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cloudybarnes · 8 months

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Private Encounters

Pairing: Cardan Greenbriar x reader

Summary: you were tired of Cardan constantly attacking you and your friends. one day, though, Cardan asks to speak with you privately, and no good things could come from the prince of elfhame wanting to speak with you with no one else around

Word Count: 2.4k

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"Hurry up, you guys! We're gonna be late again!" Taryn whisper-shouted as you and Jude trailed behind her towards the courtyard.

Usually, you two went alone on your adventures, but Taryn decided she wanted to be spontaneous, too, and wanted to join along. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have that much fun, and urged you back to class almost as soon as you got there.

"Who cares if we're late?" Jude rolled her eyes. "It's not like anyone would really care."

"Just because they don't like us, doesn't mean I want to draw their attention. Who knows what they'll do." Taryn shifted the picnic basket of food between her hands, nervously. She was always the most cautious of you three; always fearing what they would say or do to you guys.

You scoffed, "Taryn, let's be real. Even if we were there on time and minded our own business, Cardan and his little fanclub would still find some reason to bother us."

Jude chuckled, "he's so insufferable. What I wouldn't do to wipe that idiotic grin off his face."

You laughed, "I'm right there with you. It's like his greatest pleasure is being annoying."

"I don't know." Taryn slows her speed walk to match pace with Jude and I. "I feel like Cardan mostly has it out for you, now, (Y/N)."

You rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah," Jude agreed. "Ever since we became friends, he's like diverted the hatred for us onto you."

You laughed, "Wow, thanks guys. Who knew being your friend would make a prince despise me."

Jude laughed too. "I don't think it was all our fault. You're human, so he would have hated you anyway."

"That's so reassuring, thanks for that."

Jude smirked, "anytime."

When we finally emerged onto the courtyard where class was taking place, most everyone ignored you, save for the professor.

"Ah," he said, "nice of you three to join us. Please find a seat so we can continue on with our lessons of astronomy."

Taryn bowed her head to keep from looking at anyone. You noticed Jude did not bow her head, but she would not look at the other students.

You, however, must be an idiot to not follow along with them, because your gaze falls straight to Cardan, who is staring back at you with much ferocity.

As the even bigger idiot you are, you do not avert your gaze, but simply glare back at him. To that, and small, devilish grin grows on his face. It almost seems like an invite of this little game you play. He hates you and your friends, goes out of his way to torment you three, and for that, you refuse to back down. Sometimes, you think he likes that you fight him so much.

"(Y/N)," Taryn calls, quietly as to avoid too much attention. She waves you over. Only then do you realize you've been staring at Cardan so long that Jude and Taryn have already set up the blanket and started spreading out the food.

Your cheeks heat as you walk the few feet to where they are sitting. You can hear Cardan snicker as you walk past him and Nicasia.

"What were you thinking!" Taryn scolds as you finally sit down on the blanket. Your professor continues with his lecture, but you don't even bother to pay attention to him.

You shrug, "I'm not really sure. I just can't stand him so much it makes me crazy."

Jude laughs at that. "I'm so glad we're friends, (Y/N). I think I'd go crazy if I didn't have someone else to share my hatred for Cardan with."

You giggle, "well it's a good thing I'm here, then, huh?"

"I don't think anyone is happy you're here."

Looking up from where you're sitting, you see Nicasia and Cardan looming down over you. Seems like the lesson is over as everyone else has abandoned the courtyard.

"Oh, Nicasia, always a pleasure." You rolled your eyes as you stood up. Behind you, you hear the shuffling of Jude standing and pulling Taryn up with here. "To what do we owe you coming over here and bothering us for?"

She smirked, "I have no reason for being near you filthy mortals other than to make sure you stay in your place. You don't belong here. You're frail, and worthless, and someone needs to remind you of that."

You mocked her with a laugh, "is that really all you've got?"

Taryn let out a quiet gasp.

Nicasia narrowed her eyes. "What did you say?"

You shrugged. "All I'm saying is you give the same excuse every time you come over here. 'I'm putting you in your place', 'make sure you know what a worthless mortal you are'. Blah, blah, blah. It's very redundant, Nicasia, and quite truthfully, it's just tiresome." You said condescendingly.

The fire is her eyes was hot. Her fists balled at her side as she glared at you.

Now, it's not like you were looking for trouble, or that you wanted anything bad to happen to you or your friends. You just could not stand the way she and Cardan always came over to you and caused problems.

The slap was expected. Your cheek burned as Nicasia's hand left your face. Taryn couldn't hold back the very audible gasp that left her lips. Looking back to your friends, Taryn looked utterly frightened, and Jude looked angrier than you'd ever seen her.

Right as Nicasia was about to slap you again, Cardan interrupted her.

"Nicasia," Cardan warned as he lifted his hand, "that is quite enough."

You scoffed. "Oh, and since when are you ever the peace maker?"

Cardan smirked, "Since Nicasia decided she was going to slap you. I quite like your face the way it is."

All heads turned to Cardan as he said that. Nicasia looked hurt, Taryn looked almost as confused as you felt, and Jude just looked disgusted.

You narrowed my eyes at Cardan, despite your confusion. "What games are you playing at, Greenbriar?"

His eyebrows shot up in delightful surprise. A cheeky smirk playing on his lips. "I have no games, (Y/L/N)." He spat out your last name like it disgusted but also intrigued him.

He looked between Nicasia, Jude and Taryn. "You, leave us. I have a few words for (Y/N)."

Jude and Taryn looked at each other, confused and contemplating if they should leave or not. You stood your ground though.

"I'll be fine, guys. I'll just meet you back at Madoc's, okay?" You tried to reassure them, though you weren't exactly sure what you were getting yourself into. All you knew was that you didn't want Cardan to know he frightened you.

Jude nodded her head. "We won't be far. And Cardan," she turned to him, "if you so much as touch one hair on her head, I will-"

"Oh relax, would you, Jude? Always resolving your issues with murder." Cardan rolled his eyes. "Leave us. Now."

Jude glared at Cardan before turning to you and giving you a reassuring look. Just as quickly, she turned away and pulled Taryn off with her.

"And you," Cardan said as he turned to Nicasia. "I believe I ordered you away, as well."

Nicasia looked shocked. "Me? Why would I need to be sent away? Whatever punishment you have for the way she spoke to me, I want-"

"Leave, Nicasia. I won't ask you again."

Stunned, Nicasia's mouth hung open just slightly as she looked between you and Cardan. With a 'hmph', Nicasia turned on her heel and strutted away, leaving behind just Cardan and you.

The two of you stood there in silence. You gazed up at him, trying to decipher why he could possibly want to speak with you alone. Maybe he wants to kill you. Maybe he's grown tired of this cat and mouse game you have going on.

"What do you want, Cardan?"

He smirked, and took a daring step closer to you. "I just wanted to talk with you. You're... interesting. I find you intriguing to say the least."

You raised my brow in confusion. "You find me intriguing? Now I know you're toying with me. What do you really want, Cardan?"

He scoffed. "Is it that hard for you to admit that I might find you interesting?"

"How interesting could I possibly be? I'm mortal, remember? Can't believe you would forget, not after you and your friends made it your entire personalities to constantly remind me of my mortality and how worthless you believe me to be."

Cardan's smirk only grew. "You are quite right. You're mortal. Mortals by nature are fragile, slow, susceptible to our tricks, and yet you seem to be quite the opposite."

Your eyebrows shot up, completely shocked by this sort-of compliment you just received from the Prince of Elfhame.

Cardan continued before you could even get a word out. "I dislike mortals quite a bit. I think they are weak. They have little skill that is worth anything, and they are often succumbed to the nature of our people. You, however, are quite different, (Y/N)."

He took a tender step closer to you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Cardan had never shown any type of interest in you. You thought he'd never actually shown anything other than disgust towards you, but maybe you were wrong.

Maybe all of those teasing smirks and cruel comments were him testing you, trying to figure out just how far he could push you.

"You've stood up to me. You've been given every chance to back down. I've seen how far you are willing to go to defend yourself and those little friends of yours. I find it admirable in a way."

You force out a laugh. "You find it admirable? Everything you consider so 'strong' and 'admirable' about me is what I've had to do to survive this place. You've done nothing but make living here just that much harder than it already is for mortals."

You strode closer to Cardan, persistence on your face. His eyes widened slightly, but the daring smirk never faltered from his lips.

Just as you two were chest to chest, you spoke, "answer now, Cardan, what is it you really wanted to tell me?"

"I've already told you, (Y/N). I think you're admirable. I think you're intriguing. I think there is something about you that keeps drawing me in. Something so pulling, it's frustrating how much I think of you."

No words left your mouth. How could they when your jaw laid open the way it was.

Cardan chuckled. "Now, another reason I wanted you here. I must ask: I know you mortals can lie, something we folk can not do, but how are you so good at pretending?"

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Pretending?"

Cardan's smirk only grew, "pretending you aren't in love with me, that is."

The world had stopped. It felt like your entire world had shattered. This was quite possibly the last thing you thought Cardan would get you alone for.

Anyone with eyes could see that Cardan Greenbriar was gorgeous. All of his kind were gorgeous, but he had exceptional beauty. Beside that, you couldn't find one characteristic about him that you had liked. Sure, maybe he stopped Nicasia from hurting you further than she would have. And by the way Jude recalled his cruelty before they met you, it seemed to have subsided quite a bit since you met him. That still doesn't change the fact that he is cruel, and has been for a long time.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You shook your head clear from your thoughts. "No. Just confused how you could possibly think I would be in love with you."

"You want to know how I know you're in love with me, despite what you might believe?" Cardan grinned and closed the already small space between you two. "Because I know how insufferable you find me. I know how I get under your skin, how you lay awake thinking of how much you hate me. I know this because I feel the same towards you, and despite my feelings of irritation with you, I still find myself completely infatuated by you."

"You are?" You questioned, voice so quiet you might barely have heard it, but Cardan sure did.

He grinned. "Oh, yes. I have been infatuated with you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I wasn't lying earlier when I told Nicasia I'd like her to leave your face the way it is. I think you are pretty for a mortal. You give off this glow and iridescence. You are unlike any other mortal I've come across. The way you've kept me up at night, the way I am excited to see you just to have our little spat had me confused for the longest time. Eventually, I just couldn't take it anymore and I’ve decided to act on it."

You couldn't take it anymore. Everything Cardan said resonated so deeply with you. Somehow he knew exactly how you felt. The way you hated him, the way you were angry with yourself when you thought of him so often, everything he said he felt is exactly what you were going through as well.

You decided, if Cardan was going to act on his confusing feelings, you would act on yours as well.

Already chest to chest, you reached up and gripped Cardan hair, tight enough to hurt, and kissed him with all of the pent up anger and hatred for him you had.

If Cardan was surprised, he didn't seem it. He gripped onto your waist and kissed you back with so much ferocity it made your knees weak.

It was hot, and it was unlike any kiss you've ever had before. Kissing Cardan was unleashing something so deep inside of you. All of your confused feelings for him wrapped up all into a long-awaited kiss.

Gasping for air, you and Cardan separated, though not fully. While you were no longer kissing, you had yet to pull your fingers from the tangles of his hair, and he had no plans of letting go of his hold on your waist.

"I still hate you," you said breathlessly.

Cardan smiled, he actually smiled and replied, "I think I hate you more."

#WOOOOO #something about the cruel prince is gonna do it for me EVERYTIME #do people read the cruel prince fanfiction #im not sure but i wrote it anyway cause i want to oh yea #also this is me coming back to life heyo #im also in a harry potter mood so im probably gonna write some more for the harry potter boys soon hehe #cardan greenbriar #cardan x reader #the cruel prince #the cruel prince x reader #the cruel prince fanfic #cardan greenbriar x reader #jude x cardan #cardan greenbriar fanfic #cardan greenbriar oneshot #cardan greenbriar imagine

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Fire in my blood

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍...

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙰/𝚗: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"I don't understand why you're ignoring me? What have I done to you?" Y/n looked at her newfound husband, who stood with his back to her, trying to leave the chambers.

Aemond remained silent, he didn't want to talk to this...this...beautiful woman, amazing, inspiring and affectionate. No, if he fell under her spell again, like when he was a child, he would let the whole world fall at her feet, even if he had to kill his family to do it...

"I want us to respect each other in this marriage. I know you hate us. But please...let's try," there was a clever speech coming out of the girl's beautiful lips that made the young man's heart flutter.

"Respect? To those who arrived here after so many years and demand my brother's throne?" Aemond turned around to the girl, in her eyes he saw no hatred or irritation, still the same calm and gentle gaze.

"It's that throne again...What mom keeps telling me about the inheritance that you...when are you going to give up on him?" Y/n looked at the man confidently. Aemond was taken aback.

"Your mother hopes to get the throne, and when she dies, you will ascend to that throne," the boy continued. The girl rolled her eyes.

"I don't care about that throne!" exploded Y/N. "Okay, if you keep talking about it, I'm going to have to interrupt you. It's late and I'm tired," the girl got up from the padded chair and walked to the bed. She was no longer paying attention to her husband. Aemond hurried out.

They were longtime friends, the only bastard Strong had ever perceived and understood. She had always been on his side. But when they'd flown off to Dragonstone, things had changed drastically.

Since then, his mother had done nothing but say nasty things about Rhaenyra and her family. She especially tried to hurt her eldest daughter, and especially did so in front of Eamond, as she knew the boy sympathized with the girl.

And from then on, in the young boy's mind, the beautiful and intelligent Y/N turned into a whore and a doormat. But when they came back, that whole horrible image was gone. Because Y/n was calm, answering all of her mother's attacks intelligently. She was no longer that fidgety child, she looked like...Like a girl with all the weight of the world on her shoulders.

When Viserys announced the marriage of Aemond and Y/n, his heart fluttered for a moment. But then his mother's words began to enter his head again, painting Y/n as a spoiled wench.

The next day Y/n had lunch with Viserys, she knew she was his favorite because of the similarities between his dead wife and his daughter. He loved looking into Y/n's blue eyes that looked at him so tenderly as if Aemma was in front of him. Her voice was confident and loud, just like her wonderful mother's.

"Grandfather, how are you feeling?" asked Y/n holding the man's hand with her own, squeezing it lightly.

"I seem to be getting better, my flower," Viserys smiled.

"I am glad to hear that," Y/n smiled just as brightly and continued eating her meal, while telling the king something in parallel.

After lunch, the girl decided to take a walk in the garden and met her husband there, who was sitting under a familiar tree with his eye covered. The girl decided to sit next to him, which caused Aemond to twitch and look at her.

"I thought as a child that this garden was much bigger...and that tree was taller," the girl decided to speak up.

"That's because we were too small," hummed Aemond, covering his eye again.

"Yeah...you're right. You know, even if you hate me, you should know that I've always considered you a close friend," Y/N stood up so as not to disturb the prince, who was clearly not interested in talking. She took a couple steps and felt Aemond's hand on hers.

"I want you to know too...." began Aemond, but...

"Aemond!" came the Queen's annoyed and frightened voice, she quickly approached the pair.

"Your Grace," Y/n bowed her head.

"Son, you promised to have tea with me, come along," Alicent pretended not to notice the girl, took her son under her arm and led her away towards the castle. A couple of maids followed her while the others bid Laris Strong to go to his chambers and dine. Seeing the familiar man, Y/N wrinkled her face for a moment.

"No, I would like to speak to Princess Y/n alone," Larys cut off, the maids bowed and headed to follow the queen.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to get close to her!?" wailed Alicent as she and her son entered her chambers.

"I was just talking to her, or am I forbidden to do that too, Mother?" Aemond made a stern face; he was growing weary of his mother's excessive interference.

"I want you to understand that she is as much a whore as her mother! She will do anything to seduce you and turn you away from her family. I'm sure she didn't just do that to you," The Queen was getting too nervous, causing her to gibber.

"Didn't you love her, Mother?" asked Aemond, remembering how Alicent had spent his entire childhood cooing over the young girl. These memories came quite randomly, but the prince was startled by the expression on his mother's face for the first time.

"...I...it's in the past..." It was as if Alicent began to realize something. Y/n now looked like an exact replica of Rhaenyra, which confused the woman.

"What's going on? Y/n has always been kind to you, always finding compromises and always taking our side if people got unfair," The prince clenched his teeth, trying not to drift away from reality into a dream world where everything is good and wonderful, just like when he was a child.

"Larys...he said those things about her...that's why I want to protect you from her," the woman lowered her gaze.

"What did he say?" hearing the unpleasant name, Aemond turned his attention to his mother.

Alicent sighed heavily and recounted the rumors that Lord Larys Strong had reported. Those rumors were vile and filthy, the kind of rumors that made one want to vomit. The Queen said that young Y/n had been selling her body to various lords to gain support, to lure them to her side, it was said that the maids had seen some men leaving her room.

Aemond's face twisted. He knew it was a rumor, in his gut. Yes, they hadn't had a wedding night, they hadn't slept in the same bed since day one.

"And you believe him?" asked Aemond.

"I know you didn't have a wedding night. Laris said it was most likely Y/N who turned you down and manipulated you into not being in the same bed with you to keep the secret," began Alicent's reasoning.

"No, Mother, I was the one who left the bedroom first because I didn't want to see her," the prince admitted.

"What? But Larys..." the woman began.

"Larys is hiding something. Let's wait a little time, please let me get close to Y/n to find out," Aemond took his mother's hands in his own, they were cold and trembling slightly.

"I...I don't know...he's always been around...and...why?" the queen's veil began to fall from her eyes.

"As if you don't know... "the prince replied calmly.

"What did you want from me Lord Strong?" asked Y/N looking at the man carefully.

"You have grown, my princess, becoming such a beautiful woman," Larys chuckled.

"Thank you for your kind words, lord, but get right to the point," waved the princess away.

"You're quick on the uptake. Like those rumors about lords," limping, Larys walked on, sidestepping the girl.

Y/n knew about those rumors. It disgusted her to stand next to this man who had spread them.

"It seems the lord likes rowdy people too," the girl decided to add oil to the fire and tease the man. Larys looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Bravo, princess, you've finally learned to snap back. And you always looked like a proper child, but anger doesn't suit you, how with such a bad temper do you want to take the throne?" smirked Larys, turning back to the girl.

"I don't know, but I'm sure I'll have help," Y/N was ready to play his game.

"Oh, and who is it?" the man frowned as he continued walking towards the castle, hearing the princess' quiet footsteps behind him.

"Well, certainly not you, uncle," the girl replied calmly. Laris stopped.

"What?" he turned around.

"You know, I wouldn't want an assistant like you. Putting someone else's parents on fire...that's too cruel," y/n replied quietly. "Be careful uncle, I won't forgive you for my father's death," the girl said the phrase quietly, beside the man, she walked past moving towards her chambers.

Larys clenched his fists. He should have brought fire to this family a long time ago. He smirked at the thought that ran through his head.

That evening passed like a blur. Y/n never left her chambers. Not even when the family gathered for dinner.

"Where is my y/n?" inquired Viserys, looking around at the rest of the family.

"She said she wasn't feeling well, father. She will join us tomorrow for breakfast," replied Rhaenyra, handing her sons the snack vessel.

The family chatted quietly amongst themselves. Until Helena abruptly stood up and then sat down at the table again, shaking her head.

"What is it, dear?" asked an agitated Alicent.

"Fire...Fire can't kill a dragon, why are they doing that?" Helena looked at her mother.

At that moment, the princess's personal maid ran in.

"Fire! Mistress, there's a fire in the room!" her terrified scream went through the whole family, it wasn't clear what was happening but everyone knew Y/n was in danger.

Green and Black ran down the hallway where other servants were running around with buckets of water. A servant led the way to the princess' private chambers, which were ablaze with bright fire. The knights who tried to break down the door couldn't even reach it. Servants were pouring water, trying to temporarily douse the flames.

Rhaenyra watched in horror at it all. She wanted to run in there, shake everyone off and break the door down. But Daemon held her back, also looking on in amazement at what was happening. Viserys shouted and commanded, rushing to go in, but his illness wouldn't let him, and neither would Alicent. She stared at the bright fire with mute shock.

"W...what happened?" The queen turned to the maid.

"After Princess Rhaenyra left Lady y/n's room. Lady ordered her to bring dinner to her chambers. She locked herself in and told me to knock when I arrived. I was delayed in the kitchen as the princess has a different ration at dinner and I had to go over the food," the maid said in one breath.

Aemond rushed to the door, ignoring his mother's cries; he needed to get there, to get through. Jace followed him, they kicked in the door and were thrown back by the flames. The rest of the knights and maids continued carrying water. Luke joined them.

Aegon stood off to the side, trying to take in the situation, but his drunken mind kept distracting him. Helena stood similarly off to the side, holding her head and turning away from what was happening. Baela joined in putting out the fire while Rhaena stood next to Rhaenyra and tried to calm her down, even though she was in a terrible state herself.

It took forever before the fire was put out. The sun showed on the horizon.

Rhaenyra pulled herself out of Daemon and Rhaena's arms, running into the room, she began to look around. A hope languished in her that the girl had gone out somewhere while her maid had excused herself. She looked from side to side, trying to find any sign. Slowly the family began to enter the room, where the stone walls were untouched and black ash from the furniture settled underfoot.

Rhaenyra stepped on something, she carefully picked up the object, her hands trembled and she slowly turned to her family. In her hand dangled the Valyrian princess necklace. Rhaena and Baela aghast, covering their mouths with their hands and huddled against each other. Daemon clamped his eyes shut and turned away, as did Jace. There were tears in Luca's eyes, but he tried not to show them. Alicent pressed her lips together, trying not to scream, she left it to Rhaenyra, who screamed with grief. She screamed and sobbed, instilling chilling fear and grief into everyone's souls.

"My daughter! My treasure! My life!"

Aemond couldn't believe it. Sitting in the library the evening before dinner he planned his conversation with the girl. He decided to talk to her as she had requested. He planned where he would start and what questions he would ask. But that was not going to happen. He clenched his fists, he could feel his nails digging into his skin until it bled. He tried not to sob.

Suddenly, something stirred in the corner of the room where the bed should be. A figure stood up, and walked toward the family on shaky legs. This figure was covered in ashes and cinders, it was naked, with bits of clothing hanging from its body somewhere.

Rhaenyra cried out again, running up to the figure and wrapping her arms around her, hiding her from the eyes of many.

"Gods!" she begged, kissing her daughter's dirty face.

Daemon hurried over and covered the girl's body with the cloak the knight had given him. The family felt relief that gave all the weakness in their bodies. Alicent exhaled convulsively, as did Viserys. Luka, Jace, Rhaena, and Baela exhaled the same way and were no longer crying from grief but from joy. Even Helena showed herself in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"Idiots!" shouted Princess y/n sharply and angrily, which startled some of the family. "They dared to think that fire would kill a dragon!!! A dragon! Fools!"

Y/N felt anger and hatred for the first time, her eyes blazing like the fire that was in this room. Her anger was also transferred to her faithful dragon Goldrut, who roared and let out screams that shook the castle walls.

And the perpetrator of these actions cowered in his chambers, biting the skin around the fingers on his hand. His plan had failed, and he didn't know when they would come out on him. And he knew they would.

Y/n sat in her new chambers while the hustle and bustle was outside the door. The girl sat quietly and drank her tea. She had been washed and changed and the princess felt like a new person.

The door opened and she was ready to see one of her brothers or sisters, but it turned out to be her husband. She wanted to get up, but Aemond ran over to her and sat on his knees in front of the girl's feet and snuggled into them. Y/N was surprised, but ended up placing her right hand on the man's head, stroking him gently.

The girl had known of his affection for her since she was a child, he was like a knight when he protected her from Aegon's attacks and when he bragged about his skills. He was such a sweet boy and had grown into such a handsome young man.

She was glad to marry him, even though she knew he'd been taught to hate her and her family. But sometimes she caught those admiring and loving glances from him.

"What is it? You're so gentle tonight, husband," y/n chuckled lightly.

"I thought I had lost you," the young man muffled.

"Wouldn't you be glad of that? You hate me, don't you," the girl calmly replied, teasing Aemond.

The prince raised his head abruptly and looked at her with that wistful look.

"I wanted to talk to you this evening. I wanted to tell you many things and ask you many things!" hastened Aemond's reply.

"Why so sudden?" inquired the princess.

"I want so much to apologize for my behavior," spoke the young man equally calmly.

"Oh, you needn't worry about that! I was afraid your hatred would be far worse than your silent attitude," the girl grinned, and Aemond lowered his gaze.

"I know who did it and Rhaenyra knows too. They're checking the validity of the information now and looking for proof," the prince replied, rising from his knees and sitting down in the chair opposite.

"I know, too. That man didn't seem to like what I said," Y/N hummed, pouring herself some tea.

"You should have been careful with him. He messed with my mother's head, she always loved you, but after all the incidents, he started saying nasty things about you," Aemond continued.

"He spread such foul rumors about me that it made me sick to listen to them," the princess exhaled.

"We will destroy him," Aemond promised.

"I hope so," Y/N smiled.

There were whispers about Princess Y/n's abilities, just as the girl herself had assumed. Now the court was respecting her, there was no doubt that she was a true Targaryen child.

The instigator was found and brought before the king and the other lords, Larys Strong felt doubly destroyed. The death penalty awaited him.

Aemond and Y/n had grown closer in the days since. And managed to fall in love with each other again.

In history this moment had the clearest description, all the heirs of the Targaryen family honored and respected the girl who discovered this ability for other people.

Now the Targaryens knew for sure that there was a fire in their blood, a fire that could not simply be extinguished.

A/n: well, somehow...written this fanfic in the fall...and I forgot about it 👌🏻

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond fic #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond x you #x reader

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cookiepie111 · 4 months

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The bakery

König x black reader

König and his bakery own girlfriend, how I haven't done a bakery au yet is crazy. These are just a bunch of headcannons. Two slight suggestive things at the bottom but nothing crazy still under the post just to be safe. Not proofread.

He has the bad habit of scaring you when you're closing shop. You lock the doors and head to the kitchen to get started with the clean-up when you hear rattling and footsteps. It must be in your head... that doesn't stop you from arming yourself with the heavy rolling pin.

"Hello!"

"Agh!" Your swing is stopped."You have to aim for the head schatz, " tapping the end of the rolling pin at his head with a Droopy smile. You're glad he isn't wearing his balaclava it would have really given you a heart attack

"König! Just call me next time. I'll let you"

" and ruin the surprise! You should just leave the door open"

"No! The surprise in question being scaring me?"

"Flowers!"

You sigh. "Just wait, I'm almost done"

Birthday are something he can look forward to now. You make him a cake Esterházy torte every year the same thing since he likes it so much. When his birthday falls on a work day, you pack up a slice for him to take in.

He likes the smell you carry. each week it's something new flour, fresh bread or chocolate. It's not always so romantic. Sometimes, you come home smelling like yeast and butter.

Pulling you away from the kitchen when you're stressing has become a semi common occurrence.

In the early days of your bakery, you had to do everything alone, hauling tables and chairs, now you have könig! He has no problem building them, rearranging the furniture, helping you carry heavy ingredients to the back of the kitchen

The two of you have similar morning routines. A 5 am start! It's a habit for könig, so he'll go on his morning run, and freshly baked bread is waiting for him when he gets home

Your fridge becomes a strange mix of almost only meats and butter. One day, you both look at the fridge and agree you need a second one after realising you have no other ingredients.

Will pull you back to bed somedays where he's feeling extra clinging or feels you've been working too hard, so you don't open shop. You have to deal with some pretty annoyed customers the next day

He doesn't bake but does take up cooking more.

You tried making him some healthier bakes for when he's cutting. He spat it out so fast, thought you were playing a prank on him

" Never do this again." he'll take enjoy the full fat bakes please.

Has tried to fuck you in the kitchen. Getting all handys and kissing along your neck, you quickly realise where this is going and have to shut it down, prying him off of you"König no!"

Wants to do food play with you, but you're strongly against it! You never thought you'd see the day könig would pout, but here he is, body weight pressed tight around you, clinging to your waist, "please Schatz"

"No, I'm not letting you lick cream off me. It's weird"

" I'd let you lick cream off my nip-"

"Oh my, out!"

#könig x black reader #cod x black reader #könig x reader #x black reader #black reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty x black reader #könig imagine #my writing

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hey, I'm having a pretty bad day and thought maybe requesting something would mqke me feel better, can I please request If reader made them a bracelet and/or necklace (aonung, jake, tonowari, spider, loak, neteyam and tsutey)

I'm so sorry to hear that Anon, hopefully this will make your day a little better!

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Spider Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, gift giving, established relationship, developing relationship, confessions, size difference, courting customs, tail shenanigans, purring, cuddles, hand holding, sneaking around, midnight swim

A/N: Imagine just being dripped out in the things they make for you? I don't wear a lot of necklaces or bracelets but for them I would.

JAKE SULLY

Grateful for pretty much anything you give him. He's had things from you from when he was human that he couldn't fit on his new body anymore so he was very happy when you said you wanted to make him a new bracelet for him to wear, and maybe also show off to others as a sign that he was taken already.

NETEYAM

Would help you gather materials for the necklace and bracelet you want to make for him. He doesn't know when they will be done so he's anticipating them every time he sees you. His happiness if very audible when you tell him to close his eyes and hold out his hand, you're pretty sure every animal around you can hear his purrs. He closes his fingers around your forearm and pulls you into a hug and a kiss as his own gift.

LO'AK

Very shy about accepting the bracelet. At this point you've been in a relationship for a while and he had already given you a bracelet when you started dating. He never expected you to make a matching one for him. They look very good side by side when you're holding hands. He really likes to take your hand and kiss around your wrist, his fangs tugging at the bracelet but carful not to snap it.

TSU'TEY

The poor man thought you were proposing to him when you presented him with the necklace. He nearly had a heart attack before you explained that it was just an anniversary gift, something that's common for humans to do. Oh. Of course you had your differences in meanings and courting, this was to be expected. In the future, to avoid these misunderstandings he offered to teach you a bit about the ways the Na'vi court their mates. He is still glad to wear the gift.

SPIDER QUARITCH

Didn't expect you to give him anything like this honestly, he didn't even know you were into gift giving. Well now he feels kind of bad, he doesn't have anything for you at this time. His worry is cute but he doesn't need to act like this, you gave him the bracelet because you like him, not because you expect something in return. Other then a kiss that is.

AONUNG

You gave him the necklace as a form of a confession. You'd been playfully flirting for some time now and you wanted to convey to him that you're serious about him right now. He can't exactly blush but it was obvious by the way his eyes widened and how quickly he grabbed his tail that he was awestruck by your confession. After a few minutes of awkwardly sitting next to you in silence he leans forward and lets you put the necklace on him, vowing to go out the next day and find something to make a necklace for you.

TONOWARI

Was curious when you asked him to meet you at the shore at night. Hopefully its not anything bad seeing as you're asking him to sneak around like this. He laughs when you try to tackle him into the water for some reason. Turns the tables on you, wraps his whole tail around you and jumps in, coming up for air with you only to see you holding a necklace bashfully. Ah, so this was your reason, you wanted to be alone when you took your relationship from lovers to mates.

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reashot · 7 months

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Jaune Phone Call with Papa Arc.

Team JNPR Dorm Room.

Jaune: I'm gonna fail this assignment because my dad won't open up.

Ren: Me and Nora going to fail because our parents were killed because of a Grimm attack.

Pyrrha: Wow I didn't knew that Ren. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you doing Nora's homework?

Nora: Fo'sho. What? You expect me to do my own homework? Please think even less of me.

Ren: Look Jaune, back on topic. A lot of people feel more comfortable talking about personal things when it's not face-to-face.

Nora: Maybe you should try calling your dad.

Jaune: I guess it's worth a shot...

*ring* ��

Mistralian Restaurant.

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: H-hey dad. What'chu up to?

Papa Arc: Eating lunch. I just needed a break from work you know. Lately I've been thinking about all the people I've had to kill...

God. The first, five, ten times you take a life it's eerie you remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time I pulled the trigger I tied a little knot in my memory no amount of whiskey could loosen...

Nora: *Scoots away from the phone call*

Papa Arc: Of course eventually I stopped caring. Now I can put a bullet through a man's head while figuring out how much VFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket.

Pyrrha: ��

Papa Arc: The sick part is I've come to love it. Snuffing out lives. I crave it. I feel like an angel of death, the messenger of eternal darkness, a merciless demon with an unquenchable... Oh! They just put more orange chicken on the Buffett gotta run. *phone ended.

Nora: *Hiding under the bed*

JPR: *Stunned in place*

Back in the Dorm Room

Jaune: I can't turn this in. It's all about my dad killing people.

*someone enters into the room*

Yang: What is this about killing people?

Pyrrha: Hey Yang, it's nothing we're trying to finish our assignment.

Weiss: I already finished mine ages ago. What took you guys so long?

Ren: We're trying to get Jaune's dad to talk about what happened during his time, but so far he's being "uncooperative"...

Blake: How is he being "uncooperative?"

Nora: *shivering* You don't want to know....

Ruby: Oh, maybe I can help you with your dad? 🙂

Jaune: *rub Ruby's head* It's okay Ruby. It's my assignment after all. You don't have to do anything to help me.

Ruby: *purr* 😸 (Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Run my head like you own me. 😚)

Ren: Call your dad again and get him to talk about something else.

*ring* 🎶

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: Hey dad.

Papa Arc: Son, glad you called. I was kind of bumming thinking about your mom.

Jaune: W-what, why?

Yang: (Isn't she the hot one?)

Papa Arc: *sigh* I feel like our lovemaking has lost all its intimacy. We're not attuned to each other's love energy, we're just slamming away...

Jaune: Dad! I'm here with the girls on speakerphone.

Blake: (Don't interrupt him! 😾)

Papa Arc: Hey girls! So, Lovemaking sure can turn into sex without you even noticing it. And why not sex with your mom feels great!

*Team RWBY starts circling in to listen closely.*

Papa Arc: It's easy to think, maybe there is love and then there's the performer in me always trying to get your mom turned on.

Weiss: (Scandalous...)

Papa Arc: I pull her hair, choke her lightly or not so lightly.

Ruby: (I wish Jaune will do that to me one day.🥵)

Jaune: Dad! When you were my age. What was the cost of a loaf of bread.

Papa Arc: The focus becomes how hot she gets. How many times I can make her shudder with pleasure.

RWBY: *giggling*

Jaune: Allright this is enough... *gets tackled to the ground*

Ruby: Don't, disturb your dad! 😠 *gag Jaune's mouth*

Jaune: *muffled scream*

Yang: Dad. What do mom boobs look like?

Papa Arc: I'll tell you Yang they're perfect. Creamy, twins with faint blue veins running over them like cooling streams I can wash my face in it...

Yang: Oh that's hot.... *starts rubbing herself.*

Blake: Hmmph! You never get this hot when you're with me...

Yang: Really? Maybe I should change that then... *long sensual kiss*

So how do you like it my kitty cat?

Blake: ... It's a start. *return kiss*

Ren: Shouldn't we stop this?

Nora: What! No I say we join in and turned it into an orgy.

Ren: Wait, what? *gets mounted by Nora*

Papa Arc: Of course it still wasn't enough for the both of us...

Ruby: So Jaune... Now that everyone are enjoying themselves. Maybe you want to do it with me too? 😊

Jaune: Ruby I...

Pyrrha: You can't! b-because Jaune is mine... *kiss Jaune*

Ruby: *gasp* (How could Pyrrha NTR Jaune away from me? He's mine I saw him first!😫)

Papa Arc: ... And even then we still weren't satisfied. It got so bad your mom decided to bring another woman into our bed to spice things up, as she puts it. Oh, the looks on your mother's face as I plow the other woman in front of her. Turns out your mom likes to look.

Ruby: (Could that be the solution. Me, Jaune and Pyrrha? I mean I do find the both of them to be extremely hot... Ah, who am I kidding. YOLO.) Pyrrha. Can you let me join with you and Jaune? 😇

Pyrrha: Well since you ask nicely...

Jaune: Wait, what do you mean by that? Pyrrha, Ruby why are the two of you looking at me like that??! No, no, no, stay away!!!

Weiss:

(No one wants to be with me 😢)

Papa Arc: And that's why Jaune you probably have another half-sibling running around right now... Oh, you having an Orgy in there? Don't let me stop you, son. But do remember to use protection. Unless you want to have an unexpected surprise like me. But seriously use a condom or I will castrate you... Oops. Gotta go Jaune. My egg fooyong is finally here.

Beacon Academy.

Cardin: ... That's why my Dad walked out of his Dad's funeral & I will walk out of my dad's funeral!

Peter: Great presentation Cardin. Now Jaune you're up. Show me your report on your father.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry, Professor Port but my dad wasn't really willing to answer the questions.

Peter: Nonsense young man. I give you an entire week. What were you even doing all those time?

Ruby: More like what haven't we been doing? 🤭

Pyrrha: *giggle* Stop it Ruby, you going to get us into trouble.

Ruby: I can't help it Pyr. So. Same thing tonight? 😉

Pyrrha: Most definitely, we're not going to let Jaune get any sleep tonight. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Why if I don't know any better, I think you are trying to get out of this assignment?

Jaune: Okay. Is that what you think? Okay professor Port here we go.

*Walks up to the front of the class*

Jaune: *click* Hey dad, I'm calling in front of my history class. So who was the councilman when you were a kid?

Papa Arc: Oh, I don't know but I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not. What so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds when I first wake up. Before I remember who I am and what my life is about. Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But who cares. Nothingness couldn't be worse than my meaningless March through my empty days.

Jaune: You see professor Port... Professor Port?

Peter: He's right, it's pointless, Salem will kill us all... Life Dismissed. *jumps through the window*

Nora: I guess class is over?

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jupiter-letters · 3 months

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Dating Barry Allen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Mild Mental Health topics(Anxiety) No panic attacks depicted.

A/N: I've never really been a flash girl but tomorrowverse barry had me in my feelings. I did have a dream he wanted to date me really bad but I was like nah man I'm a superman girlie till I die. I tried my best with this one I hope it's alright!

Barry Allen, Mr.Loverboy himself. The man that you are. He's trying his best at all times. Despite being the fastest man alive he can't be everywhere at once. It'd be nice to be on a date with you and also stop criminals.

World's best gopher, you need something? He's on it! You forgot to get milk? Check the fridge. Your heater broke? Here's a new one! Sometimes he'll just drop off flowers or candies while you're at work. He'll leave them on your desk or in your locker with a little love note.

He loves to hype you up as much as possible, but he'll get really shy when you compliment him back.

Barry will bring home new recipes from all over the world to cook with you. It's one of his favorite things to do together, standing next to each other while preparing a meal. It's so simple yet so domestic. It's the little things that really get him emotional.

Sometimes he'll prank you, he'll tap you on the shoulder and bolt out of the room before you turn to look. He'll even move things around while you're cooking or working at your desk. You'll confront him and he'll just smile like this 😁

He'll use his speed to give you kisses, if he sees you while he's out on patrol. You'll be minding your own business and feel lips on yours. He might even leave a little flower in your hand.

Moving in together! He daydreams about that so often, you have to snap him out of it. He dreams of putting a table from IKEA together for you. For a big moment like this he doesn't put everything together super fast, he wants this to last. Seeing your home slowly come together brings him such joy and the best part is when it's all done. You both get to cuddle on YOUR couch, watching YOUR TV.

Dating him you guys become the same person, nothing is really "mine" or "yours" it's "ours" or "we". You guys are on the same page alot so when you're on missions on or not he'll say it. "Batman WE think we should go ahead and stop the meeting at the warehouse. "WE don't think it's a good idea." "OUR plan is much more productive." The rest of league is sick of you guys😭

There are some days his anxiety gets the best of him and he's glad you're there to calm the storm. He worries and gets into his head alot, Barry will want to call you and share these thoughts. It's helpful to him to get a trusted second opinion from the most important person in his life.

During the winter he'll put your hand in his coat pocket while walking down the street. Once you find your way into a nice warm cafe, he'll take your hands and caress them to warm them up some more. He'll just protect you from the elements in general, on a hot summer day he'll give you his baseball cap or just fan you off real fast. In the fall he likes to see you in your scarf under the red and orange leaves of central city park.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #dcau x reader #reader insert #barry allen #the flash #dc comics headcanons #dc comics x reader #dc x reader #dc animated imagine #dcamu x reader #barry allen x reader

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beomoa · 1 year

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WHERE.. AM I?..

( monster trio. )

request \\ Can I ask for Platonic Yandere! Luffy , Zoro and Sanji with Isekai!Y/n ? By that I mean , Y/n is from real world but got teleported into their world?

a/n // whoever was this person, when are we getting married.

Cws // dark content?, possessive behaviour, kinda proofread?, implied drugging.

AFAB READER.

LUFFY

It has been a while since you've been sent into this "universe" you're starting to get used to this "pirate life" But every time you try to tell them "Please drop me off on a town or maybe a village, I'll be fine-" You instantly get cut off by the captain himself, luffy frowns. Everytime you try to leave the ship, he gets upset, your new to this kind of things! Let him guide you till you can go back alright? You don't need to fight, just sit still and have fun. Don't try to leave. You don't get to have this everyday in your world right?

"Where are you going?" Luffy said, with curiosity, but not that curiosity you usual see this time.. It feels like it's an order for you to answer his question. "Im leaving here! Thank you guys for taking care of me.. I know I was careless sometimes but-" There it is again, getting cut off by him "you don't need to leave y/n. You can join this crew! Don't you want to stay? Do that town have something we don't?" He "responded" With such.. You don't know.. Sarcasm? Is he mad? "I'm just.. I don't like it when people attack this ship alright? It's just sudden.. It's a thing I can't get used to.. It's stressing me out, my body is fragile, I'm aware of that, thanks for not letting me fight or just straight up told me I can do nothing when people invade the ship but.. It's just.. I can't handle seeing this kind of things.. It's normal for you guys because it's your world! Not mine! If this happen to my world I don't know how to even survive..!" You slightly yelled, yet hes still staring at you, confused? Shock? What?!

"Then I'll put you in a room. When we fight, your gonna stay in a room. A room where it's silent, and relaxing when I fight enemies, just for you.. I'll make Franky build it. Stay." There he goes to his reasonings why you can stay. "But-" Please let me say something.

"You'll stay now right? Right y/n? After the room is made, you can put your things in that room.. if you want something I'll buy it. You'll stay now right? Please?"

ZORO

You didn't believe that your life became this way, you sat on the deck watching the sea, it's relaxing, you wanna leave.. But you can't. Why, why can't you leave? Zoro, the former pirate hunter is stopping you, it's been almost 9 months since youve been in this.. World. And it looks like zoro, you catched his attention. "..i think I'm going back in my real world after this month.. im feeling the same " Symptoms" When I got here..ahh.. Can't wait.." you said, in a tired but excited word. "Hah?" Zoro, that acted like your older brother responded, he was clearly not happy that you're finally coming back to that..world you live in. "I'm coming back to my own world! I can't wait to go back.. I think I have.. About 3 and a half days till I get back" You giggled, happy, excited, zoro was the opposite. He wanted you to stay a bit longer..wait no, actually he wants you to stay here. Like you actually was born to this world except of that.. World you live in, he wants you to keep trainibg with him, nap, eat. Just like any big brother would.

After 4 days you didn't come back. At all, when you opened your eyes, excited to see your room, your.. Really own room. But except you woke up in his room, seeing his three swords really work you up. What happened? Why didn't you come back?

"Your awake, glad. The cook said breakfast ready, come on get up" Why is he acting..so normal? Your so confused. A lot of question filled your mind that was left unanswered. What.. Happened..?

SANJI

"Y/n-chan, it's time for snacks! Here you go.." He's so gentle with you, he's like a brother to you..but everytime you try to go to an adventure to anyone especially with luffy.. He's always with you. saying that he wants to come with you, just so you and the person you were with doesn't get lost.. except nami or Robin. He covers it up with wanting to protect you guys.

"Sanji.. I feel so.." As your vision blacked out. Your head fell on the counter, he slightly bit his bottom lip. He left the stove, and looked at you, with care and gentleness "I'm sorry.. I don't want you to come back on that horrible world." while he caresses your head, he positioned himself and lifted you up.

you woke up in your room, tucked in.. Feeling so comfortable.. ".. S.. Sanji.. Where.." You were panicking. No person cane through your mind except sanji, only sanji is the one who saves you from troubles somehow. "Y/n..Your awake!.. Don't worry, your just in my room. You missed breakfast... We're you okay my dear?" He asked with such gentle voice. Caring and gentle voice. It feels like.. Something was wrong. What happened? It feels like something was erased but what?..

".. y/n-san.. Are you feeling alright? Is something wrong?" You were starting to look around. "No nothing.. I.. did something happened..?" You asked, he tilted his head and shakes it. "No dear..probably a dream that was wrong wasn't it? It's okay, come on, let's not miss lunch alright?"

What.. Was it? Why we're you doing?

#one piece x reader #platonic yandere #yada yada #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #black leg sanji #x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader

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riskyraiker · 2 months

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Hii, I saw you were taking requests, so how about this: A Vox x Reader who were old friends in life, now reunited in hell, but not in a way he would expect. Reader was fighting for the Hotel against exterminators and got hurt.

Sort of an angsty/hurt-comfort kinda thing, with Vox stepping out of his cruelty and demon persona. Please, take care and thank you 💕😋

Oh my i absolutely love this😍😍and here have a rose for being my first request🌹You didn't specify genders so i wrote Y/N as they/them, also i apologize if the pov changes from 3rd pov to anything else.

Glad that we're in hell | Vox x reader

Vox loved how much control he had in Hell. He didn't miss anything from the time when he was alive, or so he thought. He didn't want to break his persona in anyway, but he couldn't help but miss Y/N after Valentino had another tantrum over Angel Dust. He covered it by stalking and complaining about a certain radio demon who came back in town. Vox was so focused that he didn't even notice his good old friend next to Alastor.

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All of the three V's sat on the couch watching how an army of angels flew closer to the Hazbin Hotel. Vox was enthralled that Alastor would lose, but all his focus on Alastor vanished when he noticed someone familiar being attacked by an exorcist. "No fucking way.." Vox mumbled under his breath which got the attention of Velvette for max. 2 seconds. His panic didn't last long when the exorcist head was shot full of holes by Angel. Soon enough Adam broke the barrier and started to fight with Alastor himself. Vox was celebrating as Alastor got his ass beat by Adam, now he was complaining about alastor leaving. "Agghh Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

Alastor was down, Angel, Husk and Cherry were struggling, Charlie was choked by Adam and Vaggie was struggling with Lute. Y/N had no other choice but try and sneak up on Adam. Attacking the first man, but almost no damage was done expect a scar on his shoulder. Adam threw Y/N to a wall, which made Vox absolutely enraged. "Y/N!!" Oh shit, that confirms it, it's you. As lucifer arrived to the fight, Vox dissapeared from the couch through cameras to the battlefield, he ran to Y/N. "I..what are you doing here?" It seems like they didn't recognize him well for being a TV screen. "I'm here to save you, darling. I-it's me Vox you knew me when we were alive." Y/N eyes widened as she coughs his name before losing consiousness. "Aw shit, let's go back" Vox held Y/N close as he went back into his place. He did the best he could to bandage you up and give you every pain reliever he had after you woke up. "uhh..what happened. The hotel! Where am i? I need to help Charlie and the others!" Vox was at his own desk watching the cameras, until he heard you yelling about the hotel and your friends. He had no time to get up and run when he straight up teleported through electricity next to you. "Oh god, I was so worried about you! I didn't even know you were in hell. Why in the fuck are you even here?!" Vox didn't care if Val or Velvet would walk through those huge doors as he held you close and rambled about you and your well being to you. "Vox, is it Really you? I thought i had lost you completely." Those words cut his heart in half and made him glitch. You held him tight as you could without being in pain.

You couldn't help but let tears fall down your face, you missed him so much. "I thought i didn't miss you at all, but I was so wrong. How could I've been so selfish not to realize I loved you all this time" Was it true what he just said or were you still in shock from the battle. "Vox. Did you just confess?" Vox only glitched and even shed a few tears which made him ashamed. "Oh darling don't cry, I love you aswell" You caressed his screen styled face softly as you leaned your forehead onto the top of his screen. "Y-You do?" His eyes flickered and moved up and down, looking into your eyes then glancing at your lips. "Of course I do. I loved you since we were alive. You make me glad to be in hell" It took you long enough to kiss, but you did it anyway. Angels say Hell is only suffering and pain, but they didn't know that it's not only that. "You make hell seem like Heaven to me, Y/N"

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AN: I hope you liked it. I wrote this quick as possible to not keep you waiting. It might short aswell, I'm not good at going to detail :,)

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #the vees #vox hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #light angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort

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Not What We Bargained For

PART 1 of 2

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<< Request >> "If it's possible, could you make a story about harry hating you and you didn't know why and then one day you have to share a hotel room with him and you find him jacking off in bed!?! Smut obviously and a fluff ending please?" @pandisasterthatlived

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Summary: Harry dislikes YN. She dislikes him. As long as they avoid each other, they can manage to be in the same office. But an unexpected work trip creates more tension than anticipated.

A/N: This was fun to write! I've been wanting to do an enemies to lovers story and this was the perfect way for me to dip my toes into that trope. Hopefully you enjoy it. Might do a pt. 2 later?

>> Warnings: some explicit language, workplace rivalry & jealousy, sexual tension, self-pleasure, oral (male receiving), mild fingering, unprotected penetration

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She isn't supposed to be here.

Harry is cursing Doug for his weak immune system, which is currently being attacked by the flu. He should've sucked it up, this is too important. Of course, that's a selfish thought, and Harry knows that, but he can't stop it from popping into his head ever since he was told that YN will be the one to take Doug's place.

He can't stand her. He basically hasn't since the beginning. When she first walked into the office, it seemed like she would be a pleasant presence to have around, another pleasant person to work with. But he was wrong.

Right off the bat, she is rude, and ignores Harry if there happens to be a moment that they are near each other, which he tries to avoid as much as possible. He is one of the top associates. It would only help her career if she was willing to work with him. She doesn't seem to care about anyone else's ideas, she just presents her own as soon as a question is asked in a meeting, and she is constantly taking assignments that could be covered by anyone else. She just comes across as so arrogant, and it does nothing but annoy him at this point.

Why would he want to work with someone like that? To work with an outside hire who thought she was better than everyone else as soon as she got tnere? He wouldn't. He doesn't. And he can't stand the fact that he is being forced to work with her now. He can't stand her.

"Have you gone over the presentation? Read the notes?"

"Yes, Styles. I have. I am prepared."

She will have to prove that in the meeting. However, he doesn't really want to give her much of a chance to do so. This was his assignment. He deserves to present it. He deserves the credit and recognition.

"Just so you know, I'm taking the lead on this."

"I figured as much."

"Good." He responds. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

She sighs and out of the corner of his eye, he catches YN rolling hers.

"If you don't think you can handle it-"

"Seriously? I've done this plenty of times before. This isn't my first presentation!" She snaps back, taking him a little by surprise. He's never heard her raise her voice, but then again he isn't around her much to hear it.

"Sure. But I won't need much help, yeah?"

"Whatever. Fine by me." She responds, crossing her arms and staring out the window.

He rolls his eyes at the way she is pouting. She obviously can't handle that she isn't in charge of this assignment. It serves her right, always trying to one-up everyone else and not being a team player. This is a taste of her own medicine.

"I can pretty much close this deal on my own."

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"What our company is presenting to you is an opportunity to grow your business with-"

"Growth, Ms. YLN? Can you guarantee growth?"

"Well, yes-"

"Thank you, Ms. YLN…" Harry clenches his jaw in her direction. "Mr. Tills, the data speaks for itself. What Downings & Co. can guarantee is that your business is worth the risk for the company. And if you consider the ramifications of a drastic change in the financial climate, I believe it is worth the risk for your business to let Downings & Co. oversee things."

Harry glares right at YN as soon as the other members in the meeting are distracted in conversation with each other.

How dare she? This was his presentation. He was the lead and she had no right to add anything else. In fact, she caused doubt and more questions to be raised. He just hopes that she has not ruined his chance to acquire this client.

"Let us have a moment to converse, if you don't mind." Mr. Tills requests.

"Of course." Harry agrees, gathering all of his notes and throwing another quick glare in YN's direction.

They both walk out of the conference room and take a seat just outside.

"What the hell was that?" He scolds.

"Excuse me?"

"You did not need to add anything to the pitch, YN! I had it under control." He begins to raise his voice, taking a deep breath as he notices the receptionist's quick glance in his direction.

"I was just trying to help."

"I told you that I don't need your help."

Although she is quiet, he can hear her scoff, and her body turns to face him.

"You know what, Styles?" She whispers, her eyes scanning the lobby to be certain that no one else is in earshot. "Fuck you."

"What?" He replies, his brow furrowing deep at her astonishing statement, especially in this professional setting.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I said fuck you."

"Me?" He pulls his lips in and does a scan of their surroundings too. "I had this. It was going perfectly, until you caused them to question the growth of their company."

"You weren't doing as well as you think." She quietly chuckles.

"Oh, because you think you can do everything better than anyone else?"

"No…" She huffs. "Because I saw what they-"

"I don't want to hear it, YN. You better hope we don't-... I don't… lose this deal now."

She turns her body away from his and they sit in silence, waiting for the board's decision to be made.

A few minutes later, the conference room door opens and the pair are motioned back inside.

"Mr. Styles and Ms. YLN, we have considered all you have proposed and have agreed to take up the offer."

Harry manages to keep his composure and continue with professionalism.

"Fantastic. I believe that this will be a very beneficial partnership, Mr. Tills."

Another meeting is set up for tomorrow to go over and sign paperwork, so the job is finished for tonight, and they both head back to the hotel.

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As the silverware clanks against their plates at the hotel restaurant, the silence feels refreshing to Harry. At least he doesn't have to hear her speak or engage in any kind of awkward conversation.

He whines to himself as he hears YN suddenly clear her throat. He's not surprised she can't keep her mouth shut, or her opinions to herself.

"Look, I really tho-"

"Honestly, I'm not in the mood to talk about it. Yeah?" He interrupts. "I'm just glad it worked out in the end."

"Yeah." She responds. "Now you can celebrate."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Wait, what? You're not gonna celebrate because… why? Because you thought I was going to ruin everything for you? Even though I didn't…"

He wants to argue with her so badly. This is not all about her, as she makes everything out to be. But they are in public, and he is not about to make a scene. So, he decides to bite his tongue and give her a quick honest answer as politely as he can. He lowers his fork, wipes his hand on his napkin, and clasps his hands in his lap.

"No." He reiterates. "I don't celebrate 'til the deal is fully done."

"But we-... I mean, you…"

"I wait 'til everything is official. Signatures and stamps and all that shit."

"Oh." She sits up straighter in her chair.

"What?" He asks sternly.

"Nothing." She pulls her lips inward and drops her gaze. It might be the first time Harry has ever seen her look like this. She almost looks insecure.

"What?" He asks again.

"I just…" She shrugs, gaze still downward. Her new demeanor is completely throwing him off. "I celebrate too early, compared to the 'Styles way'... I guess."

Harry returns his hands to his utensils, shoving a large fork full of his dinner into his mouth.

"That's 'cause you're too cocky." He mumbles, enjoying the fact that his food is muffling his words.

"What's that?" She asks, leaning closer to potentially make out the statement she hopes he will reiterate.

"I said… I said that I guess I'm too cocky." He lies, starting to clench his teeth as he notices that her reaction is giving away that she agrees.

"Well…" She shrugs. "We have our own ways of doing things."

"Certainly do." He replies, beginning to see her shoulders relax a bit, but he quickly straightens up and pushes his plate to the side. "I'm finished."

"Oh! Okay. I'm almost done too." She replies, stabbing as much food as she can with her fork.

"No, please, don't rush." He holds his hand up to reassure her that she doesn't need to hurry, hoping she will listen so that there isn't an awkward elevator ride and walk back to the room. He shudders at the odd thought of how that scene would look to others. As if they were a couple. "M'just gonna take a shower. I'll see you back in the room."

"Right." She nods. "See you back there then."

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With a shirt and sweats on, and a towel drying his hair, Harry walks out of the bathroom and almost collides into YN.

"Bloody hell!" He blurts out.

This obviously wasn't the original plan. Harry was supposed to be sharing a room with Doug, someone he would most likely have been spending time with at the bar, being wingman to each other whenever someone caught their eye.

But Doug isn't here, it's YN instead, and because the universe seems to hate Harry, the company wasn't able to find her a separate room.

"Oh shit!" She responds, taking a few more steps away from him. "I just got back. I didn't realize you were right there."

He is thankful he didn't risk it and walk out in a towel, or how he usually walks around. Naked.

"Right."

She places her jacket and bag next to her suitcase, and sits on her bed to remove her heels.

"Stupid fucking things." She states, tossing them to the side and massaging her feet. "Is the bathroom free now?"

He simply nods and she swiftly grabs some clothes, heading straight in there and closing the door.

While he hears the water running, Harry sends a quick, scolding text to Doug, and puts an alarm on his phone.

He puts it down on the nightstand and turns his lamp off before he brings his hands up underneath his head.

His eyes close, and he replays the meeting in his head. He critiques himself on the areas he could have improved, still mentally patting himself on the back for the win, and clenches his jaw as he remembers YN's interruption. One thing pops in his mind that he didn't think anything of before. It was the look of embarrassment on her face when he glared at her. He attributes it to the fact that she couldn't handle a bruise to her ego, but he can't seem to shake the small feeling that it may have actually been genuine.

The bathroom door suddenly swings open, with the scent of lavender and vanilla floating through the air as she returns her work outfit to her suitcase. He subtly opens his eyes, curious to see what YN looks like in a normal setting. Well, in a 'not-the-office' setting.

Harry can't help but notice the way her wet hair falls down and frames her face, no longer being confined into a ponytail. He notices the freckles on her cheeks that are usually hidden by her makeup. He also notices how smooth her bare skin looks, now that it's showing off as a cotton shirt and shorts sit nicely on her body.

He had already admitted to himself, on the first day they met, that she was attractive. She has always looked presentable and professional, and attractive. But this is different. He has never seen her look so natural, there's no reason he would have, and he is taken back by how much he likes seeing her this way.

He is brought out of his thoughts as soon as he hears the creaking of her bed. She turns off the lamp closest to her, but with the city lights peeking through the small opening of the curtains, he can just make out her silhouette.

"Goodnight." She softly speaks.

"Yeah. Goodnight." He replies, turning away onto his side and letting his mind wander as he drifts off to sleep.

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Harry wakes up and notices that the sliver of the window he can see still displays a dark sky. He checks the bedside clock to confirm that he has only been asleep for a few hours. He is annoyed that he has randomly woken up, but more so than that, he is annoyed that he has woken up with his dick stiff and throbbing.

He's a man, this has obviously happened to him before, but tonight's is painfully desperate for some relief and he knows he will not be able to return to sleep without taking care of himself.

He turns over to evaluate YN's current position and finds her asleep, facing the other wall. He begins to weigh his options, but his hand uncontrollably makes its way down to the bulge in his sweats, and it feels too good to discontinue those motions.

He glances back over to YN, letting out a heavy breath to test her ability to stay in slumber. When she doesn't react, he slides his hand into his briefs and continues to palm himself, breathing out heavily at the touch.

It feels too good, and he is desperate for relief. He needs it now. He can be quiet, and can stop if he suspects she is waking up. Plus, the risk of getting caught is surprisingly making this all the more enticing for him right now.

He brings his hand out of his pants, pulling them down to free his throbbing dick from its confines, and spits in his hands for some lubrication.

As he checks on YN's position once again, becoming more aroused at the sight of an attractive woman laying there, he begins to stroke himself. The immediate pleasure that his motions create cause him to bite his lower lip and buck up his hips. His thumb rubs over his tip and he can feel himself leaking already. He manages to pull his other lip inward just in time to muffle a moan, and he begins to thrust his hips up to the rhythm of his strokes.

But as good as it feels, he can't seem to get himself over the edge. He spits in his hand for more lubrication and pumps faster, and an uncontrollable, but quiet, moan is released from his lips.

"Come on…" He whispers, tilting his head back further against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

"Can't close the deal?"

"Shit!" Harry immediately stops stroking himself and his free hand flies up to slap his face.

This is just perfect. Not only does he need release from such an intense erection, but now the one person he can't stand has caught him in the act. Everything about this moment is painful.

He turns his head and peeks through his fingers, just making out her figure and her face staring back at him.

"I… fuck… I…" He stumbles, his ego fading and being overshadowed by embarrassment.

"Need some help?" She chuckles. "I can help."

"Oh fuck off, you're not making this any better for me." He states, an intense blush raging in his cheeks as the intense erection rages within his grasp.

"I could make it better. If you want me to."

"You're not serious! Are you?" He asks, astonished by what he thinks, and also sort of hopes, that she is offering.

"Well, if you can't do the job yourself…" She laughs. "I might as well take the lead on this."

He groans, aching for release.

She shrugs. "It's funny how you didn't need my help earlier in the meeting, but now you clearly do."

"It's not funny." He frowns as he experiences her arrogance yet again.

"It's just too damn bad I don't have the right skills for the job." She adds.

His frown turns into a smirk, actually delighted by her teasing nature. "I can sense your sarcasm."

She shakes her head, looking his body up and down as he lays there on the bed.

"And I can sense your desperation."

Harry clears the lump in his throat. He knows she is being witty, giving him the same back talk that he's given her, but god he thinks it's sexy. Saying she'll help him cum almost makes him explode right there, but he suddenly realizes that he wants what she is offering. Wants and desperately needs at this point.

"I'm very good." She chuckles. "But if you don't think you can handle it-"

"I can!" He interrupts. "I want to."

YN crawls her way onto his bed and closer to him, making her way to lay over his legs, as his breathing picks up its pace.

She gets positioned over his tip and flickers her gaze up to him as she bites her lower lip. He squirms as he lays there, desperate for her to please him.

Her gaze drops down to his dick, and she grabs ahold of his base as her smooth tongue glides up his length. He moans out, not meaning to make so much noise, but the way it feels against his skin sends him into a tizzy already.

"Oh my god."

She licks up one more time, before pushing her lips around him and taking his dick in her mouth. From the feeling alone, one hand jolts down and entangles in her hair, causing her to hum against him.

"Fuck, it feels good." He admits. And it does. It feels better than he would've thought. She takes him in so easily, her soft lips sliding around him as his dick enters between them.

She suddenly pulls off of him and sits back on her knees, pumping him slowly with her hand.

"You know, you're a major asshole to me."

His gaze immediately shoots down to meet hers.

"Umm…" he begins to pant, his dick twitching in her grasp and his heart racing at her statement.

"I haven't done anything to deserve that." She frowns.

He would assume she is furious, except he notices the way her teeth are digging into her bottom lip. Instinct wants him to argue, but his body wants him to shut up so she will continue the pleasuring she is giving him. His body wins over.

"No." He replies, his strong palms moving down to grab onto the part of her knees that are just within reach. "You haven't."

"And you haven't really done anything to deserve this…" She proclaims, squeezing her hand just enough around him to cause a buck up of his hips.

"No, I… haven't…" He breathes out.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

She quickly drops herself back down and wastes no time taking his dick back into her pretty little mouth.

The sensation flows over him and he throws his head back into the pillow.

"Fuck." He whispers.

The way she begins to use her mouth is as if she knows what he needs. She swirls her tongue exactly how he likes it, and moves her hand to cup his balls, which causes one hand to grab onto her hair again as the other grips onto the pillow underneath his head.

"YN… you're…" He grunts. "Fuck, you're good at this."

Once again, she hums against him, and the vibration ignites his body. It feels so good for him, and he feels his body tensing. He wants to last longer, but with his hand having started things off, and her amazing oral skills, he knows he cannot hold back much longer.

"Shit!" He growls.

"Hm?" She hums, her eyes snapping up to his as her mouth continues to do its work.

"I usually… last longer." He growls. "But m'bout to cum."

By the look in her eyes, he can tell she is smiling around his dick, and his body bucks up.

"Where… can I…" He tries to breathe out.

YN gives his balls a subtle squeeze and moves her hand on top of the one grabbing her hair. She stops her motions, stabilizing herself with her hands on his thighs, and he begins to thrust.

"Oh my god." He moans out.

He continues to pump in and out, as she effortlessly takes him as deep as he can go. It's perfect. She whines out, and his eyes shoot down to her in concern, but he sees her eyes closed. She isn't resisting. She isn't uncomfortable. She's enjoying it, and that sends him over the edge.

His movements get sloppy and his entire body clenches. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lower lip as his release rapidly spills down her throat.

He slows down his pace and hears her whimper as she keeps her mouth surrounding him, massaging his thighs as he works through the sensational orgasm coursing through him.

As he finishes giving her every last drop, he releases the hand grasping her hair, and she sits back up onto her knees.

"Fuck." He pants, eyes still squeezed shut. "That was..."

"Outstanding?" She chuckles, and he opens his eyes to see a wide grin displayed on her plump-lipped face, instantly matching it with his own. Usually her arrogance would annoy the hell out of him, but she has every right to be. It really was outstanding.

"Yeah." He nods.

She begins to move around his body, but he gently grabs her wrists and pulls her closer, causing her to straddle his waist.

"What are you doing?" She gasps, propping herself up with her hands on his chest.

"What if I told you… that I want to flip you over right now and give you a good fuck?"

Her mouth drops open slightly. "What?"

Harry's eyes take in her body. She's still wearing her cotton shirt and shorts, and he is so tempted to see what's underneath. He begins to softly glide his palms against her thighs, running them over her hips and up to her waist.

Her breath hitches and he smirks.

"You did something for me…"

"I did it out of necessity…"

"Really? It's not part of your job description to wrap those pretty pink lips around my dick and suck me off."

"Well, it was a lot of work." She smirks, causing his own breath to hitch at her quick wit. He's finding her sexier by the minute.

"Well, you have one satisfied customer."

"Of course I do! That was some of my best work. I knew you'd like it." She smirks again, causing him to grab tighter on her waist and she lets out a sweet subtle gasp. He can tell she is pretending to resist, because by the heat he can feel between her legs, he knows she wants it, and it makes him want it even more.

"I fucking loved it."

His hands dip under her shirt after seeing her smile, and he is enticed by the smoothness of her skin. Without warning, she grabs the hem of her shirt and swiftly pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side.

Harry licks his lips at the sight of her beautiful body, his eyes taking in every inch of the smooth skin. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever be watching her half naked body as it slowly begins to grind on him.

His gaze moves up to her lips. Those pretty, plump lips that were just taking him in and pleasuring him moments ago.

He can't help himself, wanting to know what they feel and taste like, so he pulls her down on top of him, their chests flush with each other.

One palm reaches around to the back of her head, and there is absolutely no resistant as he smashes their lips together. They do taste good, just as he thought.

An arm wraps around her waist and he swiftly rolls over, keeping their lips together as he hovers over her.

His index finger runs down her body and teases the hem of her panties. She bites her lower lip and he slips his hand inside, running it over her center.

"You're already so wet." He whispers, leaning down and placing another kiss on her lips. He smirks when she responds with a whimper, as he swipes his fingers along her folds once more.

He begins to circle her clit and she moans out, causing a twitch in his dick at the sound.

"Oh my god."

He plays with it one more time, then slides his fingers inside of her and curls them up. She moans again, bucking up her hips as he pumps his digits in and out.

"Fuck, YN, I need to be inside you." He exclaims, with a low and deep exhale. "I need my dick inside of you."

"Please." She whines. "I need it too."

He chuckles at her pleas. He has to admit, he likes seeing her like this- squirming at his touch, yearning for more of him, laying there exposed underneath him.

"You were so cocky before, YN. Now… it looks like you're the one who needs the help…"

"Come on, Harry, please!" She proclaims.

That's the first time she has called him 'Harry' and suddenly a rush of euphoria washes over him. It was such a beautiful sound. The desire to hear, see, and feel more from her begins to overwhelm him.

He sits back and grabs the sides of her panties, slowly removing them from her legs. It's a thong. A sexy, little thong. He's glad he didn't know that she was wearing this during the meeting, because he would've been dazed by the thought, and he's confident he will be distracted tomorrow thinking about another one sitting right down the middle of her ass cheeks.

Another twitch of his dick brings him back to the physical activities, so he quickly removes his sweats and briefs.

He teases his tip at her entrance, coating himself with her wetness before pushing himself in.

It feels good. Being inside her feels really good, and he immediately begins thrusting, as if he is smothering his dick with the feeling of her tight, coated walls.

She lets out a strong whine and he is instantly snapped out of the bliss.

"Shit. Y'alright?" He asks, keeping his voice tender with concern.

"Yeah." She pants. "It's just… I knew you were big, since my mouth was just on you, but… I just need a second… to get used to it this way."

The compliment leaving her lips makes his dick twitch yet again, and he adjusts himself so he can slowly, steadily slide in and out of her.

"That better?" He asks, gazing into her eyes to gauge her level of comfort.

"Yes." She nods in response. "And I want you deeper."

"Yeah?" He smirks. "Want my dick to fill you up?"

"Yes!" She moans, her chest moving quickly with each of his movements.

He pushes her knees closer to her chest as he begins to thrust in deeper.

"Yeah." She moans again, the sound inflating every part of his ego. He actually likes knowing he's pleasing her more than he thought he would. More than be usually does during sex. "Just like that, Harry. Oh my god."

"You're so fucking tight, YN. You're squeezing around me perfectly."

"It feels so good." She whimpers.

"How good? Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, Harry!" She moans, locking her eyes on his as the praise spills out of her mouth. "You're making me feel so good!"

"What else will make you feel good, baby?"

"Faster." She bites her lip for a moment. "Faster and harder."

Her request sends shivers down his spine. She wants it all and he is so intoxicated by her that he's ready to give it all to her.

"Fuck, YN." He grunts, feeling her straighten her legs to rest on his shoulders. "Fuck I'll do it all for you."

He grabs onto her thighs and begins to pound into her.

"Oh god, Harry!"

"Mmm. So fucking good."

He gives everything he has with each thrust in, pulling out quickly so he can do it all again.

He looks back down at her and feels the indescribable desire to be closer. He wants to feel every inch of her.

He maneuvers his hands between her legs and lowers himself down, resting one forearm on the side of her head, as he uses the opposite to hold onto the back of her thigh.

Both of her hands reach around and tangle themselves in his curls. As he continues his deep, hard, fast thrusts, his breath quickens at the intense desire to take her completely.

"God, I want to ravish you." He admits, unsure how his confession will be perceived.

"I can't guarantee I won't scratch and bite…" She replies, causing his hand to instinctually grab tighter onto the back of her thigh.

"But I can guarantee you'll cum."

His lips swiftly move to her neck, sucking every spot he comes in contact with, not worried about the marks that might show during tomorrow's meeting.

She grabs his shoulders and runs her nails down his back, shooting a sensation through his entire body. Once again, it's as if she knows exactly what he wants, likes, and needs.

He kisses back up her neck to her lips again, parting them with his tongue and gliding his in.

Their tongues move in synchronization, as his hands roam her body. His fingers meet with her nipple, and the high-pitched whimper that leaves her lips is enough to encourage him to play with it.

She squirms and moans, causing him to remove his lips from hers and join his hand. His tongue immediately licks her nipple, and a pleasure-filled shriek echoes through the entire room. His palm grabs her breast and provides a better vantage point to suck all around the breast.

Her breaths and whimpers are all he can hear as he moves over every inch of her smooth skin, and gives everything his dick can provide her.

"Ohhh. Harry, I'm…"

"Tell me." He grunts into her ear.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Cum… YN, I wanna…" He grunts again as his movements get sloppy. "I wanna feel it!"

He props her leg on his shoulder and brings that hand up to her jaw, pressing his lips firmly against hers again.

She lets out a vibrant moan, one that could set every fiber of his body ablaze.

"Oh my god, Harry!"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

Her hands run up and grip his hair, tugging on it as her body squirms beneath him.

"H-... Har… oh god!"

Her hips suddenly buck up, getting him as deep as he can go before she drops down onto the bed after one last, beautiful moan of his name.

"Harry!"

"I'm close, baby, I can… in you?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck I'm gonna give you… all of it."

"I want all of it." She whispers.

With that, he spills into her once again, reducing his thrusts as he melts down on top of her, kissing her neck as they both work through their orgasms together.

"Harry, that was…"

"Outstanding?" He chuckles against her skin and she breathes out a laugh of her own.

"Yeah. Outstanding."

He rolls off, leaving them both laying on their backs in bliss, and trying to catch their breath.

"You can, umm, stay in my bed tonight… if you want."

She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow.

"Mr. Styles wants to cuddle?" She giggles.

The sassy, yet sexy expression on her face causes a blush to cover his.

"Forget it." He responds, embarrassment filling him as the reality, and original cause, of what happened reenters his mind.

She scoots closer, running one hand through his tossled hair, then cupping his cheek as she places a gentle kiss on his lips.

He can't fully comprehend what he's feeling, definitely not in any coherent matter at the moment, but he melts at her touch. Then he melts more as she looks into his eyes with the sweetest gaze.

"You want to be big spoon or little spoon, Harry?"

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Harry is pulled out of his sleep to the sound of beeping and YN calling his name.

"What?" He asks.

"Can you turn off your fucking alarm?"

"M'sorry." He fumbles around on the nightstand next to him, barely opening his eyes enough to silence his phone.

"Thank you!" She sternly exclaims.

He finally blinks his eyes open to find YN laying in the other bed, hands covering her face and she begins to blink her eyes open. He frowns, not remembering when she left his bed, and a little confused as to why.

"Well good morning to you too." He chuckles, propping his head up on his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh, happy that this deal will be done and that I can go back home…"

"Well, yeah." He chuckles again. "But, I mean, how are you feeling about last night?"

She twists her head in his direction and gives him an unsettling frown.

"Dinner was fine."

"Right…" He dramatically rolls his eyes.

"I had a good sleep… if that's what you mean..?"

His heart sinks and stomach twists into knots, as she raises up and gets off her bed, walking towards her suitcase and grabbing her toiletry bag.

Does she regret it? Was she actually disappointed? Or is she just that heartless? She can't be. Not the way she was treating him last night. That definitely wasn't heartless.

"Right, but-"

He scoots closer to the edge of the bed and his hip slides over a large damp spot on his sheets. He looks down and feels around for a clue as to what it is and why she is suddenly acting a little cold towards him.

He examines the bed, the room, and her figure as she heads towards the bathroom.

He suddenly realizes what's going on, and his heart stops as he buries his face in his pillow.

She is in her bed. She is wearing her cotton shirt and shorts. He is wearing his briefs and sweats, and there's a damp spot on his bed.

They didn't have sex.

He looks up to catch one last glimpse of her before she walks into the other room, and his stomach drops.

Nope, they didn't have sex.

He just had a wet dream.

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Pogue Like Me (Part Six)

Edited-ish. ~2.2k words.

**So I'm not 100% sure about this part. I may change it later, but for now here it is! This was one of my favorite minis to write.**

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The house is quiet as you slip out of Rafe's bed. His touch falls away, and you turn back to see him still asleep, undisturbed by your slipping away. He looks peaceful, at ease, and a smile tugs at your lips for him. You lean down, lips pressing to his cheek and then brushing his lips before you collect his pullover from the chair and slip out of the room to go downstairs. The kitchen is empty, but you spot Sarah through one of the glass doors while you are pulling the sweatshirt on over your pajamas. She is trekking toward the dock with a paper bag and cup holder in hand.

Hurrying after her, you glance back to see if John B is there, but he is not. He is likely still asleep or already back at the Chateau.

"Morning," you yawn, pulling the sleeves of Rafe's pullover down over your hands. Sarah smiles up at you from her task of spreading the blanket out.

"Good morning."

Once she has the blanket spread out at the end of the dock, she pats the empty spot beside her. "Have a seat."

You do, crisscrossing your legs. The peace you feel over the crisp summer morning has your anxiety tapering off. The slight breeze blowing off the water is cool enough that you are glad you grabbed the pullover but not cold enough to make you uncomfortable. The warm glow of the sun helps ease some of the chill.

Sarah opens the paper bag after passing over your standard order of iced coffee from the local coffee shop in town. You take a generous sip and hum in delight. The perfect mix of syrup, sweet cream, and coffee. She smiles, passing you the wrapped chocolate croissant, and you beam.

"Thanks, Sarah."

"Of course!" She pulls her own out, and you both quietly eat them and admire the peaceful morning.

This is your favorite part of the day when you are awake in time to see it. It is before everyone starts coming outside and going to the beach or out on the water to enjoy another summer day. The island awakens slowly, stretching from her slumber while all the kooks, pogues, and tourists alike are still asleep, enjoying a quiet cup of coffee or prepping for their day.

"What did you want to talk about?" You ask, halfway through the croissant. You do not look at her and instead focus on the seagulls swooping in for their morning catch.

"Umm…" She chews her bite before clearing her throat. "I feel terrible about what happened. I hate that we aren't friends right now. All of us do."

You frown, looking down at your lap. "Not all of you."

She frowns. "JJ too."

"JJ and I are not anywhere near ever being friends again, Sarah." You turn your face to look at her. "He said some really shitty things. And for him to be the one that I was closest to out of everyone. It's unacceptable."

She nods. "I get it."

"Do you?" You question your disappointment in them getting the best of you. They all seemed to ignore JJ's behavior and verbal attack on you and Rafe. "Because it hasn't felt like that."

She looks away, and you notice the shine in her eyes. "Rafe…"

"Nope." You immediately cut her off. "This isn't about your brother. If this is just another bash Rafe session, I'm leaving."

"Please don't." She grasps your wrist, squeezing it in desperation. "We don't have to talk about him."

"We aren't going to."

She nods before letting you go and huffing. "So it's serious?"

"Yes!"

"Okay." Her lips press together in a firm line. She does not like it, but it is not for her like. It is your life, your decision.

You look back out at the water and sigh. "I love Rafe."

A smile tugs at her lips before she sighs. The silence stretches for a few moments while she turns over what to say in her head. Her chin lifts, and she looks out at the water. "As your friend, I can say that if you are happy, then I think it is great." You pause mid-bite to stare at her. She laughs, shaking her head. "I can be happy for my best friend even if she's dating my brother."

You laugh softly before taking a bite and humming in appreciation at the taste of flaky pastry and chocolate again.

"But as his sister, I'm worried."

You look away from her because you do understand it. She grew up with your boyfriend, and she knows much more about him than you do. "Sarah-"

"No," she interrupts you. "That is all I have to say, and I believe you. I can tell you love Rafe."

You smile then, sipping your coffee. "Probably too much."

She shrugs, laughing. "So? He needs someone to love him."

You smile brighter, blushing a little. The atmosphere shifts as Sarah adjusts her position to face you more.

"Will you talk to JJ?"

"No."

She frowns, and you shake your head at her.

"No, Sarah, not right now. I'm really happy where I am right now with Rafe. I will not ruin my happiness because of JJ's selfishness."

She exhales, tossing her empty wrapper into the bag and stretching out. Her toes dip into the water.

"So, do we have to be friends with my brother now?"

You laugh, tossing your wrapper in the bag too. "No, but the fighting needs to stop. On both ends."

She agrees, and you know it as she shifts to look back at the house.

"He's different with you."

"I know."

She smiles as she watches you before she shakes her head. "I think he loves you too."

You smile, looking back at the house too. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought of those three words coming from him. You are not sure what you will do if he turns out to be using you to get what he wants.

"God, I hope so."

You laugh, shoving Kelce's shoulder as he teases you about your close-call tumble this morning when the tiled floor in one of the breakfast rooms was still wet. Your cheeks heat at the reminder and a flashback of how you managed to save yourself by using an older gentleman as a shield replays in your head.

"I could've been seriously injured," you complain, and he shakes his head, still laughing over your misfortune. "Mr. Corrine could have been too!"

Kelce braces his hand against his stomach as he laughs louder. He is likely picturing the same image as you. He braces his other hand on the bar to steady himself.

"You are ridiculous!" You smack him with your ticket holder. "Why are we friends again?"

"Because you love me."

"Right," you retort, smacking him again for good measure.

His laughter fades when he glances over your shoulder. You follow his line of sight to see JJ lingering by the end of the bar. Ocean eyes flickering to you and away. He is waiting for you. You huff, tightening your hand on the serving tray you have tucked against your side.

"I should go."

"Text me or Rafe, okay?" Kelce attempts to soothe you, his voice quiet before he winks at you and strides back into the sunshine to find your boyfriend for their round of drinks post-golf game.

Your shift ends in thirty minutes, and Rafe would take you home so you could get cleaned up and ready for date night together. A promise of an evening alone together after spending copious amounts with Kelce and his new girlfriend has caused you to smile all day. You are ready to have one on one time and kiss him silly after his subtle teasing when he first arrived.

You collect the closed ticket from their drinks and start to the kitchen. You needed to do some culinary prep and help clean the bar up before you could leave. JJ steps into your path before you can pass him. You frown at him, not surprised or pleased with his choice to corner you.

"It's been over a month, y/n."

"I'm aware."

He frowns back at you. "Please."

You stare at him, debating whether to finally cave into his request or not. "Why?"

"I miss you."

You roll your eyes. Sarcasm drips from your words because you know what he has been up to in your absence. "I'm sure."

He reaches out. His fingertips touch the lone braided rope bracelet you wear now. It is the one you and Sarah share. Your other wrist is decorated with a gold charm bracelet. A cursive R, a cresting wave, and a heart all in gold dangle from the bracelet—Rafe's one-month gift for you.

"I still have ours."

You hum, moving your arm away from him. "JJ, I have to get back to work."

"Come by the Chateau tonight?"

You shake your head, stepping away. "No."

"Why not?"

"And be insulted over and over again?"

He groans, looking away, and his jaw clenches. "So, you can forgive Sarah, John B, and Pope, but not me or Kie?"

"Yes."

He shakes his head. "Real mature."

You glare at him, your anger rising. "First off, they didn't call me a slut or an easy lay." His eyes widen at you referencing his hurtful words again, but you continue. "You called me a kook's slut, a liar, a kook princess, and you said some awful things about Rafe, like accusing him of wanting cocaine more than me." You breathe through your nose to calm yourself as best you can. "You never even apologized. So, no, I can't forgive you. And second, Kiara is too far shoved up your ass now to even reach out to me. Has she told you that?" You look at him, waiting for an answer, but he stays silent. "Thought so. It's a two-way street. I'm tired of always being there for you guys, and the one fucking time I needed you, you failed me. You hurt me and do not even have the decency to man up and apologize." You take a step back, shaking your head. "And I won't even get into the birthday party fiasco. So no, JJ, I won't just forgive you."

You leave him standing there and push your way through the kitchen doors. Cass's perfectly red-manicured hand touches your face, and you exhale the breath you have been holding.

"You okay?"

"I'm so tired of this."

"I know," she murmurs before hugging you.

You hug her back, glancing as Ralph rounds the shelves to hug you both. You laugh, and he presses a quick kiss to your temple before pulling Cass into his chest. They had finally agreed to date, and both seemed so happy that it made you smile. After a few moments of admiring the positive changes this summer, you return to work and try to stay away from JJ as best you can.

The last half hour passes in a blur, and you feel two strong arms loop around your waist as you clock out.

"Ready to get out of here?" He asks, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hum, patting his hands as they press against your stomach. "Maybe some alone time."

You laugh, spinning in his arms to drape your arms over his shoulders. "What is with you and this skirt, huh?"

"You've got very sexy legs."

You laugh before pecking his lips. "Yeah. Alone time sounds good."

He frowns, reading you like the back of his hand. His hands rub up and down your back. "JJ?"

You nod, closing your eyes and dropping your face into his chest. He sighs, glancing around for the blond pogue. "What happened?"

"He still has not apologized and is angry that I've forgiven everyone but him and Kie."

He nods, licking his bottom lip before shrugging. "Fuck him."

You shake your head with a tired smile. "I'm so furious at him for making me feel this way. He is being incredibly selfish even now."

"He is."

You grasp his hand and begin to tug him away and out to the parking lot. The farther you got away from the Island Club, the better you would feel.

"Yours or mine?" You ask, swinging your hands between you.

"Mine."

You smile, looking at him as you near his bike. "Then can we take a long hot bubble bath? My calves are killing me."

He grins, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "Anything you want."

"You're spoiling me, Cameron."

"You are worth it."

You laugh, taking the helmet that he brings for you every time he picks you up. "Is this because of my skirt?"

He laughs before leaning in to peck your lips. You slide the helmet on to hide the blush blooming across your face. His eyes crinkle in the corners from how much he is smiling.

"Maybe."

"I knew it!"

He pulls his helmet on after buckling yours. "You trust me, right?"

"You ask me this every time I get on your bike."

"Because it's your life in my hands."

"Of course I trust you." You reach for him and wrap your arms around his waist as you press yourself against him. "More than anything."

He straddles his bike, and you climb on behind him, sliding into position with ease and familiarity as he turns the bike on. His large hand is warm on your bare thigh when he touches you to be sure you are ready before he drives out of the Island Club parking lot. You glance over your shoulder to see JJ watching from his bike. The bike you used to catch rides on before everything happened.

A sharp burst of pain strikes through your heart as the realization that you will never have what you had before ever again. P4L is not really P4L anymore. Too many rules broken, and hurtful words exchanged between the lot of you.

The End.

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 months

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I wanna comment on something I'm seeing that is deeply annoying me again. I am glad to see several posts similar to this, though.

Firstly, please stop acting like this is an "us vs them" situation but making the "them" be people on your own side who aren't responding to things perfectly. The problem is the people defending Wilbur, attacking Shelby, and spreading hate.

Do not take your anger and upset out on other people, because people are going to feel and respond differently but most people are supporting Shelby. It can be hard to see but people are usually trying their best and not trying to hurt others with what they're saying. You can both support Shelby and want Wilbur gone without agreeing on every opinion. Stop harassing people for responding differently to you. If their opinion is harmful, maybe try explaining why instead of harassing.

Secondly, please stop acting like every CC is this deeply evil, deeply toxic, abusive, horrible person because they haven't made a public statement about Shelby's abuse.

[Image ID: A screenshot of Shelby's alt twitter account's liked tweets. The tweet shown is by imiziee, one of Shelby's mods, and is a quote tweet. It reads "pls dont be like this. its been 2 hours since he posted it. people take different times to process that theyve been manipulated and friends with an abuser, calm down. instead of hating on people why dont you show support for shelby?? #ShubbleSupportSquad". The tweet it is quoting reads "the silence from his closest is so damning. fuck philza, tommy, jack, niki, tubbo, charlie, lovejoy, quackity" before it cuts off.]

This is from Shelby's likes, it's written by her mod. Shelby herself then likely agrees that this is a reasonable standpoint.

CCs should be supporting Shelby, of course. They should regardless of how close they are to this. However, we know that Wilbur manipulated people, close friends according to replies we've seen. We don't know what the behind the scenes is right now. Imagine if it was you and your closest friends, who you have known for years, and literal millions were watching you. It might take a few days to come to a conclusion, to say something, and I'd personally rather a CC come in a little late than rush an empty response.

I'm not expecting everyone to be perfect in their response, but a response is a response. Again, we don't know what is happening behind the scenes. I understand that public support of Shelby from other CCs is very important, but private support can be very helpful for them. This isn't about the fandom.

There's a difference between supporting Shelby and deplatforming Wilbur. They're connected, obviously, but given that Shelby is another CC, there's more ways to support her compared to previous cases of mistreatment allegations against a CC where it's someone without a platform coming forward.

Stop supporting whoever you want, and do whatever makes you comfortable. But stop attacking people and demanding they stop watching CCs because "all men are horrible monsters" and "all CCs will disappoint you" and "you support abuse if you watch any CC who could possibly support an abuser or abuse". Which ignores the fact that anyone could be an abuser, and abuse isn't a CC issue, this isn't an MCYT issue, it's a society issue. Yes, some groups, especially white men in positions of power, are in positions where they can abuse people easier. But literally anyone could be an abuser. That's part of what Shelby talked about.

I doubt that it's healthy to assume everyone wants to hurt you, to harm others, to abuse and manipulate, and that you can never watch or enjoy someone because they might be bad or support harmful people. Obviously, it's understandable to think that obsessing over a CC is bad because it is. You shouldn't put people on a pedestal and say "they could never do that!". But I'm seeing blogs who have been devoted to a CC and/or their character(s) for 3+ years talking about why you can never find comfort in a CC, and should distrust all of them completely. Like dude. It's fine to like a CC who may not be related to this at all.

We know according to Lexie that some CCs knew about abuse she faced and didn't do anything, in fact they kept hanging out with these people. It's fine to be wary, to stop supporting people who it could be. Because I'm sure there are people behind the scenes who knew something.

But again, the random tumblr blogger who wants to grant a CC a chance to get their thoughts together instead of making a shitty statement is not your enemy! Guilt tripping and harassing people into never thinking about any CC who could be related is not an effective way to support Shelby, and it does not make this seem like something that is about abuse. It makes this seem like online discourse.

This is not drama. Stop treating it like drama where you need to throw around buzzwords. You cannot "win" supporting someone. The only "right" opinion is supporting victims of abuse. People can feel different ways about CCs who did or did not respond. Stop saying people are horrible because they didn't loudly, actively denounce a CC who hasn't responded in one day to possibly finding out for the first time that one of their closest friends is an abuser. That's not supporting Shelby.

#areus rambles #tw abuse #tw domestic abuse #ask to tag #discourse #fandom critical

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Worm Arc 15 thoughts without interludes (interludes need their own post):

EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINE

My daughters boss didn't actually try to assassinate her, her just planned to do it and then did it in one reality but kept the reality where he didn't! So it's ok! I'm fine. Not worried at all that Coil knows Skitter was planning on double crossing him and that he found a way to screw with Tattletales powers.

It's fiiiine (eye twitches)

I want to say I'm glad she got her full team on board, but given that there is a chance someone on her team ratted on her it might not be good.

Skitter goes a little bit far at the end with Triumph. Just a tiny itty bitty bit far. Child you almost KILLED HIM! And then you let him sit there dying when the threat isn't that he'll die now, but that you will come back if needed (mayor ain't going to say what you want him to say if you kill his son, the point is if he doesn't say it you'll come back)! I'm worried about you.

Brian I understand why you like my daughter and she seems to like you and I'm glad having someone you feel safe with is helping you process your very valid trauma (important note, you could have done the same with your sister, she was trying to help you but you wouldn't open up to her, you should open up to her). But please don't get in the way of her relationships with her girlfriends. Just understand in terms of long term stuff Chatterbug and Wolfspider 100% trump . . . Darkbug? Fuck what are you guys called?

(I've been informed Shadeswarm, Nightcrawler, Night Biter, Creepy Crawlies, or Carapace. I think Creepy Crawlies might be my preference among that.)

MOAR DOLL LESBIAN CONTENT!!!!!

Parian is one of my absolute favorite characters! Flechette is pretty cool as well. Being a hero hurts her. Stabbing my daughter also didn't build good marks with me, but I understand why she did it. Cause GAAAAAAAAAAAY. I have a hard time being too mad at a lesbian stabbing someone to protect her girlfriend.

I'm glad Parian isn't joining Coil full hog at least, she's too pure to be a villain (or a "hero"). I kinda wish she could just move to New York and be a fashion designer and live her best life, but I do enjoy the idea of getting to see her more.

And to be honest, I don't think anyone on Earth Bet is really going to be living their best life in the long run. Sorry guys.

The fucking shutdown the team gives to the Nazis is AMAZING! Like ya no Hookwolf or Purity this time, that obviously would have made it harder. But still, comparing the previous fight to this just really shows how much the team has increased in power. They didn't even bring Grue.

Skitter and Tattletale being able to work together to find all the people in a few block radius and figure out which groups are Nazis, all while just standing in the middle of the street, is so fucking cool. I fucking love watching them work.

I don't love the girlfriends fighting with the whole "Skitter wasn't told about the plan to have Regent yoink a Nazi". But they seemed to make up pretty quickly.

Skitter fucking running multiple bug clones, with cameras and microphones, all across her territory, and using them to talk to people and check in on things, WHILE getting surgery on her shoulder??! FUCKING HELL. Like ok yes, please love yourself child and let yourself take it easy sometimes. But also holy shit that is so god damn amazing. I am 100% convinced (I mean, I have been since like Arc 4 TBH) that she uses her bugs to basically offload her pain. Or offloads her mind to her bugs so she can ignore the pain in her body. Same idea. Like even if it's never confirmed it is true to me. And the multitasking! Give Taylor a Thinker classification!!

Just fucking attacking the mayor's family to intimidate him into telling people in Washington to not condemn Brockton Bay huh? I mean sure it kinda worked at the end (assuming he does what he said he would) but it really seems like a terrible plan. Like, the people in Washington are gonna hear about the attack and wonder about everything the mayor says. But fine, that's the plan.

Skitter making the bug clones complex enough that Trickster and Genesis don't even notice she's a clone at first is super cool! Also it does drive home that she is always just covered with so many bugs and using swarm speech so much that when a version of her shows up that is completely covered in bugs and speaks fully with swarm speech it doesn't throw anyone off.

Coil had to know that Triumph was the mayor's kid. The fact that he's the one who pushed to have them attack during family dinner.

I'm really proud of Skitter for figuring it out though! I pegged him as a cape pretty much right away and was able to figure out it was Triumph not long after, but she was in the heat of the moment. Also she got the girlfriend pegged as a either Prism or Ursa while I was still uncertain if she was a cape.

Holy shit that fight was so fucking cinematic! Perfectly built for Triumph to look cool by exploding bug clones with his shouts. And with Prism splitting and combining constantly. Just fuck. I'd love to see an animation of that fight. It was super cool.

And again, Skitter got dark there. And sadly I'm worried she's gonna get darker.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Taylor Hebert #Chatterbug #Smugbug #Creepy Crawlies #Oh and they did a class presentation on how far they had gotten with their territories #And Skitter just swept the room. If Coil grades on a curve Skitter wrecked it.#Tattletale did pretty good too. Even with the curve she'd be fine.#Grue and Imp did ok. Imp did most of the work but Grue had some valid sick days.#Sundancer and Genesis did fine.#Ballistic lost major points for not knowing the names of the capes in his territory.#Trickster is literally just waiting for his team to come do the work for him. Horrible.#Regent is not doing well given he has Shatterbird.#Bitch gets a good grade on a technicality. Fucking “Nobody.” Project is going to have more strict requirements next time Coil assigns it.#Oh shit wait I don't have a name for Parian/Flechette!#Dollette? Bow and Sew? Needlework?#Hmm I think I like Needlework the most of those three. Dollette isn't bad though.#Needlework

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Hi! I heard this is the establishment if you're looking for fic recs! I was wondering if you had any werewolf recs? I don't mind if it's Harry or Draco that's a werewolf, I just love it when werewolves or especially creature politics are featured! Thanks so much in advance!

Hello! This is certainly an establishment for fic recs! I'm glad you're here and I definitely have some werewolf recs for you!

🌕 Howl for joy at tonight’s full moon because I’ve found some awesome recs for you! 🌕

Full Moon by @dracopetal (267 words, rated T)

Full Moon. Follow on from Wolf.

Far Side by @tackytigerfic (833 words, rated M)

Harry has a photograph of Draco and Scorpius on his desk at work. He says it's his favourite.

The Scent of Home by @vdoshu (1,000 words, rated T)

Years on from the war and Draco still has nightmares. Fortunately, home is never too far away.

First Kiss by @drarrily-we-row-along (1,060 words, rated T)

It wasn't that Harry personally didn't want to continue making out with people, honestly he was pretty sure that he could have been even better at it with his newly acquired senses if it weren't for the fact that everyone smelled awful.

It was really bloody annoying. The only thing more annoying was that Draco Malfoy smelled bloody fantastic.

Moon by @drarrily-we-row-along (1,279 words, rated T)

Harry closed his eyes and his chin dropped down to rest on his chest as he took a breath, “Please,” he whispered. “Draco, I can’t,” he shook his head. “I’m afraid.”

After sunlit days, one thing stays the same by flightinflame (2,057 words, rated T)

Harry wakes up sore after a full moon. Luckily, Draco is beside him, and knows how to handle it.

sink your teeth in by @softlystarstruck (3,831 words, rated E)

Harry, or the wolf, or the wolf-that-is-Harry, is possessive. But he's trying not to show it.

Draco, though? Draco wants to be wanted.

Look for Me in The Sun by @wolfpants (8,737 words, rated M)

Harry and Draco are on the run in America after a mysterious string of werewolf-like attacks in the Muggle community causes the Ministry to impose new and harsh anti-werewolf legislation. Giant trees, crashing waves, seedy motel rooms, and the long and winding coastal road awaits them, but will they ever be able to go back home?

Howl by @tackytigerfic (8,911 words, rated M)

After an encounter with a vicious werewolf, Draco Malfoy wakes in a field hospital with a mangled shoulder, a furry little problem, and an inconvenient crush on Harry Potter. Potter, meanwhile, is still trying to save the world, only this time he wants Draco right there with him while he does it. Taking part in a rebellion against a corrupt regime isn't always glamorous, but at least sometimes there are organic farmshop pastries and fancy hotel bedsheets. Just don't ask about that smell of burning.

The One You Feed by @sweet-s0rr0w (10,375 words, rated T)

Draco's been a werewolf for almost twenty years now, and he's an expert in helping new werewolves adapt to the change. He's seen it all before - or so he thinks, until his newest client, a recently turned Harry Potter, arrives on his doorstep.

Over the Moon by kasena and @veryspacecowboy (14,783 words, rated E)

Harry and Draco are Auror partners when Draco is bitten by a werewolf and flees. Now on the run, Harry must convince him to come back.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (15,192 words, rated M)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

Human by @ghaniblue (27,700 words, rated E)

(Official Summary) Harry isn't dealing well with being bitten and turned into a werewolf. Draco isn't dealing well with Harry packing up and leaving like a thief in the night. Things come to a head in a forest cabin in the German Ore Mountains.

(Unofficial Summary) An annoying posh wanker is stuck in a forest cabin for a month with the most frustrating, taciturn prat on the planet. The prat is a werewolf who ran away from home. The wanker desperately wants to make Little Red Riding Hood jokes. They are in love.

Names for a House by @teledild0nix (45,556 words, rated E)

Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry is a wildly successful wizarding novelist and his godson, budding werewolf Teddy Lupin is about to start at Hogwarts. Teddy comes to live with Harry at Grimmauld Place, but after a boggart attacks Teddy in the house, Harry hires a cursebreaker to help with the decontamination of it. When the cursebreaker turns out to be Draco Malfoy, is there too much bad blood between Harry and Draco for them to be able to work together, even to keep the one person they most care about safe?

all the western stars by @oflights (78,342 words, rated E)

Draco is a Seer who has been struck with terrible, uncontrollable visions of the deaths of everyone around him, triggered by touch. He retreats to an Unplottable Black family cottage to research his condition and fix it. Things are going relatively well until Harry Potter shows up at the cottage with a furry condition of his own.

The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound (81,255 words, rated E)

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (99,714 words, rated E)

Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (109,767 words, rated T)

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town.

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Don't smile at me like that

Knights of Favonious! reader trying to keep calm when everyone's been saved. Everyone will be alive, right?

tw: //blood, injuries and death.

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Mondstadt had mostly been a quite town with people living freely. Or just as they say. It's the city of freedom! Everyone doing their own thing. But gathering together as one nation.

It had also seen it's fair share of crimes. Mostly petty thefts or some brute force here and there. But what it hadn't been subjected to was an attack. A brutal violent attack ordered by the abyss. After taking control of Divalian had failed. They struck the heart of Mondstadt. It's city. Everyone had been instructed to stay in their homes. While the Knights fought endlessly for their freedom.

After days of going on, After days of madness, After days of shedding blood. It seemed to stop. Thank the lord barbatos. He seemed to listened to his people and helped them.

Everyone sighed a breath of relief. In the headquarters right after the war. The soliders were tended to. Most of them had small cuts and maybe a broken rib or two. The Captains along with mondstadt's dark Knight, Diluc gathered in the Acting grand master Jean's room.

Everyone sighed a breath of gratefulness. Finally, The city was okay. None of the citizens were harmed. None of the Knights actually lost their life. Right?

One captain sat there awfully quite. Y/n known for taking jabs at Kaeya. Known for outwardly expressing what must've been going was quite. Everyone was lost in thought as to how to proceed with the meeting.

Jean finally broke the silence. "I'm really glad to have to you captains well and alive. I should've been more sharp. I will assure this won't happen again. Not now. Not ever." The Captains nodded. Feeling hopeful.

"Y/n and Kaeya. Please stay back later so that we can discuss further strategies as to how to protect the city." Said Jean looking at the two. One nodded and the other didn't seem to catch it. Kaeya looks to his side and to his horror, He sees you gripping your torso.

"Y/n? Hey. Look at me." He said while trying to pry your hands away to check what was wrong. A gaint hole. A deep one. Just enough for them to bleed through your uniform. Just enough for you to lose your life if not treated in time.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?! God, you're so fucking dumb. Why?" He yelled. The other captains rushing to your side. Jean was frantically trying to heal you Lisa and Kaeya held on to the hope to see you well and cheery again.

while you could only look at them and smile as you tasted iron in your mouth. Ah the bitter taste. "Please take care of my Dogs. And take care of yourselves too." Maybe today my whole facade of having my life together would shatter.

"Don't you dare smile at me like that. Don't you smile like it's your last day here. Don't look at us like that!" Lisa was starting to cry. Just when everything was going alright. They were gonna lose their morale. Their moodmaker in the knights' family.

"Did you get hurt when protecting me from that one abyss mage? I told you I could've taken care of him?! Archons, if only you could've listened to me!" Kaeya's yelling was loud and frantic. What was he supposed to do? Another person who was important just walking away from his life.

"I can't let someone i love die, Kaeya. I must say, having you all here with me when I'm gonna go is quite endearing no?" you chuckled. Of course, Trying to lighten the mood. But it didn't worked. Not right now.

"Please tell me you love me when you're all well. Please tell us you love us when you're back again. Don't say it right now. Just rest." Kaeya sighed. His hands clasped with yours.

"Jean, Please. Anything. I'll assist you. Just hurry up. I can't bear to watch that smile on their face." Lisa sits down next to Jean trying to look up spells which would be useful right now. By the looks of it, There's a hole in their torso. One which looks like it's been shot by an from an abyss mage icicle.

"Y/n. You should've said something earlier. We would've assisted you way longer. The thought of not having you and venti fighting in my Tavern does make my heart shatter." Diluc spoke with having doubts in his mind. Was this another hard goodbye he'd have to say? He practically grew up with you. You were like another sibling to him. After Crepus's death, He saw how Kaeya would open up to you. His eyes softening whenever you're around.

You'd only have positive effects with the people around you. Now you were coughing blood in agony while brushing off the pain.

"My my. I never expected Luc to say such touching words. How has he changed from that little boy huh?" The pain was getting to you now. It was hard to focus your sights on one thing. It was hard to just look at Kaeya. Somehow your heart felt more pain. It was like being torn apart.

"Luc. I think you'd love my very own pen collection. It's yours. Maybe write me cute letters. Haha. Jean. You can have, well you can have my clothes. I don't have use for those outfits anyways. They'd look pretty cute on you, don't you think? Lisa. I'd like to give you my books. Yes. The ones you begged for me to give you. They're yours. And Kaeya You can have my necklace. Open it when I'm not around. I'm sure you'll find it lovely? i don't know. I feel like you guys would like my things. Of course you can throw them out. It's up to you guys." After finishing what you had to say. It seems like you were in the middle of a group hug. Everyone there was clinging on the hope of you. Sobbing. But it was you crying. Hot tears rushed down and somehow everything felt real right now. Everything was about to be gone.

"H-hey Kaeya. Did I ever tell you I- I loved you so much? I think I'm a fool to not tell you that enough. I love you with all my heart and soul. I wish I could've been around longer to get married to you. I love you Kaeya. So much. I love you guys too. Luc, Jean and Lisa. You guys were very colourful. I couldn't thank you more." Their faces were blurry now. You couldn't seem to hear them at all. Not when Kaeya was crying and cupping your face. Not when Diluc was trying to calm everyone. You couldnt hear them.

"I can't hear anyone but i hope you're not taking jabs at me yeah? Let a dying person die with praises no?" A laugh escaped your lips. That seemed to be the last of it.

"Wake up, dear! Come on. You promised a future with me only to leave me here? That's cruel of you. Wake up, Please?" Kaeya muffled sobs against their body proved useless. He couldn't hear a heartbeat. Seems as if they had actually passed.

"That's enough Kaeya. Don't.. I- I don't know what to say I'm sorry." Diluc was staring at the ceiling trying to contain his tears. He mustn't let the others know. He should stay strong.

"Jean. Why isn't Y/n talking? Please. Say Anything. Something. Talk about how annoying i am as a librarian. Just anything goddamn it?!" Lisa doesn't seem to be accept it either.

"I'm sorry. I could only watch your glory. I wish I could've done more for you." Jean held their hand.

Everyone was alright except for the fact that they had to let go of something so important that it almost made them lose sight of the gathering. It was almost a silent agreement to hunt down the mages which did this to you and later kill it with their bare hands.

Even after years, Everyone seemed to honour Y/n's wish for them to keep their things.

Diluc kept a ridiculously large collection of pens in his room and in the Tavern. He wouldn't walk out of his house without a pen in his coat. Always carrying a part of his sibling from another family. He'd also right cute letters with the assistance of venti and send them to your address. Although no one read them. Or so he thought.

Lisa read the books they left over and over again. Looking the cute doodles. Smiling to herself. The first thing she saw was "To Lisa." She knew you were gonna gift her these regardless. Every year, she'd go to their grave and read a chapter from the book. Like a bonding time of sorts. Something that won't happen anymore.

Jean couldn't bring herself to wear their clothes. The only thing she tried on was a scarf. A scarf they knit for her. The only one she thought she was worthy of wearing. Ah it looks cute. Just like they said. Only if they were around to make her more clothes.

Kaeya opened the necklace after a year of getting it. He broke down that day. It had a picture of kaeya and his beloved. Smiling. Kissing. Being in love. Something he wouldn't ever have. Something he'll never have again. After cleaning their home, He found a letter. A letter addressed to him. It was simply filled with sweet nothing's. Just saying how much they loved him. He infact found a whole box of it. He could sit and hug the box hoping for some comfort but instead got his heart broken.

The letters Diluc sent were also read by him. He could only read so much until he stopped. He just stopped reading them. He just put them in the back of his memories. Occasionally remembering about them and going to your grave to profess his love for the hundredth time in a month.

"I wish you didn't smile at me like that when you said i love you." He said while looking down at their grave. His first love would be his last.

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