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amalythea · 1 month

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「 hold my hand, please, one last time.」

⤷ info: kazuha, albedo, aether, xiao, wanderer x gn!reader || angst, this is based on the prompt “can i hold your hand?” (or “can you hold my hand?”) || wc: 3104

⤷ warnings: death, this is v v angsty

⤷ extra: i wrote this a while ago back on soleillunne and decided that it was too good to be gone forever lmao

kazuha.

The battlefield was strewn with chaos, and amidst the clash of swords and the cries of war, Kazuha fought with all his might, his heart burdened with the weight of the lives at stake. He had hoped that his skills with the blade and mastery of the Anemo vision would be enough to protect those he held dear, but fate had other plans.

As the battle raged on, he caught a glimpse of his lover, a skilled warrior whose presence had always brought him comfort and strength, you. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that exchange, you understood each other without uttering a word. It was a silent promise that you would find each other amidst the chaos.

But the tide turned against you, and the enemy’s forces seemed endless. Despite your best efforts, the defenders were overwhelmed, and Kazuha found himself standing back-to-back with you, defending against the onslaught.

In the midst of the chaos, an arrow found its mark. Time seemed to slow as the arrow pierced through your chest, and the world around you faded into the background. Kazuha’s heart clenched in horror as he caught you, your strength waning with each passing moment.

“Kazuha,” you gasped, blood staining your lips. “Can I hold your hand?”

Tears welled up in Kazuha’s eyes as he clutched your hand tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort amidst the pain. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice trembling with grief.

Your hand trembled in his grasp, and Kazuha could feel your life slipping away like sand through his fingers. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the light in your eyes began to fade. You smiled weakly at him, a bittersweet expression filled with love and regret.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sounds of battle. “I wish… we had more time.”

“Don’t speak like that,” Kazuha pleaded, his voice breaking. “We’ll get through this. I won’t let you go.”

But you knew better, and as your strength waned, you continued to smile at him, your touch growing weaker by the second.

“I love you,” you murmured, your breath becoming shallow. “Always…”

Tears streamed down Kazuha’s cheeks as he held you close, trying to shield you from the harsh reality of the world around you. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the events that led to this tragic moment, but life was unforgiving in its cruelty.

Your hand in his grew colder, and your breathing ceased. Your life force, once vibrant and strong, slipped away, leaving behind only a lifeless body in Kazuha’s arms.

Kazuha held your hand tightly, unable to let go, as if keeping that connection alive could somehow bring you back. He cried out in anguish, the weight of grief crashing down upon him like an unforgiving storm.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Kazuha felt an emptiness he had never known before. He had lost not only a lover but a confidant, a soulmate with whom he had shared dreams, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

And as the battle raged on, Kazuha clung to your lifeless hand, lost in sorrow, with a heart that would forever bear the burden of their memory.

albedo.

Albedo’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his you in his arms. He was just about to descend from his lab on Dragonspine to meet up with you as he promised, only to see you laying on your own blood at the bottom of the mountain. He had seen you only hours prior, he’d laughed with you, but now, all that remained was a sea of sorrow, the bitter taste of loss overwhelming his senses.

He looked down at the face that he had cherished so dearly, now drained of all warmth and life. Your eyes, once filled with light and love, now stared back at him with a haunting emptiness. Albedo’s hands trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.

“Can you hold my hand?” a weak voice whispered, barely audible amidst the sounds of grief and despair that surrounded them. Albedo’s heart wrenched at the sound, and he quickly took your freezing hand into his own.

Tears streamed down Albedo’s cheeks as he clutched your hand tightly. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice breaking with pain. “I’ll hold your hand for as long as you need, my love.”

He brought your intertwined hands to his lips and placed a tender kiss on the once-warm skin, now cold and lifeless. Memories of your time together flooded his mind – the laughter you shared, the dreams you nurtured, and the love you built with each passing day. Now, all that was left were shattered hopes and dreams.

“I’m so sorry,” Albedo whispered, his voice filled with regret and guilt. “I couldn’t protect you. I failed.”

You weakly shook your head, mustering a faint smile. “No, don’t blame yourself,” you managed to say. “You… you brought me so much happiness, Albedo. Please, don’t forget that.”

Albedo’s heart ached at the words, realizing that he had to find the strength to carry on without you. But it felt like an impossible task, as if the very essence of his being had been torn apart.

“I don’t know if I can,” he confessed, his voice trembling with sorrow. “You’re my everything.”

You fingers tightened around his hand as if trying to hold on just a little longer. “You’re strong, Albedo. Stronger than you know,” you said, your voice barely audible. “Promise me… you’ll keep going… for both of us.”

Albedo nodded, his tears falling freely now. “I promise,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ll live for the both of us. But it won’t be the same without you.”

Your breaths became shallower, and Albedo knew that your life was slipping away. He leaned closer, trying to memorize every detail of your face, never wanting to forget.

“I love you,” you whispered, your words fading like a gentle breeze. “Always.”

“I love you too,” Albedo replied, his voice choked with emotion. “Always and forever.”

And with those final words, your grip on his hand slowly weakened until it was gone completely. Albedo held onto your hand a moment longer, pressing it against his heart as if trying to keep your love alive within him.

As grief consumed him, Albedo felt a mix of emotions. Sorrow, anger, and a deep longing to see his lover again, even if it were just for a moment. But he knew he had to continue, to honor your memory and the love you shared.

Albedo gently laid your body down, closing your eyes with tender care. He stood, feeling the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders, but also the weight of your love, and your belief in him, pushing him forward. Though his heart was shattered, he would carry your love with him, always.

And as he walked away from that place of sorrow, he knew that the pain would remain, but so would the memories of a love that would never truly fade away.

aether.

Aether’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his dying lover in his arms. The battlefield around them had turned into a chaotic canvas of destruction, but his attention was solely focused on the person he held dear. You were slipping away, and he could feel your life force fading like a waning star.

“Can you hold my hand?” you whispered, your voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of war. Aether’s eyes filled with tears, and he gently clasped your frail hand in his own, interlocking your fingers. His touch was warm, providing a sense of comfort amidst the pain.

“I’m here,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I won’t let go.”

Your breathing was shallow, and your once-bright eyes were now dim, but you managed a faint smile. It was a bittersweet expression, as if you were trying to convey so much in that fleeting moment. Memories of you flooded Aether’s mind, from the first time you met under the starlit sky to the promises you made to each other.

“You have to promise me,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “that you’ll keep going. That you’ll find happiness again.”

Aether couldn’t find the strength to respond, his throat constricted with grief. He knew that in a world without his lover, life would lose its luster, its purpose. But he understood that you were trying to ease his pain, even in your last breaths.

“No,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I can’t bear to live without you. Please don’t leave. Not you too.”

You smiled again, a mixture of sadness and love in your eyes. “You are strong, Aether, and you will find the strength to carry on. I will always be with you.”

Aether’s heartache intensified, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. He wished he could freeze time, to hold you forever, but he knew it was slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.

“I love you,” you said, their voice fading into a whisper.

“And I love you,” Aether replied, his voice breaking.

Your grip on his hand loosened, and Aether felt the last pulse of life slip away from you. He held onto your hand a moment longer, not wanting to let go, but eventually, he lowered it gently to your chest.

In that moment, as the world around him continued to rage with chaos, Aether felt an overwhelming emptiness inside. His lover was gone, and the pain of your absence consumed him. But he knew he had to honor your last wish—to find a way to live without you, to keep your love alive in his heart.

With tears in his eyes, Aether kissed your forehead one last time before he stood, facing the uncertain future that lay ahead. Your love would forever be his guiding light, and he would cherish every memory, every moment you had shared.

And as the battles raged on and the world continued to turn, Aether vowed to carry your love with him, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. Though your physical presence was gone, your love would endure, a reminder that even in the face of loss, the power of love could transcend beyond the boundaries of life and death.

heizou.

Heizou knelt on the cold, damp ground, cradling your cold body in his arms. He had just returned home from work, when the last thing he expected to see was see you laying on your own blood in your shared home. He held you closer, your blood staining his hands, mingling with his own tears. His heart felt as though it had been torn apart, and the pain was almost unbearable.

The world seemed to slow down as Heizou stared into the fading eyes of his beloved. Each second felt like an eternity, and yet, it was slipping away all too quickly. He could see the struggle in your gaze, the effort it took to speak those final words.

“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered, your voice getting lower with each word.

Tears streamed down Heizou’s face, and he gently clasped your trembling hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. He felt your warmth slowly waning, and he held on tighter, as if he could somehow will life back into you with the strength of his grip.

“You don’t have to ask,” Heizou choked out, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll hold your hand forever.”

You managed a faint smile, your strength visibly waning. “I… I love you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” Heizou replied, his voice trembling. “You’re my everything, my reason for living.”

As the commotion outside your shared home began to get louder, the people having noticed the blood stains, Heizou’s focus remained solely on you. The world outside ceased to exist for him, and he poured all his love and energy into holding you, trying to be your anchor in this storm of pain and suffering.

In your last moments, you clung to each other tightly, as if afraid to let go. Heizou’s heart ached as he felt your life slipping away from him, the person who meant more to him than anything else in the world. He wished he could have done something, anything, to save you.

But in the end, all he could do was be there, holding your hand, providing them with comfort in their final moments. Heizou would carry the weight of this loss forever, the memories of you etched into his soul.

Even as people left you two alone and the world moved on, Heizou remained on that cold, damp ground, cradling the body of the one he had loved and lost, his heart forever scarred by the pain of that fateful day.

xiao.

Xiao knelt on the damp ground, his heart pounding with anguish as he cradled your shaking form in his arms. The battlefield around you was silent, the chaos of the battle having retreated, leaving behind only the echoes of suffering and loss.

Your once bright eyes, now dulled by death, stared up at him, and Xiao couldn’t bear to look away. Your hands, once intertwined in a promise of eternity, now lay limp and still. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Can you hold my hand?” your voice was a faint whisper, barely audible amidst the devastation surrounding them.

Xiao’s heart shattered at those words, but he gently took your hand in his own, holding it with all the tenderness and love he had for you. “I will always hold your hand,” he choked out, his voice breaking with grief.

You managed a weak smile, the corners of your lips lifting slightly. “Even in death,” you murmured, your voice barely reaching Xiao’s ears.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, my love,” Xiao vowed, his fingers trembling as he clung tightly to the hand that was growing colder by the second. “Even to the ends of this cruel world.”

Your breathing grew fainter, and your grip on his hand loosened. Xiao felt his heartache intensify, knowing that he couldn’t change the cruel fate that had befallen you.

“Thank you… for loving me,” you whispered, your voice a mere thread of sound.

“Thank you for making my life meaningful,” Xiao replied, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m grateful for every moment we shared.”

Your eyes locked for a final time, and in that fleeting moment, a lifetime of love and memories passed between you. Xiao wished he could freeze time, to hold on to this moment forever, but life had other plans.

As the last breath left your lips, Xiao leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Rest now,” he whispered, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll carry you in my heart. Until we meet again.”

He remained there, holding your lifeless hand, as tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the blood-stained soil beneath you. Xiao knew that a part of him had died that day with his beloved, but he also knew that your love would live on, eternal and undying, no matter the circumstances.

wanderer.

Wanderer knelt on the ground, his heart pounding in his chest as he cradled you in his arms. The world around you seemed to blur, the noise of battle fading into an eerie silence. The battle had been brutal, and he had fought with all his might to protect the one he loved, but fate had dealt them a cruel hand.

Your once vibrant eyes now glistened with pain, and a weak smile graced your lips. Blood stained your clothing, and Wanderer could feel your life slipping away.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t have much time, do I?”

Wanderer choked back a sob, clutching your body tightly. “Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. We’ll get you help.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, but it quickly turned into a cough. “You can’t lie to me, my love.” you managed to say, your breath shallow.

Tears finally streamed down Wanderer’s face as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry if I didn’t say it often. I can’t bear to lose you.”

You trembled in his grasp, and gazed into his eyes with a mixture of love and sadness. “Can I hold your hand?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

Wanderer nodded frantically, intertwining his fingers with yours. He held your hand close to his heart, hoping that somehow he could transfer strength to you.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, tears pooling in your eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and full of affection, reserved only for you. “You won’t have to. Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll get you help. We’ll face this together.”

Your grip tightened weakly on his hand. “You’re my light, my love, my everything,” you murmured. “You always have been. Promise me you’ll keep shining, even when I’m gone.”

Wanderer could feel whatever was left of his heart shatter with your words. “I promise,” he choked out. “But you can’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.”

Your breathing grew shallower, and your voice became softer. “You’re strong, my love,” you said. “You’ll find a way. Remember me, but don’t let my memory hold you back. Live your life to the fullest. Find happiness again.”

“I can’t imagine life without you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “How am I supposed to go on?”

Your only response was a brief smile, and he squeezed your cold hand tightly. “I’ll never let go,” he vowed. “Not even when you’re gone.”

Your breathing slowed, and your eyes locked with his one last time. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice fading away.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice cracking.

And then, with your hand still clasped in his, you were gone.

Wanderer held your lifeless form closer, his tears falling like rain. He knew that life would never be the same again, that a piece of his heart had been taken with you. But he also knew that he had to keep the promise he made. With a heavy heart, he stood, carrying your memory with him as he faced the world without you, knowing that he would always carry your love and light with him.

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 3 months

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'Fragments Of A Broken Heart'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfApollo!Reader

WARNINGS!!:Angst,mentions of death,actual death,sad ending,r!dies.

Basically reader dies during the battle of Manhattan and Clarisse tries - but can't cope with it.

A/N:For the record,Idk what gave me the impression I can write angst but here we are.Another quick drabble for you <3

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting warm hues across Camp Half-Blood as Clarisse La Rue and you,a daughter of Apollo, strolled hand in hand. The air was filled with the joyous laughter of demigods and the distant sounds of swordplay. The serene moment was a rare refuge from the constant battles and impending prophecies.

As you and Clarisse enjoyed a quiet spot near the edge of the camp, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that belied the turmoil within the hearts of the campers. Little did you both know that this tranquility was but a fleeting respite before the storm.

Days later, the foreboding shadows of war darkened the camp. The Battle of Manhattan loomed,and demigods prepared for the ultimate clash against the forces of darkness.You and Clarisse stood side by side, determined to face whatever came your way.

The battle raged on, and the clash of celestial bronze echoed through the streets. Clarisse fought with the fierce strength bestowed upon her by Ares, while you,guided by Apollo's grace,wielded your weapons with a precision that spoke of years of training.

In the midst of the chaos,you and Clarisse briefly locked eyes,a silent promise passing between you.Little did either of you know that it would be a promise that fate had no intention of keeping.

As the battle reached its climax,a monstrous force emerged, threatening to overwhelm the demigods. The odds seemed insurmountable, and yet the campers fought with a tenacity borne of desperation and hope.

Then, as the tide of battle shifted, Clarisse's heart sank. A gut-wrenching scream pierced the air, cutting through the chaos. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw Percy and Annabeth cradling your lifeless form, the color drained from your face.

Time seemed to freeze as Clarisse sprinted towards the scene, her mind unable to comprehend the devastation before her. A wave of disbelief crashed over her, the battlefield turning into a surreal nightmare. Her steps grew heavier with every stride, the weight of impending grief settling upon her shoulders.

Percy and Annabeth looked up, their eyes filled with sorrow, and Clarisse's heart shattered into a million pieces.The world blurred as she dropped to her knees beside you, her hands trembling as they reached out to touch your cold skin. The reality of your absence washed over her like a relentless storm, leaving her breathless.

She wanted to scream,to deny the cruel fate that had torn you away from her.Tears welled up in Clarisse's eyes as she clung to the hope that this was just a nightmare,that she would wake up to find you safe and sound.But the battlefield remained, stained with the echoes of a battle won at a devastating cost.

Clarisse's grief erupted into anguished wails, her cries blending with the cacophony of the battlefield.The demigods around her paused in their mourning to acknowledge the loss, the weight of the tragedy sinking deep into their souls.

As the camp eventually celebrated their hard-fought victory,Clarisse remained at your side, a broken and inconsolable figure. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, and the world around her blurred as grief threatened to drown her.

In the days that followed, Clarisse became a mere shadow of her former self. The once indomitable warrior now struggled to find purpose without you by her side. The camp, sensing her anguish, gave her space, allowing her to grieve in solitude.

As the days turned to weeks and weeks turned into months, Clarisse struggled to find a new normal.The wound remained open,a constant reminder of what she had lost.

One night, as the sun dipped below the horizon,Clarisse found herself in front of your grave.She clutched a pendant you had given her, a small token of your love, as if it could somehow bridge the gap between the living and the departed.

Clarisse stood in front of the weathered headstone, her gaze fixed on the etched words that spelled out a name she never thought she'd see on a gravestone - Y/N.The air was heavy with the weight of sorrow as she traced the letters with her fingertips, a desperate attempt to connect with the reality she wished was just a cruel nightmare.

"You always had this knack for getting under my skin, always pushing my buttons," Clarisse muttered, her voice barely audible above the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. "But damn it, you made me feel things I never thought I could." she traced her fingers along the name etched onto the grave,before speaking again.

"I miss you so damn much," she whispered, her voice barely audible.The weight of your absence pressed on her chest, and she longed to hear your voice, to feel your touch one more time.

In the quiet moments of solitude, Clarisse clung to the memories of your laughter, your touch, and the warmth of your love. The absence of your presence gnawed at her, a relentless ache that refused to be quelled.Nights became an unending stream of sleepless torment as she replayed the haunting image of your lifeless body over and over.

"I wanted to run to you, to scream your name, but the chaos of battle held me back. And then, just like that, you were gone," Clarisse's voice wavered, a sob escaping her lips. "I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye."

"...I can't do this without you,I can't," she whispered into the void, her voice a raw plea to the cosmos. The stars remained silent witnesses to her grief, offering no solace.

"I should've protected you. It's my fault," she whispered to the night sky, her words carried away by the wind.The guilt gnawed at her, consuming her from the inside. The realization that she couldn't save you haunted her every waking moment.Clarisse's once fiery spirit flickered like a dying flame.The camp, once vibrant with life, now bore the scars of a battle that extended beyond the physical realm.

"I miss you every damn day. I miss your annoying jokes, your stubbornness, and even your infuriating smiles. I miss the warmth of your presence, the way you made me feel alive," she admitted, her voice cracking.

In that moment of vulnerability, surrounded by the echoes of your love, Clarisse allowed herself to break. The raw anguish within her spilled out in heart-wrenching sobs, each cry carrying the weight of a love lost and a future stolen.

"...Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to go and leave me behind?" she cried out, the anguish in her voice echoing through the empty graveyard.

But she was always wondering a single thinf:Were you watching over her?

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mako-neexu · 18 days

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the way it gets reiterated more than once kills me. marie alter said it. dantes said it. that guda has earned that right to rage and become flame, they have earned the right to be angry at the world for having lost so much from their hands, having been forced to let go as pain has constantly tormented their heart time and time again.

howl, scream, cry in anguish, you with a bleeding heart, you who has constantly strived to move forward without stopping even as you are inevitably deprived of those you love- thats why you must know revenge. you must know how good it feels to strike back even if it will not bring back those you love. in this bloody path set on fire, you could wish for it. you can wish for it. for the world to simply be set ablaze for the pain it has caused you. for the world to know how it feels to be robbed of everything, you who once was an innocent soul now with hands stained blood red. from the depths of despair and grief, you have earned that right for revenge. so set yourself alight and bring forth destruction in your wake. in place of the pain, the anguish, the numbness of it all, (the uselessness of it all), you will know pleasure derived from carnage. you could become one of us. you can become one of us as flames that burn so fiercely just as we loved so passionately. in tasting the sweetness and pleasure of heaven while belonging to hell, you can easily strike down gods with it, you can easily overtake the world and break it if you so wish. that is why you can become one of us. the greatest and last of us as gods of revenge where no one shall refute your hate, your sorrow, your revenge, your love and pain in this bleached earth. where, should the heavens shun you and never forgive you, we will be the one to forgive ourselves.

of course. you won't do it. you don't have that capacity to burn in rage forever. because despite it all, you remember those cherished memories with the bonds that have pulled you up again and again. you remember the people that's made you happy, you remember those that have pushed your back to reach what you've always longed for. you remember seeing that blue sky with the person closest to you. you who burn so much brighter, far more dazzlingly than flame. you, o radiant star, who chooses to love time and time again, you who fights to simply live, to move forward just like you've always done. just like youve always wanted as a feeling that will never change.

#yeah this is an excuse to plug my favorite guda fanart so far #fgo #fate grand order #ugh the coloring is just so good im in awe #fujimaru ritsuka #guda #gudako

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houseofache · 9 months

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there is something so heartbreaking in the way vessel sings, “there is always something in the way, i want to have you to myself for once” in vore.

the cadence is so forlorn, exhausted of the barriers that have made it impossible to connect with this other person, and the melody dramatically adds to it. the way the track falls away from the screaming vocals, breaking into staccatos of piano and guitar, and gives way to the song’s thesis— frustration in not having enough of a person and the all-consuming nature of being isolated in love. it’s absolutely phenomenal and heartbreaking.

the song feels like submitting to the grief of being lonely in love and all of the anger, heartache, and anguish that goes with it.

it’s a fantastic portrayal of what it feels like to love someone who is unable to receive and/or reciprocate the love that you have for them and i believe that the line, “i want to have you to myself for once” encapsulates it perfectly. wanting someone you love to yourself— untethered from what encumbers them in this life— so that you may finally connect with them is a sorrow many are severely familiar with. it is aching and rage-inducing enough to make someone scream from the frustration and pain they feel.

the song makes it a point to highlight that pain in a single, cutting question: are you in pain like i am?

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xiaosonlybeloved · 1 year

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Regret, Guilt and Anguish- Zhongli

Sequel to 'Of Flowers and Death'

featuring:- Zhongli, sister!Ei, reader [name] warnings:- angst, hurt no comfort, a few slaps from Ei to Zhongli a/n:- This was a request from an anon, so nonnie, I hope you like it!

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“Chirp, chirp, chirp!” Birds flaw about happily as Zhongli walked down a familiar path, heart clenching as he looked at one of the houses. The guilt and grief he felt was immeasurable, to the point he hadn’t even protested when the Traveler set off to Sumeru, merely wishing for her safety and success. Why? Why did you have to die? He had barely recovered from Guizhong’s death with your help, before you too left him, shattering him into pieces all over again. And who would help him to rise from this night again?

His attention was drawn to a bird chirping angrily at the footstep of a house that was starting to look old . That bird was an exotic bird, imbued with electro, carrying a roll of paper with it. He walked over to it and bent down to take the paper, seeing that the recipient of those letters would not open the door ever again. His eyes widened as he went through the contents of the letter sent by Ei.

“Dear [name],

Did you safely reach Liyue? Why have you not been responding lately? Are you that busy? [Name], I’m getting worried. Please, send me a letter soon, even if it has just a few words. I won’t mind. Just let me know that you’re alright, and I’ll leave you in peace for a while. I am anxiously waiting for your letter, so please don’t forget.

With love,

Raiden Ei."

Zhongli’s breath hitched as he dropped the paper. He’d been so absorbed in himself that he completely forgot about your sister. How… how would he tell Ei that her dear sister would never reply to one of her letters again? It would be most rude and cold to merely inform Ei about your passing through a letter. Perhaps he should go to Inazuma himself to tell her, now that the Sakoku Decree had been lifted a few months ago.

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“What…” The violet-eyed female in front of him whispered, staring at him like he had grown two heads. She shook her head. “This is a joke, right? You’re just joking. Last I’d seen her a few weeks ago, and she was well and healthy. There’s no way she could be- be-” Her voice cracked at the end, unable to see it. Zhongli, or Morax, didn’t respond, he merely stared at the floor in regret. Anything he said now would trigger Ei, send her off the edge. She didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve this.

“Morax?” She murmured in a voice less than a whisper. “Is… is it really true?” Zhongli had told Ei all the details about your end, omitting a few things at the end though. Now he responded only with a nod, unable to talk due to the choking feel in his throat. (dw he wont get hanahaki he has to live to suffer). A multitude of emotions could be seen swirling in Ei’s eyes- grief, sorrow, anger, rage, disbelief, fear; it was all there. Staring at him with wide, shell-shocked eyes, she slowly collapsed to her knees, staring blankly forward, ears ringing in the silence. First Kitsune Saiguu, then Makoto, and now [name] too? You had been so full of life the last time Ei saw you. But now… She was all alone. How did she not even know about your hanahaki? Why did you hide it from her, making her believe everything was great? What was the point of her pursuing eternity, if she couldn’t even protect the ones she loved?

A loud sound echoed throughout the room. ‘Slap!’ Ei had unsteadily gotten to her feet, and landed a harsh blow across Morax’s face. ‘Slap!’ Another. She didn’t care that he was older and more powerful than her. What she cared about was that he was the reason you were dead. Another slap echoed throughout the room, and another. Ei didn’t stop. He was the reason her sister was dead, and Ei was releasing all of her fury and grief on Morax, and he… He silently stood there with his head bowed, silently accepting all the sharp blows that made his jaw ache. Because her anger towards him was completely justified- it was all his fault.

He had to go back to Liyue with a heavy heart. And he knew, he knew that he would never recover from this.

I'm sorry, this was really short but the idea has been living in my head since the time you sent in the ask, i hope you liked it!

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vilentia · 10 months

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How the Stranger Things boys would react…

... if their girlfriend sacrificed herself to save the group.

Steve Harrington

Steve's world crumbles before his eyes as he witnesses your selfless sacrifice. A gut-wrenching scream escapes his lips, echoing through the darkness. His heart pounds in his chest, consumed by a devastating mix of grief and despair. Tears cascade down his face uncontrollably, as if the weight of his anguish is too much to bear. He clutches his chest, feeling a searing pain in his soul, as the realization sinks in that he has lost the love of his life. Every breath he takes feels like a painful reminder of your absence, and he crumbles to the ground, shattered and inconsolable, whispering your name through trembling lips.

Billy Hargrove

A tortured cry escapes Billy's lips as he witnesses your sacrifice, his heart torn apart in an instant. The anguish in his eyes is palpable as tears stream down his face, mixing with the sweat of desperation. His body trembles with an uncontrollable mix of rage and sorrow, his hands clenched into fists. The realization of losing you, the one person who made him feel alive, is a torment that rips through him mercilessly. He falls to his knees, the weight of his loss too heavy to bear, as he lets out a broken sob, cursing the world for taking away the only love he ever truly knew.

Jonathan Byers

Jonathan's world collapses into darkness as he witnesses your selfless act of sacrifice. Agonized screams escape his lips, carrying the weight of a love that has been torn from him too soon. Tears stream down his face, each droplet a testament to the shattered dreams and shared moments that will never be again. The pain in his chest is suffocating, his heart aching with a profound emptiness. He crumples to the ground, his body wracked with sobs that seem to tear through his very being. In that moment, he is consumed by a deep despair, forever haunted by the memory of your sacrifice.

Eddie Munson

Eddie's world collapses around him as he witnesses your selfless sacrifice. A guttural cry of anguish escapes his lips, echoing through the air. Tears flood his eyes, blurring his vision, as he cradles his heart, unable to comprehend the magnitude of his loss. The pain that grips him is like a vice, squeezing the breath out of his lungs. He collapses to the ground, his body wracked with tremors, as he clings desperately to the remnants of your love. Every fiber of his being aches for your presence, and he cries out your name in a plea for the universe to bring you back.

Argyle

Anguish engulfs Argyle's carefree spirit as he witnesses your sacrifice. A strangled gasp escapes his lips, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Tears stream down his face, each one a testament to the pain that grips his soul. The weight of his sorrow is suffocating, his heart heavy with an indescribable anguish. He falls to his knees, his body trembling with grief, as he clings to the memory of your love. In that moment, the world loses its colors, and he finds himself trapped in a dark, desolate existence, forever haunted by the love he lost.

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kckt88 · 21 days

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The Lost Dragon XVI - Hēnkirī hae mēre

Summary:

Aemond comes to terms with recent events.

Warning(s): Upset, Body Issues, Angst, Fluff, Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - Kissing, Oral Sex, P in V.

Hēnkirī hae mēre - Togather as one.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: - 4068

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond stood in front of the funeral pyre, his heart heavy with grief, his soul shattered into a million pieces. His once proud posture was slumped, his shoulders weighed down by the unbearable burden of loss. He looked a mess, his silver hair dishevelled and unkempt, his eye bloodshot and hollow from sleepless nights spent mourning the woman he loved.

The flames of the pyre crackled and danced before him, casting an eerie glow upon his pale, haggard face. He hadn't slept since Vaelys died, the pain of her absence like a dagger twisting in his heart with every passing moment. He felt completely lost without her, adrift in a sea of sorrow and despair.

As he watched the flames consume Vaelys' mortal remains, Aemond felt a searing pain deep within his soul. He wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of her untimely death, but his voice was lost in the howling wind that whipped around him, carrying his anguish into the night.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind—their laughter, their love, their shared dreams of a future filled with hope and promise. But now, all of that was gone, reduced to nothing but ashes and dust.

Every moment he had spent with Vaelys haunted him now, each memory tainted by the knowledge that his actions had led to her demise. He couldn't bear the thought of a life without her, of facing each day knowing that he was responsible for her death.

As the flames consumed her, Aemond bowed his head in shame, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He had failed her, failed to protect her, and now she was gone, lost to him forever.

In the wake of Vaelys' death, Aemond retreated into darkness, consumed by grief and guilt. He shut himself away from the world, refusing to eat, refusing to speak to anyone. The light seemed to have been extinguished from his life, leaving nothing but an endless void of emptiness and despair.

Days turned into weeks, and still Aemond remained lost in his sorrow, his heart weighed down by the burden of his guilt. He couldn't bear to be around his children, especially the newborn Rekara, a constant reminder of the life he had failed to protect.

He felt ashamed of himself, ashamed of the weakness that had allowed his grief to consume him so completely. He had always prided himself on his strength and resilience, but now he felt like nothing more than a hollow shell of the man he once was.

As he languished in his self-imposed exile, Aemond's world grew smaller and smaller, until it seemed as though there was nothing left but darkness. He knew that he should seek solace in the love of his children, in the memories of the life he had shared with Vaelys, but the pain was too raw, too overwhelming to bear.

And so, he remained trapped in his own personal hell, drowning in a sea of regret and despair.

Aemond's soul was consumed by an unrelenting anguish that he could no longer bear. With each passing moment, the weight of his grief pressed down upon him like a suffocating shroud, crushing his spirit beneath its unbearable burden.

In a desperate bid to escape the pain, Aemond sought solace in the one creature that had always been by his side—his dragon, Vhagar. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with sorrow, he made his way to where she liked to rest.

"Vhagar," he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion as he approached her massive form. "I beg you-Drakarys”.

The great dragon hesitated, sensing the agony in her rider's voice, but Aemond's desperation was palpable, his eyes wild with torment as he pleaded with her to end his suffering.

He couldn’t live without Vaelys, he couldn’t survive in a world where she didn’t exist.

"Drakarys, Kostilus" he cried out, his voice breaking with anguish as he begged for release.

Vhagar turned her head away, refusing to obey her rider’s command.

“Dohaerās. Vhagar” sobbed Aemond.

Aemond fell to his knees, the tears streaming down his face.

“Please-Vhagar-DRAKARYS”

Vhagar let out a sorrowful sound, her eyes filled with a profound sadness as she lowered her massive head, bowing to her rider's command. With a heavy heart, she unleashed a torrent of flames that consumed Aemond in an inferno of agony and despair.

Aemond's heart raced as he jolted awake, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. His mind reeled with the vivid images of his nightmare—the flames, the pain, the unbearable grief that had consumed him.

But as his eye adjusted to the dim light of the chamber, he realized that it had all been just a dream. Vaelys lay sleeping peacefully beside him, her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of slumber. Relief flooded through him like a tidal wave, washing away the lingering echoes of his nightmare.

He reached out to touch her, his fingers trembling with emotion as he traced the curve of her cheek, the softness of her hair. She stirred at his touch, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at him with sleepy confusion.

"Aemond?" she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.

He smiled down at her, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the simple miracle of her presence. "It's nothing, my love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Just a bad dream."

And as he held her close, Aemond vowed to cherish every moment they had together, knowing now more than ever that their love was precious and fragile, a gift to be treasured above all else. In the warmth of her embrace, he found solace from the darkness that had threatened to consume him.

Aemond sat quietly in the corner of the chamber, his gaze fixed on Vaelys as she cradled their newborn daughter in her arms. He watched with a mixture of awe and tenderness as she gently fed the baby, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes filled with love.

Their other children, Sovia, Daevyn, and Aemon, sat on the floor nearby, playing together with laughter and chatter filling the room. Aemond couldn't help but smile at the sight of them, their innocence and joy a welcome respite from the darkness that had threatened to consume him.

But his attention never strayed far from Vaelys, who still bore the lingering effects of her near-death experience during childbirth. She was pale and frail, her strength depleted from the ordeal she had endured, but her spirit remained unbroken, her love for their children shining bright in her eyes.

Aemond felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he kept a watchful eye on her, his heart filled with a fierce determination to keep her safe from harm. He knew that she was still recovering, still vulnerable, and he would do whatever it took to ensure her well-being.

As the Maesters conducted a thorough examination of Vaelys, their expressions grave as they discussed her condition in hushed tones. After what felt like an eternity, they turned to her with sombre expressions, delivering their verdict.

"You are healing remarkably well, Princess” one of the Maesters began, his voice gentle but firm. "However, given the severity of your recent ordeal, we must advise against any further pregnancies. Your body has endured a great deal of strain, and it would not be safe for you to risk another childbirth."

Vaelys felt a lump form in her throat at the Maesters' words, her heart sinking at the realization that she would never bear another child. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the news.

Tears streamed down Vaelys' cheeks as she buried her face in Aemond's chest, her sobs echoing through the chamber. The weight of the Maesters words hung heavy on her heart, their verdict a painful reminder of her own limitations.

"I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly, her voice muffled against his chest. "I'm so sorry, Aemond. I can't give you any more children."

Aemond held her close, his arms a comforting embrace as he gently stroked her hair, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. "Shh, my love," he murmured, his voice tender and reassuring.

But Vaelys shook her head, her tears continuing to flow unabated. "But I'm-your wife, I’m-," she choked out between sobs. "-I'm supposed to give you as many children as you desire”.

Aemond cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Vaelys, listen to me," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You are so much more than just a vessel for bearing my children. You are my wife, my soulmate, and as a mother, you are nothing short of extraordinary."

“B-But-“ sniffed Vaelys.

"We already have four beautiful children," he reminded her gently. "Our family is complete as it is. We have Sovia, Daevyn, Aemon, and now little Rekara. That's more than enough for any man to ask for."

Vaelys nodded, her heart heavy with sadness but also with gratitude for the family they had built together. She knew that Aemond was right—that their children were a blessing beyond measure, and she would cherish every moment they shared together, no matter what the future held.

As Vaelys soared through the sky atop Vermithor, her heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. The wind whipped through her hair, the rush of air against her face a welcome distraction from the weight of her worries. Beneath her, Vermithor's powerful wings beat rhythmically, carrying them higher and higher into the endless expanse of blue.

Together, they soared through the clouds, their bond unbreakable, their spirits intertwined as one. Vaelys felt a sense of freedom unlike anything she had ever known, a liberation from the constraints of her own thoughts and fears. With Vermithor by her side, she was invincible, capable of facing whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they glided effortlessly through the sky, Vaelys closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the sheer exhilaration of flight. The world fell away beneath her, replaced by the vastness of the heavens stretching out in every direction.

As Vaelys soared through the sky on Vermithor, a thrill shot through her at the familiar sound of another dragon's roar. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see Vhagar descending from the clouds, Aemond astride her mighty back. A smile spread across Vaelys' face as their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them.

With a graceful arc, Vhagar joined Vermithor in the sky, the two dragons flying side by side as though they were dancing among the clouds.

But they were not alone. Soon, they were joined by Helaena on Dreamfyre, and Daeron on Tessarion. The four of them flying together, was truly a sight to behold.

As they soared higher and higher, Vaelys felt a sense of unity wash over her, a feeling of camaraderie and belonging that filled her with warmth.

As the dragons descended from the sky and touched down in the courtyard of Dragonstone, the excitement in the air was palpable. Sovia came running out, her face lit up with joy as she called out to her parents.

"Mama! Daddy!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with excitement. "You have to come see! Kara's dragon egg has hatched!"

Vaelys and Aemond exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they followed Sovia back to their chambers. When they entered, they were greeted by the sight of their daughter, Rekara, fast asleep in her crib.

But it was the tiny dragon hatchling curled up next to her that stole their breath away. Its scales shimmered in the soft light of the room; its eyes closed in peaceful slumber as it nuzzled against Rekara's side.

Vaelys felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she looked upon the sight before her. It was a moment of pure magic, a testament to the bond between dragon and rider.

Aemond's hand found hers, his touch warm and reassuring as they watched their daughter and her dragon hatchling with awe.

Vaelys stood in front of the mirror in her chambers, her gaze lingering on her reflection with a mixture of apprehension and self-doubt. Her body had changed since giving birth to their fourth child, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious of her body.

Lost in her thoughts, Vaelys jumped when she heard the door to her chambers creak open behind her. She turned to see Aemond entering the room, his expression curious as he took in the sight of her standing there.

"Vaelys, my love, is everything alright?" Aemond asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Quickly, Vaelys moved to cover herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, Aemond, I didn't hear you come in," she stammered, her voice tinged with unease.

Aemond's confusion deepened as he watched her, his eye searching her face for answers. "Why are you hiding, Vaelys? What's wrong?"

Unable to meet his gaze, Vaelys felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to find the words to explain. "I-I just-I'm not as-as I used to be," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Since giving birth, my body-it's changed, and I'm afraid-I'm afraid you won't find me attractive anymore."

Aemond's eye softened with understanding as he approached her.

"Vaelys, look at me," he said, his voice tender and reassuring. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, inside and out. Your body may have changed, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. I love you, Vaelys, more than words can express."

“I-I just don’t-“ muttered Vaelys and Aemond reached out for her.

Aemond held Vaelys close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he whispered softly in her ear. "Let me show you how much I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

With gentle hands, he brushed away the strands of hair that clung to her tear-streaked cheeks, his touch soft and comforting. He leaned in closer, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss filled with love and devotion.

His hands removing her silken robe, letting it slip to the floor, leaving her bare before him.

"Sīr gevie," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her with a tenderness that made her heart flutter (So beautiful).

Vaelys felt a blush creep into her cheeks as she met his gaze, her eyes shining with emotion.

With a gentle touch, Aemond brushed a stray strand of silver hair from her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with reverence. "Every time I look at you, I am reminded of just how lucky I am to have you by my side,"

“Aemond” whispered Vaelys as she leaned into his touch.

“Issa ābrazȳrys, issa jorrāelagon, ñuhon” growled Aemond his cock begining to grow hard in his breeches (My wife, my love, mine).

“Issa valzȳrys, issa nēdenka gēlenka zaldrīzes” replied Vaelys (My husband, my fierce silver dragon).

“Issa dāria, let me worship at your throne” said Aemond as he took hold of Vaelys’ legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed (My Queen).

“Ooo A-Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys.

“Such a pretty cunny " breathed Aemond spitting on her pussy before he ran the flat of his tongue up Vaelys’ soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Vaelys her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it my sweet. Let me hear you”.

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Vaelys.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Vaelys, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Vaelys. "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck" whimpered Vaelys; her chest heaving.

Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me” moaned Aemond.

Gods his cock was so hard, it was almost painful.

Finally, he felt Vaelys’ inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Her back arched taut as a bow, and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at his wife whilst she came.

Soon her tense body went slack and pliant, her chest heaving with every breath.

Aemond slowly moved up Vaelys’ body, pressing kisses to her soft body as he went, until he reached his desired destination.

“Aemond-Issa dārys, issa zaldrīzes” whispered Vaelys as she writhed against him (My King, my dragon).

Aemond looked at Vaelys and smirked before he bent down to lick her nipples, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he went back and forth between his wife’s wonderful, enlarged breasts that nourished their daughter.

“Oh” muttered Vaelys as she flung her arms over her face in embarrassment, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her breasts, running down her body in rivulets.

“Do not feel embarrassed my love” whispered Aemond.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suck his wife’s breasts.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaelys.

“Surely you would not deprive me wife. Your mother’s milk tastes delicious” muttered Aemond softly.

“I need you” exclaimed Vaelys.

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged forward and ploughed his hard cock into Vaelys’ soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" shouted Vaelys, her eyes popping open from her post-orgasm haze.

"You feel so good" rasped Aemond.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Vaelys, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward towards his.

Aemond chuckled and bit down lightly on a nipple, making Vaelys moan and squirm.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Vaelys.

"Patience, Issa dōna mēre. This is our first time since you birthed our daughter" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up Vaelys’ neck (My sweet one).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Vaelys.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

“Gods, Vaelys" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me. Make me scream, make me come”.

Aemond knew exactly what Vaelys was doing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Vaelys wanted faster, and he was going much faster now; so much for having the control in the situation. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging against the wall.

Aemond lifted Vaelys’ legs onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet pussy.

Vaelys folded her arms above her head as she moved her hips, meeting Aemond thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Vaelys.

“That’s it baby-come for me. Māzigon syt aōha dārys” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock (Come for your King).

Vaelys always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes alive with lust, and her pale skin shining with sweat.

Aemond could feel the tension in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to come. Not yet.

Not even waiting for her orgasm to fully subside, Aemond moved Vaelys’ legs off his shoulders and manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his hands kneading the soft pale flesh.

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Vaelys, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

Aemond took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside Vaelys once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

Vaelys arched her back and screamed as Aemond pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

“Fuck. Vaelys-that’s it” moaned Aemond.

He took hold of Vaelys hair, twisting his fingers in the silky strands before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held Vaelys tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

“Give it to me” pleaded Vaelys her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside Vaelys.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from his wife’s wet heat and propped himself up against the headboard.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys breathlessly.

“Ride me baby” replied Aemond as he pulled Vaelys on top of him.

His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

“Oh” gasped Vaelys as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on Vaelys’ hips and marvelled at his wife as she rode him.

Vaelys dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Vaelys as he moved his hand to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

“AEMOND” screamed Vaelys her vision going white as she came around his cock.

Her husband threw her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end.

“God. Vaelys” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed, collapsing on top of his wife, breathing hard.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Meanwhile his wife was laid underneath him completely blissed out. Her heart pounding in her chest.

As the tender moment between Aemond and Vaelys lingered, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, drawing their attention.

“Just a moment-“ muttered Aemond as he slowly pulled his softened cock from his wife.

“Aemond” hissed Vaelys as she bunched the sheets around her naked body.

After quickly pulling on his robe, Aemond opened the door to find Ceci standing there, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She held out a cup of moontea, her expression sheepish.

"I thought the Princess would be in need of this," Ceci said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's gaze softened as he took the cup from her, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He could tell by Ceci's demeanour that she had overheard their intimate moment, but instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt a strange sense of pride.

"Thank you, Ceci," he said, his voice gentle. "We appreciate it."

As he turned to bring the cup to Vaelys, he couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of arousal as she sat up and the sheets slipped from her body revealing her breasts.

Vaelys took the cup from Aemond with a grateful smile, although her expression soured slightly as she caught a whiff of the foul-smelling concoction. With a grimace, she took a sip, forcing herself to swallow the bitter liquid.

“Mayhaps we should request more moontea-“ muttered Aemond as he removed his robe.

“Why-OH?” gasped Vaelys as she stared at her husband’s half hard cock.

“I seem to have developed quite the appetite-” whispered Aemond as he lowered himself onto the bed and crawled towards Vaelys, his hungry gaze fixed upon her like a predator upon its prey.

“-Then allow me to thoroughly satisfy your hunger” muttered Vaelys as she ran her hands through Aemonds long silver hair and pulled him on top of her.

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xcyphoz0a · 4 months

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We’ll meet again

Gender neutral reader, angst TW/CW: you die, yeah. Character(s): Tighnari Word count: 1411 Proofread: n/a | Love is felt the most at times of farewells. | A/N: So I hit everyone with angst at the starting week of 2024, hehe. i quite literally wrote this at the asscrack of dawn so this might not have the best grammar

It’s quite common to hear the most affectionate, loving yet heartbreaking wails when people fall into the hands of farewells and departures, separated from each other.

You– being one of the nurses in the Akademiya run hospital, Bimarstan– knew it quite well.

You’ve heard more prayers to the archons in the hospital’s walls more than you’ve ever heard when you had visited Mondstadt’s cathedral.

Since then, you knew that these partings, goodbyes, were the situations when one had felt the emotion, ‘love’, the strongest.

Perhaps, it could also be felt the most at the most joyous and wonderful times– but it also depended on the person.

An individual could feel the most emotion when the two takes coerced separate ways, or vice versa.

Maybe this was the reason why so much fiction of star-crossed lovers were popular; holding the most emotion and grief that one could ever pour into words and paragraphs, bringing a reader to tears and puddles of overwhelming sorrow.

You would never have expected for this exact situation to happen to you– out of all the people in Teyvat, it had to be you, forced to live as a bedridden patient in the familar, alcohol scented walls of the hospital.

It was probably more likely that you would’ve lived life, awaiting your own death on the cold hospital bed, watching as your family members come and go, leaving flowers and heartfelt messages on the bedside. You wouldn’t have really felt much emotion of that common ‘love’ that you’ve ever wished for since you were little.

You wouldn’t have, though it wasn’t the trajectory that you had followed; rather something more meaningful, as you watched your lover take your hand, tracing the colder knuckles with his own warm hands– you know that when your time would grace your frail lying form, that emotion, that feeling of love, warmth and affection would wash over you with waves and waves of anguish and grief, spraying you with the cold while the warmth you missed would be pulling away and away from you, watching you with those wicked eyes, waiting for you to crash as the string you held frayed away, dropping you to the cold, hard arms of death itself.

Tighnari, by all means, was no idiot to the obvious signs of creeping death that had started to crawl its way into your health. He knew when your temperature started to drop, your breaths becoming rapid, how you started to lack the most simplest and the necessary energy to even lift your hand–he knew that it was best for you to let the dreams of normal life go, and give you time to accept yourself slowly into the arms of eternal slumber.

He disliked the feeling.

He wanted you to live more; he wanted you to become better.

Yet he knew that this ailment of yours would be something that current medical technology wouldn’t be able to fix. You knew– you knew from the start.

You had told him– and he remembers every last bit, that you wanted to live until the cold had finally taken over, slowly wiping his tears away gingerly as you smiled in response, attempting to reassure him.

He’d rather have you have Eleazar instead– at least that had something for someone to live, but this… this illness that only seldom heard about, wasn’t fixable, curable– it had no medication to alleviate whatever you had temporarily.

Despite the raging negativity swirling in his mind like sandstorms, your own reassuring had allowed him to find at least a source of comfort– ironic, he thinks, when he’s the one perfectly fine, and you’re on the bed, waiting for the time to come.

Though he thinks for the better– at least he had met you before the bedridden stage, at least he knows how bright yet calm you are, at least, he found someone to love– someone that taught him the new knowledge and emotion of love, affection, adoration…

He’s still grateful for your impact in his own life.

You’d tell him every night, when he visits, for him to find someone else, for him to find someone that has interests and activities aligned to his– for him to find someone to love again, more actively and more affectionately instead of someone on their deathbed–like you. Nevertheless he’d shake his head, ears swishing from left to right as he raises your hand to his mouth, mumbling how he’d never leave or find someone even after the the end of your time– how he wouldn’t, couldn’t, forget you.

In no given circumstances would Tighnari leave you forever. He reminds you, fennec foxes are partners for life, and I’d never leave you.

You’d always chuckle, finding the negation to your words amusing and adorable, wanting to take your hand and brush through the soft locks of his hair– but it takes too much energy in doing so. He knows. He’d notice the small twitches that your fingers would make, and bring your hand to his head, aiding you as you make small movements to brush his hair and ears–which no one had the privilege to, except for you.

The days and nights pass, and he’s always there, at your bedside as you two make little quiet jokes.

Soon enough, you find how even breathing becomes taxing–your muscles wanting you to rest, as you notice how talking becomes impossible without you stretching out the syllables to form a word.

Tighnari still comes and visits, staying near your bed until the red orange sun peeks through. He notices how you’ve become more quiet, and how you’d only stare at him with tired eyes as he speaks, talking about his day and how Collei, Cyno and the others are doing.

Sometimes the traveller visits along with Paimon, wishing you the best as you form a small smile, staring at your lover who talks in your stead.

Other times, Collei shuffles in with your partner, eyes scrunched in concern and worry for the two of you as she’d sometimes take a small nap near your side as you smile.

Seldom comes Cyno, with his busy schedule, still makes time to bid you the best, attempting to make some good and horrible jokes here and there to liven up the mood.

On the rare days, Alhaitham comes with Kaveh in tow, brought in by a much more tired Tighnari, wishing you the best as the two bicker, bringing out a small tired smile from you and your lover.

And perhaps, on one day does the small dendro archon come in with a slightly irked puppet, enjoying talking to you about her day while the Wanderer–or Scaramouche was it? – sits near his so called caretaker, both providing you their own farewell and wishes as Nahida holds your colder hand with her smaller pair, telling you how she hopes your dreams come true.

Your lover sits at the opposite side of the bed as he watches you interact with your visitors and friends, smiling at how despite the lack of communication, they all–including him, can feel the gratitude swooning from the bottom of your heart.

And despite the more uplifted mood with your visitors, you’d like your last moments to be with Tighnari, as he holds your hands, leant over as he presses a kiss on your lips, watching you take deep breaths, forming a sentence albeit slowly than the normal person, yet he waits.

“I… love… you… so…” you take another breath in, finding the weight on your chest increase exponentially.

“...much. …We…’ll… meet… again…”

You force your eyes to open as you feel the warmth of your lover’s tears on the side of your cheek, listening a faint,

“I love you too… (Y/n).”

You close your eyes, finding peace as the room is filled with chokes and wails from the dark green haired man as he hugs your form tighter and tighter, awaiting for the smallest response– and he wishes at that moment, for your words to be real, as he helplessly latches on to your form as the waves of desolation comes and crashes in colossal waves, grappling on to him as it pulls him into the arms of grief.

Yet nothing happens, as he’s met with the chirps of birds and the sunlight that shines into the little window of the room that seem to mock him from afar, revelling in his grief and anguish in the alcohol scented walls of the hospital room.

#the jellyfish's work #astronetwrk #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #tighnari x reader #tighnari angst #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #tighnari

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witcher-and-henry-cavill-stuff · 5 months

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Love's Last Breath

Blood pooled beneath your lifeless body as Klaus held you in his arms, his heart breaking with each passing second. Your heart had been ruthlessly torn from your chest, a cruel act orchestrated by Klaus's own mother, Esther. The pain in Klaus's eyes was unbearable as he watched you slip away, your life force fading.

Tears streamed down Klaus's face, mingling with the blood on his hands. His cries echoed through the desolate room, a haunting melody of grief and despair. He pressed his trembling hand against the gaping hole in your chest, as if trying to will your heart back into place, but it was futile. The damage was irreversible.

"Y/N," Klaus choked out, his voice trembling with anguish. "Please, my love, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you."

You weakly reached up, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheek. A faint smile graced your lips, despite the pain etched on your face. "Klaus," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I love you. Remember that."

Klaus's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his love for you pouring out in a torrent of sorrow. He held you tighter, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. His eyes, filled with a mix of agony and rage, turned towards his mother, Esther, who stood nearby, watching the scene with a cold detachment.

Through the haze of his tears, Klaus's gaze hardened into a glare. His voice, laced with fury, cut through the air. "Mother," he growled, his voice filled with a primal rage. "You will pay for this. I swear on everything I hold dear, I will make you suffer for eternity."

Esther's face remained stoic, unaffected by Klaus's threats. She had always seen you as a threat to her plans, a weakness in Klaus's heart. But in that moment, she had underestimated the depths of Klaus's love and the lengths he would go to avenge you.

Klaus's eyes flickered with a newfound determination as he turned his attention back to you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I will find a way, my love. I will bring you back, no matter the cost. This is not the end for us."

As your life slipped away, Klaus held you tightly, his tears mingling with yours. He made a silent promise to himself, vowing to unleash his wrath upon those who had taken you from him. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the loss of the one he cherished above all else.

In that moment, Klaus became a force to be reckoned with, a man consumed by vengeance and love. He would stop at nothing to bring you back, to defy death itself, and ensure that his mother paid the ultimate price for her treachery.

But even as Klaus unleashed his fury, his heart remained with you, his beloved. He would not rest until he found a way to bring you back, to hold you in his arms once more. For love, even in the face of death, was a force that could defy all odds.

And so, with your life slipping away, Klaus embarked on a perilous journey, delving into ancient magic and making deals with dark forces. He would traverse the realms of the supernatural, facing unimaginable challenges and sacrificing pieces of himself, all in the name of love and his promise to you in your final moments.

As Klaus fought against the very fabric of existence, his love for you burned brighter. And in the depths of his soul, he knew that nothing, not even death itself, could extinguish the flame of his love for you. Days turned into weeks and months as Klaus delved into ancient texts and consulted with the most powerful witches. He scoured the world for a way to resurrect you, his determination unwavering. The pain of your absence fueled his every step.

But unfortunately, the witches failed to bring you back to life. Klaus sat in his art studio looking at your portrait that he painted. you were holding a rose while wearing a beautiful black gown with an elegant smile on your pink plump red lips.

Klaus sat holding your portrait, sobbing, and drinking wine. "y/n... I'm sorry love... I'm a terrible mate... please forgive me..." He said while looking at your portrait.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: I have absolutely loved reading all of your replies and messages, it makes my fucking day! Here we are, the reader finally has her dragon... I will be trying to write a new Aemond POV for you all soon x

Chapter 44: War creates monsters of us all

The sun was high in the sky as you steered Vermithor east, across the ocean away from Dragonstone, and back to the mainland. Each beat of his wings carried you swiftly across the ocean.

It was a strange thing to be flying again, on a dragon so foreign. So unknown.

Unfamiliar.

Despite his age, and his sheer size, he heeded your commands as you felt him faintly through the bond. And then it hit you all at once.

You were riding the famed Bronze Fury.

A dragon that had made men bend the knee out of fear.

A dragon almost as famous as the Black Dread.

But it would never be enough.

You had lost so much already, and with every moment, you felt yourself losing pieces that made you, you. You were not the same woman that you had been before you returned to the Red Keep.

War did that to people.

So did grief.

It mangled you, and mauled you, and created something new. Something unrecognisable.

A monster.

The day Viserys had died, you had changed.

The day the succession was given to Jacaerys, you had changed.

The day Lucerys was killed.

You had changed.

Today, with the news of Helaena, and the massacre of Strong’s.

You had changed.

You felt Vermithor grumble beneath you as he sensed your fury, coursing through your veins. His loud growl pierced your ears, as he continued forward towards your destination. You had only hoped that once you got there, Aemond would still be there too.

As you flew, the sun sunk lower, and lower into the sky. You passed over the ocean, and back over the rolling hills, and cliffs of the shore. Then soon you passed over the waters of Blackwater Rush, and then, and only then, did you know that you were nearing your destination.

Your anger did not once settle within you.

Those hours you spent atop the now claimed dragon, let your mind reel with thoughts and memories, fuelling your fire. You felt it boil, and turn, and twist inside you like a blade. Sharp and vicious, ripping you apart from within, no possible way to stem the bleeding.

Loss is a powerful motivator.

As the sun got lower, it shone brightly on the dragon's bronze scales, their warm colour glinting in the light beautifully. Such a wondrous colour to behold on a dragon. Not golden like Syrax, nor red like Caraxes, but its own unique bronze, unlike any other.

You smoothed your hand along the scales in awe, and as you stroked along his back, a crackling purr broke forth from his chest in appreciation.

“Sȳz, Vermithor.” (Good.) You cooed on his back, channeling all of your emotions into the dragon you sat atop.

You pushed that rage, that anguish, the sorrow and grief through your body, and into your hand. You did not know if this was how to properly bond or not, and no one truly knew the truth behind it, but you tried it anyway.

Vermithor did not react, except the most diminutive twitch alongside the thick, corded muscle of his neck. So small, so almost ephemeral, that if you had blinked, you would have missed it.

But hope was a fool's ally, and you did not need hope in a time like this.

You needed rage.

And rage, you had.

The sun had begun to lower behind the horizon when you first saw it.

Off in the distance, was the subtle burning of fires. Tiny little orange dots, surrounding each other in a large encampment, on what you knew now to be the Riverlands. The flames flickered as you flew towards it, the men unaware of your approach.

You leant forward, pushing your weight down upon Vermithor’s back, willing him to move with you. The Bronze Fury swooped down closer to the ground, so that you could see clearly as the small dots came closer.

Below you now; a trail.

The grass sat green alongside the dirt track, in which thousands of feet had walked across, where horses had trotted, and wagons and rolled. As you flew closer, the larger those flames became, and now the sight of tents and wagons and the tiny figures of men came into view.

“Sōvegon, Vermithor.” (Fly) You called as you came closer.

To the figures on the ground, if they were to look to the sky, they would see a large bronze speck, slowly coming towards them, wings spread as he approached, until finally they could make out the form of the large dragon.

As you swooped above the camp of men, you looked below, watching as they faltered in their steps looking up at you. Others ran to their tents, unsure. The tents were beige, and the wagons were dark. You struggled to discern whose men these were.

You felt your chest begin to heave as you looked down at them all.

Vermithor let out an almighty cry into the sky, deep and grumbling as you grabbed at his back, whilst peering over his side down at the ground below. Horses and men, and carts and tents. That was all you could see with the sun setting upon the horizon, a lazy blue hue settling over the land.

Your breath caught in your throat.

There below you, was a flag.

A signet of a house.

Your breaths became ragged and all too suddenly, that blinding rage was back.

A three headed green dragon stared back at you.

You pulled roughly against Vermithor, pulling him to fly higher into the air above them, circling the camp.

You watched as the men began to scramble below you like ants, upon the realisation that you were not one of the Princes, nor the King. No, your dragon was not Vhagar, or Sunfyre. You were not here with them.

You were here for them.

A cruel smile cracked across your face as you watched them desperately mount horses and prepare themselves. These numbers were small, perhaps the rest of the men were at Harrenhal, not too far away.

Such a bitter taste in your mouth to see the men below you, who had gone against your mother, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. How they had supported your usurper uncle. How they supported the Kinslaying Prince.

How they support Alicent and the Hightower’s thirst for the throne, subsequently thrusting the realm into war.

As you looked around in search of a large green dragon, you became disappointed to know that Aemond was no longer here. If he was here at all.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as Vermithor felt the rage within you, his cry calling out into the sky as he turned back around to fly towards the tents. You leant forward, and thought of Lucerys. You thought of the fall.

Of your uncle's hands.

Of your Grandsire. Visenya. Helaena.

And then you snapped.

“Dracarys.” You commanded.

Vermithor flew closer to the lines of tents and carriages, men crawling about underneath before opening his mouth, his whole body beneath you vibrating, as he pushed out an almighty gush of fire, incinerating the tents and men below you.

The screams of fear and agony curled up into the air, and you could find nothing but delight at the sweet music.

Vermithor kept flying above and onwards as you looked back, watching the tents burn and crumble beneath the flames, and the bodies of incinerated men laying in the rubble. The smell of smoke, fire and ash curled its way around you.

You inhaled deeply.

Vermithor’s chest expanded slowly, before another long plume of fire barraged against the Greens army below you. The sound of the flames was deafening in your ears, alongside the screams and cries of the men, and horses who crossed paths with the flames.

Flying forward, you came to the end of the camp, watching as the men began to flee in all directions, the smart ones anyway, whilst others stood rooted to the ground, swords drawn, ready to fight.

Foolish really. How were they to fight flames?

Once turned around, you could see now how the tiny little flames of their camp were now swamped by the larger ones of your dragon. Their tents fell to the soil below them, and horses ran away in fear. Small figures of men, their bodies alight, ran frantically, desperate to outrun the agony of their bodies, before they dropped dead to the floor.

You pushed down on the Bronze Fury’s neck again, and he slunk close to the ground where you sucked in an excited breath.

This was for you, Lucerys.

This was for everyone that has been lost. For Visenya. For you.

Helaena.

“Dracarys!” You screamed out into the air, as the old dragon reared his head backwards, hovering above the camp, before large flames licked down at the army below you, their cries lost in the waves of your laughter as you watched.

You could feel the heat of the flames licking up your body, casting a warm blanket, of almost comfort, around you, as you watched Vermithor land roughly onto the ground, talons digging into the soft earth, as you watched men run from him.

The sky had turned dark, but now the earth was lit by the flames all around you.

The smell of burning flesh rose under your nose. An odd smell. Something you had smelt before, though nothing like this. Nothing so, pungent. It was almost a sickly sweet scent, comparable to when pork was cooked.

Vermithor let out a mighty cry into the air as he stalked through the camp, blowing flames at any man, or horse, or tent that he saw as he walked. You watched as you felt the rage lick at your face and your chest.

You had not even realised that tears had begun to fall, until you felt the wet of your neck. Your breaths were shallow and stunted, heaving as you pushed through your fury.

They did this.

They killed them.

You blinked.

Behind the flames was a figure, who smiled at you.

Lucerys was here.

Vermithor’s head snapped down to where Lucerys had been, and you jerked back in shock. You almost cried out, but then the dragon jerked its head and bit the man who had been there, arm poised with an arrow. Directed at you. You blinked as you watched the Bronze Fury tear the man in half, before swallowing him.

Time blurred so strangely.

Who knew how long you spent stalking through the camp with Vermithor. Who knew how long it had been since you had started. By the time you felt aware of your surroundings, it was eerily quiet in the camp.

The only sounds you heard were Vermithor’s deep rumblings as flames poured from his mouth, and the crackling of burning flesh and wood. The camp around you was flattened. Every tent, every cart, every post and every man was burning beneath high flames, ash falling around you and into your hair.

Lining the dirt ground were the ashes of men, or corpses burning gently in the soft night's air. Some had fallen where they had tried to run, their legs and arms splayed in unnatural positions. Others were caught underneath the burning flames of tents, or hiding places. Horses lay on their side dead, much to Vermithor’s delight, who would pick them up, eating their cooked bodies greedily as he passed through.

Piles of ashes and bones lay about the Greens camp, and all you could do was sneer and smile. Laughter rose from your chest and fell from your lips almost unnaturally. You couldn’t stop it.

You wouldn’t stop it.

They deserved this.

They reaped what they had sown. This was on them. What they had done to you? That was on them.

Such a feral excitement was inside you, as you turned your head, looking in search of any survivors you had not found yet. You almost struggled to breath from the smoke and ash that curled its way around you. It waa thick and suffocating, but invigorating.

Such destruction.

Now you knew why all had feared the Bronze Fury.

But it was not enough.

It would never be enough.

They needed to pay. They needed to all burn for what they did.

You thought of Alicent, and Aegon and Aemond.

Aemond.

His face. His hands. His sneer.

You leant forward, hands gripping roughly against Vermithor’s back as you thought of it all. The pain that he had left between your legs. The sorrow that he had gifted you when he took Lucerys, and Syndor.

It would be a short flight.

Almost half of what it took you to get here.

You could end this all.

You could end it, right where it began.

In the Red Keep of King’s Landing.

A familiar cry called out into the air, the bronze dragon's head pulling up away from the horse below his claws. The sound of flesh tearing and bones crushing beneath his jaws filled your ears, and the metallic smell of blood settled on your tongue.

The cry came again, and you turned your head.

In the sky, not too far from you was a dragon, flying steadily towards you.

You breathed deeply, in and out, as you watched the scales light up from the flames of destruction around you. A familiar shade of dragon. A comforting one. The bright red scales of Caraxes shone in the night sky as he and your father approached you.

You lifted your chin as Vermithor called out to your father and his dragon, a most commanding call.

The King of the Dragons.

A King’s dragon.

Caraxes flew above you before turning around, wings slowly beating, so that the long necked dragon could land nearby in between the flames of a tent, and open bare path of the once Green stronghold.

The dragon's long neck stretched into the air and cried out in recognition of you. You could see your father upon his back, looking around at the destruction desperately, before his eyes settled on yours.

His body relaxed at the sight of you.

He still wore his robes from when you had last seen him, and he did not wear his riding gloves that he almost always wore. It looked as though the Rogue Prince had come to you in a rush, and had been searching for you for some time.

Daemon’s face was a mixture of shock and awe as he looked at you, and then back down at the dragon he had tried for so long to be readied to be claimed, never once guessing that the new rider would be you.

Movement caught your eye.

To the side of Vermithor, a man had begun to run from his hiding spot. The presence of two large dragons caused him to forfeit his hiding out of sheer shock. He might have survived if he had stayed hidden. You watched as the man ran, pushing his legs against the grass and dirt, ashes and bodies, desperate to get away.

Might have.

You looked at your father as he watched you before you leant on Vermithor. The dragon began a slow stalking chase of the man, like a cat plays with a mouse. The man gazed back at you briefly, realising he had been spotted, before he ran with more desperation.

You lazily watched him run and channelled that rage inside of you, letting it burn you from the inside out.

Vermithor took three large steps forward rapidly, before his head snapped out, biting down on the man. His cry of pain was short lived, and soon replaced by the sickening crunch of bones and wet sound of flesh.

The Bronze Fury lifted his head, throwing the mans body down his gullet.

But you were not done.

You would not be done until you killed each and every one of them. Until you would reach King’s Landing and burn them all.

“Tala.” (Daughter) Daemon called into the air.

Vermithor turned beneath you, walking back to Caraxes and Daemon, the smaller dragon chirping out towards yours.

You looked at your father, your chest heaving as you readied yourself to fly.

“Gaomagon daor sagon doru-borto.” (Don’t be stupid.) He called out.

He knew.

He always knew.

“Nyke jāre naejot mōris bisa.” (I’m going to end this.) You called back, teeth clenched.

Why was he stopping you?

“Ȳdra daor.” (Don’t.) Daemon growled, and for the first time in your life, your father made you nervous.

The Rogue Prince was here.

“Pār māzigon lēda nyke.” (Then come with me.)

Caraxes began to circle you, his neck stretching up, and then low to the ground as he watched, purely reacting to Daemon through the bond.

They looked nervous. On edge.

Unsure.

“Tala.” (Daughter.)

Your laughter rang out into the cold air. What was happening? He had been the one to always remind you of what you were, of who you were. He had always been the first to jump to action in court.

What had changed?

“Y/n.”

“Issi ao jāre naejot keligon nyke?” (Are you going to stop me?) You joked mirthlessly.

“Lo istin.” (If I must.)

What?

You grunted angrily, staring Daemon down, who only reacted to your action by tightening his hands on Caraxes’ reins.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He threatened.

Vermithor called out into the air agitatedly, and Caraxes responded in a high pitched screech. Daemon swayed side to side, as his dragon began to move more rapidly on the ground, the flames around you illuminating his bright red scales.

They knew something you didn’t.

“Our Queen commands it.” Your father called out.

You jerked your head to the side, looking at the camp around you, razed to the ground, flames licking the corpses and ruins. Fire was mesmerising. Beautiful. It was cleansing. So very cleansing. Fire could rid the world of scum, and allow for new growth to come forth.

You knew of certain trees that could only bloom with the assistance of fire.

Targaryens bloomed in the flames too.

If you went to King’s Landing, Daemon would no doubt try to stop you. And at what cost?

Would you really fight your own father?

Would you hurt him?

Kill him?

No.

You ground your teeth, and tightened your legs around Vermithor’s back, ignoring the twinging pain in your side. Your chest rose and fell in short angry breaths as you looked at your father.

His eyes glowed in the flame light, and Caraxes had not stopped moving from side to side, readying himself to fight if he needed. The Rogue Prince watched your movements closely, almost cautious of you.

Gritting your teeth, you nodded, and saw Daemon visibly relax.

“Sōvegon.” (Fly.)

Unbeknownst to you, beneath the rubble of the Brackens camp, Alicent’s youngest son Daeron, laid beneath the ashes. Your youngest uncle had died amongst a sea of his men.

The young Prince’s body lay at an ungodly angle. Half of him had been burnt to a crisp, legs and arms splayed in an unnatural position, in his hand, the blade of his sword.

A pained expression permanently sat on what was left of his face.

And although you did not know of his presence, the Greens certainly did.

And would.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hellow, it's me again, can I request that the reader is like blue diamond from steven universe, her ability is really interesting on how she can make her grief a weapon that can spread to other's and emotionally & physically break them down, ofc there's also an ability that's the opposite of that which makes the person high on life or be in a euphoric state. In short she can project her emotions to other's.

I can imagine a scenario like:

Ever since the news of pink diamond (youngest out of the 4 diamonds) got shattered, reader fell into a deep depression to the point where whenever someone goes close to her by 5ft they would feel the grief and sorrow she felt. Reader would admit that pink was her favorite out of her siblings, their personalities might be the opposite on how pink is enthusiastic and bold while reader is calm and mellow. Fast forward on a few days after someone captured the god that had brutally shattered pink, the court then began session as all the gods have gathered to witness the first trial.

A few hours have passed and the reader hadn't spoken once but then the topic of 'how did they shatter pink' arrived, as they we're about to end the first trial reader then halted them saying to let them explain how they did it, as the god was explaining poorly on how they did it the reader then questioned what weapon did they used, the god froze for a minute before replying "a dagger..", the reader then stood up from her seat enraged slamming her hands to the table as it cracked from the impact "IT WAS A SWORD, HOW DARE YOU LIE." Reader said in distress as the whole court has been fully surrounded by a blue aura filled with sorrow and grief making most gods cry and fell to their knees.Yellow diamond then came and escorted reader out of the court to take a break from all that's happened releasing everyone from crying their soul out.

Now the million dollar question is how would the ROR god's react from readers strong outburst, especially the ones that doesn't show emotion much, cause i can really imagine ares just clenching his heart out while on his knees sobbing hard and zeus almost dying from choking. (P.S. i really love you're writing, it makes my hyperfixation on this anime go SKRRTT BRRRR, keep up the good work❤️)

Thank you for your kind words!

-Your outburst in the trial of Pink Diamond’s murder became known throughout all of Valhalla, on how your power, your sorrow, was able to affect the strongest of the gods.

-Zeus had barely managed to keep standing, gripping his chest over his heart as tears pooled from his eyes, harsh gasps escaping him as he stared at you in awe, he had no idea you were that powerful.

-Odin was the only one able to keep from shedding any tears, even though the sorrow in his heart, the sorrow that you felt, he could feel his own anguish in every inch of his body.

-Thor was brought to one knee, stunned by the wave of intense sadness. He had been watching this proceeding, as he too wanted to know what could shatter a diamond, but when you stood in rage and sorrow quickly spread through the room, he was in awe, he had never seen someone so powerful.

-Loki couldn’t bring himself to make a joke, nearly choking on his tears, gasping pants leaving him as his shoulders shook with harsh sobs. When he managed to look up at you, the only thing that he was able to do was cry even more, feeling your hurt.

-Ares collapsed instantly to his knees, holding his chest as tears pooled out, sobs ripping from his throat as he felt your hurt, your pain, the loss of your sister, the light of your life.

-Hermes had kneeled almost gracefully when hit with your emotions, the tears were quick to be stinging at his eyes, his eyes closing as he clutched at his suit over his heart, weepy softly for you, for your loss.

-Hades was another who was brought to his knees, tears nearly blinding him, but his eyes remained on you, on your own crying form. He looked around the room, seeing the others in the same shape and he had to admit your power was respectable.

-Poseidon would refuse to admit he had been crying, but he too was taken to his knees, trying to fight the tears that ran down his cheeks, but he couldn’t get them to stop. Your sorrow was so powerful, he could feel your ache in every inch of his body.

-Shiva was another who openly cried, as he was hugging his wives who were all sobbing, trying to console them while trying to handle his own tears. He couldn’t even think about the idea of losing any of his children, any of his family, he couldn’t fathom what you were feeling.

-Buddha’s lollipop fell from his mouth, shattering upon impact with the ground, but he didn’t care, tears blinding his vision as his hand was clutched to his chest, feeling the sorrow deep within him, he almost felt like vomiting.

-Beelzebub cried easily, letting himself sink to his knees, his head tilting back as he joined the other gods who were wailing in sorrow. Your own sorrow felt familiar, he felt similar pain when he killed his friends and when he killed Lilith, your sorrow allowed him to cry again.

-Many came to fear that power while at the same time, sympathizing with you, as your grief was something they wouldn’t be able to understand, not the way you’re feeling.

-Zeus himself was the first to approach you, weeks after the outburst, after you locked yourself away in your palace, with some blue roses for you and a shoulder to lean on if you were to accept it.

-You were calmer now, but still teary, as Zeus felt himself getting emotional, your powers affecting his emotions, but he allowed himself to be vulnerable to you, as you just lost your sister, who you basically raised as a child, and now she was gone, shattered, never to return to your waiting embrace.

-He patted your hand gently, offering kind words, “You never stop missing someone just because they’re gone, that shows that you truly do care for them- love them. The pain may fade, but it will always remain.”

-His words did help a bit, but they also made you cry which made him cry again.

-You just wanted to know how Pink was shattered, you wanted the truth, as you think if you knew the truth, then you could rest, but as the truth evaded you, your mind was unable to rest.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror buddha #ror odin #ror poseidon #ror zeus #ror thor #ror shiva #ror hades #ror beelzebub #ror hermes #ror ares

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 1 month

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Can I be the first(I think) to request a fourth wing/iron flame fanfic?Basically fem!reader and liam were together,but when liam dies that day,she blames Violet and it escalates from there? 💀💀 Hopefully that made sense.

'Where are you,Li?'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

A/N:First Fourth Wing/Iron Flame post!Hi lovely!Ty for requesting.I kinda lost motivation to write.And LIAM MY POOR BABY 😭😭 This is also vv sucky bc I wrote it more in the pov of the character instead of focusing on her arguing w violet,but yeah I haven't written in a while so I'm back now.Also I LOVE the books.

In the aftermath of Liam's tragic death, the world seemed to lose its color. His absence echoed in every corner of your heart, leaving you hollow and shattered. You clung desperately to memories of his laughter, his touch, anything to keep his essence alive within you.

But the pain was unbearable, consuming you like wildfire. Deigh's departure only deepened the void, for the bond between Liam and his dragon was irreplaceable. It was as if a part of your soul had been torn away, leaving you adrift in a sea of grief.

The ache in your chest twisted into something darker, something primal. You couldn't shake the feeling that Liam's death wasn't just a cruel twist of fate, but a deliberate act of betrayal. And the cause of your rage, your anguish, was Violet Sorrengail.

And then, amidst the chaos, she was there - Violet Sorrengail,the woman whose very presence had brought destruction upon your world.In a moment of clarity, fueled by rage and anguish, you turned to face her, your eyes burning with an intensity born of sheer desperation.You saw the guilt in her eyes,the sheer terror painted upon her face,her eyes full of tears, the shadow of remorse that haunted her every step. But it wasn't enough. It could never be enough.

You found yourself standing before Violet, trembling with a mixture of sorrow and fury. Her presence was like a dagger to your heart, a constant reminder of everything you had lost.

"It should have been you!" you screamed, the words tearing from your throat like shards of glass. "Liam died protecting you, and for what?For nothing!"

But Violet could only stare back at you, her expression a mask of sorrow and regret. She knew the truth of your words, knew that Liam had sacrificed himself to save her.

But even if the world burned around you, even if the echoes of your grief filled the air, there would be no solace to be found. Liam was gone, lost to you forever, and nothing could ever bring him back.

But a part of you knew that this was only the beginning.The road ahead would be fraught with peril and uncertainty,as you embarked on a journey of vengeance and redemption unlike any other. For Liam, for Deigh, and for the love that had been torn from your grasp, you would stop at nothing to make those responsible pay the ultimate price.

He was there.Always.But now,you were alone,sad and cold,his warm embrace no longer.You couldn't even bear to visit his grave,it was too painful.Every time you did,the memory-the horror of his death-haunted you and that memory pierced your chest like a thousand daggers.

It was supposed to be you and Liam-forever.But it all came crashing down because of her.Something inside you broke and snapped that day,and a primal need for vengeance rose instead.

You didn't know what it was,why you felt so dark suddenly...but it felt good.You guessed it's true what they say about heartless people-They have nothing to loose anymore.

But even so,you would often find yourself wondering "...Where are you,Li?" wondering if he was watching over you,if he was there...

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Out Of Reach - Simon Riley x Female Reader

Summary: Simon has to do the hardest thing he’s ever had to; let you go.

Warnings: DEATH, angst. pure sadness im sorry 💀

Tags: @pukbadger @fiveshelmet @myguiltypleasures21 @madamemelaninn @emmaadlerrichtofen1 @swissy23 @thatchickwiththecamera @glitterypirateduck @glitteryeggalmondherring

A/N: This is a part 2 to Ticking Bomb requested by @glitteryeggalmondherring

Simon sits alone in his small room on the base, the weight of loss still heavy upon his shoulders. The room feels suffocating, as if it echoes the emptiness within his heart.

His eyes fixate on the box that rests on the table before him, a box that holds the remnants of your life, the belongings that remain.

With a hesitant hand, he reaches for the box, his fingertips grazing its surface. The captain’s act of giving him this precious collection of your belongings is both a solace and a painful reminder. As he lifts the lid, his heart skips a beat, knowing that these are the only things he has left of you.

His eyes are drawn to the gleam of metal within the box, catching the light in a bittersweet manner. Simon carefully retrieves the dog tags, delicately holding them in his palm.

The weight of the tags feels substantial, as if they carry not only your name but also the weight of your unwavering dedication and sacrifice.

He traces his thumb over the embossed letters, etching the memory of your name into his consciousness.

Ghost’s fingers grip tightly onto the dog tags, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions. As he sits alone, consumed by grief, a knock on his door brings him back to the present. He glances up to see Price standing there, his face etched with a mixture of sorrow and resolve.

“Simon,” Price’s voice is gentle, but it carries the weight of the world, “Y/N’s body has been brought back into base custody. There’s gonna be a small burial tonight. Just the group.”

A surge of anger courses through Ghost’s veins, threatening to overwhelm him. The very idea of a funeral, of saying goodbye to you, feels like another cruel twist of fate. His silence is a shield, a wall he puts up to protect himself from the raw intensity of his emotions.

His heart aches with an uncontainable pain, and his anger simmers beneath the surface, a smoldering fire threatening to consume him. The unfairness of it all is a bitter pill to swallow. He was supposed to protect you, to keep you safe, but the world had different plans.

Price’s understanding gaze lingers, but Ghost’s response remains muted. Words fail to encapsulate the depth of his anguish, the overwhelming sense of loss that washes over him.

How can he express the rage that burns within him, the feeling that everything he has ever known is pain and now the one thing he loved has been cruelly taken away?

He clenches his jaw, his grip on the dog tags tightening, as if holding onto them can somehow anchor him in this storm of emotions. The weight of his grief feels insurmountable, threatening to consume him whole.

As Price finally turns to leave, Ghost’s anger flickers like a flame in the darkness.

Ghost's ears catch the distant rumble of thunder, a sound that seems to reverberate through the walls of his room. He turns his gaze towards the window, his mind momentarily transported to a different time, a memory that offers a glimmer of solace amidst the storm of emotions.

As the rain begins to fall, memories of you and him on watch together under the night sky flood his thoughts. The way you joked about his balaclava practically water boarding him from how soaked you both were from standing out in the rain.

He took that time for granted and now all that was left was the regret of not making more out of it.

Simon stands at a distance from the burial site, his gaze fixed on the somber scene unfolding before him. The world seems to blur around him, as if he’s trapped in a haze of grief and disbelief. The weight of the moment settles heavily upon his shoulders, threatening to pull him under.

In the midst of the blur, Johnny’s voice cuts through the fog, calling out to him, trying to bring him back to the present. Simon’s eyes shift towards him, the glossiness in Johnny’s eyes reflecting the shared pain they both carry. The reality of the situation crashes down upon him, a finality that he struggles to accept.

“Lt? We’re gonna close it up… if you want to say any last things.” As Johnny speaks, his voice low and filled with a tender concern, Simon’s mind jolts back to the present. He realizes that this is his last chance to say goodbye, to give voice to the thoughts and emotions that swirl within him. But his body remains frozen, unable to respond, his grief stealing his words and rendering him immobile.

Simon’s heart pounds in his chest, a tumultuous storm of emotions raging within him. His longing to express his love, his sorrow, and his regrets clashes with the crippling weight of grief. His throat feels dry, his voice trapped within him, struggling to find its way out.

He locks eyes with Johnny, the unspoken connection between them conveying more than words ever could. In that moment, Johnny understands, the depth of their shared loss etched upon his face. There is no need for words—they both carry the weight of their grief, and sometimes silence speaks louder than any farewell.

As the gravesite is prepared to be closed, Simon’s heart clenches with a mix of pain and resignation. He knows that once that final mound of earth is in place, it will forever separate him from your physical presence. It will mark the end of an era, leaving only memories and the ache of an empty space in his soul.

There under the moon, Simon comes day after day to sit at your grave, still unable to say goodbye.

Unable to let you go.

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A/N: ahh I cannot to write anymore sad fics for a while after this one :((

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #fanfic #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #cod angst #cod mw2 #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Five

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,305

Warnings: Mentions of death, physical violence, and grief.

Your body was still warm. As Bucky sat cradling your body, your last breath having left you over two hours ago, your body was still warm. He held his hand to your face even though the contrast of your body heat against his icy cold hands felt like a burn from a fire. He cradled your head; even in death Bucky did not want you to experience pain nor discomfort. Your cheeks were still flushed with the same pale pink that he would see spread across your face from embarrassment. Your eyes still sparkled against the light pooling through the window, and for a second he thought you might wake up and all of this would be a bad dream. “Baby, please wake up”, Bucky’s pled in between sobs, the tears streaming down his face pooling in his mouth, making his voice sound heavy and muddled.

He didn’t even hear Steve walk into the room, his footsteps drowned out by the ringing in his ears. Steve bent down to Bucky’s level, his own face plastered in sorrow and placed a gentle hand across your eyes, guiding them closed to give you a resting peace. Bucky cried out in anguish, the sound reverberating against the concrete walls of the room and Steve’s stomach lurched at the sound. “It’s time to go Buck.” Steve hated that he had to be the one to tear you away from Bucky, but he didn’t want him to see you in a state that he couldn’t handle. “Steve, please,” Bucky stared up at Steve with pleading eyes, “Bucky, it’s time to go.” Steve repeated himself for fear that any other words would be insufficient. Steve had seen his best friend grieve before, seen him through the worst points of his life, but even he felt powerless in this very moment. There was no amount of strength, no amount of time that was going to heal this pain. He slowly began to pull Bucky’s hands from around your body, motioning for Sam to take you to the jet. Sam lifted you from Bucky’s hold, supporting your head and legs, gently moving your body out of the room. Bucky’s hands remained in the same position, unable to move. Steve pulled Bucky to his feet, draping Bucky’s arm around his shoulders. Bucky’s body felt weak and frail for the first time, his limbs dragging heavily against the ground.

Denial

Steve quietly started planning the arrangements for your funeral, your will asking for a simple ceremony with family. He spent the next week getting everything ready, not wanting Bucky to have to worry about burying the love of his life. Bucky had spent the last week pleading with Tony to place you under cryo-freeze. “If something-anything is developed in the next couple of years, we might be able to use it for her.” Bucky’s eyes were cold and hollow, he hadn’t slept more than an hour at a time since you died, and it showed over his face. Tony faced away from Bucky, continuing to tinker with his invention, afraid to make eye contact with the super soldier. “Say something!” Bucky slammed his vibranium hand against the worktable, the metal bending under the weight of his blow too easily. Tony flinched as the pieces of his work flew around the room. He instinctively turned his gun on Bucky, who had turned feral, his breathing ragged and deep, fists clenched. He slowly lowered his weapon when Sam entered the room and placed himself between Bucky and Tony. Sam held up a hand to Tony, a metaphorical white flag, before turning to Bucky. “Buck” he gently pushed Bucky in the chest to bring him back to reality, “this is not what she would want. She doesn’t deserve to be messed with in a lab, waiting for something that may never come. Lay her to rest, she deserves peace.” Bucky’s eyes turned to Sam with incredulous look on his face. It was as if everyone had already given up on you, but he never would.

Anger

“Bucky, that’s enough.” Steve called out to Barnes from across the room. The sound of Bucky’s vibranium hand colliding with the cheekbone of the latest victim of his rage drowned out Steve’s plead to him, the sound of breaking bones echoing through Steve’s head. Bucky’s tirade was almost mechanical, the punches landing in perfect succession, a rhythm of pounding bouncing off the concrete walls of the room. Bucky held the man’s shirt collar in his right hand, his left robotic in motion. The man’s identity remained unknown, his interrogation brief, before Bucky had had enough of the talking and began to beat him into submission. That was a good 45 minutes ago. Steve was both impressed and terrified of Bucky’s stamina, the man’s head thrown back, his face unrecognizable underneath the crust of blood and welts across his skin. Steve grabbed Bucky’s shoulder, spinning him around, Bucky’s arm still cocked in position. He was horrified of Bucky’s face which was covered in blood spatters, his eyes bewildered. Steve recognized the man before him having fought the Winter Soldier many times before. Bucky was able to subdue the Soldat incredibly well after his time in Wakanda, but everyone knew it sat just below the surface, a permanent part of his being. Knowing how hard Bucky had fought to keep that part of him pushed down, Steve knew that Bucky was letting the Winter Soldier win. Bucky pushed Steve away, the force driving Steve into the wall behind him. Bucky wasn’t going to be stopped by a human force, he was too far gone at this point. “Bucky, I said that’s enough!” Steve’s voiced boomed, but Bucky barely flinched. He was going to complete his mission. Steve flung his shield, the metal slicing through the thick and heavy air in the room, landing a blow to Bucky’s back. He was knocked to his knees, the victim’s body dropping to the floor with a thud. Bucky let out a scream, this time furious instead of distraught.

Bargaining

Bucky didn’t bother with bargaining with a higher power, he had lost his faith in God a long time ago.

Depression

The day of the funeral, Steve stopped by Bucky’s room once he had gotten dressed. He felt the same way he did the day he met Bucky for his mother’s funeral; useless. The door to Bucky’s room was wide open, revealing a ransacked room and no Bucky in sight. Steve let the others go ahead to the funeral while he went to search for his friend. Alcohol had no effect on a super solider, so Bucky resorted to physical pain. It was something he was familiar with, and it gave him a sense of relief. After hours of searching, the funeral now over, Steve found Bucky in the alleyway of a bar, his knocked-out body being picked over by a robber. “Hey!” Steve ran to Bucky’s aid, grabbing the robber by the neck, his feet dangling in the air as Steve held him against the brick wall. “What happened?” The man could barely speak, let alone breathe. “He didn’t even try to fight back man, just let me hit him and take his wallet.” Steve dropped the man who immediately took off. Bucky’s face was covered in bruises and laceration, yet his knuckles remained pristine. Bucky never made it to your funeral, and Steve hoped he would be able to forgive himself one day.

Acceptance

It took Bucky a year to visit your grave, too sad and angry at himself for missing the day you were laid to rest. He would never accept your death, but he had learned to accept that he would be forever hollow and incomplete. He had lived with pain before, he knew it well.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #buckybarnes #Spotify

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