#second fanfic

[corruptedspeaker]

Need some advice?

Steven Universe x Mom!reader (platonic)

It was just so frustrating! Everything was always dumped onto him, the trauma, the unbearable and out of control emotions seemed to be eating him up from the inside- almost like he was drowning and no one was there to fully understand and help him. It seemed as though no matter how hard he tried to reach out no one knew how to help. Being dumped with so much trauma at a young age took a really bad toll on his body and mind. He just really wanted to clear his head at this point- since Connie was busy with her studies, his dad was busy and the gems were busy with other gems.

He should take a walk on the broadwalk or whatever, he could maybe get a bite to eat or see if anyone was around to chat or maybe hang out with him to just distract him and kill time. Maybe he could go to Funland and at least he could try to experience some sort of feeling.

Gosh! It just seemed SO- empty with no one he knew that was around anymore! It was so weird to see everyone grow apart and he- he was practically trying to rip his hair out of his scalp.

" Hey! (Child name 1) do not hit your brother! "

That's when he heard someone's voice yelling at something and he couldn't help but look up to see you. You were seated on one of the benches looking towards the ocean, your sun hat protecting you from the heat while your sunglasses rested on top of the hat/you had your glasses on your face. You seemed to have a magazine or book on your lap, too many bags to count on your side with one filled with toys and one filled with snacks and water bottles and juices.

Steven had never seen you around before in beach city ever before- you were probably a tourist or you had recently moved in. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother would have done the same, if she would have taken him to the beach with his dad and watch him play in the sand, would he have a younger brother or sister? Would things have been easier for him?

Just the thoughts swirling around in his mind made him flare in anger, his gem buzzed as his body contorted and he started glowing pink. He could feel his head pounding in his ears, it hurt -- why couldn't things just have turned differently? Why couldn't he just have something better?! Why couldn't everyone stay and why--

" Hey kid! "

Steven looked up, his eyes darting around until his eyes finally landed on you. You were waving at him, beckoning him to come over and to which he did. He couldn't help but be rather embarrassed- he didn't want his first impression to be you meeting him having a meltdown.

" You okay? You seemed to be pink- and I mean you are literally pink right now. "

You had pointed out, your body faced towards him.

" I have some headache pills, don't know if they'll work on people turning pink though. "

Steven looked at you laughing at your own joke and he couldn't help but smile a bit to try and ease the tension. The pink glow seemed to fade away as he relaxed, he could seriously use that pill though, his head was basically killing him.

" I wouldn't mind it- if you have one and if I'm not going to waste it y'know? "

He couldn't help but ramble on, he was just rather nervous as he basked in your motherly aura. It felt so nice he just couldn't help but panic.

He watched you pull out your hand bag/back pack (idk) as you fished out that tinfoil pill holder thing?? Y'know and popped two out, - you held your hand out and he took it slowly, almost like he was scared of touching you.

" I don't bite, it's okay. Would you like water or juice with that? "

" Water will be fine, thank you.. "

Steven took the water bottle from you and he popped the medicine in his mouth and drank that water up.

" It's (y/n), nice to meet you Steven Universe. "

" You know my name? "

Steven couldn't help but stare at you in some sort of shock and confusion.

" Yeah I did my research before coming here, I heard all about you and there was some strange blog called "Keep Beach City weird" it was a real good read. "

So you were just a tourist, maybe you were on holiday or something and just chose Beach City at the worst possible time ever.

" So, where do you come from? "

He couldn't help but ask, he just seemed so intrigued with you. You went out of your way to help him.

" Oh I'm from state/overseas country, just out for a holiday. Needed to get away from the same routine and get out, showing the kids other places. "

You told him more about where you came from, he relaxed at the sound of your voice and the way you explained things with your hands to add more to your stories.

" Hey- sorry Steven-- (child name 2) stop chasing your older sister with the dead crab, do not make me come over there! "

You shouted at your kids and you were correct, it seemed the younger brother was chasing around their older sibling with what seemed like a dead crab, causing them to cry and squeal for them to stop.

" Sorry Steven, kids are a lot and they always have to get on each other's nerves. "

You replied and Steven just laughed nervously, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness when he saw the relationship between you and your kids.. What he would do to have just a moment like this with his mom to at least feel something like this.

" I know I shouldn't pry into anyone's business, but are you okay? "

Your voice snapped him out of his trance and he looked into your eyes.

" It's just-- really complicated at the moment. "

" You can always talk to me, I know nothing about your situation but it'll help to get it off your chest. It's not really good to bottle up your emotions. "

And that's when he just let everything out, he went on and on about every detail, every mission, every horrific thing and every good and bad memory and you listened to him.

He finished after finally catching you up on everything and he felt you holding his hand, he looked up into your eyes once more and he just froze.

" Listen Steven, Im sorry about what happened and no child should have gone through that. You've always been helping other people and putting yourself at risk but- when was the last time you did something for you-- yourself? Why don't you maybe just get away from everything and clear your head a bit? That's why we're here in the first place. "

Steven couldn't help but nod at your words, he had no words as your thumb stroked the top of his hand in a comforting way.

" Have you ever been to a therapist or someone you can talk to? I'd definitely recommend seeing someone to at least get a lot of things off your chest and they can maybe help with some coping skills for you, I know a few how could help. "

It felt like a rush of regret, maybe telling you wasn't the best idea- the thought of seeing a doctor again sort of terrified him after what happened with Connie's mom.

" You don't have to if you don't want to--! "

Steven watched you blurt out, you were really good at reading him but he just stayed silent and watched the waves crash against the sand, your kids building lopsided sandcastles and digging holes.

It was strange.

You let go of his hand and whisked out your phone, scrolling away until you turned to him.

" I'll be one call away if you ever need help with anything. "

Steven entered his number and watched as you smiled, it was strange how you two easily got along.

" I should probably get going. It was nice to meet you (y/n) and I'll definitely think about that call, alright? "

Steven laughed nervously and stood up, holding his hand out for a handshake but you pulled him into a quick embrace and sent him off.

Steven continued his walk, walking around town replaying that whole interaction over and over again. It was awfully strange to him that a complete stranger wanted to help him out that much, was he also like that when he was younger?

It was nice though.

Notes : I am a complete amateur at writing- English is also not my first language so I'm sorry if anything is wrong and I just wanted to say thank you for reading!! It really means a lot and any constructive criticism is welcomed!

#steven universe #pink steven #platonic steven universe #steven universe x reader #second fanfic #aaaaaaa

[hermitkat]

Grian had been living alone for a while now. He had spent most of his time in single-player worlds, and even if he got together with friends, he always ended up alone at the end of the day.

This meant that he was accustomed to having to take care of everything himself. He got pretty decent at tending to his own injuries and making sure nothing got infected. Illness usually just meant he'd be out of commission for a while, spending it in his bed, trying to eat and drink when he had the energy. Health potions helped when he had access to them, though that was rare.

Back then, no one would really notice his absence unless he had had a collab planned. He usually had enough foresight to notify his friends if he wasn't going to be able to show up, so that didn't make much of a difference either. Telling people you had been a little ill usually satisfied them enough to not poke further if you looked well enough by then.

Hermitcraft, as it turns out, is a little different. Grian fell ill after only four weeks on the server, suddenly having been in contact with a lot more people than usual. He didn't think much of it, considering he didn't have anything planned with the others anyway. So he just stayed in his bed, mostly just staring at the ceiling or sleeping, waiting for the fever and pain to pass.

He quickly found out, however, that the Hermits didn't work like that. Within the second day of him being "missing", they begun to worry. On the third day, Mumbo decided to go looking for him, deciding that Grian likely wouldn't be so engrossed in his work for THAT long. Usually, he would at least read the messages sent to him, even if he didn't reply. He found his base easily and dove into the water to check on his friend.

He found the unconscious man lying in his bed, pale as a ghost, hot to the touch and clearly uncomfortable. He freaked out, immediately calling in X to help, as he trusted him a lot more than he did himself. The admin gladly helped him look after his friend and made a mental note to ask Grian why he hadn't asked for help with the state he was in when they found him. The hermits did already have healing potions by now.

When Mumbo first placed a wet rag on Grians head to lessen the fever he was sporting, he startled awake, confused as to why there were multiple people in his room. He tried to convince them that he was fine and didn't need assistance, but did eventually cave and let them help him. He wouldn't admit it, but it was nice being taken care of for once. It certainly made him feel a lot less miserable during his recovery.

When he managed to convince his friends that he was well enough to get back to work, X requested that he come visit his base before he started work again. "Just want to have a quick chat about something," he had said. He would be lying if he said that it didn't make him feel nervous. His mind was racing to try and figure out what might be wrong. Was he mad? Had he done something? Was he in danger somehow? It couldn't be anything good. Talks like that never were.

He gathered his courage and followed his admin without voicing his concerns. Might as well get it over with. Also, he was afraid he'd try to dip out due to the anxiety if he didn't force himself to do this right away. He was led into the little kitchen in Xisumas starter base, where the admin made them both tea and offered him biscuits that looked homemade. It didn't manage to calm him down completely, but the calm vibes of X and his cute little kitchen certainly did help.

And then it was time to talk. X looked serious, but his eyes were kind. There was, however, worry barely hidden behind his gaze.

"Are you ok? You seem nervous."

Grian nodded and made a quiet sound of affirmation, avoiding looking at the admin at all costs.

He decided to let it go. "Alright. I invited you here to talk about your behaviour."

Grian looked up at that, confusion and anxiety lacing his face. "What?" His voice was quiet and unsure. It made Xisumas heart ache.

"It's nothing bad! We're just worried about you and want to make sure that you know that you can reach out for help when you need it. All the Hermits are always willing and gald to help. You don't need to do everything alone, yknow?" X took a breath, realising that he had been rambling without taking any time to breathe.

Grian was looking at X, hus face not portraying any particular emotion. A quiet "Oh" was all that he managed to say.

"Sorry. Got a bit rambly there." X chucked quietly, rubbing the back of his head. He hadn't meant to talk so fast but Grians anxiety had made him anxious as well. "Just. When you're ill or injured or just need company. We will always be there for you, okay?"

"Yeah." Grian was nodding, finally having understood why he was here. "Sorry about not asking for help. I kinda forgot that was an option.." Now it was his turn to scratch his head and chuckle awkwardly.

X looked concerned: "Wha.."

"It's not you." He interrupted X quickly, sensing what he was thinking. "I've been living alone for so long I just... forgot, I guess? Just got used to having to tend to myself alone." He gave a small smile and a shrug, hoping to convey that this wasn't a big deal.

"Oh." X looked thoughtful, as if searching his memory for something. He shook his head lightly and smiled, saying, "That makes sense, then. I was worried you didn't think we would be willing to. Just know that we would love to help, yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded and was a bit surprised at himself, as he had not expected to trust these people so quickly. But everyone here was so sweet and considerate that he somehow didn't doubt it for a second. It would take some getting used to, but he was willing to try.

Both the men felt relieved. They fell into a comfortable quietness, both sipping at their tea occasionally. Eventually Grian remembered that he had actually meant to ask X about a couple things he had noticed, so they chattered on about random observations and funny stories for a while after both of their mugs had been emptied.

It was nice. Xisuma was glad to be talking with his new Hermit, happy that they now knew to ask for help. Grian had mostly kept to himself, so both of them savoured the easy conversation. Grian was just glad that his concerns about having a one on one talk with the admin had been unfounded. Eventually, they did part ways, getting back to work on their individual projects. Neither of them forgot that conversation, though.

#hermitcraft #grian #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft 6 #second fanfic #first time ever writing dialogue #still wayy to blunt for my taste #interesting exercise though

[goodwomanbadlady]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), The Bentley (Good Omens), The Bookshop (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Shax (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Song: Billie Jean (Michael Jackson), Attempt at Humor, I'm Bad At Tagging, Fanart Welcome, I can't draw, I hope you laugh cuz I did Summary:

He's not breathing. This is NOT happening. White blonde hair and a starkly white suit with an extremely familiar face did NOT just walk in here. He slams the last of the whiskey and almost storms out before he has to talk to HIM. He pauses, thinking. No, he's not going to leave. This is his scene. Aziraphale is the interloper here. It's obvious what he's here for. He must've had Muriel call for exactly that reason. The new supreme archangel isn't just going to be dropping by a club specifically out of his usual range purely to get a drink. What is he doing out of heaven anyway? Well, obviously Crowley is the target. He's not going to make reaching himself easy on the angel.

#good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #the bentley #i hope it's funny #fanart welcome #second fanfic

[toqiuh]

My friend showed me this new au yesterday and I've been possessed ever since

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml paris special #ml special #mlb fanart #I'm crying they're so cringefail #shoutout to miraculous production department for materializing every 13yo mlb fan's fanfics #we love to see it #skribbles #I'm also a firm believer that if marinette actually were evil paris wouldnt stand 2 seconds #so in my head this is a punk au

[ao3-shenanigans]

This came to me in a vision

#I wanna give second kudos so bad #alas ao3 prohibits me #ao3 shenanigans #memes #lotr #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic #fandom

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Remember like three weeks ago when I published my little Haikyuu fanfic and said that I wrote it mainly because the first fanfic I ever wrote was 100% angst and I didn't want that to be my first published work?

Well here's that angsty piece! Enjoy 2260 words of Miya Atsumu angst. I love him, I'm sorry to have hurt him this way and Furudate made him too easy to hurt, you have to admit. Technically there is more to this story and it has a happy ending but I don't know if/when I'll have the will, energy and time to write past the half of chapter 2 I have written so I'm just going to end it here for now. I probably won't change the chapter count on Ao3 unless I finish it though if I continue it I may post snippets here on this blog.

Anyways, here's the link, check it out and let me know what you think either here or in the Ao3 comments!

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

Buy me a coffee

#writing #Ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fandom #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintarou #ojiro aran #miya twins #soulmarks #soulmates #soulmate au #angst #sad fic #heartbreak #second fanfic #technically my first #link #ao3 link #archive of our own #ko fi account #Ace of all trades

[thecoramaria]

Fanfic readers trying to find another fic exactly like the last one they read:

#cora's original posts #just fanfic things #fanfiction #fanfiction memes #fanfic memes #just fanfiction things #fanfiction meta #fanfic meta #fandom culture #two cakes #second breakfast

[pachimation]

the past vs the present vs hat guy

#genshin impact #chiscara #scarachilde #childe #tartaglia #wanderer #scaramouche #i’m so happy they finally gave wanderer an official name with hat guy #whoopsie sorry for disappearing for a hot second i got really into another piece of media from like 2016 #spent like a week just reading through all the fanfics in the ao3 tag :’3 #my art

[turtleblogatlast]

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #donnie keeps the comms going on in the background as he works #when he gets to the end he’s like what the hell…where’s the rest #donnie: leo where’s part nine #leo barely cognizant after not needing sleep for months: whuh- #donnie: you can’t leave it at a cliffhanger. leo. leo where’s the next part. #listen leo has a great memory for his special interests this is CANON plus he’s a great talker so he would totally be able to do this frfr #whenever he needs to be quiet he’s SILENT but otherwise he’s regaling the exploits of his idols to the captive audience that is The Photo #sometimes Krang sneaks up on him and just listens to him talk like ???? #it starts both as leo trying to comfort himself with his favorite things PLUS comfort himself with thoughts of his father #as splinter makes his own crossover fanfiction when sick lol plus he’s Literally Lou Jitsu #and yes krang ALSO gets a bit invested #leo notices the reduction of Ouch but hey more time for rambling fanfic for him 👍 #idk leo’s a damn good actor/liar/planner/schemer and I genuinely think that can pivot into storytelling so well #the literal second mikey’s hands heal donnie zooms to his side with hand stabilizers and a request to draw ‘scene 82 from recording 3’ #mikey’s like what #so obvs now HE needs to listen as he works #he too gets invested #he comes across raph who mentions having trouble sleeping #mikey: have I got the podcast fanfic for you! #it only somewhat helps raph sleep #somewhat bc sometimes he forces himself to stay awake to hear the rest #yes these recordings go to the whole fam and leo is none the wiser #they don’t even mean to hide it it just never comes up lol #it’s only when donnie FINALLY makes it to the end of the recordings that he confronts leo to continue the story #leo: oH YOU HEARD ALL THAT HUH-

[coulsons-band]

pedro pascal doesn’t owe you shit.

it is absolutely fine to be disappointed by his absence at cannes. i am too. but he does not have to be there.

for whatever reason he’s pulling away from the attention. the esquire article talked about how guarded he is and his socials have really slowed down. maybe he’s unprepared or overwhelmed by all the tlou hype. i mean his follower count went up by the tens of thousands the day after the premiere. that’s insane.

but some of you have lost the plot. the ones wearing d*ddy’s little girl shirts in fucking public and yelling d*ddy at him at events and trying to convince everyone whether he’s queer or not and complaining there isn’t an explicit scene of him fucking in the strange way of life. it’s not a gay porn made for your fetish. ‘oh but narcos!!’ that’s called characterization. read literally any article from almodovar and understand why sex isn’t the point.

interacting with paparazzi content and making cute little edits - jfc. that’s creating demand and supply and paparazzi know no fucking boundaries. man’s got anxiety and no doubt the paps and fans watching his every move are probably making that worse.

let him make movies and rotate through his four shirts in peace. pedro pascal doesn’t owe anyone shit.

#pedro pascal #sex being the whole point is what fanfic’s for #i’m not getting into an argument over ‘he loves it!! he calls himself daddy!!’ #that was a joke you all took way too fucking far #what’s he going to say?? ‘stop i hate it’ #you’d all turn on him in a second #and make it worse being like ‘idc i’ll still do it’ #this is exhausting #this is why i backed off in 2021 #when that livestream with his friend was just inundated with people asking about pedro #he could have lost a friend over that bullshit #she speaks #well rants but eh

[zephyra-in-the-house]

Chapter 1 Summary for Second Chances

(Art Credit: @elirastudio )

Several months after LBD's defeat, Macaque remains in Megapolis despite his better judgment. One afternoon while lounging in his submarine, he gets a visit from the Monkey King who has brought him food.

While unexpected, Macaque finds himself reminded of a time a hundred years ago when Wukong and him got into a fight only for Wukong to take him back to Flower Fruit Mountain to nurse him back to health.

In the present, Wukong makes an irresistible offer. A chance to train MK again. Macaque initially thinks it's a joke. When he realizes it isn't, he outright refuses the offer. Wukong chases after him and asks him to reconsider but Macaque still says no.

(End Summary)

My duuuudes look at the fuckin artwork!! Holy shit man I am so excited to share this project with you guys! As some of you may know, I have been working on chapter summaries for Second Chances for a little while now and, just a few weeks ago, Elira came and suggested we do a collab and I said absolutely!! And I am so glad I did because Elira's artwork is absolutely stunning~ I mean just look at that!

So, give all of your love and support to Elira and we shall have more for you guys in the future!

#lego monkie kid #second chances #shadowpeach #lego macaque #lego sun wukong #fanfic #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lego mk

[leighsartworks216]

You Hate Me

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Sooooo I wrote this one morning when even just laying down had my knees hurting and I was like,, well what if Tav had that too? Also inspired by the fact I get to campus an hour early and still try to rush to the (empty) classroom instead of, ya know, taking advantage of the huge time buffer I give myself

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of joint pain, insecurity, crying, possibly OOC, clown mention

Word Count: 1,545

Masterlist

AO3

Just a bit further. A little further and then you could rest. If you make it to that tree - make it to that tree and you can sit down. Just a bit left to go.

It started almost a week ago. Unable to cope with all the traveling, your right knee started bothering you. With every step you could feel your kneecap shifting back and forth with a dull click. Then, it started to hurt. Nothing serious. If you walked slow enough, you could avoid it. But now every step sent shocks of pain up your entire leg. Your left knee joined the party this morning, removing any sense of relief you had while walking. Even sitting down didn't remove the pain, but you couldn't afford a day off.

Your companions noticed the changes, despite your best effort not to show any outward discomfort. You moved slower, the occasional grimace slipped through, they weren't traveling quite as far. You consider asking Shadowheart for anything that could ease the pain, but you already knew there was little she could do to help. So you grit your teeth and kept going.

Your foot stepped on uneven ground and you nearly dropped from the agony that shot through your whole body. Karlach worried you might actually just collapse. But you kept going.

Astarion couldn't bear it. None of them could - they hated seeing their intrepid leader fight their own body just to go a few more feet - but your struggle settled like a boulder in his stomach. Every time your face scrunched up, every hiss of your sharp inhales, felt like someone had stabbed a knife in his chest and was twisting it ever deeper. He hated the feeling.

With only a few long strides, he slipped from the back of the group to the front, walking alongside you. He had to change his normal gait just so he didn't surpass you. "Darling," he hummed quietly, just loud enough to keep the conversation between you two, "you should rest."

You shook your head. You didn't even spare him a glance. Your eyes didn't shift from the tree. "We're almost there," you dismiss. It's slightly breathless. Despite needing to walk slow to avoid the pain, you were pushing to go faster.

He tsked. "And how far do we still have left to go?" He tilted his head as he looked at you, already knowing whatever distance you said would be too far.

You nodded to a tree dead ahead. "Once we reach that birch, we can rest."

"That birch?" He pointed. "The birch tree that's nearly half a mile away?"

He could feel you bristle with his incredulous tone, but you didn't say anything.

He scoffed. "My dear, I can be stubborn at the best of times, but this is ridiculous! You're barely staying upright as it is."

"I'm fine-"

"No, you're not," he sharply cuts you off. He grabs your arm and pulls you to a stop, holding you there with enough force that you wouldn't slip out and keep going. You refuse to look at him even now. "You're wincing, your hands have been clenched for the last mile, and you keep stumbling. The tree will still be there if you just sit down for a minute."

The rest of the party watches from a distance. Far enough away they can just make out what Astarion's saying, especially as his voice rises in pitch the more frustrated he gets.

Standing still hurts. It's hard to say if it hurts more or less than walking; it just hurts. Your face is pinched as sharp jolts run up through your joints, like someone is poking you with a sewing needle. Walking, you decide, must be better than this.

"It's not that far," you insist, voice low. "And when we get there, we can-"

"Gods above, you're impossible! Fine. Fine! You want to get to that tree, fine." He lets go of your arm.

Before you can even take a step, he's sweeping you into his arms, supporting you with one arm under your back and the other hooked under your knees. The pressure hurts for a moment, but it quickly fades away. The lingering aches are from pushing yourself too hard. He begins marching once more toward your end goal.

You want to shout, to demand he put you down. But when you look up at his face, his eyes are sharper than usual, lips pulled into a tight frown and crease forming between his eyebrows. He's angry.

He's angry with you.

The words die in your throat. You hate being so dependent. You were the leader - you needed to be strong and fearless and without weakness. To receive help feels like someone plunging their hand between your ribs and stealing away a chunk of your worth. But seeing Astarion upset, upset with you, that stings far worse.

You avoid looking over his shoulder. You could just imagine their faces. How Lae'zel would scowl at you for being weak. How Gale's face would turn somber when he realizes you're not as capable as he thought. You couldn't bear it. So you press your forehead to Astarion's neck and stare at your lap.

There's an unwelcome burn at the back of your eyes. Shame floods your chest and crawls up your throat until it chokes you. Water pools along your lower lids and blurs your vision. You can't walk and now you're going to cry. Just how fucking pathetic can you be?

Astarion's head shifts and you can tell he's trying to look down at you. He's trying to see your face. Because he can feel you shaking in his arms. He can hear your lungs quivering as your breaths become uneven and choppy. You press your closed eyes against his throat and he can feel the hot tears against his skin.

His frown softens, though you can't see it. He slows down to a stop and tells the others to go on ahead, to the birch tree just there, and start working on setting up camp, but all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. Their faces become fraught with worry; Karlach is the last to go. She still looks back once or twice. Astarion finds a suitable rock and he sits.

"Shh, sweet thing," he cooes, voice no louder than a whisper. His arm around your back pulls you into his shoulder, hand tangling in your hair as he cradles you. His other hand rubs soothing circles along your thigh. You gasp around a sob, body curling further into itself, into him, as you release your emotions. "It's alright."

You strangle out an apology. It's wet and croaky and painful.

"Whatever for?" he asks.

"You're mad at me," you whimper.

He huffs. The frustration from before rises in him again just thinking about it. "Yes, I am."

He feels your breath catch in your throat, and the heaving breath you take after. "You hate me."

Astarion laughs, short and sharp. "Why would I hate you, dear? Because you're too stubborn for your own good?" You don't have a response for him. He kisses your head, wherever he can reach. "I'm mad because you put yourself out trying to solve all of our issues, but the moment you have one of your own, you refuse any help. You're going to tear yourself apart."

He sighs and rests his cheek atop your head. His fingers rub the nape of your neck, gently tugging at the hair there. You carry so much tension, it's a wonder your muscles haven't locked up from the stress.

Time passes slowly in his arms. It seems to take forever before you start to calm down, and even longer before your eyes have dried. He does nothing to speed the process aside from gently hush you when you try to choke out apologies.

You sniffle quietly. Your eyes are raw, and you're all too aware of the stain of water you've left on the vampire's neck. When you speak, it's a painful creak in your vocal chords. "You don't hate me?"

He presses another kiss to your head. "No, love, I don't hate you. Not unless you've done something truly horrific, like invite a clown to show up at camp in the middle of the night." You chuckle weakly. It's such sweet music. "Gods forbid you start donating to charity." You laugh this time, and Astarion's chuckle vibrates against your ear.

His fingers detangle themselves from your hair with one last gentle tug, and his arm wraps around your back once more. As though you weigh no more than one of his pillows, he stands once more with you in his safe grasp, and begins heading for camp. He can see Karlach up ahead light up when she sees you're finally on your way.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I just feel so... useless, like this."

"Please, stop apologizing," he begs, dramatically. "Just say 'thank you' and we can move on."

You peel your face from his skin, dried tears sticking you together. You wince at how disgusting this must be for him. You lean up and kiss his cheek. He smiles at the affection. "Thank you."

Softer, he says, "Of course, my love."

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[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Aegon Targaryen x Niece!wife

A/N: After watching the new trailer I just wanted to write a little something for Aegon

"Where is my wife?" Aegon asked, as he looked around the chamber. The hint of fear and heartbreak was masked by his anger. The maids and guards stood in the corner with fear in their eyes. "I am going to ask one more time, WHERE IS MY WIFE?" Aegon yelled, commanding an answer. 

"Your majesty...she...the Queen heard about the death of her brother Lucerys," One of the maids finally replied. "She...immediately left for Dragonstone with her dragon."

Aegon froze for a second, not able to process what he just heard. How can she leave? How can she leave after she assured him last night that she will always love him no matter what? How can she leave when she is carrying his child? This is why he didn't want to tell her about the death of her brother, at least not till he figured out how to break the news as gently as possible. 

Suddenly the crown on Aegon's head felt heavy, and it only got heavier and heavier by the second. His wife left him. His wife, his niece whom he has loved ever since he knew what love is, left him. She left with his child, the proof of their love inside her. 

Soon the anger creeped up again. Aegon looked at the guards and the maids who were assigned to his wife. "You...all of you failed to protect your queen," He said through his gritted teeth. "Throw them all in the cells," He commanded his guards, no mercy in his voice.

They all begged and cried but it was of no use. None of them deserve any freedom or the right to live after they failed to protect the queen. Failed to protect her from the heartbreaking news. 

Aegon looked around the room as he took off his crown and dropped it on the floor. Suddenly the entire place started to feel cold. The flowers he gave his wife in the morning are still by the bedside. The baby clothes his wife was sewing for their unborn child were left half done on the bed. His wife's favorite necklace was on the vanity. Everything was there where it's supposed to be, but his wife was not. She is gone. 

"It's okay. She is just a little upset," Aegon said to himself, his words coming out in between his heavy shaky breathing. He couldn't help as tears rolled down his face. "She loves me.  She will come back," He was trying to convince himself. "I will make sure she comes back to me.”

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[chiliger]

Comic page commissioned by @the-bad-batch-baroness of her fanfic “Suckers”

This page was such a delight to draw and the fic is hilarious, so everyone go read it 🤩

Commission Info

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[danytar]

“I will make them pay a hundred times over” [ King! Aegon!Targaryen X Sister!Wife!Reader ]

Warnings : anxiety - miscarriage - Blood and mention of murder - Incest

Summary : After the cheese and blood incident aegon's wife suffers from an early miscarriage and PTSD which make her husband to become extremely angry and sad about what happened to his children and wife.

The dance of dragons had begun and you were just realizing that as Aegon's sister wife, you will suffer the most. Being Aegon's queen wasn't easy. Rhaenyra's son Lucerys, who crowned herself queen at the Dragonstone, was killed.

And in response, rhaenyra's husband daemon sent two men calling themselves Blood & Cheese to kill Aegon and your son Jaehaerys. You begged the men to take your life. You begged them to kill you and your baby in your womb whose existence you learned a few days ago. But neither blood nor cheese accepted this. Your son Jaehaerys was murdered by them

Your precious son was killed before your eyes and you were unable to protect him or do anything could save him you were left in front of your son's headless body to drown in your resolve and shock.

Your screams shook the walls of the Red Keep Moments later, your husband rushed to you with his guards Your brother and mother have come with him as well The king's eyes fell on the body of his eldest son, who was brutally murdered Then he looked at you.. Your condition was miserable and difficult. You were kneeling on your knees and your tears were constantly flowing.

“Bring the person who responsible for this! now! Bring him to me!” Your husband shouted at the guards angrily.

The guards nodded and rushed to investigate the incident...while the servants were rushing in to clean the place and cover the body from your sight. Aegon knelt down next to you and hugged you tightly “My love- You interrupted him “It's a- all m-my faul-t!”. You spoke in a trembling voice.

“No. it's not”. He replied, trying to reassure you.

Before you could answer him again You felt your stomach clench and twist suddenly Your husband noticed your sudden behavior and your distance from his embrace “ Darling.. W- what's wrong? ”. he ask you.

But you felt so intense pain penetrating you that you could no longer hear anything else in the room. Your hands quickly slid under your dress to check out.. as soon you saw your fingers covered in your own blood You sighed quickly and looked at your husband “ The baby is coming”. you told him.

Your husband's eyes widened in shock and worry “Where's the FuCkin MaeSTeRs! ”. The king shouted. Your mother, the Queen Dowager, held your other hand and tried to comfort you “Relax, my dearest love, everything will be alright”.

But you knew one thing: the child in your womb would not survive Because you are still in the early stages of pregnancy. as soon as impossible you went into a very painful and difficult labor. You wished you the death hundred times to free yourself from this pain.

Even the midwives' words and encouragement did not make you happy Or at least relieve your pain. “You have to be strong my queen this is your third time on this bed”. Aegon comfort you and kisses the palm of your hand lightly.

“I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ”. you replies while you feel as if your insides are being torn apart. Your husband was by your side and your mother too. Despite your pain, you were unable to put your son’s body away from your mind, which made your pain worse. You were begging your husband to kill you and free you from this torment.

After a long struggle and a painful labor like hell, you gave birth to a deformed and underdeveloped boy. Your mother put her hand to her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. aegon was unable to speak, he was devastated. now he lost his firstborn son and his son who was in your womb It was hard for him and you You remained silent.. You didn't even have any tears left to cry..

“What happened?”. This question was on the back of your mind.. Weeks ago, you and your husband were lying together, suggesting names for your new baby..

and yet this happens to your happy family ofc it wasn't your choose everything was out of your control. It was not your fault or your husband's fault.

It was very painful for you to see the bodies of your children preparing to be consumed by fire. aegon was by your side, holding your hand to support you mentally and emotionally.

Of course, seeing his dear queen in this state shattered him into small fragments... but he did not want to show it in front of others. He did not want to show his weakness in front of people or in front of you at this moment because you needed him.. You needed his support now.

Later, you were sitting in your chair next to the fire with a cup of wine in your hand to bury your sadness and pain in it. The room was very silent. You were so sad and broken that you did not even bother to attend the council with your husband. Your precious son is now dead and you have lost your child.. What is the benefit of the council now?

Aegon entered the room quietly, with clear signs of fatigue on his face he saw you there drinking, trying to console yourself with those cups He slowly walked towards you as he said “What was done to Jaehaerys will not go unpunished. I swear. I will avenge our son”.

you heard him talking and you stopped drinking for a moment, then sighed quietly and you answered him with a hoarse, Your voice was like a whisper “I will avenge him.. we will average our son.. ”.

Aegon looked back at you, holding your hand. His eyes looked a little drunk and filled with rage.“What they did to Jaehaerys...”.

He couldn't even finish his words and instead clenched his fist as his face went red with rage. He gulped from his cup and then said.

“I promise you, I will avenge his death. I will make them pay.”

you looked at him and replies with an angry and sad tone in your voice. “ I don't want you to promise me.. I want them DEAD!”.

His gaze was intense, and you could see the rage in his eyes. A low growl came from his throat. He looked as if he was on the verge of bursting with rage.

“I won't just promise you... I won't just avenge Jaehaerys and then let that be the end of it. I will burn them all... I will make them suffer.”

His voice was full of hatred and his hand gripped your hand tightly. Still looking at you with burning eyes, he added.

“I am tired of losing people I love. I won't sit still and do nothing while they tear me down piece by piece”.

He was now standing and he looked even more furious.

“Rhaenyra will not have her happiness. She has to suffer for what happened. I will not wait, I will not be patient. I will act as soon as possible”.

Your eyes filled with tears again and you swallowed trying to speak “Please.. do". Your words were incoherent and broken.

“He was our son.. our sweet boy”. She whispered hoarsely

Aegon was angry, but his face changed. Anger and coldness was replaced by something warm as he looked at your tear-filled eyes. His face softened as he saw your broken voice. He still was angry and raging but he also realized that you were broken as well.

He kneeled in front of you, still holding your hand, and his face now looked at yours. He took your other hand as well. He was angry, but not with you. He couldn’t take his eyes off yours, and his expression was tender.

“Shhh.. everything will be alright my dearest I promise”. he replies then he moved closer to hug your head to his chest.. You sobbed into his chest like a little girl...while he gently stroked your silver hair and kissed your head.

“They will pay for every single tear that falls from you eyes”. he whipped

Your grip on his collar tightened.. You slowly lifted your head from his chest and looked at his face He slowly leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck The two of you exchanged desperate kisses..

You both broke the kiss and looked at each other.. then he said “I will make them pay a hundred times over.. ”.

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[targaryen-dynasty]

SWEET POISON.

Aegon II Targaryen x niece!Reader

Cregan Stark was a decent man, but your heart yearned for the man from whom this marriage would tear you away. Yet you were ignoring him to keep the liaison between you a secret – much to your uncle's infuriation.

WORDS: 2.7 K

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; NON/DUB-CON, canon typical incest/targcest (uncle x niece), (semi) public sex, p in v, slight fingering, dacryphilia, slight petting, humiliating, degrading, choking, spitting, mean/dark/jealous/possessive!Aegon, female Reader (with Targaryen traits -> silver hair, lilac eyes)

NOTES: Written for @lovelykhaleesiii 🥰 You prefer the uncle x niece trope? Say no more! Thank you so much! 🤭

The arrangement between you and Cregan Stark made more than sense to tie the North to your mother’s side of the family. Especially if Aegon should ever choose to assert his claim to the Iron Throne, despite not being appointed heir by your grandsire. 

It was a good plan, and nothing more than a political arrangement. 

You had met Cregan once before the King’s official announcement of your betrothal and the supper he hosted in honor of it, and while he was a decent man, your heart yearned for the man from whom this marriage would tear you away. 

All evening you had to endure the cold stare of Aegon. And while his eyes usually were glued to you with a certain softness that caused you to get lost in them, they did nothing more than burn with fury at the end of the feast. 

But the announcement of your betrothal was not the trigger, you had informed Aegon beforehand a few nights ago. It was the way you clung to Cregan’s hand as he guided you to the dance floor. The way you smiled and laughed whenever the Stark made a joke. And if this didn’t fuel his jealousy, you not paying any attention to him at all certainly did. 

The whole night long.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of the match made for you, but you were just too afraid to look at Aegon once you’d noticed your mistake, for your uncle was known to be quick to anger and slow to forgive. And you weren't sure if you were ready to face the dragon’s wrath. 

The liaison between you was a secret. You were sure your mother and stepfather would feed you to their dragons, if it were to become known to them that your uncle had broken your maidenhead the night you turned ten-and-nine. But the agreement of secrecy seemed to be long forgotten by said uncle, his jealousy clearly taking over. 

It was no surprise that, when you eventually exited the throne room as the feast was nearing its end, a shadow in the form of Aegon trailed behind you like a predator waiting for the right moment to seize its prey. 

And seizing you he did, once the hallways became more dimly lit and lonelier. 

There was an urgency in him when he not-so-gently fisted your hair to pull you back, shoving you into one of the keeps alcoves. He didn’t have to speak first, as there was no need for him to phrase what bothered him. You knew all too well what plagued his mind.  

“He–We–We are betrothed,” you whimpered, lips pulling into a pout while your head was firmly pressed against the stone wall of the alcove by Aegon’s hand around your throat, “do not be mad at me.”

Your heart was racing, pounding against the confines of your ribcage with Aegon’s large hand trailing over the bodice of your dress, fisting the skirts of it to lift it enough for his hand to snake underneath. “Are you really sulking now?” he growled, breath reeking of Arbor red as it fanned over your face. His thumb started to circle over the dampened spot in the center of your smallclothes, teasing your little bud. Your small hand reached for his wrist, though you weren’t sure if you wanted to claw his hand off your throat or if you used the grip to keep yourself grounded. 

The sound of pleasure that left your lips was the epitome of pathetic, and the volume of it had embarrassment coloring your cheeks and neck in a bright red. Your bottom lip trembled, and, despite the pleasurable sensations that rippled through your core at the ministrations of his thumb, you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp. “Y-Yes!” you all but whined, though you tried your best to keep your voice low considering you were still kind of out in the open, barely shielded by the alcove. 

Aegon flashed you a lazy smirk when you focused your eyes from the bawdy tapestry hanging on the wall behind him, finally meeting his eyes. “Then quit the sulking before I give you something to sulk about, niece.” 

It was well-known that Aegon was not a proficient warrior, unlike his younger brother, yet this did not mean that he wasn’t strong. His grip on your throat was tight enough to lock you in place, rendering you immobile, and when he placed one thigh between yours, you knew all hope for you was lost.  

“Mayhaps I must drag you back to the Throne Room…,” he muttered, tilting his head to the side as he assessed you, watching your eyes grow wide with fear. “... bend you over the table to claim you in front of everyone. Mayhaps this will show my half-sister that you belong to me.” 

You tried to cower, lilac eyes flickering between the emeralds on his gold chain and his mocking expression. “Gods,” you breathed, the thought sending shivers down your spine, “p-please, no–” Your words were cut off by your own gasp when two of his thick digits pushed the linen of your smallclothes aside to scarcely drag through your soaked mound, barely using any of your arousal to slide inside without a warning.

But, as quick as his fingers had entered you, they withdrew again, resuming to rubbing your little bud.

“P-Please,” Aegon mocked with a dry chuckle, pushing his lips into a pout to mimic the one you had made before, “you are so pretty when you beg.” The backhanded compliment seemed to be enough to dull your inhibitions, allowing a warmth sensation to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “I know you like it, sweetling,” his head dips forward, looking you down with a sharp expression, “when I treat you like the common whore you are, taking right after your mother.” 

And just like that, the warmth vanished, bringing you back to the cold reality and the predicament you had found yourself in. Perhaps you should have seen it coming sooner, having witnessed all the oh so cruel jokes he had made at the expense of his own kin, his younger brother. But why did a part of you crave his cruelness so much? 

Your body was torn between feeling a hunger for him and being humiliated by him, the interplay of both leaving you utterly confused. When you turned your head to the side to escape his mocking stare, and hide the tears rolling down your cheeks, Aegon was quick to force you to meet his gaze again, his hand releasing your throat, so his fingers could not-so-gently dig into your cheeks. 

“You look at me when you cry,” he commanded, seemingly enjoying the power he held over you, compensating for something he lacked in his everyday life. “Those tears belong to me,” he said, gathering some of them with the pad of his thumb, “just like this sweet cunt of yours. You belong to me, not to that cunt of a Stark. Am I understood?”

When you didn’t answer, he spoke again, but not without spitting on your cheek first, feeding the shame and the humiliation you felt. 

“Am I understood?” 

Your face grew burning hot with the realization of what he had done, your mouth agape, but before he could spit on you for a second time, you were quick to manage a short whimper of ‘y-yes.’

His lilac eyes were dark blown, a perverted desire flickering in them, and letting you know you were right about the dragon’s wrath. He loomed over you like a vulture, and shielded your small frame from the few people passing the alcove on their way.

“You are so fortunate, little niece. Do you know what other ladies would do to be in your place, to be desired by the future King of the Seven Kingdoms? And how many other ladies would want to be you right now?” You couldn’t bring yourself to correct him, stating that your mother was proclaimed heir long before he was born, as you were too afraid to make your misery even worse. “Many noble lords would kill for their daughter to take your place,” he said, “you should thank me for only wanting you.”

You swallowed thickly, and your voice betrayed you. Instead of giving him the answer he desired, a pathetic moan slipped past your lips, only topped by your legs buckling beneath your weight at the impact of his words, of his possessiveness. His hand found your throat again, keeping you steady. 

“Lo iksā daor jāre naejot gaomagon skoros vestran, nyke kessa jurnegon syt iā riña bona kessa.” The High Valyrian slipped past his lips with so much ease, the shock on your face was evident. Never before had you heard him speak the tongue of your ancestors, not even knowing if he could speak it. But the smoothness of his voice, and the lack of accent, made it clear the lazy prince had been a dutiful scholar. “Āeksio Borros iksis gīmigon naejot emagon izula tali. Kostilus mēre hen zirȳ kessa gaomagon.” If you are not going to do what I say, I shall look for a lady that will. Lord Borros is known to have four daughters. Perhaps one of them will do. 

Even though no one would know he casted you aside for one of the Four Storms, you resented the thought and the shame it would bring you. “No,” you pleaded, more tears brimming in your eyes, causing your vision to grow blurry. “B–But please let us take this to your chambers,” you whined, “I am scared of someone seeing us.... me.” 

“Silence,” Aegon purred, his tone a stark contrast from the harsh one he had used prior. He bowed his head forwards to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, licking up the tears that had run down, before his lips pressed a kiss to your temple. “But in my apartments no one will know you are mine, sweetling.”

So lost in the softness of his voice and the warmth of his breath, you hardly registered him undoing the laces in his breeches, only just lowered enough for him to free his hard cock. Once that was done, he lifted one of your thighs to wrap it around his hip, which brought you close enough to his cock to feel it prodding against your cunt. 

“We–We can’t,” you tried to protest, wiggling out of his grasp. But Aegon was adamant, keeping his hand locked around your thigh as he solely relied on the hardness of his cock to breach your core instead of using his hand to guide it in. “Not here… please, uncle,” your voice was reduced to a whimper, and the despair audible. A thousand thoughts flashed before your eyes, the most prominent one being either your mother and stepfather, or even Cregan himself, finding you mid-act. 

“I decide where I take you,” he growled your name in a condescending manner, displaying his raw need to prove himself and show the dominance he held over you, “and if I wanted to fuck you in the small council chamber during a meeting, then so be it.”

You released a shuddered breath, and the memories of the delicious stretch his cock brought you clouded your mind to the point you couldn't intervene, only to be revived a split second later with him slowly but surely pushing in. Every ridge and vein of his cock dragged along your inner walls, not making the burning of the stretch any more pleasurable than the countless times he had had you before. 

He tilted your head back to expose your throat to him, allowing him to nibble your skin as he started to thrust his hips into yours. His teeth dragged along your throat over to the curve where your neck met your shoulder, and you couldn’t tell if he left any marks or not – even if he did, you didn’t care at this point. 

The snaps of his hips weren’t particularly fast or harsh, but deep and determined enough to make your breathing hiccup each time the tip of his cock brushed the sweet spot within you. When one thrust seemed a bit rougher than the others, you released a moan that was a tad too loud for your own liking, but alas, the man in front of you didn’t think so, and was quick to change his pace to coax even louder sounds of pleasure from you. 

“Be quiet,” the silver haired prince teased, yet he didn’t do anything to stifle or mitigate your moans, “we do not want to raise any more attention, do we?” The tone of his voice was so wicked, and you damn well knew that was exactly what he wanted. If anyone was to see you two, nothing would stand in his way to get you all for himself. Not Cregan Stark, and not even your stepfather himself, the Rogue Prince. 

It was far too easy for him to lose himself in you. Despite some people passing you two, exchanging hushed whispers or releasing disgusted gasps, he couldn’t stop entering you over and over as you bit back on every sound of bliss his thrusts issued forth from your lips. 

The hand that cupped your cheek was put behind your head to support it, and allow him to thrust harder into you, each thrust forcing you against the cold stone wall. Perhaps it was the possibility of being caught by your own kin, or being defiled by him so openly, but your peak approached you far too quickly, more so as he adjusted his hips and brought your other leg up around his waist to make his cock reach an angle that had you gasping, whining and clenching around him ever so tightly. 

“Go on,” he rasped, tilting his head forwards slightly to lick a flat stripe from the crook of your neck up to your ear, harshly biting down on your earlobe once. “Be a good girl and wet my cock, niece.”

It seemed that all your encounters before had taught your uncle one valuable lesson, because, when you eventually did what he said and your peak crashed over you with soaring pleasure, he moved his hand to clasp it over your mouth to stifle all the moans and whines that escaped your throat. You were loud when peaking, and perhaps that was even too loud for the corrupted prince. 

“That’s it,” he purred, “making a mess all over my cock. Just how I like it.”

With a grunt, he reached between your bodies to rub your little bud, prolonging your high and intensifying the feeling of your body erupting in flames as your arousal dripped down his twitching cock. 

Your cunt squeezed Aegon tight enough for him to reach his peak with one final thrust, and, when his cock spent itself deep inside of your trembling walls, his hips stilled. It surprised you he didn’t pull out right after, staying nestled inside of you just a few moments longer until his breathing settled back to normal. 

Your senses came back slowly, until it didn’t feel like a haze anymore, and made you terribly aware of what had happened. His hands ran over your arse before he lowered you back on the ground, a smug smirk gracing his features. 

“Do you know that once I am king, I shall fly North to claim what is mine. You. And I do not care if I must burn down Winterfell or feed that Northerner to Sunfyre. I will come and I will take you.” The determination with which he said it rendered you speechless, as it was far from the Aegon you got to know growing up, and you feared for what the future might hold. 

That night in your chambers, when you had changed into a black shift, you stood in front of the mirror and watched your reflection. Upon looking more closely at your neck, you spotted a purplish bruise right at your throat, and it appeared that mayhaps your uncle’s wish might be fulfilled sooner than anticipated when you had to face your mother in the morrow to break your fast.

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