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iamyourdailydoseofbi · 8 months

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Hii I was wondering if maybe you could write a Aemond Targaryen fic? Where Aemond is like Gomez Addams and he says, "Look at her --I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way --what bliss." With maybe even a taylor swift song? Thanks :))

EITHER WAY WHAT BLISS ( House of the Dragon x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! I love this idea! He does ( lowkey ) give off this vibe <3

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Tully! Reader

prompt: Aemond is willing to die for the Reader if it means he'll get an ounce of her love.. ( The inspo was 'Gorgeous' by Taylor Swift. )

key: h/c = hair color, Dahlia = random servant girl, Evan Tully

word count: 2,000+ words

Brushing away a strand of white hair from their face, Y/n scans the rows of men, her eyes lingering on her brother Brynden. Her name day was supposed to be a small affair between her family and her bethorthal’s. But, the King was stubborn and insisted on having a Tourney at the very least. So, she’d be sitting through at least an hour of jousting, games of archery, and grueling duels. Not exactly what she wanted to do on her name day. But, what can she do?

Picking at her bottom lip, Brynden gives her a weak smile as he adjusts his armor, her heart clenched tightly. He could barely hold a sword, and of course, he had to enter a bloody swordsman match. Feeling Dahlia nudge her side hard, she snaps out of her daze, her cheeks flushing red from embarrassment. Shit. Turning to look at Dahlia, she tries to smile as the black haired girl continues to ramble away about something about men and their ‘walks’.

“I bet you my finest necklace, that knight. The one in black armor is really fine under that helmet.” Dahlia giggles, twirling a strand of her hair.

“Oh? How do you know that? For all you know he’s got the face of a donkey. How good he looks in armor, doesn’t mean that he’s that good in regular clothes.” Y/n scoffs, following Dahlia’s eyes.

“It’s the walk. Look at how he holds himself. A fine looking man walks with a little extra pep in his step. Like he knows that the moment he removes that helmet, girls are going to swoon over him.” Dahlia smirks, “Just like your little Prince.”

“Just because you want to fuck my betrothed does not mean that I wish to hear about it, Dahlia. Keep that talk for the other maids.” Y/n scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I am envious that you, little Y/n Tully, are going to call that man her husband. The ungodly things I would do make him look at me the way he does to you. He looks at you like you crafted the moon and stars.” Dahlia rambles, a dreamy look on her face.

Scoffing at Dahlia’s teasing, she narrows her eyes at the knight, inspecting the black armor he adorned. His face was hidden under his helmet. Looking for some kind of hint of which house he was from, the only thing that was kind of a hint was the sapphire blue cape he was wearing. But, even then it could mean nothing. Tilting her head to the side, she didn’t like that the man was a mystery, why was he hiding? What was he hiding? Watching as he strolls over to Brynden, she stands up a little straighter in her seat, her jaw clenching. If he so much as touched a hair on her baby brother’s head, she’d make Maegor the Cruel seem like a baby compared to her.

“Brynden will be fine, Y/n.” Dahlia reasons, but her voice is weak.

“Brynden cannot even hold a sword upright.” Y/n argues, “Not to mention he’s got two left feet!”

“Well you’ve always looked rather pretty in black?” Dahlia weakly smiles.

“Dahlia!” Y/n scolds, shooting her friend a look.

“I know! But, at least he’ll look good dying?” Dahlia cringes at her own words, “I don’t know! I don't really know what to say..”

Slapping Dahlia’s shoulder, the pit in her stomach only worsens, her face curling up in anger and uneasiness. She did not have any other siblings but Brynden. He was her whole world. Her baby brother. She had practically raised him! She was the one to teach him how to say his first words. She was the one who taught him how to walk. She was there to teach him how to handle a horse. How to be a just and kind Lord. How to be the perfect husband. She did everything that a parent would do. Except how to hold a sword.

Picking at her bottom lip with her teeth, she slowly rises from her seat, pacing back and forth in place. She wouldn’t be able to stomach her baby brother getting hurt. It’d kill her, surely! Feeling Dahlia grab her arm, she’s pulled from her darkening thoughts. The taste of blood floods her mouth. Shit. Wiping her bottom lip clean of blood, she’s aware of the eyes that now shifted onto her. The maiden of the day. Aemond Targaryen’s betrothed. The sweet little Tully girl born with white curls. The Enchantress of the Realm.

"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like..I might sink and drown and die.."

“If that was your attempt to make me feel better, it failed..” Y/n breaths out, “Perhaps, I should just talk to him about pulling out. It’s not too late..”

“My Lady…” Dahlia tries, but Y/n doesn’t hear her.

“Do not try to talk me out of this, Dahlia. I will not allow my brother to make a fool of himself, or worse kill himself.” Y/n shakes her head, “I have made my mind! Come let us⎯”

“It’s your future husband..” Dahlia speaks through her teeth.

“You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face..'Cause look at your face..gorgeous...”

Furrowing her brows at Dahlia’s odd words, the black haired girl turns her around, forcing her to look down. Shit. She finds herself staring down at Aemond, the mysterious knight in black armor. Her face flushes a bright red from embarrassment. The knight they had⎯Well the knight Dahlia was gawking at was Aemond. Staring at him with wide eyes, Dahlia nudges her side, trying to snap her out of her little daze. But, it feels like her tongue is made of lead. Looking him up and down, his long white locs are braided back from his face, but a few stray strands frame his face. There’s a small smirk on his face, as he adjusts his armor. Gods almighty, he looked gorgeous in armor.

“And I'm so furious..At you for making me feel this way..But what can I say? You're gorgeous..”

“Aemond..” Y/n breathes out, “You're the blue knight..I..I thought you didn’t give a shit about Tourneys?”

“I don’t. But, it would be a shame if I did not participate in my future-brides Name Day Tourney.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip.

“I..Aemond, could you..?” She chews on her bottom lip, “Could you possibly? Please watch out for my brother?”

“I will.” He nods, making her smile gratefully.

“Thank you.”

He kept his word, or at least that was what Dahlia was telling her. She hadn’t dared to open her eyes just yet. She didn’t not care if that made her a coward. She just couldn’t stand to watch the fights and not think about her brother while men pummeled each other with swords. Squeezing Dahlia’s hand tightly, she tenses at the call of her brother’s name and Aemond’s. Her eyes shoot open, her jaw dropping slightly. No. No. No. No. That couldn't be right! She must have misheard! Sharply turning her head to the fighting circle, she bolts from her seat, leaning against the railing. Her nails dig into the wood like a cat’s would. Her eyes are flickering between the two of them.

One of them would get hurt, she was sure of it, whether it be intentional or not. Her breathing grows ragged, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She was afraid that it would jump out of her chest. Watching as they raise their swords, she stuck in a trance as they slowly circled each other. Their swords collide, her eyes shutting tightly at the horrid sound of metal against metal. Biting her lip, she doesn’t know why her eyes peel open, but her heart stops in her chest as she catches the sight of Aemond falling to the ground. His sapphire blue cape slowly turned red. She nearly faints at the sight of red, he’s bleeding. Oh gods..He was bleeding.

“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah..”

“AEMOND!” She shouts, the words escaping her lips before she can stop it.

“My Prince!” Someone shouts, their voice a blur in her mind.

No. No. No. No. Watching with blurry eyes as Maesters rush to him, she wants to bolt to him, but her legs are frozen in place. Brynden drops his sword, the realization creeping on his face. Feeling Dahlia’s arms wrap around her, it seems like the Arena explodes with chaos in an instant. Everyone is shouting loudly. Guards are rushing around in every direction. But, throughout the chaos her eyes are on him. Her Aemond.

“He’ll be okay…” Dahlia reassures, “Maesters are tending to him..”

“Take me to him.” Y/n breaths out, tears flooding her eyes.

“Y/n..” Dahlia nervously warns, “I..I don’t think we should. Not right now at least.”

“Take me to him.” Y/n repeats, her voice more firm than before.

Shooting Dahlia an icy glare, Dahlia chews on her lip before nodding her head at the request, a nervous look on her face. What if it was bad? What if he died? Would Brynden be punished? Gods, how in the Seven bloody hells did this happen? Following Dahlia, she picks up her skirt, her eyes searching for the white haired man that was to be her husband. Pushing past frantic Lords and Guards, it felt like an invisible force had her by the throat, squeezing her lungs and throat with each step she took closer to a bleeding out Aemond.

Seeing him laying on the ground, his chest piece was removed, his white tunic cut open to reveal the rather gnarly gash on his stomach. Tears flood her eyes at the sight before her. Covering her mouth with her hand, she rushes to his side, her eyes scanning every little detail that she can. His chest was moving up and down, he was drenched in sweat and dirt. That was a good thing. Looking at his face, his eye patch was removed, his hair completely unbraided and spread around him like a halo.

“Oh..Aemond..” She whispers, petting his sweat soaked hair.

“My Lady, you should not be here.”

“He is my husband to be, I will not be leaving.” She argues, turning back to Aemond. “Aemond, are you okay, love?”

“I am fine. Do not worry.” He grunts, clenching his jaw.

Staring into his eyes, she tenses up at the sight of his missing eye-patch. Fuck, he looked gorgeous with that scar. Looking up at her, he notices her attention on his face. Lifting a hand to touch his face, his face drains of color when he doesn’t feel the leather of his eye-patch. He had been purposeful in hiding his scar from the world. He didn’t want to be viewed as a monster. But, she looked at him with such softness in her eyes. Hunching over him, she casually places her hand over his eye, hiding his eye from everyone. Giving him a small nod, his breathing grows shaky.

“You dodged his attack. But, not like someone as experienced with a sword as you are, would. Why?” Dahlia asks, narrowing her eyes at Aemond.

“Look at her, I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way⎯what bliss.” He whispers, High Valyrian flowing off his tongue.

“You are a lovestruck fool, Aemond Targaryen.” Dahlia scoffs, “I hope this is the bloodloss talking.”

“What did you say?” Y/n furrows her brows, “Dahlia..?”

“He didn’t want to risk hurting your brother. That he rather he be the one hurt and not your brother. Come, let us reassure your little brother that he hasn’t killed your beloved.” Dahlia lies smoothly, nodding her head at Aemond.

Y/n looks between Dahlia and Aemond unsure, chewing on her bottom lip. She didn’t know enough High Valyrian to understand what the two of them were discussing. But, she trusted Dahlia enough to take her word for it. Opening her mouth to speak, Aemond grabs onto her hand, stopping her. Looking down at Aemond, her cheeks flushing involuntarily, her heart was pounding frantically in her chest. She wanted him to keep on looking at her like that.

“Go..” He nods, "I will be fine."

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mariclerc · 3 months

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hiiiii, can i request a story of a special anniversary dinner with charles? ❤️

Thank you for this request, I thought it was something very cute and I decided to do it because it is a very nice idea. I hope you can enjoy it! ❤️

An unforgettable anniversary♡ | cl16

Summary: Where Charles makes his anniversary something totally magical and incredible for both of you, all for his special girl.

Warnings: Nothing, just Charles being adorable and a hopeless romantic with you... And maybe a little bit of an intimate moment at the end.

Author note: My requests are open in case you like stories from any other driver ;)

You're standing in front of your closet, a million dresses laid out before you. Charles sits on the bed, watching you with amusement like he always do.

"Still haven't chosen, mon amour? You look adorable in every one, you know." He said with a smile on his face.

"I don't know, Charles. I want everything to be perfect tonight. It's our anniversary!" you said while blushing a little.

"It already is perfect, mon petit chou... Just being with you is all I could ever ask for." He said as he walked towards you and then wrapped his arms around your waist.

"But I want it to be special for you too. You always make every day and night special for me." you turned around in his arms.

"Well, then I guess I have to step up my game, don't I?" He said chuckling and then he scans the dress. "Hmm, that emerald green one would make your eyes sparkle like stars. But maybe the sapphire blue is more your style?"

"You're terrible! I can't decide!" You smiled.

He picks up the green dress "Here, let me help you princess." He helps you into the dress, his touch sending shivers down your spine when he helps you zip up your dress. "See? You look absolutely breathtaking!"

"You really think so?"

"I know so! You're the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out." his gaze is intense on you.

He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. Your heart melts at his action.

"You make me feel like I can fly." You murmured against his lips.

Pulling back with a grin. "Then let's go soar, my little angel." He takes your hand and leads you out of the apartment.

At the restaurant, Charles asks for a secluded table in a dimly lit corner. He pulls out your chair and you slide in, feeling like you are the only people in the world.

"This table is for serious lovebirds only, you know?" he said while smiling conspiratorially.

"Oh really? And what kind of lovebird am I?" you said as you giggled.

He thinks while having a gleam in his eyes. "Hmm, let me see. You're my delicate hummingbird, with a heart that beats like a hummingbird's wings. You're my shy orchid, blossoming only for me to see."

"And you?" you asked teasingly.

"I'm your loyal hawk, always soaring above, protecting you with my wings. I'm your sunbeam, chasing away the shadows and making you laugh."

You both erupt in laughter, your shyness forgotten for a moment. The night unfolds with delicious food, stolen kisses, and whispered secrets. Charles makes you blush with his compliments, and you call him your "mon coeur battant" - your beating heart.

As you walk back to your apartment, hand-in-hand with Charles, the city lights paint playful patterns on the pavement. Your laughter echoes in the quiet street, the memory of your nicknames still tingling on your lips. Reaching your front door, Charles turns to you with a twinkle in his eye.

"This isn't the end of our anniversary celebration, mon chou. Not yet."

He pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket, his smile warming you from the inside out. Your heart quickens, a butterfly landing in your stomach.

"Charles, is that...?"

He opens the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a single glittering pendant – a star, just like the ones twinkling above.

"My little star deserves to shine even brighter. Will you do me the honor of wearing it, mon amour?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you nod, speechless. He gently clasps the necklace around your neck, he kissed the back of your neck as he released the necklace, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Every time you look at it, remember that you light up my world, just like these stars light up the night."

You lean in, your lips meeting his in a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of champagne and chocolate lingers on your tongues, a sweet reminder of the delicious evening. As you pull away, breathless, Charles pulls you close.

"Now, come on, my star. I have another surprise for you."

He takes your hand and leads you back inside, disappearing down the hallway. You follow, curiosity swirling in your stomach. He stops in front of the living room, and as you step through the doorway, your jaw drops.

The room is transformed. Fairy lights twinkle across the ceiling, casting a soft glow on the space. Candles flicker on the coffee table, surrounded by rose petals and scattered photographs – snapshots of your journey together. A jazz melody plays softly in the background, setting the mood for romance.

"Welcome to our second act, mon petit chou. A night just for us, under the stars."

He smiles, his eyes reflecting the candlelight. Your heart overflows with love and gratitude. Tonight, with your own personal galaxy swirling around you, you know this anniversary will stay etched in your memory forever. Charles pulls you closer, his warm hand finding yours.

"Dance with me, mon étoile," he murmurs, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate.

The jazz melody swells, inviting you to sway. You glance at the scattered photos on the coffee table, each one a precious memory: your first date at the Italian restaurant, laughing as you tried to pronounce the gnocchi; the adrenaline rush of skydiving together in Dubai, Charles cheering you on as you leaped out of the plane; the quiet joy of baking cookies in your tiny kitchen, flour dusting your faces like snow. Every moment, no matter how extravagant or simple, has a very special memory in you.

A smile blooms on your face. You take his outstretched hand, stepping closer to him. He guides you into a slow waltz, his touch light but firm. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, the rhythm of the music weaving its way through your souls.

As you dance, you lose yourself in the warmth of his gaze, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, secrets shared only under the twinkling fairy lights. He spins you out, then pulls you back close, his breath tickling your cheek.

Charles dips you low, his eyes smoldering with desire. Your heart pounds in your chest, a drum solo echoing against the silence.

He pulls you up, his hands trailing up your back, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice a husky whisper.

"Shall we make our own constellation tonight, mon amour?"

The world shrinks to just the two of you, the fairy lights blurring into a starry canvas. You answer him with a trembling kiss, your lips melting into his. He guides you to the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken promises.

The rest of the night unfolds like a dream. Laughter mingles with moans, the rhythm of your hearts a counterpoint to the soft glow of the candles. You explore each other's bodies, rediscovering the familiar and reveling in the unknown.

In the quiet aftermath, you lie curled up beside Charles, his arm wrapped protectively around you. You trace the star necklace with your fingers, its cool metal a soothing touch against your skin.

"Charles," you whisper, your voice husky with love, "this was the most perfect anniversary ever."

He kisses your forehead, his lips warm against your skin.

"Every day with you is an anniversary, ma chérie," he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep. "And tonight, we made our own constellation."

Sleep overtakes you, the warmth of your love a comforting blanket against the night. Above you, the fairy lights twinkle, whispering secrets only you and Charles can hear. The night has ended, but the magic of your anniversary has just begun.

#charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x you

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tyrramint · 3 months

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Happy Lockwood & Co. Big Bang!!! :D I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating with @The_Dreamer_Half_Alive (on Ao3 :) on her fic for the @lockwoodandcobigbang2023 event; set post TEG, it’s truly so lovely and heartwarming, and I had so much fun doing a piece for it! We very much hope you enjoy :)

Link to the fic!!!! (the horror of the night melt away) under the warm glow of survival of the day

(Closeups below the cut :D) (because I ended up making it too wide to be easily seen in full lol) (plus ~artistic commentary~)

(SPOILERS FOR FIC CONTENT)

Okay, so I tried to put a bunch of little easter eggs from the fic and just in general in here, so if you’re interested:

Alright, to start off, I was generally very inspired by them getting a record player; I thought it was very sweet, and I loved the idea of them finally getting to relax and hang out in the library (the lack of chairs, I know; I couldn’t figure out how to put them in without blocking people lol) and locklyle dancing, with the record player on in the background, so that’s what I took as the basis of the scene!!

We had discussed that the characters were kind of a combo of both show and book versions, so I tried to add a smattering and hints of both when doing their designs!

The record is, of course, an Ella Fitzgerald record as mentioned in the fic (the record drawn is her Souvenir Album)

Holly is wearing her engagement ring, and wearing shades of pink and cream because that’s what she wears at her wedding (although shifted in hue to better match the color scheme of the piece lol)

Everyone (minus Flo) of course has their white strands of hair (which is *always* one of my favorite details to draw)

Lucy and George bake in the fic, but I think I had just read the Christmas mini story when I was doing my thumbnail for this, so Kipps ended up being the one bringing in baked goods; however, the baking mitts are orange and monogrammed with George's initials because I couldn't let that slip by, could I?

I wasn't quite sure what to put Flo in, because in the books she never takes off her boots or puffer jacket, but I wanted to throw in some sign that she was living at 35 Portland Row and becoming closer to all of them, (and her close relationship with George,) so I let her keep the boots, but traded the puffer jacket in for one of George's plaid shirts :)

The chess game also made it in because of the Christmas short story, lol

Lucy's blue star jacket!! When I read the fic, I was planning from the start to have her wearing the jacket, so of course it made it in :) I wasn't really sure what style it should be, though, so I ended up with kind of an odd mishmash of designs, but I think it turned out working alright!

The sapphire necklace, because, of course

I adore that Lockwood wears his pink socks throughout the entire show (well, most of the time they're the pink ones ;) so I wanted to include them (and then gave Lucy blue ones to match :)

The chipped blue mugs that Lockwood brings to Lucy for her tea after she wakes up from nightmares are on the bookshelf, and I couldn't find a way to directly include the Earl Grey tea they have, but I made the tea bag tags grey in honor of it

The green glow is the ghost lamp outside because if I can find a way to incorporate cool glows in my art, I will (and also on a more narrative-driven note, symbolizing the past danger they've been through and how some of it is definitely still present, but they have each other to heal with and finally be able to have some simple fun with, and are now curled up in the safety and comfort of 35 Portland Row :)

And finally, a big theme of the fic is them healing and building a happy life together, so I just wanted them to all be happy for once, and hence I put in my best efforts to draw them as such :)

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wishmemel · 1 year

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your boyfriend, gojo satoru

- at 6’3 and counting, the height difference between you two is enough that he treats you like a child. mockingly patting your cheeks. resting his elbow on your head. making you sit between his long legs. sometimes, just to mess with people, he introduces himself as your estranged uncle. to which you only shoot him a flat look, secretly pinching his side. he manages to muffle his high pitched screech. but it still makes you laugh regardless. especially when you get a blank look from the third person in return.

- tall and lanky, he’s always manspreading. no matter where you two are, you can count on his legs being spread as far apart as possible. leaving no room for anyone else. (especially when you’re in smaller rooms.) although, you know you’re not complaining. considering that he lets you sit between his legs and rest your cheek on his knee when you’re tired. but it does make you roll your eyes. gojo satoru, you mock, arrogant rich boy. never leaving room for anyone else. he snarks back, i’m the strongest, remember. i can do what i want. then he pats the place in front of his outstretched legs. look, he says proudly, i left you a seat. for a minute you consider sitting beside him to take his ego down a notch. but then the strongest jujutsu sorcerer beams up at you, all childlike and innocent and you’re putty in his hands.

- he loves to make you blush and then further tease you with sexual innuendos so that your entire face turns red. all the while, he enjoys the embarrassed expression you sport. on the off chance that you say something back, you have the satisfaction of watching him sputter and gaze wide eyed at you. (looks like he can dish it out but he can’t take it.)

- he loves loves loves spoiling you. no matter how much you protest that the diamond necklace he’d gotten you was too much or that the sapphire earrings he’d sneakily dropped into your purse (still in the box, laced with a white ribbon, and the asshole had even gone as far as to leave you a cheeky note) had absolutely no use to you, he’d never hear you out. to him, money was as easily used as his terms of affection for you (which happens to be his usual irritating nicknames that he always plays up in front of other people. you shudder at the thought.) or physical contact (which he apparently could never get enough of, if his frequent touches were anything to go by - most people would simply brush him off or stand and tolerate it but it breaks your heart that they all see him as this annoying idiot when really he holds the stars in his eyes and the sun in his smile)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk x you #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #guys i'm back with more gojo content #i don’t really like this one #but it’s whatever #꒰ i forgot that you existed. ꒱

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kentolove · 1 year

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a love once had, a memory kept forever

Sometimes, when looking deep into his closet, Tsukishima finds remnants of your clothing.

It’s usually a shirt, sometimes an old tank top adorned with holes, and most times it’s a lost sock. On the rare occasion, he usually takes the clothing out of his closet, stares at it for a few seconds, and a trace of a smile will find its way on his face.

He’ll remember the years that you shared together, nights when you spoon fed him his favourite foods. (Against his will, of course. Tsukishima Kei is not soft. He never has been. Never will be.)

His mind will race to the hours you spent on his lap, rambling all about this new movie that “he needs to check out.” (He never does. Why would he, when he could sit and listen to your voice?)

He’ll find himself thinking of the times you spent on that raggedy bench, cheering him on at every game. He remembers when you encouraged him to go pro, telling him that nothing is as important as his dreams. (You should have known that you were his dream all along.)

He remembers when the two of you began to drift apart, so consumed in everything but one another. He remembers when you two sat down—two pillows placed on the ground, two faces staring each other down—and decided to leave one another.

He remembers how he held you tight as you cried, and how your hair was damp from all the tears he shed.

He thinks of how you made him promise to love you forever, how you will never hate him regardless of how your love slowly faded away. How in spite of that spark not being there anymore, you two will still love each other.

And sometimes, love does not conquer all. It does not burn as bright as the sun and it does not cause butterflies to erupt in Tsukishima’s stomach anymore.

You were two souls lost in a world so big, a world that could not hold the love that you two had for one another. Two souls who had to part—not out of hatred or betrayal, but two hearts who could not meet. The stars did not align at the right moment and bring you two together forever.

Your love did not change the world. It did not lead to a white picket fence and four children running in the garden. Your love did not lead to vows, nor will death ever do the two of you part, but that does not matter. What matters is that you loved. He loved you as much as you loved him. The love was there. The love carried him through sunshine and darkness, and that is enough.

It is enough for him.

Today, Tsukishima finds one of your old necklaces in his drawer. It was a beautiful gold chain with a pink sapphire jewel in the middle, but the jewel is now lost and the beauty of the gold has withered away.

He holds the necklace in his hand, remembering the times that he helped you put the necklace on. You, stood patiently in front of your vanity mirror, and him, standing behind you and complaining about how, “this isn’t the Met Gala, babe. You take too long to get ready.”

You’d smile that beautiful smile of yours and ask him to put the necklace on. He’d let out a fake sigh, but you both know how happy he is to help you. To be with you, to have the privilege to call you his.

The necklace feels nice in his hands. It’s warm, just as you once were. He gently places it back into the drawer; its home.

Tsukishima remembers how earlier that day, you had sent him a wedding invite. It was a simple text, an invitation to the wedding of you and Miya Atsumu. (You’ve always had a thing for blondes.)

He thinks about how his heart warmed as he scrolled through all the photos you sent him. He looked at the ring that now rests on your finger, and how the pink diamond is more beautiful than anything he could have offered you. He smiled, confirmed his attendance, and kindly wished you the best.

You’re happy, he thinks. That is all he has ever wanted.

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sea-owl · 3 months

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How about an au where alphas have to show off to their potential mates during courting like the peacocks they are.

During balls and calls for courting, the alphas are decked out in jewelry to show off their wealth and ability to provide for their mate. Underneath their cravats, they wear a special necklace that they only ever taken off to gift to their mates. It's given to them when they become of age.

The start of a courtship happens during a dance when an alpha gives a small piece of his jewelry to the person they intend to court. Usually, like a bracelet, something they can slip on easily and has the least amount of skin contact so they can keep it appropriate if in public.

As the courtship goes further a long the more of their jewelry the omega will give their intended mate until it eventually leads to the necklace that joins and eventually replaces the choker their intended mate wears to protect their mating glands.

Alphas will also bring other gifts during courtship such a treats, potential nesting materials, and other things to prove to their potential mate that they can provide for them.

Anthony, as the viscount, does have the most jewelry among his brothers, but the others also do have plenty of their own. Not that anyone would guess. He went for so long without wearing it that his whole family had to do a double take in 1814 when Anthony appeared ready for a ball one day just bejeweled. His jewelry is very traditional, most pieces have been passed down through the family. His necklace carried the family crest of the bee. He only ever gotten as far as giving Edwina the bracelet in his attempt to court her. The whole time as well Edwina made remarks how the bracelet suited Kate much more. She was right of course. After the bee incident and Anthony's courting jewelry went to Kate, and at least the necklace covered where he left a hickey on her chest.

Colin's jewelry was probably the most mismatched among his brothers, and then you learned that the majority of it was acquired through his travels. His jewelry also tended to be in silver. His necklace was a chain of stars that connected to the main pendant of a star sapphire. So Colin wasn't quite traditional about offering his jewelry to Penelope. During their first kiss, something clicked in his brain, and oh, he liked kissing Penelope. It was during that kiss that Colin slipped his bracelet on her wrist. She didn't notice at first and then had the nerve to thank him after their kiss?! She tried to return her new bracelet too when they next saw each other but Colin refused to let her. It was in the carriage after discovering her secret, with her underneath him and his alpha screaming at him to claim his mate that Colin placed the rest of his courting jewelry on her. The only one he didn't get on her was his necklace, but that's OK he'll do that after talking with her mother.

#bridgerton #kathony #polin #omegaverse #peacock alphas #anthony bridgerton #colin bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #penelope featherington

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bakerstreethound · 2 months

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Hooraaaaaaay, Valentines Day prompts!

How about Stephen Strange and 7) slow dancing in the living room? Pretty please and thank you! 😘😘😘

Happy Valentine's day! I am happy to write Stephen for you. I hope you like this one because I tweaked the location a little and went where my imagination took me. It is also pretty short but I hope it's alright. Hope you had a great day!

Swirling Constellations

Summary: Stephen Strange puts together a pleasant surprise for you on Valentine's Day for he wants to show you how much you mean to him. You're all too happy to follow along with his plans.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

The deep blue dress sparkles when you swish it in the mirror while you put on the finishing touches of your mascara before clasping the simple diamond necklace around your neck. It felt cool to the touch of your warm skin. Your heart thrummed in anticipation and nerves but you were almost ready.

You step away from the mirror, reaching towards your vanity drawer producing a blue velvet box, and opening it. Inside were sapphire earrings, the exact shade of your dress, ones that were your mother's once upon a time.

Your heart seizes at the memory, but you remember all the parties she attended how these earrings sparkled, the sound of her laugh carrying through the manor home you grew up in when all was right in the world.

You sigh in a mixture of defeat and melancholy, as you add them to your ensemble completing the look. You go back to the standing mirror in the corner, frowning as you twirl. I’t almost perfect but something is missing but you have no idea what, until you feel a weight on your shoulder.

“You look beautiful.” Stephen’s voice is grave and rough, from nights of troubled sleep, but the underlying pride under it all is all for you. A gentle warmth spreads through your body and you know you’ve made the right choice. “You are beautiful,” he continues.

He turns you to meet his gaze, your back to the mirror, leaving you no more room to doubt, as his hands take yours, kissing the top of them in kind.

“Shall we?”

“We shall,” you brush your lips along his, grateful that the silver heels you chose added to your height. He pulls you closer, and you’re lost in him and you let yourself drown a moment.

You break away smiling and grasp his hand tighter, walking out of your shared room of the Sanctum into the vast expanse of the foyer and you carefully walked down the stairs, Stephen guiding you out through countless corridors until you stopped and he knocked on a black painted door.

You raise a brow, curiosity mingling with nerves, but it soon vanishes when the door flies open and you’re greeted with the sound of strings, a beautiful familiar melody flowing through the dark expanse of the room.

You follow it into the center of the atrium you’re ensconced in, the views of the night sky looking down upon you through the glass ceiling. It was breathtaking and Stephen had it planned all for you.

Without another word he offers up his hand to you which you accept while the other falls to your waist and the melody crescendos, falling into a slower rhythm and you twirl through the expanse of the makeshift ballroom Stephen conjured all for you.

Your heart soars with the care and sentiment. Nothing in this moment but you, him, and the phantom melodies swirling beneath the constellations painted in the sky mattered.

Only you and him for years to come.

You smile when he spins you back into him, reveling in how he dips you and you fall like a shooting star into the kiss, sparks flying through your fingertips, through your being and you know all is right in the world. For it’s all so perfectly splendid.

******

#valentine blurb #valentine's day #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x female reader #doctor strange x female reader #sobeautifullyobsessed #writing request #blurb #writing prompt #my writing #my alleyway

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bekkathyst · 1 year

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Custom Wire Wrapped Necklaces

These are the stones I have available for wire wraps, for those of you who are interested!

If you would like to claim one, please be sure to read this entire post!

So here’s the rundown. Below is a picture with each stone numbered, and below that is the name of each stone, along with the price.

The price includes the following: the stone wrapped in the metal of your choice (sterling silver, 14k gold fill, 14k rose gold fill), an 18″ chain finished with a handmade clasp, and it includes free shipping worldwide!

You will choose the style they’d like it wrapped in. There are three example pics below.

Payment is due when the stone is claimed and all the options are chosen (metal, style, etc). PLEASE NOTE - these will be completed in late May 2023. I will aim to have them done before the end of that month. They take a long time to make, please make sure you’re okay with the wait before ordering. I put the utmost care into this and have extreme attention to detail, and when that combines with my busy schedule, it means that it can take a while. I always aim to get them done early, but sometimes it’s not possible. If you are buying one for a certain event or deadline please be sure to let me know when ordering, so I can let you know if it's possible for it to be completed before then!

To claim: send me a message over the instant messenger with your email address, the country you’re in, the stone you’d like to claim, the metal you’d like it wrapped in, and the style you’d like it wrapped in. I’ll then send your invoice and get started on your pendant! :)

*Note* These are some of my best, highest quality stones! I’ve been collecting (and hoarding, if I’m honest) hundreds of top-quality stones for 10 years to build this collection I can share with you.

Here are all the stones:

Brecciated Azurite - $140

High-Grade Old Stock Ocean Jasper - $140

Lavender Quartz Facet - $155

Highest Grade Rainbow Moonstone - $180

Highest Grade Rainbow Moonstone - $175

Deep Red Garnet - $145

Watermelon Tourmaline - $145

Blue Apatite - $135

Genuine Spectrolite from Finland - $150

XXL Genuine Spectrolite from Finland - $325

Rainbow Obsidian - $135

Gold Sheen Obsidian - $120

Silver Sheen Obsidian - $115

Silver Sheen Obsidian - $120

Lavender Chalcedony - $135

Australian Crystal Opal Triplet - $125

Fire Agate - $125

Mozambique Rose Quartz - $120

Blue Labradorite - $125

Rare Purple Labradorite $145

Rainbow Moonstone - $130

True Silver Moonstone - $140

Lattice Sunstone - $140

Confetti Sunstone - $135

Star Ruby - $140

Chatoyant Sapphire - $160

Red Rutilated Quartz Facet - $135

Epidote Included Quartz Facet - $140

Clear Quartz Facet - $115

Black Tourmaline & Epidote Included Quartz Facet - $185

Harlequin Quartz - $160

Phantom Amethyst w/ Inclusions - $150

Ethiopian Opal - $155

Rare Genuine Andamooka Opal from Australia (15.8 carats) - $435

Vietnamese Ruby Gourd Carving (22.75 carats) - $425

Cat's Eye Pink California Tourmaline (San Diego co.) (12.3 carats) - $230

Morganite from Russia - $170

Chrome Diopside from Russia - $180

Pyritized Ammonite Fossil from Russia - $180

Dianite (Russian Blue Jade) - $160

Amazonite from Russia - $120

"Blueberry" Azurite Geode from Russia - $140

Uvarovite Garnet from Russia - $185

Mongolian Turquoise - $140

These are the styles you can choose from (I do very minimalist wrapping so the stone really shines through! And the wrapping is super sturdy!)

Style #1 (prongs):

Style #2 (symmetrical):

Style #3 (asymmetrical):

I will cross out each stone as they are claimed!

Extra little note: I have some square wire if you prefer that to the round, just let me know!

Thanks, everyone :)

#custom wire wraps #wire wraps #jewelry

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undertheopensky · 4 months

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Memento

Whumptober Day 22: Glass Shard

Characters: Four, Sky, everyone else is there

Trigger warnings: Self-harm, it’s unintentional but it’s there, minor nudity, panic attacks, a special kind of unreliable narrator, many bad decisions are made

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The portal looks like any other. It’s only as he steps through that Four registers something – off – as his awareness stretches and spirals and f r a y s

They’re scattered in the void between stars, drowning and endless, flecks of insignificance against a being so much greater that the scale of it is lost to them.

OUTSIDE EQUIPMENT IS FORBIDDEN.

Their body doesn’t exist right now. It’s so easy for the entity to strip them down to their essentials, their skin and their blood and their bones, leaving everything else behind in the void. Peeling away everything that isn’t them, their sword, their tunics, the cord at their throat –

No!

In this moment-between-moments they’re barely a spark of thoughts, a soul in potentia, and every fibre of their being curls tight and defensive against the gentle tug. Over their heart, they wrap threads of lightning and fire around a faint and faded glimmer. They resist.

The entity tugs again.

No no no don’t take it please don’t take it I can’t lose it I can’t lose him I can’t –

The entity… pauses.

They cling tighter. I won’t let you take it.

ALL OUTSIDE EQUIPMENT IS FORBIDDEN.

They keen in soundless protest. Mine-his-only-thing-left-grief-and-horror-and-mourning–

…ALL OUTSIDE EQUIPMENT IS FORBIDDEN. BUT A TRINKET THAT GRANTS NO ADVANTAGE… THAT, I CAN ALLOW.

And they’re flooded with relief a split second before they’re flooded with sound and light and ow.

Everything always tingles for a few seconds, after teleportation. All his pieces realising they’re still alive, registering protests about the sand beneath him, the chill of the air, the ache in his tightly-clenched hand –

“What the fuck –”

“Who took my rings –”

“WHERE IN DIN’S NAME ARE MY PANTS?!”

Everyone else is discovering they’ve been stripped of their equipment and are reacting accordingly. Four sits up slowly, flexes his throbbing fingers just enough to check –

A thin cord tugs at his neck; razor edges bite into his palm. The necklace is safe. He didn’t lose it. It’s safe.

He shudders out a sigh, hot and cold playing over his bare skin. After the panic attack, all of them slammed together in united desperation, everything feels kind of muffled. There, but unimportant. Even everyone’s noisy agitation isn’t worth responding to – no one is missing, no one is hurt, they’re just upset. They don’t need him for that.

“Four – shit, Four, you’re bleeding–!”

He realises what they’re reaching for almost too late. “No!” he yelps. “No don’t touch it it’s mine don’t take it no no no–” The sand is cool and slippery under their feet as they scrabble back. There’s a wall, there’s a corner, there’s nowhere to run so they huddle instead, curled protectively around the hand holding his necklace and keening high and panicked.

“Don’t take it,” he gasps, “please don’t.”

“It’s okay,” someone soothes, “it’s okay. I won’t take it. I’m just worried about your hand. It’s bleeding; are you hurt? I’m not going to take anything from you. I just want to see your hand. Do you think you can do that?”

Panting, Four peeks out of his defensive ball. Sky is there, not too close, crouched far enough away to give him some space. His tentative smile widens when he sees Four looking back at him.

“I promise I won’t take it,” he repeats. “Can you take a deep breath for me? Please?”

Aware he’s being handled and annoyed by it, Four obeys only out of spite. Breathing the full depth of his lungs hurts. It takes a few gasping starts to get all the way down, and by then the green-grey panic has faded from the edges of his vision.

“I hate that this shit works,” he says in a sapphire-tinted growl.

Sky is infuriatingly patient. “If it didn’t work, we wouldn’t ask you to do it. Do you think I’d be able to take a look at your hand now? Please?”

As the adrenaline fades it is starting to hurt. And… it’s Sky. He… they trust Sky.

Mostly, indigo murmurs.

Slowly he uncurls his fingers, wincing crimson as the pain flares. Blood runs down his bare arm. It’s still a struggle to let go enough to switch the blood-streaked pendant to his other hand. His heart drops into freefall for the instant it takes his fingers to close, only steadies when the edges bite just enough to register. Only then does he let Sky take him by the wrist.

Welling up from the ragged cuts, blood drips to the sand; Sky frowns in concern. “Some of these look deep… does anyone have a potion? Bandages, even? I seem to have misplaced my kit…”

“No,” says Wild, grimacing. “It’s… I’ve only ever seen one of these before, but the shrine keeper takes everything as you come in. Weapons, equipment, armour.”

“Fucking clothes,” Legend mutters.

“You don’t even wear pants to start with, Legend,” says Twilight.

“That doesn’t mean I want to go naked!”

“Magic’s probably still on the table, if you have the strength for it.” Wild shoots Hyrule a hopeful look.

Without meaning to Four tenses when Hyrule gets close.

“I’m not going to take it from you,” Hyrule says, repeating Sky’s words from earlier.

Four flushes with dull embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry for scaring you.” Moving more slowly, Hyrule carefully lays his fingertips on Four’s bleeding hand. They start to glow, a gentle spring green, and Four watches the self-inflicted cuts fade away, leaving smears of blood behind.

“Thanks,” he says. Then, to avoid the inevitable questions, he forces himself to stand, looks straight at Wild, and ploughs onwards: “So, how do we get out of here?”

“Well, assuming this is some kind of shrine, it could vary. Sometimes they’re… moving puzzles. Like, you have to move a ball down a path, but there are lasers in the way that will knock you into a pit if you don’t block them somehow. Or you have to reach a high area but there’s no ladder, but there are things that you can pile up into like a really lopsided set of stairs. Other times they’re combat trials – you have to defeat a certain monster, or a group of monsters, to make the final door open.”

Wind makes a noise of understanding. “Oh, so it’s just a dungeon then. Cool.”

Wild frowns. “I… dunno? You guys always made dungeons sound, like, super drawn out. These are like. Two, maybe three tasks, and you’re done. The steals-all-your-shit shrine was the worst for that alone but it was also a combined combat-puzzle thing. I guess you didn’t have to fight the monsters to get the balls, but it was a lot easier carrying them around if you didn’t also have to dodge arrow fire.”

“And you did this without armour or a sword?” says Warriors, somewhere between aghast and impressed.

“I broke a lot of sticks,” Wild agrees. “I would have given so much for even the crappiest sword, but I’ve never been able to get anything past the shrine keeper.”

“Thought you said you’d only seen one of these?” Legend runs his fingers over his knuckles again. It’s an unconscious motion, missing his rings.

“Well I ran the first time, didn’t I?” says Wild reasonably. “Panicked and ran for it. When I got far enough away the monk gave me all my shit back. I tried a couple times to sneak stuff in, throw it from the raft or whatever, but no dice. How’d you do it, Four?”

Four’s hand tightens. Hot blood starts to seep into the spaces between his fingers, something sharp like panic coiling around his heart.

“Steady, Four,” says Sky. “Deep breaths. Shit, you’re bleeding again – Wild!”

“I’m sorry! I was just curious!”

Four wants this over with. Why can’t they just leave them alone, fuck, they’re always asking and poking and so goddamn nosy, they never let things go, he can see their burning curiosity and knows what they want, he can feel it pressing in on his heart –

If he doesn’t think about it too hard, the words can stumble out. “I felt it – and – I fought it.”

Legend frowns. “You fought it for your necklace? Why not your sword – hell, your shirt?”

“How did you even feel it?” Wind demands. “One second we were walking into a portal and the next we’re stripped to our skivvies! There was no time!”

“Time’s more flexible than you think,” they say absently. Their fingers shift, making glass cut twilight-sharp, and their heart steadies.

“When the portal – when we entered the shrine – there was a moment where – Wild called it the shrine keeper – I – felt it. Taking everything away. Bag. Sword. Clothing. But –” his hand twitches again. Sky hisses as more blood hits the sand. “I couldn’t let them take this. It’s the only thing I have of my best friend.”

The words fall from his lips in blood red and bruise purple and he meant to say them but he didn’t and he regrets them but he doesn’t. The pendant is important, they can’t lose it, they need the others to understand that –

Their mind turns inward. What if they hadn’t – convinced them? What if the shrine keeper had taken the fragile shard of glass –

Give it back! It’s like an echo of a memory, too-sharp and too-clear. Please give it back, please!

Their fingers tighten. Pain swells, drowns out the almost-memories, and stays a constant drumming throb even when they relax.

Unease runs viridian.

“–our, I need you to take a breath for me, can you do that? C’mon, head up, you can do it –”

Calm and steady, Sky’s voice draws them from the almost-flashback. It’s harder this time – they hurt, and they’re tired, and the grief isn’t lurking so much as clawing up their spine. The world presses in on them. They hurt, Green-Red-Blue-Vio all caught up in we-miss-him-we-miss-him-we-miss-him. It makes everything harder, when all they want to do is fall deep and curl up in mirror-shard memories that hurt the same way they do. (The pain is comforting.) (They know it shouldn’t be.)

When they’re like this, when they can’t find the balance that lets them be Four instead of four, when they don’t even want to – someone has to take the reins. Someone who’s capable of at least pretending to be a person, for a while – and this time, that’s Red. Red, who feels things so intensely he circles right back around to ‘functional’. Who manages to take a full breath of air even through the tears, making Sky smile encouragement.

“Good! Good job, just keep it up, you’re alright.”

Red wants the smile, wants the comfort just as much as he hates it. It’s wrong. Too big, the wrong shape, smells of feathers and sunlight instead of smoke and steel. Another stuttering breath rips through his chest. He misses them so much – misses them all, even when they’re right there with him because it’s not the same. And there’s nothing he can do about it except breathe, and cry, and wait for the storm to pass.

Hyrule inches closer. “Four, you’re bleeding again. Can I see your hand?”

Red breathes through the avalanche of fear and hurt and no. Checks – the bleeding isn’t bad – before shaking his head. “S’fine.”

“I don’t want to leave you in pain. Please?”

“No.” It comes out harsher than he intends.

“Okay, not right now. Can you let me know when you’re ready?”

Red hums agreement. Presses the hand against his sternum, feels the way it makes glass shift in his fingers.

“Just make sure you get it treated, little one,” Time says from nearby, deep and slow. “That’s your sword hand.” He’s – closer than Red had realised. They all are, actually.

“You gotta look after yourself!” Wild adds.

That is possibly the most hypocritical thing he’s ever heard Wild say, and for a moment he just stares. Then he gets distracted by Wind, bouncing and clearly relieved Four is looking more stable.

“It’s okay, Four! Wild says these don’t take long, so we’ll be out of here and back to normal in no time!” His eyes catch on Four’s hand – still clenched tight, still bleeding – and flicker uncertainly. Then he squeaks and flails in protest as Warriors scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Sailor’s right, it’ll be okay. Maybe talk to your friend next time you’re home? See about getting a spare – or somewhere safer to keep it?”

Twilight makes a noise of agreement. “Your friend must be real important to ya,” he says, “but you haven’t mentioned ‘em before. Can you tell us about them?”

Embers spark.

“He killed himself,” Four says boldly, “to save my life.”

There’s a brief, horrified silence.

Then everyone bursts out talking at once, Twilight’s frantic apologies mixing with Wind telling him off, Hyrule pleading to let him help, Warriors protesting something that gets lost in the commotion. They’re guilty, apologetic, desperately trying to help.

Red doesn’t care.

“I can’t just – get a new one, because it was his, and now he’s gone. He saved me – he saved all of fucking Hyrule – and people call me a hero when I couldn’t – I couldn’t even save him.” Under a layer of numb his skin is burning, with hurt, with anger, with the grief he holds close. He still feels so cold. It isn’t fair.

Time interrupts before he can dig his heels too deep. “How old were you?” His voice is gentle, almost distant.

“We were – we were both thirteen.” His voice cracks and he has to use his free hand to dash away angry tears. This is why he doesn’t talk about it, dammit.

Sky hugs him.

It’s more awkward than usual, without all their layers in the way – why does skin have to be so warm, and slightly sticky, ugh – but Sky is determined, and Four – doesn’t have it in him to protest, right now. Leaning into Sky’s chest, he lets himself relax – lets his fingers loosen, just a little, on the shard of mirror-glass.

They just want this to be over.

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When Four doesn’t fight him, just lets himself be held, Sky fixes the rest of the group with a sharp eye. “Wild, how fast can you get us through this?”

Wild’s back goes straight. “Depends on the tasks, usually doesn’t take more than an hour or two.”

“How do we get out afterwards?”

Wild glances around, grimacing. “Well, usually there’s a – a platform that carries you up and down, but I don’t see one here – this looks really different to what I’m used to, but it – it feels the same, I guess?”

Sky stays focused on problem solving. “Any other ways out?”

“The shrine keeper. When you approach them, the shrine keeper teleports you out.”

“Can we bypass the dungeon and go straight for the exit that way?”

“No, they – they’re always blocked off, you have to – the shrine wants you to do something, and you have to figure it out and – and actually do it, before the path opens – sometimes the problem is the path –”

“Okay, so it is like a dungeon,” says Legend. He’s tense, keeps flicking quick looks at Four and the way he’s standing unprotestingly in Sky’s hold. “How fast d’you think we can get through with multiple people helping?”

“Only one way to find out!” says Sky with false cheer.

Quickly they get themselves organised. There’s no equipment to outfit themselves with, no armour to check; all they can do is split into smaller groups to hopefully cover all corners as fast as possible. Legend makes a point of putting Warriors in the only group of three. Warriors complains, but’s mostly a front. He’s never experienced a dungeon before and is rightly wary, so putting him with two other people who have only makes sense.

Sky they leave to babysit Four, whose empty expression and slow reflexes are not convincing anyone that he’s capable of a dungeon run. Some traps have genuinely murderous timing. He’s also still refusing to let go of his necklace, which cuts him deep enough to bleed every time something makes him startle.

Once they’re gone, and the sandy hallway has gone still, Sky gently rocks on his feet, moving Four with him. “Hey, Four? You with me at all?”

Four gives a displeased grunt.

“Yeah, I know.” Sky’s heart hurts. “C’mon, let’s sit down again. The others will come get us later.”

Four goes with him when he tugs, crouching and then tumbling into a clumsy sit. His knees draw close to his face, seemingly without thought, going back to the defensive huddle with his bloodied hand at the centre. Stormy grey is alert, if sullen. Mostly Four just looks tired.

Sky sits beside him, not wanting to overwhelm him further. “It’s okay. They’re a lot sometimes, but they mean well.”

Four’s response is too muffled to translate.

“Sorry, Four, I didn’t catch that.”

“I’m tired of them asking!” he bursts out. “I’m tired of them asking about – about friends, and family, and do you have someone special waiting for you at home, and – it hurts, and I’m tired of it, and they won’t stop!”

And of course that was the danger in Red fronting when they were this emotional – what came out was what they felt, no deflecting or sugar coating, no way to hide after.

“I’m sorry,” Sky says. “I didn’t realise it was bothering you so much. I can talk to the others about it and make sure everyone stops.”

If they haven’t sworn off it already. Blue, sardonic, even through the grey haze cloaking their mind.

I feel bad, Green murmurs, they were just trying to help.

After such an outburst? Doubtless they feel worse than you do, says Vio.

“They should feel guilty,” Red mutters, and it’s shot through with indigo venom. “Maybe now they’ll shut up.”

Sky tightens the arm across his shoulders. “It’ll be okay.”

He feels helpless. Four isn’t usually – vindictive, like this. Nor prone to outbursts and fits of temper. Being stripped mostly naked would knock anyone off-balance, to say nothing of the desperate way Four is protecting his necklace, but – Sky just doesn’t know what to do. Four’s a lot more functional than he would be, after three panic attacks back-to-back, but how much of that is just a mask? How much is he really struggling to hold it together?

(Would Sky even be able to tell, when Four’s been hiding this for so long?)

He runs a hand through his hair, absent-minded, and catches on the lack of catching at his ears. “Aw, man. It even took my earrings. Wild did say it would give them back after, right?”

“…yeah.”

His sigh of relief is only slightly exaggerated. “That’s good. Those weren’t easy to get, you know.”

Four’s tired blink isn’t the most rousing expression of interest, but Sky launches into the story anyway. He has to let go of Four to make the gestures his hands want to, and – it’s fine. Four doesn’t collapse in on himself at the loss of contact. All he does is turn his head to watch Sky talk, eyes still a little too sharp.

Sky hopes the distraction helps. Involving Four hadn’t worked, but something completely outside of himself, something new to hold onto? Maybe it will help him calm down from the edge of panic he’s been riding since they first stumbled out of the portal.

It��s as he’s describing Scrapper and the Mogmas that Wind’s shout draws them both to look up. “Hey, guys! Legend cracked it!” He waves enthusiastically, like maybe they hadn’t yet noticed him standing in his skivvies at the end of the hall. “There’s a big statue but Wild doesn’t wanna mess with it ‘til everyone’s there! C’mon!”

Four refuses Sky’s hand to get up, though he’s a little shaky on his feet. Sky tries not to hover. He knows how annoying it is, having people looming close just waiting for you to fail, and at the same time, he doesn’t want Four to hurt himself if he stumbles and falls.

Wild was right: this isn’t nearly as long and complex as a dungeon. According to Wind, who chatters on as they make their way up the spiralling collection of ramps, they’d had to do a fair bit of work pulling things apart to make it traversable for anyone who wasn’t Wild. “It took him and Twilight and Legend with his power bracelets to move that block,” he waves at the massive piece of stone they’re walking over to the next bridge-like panel. “And then Wild used his slate for these metal pieces, except he kept dropping them, and his aim is shit, so Wars nearly fell in that pool getting out of the way.”

Sky snorts at the mental image.

When they make it to the top, they find the others loosely gathered around some kind of blocky statue. It looks like a cross between an owl, a fox, and a rabbit. What even needs ears that long?

Wild flashes them a strained grin over his shoulder. “So! Usually I find a ten-thousand-year-old Sheikah monk at the end of these things, but it’s got kinda the same feel to it, so we’re gonna try anyway. Just in case, everyone grab hold of me.”

That isn’t easy. Eight different people have to crowd around Wild’s back and sides to make sure everyone has a hand on him. Sky spots Four’s hand in the crush, still streaked with drying blood, and his stomach rolls.

“Okay, everyone ready? Here goes nothing.” Wild reaches out towards the statue.

For a long moment, nothing happens.

Then the world twists like a Time Gate, several things happening at once. A panel goes red – lights up green – a glimmering box of blue light shatters, flinging threads of glass before they freeze in midair – an angry buzzing noise – chiming fairy bells –

The statue smiles.

WELL DONE.

And as suddenly as it started, it all stops.

Sky fumbles a bit at the added weight, his sailcloth dragging at his shoulders and his earrings suddenly heavy in his ears. Time’s armour makes a crashing noise like it had been dropped from a height; Time grunts.

They’re outside, grass under their feet and a weird teardrop-shaped stone building behind them. Sky doesn’t know where they are – it’s all hills and fields and low-hanging trees – but there’s no monsters in eyeshot so he uses the opportunity to double check all his belongings were returned. Earrings, sailcloth, clothes – check. Bag – check, and it looks like the contents are intact. Master Sword and scabbard, fucking goddessdamned check. He did not appreciate losing her, even for a couple of hours.

Around him the others are doing much the same, adjusting clothes and checking packs. Legend’s running his fingers over his rings like he’s counting them, while Warriors struggles to get his mail to sit right over his bad shoulder.

And Four –

All Sky catches a glimpse of is black and glossy and strangely clean of blood before Four is shoving the pendant down the neck of his tunic, out of sight.

The difference is immense. All the tension drops out of his shoulders, he stops standing hunched in on himself, even his face relaxes from its hard, suspicious lines. There’s still creases around his too-red eyes – he’s still feeling the effects of the panic and stress of the day – but he looks more himself.

He even smiles at Wind’s little dance of happiness at getting his pants back. “Aren’t you the first one to strip every time we find a lake?”

Brightening at the sound of his voice, Wind spins to face him and beams. “Yeah, but that’s different! Lakes are fun! This was just annoying.”

“You shoulda heard him whine when we asked him to scale that rope,” says Legend.

Wind makes an outraged noise. “You try climbing coarse hemp with no pants! I ain’t a fan of splinters in me privates!”

The laughter and bickering is slightly strained. Even as Hyrule creeps up and is finally, finally allowed to heal his torn-up hand and wipe away the blood, everyone’s giving Four his space. Not pushing, not demanding things of him, just letting him exist with them.

Good. Sky will still catch them up individually, make sure everyone knows Four’s had enough of personal questions, but for now at least, everything is okay.

Wild finishes what he was doing – taking photographs of the weird building? – and waves his Slate at everyone. “Definitely my Hyrule! If we head north, we should make it to Castle Town by nightfall.”

“Isn’t your Castle Town still mostly construction site?” Legend says, and Wild shrugs.

“If you wanna spend two days walking to Kakariko, be my guest, but there’s at least a temporary stable and inn at Castle Town.”

“I vote beds,” says Wind immediately.

Sky agrees – from the look of the sun, they’re mid-afternoon, so being just a couple of hours away from safety is very appealing. It only takes a little debate for Legend to give in, since he doesn’t want to sleep on the ground if he doesn’t have to, either. As they set off through the grass, Sky scans the group one last time.

Twilight’s up the front with Wild, Hyrule looking on in fascination as Wild waves at a herd of horses and threatens to catch one. Warriors is close enough to intervene if necessary, while Legend is deliberately ignoring them in favour of studying the landscape – in the opposite direction of Wild’s horses. Wind has dragged Time into a conversation about his armour, with Four – steady and reserved once more – chiming in here and there about plate maintenance.

Sky takes a deep breath, and lets the tension run out of him as he exhales.

For now, everything’s okay.

#whumptober 2023 #linked universe #lu fic #skies writes #lu four #lu sky #lu wind #lu wild #lu twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu warriors #don't @ me if your fave did a dumb #they are all stressed and dumb rn #i debated having this like a ‘you can keep ONE THING’ but decided the incidental nudity would probably not be conducive to good angst #regarding four and who’s speaking at any one time: if it’s not clear it's not meant to be clear #:)#I know there are ways to get equipment onto eventide #but i like imagining the monk sitting there watching link’s attempts to bypass it rolling its eyes and going ‘i can’t let you do that dave'

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cilil · 11 months

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

Characters: Manwë, Varda, Oromë, Námo and Irmo; reader's gender is unspecified - all up to your imagination~

Featuring: Dom/sub dynamics/undertones, predator/prey kink, soul sex

Warnings: Possessive themes, bit of rough foreplay and sex, smut/suggestive

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who voted on my recent polls. I'll be trying out a bit of a new format, combining headcanons with small scenes/imagines, with this one and hope you'll find it enjoyable. If there are other characters you'd like to see for this, feel free to suggest and keep an eye out for future polls!♡

Manwë

ଘ The Elder King is a romantic lover and enjoys courting you, though even during these early stages he finds ways to subtly claim you for himself: He showers you with gifts like jewellery with sapphires (his signature gemstone), robes in his colours, objects decorated with feathers or bird-shaped items and writes poetry for you which he recites and sings for you both in private and in public.

ଘ Once Manwë has successfully conquered your heart, he makes sure to publicly display his affection for you by making you sit on his lap, kissing you and wrapping his wings around you at every opportunity.

ଘ In the bedroom, little remains of Manwë's calm, serene demeanour. He loves marking your body with his talons, covering you in love bites and engaging in breath play to make you feel just how much you need his element - need him.

ଘ Manwë has a breeding kink that gets particularly strong when he's in heat or nearing it and loves filling you up to make sure that his essence remains inside you as long as possible and his scent stays on you, deterring any other suitors from approaching you.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Your lips part to release a soft gasp when Manwë pulls you closer and presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, biting and sucking gently to leave blossoming marks. His mighty talons draw patterns on the naked skin of your back, causing you to arch and lean into his embrace; he is careful not to hurt you, though you already know you will be covered in thin red lines once he's done with you.

"My little dove," Manwë croons between kisses, his voice deceptively soft; he caresses you like a warm, gentle breeze, though you know a mighty storm is slumbering underneath his calm exterior, ready to be unleashed, should anyone else attempt to touch what is his.

"Yours," you whisper. Your hands claws at his robes as Manwë continues to mark you as his for all to see; the Elder King's mate and lover that no other would ever dare to lay claim to.

Varda

✧ The Queen of Stars is often absent from the daily affairs of Valinor in favour of tending to her creations in the depths of Eä, but she makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to even when she's not present.

✧ Varda loves giving you pretty necklaces, bracelets and other jewellery adorned with charms that are filled with her starlight, protecting you and burning anyone who attempts to touch you without her permission.

✧ When she makes love to you, she ensures that you will remember her touch and others see the marks she left on you as will - in case anyone was doubting that you are hers - by painting luminous constellations on your skin with her fingers, twinkling little stars reminiscent of notes in a song of her love for you.

✧ Varda also gives you water from her wells to drink, enjoying the thought of her essence filling you and providing you with light and refreshment. She will stop at nothing to make sure the powers of darkness and evil stay far away from you.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

"Hold still, my little light," the Queen orders, pushing you down and into the soft sheets of her bed with gentle authority.

You blink nervously when you see the tip of her index finger glowing with sacred, primordial light, ready to paint the canvas of your bare chest with tiny, glittering stars.

"Will it hurt?"

Varda smiles and leans down to kiss your brow. "Of course not. There is no evil in your heart, dearest; my light would never hurt you."

Her starlit touch is hot, and for a moment you fear it'll sear your skin, but as soon as she begins caressing you, reminiscent of the gentle strokes of a paintbrush, the sensation changes to a comfortable heat. You raise your head to watch as she turns you into another one of her masterpieces, and your beloved Queen looks pleased whenever her nimble fingers elicit small noises from you, her luminous eyes holding your gaze while she slowly works her way lower and lower.

Oromë

♘ Oromë is a hunter with all his heart, so once he has caught you, he certainly won't let anyone take away his favourite prey. He loves giving you trophies from his hunting trips to wear as accessories, a not-so-subtle message to all that you now belong to him.

♘ But that won't satisfy him for too long. The huntsman of the Valar is a wild and passionate lover and covers you in bite and scratch marks every time he takes you, making sure they are visible too.

♘ Oromë loves all sorts of cuddling and physical affection and actively initiates it whenever an opportunity presents itself. While this is certainly done for his and your enjoyment, he also wants others to see that you are his and his alone and ensure that his scent will be all over you even when he isn't around, in order to ward off unwanted attention from other suitors. For the same reason, he also breeds you thoroughly.

♘ If you are a good little pet for him, Oromë will reward you with a lovely collar he made specifically for you, letting everyone know that he has claimed you and intends to keep you.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Oromë's large hands hold on to your hips with a strong, bruising grip that has you whining into the moss below. You already know not to expect mercy whenever you play his favourite game of hunting and catching his prey, a symbolic earning of his right to claim you.

"What a lovely little deer," Oromë purrs and leans forward to bite the juncture between your neck and shoulder while he enters you with the fierce determination of a feral beast.

Your cries and moans only spur him on to thrust deeper and harder, his hands keeping you in place with the strength and steadiness of an experienced hunter. As far as you know, you two are alone in this part of his woods, yet something tells you that he wouldn't mind if one of the other hunting parties found you – to see him taking you, marking you, filling you with his seed to ensure that his scent you be on you for days to come.

Námo

☯ The mark of a Fëantur may be subtle, though no less intense than those visible on your skin. Once Námo has taken you as his lover, he binds your fëa to his, leaving an echo of his song and a ghost of his touch with you wherever you go. Those proficient in ósanwe and/or attuned to spiritual matters feel the Doomsman's presence wherever you go, no more than one call through your bond away.

☯ Nevertheless, Námo knows that not all Incarnates are able to sense and heed his silent warning, so he also presents you with clothes and jewellery to adorn your body. He likes long, flowing robes in dark colours, veils and little charms shaped like crows and ravens, similar to his own attire, and greatly enjoys seeing you wearing those, an unmistakable sign of belonging to him.

☯ When he isn't present and you are outside of his halls, Námo may occasionally guide your fate in whichever way he sees fit to make sure you return safely. Those who attempt to harm you will face the Doomsman's wrath.

☯ Yet as much as he wishes to protect you, Námo wants nothing more than to own and mark you in the most intimate way possible - which is your fëa. Should you ever be slain, or once his need and longing overwhelm him, he will whisk you away to Mandos, keep you there until the end of the world and fill your spirit with his song and essence time and time again until you know no other than him.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Cool lips kiss the nape of your neck when Námo takes you, slowly and deliberately, enjoying the way your smaller form trembles in his arms. He's sitting on his throne with you on his lap, your robes covering the illicit image of the Master of Fate penetrating you, yet the small moans falling from your lips and the movement of his hips betray the truth.

"Let me have you," Námo whispers, and you know he wants more than to claim just your body, so you open your mind to him as well.

The sensation of his fëa reaching out to touch and intertwine with yours is just as intense as the joining of your bodily forms. Your helpless noises increase in volume despite your best efforts to hold back, yet Námo doesn't seem to mind – in fact, you begin to suspect that he wants the residents of Mandos to look up at his throne and watch, so they will know who you belong to for all ages to come.

Irmo

☾ No one has escaped the loving arms of the Lord of Dreams without remnants of glittering dream dust on their clothes and skin, and you are certainly no exception, quite the contrary: As Irmo's favourite little butterfly, he makes sure to touch, embrace and cuddle you to his heart's content, and ever since your courtship started, you feel like the dream dust has never left you again. He feigns innocence, yet you suspect that this is very much his intention, so everyone can see his touch upon you even when he isn't around.

☾ Irmo crafts a special dream catcher for you and makes sure you wear it at all times, an unmistakable sign of his love for you. It contains a small part of himself and his power, and he taps into it to ward off nightmares.

☾ He also likes entering your dreams, spending time with you there and, most importantly, ensuring that no other suitors may ever find their way there, because you belong to him and him alone. When you sleep in his gardens, you often wake up feeling his lips and hands kissing and caressing your body, leaving trails of dream dust and, at times, colourful patterns on your skin.

☾ As much as he enjoys claiming your body, he desires nothing more than to possess you in spirit as well, so that the union of your fëar leaves a permanent mark on your very being, filling you with his song and his essence.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

"Here? In the middle of your garden?"

Irmo merely laughs in response and rolls you over on your back to climb on top of you, his iridescent butterfly wings fluttering excitedly.

"Why not, my darling petal? Is our love not the fairest and most beautiful thing my garden has ever seen?"

Glittering dream dust falls from his wings and hair as he leans forward to kiss you, and you soon find yourself feeling both soothed and excited by his presence and the comfortable weight of his fána on top of you.

Sensing your emotions, Irmo's gentle hand sneaks between your legs and finds you willing and eager for him, ready to be taken. He breaks the kiss to gaze at your face, delighting in your blushing cheeks, half-lidded eyes and parted, wet lips, panting softly as you look up at him.

"I will make love to you until you fall asleep in my arms," Irmo whispers, "and when you do, I will continue to make love to you in your dreams."

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, war hostage Lucerys)

For those who don't know:

Muña - mother (Lucerys)

Kepa - father (Aemond)

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Alysanne Targaryen was nervous. Today was a special day, and she wanted to look absolutely perfect. She wore a black and blue dress (she received hesitant stares from the seamstress, but they were her favorite colors, her muña said she looked best in his colors, and her kepa said she could ask for whatever she wanted), her hair braided to look like a crown on her golden head, and a sapphire necklace with a seven pointed star her grandmother gave her on her eighth name day.

She was the first to arrive for dinner, and sat down at her designated spot. She nervously twisted the necklace, glancing eagerly at the door.

The next to arrive was her kepa, who changed from his dragon riding clothes to one suitable for tonight, though Alysanne pouted a bit when she noticed he wore a green shirt. True, she didn't notice it was green until he was close enough, but that didn't change the fact he wore green. She knew just how much it made her muña unhappy.

Before she had the chance to ask him to change, the door opened to reveal her muña. She stood up to greet him by curtsying, wanting to show her how much she improved from last time.

She felt a warm, gentle hand patting her head, and the scent of salty sea and lemons wrapping around her. She looked up to see her muña smiling at her, pride in his eyes. Like her, he wore an all black dress, and a neck guard decorated in sapphires. What shocked her was the fact that he had a larger stomach than last moon, where she last saw him.

She took his hand and guided him to sit next to her, ignoring her kepa's frowning face. Muña usually sits in front of her, right beside her kepa. She wanted to be closer to her muña tonight though. It was the only time she gets to see him outside of his chambers, without his guards following his every move. Besides, he willingly sat next to her, and her kepa didn't say anything, so it must be fine.

The dinner was how it usually was, her muña asking her about her life, how she fared in her studies, if she had any trouble with them, how she was feeling everyday. He always placed the best parts of every meal on her plate, which she delightfully accepts. She answered all his questions, asking her own, basking in his presence. Her kepa, as usual, was silent, watching them as they conversed, a strange look in his eye she couldn't really describe. Other than asking her to pass certain meals, he stayed quiet, allowing Alysanne to completely relax and talk to her muña about anything and everything she could think of.

Dinner ended perfectly, no shouting, no glares, no tears. Alysanne was very pleased with how both her parents were behaving (they were both ignoring each other's presence, only ever talking to her, but at least they weren't fighting like her earlier dinners with them). Soon, it was time for her to get ready for bed, and she walked as slowly as she could, so she could continue talking to her muña (she guesses that muña wanted to continue talking with her as well, because he said nothing about their snail-like pace to her chambers). Her kepa was like a shadow, following behind them.

When they finally entered her room, she asked her muña to help her with her curly hair like he has always done, complaining that the septas didn't know what they were doing. Her muña agreed, waited for her to finished bathing, before washing her hair gently, carefully drying it, pouring oil and styling it for bed. Alysanne enjoyed this ritual the most, loving her muña's hands on her hair. He didn't comb roughly like the septas, nor did he complain about her hair's volume and curls. When she was dressed and ready, she eagerly patted jumped on the bed, and patted the empty spot next to her.

Her muña took a little longer to get comfortable (his larger stomach making it difficult to find a good position), and when he finally relaxed, she handed him the story book of the night. It was her favorite, a book about dragons. It was also the longest book she had. Not that she planned for that, of course. Not at all.

She loved her muña's voice, so sweet and warm, only for her. She snuggled as close as she could, enjoying the warmth and her muña's scent. He played with her hair fondly, petted her head and occasionally used his hands to exaggerate the details, making her giggle.

She fought to keep her heavy eyelids open, fought to stifle her yawns, and fought to keep her mind awake and alert.

Unfortunately for her, she was a comfortable child on a comfortable bed snuggling close to her comfortable muña, who was reading to her with a comfortable voice. By the time they were halfway done, she was already asleep.

Aemond, who was leaning against the wall the entire time, approached after making sure she was asleep. Lucerys kissed both her cheeks and her forehead, whispered sweet things in High Valyrian, knowing that his time with her is now ending.

He glanced at Aemond, a silent plea in his eyes, but Aemond's face remained unchanged. Lucerys sighs, hugging his daughter one last time, inhaling her sweet childish scent, before slowly crawling out of her bed.

He stood proud and tall, ignoring Aemond's gaze, only looking back to see her sleeping figure, before leaving her room once again.

Outside the room, the guards followed the pair of dragons back to Lucerys' cage.

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When Alysanne woke up the next day, she wanted to cry, looking for her missing muña, his scent still on her bed, but his side was already cold. She knew it was foolish of her to hope he would stay for the night, that she would open her eyes to see him sleeping next to her. It had only happened on special occasions, like her name day, but she still hoped he would stay a little longer. She sighed unhappily, but she had to get up to start her lessons with the septas. She had to mentally restart counting again.

30 days before she gets to be with muña again. 30 days before they get to eat dinner as a family. 30 days. She only needed to wait for 30 days.

She hates it.

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Update: part 2

#aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #this is both sweet and sad #they really need to fix their relationship because damn #poor baby needs to suffer through it #alysanne targaryen (daughter of aemond and lucerys

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crow-raven-crow · 7 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞

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Chapter Summary: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 /𝑎𝑑𝑗/ -Backwardness of one kind or another.. This was not where she thought you two would end up.. Every look forward in her hopes and fantasies.. she never thought there would be a day where one of you laid in a hospital room fighting for your life while the other prayed to the old gods and the new by your side..

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The hot water raced down the smooth expanse of her pale legs as clouds of steam erupted from the shower head. A thick mist traveled through the bathroom, clinging to the mirror, the walls and presenting just how long the tall blonde had been lost in her thoughts. Her hands were pressed along the shower walls as her head hung in the water, her eyes were closed as she replayed every event that had happened in her mind.

They'd been operating on you and keeping you under close watch for hours. By the time she had gotten to the hospital with Marilyn, you were out of her reach.. She sat, disheveled and defeated with every what if running through her mind for what seemed to be the millionth time that week, with tears staining her face and settling in pools in her hands. There was a point in which she thought the tears would stop coming, that she had cried more than what her body would allow her, but as she was left with her racing thoughts with the bright florescent lights shining on her, they seemed to come again and again, wave after wave of not knowing, of maybe never knowing where you currently stood.

With her, with life, with everything.. She would give anything just to have you in her arms again.

A deep sigh left her lungs as she turned off the water and stepped out of the hot domain, wrapping a towel around her to catch any remaining drops she was unable to shake off. She took a hand to wipe away a clearing on the mirror, a deep frown settling itself on her features as it immediately fogged up again.

She made her way out of the bathroom, immediately being met with the cold air that circled around the empty bedroom. She padded over to her vanity, a sliver of the morning light slipping through the curtains and gracing her with an unwelcome hello. She sat on the cushion and looked deep into her reflection.

Her shoulders sagged and her posture faltered, her eyes wandering from the deep bags under her eyes to the small scratches that littered her face from the long night she was still awake from. Her hand traced along the necklace that held one of your feathers and your matching ring that she planned to hand you once you came to. A weak smile rose to her lips as she remembered the day that you had given it to her.

Your date had run long into the night, the stars scattering the dark sky as small lanterns lit up the area around you two. You successfully were able to hang some from the large tree you found in a clearing by the lake, a large blanket sat atop the grass along the trees base and a small basket with snacks and wine was displayed. You were quite proud of yourself when you walked her to the space and immediately watched as her expression lit up and her shoulders relaxed.

Your legs rested on top of hers as her hands wandered the exposed skin of your thighs. Your dress had hiked up due to the position you both sat in, but it didn't seem like the sapphire beauty was complaining. Your hands rested on her shoulders, one playing with the small hairs that didn't conform to her beautiful updo at the back of her neck while the other toyed with the expensive fabric of her dress.

Your lips danced together, longing and peace filling your beings as all else faded away. Your wings surrounded you two in a warm hold, protecting you both from the chill of the night, and you felt her hands wander up to your back and trace along the base of your wings, a whimper leaving your throat at the contact.

The sound only seemed to spur on her ministrations, her touches becoming more hungry, more bold and firm as she pulled you onto her lap completely before her hands met your wings again. Her fingers moved up and grasped the arch of your wings causing your body to arch forward and a moan to force itself out of your throat as you broke the kiss.

"Riss- you-" another moan broke from you as she continued to toy with you, finding your reactions absolutely delicious. Your body shuddered as another wave of warmth shot to your abdomen. "S-Sen- they're sensitive.."

A good portion of the night continued on like that, retiring to her quarters only to continue where she had left off. One touch was all it took for you to melt into her over and over again.

You laid against her chest as your fingers danced around her smooth skin. You placed a few more kisses along the pale canvas and admired the dark marks that littered it before looking up at her. She looked at you with nothing but love swirling in her eyes and a smile meeting her lips before she opened her arms and beckoned you to come closer.

Her hands rubbed the soft skin of your back, fingers tracing along the scattered feathers before they erupted into wings. You flapped them softly, stretching them out before relaxing them again. A feather had flown off and landed beside you. You smiled at the sight and twirled it between your fingers.

"It is said that an Avian is happy with their partner when they present them with a feather of their own.. When they're comfortable in their own skin.. when they believe their partner brings out the best in them.. It only happens when the mind and soul allow it.." You took one of her hands and placed the feather in it then watched her trace along the fine hairs.

"It feels like its all connected, so I want you to have it.."

The words made her freeze every action, her breath leaving her lungs and her eyes growing wide as they landed on your figure. She took in how nervous you were, how the blush along your cheeks didn't seem to go away, how she felt your heart rate pick up against her skin, how you fiddled with the fabric of the blanket that slightly covered the both of you. "I-If you want it, that is-"

"Yes!" She sat up a bit more and pulled you close after her loud reaction made you jump. She knew the importance of this moment and didn't want her shock to ruin it for you. Being the principal of Nevermore and being a rare type herself made her want to be as knowledgable in other types of outcasts as she could. When you walked into her life, you were no exception. "I-I'm sorry, dove.. Yes- Yes, I would love to take this.."

A wave of relief coursed through you as a smile soon took over your face. Your heart felt full, fuller than it had ever felt before, and it was all due to the build up of this moment alone.

She placed the necklace around her neck as she threw herself one last glance in the mirror, making sure her appearance was just as put together as it always was before she grabbed her bag and walked out her office doors.

She had made it a plan to stay by your side as long as she could. She left to freshen up and wash away the physical traces of last night when Marilyn came back from doing the same. She wanted someone to be there for when you woke up, and, though she wanted it to be her, there was a need to wash away the dirt and grime, give her head a much needed reset.

She walked through the halls, the sound of her heels clicking against the stone floor and bouncing off the walls as she passed through. Every corner she turned, every room she looked into only did an amazing job of reminding her of you.

The balcony that overlooked the quad was where you had asked her to go on your first date, the large arches that framed the hall to the teachers lounge was where she waited for you after your longer days, knowing that you always stopped for a hot tea to pick yourself back up, and the stone stairs that were at the front of the school were where you waited for her after long meetings, saying that it was always a good idea to get up and walk to get a clearer head.

A deep sigh emptied her chest as she walked down the same steps and to the car. Life would be so different without you.. It was only now that she was taking in the weight of everything that you did for her, everything you gave her - every emotion whether good or bad, every night whether long or short, she always knew she would be okay in your company.. always safe in your company..

She rested her head against the steering wheel in defeat, a new wave of tears threatening to fall, the emotion flooding her veins and rippling through her entire being as she allowed herself to be vulnerable for a few moments.

What would the kids think when they heard the news? When they walked into your classroom only to be met with a substitute? How many questions would they ask? How many of them would she have to avoid?

If there was anything the walk from her office taught her, it was that you were a big part of the soul that made up Nevermore.

A loud cheer was heard from the quad as streamers fluttered down from the sky. The sun casted a warm glow along the walls, and a small chill was starting to make itself known as the sun slowly but surely started to fade from the sky. You flew up and hung the last line of fairy lights, slowly making your way down and smiling when you felt warm hands meet your hips. You turned your head slightly to look at the blonde behind you, a laugh leaving your lips as you turned around in her hold and pulled her close.

It was the first day of fall - something celebrated in the small town as the fall festival and Outreach Day followed close behind. The change of a new season was significant to many outcast cultures, and she took in your beautiful smile as she knew it was important to you as well.

You grabbed her hand and wandered off to the side, leaning against the wall to look over the happy smiles of the students around you. A small party was something you thought of doing when you witnessed a celebration during one of your travels. It was met with nothing but praise and additions when you asked for help from your fellow co-workers.

She soaked in your expression - pride and love radiating from you at the outcome of a successful launch. She always wished for someone to love this school as much as she did - she grew up here, learned to welcome and be herself here, went through heartbreak and built herself back up again. She was a part of the soul of this school.. and, as she looked at you by her side, with a sparkle in your eyes, with your hand in hers.. she knew that you would become a big part of it too…

She settled into the seat next to Marilyn after she entered the bright room. The redheads hands meeting her own in a gentle hold, pulling her complete attention to her. "You need rest.."

"I don't- I can't-"

"Here.." She took the items off of the blondes lap and placed them in the empty seat beside her. She took her coat and draped it over her then urged her to rest her head on her shoulder. "I know you won't leave since she's here, so come on.."

"Mari-"

"Larissa."

There was no point in fighting back against the red head - once she set her mind towards something, there was little to no room to make her back down. "She'd want you to rest.."

That sentence alone was enough to take away the rest of her resolve as her mask slipped and revealed just how tired she had become. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as she allowed herself to slouch in her seat, shuffling to one side of it as her head lowered onto her friends shoulder.

She laughed slightly, knowing that the slight of the two women next to each other in the room like this would look nothing less than comical. The small rumble of the woman settled Marilyn's nerves just a bit, pressing into the thought that they would be okay, that you two would be okay..

Larissa let her eyes flutter shut, soaking in the comforting warmth that emitted from her friend as sleep and exhaustion took her in their hold.

The spring breeze carried the smell of grass with it, swirling around her in the large field she found herself in. The sun was bright as it sat at its peak in the blue sky. She brought a hand up to block out the beams of light, her head shooting to her right as a loud scream and wild giggles filled her ears.

"I'm gonna get ya!! I'm getting closer!! RAH!" A loud squeal shot into the air as she watched you pick up a small girl and tickle her in your arms. The giggling only got closer as you slowly made your way to where she stood. "My little dove, you are getting faster and faster as the days move forward."

You planted a kiss on the small child's head, moving your hands to under her arms as your lifted her into the air. Larissa took in the girls looks, her hair was dark like yours, but her eyes shined a bright, excited blue. The small wings that shot out from her back were a mix of the dark color of your own and a bright white that matched her hair.

You handed the girl off to Larissa and she happily took her, going along with the little game you two were playing and making the small girl squirm. You gave out a long whistle before looking up at the sky. "Lets have lunch!!"

A taller, though still young, boy shot down from the sky, expertly shifting into his human form as he landed. His hair was the light blonde like hers, nearing almost silver in the bright light but his eyes were dark like yours. He ran up to you both, pressing his head onto your stomach as you rubbed soothing circles along his back with every breath he took. He looked up at you as he gripped the sides of your pant legs. "When is she gonna be able to fly? I wanna show her what it looks like up there.."

"Soon enough, little one.. She's still growing and has to wait for her wings. But when she gets thereeeee," you lifted the boy into your arms, reflecting the way Larissa held your little girl, "she'll have a master teacher at her disposal. Just like you did."

You threw Larissa a look of admiration as you stood at her side, loving that you had kids with both of your abilities. The image before her looked absolutely perfect.. The sun hit all the right places as it traced along all of your skin, your hair, meeting the smiles along all of your faces and kissing you all hello - blessing you all with the presence of a goddess, gracing her with a family…

You walked hand in hand with two bundles of joy growing increasingly tired in your arms. All was well until a large, dark shadow overcasted all of you. You were the first to turn around, only to face the same Demonic Avian that attacked you so many years ago..

"Take care of your sister, okay? You protect her, and mama will protect you both, okay? Be good." You handed the boy over to Larissa and watched her eyes dart back and forth between you and the large entity. Her guard was up, that much was clear, but you could tell her mind had flashed back to the night many years ago.

She watched as you, once again, put yourself between her and the other Avian, your large wings acting as a wall to keep the distance and give them protection. The sky had grown dark, clouds getting rid of the large shadow and swallowing the entire valley in a cool grey. "Larissa, you need to go. Take the kids and go, please.."

"Y/N, I can't just-"

"Riss- please.." You looked back at her as tears filled your eyes, desperation filling your being as you pleaded for her to get to safety. "I love you - I'll be okay, I promise."

The words echoed in Larissa's head, like a line of hope, like gas to a flame, like the push she needed to protect what she had.

I'll be okay I promise I promise I'll be okay I'll be okay I'll be okay I promise I promise I promise I-

"Go!"

"We've got a fighter!" She awoke with a start, jumping out of her skin and successfully waking Marilyn who rested beside her. The two blinked rapidly while sitting up in their chairs, looking for the source of the booming voice that entered the room. "She's in recovery.. We're gonna keep monitoring her, so we're keeping her here until we determine she's well enough to leave."

She stood from her spot, walking up closer to the doctor as she played with her fingers. Her voice wavered as she urged herself to ask the question that's been plaguing her mind. "How.. How is she..?"

"She lost a lot of blood.. If I'm being honest, it's a miracle that she's still with us. It seems like she's just not done here quite yet, though. If you two want to come with me.." Marilyn stood and grabbed everything, rushing to her side at the doctors words. "I know about the situation from the reports, so I think she'll be glad to see you two when she wakes up."

He gestured you both into the room, saying to make yourselves comfortable before leaving. Larissa was the first to walk in, but froze as her eyes landed on your form.

You were cleaned up, any traces of blood being washed away. Your wings covered each side of you, the white feathers that grew from your scars heavily contrasting the rest of the darkness that encompassed you. You still looked pale, but the fact got overshadowed by the bandages covering a good section of your right cheek. The sight made her heart hurt, and she could only imagine what else littered your body, what else would scar over.. exactly how much pain you were in..

She walked closer and softly ran her knuckles along your unharmed cheek, a few tears slipping from her eyes as the sound from the heart monitor filled the room. Did everything lead up to this moment? Was there a universe in which neither of you got hurt?

The seriousness of her mistake settled in her chest again. If only she had listened to you, if only she didn't shut you out, if only-

"She'll be okay." The kind voice from behind her broke her trance and brought her attention back. She tucked a hair behind your hear before sitting down beside the botanist.

"I know.. It's like she told me.." Her eyes never left your unmoving form, her mind wandering back to the dream she had moments ago. Though she hoped the end of it never happened, she'd do anything to get to the happiness that her dream depicted.

She'd wait for you for how ever long it took.

So she did.

Days had passed and you hadn't woken up. She was surprised at how long you had been out for, it seemed you were sleeping soundly as a restful expression formed on your face earlier this morning, but she knew how extreme your condition was and went back to her work.

Every so often she would look up from her laptop screen and peer over the rims of her glasses, looking at any changes in your appearance. She was glad that your skin had gained more of it's color a couple days ago - you were looking much better, overall.

As she was carefully looking at your every detail, you started to move - your legs circling in the white sheets as an uncomfortable expression made itself known along your features. You slowly brought a hand up, the weakness in your body showing itself off, and touched the bandages that were on your cheek, letting out a low, broken groan.

Her breathing stilled in her chest and all her movements froze, making the room quiet except for the machines. She watched you struggle to sit up, doing so slowly but surely. You looked around the room while rubbing your throat, your eyes stopping on Larissa as an extremely worried expression rose to your face.

"Let- I.." She sat up straight, putting her laptop down and moving her glasses to rest on her head. She cut you off before you were able to speak and stood before any questions left your mouth. "Let me grab you some water."

She quickly left the room and grabbed the closest nurse, explaining that you had woken up and probably needed to get some sort of attention. She nodded and went to fetch your doctor.

Larissa's heart felt as though it was going to pound out of her chest. Her breathing was slightly labored, and her vision was noticeably wavering. She leaned against the closest wall, forcing her emotions to settle and get a hold of themselves.

She was allowed back in after they asked you some questions and wrote down some notes for your records. Larissa walked in but froze in the doorway. She took a moment to admire you as your gaze was distracted out the window.

The cool toned light from the early morning sky filtered in through the glass window, shining against your skin as though you were an angel. A flock of birds flew by above the tree tops, the small group of nature making a wide smile grow on your face. It melted her heart.

She stepped in more to catch your attention, your gaze slowly moving to hers. She settled into a seat close to you and you studied her expression with a concerned tone on your face.

"I-"

"Y/n, I'm so.. so sorry.." It was like that one sentence was enough to spur her on and say everything she had been feeling since the night she forced you out of her office. "You shouldn't have gone through that.. no one deserves to go through that.. When I saw you after the Avian.. when you were laying on the floor… I messed up, Y/n.. I'm so sorry, and I promise to make it up to you every day I-"

"I'm sorry.." Your voice was weak as you looked at her form. Tears left her eyes with no filter, her eyes landed on yours as she tried to read what was sitting behind them. Her shoulders were slumped, and her hands rested in her lap as she played with her fingers, played with the ring you made for her. She looked confused, and a heavy feeling sat in her throat as to what you could be sorry for. You were here because of her..

"No.." She shook her head while speaking, her eyes moving back to yours to put more weight in her words. She moved one of her hands and grabbed one of yours gently, rubbing her thumb against your knuckles. "It's okay.. There's nothing to be sorry for, my love.."

Her words and actions heavily confused you. Everything that had happened?

"No- no.. I.. I'm sorry, I.." You started, avoiding her gaze as you looked around the room, unsure if you should bring your thoughts to light. Your eyes wandered along her things, seeing the files and papers littered across the bench by the window. You looked over her again, seeing one of your feathers around her neck, causing you to lift your other hand up to grab the matching one around your own.

She looked so.. full of worry.. full of so much care towards you.. It made you wonder how she was holding up, how long she had waited by your side, how long she begged for you to wake up.. You decided to speak, not wanting to hold the truth from the beauty beside you.

"Who.. are you?"

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a/n: gods this one broke me

writing out the memories and then her dream was fucking soul crushing i just want them to be happy so bad LMAOOO

the ending was one of the earlier things i wrote for this series so i built everything else up as i was going and i really like how it came out. every time i finish a chapter of their series its like my lungs fucking empty like all the hurt hits me at once and im like god damnit HAH

school and work have been taking up a lot of my time currently, so i'm definately taking more time uploading stuff than what I usually do, but i do this in my free time and enjoy every second of it. i'll always keep you all updated about anything in regards to my writing

thank you guys for the support!!! it was SO COOL to see that the first chapters of my series are in the top 3 most popular on my page. my jaw dropped seeing it because it's amazing to see that you guys love my work as much as i

so thank you literally so much

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