#talk to your son wil

[emisnt2]

c!Fundy, my shining star, come back pls

#Eret stream skskskms #This means we're getting Niki and then Fundy yoo! #I need to watch the stream i just knew the basic stuff from twitter lmao #Cmon Wil #talk to your son so i can draw something

[adragonprinceswhore]

Colour My Mind, Bring Me Back

Chapter III: Sorcery I Series Masterlist Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!wife

Summary: Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen returns to King’s Landing victorious after besting his uncle during The Battle Above the Gods Eye, securing his withering brother's claim to the Iron Throne. Upon his arrival, he learns that his wife was a casualty of a Black ambush, suffering a severe blow to her skull.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns (3rd person), angst, canon divergence (Aemond survives), war trauma, depictions of violence, head injury, amnesia, ableism, medieval medicinal practices, longing, yearning, eventual smut, period-typical sexism and talk of sex

Word Count: 3600

“No. Out of the question. You will not bring her here”, the Dowager Queen’s irate voice is harsh enough to alert Lady Lannister of her presence, despite the low volume she speaks in. 

As the days pass, the wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen learns more about her life at court. She’s told stories of how she arrived in King’s Landing at the tender age of 10, quickly acclimating to life in the capital with her father, Tyland Lannister, who’d been appointed lord admiral and maester of ships.

Yet she’s become aware of the fact that everything she’s told is filtered; carefully sorted by the royal family to ensure that she stays ignorant about certain sensitivities. 

But the lady finds herself thirsting for knowledge, curious to learn about all aspects of her life. Even the unpleasant ones. 

Therefore, she’s picked up the habit of waking in silence, keeping her eyes shut and ears alert. 

“I have already received permission from Aegon, mother. If I take Vhagar to Harrenhal, it won’t take long”

The former Prince Regent sounds drained of life, his usually soft and unsettling voice unable to hide the vexation his mothers unwillingness to agree with him has coaxed out.  

“What use do you have for her here, Aemond?”, Alicent questions in distress, “I’ve already asked you to leave the war behind, do not force me to beg you”

Her son is quiet for a moment, possibly contemplating whether he should heed his mother’s request and leave the witch be, or use the last drop of vigour inside to make her see reason.

“Her knowledge could-“

As if he were a disobeying, wilful child, his utterance is cut short by his mother, “You are needed here, by your wife’s side! Do not abandon her, son”

There is a shift in the air, a chill breeze darting across the stone walls of the chambers as Aemond’s icy voice quickly retorts, “I am not abandoning her”

The tension in the room feels almost too overbearing to withstand, yet Lady Lannister prays that her sensible state won’t be detected. Despite having grown used to quietly waking and observing her surroundings, she’s never been in the presence of such a heated discussion before, at least not to her knowledge. 

Listening to her husband and his mother is like being privy not only to the intimate argument currently taking place, but to a struggle for power; a royal game where the victor decides the fate of the other. 

“You will not bring your sorceress here and you will not seek her out. I forbid it”

Does the Dowager have the power to forbid her son from going? 

Would he defy her? 

A persistent tickle in the back of her throat finally forces Lady Lannister to take in a deep breath, prompting her to cough and alert her two spectators of her awakened state. 

She opens her eyes as she hears the Dowager Queen’s heavy skirts shuffle towards her, voice suddenly gentle as she inquires, “Oh sweetling, how are you faring?” 

The young lady pushes her body up slightly, reaches for the glass of wine on the table next to her, and takes a sip. The sharp sound of her ring-covered fingers knocking against the metallic chalice rings familiar, but she does not know why. 

Swallowing the tart liquid, she meets her mother-by-marriage’s worried gaze and attempts to stifle her distress with a smile, “I am doing better each day, your grace”

Alicent’s eyes shine as she nods in understanding, the warmth of her smile erasing the tension accompanying them from the previous discussion in a matter of moments. 

Her son, however, seems to still be deep in thought as he regards his wife from behind his mother. His frame is rigid; his hands are clasped behind his back and he holds his head high as he observes the two women left in his family. He always seems to stay on high alert, even in the familiar company of his lady-wife and mother. Lady Lannister is still unable to decipher if his apprehension towards her was due to her injury, or if it was the state their union had always found itself in. 

“Maester Alfador told me you went for a walk in the gardens yesterday. It pleases me greatly to know that you are recovering so swiftly, my dear”, the Dowager Queen squeezes her hand in affection.

“We’ve been told by Grand Maester Orwyle that smells and tastes may unlock some nostalgia”, she excitedly explains, “I’ve asked Aemond to inform the kitchens of all your favourite dishes” 

Her eyes flicker towards her husband, meeting his piercing gaze. Locking eyes with him feels like entering battle; an unyielding clash of wills. She cannot be sure that he treats her this way to frighten her, yet as her vigour slowly comes back, so do her instincts. 

Telling her not to back down. 

She feels most content in the mornings, before her daily routines begin.

She spends them in solitude, breaking her fast by the large window overlooking Blackwater Bay, eyes trained on the dark waves rhythmically beating against land. No matter how forcefully the sea whipped the edge of King’s Landing, it never reached the city. 

Was her mind the same? 

Sometimes, she’d hear a noise, inhale a smell, or watch something that sent an evocative sting through her heart. Yet, she couldn’t make out why. 

It seems like no matter how forcefully her latent self hurled memories at her mind, they never reached her.

She can only feel the nostalgia. Not understand it. 

After breaking her fast, she’s joined by Maester Alfador and Arsa. They informed her that her internal balance needs restoration, and have therefore recently decided that she shall start each morning by bloodletting through leeches. 

Though the creatures had frightened her at first, she’d quickly grown used to the practice. It did not hurt much, but it did leave her feeling weaker than she was in the mornings, causing her to spend hours in bed each day recovering from the remedy. 

Being somewhat enfeeble also provided comfort, however. Especially in times when the doubts about her fate weighed heavily on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. Those days she longed for the leeches to suck out her unease. 

“You have recovered beautifully, princess”, Maester Alfador proudly proclaims, surely eager to bask in the glory of having saved the princess consort’s life. 

“The King will be pleased to see his sister perform her duties back in court once more”, Arsa agrees with a tight smile. Lady Lannister often wondered if she only offered them as a display of courtesy towards those around her; her joy never reached her eyes and her lips did not quite pull upwards, more backwards. 

“Indeed”, the older man hums as he gently pinches the sides of a leech drawing blood from Lady Lannisters right leg, “But the most urgent duty involves her dear lord-husband”

Maester Alfador had a habit of conveying much despite choosing his words carefully, a trait shared amongst many at court. The slight change in tone when he calls her husband ‘dear’ does not pass her ears unnoticed, yet she does not want to prod further, a stone of apprehension settling in her belly at the implication. 

He does not hold me dear.

“The duty of providing him with an heir?”, she asks quietly, reluctantly curious about what is expected of her now once she’s recovered. 

“Recovered?”, her despondent voice echoes in her head, “I still know nothing”

“Mm”, he murmurs as he inspects the small wound that the leech has left on her leg, “he might dispose of you if not provided one”

The Maester’s words cause the stone in her belly to grow, climbing up towards her throat. It feels heavy to breathe again, like a thick tome has been discarded on her chest.

He takes some pity on her silence, granting her uncertain gaze an understanding look before speaking up again, “As a noble lady, your fate will not be cruel. The Queen Consort cares for you dearly and will not allow for you to lead a life below your station”

His attempted comfort does not diminish the unease inside her. 

“Prince Aemond may only be a second son, but House Targaryen has lost many lives during the war”, he reasons with her, possibly to make her understand the gravity of the situation her marriage is in, “There is an immediate shortage of silver-haired babes” 

“Well, true-born ones”, he adds after a moment of silence, and Arsa promptly swats his arm as she releases a grunt of disapproval. He only shrugs at the scolding, picking up the tray of leeches and leaves to bring them back to the cool, wet stone crevice they reside in.

The tall woman lets out a huff as she watches the Maester’s frame grow smaller, “Maester Alfador might be an educated man, yet there is much he does not know”

She turns to lock eyes with Lady Lannister, an unsettling determination reflecting in her grey eyes, “Do you remember laying with your husband before?”

The intrusive inquiry causes the lady’s eyes to widen. Surely a servant should not speak so freely to the prince’s lady-wife? 

“No”, she answers truthfully, intrigued by the lewd turn of conversation. 

“It will not hurt too bad, since you are no longer a maiden”, she frankly states, “Discomfort is common, however. Ask your husband to be gentle with you, your defective state might grant you some pity from him” 

Despite the stern look in her eye and the dismissive tone she speaks in, Lady Lannister realises that Arsa is trying to help her prepare for the inevitable, as best as she can. The unexpected act of kindness makes it easier for her to breathe, and she feels her cheeks heat up slightly as she thanks her caretaker with a timid smile. It is not reciprocated. 

She spends the rest of the day wandering the halls of the Red Keep, feebly wishing to tickle her memory if only for a fleeting moment. 

She runs her hands over the stony walls, the plush, velvet-clad chairs, the smooth, polished table of oak. 

Nothing.

She leans in closer to smell the artefacts surrounding her, letting the earthy air of the stone fill her nostrils, mixing with the woodsy hint of the table and the sweet perfume of the chair’s fabric. 

Nothing.  

Resigned and curious spirit defeated, she returns to her chambers. 

Her mind drifts back to the conversation she’d had with Maester Alfador and Arsa earlier; about how she needs to resume her duties as a princess of the realm and honour her husband with a son. 

For any noble woman, that was the greatest purpose of her existence. Still, her disoriented state refused to find solace in the fact that this burden was not hers to carry alone. In fact, it was not the responsibility that frightened her initially, but the act itself. 

She knows of it, and how men plant their seed inside their wives. Yet, when she attempts to visualise the act in her mind’s eye, she does not know what to expect. 

Is there anything she should do? Any particular preparation? Will her husband lead the interaction, or is she in charge of any specific part of it? 

Not even when two maids, Elinda and Jocelyn, come to ready her for bed does her inner turmoil cease. The natural quietness of the room as Jocelyn applies lavender oil to her braids feels almost deafening as her mind craves to quiet her inner unease. 

Her eyes dart from Jocelyn to Elinda, who’s round with child. Although Lady Lannister is certain that her large belly must hinder her diligent work at the Red Keep, the young woman seems to glow in the dull light of the early evening, as if sunbeams were emitting from her being. 

“Jocelyn, are you married as well?”, she carefully prods, hoping that her question is not too intrusive. Both maids seem to be close to her in age, a similarity she hopes might allow them to speak plainly with her. 

“Yes, your grace”, she replies softly, warm eyes meeting Lady Lannister’s fascinated gaze through the mirror of her vanity, “I’ve been married for quite some time now”

“Her husband made her a similar gift when they wed”, Elinda chimes in as she appears next to the pair, running her fingers over the delicate carvings surrounding the mirror before them.  

“How was the wedding?”, the lady quickly questions as she watches Jocelyn through the mirror. The maid applies more oil to her palms before moving the tip of her fingers towards her scalp, gently pushing the oil into the roots of her hair. 

“‘Twas like most weddings are”, she shrugs, eyes trained on the way her fingertips disappear into the golden locks of Lady Lannister. 

“And what about what came after?”, she pushed further, no longer feeling like she has much to lose from being so forward with her maids. If they despise her for it, they may tell all servants of her lewd queries, she is too impatient to care anymore. 

Jocelyn’s fingers still as her eyes travel from the lady’s scalp to lock with hers, a small grin forming at the corners of her mouth, “‘Twas like most beddings are”, she answers truthfully.

“I would like to know what is expected of me, I cannot remember much”, the young lady sighs as her eyes seek understanding from the two women caring for her. Elinda, now reappearing next to the vanity with linens neatly folded in her arms, takes pity on her,

“You lie down, allowing your husband to take you. There might be discomfort, but there might be pleasure as well” 

Jocelyn hums in agreement and adds, “Think of something which arouses you”

Lady Lannister’s eyebrows draw together in perplexment as she considers the maid’s words. 

Something which arouses me? 

“On my wedding night, my husband stunk of ale”, she elaborates, earning her a piteous look from Elinda, “The act was unpleasant at first”

“But then I closed my eyes and thought of a striking knight that had passed our house the day prior. Thinking of him made it pleasurable” 

The lady’s mouth falls agape at her confession. Her wide eyes must’ve amused the maids greatly, for they quickly fell into a joyous fit of laughter at her surprised disposition.

“His hair was red like the leaves in autumn, and his eyes green as fresh grass in spring”, Jocelyn sighs longingly, gaze leaving the confinements of the Red Keep and travelling somewhere far away. 

“I do not remember the faces of any striking knights. Mayhaps you’ll need to find me one before my bedding”, Lady Lannister quips, pleased with the newly found cheerful state of her quarters. 

Her attempted jest provides the opposite effect, however. Both maids suddenly turn quiet, moving to face the noble woman with sorrow-filled compassion.

Elinda rests a reassuring hand on her shoulder, poignant gaze observing her wearily, “If the prince allows you some say, ask for him to take you from behind. Then you won’t be forced to look at that awful scar of his”

Sleep does not find her easily. She turns in her bed, legs restlessly kicking at the heavy quilt suffocating her. 

Had she spent too much of her time resting? 

The threat of the unknown, the uneasy dread of what’s to come still weighs heavily on her chest, refusing to let go of her senses. 

Irate with her body’s refusal to obey her wishes, she sighs loudly before leaving the warmth of her bed, putting on a moss-coloured robe with vibrant, red detailings. Her fingers glide over the intricate embroidery, allowing the familiar sting of recollection to pierce her heart. 

Moving towards the large window where she usually breaks her fast, she’s stopped in her tracks by the familiar soft voice of her husband. 

Despite not being able to make out what he’s saying, she knows it’s him. 

Suddenly aware of her steps, she creeps silently towards the sound of his voice. It is seeping through a fairly large crack in one of the walls of her chambers, right next to a door she had yet to pass through. It was surely deep into the hour of the wolf, yet her husband was awake and with company. 

“-and with his withering state, we need to consider an alternative course of action”, she hears someone say, a voice possibly belonging to an older man by the fatigued sound of it. 

“Keeping up appearances will only be possible for so long, soon the people will learn of how weak their King truly is”

Low, unintelligible murmurs seep through the wall. 

“How is your wife faring, your grace?”, another questions.

She feels her heart drum faster in her chest, hands growing damp against the stone wall as she pushes her cheek impossibly close to the crack, straining her ears to hear what they have to say about her.

Her husband hums lowly, taking some time before replying, “In Harrenhal, I watched Alys as she saw visions in fire, storm clouds and pools of water. They are what saved me during the battle above the God’s Eye”

A grave silence settles, all participants waiting for the prince to continue with intrigue. 

“She showed me that witchcraft is a powerful tool. A tool which she warned me would be used against me by my enemies”

Lady Lannister holds her breath as she waits for her husband to continue.

“My wife does not remember any of her time in King’s Landing. She does not remember any words of a language she was previously fluent in. She recoils whenever I seek her touch”, Aemond’s soft tone holds something melancholic as he speaks, 

“How can I know that it truly is her, and not an impostor?”

Another moment of heavy silence sparks the tension not only in the adjacent chambers, but in Lady Lannister’s as well.

If she truly was an impostor, a foe posing as his wife, she would not know. Mayhaps she truly was a replacement? How else could her insensible state and her mind’s refusal to remember her life be explained? 

What if the blow to her skull was in fact the result of sorcery, a punishment bestowed upon her by one of her husband’s enemies? 

“My Prince, if I may speak plainly”, the same weary voice begins, “There is no trace of her being an impostor, or the victim of dark magic. When the blacks seized King’s Landing, they knew that killing the princess would be disadvantageous”

The elderly man clear his throat before continuing, “But that did not stop Rhaenyra’s men from using excessive force as they made their way through the Red Keep”

His voice takes a gentle shift as he explains, “Several witnesses have stated that Lady Lannister attempted to break free from a Black knight’s hold by biting his hand, a gesture which led him to strike her harshly with the back of his pommel”

“The severe blow is what left her senseless for so long”

She feels hot tears warm the cold skin of her cheeks. So that is how she lost herself, assaulted by an exasperated knight. 

“I understand your frustrations, my prince. But you must remember that to her, you are still a stranger”, the man sounds almost fatherly as his words gently push the prince towards understanding, “Allow her some time. Aid her. ‘Tis not witchcraft that has caused this, and bringing a sorceress here will do little to help her recovery”

She thinks she can hear the low vibrations of a hum leave Aemond’s lips in reply, but it’s too distant to know for certain. 

“I’ve instructed Maester Alfador to report her progress to me, though I’m afraid that his competence in the matter might have been exaggerated. I’ll make sure to visit her daily myself, whenever I find time away from the King”, he concludes. 

“Thank you”, is all her husband replies, though she knows that a stoic man like him would not show gratitude unless it was heartfelt, “If that is all, you may be excused”

The scraping of chairs moving and the clink of cups drown out the murmurs of farewell. Still, Lady Lannister thinks she can make out what the older man says before leaving, 

“Moving back to your marital chambers could allow for some normality, possibly precipitating your lady-wife’s recollection of you”

This time, she can clearly make out the hum her husband emits as the noises in the space next to hers die down. Left is the lone sound of someone walking, confident steps halting before a soft thud echoes all the way to Lady Lannister’s ears. 

Does he sleep in the room next to mine?

She had never even considered the possibility that her husband might be so close, he rarely came to visit her when she was at her senses and even when he did, he felt so distant. Learning that they’d shared a wall this entire time made her internal unease grow, though it was hard for her to comprehend why. 

Why did he wish to stay so close?

She moves on her toes back to her bed, slowly laying down and pulling the quilt over her body as quietly as possible. She suddenly feels watched in a way she had not before, painfully aware of the fact that if she could hear him, mayhaps he had heard her?

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this chapter, please consider leaving a like, reblog or comment 🩵

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[wilwheaton]

Imagine my shock when I am sitting on the couch next to my son, who is playing on his VR, when out of nowhere, I hear a familiar voice! One quick google search later and I confirm, yes, that is indeed Wil Wheaton voicing the charming actor/villain my son was going against while playing I Expect You To Die 2! After a short geek-out session with him (we often talk about/gush when we hear familiar and favorite voices in our shows and games), my son says ‘He sounds like a really good voice actor.’ So know that your performance has gained the approval of at least one media-entrenched 12 year old. Thanks for making our day a little brighter.

AHHHH! I love that character, and I had the BEST TIME recording it. We did it during the lockdown, so I built a little booth in my bedroom (the only room in the house with carpet), and they sent me a microphone that costs more than my car, all the gear to set it up, and a laptop with Pro Tools.

I set it all up, and their engineer VPN'd into the laptop to run the session on the computer that was sitting at the foot of my bed. I had a zoom connection somehow, I think on my laptop that was sitting on the dresser, and Kris Brown, my favorite video game director of all time, directed me through it all in one session.

I still haven't played it (VR makes me violently motion sick) but I've only ever gotten positive feedback. Please tell your son I said thank you for letting me entertain him!

[average-vibe]

No One Needs To Know

PAIRING: Sisterinnit x Wilbur (Romantic)

WARNING: Cursing and unedited work (lmk if i missed any <3)

SUMMARY: as a streamers sister, you get to meet one of your brothers friends. too bad hes hot.

PRONOUNS: she/her, lmk if you want it changed.

STUFF YOU NEED TO KNOW: Y/N: your name

People Mentioned: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Ranboo, Tubbo, Molly, motherinnit

A/N: i made a poll asking which one y’all wanted like 5 weeks ago sooo yeah… sorry lol!

Part 2

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“C’mon, Y/N. I don’t have all day!” Your brother, Tommy complained from outside your door.

“Give me 5 more minutes, Christ!” you yelled back, quickly applying mascara to your eyelashes. To be fair, you probably were taking a bit too long getting ready, but Tommy also was being a little bit of a bitch.

After you finished getting ready, (Tommy told you that ‘If you don’t hurry the fuck up im gonna tell Wilbur that you shit your pants every day!’) you slowly opened the bathroom door to see Tommy flipping you off with a hint of a grin of his face.

“Took you long enough, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Thought i was gonna have to tell Wil how often you shit your pants these days!” He laughed, and followed you into the kitchen.

“Mum, we’re leaving now!” you yelled, while tommy yelled, “YEAH, BYE MOTHER!”

“I wanna drive!” Tommy whined as you grabbed the keys, walking out of the house. “I’ll let you pick the music. I wanna drive!” he continued. “okay, okay, whatever, Jesus..” you’d said, handing him the keys with a chuckle.

The car ride was terrifying to say the least, with Tommy getting distracted by your “shit-stained” music taste. When you two finally pulled into the small café you agreed on going to, Tommy was nearly jumping out of the car and into the shop. You watched as he searched for his friend, whom was sitting in the corner, looking at his phone.

“WILBUR!” Tommy screamed as you covered your face and walked over to where he was sitting.

“Hey, you sorry son-of-a-bitch.” Wilbur said, smirking. “And ‘sisterinnit’.” he said, referring to your online persona. Sisterinnit became your nickname because you preferred to not use your real name.

“It’s Y/N.” You corrected, smiling at the rather attractive brunet. “but it’s whatever you want.”

“Alright, Y/N.” he said, smiling back at you, “pretty name.”

“Thank you.” you said, face beginning to turn hot.

“stop fucking flirting with my sister, asshole!” Tommy teased, smiling Wilbur on the back of the head. “save it for when i’m not around, as least.” He begged, after seeing you roll your eyes.

“I’ll try, s’gonna be hard though.” Wilbur flirted, smirking towards you. You felt a red flush cover your face out of embarrassment.

“Is anyone else supposed to be here?” Wilbur said, after a moment of silence.

“yeah, Molly said she’d come, along with Toby and Ranboo.” Tommy answered.

You had met Molly before, as she had been to some family dinners, And Tanboo was basically one of your best friends, and you had heard tommy talk about Toby. but that didn’t help your nerves. You had no idea why, but you were very stressed about today endeavor. You cracked your knuckles, a nervous habit, as you waited for Tommy’s friends.

“Are you alright?” Wilbur asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You studied him, trying to find a hint of teasing, a smirk or crinkle of his eyes. but all you could find was worry.

“Yeah Im fine.” you said with a smile, and his worry seemed to melt away as his honey eyes lightened, and a small smile graced his lips.

After about 5 minutes, Ranboos tall frame became visible as he locked his car and made his way in, waving at the three of you.

“Hey, y’all.” Ranboo said after he made his way over to your group. You liked Ranboo alright, and he was probably the closest out of all of Tommy’s friends. He was always calm around you, and when you lived with Tommy, Ranboos clam demeanor was a godsend.

After everyone said hi to ranboo, you all began to discuss random topics, ranging from colors to birds. Eventually, Toby and Molly came in at the same time, both finding your group and waving aggressively.

“Hey Toby. Hi Molly!” Tommy said, giving his girlfriend a hug, and Tubbo a high five. “Alright. what are we gonna do?” Tommy asked, digging in his backpack for his camera, (this is the point where i accidentally posted it lol) as you all were filming today. apparently he hadn’t planned out that part.

“We could go to the Amusement park.” Ranboo said, shrugging.

“No!” Molly said “1. Its december, for christs sake, and 2., i have a fear of heights.”

“alright, not that.” Tommy said, quick to defend his girlfriend. “How about the Arcade? downtown?”

“Or the Rollerskate park. we could mess around.” you pointed out, nodding.

“I say we do whatever Y/N wants.” Wilbur said, grinning widely.

“Hey! rude.” Tommy said, rolling his eyes. “It’s only cause you bloody fancy her.”

“So?” Wil asked, smirking. It took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out that Wilbur just confessed to liking you. shiiiiiiiit.

“Okay, anyway,” Tubbo spoke up, “We could go downtown and mess around, go into shops and shit.” Everyone seemed to agree with taht, and Tommy began the video.

“HEY BITCHES! I’M WITH MY GIRLFRIEND AND A BUNCH OF IDIOTS!” He yelled into the camera, and thank the lord you all were alone in that cafe. “Today we are exploring downtown london! scary, amiright?” he asked, mainly to Molly, who nodded. God, you felt bad for her.

The rest of the video was filled with clips of Tommy yelling and Molly making jokes, with a few random jokes about how close you and wilbur were being.

“Let’s play hide n seek!” You suddenly said, getting the idea at the perfect time. “Teams only.”

“I call Tubbo!” Ranboo said, walking over to his short friend.

“I call Y/N, obviously.” Wilbur said, smiling at you. You giggled and there was a plethora of “ews” and “get a room!” calls being made.

“Good.” Tommy said after a short pause. “I am NOT about to be paired with anyone but Molly.” He quickly got into his online character. “Okay, pussies. we’re now going to play hide and seek. Ran and Tubbo, you’re the seekers, and no going on public transportation, Ran. Got it?” There was a collective nod, and then a “LETS GO!” and you and wilbur were off.

You had a hard time keeping up with wilbur, curse his long legs. eventually, after you two were out of eyesight in a shopping centre, he took your hand.

“Wil?” You asked. “you’re holding my hand.”

“I’m fully aware.” he retorted, eyes on the floor as he made his way around the centre.

“Why?” You asked after a long pause.

“why what?”

“why are you holding my fucking hand, wil.”

“because i like you.”

“what?”

“i like you.”

The world paused for a second. did he just confess his feelings to you?

“Did you- Are you- why-“

“I said i like you. I’ve liked you for a while, too.”

“I’ve only known you for 5 hours.”

“yeah, i like you.”

“You don’t like to wait, do you?”

“Nope.” he answered, making you laugh.

“I guess i like you too.” You say.

“You guess?”

“I like you. and i have for a while. ever since i talked to you on that discord call.” you confessed.

“Good, taht entire confession would be very embarrassing if you had said you hated me.” he joked, squeezing your hand. He leaned in slightly, making your stomach jolt.

“Wil.. Tommy’ll kill us..” you whisper, looking up at him.

“No one needs to know.” he whispered back. “I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to. but i really want to.”

“I do too.” You whispered, barely audible. You leaned in a bit more. Fuck it. You lean in the whole way.

It was a gentle kiss. soft. he didn’t try to make it too much. perfect.

After the kiss, you and wilbur giggled, faces inches apart. “We better hide. They’re on their way.” He said, pulling away and dragging you by your hand.

-________-

A/N: This sucks fucking hard but deal with it

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur gold #wilbur gold fluff #wilbur gold x reader #fluff #sbi x reader #dsmp #wilbur #shitpost #fic #writer #tommyinnit x reader

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#133 18+Hinted-

Heracles Saw Ragnarok to be the place You and his Uncle could FINALLY talk things thru and heal from the past...which brings you both to be sitting in front of another

DP Y/n:..I guess...It's really good to see you? Poseidon: You've aged horribly... DP Y/n: You...son of a bitch Poseidon: That didn't take long

DP Y/n: Oh, my stars-What is your problem? Nothing's changed, has it? Who broke the bed, huh? Poseidon: I did!?! Okay?! Is that what you wanna hear!? DoorGuard*Opens the door and Looks at the two who are fighting* Are you alright?

Poseidon*Looks at the Guards with exasperated glare*We're fine. We're fine DP Y/n*Looks flustered and apologetic at the door guard*-I'm so sorry, Oh, my stars

From Another POV Heracles is talking with Jack over Tea

Heracles: When you meddle in someone's personal life, it's just so rewarding!

Back to You and Poseidon...In a less than holy positions

DP Y/n*Your on your back on the table with Poseidon ontop of them*-Oh, Oh, God, yes~ Oh, God-

Poseidon*Holding you down by your hips as he towers over you, leaning to lay kisses from your neck to your shoulder*Oh?~

DoorGuard*From Outside The Guards notice a symbol now surrounding the door that stops them from entering again...and hearing things*Sir...are you alright in there?

DP Y/n*Looking at him with a flustered red hue on your cheeks, An heavy eyelashes*S-Sidon?~ Poseidon*Flips you on your stomach making you be on your hand and knees, grabbing you by the back of the head, a sneering gaze as he looks at your face*The usual position?~

Part 8 of:

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[titan-senpai]

The Pearl of my life

A/N; Since i'm taking a break of Neteyam i figured it was time to give Ao’nung more love <33 Okay no Angst this time , might make this into a mini series tho- ( I have an headcanon that if a na'vi asks a navi to be their mate they go on one knee kinda like proposing..and alot more buy yall are going to see it obvi loll) Maybe a few spelling mistakes loll

Ao’nung x Metkayina F pregnant reader

~ Y/N a Quiet girl who didnt like drama and avoided any drama and guy who asked for her hand… How did she end up with the Olo’eyktans son? You ask me lolll.

Years ago Ao’nung noticed a girl sitting by the water while his group laughed and played with a group of Kids.. That girl stood out. A lot of people knew her as the odd quiet one, But they did notice her beauty and so did a lot of young warriors.. but she rejected every one she came by.. till she finally faced Ao’nung years later… At age 15 they connected like soulmates even though Y/N didn't like to talk a lot to strangers. Surprisingly she was talkative and nice. She was just shy with new people.. but soon with the help of Ao’nung she started talking more.

years later Ao’nung asked for Y/N hand to be her mate..She said yes in a heartbeat… at 19~ let’s see how the lovely young couple is doing.

~Year 2174.. 

“Will You be my mate?” He asked Going down on one knee, holding her hand on his forehead, Closing his eyes, waiting for an Answer. “Oh.. Nung.. Yes..” Moving her hand to cup his face.

As he stood up Putting their foreheads together “Always..” Y/N smiled as tears fled down her cheeks.

The news broke through the clans even through some neighboring clans, “You sure you want him??” Lo’ak Laughed about it “Shush child I’m happy to have another daughter” Ronal patted Lo’ak on his shoulders ``it will be your turn soon” Y/N smiled Pointing at Tsireya and Lo’ak as they both blushed in union. “Who knows in the future but let’s focus on you two now shall we.” Tonowari said glaring at Lo’ak with a protective father look.

~A month later Ronal Convinced her son to mate with Y/N tonight.. The moon was perfect, everything was calculated by her and tonight was it. you were going to be his.. and he was going to be yours

Like the Omatcaya have the tree of voices the metkayina have a Cave of Voices, covered in Colorful corals and crystals, symbols on the inside of the cave with some glowing crystals.. as you made the bond for the first time everything felt new and it felt out of this world.. that was the night when 2 souls danced as 1 for the first time..

~9 Months passed quickly now holding a Baby navi boy that you just gave birth to 10 mins ago

ronal said hello to her first Grandson.. "He looks exacly like ao'nung when i had him.." She smiled waving her finger around so that he would hold her finger in his tiny hands " He is pretty cute, let's just hope he wont end up having his personality.." I smiled as she laughed at my comment "I'm sure he wont" as she stood up from the bed "I'll let him in now goodluck." She smiled opening the door "You can go see her now" before she could say anything Aonung flew by his mother to see his child. "Shush dont make so much noise." i placed a finger over my lips shushing him. as he gulpted and sat down next to me. "Meet your father.." I handed him over to Ao'nung helping him hold the baby.. " Hello there son, Ive been waiting for you for a while now.. cant believe how strong your mother is.." he said smiling as he played with him. soon the rest followed Tsireya,Tonowari, Roxto, and the sully's oh and aonung's now 4/5 year old baby brother Zani't ( Random name)

everyone said hello and had some time with the precious baby, but soon everyone left and it was just the 2 of you or should i say 3 of you "You got a name yet? " I smiled looking down at the baby peacefully sleeping in my arms "Ao'nung Jr?" He joked " I wil not call our child ao'nung Jr, No way " I slapped him on his neck "Ow-owh okay okay how about..Käioe?" "Käioe? I like it." i smiled as he kissed my cheek "Käioe it is"

"Our little family was finally starting..."

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[elvisabutler]

show 'em

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: biker austin butler x female reader word count: 2,401 warnings: marking. a touch of blood kink. possessive behavior. unwanted advances from someone who isn't austin. a lot of talk about bruising. biting. p in v sex ( unprotected ). biker austin. austin has facial hair. public sex. sex on interesting surfaces. author’s note: welcome to day 2 of ally's wet hot smut summer, marking with biker austin butler. special thanks to @butlersxbirdy for brainstorming with me for it's been a long time since i consumed biker media as well as @blurredcolour and @eliseinmemphis for their read throughs to make sure i wasn't completely messing this up. to the anon who requested wil for this day, i am not forgetting you, i promise. like i said, i was gonna move you down a bit because i want to make sure you get a good wil fic. as much as i'm critical of my writing with austin and elvis, i am way worse with other media/things. consider this Sons of Anarchy inspired, austin a bit of a jax stand in with the reader as a tara one to be honest. i live for everyone's excitement about this little thing i'm doing over the summer and adore reading everyone's tags/comments/hearing the screams of delight. they truly are my lifeblood for writing a lot of the time.

Dating a biker is, in a word, complicated. Dating a biker when you are not the normal or stereotypical old lady is complicated and a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst of enemies. As they say though, the heart wants what it wants and for both you and Austin that's no different. All it took was seeing him at a restaurant while you ate lunch with some colleagues and you were sold. Of course, with the way his club is set up, with how they do things that are most definitely not legal, you and him know better than to show off his lawyer of an old lady. It doesn't mean you don't show up at the club from time to time, but it does mean that beyond a very select few no one knows who you are to Austin. The shining light to a darkness that sometimes threatens to overwhelm him when he realizes he wants out of this life. You'll help him eventually even if he has to do his time for his crimes. The problem the two of you never thought about was that in not knowing who you were to Austin- you just looked like another run of the mill patch whore.

"I keep seeing you around here," a guy whose name you haven't bothered to learn murmurs from behind you. He isn't important, and you know this because important people know not to touch you in the club. Important people know that even if you weren't Austin's girl- you value your personal space to a degree that borders on antisocial.

Your eyes drift to the other side of the room where Austin is talking with some other members of the club and being sweet enough with the girl trying to hang on his arm. Another person might be worried, might see the woman as a threat but you know better, you know that there's a sting when you sit down from Austin's handprint on your ass and there's a hickey or five on his chest from your greedy lips and teeth. Still, you have to be pleasant, don't you? "You do. Thinking of joining and everyone's been really nice. I think I might fit right in."

The man hums and moves to step in front of you, blocking your view of Austin. His hand moves to cup your chin, tilting it to face him. "I'm sure they have been nice. You look nice too, you know. Could be a good girl on someone's arm."

Bile starts to rise in your throat as you grab at his wrist, attempting to pull his hand away from your chin. "I'm not- You're really barking up the wrong tree."

"Am I?" He laughs as if he's told the funniest joke in the room and not as if he's disagreeing with you over your desire to talk to him. To play along with his silly game. "You keep coming here and I don't see you leaving on anyone's arm. Kind of failing at your patch whore dreams when that happens."

You can't help the way a startled laugh leaves your body at the implication. He thinks you're a patch whore, a woman who wants to fuck her way through the club until someone decides that they want her as an old lady. You like to think you don't give off that vibe and yet apparently you do. "I have a job outside of here. One that doesn't really go well with being a patch whore."

"Really," he starts to move a little closer and you swear you hear a kerfuffle in the direction of Austin. Oh this was going to be bad. "I think you're just playing hard to get. What? I'm not good enough for the new little whore? Not high enough for your tastes? You want Butler? Or one of his little boys? Come on baby, that's not how this works— what the hell man?"

You look up to see Austin yanking away the would be suitor and pinning him to the wall beside you. "That's exactly how it works for her," he looks over at you and his face softens just a little. "He giving you trouble?"

You shrug, your thighs rubbing together through your jeans. "I had it handled."

Austin's eyes zero in on the way you're rubbing your thighs together and raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? Which is why if I waited for another minute I'd be seeing his hickeys on my old lady's neck."

The man realizes in that exact moment his mistake. You were already taken and not just by anyone, you were taken by one of the highest ranking members of the club. A man who could very easily kick him out right now if not just murder him for thinking his old lady was a patch whore. "Listen I didn't—"

"You did. You were gonna," Austin snarls, moving his hand to the man's neck. "You thought she was fair game. Thought because she isn't hanging onto me that she was your for the taking. You— No offense, but even if she wasn't my old lady, you're punching a bit above your weight class."

As if to belabor the point Austin sends a punch to the man's gut before letting him down off the wall. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight, moving close enough to Austin for him to nip at your neck, marveling in how he sees your skin darkening, a bruise starting to form. "What's a King gotta do to make it obvious she's taken?"

The question is rhetorical but the man and you answer nonetheless with the same answer. "Marks."

Austin's lips curl into a smile that reminds you of a shark— or at the very least some vicious predator and you're reminded of just how attractive and in love with him you are. "Marks," his lips move to your slightly exposed chest, biting harsh enough that you cry out, startled even as your arousal curls inside of you. "You want to look mauled by me, don't you? Debauched by the King? Was the hand print not enough? Was those few hickies not enough? Thought we were trying subtlety, babe."

Your breath quickens under his gaze, as he moves closer to you, causing you to back up against a pool table. The man has barely moved, too concerned the wrong move will get him killed until Austin looks back at him and growls. "Get everyone out of here. Or do something stupid to get their attention. You don't deserve to see this."

A shiver runs through your body at the implication that Austin plans on taking you against the pool table as you look at him. "Aust—"

His hands move to pull off your jacket, a leather number he had bought you after your second date. It's a bit oversized but you preferred it that way, told Austin it meant if your body changed for whatever reason it could still fit. You still remember the night after you told him that, the burn of his beard between your thighs a phantom whisper of a memory among the filth he had spewed from his mouth involving you and him.

"Austin," you utter his name as a warning that has him smirking down at you, doing away with the buttons of your shirt with such ease it's unfair. Your breasts are exposed to him, heaving in your bra and earning a growl as his hands grab at them, squeezing hard enough for you to know they'll be covered in fingertip sized bruises later on. "You going to at least kiss me?"

His face softens just for a moment at the request before he dives in, his teeth pulling at your lip and threatening to make you look every bit of that debauched woman when he was through with you. A moan is ripped from your chest as he takes a hand and busies himself with undoing the front clasp of your bra. You feel the second he manages to undo it, your breasts spilling from their confines and your nipples brushing against the fabric before pebbling at the cold air of the fan above you. Your nipples need attention, he thinks as he pulls away and sucks little marks all the way down your neck and clavicle till he reaches your breast and that little nipple. You get no warning before he bites at it, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to cause that angry rush of blood beneath the surface. You don't normally bruise easily but in this moment you swear your body has forgotten how to control itself. Austin's jacket is pulled off by you as he tries to help shuck off his shirt, noting how you're joining him in marking your territory, your nails dragging red painful lines across his chest and back.

He is yours as much as you are his and you want the world to know it after this. You've always wanted the world to know, despite the consequences you know are likely to follow the pair of you. He groans and whimpers a bit above you as a hand moves down to undo your jeans, mirroring one of your own. "Gonna maul me too, babe? Make everyone see I've got this old lady on my arm who's so powerful that everyone wants her?"

The whine that leaves your lips is embarrassingly loud and you are entirely aware that multiple people likely heard it but Austin's right, you want to maul him. You want both of you to be so covered in marks from each other that there's no question of who either one of you belong to.

"That's not an answer, babe. Come on, tell me what you want," Austin coos, as he allows himself the pleasure of pulling your pants and panties down just enough to expose your vagina to the cool air.

Your hands move to try and pull down his pants, frustration finally getting to you as you wrap your legs around his middle and force them down that way, his cock springing from his boxers as you tried to move against him. "I want everyone to see I'm your old lady, Austin. I don't want the women on you and I don't want to deal with any more guys like that who think I'm just a whore."

A snarl of aggravation rips through Austin at the word whore and his hands grip almost painfully at your hips. "If you're anyone's whore, it's mine. My pretty and smart little whore."

His fingers move down to between your legs, his fingers sliding easily through your folds and brushing against your clit when he pulls them out, he thinks he ought to taste you on his lips but settles for rubbing your arousal on his neck. A scent marker as primal and animalistic as it was. You swear you clench around nothing at the sight and grind against him once more, aching and begging for his cock. Smiling, he grips the base of his cock and guides it in, a low groan leaving his lips as he feels the tight grip of your vagina around him. This was his pussy to fuck. Your body was his to mark in whatever way he saw fit with your permission. The power he felt from it and the power you had over him because of it was unmatched.

The pool table's fabric felt strange against your back and you know you're likely to have some form of a burn to go with the burn of Austin's facial hair against your skin and the bruises he's sucking on your chest as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig harder into Austin's back, wanting to draw blood, to watch it drip from him as some form of sick claim. Marks only mean so much when they're not permanent but there's something about the idea of drawing blood from him that offers the chance to tie him fully to you. His thrusts are starting to speed up as you try to clench around him, using your internal muscles and a trick you know he enjoys.

"Babe. Not— I know we gotta be quick but kegels?" He whines pulling away from your skin and grabbing both sides of your face to pull you in for a harsh kiss, his beard scratching against your chin. "Wanted to take a little time."

"Tonight," you whisper, crying out as one of his hands somehow snuck down between your legs to pinch your clit. "Right now I just want to look like yours."

At your words Austin's eyes narrow and he thrusts even faster, keeping up with the way your hips chase his cock as he pulls back only to slam in over and over again. Things become a flurry of hands gripping and teeth and lips biting and sucking to the point where you're unsure of where he begins and you end. Your orgasm comes expectedly, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you almost fold in half from the pleasure your body feels, the aftershocks hitting you in the form of mild shakes even as you feel his come inside of you. Austin collapses on top of you, his entire front pressing against you as he catches his breath, seemingly trying to bite yet another mark on you.

Outside of the room you hear noises of people wanting to get back inside, whining about how it's hot outside and you roll your eyes. For a bunch of bikers, they could be so delicate about some things. "Austin, come on, we gotta get up."

The man in question whines against your skin, his lips curling into a pout you can feel before pulling away. "Don't wanna. I'm the King, they can wait."

You watch as Austin's head moves as your body jiggles when you laugh. A part of you wants to agree with him, but the part of you that's always mildly more mature knows better. "You are, but if you get up, you can show 'em off."

His eyes blink for a moment as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, his brain trying to piece together what you said before a hopeful grin flashes across his face. "Does that mean I can show you off too?"

"What's a king without his queen?"

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#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #biker austin butler #ally's wet hot smut summer #ally writes

[aurora-boreas-borealis-art]

@wolfythewitch

I felt inspired by Wolfy’s zombie au and wrote a little something!

Thank you to @tack-tick for proofreading!!

When Phil woke up, he hears the sound of heavy breathing and feels the cold plastic of an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

Heavily breathing in and out, Phil slowly cranes his eyes to look around the room, they feel heavy with a tired pressure behind them. Lightly groaning, Phil wracks his brain to try and remember what happened to only come back with blurriness— the only thing he remembers was getting Wil home and trying to protect him from a horde until—

Oh. He was bit.

Phil’s chest grows tight and his heart starts beating lightly and fast; trying to force himself up, he sees his arms shaking, scarred and skeletal and Phil falls back in a horrified daze. “Woah, easy there. You just woke up, your body isn’t up to speed yet,” He exhales and stares at a man standing above him with a blurry vision.

Narrowing his eyes, Phil can see he’s wearing glasses with a shirt and a torn red jumper (that reminds him too much of Wilbur’s) with a white coat that’s yellowed over time; he additionally is holding a clipboard and a pencil, jotting something down. “And to also mention the malnourishment, you’ll need to rest for a while, Phil.” The man says, writing down on his clipboard again. He reminds Phil of a one of those nerds when he was in high school.

Phil coughs and splutters, his throat too dry and cracked for talking, the man above him helps him take his mask off and hands him a paper cup with water inside. “It’s clean water, keep a firm grip on it.” He grabs the cup off the man, his hand shakes lightly. He slowly sits up with the man helping him; moving the water to his mouth and taking a much needed sip, letting the cold water slide down his throat. Phil coughs slightly before staring at the man who’s writing in his clipboard again. “Where am I?”

“Boatem.”

“Boat- what?”

“Boatem, it’s a small hospital. You’re in the patients wing.”

Phil slowly blinks. “…Right,” He takes another sip of water. “My son—“

“Wilbur is safe, he’s here with Impulse and Scar. However, your wife is out at the moment.” The man smiles, tight and nervous, it eases Phil but unnerves him also. “Let me see Wil,”

The man nods. “Alright, I’ll go and fetch him for you now.”

“Wait,” The man stops in his tracks, holding the door nob. “I never asked you for your name,” Phil says.

The man opens the door and turns to Phil with a smile. “It’s Grian,”

Phil smiles back and Grian shuts the door with a quiet click. Finishing his water, he looks around the room, noting the machinery and IV bags hooked up with various wires; he can barely read the names on the bags.

“Dad!” A mess of brown curls lightly bump into his chest and Phil almost falls back with an ‘oomph’. “I’ve missed you so much,” The curls part away and shows Phil a sobbing Wilbur, his cheeks wet with tears and his eyes still full of life, but full of fear and relief. Feeling his own eyes welling up with tears, he lets the cup fall to the floor and wraps his arms around Wilbur’s back. “Shhh. I’m here now, Wil, it’s alright.”

#zombie au #Wolfy’s au #mcyt #Philza #Wilbur soot #wolfythewitch #borealis writes the constellations #i haven’t finished anything fanfic related in ages omg 😭

[raguerel]

Im actually so glad a lots of people like q!phil and enthusiastic to actually characterize him the way he deserves because his treatment by the fandom in d/smp is CRAZY him from an actual person with smpe! bg reduce to just a ‘support cast’ ‘father figure’ and that it

there are reason why cc!phil step back a bit from rp because imagine you trying to do something to your character and the fandom just treated him so shit and ignore everything he made like amigaaa

For philza enjoyer I am so glad qsmp exists and he finally getting treated decent

And he good at rp too! He a person who doing constant lore it not a big lore stream but he always do lore with interaction! and I am kinda sad that most people just say oh phil? he doesn’t do lore!

Like he almost getting the same treatment from an old fandom lmaooooo

Something about q!wil and q!phil dynamic as father-son ( because cc!wil never lets go of his and phil dynamic after smpe! )

You kinda realize that if their relationship are just friends q!wil excuse for treating q!phil wouldn’t be look over by the fandom this hard

Hell if the person who are ‘father’ is q!wilbur his interaction with q!philza would not be going look over so much!

Them back at the maze q!wil despite the fact that he never been there calling q!phil that he doesn’t care about his child calling him that he weren’t doing enough

It not a valid answer that q!wilbur treating q!phil like shit because ‘phil answer him about the maze are unclear’ YOU STILL DONT TREAT PEOPLE YOU CARE LIKE THAT!

especially the one that been taking care of your child ! while still having his own!!!

‘They both are wrong in the maze!’

I strongly disagree with that statement Imagine raising a child for 6+ months and being there for them in every pain they have helping them grow up to deal with their disappearance ALONE.

And getting yourself kidnapped along the way when you try to find them

To get called that ‘you don't care about them at all do you’ IS WILD

Him just lashing out is like a minimal reaction to me tbh

One things I do understand q!wil pov that he is overwhelmed since everything around him is new.

( that still doesn’t give him any right to treat q!phil like that btw )

but I don’t think q!wil realize that q!phil have responsibilities more than just him.

All the ways to the maze Phil constantly getting whisper ( in canon I called them text Ig lmao ) that he needed to be in this mission not only for the information but for other islanders especially in order to help them as well

And he did told wil about this! that this may be the only chance to see if the federation know anything about tallulah! He did tell him that! And Wil still wanted to leave!

So Phil before lashing out told wil a lots of info that are very important but people just ignoring it

ps. I honestly just don't want a c!phil treatment to happened to q!phil since I still see people calling c!tommy c!phil’s child 😭

So in conclusion, being family doesn’t give any character right to treat other like ass ty for listening to my ted talk/ rambler

( I genuinely think that q!wilbur is a good father for tallulah they care about each other so much and all of the story components you can tell but can we please stop bringing c!fundy to q!wilbur story like I see a lots of people saying that llulah get a father fundy never had and I am like bro they are different character and have nothing related to each other 😭😭😭😭 )

#raguerel.rambler #philza #qsmp #wilbur #qsmp wilbur #qsmp philza #qphilza #qwilbur #q!philza

[modelbus]

hii! for your 500 followers event i was wondering if i could request wilbur with coworkers to lovers and fake dating? congrats on 500 <3

It’s kind of like I just did a part two to the previous request for the event… :D Thank you!!

This is the last request for the event, thank you all for sending in the requests! I really enjoyed doing them all <3

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Coworkers to Lovers - Fake Dating

“You know, I’m always surprised you still don’t have a special someone.”

You give a tight-lipped smile to Shannon, one of your many cat-lady coworkers. She’s really one to talk, seeing as the closest thing to a boyfriend she has is her cat, Ferdinand.

Really, you’re just trying to go home. Apparently not having a partner to pick you up was a crime in this building.

“I could always set you up with my vet’s son. He’s around your age I think.”

This is the fifth fucking time she’s tried setting you up with the same guy. The first time was nice, just like the first time she bothered you about your dating life. Seven months later? Not so nice.

You didn’t want to be an asshole and make work awkward though, so you just haven’t told her to stop. She’s a cat lady, it shouldn’t bother you so much.

Yet it does.

There’s nobody. Hell, there’s been nobody for years! Your dating life is nonexistent! And for some reason it’s exactly what all your coworkers decide to talk about with you. All of them except Wilbur, thank God.

“No thanks, I-“

“Have a boyfriend.” Wilbur interrupts. A warm weight settles around your shoulders: his stupid trench coat. “Here, I know you forgot your coat.”

You mutely slip it on. It’s definitely his stupid coat, and that was definitely his voice saying those things, so you have to be having a vivid hallucination. There’s no way he just lied and said he was your boyfriend.

“You two are dating?! And you didn’t tell me?!”

Okay, so you’re not hallucinating. You’ve just slipped into an alternate universe.

“We were worried about the fact we work together. Don’t tell, okay?” Wilbur grins, grabbing your hand.

“Oh, I wouldn’t.” Shannon assures you both. “I’m so happy for you two though! Enjoy your walk home!”

“We will. Come on, let’s get you home before it’s too dark out.”

You let Wilbur tug you along, not even remembering to grab your bag until it’s already in Wilbur’s hands. Although you were saved from Shannon, this just didn’t feel real.

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you say something about halfway down the street.

“What the fuck just happened?” You ask.

Wilbur drops your hand but doesn’t return your bag or take back his coat. “I just saved you from Shannon. She’s a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?”

“I mean, yeah, but why’d you pretend to be dating me?”

“To save you.”

He’s acting like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like friends pretend to date each other all the time.

“Wil, you realize we have to keep pretending, right? She’ll know if we suddenly break up after telling her. And not to mention we might get in trouble because we work together!”

It seemed perfectly logical that Wilbur just majorly fucked up.

“It’ll be fine. We can fake break up in a few months or something. That way the cat ladies won’t bug either of us about being single. Nobody but the cat ladies have to know. It’ll be fun!”

You sigh, but not being harassed by the cat ladies would be nice. The motion of your rising and falling shoulders makes you remember the coat you still have on.

"Oh, sorry, I still have your coat-"

"Keep it on. Your dumbass will catch a cold."

Hurtful but true, you keep the coat on.

“You know she’s going to tell everyone?” You ask, referring to Shannon.

“Oh absolutely.”

-

"Hey, love. Did you like the flowers?" Wilbur's grinning when he asks it, and you're tempted to tell him no. Just to see what would happen. But he already knows you like the flowers he left on your desk because they were your favorite.

"Of course." You answer instead.

Three months. That's how long you've been pretending to date Wilbur and that's how long he's been doing things like this. From having flowers delivered to your desk to sneaking in your favorite dessert, he's been making you fall in love with him for too long.

How were you meant to keep your feeling platonic when he did things like this? Just seeing the flowers on your desk this morning made your heart leap, knowing they were from him.

Oh, and the nicknames. You nearly died the first time he used them, a casual "darling" slid into his sentence. Now you were too used to hearing them come from his mouth. Fuck, you even liked them!

"Don't forget we're going to dinner tonight. I'll be at your house at eight." He reminds you. From behind him, Shannon gives you a thumbs up.

"I know, I know."

He wouldn't actually be there. This was simply for show, just like all the other things he did. It didn't matter if he kept holding your hand far out of view from the building, or if his little pet names persisted even out of earshot from others. Dating Wilbur was fake.

"You're hovering." You finally say, raising your eyebrows at him.

He gives a sheepish smile. For the first time since you two started... whatever this was, he had to work overtime. You were walking home completely and utterly alone.

"I called you an Uber." Wilbur admits.

"Wil!"

"I know you said you didn't want one! I was just worried about you walking home alone!"

He smiles and you sigh. “Fine, I’ll take advantage of the fact you’ve already paid.”

“Of course you will. Be ready. Eight. Don’t forget.”

“I’m not going to forget!”

At exactly eight o’clock, someone knocks on your door. You’re in lounge clothes, settling down to watch a movie or something for the rest of the night. It's probably the postman or someone normal, so you don't bother to see who it is before opening the door.

Big mistake.

"You forgot." Wilbur deadpans, and you gape at him in surprise.

Not because you forgot about your "date" tonight. No, you definitely remembered it. You just didn't think he'd actually take you on one. After all, your relationship was purely fictional for the office ladies only.

"I didn't forget." You protest. It doesn't matter if it's the truth because he definitely doesn't believe you.

His eyes flicker over your clothes. "Go get dressed. Fancy."

It's only then that you realize what he's wearing. A suit, striking black standing out against the white shirt. He looks better than good, which makes your heart flutter.

"Okay, okay. Come in, I'll try to be fast."

He steps in while you hurry to get changed. Keeping true to your word you just throw on your best clothes, not bothering to style your hair or worry about anything else. Thank God you quite liked your natural hair.

"Wil, could you grab my shoes for me? By the door, the black ones." You call out, slipping on the socks to go with them.

"These ones?" He asks, holding them up when you walk out. His mouth parts slightly at the sight of you. "Wow. You- um, you look good."

"I'd look better if I had more time." You joke.

"Not possible. You looking better, not the time. Not to say you can't look better if you wanted to- I mean, you look great right now-" He keeps backtracking, face steadily getting redder with each word.

"Wilbur?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

He hands you your shoes, and you slip them on. You haven't worn them in what feels like forever: they just sat by your door, collecting dust. In your defense, you haven't exactly had a reason to wear them.

"So why are we going out on a date?" You ask.

"What do you mean? I literally told you I was taking you on one." Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You're also confused here.

"But why? We're fake dating at work."

Understanding dawns on his face, and he suddenly looks sheepish.

"That's kind of why. I- I wanted to take you on a real date. Away from work, so you know it wasn't pretend."

What could you ever say to that? His words seem straightforward, but you're certain there's a trick in them. The date might not be pretend, but his feelings were. That's all that he means, right?

Hope was too dangerous of a thing for you to have now, after all this time.

He must read something in your face, because he's suddenly sweeping his arms wide in a grand gesture. You're too startled to even get a word in before he starts talking, but maybe that's for the better.

"Will you do me the honor of going on this very real date with me? I have very real feelings for you, and a very cowardly heart."

"A very cowardly heart, huh?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.

"I spoke before I thought when I told Shannon we were dating. That night I swore to myself I'd finally ask you out, but I fucked it up and jumped a few steps ahead."

Finally, you laugh. That definitely sounded like a Wilbur thing to do. But most importantly, he said his feelings towards you were real. Romantic feelings. Feelings you've felt for so long that you can't keep them in with his confession.

"I will." You answer.

Now he's the only one confused. "What?"

"I'll go on a date with you. A real one."

He breaks into the biggest grin you've ever seen him wear, and he's shown you a ton of cute animal videos. It's infectious, making you smile right along with him.

"Well then." He holds out his arm, and you take it. "Let's get to this date."

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[mystic-writings]

remember me (remember your love) | wilbur soot

PAIRING — wilbur soot x fem!reader - royal au

SUMMARY — tommy asks wilbur about the story, and he finally tells the truth

WARNINGS — angst, class divide, character death, alcohol mentions

WORD COUNT — 2,453

NOTE — inspired by the princess bride - read part one here

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Weeks had passed by the time Tommy decided to talk to Wilbur. The thoughts of the story he’d told to Michael weighed on his mind constantly, gears turning as he wracked his brain for any sort of conclusion, connection, or explanation for how his brother could make such a story up at his young age. After all, the first time he could remember hearing it, Tommy himself was only four or so. 

And when it dawned on him, the idea that maybe it wasn’t just some story, Tommy’s heart sank. Because how else could Wilbur come up with such a tale? Sure, he was an expert in poetry, in weaving words so beautiful it could bring people to tears, but even Tommy knew he wouldn’t have come up with something like that. 

So, just as the sun was setting and the city below the castle was turning in for the night, Tommy cautiously approached Wilbur’s office, where he knew his brother would be, likely poring over documents. 

Just as he suspected, that’s exactly where Tommy found Wilbur. But instead of reading the many documents spread across his desk, Wilbur’s chair was turned to face the large glass window behind the desk, and Tommy saw a glass of whiskey resting in his hand. 

“Wil? You okay?”

The man charmed his neck to get a look at his younger brother. “Come in, Tommy. Pull up a chair.”

Tommy did as he was told, sitting nervously with his back straight and his hands fidgeting in his lap, his gaze locked on Wilbur, watching intently as he sipped on his drink. 

After a few moments, Wilbur sighed, “What do you want, Tommy?”

“Do you remember the story you told me when I was little?” Tommy blurted.

Wilbur’s brows creased as he looked over at his brother. “Which one? I must’ve told you hundreds.”

“The one about the prince, Wilbur. The one where the girl left him out of nowhere?” Tommy watched Wilbur’s face fall. His aura grew cold and hard, like he put up a wall around himself in the blink of an eye. Tommy softened. “It wasn’t just a story, was it, Wil?”

“Why are you bringing this up, Tommy?”

Tommy sighed, leaning on the arm of his chair closest to Wilbur. “I told it to Michael a few weeks ago, and I can’t stop thinking about it. It actually happened, didn’t it, Wilbur. It happened to you.”

The wall Wilbur seemed to put up crumbled in an instant before Tommy’s eyes. Wilbur’s eyes watered and shoulders sagged, breaths shuddering through his body. The glass almost slipped from his hand, and would’ve shattered on the floor if Tommy hadn’t taken it from him and set it on the desk behind him. 

“No, Tommy. No, it’s… it’s not a story.” Wilbur managed, voice shaking and weak, like he was using all his energy to force the words from his mouth. “Her name was Y/n.”

“Was?” 

Wilbur nodded once. 

“Was.”

When Wilbur reappeared in the castle gardens after spending the day with you, he hadn’t expected to find his father waiting on the stone bench near the tree that concealed his escape route. 

“Father,” he said, startled. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a council meeting this evening.”

“I did,” King Phil said, standing from the bench to approach his son. “It was cancelled, one of the council members fell ill. But when Maria told me she saw you come out here and not come back, I grew concerned.” His tone was sharp, and Wilbur felt bile rising up his throat. “So, I waited. And here you are. Secret tunnel, eh? I used to use it a lot when I was young.”

Wilbur was growing antsy. “Father, what’s this about? If you’d like to punish me, then get it over with, please.” 

“Punish you?” Phil asked, raising a brow at his son. “No, no, I don’t want to punish you.” He approached carefully, raising a hand to brush something off his son’s shoulder. “I want to punish whoever’s been tempting you to go out for so long.” 

Wilbur froze. There, by his feet. A single dandelion lay, crumpled and wilting. 

“No one,” he stammered, “I swear. No one. I’ve just- I’ve just been seeing friends, that’s all.” 

“Are you sure? You disappear into the woods for hours every week, just for your friends?”

Wilbur nodded instantly. “Yes, father. Just for my friends, I promise.” 

After what felt like an eternity, Phil shrugged. “If you say so, son, then I believe you. I just want you to be safe, and to stay focused. I won’t be king forever, you know.” 

“I know, father.” 

Phil smiled one last time, turning to leave his son standing in the gardens, finally feeling like he could breathe. 

After a few minutes of composing himself, Wilbur straightened his back and headed inside the castle, stopping by Tommy’s room for a little while. The toddler was wide awake despite the fact that his nanny always put him to bed just after sunset. He never went to sleep without saying goodnight to Wilbur, so he made it a point to stop at the room four doors down from his to bid his brother goodnight. 

The week passed as normal, Wilbur going about his duties and spending time with his friends. He met up with you on Thursday, as per, and came back to the castle with a bright smile on his face. 

From the window in his office, the office Wilbur would soon inherit, Phil watched as his eldest son wandered back into the gardens from the same tunnel, love drunk. He knew Wilbur was lying to him about where he spent his Thursdays. He had known for weeks. And tomorrow, his guard would report back with information with the girl who’d been stealing his son’s focus from where it should be. Where it needed to be. 

But for now, he’d let his son continue with the thought that his father was unaware of his escapades. It wouldn’t last long, though. That was something Phil was sure of. 

And, sure enough, just after Phil had reached his office, a knock echoed across the space, followed by the king’s call to enter. 

“We’ve located the girl, sir.” 

Phil rose from his seat with a smirk. “Good. Who is she, and how has she managed to steal my son’s attention unnoticed?”

“Y/n L/n.” He spoke. “Her mother works at the mills outside the gates. She’s been using that information as a ruse, sir. Told our guardsmen that she goes to see her for supper on Thursdays.”

Phil sighed. “Take me to her.” 

In your rickety old home, one of the many packed alongside one another within the city, you were fastening your cloak around your shoulders in the hall when a knock came to the door. You barely had to move to answer it, tying the ribbon being your focus as it swung open. “Hello-” 

The last person you’d ever expect to see was at the door. King Phil, accompanied by a high officer of the guard. Your cheeks grew red as your eyes went wide, and you fell into a curtsey. “Your Highness, it is an honor.” 

“You are Y/n L/n, correct?”

“Yes, your Highness.” You straightened up and stepped aside. “Come in, come in.” 

You watched him and his guard pass through the entrance, and could barely stop your mind from wandering. Why was he here? And what did he want with you?

“Would you like anything? A cup of tea, something to eat?” The shaking in your voice was undeniable as he looked around the hallway, peering into the kitchen, where your wicker basket sat, filled with snacks and… Wilbur’s book. 

“No. I’ve just come by to talk.” 

“What about?” 

“I think you know what.” 

Your mouth ran dry, but you feigned innocence still. It was all you could do. “I don’t believe I do, your Highness.” 

He huffed, a smirk forming on his face as he turned back to you before heading toward the kitchen, where your basket lay on the counter. You followed immediately, fear gripping at your chest, your limbs, your entire body, watching helplessly as the king plucked the book from the top of the basket, peering in briefly at the food. 

Flipping the book over in his hands, he never once looked at you as he spoke. “You know, my son has a book just like this one,” he turned the cover on the back, looking at something, “exactly like this one. His name is even written on the back.” 

Your breathing faltered, fearful tears welling in your eyes. “Your Highness, I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“There are only so many things I could be talking about, girl.” He snapped the book shut and turned his seething glare to you. “Either, you stole this book, which brands you as a thief, for which I will have you hung, or my son gave this to you, marking you as the sole bearer of his affections, something he cannot afford to have.” 

You remained silent as the king opened the front cover of the book, eyes grazing over the inscription you’d put under the title. He let out a short, demeaning laugh as he muttered, “Ah, I was right. You are the… woman, my son has been seeing.” 

“Your Highness, I- please, I just-”

“Just what? Decided to steal my son’s focus? Plant it in his mind and yours that I and the kingdom would allow him to marry someone as lowly as the miller’s daughter? You are a foolish, foolish girl.”

“He loves me!” You hissed, feeling a sudden anger erupt within you. “He has for years. It’s surprising that it took you so long to catch on, your Highness.”

“You’re not to see him any longer, wretch!” The king shouted, slamming the book onto the counter. “So long as I live, you will never see him again, I swear it!”

“I would rather die.”

The king’s scowl turned to a smirk, his chest heaving from the shouting he’d just done. “Then so be it.”

Wilbur spent all afternoon and evening waiting for you to arrive at the meadows. It wasn’t uncommon for you not to show, whether your mother got a day off or you fell ill, but things felt different this time. Something was wrong. 

By the time the sun began to set, panic had truly set in for Wilbur. He abandoned the meadow, and didn’t bother taking the path home that he normally would. Instead, he raced through the cobblestone streets, mapping out the streets of the lower parts of the city to where he remembered your house being. 

It was dark inside, and the setting sun provided little light on the empty streets. He couldn’t see into the home from the kitchen window, but he was desperate to get inside. He knocked, loudly, body constricting with desperation and panic. He knew something was horribly wrong, he could feel it, he needed to get inside, no matter what. 

He remembered you telling him where the house you would babysit was at, and after a few knocks on the wrong doors, he found it. As soon as the door swung open, revealing an older woman with a little boy clinging to her leg, he blurted, “Is Y/n here?”

“Y/n? No, my prince, she hasn’t been here at all today.” The woman said. “Why? Has she been into trouble?”

“Is Y/n okay?” The boy asked, wide shining eyes looking up at Wilbur. 

He did his best to calm himself and present a smile to him. “I hope so. Are you Ranboo?”

The boy smiled, nodding happily. Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh, even if his mind was racing. 

“She’s told me a lot about you, you know. I have a brother your age, Ranboo. I think you two would get along quite well.”

“Really?” He smiled. 

“Really.”

Just as Wilbur was about to thank the woman and bid her goodnight, an ear-piercing scream ripped through the air, echoing off the houses and into the oncoming night. Quickly, he ran toward the sound, footsteps following behind him. He found himself back at your front door, this time wide open, the inside of the house lit by only a few candles. He could hear breathless sobbing coming from inside, and he knew. 

You were dead. 

And he knew who did it. 

At some point, Wilbur wandered back home, tears dried onto his face, heart aching, bleeding, begging for relief. Begging for you. 

That night, he didn’t say goodnight to Tommy. He didn’t greet his father, the maids, or the guards. He climbed the staircases to his room, footfall heavy, heart even heavier.

There, resting on his pillow, illuminated by a flickering candle someone had lit on his bedside, was his book. The book he gave to you. 

Shaking hands lifted it as he sat on the edge of his mattress, flipping it over to the title page, horrified to find it splattered with blood. But there, in perfect scripture, were words he would hang onto forever. Your last words to him. 

Thank you for giving me such a wonderful story, my love. I shall cherish it for the rest of my life, just as I cherish you. Remember to shine bright, and stay warm, my golden boy. I love you. 

“Oh my god.” Tommy’s voice was so quiet, Wilbur wondered if he actually spoke. 

Wilbur sighed, wiping his tears away. “That’s right, Tommy. Your father’s a murderer.” 

“Wilbur, I…” Tommy sighed. “I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe father would’ve done something like that. Let alone… God.”

“It’s been years, Tommy. Father’s long gone. There’s nothing to do.” 

“Still, Wilbur. All this time?” 

He only nodded. 

Tommy fell back in his chair, eyes closed as he wondered how his father was able to do a thing like that. They shot open when Wilbur’s hand landed on his shoulder. 

“Go on, Tommy. I know you were supposed to have drinks with Ranboo tonight. He’ll probably be waiting for you.”

Wilbur watched his brother nod and painted a solemn smile on his face as the pair stood. Tommy embraced Wilbur tightly, and the latter knew it was an apology - the only one that needed no words. He held onto his brother just as tight before sending him on his way, allowing himself time to grieve you once again before returning to his work.

Despite what your last wishes were, it seemed that Wilbur’s father got what he had always wanted. A dutiful king. 

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Will You Stay Forever?

Pairing: Amrod x reader

Summary: The Reader and Amrod were friends before the Fëanorians went away. Now that Amrod is released from the halls, the Reader isn't sure how to feel.

Warnings: mentiones of death (burning)

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In the days when all had been right with the world, you had known Amrod well. You had been friends and you would have gone so far as to say that one day you would certainly have married. You didn't know if he felt for you the way you felt for him, but you loved him and there was no one else for you.

And then he just disappeared. At first you had hated Fëanor for taking your beloved Amrod away from you, but over time that anger had turned to sadness.

You could not hate Fëanor when he had been like a second father to you. Through your friendship with Amrod, you had met him many times and he had forged jewellery for you and helped you out in times of need.

That was also the reason why you and Nerdanel often met for tea after the disappearance of her family. She was like family to you too, and the thought that everyone else was gone weighed heavily on both of you.

But it was also at one of these tea meetings that a little bird with a letter flew in through the window.

It had been sent by Manwë to inform Nerdanel that the Valar had decided to release Amrod from Mandos.

The shock had been practically written all over her face and she seemed oblivious to everything around her, not even flinching when your teacup slipped from your hand and smashed on the floor.

They hadn't been gone that long. And already Amrod had died and come to Mandos? But how could that have happened? Was he okay?

Probably not, you realised grimly.

How had it happened? Were you allowed to see him?

Nerdanel was expected, if she wanted to see her son, to meet him at the gates of Mandos. And so she walked out the door without another word to you.

You couldn't blame her at all. You yourself were more than just shocked and had difficulty collecting your thoughts.

For a while, you just stared at the broken teacup on the floor, then you grabbed a large cloth to pick up the pieces.

You briefly toyed with the idea of waiting here to see Amrod, but then you were gripped by a fear you had never felt before. Your Amrod would no longer be your Amrod. He had probably changed or maybe he didn't want to see you at all.

So you ran as fast as your legs would carry you out of the door that Nerdanel had left open in her hurry.

It was many months after that before you saw her again.

Normally you met at least once a week, but now that you knew about Amrod's return, you avoided going near that house.

You didn't even really know what it was that you were so afraid of.

On the one hand, you could hardly wait to see Amrod again, but on the other hand, now that you had the chance, you suddenly had the urge to hide away somewhere and live for the rest of your life with only the memories of him that you already had. The good and peaceful memories of a happy life.

Nerdanel came by on a gloomy summer afternoon and knocked gently on your door. She looked more worried than usual, the circles under her eyes were deeper and her brows had drawn together.

"I need your help," she had said and then wordlessly motioned for you to follow her. At times like this, you missed Nerdanel's motherly smile, which she had often given you back then.

She led you to her house, the house you had been trying to avoid for months.

It hadn't really changed in appearance inside. Not that you would have expected that, but as vehemently as you had avoided it, you had somehow believed that something had changed.

Nerdanel stopped in the corridor just outside the front door and whispered softly, "He does not talk to me about anything." Then she looked at you, tears glistening in her eyes. "He always has these terrible nightmares, but he won't talk to me about them. I thought, since you are so close, you could try. Only if you want to, of course."

You nodded, swallowing hard. "I will do my best, but I cannot promise he will talk to me."

But Nerdanel only smiled. It was a small smile, but it was a start. "Thank you," she said and gave you a quick hug.

You knew the way to Amrod's room by heart. You had walked it so many times that you could find it with your eyes closed.

However, when you stood in front of Amrod's door, you hesitated briefly before knocking.

In the time he had been away, you had often come here and knocked on this door, but no one had ever answered, and each time it had broken you a little.

But this time there was an answer. "Come in." said... Amrod.

His voice sounded like it always had.

The tips of your fingers tingled as you placed them on the door handle and entered the room.

The room was messier than usual, but otherwise looked almost unchanged, which gave you a stab in your heart and made you think back to how much time you had spent here back then.

Amrod sat by the window, looking out over the forest behind the house where you had once gobe for a hunt with Aredhel, Celegorm and Huan. You felt as if it had all happened in another life.

He didn't turn to you until you softly breathed his name. He jumped up so hastily that the chair he had been sitting on tipped to one side.

Amrod looked as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a sound out. And then suddenly there were tears on his cheeks.

"You- you are here." he whispered so quietly that you barely heard it.

You nodded. "Yes, I am here, Amrod."

He took a step closer to you and suddenly it seemed only natural for you to step closer too. You held your arms out to him and silently asked him if it was okay.

Instead of answering you, he stepped into your arms and buried his face in your neck. His hands grabbed your clothing and held on to it as if he was afraid you would disappear if he didn't.

You gently wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his shoulder. "I am here Amrod. I am here."

For a while you just stood there, then suddenly he said, "It hurts so much."

"What?" you asked, startled, "What hurts?" Was he in pain right now?

"How it- " he sniffled, "how it happened." And you realised what he tried to say.

"Fire." he finally whispered and you pressed him even tighter against you, because he didn't have to explain what he meant for you to understand. "There was fire everywhere."

"It- "you wanted to say it is okay, but was it really? "You are here now."

"And you are with me." Amrod whispered softly. "And the fire is gone. And Atya- " he paused and sobbed quietly against your neck. "I cannot talk about it yet."

You gently stroked his spine with your fingers. "Then let us not talk about it yet. We have time."

"Will you stay?" he asked hopefully.

"As long as you want me to stay," you answered honestly.

Amrod nodded slightly. "I want you to stay forever."

"Then I will stay." you said resolutely.

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[wolfythewitch]

You weren't by any chance listening to Heirloom by Sleeping at Last when you made that post about phil and wil were you? If not please please listen to it bc it fits what you were talking about EXACTLY (it's about a father talking to their child saying that they're not like them and can be what they want)

I was actually listening to a Hades rap called Not Your Father's Son LMAO but I will give that a listen

#wolfy tedtalks #anon

[average-vibe]

that’s childish, mate.

pair: wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary: wilbur needs to confess something..

tw: none :)

genre: fluff

an: hi hi hi!! i’m starting a taglist, so.. lmk if you wanna be a part of it :)

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wilbur stared at you across the room, a soft smile played on his face.

you were doing a subathon, so you had invited some of your closest friends. Tommy and Molly (although you just invited Molly, Tommy came anyways.), Philza, Ranboo, Charlie, Tubbo, and Wilbur.

you were sitting on the couch, playing mario kart. you didn’t notice wilbur staring intently at you. but phil did.

“Hey, mate, whyre you staring at y/n?” phil joked, a little too loudly for wilbur’s liking.

“shut up, phil. i’m just watching.” wilbur replied, eyes taken off of you and onto the screen.

“mhm. i definitely believe you.” phil sarcastically told a blushing wilbur. “cmon mate, just tell them.”

“hell no!” wilbur said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“what?” charlie asked, taking his eyes off the game, as did ranboo and tommy. leaving you and molly 1st and 2nd place.

“ha! get wrecked, losers.” you said, laughing at tommys shocked expression.

“it’s only because of that son of a bitch! he distracted us!” tommy excused, pointing an accusing finger at wilbur. in return, wilbur threw up his hands in surrender.

“yeah, why’d you do that!” ranboo asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“no reason. don’t worry about it.” wilbur shrugged, hoping they’d drop it.

“whatever, round 2!” charlie shouted, hitting the play button.

after a few minutes, wilbur’s eyes were glued to you again. the way you laughed softly, your focused expression, and your face when you won, all made him smile and grin more and more.

“simp.” phil said, not looking at wilbur.

“am not!” wilbur whispered.

“cmon, let’s go.” phil said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. no one noticed wilbur’s and phil’s sudden disappearance, too enthralled by the game.

“you’re crushing. big time.” phil told wilbur once they weren’t in earshot.

“no, i’m not. that’s childish!” wilbur responded, rolling his eyes.

“then go tell them.” phil said, raising an eyebrow.

“no! i-i can’t! th-they’ll say no! and-and then, it’ll be super embarrassing for both of us!” wilbur rambled, shaking his head.

philza shut his eyes and pursed his lips. “mate, that’s childish.”

wilbur stayed quiet for a moment, rolling his eyes. “fine, whatever, i’ll tell them.” he finally said, eyes shut.

“good. this is progress. you’re maturing-“

“shut up.” wilbur groaned, walking away from a snickering philza.

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wilbur sat on the couch, breathing heavier than a normal person typically does. after a particularly long game, he finally tapped your shoulder.

“hey.. um..” wilbur began, looking to the side. “can we talk? somewhere else?”

you nodded, nerves getting the best of you. “sure.”

he led you to the kitchen, ignoring phil’s smirk and tommys smug expression. “so.. uh..” he tried, but all the words that he had waited so long to say, wouldn’t come out.

“what’d you wanna say?” you asked, encouragingly.

“i needed to tell you that.. i like you.. i have for a while, i don’t think i ever won’t, you’re perfect. you’re sweet and smart and funny and.. you’re just-“

“wilbur?”

“yes..?”

“are you saying you have a crush on me?”

“..maybe..”

“thank goodness!” you responded, letting out a breath. “i thought you were gonna say you hated me or something, but you.. like me?”

“yes! i do! finally, i’m glad we got that out.”

you laughed, smiling. “i like you too, wil.”

“oh, good. i was worried you’d say how weird i am or how dumb i am or why you don’t like me! or something like-“ he paused. “i need to shut up, don’t i?”

“i can help with that.” you smiled and kissed him. you never thought you’d be the one to kiss wilbur soot, that you’d be the one to make his cheeks blush red. but you sure weren’t complaining.

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an: OOPS THIS WAS RLY BAD LMAOOOO BYE

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[rapid-looser]

Heyy, can you do c!SBI being Reader’s new neighbors in a modern AU? Platonic please :] (and more specifically, if you want: Techno, Wil, and Reader are in their early twenties, Tommy is around 15-17, and Phil is… old LMAO, prolly late 30s or 40s)

If you don’t want to do it is fine btw !!!

★C!sbi being readers new neighbour★

a/n: hi anon! This took me some time, but i was able to get it done, i did headcanons and small drabbles of all 4 and this is entirely platonic! And sorry wilburs drabble is a bit shorter than he rest, i don't watch him much

pronouns: you/yours

requested: yes/no

TW: Cussing and swords?

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C!Philza:

•He first first met you when you were struggling to bring in a fair amount of groceries

•He was the one who introduced himself and his sons to you

•He invited you over once he realised that they're your new neighbour

•He also told Tommy to not be rude

•He also accidentally knocks things over with his wings

•His wings seemed a bit..weird at first not to mention how huge they were

•But you eventually got use to them once you went over to they're house constantly

•However your clothes may have a few small feathers in them, which are a dark grey considering his age

•He also lectures Tommy for cussing a lot, which you can hear all the time

•And you also hear a bunch of random noises from him at random times

•Usually his random bird noises

•But you may also need to help the old man finding his stuff since he's kinda blind

•Also helping him find his bucket hat finds someone (Tommy) likes to hide it. A lot

You stared at the amount of groceries you had, maybe you shouldn't have bought so many but you got distracted while shopping. But what caught your attention was the moving truck that was outside the house next door to you. The house has been vacant for a while since the old owners found a better place, but the house was fairly nice. You started grabbing your groceries to bring them inside when a man approached you, he looked a to be in late thirties to mid forties. "Hey uh do you need help bring your groceries inside? I don't mind help" He said as he stood beside you. "Uh yes please, also are you moving in to that house?" You replied as you put down the groceries and pointed to the house next to yours. "Yes i am actually, with my three sons, also my names Philza" He replied as he brought the remaining groceries near your front door. "Well nice to meet you Philza, I'm [name], and thanks for helping me!" You stated

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C!Wilbur:

•He was the one who told phil you were struggling with groceries in the first place

•The most odd thing was that he collected guitars. A lot of them

•Like, guitars from the early 1920's type of guitars from different places around the world

•He accompanied Tommy when Phil told him to go just incase Tommy chocked out

•He showed you his guitar collection when you came over

•He kept asking you where things were in the city since his family didn't know anyone else

•Since the first night, you can hear him and Tommy fighting about the most random stuff

•He'll introduce you to his 'twin', techno

•Since he's only been in the neighbourhood for a week when he introduces you to techno, he may ask you to come with him when he's going somewhere so he doesn't get lost

•He will also scold Tommy for being rude to you at first

•"Oi Tommy knock it off you gremlin" is what you probably hear when you go over there for the first time

•He's probably the most polite excluding Phil when you first meet

•However when you come over (since Phil insisted first up), he'll be the one to strike up conversation with you until the awkwardness is gone

"Hey [name] before you go do you wanna check out my guitar collection before you go? A fair amount of it is vintage" He said as he cut Infront of Tommy who was talking to you a second ago. "Uh yeah sure but what about Tommy?" You replied confusingly. "Hey Tommy i think phil was asking you to tidy up your room, so why don't you listen to him and do it?" Wilbur said as he faced Tommy. "Fine." Tommy replied in spite and not long after Tommy left, Wilbur took you to his room where his guitar showcase was, everything was sorted into decades, from the early twenties to the current time.

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C!Technoblade:

•He didn't speak to you first up until Wilbur introduced you to him

•He has this..interesting vibrant pink coloured hair which was slightly faded at the roots

•He appeared to have these pointy tusks that came from his bottom jaw

•He collects a bunch of old blades of all sorts

•He's the most chill out of all 4 of them, once he trusts you enough he'll show all of them to you and when you first come over he may or may not show you a few swords that are more modern

•While the rest of the sbi sleeps downstairs, to sleeps upstairs because it's less noisy, so expect to see him from your windows just reading a book

•When you first come over, he'll start talking about mythology from all around the world and ask if you know anything about mythology

•If you do, he'll strike up conversation about that certain mythology you know about

•He'll feel more comfortable around you since your around his age, so expect a lot of "It's stuff only adults understand, into it [name?]" When Tommy tries to ask about something

•If you don't know about mythology he'll teach you about the basics of it

•He won't scold Tommy but he'll tell him to stop being rude since they're new to the neighbourhood and you've been her longer than they have been

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•And he's also a bit awkward at first until he's use to you

Technoblade recently invited you to his room so he could show his blades to you, although he got a bit carried away when talking about the origins of a certain blade that came from a famous Greek soldier. "Books say the sword he owned was connected to the Greek god, Ares-" He rambled before the got distracted by another sword "Oh and this one has originally came from a Romen empire while they were at war, The sword was owned by they're ruler" He continued. Eventually you asked how he knew so much about these swords "Well, Phil had them before he gave them to me, and also, Tommy wasn't rude to you when he first invited you over was he?" He spoke up. "Well he was a bit rude but he wasn't too bad" You replied as you recall the interaction you had with the youngest a bit over a week ago.

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C!tommyinnit:

•He first caught your attention when he was yelling at Wilbur about how he should get the biggest room since he's the better sibling out of the 3

•He then later was forced- or in his words at least, to invite you over

•Which he avoided until Wilbur went with him

•He was a bit blunt, snarky and slightly rude which got him a slap on the head from Wilbur

•And later got him a lecture from Philza which you could hear most the night

•But once you came over and he got comfortable with you, he was a lot more polite and vocal

•Even if he did comment on how 'old' you were

•But over all he was a polite kid (which he hated being called since he was a man according to himself)

You heard a knock on your front door, and as you opened it, you saw 2 people, someone around your age and someone younger who looked to be around 16. "Uh yeah hi, We wanted to know if you wanted to come over one night" The younger one said, Who you were assuming is Tommy, the youngest one Philza told you about. "And who may you two be?" You asked curiously just incase you got them confused for someone else. "Tom. And this bitch is Wilbur" He said quite bluntly as he received a side eye from Wilbur then a slap on the head from him. "Tommy don't be so rude." Wilbur replied as he smacked his younger brother on the head. "Well uh- sure i love to!" You chirped, ignoring Tommy who was cussing at Wilbur.

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[asherbakugou]

Valyrian Demigods of Westeros - Daughter of Vermax

Lady Laena Velaryon held Princess Rhaenyra's hand as she screamed, stuck in the birthing bed for the 5th time. Her brother, Ser Laenor, stood on the other side of his wife, wincing at the hold she had upon his arm but supportive and encouraging. Very few men chose to join their wives in the birthing rooms, declaring it against propriety but Laenor cared deeply for Rhaenyra and would not see her endure this pain alone.

With a final scream, the midwife was able to remove the babe, using a knife to cut the life chord from her body. Wailing, the woman happily announced, "A girl, your highness. Healthy and joyous to be here."

Rhaenyra laughed, as the babe's wails softened. "Clean my daughter first, then I shall hold her."

"Right away, your highness."

The midwife rushed towards the small bath that had already been prepared and began cleaning the babe of fluid and blood, gently cooing to soothe her.

"Do you have a name for her, dear sister?" Laena asked, taking a rag to gently wipe away the sweat upon her brow.

"We do. She shall be Princess Visenya, Second of Her Name." Laenor could not help the cheeky grin that appeared, quickly catching his twins attention.

"What did you do this time?"

Switching to High Valyrian, Laenor explained, "We contacted Doran Martell to talk of uniting Dorne and Westeros. We spent moons conversing through letters and creating a contract for Dorne that would allow them to keep the independence they so desire without being allowed to rise against us. Their are conditions, for both of us, and ours happens to be that our next daughter shall marry their 3 year old son, Prince Trystan Martell, when she comes of age."

"If she wishes to. I will not allow my daughter to be forced into a marriage she despises," Rhaenyra added, wincing and gasping as the afterbirth began.

Luckily, the afterbirth was quickly epxpelled and the healers were able to tend to her. Laenor was forced into the sitting room so they could see if Rhaenyra needed stitches or just the ointment. Visenya was quite small and had slipped out in the height of day after barely a few hours of pushing.

The ointment the used would help her heal and prevent infection, a common disease women caught after giving birth. A cold wetcloth was brought to Rhaenyra to help with the pain from her womb, much to her relief.

"I wish to see my Visenya. And my husband," She added as an afterthought, making Laena snort.

"So dear sister, tell me, did you invite Dorne here for your birth? I heard rumors that a delegation arrived late last night but I was far more worried about you to question it."

"They did come. We plan to announce the contract as well as the betrothal in a few days time. I offered to allow them the chance to meet Visenya first in a more familiar setting, so that Prince Trystan may meet his future wife."

Visenya was gently placed into Princess Rhaenyra's arms as Laenor was let back inside. He smiled down at the adorable babe in her arms, reaching out to run a finger over her little chubby cheek.

She had thick curly silver-white hair, inherited from her father with the same dark skin. Her eyes though were the most beautiful shades of green either of them had seen, stunning all three of them.

"Didn't your grandmother, Princess Alyssa have a green eye?" Laena asked, leaning closer to the babe who cooed.

"She did," Rhaenyra agreed, smiling down at Visenya who reached up to smack at Laenors hand. "Did you pick out an egg for her? Or are we allowing her to claim one as her siblings did?"

"I thought it would be best to give her an egg due to her betrothal to Prince Trystan Martell," Laenor admitted. "I picked one from Dreamfyre's latest clutch."

"Good."

The door opened and a maid stepped inside dipping into a shallow bow. Laena scowled at the disrespect.

"You are in the presence of the future Queen, the Crown Princess, the future King, the Prince, and a Lady of a Royal House, wife of a Prince. You will show us the respect we command," Laena snapped, blue-purple eyes sharp as seaglass. The maid flinched back and dipped into a far deeper curtsy.

"I-I have a message. From the Queen," The maid stated, voice trembling, though none could tell if it was from fear or fury.

"Queen Consort," Rhaenyra corrected. "Queen Consort Alicent is not a Targaryen and as such is not gifted the title of Queen as my mother was."

"What is the message?" Laenor asked, frowning.

"She wishes for the babe to be brought to her before the ceremony so she may greet them. The Queen Consort was upset that she has not been granted the priveledge of meeting her grandchildren before they were introduced to the Realm."

Rhaenyra, Laena, and Laenor had all gone still before the Red Keep shook beneath the fury Vhagar voiced, making the maid flinch.

"Laena," Rhaenyra stated, staring down the maid. She switched to High Valyrian. "Find my uncle and the delegation from Sunspear, bring them to the Queens Apartments. Let them see how the Future Queen is treated."

"Your uncle is with the King, Rhaenyra. Hopefully he will see the kind of woman his chosen consort is. Green as her dresses," Laenor stated, grinning sharply at the woman. "Our mother and father would be most upset to hear what their gooddaughter is going through as well."

"Yes, they will." In a swirl of skirts, Laena dissappeared.

"Get out," Laenor ordered. "We shall bring our child to the Queen Consort ourselves."

"I could take the babe, ser."

"If you lay a hand on my child, I will order them to be removed," Rhaenyra snarled. "Tell your Queen Consort that I will come myself for what kind of mother would I be if I passed my child onto another."

The maid gaped at the blatant insult but scurried away as Ser Harwin, who had entered when Lady Laena had left, reached for his blade. He left behind her, closing the door as the servents, maids, midwives, and healers stared at the door in shock.

"Your highness," A midwife, Laya, began, "It is too soon after the birth. You could hurt yourself from walking."

"The Queen Consort has ordered my presence. Dress me. Please." Her maids immediatley rushed forward, pulling on one of her silk hose and pulled her hair into a simple, messy braid that fell down her back. A soft robe was then pulled over her shoulders and Visenya was cradled back in their arms.

The clothes she had chosen were done on purpose. Alicent would expect a show of power but this would show the Lords and Ladies of how cruel the Queen Consort was, and bring more to her side.

They were interrupted when the egg that had been placed in the fire, cracked and began hatching. A beautiful creamy white hatchling crawled forth, stubby horns of pale gold glinting and black frills swaying as it moved. Laughing to herself, Rhaenyra allowed the hatchling to clamber up her robe and perch on her shoulder, giving it free range to look down at Visenya.

Rhaenyra murmured a quiet thank you to the Gods who had so far shown to be protective of their children with her. Laenor appeared behind her, gently supporting her.

"Shall we, dear wife?"

"We shall, dear husband."

Together they made their way through the halls, Ser Harwin and two healers behind them. They earned odd looks as the Crown Princess was dressed in night clothes, holding a babe, with a hatchling perched on her shoulders. Immediatley whispers spread, so Rhaenyra played into it.

Her voice trembled, "Why would she do this, Laenor? Is she not a mother herself? To order me to have my babe taken to her when she is freshly born? What have I done to the Queen to deserve this?"

She made no attempt to keep her voice low as Laenor soothed her, shaking his head. Around them Lords, Ladies, and servents alike shook their heads in disgust.

Upon arriving at the Queens Apartments, they were met by the Dornish Delegation, the King, Prince Daemon, Princess Rhaenys, and Lord Corlys all of whom looked angry.

Princess Elia looked furious, arms crossed over her chest as her husband, Prince Dorian loomed at her side. Ser Cole looked shocked, furious, and afriad all at once as the King ordered him to open the door.

Queen Consort Alicent turned towards the door as it opened, a poorly concealed smirk on her lips. "Princess–"

She cut herself off, paling as the King stared back at her, flanked by his family and a group of Dornish strangers at his back.

"Husband, what–"

"Did you order my daughter . . . to bring her newly born child . . . to you?"

"My king, I would nev–"

"Ask her maid, Father. The one who came into my rooms, blatantly disrepsected me, and told me the Queen commanded my child be brought to her," Rhaenyra interrupted, looking at the maid who paled dramatically.

"Well," Viserys snarled, looking every bit the dragon he had once been. "Did you? As your King, if you do not tell me the truth, I will have you imprisoned!"

"It's the truth! Queen Alicent sent me to the Crown Princess' rooms to bring her the babe!" The maid nearly sobbed. Alicent looked horrified as the hatchling perched on Rhaenyra's shoulder shrieked in victory.

As Princess Rhaenys and Princess Elia tore into the Queen Consort, absolutely furious that she would abuse her power in such a way towards a member of the royal family.

Noting that it was taken care of, Princess Rhaenyra was taken back to her chambers to rest before the feast that night.

At the feast, Princess Rhaenyra and her husband stood before the masses with the Martells to the right and the King to their left, using a cane to keep his balance.

"Lords and Ladies of the Realm. You have been invited here today to be informed of not one but two miracles," Laenor announced.

"The first is our daughter. Introducing, Princess Visenya Velaryon, Second of Her Name," Rhaenyra called, lifting the babe higher as the crowd cheered. "Whose egg cracked and hatched barely two hours after her birth!"

The dragon on her shoulder shrieked, rearing up to flap its wings.

Lifting his hand, the King called for silence. "When my ancestors came to Westeros, they tried to force Dorne to bend the knee but they fought back. Each King after has tried to do the same, demanding Dorne bow to their true King. But none succeeded. No King was able to bring Dorne into the fold. But the future Queen did.

"A contract has been drawn up for Dorne to be formally added into the Seven Kingdoms as long as a Targaryen Queen or King sits the Iron Throne. As per the treaty, Princess Visenya Targaryen and Prince Trystan Martell shall be betrothed and married upon her six-and-tenth nameday!"

Cheers made the hall itself tremble as the true Heir's supporters made themselves known. Lady Jeyne could be seen holding Princess Alyssa with Prince Jacaerys at her side while Lord Corlys held his heir – as the titles had been relinquished from Ser Laenor. Prince Maegor was in Prince Daemons arms alongside his cousin, Princess Baela as her mother carried her twin sister, Princess Rhaena.

Prince Aegon's supporters, who had grown weaker over the years, gave false cheers, seeking out the Queen who wore black and red upon the order of her husband. Much to Crown Princess Rhaenyra's delight the woman looked pale and washed out in the regal colors of the Royal House. It was a stark reminder that Queen Consort Alicent Hightower was no true Queen for even Aemma Arryn, who was oft bedridden, had looked absolutely stunning in black and red, her maternal house colors.

The strength of the Blacks grew and grew, furthered by the birth of Crown Princess Rhaenyra's fifth child, and second daughter.

Princess Visenya Targaryen, Second of Her Name, Future Princess of Dorne, Future Princess of Sunspear, the Traveler, the Diplomat, the Intelligent, the Learned, had been born.

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