#thirteen is a queen i love very very much

[ikenbar]

Just a picture of Andy and their wIFFFEEEE

#i love them very much #thirteen is a queen i love very very much #she is my WIFE #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me oc #obey me thirteen #obey me thirteen x oc #thirteen x andy #obey me andy #obey me art #obey me thirteen fanart #obey me thirteen art

[todayisafridaynight]

Daigo looks like the genderbent version of his mom because she girlbossed so hard she created a clone of herself through asexual reproduction

'yayoi cheated' this and 'yayoi cheated' that no you guys she just went through mitosis. that's all.

#snap chats #yayoi shoulda just named daigo yaoi at this point its fine it works #turns out she's too hot for ANY man #she really said 'i'm gonna make the perfect man myself watch this' #sorry queen you still botched it but hey he's at least still alive so. #also i love him very much and i'd cry if i was in the same room as him for even five seconds so to me you succeeded actually #everyone calls daigo cringe and fail but not me i think he's perfect and trying his best #and he was thrown straight into a dumpster fire expecting to put it out from the inside and hey he did Fine for thirteen years didnt he

[httpsuniverse]

right where you left lover girl [ charles leclerc , ben chilwell ]

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — charles leclerc x singer!ex!reader ; ben chilwell x singer!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — mostly angst, some romance . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ clearing my drafts again 😵‍💫 if you ask me, i’m obsessed with singer!reader fics lol

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

cleclercsource

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cleclercsource double date in wimbledon 🎾 charles, alex, kika and pierre spotted in today’s game!

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user alex looks so pretty and i know she’s nice because i met her once, but i miss y/n ☹️

user :(( i do too, but it’s just not meant to be. they both want different things and are in different places in the relationship

user damn why did THAT hurt

user no offense/hate towards alex but the fact that y/n and charles have been together since they were thirteen just...pains me and i’m not even part of their relationship

user me too!! 😭 they literally went through ups and downs together and saw their careers go big :(

user yeah but i hate to break it to you guys but it’s been two years since they broke up and charles being in a new relationship is okay, they’re both adults! i mean, you guys know that eventually they’ll meet somebody, no?

user what pains me the most is that y/n hasn’t released anything since she and charles broke hp 😣💔 i miss my girl

user they look like mean girls

user i would be scared to walk past them

user love how alex is just happy to be there hahaha she’s so cute

yourusername

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yourusername oh hi hello 👋🏻 i know it’s been a while since i’ve last released music and contributed to the industry, and i see everyone’s tweets saying how much they miss me and guess what? i missed you guys too, so here’s a little something for being so patient with me🤎 this song is very personal and important to me and i hope you’ll love it just how i loved writing it. right where you left me is now available to all streaming platforms 🎶

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sabrinacarpenter 🫶 masterpiece

selenagomez proud of you✨😍

user omg y/n!!!

user the queen is back :( welcome back y/n!!

user streaming right NOW

user you cant do this to me y/n y/l/n!!!!!!!

user just got out of a 4-year relationship today, thanks for the masterpiece maam <3

yourusername 🤎 wish you all the best with healing

user OMG

user thanks y/n, now i do have a reason to cry today 😍

yourusername stopp bahahaha enjoyyy

prodbymika

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prodbymika glad to have produced another song and film a music video with my bestie 🫶 here’s some behind the scenes of y/n during recording and filming the music video of right where you left me <3

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yourusername mika my love!!! ☹️🤎 thank youu couldn’t have done it without youuuu 🫶

user wait that place on the 3rd photo is familiar

user it’s charles and y/n’s place from their 24 hour with vogue video 😭

user omfg that’s probably why it’s titled right where you left me 😭

user the 😭 restaurant 😭 she 😭 and 😭 charles 😭 loved 😭

user fuck me im trying to move on 😭

user y/n wearing the same clothes she would wear during date nights with charles 💔☹️

yourprivate

yourprivate i know eventually it will lead to one of us meeting someone new. i hope she’ll love you the way that i did, more than how i loved you, charles. and i can’t believe that it’s been two years since we broke up. in my mind i’m still 23, living in my own delusion that one day you’ll come back to me. i loved you, charles_leclerc. and i still do. i really meant it when i said i wish you both the best. now, it’s time for me to move on and leave the place where you left me.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─────────────────

yourusername

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yourusername me doing big girl things 😄 bye bye monaco 🇲🇨, hello london 🇬🇧 ready to make new memories, new songs and of course, new apartment tour video soon :p

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user omggggggg the chances of me running to you are HIGHHHHH

yourusername see you aroundddd <3

user AAAAAAA

user omg omg omg she’s finally out of her delusions, we’re officially over right were you left me era !!!!!!

user she finally let go of the house she and charles shared 😭

user no bc imagine the adjustment!! she lived there even when she and charles broke up :(

user my girl can finally FINALLY breathe

benchilwell

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benchilwell you’re my, my, my, my lover 🩷

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jackgrealish mate, that’s so cheesy 😂

reecejames i know something you don’t 🤧

masonmount i know something you will never know 😂

user NAHHHH QUIT PLAYING WITH US

user NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

user cong😭ratu😭lations😭

user now who is the lucky woman 🤔

user wait is that y/n

user what the hell

user i think soo!!!!

user STOP IM GONNA FUCKING CRY RN

yourusername

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yourusername guys meet my london boy 🩷

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benchilwell i told you not to post that picture of me

yourusername 😵‍💫 but you looked so cute and you helped me compose a song

masonmount he did? 😨

yourusername took us a while, but yep 🫡

user im so happy for you y/n!!!!

— ❤️ by yourusername

user why is y/n, a person who loves chinese food, dating a man who hasn’t eaten chinese food

yourusername don’t worry, i bought chinese the other day. he’s no longer chinese food virgin. i took his virginity.

benchilwell y/n y/l/n.

yourusername 😚 you liked it though

benchilwell okay fine yeah

user why do i feel like a new album will come out ...

yourusername

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yourusername suprise (well... not so surprise haha) !! been working on this album the past year and it’s finally here and i can’t wait to share it with you guys so HERE YA GO 🩷😚 the whole album is dedicated to, of course, my lover, my benji, benchilwell i love youuuu and this album is my love letter to you (you spoiled the lyrics on your previous post 🙄 but its ok i forgive u now pls come back faster bc i miss u) enjoy everyone ! lover girl, y/n 🩷✨

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benchilwell i love you angel 🩷

yourusername stopp im shy i miss you

benchilwell 😂 im coming over

user y/n in her lover era 🥹 happy for her, she deserves this!

user she really does 🥹

user STOPPP THIS WJOLE ALBUM IS JUST Y/N AND BEN BEING IN LOVENWITH EACH OTHER

user “all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” BENJAMIN JAMES CHILWELL YOU ONE LUCKY MF

user y/n is SO in love i’m here for it

charles_leclerc congratulations on another amazing album, y/n!

yourusername thank you charles! 🫶

user HEY WHAT IS MR. RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME DOING HERE

user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

yourusername we’re still friends guys, chill 😂

sabrinacarpenter YOU ARE AMAZING, Y/N

yourusername SAAAABBBB i love you ,, you are amazing

user from right where you left me to paper rings 🥺 THE GLOW UP

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[gerryrigged]

Battle of the Cowl

Tim reluctantly switching the Red Robin mask from a full cowl back to a domino even though he's not too pleased about losing the greater level of protection - because Dick!Bats (and then Nightwing once Dick switched back) kept automatically going for hair ruffles and getting Big, Big Sad at being cruelly Blocked.

Every. Single. Time.

Nightwing: (morosely rubbing over the curve of Red Robin's smooth black head) it's just not the same...

Red Robin: stop acting like I went bald you drama queen :/

Nightwing: oh Magic 8 Ball, will Little Red's hair ever return from the war...? 👋👋👋😔

Red Robin: quit it! (slapping hands) that's not even how Magic 8 Balls work and you know it 👿

Nightwing: I had a little brother once... with fluffy black hair... I remember when he was thirteen and tiny and not even Robin yet, he came to me for training and told me how much helping people meant to him... and I ruffled his hair for the very first time... 😔

Red Robin: this is really what you wanna do right now? guilt trip me over sensible full cover head protection?

Nightwing: are you still mad at me? is that what this is? your personal rejection of me, personally, because you no longer want my love and affection? 😔😢💔

Red Robin: 🙄 not everything is about you, Dick-- (belatedly remembers they're on an open rooftop, oops 😳 ...oh well, anyone listening would probably assume he meant it the other way)

Nightwing: 😔💔

Red Robin: ...(sighs and knocks his shoulder against Dick's) we literally patrol together twice a week, in what universe am I still mad? I'm just tired of all the head trauma.

Nightwing: 😔💔

Red Robin: 😑

Nightwing: 🥺

Red Robin: 😑😑😑

Red Robin: (shows up at their next joint patrol with a domino mask and fluffy, free-flowing hair) 😒 happy?

Nightwing: 😍! 👋👋👋🥰❤️‍ yep~

Red Robin: 🙄(...❤️‍)

#gerryrigged #gerry words #dicktim #dick and tim

[shirefantasies]

How Many Kids Do They Want? LoTR Edition

This is just a headcanon set I like to think about because I love little ones & think all of the characters would make great parents in their own way 🥰 I definitely am going to expand on this in the future but for now enjoy!

Aragorn

He wants to bring a life into the world, but only under good circumstances. When the time comes, he favors a small family he can focus on- one child is enough for him. As much attention as he can possibly give goes to his little one that way, no resentment, no competition, all of the time in Aragorn’s world to spend with those dearest. Despite the pressure to have a son, he is happy to have either a son or a daughter as long as they are happy and healthy and provided for. Aragorn’s child will grow up with an amazing guide to do what is right and care for their friends and family, not to mention learning Elvish and many skills to survive outdoors if need ever arises.

Legolas

Open-minded for sure, but I think he actually leans toward a larger family. No extreme amount, but four or five sounds good to him! Legolas is very caring, patient, and even has a playful side that all lend well to spending time with wee ones. No strong preference on sons or daughters, Legolas cares more for smiling faces and fair hearts. He pretends to be competitive with his children to motivate them, but always caves and lets them win in the end! They’ll all become amazing archers if he has anything to say about it.

Boromir

Having a big family warms Boromir's heart. He wants to be different from his father, carve out space for each and every child individually. Having a big family shows in his mind how much he loves his spouse and can provide for everyone, too. Boromir is definitely the type of dad whose children just come barreling toward the door upon his return home, rocketing into his arms as he manages to catch them all! If you ask him, Boromir's ideal family size would be four or five children. He loves the idea of having a son or sons to train up, but really doesn't want to miss out on having beautiful daughters too, so his hope is for a mix of both. Constantly encouraging his sons and praising every achievement at their passions. The girls are ladies of Gondor and nothing shall take that from them, least of all their father, who is always joining their tea parties and letting them take turns as queens knighting him and each other.

Gimli

Dwarves tend to have smaller families, whether that is by choice or happenstance. Gimli enjoys the idea of having three children, a moderate amount, and of course he really would love a son. He wants a mini-me as they say, a small reflection of himself to share all his favorite things with and teach to defend all that is important to him. Daughters are less common among his people, thus of course they are of great value and would be a blessing were he to have any as well. Gimli would constantly be hyping them up and reminding them that they are worth so much, any man in their life had better treat them so or else!

Frodo

If he were to have children, Frodo favors a smaller family. Growing up, it was just him and his uncle for as long as he remembered, and he likes the idea of being able to focus more on his child. Thus, his perfect family size if you ask is simply one or two children. In his mind there’s something about having a son, perhaps a mirror to his own youth or someone to impart his lessons into in the sense that feels most traditional to his family dynamic, but the idea of having one of each makes him so happy- Frodo’s little girl would have him wrapped around her finger!

Sam

I know I said at one point Sam only wants like three but that’s because I didn’t realize he canonically has so many forgive me. We all know Sam loves the idea of having a big family! Canonically he’s even down to have thirteen children, but of course he is fine with a smaller number too. Just definitely more than one, at least three or four. Sam has so much love to give and he adores bringing life into the world and nurturing it more than anything. Every little one is their own unique person he loves to foster and dote on. He wants some of each of course, but just loves the idea of having little girls especially!

Merry

Really wants one of each. His family will feel like a full package that way and he wants every type of experience he can have, walking a daughter down to her wedding and letting her dress him up and playing games with his son. Teaching both of them how to stand up and fight for themselves, of course! Merry is so the type who wants a mini version of both him and his spouse if he can have it. Would make so many jokes about the little clones and just melt for the child who looks like his partner. Regardless of who she looks like, his little girl has his exact smile and you'll always catch them making it at each other before the next moment of teasing and mischief!

Pippin

Wants so many kids. Five to ten, no problem. Numbers aren’t his concern so long as he can be involved with each and every one of them. Just the type who wants his family to be a small army! Definitely wants to experience having sons and daughters, but statistically he’s going to anyway at his rate! So good at getting down to their level and having the greatest time with them, but also showering them with love and calming words and learning their needs by actually listening. Just Pippin and his little army of fellow neurodivergent sweethearts all with different passions and gifts and special interests.

Faramir

Willing to concede to his partner especially if that’s who actually bears the children. Faramir adores the idea of having a family, of doing everything differently than he experienced, of pouring true love and respect into a little soul doing their best, and that is where his happiness truly lies. A part of him likes the idea of having two sons as full atonement for his and Boromir’s difficult childhood, but even one would make him happy. He is so patient at explaining things to a young mind and his optimism comes out all the more when spending time with a little one- all the world’s beauty is that much brighter!

Eomer

Big family! More than a number he dreams of a boisterous, active home where no one is ever lonely. A warm hearth and the voices of children nearly ever-present. His heart swells as he imagines having one in each hand and plenty more all around him. Eomer, for whatever reason, has the number six in his head. Of course he wants sons, sons to train as fine riders and fighters, but his sister has proved to him that that future is not lost on Rohan’s maid either. He would be so much softer, gentler with his daughter(s), still showing her things like how to shoot an arrow or how he sharpens his blades but with greater care. Gathering everyone for story time is one of Eomer’s greatest delights.

Haldir

For much of his life, Haldir did not think about children, was uncertain that was a future he would even attain. Thus, as the time approaches for consideration he realizes he simply feels blessed by the prospect and is very willing to listen to his partner about their wishes. Granted, he does not wish to live beyond his means or in a way that he could not provide for all he needs to, but in general he is open. The beauty of Lothlórien grows with every new addition, every fair member of elfkind so he is happy with boy(s) or girl(s). He would teach his daughter(s) to walk with grace and uphold their ancient strength and remind his son(s) that honor and respect must center all their actions.

Eowyn

Traditional housewife ‘duties’ were never her desire. Thus, she does not want a large family, though the idea of raising a little life with her partner makes her happy. She only wants one child, maybe two so they can play together, and her family will feel complete. Any child(ren) of hers will surely be active, so she and her spouse will have their hands full with whoever! Strength is a matter of the heart, and Eowyn will raise a strong family no matter if they are male or female. She loves the idea of having a daughter or daughters to share her stories and triumphs with, though- future Shieldmaidens of Rohan!

Arwen

She wants to be able to focus on her family, so ideally not a huge one. Carrying on her legacy and having someone to care for with her partner, a living breathing proof of their love and commitment, is the most important part. She has never been too particular about if the child is a boy or a girl, just that she wants to be there for them and a calming, loving presence in their life as much as possible. So good at holding and reassuring them it’s like magic.

Elrond

Elrond is patient, steady, and he likes to take his time both with his children and between having them. He is happy with a smaller or average-sized family, two or three children. That way he can spend his time, care, wisdom, on them all and lavish Rivendell’s resources on them in different ways. Perhaps they are interested in the rich history, the weapons of old, the art, textiles, the sheer natural beauty of the location. Whatever it may be, he will offer it to them so long as they use it well and with respect. It appeals to him to have one of each, but we all know he would have a soft spot for his daughter!

Lindir

All I can picture is twin dad Lindir. Don’t ask me why, all I know is this man elf has his hands full with a baby on each side. Exasperated but lovingly shaking his head as the two identical little elves/half-elves try to convince him they are their sibling again! Or even having one of each on one fell swoop, teaching them both their favored instrument and singing with them! Lindir doesn't mind so much whether he is to have sons, daughters, each, so long as his children have the finest things in life and know that he shall always give them what he can.

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#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #the fellowship of the ring #aragorn #legolas #boromir #gimli #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #faramir #eomer #haldir #eowyn #arwen #elrond #lindir #parent au #well sorta #but I want to start tags for it

[he-calls-me-kitten]

I'm back again <33

I've got more 3am thoughts and scenarios to share >:DD

Ive got 2 options for you, feel free to do the desired one, also this might a bit spicy?....

If you write for the other exchange students :

F!MC x Thirteen

(Desired characters are Barbatos ; Satan ; Solomon and Simeon but you can add or remove whoever your want cuz this is your writing and my opinion shouldn't really matter because your the one working on it and not me. )

Our lovely characters are looking for their darling human all across the RAD grounds since they have been gone since the last class and school's finished. They stroll through the halls to pause at the sounds of a familiar voice...WHIMPERING?!

DUN DUN DUNNNN

JOKING JOKING- LETS JUST CONTINUE

Peeking through the small crack in the door they witness our lovely MC layed down on one of the RAD desk, shirt unbuttoned and thrown aside, skirt flipped up, tears streaming down her flushed face, mascara running, lipstick smudged (I seem to have a thing for smudged lipstick-), quivering and trembling as they softly sob and moan Thirteen's name, their small frame trembling under the reapers touch who planted soft kisses and marks all over their body, decorating her thighs with various hickies and bite marks as she whispered sweet nothings into the humans ear, her hands gently tracing their sheep horns and fluffy tail which caused F!MC to squirm under her touch as their animals parts are especially sensetive <333

I just like making them jealous tbh

OR THE OTHER OPTION BECAUSE I'M A SIMP AND LOVE MALEWIFES :

Barbatos X F!MC X Simeon

X !!PLATONIC!! Luke

(I'LL HAVE TO MAKE THIS SHORT CUZ I NEED SLEEP 😭😭)

Luke seeing F!MC as a mother figure and his dad's just taking it as an opportunity to sweep their beloved human to themselves. Inviting her to have a sleepover at the purgatory hall for a sleepover was only innocent and all.... Till it wasn't

Simeon's bedframe collided with each of their movements, Simeon shushing their Darling with "Stay quiet little lamb, Luke's in the next room" or "Keep your voice down darling we don't want Luke to hear now so we?" While Barbatos is a little more dirty, whispering praises about how MC takes them both so well despite her small and "fragile" form, sweat dripping down their forms as her nails dig into Simeon's back, legs trembling as her brain slowly turns to mush from the pleasure, mindless moans falling from her swollen lips, during the of the moment one of then eventually slips something up like: "You easily accepted Luke as you child, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having more" or "How about we give you actual kids of your own instead?" <333

- M. 🪭🪷

M, SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TOO FULL OF AMAZING IDEAS I CANT WITH YOU😭😭😭 And since it took me so long to reply (again so very sorry) and but because there's a distinct lack of my queen Thirteen...

F!MC x Thirteen

Two Queens in a King Sized Bed

"I'll look over the classrooms once more." Barbatos sighed. "Maybe she fell asleep tired like she does in the library sometimes."

"Yes I'll go check there just for good measure." Satan shook his head.

"MC was supposed to go visit HOL with you wasn't she?" Simeon turned to Solomon.

"Well yes we were supposed to head there after this class- wait, do you hear something?" Solomon inched towards one of the empty classrooms. The rest of them followed.

Not one of them was expecting to see what they did. Their precious MC laid down on the teacher's desk with her shirt practically ripped off her and skirt hiked all the way up to the waist and panties pushed to the side.

"Thirteen..please..." You whimpered and begged underneath the reaper. She looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

"Please what, cupcake?" Thirteen smirked latching her lips to your neck as her pretty fingers plunged into your leaking hole again. You convulsed against her, moaning and clinging onto her arms.

"..too much..." You barely managed to string two words in this mindless state. She had been toying with you for an hour now, determined not to let you leave.

"Use your words, MC." She trailed a thumb over your trembling lips and down your neck and collarbone. "Else I cannot possibly help you, you know?"

"Thirteen-"

"And who knows I might make things worse?"

"Thirteen! Ahh~" You moaned as she caught you off-guard with her thumb pressing down on your puffed up clit.

"Are you perverts done enjoying the show? Cause I'm not willing to let you join." Thirteen side-eyed the door.

Satan and Simeon fall back, scrambling to get back their usual composure. The bulges in their pants are a dead give away as where they were looking the whole time. Even as you try to cover yourself up, you know they've already seen too much.

"Why you- you! How dare you!" Satan musters through unsettled breaths. He's not okay in the slightest. All he feels like doing is ripping Thirteen apart from you like an expired bandaid and lay himself down on you.

"Is a classroom really a place to be doing all this?!" Simeon smiles with gritted teeth. The nerve to just toy with an angel's will like this - to show such an irresistible side of his one temptation.

"Indeed. It is most inappropriate Thirteen. It seems I'll have to put you in detention again, please pack your things." Barbatos pretended to fix his glove as his fist tightened.

"Apologies Thirteen, I think it's almost time for another lesson with my apprentice so it's better if you get off then now." He smiled all the while a vein popped in his neck as he held out his hand to you.

Thirteen rolled her eyes, still holding you close. "Please as if you could ever pleasure MC the way I do. This cutie deserves way better than what you lot have got." She palmed your behind and gave it a gentle squeeze while smirking, watching the men fume silently in jealous rage.

"Thirteen. Detention room. Now please." Barbatos warned again. "Ugh. Demons." She pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips, before she left. "Don't worry, I'll catch you later, cupcake."

Barbatos was planning to put you in an entirely different detention room, somewhere in his quarters at the Demon Lord's Castle. Silk ropes and his ungloved hands awaited you there as he pulled you into the din lit room.

Simeon had lost all sense of personal space. He wasn't allowed you to have you in the way the others could. But there are so many ways to pleasure humans after all. His eager fingers and needy whispers had you begging for more.

Satan pounced on you at any opportunity he got. Against the bookshelves in his room, in secluded corners of the RAD library, even in a hidden alley on the way to HOL. He wouldn't stop until muffled screams slipped through your suppressed voice.

You don't remember the last time Solomon slept in his room. Every night, he towered at the end of your bed, his bare chest and shoulders glistening in the moonlight. Every night he pulled off your nightgown and rebranded you as his. No matter who had you during the day, you'd wake up the next day as his alone.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me oneshot #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me ask #obey me thirteen

[helaelaemond]

Before The Storm - Aemond x sister!reader

Pairing: Aemond x sister!reader

Word count: 3.6k

this was the second winner in this poll / osferth fic that also won the poll

Summary: Alicent and Otto have decided that Aemond will be used to broker an alliance with House Baratheon. As the only unwed adult child of Viserys, First of His Name, a betrothal with Aemond One-Eye is a commodity bound to secure alliances for the wars to come. Fuck the wars to come, though.

Aegon might be your husband and king, but it is Aemond that belongs to you.

Oral sex (male receiving, female receiving), penetrative sex, elements of possessiveness, jealousy, canon-typical incest, slightly nasty sex, little brother isn't so little anymore

Content warning(s): mentions of child marriage/rape (very brief), brief mentions of Lucerys' death

Rating: E

Tag list: @sylasthegrim / @arcielee / @myfandomprompts / sorry I forget who might want to be included

You keep your head down as the Small Council leaves the meeting chamber. Past you walks Lannister and Wylde and Orwyle. Beesbury is dead. Cole killed him, everyone knows it, but Mother protects him. And he protects you, you know. When Meleys had erupted from the depths of the dragonpit, he had shielded you with his body and had been ready to sacrifice his life for yours. He can be a cruel man, but he loves you. Just like Grandfather.

Just like Aemond.

The men in your life are not good. But they love you. Selfish though it is, that's enough for now.

You enter the chamber and find your brothers there, your mother and grandfather, too. Ser Criston keeps his place behind the queen. The dowager queen, that is.

"My dear, sit down," Grandfather says quietly. You take Orwyle's seat opposite Mother. It's strange to see Aegon at the head of the table now. At least he doesn't wear the crown now - it had looked so strange on him.

Aegon and Mother are talking. "... matter which, so long as it's one of them. Let him choose."

Alicent frowns. "It should be the eldest, as is tradition."

Aegon smirks. "And what if the youngest is prettiest?"

"The youngest is but thirteen-"

"Plenty of girls are ready for marriage at thirteen."

"Don't be obscene."

Aegon laughs, and shrugs. "My own wife was not much older."

Aemond taps his finger slowly on the wood of the table. You look at his long hand, his elegant digits, and it gives you butterflies. He hasn't touched you since the coronation, but he's looked. Gods, he's looked.

You slip into the seat next to Grandfather as he watches them talk. Opposite you, Aemond avoids your gaze.

"It should be the eldest," Grandfather agrees. You don't look at anyone but your younger brother, but you listen closely.

"But what if he doesn't like her face?"

"Her face is of no consequence; it's her father's forces we want, as you well know, Your Grace." The sarcasm with which Otto spoke the last phrase is lost on no one at the table. Aegon's expression sours.

"I suppose he can always fuck her from behind if she's ugly," he says spitefully.

Alicent looks down at her lap in despair. "Gods, Aegon."

You stare at Aemond. Understanding what they're talking about makes you want to shrink into nothing, to disappear between the cracks in the floor. Aemond is to have a wife. A wife.

"When do you wish for me to go?" Aemond speaks at last. He looks at Aegon with his own good eye, his expression blank.

"Tomorrow will do." Some of the bravado leaves the king when he shares a gaze with his little brother. "Take Vhagar, not a ship. She speaks louder than any of us."

Aemond nods stiffly. He looks between Grandfather and Mother. "Aegon will have Storm's End, and I will have this girl."

The smile that your brother gives Aemond is more genuine now. When he is truly happy, Aegon is quite pretty. It's a shame he refuses to find happiness, then, for the most part. Perhaps his Flea Bottom girls get to see that smile more than you. "Thank you, Aemond. Truly."

He's punishing you, you think. Your spiteful, inattentive husband is punishing you for finding your own happiness.

No one in the chamber has paid you any mind yet, but when you stand up and the chair loudly scrapes against the stone, all gazes are on you. The pressure of it makes your cheeks flush. Say something. Anything.

"Congratulations, brother," you say stiffly. Not that. "I wish you luck in the wars to come."

You sweep out of the council chamber as quickly as you arrived. Only Grandfather calls your name, but you ignore him. Panic swells in your chest. Only when you arrive back in your chambers od you allow yourself to cry.

"Sister?"

There is a secret passage that connects your rooms to the maze of corridors hidden in Maegor's Holdfast, and over the years, you and Aemond have learned it well. Through a concealed door behind a bookcase, he peeks now.

You sit cross-legged in your windowseat as you look across the city beyond the castle walls. A hundred thousand lights flicker under the night sky, orange against the ink of night. Atop the Hill of Rhaenys, the dragonpit looms mighty and foreboding. Your dragon is in there with Aegon's. Vhagar makes her lair on the coast, or in the Kingswood. She comes and goes as she pleases without restraint.

Aemond walks closer to you.

You wonder where Vhagar is tonight.

"You cannot ignore me forever."

"Why not?" you ask quietly. Don't look at him. Don't cave. "You're to have a wife soon. She will give you all I cannot."

Aemond's long strides bring him to your side in an instant, and he kneels before you. Taking the patch off his eye, sapphire and purple bear into you, you can feel it. It makes your skin prickle. "You give me everything."

"Not everything. I do not give you my hand. I do not give you children."

"We don't know that," he murmurs. "The babe in the cradle may be mine, we do not know."

You sigh. "That's the first time you've admitted that in so many words."

"Perhaps tonight is a time for firsts."

You snort. "Like proposals?"

"I begged Mother, the day she betrothed you to Aegon, to let it be me." He squeezes your hand. "I begged her, and Father, to let us wait until I was older so that I could marry you. You know this."

"You didn't try hard enough."

He kisses the back of your hand, your fingers. "I know. I know. Forgive me, sister. Please, please."

You pull your hand out of his and stand up, flitting over to another window and out of his grasp. He rises to his feet and watches you. He licks his lips and glances down in shame.

"Everything will change, Aemond."

"No. No, it won't."

You hug your arms around yourself. "It will. You'll have a wife." Anger suddenly boils in you. "A fucking wife! And what will I be then? You'll set me aside for some Westerosi bride who will give you trueborn heirs and her father's army and-"

Long strides bring him back to you and he takes your face into his hands. He forces you to look at him. The sapphire glints in the light of the fire. Shadows make his scar even deeper, rawer. "Look at me, sister."

All air has gone from you. You're powerless under him. Your eyes meet his.

"I'm yours, and you're mine. I will never love another as I love you."

"You don't know that, Aemond."

"Only a Targaryen can love a Targaryen." His voice is rich and warm, heat simmering beneath the surface. "That I know."

"For now."

He wraps his arms around you possessively and pins your body to his. He is tall and lean and strong against the softness of your curves. He has his place against you. "Forever.'

"You will swear yourself to a stranger and you will bed her, too. I will have to share you."

"As I share you now," he practically growls.

"That's not fair," you protest. But then his hand is in your hair and pulling it to turn your head to the side. His lips press against the slope of your neck and you bite back a sigh.

"No, it's not fair. Our brother gets to bed you and hold you and kiss you without worry."

"And I hate him for it."

Aemond gently bites over your pulse. "As do I."

"Perhaps when you bring your bride here, you can give her to him as a distraction while you have me."

He moves his lips to your ear and darts his tongue inside to make your knees weak. "You want that? Your husband to give my wife his bastards while I give you mine?"

Your fingers dig into his shoulders. He won't have you that easily. "Is that all I am to you? Some mare in heat for you to breed?"

When Aemond pushes you against the stone wall, you grip his sharp jaw and press until his lips open. When you spit into his mouth, he swallows gratefully. "You're everything to me," he groans. "Do that again."

"Aemond."

"Yes, sweet sister?"

"When you marry her, and when you fuck her, think of me."

His jaw is slack when your hand moves to his throat. "No."

You tighten your fingers slightly. "No?"

"I won't debase you like that."

A small noise comes from your nose that is close to a moan. You fumble with the buckles on his leather jerkin while he pushes your heavy dressing gown off. Underneath, you wear only a linen shift, thin enough for him to see your nipples peak. Since your children have come, your body has been much softer, wider and suppler, than before. You wondered, once, if he would desire you less now there is more of you. But it was nothing to worry about; as the years have gone by, Aemond's need for you has grown more and more desperate.

An addiction.

Before you can even push the leather off him, his hands are clutching you. He runs them up and down your back as he kisses you. His lips and tongue are wet and needy, coating yours with his taste. The pressure of his tongue against yours always makes you dizzy, and when it fills your mouth, you cling onto his waist.

"No one compares to you," Aemond whispers against your mouth. You swallow his moans gratefully.

"I want you to fuck me even when you're married."

The words are mumbled against his kisses, but he hears enough to understand. Letting you go only for a moment, he turns you to press your front to the stone wall, and he traps you against it with his body. Strong hands find yours, and he covers them as he pins them either side of your head. Trapped, all you can do is drop your head back against his shoulder.

"I'll never stop," he promises against your ear. Sharp teeth bite it, and familiar lips press below it. "I can't."

"Good."

"Keep your hands there," he tells you.

You're tempted to disobey him, but you don't want him to stop. His touches are firm down your sides, and when you lean back against him, he presses his hands between your chest and the wall. Aemond grasps your breasts and squeezes them, rolling them in his hands. Between his fingers, your nipples are caught, and the stimulation sends bolts of pleasure between your thighs.

"This is mine," he whispers. His long nose runs up the side of your neck and into your hair. It's so like his, almost silver. The blood of the dragon runs thick. It's in you, and it's in him.

Baratheon blood will not come between you.

"And what is mine?" you ask breathlessly.

Aemond groans softly. He slips so easily into High Valyrian, and the words roll off his tongue naturally. "Mirre yno, mandia. Qogralbar, mirre yno." All of me, sister. Fucking all of me.

"Pār ivestragī nyke emagon jemome, lēkia." Then let me have all of you, brother.

Hearing you speak the tongue of your ancestors always makes him hard. When you were younger and in the same lessons, it had made him blush, and sometimes he had to excuse himself when you practised - especially when you got fluent. How few things change. Except this time, he doesn't leave. This time, he moans out loud.

You turn around and force him against the wall this time. His jacket hangs open, and you fumble with the laces of his breeches. Inside, you find his familiar warmth. "Issi ao qopsa syt nyke?" Are you hard for me?

Aemond drops his chin, pleasure washing over his face. "You don't have to do that."

"Let me," you plead. "You never let me."

"You're worth more than this."

"Jaelan naejot sylutegon ao, ñuha jorrāelagon. Kostilus?" I want to taste you, my love. Please?

"Qrugh." Shit.

And then Aemond's hand is in your hair, and he's guiding your head closer, and you sink to your knees worshipfully. His cock is so pretty, you think. Pink and flushed, a thick vein running up the underside. You trace it with your tongue, a feather-light touch that has him tilting his head to the side. He doesn't let you suck his cock often. Sometimes, you practice on the wooden cock he gave you on your nineteenth nameday. It has a sapphire buried in the hilt.

"Ah, mandia." Ah, sister.

You wrap your hand around the base of him to hold him steady, and your lips seal around the tip. You swirl your tongue around his head; it's impossible to hold back the moan at the back of your throat when you taste the salt of his skin, smell the musk of his body. Tomorrow, a stranger will have claim to this part of Aemond. But for tonight, he's all yours. You suckle on the head and it earns you praise from your little brother.

Not so little anymore.

The taste of him fills your mouth. Your hand strokes his length and you remove your mouth only to gently pull back his foreskin. The tip of his cock is flushed and shining. Looking up at him, you press the flat of your tongue against his slit. His one good eye rolls back.

"Gods, sister."

"Gaomagon ao hae bona, Aemond?" you ask coyly. Do you like that? You kiss down his length, and press him against your cheek in careful slaps. His cock jumps in your hand, and you smile.

When your mouth takes in his balls, he groans and his head drops back against the wall. You stroke him as you suck him, setting a rhythm that he ends up matching with his hips. It's beautiful, the way Aemond lets go with you, how he trusts you. In his most intimate moments, it's you he needs.

"Sister, stop, stop, I'm-"

You release his balls from your mouth, heavy and wet, and look up at him with shining eyes. Gripping the base of his cock, you watch him as he pants and his face constricts. "Come on my face," you tell him with a heavy gaze. "Show me you own me."

He shakes his head. "I can't."

He thinks it's dirty and debasing, he's told you before. But you want his filth tonight. "Please," you beg shamelessly. "I want it, brother. Please, give me your seed."

His cock twitches in your hand. His body wants it so bad, you can tell. The muscles in his stomach are so tense, and his breathing is laboured. He's fighting it.

"I want it so bad," you whimper. You kiss his flushed head, and you lick the seed that has already leaked there. "Please. Please?"

"Sister," he groans.

You're wet between your legs just from sucking him. It's such a treat to be allowed this that you don't know how to be sensible anymore. Suddenly, you kneel up and pull off your shift. You spit on his cock, and with one hand you hold his base hard to stop him from finishing, and with your other you coat him. He's wet, now, when you press him between your bare breasts. Your fingers catch your nipples as you hold yourself, and you open your mouth to lick his tip.

"Oh, gods," he swears. "Fuck, I'm- I'm-! Sister, I'm-!"

He gives you what you want. As he fucks your breasts, he comes with a strangled cry of your name. Seed shoots from him in hot spurts and it splatters across your chin and nose and chest, some sticking to your hair. He paints you, and it makes you feel drunk on love, on power. This is magic of the old freehold, the blood of the empire. He's your god, and you're his queen.

Aemond is still shaking from his orgasm when he falls to his knees and claims your lips in a deep kiss. His seed is passed between your lips and tongues, rubbed into your noses and cheeks. He tastes slightly sweet under the salt, warm and familiar. You fucking love it.

His trousers are still around his knees when he lies on the flagstone floor and pulls you atop him. Now this is a treat that is often indulged - where he is hesitant to let you use your mouth, he is desperate to use his own. He wastes no time in pulling you to sit astride his face. Your knees are either side of his ears, and your thighs are his crown. Whilst his mouth takes care of your cunt, his hands never remain still. When he kneads your breasts, you lean back and brace your hands back on his thighs. He moans so prettily between your legs. You like it best when he licks and sucks on your wet folds but holds his head still enough for you to find a rhythm on his nose.

His perfect nose.

Aemond can barely breathe under you. It's his heaven. You grind down as his lips carefully pull on your folds and his tongue swipes between them, devouring you. His nose catches your clit with well-practiced movements. Long fingers play with your nipples, and it makes you crash around him. Your whole body shakes as you come, the silence of your open mouth scarcely hiding from Aemond how hard he's had you.

After, you undress him and push him onto the bed you've shared with him countless nights before. He fucks you hard. He starts behind you, pounding into you relentlessly, but it's not enough. Aemond likes to watch your face. So then, he pulls your legs to the end of the bed while he stands and fucks you with a hand around your throat. His seed is still on your face and in your hair. In a moment of depravity, he catches flakes of it dried on your skin between his teeth and lets them dissolve on his tongue.

But tonight is about you, too. About reminding him that his wife be damned, he's yours. Aemond Targaryen is your love, your property. And so you pull him on his back and settle on top of him.

"You belong to me," you tell him in a low voice. His cock is red and pulsing as you grind it between your cunt lips. His fingers dig into your sides. "You'll always be mine."

"I swear it. Yours. Please, sister. Be good to me."

When you grind up his stomach and reach behind to hold him in place, he groans again. You hold each other's gaze as you guide him back inside you.

Your heart leaps every time he slots into you like this. It's the one true place that is home. "I'll always be good to you, Aemond."

And then you fuck him, hard. He pulls on your hair and you slap his face, and he drags his nails down your back and you suck on his neck until bruises flower. Proof of your ownership. Proof he's yours.

His high collar will hide it tomorrow, until he undresses. Then his Baratheon wife will see. Perhaps she won't understand, though, if she's a maiden with her virtue. She'll learn soon enough, though.

Only a Targaryen can love a Targaryen.

Neither of you even think about stopping to let Aemond pull out. When he quietly whines your name and his stomach tightens and his chest turns red, you encourage him and chase him into oblivion. He finishes inside you, and you feel his spend fill you. With his cock in you and his fingers pressing hard against your clit, you follow quickly.

You see stars, you see fire, you see storms. You see him.

You collapse onto his chest and sink into a state of nothingness.

After a while. the feeling of him returns. He's soft inside you now, keeping himself warm in the depths of you. His hands are stroking patterns on your back, and his cheek is against yours. You can feel his spend leaking from you. No, you think. Stay inside me, give me his child.

"Stay," you murmur quietly. "I command it."

"I will stay until dawn, if you'll have me." Aemond kisses your cheek.

You nod. With a wince, you carefully lift your hips and he slips out with a wet noise. When you roll off him, his strong arms stop you from going too far, and he hugs you close to him.

"Nothing will change," he whispers after a moment of peaceful quiet. He rests your foreheads together. This close, it's impossible for you to see him properly. All you can really see is the blurry glitter of the sapphire.

"Everything will change, Aemond."

"No," he insists. Sleep is coming for him "I would sooner have a dead wife than one who stops me from loving you."

"Do not jest."

He kisses you sweetly. "It's no jest. You are my priority, always. I will take a wife, yes, but she will never come close to you."

"That does not mean you should joke about killing her."

"It is no joke, sister. If she tries to come between us, she will die."

When Aemond leaves the next morning, Aegon is proud, and Grandfather is hopeful. Even Mother smiles. Only you watch with a blank stare.

When he returns, it is not news of a dead wife he brings you. No wife at all, actually, but a dead nephew.

You have to hide your smile. It is a fair exchange.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #mine

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Portrait of a royal family

I love that Young Royals is the kind of show you can re-re-rewatch and discover new stuff every time, because of the care and attention that's gone into it.

For instance - what we learn about the royal family and Wilhelm's place in it, including the unspoken things.

First vision of the royal family, and we see that their space is not theirs. There are thirteen people in this room; courtiers and staff outnumber the family more than 2:1. The family is also divided, with Erik and the Queen (the current and future rulers) standing together attending to business, while Wilhelm and his father are seated and talking. Wilhelm is also separated from his father by the staffer standing between them while she covers up Wilhelm's bruises. There's an array of cosmetic products in front of them; this is something they take seriously, not just a bit of concealer. So not only is Wilhelm unable to lick his wounds in privacy, but the family wants to conceal his injuries; they can't show that he's hurting.  

The Queen's first interaction with her youngest son is all about the visuals. She grabs his face to check the makeup job; we don't know whether she actually checked the visible injuries before Wille sat down. It's as if he's a little kid. No boundaries. You could almost see it as an extension of their relationship in general; Wilhelm is at the age where teenagers test boundaries, and his mother is angry and maybe a little scared because of the dangers he's exposing himself to. In a non-royal house, this perhaps wouldn't be quite such a big deal.

Kristina's next act is to slap Wilhelm's hand out of his mouth when he's biting his nails, with an exasperated snap that tells us she's done this a lot and is tired of it. The end result is that everyone in the room witnesses Wilhelm being scolded. Even his "private" humiliation is not private.

What else does this scene tell us? It is not a comfortable, or comforting, environment. The chairs are straight-backed and gilded. The table is covered in the detritus of a working day - laptops, coffee - but it does not look like a convenient place to work. Everyone's quite formally dressed; staff in uniforms or office attire, Erik in his military uniform, Wilhelm and his father in suits, and the Queen in royal blue. Her jewellery is conservative-coded with its tiny pearls and cameo. Dignified, stately, not flashy; stiff; made for show, not comfort; old-fashioned. This is the world Wilhelm uneasily inhabits and has tried to escape.

The scene on the couch is excruciating for Wilhelm and clearly uncomfortable for everyone else. The family are not in harmony; there's not a moment when they all look in the same direction. Ludvig looks like he's thinking about his stamp collection or his stock options or what he wants for dinner. Erik is keeping an excellent neutral expression but his eyes keep moving to Wille, checking out his face and his nervous hands, monitoring how he's feeling. The Queen is also looking at Wilhelm, but it's a pointed look, expectant and also silently saying Get on with it, and don't stuff it up.

We learn more about the family when Erik and Wille arrive at Hillerska. Note that Erik is the one who drives him there, probably taking time away from his Crown Prince duties. Did he offer, knowing it would be easier for Wilhelm? Although he clearly cares about his brother, he's also trusted to do the right thing and deliver him safely. He's part of the apparatus that's setting Wilhelm back into place. (Erik, I think, is not nearly as much on Wille's side as much of the fandom believes; he's just the closest thing Wille has to someone on his side).

August, like the Queen, is all about the image - and grabbing Wille's face without invitation. He's also all about Erik. And I'm sure he's also very aware of all the faces watching them from the window behind them, and the press in front of them, but he sees it as an advantage. He doesn't care about the reality as long as the image is right.

Does Wille find it disconcerting that August and Erik are so closely bonded? Erik clearly intends Wille to think of August as another big brother, an Erik-substitute, but Wille's seeing that there's another 'little brother' in Erik's life and that Erik is leaning in to seeing August again at the moment when Wille needs him most.

August is letting down his guard here. I think this is the most natural, uncalculated reaction we get out of him all season.

Wilhelm is being almost squashed between August and Erik as they talk across him. Again, Erik barely pays Wille any attention while August is around. This would further alienate Wille from him.

And here we really begin to see that, as much as he loves his brother and his brother adores him, Erik is part of the machinery that grinds Wille down. Let's look at his lines in this scene:

He's lived through his own adolescence and his time at Hillerska, and he came around to the establishment way of thinking. Surely Wille will too. So he'll be understanding and kind, but like his parents, he expects Wille to knuckle down. He's not going to encourage Wille to dream of a life beyond the gilded cage.

#young royals analysis #young royals #crown prince erik #young royals wilhelm #queen kristina

[mint-yooxgi]

{17} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa, Jongho, & Wooyoung)

Words: 13,837

Warnings: Suggestive content, Talks of kinks, violence and blood, injuries, mentions of death and failed suicide attempts. Very angsty the final quarter of the chapter. Someone fucks up, big time. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Surprise!! I had way too much fun writing this. I am very excited about the dragons in this chapter, and I hope you are, too! Finally edited as well! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Mini Masterlist

The soft caress of someone gently running their fingers down your spine pulls you out of your slumber early the next day. A hum escapes you, stretching lightly as you bury your head further into the warm pillow you seem to be resting on. A pillow which chuckles at feeling your arms tighten around it.

“Good morning, Petal,” Yunho places a tender kiss onto the top of your head.

Groggily, you turn your attention to him to see a loving smile already directed your way.

You smile back, curling yourself deeper into him with a content hum, “good morning, Universe.”

The pleased rumble that reverberates beneath your head causes you to chuckle. The way you can still feel his one hand stroking along your spine has a pleasant shiver caressing your form.

Turning your head, you place a kiss against his bare chest, right over his heart. The way you can feel it flutter beneath your touch has a warmth blooming within your veins.

“Did you sleep well?” Yunho’s eyes shine with nothing but adoration for you as you continue to relax in his embrace.

“Very,” you confirm with another soft hum. “You make a great pillow, Yunho.”

The chuckle he releases ends up shaking your entire body. “Always glad to be of service, My Queen.”

And serve you, he did. The rest of that afternoon and evening was spent with him in his room. The two of you talked for hours, interspersed with a few more rounds of tender love making where Yunho held you close, whispering any and all praises that he could into your ears. 

Last night could not have been more perfect, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“How are you feeling today?” His one hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, guiding your gaze to his own as his eyes search yours.

“I feel great,” you reply earnestly, grin tugging at your lips as your arms tighten around him. Though, in the next second, your brow is furrowing. “A little odd, though. Things seem almost…” you search for the right word, “sharper.”

Yunho chuckles slightly. “Well, you did ingest a little bit of my blood.”

The furrow in your brow deepens until realization is crossing your features.

“Ah,” a slight warmth blossoms on your cheeks as you recall the way you kissed him so passionately with his blood lining his lips, “I guess I did.”

“It’s nothing to worry about, Petal,” he assures you. “There aren’t any negative side effects to ingesting our blood.”

“I remember Hongjoong mentioning some added side effects, but he failed to go into detail,” you nod, recalling the brief conversation you had with him and Wooyoung about ailments at the mall.

“Your senses and reflexes will be heightened for a bit,” he comments. “Though, not for very long, given that you didn’t take much. That’s all you really need to worry about for now.”

“Why not just tell me all the possible side effects now?” You quirk a brow, shifting to rest your chin on his chest to look up at him once more.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Yunho winks, a knowing grin tugging at his lips.

You pout playfully back at him until he’s pulling you up to his lips for a brief kiss.

“Don’t worry, Petal,” he places a lingering kiss onto the skin of your cheek. “We’ll tell you in due time.”

“That sounds ominous,” you joke, raising a hand to poke at his cheek lightly. He turns his head to playfully try and nip at your finger in the next second. “If regular blood acts as an aphrodisiac for you, then I can only imagine what your blood would do to me.”

“You would be correct in a sense,” he replies, a loving smile painting his features as he takes your hand in his, placing a kiss onto your palm in the next second. “Only if you had no physical injuries to heal first.”

“Ah, so a step-by-step process,” your eyebrows raise in acknowledgment.

“It also depends on how much you ingest at one time,” he adds.

You nod, brow furrowing in thought. “So, who has the strongest blood out of all of you, then?”

“For healing injuries?” Yunho meets your gaze. “Seonghwa, since he’s the eldest. Then, Hongjoong. Then, me, and so on and so forth.”

“So, the older the blood, the stronger it is?” You inquire, eyes shining with that familiar curiosity Yunho has always loved since the first time he saw it.

“Essentially,” he confirms. “Though, Wooyoung’s would be the strongest against poisons. I’m positive his blood holds every antidote in it by now.”

“Make sense,” you nod. “Would yours be the best at healing mental ailments, then?”

“Most likely,” Yunho confirms with a small nod, eyes shining as he looks down at you. “Yes.”

“Huh,” you rest your head back onto his chest, exhaling contently. “Neat.”

A brief moment of silence before another teasing grin is pulling onto your lips.

“You’re sure you’re not vampires?” There’s a light lilt to your voice as you say this, causing Yunho to laugh once more.

“Definitely not, Petal,” he responds, a grin to mirror your own resting on his lips.

“Ah, darn,” you tut, shaking your head. “There go my Dracula fantasies.”

“Oh?” Amusement shines in his eyes. “And just what, prey tell, are those Dracula fantasies of yours, Petal?”

“Nothing I can’t do with you,” you grin mischievously, and the pleased growl you feel vibrate in his chest has you chuckling against him.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re this okay wth talking about blood.”

“Really?” You shoot him a look. “After I just let you cover me, and I with you, in each other’s blood, you think talking about it is gonna make me squeamish?”

Yunho shrugs exasperatedly, “I don’t know. It could have just been the heat of the moment.”

“I thought it would have been obvious by now, considering yesterday, and the fact that David spilled the beans,” you laugh, meeting his gaze with an overtly fond look in your eyes as you adjust your body slightly so that you’re now laying slightly more on top of him. He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue. “Darling, I do have a blood kink.”

Yunho’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, the tips of his ears turning a bright red as he clears his throat. 

“Oh. Oh, you were serious about that?” His voice is slightly more high pitched than normal.

“Of course,” you snort out a laugh. “It’s every bit as real as my knife kink.”

Yunho’s eyebrows raise significantly, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “What else are you into, Petal?”

You quirk a brow, a smirk to rival his own tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Do you really want to know?” Your voice is but a low drawl, seductive and sultry as you sit up, tossing your one leg over his waist in order for you to straddle him.

Yunho’s eyes flash black, absolutely adoring the sight of your bare form sitting above him like this for the moment. The way your hands rest on his chest, fingers splayed over his skin has his heart thundering, cock twitching just below your ass.

“Yes,” his reply is breathless, desperate as his hands come to rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking slowly over your bare skin. “Please, Petal.”

You trail a nail down his chest, loving the way he shivers beneath your touch.

“All in due time, Yunho,” you smile. “Perhaps when there aren’t seven extra sets of ears eavesdropping on the conversations.”

You hear a thud come from down the hallway, causing you to chuckle.

“Can you blame them, Petal?” Yunho chuckles along with you. “We just want to know more about you. About how best to please you.”

“Well, so far, you’re all doing a wondrous job.” You reply with a small wink.

A brilliant smile stretches across Yunho’s features, heart warming from the praise. He cannot suppress the pleased rumble that escapes him, pulling you down for a kiss in the next moment.

Little do you know of the other bashful smile that paints another male’s features at overhearing your praise.

Breaking from the kiss, you sit back up, thumb gently caressing the side of Yunho’s face as you hold him gently in the palm of your one hand.

“I would rather have that conversation with all of you when the time is right,” you tell him. “Though, I would always tell you if any of you did something that made me uncomfortable. I just hope you all will do the same with me.”

“Of course, Petal,” Yunho readily agrees, not even needing to hear his brother’s confirmations before responding since he knows they all would do the same. In a heartbeat.

“Good,” you smile. In the next second, you’re tilting your head from side to side, a knowing look shining in your eyes. “I suppose I could let you in on a few things, though.”

“Please,” he breathes, eyes desperate as he clings onto your every word, just as he knows his brothers are doing at this very moment.

Staring down at him through hooded eyes, you lick your lips.

“I absolutely live for praise,” you begin, and you notice the way his throat bobs as he swallows. “I also adore when my partner is vocal, which may or may not have something to do with that little voice kink I have. Nothing turns me on more than someone telling me exactly what they want to do to me, and then doing exactly that.”

A pleased rumble builds in his chest as you start to walk your fingers up his torso. Tingles erupt on his skin as he feels your nails grazing over his stomach, then up his chest, before you trail a finger up his neck, tilting his chin upwards as you lean over him.

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs, pulling you closer.

Your eyes catch on a faint bite mark still visible on his neck that he has yet to heal. You smirk.

“I do rather enjoy claiming what’s mine,” you hum, the tip of your finger teasingly following the outline of the mark on his neck. “Though, I think that sentiment is shared all around.”

At the way Yunho’s eyes flash black, a pleased snarl escaping him in the next moment, you just know the others listening in react in the exact same way.

“Biting, scratching, licking, sucking,” you list off, “anything to lay claim to mark what’s mine.”

His lips part, breathing coming in jagged pants.

“Of course, that which I enjoy giving, I also enjoy receiving, too.” You meet his gaze, eyes flashing knowingly. “If it’s not mutual, I don’t want it.”

Another pleased growl escapes him, and again, you just know the others have more than likely echoed the sentiment.

“Though, I will never expect more than what any of you are willing to give.”

“The feeling is mutual, Petal,” he replies immediately, hand coming up to caress the side of your face as you lean into his touch.

“I know,” you hum contently, a smile stretching across your features as a brief flash of that conversation with Hongjoong in the garden the other day flits through your mind. “And I will always appreciate you all for it.”

A brief silence settles over the both of you as you continue to stare deeply into each other’s eyes. That is, until Yunho is breaking it once more.

“Is there-” he clears his throat, “is there anything you don’t like that we should be aware of for now.”

You take a moment to consider his words before nodding to yourself. “Degrade me in any way and I will walk right out on you. Other than that, if you’re unsure, just ask. Consent is one of the hottest things you could ever offer to me.”

“On that, I think we’re all agreed,” Yunho nods along with your words. “Consent is as important for us as it is for you.”

You smile down at him, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “One of the many things I love about you.”

The tender love and affection you can see shining within his look of pure adoration makes your heart race. A look of which you know is mirrored on your own face right now.

At the way you notice his eyebrow twitch slightly, you can just tell one of his brothers has told him something. Sure enough, his next words confirm your original thought.

“Hongjoong wants to know what your safe word is.” At the way his eyes widen in amusement, you can tell there was another comment added to that. “Now, he’s cussing me out for singling him out about it because apparently Wooyoung has been asking, too.”

Faintly, you hear a whine of ‘hey’ come from somewhere in the house. 

You chuckle. “Just call them out, why don’t you.”

“I’m just the messenger,” he shrugs, raising his hands mildly in his defence. “Though, I am curious.”

You lean away slightly, sitting up as you contemplate your response.

“To be honest, I’ve never been in a situation that warranted the use of one before,” you blink, shifting through your memories to see if you’ve ever actually had to come up with one. In the next moment, you shake your head slightly to clear your thoughts. “I think the light system should be fine for now. Unless there’s one you all usually use.”

Yunho takes a moment to respond, and you notice how his eyes appear to be looking past you for a moment before shifting to meet your gaze.

“The light system works for us,” he smiles at you. “We’ll let you know if there’s a word we want you to use in advance, though. If and when the time comes.”

“I appreciate it,” you smile back, going to move off of him in the next second. You stretch your neck and back out slightly, looking around his room in the next instance after hearing a few satisfying pops. It’s then that you realize something. “I need clothes.”

Yunho sits up in bed behind you, his hand grazing over the skin of your bare back. “You can borrow some of mine.”

Your turn your head to glance at him from over your shoulder, an amused look on your features as your brow quirks.

“Just thought I’d offer,” he chuckles, shrugging briefly.

“I would grab some of my own, but seeing as my room is literally across the house,” you begin knowingly. “I’d have to walk there.” You look at Yunho expectantly. “With what I’m wearing right now.” He quirks a brow. “Which is nothing.”

You swear you hear a growl come from down the hall.

“I’ll do it,” your eyebrows are raised dramatically, eyes wide as you continue to meet Yunho’s stare. “I know you’ve all seen me naked before.”

“It’s not a threat if you know we’ll all enjoy it, Petal,” Yunho chuckles knowingly, a sly grin pulling at his features.

“Would someone just please get me some clothes?” You cross your arms over your chest. At the way Yunho doesn’t even bother to move from his spot, you let out an exasperated sigh. 

Grabbing the blanket at the end of his bed, you go to unfold it and wrap it around yourself just as you hear a knock on the door. A second later, a hand is reaching in with a pile of your clothes held in its grasp, before placing said items on top of the wardrobe right beside the door. In the next second, you hear the latch clicking back into place.

“At least one of you is a gentleman,” you snort, shooting a playfully pointed look at Yunho.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to admire you in your raw form for a little while longer, Petal,” he leans onto his side, head being propped up by his hand as his elbow rests on his pillow.

“Now I just think you’re rubbing it in,” you shake your head amusedly, tossing the blanket in your hands at his head as you go to stand from the bed.

You hear him laugh from behind you as you make your way over to your clothes on top of his wardrobe.

“Guilty,” he hums, curling the blanket beneath his arms as he settles back into his bed. Lovingly, he watches you change.

“Perhaps I should start leaving some clothes in all of your rooms so this doesn’t happen again,” you mumble, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up for the day.

Um, hell yes she should, Wooyoung voices, a little too eagerly.

Or, she could, you know, Mingi clears his throat, walk around the house naked.

I’m with Mingi on this one, Yunho hums.

Says the one who’s just spent the last sixteen or so hours with her, probably doing nothing but stare at her raw form, San grumbles, and they just know he’s crossing his arms over his chest.

Are you really complaining about the prospect of possibly seeing her walking around the house naked? Jongho chimes in, amusement clear in his voice.

San is silent for a moment before grumbling out a response. No.

Someone’s just jealous again, Yeosang chuckles.

I’m not jealous! San is quick to retort.

Denial. Yunho, Jongho, Mingi, and Yeosang all reply at the same time.

Yeah, yeah, he’s not the only one in the same boat, Hongjoong replies, exasperatedly.

On the plus side, she’s opening up to all of us more. Jongho observes, flipping the page of his book that he’s currently reading, mind swirling with everything he’s just learned from you.

A moment of silence passes over all of them, until Wooyoung is breaking it once more.

So, Yunho… the younger begins, not so slyly.

Nope. The elder male immediately responds, a knowing grin tugging at his features.

He hasn’t even said anything yet! San whines.

If you’re not getting anything out of him, you’re most certainly not getting anything out of me. Yunho chuckles, already reminiscing in the privacy of his own mind all the different ways you sighed his name so sinfully yesterday.

We’ll all know in due time, Jongho says, turning another page of his book.

Patience is a virtue, Mingi singsongs.

Since when have we ever been virtuous? Seonghwa laughs, speaking for the first time in a while.

I don’t know, you tell me, Mister Gentleman. Wooyoung teases, drawling out the name pointedly.

We all know you’re the most eager to see her walking around the house in the nude. Jongho adds, pointedly.

Unlike some, I am more than happy to provide for her whatever she may need, whenever she wants it. Seonghwa retorts.

Translation: our eldest here would have busted a heavy nut if she walked out without wearing clothes. Wooyoung cackles, along with both San and Mingi.

Like you wouldn’t have been drooling with your jaw on the ground if you saw her walking around in the nude. Yeosang rolls his eyes.

At least I’m honest about it. Wooyoung replies.

No one would blame either of you for your reactions. Hongjoong voices, finally finishing getting ready for the day in his own room.

Speaking of, how are you doing, Captain? There’s a teasing lilt to Mingi’s voice. Confirmed blood and knife kink.

I’m surprised he didn’t need to take another shower to cool off. San mutters, a chuckle to his words.

It’s not as shocking when you already know the truth, Hongjoong hums. Though, it is still pleasant, all the while.

You’re all just unobservant, Wooyoung adds with a hum.

Then, what else have you so keenly observed, Woo? San inquires, much to the other’s pleasure.

Of course, all of them want to know what their very own master of seduction has deduced from your every little intricacy.

All in due time, brother, Wooyoung grins, much to their annoyance. I’m sure she’ll confirm everything I’ve learned of her. Much sooner than you may think.

A soft smile rests on Yunho’s face as he continues listening to his brothers bicker about things in his mind. His eyes trail lightly after your form once you’ve returned from the bathroom, watching as you walk over to give him a tender kiss on the forehead before moving to exit his room for the day.

Opening the door, you step into the hall. Softly, you make sure the latch clicks behind you before making your way downstairs.

A gentle mewl catches your attention just as you reach the top of the stairs.

“Well, good morning to you, too, my little Doritos,” you chuckle, noticing how Kuroo looks up at you with wide eyes from the bottom of the stairs as you descend them. “Are you waiting for me? Oh, how sweet are you?”

You continue to coo at him, crouching down to scratch his head once you reach him.

“Come on, Little One,” you smile, beginning to walk towards the kitchen. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

He mewls in response.

“I know! I’m hungry, too,” you reply, smile on your face as he trots alongside you. In the next second, he’s pawing at your leg, causing you to halt in your tracks. “Oh, do you want to be held? Silly me.”

Reaching down, you’re quick to scoop Kuroo into your arms. Immediately, he starts purring, rubbing his face all over your neck and jaw.

You giggle, scratching at his chin as he curls into your arms. “Come on, handsome, let’s go get some food.”

Rounding the corner, you see a familiar head of soft pink hair sitting at the kitchen counter.

A light, slight overdramatic gasp escapes your lips. “Another handsome boy!”

Said man turns towards you, eyes wide as he meets your gaze. Already, you’ve crossed over halfway into the kitchen.

A small chuckle escapes you as you take in his dishevelled hair, the slight waves making it look like he has small cat ears of his own. You smile.

“Good morning, Hwa,” stepping in beside him, you place a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

A subtle blush begins to creep up his neck as he smiles softly, “good morning, My Divine.”

Walking further into the kitchen, you go to pull the fridge open. Only, you’re finding it a little difficult to hold onto Kuroo while riffling through the shelves.

“Okay, Doritos, I’ve got to put you down for a second,” you turn your attention to Kuroo who blinks at you with wide eyes. “I know, but I can’t hold onto you forever.”

A snort of laughter comes from Seonghwa, causing you to turn and quirk a brow at the eldest.

“What’s so funny?” You grin along with him.

“He’s saying that, yes, you can hold onto him forever.” Seonghwa chuckles, a fond look shining in his eyes as he watches you turn your shocked look to Kuroo.

“Well, someone’s being a little spicy Doritos today, huh, Tetsurou?” You shake your head, placing him onto the floor.

A loud complaint from him is all you receive in response before he’s trotting around the island and out of the kitchen.

Your mouth parts in shock, an appalled expression taking over your features before you’re shaking your head in the next moment. “What a sassy boy.”

Another chuckle escapes the eldest as the corner of his lips quirk upwards.

Turning your attention back to the fridge, you pull out an apple. Closing the door, you’re quick to wash the fruit off and grab a knife from the drawer. In the next moment, you’re walking back to the other side, pulling out a stool, and sitting directly beside Seonghwa.

“So, Doritos?” He chuckles. “Another nickname we should add to the list?”

“Of the many I have, yes,” you grin softly, cutting into the apple.

“Why Doritos?” There’s a slight quirk to his brow as he observes you closely.

The knife pauses halfway through the apple momentarily before you continue on like nothing happened. “Does there have to be a reason behind a nickname?”

“Not necessarily,” he hums. “I’m just curious why you decided to call him that of all things.”

You settle one half of the apple onto the napkin you have in front of you before shooting him a side eyed glance. Your brow quirks. “Are you sure you really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t be asking, otherwise,” he replies, a knowing quirk to his own brow.

“Okay,” you hum, clearly amused, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He remains silent, patiently waiting for you to continue.

“Well, he’s named after one of my favourite Haikyuu characters, so all the nicknames I have for him I shall subsequently give to this cat.” You explain, and you notice his eyebrow twitch.

“That still doesn’t explain why you call him Doritos,” he grumbles.

“Tell me, Hwa,” you chuckle, grabbing the other half of the apple you still need to cut up into your hands. “What shape are Doritos?”

“A triangle,” he replies almost immediately. “Though, I fail to see why this is of relevance.”

“Surely you’ve heard reference to someone having triangle proportions before, no?” You quirk a brow knowingly at him, your knife slowly slicing through the apple.

At the low growl that rumbles through his chest, you know he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“You like him because he’s shaped like a triangle?” The disbelief that coats his voice has a laugh falling from your lips.

“Broad shoulders, firm waist,” you nod, seemingly zoning out as your eyes glaze over. “Mmmh, Kuroo.”

“Don’t forget the thighs!” A voice from the open doorway catches your attention, and you turn your head to see Wooyoung leaning against the frame, Jongho right behind him.

You raise an apple slice towards him in acknowledgement, “but of course. He’s got some nice ass thighs.”

All three men let out low growls as the two youngest enter the room.

“You brought it up,” you shoot a pointed look at Wooyoung before popping an apple slice into your mouth.

“We don’t do well with you praising other men, Darling,” Jongho says, pulling out the stool beside you and taking a seat as Wooyoung comes to stand on the opposite side of the counter.

“I am simply answering an innocent inquiry,” you reply, biting into another slice. “Not my fault you’re all jealous of lines drawn on a page.”

“They are still lines you enjoy, though,” Seonghwa grumbles, a small pout tugging at his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, yeah,” you shrug, tilting your head in acknowledgement, “but I think you’re forgetting one thing.”

“And what would that be, Gorgeous?” Wooyoung quirks a brow at you, a slight upturn to his lips knowingly.

“I much prefer eight real, handsome men instead,” you grin, noticing how the two males on either side of you sit up a little straighter. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear they’re all slightly puffing their chests out now.

Jongho takes this opportunity to casually slide his arm across the back of your seat, much to the eldest’s annoyance. Of which, you notice.

In the silence that settles over the four of you, you’re quick to raise a piece of apple to Seonghwa’s pouting lips. Happily, he accepts, smile tugging onto his features as he munches away, much to the other’s annoyance now.

Shifting your gaze to the male beside you, you notice how Jongho now wears a pout on his lips. So, doing the exact same, you raise an apple slice to his mouth, chuckling as he greedily devours the piece you offer him.

Locking gazes with the male across from you, you see Wooyoung wearing the biggest pout of all. You chuckle, motioning him closer with your finger.

Eagerly, Wooyoung leans over the counter as you feed him a slice of your apple, his eyes shining as he swallows the piece.

“So, you guys have another council tonight?” You ask, popping another slice into your own mouth.

“Unfortunately,” Jongho sighs.

“Will I get to see the return of those wondrous outfits again?” You quirk your brow, lips tugging upwards into a smirk.

“Perhaps,” Wooyoung grins deviously, leaning forward against the counter once more as you feed him another slice of apple.

You continue to rotate who you’re feeding slices to until you run out, and at that point, Wooyoung wordlessly grabs another from the fridge. After washing it off, he hands it to you expectantly. Without another thought, you begin cutting into it.

“We have plenty more where that came from, Darling,” Jongho leans in to whisper into your ear.

A pleasant shiver caresses your spine as the knife freezes momentarily in your hands. Turning your head, you look at him through hooded eyes. “Don’t tease me like that, Darling.”

The way you can see how your words affect all of them has you smirking in response.

“I’ve always admired those types of outfits on anyone,” you admit as you continue to cut into the apple. “Makes me go feral.”

Three low growls of approval echo around the room.

“What else do you like, My Divine?” Seonghwa’s voice is but a low drawl right by your ear.

“There’s just something about a nice jacket that does things for me,” you say, emphasizing your words slightly with your hands. “Any type of jacket, but especially patterned ones. Nice patterns, not anything too extrinsic. That, and certain styles of military cut jackets just-“ you let out a wisp of air, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you hum to yourself, “wow.”

Your eyes flash open, “embroidered jackets. Fuck me-“ a pleasant shiver caresses your spine once more. “Embroidered suits.”

“Do you-“ Seonghwa clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat as he attempts to control his breathing for the time being, “do you have any examples?”

“Plenty,” you breathe. “Though, I don’t know how many you’re going to like.”

“We don’t care, we just want to know,” Wooyoung replies, chest practically heaving as he stares at you with a dark gaze.

You meet his eyes, a quirk to your one brow.

“Well, for starters, Taemin’s military style jacket during his Want era was exceptionally fine,” you say, and you notice the way his jaw twitches across from you. “Haechan’s leather jacket from the Simon Says dance practice is really nice. Then there’s also the detail work on the entire group’s jackets in both Kick It era and Favourite era.” You pause for a moment, as your eyes glaze over, picturing the designs now. “Mmmh, Favourite era.”

“Favourite?” Jongho tilts his head slightly in inquiry.

“Vampires,” you nod, a blissed out smile tugging at your features. “Though, it wasn’t by much. The song was just called Favourite, then in brackets, Vampire, which was completely pointless.”

“You really have a thing for vampires, huh?” Wooyoung grins, knowingly. However, at the way you ignore him, he pouts.

“Though I suppose those could be counted as military style jackets given their shape,” you hum, more to yourself at this point. “Still, the detail work is incredible.”

“Detail work?” Seonghwa quirks a brow.

“Black jackets with gold embroidery,” you nod, almost to yourself. “Oh, they were so nice. Not to mention the Kick It bombers with the golden dragons on the shoulders. One was purple, and the other black. They mainly wore them for the live stages, though.”

“You seem to know a lot about this group’s stage outfits,” Wooyoung mumbles, sharing a look with his two brothers.

“When they’re styled nicely, and to my liking,” you raise another apple slice to your lips, “yeah. I do.”

“Okay, then what about patterned jackets and suits?” Jongho draws your attention back to him for the moment.

“John Boyega and Michael B. Jordan wear some fine ass patterned suits,” you state. “Jooheon of Monsta X wears a really nice patterned one in their Beautiful music video, too.”

Then, you’re blinking, seemingly lost in your thoughts.

“Where’d you go, Gorgeous?” Wooyoung chuckles, but the smile he wears is tight.

“Sorry, I just remembered Janelle Monae in a pantsuit and I got distracted,” you shake your head, hoping to clear your thoughts. Only, it doesn’t work, and now you’re thinking about one very beautiful, very powerful Fullmetal Alchemist character that you absolutely adore. One Major General Olivier Armstrong. “Oh no.”

Resting an elbow on the counter in front of you, you raise a fist and press it to your lips. Your eyes close, attempting to reign in your thoughts for the moment.

“What, oh no?” Wooyoung repeats your words, slight worry shining on his, as well as his brother’s features.

“Not good,” you mumble against the skin of your closed fist, eye shining as your mind decides to now start flashing through a majority of your favourite fictional characters.

None of them are the wiser, given that your void is still up for the moment. A fact which calms you at least somewhat.

Shifting your position, you rub at your warm cheeks, grounding yourself for the time being.

“Sorry, distracted,” you shake your head. “What were we talking about again?”

“Embroidered suits you enjoy,” Seonghwa fills in for you, an eager look to his eyes now that he has some ideas of clothing styles that you like.

“Ah, right,” you clear your throat. “There’s really only one more that comes to mind, but I don’t think you’re all going to like it all that much.”

“Why wouldn’t we like it?” Jongho quirks a brow at you slightly.

You smile tensely, turning your head to look at him. “Gee, I wonder why.”

“As someone who works with clothes, I am very interested to know,” Seonghwa leans in closer to you, and you turn around to meet his gaze.

“Oh, the suit I have no problem telling you about. It’s the context and the guy wearing the suit you’re not going to like.” You say, popping another slice of apple into your mouth.

“Try us,” Wooyoung leans back against the cabinets, crossing his arms over his chest as he meets your gaze.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you hum, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve opened up your void to them, and they are privy to the image of a male walking out of a room in a golden embroidered suit. His dark hair is slicked back, save for one small piece that dangles over his forehead. He appears to look down at his shoes before lifting his gaze with a smirk. The worst part, he’s not wearing a shirt beneath his suit jacket.

Immediately, snarls are tugging at their lips.

“Jaehyun,” Jongho growls, grip tightening on the back of your chair.

“I told you that you weren’t going to like it,” you giggle, patting his knee from beneath the counter. “The whole fandom went feral for him when he popped out in that during the Kick It video.”

“Did you?” Seonghwa’s jaw is tense as you turn to look at him.

“Perhaps,” you reply after only a moment’s hesitation. “I mean, he looked great in the suit.”

Three more snarls echo around the room.

“You wanted to know,” you reply, tossing another piece of apple into your mouth. “I told you, I like nice jackets.”

“Duly noted, Darling,” Jongho shares a look with the eldest from over your shoulder.

“How much time is there until your council?” You’re quick to change the subject, looking around at all three of them briefly.

“We’ve got at least several hours before it starts,” Wooyoung answers for you.

“Great,” you smile. “I want to go out.”

“Where would you like to go, Darling?” Jongho asks before either of his two other brothers are able to, or protest for that matter.

As long as one of them is with you at all times, you should be fine.

“I don’t care, but I’d just like to get out of the house for a bit,” you say, pushing your stool back from the counter, and standing to your feet.

The three males blink at each other for a moment before a thought crosses the eldest’s mind. After all, you did mention them earlier, and they did promise to take you to see them at some point.

Before either of the two youngest have a chance to speak, Seonghwa’s voice draws your attention to him once more. “I���ll take you to meet the dragons.”

Immediately, your eyes are widening, excitement pouring off of you in waves. “You’re serious?”

Seonghwa shoots a pointed look towards the other two as you begin shaking from your emotions. “Of course, My Divine. I will take you to see them.”

Only, it seems as if Wooyoung has other plans.

“Great,” a knowing grin stretches across his features, “when are we leaving?”

Seonghwa’s eyes flash at his brother, not that you notice. You’re too busy scurrying around the counter to clean up your mess, muttering about dragons under your breath for the moment.

“We,” he stands, pulling you into his side as you come back around the counter, your whole body practically vibrating in excitement, and causing a pleased rumble to build in his chest, “will be leaving once she is ready to.”

“We’ll meet you at the front, then,” Jongho smirks, a not so innocent pull to his lips as they see you nodding along almost absentmindedly to his words.

Within the blink of an eye, the two youngest have disappeared, leaving you standing in Seonghwa’s arms. Only, in the next moment, you’re stepping out of his grip, practically chanting the word ‘dragons’ over and over again as you begin to waddle excitedly out of the kitchen.

“Dragons, dragons, dragons!” You giggle lowly. “Jacket first, then dragons, dragons, dragons.”

Following you with a loving gaze, Seonghwa cannot help but get caught up in your excitement. The way you seem to be lost in your own little world due to the emotions swirling within you for the moment has a chuckle escaping him. At least it gives him enough time to grab his own jacket, fixing his hair slightly in the process.

Two minutes later, and you’re standing in the foyer with all three of them, wiggling in your spot as anticipation claws at your chest.

“We’re glad to see you so excited, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung grins widely, going to step in beside you until the eldest beats him to it. Then, a small pout is forming on the younger’s lips, cussing out the pink haired male for ruining what would have been a tender moment shared with you.

Oh, cry me a river. Seonghwa nearly rolls his eyes. You two intruded on our day together.

Last I checked, brother, you hadn’t made any plans with her. Jongho is the one to retort, eyes narrowing at the eldest across from him.

Doesn’t mean you can just tag along. Seonghwa shoots a pointed look back, wrapping his arm around your waist in the next second.

This time when they transport you, you don’t even stumble. A fact which has a small pride swelling in your chest for the moment as you take in your surroundings.

Large trees surround you on either side, foliage covering nearly every free inch that you can see in every direction. The scent of the deep woods invades your nostrils, and you notice how damp it is. The soft sound of rain hitting leaves reaches your ears.

“Come on, it’s a little further up,” Seonghwa’s touch is gentle as he places his hand on your lower back to help guide you through the woods.

A brief silence settles over the four of you as you travel through the trees, the only sound being that of the rain surrounding you. A few drops hit you every now and then, but you don’t even flinch, too giddy for the moment to even notice.

“So, how long have you known these dragons?” You inquire after a few minutes, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Quite a few centuries, at the very least,” Jongho replies, offering you his hand as you climb over a fallen log. “Though, we’ve known Wyno the longest.”

“She’s what you would consider the leader of all dragons. The alpha, if you will.” Wooyoung explains, a small smile on his face as he sees your eyes light up.

“Oh, she sounds delightful!” You grin. “We love to see powerful women in positions of power. I bet she’s a total badass, too.”

They all chuckle fondly at your words, noting the edge of the mountain getting closer and closer.

“What kind of dragon is she?” Your voice holds nothing but curiosity as you break the tree line, the rain dripping freely onto your head now.

“You’ll see.” Seonghwa grins, a playful wink being sent your way as he walks up to the side of the mountain.

You blink. “Where…?

At the way Seonghwa points upwards, your mouth is parting in shocked understanding.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was ‘up’ ahead,” you observe, noting the little cliff face that juts out about two hundred metres up the side of the mountain, the tips of the trees just barely reaching the opening.

“This is an ancient forest, with old magic, so we can’t just teleport directly in their front door,” Wooyoung tells you, watching how you nod in understanding. “But we can transport outside of it.”

In the next second, he’s wrapped his arm around your waist, and you find yourself standing on that little cliff face, looking out at the surrounding view. 

A gasp escapes your lips, your breath being stolen right from your lungs as you take in the sight before you. There’s some mist hanging over the surrounding mountains, and lingering on the tops of some of the trees. You can see the faint outlines of water droplets from the rain trickling down and hitting the leaves. A gentle breeze drifts through.

“Wooyoung, you little shit,” Jongho hisses as soon as he’s appearing beside you.

“What? I had to act before one of you did,” Wooyoung giggles, and you find yourself shaking your head in amusement as the two youngest continue to bicker back and forth.

“So, did we just take the scenic route, or…?” You lean slightly towards Seonghwa as he steps in beside you once more.

“Yes, and no,” he chuckles. “Yes, we could have just as easily transported here at first, but that wouldn’t be very considerate of us. Walking to the base gave them time to let them know we were coming.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod in understanding. “So, which one of you almost got their head bit off for simply teleporting here unannounced?”

A deep chuckle sounds from behind you. “I like this one, she’s perceptive.”

Turning around, you are greeted by the most beautiful looking woman you have ever seen in your life. 

Her dark skin glistens beneath the faint water droplets that cling to her form, sliding down like wisps of shadows which stretch on behind her, and lead back into the cave. Around her shoulders is a silk robe of vibrant colours, the patterns contrasting against the darkness of the cave behind her as the tassel loosely holds it closed.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and she smiles, revealing two sets of razor sharp teeth. A forked tongue darts out to scent the air in the next second, her golden eyes zeroing in on you as her pupils narrow into slits.

“You reek of Yunho,” she comments. “And blood.”

You quirk a brow, straightening ever so slightly beneath her scrutinizing gaze.

“If I didn’t, I’d be concerned,” you retort, the faintest of grins pulling at your lips.

Her eyes seem to scan every inch of your bare skin, and you note how her irises seem to trace swirl like patterns over your exposed collarbones. Understanding crosses her features, as she nods once slowly.

“I see you’ve finally found her, then,” she observes, golden eyes briefly darting to the three males around you. You blink in mild confusion before her gaze is piercing your own once more. “She may only be human right now, but she’ll make a fitting Queen.”

An intense heat blooms in your cheeks as you take in her words.

“Thank you,” you bow to her. “Uh, I beg your pardon, Your Greatness- Most Beautiful, uh, Miss Alpha, I mean, I’m assuming you’re the Alpha. Though, I supposed I shouldn’t assume, that’s rude of me-“

“My Child,” she chuckles, figure suddenly in front of you as she places her hands on the side of your arms to calm you down. “Take a breath. You are okay.”

You do exactly as she says, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be shallow or too forward, I was just distracted by your beauty,” you seem to finally be able to find the words to speak, introducing yourself in the next moment. “I am honoured to meet you.”

“I could feel the excitement pouring off of you since you arrived,” she smiles, and you believe the expression actually makes her glow. “I know none of these idiots told you much about us. Do not fear.”

“To be quite fair, they didn’t tell me that you could appear in a human form, either.” You admit, shifting your gaze pointedly at the closest male, who just so happens to be Wooyoung.

He simply raises his hands in his own defence, palms upwards and facing you.

“I’m one of the few left among us whom can do so. The other have long since been hunted to death.” She explains.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” your brows droop slightly, not even being able to begin imagining what that must be like. To watch your friends die around you, and being hunted at the same time. Though, you suppose that might be something you’ll have to get used to, especially if you are to live a life with them.

“Your sympathy is much appreciated,” she replies. “You are very genuine with your emotions.”

“Oh, thank you,” again, that familiar heat rises to your cheeks.

“I know they’ve mentioned my name, but I would like to properly introduce myself. I am Wyno, the Alpha of the remaining dragons. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she bows to you, her eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment.

“The pleasure is all mine,” you mirror her bow. “Truly, I am honoured to meet you.”

Standing back to her full height, Wyno smiles at you. In the next moment, she’s darting her gaze to the three males around you once more.

“Yes, I very much indeed like this one a lot more than the last,” Wyno nods. “Come, we have much to discuss.”

Without another word, or waiting for a reply for that matter, she turns quickly on her heels. The trails of her robe billow out behind her as she walks back into the cave, the interior suddenly illuminated by dozens of torches. Iridescent eyes stare out at you from every angle.

The giddy smile that pulls onto your features as your eyes trail after her is like nothing the three males have ever seen before. That is, until you’re turning your gaze to meet theirs.

Before any of them can react, you’ve elbowed Seonghwa in the ribs, kicked Jongho in the shin, and smacked Wooyoung on the arm. All lightly, of course.

“Next time, warn me when there’s going to be a drop dead, stunningly pretty lady dragon meeting us in person,” your eyes are sharp as you look between all three of them pointedly. Taking a step towards the cave, you mutter under your breath, “my word, is she ever gorgeous.”

Each male tenderly rubs over the spot you’ve just hit them in before following close behind with loving smiles on their faces. A few chuckles escape them as they see you taking in every detail of the cave with wonder in your eyes. You’ve already passed a few of the smaller dragons, that awe filled gaze causing some heads to turn as you pass by.

You don’t get very far into the cave before you’re stopping, noticing Wyno standing beside a sleeping wyvern. Well, a wyvern who pretends to be sleeping as it peeks a scarlet eye open at you from beneath a turquoise wing.

“There are very few who are ever invited inside a dragon’s cave,” she begins. “Fewer still who leave alive.”

The three males take a closer step in beside you, surrounding you on all sides as snarls tug at their lips.

“Oh, will you three relax, she’s not threatening me,” you place a hand onto Seonghwa’s shoulder seeing as he’s the closest to you. “I’m assuming if she wanted me dead, I would be by now.”

“Again,” she grins. “Perceptive.”

You turn to meet her gaze, bowing once more. “I understand the importance of you granting me access into your home, and I am honoured to have entered.”

“Like I said,” Wyno nods approvingly. “She’ll make an excellent Queen. She’s levelheaded, and can put you all in your place if need be.”

“You have always had a way with words, Wyno,” Jongho smiles, a chuckle falling from his lips.

“When have you ever known me to be dishonest?” She replies with a hum. “Have you not seen how her aura shines when with you? Or have you not bothered to check?”

“My aura?” Your brow furrows slightly, noticing how both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s eyes flash gold, pupils narrowing into slits.

You just know they’ve shifted their eyes into those of a dragon’s for the moment.

The way their breaths hitch has you blinking in confusion once more.

“She’s right,” Wooyoung breathes, blinking once as his eyes shift back to normal.

“One reason we are hunted, My Child, is for our eyes,” Wyno explains. “Dragon’s eyes are some of the most powerful in all of the realms. We are able to read people from a glance, determining their aura’s and how they affect those around them. Another reason why I like you so much. You do not have that same dishonesty about you as the last one did. Your aura is bright. Strong. As are you.”

You smile bashfully, tapping your one foot on the ground. “Thank you, Miss Wyno.”

“My Child, you do not need to address me with a title,” she meets your gaze with a kind smile. “You have already proven yourself before you even opened your mouth.”

Your eyes shine with a deep gratitude, and she nods her understanding, even as you thank her once more.

Only, you hear the three of them growl in the next moment.

“Wyno, would you please kindly tell Boris to fuck off.” Jongho practically snarls, narrowed eyes glaring at the turquoise wyvern who’s tail swishes languidly beside Wyno’s feet.

“He may be trying to flirt, but I do not think it’s going to work out all that well for him,” Wyno laughs, patting the wyvern on top of his head, only for him to let out an exasperated puff of air in response.

“What, you guys never been hit on by a dragon before, or something?” You giggle.

“We aren’t the one he’s trying to flirt with, Beautiful,” Wooyoung’s words are a bit sharper than normal as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Wyno laughs again as realization crosses your features.

“Oh, well, I’m flattered, Boris,” you grin, noticing how the wyvern’s red eyes are on you once more, “but I’m very happy with my eight Kings for the moment.”

Three pleased growl are heard from behind you, seemingly echoing throughout the cave. That is, until you hear screeching coming from deeper within.

“Oh, you boys have really done it now,” Wyno tuts teasingly, shaking her head.

In the next moment, you feel yourself get tackled to the ground, a small weight bouncing excitedly against your chest as something slithers around your right leg, and another around your left arm.

“You’ve woken the babies,” Wyno chuckles.

Sure enough, you see a little dark blue dragon hopping up and down on your chest. Soft, high pitched whines escape its mouth as it wiggles on top of you. Looking to your left, you see a green amphiptere curling it’s tail around your arm as it gazes at you curiously. On your leg, you tilt your head just in time to see an albino wyrm resting comfortable against your thigh. All three seem to be humming in content.

“Well, hello there to you all, too,” you giggle, a large grin pulling at your features as the dark blue dragon trots around slightly on your chest, spinning in a circle eagerly before staring deeply into your eyes. “May I offer a friendly head pat to each of you?”

Wyno chuckles as all three of them let out small screeches of excitement. “They would love that.”

“Wonderful!” You smile, already reaching over to offer the dark blue one the first of your head pats. Slowly, you manage to reach across and pat the green amphiptere on the head before sitting up slightly and patting the albino wyrm on the head affectionately.

“They like you,” Wyno observes.

“Well, I like them, too,” you reply, smiling at the three little ones still clinging onto you.

“Normally, the babies don’t like anyone new,” she shoots you a knowing look.

Your eyebrows raise in realization as you look back at the three small dragons happily crawling all over your lap as you sit up. “I am so happy you three like me. Do I pass the inspection? Do I get your approval?”

All three shriek at once, and a laugh is falling from Wyno’s lips once more.

“If that wasn’t clear, it was a resounding ‘yes’,” she hums, looking on fondly at the scene before her.

In the blink of an eye, the dark blue dragon has hopped onto your head, perching there like a cat as you go to stand.

“The one on your head is Xiron,” Wyno tells you, and you can practically feel how he spreads his wings and puffs out his chest in pride as she says this. “The one crawling up your leg is Monty.” A whine is heard. “Excuse me. He prefers Mon.”

You chuckle.

Gracefully, the amphiptere circles around you once before landing on your shoulder.

“The one now perched on your shoulder is Yerra.” Wyno smiles, noticing how the small female wiggles slightly in her new spot.

“Pleasure to meet all of you,” you smile, doing your best to look at all of them. “Mon, would you like to rest around my other arm and on my shoulder?”

At the excited wiggle he gives you, you chuckle.

“Alright, you two,” you slightly nudge Yerra on your shoulder, and Xiron on your head. “Hold on tight.”

Bending down slightly, you allow Mon to slither his way up your body and wrap himself around your arm. His razor sharp teeth do not phase you at all as his mouth comes to rest right beside your head, nuzzling your cheek affectionately with his own.

“This is incredible,” Wyno states, a look of incredulous disbelief painting her features. “They hardly listen to anyone, but they seem so attentive to you.”

“I am so happy right now,” you wiggle in your spot lightly, the dragons cooing along with you.

Little do you register the fond looks the three males are giving you right now as you completely immerse yourself in playing with the three babies.

“We are happy to have you,” Wyno says, and your heart swells with warmth in your chest. “Mon is especially glad you haven’t shied away from him. Most people do. Even those who are aware. Wyrm’s are not the most popular amongst us.”

“That’s a damn shame,” your brow furrows, turning your head to stare at the side of Mon’s head. “I’ve always loved dragons since I was small, and to learn that you’re all actually real is just mind boggling for me. I think you’re all incredible. I always have.”

Just then, the whole mountain trembles, and your heart leaps into your throat.

“Oh, will you knock it off, we have guests!” Wyno turns her gaze to her left, and you notice a giant scaled head peeking into the room through a natural crack in the wall. “I must apologize for Orthon’s mountain rattling. He enjoys scaring people.”

A puff of smoke escapes the large dragon’s nostrils, and you take the time to admire his vibrant amber scales which glimmer in the firelight.

You hear the three little dragons around you hiss at the older one, who just huffs out another puff of smoke in response.

“Yeah, you tell him!” You chuckle, hearing the three of them hum in content at your words. Just then, you feel Mon shiver against your arm. “Oh, what’s the matter Mon? Are you cold.”

A small screech greets your ears.

“Unfortunately, Mon is a little behind on his growth compared to the others, so his skin is more perceptive to certain temperatures. The dampness from the rain must be affecting him.” Wyno explains, seeing you nod your head along with her words in the next second.

“Would it be weird if I offered my jacket?” You ask, looking between Mon and Wyno.

“Not at all,” she smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the sides. At the way Mon wiggles excitedly you can tell he also likes the idea.

“You’ve never offered us your jacket when we’re cold,” Wooyoung pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“When have you ever said that you’ve been cold around me?” You snort, gently helping Mon crawl off of you for the moment as Xiron and Yerra fly around your head. “Besides, I didn’t realize you guys could get cold.”

“It’s rare, but it does happen,” Jongho adds.

“Well then, next time I’ll offer you my sweater or something,” you chuckle, shaking your head while playfully rolling your eyes. “I swear, you’re bigger babies than these ones.”

At the way Yerra and Xiron fly overtop of the three male’s heads, you can just tell they’re poking fun at them. Especially at the way annoyance flashes across Seonghwa’s features.

“Alright Mon, would you like to experience what being wrapped up like a human baby feels like?” You ask, watching as the shivering wyrm nods, almost excitedly. “Excellent!”

After shrugging off your jacket, you crouch down beside him. Each step of the way, you gently tell him what you’re about to do so he doesn’t get startled when you touch him. Not even a minute later, you have the wyrm wrapped up in your jacket, holding him in your arms like a baby.

“Oh, aren’t you two just precious,” Wyno coos, walking over to you and brushing her hand delicately over the top of Mon’s head. “I’m sure his parents would like to meet you.”

“Wow, meeting the parents already?” You quirk a brow, shooting a teasing look at the three males standing off to the side with their arms crossed. “I think you guys have some competition.”

Mon absolutely screeches happily in your arms, wiggling in your grasp as Wyno lets out a boisterous laugh. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Boris huff, turning away from you pointedly.

“Oh, somebody’s jealous,” you motion to the wyvern with your head, who appears to be sulking now as he faces the wall.

“Jealous old coot,” Wyno chuckles, patting his head affectionately as she walks past. “Please, follow me. His parents should be returning any minute now.”

“This is honestly one of the best days of my life,” you say, following close behind Wyno as the other three fall into step beside you. You spare a glance towards all three of them. “Thank you.”

“We’re just glad you’re enjoying yourself, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung is the first to respond, soft smiles tugging at all of their lips.

A moment of silence passes over all of you as you reach the front of the cave. Both Yerra and Xiron land on your shoulders, nuzzling against you affectionately as you see two giant albino wyrms slither into the cave from outside.

A screech greets your ears as they stand to their full heights, both towering over you as you stop in front of them.

“Any news to report?” Wyno asks them, listening intently to the hissing each wyrm responds with. “I see. We’ll deal with that in due time. For now, why don’t you meet your son’s new best friend.”

With that, she motions over her shoulder to you, clicking her tongue just as Mon does the same, letting out a small screech in the next moment. You blink as both wyrms seemingly turn to face you, their rings of teeth shining in the faint light you can now see trickling in from the cave’s mouth.

“Hello,” you greet, somewhat shyly. “Your son is absolutely lovely, and I’m honoured to meet both him, and you.”

You can just tell that the hums they release are affectionate, pleased screeches following soon after.

Mon begins wiggling in your grasp.

“Alright, Mon, I’ll put you down so you can see your parents,” you giggle, unwrapping him carefully so you can place him back onto the ground.

You watch as he slithers over to his parents, both Yerra and Xiron flying alongside him.

A smile stretches across your features as you see Mon tenderly rub up against his parents before the three of them are making their way deeper into the cave. You can feel your heart swelling with warmth once more in your chest, eyes shining as you observe the scene before you.

A brief silence passes over all of you. That is, until Wyno is breaking it once more.

“I have some more serious matters to discuss with you now,” she begins, and immediately, all of your eyes are on her. “Perhaps it is not but fate that brought you here today.”

“Is this something you would like us to bring to the council’s attention tonight?” Seonghwa’s demeanour changes almost instantly, and you can see how he stand a little straighter.

“It would be best not to keep it silent,” Wyno nods. “The last one I met decided to pay us a visit the other day, and she wasn’t alone.”

Their eyes all flash black, snarls on their lips.

“Miyeon,” Jongho hisses out, teeth bared as he growls.

“Ah, yes, that was her name, wasn’t it?” Wyno hums. “Her aura has darkened, even more so than before. She is a danger to us all.”

“That, we already know,” Wooyoung huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The male she was with was even worse,” Wyno comments. “Aura as black as night, and intentions even darker. He carried nothing but a red bow with silver tipped arrows. A scar ran over his left eye, starting from the middle of his forehead all to way down his cheek.”

“Who was he?” Seonghwa takes a small step forward, almost protectively, towards you.

“I do not know his name, for he let the girl do all the talking,” Wyno continues. “And she had a lot of nothing to say.”

“What did she want?” Wooyoung asks, and you notice Wyno shoot him a pointed look.

“Let her finish, Woo,” you reach out to place a hand onto his arm which helps to calm him slightly.

Wyno gives you a simple nod in thanks before she’s speaking once more.

“This girl propositioned us with an alliance,” she meets each of their gazes. “An alliance to destroy all of you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. This is all because of you.

The three males stiffen around you, subtly shifting closer to your body.

“What did you do with her offer?” Jongho’s voice is low, the hint of a threat lingering beneath his words.

“Do you think me a fool that I would accept such filth walking into my house, threatening my young, against people who have aligned with me for over eight centuries?” Her voice booms, eyes lighting with a newfound fire as the cave roars with movement behind you.

You move beside Jongho, placing a gentle hand onto his shoulder and noticing how he visibly relaxes beneath your touch.

“We meant no offence, Wyno, and I apologize if these men have caused you such,” you meet her gaze, noticing how she calms slightly at your words. “Just as I am sure you are very protective over your family and loved ones, they are just as protective over me. Miyeon wants to destroy me because she’s deluded herself into thinking she owns their love. Their power.”

Wyno takes a moment to study your features, eyes lingering around your head.

The corner of her lips quirks upwards. “At least one of you can see reason before reacting on instinct.”

“You denied her then.” Seonghwa states, rather firmly.

“Without question,” Wyno turns to face him. “I do not wish to get involved in whatever it is your realm has going on unless I absolutely have to. Too many of my kin sacrificed themselves in the last war you had us fight in alongside you. I am not willing to risk that again right now.”

You feel your heart go out to her for the moment as she says this, even if you have yet to learn the context. You can tell the burden still weighs heavily on both her heart and shoulders. You can see it in the way her eyes shine with the ghost of her past.

“I have no idea how she was able to find our home, given you never brought her here. Though, given the reek of the man she was with, I have no doubt he was able to track us.” She continues. “She also didn’t take too kindly to me outright laughing in her face, and sending her off with an answer she did not want to hear.”

Your brow furrows in worry as your gaze drifts past Wyno’s head for the moment.

You blink. Looks like the rain has stopped.

“You said she wanted your alliance to help destroy us?” Seonghwa inquires, features pulling into a frown as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“She boasted about an army she supposedly has. Said she wanted to ‘create a new world.’ A world where she could finally take her rightful place over the dirt - the scum of the earth.” Wyno recalls, mirroring Seonghwa’s stance as she crosses her own arms over her chest.

Three pointed snarls echo throughout the cave, ringing in your ears.

You blink again, and that’s when you notice something odd about the forest just beyond the cave. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

“How the hell could Miyeon have an army that would willingly follow her?” Wooyoung scoffs in pure disbelief.

“Perhaps it belongs to the man she was with.” Jongho voices, hand coming up to cup his chin in thought.

“He did not seem of this realm, but I am sure of one thing,” Wyno responds. “They were bonded somehow, and it was clear he was devoted to her.”

A flash of red in the trees draws your attention, and you find yourself stepping the slightest bit forward to get a closer look.

The entire forest goes still.

Instantly, your eyes are widening as your hand darts out to catch a silver arrow pointed directly at your face, angled right at your forehead. You can hear all of their breaths hitch around you, a screech of terror coming from the opening of the cave as Yerra flies back inside, crying loudly.

The arrow held in your grip begins to burn your skin, and you toss it aside as a second one comes flying in. This time, you aren’t fast enough to catch it, feeling a dull thunk in your ear as it sinks into your left shoulder.

Without a second thought, you rip it out of your body, tossing it beside the other one as your eyes burn with a fury unlike ever before. A pain begins to seep into your veins, radiating from your shoulder throughout your body. You choose to ignore it for now in favour of turning to look back out of the cave’s mouth to see a flurry of arrows raining down towards you.

Without thinking, you wrap an arm around Wyno and pull her to the ground with you, your body half shielding her own.

The sound of the arrows hitting the ground is unlike anything that you’ve heard before, and you feel your entire body start to tremble as your adrenaline begins to pump through your veins.

You go to lift your head, needing to check if everyone is okay. Only, before you can so much as move, three earth shattering roars are shaking the entire mountain.

“Stay here,” someone hisses above you, but you hardly even register the words for the moment as your head spins.

Immediately, the three males are springing into action. Seonghwa summons a blade, while Jongho summons two of his battle axes. Wooyoung immediately shifts into a dragon, running outside of the cave alongside the other few dragons that have leapt into battle alongside them.

They can’t believe they couldn’t sense anyone approaching. The rain dulled the scents around them, minds too focussed on the information being told to them by Wyno to observe that something was going on. If you hadn’t of caught that first arrow…

No. They’re not even going to think about that right now. They have more important things on their minds. Like absolutely destroying the twenty hunters that have hidden themselves around the area.

No one hurts you and gets away with it. Absolutely no one.

Lifting your head, you’re quick to apologize to Wyno, moving off of her in the next second.

“Are you alright?” You check her over for injuries, noticing her robe is a little dishevelled for the moment.

“My Child, I am fine. It is you who should worry about yourself,” her golden eyes lock in on your bleeding shoulder, nostrils flaring as she scents your open wound. A screech from deep within the cave draws her attention, and you see pure fear flash within her eyes. “Xiron is still out there.”

Your feet are moving before you have a chance to think.

Breaking from the mouth of the cave, your eyes frantically search the cliff face for Xiron. You keep to the sides, back against the wall as you scan the rocks for a little blue body.

There. Your eyes widen as you see a silver arrow sticking out of the ground, Xiron frantically trying to get free from it despite the tip pinning his wing in place. His cries of agony have you moving without a second thought.

In a few seconds, you’ve reached him, cooing softly to the dragon despite the chaos still going on around you. You can hear more arrows whistling past, but at this point, you don’t care.

Unfortunately for you, every time you go to grab the arrow to break it and free the crying dragon from it’s piercing hold, the metal burns your hands.

“It’s okay, Xiron, I’ve got you,” you sooth the dragon as best you can by gently running your bloodied hand over his head. “I’m right here, I won’t let anything else hurt you. It’ll all be over soon.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see an arrow flying directly towards you.

Instantly, you’ve covered the small dragon with your body, holding yourself above him for protection. You cannot stop yourself from flinching as you feel the arrow embed itself into your back. Followed by another, and then another. At the fourth one that you feel pierce your skin, you finally release a pain filled cry.

Is this the end? Is this really how you’re going to die? After experiencing one of the happiest days of your life, are you really going to fall victim to such an attack?

No. You tell yourself, gritting your teeth through the pain. It’ll take a lot more than this to kill you.

A few minutes pass by with nothing but stillness surrounding you. A deadly silence rings through your ears, but you’re not sure if that’s just death calling, or if the fight has truly stopped.

At the sound of someone falling to the ground beside you, you figure the battle has ended.

A soft call of your name has you slowly lifting your head, eyes blinking as your vision clears to see Wooyoung on his knees, hand paused halfway in reaching out to you. Tears line his eyes, falling freely as soon as you look at him.

Xiron whimpers beneath you, and without a moment’s hesitation, you’re moving off of him. Your whole body trembles as you do so, and you have no idea how you haven’t thrown up from the pain so far, but you manage to keep it together for a little while longer.

“Help him,” your voice comes out slightly strained, and you can hear two other pairs of footsteps rushing over to you. A gentle hand on your back has you turning to lock gazes with Jongho. “Don’t help me, save him.”

“Worry about your damn self for once,” Seonghwa’s tone is harsh, his eyes shining with nothing but fear as he helps you to your feet.

You cannot stop the pained cry from escaping you as you back stretches over your wounds, the arrows still firmly embedded in your skin.

Tears well in your eyes but you do whatever you can to prevent them from falling.

“Get the fuck off of me, and help him first,” your tone is the harshest it’s ever been towards the eldest, and even the other two pause in their movements to spare a glance at you.

“You are more important to me right now,” Seonghwa retorts. “I don’t care-“

“And I am deeming a child’s life more important than my own,” you spit, stumbling out of his grasp and onto your own two feet. Blood soaks into every free inch of your clothes, turning the light coloured fabric a deep red. “Do not fucking touch me again until Xiron is okay.”

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Wyno rushing over to you, blood trickling down the side of her face.

Again, Seonghwa attempts to hold you steady.

“No, Xiron-“

“Is fine, Darling,” Jongho’s voice is soft as he pops up beside Seonghwa.

“Let me-“ you cough, blood dripping onto the hand you use to cover your mouth. “Let me see him.”

Wyno holds the dragon delicately in her arms, her golden eyes shining as she looks at you. You can faintly make out a single tear trailing down her cheek as Xiron sleeps soundly, appearing fully healed for the moment.

“You protected us as if we were your own,” you can hear the strain of emotion in her voice as her voice hitches in her throat. “We are forever in your debt.”

She takes a step closer, resting her forehead against your own as you attempt not to cough up more blood onto her.

“Thank you,” a sob escapes her, another tear trailing down her cheek.

“I am glad he’s okay,” your gaze darts to Xiron held in her grip.

“Noting a long nap won’t fix,” she smiles. “Now, go. Before the poison takes hold.”

You barely get out a farewell before the familiar sight of the foyer greets your eyes. The feeling of your feet leaving the ground makes your head spin as Wooyoung lifts you carefully into his arms.

In the blink of an eye, Jongho has cleared the front desk of items, swiping his arm across the top and causing them to scatter to the floor. The sound is enough to draw the other five to the foyer, panic seizing each one to them as they take in the sight before them.

“What the fuck happened?” Hongjoong demands, voice booming throughout the room as nothing but fear courses through his veins.

Tears spring to both San’s and Mingi’s eyes as they see the four arrows still sticking out of your back as Wooyoung gently lays you on your stomach on top of the desk.

“We were ambushed,” Jongho’s voice is gruff as he responds.

“Looks like Miyeon’s found herself some allies,” Seonghwa spits through grit teeth.

Immediately, Yeosang is coming up to inspect the arrows protruding from your back. It’s the only thing he knows to do to keep it together at this very moment. Still, he cannot prevent the way his hand shakes as he gently places it onto the skin of your upper arm.

“How the hell did something like this happen?” San rounds on the three of them, a fury lighting behind the worry found in his eyes.

“It’s not their fault,��� you manage to get out, coughing up more blood in the process.

“Petal, don’t strain yourself,” Yunho moves to stand in front of you, brushing his hand tenderly over your forehead as Wooyoung and Yeosang inspect your wounds. He’ll do whatever he can to help comfort you, and ease the pain for the time being.

They all need to know the type of arrows used, and what type of poison it is before both Yeosang and Wooyoung can properly start healing you, or even remove them.

“Don’t worry,” you attempt a smile, your fingers twitching at your sides as your arm slides off of the table somewhat limply. Well, there goes your attempt to shrug them off with your hand. “I’ll be fine. It’s only a scratch.”

“Are you stupid?” The eldest’s voice is harsh, and when you turn to look at him, the pure fury you see shining on his features has your breath hitching in your throat. “I fucking told you to stay put."

“When have I ever been known to listen to you?” Your attempt at a joke does not bode well with him.

“When it could mean saving your own life,” he retorts.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” You snap, brow furrowing. “To be fucking honest there was a lot going on, and if your little order slipped my mind I’m fucking sorry, okay?”

“Did you even use your mind when you ran out there to be used as target practice?” Seonghwa is furious, his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness.

“Hwa-“ Mingi attempts to step in and prevent this from going any further, but at one sharp look from the eldest, he basically gets ignored.

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Seonghwa spits, rounding on you. “You decided to run into the fucking midst of battle, knowing their target was you, to mindlessly cover a body that didn’t need your protection.”

You inhale sharply, your own eyes flashing as you angle your body towards him.

“He was a child, what did you expect me to do?” You push yourself up as much as you can, despite Yunho, Wooyoung, and Yeosang all attempting to keep you laying down. You push them off of you as you sit on the edge of the desk. “Let him die?”

“If it means you surviving!” He replies incredulously, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t need to be worrying about whether or not you’re taking damage during a fight that you had no reason entering to begin with!”

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong warns, tone firm as his eyes narrow at the eldest.

“I wasn’t about to let a child die,” your eyes blaze as you meet his, keeping your voice low for the moment as you pull yourself to your feet. “I’ve seen the effects firsthand, and if I can prevent that from happening, I will. There is no grief greater to a parent than losing their child.”

The others can only watch on in silence for the moment, shock clear on all of their faces at the way Seonghwa’s eyes blaze.

“They’ll get over it eventually,” his voice is harsh, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your sanity snaps, eyes wild with a frenzy unlike ever before, and despite the pain, your back instantly straightens.

“Say that to my fucking sister who lost her child at only two years old. Say that to the way she was so consumed by her grief, she almost lost herself, even two years later. Say that to me, who had to watch helplessly as she slowly died inside, and couldn’t bring herself to look at another child for three fucking years because of the guilt that consumed her. Do you know how many times I found her attempting to overdose on whatever drugs she could find, just to numb the pain?”

A silence so deadly settles over the room.

“So, ex-fucking-scuse me if I want to prevent that from happening to anyone else. I felt so fucking helpless watching my sister fall apart like that. So, if I can at least prevent that from happening to someone else, I will gladly do whatever I can to protect a child. To protect the people I care about.” You seethe, a fire blazing in your orbs. “I may not be able to do much, but the least I can fucking do is that. Death doesn’t only claim one soul when it comes knocking.”

Your entire left leg begins to go numb and you fall to your knees, the first of your tears spilling onto your cheeks. Tears of which you’ve been desperately holding back despite everything.

“Don’t you dare fucking say to me that they’ll get over it eventually,” you lock gazes with him, and you notice how his breath catches in his throat. “Because I know for a fact that you wouldn’t just be able to ‘get over’ losing me.”

A sharp inhale is heard around the room from all of them.

“I’m sorry if my presence feels like a burden to you,” you direct the remark right at Seonghwa, and he physically recoils, eyes going wide as he watches more tears trailing down your cheeks. “It’s no different than I’ve felt my entire fucking life, so why should I expect you to be any different?”

A humourless laugh escapes your lips.

“I never asked for any of this,” you cough once more, leaning forward onto your hand for support as you entire body begins to go numb. “At least you won’t have to worry about me for much longer.”

You fall forward, your arms giving out beneath you as your entire body collapses to the ground. Immediately, you feel them all surround you as your vision begins to blur, void slipping as your mind drifts away.

The last thing you see is a single tear falling down Seonghwa’s face as your vision goes black.

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[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER FOUR (see full series list here)

1992

You awake on a regular Wednesday morning a few days before the return to school, groaning and stretching as you sit up in your queen-sized bed. The sun is streaming in through your windows, and you can hear birds singing their first few melodies of the morning.

You hear a very croaky meow from beside you and you look over to spot Dubh awakening from her slumber, seeming very angry about it being awoken. Dubh's actual bed is resting in the corner of the room, but it has long since been forgotten and she much prefers to sneak up onto your bed covers during the night. This little habit of hers means you've had to deliver a quick cleaning spell to her every night before bed, but you enjoy her company anyways. You reach out and pet her lovingly, scratching under her fluffy chin.

"Yes, yes, good morning, Dubh," you say. You yawn, trying to muster up the will to properly get out of bed, before eventually you manage to swing your legs over the edge of your bed and step onto the soft rug beneath you.

You throw on your favourite pair of jeans and a sweater to accompany it, taking a quick minute to wash your face before heading downstairs and into the kitchen. Dubh follows you the whole time, complaining as she waits for you to get her breakfast.

This is the home you've lived in for the past 13 years. The home yourself and Sirius had bought after you got married. It's small and cosy: exactly how you had wanted. The walls are covered with photo frames and beautiful oil paintings that look straight out of a dream.

The kitchen is charming, especially as it's lit up by the August sun. You push open a window to let some air in, waving your wand to pour out some cat food for Dubh. You click the kettle on and drum your fingers on the countertop as you wait.

At that moment you hear a small hoot and a light thud outside your back door. You leave the kitchen, unlocking the door to open it and spot a small folded package on the front step. It's the newspaper, the Daily Prophet.

You toss the paper on the kitchen table, humming as you prepare breakfast for yourself. Finally, when you've finished, you take your plate in one hand and your ready cup of tea in the other, sitting down at the kitchen table. You pull open the twine wrapped around the paper, unfolding it out.

You nearly spit out your tea when you read the headline of the front page and spot a familiar face.

Sirius.

Sirius Black.

Sirius Black has escaped.

Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban.

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck.

What the fuck?

You swallow hard, looking at the article again. Your heart is thumping. Your hands are trembling. You feel like you're about to be sick.

BLACK STILL AT LARGE

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today.

'We are doing all we can to recapture Black,' said the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, 'and we beg the magical community to remain calm.'

You scoff. Fat fucking chance!

Fudge has been criticised by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.

'Well, really, I had to, don't you know,' said an irritable Fudge. 'Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it — who'd believe him if he did?'

While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand which Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

You feel like you're dreaming. How the hell did he break out?

This article makes you feel so sick. The things they're saying — the things they've always said about him — they're not true. They can't possibly be true.

Sirius would never do that.

Your Sirius would never do that.

Your Sirius who kissed you on the Astronomy Tower.

Your Sirius who proposed to you in your first tiny London flat, lit only by candlelight.

Your Sirius who waited patiently for you at the altar.

Your Sirius who spoke in detail of his undying love for you during his vows.

Your Sirius who gave you the most perfect first dance you could ever ask for.

Your Sirius who spent your wedding night reminding you how much he loved you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, making sure there wasn't a single patch of skin on your body that went unkissed.

Your Sirius who bought you flowers every week, so the ones on your dining table were always fresh.

Your Sirius.

For twelve years you've maintained the belief that Sirius is innocent. There has got to be another explanation because the Sirius you know would never sell out his friends like that. He would never support Voldemort like that. He would never murder thirteen people like that! It's bullshit.

The Sirius you know would sooner die than rat James and Lily out like that.

Sirius isn't mad, like the way they say in that article.

Or maybe he is.

You wouldn't be surprised if 12 whole years in fucking Azkaban turned him loony.

Suddenly, there's a loud knock at your front door and you startle, dropping the paper.

What if that's him?

You slowly, apprehensively get up out of your chair, carefully walking to the door. You take a deep breath, and place your hand on the handle.

You turn it agonisingly slow and open the door a crack, peering out.

It's not him.

You don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Well, you're definitely not happy anyway, as you're met with Cornelius Fudge and three other Ministry officials.

You gulp.

"Good morning, ma'am," Fudge says. "Can we come in?"

You sigh, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. Of course."

You open the door wide to let them in, wrapping your arms around your torso nervously. They walk into your kitchen, looking around and you gesture to the kitchen table with a nervous smile. "You can sit down there..."

The four of them sit. You notice how Fudge's eyes immediately land on the paper, and he looks quickly back up at you as you lean against the counter, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. Dubh's head lifts from her food bowl, eyeing the newcomers suspiciously.

"Tea, coffee?" You ask, forcing a smile.

The officials glance at each other, as if deciding whether or not it's safe to accept a drink from you.

"Um...no thanks," one squeaks, looking up at you fearfully.

You sigh.

"Ah, so you've evidently heard the news..." Fudge starts, tapping the paper with one of his large, pudgy fingers.

You nod wordlessly.

"Is it a...surprise?" he asks.

You blink at him. "Yes, Minister, of course it's a surprise. I hardly expected him to break out of bloody Azkaban."

"Yes, yes, it is a shock to all of us," Fudge replies, eyes glancing over at the wedding photo on your countertop. "Have you...heard from him? At all?"

"No."

"It's just that you are his wife, you would be the first person he'd run to."

You raise your eyebrows, folding your arms. "Oh? I would've thought you'd expect him to run to Voldemort?"

They all wince at the name.

Fudge sighs, trying to keep his composure. "Look, regardless of your personal feelings on the matter, Black is a criminal and — "

"You have no proof — "

"He is a convict!" Fudge snaps. "Regardless of whether you believe it to be wrongful or not, he is a convict! If you see him, you must contact the Ministry. The magical community is in shambles with him on the loose. People are afraid."

You scoff. "The magical community has been in shambles for centuries."

Fudge ignores your statement, standing up from his chair unsteadily. "We will have to monitor your home, in case he decides to...visit."

"Shocker."

"We — uh, we'll be going now," Fudge says semi-certainly, motioning for the others to follow. They all stand, narrowly avoiding you as they exit the kitchen. You see one woman flinch when you move. You feel a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see Fudge's red, fudgy face looking at you pitifully. "I am truly sorry, dear. Remember what I said."

You watch as the party leaves and you shut the door behind them. You groan, running your hand through your hair as you slide down the door and sink to the ground.

Dubh appears around the corner, plodding over to you. You smile weakly at her, petting her softly. You feel your eyes starting to water and you sniffle, lip trembling.

You shake your head in disbelief.

"What am I gonna do?"

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You wave your wand, levitating your heavy trunk up onto the overhead carriage of your train compartment. Most teachers don't take the Hogwarts Express — they just apparate to Hogsmeade instead — but you find that apparition tends to distress Dubh immensely and don't do it. You don't mind it really, the train ride gives you that little bit of extra time to look over lesson material.

Lucky for you, you have the compartment to yourself and freely let Dubh out of her carrier. She stretches with a long meowl, moving to settle on your lap, and you spend the ride reading a book and looking over lesson material, though your mind keeps drifting from what you're doing, choosing instead to fixate on Sirius.

You have a sickening seed of guilt and worry circling your gut ever since you heard of his escape, an overwhelming sense of dread looming over everything you do.

Heavy rain pelts the window harshly, wind battering the sides of the train, rattling it loudly.

You glance out the window pensively, wondering what he must be doing right now. Maybe he's been recaptured and you just haven't found out yet. You hope he's not out in this weather.

If sixteen-year-old Sirius had been caught out in torrential rain, he'd be busy complaining to you about how it completely ruined his hair and you'd just have to listen on and on because truthfully, you liked his hair after the rain.

The train starts to slow and you sigh, starting to pack up your things. Then, your eye catches the window and you squint out into the dark surroundings. You're not in Hogsmeade — you're not even close to it. You've been on this train enough times to know that you have a solid 20 minutes or so left in the journey.

Maybe there's something blocking the track and you'll all just have to continue on foot?

Hardly.

You stand up, gently plucking Dubh from your lap and placing her onto the seat beside you. You slide open the compartment door and stick your head out, looking up and down the hallway. You know well that Professor Flitwick is inside along with some of the Prefects so you step out, closing the door behind you and moving to their compartment.

You open the door and look in at Flitwick and three students, shiny silver badges on their chests. "Hey, Filius. What's going on?"

Flitwick shrugs, straining his neck to see up out the window. "I don't know."

You bite your lip, turning around uncertainly. "I'll ask the driver."

Suddenly, the train stops with a jolt and you stumble into the wall beside you, knocking your head against one of the flickering lanterns. You groan, bringing a hand to rub at the sharp stinging in your temple.

You try to make your way up the carriage but before you can the lights extinguish with a small puff and you're plunged into darkness. Rooting around in your pocket, you fish out your wand and mutter, "Lumos." A small bead of white light appears at the tip, illuminating a short distance in front of you.

To your horror, you look up and are met with a dark cloaked figure that towers to the ceiling. Its face is completely hidden beneath its hood. You feel your breath hitch in your throat as the room grows cold, freezing cold, making the hairs on your arms stand up.

A Dementor.

"He's not here," you choke, but it doesn't seem to matter as the dementor draws a long, slow, rattling breath. "He — he's not — "

You feel an immediate sadness overwhelm you. You feel every stitch of joy being sucked from you, your body desperately trying to cling on to whatever it can. You hear Sirius' voice, screaming raw and pleading, and it feels like the pain in your head is magnified a billion times.

Before your last stretch of consciousness can escape from you, you grip your wand tighter and, summoning all your will and happiest memories, you yell, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A bright, blue light bursts forth from your wand, taking on the form of large, scruffy dog and chasing the Dementor as it glides away from you. You stumble back, chest heaving, placing a hand on the wall for support, before remembering about the rest of the students and you turn, sprinting back down the corridor to the other carriages.

You throw open the door, moving quickly as you throw glances in each compartment window, checking that everyone was alright. Was there only one?

As you continue down the corridor, you look in one compartment and see the back of a tall figure blocking your view. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see it's not a Dementor, and slowly slide open the door to poke your head in, trying to carefully look past the figure in front of you.

"Hey guys, everyone okay? I think — Remus?" You stare in shock at the tired face of Remus Lupin, currently holding a gigantic slab of chocolate in his hands, loudly snapping it into pieces. "What are you doing here?"

Beside him is Harry, Ron, and Hermione, looking between the two of you in surprise. Harry is as pale as a ghost, his hair messy and untidy.

"Guess I took your advice," Remus shrugs, handing everyone pieces of chocolate. He hands one to you and you accept it gratefully, biting off a piece with a loud crack. "Taking up the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."

You grin. "Remus, that's brilliant!" You throw your arms around him and he chuckles, tapping your back softly.

You pull back, noticing Harry's shell-shocked face and turn to him in concern. "Harry, are you alright? You don't look too good."

"Dementor," Remus explains and you nod in understanding.

"There was one in my carriage too!" You say. "Bastards."

"Language."

"What? It's true!" You say in defense, looking back at Remus' unapproving face. You glance at the three thirteen-year-olds also present in the compartment with you. "Er — sorry, guys."

"I'm going to go talk to the driver," Remus announces, tossing a small bite of chocolate into his mouth.

You nod. "Alright, I'll go check on everyone else." Remus moves past you, but before he can go in the opposite direction to you up the train, you grab onto his arm. "Next time, tell me if you're coming. Could've saved me a very boring train ride."

Remus chuckles. "I was asleep the whole time, not sure if I'd be great company."

You just give him a knowing smile, heading down to the carriage to check on the other students.

→ all kinds of interaction appreciated ♡

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->-> read chapter five here!

p.s. it's easy to miss grammar/spelling mistakes when im editing it myself, so if you find any please let me know!! 💌

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #the marauders #marauders #angst #angst with a happy ending

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Who pulls the most guys???

Damn this one is tough ngl. Most of the sjm ladies hold the men by the balls🤔. but here we go: Gets next to none: Lidia Cervos- only bc of that ass Pollux. She rizzed Ruhn while still in a relationship tho so that has to count for something. Ansel of Briarcliff- Honestly I keep forgetting she exists so she’s in this category. Ariadne- being imprisoned in jewelry for years kind of keeps you from pulling anyone. She pulled Flynn within 5 seconds of release tho. Gets a few: Lysandra- Honestly she’s so low on this list bc she had to shapeshift in order to pull anyone. Also she chose Aedion. Sorry, but really? You could’ve chosen literally anyone else, why would you choose the basic blonde? Gets quite a few: Manon- she’d get more but the whole man-eating thing is kind of a turn-off for most guys. Not our murderous king Dorian tho. Nesryn- she was the second-place girl until she got a crown prince panting after her. Queen shit. Gets many: Yrene- she had Kashin following her around like a lost puppy, AND she pulled our resident girl-rizzer Chaol mfing Westfall. In a few months too. Morrigan- She doesn’t get as many bitches as she’d like, but unfortunately for her she pulls many guys like Cassian, Azriel, and Helion. The Elites: Celaena Sardothien/Aelin Galathiniyus- somehow the murderous thing doesn’t put people off as much as it should. It put Chaol off (a little bit) but he still fell in love, poor boy. Sam, Dorian, Chaol, Rowan. That’s a lot. Bryce Quinlan/Danaan- I put her slightly above Aelin bc she’s had so many partners, she doesn’t have the murderous thing to put people off, AND she rizzed Ithan unintentionally in like 5 seconds. Nesta Archeron: She had Cassian, Azriel, Helion, and Eris panting after her like dogs. In record time too. Despite doing her very best to put them off. Feyre Archeron: I mean she rizzed up three high lords. Enough said.😂 Top tier: Elain Archeron: Something about having the male pining after another girl for 500 years develop an unhealthy obsession with you, having the number 1 bitch magnet be pining after you, his mate, and having the literal CAULDRON be in love with you, with a bitchy older sister ready to kill and whore for you is just guy-pulling behavior. There’s just something about her. She’s mysterious, it draws you in. You want to know more. Why are they so protective of her? Points deducted for Graysen rejecting her tho. Elide Lochan: Come on, we all knew it was coming. Elide is number 1 without a doubt. Elide came out of a tower and walked the entire court of Terrasen+ the Thirteen like DOGS. She could pull almost anyone if she tried hard enough.

#lidia cervos #ansel of briarcliff #ariadne the dragon #lysandra ennar #manon blackbeak #nesryn faliq #yrene towers #morrigan #aelin galathynius #celaena sardothien #bryce quinlan #feyre archeron #elain archeron #elide lochan

[vodika-vibes]

Can I asks for a smutty piece with the prompt “you’re so fucking hot?” Your pick of which clone pls ❤️🙏

The Personal Assistant

Summary: You have a day off, sort of, and decide to spend the day with the love of your life, Commander Fox.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 1775

Warnings: Smut, but it's pretty vanilla

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Did I just come up with a brand new AU to make Fox's life easier? Yes, yes I did. Is this also horribly self indulgent, also yes. I love Fox so much, lol

When you were hired as the Personal Assistant of the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, you rather expected that the career had a time limit. On account of the fact that the Chancellor, himself, is supposed to have a term limit.

But here you are, Personal Assistant to a man who’s been leading the Republic for going on thirteen years now. 

For all that you’re pretty sure that your boss is a dictator in all but name at this point, your job does have some perks. You’re allowed to yell at Senators, you have a pretty swanky apartment in one of the richer districts of Coruscant, and you’re paid very, very well.

In return, you sort of just…look the other way when it comes to some things. 

Like the whole throwing lightning thing. Or the lightsaber thing.

You’re fairly sure your boss isn’t a Jedi, he’s kind of…angry, for that. But you’ve done your research and it’s not illegal to be a Sith. Actually, you’re fairly certain he’s allowed to be a Sith due to religious protections.

But then, you’re not a lawyer. You’re a college drop-out who somehow landed the career of a lifetime…working for the human embodiment of pure evil.

But, like, who hasn’t?

At least you’ve been able to extend some protection over the Guard. It hadn’t even been hard. Early on, when you started noticing signs of abuse towards the Guard, you just sighed and mumbled something about the Chancellor being far too busy and far too important to do things like give orders to the Guard personally, so he should just work through you.

And he agreed.

In fact, you’re pretty sure that the Chancellor doesn’t even remember the guard exists. And if you pulled a few strings and had Natborn guards working more to protect the Senators, while delegating the Guard to a more active police force, well…you work with the authority of the Chancellor, who’s going to question you? Certainly not the Senators. And definitely not the Guard.

Today, though, you’re not really working. Oh, sure, there are a few things you need to do. Some organization of the Chancellor’s office, a few maintenance requests that you need to make sure are handled.

But Palpatine, himself, is not on Coruscant. It’s election day on Naboo, the day when a new Queen is chosen, and as a Nubian citizen, Palpatine is expected to be there. He’s traveling with Senator Amidala and her Decoys, as well as a few guards from Naboo, but as you’re a Coruscanti citizen yourself, you’re not allowed to join the celebration.

Which you’re thrilled for. It means that you can make yourself home in Commander Fox’s office while he does paperwork. Or…you know, whatever it is that police officers do when they’re not doing police work.

Right now you’re lounging on a couch that you acquired for Fox years ago, you have your favorite music playing on your datapad, as you fill out work orders for the various things in the Chancellor’s office.

The fact that you’re not technically working means that you’re dressed down. Shorts and a tank top, with flip-flops that have already fallen off your feet from how you’re laying.

You hear a deep sigh, and you tilt your head back to regard the man who’s staring at you. “Can you not do that literally anywhere else?” He asks.

“I could go sit on Thorn’s desk,” You reply easily.

“Thorn’s not here,” Fox replies, “He’s out on patrol.”

“Aww.”

“Because I know you,” He continues with a pointed look, “And I know you like tormenting me by flirting with my brother.”

“I have never flirted with Thorn,” You say with a laugh, as you swing your legs off the arm of the couch, so you’re able to sit up and get to your feet.

“You don’t have to,” Fox grumbles, “He flirts with you and that’s bad enough.”

“Aww,” You cross the room and hop up to sit on his desk, and you grin when his gaze drops to your bare legs, “Are you jealous?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Fox replies as he trails the end of his pen up your leg from your knee to your inner thigh, a small smirk crosses his face when you shiver, “Do I have reason to be jealous, ner kar’ta?”

Your smile is soft and warm, “Not in the slightest.”

Fox considers you for a moment, and then drops his pen on the desk, and he smoothly pulls you onto his lap. You giggle and drape your arms around his neck, “You’re still wearing your armor, Commander. I’m going to get bruises.”

“You say that like you don’t love the bruises I give you,” Fox teases as he drags his hand up your spine to rest lightly at the back of your neck. “Or that I’m not well aware of how much you like my armor.”

You flush, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t,” He draws you into a loving kiss, and you sigh against his lips. “You’re totally innocent.”

“Exactly so,” You reply softly as you rain feather light kisses across his face. He relaxes under your gentle touch, and you smile down at him. Stars, you love him so much. “Fox, I need to tell you-”

You’re cut off when his lips catch yours, “Is it important?” Fox asks against your lips.

“Yes,” You reply, a soft whine slipping from you as he nips your lower lip.

“Can it wait?” He adds as his lips move to your neck and he leaves a red mark on the side of your neck. “Just a little bit?” Fox looks up at you, desire clear on his face, and he tugs on the hem of your shirt, “Take this off, cyare.”

The important thing you need to tell him flies out of your mind, and you shift slightly, “The door’s unlocked, anyone could walk in-”

“Then you’d better be quiet.” Fox replies with a sly smile.

You meet his gaze evenly, and then, slowly, you peel your tank top off and set it on the desk behind you.

Fox’s gaze drifts from your face to your breasts, and he releases a sigh of pleasure. “No bra today, ner kar’ta?”

“They’re stifling.” You reply, a moan slipping from you as his hands slide up your body to lightly slide his thumbs over your nipples. 

“So you’ve mentioned,” Fox says quietly as he leans in and takes one nipple into his mouth, “Stars, cyare, you’re so fucking hot…”

A long sigh of pleasure falls from you as he lavishes your breasts with his lips and tongue, and you bring your hands up to fist in his hair, “You have such a talented mouth,” You moan out. 

You feel him laugh against you. And then a startled squeak falls from you as he bites down to leave a mark on you. You feel Fox’s hands at your waist and you squirm, “Lift your hips, cyare.” He mumbles, “Need to get these out of the way.”

Somehow, you’re not exactly sure how, he manages to get your shorts and panties off without needing you to get off his lap. You don’t think about it too hard, after all, his lips are still leaving marks on your chest and breasts, and his talented fingers are sliding between your folds, searching for the nub that brings you so much pleasure. 

You fumble with the seals for his codpiece, and you drop the armor to the floor as you impatiently free his already hard cock from the confines of his blacks. 

“Impatient,” Fox chides, pulling away from you for long enough to speak when you start slowly stroking his length with your soft hands. 

“Can’t help it,” You reply with a small pout, “You went and got me all worked up.”

Fox flashes a crooked grin, “That was the point, mesh’la.”

You aren’t able to hold your pout for much longer as he eases you down on his length. While both of you much prefer spending as much time with foreplay as you can, you’re both well aware that there’s a time constraint.

Which is why you’re not too surprised when Fox presses a thumb against your clit as you ride him. At this point in time, he’s an expert at manipulating your body, and at pulling an orgasm from you in a startlingly quick time.

But the same holds true for you.

You bury your face in his neck as you feel yourself hurtling closer and closer to the edge. A quick press of his thumb, and a litany of praises, and your clenching tight around him, muffling your pleasure filled moans with his neck.

His thrusts become hard and quick, using your body to chase his own pleasure while you recover from your orgasm in his tight grip, and he bites down on your shoulder as he spills his release deep inside you.

Fox keeps his face pressed against your shoulder while you press light kisses against his neck and up his jaw. “I love you,” You whisper just under his ear.

He pulls back and kisses you deeply and passionately, “I love you too.” Fox pulls your forehead against his, and you both just exist together for a few minutes. And then he pulls away, “You said you needed to tell me something?” He asks.

You trail your fingers against his jaw, “It can wait.”

“You said it’s important.” He reminds you.

“It is. So important. But it can wait. Just a little longer.” You whisper, and then your forehead drops to his shoulder, “No. I lied, it can’t.”

He chuckles, “Tell me?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Tell me anyway.”

You release a shuddering sigh, “Palpatine commissioned the Clones through Dooku.” You whisper, “This isn’t a war, it’s a trap for the Jedi.”

Fox pushes you back enough to be able to stare at you. His gaze searches your features, and then he sighs, “...you’re right. I don’t like that.” And then he pats your hip, “Alright, pretty girl, time for you to get dressed. We got shit to do to save the Republic…” He sighs deeply, “From itself, apparently.”

You smile at him sympathetically, “When this whole thing is over, we’re going on vacation.” You promise as you slide off of him, and pull your shirt back on, “And we’re not getting out of bed for anything other than food and showers for a week.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Fox finishes adjusting himself and he pulls you into a kiss. “Love you, cyare.”

“Love you too.” You reply against his lips.

#star wars #tcw #commander fox x reader #fox x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[ghoastixx]

Jareth x GN reader

Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.

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A beautiful day in the Labyrinth! The sun was warm against my skin, I was working in the garden, it was great! I had my hair tied back with a bandana as to not get in my way and wore more informal clothes. I hummed as I worked, the labryinth gardens were always stunning.

“Excuse me? Could you help me?” I turned around to see a teenage girl in a white shirt. She had long black hair clipped away from her eyes and big hazel eyes.

I had never seen her before.

“Oh? Hello.. I’ve never seen you around here before,” I held my hand out, “I’m y/n.” I spoke with a certain warmth that had grown with me from living in the labryinth. She took my hand and shook it.

“Sarah, Sarah Williams.”

“SARAH??? SARAH???!!!!” Hoggle came hobbling through the bushes. I looked at him, sort of curious.

“Hoggle?”

“Oh! Y/n!?” He bowed his head in respect,

“Nonsense, I told you to stop with that.. you know Ms.Williams?” He crossed his arms,

“We have a deal.” I nodded a bit confused, she looked at me again.

“Do you know how to get to the castle beyond the goblin city?”

I nodded, “yes, I do. Is there something you need from the king?” She nodded frantically.

“Yes, yes. He gave me thirteen hours to solve the labryinth, he has my baby brother!” The realization hit me like a truck.

“Oh, so you’re running the labryinth… Hoggle is helping you..?” He looked at me, nervous. “You know the king will have your ass for that.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’! Like I said, we have a deal.” I look back at Sarah, and around the labryinth, making sure Jareth isn’t in sight, but knowing that he’s watching. I decide to humor him a bit.

“Look Sarah, I can take you as far as I can go, but I can’t promise anything. It won’t be far… but I know my way around.” Hoggle instantly seemed suspicious, but then again he had every right to be. The girl was filled with hope as I put the watering bucket down.

“Come along.” I started heading through the hedges, through ways she would have never found. I knew Jareth was messing with the Labryinth. Some passages were moved off. It was only a few minutes when I knew he was near.

“This is as far as I can take you.”

“You’re just going to leave us here!”

“Hey- I said I’d take you as far as I could go. Unlike some of you, I don’t want my head on the kings wall.”

“You’re just scared.” She spit out.

“Scared or smart? You choose.” I suddenly felt a looming presence.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” An older goblin, hunched over.

“Nothin’” Hoggle knew what was going on.

“Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tralalal?!” I took a few steps back myself, smirking to myself as Jareth revealed that it was him in all his glory. He always liked big entrances.

Hoggle gasped, “your majesty!” He bowed. Jareth spotted me, he had a playful glint.

“Are you two helping the runner?”

“No your majesty.”

“No sir,” Jareth’s eyes held a playful look, enjoying himself immensely.

“I’ll banish you both to the bog of eternal stench. You two better watch yourself.” Hoggle fell to his knees, begging. I didn’t bother as much to nod. He wouldn’t do anything to me, and I knew it. I rolled my eyes a bit as I watched him work, intimidating Sarah and eventually cheating her out. Suddenly the cleaners started to come, he disappeared and I climbed up the ladder, watching Sarah and Hoggle run. I shrugged and figured I’d never see them again as I climbed out the passage. I started my way back through the hedges as I felt two arms snake around my waist.

“You didn’t seem very frightened by my threat, my love.”

Jareth, of course. My husband.

“You wouldn’t, you love me too much.”

“Perhaps.. what were you doing with the runner.”

“I knew you’d catch up with us, so I wanted to have some fun with it. That’s all. Don’t worry, I didn’t even lead her towards the castle.” I could feel him chuckle.

“Good, pet. Why don’t you come back to the castle with me, hm?”

I smiled to myself and let him take my hand.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing I need to be doing.”

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It had been a few hours since my interaction with Sarah Williams. I had sat in the throne room with Jareth as he obsessed over his runner. The goblins kept taunting the poor baby. Suddenly, a goblin ran in and informed Jareth that she was inside the city. He sent his goblins out and left to god knows where. I sat on his throne, lounging in the sun. It was a very nice day for the mood that Jareth was in. Suddenly a voice disrupted me.

“Y/n…?” I looked across the room to see Sarah.

“Damn- you really made it? With half an hour to spare..”

“What are you doing..? Why are you on his throne.. we thought that he took you prisoner.. I can help you.. I can get you home.” I smiled at her generosity.

“Home? Sweetheart, what do you mean?”

“I see you’ve met my queen, Sarah.” Jareth was standing there, eyeing her like prey as she talked to me. Obviously displeased with her wanting to take me away.

“Queen? You’re working with him Y/n? I thought you were a human?”

“Oh? I am.. Jareth is my husband.” I held up my hand, showing off the ring on my finger. Sarah went to look over at Jareth but he was gone.

“I’ve got to go find Toby!” She looked back at me on the throne, a look of pity on her face, as she ran through the stairway. I didn’t follow, I knew the routine, I had done it myself. I knew how this would work, down to the very words she’d say. It didn’t take long for Jareth to return to me, head hung low, a scowl on his face.

I frowned as he walked over, I stood up and let him sit on his throne, placing myself on his lap. I kissed his cheek.

“Bratty girl..” he mumbled.

“Did she insult you?”

He glared, obviously she did. I twirled one of his strands of hair,

“Poor thing.. it’s okay,”

“She insulted you.”

Oh.. oh?

“Me?”

“Yeah. She said you were brainwashed into staying with me… is that true..?”

“Absolutely not.” I spit out, “I love you Jareth. If I didn’t, I would have left a long time ago.”

“Yes.. you’re right. You are the queen after all.” I smiled and kissed him gently, the sun setting.

“It was funny seeing her shocked face.. you should do that more often.” He spoke, surprisingly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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-Ghoastix

#fanfic #fanfiction #the labyrinth fanfic #the labryinth #jareth x reader #jareth the goblin king #labryinth

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Promises Three: Subtle Dreaming

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Master List

Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

Chapter track: Rainbow - The Temple of the King - Algal the Bard

It has been... a rough couple weeks. But I'm back! Hope you enjoy! Your comments and questions mean the world! Special thanks to all you lovely rebloggers! I'm still trying to figure out how to respond without essentially reposting half a dozen times, but I see you, you make my week!

Subtle Dreaming

A knock on the door disturbed her work. It was an hour past midnight, when all but the youngest servants and ardent lovers had retired to their beds with heads full of dreams, a time a wandering mice and cat’s work.

But she wasn’t surprised, even less when she opened the door of her windowless chamber to find a young lady in her nightdress, wrapped in a shawl with wary hope in her eyes and a candle in her hand. Alis Everard. The youngest of a large family, and the only child still unmarried – and a child she was, barely thirteen, and of all the reasons the bard hated the king of Meiren, summoning such young suitors for his Endless guest might be the greatest. Her face hadn’t quite lost childhood’s rounded cheeks, and the seams on her nightgown had recently been let out after a growth spurt.

“I see your father is impatient,” the bard said. Wrapped in her own shawl over her own nightgown, she felt more than ever the noble’s equal. After such a long life, she understood better than most how little rank protected one from life and how much a peasant’s child was like a queen’s. She was the girl’s elder by far, but she’d been young once, and what youth didn’t go sneaking down corridors in the dark during their first trip to court?

“He bid me seek your counsel. May I come in?”

Stepping back, she ushered the girl into her sparse little room. “Of course.”

Once the girl was through, she moved to close the door, but a slippered foot darted through the gap to block it. “Not so quicky!”

The foot neatly kicked the door back open as the bard released it, and a young woman – who was, at least, properly a woman – swept by in a dressing gown of satin and a riot of chestnut curls. “I enjoy midnight jaunts, but not being spied on one.”

The bard did her very best not to smile, but failed entirely. She knew this late guest as well. Eilwyn Alder. The third generation in her family the bard had befriended, and she sat next to little Alis on the bed with the casual grace of someone entitled to it.

“My grandmother sent me for your thoughts, though I’m sure she’ll collect them for herself tomorrow. But I am a dutiful granddaughter, so here I am.” She blinked doe eyes as the door finally fell shut, poised and perfect coquettish grace. “So, what news? Or will I lose my beauty sleep for nothing?”

Pulling out a stool from beneath her tiny desk, the bard said, “I haven’t spent an hour in his presence, and I’ve had a long ride, so forgive me if I haven’t yet taken the full measure of the king’s guest and his schemes.”

Alis wriggled on the bed, twisting her hands up in her shawl. Her eyes bounced between shadows, looking for threats like the Dream Lord’s nightmares might crawl out of the walls to exact vengeance for some imagined slight. Not that they couldn’t, but the bard assumed Lord Morpheus had better things to do with his time than torment one overwrought teenager who didn’t want to marry him.

“What if he eats his bride on the wedding night? Like the Lindworm?”

Eilwyn scoffed, and the bard donned a gentle smile, even if she couldn’t keep the laugher from her voice.

“He’s Endless, not a dragon.”

“What does that mean?”

“Means you’d be better off with a dragon.”

The child curled into the corner of the bed, sinking into the blankets with her shawl swallowing the lower half of her face. Looking for comfort where her companions’ mirth had failed. The bard reached over to pat her knee, taking the opportunity to change the subject. “Honestly dragons aren’t so bad. One of my patrons is a dragon, you know. I was attending my yearly visit to his lair when your great, worried, noble parents called for me.”

A whisper of a promised story lured Alis’s eyes away from visions of doom. She glanced at Eilwyn, like she’d confirm the tale. The older girl gladly took up the role of expert.

“Everyone knows that,” she sniffed.

“Is it…” Alis mulled over the idea, confusing herself with her own bevy of questions. “Is it a… nice dragon?”

“These days he is. But he wasn’t always.”

The hook snared Alis’s attention, and her posture softened, though she didn’t leave the corner of the little bed. In fact, she made herself more comfortable, settling like a kitten, and a stab of rage that anyone thought this little girl ought to be considered as a wife seared through the gathering strands of the bard’s story.

She took a blanket and settled it over the child as she began to speak, shielding her from a king’s machinations, a world too big for little hands, and prying eyes.

.O.O.O.

Dream of the Endless retired to the chambers the King set aside for his use, though he had little use for them at all. He would not sleep. He had no intention of entertaining in the parlor, or writing missives at the richly appointed desk. There was no book on the shelves he did not already possess, and he left the food prepared for him to grow cold and stale on the table.

He did sip the wine, and in the darkest hours he found his amusement in wandered the sleeping minds of the castle. Boredom drove him. Cruelty, even. Vengeance called for the king to atone for his wounded pride, and the decade since the human’s error only gave Dream time to image new and wondrous torments. He wanted to watch the king’s schemes crumble in the dread nightmares prowling the would-be suitors’ dreams. He enjoyed the seeds of hate planted in parents’ hearts, the doubt in subjects who’d been nothing but loyal until this gathering.

The king’s story would be a horror, a kind of tragedy that left wounds in his lands and subjects the turn of generations would not heal. These seven days would be the fuse, a prologue to terror and loss. A lesson none would soon forget, lest they bring such punishment on their own loves.

He drifted, savoring the fears he would shape to his own ends. Until words snared his attention. A half-heard tale of a dragon spinning through recent memories of a soft touch and a smile in the face of inescapable dread.

He found a young mind loosely tethered to the Dreaming, caught in the tides running between the conscious and subconscious, where words and images of the Waking cast strange reflections in the fading thoughts before sleep. She led him to a plain, simple room deep in the castle. A place for high-ranking members of staff, perhaps. Utilitarian and uninspiring. Not a place this noble child belonged. But she was not alone, and as she dozed, Dream borrowed her senses.

Voices. One he recognized. The bard the king so detested. He knew her as he knew all dreamers, and he sensed his sister’s touch upon her.

She spoke of him.

“He’s the Prince of Stories. A bride market is beneath him. This is how political unions for picky lords looking for pretty faces are arranged, not how one of the most powerful creatures to ever live seeks a partner,” the bard said.

She was not wrong, of course. The story weaver spied the loose strings in the tale, the ragged ends that did not match, though she had yet to understand the pattern he wove.

“Whatever he wants, it isn’t love or a warm body in his bed. There’s something else. I just have to figure out if that something is a danger to any of you.”

So, loyalty did grow in the king’s court. Just not to the monarch. Dream felt the peace the bard’s presence brought the dreamer half-snared in her sleep. A quiet, sure thing. The confidence children had in oak trees their parents and grandparents climbed when they were young.

The other voice in the room did not speak as a child. This one was old enough for caution, and it worried for the old oak as well as those who sheltered beneath.

“To us, I should think.”

Did the bard not fear him? Had she stood outside as the storyteller for so long she’d forgotten she could be part of them as well?

“Whatever happens, dear, I’ll survive it.” Her only worry was for those she perceived as in her care. The children of children she’d watched grow. A touch carried through the dreamer’s skin and into their subconscious, a kind voice leading her back to the Waking. “It isn’t time to sleep yet. You must return to your room…”

The fragile link collapsed, and the bridge between the servants’ quarters and the noble guest room dissolved.

Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, sat in his darkened chambers in the court of a damned king, and thought as he sipped from his wine that he would enjoy seeing the bard at work. He must amuse himself for seven days, after all, until the time of the agreement ran out, and she was a surprising creature.

The most surprising he’d seen in some time.

#morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dark!morpheus #morpheus x original character #sandman x reader #fic: promises

[kory-dany]

In defense of Charlotte as a mother

Quick disclaimer this post is not trying to undermine charlottegeorge's (we seriously need to come up with a better ship name) children's feelings towards their mother. Although we know very little about them, it's obvious their relationship with Charlotte isn't perfect, but if I'm being honest, I'm tired of this narrative that she was an awful mother. I 100% agree that she wasn't the best mother (tbh, none of the Bridgerton mothers are. That's what makes the show interesting), but people keep suggesting that she's Augusta-level bad, and that's just not true.

Firstly, everyone keeps forgetting that Lottie lost her parents when she was young, which suggests she didn't have a motherly presence for at least half her life. Secondly, she was eighteen when she had her first child. Eighteen and her strongest examples of motherhood were probably Agatha and Augusta (both, again, arguably not the most amazing mothers). Thirdly, she had fifteen kids. FIFTEEN!! Thirteen (twelve???) surviving, I'm not saying she didn't love them equally, but that's a lot of kids to get to know.

My main argument, however, is that Charlotte probably was not the best mother, and she probably did focus more on being queen and protecting George — which I would argue was also protecting her children. However, she is not Augutsa 2.0 (who, even though not the best mother did try).

Charlotte had twelve (thirteen, idk any more consistency is not this shows strength) surviving children, and it seemed that, for the most part, she let them do whatever they wanted. Unlike Augusta, who tried to control every aspect of George's life, she let her sons whore about (her words, not mine), and she clearly didn't meddle too much in her daughter's love lives. It's only until the very last minute that she inserts herself into their affairs.

At first, it was just her telling them to marry suitable people and produce an heir. She still allowed them to marry who they liked, just as long as they were from a specific pool. And if I'm being honest, that pool wasn't that small; they literally had all of Europe. One of them could have found someone if they had tried. But alas, they didn't which forced Charlotte's hand, leading to arranged marriages.

I think none of them really took her command of marriage seriously because none of them, outside of George probably, knows what responsibility is. Yes, we know that her daughters stayed because they couldn't bare to see their mother remain stuck in time. However, Charlotte did what Augusta couldn't. She didn't let the weight and responsibility of the crown break her children. To her, she was a good mother because she gave them freedom — freedom George never had — she let them have affairs and stay unmarried because she refused to put pressure on them the way Augusta and everyone else did on George.

Her children didn't crack under the crown's weight because she did. Charlotte had two choices: be the best queen or be the best mother. I think she chose the option that made the most sense to her. By being the best queen (George's queen), George had someone on his side, the kingdom had stability, AND her children got to live their lives.

Charlotte had so much responsibility from such a young age; is it really shocking that she couldn't juggle it all? Furthermore, people keep acting like she didn't love her kids, but she clearly did. She was very much pained when Elizabeth confessed her miscarriages, she was gentle with William when he admitted he was scared, and she was ecstatic when Edward announced Victoria's pregnancy. She didn't even care that they thought it would be a girl.

Overall, Charlotte is not a perfect mother, but none of the Bridgerton mothers are (not even Violet). All the mothers in this world are just women who tried their best. And as much as their best may not have been enough, it's all they had. Bridgerton does this brilliant thing, highlighting the toxic cycle that occurs when child-baring is a societal expectation, even in relationships made from love and children produced by autonomy. Charlotte's story is just another example.

#queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #queen charlotte #charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz #yes i know how she reacted to her granddaughters death was no pretty but thats an entirely different post #this is a whole bunch of rambling #but I had to say it because it felt like people were being extremely critical #like yes she’s not the best mum but like also nuance?!?! #charlottes a complicated character and i don’t think it’s appreciated enough #anyway i will always appreciate the complicated mother representation that the bridgerton world keeps feeding us

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

I saw your post about book!Aegon and I kinda find it funny how the show didn't actually write aegon ii based on how he is in the book, but they instead took many charactaztions from Aerys the mad and Aegon the unworthy and mix it in one character in the show and called it a day. I am not even a fan of the greens in general but show!Aegon ii is colser to Aegon iv and Aerys ii than to book!Aegon ii

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this anon!

There's a lot I could say about show!Aegon II and I struggle with this one because there's certainly some disconnect between the character as described by the writers and Tom Glynn-Carney, and how the majority of the viewers perceived him. I don't think the writers are intentionally borrowing from Aegon IV and Aerys II, but I do think that if they didn't intend for him to be a sadist or an irredeemable sack of shit, which is what they claim, the writers have been kind of careless as to how they go about that.

What's interesting is that I remember watching when the show first aired, and the reactions to young Aegon were quite positive going into episode eight. Young show!Aegon is quite entertaining (window wanking aside), friendly enough with the Strong boys (fans had not latched onto the whole "Aemond was a victim of lifelong bullying" narrative quite yet at that point), expresses quite clearly that he doesn't want to challenge Rhaenyra, is manhandled, yelled at, kicked, and slapped around by adults in almost every scene he appears in, is developing an alcohol problem at the ripe old age of thirteen, is betrothed much too young to his sister when he clearly doesn't want to marry her, and finally sees his brother lose his eye and gets thrown under the bus for it. Like, on a base level the show had built a lot of audience sympathy and goodwill towards him, and then they burned that goodwill in an instant with the Dyana scene, and then burned it further with the child fighting pit scenes (and boy they really missed the mark there because a good portion of the audience seemed to think Aegon runs the child fighting pits, or that he "forces" his bastards to fight there), which is such a bizarre choice. The time jump doesn't help. It's our first introduction to Tom Glynn-Carney's Aegon and his portrayal is just oozing with pathos (and really, hats off to him for that, he is the sole reason grown up show!Aegon is even mildly sympathetic) but there's so little screentime with him that it's hard to connect that kid asking his mother "do you love me" and crying at his own coronation (who is very much the kid who said he wouldn't challenge Rhaenyra and who said, "just look at them, everyone knows") with the same guy who supposedly watches child fights and rapes the maids.

That said, when you recall that the showrunners have reiterated the idea that the real conflict in the show is between Alicent and Rhaenyra and they want the show to center around them, it makes more sense in that those moments in episode eight are not really about Aegon at all, they're about Alicent. Alicent pays off Dyana, Alicent is angry with Aegon and says "you're no son of mine," and that leads directly to Alicent's attempted reconciliation with Rhaenyra-- she's fed up with this man child of hers and maybe the realm should just have a queen! Aegon is just a tool to get Alicent's character to a certain point that she never got to in the first place in the source material, a position Alicent almost immediately reverses because the source plot demands it. And this I think is one of the problems with HotD's inconsistent characterization overall, is that they're trying to fit characters into a narrative space that they weren't originally written to occupy.

And I understand that they were never going to make Aegon a protagonist, and that the showrunners are likely not likely gutsy enough to do a Succession style narrative where there is no protagonist but where Aegon and Rhaenyra are both equally flawed people, doomed from the start, but sympathetic enough that we can't help but hope against hope that they might escape that doom somehow. However, the Dance is a lot more tragic and compelling on a base level if Aegon is not a total villain but this very troubled guy who never really wanted the throne, feels backed into a corner because he doesn't want his family to die, takes the throne, and with each loss becomes increasingly convinced that he has to win. And they could still do this, but right now the vast majority of this audience just sees him as the rapist asshole brother (who is not even the good brother, that is Aemond who has studied the blade) stealing poor Rhaenyra's birthright for no reason except that he was manipulated by his lying evil mother and her lying evil father, and they see it as very very wrong and unfair since she is obviously a better person and would make a better ruler, just like Dany. To me, the latter is just not a compelling narrative, and I cannot imagine that the writers believe it's a compelling narrative either, so hopefully they get their characterization under control for season 2.

#asks #hotd critical #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney