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maidragoste · 8 months

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The Parent Trap: Chapter One

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After the disastrous divorce between Aemond Targaryen and Y/n Velaryon the twins Baelon and Aemon were separated. Each was raised by one of their parents. Baelon was raised by his father while Aemon was raised by his mother. Years later they both meet at a summer camp and discover the existence of the other. The twins realize that there are many secrets in their family, eager to discover their past, they put together a plan to deceive their parents.

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Daeron tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing sideways at his nephew. Since he started the trip, Baelon had not said a word, revealing his bad mood. Daeron knew he wasn't the reason for the boy's anger but he still couldn't help but feel bad for him. Aemond was supposed to be the one to take Baelon to summer camp but at the last moment a work meeting came up that he had to attend, although Daeron doubted it because it's not like it was a secret that Aemond is addicted to work, so now he is in charge of being his nephew's driver.

“I'm sure your father is as angry as you are that he can't come with you,” he said in an attempt to start a conversation. "He told me that he will do everything possible to come look for you when the camp is over," he added, hoping that would calm the boy's annoyance a bit.

“He is a liar. He won't do it ”said the boy without taking his eyes off the window” He had already promised to take me. ”

Baelon was upset. Just days before he was excited because his dad had said that they would have a road trip like in the movies and that he would take him to an amusement park where he was on the way to camp before dropping him off. It was supposed to be their last outing together because they wouldn't see each other for weeks. Sometimes Baelon couldn't help but think that his dad didn't really mind spending time with him, that he only did it because it was his obligation. Every time he thought that he ended up thinking about his mom. He knew she was alive—not because of his dad, he never talked about her—thanks to his uncle Aegon. It's a secret but when he came to visit for his birthday he always brought gifts from his mother. The first time his uncle cut him off from the rest of the party and gave him a gift from his mom was on his fifth birthday. He had been so excited that he wanted to run and tell everyone, but before he could, his uncle stopped him and told him that he couldn't tell anyone, not his friends, not his family, not even his dad. that it had to be a secret between them or her mom would never be able to send her a present again. Baelon had never seen his uncle so serious so he complied. He kept the secret and he looked forward to each new birthday waiting to see what his mom got him. Lately, he had been wondering what it would be like to live with her. Sometimes he dreamed that the next time his uncle came he would bring his mother with him. Other times he imagined that his uncle would show up as a surprise while his dad was away and tell him to pack everything for him to take with her. But deep down he knew it wouldn't happen. His uncle never told him what his mom's job was but Baelon supposed her job was busier than his dad's and that's why he stayed with him instead of her.

“It was a last-minute thing,” Daeron said.

"It's always something," Baelon grumbled, crossing his arms and this time Daeron couldn't come up with any excuse to defend his brother. In his opinion, Aemond wasn't the best father but he wasn't the worst either… At least he was better than his father. Viserys barely remembered the existence of him and his brothers. He was sure the man couldn't remember any of his birthdays or say anything he liked to his children. Aemond knew his son's hobbies and despite not spending much time at home whenever he was there he gave Baelon his full attention. But that wasn't enough to reward the canceled plans or his lack of presence at some school events.

"Open the glove box" he requested and Baelon glared at him before reluctantly opening it. Baelon's frown was left behind and a smile appeared in his place when he saw that his favorite snacks and sweets were there. “Your father couldn't take you but he had already bought things for the trip. He also gave me the address of the park where he wanted to take you so we can still go there ”Daeron took advantage of a red light to ruffle the boy's hair

"Your dad loves you, kid, don't forget that"

Normally you wouldn't let Aemon ride up front with you, in the passenger seat, but this was an exception because you wouldn't be seeing your baby for weeks so you wanted to get him as close as possible before you had to say goodbye. You'd think you'd be used to this after all this was Aemon's third year going to summer camp but even so, you always had a hard time saying goodbye. You would miss him immensely. But he liked to go and you were not going to deprive him of experiences just because it was difficult for you to have him away.

"Promise you won't continue reading Harry Potter without me," Aemon asked and you looked through the mirror to find that Aegon, who was sitting in the back next to Joffrey, just like you was smiling. You two were happy that your son was growing up and wanting to have his own things but it was sweet to the heart to know that he still wanted to spend time with the two of you and the three share moments like family readings every night.

"Don't worry, we won't read a single chapter without you," Aegon said as he picked up the stuffed dragon Joffrey dropped again. The baby seemed amused to see his dad bend down to retrieve his toy "But we'll probably watch the movies."

Aegon had never really been in the habit of reading. He hated every time at school they forced him to read a book. He preferred a thousand times to see a movie before reading the book. That took less time. But he became interested in reading after the first time Aemon asked him to join you in reading to him before going to sleep. Books were something his godson liked—which Aegon wasn't surprised knowing you and Aemond were total nerds—and he really wanted to bond with him so he started reading the books Aemon liked only to have more topics to talk about with him. Aemon's excitement when he understood what he was talking about made him more than satisfied. It didn't take long for him to stop seeing reading as homework and he began to really enjoy it thanks to Aemon and you.

"You can only see the first two" Aemon reminded him turning to face him seriously. The three have the tradition of first reading the book and once finished it would watching their movie. You hadn't finished reading The Prisoner of Azkaban yet so you were forbidden to watch the movies that follow Chamber of Secrets.

"Aemon, those movies have existed since before you were born and we saw them all when we were teenagers," Aegon said and he and baby Joffrey laughed at the boy's annoyed grimace.

"Don't worry, Aemon. I'm sure he doesn't remember anything. He barely paid attention when I made him watch the movies with me. He's just trying to annoy you" you said.

"In my defense, I was distracted by your beauty," Aegon said making you laugh.

Perhaps another child would be disgusted or uncomfortable that his parents were flirting in front of him but Aemon just looked at them curiously. He knew that they had known each other since they were very young, but he had no idea that Aegon seemed to have feelings for you since he was a teenager. He sometimes saw you and Aegon so in love and happy that he couldn't help but wonder how you ended up with his biological father before. It's not like you never talked about his father. He didn't know his name, you never called him by his name when you talked about him, but he knew some things like his father also liked to read a lot like him, that like him he practiced fencing when he was young, that he also had the light sleep. Baelon knew trivial things about his father but he didn't know anything about how your relationship with him was. Perhaps you had broken up with his father to be with his godfather? But that didn't make much sense to him because if it did he would have met Aegon sooner. He met his godfather when he was four years old, although he knew that Aegon had been a part of his life when he was a baby from the pictures in the family album that you showed him but something had happened in the middle so that you and Aegon stopped seeing each other.

"So what do you and Rickon plan to do this year?" you asked, snapping Aemon out of his thoughts. Wasting no time Aemon started talking excitedly about how this time he and his best friend would go hiking in the mountains.

Daeron parked in front of the camp cabins. There were already a lot of boys and girls. You could feel the excitement of everyone from the big smiles, the laughs, and the shouts. He hoped that Baelon's experience would be good and that he would be able to make friends. That something good would come of having him away from home. It would be weird these weeks without his nephew at home, surely it would be quieter. Vhagar would surely be depressed by Baelon's absence. He would miss it too. He had gotten into the habit of going to the park every afternoon to take the dogs out together and play ball—sometimes Adam and Nettes would come over too—then they would come home and watch silly reality shows while criticizing the contestants.

"Don't get in trouble, Baelon" he reminded his nephew and ruffled his hair again to the boy's annoyance "I love you"

"Dude, don't be weird. I had enough of grandma crying as if I were going to live on the other continent. I'll be fine” Baelon said before opening the door not wanting to see his uncle's face. He sighed and turned around again. "I love you too and I'm going to miss you," he said quickly before leaving to find his luggage. He barely got out of the car and grimaced when he began to hear the screams get louder.

Daeron hurried down to help him as he tried to ignore a boy's scream of “Aemon”. When he was removing the suitcase from the trunk of the car, a boy with dark hair and gray eyes appeared behind his nephew. He was tall though he didn't seem to be older than Baelon.

“Hey, Aemon, are you deaf? I was calling you” he said pouting. He didn't even give Baelon time to tell him that he was getting the wrong person when he took one of his platinum locks between his fingers. "Oh, you cut it off, I knew you were upset because Joffrey kept pulling your hair but I didn't think you'd do anything so drastic”

Baelon took the stranger's hand and pulled it away from his hair. He wasn't obsessed with taking care of his hair like his dad but it was rare for a stranger to feel free to touch him “I'm not Aemon. My name is Baelon"

"But you look just like Aemon" said the other boy with clear confusion "Why do you look just like Aemon?"

Baelon looked to his uncle for help, wanting Daeron to get him out of this situation, but Daeron seemed to be in a trance. For a moment he thought that his eyes were shiny but he dismissed it as a sun effect.

Daeron couldn't believe it. Aemon was going to be in the same camp as Baelon. At any moment he would arrive. He should be in a panic. He should be telling Baelon to get in the car to drive away because that's what Aemond would do. He should call his older brother. But he wouldn't do that. After years the twins had the opportunity to meet and he was not going to stop it. Baelon deserved to meet the rest of his family… But if he was there when you arrived with Aemon then you would be the one to leave. This couldn't happen. This was a unique opportunity. This one meeting could make life better for everyone.

“I have to go,” Daeron announced, slamming the trunk shut.

Baelon eyed daggers at him. He had just told him that he loved him and now he was leaving him with a complete freak, didn't he care about him? Definitely from now on Daeron was no longer his favorite uncle and when he returned home he would tell his grandma so that she would scold him.

"What's your name kid?" asked the adult looking at the boy with dark hair.

"Rickon" he replied, still without taking his eyes off Baelon. He wanted to touch his face to make sure it was real but he had a feeling that if he did then he would get hit.

"Baelon, you will stay with Rickon," Daeron ordered.

"What?!" Shouted his nephew with a mixture of surprise and indignation.

"Rickon, you will take Baelon to your cabin and wait until Aemon's mother leaves or whoever she brings him to introduce him to Baelon"

"Wait, do you know Aemon?" Baelon asked trying to understand what the hell was going on.

Daeron didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to tell him that of course, he knew Aemon. He remembered how scared he was the first time he picked him up, he remembered how little Aemon used to fall asleep in his arms, how when he learned to walk he used to follow him everywhere, and how he loved to give Tessarion kisses. On his phone, he has a folder with all of Aemon's photos. Every time he saw them he felt like he finished seeing them so fast. He wished he had taken more photos… Maybe after this camp, he could get new photos.

"Rickon, don't let Aemon's family see Baelon" he asked ignoring his nephew's question "Enjoy the camp," he said and got into the car ignoring Baelon's protests.

Daeron felt bad when he started the car, if he had time he might have stayed to explain to Baelon or try to prepare him for this surprise but you could show up at any moment. He couldn't risk you seeing him and deciding to leave.

When he thought he was far enough from the camp, he waited for the next red light to take his phone and call Aegon. He had to ask his brother if he knew that Aemon was going to the camp and that was why he had told Aemond that he should take Baelon there or was it just a fluke.

Aegon never responded.

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 16 of Kinktober: Finally Meeting Colby

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warning: protected sex, getting hickeys

A/N: sorry that i’ve been posting late I’ve been busy lately!

Y/N’s POV

I’m been messaging a youtuber name Colby Brock for a year and I’m finally going to meet him at the Trap House. We met at Playlist Live last year and we’ve been chatting since then and facetiming each other and Colby showing me his roommates including some friends of youtube friends as well.

One day, I bought a plane ticket to go to LA so I can meet Colby in person, but I didn’t tell Colby about it because I want to make it a surprise. I text the Trap House guys without Colby in it and told them when I’m landing and where my luggage is at so they can meet me. When I landed I text them that I’m in Los Angeles, Elton, Corey, Devyn, and Jake came to pick me up from the airport and we made a plan because they said to the rest of the house that they’re going to Target, so we went to Target and got some stuff they needed and I got some stuff for myself.

“Let’s put your stuff in a separate bag so Colby will kinda figures out that you’re here.” Elton says getting a separate bag ready for me.

“Okay. Are you sure this’ll work?” I ask.

“Colby tells us what you eat by the facetiming you guys do.” Corey says.

“Okay.” I said. I hope this works.

When we got to the house I get nervous, Devyn notices and tries to calm me down, I can’t believe I’m meeting Colby since we saw each other last year.

“Alright, Devyn, stay with Y/N and Corey text Devyn when it’s time for you two to go in.” Elton says with a camera on and has the Target bags in his other hand.

“Alright, you ready Y/N?” Corey asks.

“I am but still nervous.” I say.

“I’ll be here with you okay?” Devyn says rubbing her hand against on my back.

I nod. I’m ready.

Elton, Corey, and Jake goes in and Devyn and I were talking quietly so no one inside can hear us. Corey texts Devyn, it’s time to see him. Devyn takes my things and opens the door for me, the house looks so cool in real life. Colby walks out, his face looks confused but excited at the same time, I run towards him and runs towards me, we hug so tightly, I can’t believe I’m here with him.

“I can’t believe it’s you! I thought you have school today?” Colby stops hugging me and says.

“I lied, I had a flight to come here and Elton, Corey, Jake, and Devyn helped me.” I say.

“I knew it! I saw the bag of things that you eat, I knew there was something going on!” Colby says looking at the guys.

I laugh.

I get settled in the house in Colby’s room and I felt tired so I took a nap. After the nap, everyone and I went to Dave & Buster’s, Colby and I went around to other games so we can talk to each other privately.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” Colby says while we’re walking to a game.

“I can’t believe it either.” I say following him.

“You wanna get in the photo booth?” Colby asked.

“Sure.” I smile.

We go to the photo booth and we take pictures, like us smiling, kissing, and some of the trap house boys came in and photobombed us. The pictures came out great! I send a picture of the four pictures of Colby, the roommates, and I to my parents so they can tell that Colby is real including the roommates as well. My parents believe me!

A FEW DAYS LATER

Colby and I have been talking about our personal lives for a while now and we began to kiss each other sometimes, but we’re not ready to go too far.

“You still tired?” Colby asks me.

“I am, it’s just the time zones, you know.” I tiredly say.

“I get what you’re saying Y/N/N.” He says.

Eventually, Colby introduced me to some of his youtube friends like, Brennen Taylor, which he’s kinda nice but he makes me uncomfortable.

Colby and I went on some dinner dates and some of his fans were nice but really rude at the same time. We went to some haunted places in Los Angeles as well which I really enjoy haunted places and anytime I get scared I would hold on to Colby and he would understand what I’m doing so he would hold on to me as well.

One night, Colby and I were alone, everyone went out to do a video or something but Colby and I stayed back. Colby was really touchy this night. All you can hear is me giggling by him touching me, and we start to kiss. I haven’t been kissed before so this felt special to me. Colby and I made out for a few minutes until we began to take our clothes off and Colby getting a condom for protection. He goes in and out of me and us moaning at the same time. He gives me hickeys, I moan even louder, I don’t want him to stop.

We continue our session until Colby’s door opens and it’s Sam looking horrified and Colby covers us, I look embarrassed. I hide my face in Colby’s chest, I never felt embarrassed in my life. Sam runs out of Colby’s room and Colby and I look at each other and chuckle.

“We’ll go somewhere special next time I promise.” Colby gets a strand of hair out my face.

“I’d like that.” I smile.

I’m so happy I’m with him but I hope we do something else then what we just did.

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castrotophic · 3 months

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house and wilson i want to see them fight to the death... put them in a saw trap who kills who first...... i want them to experience psychological and physical torture at the hands of each other..... bc i think its really funny btw

#hilson #house md #greg house #james wilson #wilson #house #my most toxic guys #i swear usually im soooo nice to my characters i want to see them like. have babies and live happily ever after #something about house and wilson makes me want them to feel pain #cuddling?? no no they wouldnt. give me fanfiction where one of them poisons the other and they kiss about it before house goes to jail again #literally i want them in the hunger games #trap them in a cave with no food whos going donner party first #i want to do experiments and watch them react #i am a kid holding a magnifying glass on the anthill #ive never felt this way before #hatecrimes md brings out my dark side #hatecrimes md

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just-some-guy-at-shiz · 5 months

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“On the day before I met the Scarecrow,” Dorothy said, “I was invited to stay at the home of a Munchkin farmer named Boq and his family, and—“

“Boq?” both the Scarecrow and the Tin Man repeated in surprise, almost speaking in unison. They then turned to one another in confusion.

Dorothy was taken aback by this reaction. “Yes,” she continued. “He was very kind. He hosted a wonderful dinner, and an evening of dancing where I almost wore out my feet.” The girl giggled. “Of course, these lovely shoes are as pristine as ever. I suspect we’ll all wear out before they show even the slightest sign of age.”

Dorothy’s companions seemed oblivious to her attempt at humor. “Can you describe this Boq?” the Scarecrow asked curiously. The Tin Man stayed silent, watching for Dorothy’s response.

“Well, he was an older man,” Dorothy began, putting a finger to her lips as she recalled, “Grey haired and barrel-chested, always laughing good-naturedly. He reminded me of my Uncle Henry. Except that Uncle Henry is tall and thin, and doesn’t ever seem to smile at anything.” Dorothy frowned, realizing the fault in her comparison. “Well, they’ve both got gray hair, at the least. And I feel very safe and protected around the both of them, as I imagine one would with a father or mother. I was a bit sad to say goodbye.”

“He sounds wonderful,” the Scarecrow said, though there was a certain disappointment in his voice that did not match his words.

“He was,” Dorothy said, beaming, “I’m so happy to have met so many good people on my travels, even in such a short time.”

The Tin Man nodded absently, then spoke. “How are his children?”

“Oh, yes,” Dorothy said in surprise, “He does have several children. I played games with them after we ate, long into the evening. It was quite nice to be with other children, as I spend so much time back home with only Toto as my company.”

“Then his family is doing well?” The Tin Man pressed.

“Oh, certainly,” Dorothy confirmed with a nod, “They seemed as contented as a family could be, with all they desired from life. In fact, the family seemed to be rather wealthier than any other I had encountered—though of course they were generous with what they had, inviting many of their surrounding neighbors to join in on the celebration of their newly gained liberty.”

“They are well-off enough to send some of the younger children to college, perhaps?”

“You seem awfully concerned with the well-being of this Boq and his family,” the Scarecrow interjected, casting an inquiring look towards the Tin Man.

“I am Munchkin myself,” the Tin Man responded quickly, “I knew the family once, and I only wanted to be assured of their continued well-being, if such assurance was available.”

“How can you care for their well-being?” Dorothy asked plainly, “If you are without a heart, and therefore without compassion? I ask only because you yourself have told me of your inability to love.”

The Tin Man paused. “Call it simple curiosity. Nothing more important than that. Whether they prosper or suffer, it no longer has anything to do with me, and has not for some time.”

“Do you miss them at all?” Dorothy asked.

“Perhaps in another time, I might have,” the Tin Man mused, his voice measured. “I’m not sure that I can miss them at present.”

“Oh. Yes,” Dorothy said solemnly. “Well, perhaps once you have your heart, you can return and visit them. I’m sure they would be very glad to see you.”

“Would they?” The Tin Man asked quietly, more to himself than to his companions. He hesitated a moment, then shook his head. “I cannot visit them in this state. I am not myself.”

“Of course,” Dorothy smiled with understanding. “We must return to our quest, so that we all may receive that which makes us complete. Do you agree, Scarecrow?”

“Yes, of course,” the Scarecrow said without looking at Dorothy. His gaze was instead focused on the Tin Man with a concentration unexpected from one lacking a brain. The Tin Man glanced behind himself, then back at the Scarecrow’s steady stare, with slight unease.

“Are you all right?” Dorothy asked the Scarecrow, noticing the intensity in his expression.

“Oh yes, just trying to… figure it all out,” the Scarecrow murmured, pulling his eyes away from the somewhat bewildered Tin Man. “I haven’t got a brain, you know, you must be patient with me. It’s very difficult to understand things when you don’t know… things…”

“Do you think you’ve got it now?” Dorothy asked patiently.

“Oh yes,” the Scarecrow said, “I cannot be certain, of course… but I think some things are starting to make sense.”

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scribefindegil · 1 year

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do you think mob and mabel would get along?

YES.

for the sake of this ask we're ignoring the language barrier; Mabel borrowed some translator thing from Ford so they can talk to each other, it's fine.

Mob is friends with Tome, so he's used to hanging out with Weird Girls who talk a mile a minute, so even though Mabel would be a little overwhelming at first I think they'd be able to settle into a good dynamic! Mabel simultaneously would and wouldn't make a big deal about his psychic powers. Like, she'd get super excited about them but she gets super excited about everything so she'd be like "Oh WOW you have psychic powers?? That's so cool! I have a pig!! Do you want to meet him??"

Also they both love fluffy sweaters!! She could teach him how to knit! He'd be very bad at it at first but he's very stubborn and she's very encouraging and he'd end up having a really good time!

#conversations #tho u know who would REALLY get along like a house on fire?#mabel and teru #the sheer number of things they would bedazzle together #the mind boggles #growing up is optional #mabel pines is not my queen because we live in a democracy!#mp100 #(when i was on my Read Every MP100 Fanfiction kick i actually found a mob/gf crossover #that tragically only had a couple of chapters posted #but it was very fun #the premise was that the kageyamas came to Gravity Falls on vacation #and then couldn't leave bc the weirdness bubble trapped them inside #and there was clearly some bigger plot stuff in the works that never got posted #but the important thing is that Ritsu and Dipper got to be nerdy and theorize together while Mabel painted Mob's nails #a great time)

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patchwork-crow-writes · 4 months

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48 - Labyrinth

Oh my Light, I am lost - trapped in a maze of my own making. Coarse walls close in on all sides, unseen terrors skulk around shadowy corners, and I fear I shall never be found again.

Here you stand, oh noble knight... won't you come forth and brave this darkness? Conquer the trials set out before you, prove your courage and strength of heart to me. Your prince awaits your arrival at the end of this adventure, with hand outstretched and heart all aflutter.

But I implore you watch your step - for here lurk things that were never meant to see the light of day.... secrets that can bury smiles and scupper happy endings. I beseech you, please, tread gently through the dark - some prisons were built for a reason, and some monsters cannot be so easily slain.

I ask much of you, I realise that. But you are the only one who can tear down these walls, the only one who can look at me, see me for what I truly am. Because you're no stranger to the darkness, are you? There is shame crawling beneath your skin, just as it coils around my heart. You have nothing to fear from me anymore - take my hand and let's make a break for it.

Escape back into the light, or lose ourselves in the dark... it is no matter, so long as we are together in the end.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 48

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#writing #fiction #fanfiction #deltarune #Ralsei #kris dreemurr #kralsei #krisei #big mazes as metaphors for interpersonal barriers #housing shame and anxiety and other such nasties #Sometimes we can feel trapped in our own minds #And it can seem like only one person can break us free #Because if they can navigate those dark spaces in our psyche #and still be there to take our hand #That has to mean something... doesn't it?#drabble #The Dark Menagerie

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corolune · 1 year

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Also, if you're still doing the wip ask game, I'd love to hear about the Silkie story and sci-fi mermaids!

yes, I am absolutely still doing the WIP one, thank you for the ask!!

selkie story is my big WIP that I'm currently sharing on ao3, it's been ages since I last updated but I am still working on it and have the next few chapters all plotted out! It is basically an Alex Rider AU where Alex is a selkie (a mythical creature that can transform from a seal into a human and back by taking off/putting on its sealskin/fur coat). I don't even remember how I came up with this idea, but I love seals and selkies and folklore and it turned out to be a perfect analogy for how Alex doesn't fit in anywhere — he can't connect with normal school kids anymore (also probably never really could really fit with them to begin with since he's not only an orphan, but also Ian was a really weird parent), and he doesn't fit in the world of espionage (since he's still a kid), and he struggles to carve a space of his own. So this story became an interesting way to explore that. (plus seals are adorable 🦭)

sci-fi mermaids is an original story idea I had! I was envisioning a middle grade graphic novel when I first thought of this but I think it would work well as a normal fiction novel too. The premise is that mermaids, once thriving in wild oceans, have dwindled in number due to an exotic “pet” trade. In the name of conservation, many mermaids are kept in sanctuaries where scientists study their strange abilities and strive to create the "perfect" breed of mermaid through genetic engineering.

The main story centres around a young mermaid adopted into a wealthy family, whose children are obsessed with them. She often wonders about the ocean, and what it must be like to live with other mermaids. But she feels ungrateful to think of a life away from her family, who've given her a massive tank, and several natural ponds, and let her watch whatever she wants on tv, and spend so much time taking care of her and entertaining her and including her as part of the family. Especially when she's seen on the news of how badly some pet mermaids are kept...I'm still working out the actual plot but I have so much research and sketches of the characters and settings! Maybe I'll dig some of those up and share them on here someday.

#I'm sure the mermaid story comes as no surprise to anyone who's read my selkie fic 😂#I came up with it years ago and I think a lot of elements trickled into the selkie story #also even though I didn't realize it at the time #I'm pretty sure it was inspired by the massive jellyfish tank of Sayle's from stormbreaker #and thinking of the poor jellyfish that he just trapped in there #but also why do rich people keep sharks and jellyfish and large fish in their houses/offices anyway #it just feels like a waste of resources?? surely they could find something better to showcase....#I guess it's marginally better than having a whole entire lion/cheetah/tiger as a pet #alex rider #alex rider fanfiction #ask game #fic ask game #fic game #my writing #for the mermaid story i’ll never write #(that's my mermaid story tag lol)#selkie au #selkie alex

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"Help Them."

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Eating: T Warning: People killed in a fire Pairing: None Description: Inferno is blamed for the death of an elderly couple. Snippet from The Holiday Killer.

@febuwhump day 26; "help them."

As Inferno drives down the street by the Knight twins’ parents’ house, the two mechs see a man dressed in all black run down the street. They drive a little further down the street to find the Knight’s home engulfed in flames. Drift gets out of Inferno’s alt mode, knowing Inferno will have to deal with this in his bipedal form. Drift calls the police, who say they’ll dispatch EMS. Drift isn’t sure if Ratchet will be pissed that he didn’t call them, but he fears it’s too late. Even if the two humans inside are dead, Drift doesn’t want their bodies to be burned. Against Inferno’s yelling, Drift runs into the house.

He didn’t think he’d find the elderly couple tied up together, and it’s more troubling even if it’s easier to get the two out of the house.

“Help them!” A femme yells as Drift lays the elders on the ground. “They’re dead, I’m sorry,” Drift regrets telling her. The femme waits until the fire is out, and Inferno activates his holoform, seeing the two dead humans. “I’ll never forgive you!” The femme yells and slaps Inferno before two officers force her away from him. “I’ve gotten those same four words back home several times,” Inferno admits. “That’s not right,” Drift comments, “we did the best we could. Whoever set the fire knew what they were doing, and I found the humans tied up together.”

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers drift #bayverse drift #transformers inferno #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #fay 26 #“help them.”#fire #house fire #trapped in a fire #too late #snippet #story snippet #The Holiday Killer

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Blessed Be The Fruit

Soft!Dark!Sergeant!Tommy Shelby x Maiden!Reader

Word Count: +1,620

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Hints of misogyny, Loss of virginity, Mild gore (blood), Cunnilingus, Mentions of past kidnapping.

Author's Notes: This is a one shot. It's a fanfiction that has a few ideas from the handmaiden’s tale that are altered cause it's my fic lol.

As the population decreases, the government has no choice but to intervene. Every citizen is now required to marry past a certain age. Those who were part of the military or government, were given a registry of approved wives to choose from. Often the families of the women were forced to participate. Yours was one of them. It was a week after you turned twenty when an officer knocked on your parents' door. He will inform you of the news. A husband has finally chosen you.

You read the profile of your soon-to-be husband, Sergeant Tommy Shelby. He'd served in the British army for a few years, returning home as a decorated solider. His first wife had been murdered, the second divorced. Your eyes rake down the list. A widower who'd been married twice. He'd lost his youngest daughter to an illness, his first son in a local gang's crossfire. Charlie is his last remaining heir. He can't risk losing him, what Tommy needs now is a spare.

You remember your earlier days of scouting. Should any family find themselves under bankruptcy, their daughters will be forced into the draft. A law passed by the government to decrease the poverty line. You along with the other women were kidnapped and forced to attend months of dreadful etiquette classes.

Training you on how to walk, talk, behave, and care for the home. In simpler terms, you had to learn how to sell yourself as someone interesting enough to marry. You were a brand, put on display for any eligible bachelors. Only at the graduation ceremony did you feel relieved. Finally allowed to return home.

Every family that had been in the registry was part of the working class. They'd been forcibly placed in the registry because of debt or bankruptcy. It was the government's solution to decrease the amount of poverty. Their daughters would be used as sacrificial lambs. Otherwise, they'd be rounded up and forced into imprisonment, or worse. How could you say no with such a severe punishment?

He has given you a week. A week to come with him willingly or face the consequences. It rained on the day of the wedding, the ceremony itself was cut short by how dangerous the weather became. Your now husband wastes no time dragging you away and into a car. He wastes time returning home. Tommy led the way to the bedroom. There were certain things to expect on your wedding night. A contract that now legally binds you to him.

There is a list of conditions that the each of you were to follow. One being him taking care of you and your family, as long as you promise to give him an heir. However, many it would be. There was one last thing to seal the contract, marriage consummation. Mandatory by law, punishable by imprisonment. You remember the advice given by the elderly women who worked for the registry program. As soon as you spot the bed, covered in white sheets, your breathing hitches.

Tommy faces away from you, stripping himself of his coat. You remove each strap and let the dress slip off. You approach the bed, now splayed in only a white lace set, relaxing on your side. You tilt your head. Now gazing at your new husband with a playful smirk. If only he knew what was going on inside that little head of yours. How badly you wanted to break free.

A happy husband means an easy life.

That's what the elders had taught you. He turns around, taken aback by your sudden eagerness. His cold eyes rake your figure. He starts to approach the bed. Your seductive expression starts to crack. You find yourself now trapped under his cold, hard gaze. Still, there was too much at stake.

Appeasing your husband is what keeps the house in order.

This wasn't just a marriage consummation, it's a test to see if your husband wants to keep you. Everyone you love and care for will pay for one mistake, and that terrifies you.

A good wife must tend to all his needs.

That's when he gave the orders, "Present," to which you immediately began removing the rest of your garments. A procedure all the wives had practiced for. You feel a calloused hand holding your hip in place. Both hands digging into the soft blankets below. It takes everything in you not to burst into tears. Because good wives hide their pain well. He spits into the palm of his hand, spreading the slick on his length. He starts to pump himself, tugging on his cock a few times. But only enough to get it hard.

Tommy doesn't want to waste any more time. He presses his tip against your entrance, dragging it up and down your slit. He spits at your entrance before pushing in. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. You held back a scream, digging your nails into the bed. He places an arm to each side, shifting his bodyweight against yours. A grunt of discomfort broke from your lips. It felt like he was breaking you in.

There's only one thing that Tommy needs from you. Tonight, he's going to make sure it happens. If not, then he'll breed you every day until you take. He doesn't want to stop from there, no. You'll give him another one, then another after that. As many as he can make from that tight cunt of yours. Just the thought of it has him moaning, "Fuck...so good for me...my wife..." he juts his hips, finding a rhythm, "You will obey me," he fastens his pace, with both hands now grabbing your hips in a firm grip, "Your only job is to give me an heir," Tommy starts to lose himself in the pleasure.

It had been a while since he's had a good fuck. His brows furrow from how hard you were squeezing him, "Fuck...such a tight cunt..." he groans, he hovers over your naked form. His body heat spreading to your back. A thick wall of muscle traps you against the bed. He growls in your ear, "It's going to be like this every day...every day until this womb gives me an heir," a promise he's going to make sure comes true.

Tommy's grunts became louder as he was close. Sweat trickles from his body to yours, the intensity of it reduced you to a whining mess. He splays his body flush against yours. A stray of curse words escapes his lips, "Fuck...fuck so good...so good for me..." he dips his head in the crook of your neck, muffling one last moan before bottoming out. He doesn't remove himself, no. Tommy kept you plugged with his spunk. He pushes his length in as far as it could go before pulling out.

He flips over right next to you to catch his breath. When he hears sniffling, he turns his head. What made his little wife upset? He turns you over. Your eyes are red, there are tear tracks that trailed down each cheek. Spit had dribbled down your chin and onto the bed. Tommy had a gift for reading people. It was obvious you were trying to keep a plain expression. He hovers over you now with a stern look on his face. Tommy is determined to find the source of your worries.

That's when he felt it, the small wet patch on the bedding. Blots of crimson were in stark contrast to the white sheets below. You cower under his gaze. Frozen by fear yet still, you try to please him. But Tommy could see it clearly, and he wouldn't have it. He reaches below your knees, pulling you closer towards him. He lifts your lower half, until your bare slit is close enough to his mouth.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar sensation has you gasping. Tommy flattens his tongue against your core, dragging it up and down your slit. He takes his time, suckling and kissing at your sex. Practically smothering himself in it as he thrusts his tongue inside your spent cunt. You press a palm flat against your mouth, muffling any whimpers that would escape. Now this wasn't something you were prepared for.

Tommy wraps his lips around that bundle of nerves you whine. Your hole twitches with need, he'll fix that. Tommy slowly stretches the now slick opening, collecting any slickness he would need. He latches his mouth around your bud while thrusting his fingers in and out. Faster and faster, until a wave of pleasure has you arching your back. A gush of arousal splashes his chin, but he doesn't stop. Not even after you're pumping at his fingers in a vice grip. He keeps thrusting them at a rapid pace, until you've come undone again. He retreats from your drenched sex with a triumphant 'huff'.

You were exhausted, trying your best to catch breath. All you could do was stare at Tommy though hooded eyelids. He's sporting a cocky smirk, "I'm sorry dear wife," he interwinds his fingers with yours, holding them in place, "Do you forgive me?" licking up the slick on his lips. A flush of pink is spread across his face and ears. His icy blues are now overpowered by the large iris'. You could only give a faint nod, too tired to react as he pulls you in.

There the two of you lay, sprawled naked across the bed sheets. Your head against his chest as he brushes his hands though the locks. Tommy lets you rest for now. He sighs, "understanding now that you weren't a willing participant. All for the sake of 'societal standards'. He won't give you a harder life than it already had been. "Blessed be the fruit," he announces, marking the end of the night.

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Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Clarification: Reader is Velaryon because she is the daughter of Laenor and Joffrey. I leave open the possibility that she is their adoptive daughter or that she is Laenor's biological daughter that they had by surrogacy. I leave this open with the intention that the Reader be as inclusive as possible.

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Chapter Three (in progress)

Answering questions, headcanons, etc

Is the Valeryon!Reader in Parent Trap AU is a fashion designer too like the mom in the movie ?

In parent trap au reader and Aegon have kid together?

What's the relationship between Aegon and Y/n?

Will the reader be able to notice that it's not Aemon?

Does Aegon's family know about Joff? Or who is his mom?

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THE WRATH OF FIRE

House of the Dragon Fanfiction

MASTERLIST

Princess Ysilla Targaryen is the only daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce. The affection that she felt for her mother was strong, while her father had never been there, acting as if Ysilla was not even his. But she was. The dragon egg that had been put in her cradle hatched. An outcast of a dragon was born. A dragon with no legs. An outcast of a dragon for and an outcast of a dragon rider. Ysilla’s hair was dark but streaked with white. She was a Targaryen, and her wrath was not different from the one that burned inside the members of the House of the Dragon.

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CHAPTER 5

Ysilla missed her mother. She missed her every day since she had died.

The little princess had cried for days. She would run to her chamber, closing the door, not wanting to see anyone.

It didn't matter how many tears left her eyes. Ysilla would find no comfort. She wanted her mother. She wanted to break her fast with her, talk about her duty, and go riding together.

We had to go hawking, she thought, crying. Her head had been pounding for days. She could not understand how her mother, an expert rider, would fall from her horse.

Ysilla was now the heir to Runestone. But she was too young, so her uncle Gerold was holding everything together. He had the castle organize the late Lady Rhea's funeral.

"The Lady Jeyne is the next in line until Princess Ysilla is old enough," Ysilla heard her uncle Gerold Royce saying one morning in the tower of the Maester of Runestone as she was supposed to go to study with him. Ysilla had been early because she felt like not eating.

"We have to alert the King about the accident first, my lord," Ysilla stood quietly behind the door.

"You know, well, it was not an accident," her uncle's words made her frown, pushing herself closer against the wooden door to try not to let anything that they were saying go unheard.

"It is a dangerous accusation, the one you're making, my lord."

What accusation? Ysilla was so confused.

"Rhea would have never fallen from her horse. It was him, I'm sure of it," her uncle said, his voice full of rage. She felt that rage as if it was meant for her, but it wasn't.

What were they saying? That someone had killed her mother? Who were they talking about?

Ysilla felt her lip quiver, feeling the tears in her eyes. How could someone have wanted to kill her lady mother?

"Have the informers come back yet?" Her uncle asked again. The Maester took a heavy breath.

"Some, my lord." the old man spoke, "There had been no sign of Caraxes so far."

Ysilla gasped, covering her mouth. Her hand was trembling against her face. They were accusing her father.

"It was him," her uncle said, slamming his fist to the table. The sound made her shiver, "There's no mistake in that."

"My lord..."

"Princess Rhaenyra was in search of a husband. It is such a coincidence that Daemon is now widowed."

Rhaenyra? What was with Rhaenyra? Did her father want Rhaenyra?

He loves his ambition. Her mother's voice was so loud in her head. Louder than it had ever been.

But that had to be a mistake. Her father would have never killed her mother. He was a warrior, a prince. In the songs, princes always save the lady. They would have never hurt them. And her father was a Targaryen, the noblest of the Houses of Westeros. He could not be that vile.

Such a vile act, Otto Hightower had said.

Ysilla felt her breath become heavier. The walls around her seemed to become narrower. She felt like she was in a trap—in a nightmare. It must have been a nightmare. In a few moments, she would have woken up, and on the morrow, she would have spoken about this bad dream with her mother.

But why wasn't she waking up? It had been seven days, and she was still trapped inside that nightmare.

So it isn't... Ysilla knew that it wasn't, but at that moment, she never wished it was.

"I can't stay here..." she muttered before turning to run toward the only place she felt safe: to her dragon.

Her feet moved quick, and her cheeks were wet with tears. It was not possible that her mother had been killed. It was not possible that it had been her father. It was not possible he had done it to wed Rhaenyra.

"My lady," the Maester from King's Landing bowed his head as she arrived to where they kept her dragon. But Ysilla ignored him; she ran to her dragon, dropping to her knees. Her arms circled his slander, long neck.

He had been growing, and now he had become too heavy for her to pick him up. And she was glad. She felt so protected when she felt the warmth of his scales, and she wept when she felt his head lying on her shoulder.

"Iksan sīr mundagon," she wailed. Her dragon made a quiet sound. (I'm so sad) "Vestrasis sīr naenie ra. Se nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skoros naejot pāsagon." (They say so many things. And I don't know what to believe.)

Her dragon moved his dark wings, growling. The movement made her move back a little, and in that position, their eyes met. They had both purple eyes, and he was staring. Sounds kept coming out of his mouth.

This is strange, she thought. He was a quiet, gentle dragon, yet he was acting restless and angry, like he had that day, the day her mother had died.

"You know something..." Ysilla muttered. Their eyes never leaving each other. She could feel it. It was like she could understand him.

"Dārilaros..." Ysilla had almost forgotten about him. The Maester was there. As he had been there that day. And he had been acting rather queer. (Princess)

"Iksin konīr iā zaldrīzes bona tubis?" She spoke to him, but she kept looking at her dragon, who suddenly stopped his movements. (Was there a dragon that day?)

"Skoros, dārilaros?" The Maester asked, his voice trembling. (What, princess?)

That question made her angry. Could he not remember the dark day in which Runestone lost its Lady?

Ysilla turned as her dragon roared. The man's face got pale.

"Dragons sense other dragons. You've told me so." Ysilla's tone was flat, but her dragon roared again: "So I'm asking you again: iksin konīr iā zaldrīzes bona tubis?" (Was there a dragon that day?)

But it was when the Maester lowered his gaze that Ysilla knew. And her dragon roared louder.

Ysilla wanted to cry, yet rage was all she could feel. She desperately wanted to believe that it was not true. But her mother had told her that her father loathed her.

To such a point? She asked herself, sadly knowing the answer.

He had taken her away from Runestone and Ysilla. Her mother was the only family she had ever had.

"I've chosen my dragon's name," she said, standing up. The Maester looked back at her. "His name shall be Dārysyr."

The man widened his eyes, "Wrath of fire."

Dārysyr breathed out fire, his flames of a dark red with shades of purple.

There was no way that they could proof of her father's deeds, but they all knew.

The following weeks had been strange. Ysilla's feelings were much different from before. She had never felt like that. But at the same time, everything seemed more clear now, as if she had finally woken from a dream much longer than the one she believed had trapped her.

"I do not wish to sing," she has said one morning to her septa.

"This is your duty, Ysilla. Your mother-"

"My mother is dead!" She exclaimed, standing up, "I wish to do more than singing."

The woman's expression was sad, but she spoke anyway: "What would you wish to do, princess?"

Ysilla observed the woman for a moment before answering, "I want to learn."

"Learn what?"

"Everything," she said in a hiss.

She wanted to learn and understand politics. She wanted to learn what her father had done and why? She wanted to learn about ambition. And she wanted to learn how to see through people.

She wanted to learn.

That very day, a raven arrived when Ysilla was training with Dārysyr. She observed him with pride as she noticed how he was learning how to move more swiftly. His wings were becoming much stronger, and his body was learning how to slide with ease on the ground. He was becoming more gracious yet powerful.

"Ysilla," her uncle's voice came from behind her as she observed her dragon, who was ready to feed on a goat.

"Darysyr," she said, raising her dragon's head higher. "Dracarys." His throat glowed a bright red before his flames hit the goat.

"Ysilla." Her uncle called again.

"I've heard you the first time, Uncle," she said before turning to look at the man. His eyes lingered on Darysyr feeding, but after a moment, they went back to his niece.

"A letter from the King," Ysilla nodded, wanting to know more. Princess Rhaenyra is about to wed."

Ysilla's eyes narrowed as her dragon growled from behind her.

"Who?" She asked, surprising her uncle.

"Leanor Velaryon, niece," She felt like breathing a little. So, Rhaenyra was not to be wed to her father. Then if they didn't, maybe her father wasn't the reason behind her mother's death.

But Darysyr had sensed another dragon. The Maester said so. What Targaryen could have gone to Runestone the same day her mother died.

It was useless to deny it. Ysilla knew she had to stop trying.

The Princess Rhaenyra was in search of a husband, her uncle had said. If her father had killed her mother to wed Rhaenyra, then Rhaenyra was about to become Leanor Velaryon's wife. If all that was true, then her mother had lost her life for nothing.

"So?" Ysilla asked, trying to control her eyes to fill themselves with tears.

"We are to attend the wedding." The girl observed her uncle for a moment in silence. She did not wish to go, and she did not want to face all those gazes alone.

Be proud, Ysilla. Her mother would have said. Lady Rhea had always wished for her to be resilient. To not be afraid. She was now the heir to Runestone; she could not be afraid even if she was.

"Will he be there?" She asked, clenching her hands so as not to show that they were trembling.

Her uncle's face got darker. Ysilla did not need to hear any words. She knew the answer.

"So be it, then."

The journey to King's Landing had been different from the last one she had made. It had been only seven months before, and yet everything was different. Her gown was black, and her hair was loose as she stood on the deck of the ship. The only thing that could make her smile was the sight of Dārysyr flying around the ship.

Ysilla had been there the first time her dragon had taken flight. It had been scary because he had let himself fall from the balcony of the chamber where he was held. Ysilla had thought he was leaving her, too, but he didn't.

"He does not have legs to push himself off the ground. But during a fall, it is easier for him to fly."

Dārysyr was reckless. But he was always by her side. Ysilla knew that.

"I miss your laughter, sweet niece." She heard her uncle say from next to her.

"I do not have the strength, uncle," his hand rested on her shoulder. His expression was also pained.

"I do not want to force you. The loss you've suffered is great." Ysilla's eyes remained on her dragon, and she found strength in that sight.

They arrived the morning of the wedding. This time, Ser Westerling was on the deck escorting them to the Red Keep. His expression was grave as he greeted Ysilla. She had hoped to get used to that feeling, but she didn't. Seeing how people looked at her constantly reminded her of what had happened—how it happened.

As she arrived, the castle was busy. The future Queen was about to be wed; it was an important day. As the King had been busy, in fact, as she entered the chambers that had been assigned her, the servant girl apologized on behalf of her uncle.

"He said he can't wait to see you at the feast, princess," Ysilla nodded her head, thanking the girl before asking to be left alone.

The walk she had made in the hallows of the Red Keep had been stressful. Not just because of the stares but because Ysilla was the one looking around. Hoping and fearing to catch Targaryens' silver hair of a man whose face had been nothing but a dream until it became a nightmare.

As the sun started his journey to disappear behind the horizon, the servant girls entered her chambers to help Ysilla dress. She decided to wear her mother's favorite dress on her. A pale blue silk gown with runes embroidered in silver. On her head, a silver hairband. Ysilla touched her streaked hair as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"You are so pretty, princess," Ysilla only forced a smile.

The goat daughter, she remembered. Nobody had ever called her beautiful.

She arrived in the hall. It had been richly adorned, and there were many tables for all the noble families of the realm who could attend.

"Princess Ysilla Targaryen, heir to Runestone," her name was yelled as she entered the hall, as was her costume. All the noble Houses had to be announced.

Ysilla walked through the hall, ignoring the gazes upon her. But her eyes were on the table in front of her, where the King and his heir were set. She noticed that the Queen was not there, and the same was true for her father. No other silver hair was set at that table.

She almost felt disappointed.

"My King," she said, bowing in front of her uncle.

"Welcome, dear niece." Ysilla's lips moved up in an unsure smile before she turned to Rhaenyra.

"I am so sorry for your loss, Ysilla," She said with sad eyes, and Ysilla felt guilty. Guilty because she had felt anger towards her cousin. Because deep down she had blamed her as well. But only now did she realize that Rhaenyra had no part in what had happened. It was not fair to blame her for something she had no power over.

"Lady Rhea will be missed by all of us," the King added.

"Thank you for your kind words," Ysilla answered politely, then she looked at Rhaenyra, "Congratulations, my princess, for this happy day and more to come," the septa had taught her what was proper to say.

"Thank you, dear cousin," Rhaenyra answered. I've heard that your dragon is flying now."

The King smiled, "What a lovely news."

Ysilla nodded her head, thinking about her dragon, which had been sent to the Dragonpit until they had to depart.

"He has a name now," Ysilla said. The two of them looked at her curiously, "Dārysyr." The King's smile dropped, but Ysilla bowed one more time before heading towards the table to sit next to her uncle Gerold.

One by one, all the Houses congratulated Rhaenyra, wishing her and her betrothed for better days to come. But her betrothed was not there yet. He arrived sometime after with his whole family.

"House Velaryon," was announced, and all of them stood up to greet the future Prince Consort. Ysilla had never met the Valeryon, but she knew that her aunt, Princess Rhaenys, was the wife of Lord Corlys Velaryion, and from their union, Laena and Laenor were born. She knew that her cousin Laenor was even a dragonrider. If she recalled correctly, his dragon was called Seasmoke.

The Velaryon walked proudly. Heads high up. They were already the richest House of the Seven Kingdoms, and now their position had been elevated.

Ysilla had never stopped studying, never once. Her Maester had been proud of her.

But it was when the Velaryon had finally sat on the main table that Ysilla's breath stuck in her throat. As everyone was sitting, he appeared at the entrance. He wore a black vest with red sleeves and walked confidently. His hair was short and shining silver, and he had a smirk on his face.

Ysilla had never seen him before, but she knew. That was her father, Daemon Targaryen.

He was exactly like she had imagined him—tall and handsome with the demeanor and grace of a warrior. Just some weeks before, she would have swelled with pride at seeing what her father looked like. But now she felt very different emotions. And she wasn't the only one. The King was looking at his brother strangely, with a hidden anger. But anyhow, he gestured for a servant to bring another chair to add to their table so that Daemon could sit.

As everyone sat down, Ysilla didn't. She was standing, her purple eyes never leaving her father. The King had noticed her standing, and soon after, even Ysilla's father looked in her direction. The child flushed with uneasiness as that man looked in her direction. His eyes were on her hair first, and that was enough to give away who she was. Yet he was not surprised; his eyes didn't widen. He only laughed.

Her father had just seen her, and he was laughing. Her cheeks flushed. She felt ashamed and mocked. Her eyes stung, but she would not have cried. He had never seen her. He would not remember a crying little girl.

It took her uncle Gerold to make her sit. But until that moment, she had held her father's gaze. Trembling, but she did.

"Be welcome," the King started to talk after a moment of awkward silence.

"Are you alright?" her uncle whispered, and Ysilla nodded her head. But her eyes kept glancing at her father.

She had imagined it to be much different, their first encounter. She thought he would have walked to her and kneeled in front of her.

"You've grown up so much," he should have said, kissing her hair gently as he promised to stay with her.

But he did none of that. He just laughed.

"Tonight it's only the beginning," the King kept saying, "We honor the crown's oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon." Ysilla kept observing her father, "Reaching back to the days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons." And she saw it. Her father was looking at Rhaenyra. He was ignoring his own daughter, but he was looking at his niece. And for a moment, for only a moment, her father and Rhaenyra shared a look. But Ysilla had seen it.

She felt like trembling, but not because of fear or shame. Anger found its way into Ysilla's heart once again.

"With House Targaryen and..." the King's words stopped abruptly as he observed the entrance, forcing everyone to do the same.

Ysilla found herself doing the same.

The whole Hall fell silent as the Queen made her way towards the table. Everyone's eyes were wide, even her uncle Gerold's.

Ysilla did not understand; what she saw was that the queen was beautiful. Confidently wearing a shining green gown.

"The King will not be happy," a tall man said to a skew one not far from where Ysilla was. "Right in the midst of his speech."

The skew man spoke next, "The beacon on the Hightower, do you know what color it glows when Oldtown calls the banners to war?"

"Green." the other answered back, and that made Ysilla turn.

War? War against who?

For a small moment, she found herself hoping that that person was Daemon Targaryen.

That anger only kept growing during the feast. Her belly was so torn that she had no wish to eat. Her eyes were on her Father, but he had no slight interest in her. He followed Rhaenyra's frame wherever she went. As she ate, as she danced...

"He is vile," she said as she observed him. Her uncle Gerold looked down at her. She could feel his eyes, but it was only when he took her hand that she finally looked away from her father.

"What is going on?" she asked as he brought her closer to the main table. Ysilla didn't know how to feel. A part of her wanted to face her father proudly like her mother had taught her. But the other part wanted to forget that she had ever seen him. She liked the father in her dreams better. She wanted to remember him like that. But she knew too much now, and so even her dreams had faded away.

"In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens." Her uncle's determination was admirable, but his words were dangerous. Too dangerous without prooves.

"Who are you?" It was the first time Ysilla had heard her father talk, and his tone was sly and mocking in some way. And that made her step forward.

"He is Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone," her father's eyes moved to her. With cold eyes and the same tone, he said, "And?"

Ysilla felt her heart beat fast, and her eyes filled with tears.

I will not cry. I will not cry, she repeated to herself. Feeling the Queen and the King's gaze on her.

"And I am Ysilla Targaryen," she said, trying to sound strong, "Daughter to the late Lady Rhea."

"Ah, yes," her father answered as if he had just remembered a distant memory—a not-so-important memory. "Terrible thing."

Lier, she thought observing the man.

"Such a tragic accident," he kept lying. She knew he was lying.

"You know better than anyone; it was no accident," her uncle Gerold said, putting a protective hand on Ysilla's shoulder.

"Are you confessing something, Ser Gerold?" How could he lie like that? Wasn't he feeling anything after what he had done? If not for himself, for her. His action had left his daughter motherless. He really cared so little to have killed Lady Rhea.

"I'm making an accusation," Ysilla looked up at her uncle, wishing for him to stop. She could not bear the thought of someone else in her family being killed.

"You know, in King's Landing, men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cunts like you."

"Ȳdra daor ȳdragon naejot zirȳla hae bona!" She exclaimed. Her father laughed again as his eyes met hers; his gaze lingered on her hair for a moment. (Do not speak to him like that)

"Truth is, I'm glad you've come," her father said again, looking up at Sergeant Gerold. I wished to speak about my inheritance."

Ysilla frowned, looking at the King and the Queen. They were listening to everything.

"What inheritance?" her uncle Gerold already knew the answer, though. As did Ysilla.

"I am the heir to Runestone," she exclaimed.

"Lady Rhea and I have only one daughter, and she is too young to rule. Has her husband. As we wait for her to become old enough, everything that Lady Rhea had now passes to me."

"You cannot do that!" Ysilla said, stepping forward.

"Ao vēdros runestone. Ao hated ñuha muña. Ao vēdros nyke. Ao daor emagon runestone. Issa daor aōhon!" She would have never let her father put his hands on a place he hated. He had killed her mother and her Lady, and it was Ysilla's duty to protect her mother's memory and possessions even from her own father. (You hate Runestone. You hated my mother. You hated me. You cannot have Runestone. It's not yours!)

Her father leaned over. It was as if he was trying to show her that he was stronger and scarier. And he was. She was terrified by him, but she would not have let it show. "Se qilōni gaomagon ao pendagon iksā?" He asked with a hint of irritation in his voice. (And who do you think you are?)

"Iksan Ysilla Targārien se iksan daor iā hubre" (I am Ysilla Targaryen and I am not a goat)

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xthewhiteravenx · 8 months

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Sam and Colby Fanfiction MasterList

COLBY BROCK:

[+18] Werewolf!Colby Brock x Reader: A Dance with Death [part i] [part ii]

Bonnie & Clyde AU: Your Bonnie, My Clyde [part i] [part ii]

Reincarnation / Angel AU [X]

Demon!Colby x Reader: [X]

Moon!Blinked/Insane!Colby: [X]

Full Fanfiction: “Dandelions” [X]

"The Escort" [X]

[+18] FeralAngel!Colby x Reader [X]

Red Riding Hood AU [X]

Vampire!Colby x Art Student!Reader [X]

Post-Apocalyptic AU [X]

Time Loop Romance [X]

Dark Waters: Mermaid x Colby [X]

SAM GOLBACH:

[+18] Gangster!Sam x PersonalAssist!Reader [X]

Vampire!Sam x Reader: [X]

Dark Occult Studies x Sam [X]

SAM GOLBACH X KATRINA STUART:

Witch!Katrina x Warlock!Sam [X]

THE TRAPHOUSE:

The Trap House Intelligence Agency [X]

The Trap House At Hogwarts [X]

The Krac House At Hogwarts [X]

Trap House: Glee AU [X]

Trap Girls: Witch Coven AU [X]

Sam/Colby/Nate: Warlock Coven AU [X]

Trap House: Lost Boys AU [X]

Trap House: Breakfast Club [X]

Trap House as Greek Gods and Goddesses [X]

Hangover Movie AU [X]

Trap House: Old Guard AU [X]

ARYIA/BADBOYWOLFY:

[+18] Aryia/Badboywolfy x Reader: Coming Home [X]

COLBY BROCK X AMBER SCHOLL:

Vampire AU [X]

High School AU [X]

The Purge AU [X]

AMBER SCHOLL:

Rainy Day In Paris (w|w) [X]

Day At the Art Museum [X]

Andrea Russett x Amber Scholl: girlfriends [X]

COLBY BROCK X SHEA ELYSE:

Wendigo!Shea x Werewolf!Colby [X]

SOLBY:

Vampire Lovers AU [X]

Demon!Colby / Human!Sam [X]

[+18] Howl and Fang (Werewolf AU) [X]

Hoya Bachu Forest AU [X]

Estes Method [X]

[+18] Titanic AU [X]

Movie Night [X]

Silent Hill AU [X]

MidWestern Gothic [X]

[+18] Zombie Apocalypse AU [X]

Hunger Games AU [X]

[+18] Hell Hounds [X]

Beastly (Horns AU) [X]

Top Gun AU [X]

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starryseokmins · 4 months

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hey honey | w.jh

pair: wen junhui x afab! reader

warnings: not proofread! food play (honey and whipped cream used) switch reader!, dom! jun, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, honey used as lube... i wouldn't advise doing this irl!, unprotected sex (also don't do this) 'good girl' used but just once

wc: 1.3k

a/n: this is my first time writing about food play so i'm sorry if it's inaccurate... especially the honey part. i'm sure it's very unsanitary and just wouldn't work, but hey, its fanfiction for a reason

junhui's eyes were glued to your hand spreading honey over toast. fantasizing about how you'd use the honey on him, thinking about all the ways you'd lick it off of his body. then his mind went to licking it off of you, your tits covered in honey...

he decided he needed that to happen.

"moon junhui!" you called out in a sing-song voice, breaking him from his trance. when he looked down he realised you'd already placed the plates of toast on the table and you sat down in front of him.

"sorry baby, i got lost in thought." jun apologised as he picked up a piece of toast. "thinking about what?"

he hesitated for a moment, eyes back on the honey. it was now sliding down his fingers and his mind drifted to how you'd look sucking it off of them --

"baby?" your voice brought him back to reality and he cleared his throat and looked back up at your eyes. "um, nothing important."

you sighed and put your piece of toast down. "jun, you wouldn't be so distracted if it wasn't important. come on, you can tell me!"

jun avoided eye contact as he swallowed, opening his mouth to speak then closing it again. he just couldn't find his words. "you'll make fun of me."

scoffing, you grabbed jun's hand and placed yours over his, rubbing at his knuckles. "i promise i won't."

"i wanna… try something with you. in the bedroom." he finally let his thoughts out, cheeks embarrassingly hot.

your lips quirked upwards out of curiosity. "yeah? i'm down."

"i haven't even told you what it is yet!" jun scoffed.

"well i'm down with anything as long as it's with you."

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the conversation you had in the morning was playing in your head all day. when you finally stepped inside your house after the grueling day at work, you let out a sigh of relief when you spotted your boyfriend was home.

"hey honey!" you called out as you made your way to jun, your arms wrapping around him. he snaked his around your waist, you didn't miss the smirk adorned on his lips. "'honey'? you're teasing me now."

you grinned and kissed him on the cheek, escaping from his hug. "maybe i am. you gonna do anything about it?"

he trapped you in his hold again, your back now pressed against his chest. jun's tongue slid up the nape of your neck, his breath hot and your whole body shivered.

"want you so bad..." he whispered, his breath and your gasps filling your ears as he started to kiss your neck, biting and sucking marks into it.

jun's hand crawled down your torso and down to your hips, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "take this off for me?"

you nodded and jun stepped back. the second your shirt was off he pounced back on you, hands now cupping your covered tits.

he kissed your upper chest as jun's hands found their way to the clasp of your bra, unclipping it and letting it slide down your body as he hesitantly pulls back. "do you wanna try it out now?"

"yes please, been thinking about it all day..."

jun giggles and leaves the room for a second, only to come back with a jar of honey and a can of whipped cream from the kitchen. "this is what i meant. if you don't want to, it's okay --"

you shushed him and took the whipped cream out of his hand, opening the cap and poured some cream into his mouth, immediately kissing him afterwards.

your tongue explored his mouth, licking up the whipped cream making him moan. "take yours off too.."

jun didn't hesitate to pull his shirt off and throw it to god knows where, his attention back on you and the whipped cream in your hand. "gonna use it more or can i have a turn?"

"uh-uh, be patient baby."

your sudden dominance made jun's body warm, gasped when he felt cream get sprayed on his nipples. "shit, i didn't expect you to be so into this."

you hummed as you leaned down and licked one nipple clean, jun's whimpers filled your ears. you moaned against his chest as you licked the other nipple clean, then you pulled back and sprayed whipped cream all the way down his stomach to his happy trail.

jun moaned loudly when you trailed your tongue down his abs, licking up every last bit of the cream and he watched your throat as you swallowed it.

"wanna use the honey on you. can i baby?" you asked him, fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants. "fuck, yes please!" jun groaned when he felt your other hand palm his crotch before you pulled his pants and boxers down.

"so hard already, my needy boy." you giggled as you reached for the honey. "wanted you all day, wanted this... god!"

you hands spread honey on his cock, pumping up and down. his back arched off the mattress as your thumb spread honey on his tip and your tongue immediately licked it off after. "oh fuck!"

your mouth wrapped around jun's cock, inching forward to take more of him in. the taste of the honey mixed with the taste of his dick made you moan around him, jun whimpering from the vibration.

he couldn't hold himself back as he pushed your head down deeper on his cock, making you gag around him. he pulled you up with your hair to let you breathe. "fuck my mouth."

those are the words he needed to hear before he basically slammed your head down on his cock, your gags just egging him on. drool started pooling at the base of his cock whenever he'd make you stay down there for a few moments and the excess honey was dripping down his thighs and onto the sheets by now.

when you tapped his thigh he pulled you back up and watched as honey and drool dripped from your lips, how tears threatened to spill from your eyes and he savored the fucked out expression on your face. "you look so fucking pretty right now, baby."

"junnie.. fuck me already, please i need you so bad. fuck me!" you begged as you picked up the jar of honey and poured more on his dick. "use this, please..."

"oh fuck, baby. you really are into this aren't you?" jun teased as he helped you take your underwear off, his tip now grinding on your clit.

you grinded back, desperate for him to just fill you up. you sighed in relief when he finally pushed inside you. "that's my good girl. take my honey covered cock."

jun whispered filth into your ears as he bottomed out, not giving you a break before he started to relentlessly fuck into you. "oh please, junnie --"

you were interrupted with his fingers being shoved into your mouth. "suck." jun commanded. you obliged, your tongue wrapped around the digits.

they were covered in honey and you moaned in delight. when jun's cock found your g-spot you cried out around his fingers and jun smiled wickedly, thrusting into that spot over and over again. his free hand slid down your body and made its way to your clit.

the stimulation was too much and jun took his digits out of your mouth to hear your noises. "i'm gonna cum!" you whimpered, his ministrations on your clit never ending.

"cum for me pretty, cum on my cock," jun breathed out. "oh fuck! i'm so close too."

"oh jun! jun, jun, jun! cum with me, please!" you cried his name like a mantra as you came on his dick, your pussy clenching around him making his hips stutter.

like clockwork, jun came straight after you, his warmth filling your hole. his body collapsed onto you, both of you panting.

"thank you for trying that with me baby." he whispered as he pulled out, watching as his cum mixed with the honey dripped out of you. "next time, you gotta eat me out with the honey."

"before we think of next time, let's take a shower." jun laughed as he got up, helping you to the bathroom.

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greensimp · 11 months

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Gyutaro falling in love with a pregnant S/O - with no husband or whose husband left her - and adopting her child as his? 🥺

I love this idea! I'm already doing a fic where the child is biologically his, but it would definitely be more realistic for Gyutaro to acquire a child through adopting one. Whether he'd actually do that or not is irrelevant, anything can happen in fanfiction >:)

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Cannon!Gyutaro x Pregnant!Reader

TW: implied/referenced sex work, foul language A/N: Headcannon-ish format, but more detailed than the average one. Reader is obviously AFAB.

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You live in Rashamon. Like most girls in the entertainment district, you did what you could to survive. And, well, that meant doing a lot of unsavory things.

It was an inevitability that you’d end up pregnant, but unlike many women who do in your town of origin, you were determined to give your baby a good life.

You had no idea who the father was, but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t be much help anyway.

You decided to beg for a place in one of the many houses of Yoshiwara, but you were unsurprisingly shot down at the door once you mentioned you were with child. At least, until you arrived at the Kyogoku house.

Much to your surprise, you were given a place in the house in exchange for your services as a house maid. While you weren’t required to take clients, you were expected to work a lot. That included assisting the Oiran with her many dress changings throughout the day.

This is how you’d catch the attention of Gyutaro.

At first, he’d be indifferent to your existence, only occasionally listening in to your conversations with Daki from within her body. You aren’t the first poor girl to tend to his sister, and you most certainly wont be the last.

However, something you mentioned one day would cause him to shift a bit.

You were from Rashamon.

It was a simple response to a prompt from Daki, but the way you said it tugged at a long-forgotten part of his brain.

Soon, he’d ask you questions vicariously through his sister, much to her annoyance.

The more he learned about your situation, the more interested he would become.

Around the 6-month mark of your pregnancy, it was evident that you were becoming unfit to work like how you’ve been doing. So, you were allowed more bedrest.

You absence did not go unnoticed by Gyutaro, who at this point had been technically talking to you for about 3 months through his sister.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he was beginning to care about your progress.

It would frustrate him to no end. To the point where Daki would forcefully eject him for writhing around so much.

“You need to take out this crap somewhere else, brother! Or else I’ll just eat the bitch and say she ran off-“

Oh he didn’t like that.

One stone cold glare was enough to confirm Daki’s suspicions.

She couldn’t believe her brother was beginning to care about a human. How bothersome.

“Fine, go show yourself to her, then. I’m sure she’ll just jump all over you looking like that.”

He’d indignantly storm off to go and vent, but he wasn’t very careful about it because the second he stepped out of the door he bumped right into you.

You’d yelp in surprise and begin to fall, but he’d panic and catch you before you hit the ground.

You’d seen him.

This was bad.

You’d look up at him in surprise, instantly taking notice of the unnatural bodily proportions and eye color. However, you wouldn’t start screaming or try to run away. In fact, you’d stare.

Daki would immediately try to trap you in her belt, as now you’d know too much, but Gyutaro would squash it with his foot in anger and fear.

“Brother! She saw you! I can’t let her just walk away!”

He wouldn’t understand it, but he’d feel this overwhelming urge to protect you.

“Don’t you dare.”

Daki would be pissed. Pissed and betrayed that he’d choose the well-being of a random woman over his own sister. Had these past 100 years meant nothing?!

“What has gotten into you! She’s just a human!”

You’d just be standing awkwardly behind the strange demonic entity that was suddenly hellbent on protecting you from your Oiran, who was supposedly the sister of said demonic entity. You’d think this was some kind of weird fever dream.

“Wh-what’s going on?!”

Gyutaro would snap his gaze to you, the way his face softened sending a strange tingly feeling through your stomach.

Gyutaro, on the other hand, would be extremely conflicted. There’s this pregnant human woman he, for whatever reason, grew attached to, and his beloved sister. Would he be able to make some kind of dynamic work with you two? One where you can co-exist?

He’d pick you up in a panic and bolt down the hall, leaving Daki scrambling to catch him with her Obi. She was too slow, though.

Wouldn’t this be a funny story to tell years from now. Your child’s adoptive father kidnapping you from his own sister. Well, that actually is what happened, but we won’t talk about it very often for Daki’s sake (she’s very embarrassed).

Anyway, back to running away.

He’d run with you like a bat out of hell straight out of Yoshiwara.

You’d, of course, be stressed the hell out, so he’d have to make the supernatural speed part of the escape a short-lived venture.

He’d set you down before pacing around you and mumbling to himself, neurotically scratching at his skin until he bled.

Out of worry, you’d grab his arm to snap him out of it, telling him that it was bad for him. Of course, when he began to actively regenerate before your eyes, you shot your hand back and stared in awe.

“Y-you’re a demon, aren’t you?”

Shit shit shit shit he didn’t know what to do. Perplexingly enough, however, you wouldn’t act scared.

You felt as though this man had good intentions, and… well… he did look a lil’ pretty… okay very pretty.

“Does… does that not freak you out?”

You’d place your hands on your tummy in thought, the sight of which made an unexpected wave of butterflies shoot through his stomach.

“Well… maybe a little… I don’t really know much about them other than they eat people. Although, I feel like if you were going to eat me, you would have done it already…”

He didn’t know if he liked your blind trust in him or not. Of course, HE knew his intentions were not to hurt you, but how would YOU know that?

Turns out, you would just be really good at reading people. It saved your life a lot when you lived in Rashamon, that fact eventually dawning on Gyutaro in the future.

Gyutaro would finally get to genuinely talk to you on that night. And boy did you two talk.

He learned more than he probably should have for you having just met him hours before.

He would learn that you yearned for a little home in the mountains away from Yoshiwara so you could raise your child without the threat of the dangerous men that plagued your childhood. That was why you were working so hard even though you were supposed to be resting.

The more you indulged in his questions, the more he wanted to give you what you wanted. Your resolve to break your familial cycle of sex work and thievery for a life of peace for your baby only deepened his feelings for you. You weren’t pathetic. You weren’t selfish. You deserved more than this place. You deserved what he and his sister never received.

After convincing Daki to not kill you, he’d visit you in your room every night for hours at a time.

Eventually, he’d do it. He’d be unable to ignore that he’d actually fallen in love with you. He was physically unable to hurt you in any way. Intentionally at least. The mere thought of you bleeding or crying for help would send him into a panic attack. It would be quick, awkward even, but he’d grab you by the cheeks and kiss you.

And you’d kiss back. Why wouldn’t you? He’d become a rock in your life before you had even realized it. You were looking forward to his visits. He’d always bring you gifts and food, it was so obvious he was trying to court you.

After he’d confess, he would secretly set off into the night after you fall asleep to work on a special present for you.

What is this present?

Well, he wouldn’t be done with it until right before you were due to give birth, but he managed with a little help from Daki.

He’d blindfold you and gently carry you into the night, not allowing you to peek.

Once he’d arrive at his destination, he’d set you down and ask you to close your eyes, which you would do.

Then, when he’d tell you to open them, you’d burst into tears.

A little house…

It would overlook a beautiful clearing in the forest where a river full of fish would cut through it. It would never flood, because it was on a hill. You’d never go hungry, because the land was fertile. You’d never have to worry about muggers or assaults from creepy men ever again.

You would bawl into his chest and thank him a million times.

You were forever in his debt, but he’d never ask anything of you. Your love was enough for him.

The house was quaint, and you barely got through the little tour he gave you until you reached the nursery.

That’s where you swear you could have fainted.

“You thought about them?”

“Of course.”

“Does… does this mean you….”

You wouldn’t be able to finish before bursting into a fit of sobs again.

But he knew what you meant.

“If you’ll let me…”

He’d adopt the baby as his own.

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