#[[ love how this entire list is . friend . lover. hm. lover. lovers .

[beloveds-embrace]

can we get Duchess reader yearning for a baby of her own 🥺 imagine there was a Ball in the neighboring kingdom and Duchess!Reader and Duke!Price was invited, celebrating the birth of the Kingdom’s new heir, a baby boy on her fellow Duchess’s arms.

And reader coos at the baby while masking the deep ache in her heart thinking that it’ll be so impossible to have a baby with her husband due to him and his lovers 😢

cue to Duchess!Reader having a heavy heart through out the entire event and even the days after that, until one of our boys asks her what wrong.

(And John having to hold Johnny back bc that nasty dog has been waiting to get his paws on her since forever)

Oh my god yes??? Anon i could smooch your brain right now yes??? This is so good i love it. Sorry for the abrupt ending though, had no idea how to finish it off 😔

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“Such an adorable little one,” you coo softly, the newborn held delicately and carefully in your arms, swaddled in the baby blue blankets you and John had bought among your other gifts for your fellow Duke and Duchess. “He looks so much like you, I’m in awe.”

Your friend laughs lightly, sipping on her drink. With a soft sigh, she leans closer towards you. The party is in full swing, so many other nobles mingling and networking, but thankfully you and your friend have your own little corner for now and everyone has already congratulated her and her husband.

“So,” she begins, her eyes flickering towards where both of you two’s husbands are speaking. The smiles on their faces are clearly happy, though you aren’t surprised; John had mentioned that he’s already friends with the Duke during the carriage ride. “So. What about you and Duke Price, hm? Any surprises we should prepare for?”

Ah. You had been dreading this.

You sigh, shaking your head. Though the smile returns as you gaze at the napping baby, so small and precious in your arms. With you friend’s permission, you gently kiss his tiny little fists. “Not at all. We are happy as we are.”

And it’s not as if you are lying by any means, oh no. You are happy. Life as Duchess was far, far much better than you had expected it’d be, a lot less restrictive than you had prepared for it to be.

But…

You can’t lie to yourself. You’ve been feeling a sense of discontent from the very second you stepped into the gala venue. Perhaps for even longer, though it hadn’t been especially felt until this moment. Not until you held this baby in your arms.

You want a baby, too, you had realized. Motherhood. A child all yours, calling you momma and toddling into your arms. You had been unable to stop yourself from feeling the little bud of jealousy towards your friend, because you knew you’d likely never experience such a thing due to your unique situation.

John has his own partners whom he loves. You weren’t among that list, and you didn’t particularly enjoy the idea of having sex with another man with the potential risk of your parents, or anyone else, asking for a paternity test because you know someone would ask. Your mother, probably; she was always warning you not to whore yourself out, and your father didn’t even need to say anything-

“My dear?”

John’s concerned voice pulls you out of your thoughts, his hand gentle on your elbow, and it’s only then you realize you had been staring down at the baby with such sadness, so not befitting of such a beautiful gala. So you shake your head, clearing your thoughts, and turn to him and your friend's husband.

When the baby squirms, you coo softly and hand him back to your friends, gentle and careful. That's when you turn to John, giving him a simple smile. "Yes, Your Grace?"

The worry remains on his face, less visible however, and his eyes look over you carefully. Your friends are too busy with their son and showing him off to care about what you two are saying in the corner he’s led you to. "Are you alright?”

As if you’d ever tell him what the issue is. You don’t want to make John feel pressured into this, of all things. You’d rather be divorced than do so, and that should speak volumes on its own.

It’s a silly want, anyways. You have everything you could possible need right now, married and stable. You aren’t about to ruin it with your own two hands.

So you nod your head, and brush away all thoughts of a little baby cradled in your arms. “Yes, I am. I was just lost in thought. Shall we return to the party?”

John observes you for a few seconds more, and then he sighs and nods. “Very well. Would you do me the honor of this dance, my dear Duchess?”

Between the dazzling lights and John’s arms, you can almost forget the lingering desire.

But over the next few days after the gala, it becomes clear to John- to all your the men that something is terribly bothering you. There is a lingering sadness around you so profound even your maids have sensed it, wondering if perhaps you and the Duke have finally had your first fight… but he looks even more more worried and confused than them. You weren’t mad at anyone, that much he could tell, but he didn’t understand the heartache plaguing you.

“…are you sick, my lady?” Kyle asks you one day, placing down a tray of fresh desserts. Your favorites, all made by Johnny himself, yet you barely flick a look towards it.

“Not at all. Thank you, Kyle, but I’m afraid I can’t eat anything at the moment.” Your reply is soft, patient, as it always is, but the furrow in your brows remain and your frown deepens. Kyle hates it. He hates it so, so much. You’ve even stopped taking your usual break-walks, staying inside your room and asking for nothing in particular.

“My lady,” he presses on, voice softer. Comes to stand close to you, and holds his elbow out. “Maybe a walk, then? You look tired. Some sun might do you good- or a picnic? I can pack the desserts and-”

You avoid his eyes and look away, shaking your head. “Thank you, but my answer’s the same, Kyle. I’d just… like to be left alone, please. Could I trouble you to also inform John I won’t be joining him for dinner tonight?”

You are simply glad you managed to hide the little paper you’d been writing on before he came in. Baby names, for the babies you’d never have. It certainly didn’t help make your mood better, but you couldn’t help yourself. Looking at John, or any of them, also made you feel guilty anew.

“…not a problem, my lady. I’ll leave the desserts here for you just in case.”

Several days later, it’s Johnny who comes to you. You are alone in the conservatory, trying hard to get over this stupid, lingering feeling. It’s silly, you know it is, but… ugh.

Johnny says nothing even when you call his name out with a questioning tone, and much to your shock, he kneels down to take your hands in his. It’s so wholly inappropriate, and you look around in fear of anyone seeing.

“No one’s around, m’lady,” Johnny shakes his head, not letting your hands go yet.

“Johnny-“

“No one’s around.” He repeats, firmly, and his eyes gaze at you. “M’lady. Have we made ye angry? Has anyone made you upset? Is my food not to your liking?”

“Johnny…” you sigh, shaking your head. Inwardly, you scold yourself for bothering everyone like this. This should have been your issue alone to solve and hide. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just need some time alone, in general.”

“But why-“

“No particular reason.” You quickly cut him off, gently pulling your hands away. “Please, Johnny. I’ll get better soon, promise. But I just… need time.”

But the desire, the longing, still remains. You can’t even confide in anyone, so you also feel painfully lonely on top of everything else. John is still searching, still trying to find what or who’s made you like this, but not even your closest maids are of help.

Still, while you wished to wallow your misery away in your rooms and office, you didn’t have much choice when you’d received an invitation to the opera troupe funded by the Price duchy; making an appearance was a must, and unfortunately John had a very important meeting that day so Simon is the one to accompany you.

“You’ve been sad lately.” Simon doesn’t beat around the bush, all the lights focused on the stage so you are both draped in shadows, hidden from sight.

You turn to him, a refusal on your lips already-

“No.” He shakes his head. “You aren’t just tired, Duchess. You are sad. Everyone can see it, and it’s making us worried. All of us.” He adds, not letting you latch onto your usual excuse. Performance ignored, his entire attention is on you.

And you are just- too tired. Ashamed of yourself, you sigh.

“It’s awful of me…” your whisper, bottom lip quivering. “I-… I want a baby, Simon.” You admit, so softly and quietly you don’t look at his reaction to see if he’d even heard you in the first place. You shouldn’t be telling him of all people your issues, but- you can’t help yourself. “A child. I want to experience motherhood, but- I don’t, I refuse to put such a burden on John, or get in the way between all of you again-“

You ramble on, not meeting his eyes. Your hands are tembling around the mask you’d taken off, holding it in your lap.

Simon?

Simon can’t take his eyes off your stomach. You. You, pregnant; swollen and glowing with a child. Maybe children, even. Their children. His. He can’t believe this is what has had you so upset for so long; did you think they- John- would say no to you?

“Darling, ” The nickname slips out; he couldn’t help himself. He is glad the no one is paying attention to them, in the higher rows. Simon laces your pinkies together, raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, silencing your worried rambling. “Darling. Let us return home. Staying here isn’t doing you any good. Tonight, I want you to let Kyle spoil you with a warm bath, and for you to eat and then sleep. Rest. Tomorrow, we’ll speak. I’ll inform the troupe leader you weren’t feeling too well.”

“I- I… speak about what? What?”

Simon simply ushers you out, to the awaiting carriage. He doesn’t answer any of your questions, even when you pout and the it makes your lipstick glisten to prettily, though if you can feel that his hands are inappropriately tight around your waist, you simply blame it on your tightened corset.

At home, you are still confused. Simon is acting off, staring at you with a look that makes you all flustered, but you don’t protest when Kyle gently leads you away.

You’ll get your answers tomorrow, you are sure. But in the meantime…

“She wants a baby, John,” Simon groans, repeating the words again. His jacket is thrown off to the side, sleeves rolled up his elbows. Even from here, he can see how John eyes them appreciatively. “A baby, John. Seeing her pregnant-“

Another groan, but the one comes from between John’s thighs. Johnny, hands tied behind his back with Simon’s belt because the second he found out what the issue he was so, so ready to go and beg you to let him fix it. A bairn is what you want, a bairn is what he’ll give you- chunky, adorable, and hopefully looking like you.

John had to hold him back, though. He wants nothing more than to do the same, kiss you breathless and promise he’ll give you as many as you want, but he also knows you need a clear, rested head before he speaks with you.

The thought of seeing your pregnant, though, has his fist tightening in Johnny’s hair.

“I know. Fuck, I know, Si. Tomorrow, I’ll speak to her.”

[enchiiridion]

PAST RELATIONSHIPS

Volo has met ( angered, befriended, and more ) very many individuals in his life. This is a small list of some notable past relations he's had.

ELMINSTER ( of Shadowdale ) AUMAR; his first, wisest, and accidental friend. When Volo began writing his Guide to All Things Magical, Mystra assigned Elminster with the job to keep him in check-- for the most part. He's not technically allowed to stop Volo, but he does get angered and annoyed by them pretty often. Over the years, he's turned Volo into a frog, a statue, and a statue of a frog on multiple occasions, sometimes for months or years at a time. More recently, these occurrences are a lot rarer, because Elminster has grown fond of him and his whimsical nature. Since Mystra made Volo into a Weave Anchor ( and technically a Chosen ), Elminster has had to keep a close eye on him. Whenever Volo ventures out for research, Elminster will often tag along or watch distantly. When they're apart, they write to each other frequently, even if most of their subject matter is about Volo's upcoming books.

RAVITHARA ( and her son, Emmeros ) SILMERHELVE; his first long-lasting relationship. While researching the wealth sources of one of the many noble families in Waterdeep, Volo came into contact with Ravithara. She would occasionally work as his informant, but the two grew infatuated with each other and it wasn't long before it turned out she was going to have his baby. While Volo would've loved nothing more than to run away with her, her family would forever hunt them, and he went missing for a time ( part of that was because a wizard turned him into a bird and forced him to fly into walls for a few weeks ). Any time he has the chance to in Waterdeep, he takes the time to visit both her and Emmeros. They've fallen out of love, but still care for each other deeply. Sometimes, when Volo is short on coin, Ravithara will offer him some ( but he's always declined ). Elminster says Emmeros looks an awful lot like Volo ( but also if the Silmerhelve family ever found out, Volo was practically dead ).

SA'SANI; his first rejection ( kind of ). While working with a merchant company near Neverwinter, he fell in love with Sa'Sani. She disliked him heavily, and often had very cold and dry responses to his advances, so he didn't push it ( despite still being attracted to her ). During their time working together, she did a blood ritual with him; it would increase his alcohol tolerance greatly ( so he often faked inebriation ), but unbeknownst to him, she could drain his life force to return to life if she ever died. An odd side-effect has been that Sa'Sani will occasionally hear Volo's thoughts randomly. It allowed her to keep tabs on his whereabouts, but she inadvertently fell in love with his genuine naivety and aloofness, despite originally being annoyed with him.

NANTHÉ RYDDORN; his most daring rescue. At the time, Volo had been researching underground smugglers and rings. However, he caught the nasty attention of some smugglers in Suzail-- through some daring luck, he had saved Nanthé, a war wizard working undercover to help uncover this exact smuggling ring. She was charmed by Volo, despite calling them a 'loathsome worm', and mentioned he had a 'unique musk' ( which she quite liked ). She offered him a few drinks in return for saving him, and they grew a budding friendship. During Volo's visits to Suzail, they would occasionally meet to catch up, share drinks, and sleep together. Because of her, Volo invested in a few properties in Suzail, finding excuses to go and visit her often. Sa'Sani considers Nanthé as a good ally to Volo and doesn't fear any sort of "competition" between each other for Volo's affections ( to this day, she has yet to inform him that she returns the feelings ).

FLOON BLAGMAAR & RANEAR NEVEREMBER; his first polycule. While visiting Ravithara and Emmeros one night, Volo employed Floon ( who was a sex worker at the time ) for his company when he'd felt particularly lonely. The next evening, he met Ranear, and in a haze mistook him for Floon. In conversation, he found out that the two were actually friends, and thought it would be nice to join them for drinks that night. Floon and Ranear were already together, but found themselves infatuated with Volo's nature. Ranear already had issues with his family being hostile towards Floon ( first for being a man, second for being a sex worker ), but he had additional problems if he were to be involved with Volo ( not just for also being a man, but due to the reputation he's garnered ). This was resolved during W:DH, and they would occasionally travel together whenever Volo is traveling for reasons outside of work. Neither Floon nor Ranear minded Nanthé's involvement with him, and neither did she. Sa'Sani generally dislikes them, but is starting to warm up to them the more of Volo's thoughts that she hears.

[kckt88]

Take My Breath Away VI.

Summary:

A new Targaryen is born.

Warning(s): Swearing, Angst, Child Birth, Complications, Choices, Threats of Murder.

Word Count: 3111

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @a-beaverhausen, @ammo23, @immyowndefender, @watercolorskyy, @toodlesxcuddles

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Some dialogue/scenes from Dynasty have been reused.

Seeing Vaeryna wife grow round with their child gave Aemond a sense of happiness that he’d never known before. He marvelled how her body changed and the feeling of their babe moving was something he would never forget.

The mood swings however were something else entirely.

Sometimes Vaeryna would scream and cry at him whenever she felt uncomfortable, she would rage and order him to stay away from her, only for her to come to him in floods of tears and drag him back to their chambers and beg him to fuck her.

Often there were times where she would wordlessly sink to her knees and tear open his breeches, only for her to stuff his cock down her throat and torture him as she sucked and licked his hard cock until she’d milked every last drop of seed from him.

Quite the predicament, that of course his brother Aegon found extremely amusing.

“You do realise that she’s already with child. You don’t need to keep sticking it in her all the time” said Aegon smirking.

“That makes a change from your orders to bed her every night or they’ll be consequences”.

“Well, it’s different now, she’s actually with child” replied Aegon.

“I just can’t help myself. Seeing her belly round with my child, knowing that it’s my seed that’s taken root. Drives me mad with desire” replied Aemond honestly.

“Drives your wife mad with desire too from what I’ve heard” said Aegon.

“Hm” muttered Aemond.

“Heard she was ordering you not to touch her anymore, only for her to find you training with Ser Criston and without skipping a beat she dragged you back to your chambers and neither of you were seen for the rest of the day” laughed Aegon.

“I had my husbandly duties to perform” retorted Aemond.

“We all know how seriously you take duty little brother” exclaimed Aegon.

Aemond rolled his eye and turned to face Vaeryna who was sitting with Jaehaera in the gardens, they were singing some kind of nursery rhymes.

It made Aemond’s heart burst, just simply watching how Vaeryna was with his niece, she would be such a good mother.

“He will be so pretty” said Jaehaera.

“Who?” asked Vaeryna.

“The babe” replied Jaehaera as she placed her little hand on Vaeryna’s round stomach.

“Oh, so he’s definitely a boy then” mused Vaeryna.

“Yes, he will look a lot like uncle Aemond, but he will be sweet like you”.

“How do you know that?” asked Vaeryna curiously as she stroked Jaehaera’s soft silver hair.

“I have dreams-I saw him flying on a dragon with uncle Aemond” replied Jaehaera.

“On Vhagar?”

“No, he will fly my mama’s dragon” said Jaehaera.

“Dreamfyre” exclaimed Vaeryna, placing a hand on her stomach as she felt the babe kick.

“Yes, they will be good friends”.

“Will you be ok with that?” asked Vaeryna.

“Dreamfyre loved my mama very much, but she’s sad and all alone. Dragons shouldn’t be lonely”.

“No, they shouldn’t” said Vaeryna softly.

“Besides the others will fly too”.

“Others?” mused Vaeryna.

“Your other children-silly” said Jaehaera.

“How many others?”

“Seven, one for each of the gods” replied Jaehaera in a sing song voice.

“I don’t think that’s accurate” gasped Vaeryna, not knowing if she should feel horrified or not.

“I saw them all, even the boy surrounded by snow” replied Jaehaera.

“The boy surrounded by snow?” asked Vaeryna.

“Yes-the boy with the wolf, don’t worry auntie Ryna, I won’t tell anyone” whispered Jaehaera.

“Jae-“ said Vaeryna nervously.

“It’s ok, I promise I won’t tell-” muttered Jaehaera.

“-Promise you won’t tell what?” asked Aemond.

Vaeryna looked at Jaehaera who smiled sweetly and patted the grass next to her. Aemond smiled as he sat down next to his niece.

“The seven” muttered Jaehaera.

“T-The seven?” asked Aemond furrowing his brow.

“All the children were going to have, Jae said she saw them in a dream” replied Vaeryna.

“One for each of the gods” said Aemond smiling.

“That’s exactly what Jae said-you don’t seriously want seven children” gasped Vaeryna.

“I don’t know, might be interesting. Who knows” replied Aemond shrugging.

“Your not the one that will have to give birth to them” snapped Vaeryna.

“No, but I’m sure I’ll have fun making them” said Aemond smirking.

“Your such an arse-honestly, no way am I birthing seven babes” muttered Vaeryna shifting uncomfortably as the babe currently inside her began to kick.

“Yes, you will” cheered Jaehaera as she picked up a ladybird from the grass and took it to the bushes.

“Thank you for listening to what she says, usually people either don’t understand or they think she’s mad” whispered Aemond.

“I would never think such a thing” replied Vaeryna taking Aemond’ hand and placing it on her stomach.

“The child is very active today” muttered Aemond.

“Indeed, he kept me awake most of the night” replied Vaeryna.

“If your tired, let me escort you back to our chambers, if you cannot sleep, then you should rest” said Aemond as he stood up and offered his hand to Vaeryna.

“Ready and pull” exclaimed Vaeryna as Aemond hauled her off the floor.

Vaeryna brushed the grass of her skirts and smiled at Aemond who was gazing at her with such fondness, that it made her blush.

“-And where are you two sneaking off to, not more marital duty?” asked Aegon.

“My wife is tired, so I’m taking her to rest, is that ok with you” snarked Aemond.

“Of course, the health of my heir is important” said Aegon as he reached out to lay a hand on Vaeryna’s stomach, but she stepped away.

“Do that again and you’ll lose it” snapped Vaeryna.

Aegon didn’t answer, he simply smiled and watched with mild curiosity as Aemond wrapped an arm around Vaeryna’s back and guided her inside the Red Keep.

Aemond didn’t know how much longer he could stand listening to Vaeryna’s pained wails, as he paced back and forth outside their closed chamber door.

Vaeryna’s labours had begun during the night and Aemond had been ushered out of their chambers, as a flurry of Maesters and midwives surrounded his wife.

“A-Aemond,” cried Vaeryna.

Aemond had been ordered to remain outside as the midwives claimed the birthing room was no place for a man, let alone a Prince of the realm.

“I want AEMOND” screamed Vaeryna.

Aemond couldn’t stand it anymore, so he took a deep breath and barged into his chambers.

“My prince. You should not be here. It is not proper” urged Maester Munkun.

“I don’t give a shit what’s proper. My wife needs me. I’m staying” snapped Aemond.

“B-But my Prince”

“Do not attempt to remove me again Maester, or I swear to the seven I will throw you out of that fucking window” shouted Aemond.

“P-Please. Aemond. I need you” sobbed Vaeryna.

“I’m here ābrazȳrys” (Wife) exclaimed Aemond as he knelt down beside the bed and took Vaeryna’s hand.

“It hurts so much Valzȳrys” (Husband).

“I know. But you can do this. I know you can” said Aemond, doing his best to reassure his wife.

“No, I can’t” wailed Vaeryna, grimacing in pain as a contraction ripped across her stomach.

“Yes, you can Issa prūmia. Squeeze my hand as much as you want” (My heart).

Maester Munkun instructed Vaeryna to take a deep breath and push.

“That’s it. Issa dōna, keep going” encouraged Aemond (My sweet).

Aemond had no idea how much time had passed since Vaeryna was instructed to push, even as the labour tired her, she kept going. Her red face covered in sweat and tears.

But it soon become clear that things were not progressing as they should, especially when Maester Munkun and the midwives were sharing looks of concern and began whispering to each other.

“W-What’s going on?” asked Aemond as one of the maid’s quickly left the room.

“My Prince, may I have a word” urged Maester Munkun.

Aemond nodded sharply and pressed a quick kiss to Vaeryna’s sweaty head before standing up and following the Maester.

“Unfortunately, My Prince, the babe isn’t coming and with every second that passes we risk losing them both” said Maester Munkun.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” gasped Aemond.

“You need to make a choice My Prince, there is a procedure we can perform to bring the babe out, but-“

Suddenly the door burst open and Aegon lumbered inside. He reeked of stale wine and his eyes were completely bloodshot.

“I received word that are complications?” asked Aegon.

The maid who had left the room, shrunk into the corner as Aemond glared at her, no doubt one of his brother’s little spies.

“Yes, Your Grace, I was just informing Prince Aemond that there is a procedure we can perform to bring the babe out”.

“Well then. Do it” urged Aegon.

“You must understand Your Grace, the mother would not survive such a procedure”.

“WHAT?” exclaimed Aemond.

“Would the babe live?” asked Aegon.

“There is a chance Your Grace” replied Maester Munkun.

“Well then, do it. I will not risk my heir-“

“-Aegon. No-” urged Aemond shaking his head.

“I am the King. You will perform that procedure” snarled Aegon desperately.

“A-Aemond” whimpered Vaeryna.

“Go on, get on with it” said Aegon waving his hand dismissively.

Aemond watched as the Maester rummaged around in his bag, before he pulled out a small sharp blade.

They were going to cut her open, she was going to die. No, he couldn’t lose her, not now.

With a ferocious roar of rage, Aemond surged forward and shoved the Maester away from Vaeryna.

“Have you lost your wits” yelled Aegon as he too was buffeted out of the way.

“You will not touch my wife” snapped Aemond as he stood over Vaeryna protectively.

“We can’t risk the babe, the Maester needs to-“

“I swear to the seven and every single god in old Valyria, if your obsession with having a male heir costs Vaeryna her life, I will slit your throat from ear to ear” raged Aemond his hand moving to the dagger at his hip.

“I am the King and-“

“That is my wife, and I will not have her butchered for the sake of a babe” said Aemond as he turned his back on Aegon and took Vaeryna’s hand.

“Aemond-what’s happening-I’m scared” sobbed Vaeryna.

“Your going to dig deeper than you ever thought possible and find the strength to deliver our babe. Now come on” muttered Aemond as he kissed Vaeryna’s hand.

“I-I can’t”

“Yes, you can. You are Vaeryna Targaryen, daughter of Rhaenyra and the Rogue Prince, you are the rider of the Cannibal the most feared dragon in all of Westeros. Now show everyone in this room why you are the true blood of the dragon” urged Aemond.

Vaeryna nodded slowly as she took a deep breath and pushed.

Never had Aemond seen anyone display the level of strength that Vaeryna currently displayed, she must have been exhausted but she didn’t give in.

“I-I don’t believe it, M-Maester the babe” exclaimed a midwife.

“That’s it Princess. I can see the babes head” said Maester Munkun.

“You can do it my love. That’s it. Keep pushing” urged Aemond, grimacing slightly as Vaeryna squeezed his hand tight.

“Keep going Princess. Your doing so well-“

“The head’s out. Now just wait until the next contraction and push”

Even though her strength was waning, Vaeryna took a deep breath and gave one last push.

Then an ear-piercing cry shattered the silence of the room. 

Aemond’s heart swooped at the sound, his lips parting in amazement as he watched Maester Munkun, cut the umbilical cord and quickly wrapped the babe in clean cloth.

Vaeryna whimpered next to him, her eyes shining with relieved tears. 

“Well, what is it?” asked Aegon.

“A boy. Your Grace” said Maester Munkun.

“My heir” shrieked Aegon excitedly as he held out his arms expectantly, but before the Maester could place the tiny squalling babe in the Kings arms, Aemond abruptly shoved Aegon aside and snatched his son from the Maester who made a rather hasty retreat.

Aemond passed the baby boy to Vaeryna who held the babe against her bare chest. Her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Aemond. Look, our son” gasped Vaeryna.

“He’s perfect” whispered Aemond in awe. His heart bursting with love at the sight of his newly born son in the arms of his wife.

“Jae was right, he looks like you” said Vaeryna happily.

The babe had a full head of silver hair, never in his life had Aemond ever seen so much hair on a babe.

“Would you like to hold him?” asked Vaeryna.

Even though he was nervous, Aemond nodded eagerly. His heart bursting with every single ounce of happiness and love as his son was placed in his arms.

“What’s the boy’s name?”

“The honour belongs to his father” muttered Vaeryna.

“Are you sure?” asked Aemond as his wife nodded slowly, Maester Munkun and the midwives were busying themselves with the delivery of the afterbirth and making sure Vaeryna was ok.

Aemond looked down at the small babe in his arms and smiled.

There was only one name he could think of. A name that he’d picked out after Vaeryna had told him that she was carrying his child.

“Rhaegar” whispered Aemond.

“I had thought to name him Aegon, after myself of course. He is my heir” said Aegon.

“He might be your heir, but I am his father and any decisions regarding him shall fall to me or his mother” snapped Aemond.

“Aemond your not being fair” argued Aegon.

“Get out of my chambers. You are fouling the air with your stench” snarked Aemond.

“You dare speak to me like that” exclaimed Aegon.

“I shall speak to you any way I please and if you don’t listen, I shall be adding Kingslayer to my repertoire”.

Aegon must have realised the seriousness in Aemond’s threat as he quickly vacated the room.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, but at last we can be alone”.

Vaeryna smiled widely, she had birthed their son, and gone through immeasurable pain, yet she had never looked more beautiful.

Aemond leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Vaeryna’s lips.

“Avy jorrāelan” whispered Vaeryna as her eyes began to close (I love you).

Aemond’s breath caught in his throat, she had never said that to him before. But she was clearly exhausted and needed to rest.

Long after the Maester’s and midwives had finished taking care of Vaeryna, and the maids had ensured there were clean sheets on the bed, Aemond cradled his son in his arms and simply watched over Vaeryna as she slept.

Never in his life had he been this happy.

Vaeryna slept on and off for almost two days before she regained some semblance of strength and energy.

A wet nurse had been helping to take care of Rhaegar and Alicent would often visit, of course still held a slight disdain for Vaeryna given her blatant rudeness, but there some modicum of care.

Aemond wondered if maybe his mother still harboured some warm feeling towards Rhaenyra and now that she was gone, she had come to care for Vaeryna as a way to make up for what had happened during the war.

What ever the reason, Aemond was glad for it. Despite his initial feelings towards Vaeryna when she first arrived, she had completely woven herself into his heart and breathed new life into every fibre of his being.

A soft knock at the door broke Aemond out of his reverie, he gentle placed Rhaegar in his cradle and opened the door to his chambers to find Aegon standing nervously in the corridor.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you” snarled Aemond as he went to close the door.

“No. Wait. Please brother just hear me out” begged Aegon.

Aemond really did contemplate slamming the door in his face, but he’d come here for a reason and judging from the red handprint marring his cheek, he’d been commanded by their mother.

“H-How is Vaeryna?”

“She’s sleeping, but she’s ok” replied Aemond bluntly.

“I-I wish to apologise for my actions. I was wrong”.

“You were willing to have my wife sliced open” retorted Aemond as he stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door shut.

“I-Its just the council kept going on about the importance of me having an heir, and I tried to suggest naming Jaehaera but they refused, saying they could in could conscious allow such a thing because of what happened with Rhaenyra and-“

“Well obviously, it would make us look like hypocrites, and would most likely incite another war” said Aemond sternly.

“The point is, I shouldn’t have said what I did”.

“You know the only reason you’re not dead, is that I do not wish to have our mother suffer the grief of losing another child, even if you are a wastrel” said Aemond.

“Ok I get it. I’m unworthy. Must you constantly remind me how much of a disappointment I am” muttered Aegon.

“No, I don’t think you get it at all” snarked Aemond.

“I didn’t even want the fucking crown in the first place, do you remember that. How I begged you to let me sail away and never return, yet they forced that fucking thing upon my head”

“You are the first-born son” replied Aemond.

“Our grandsire claimed crowning me would prevent a war, but it only succeeded in causing one. Was it all worth it Aemond, tell me brother, the people we’ve lost? Grandsire, Daeron, Helaena, both of my sons. Look at Vaeryna and the people she’s lost” said Aegon the tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

“No, it was not worth it” muttered Aemond.

“Our house has almost fell to ruin because people would rather see a man on the Iron Throne, we cannot carry on like this brother or else we will wither away and die”.

“You think I don’t know that. The whole reason you had me take Vaeryna to wife was so we could further our line” said Aemond.

"You love her though?"

"Yes I do. More than I've ever loved anyone" said Aemond.

“Do you think we’ll ever recover?” asked Aegon quietly.

“Only time will tell” replied Aemond as he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on.

“I am sorry you know I just-“

“I think in all honesty Aegon, it’s for the best that you stay out of my face for the next week. I can’t deal with your shit. I need to be there for Vaeryna and our son” said Aemond firmly.

“O-Ok” stammered Aegon.

“Goodbye. Your Grace” said Aemond as he opened the door to his chambers and disappeared inside, leaving Aegon standing alone.

[ancientgreecehistorynerd]

hi moottt how was ur day?

i have some bookish questions for u bc why not

-what is ur favourite genre of literature?

-what are your top 5 favourite books?

-what are your top 3 favourite authors?

-do you have a favourite book character? if so, who are they? (feel free to list more than one)

-what is your favourite romance trope?

-what do you like to see in a main character?

-what are your thoughts on queer literature?

-what is a bookish pet peeve you have?

-do you like to purchase books, borrow them, or read them online?

-do you often read books translated from other countries?

thats all for now :) have a nice day

hello! i’m doing okay in the middle of moving tho so stressful haha

help did i never answer this? i’m sorry i’m actually tumblr illiterate like crazy

My fav genre is probably hm… def fiction haha young adult and contemporary…? it said those were genres i’m so sorry i don’t know the names of them and i’m an anxious mess! but if it’s got gay people and mental illness i’ll take it. i like dystopian as well!

top five NOT IN ORDER LOL

-girl in pieces by kathleen glasgow

-solitaire by alice oseman

-radio silence by alice oseman

-the perks of being a wallflower by soeben chbosky

-blood of olympus by rick riordan

(they change all the time haha)

-for authors i would def say

-rick riordan

-alice oseman (obv)

-and hm i haven’t read more than one of glasgows books so possibly suzzanne collins maybe? AUGHH IM SO INDECISIVE! (i do have fav fanfic authors tho haha)

NICO DI ANGELO THE SON OF HADES AND WILL SOLACE THE SON OF APOLLO THEYRE FROM RICK RIORDANS GREEK DEMIGODS SERIES(S) AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE MY SPECIAL INTETEST THEIR COOL AS FUCK AND HE IS SO ME I AM SO THEM THEYRE MY EVERYTHING AND I LOVE THEM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF (wait that’s not a good comparison uhh) I LOVE THEM MORE THEN FOOD ITSELF 🗣️

as someone who is demiromantic i’ve got to say friends to lovers since nothing else makes sense in my mind haha other then that hurt/comfort and just being domestic are UGH love it! SUNSHINE X GRUMPY as well. I eat it up everytime.

i love when main characters are similar to me so mentally ill gay very sad etc etc lol but besides that i would say complex? i hate it when authors make “i’m so happy all the time” characters the main character like i need DEPTH where’s the FLAVOR. so i suppose just not being perfect?

there needs to be more of it lol. i’m loving how much of it is being made to day but tbh in my opinion some authors do it wrong… i love when being queer is a major part of a characters personality because well they’re proud! but it’s when an author makes the entire character based off of that with no other personality traits. sexualizing queer relationships too like…. yikes! would love to see some more aroace and genderqueer rep that isn’t just boy/nb/girl tho!

when endings are rushed! it’s terrible i remember i loved this one book when i was younger that had the og “i’m nothing like y’all” as the cover haha. i forget what it was called sorry! but there was a great story and then it ended with her friends saying “sorry for excluding you and they went on to win the state math fair!” what. YOU JUST HAD A FULLY FLESHED OUT STORY AND YOU DID THAT??? i’m sure nobody likes them but they especially piss me off. skipping over important scenes as well and just showing the aftermath! non floppy books. FIX ITTTTT. also tbh smut? i mean i don’t mind it but that’s what ao3 is for i’m fine with the smut where they don’t show it like in charlie and nicks first time in heartstopper where it’s just kinda vague but as soon as i see a dick beint described im OUT. and books that just are smut like dude there’s so many better things you could be writing about!

ngl i am a massive book purchaser. i used to get them all from the library but thennn i got a bookshelf and discovered what annotating is… i just love being able to go back on what i’ve read whenever i want! and the covers are pretty :)

no actually! i don’t think i ever have tbh? i think the only time that happened was when i translated an official nico di angelo short story from italian haha

thank you if you listened to my yap! also i’m so sorry i didn’t see this :( also if i already responded to this and i forgot you can just kill me please and thank you. also have a good day too so sorry i didn’t see this! :(

[crownedinmarigolds]

2 10 and 14 for noa💖💖

its-sixxers asked: #14 and #19 for Chloe and Noa! dahfkljdsfOUGH thank you guys so much!!! :0 <3

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? Noa - Noa was made to fit in a party for a tabletop game, but otherwise I had made her completely unaffiliated with the characters that surround her. I of course made her a family and such to have, but otherwise - nope she is whole cloth her own character! Khloe - Another character I made first and the world semi-bent around her. Khloe was made when my husband/ST mentioned wanting to run a game after I said I had a few conceptual ideas for characters I'd never done before! If anything - Khloe was a Thinblood to fit into the greater narrative but I had pretty much wanted her to be Thinblood to start with! 10. If they have a LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible with that person? Noa - Noa is her own person and personality and any LI I may have made for her tailored themselves. Haha! I think Nyth may be the closest thing she has to a "love interest" though they're not lovers in that sense. They are soul mates though. Her being a bit more quiet and a bit more romantic may be in reaction to Nythanel being more prominent in her story than he had been in previous incarnations, but otherwise - nope! Noa is not tailored to suit anybody in particular. Khloe - Khloe is the same, not tailored to anyone but instead the world is tailored to her. It's a fun indulgent game she's in! She may've grown more chaotic being with her love interest, but I think that's normal if you're dating someone a little wacky... you just become wacky yourself. 14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? Noa - Hm two things.... Noa is conservative as hell/repressed as well as a big macabre nerd. I feel like conservative covers a huge list of possible things, but essentially she likes to dress without exposing too much of herself, she holds back on ravenous desires... she doesn't necessarily mind other people being a bit more free, but she is staunchly sticking to whatever morals or code she has. She also in every iteration I make of her a big fan of the afterlife and macabre and death, so - conservative necromancer in pink! (That's three things actually ooops) Khloe - Khloe's two things are that she is firmly in the "if I don't do it who will" camp and extremely loyal. She is the doing it scared woman. She will run out in the middle of the fight if she has a way to combat whatever is going on because she knows that no one else could or would. She loves her friends and would die for their cause, even if it's revealed to her at the last second that she'd been lied to to get shit done. (Not by her friends per se, but what they serve? It's complicated.) 19. What is your favorite fact about your OC? Noa - My favorite fact about Noa is - after discussing with some friends over fun shipping things - she would actually be very forward if she likes you. I know, not very exciting, but I was thinking how she's been a rock the entire time I've had her when it's come to romance... but if she were actually trying to be with someone for real, she would be incredibly: "Are you flirting with me? Yes, I do like that you are. Come, dance with me. I want to spend time with you." Etc! Khloe - My favorite fact about Khloe is simply that she is me and she is dating my husband's sexy self insert so together he and I are giggling and having a great time both in game and out RP'ing Ralph and Khlo. :3Just lots of fun!! (Even if the high stress danger times!)

[itjazzbicch]

Boom Goes The Dynamite

Pairing:  Eddie Kingston x Fem Reader 

Summary: With the reader in being BCC, she is having a high point in her career and gets along with all of her fellow members, but one thing that worries her is that her lover, Eddie Kingston, has a bad past with the newest member, Claudio and she learns just how jealous he can get when he sees them interacting, but comes to know that they truly want each other...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (a bit of Angst, swearing)

Word Count: k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks @lilaviolet @eddie-kingstons-wifey

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Being in the Blackpool Combat Club was a great career decision. I was learning so much, bettering myself, and kicking ass with great friends of mine.

Seeing Claudio Castagnoli join was a surprise at first but I see why William chose him. There was no denying how phenomenal he was in that ring. Only one thing that was negative about this?

I wasn’t dating Eddie Kingston just yet, but we were very intimate and had a strong relationship already. It worried me because I had already seen how protective Eddie was of me and everyone knew how much he disliked Claudio.

Faith prevailed though. Having to partner up in blood and guts, they worked together and even hugged each other in the end.

It felt good in my soul and gave me hope that all could all get along and enjoy our time in AEW together.

We all had to stick together too with Chris Jericho still dragging this drama along, I got into a fight with Tay Conti and it was just a mess.

But one thing we all loved? Violence. We kicked ass like we always did and on Dynamite, we wrapped up our fun after Jon won his match against Brody King.

In the back, we went to go take photos and it went to show just how much heart was in BCC.

At first, they wanted to be all serious, then Yuta influenced us to take a photo of us in a line, hugging each other like we were going to prom.

I had no issues with it, being first in line with Claudio behind me.

“Smile bright,” Claudio wrapped his arms around me, his chest in my back then leaned back a little to follow the guys.

It made me laugh, smiling brightly for the camera and that was our last shot, pulling them all for a big hug:

“I know you all like to act all tough, but I love you guys.”

“Just don’t tell anybody,” Mox joked, having us all in a big laugh, but I noticed Mox’s eyes drifting away at something.

I really didn’t think anything of it, parting ways for the night and the only person on my mind at that time was Eddie.

Skipping my way down to his locker room, I was ready to give him the biggest, best hug because I knew how much Chris has been getting to him.

“Hey, Eddie!” I poked my head in the door, the smile on my face disappearing.

His anger could change the entire atmosphere in a room and in his locker room, the bad feeling was so strong and scary.

“Did something happen?” I wondered, stepping in to see him in his chair, angrily packing his bag.

“Why don’t you go and ask Claudio Hm?” He was throwing his boots into his bag, refusing to look at me, but the redness growing in his face was so visible, “Since you let him just hug all of you and sweet talk you.”

“Really, Eddie?” I scoffed; now I realized what Mox was staring at, “You know that it is NOTHING like that!”

“Sure didn’t look like it!” He snapped back, about staring a hole through me, “I saw how he was smiling and holding you! And you love him?!”

“Okay, now you’re just assuming shit!” I was getting just as angry as him, “I meant it as a whole. You know how good the combat club has been for me. We are a family!”

“I have never liked him and you know that,” He glares, “I was going to be the bigger man and set it aside. But nope! He crossed the line!”

“If he crossed the line, then why are you over here bitching at me?!” I was near tears, I knew that he was a hot head, but God it was frustrating, “You trust me, don’t you?”

It was rare for him not to respond and when he didn’t? It just made me even angrier, done with the situation.

“You know what, I’m not gonna entertain this. I’m gonna go hang with the guys tonight since you don’t want me anymore over something stupid! “

Since he liked to assume things, I did the same and fling the door open just for it to close.

Turning around, his kiss pushed my back into the door, pressing his body against mine and it calmed the both of us, leaving us panting when he picked his head up.

Staring into his eyes, I could tell it was his insecurities that were speaking for him and as hard as it was for him to admit, he said softly:

"I know it wasn't you alright? I just-"

"Eddie, look at me," I held his head up straight so I could say into his eyes, "If I didn't want you. I wouldn't be here right now. I'm not a liar."

"I know you're not and neither am I," He stared back, getting off his chest, "And I know what to do."

I just gave him a look, curious as to what he meant and his next kiss said it all, especially when he pulled me into a deep, strong embrace, bringing me away from the door and pressing against my lips:

"Every man in this world will know to back off when they know that you're my girl. You are my girl, Y/N."

"Don't want to be anyone else's, Eddie," I meant wholeheartedly, holding his face and kisses, going off like dynamite and seeing something new.

His eyes, hands, and motives all screamed possessiveness, but it was all from the heart. Every touch of our lips was like an explosion, let alone how quickly our clothes disappeared and scattered around the room, needing a moment while laying back and giving myself to him.

I never expected our first time to be like this, but it was still as magical as I thought of it in my head. For a man who didn't like his body, I loved him from head to toe, fixed on the size of his cock when his chest collided with mine.

"Something wrong?" He looked down then up into my eyes and I quickly shook my head, pushing the gas pedal with another kiss:

"I just want you, Eddie."

"Like that?" I let him have his moment to be cocky and confident as he rightfully earned it, having me moaning his name already with the stretch his cock gave in me, already holding on to him tightly:

"All of you. If I'm your girl, you're my man."

"Damn right, baby," He kissed, helping ease the feeling of his cock burying into me, grinding his hips against mine, smiling at every noise I made.

Not needing the talk, I needed to feel how good he was and how good he was making me feel. Having to savor it as I longed for it for quite some time. He lived up to my every expectation, better than anything I ever could have thought of.

"See that?" He rose up for a moment, seeing how much length of his cock was left despite feeling so full, two fingers slapping my clit and having me squeal, gasping at how even fuller I felt, his hips slamming back into mine, fingers still rubbing my clit and about making me stupid along with his thrust, watching him, "That pussy's mine."

"God, yes" I whined, squeezing my eyes shut tight, rattling down to the bone, moisture audible and growing, pulling some dirty thoughts out of me too, "Keep beating it, Eddie!"

"You like the way I beat it, huh?" His laugh was so bad but sexy, seeing me this way putting him in a world of his own and taking me right along with it, "All that squeezing already told me, baby."

"You're just so damn good," My nerves burned so hot that it had my body curling, beginning to sit up from it, till he took my wrists and pinned me down, bodies sticking together and hips rocking together, growing faster in tempo.

Even though it was our first time, he just knew, kissing along my chin and jaw, rising our hips out so he could pound even deeper and giving it harder, dying to have this feeling for the first time:

"Gonna let me feel you cum? Gonna cum all over my dick?"

"All over it," I knew how the talk made him work harder and it gosh, it drove me wild, taking me to a place I was positive that only he could take me, the snap in my core having me grow frantic though, leaning my hands down to interlock with his, squeezing for dear life as my legs latched around his hips, crying out, "I'm cuming, Eddie!"

He took my hands in his and squeezed back just as hard, thrusts slowing but kept fucking me right through my massive orgasm, slicking both our thighs and having his cock soaked, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing against my moaning mouth:

"Fuck, Y/N. That's fucking amazing."

"Amen to that," I tried to kiss back, having him laughing a little at how my head dropped, finally managing to breathe with his thrusts slowing down.

Pulling me into his arms, letting our bodies rest and feel, I was never in a better place, proud to be his girl and reminding him once again, but more playfully:

"Definitely don't want another man after that."

"Won't get it good like I give it, baby," He smiled against my cheek and laughed at me again:

"Amen, Eddie. Amen." 

[ikehoe]

Love Bug [Ikemen Prince][Leon Dompteur][Fluff]

Characters ↬ Leon Dompteur x F!Reader

Rating ↬ General

Tags ↬ Fluffy fluff fluff!

Warning ↬ Mentions of Menstrual Cramps, Reader has a bad day in general

Description ↬ Count on your boyfriend, the fourth Prince of Rhodolite, Leon Dompteur, to be the thing that cheers you up after everything goes wrong in your day.

A/N ↬  Hi friends, I'm sorry for being MIA. My life hasn't gotten much less hectic, but I want to pick up writing again so here's a fluffy fic for a dear friend, @devildomwritersposts.

Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games. 

Wordcount ↬ 1k

Tag List ↬ @and-then-she-died-tm @kpop-and-otome @curious-skybunny @lordsister @aquagirl1978 @kleeps @ikesimp100 @chaosangel767 @rhodolitesroseforclavis @themysticalbeing @randonauticrap @violettduchess

Few things in the world could cheer you up when you were in a mood as terrible as the one you were in right now. The downward tug of your bottom lip formed a pout that could rival that of the most temperamental child. Not even the trays laden with sweets that Rio had brought in could improve your mood. It wasn’t just that your day had been bad – it’d been terrible. First, it started off with one of the most frustrating Rhodolitian political affair lessons that Sariel had ever given you. Then, it only got worse when you accidentally spilled piping hot tea on your hand during your regular tea party with Yves. Finally, the darioles you’d been poring over for the entire afternoon turned out absolutely terrible. The cherry on top was the fact that you were having some of the worst cramps you’d ever experienced in your life. Pain wracked through your body, sending jolts all along your lower back and causing your torso to wrench in an attempt to shed yourself of the unpleasant feeling.

“Belle? Are you in there?” A familiar, deep timbre cut through your thoughts and brought you out of your pain-induced daydream.

“Leon, I don’t want to see you right now. I don’t feel good, and I probably look even worse than I feel,” you grumbled, voice muffled by your heavy duvet cover. Your loving boyfriend’s presence would be an absolute godsend any other day, but not today.

“Are you sure? Even if I tell you I’ve brought you a little gift that might cheer you up?”

A pause drew between the two of you, and despite the pain wracking through your body, you wanted to see what your lover had brought you. “Fine, come in,” voice nearly inaudible.

With a gentle push of your bedroom door, your lover entered, looking as devastatingly handsome as always. His golden eyes gleamed in the sun’s rays, trained upon you with all the concern and love in the world. And despite how sickly you felt, you had to admit that the sight of Leon comforted you. Crossing the room in mere seconds, he settled himself beside you; body pressed up against yours gently as he ran his large hand soothingly down your back.

“Hey, how’s my pretty girl doing?”

You swore you could’ve melted with the way your lover’s dulcet tones sounded. “Not good, but better now that you’re here.”

“Will you let me see you? I came straight here after morning training just so I could be with you,” Leon murmured, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I missed you, and Rio told me you had a bad day. So why don’t you let me spoil you for a little bit, hm?”

Slowly, piece by piece, you could feel your resolve breaking away in favour of drowning in your lover’s affection. “Fine, but I’m serious, Leon, I look like crap, and I feel terrible….”

“You always look beautiful to me. You could be passed out, drooling up an entire lake’s worth of water, and snoring louder than Jin, and you’d still be the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” He carefully reached out and peeled back your blankets, revealing your unkempt, tear-stained cheeks. In response to his blatant pandering, you rolled your eyes and tried to pull the covers back up over your head, only to have him stop you halfway through. It took every fibre of his being not to coo at how absolutely adorable and vulnerable you looked. To his credit, all he let out was a quick twitch of his mouth pressing loud, open-mouthed kisses on your cheeks until you were giggling and pushing him away.

“Leon, stop!” You cried out, trying your hardest to push him away. However, this wasn’t an easy feat to do, given that your lover was 6 feet of pure, toned muscle.

“Not until you’re not grumpy anymore,” he replied breezily, continuing to place wet kisses on your cheeks until you finally relented. The pure, unbridled joy in his golden gaze was enough to draw you out of your funk. Yet, as hard as you tried not to give in, you felt the corners of your lips twitching up.

“That’s the smile I love so much,” Leon said, finally stilling his attack against you. He wrapped his arm around your body and gently cradled your head against his shoulder. “If you’re ever having a bad day, I’ll be here to cheer you up and bug you so much that you have no choice but to be happy again, and that’s my promise to you, love. I’ll be your little… love bug.”

“You’re such a dork, Leon,” you grumbled as you nestled yourself further into his chest. “Now, what’s that gift you were bribing me with earlier?”

“Ah, how could I forget? You’ll remember a couple weeks back when we passed by a certain bookstore in the town square, and your eyes lit up like a child seeing candy?” He smirked, using his free arm to produce a beautiful, gilded, leather-bound volume of your favourite Arthurian romance. “I’ve decided to read to you. I’ve been getting better with my… little… quirk, and I can get through at least two chapters now without falling asleep.”

And true to his word, at the exact conclusion of the second chapter, you heard Leon’s voice get drowsier and drowsier until his head gently knocked against yours and his breathing evened out. It was a wonder your lover had even managed to get this far into the book without passing out. Of course, you didn’t know what it was, the fact that Leon remembered the exact moment from weeks ago when your eyes lit up, despite you not saying anything. Or if it was the fact that he rushed straight to you after practice, not even stopping to complete his regular duties. Or was it that he always made sure he had enough time for you despite how busy he was? Whatever it was, you knew that whatever situation it was, or how terrible your day could be, as long as Leon Dompteur was by your side, then there was nothing to worry about.

[its-me-im-coraline]

Consequenses // Thomas Raggi

words // 1590

warnings // smut ahead hehe and not even a full smut, just a snippet honestly

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok please let me know on the taglist link if you have asked me to tag you and i havent right now... I lost some of the user names so yeah im so sorry 🥺

request // yes

summary // Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @bidet-and-legolas @atremendousstrawberrycollection @otaculo @selenophiliaxx

Music, throbbing lights and booze was the way Thomas and his partner decided to spend his weekend off. An average gathering made to feel like a party amongst the closest friends of the band and everyone’s partners. Of course the guitarist couldn’t resist bringing his lover along. He had not seen her in a while, traveling around and working on new music had made the relationship hard for the two of them, things only becoming harder when they started being unsatisfied with their more intimate relationship. The longing did not help much, instead it brought anger and anxiety, both resulting in ruining both of their moods.

The suggestion came from Y/N in the afternoon after Thomas took a break. They were sitting on the couch watching some tv show neither cared for, slowly trying to relax and potentially do more than sitting on the couch. The thought had occurred a few days ago, while the man was still not there, when his lover was maybe watching a bit of an erotic movie. “Maybe we should… switch,” was all she said. No explanation, no details, nothing.

Not much convincing was needed so here they were. Y/N being dominant was finding it a little hard to just sit there and listen. Thus the dom turned into a brat, choosing to tease the man during their first night together.

It was rather simple to get Thomas all riled up this fine night. They happened to have a small fight before the party (a disagreement over minimal things truly) so they were both in a very tense mood while at the party. Thomas was on the one side of the yard, talking with some of his friends, while Y/N was on the other, revealing clothing and lingerie (with certain movements it was visible to the man - and anyone else that paid attention, but not many did). The man was unable to take his eyes off his partner. See, she knew that the result would be pretty good.

“Keep this up and the result will not be very nice for you, amore,” he whispered in her ear when he finally approached her. His hand right above her ass, face too close for comfort.

“I am not sure I want to stop,” said Y/N, an evil smirk decorating her face. Her hips moved side to side, making sure the man could see. Back on her plotting she was.

At first things went smoothly: a bit of seductive dancing, a bit of drinking… The casual. But soon that would change as well. Ethan was sitting on a pool chair, joking about Y/N’s dancing, having a playful back and forth with each other until Y/N sat on his lap. It was nothing unusual for the two, it had happened plenty of times before, but both Thomas and her knew that this time was different.

By now Thomas is fuming. If he was in a cartoon his face would have gone comically red, smoke coming out his face in an exaggerated way. The cigarette and drink in his hand did little to help restrain him. For that, he downed the rest of his drink in an instant, smashing his cigarette on an ashtray and moving to his friends and partner. “Sorry to cut your fun short,” he smiled, trying to keep it together, “but me and Y/N need to go. Honestly, I’m feeling very tired,” he finished, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her up and towards him.

Their friends did not say much, but rather voiced their goodbyes allowing the pair to leave the party.

Getting in the car was now the easy task, but one of them was dreading it. She knew that this would be so fun, but she was undeniably afraid of what could potentially happen that night. “What do you think you have been doing, dolcezza?” He all but growled, roughly turning her face towards his with his hand.

“Me? Nothing. I was just trying to have fun with my friends.” Oh, the innocent act. If Thomas wasn’t hot and bothered (more of the later) already, he certainly was now.

“I don't think so, baby. I think you have been very very naughty. I think you need a punishment.” His tone was playful but his eyes told a different story. Y/N was in for a long night, and they were still in the car. Thomas’ hands had already begun to travel all around his lover, faces dangerously close. And like that the vigorous kissing started.

“You shouldn't have acted like that tonight, amore,” he commented before he started driving back to their shared apartment. The ride was quiet but the tension and anticipation was loud as hell.

Patience was out the window the moment Y/N opened the door to their home. Thomas pushed her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses. “I warned you enough times, my love, now it’s time for actions,” he commented, hand slowly traveling up to her neck, lightly squeezing, blocking the blood flow lightly making her lightheaded but so much more desperate for him. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall - just like that, good girl! Now, ass perked up.”

She was very well aware of what was about to happen and saying that she did not want it would be a lie. She was rather used to serving spankings to the man whenever he disrespected her - rather lenient - rules, taking such an adrenaline rush every time, but oh did she get a rush now, too. Thomas was getting more and more confident by the minute, Y/N getting rather aroused from it.

Thus she obeyed his demands, pushing her ass back, all there for him to do what he wanted. Thomas quickly got to work moving up her tiny little skirt to have her exposed to his will. Her ass looked amazing in that white lace thong she wore, making the man undeniably hard. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You planned for this to happen-” slap, “you knew I would not be able to hold back, didn’t you, puppy?” slap. “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N responded very timidly, slightly flinching every time he struck her cheeks.

“Good, good. Now count for me, and you will thank me for each slap.”

“One. Thank you, daddy,” she began with his rhythm getting quicker and his force bigger by each slap of his palm. They reached around twenty five before Thomas decided on his next move. He said nothing but roughly turned Y/N around, pulling her towards their shared bedroom, lightly. After closing the door behind him - more out of habit than any actual practical reason- he pushed her to the bed, legs automatically falling open as he stared with lust in his eyes.

“Just sit there and do nothing,” he ordered, “no touching, or there will be consequences.” He did not go far after that, he only undressed and picked up the condoms and the lube, just making sure that she was entirely ready (not that he truly needed it at the moment - just a safety precaution) and knelt in front of his lover.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “you are looking delicious, but I’m not sure you can handle it. Maybe we should do this anoth-”

“No, no! Please, I can handle it! I can handle anything! Please, please!” she exclaimed, or more so whined, making Thomas smirk like a cheshire cat and proceeding with his actions.

“Anything, you say? Hm, we’ll see about that.” Oh boy was she about to regret those words.

His tongue started to tease her immediately as he finished his sentence. It was small short licks and little pecks on her clit, featherly but was agonizing in this case. The pace was slow, timid, really, all in an attempt to show his love in the most painful way possible. Her eyes were shut tightly, mouth hung open releasing heavenly (or rather sinful) noises - a pleasing confirmation of Thomas’ plan working perfectly. Y/N’s back was arched up as her head hung behind, chest bouncing in the attempt to gain more pleasure by Thomas.

“Thommy, please,” she whined, earning a slap on her thigh.

“You are being ungrateful, amore. I shouldn’t be giving you any pleasure at all. You’ll take what you can.” The lack of contact for the few seconds he spoke was enough to cause another fit of whines, but his breath on her heat made far worse ‘damage’.

He wasted no time moving up and away from his disheveled lover, moving to the dresser. Y/N simply sat there, mouth falling open, but this time due to confusion. It was clear that frustration had already started to pick up. Thomas on the other hand was enjoying the situation fully, finding it rather entertaining how he could make her melt so easily.

“Thommy. Come back,” she uttered in her usual dominating tone. Nothing. “Thomas, come back here-”

“What did you just say to me, puppy?” If he was pissed before, now he was livid, and it was clear as day. If this were some weird cartoon his eyes would’ve glowed red - a thought that did not help Y/N’s pleasurable fear. His hand had swiftly reached Y/N’s neck, not tightening up, yet making his stance threatening. “I think you have forgotten how things are going on around here, my love. You are not on the lead right now. I am. And you will pay for that.”

[sofiaaaaaaaa03]

Teaching Din Earth Music

Pairing: Din djarin x earthling!gn!teen reader (platonic)

Word count: 1,151

Rating: G

Scenario: You try to teach Din about earth music during one of your trips.

Authors Note: Hey lovelies, I hope you're having an amazing day. Please remember to drink water and eat something. I hope you guys enjoy this, sorry it's a bit tiny :)

Ever since Din caught you listening to earth music you’d grown more comfortable playing it while he was on board. On particularly long trips you made it a habit to put on some music to make the ride more entertaining. It was really only used when the two of you were too exhausted from chores or missions to bother making conversation. You enjoyed it, really. It reminded you of your home and your time on Earth. Now more than ever, wherever you go you notice the absence of music in the strange, hostile planets Din takes you compared to where it always seemed to follow you on Earth, playing in the air of cafes, stores, restaurants, and oh the car rides you and your friends used to share.

A tight lipped smile spread across your features. You wondered how they were doing. It’s not everyday your friend mysteriously disappears, let alone getting stranded in space in your case. But you consider yourself lucky. You glanced towards the Mandalorian beside you, piloting the ship. He’s shown you kindness in many ways, and took you in while you try to find Earth. It was a planet Din was unfamiliar with, even going as far as to say that it was considered a myth across many cultures in the galaxy. It would have been a waste of time for him to go out of his way to follow a silly fantasy. However, you could only assume something about you reminded him about himself when he was young, because despite this, he trusted your word, and genuinely wanted to help you return home.

In some weird trade off, you taught Din things about your home planet that were foreign and honestly strange in his opinion. A world where a majority of its denizens remain on-planet the entire time? He couldn’t believe it. He simply refused the concept of social media and antagonized the habits of posting oneself on vacation. Something about exposing your location. You didn’t mind it all too much to be honest.

Your favorite thing to teach him was earth music. It was so much more distinctive to the music you heard around the galaxy, where saloons played Jizz like there was no tomorrow. It was good music, you’ll admit, but nothing was like the variety of the music back home.

The data pad Din lent you laid on the ship’s mainframe, “Okay okay. You’re probably not going to like this since you have the mentality of a 40 year old man, but hear these out. A lot of people my age enjoy these songs back at home.”

It was natural to begin with songs that were trending the last time you were on earth. Din enjoyed some of the more upbeat songs, like Tongue Tied by a group called Grouplove.

“This is what we consider a coming of age song.”

Din gave you a questioning look and you continued. “On Earth we pass our time watching movies, stories acted out by humans that are recorded on a camera.”

“Your planet has too much time on their hands…”

“C’mon Din it’s not like everyone does it!” You defended, “People do it for a job, and only qualified people can. Anyways, that’s not the point. Some movies I grew up with have a point where the main character suddenly grows up, not age wise but mentally. Usually it's through conquering a fear or obstacle in the movie, and when that happens we-”

“Put a song like this in the movie?”

You made a little scoff, “Yeah, in the movie.”

“I suppose… it does evoke emotions like it wants you to. Put on another song, maybe one adults listen to.”

You paused for a moment to recollect the songs your parents would play back at home. They had a variety of artists that they listened to, but you smiled and tapped the data pad to play a song you think Din may like.

It seemed that The Chain by Fleetwood Mac intrigued Din, who tilted his head as the melody began. You waited until the chorus ended to ask Din of his opinion. He gave a nonchalant shrug and claimed that it was interesting before asking you to put on another song.

“Is this really what people my age listen to?”

“Honestly most men I’ve met your age listen to hard rock, but it’s their taste!”

“Earthlings listen to a rock?” Din turned to you in surprise and shook his head. He took the data pad from its place and looked through the playlist you were making. “No wonder you haven’t been off-planet yet.”

You took the data pad back from him and stuck your tongue at him, “I’ll have you know that 553 of us humans have been to space, thank you.”

You tried a couple of Journey songs, some that Din asked you to write down for him to listen to later, and showed some Queen classics. You noticed that Din wasn’t much of a fan for songs that were fan favorites like We Will Rock You or Bohemian Rhapsody (You genuinely thought you’d get him for the last one. All of your schoolmates would go nuts for that song) , but he did enjoy other classics like Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, Fat-Bottomed Girls, and Radio Ga Ga.

“What were some songs you heard growing up?”

“Hm… to be honest I don’t remember all of them. The music all seems like a blur to be honest, guess that’s what happens when you grow up, things become a blur. Anyways,” You listed off some songs, making small talk about it but caught Din’s look of confusion and decided to play some off for him.

The razor crest was filled with a large assortment of music, ranging from ABBA to Harry Styles. Some songs, Din could get the concept very easily by listening to the lyrics while in others he asked you about its meaning. Songs about love, you’d noticed, were the hardest for him to decipher, even if the lyrics were plain as day.

After some time, you decided to ask him about it while Dancing Queen was on.

“I don’t understand,” You turned your attention to Din when he spoke, “If they want to dance with someone they should just go find someone. What’s the point of singing about it?”

You “They’re not singing about dancing with just anybody. They want to dance with someone who will be with them for the rest of their lives. Their special somebody. Y’know?”

“Hm.” He didn’t make another comment. There was nothing to fill the void aside from the occasional beeping of machinery. You wondered what was on his mind as you stared at the helmet that obscured his face. Come to think of it, you don’t know what he’s thinking even when he has his helmet off.

You broke the silence.

“Din?”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever found your special somebody?”

...

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[elysianslove]

hey! i saw you are taking request for jujutsu kaisen maybe can i request itadori with his fem! s/o cuddling and kissing? just itadori being happy to have a s/o

hi anon!!! thank you so much for requesting this i loved writing it sm omg. i really hope you enjoy!!

━━ at the sight of your boyfriend, a lover and a friend in one, you exhale a sigh of relief, shoulders lightly slumping. when he picks you apart from the crowd, he beams, and with a sudden burst of energy, he rushes over to where you stand. with open arms, you greet him. easily, you fit in his arms, throwing your own around his neck as he generously picks you up off the ground. his grip tightens around your waist as he rocks the two of you side to side, a happy sigh leaving his lips as he sets you down.

“you’re okay,” you point out, and he nods, brushing away at a strand of your hair.

“course i am,” he replies, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your lips. you meet him halfway, reveling in the spark that flies straight down your spine and in the way your heart sinks into your stomach. months with him and the feeling still erupts like flames in your chest as soon as he presses his lips to yours. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, exaggerating the kiss by making a loud smooch noise when he pulls back. “missed you, pretty girl,” he admits to you, and you hold back a giggle.

instead, you punch at his arm lightly, attempting to scowl at him. “you scared me, yuuji,” you tell him, and he offers a pout. “you’re never late.”

he sympathizes with you, offering another simple kiss to your lips. against your mouth, he replies, “i’m sorry.” and he means it, clearly, so you shift your pout into an easy smile, nodding gently.

“wanna go get something to eat?” you offer. “or are you too tired and just wanna go home?”

he sighs, deflating slightly as he wonders, “would you hate me if i asked to go for takeout?” it elicits a small laugh from you, and you shake your head, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours while you lead the way.

you make it home just as the sun sets, inviting yuuji in. the both of you follow a familiar pace of routine as you travel through your home, slipping off your shoes by the front door, before each taking a turn to wash your hands and slip off any extra layers of clothing. while you offer him your shower, and he gratefully accepts, you order your usual with him, making note to the receiver on the other end of the line of yuuji’s extra specific wants.

he walks out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him, just as you slip on a hoodie over some shorts. although you loved adventurous and spontaneous dates with your boyfriend, his attitude and personality making everything a thousand times more exciting than it already was, you adored days like this even more. where it was just you, him, and the four walls surrounding you.

he grins at you cheekily, shirtless with a towel wrapped at around his waist. you roll your eyes at the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and toss him his pair of sweatpants, somehow always conveniently being misplaced in your bedroom. although it’s nothing particularly foreign to your eyes, you look away, giving him small privacy as he slips them on. when you turn back around, he’s already nearing you with the same cheeky smile on his lips.

“sorry i didn’t have any underwear to spare,” you say, but you’re not entirely apologetic.

he scoffs, retorting, “you coulda given me one of your lace ones. i know the pastel pink ones would look so good on me.”

you roll your eyes again, but there’s a hint of a smile on your lips. “hm,” you reply, “to match your hair.” he scrunches up his noise in response to you reaching up and ruffling up his hair, but he doesn’t reject or push you away. if anything, he leans into your touch.

it’s an hour later you find yourself on the couch outside, take out balanced in one hand, chopsticks in the other. you eat your food with yuuji in relative silence, a random show playing on your tv screen as you occasionally offer him some of your food, while he feeds you some of his. it’s intimate in its own way, the way he smiles softly at you while placing his chopsticks between your lips, or the way he reaches over the lick a stripe of discarded sauce near your mouth, or the way you squeal and slap at his upper arm in response, unable to mask the giggling that erupts from your chest. it’s moments like these that only work at deepening your love for yuuji.

with your bellies full and your hearts sated, you lay in bed with him, his arms curled tight around your waist, pushing your body flush against his. if you lean back slightly, you can manage to admire his features up close, a privilege you always take advantage of at any given moment.

“you’re so pretty,” you hear him say. he sounds only somewhat sleepy, a little drowsy, but the apparent tiredness in his eyes doesn’t stop him from leaning forward and pressing a single kiss against your lips. “my gorgeous girl,” he continues, and presses his lips harsher against yours, this time eliciting a gasp from you. the kiss is only messy and lazy because the two of you lack the proper energy to initiate anything stronger, but it still fills you to the brim with ecstasy, much like a drug.

quickly, you’re flipped over, and you settle on his lap. he’s balanced up slightly, leaning his back against the headboard, placing his hands upon your revealed thighs. he caresses the skin softly, kneading lightly to urge you to lean forward and kiss him again. you oblige, and capture his lips once more, your mind going fuzzy with the way his fingers seem to be endlessly ghosting on your skin, up to where the ends of your hoodie rests on your hips. his hands settle there, tightly gripping onto the hem of it. he deepens the kiss only momentarily, letting his tongue slip past your open mouth, before he pulls back, fixing you with a confused glance.

“i knew this material felt familiar,” he announces, his gaze falling onto the hoodie you wear. “this is mine!”

you humor him and hum, taking his chin in your hand and refocusing his attention back on you. he’s distracted now, though, and you know it’ll be almost impossible to get him back into the mood he’d created for the both of you. “it’s mine now,” you say.

he huffs, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest as a pout settles on his lips. god, he looks so fucking cute.

“what?” you tease. “don’t like me in it?”

“no!” he relents, eyes widening slightly. “but this is like the fifth one, baby.” he’s whining now, but you only laugh.

you shrug. “so,” you respond, a playful grin on your face as you stare down at him. “buy another one.”

“you’ll just steal that too,” he points out, and you laugh again, shuffling lower down his body and laying on top of him, resting your palms flat on his chest with your chin balanced on top of your hands.

he looks down at you slightly, taking in the image of you as you say, “tough luck, handsome.”

instead of persevering in his argument, a sly smile plays on his lips, and he sits up, taking you up with him. mouth hovering over yours, he wonders, “handsome huh?”

“yuuji wha—“ a squeal rips from your throat as you’re suddenly flipped over again, yuuji holding himself up above you with one hand placed by your head, the other on your waist — underneath your hoodie. any protest you have is swallowed by his lips on yours again. he’s not an ounce of rough, however, and only kisses you as gently as he first did. you pull back, settling your hands on his cheeks as you stare into his eyes. “my handsome boy,” you confess to him, your compliment eerily similar to his, and he beams leaning down to place his lips on yours once more.

and you realize just how content you are with spending eternity like this.

end note; and the simp list grows rip </3. i actually loved this and i love yuuji sm and i hope everybody else enjoyed hehe. all your jjk requests (and the haikyuu requests as well) are being worked on i promise i’m not ignoring anyone!!! luv u all <333

[thegirlwhowritesawksh-t]

la douleur de l'amour - georgenotfound x f!reader

author: @thegirlwhowritesawksh-t​ me!

word count: 4.7k +

warnings: hella angst, mentions of blood/scabs/injuries. if there’s any you think that you see, please let me know!

a/n: hi y’all :)) first off, to whoever’s reading this: stay hydrated, smile and laugh! and second: this is my submission for @bozowrites​ writing event! <33 congrats!!

**this is my second fic, and i’m hoping to push more out as i get more comfortable with writing! i’m thinking to maybe make a part two to this but i don't know yet. please let me know what you think! *sending besitos to y’all :))*

Prompt: Why are you crying?

1:15 p.m.

In the corner of a dimly lit studio in front of the barre, (y/n) leans over to her left, counting four beats before resetting and proceeding to stretch over her right side. After months spent choreographing, picking costumes, and endless bandages wrapped around her feet, it has led to the final product: her first piece in her dance company’s annual recital premiering tonight.

All (y/n) could feel was pure energy and pride at what she has created. It’s her baby after all and nothing could ruin the day for her.

Feeling her joints start to loosen up, she runs through a mental list in her head making sure each dancer had their costumes, knew where all the dancers would start and end on stage, as well as remembering her own choreography, seeing as she had an important section to end her piece. After double-checking, (y/n) then begins to travel to the center of the studio, and begins to run over the piece.

Remember the triple pirouette here, before you end with a leap to fourth position. Finishing in the fourth position, she lets out a curse as she accidently stubs her right thumb toe, a small scab already tearing at the edge. Shaking out her pain, she reattempts the move, succeeding with an effortless bow.

“You know, your piece is going to be excellent. Why are you so worried?”, a voice calls out in the quiet studio, with (y/n) yelping and trying to find where the voice came from. Standing against the edge of the doorway stood Liam, her dance partner and best friend. (y/n) begins to chuckle and runs the piece over again.

“Can’t help but make sure it’s perfect. I have drenched all my blood, sweat and tears creating this dance, this- this masterpiece. It is my first, and most certainly not my last choreographing piece at this company. There’s too much riding on this for me.”, she replies.

“Even if so, I’d like to think you’ll be fine. Don’t stress, it’s amazing. Otherwise, how are you feeling?”

“Kind of excited, kind of feeling like I should run away.”, (y/n) replies. Avoiding to answering the question entirely, she begins to run the piece over again. She continues,

“I think regardless, it should be a great night. George is coming to the recital tonight and it’ll be the first time he’ll be seeing this dance.” With George editing and recording videos for the Dream Team, his Twitch channel, and YouTube channels, (y/n)’s barely seen him since the start of the dance season. The only time she’s been able to spend time with him has been going to bed with him - even if it’s been a bit more rare lately - and sometimes, a free day on a weekend with no dance practice or no recording for George.

“So that’s why you are nervous, how cute.”, Liam laughs, with (y/n) leaping over to Liam and swatting their arm lightly.

“He swore that he’d come tonight, and he knows how much time I’ve spent perfecting this. I just can’t imagine tonight going any other way. I made sure to get him a seat right in the front, so he’ll be able to see the whole performance, and me.”, (y/n) smirks. As soon as (y/n) found out she would be choreographing one of the pieces in the recital, she immediately told George her good news. George had told her she deserved it for working her butt off since the start of her being at the dance academy. Making him pinky swear, George swore that he would be there for her first performance with her also starring as a choreographer.

“So focus on that instead of thinking your piece is going to crash and burn! Relax a bit. We only have a bit of time before we start getting ready, so let’s run it over a few more times. And don’t even think about slacking off now, missy, we’ll stretch and go get ready after.” Liam decides, and she nods, thinking it’s probably for the best. Running to her bag, (y/n) sends a quick message to George.

George J: hey, can’t wait to see you tonight! i left your ticket on your nightstand, and remember to dress up slightly, it’s a dance recital after all ;) lub you xo - sent at 1:34 p.m.

Content with her message, she tosses her phone back into her bag, and heads back to run over the piece with Liam once more.

>>>

6:47 p.m.

Sticking the last bobby-pin to her bun, (y/n) glances in the mirror to make sure no mistake is in place. Eyeing her look, she can’t help but smile looking at her dance attire, admiring how her purple leotard and dress matches her eyeshadow. Paired with a dark nude lip, she smirks and turns to check her phone for any messages, hoping that one could be from George.

Out of the nine messages she received, most were from friends and family, wishing her luck on her performance tonight. She replied with a thanks and a heart emoji before finally reading the last message coming from George about two hours ago.

George J: hi darling, i saw the ticket, i am so excited for you! can’t wait for you to take my breath away, as you always do. love you more xo  - sent at 4:48 p.m.

Smiling even wider, (y/n) puts her phone on silent, before walking towards the backstage area, passing dancers along the way. Grabbing their hands and wishing them good luck, she arrives at the destination, nerves buzzing as members of the audience start gathering at their seats. Deciding to take a peek, (y/n) rushes to the curtains, peeking her eyes out towards the front rows, trying to spot the pale boy who danced into her heart. First row, seat G for George, she giggles to herself.

“Trying to find your lover? I’m right here!” Liam asks, with (y/n) turning around.

“As much as I’d love that, I’m no Harry Styles, so I don’t think I’m your type…” (y/n) smirks.

“Hm. Where’s George, I want to see him!”

“I’m looking for him right now, Liam. Give me a second.”, (y/n) laughs as she turns back to the audience. Finding his seat, she subtly frowns seeing as he’s not in his seat yet. He’s probably in the bathroom, or still in line to get to his seat, (y/n) tries to explain to herself.

“He’s not here yet, I think he’s in the bathroom or something. But give him time, he’ll be here.” (y/n) mutters as Liam frowns at her.

“He better show up, it’s your night, (y/n).”, they grumble. They start to say more however-

“Places, everyone! Take your places! We’re starting at seven sharp!” the stage manager yells out. He continues,

“We start in five minutes!” Rushing to get off the stage, she sees dancers brush past another wishing them luck. As the ballet dancers start to move into their places for the intro piece, she then walks over to Liam, helping them set up the microphone as they begin to breathe slowly.

“Hey, you got this. It’s just reading off of cue cards and announcing pieces. And then you’ll be set for my piece. You’re going to do great, Liam.”, (y/n) tries to motivate, with Liam smiling shyly at her.

“And your piece is going to kick ass, (y/n). It’s perfection. Just wait until George sees you dance. I’m a hundred percent sure he’s going to fall for you even more.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see…” (y/n) laughs. Liam clears their throat a bit before raising the microphone to their lips. (y/n) proceeds to head to the viewing room, where a broadcast of the show would play for other dancers to watch and support their fellow castmates.

Taking a deep breath, Liam starts to speak as (y/n)’s nerves start to palpitate.

“Hello, how are you this evening? And welcome to the 67th Annual Recital for the London Dance Academy! I am your emcee, Liam Barrings, and let me introduce you to the first dance of the night created by Sam Hastings. Here is Invictus!”

>>>

8:51 p.m.

An hour later, seven dances, and many whispered good jobs, it is finally time for (y/n) to step on stage and premiere her masterpiece. Slowly tip-toeing to her first position on stage, she glances at her castmates, thanking them silently in her mind for them to trust her to bring her visions to life. Before the curtains open, she turns to Liam on her right, kneeling down and grabbing her thighs, and they smile back at her.

“Ready for it?”, they smirk. Thinking to herself, she nods and turns back to the front of the curtains waiting for the music to begin. Remember the triple pirouette after Liam grabs you. And try to look like you’re in pain from loving him. It is exquisite pain, right (y/n)? Liam is toxic, yet you still love them. Make it believable. And finally, breathe.

Another emcee, Josh begins to speak.

“And now, I present to you (y/n - y/ln)’s dance. This is her first piece with her own choreography with the London Dance Academy, and tonight, we are the very first group of people to watch her story come to life. Please let me introduce you to (y/n) and her piece, La Douleur Exquise!” the audience claps softly, before the curtains open its wings to reveal the creation.

The background, a stark white, yet the lights casts hues of soft lilacs, with streaks of dark reds splattering across the dancers’ bodies. With a small pause, music begins to sing out of the speakers. Liam and (y/n) begin the piece with a small duet. Following closely behind, a quad of dancers mimicking their moves with childlike innocence.

Liam turns to (y/n), conveying an I love you through their linked hands and they abruptly pull her to their arms, as she looks at them with confusion in her eyes and pulling away. Gliding towards the middle, the quad walks slowly to (y/n), enveloping her with open arms, before having a dance section with (y/n) in the middle as Liam looks on, hellbent on grasping (y/n) once more. Every other beat, (y/n) turns to Liam, feeling lost as if they were missing from her.

As the quad looks away, having their own small solos, (y/n) slips away from the group only to leap back into Liam’s arms with her hands grasping their face as Liam slowly grips her waist. Looking at her with renewed interest, his face morphs into fury as one of the dancers pass by her, softly guiding his fingers from her shoulder down to her inner wrist. An angry duet starts, with Liam and (y/n) clashing against each other, as if saying they hate but love each other at the same time.

(y/n) leaps into Liam’s arms, before slowly sliding herself off him as the quad of dancers, follow closely behind, lifting (y/n) to her feet. Everyone proceeds to move as one, with the quad dancing in the center, whereas Liam paces their way to (y/n), lifting her into the air once again, before they land in a small leap. Conversing with their bodies, Liam guides (y/n)’s hands to their heart, slightly pulling her along. Finally coming to the end of the dance, (y/n) runs to the center of the stage, facing the audience.

Grabbing her left arm is Liam, pulling her to their side, and the quad of dancers are pulling her on her right. The war between the two goes back and forth in a tug-of-war before (y/n) seemingly gives up and slams herself to the ground, as the music fades into silence. The audience erupts into booming claps and cheers, and (y/n) feels herself being pulled up from the ground by Liam as a light blush covers her skin. Glancing up at the audience, she tries to smile despite the stage lights burning into her. I did it, I managed to make a story, my story come to life. Hearing the audience continuing to clap, realization sets in and she finds her eyes wandering over to the front row, seat G for George. Seat empty, her smile falters and her eyes become glassy. Some would think because of her success with her piece. She couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad, maybe it was a little bit of both.

>>>

9:23 p.m.

He’s here, he has to be. He’s probably peeing or waiting for me in the front with flowers, or in the dressing room. He has to be here, I know it, (y/n) mutters to herself, hellbent on her beliefs that George is here. Yet the bitter taste of rejection starts to seep into her bones. Shaking her head a bit and attempting to put on the brightest smile, she starts to rush back to the dressing room, a sinking feeling residing in her stomach with each looming step.

Facing the dressing room door, (y/n) can’t help but hope that maybe George is standing there with a bouquet of flowers and kisses reserved for her. Slowly opening the door, her hopes slip through with her mouth curling as she stares at only her reflection in the mirror. He swore that he’d be here. He swore that he would be here for my first performance, (y/n) softly whispers to herself, tears threatening to fall. Gasping, she finally lets herself breathe as she repeats to herself again and again that he wasn’t here.

A soft knock on the door interrupts her thoughts, causing (y/n) to quickly wipe her tears before foolishly yelling out,

“George?”, as the door opens to reveal Liam and the Director himself, Nicholas Anderson.

“(y/n)? It’s us. Where’s George?” Liam asks, a frown settling into his brows.

“Oh, he’s just in the bathroom, he hasn’t been feeling good.” She lies, feeling bile itch her throat. A little white lie shouldn’t hurt anyone, (y/n) thought.

“Hello, (y/n). You looked wonderful out there! Your dance was easily one of the highlights of the night, I couldn’t stop replaying the duet between you and Liam in my head. Your dance truly captured the aspects of a toxic relationship not from one side but from both of point of views. It truly showed exquisite pain, knowing that you would always go back to Liam, but would Liam be there for you?” Nicholas explains, his words smacking (y/n) at full force. Is- is George there for me?, (y/n) thinks to herself. Nicholas continues on,

“I think you are a great addition to our Academy, and tonight truly proved how ready you are to become a full-time member. So how about it? Next season, we’ll be adding you to the roster of choreographers.” Eyes wide, (y/n) nods furiously with a yes and hugs Liam. Nicholas smiles and exits the room, leaving behind two excited dancers jumping around.

“You did it! Now we have to celebrate! Club night, I don’t care. We are going to get plastered! Bring George!” Liam laughs. At the mention of George, her stomach turns as she then realizes George wasn’t here. What sounded like good news turns to rot as she starts thinking of George.

“Let me check my phone, it has been a while in the bathroom, huh?” (y/n) tries to joke, trying hard to not let her voice waver and letting her brain scramble to come up with another small lie. Reaching through her phone, she reads over the texts once again sent from family and friends, finding the conversation between her and George. No new messages, her heart sinks as she slowly starts to open up the rest of her notifications, scrolling to most likely find the purple box that would always stay permanently stuck on her home screen. With bright white letters glaring at her, her heart begins to ebb away feeling a familiar sense of loneliness.

1h, 53 min ago: MINECRAFT MANHUNT W/ THE DREAM TEAM

Relying on her emotions, she turns to face Liam, hoping that her excitement of her promotion would overcome the feeling of abandonment of the man she loved. Plastering a sad smile through watery eyes, she forces out,

“George isn’t feeling well, he’s got an upset stomach. I think it’s the stomach flu going around.” If you can convey pain through dance, you can lie through this as well, (y/n) thought. She continues,

“I don’t know if I should be going out since he’s sick.” (y/n) mutters.

“So we go without him! It’s your celebration, his loss.” Liam rolls their eyes. His loss, my loss - seems like the same.

“I- I don’t know, Liam… I’d want to celebrate with him as well.”

“And I get that, but at least go out with us. You always have tomorrow with him, or later tonight. Do it for tonight, do it because you’re going to be a choreographer next season! At least do it for me and the group. We’ve worked our ass all season and we made your vision come true.” Liam explains. Contemplating with herself, (y/n) resolves with a soft smile and mutters an okay. Pumping their fist in the air, Liam excuses themselves to notify the others of the good news and plans.

Once again facing the mirror, (y/n) repeats with determination to celebrate her night. It’s her night to celebrate with loved ones, even if the one she loved the most isn’t there beside her. So much trying to take your breath away when you weren’t even here, George. Taking a breath, she forces out a shaky laugh and tries to smile. Let’s go celebrate, (y/n).

>>>

1:39 a.m.

Slightly stumbling out of the taxi, (y/n) manages to slowly walk her way up to his doorsteps, phone still showing that George was still streaming. Pausing her hand on the doorknob, she resolves to try to wait until morning to confront him, not trusting herself completely to be okay in front of him. Opening the door softly, she walk in, attempting to not make a sound. With small steps, she closes and locks the door before setting her bags down. That can be cleaned tomorrow, (y/n) thought. Rubbing her eyes, she decides to make herself tea before she goes to bed, most likely not with George until he finishes his stream.

While making her tea, (y/n) thinks of everything that she has worked for in the last few months. Endless changes to her dance, countless small injuries, whether it be a jammed toe/finger, scrapes of blood scattered around her feet from dragging her feet too hard across the floor, everything. Why is it that with her triumph, she is beyond proud yet the idea of George not being there to witness her moment shatters that accomplishment? Mulling it over, she doesn’t notice George bustling down the stairs, finished with his successful 5 hour stream with Dream and Sapnap. Spotting (y/n) making her tea, he slowly approaches her and wraps his arms around her waist, landing a soft kiss to her shoulders.

“Why are you home late, Darling? It’s nearly almost two in the morning.”, George chuckles, as (y/n) freezes in his arms. Softly shaking her head, she tries to side-step out of his arms and brings her tea to the opposite side of the room, wrapping an arm around herself. Clearly, he didn’t remember, (y/n) slowly starts to think and repeat to herself.

“Why do you think I was out, George?” she softly asks, taking a sip of tea to calm her nerves. I guess we’re just going to have to hash it out now.

“I don’t know, but did you see the stream? I beat Dream at the last second and he was this close to defeating the Ender Dragon!”, George starts to explain while laughing, with (y/n) taking a harsh breath in. Pinching in-between her brows, she snaps,

“No, George, I didn’t see the stream because I went out to celebrate.”, she mutters, tears slowly starting to escape.

“(y/n)? Is there something wrong? Why are you crying?“ Turning around, (y/n) tries to look anywhere but him. She settles on looking at the clock, watching as time went by, and her nerves increasing with each second. George starts to say more-

“I needed you tonight. Do you remember what tonight was? To my career? To me?”, (y/n) cuts him off. Standing there without a thought, dread slowly seeps in as George realizes that he missed her performance. He starts to stutter,

“Darling, I- “

“No! No. You do not get to apologize. I needed you and where were you? Sitting on your ass playing Minecraft with Dream and Sapnap! I get that your career is very reliant on you being consistent with your uploads, but you couldn’t have taken a night off? For me? I- ”

“(y/n), it’s not like that at- “

“Don’t- just don’t try to explain or come up with excuses. I just don’t want to hear it George. I spent months working on this, exhausted yet still pushing myself for the damn Academy. You swore that you would be there. I left you the ticket on your nightstand, you even texted me saying that you were excited to come! So imagine me standing on stage, looking at the front row, seat G, and where the hell were you? Not there, George. You were not there. I looked like a fool waiting for you to see me perform and dance. Do you remember Nicholas Anderson?”, (y/n) tries to ask calmly. George only stare at her with defeated eyes as he shakes his head no. Cursing, she heaves out a breath before continuing,

“He’s the director of the Academy, George. He’s offered me a position to be a permanent member and choreographer for the London Dance Academy. So please, let me ask again: where were you? I had to lie to Liam and say that you had an upset stomach and that you couldn’t come out! So, Liam invited me to celebrate with the dancers, to celebrate tonight’s success.”

“(y/n)- (y/n), we can celebrate now. I know- I truly know I messed up, but I can fix it, we can celebrate right now!” George stumbles out, walking towards her to grab her hands. Stepping back, she glares at George, appalled that he truly thinks he could resolve this. Shaking her head harshly, she bites out,

“I don’t want to celebrate with you. I’ve already celebrated with loved ones.” Rolling his eyes, George tries to reason with (y/n).

“Okay, I get it. I’m the bad guy in this scenario. But I’m trying to make this right. I am so sorry, darling, but I want to make it up to you, you know I am sorry.”

“You know, I never ask you to cancel a stream or get off of the stream. I always try to understand for the life of me why the streams have to be long, but I try. I always watch your streams and interact with your fans for your sake. I’ve had to explain countless reasons as to why you never show up to my performances, or why you can’t go out with me with the other dancers. And I am okay with it, don’t get me wrong. I know how much Twitch and YouTube and the Dream Team means to you. But you mean everything to me as well. So forgive me if I wanted to be a little selfish and ask you to support me in one of the biggest performances of my life.”

“I can go to the next one, (y/n). It’s not like it’s the last performance.” George snaps.

“You don’t get it, do you?”, she asks, wiping furiously at her tears, trying to not stutter through her words.

“What is there to get? Clearly I’m trying my hardest to make it up to you.”, he replies.

“I love you. I’m so much in love with you, it hurts. But you don’t get it. I have been there for everything in your career. Your first hundred subscribers, your first million subscribers, when you won the MCC back to back, everything. This was- is the important night of my life, and you didn’t show up. You stuck with Dream and Sapnap and decided to stream instead. This night was important for my career, and you knew! I told you months and weeks in advance. I wanted you to take charge and clear your schedule for today and- and sit in the damn seat that I chose because G stood for George. It was for you.” She sobs out, chest shaking as she tries to collect the words tumbling out of her mouth. With eyes flashing in annoyance, George tries to speak over her tears,

“(y/n)- “

“I created this dance for you! For me and- and for us. Because we believed in each other and had the support for each other. Clearly, it was one-sided and tonight proved that.”

“(y/n), listen to me- ”, George stops himself. Watching (y/n) fall apart, he takes a shaky breath and tries to walk closer to (y/n). However, (y/n) takes more steps back, leaving a distance of hostility and guilt between the two lovers.

“I love you. I love you with all of my heart. And… and I know you love me. But I needed you. Do you even need me?” she asks, the thick silence covering the air.

“Yes! How- how could you even say that, (y/n)?“ George replies just as quick as she finished asking. Looking at him for the first time tonight, she lets out a sob. With cheeks red, hands tugging at his hair, and George frantically looking at her, (y/n) can’t help but cry a little more.

“Because tonight proved otherwise. I wanted a night of you to myself to watch me be pretty and dance, and you didn’t even give up one night for me.”, she says, tugging at her sweater. Looking up, she further goes on to say,

“How stupid would it be if I were to ask to choose between me or the Dream Team? Or- Or your career?”, barking out a bitter laugh as George stares with guilt. As silence meets her ears, (y/n) slowly starts to sober up, eyes slightly widening with shock.

“George…”

“I’d find a way to make it work, I’ve been making it work for us since the beginning!” George snaps.

“George, you know I would never ask that, because I personally think it’s a selfish question. But if I decided to ask seriously, right now. What’s your answer?”

“And I’m telling you, I am making both work. Please believe me, (y/n).”, George says quietly, grasping at whatever opportunities there are left to resolve this potentially fatal matter.

“I can’t tell anymore.”, her voice cracking as fresh tears pool down her cheeks.

“I don’t think I can stay here for a while. At least until I’ve had some time to think.”, she manages to force out.

“(y/n), you can’t be serious. No, we are fixing this now!” George tries to say with an unwavering voice, eyes slowly becoming glassy.

“I can’t look at you George without wanting to cry, and- and scream- yet tell you I love you, even if you don’t deserve my love, especially right now. I need to go- I’m going to go. I’ll be back in a while.”, (y/n) says, choking on her words. Walking backwards, she turns to the door, with George following her and watching her pick up her dance bags. Lying on the ground was a bouquet of flowers, crumpled amongst her heart. Choosing not to pick up the bouquet, she mumbles out,

“I’ll call you when I’m ready.” Pausing, (y/n) looks up at George for the final time tonight, willing herself to not run back to him, despite how much the desire is growing to do so.

“I love you, George.”, opening the door, George yells out,

“I love- “, the door cutting through his confession, acting as a wall between the two. George tries to reach the door knob, ready to run after the love of his life. Yet… he’s frozen on the spot, with tears finally trickling down his cheeks, and pushing deep breaths out to steady his shaking heart.

Why are you crying, George?

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D11: Limitless - Wonwoo

Pairing: Wonwoo x Female Reader - Friends to Lovers/Mutual Pinning

Warnings: Overstimulation, mild dom and sub themes, kinda playfully competitive? should this even be a warning?, oral (f! receiving), fingering, mentions of partying and being drunk, a little angst?, cursing, floor sex?, 

Word Count: 1,547

Tag List: @hyunsungcore 

How your boredom had gotten desperate enough to lead to truth or dare you weren’t sure. You prayed that it would at least lead to something more interesting happening though, especially when the more scandalous topics started to make an appearance. You had your eyes set on Wonwoo if something were to happen too. It is no secret among the group that you found him the most attractive in that way, even suggesting that you two date if you both were so attracted to each other. Honestly, neither of you was opposed to the idea, it was simply that if things didn’t end on the best of terms the whole situation might end up awkward. So things stayed as they were, you both constantly joking around about the day when one of you would actually ask the other out on a date instead of pushing both your feelings off any longer. Times like these though sprouted feelings of another kind, evoking a craving to have his honeyed skin against yours behind closed doors completely enveloped in each other. Your attention snapping away from Wonwoo when it’s your turn to be asked something.

“So Y/N...truth or dare?” Junhui questions and from the grin playing on his face you know that no matter your choice it’ll likely be something dirty that comes out of his mouth next.

“Hm since I’ve done quite a few dares, let’s go with truth.” You respond casually leaning back on your palms from your seat on the floor, it’s not like your sex life was a huge secret from most of the boys anyways. You’d been drunk and partying around them enough times that it would have slipped one way or another.

“Okay. What’s the highest number of times you can cum in one go before you have to tap out?... I’m gonna guess two.” Junhui smirks thinking he put you on the spot with that question and that he’ll get something to tease you about.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Please Junhui. I’ve never found my limit, but the most someone has given me at this point is four. Then he was done.”

You feel smug as a chorus of ‘Oos’ sound through the boys, feeling almost as if you defeated Junhui at his own game. Though little did you know that he already had a plan brewing, one that involved using your weakness against you...Wonwoo. The game flowed as usual until it got later.

“Alright, guys, last one. Wonwoo truth or dare?” Junhui asks, turning to the man holding your attention.

“Let’s end on something entertaining.....give me a dare.” Wonwoo shrugs, licking his lips and waiting for whatever the older could conjure up.

“I dare you to try and figure out Y/N’s limit when it comes to orgasms.” Junhui smirks looking between you two as your jaw drops, Wonwoo’s eyes practically undressing you already, “Don’t worry we’ll leave you two be now though....have fun.” 

Junhui gives you a cheeky wink as he ushers the other guys out, the rowdy bunch jesting and laughing about the last dare. Everyone knowing Junhui had done it to get back at you, but that you two wouldn’t have any qualms about it with your feelings for each other. Especially not when you had both been eye-fucking practically the entire game. Wonwoo turning to you as you both hear the door clicking shut.

“So?..... You actually want to?” Wonwoo cautiously questions watching you closely for your reaction.

You roll your eyes with a playful smile as you crawl a little closer, not intending to be seductive, but having that effect as Wonwoo gets a view of your chest while you do. 

“You already know the answer to that Woo...I’m just not sure if it’s a good idea. You and I both know that if we go down that road there’s not gonna be any coming back. We’re practically addicted to each other as is and that’s with us trying to avoid it.” You sigh plopping back down onto your ass beside him, “It’d be a fucking fantastic experience though, we’ve got the chemistry.” 

Wonwoo huffs out a chuckle as he thinks about what you said before finally looking you in the eyes, “You know what.....screw it. I’m done dancing around this any longer.”

The next moment his lips are on yours scorching with passion and lust as your lips move in blissful harmony. No longer having to wait on your desire as you both decided to finally take what you’d both desperately wanted for nearly an eternity now. Wonwoo shifting to nestle between the plush of your thighs, arms working to gently lay you back onto the rug you’d been sitting on. 

“I know it’s not the most romantic, but I figured we’ve both waited long enough at this point that it shouldn’t much matter.” Wonwoo’s chest rumbles as he laughs breathlessly, littering little lingering kisses in a trail down your throat only to become fed up when your shirt stops his progress. You raise up onto your elbows to help him slip the material off, your bra only lasting a second longer.

“You’re right it doesn’t.....though I do believe you had a little dare to complete tonight as well.” You muse though you couldn’t care less, as long as you were finally getting him tonight you’d be content with whatever. 

“Oh don’t think I forgot about that for a fucking second love...I’m gonna put you through quite a bit tonight. There’s so much I want to try after all.” Wonwoo smirks nipping at your pert nipple, teeth tugging on it slightly before kissing over to do the same to the other one, humming softly against your breasts, “ What would you like first though? My mouth? Or my fingers?”

“Mm well your mouth has seemed rather nice everywhere else, why don’t you show me what it can do down there?” You purr seductively, your hips lifting to help his hands work your shorts and panties off. Wonwoo nudging your thighs open to finally get eyes on your glistening center, slipping his own shirt off before laying down on his front between your legs to get a closer look. His fingertips dance up your thighs until they reach between them, thumbs spreading your lower lips to him, blowing lightly against your core, and watching as you clench around nothing.

“Look at that pretty pink pussy, so eager for me. Were you this desperate for the man who could only make you cum four times love?” Wonwoo inquires tongue rolling out to lay a long lick up through your folds as his fingers keep them spread for him, ending with a quick flick of the tip of it over your clit. 

“F-Fuck no! I wanted to think of you while he fucked me, but the whole time I knew you’d be able to do so much better.” You mewl, back arching a little as you try to press your hips towards him with little success. 

“Damn right I will love...I’m going to treat you like you fucking deserve.” Wonwoo’s growling against your entrance before he delves in with fervor. Content enough with your words to try and send your hurtling towards your climax as quickly as he can. Getting exactly what he was hoping to achieve as he has to pin your wiggling hips to keep you from squirming away from the pleasure he was selflessly giving, one particularly hard suck to your clit being what finally caused the cord to snap, blinding you with waves of searing hot pleasure tingling through your nerves in a rush. Wonwoo eases you down through it by slowly moving his pace to gently laps, before he slowly builds the speed again watching you closely for any signs that he was moving too quickly. His actions easing you through the slight sting of overstimulation and into bubbling bliss once again. Kissing up to your clit to ease a finger in, gracing you with something more despite the fact that his movements were somewhat languid even upon adding a second finger. His attention is still on your clit in his mouth, at least until he curls his fingers against that spot that has your pussy clenching around him a particularly loud cry of his name leaving your mouth. Him having a newfound vigor once he knows what makes you feel especially good, his pace relentless against that spot, sending a new splattering of spots dancing across your vision with each curl of them. Your nails find purchase on his shoulders as you grip them tightly to ground yourself, thighs trembling around his head. Until you're crashing over the edge again, surrounded in a cloudy haze due to the intensity. Blinking back to reality you watch Wonwoo suck each finger clean of your juices, before working on his pants the material getting far too restricting by now. 

Panting you watch with hooded eyes licking your lips, “Can’t you just fuck me now...or are you afraid you’ll cum before you can get two out of me?” 

Wonwoo chuckles a little knowing your teasing is playful, before returning it as he crawls over your form leaving a small peck to your lips nipping at the bottom with a low growl.

 “Oh, love....we’re just getting started.”

[tooruluv]

Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 7 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,184

warnings/notes: um.. haha?

tag list: @afuckingunicornn​​​ @maii-flowers​​​ @clandestinerays​​​ @brownandchill​​​ @readeretal​​​ @wedojustbevibin​​​ @shigarakiskitten​​​ @shittykawaa​​​ @saeranoppa​​ @srirachibi​​ @tpwkatsumu​ @sempiternal-amour​ @bokutos-h0e​ @pinknugget​ @intheawks​

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“Oh.”

You couldn’t look at her. How could you? You felt her eyes stare into your head, but you focused all of your attention onto your hands as though they would help you escape the most awkward conversation you’ve ever had.

“You’re in love with Tooru.” Sana said, as a statement rather than question. You didn’t move, frozen. “Oh my god, and I’ve been a total bitch! I asked you on a double date… oh! Oh no, I totally just said he doesn’t like you back…”

“You’re not wrong.” You let out a small (and very emotionless) chuckle. You finally looked up at her.

“Seriously I cannot believe you are letting me be your friend when I’m dating the man you’ve been seriously in love with. What does that make me?”

“A girl who’s dating a guy who likes her back.” You told her.

The thing was, you weren’t mad at Sana. You never had an ill thought toward her. Yet, Sana was so guilty about something she (1) couldn’t control, and (2) had no idea about. You wanted to hate her, yes, but you didn’t. And Oikawa was your best friend.

“Sana, stop.” You cut her off in the middle of another rant as Sana continued about how mad she would’ve been and asking you again why you didn’t tell her about your love for the boy. “Sana! I don’t care! Truly. I told you when we first met that you had my full approval. Oikawa likes you, and I like you, and I seriously would’ve rather died than have this conversation.”

Sana gave you a look, then looked at Iwaizumi, and then back to you.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

You faked a smile. “That seems to be the question of the decade, huh?”

Tooru Oikawa showed up at your house for the first time in what seemed like forever. It was after the other two had left, and you were just lounging around (and just got off of facetime with Kuroo, which is beside the point).

“Hi.” He smiled as you swung the door open. “Please tell me that I can stay the night.”

You smiled, instantly forgetting about anything else. Because Oikawa was back to being the Oikawa you knew, and he was standing in front of you asking to stay the night.

“You can stay the night.”

You remember the very first time that Oikawa had slept in your bed with you. As kids, it never really counted, and your parents did their best to make sure the both of you slept in either separate beds or on blankets on the floor.

But, one night, Oikawa had showed up in the middle of the night. You were both still kids, basically right before puberty. He was soaking wet from rain. 

“Oikawa?” You turned your head. He grew a lot that summer. “What are you doing here?”

“I hate the lightning.” He admitted, stepping in and taking his (very wet) shoes. “Can I sleep here? My brother keeps teasing me.”

“Of course! O.M.G! We can have a sleepover. I have chocolate in my room.” 

He followed you up the stares, the both of you giggling and ready to stay up the entire night. You both lied, though, as you fell asleep before midnight. You woke up in his arms.

Sana was still your friend, you assumed. After she left, she never told you that she wanted time or space or anything of the sort. You figured that you’ve held your feelings down for this long and she noticed and it didn’t bother her.

It would’ve bothered you if you found out a friend was in love with your boyfriend.

Still, you were surprised when Sana linked her arm with yours at school. She still sent you her shining smile, waited for you before class, and talked nonsense.

“Sana, I’m confused.” You told her. She was grabbing her books out of her locker and you were standing beside her. She didn’t speak, so you continued. “I… I’m in love with your boyfriend. And you’re… you seem to be okay with the whole thing.”

“You’ve been in love with him for longer than I’ve known him.” Sana turned to you, the most serious you have ever witnessed from her. “Who am I to be mad about that? And I like our friendship, even if it did start with him.”

“You… you’re probably the coolest person ever. Actually.”

“I try to be.” Sana shut her locker, finally giving you a smile. “I’m not one to be jealous, but if this becomes some kind of kdrama I might have to use your weaknesses against you.”

“I can agree to that.”

You ate in the cafeteria for the first time in a long time. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa sat to the right of you at the circle tables, and Oikawa on your left. It felt normal. The only thing was, Sana was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Sana?” You asked Oikawa after a little bit, to which he shrugged.

“I don’t know. She said that she had something to do.”

You looked at Iwaizumi, as if he always had the answers you searched for, but he only gave you a confused look. Hm.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You and Oikawa stood in the hallway, arm’s length away and walking in opposite directions. It was after lunch and before class, the perfect time to have an awkward conversation.

“You never stopped wearing my jersey. I saw you in it last game.” He said, sending you his priceless smile.

“I plan on wearing it again tonight. If that’s okay.”

“It’s always okay.” He kept smiling, but you could see it was a little more forced than usual. “I shouldn’t have ever asked you for it.”

“If you start to apologize again, I will punch you in the face. In front of everyone here.” You told him.

His hands came out of his pockets, reaching to you. “Deal. Oh! By the way, your tie is crooked.”

You gasped, looking to your chest, only to find your tie in perfect condition.

“Make you look.”

“You child!” You laughed, smacking his arm. He laughed too, sticking his tongue out at you.

Suzuki Sana had been dating Tooru Oikawa, officially, for a month. She liked it, for the most part. He adored her, truly, and made her laugh more than ever. He also happened to be a good kisser, something she would never admit.

The only thing was, she felt way closer to you than she did with Oikawa. Not in the same ways, of course, but it was true. She wasn’t expecting to be such close friends with you so quickly.

Sana tried her best not to be jealous, or upset, about you being in love with Oikawa. But it was hard. She was a lot of things but a jealous girlfriend was not one of them. Until she watched you and Oikawa talk.

It was just a small conversation between you and him, a short one in the hallway after lunch, but it was like a spotlight shone directly on the two of you and made everyone else disappear. She could almost see the love dripping off of your face when you smiled at something he said to you. And she definitely didn’t miss the way Oikawa looked at you with stars in his eyes.

So, yeah. That’s when something changed and Sana knew what to do.

There was only one fight between Tooru Oikawa and you that resulted in multiple days of no speaking. And it was your fault. It was something stupid, but it was important.

When you were young (probably around nine or ten), you had accidentally ripped Oikawa’s permission form to go to a volleyball summer camp. It was only a couple of weeks during the summer where he would be away, and they needed to turn in the paper by mail.

Oikawa was mad at you for two full days. He yelled at you, thought that you ripped it on purpose because you didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want him to go, of course, but the rip was on accident.

He apologized on the third day. And spent the rest of the summer forcing you to play volleyball with him. By the end, you still didn’t completely understand the sport.

You have known Oikawa your entire life, your parents being best friends since their high school days. It wasn’t unusual for your parents to have dinner together and leave “the children” (you) to hang out while they’re away.

It was one of those nights, and Oikawa was trying to convince you to throw some serves for him in the backyard. You sat on the porch, next to Oikawa’s older brother, refusing to do so.

“So, I hear you have been dating someone lately.” Oikawa’s brother turned to you, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. Oikawa froze from his position, ball in hand. You didn’t notice. “Tell me the details.”

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You told him, face flushed.

“Ah! You’re so flustered right now!” He teased you. “Who is he?”

“No one. I’m not dating anyone.” You crossed your arms. You looked at Oikawa, trying to gauge his reaction. He had his back turned to you.

Oikawa’s brother noticed your focus, and you swore his grin got wider. “I see. You’re not over it.”

“Not over it.” You replied, both of you sharing a secret as old as time.

Tetsurou Kuroo had facetimed you one day after school, before one of Seijoh’s games. It was a filler game, one that didn’t count towards championships, but you were excited to go to a game when everything was back to normal.

“Hello, jersey.” He greeted through the phone. He was laying in bed, one arm under his head. You had a very thirsty thought, but you will keep that to yourself. You didn’t like Kuroo that way.

“Hello, hair.” You joked back, pointing out his hair (which was flat and on his face and not done per usual).

“Why are you still at school? The game doesn’t start for like half an hour.”

“I forgot something in my locker.” You told him, turning the corner towards your locker. “And my mom dropped me off before going to run some errands, so I’m here early.”

Kuroo talked to you for a minute about something volleyball related, and then something about something else you couldn’t remember, before you ended up at your locker.

The lockers were a bit shorter than the ceiling, so there was a space between the top of the locker. Right above yours was a blue athletic water bottle with an “O” on it. You chuckled, rolling your eyes, reaching up to grab it (using a shelf in your locker after not being able to reach).

“Hey, Kuroo, do you mind if I call you back later?”

“Yeah, cool. Talk to you later?”

You smiled at him from your camera. “I’ll probably text you during the game.”

He smiled and waved you goodbye. You clicked the end button as you twirled the full water bottle in your hand.

You walked into the gym, towards the boys who collected around the chairs by the coach. The minute you seen the back of Oikawa’s head, you knew that he wasn’t the happiest.

It was like the cheerful Oikawa from earlier had vanished.

“Hey, ‘Kawa…” you started, but before you could get any closer or say anything else, he pivoted.

His eyes met yours, and he was livid. The air was immediately tense.

“Dude can you fucking leave me alone for one minute?” Oikawa deadpanned. He was angry, his voice loud enough to cause most of the crowd to go silent to listen in. You froze in place. “Seriously, get off the court and let me play this fucking game without worrying about you. You know Sana broke up with me because of you? Did you know that? You always have to have some kind of interference for literally everything good happening in my life. Why don’t you go? Leave me be? You don’t even fucking like volleyball.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and your voice caught in your throat. You couldn’t move. You blinked.

“God, it’s so fucking annoying. I get it, you’re in love with me or whatever, but Jesus Christ dude find someone else to follow. ”

You swallowed. Not only did your heart shatter, but he also pointed every insecurity you had. Annoying him, being a bother… You couldn’t breathe. He knew. Of course he knew. How could he not know?

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice was small, and you were surprised that it didn’t waver. You held the waterbottle to him, hands shaking. “I was just bringing you your water bottle. You left it on top of my locker.”

You placed the water bottle on the ground next to the coach before walking out of the gym doors, and then sprinting down the hall.

[ihearthenryyycavill]

Can you please write a Henry one? First time being intimate with each other and you’re a bit nervous 💙

Author’s note: I tried my best! I hope you like it anon :D Warnings: bit of smut, talk about being nervous/anxious

There were two reasons why your heart was beating the way it was. First of all, you were in a heated up making out session with your newest date, one of the most interesting men in the whole world. Second, you would probably end up having sex, and while sex in general was no problem to you...you would have sex with someone who looks like a Greek God, modeled after Zeus himself. You weren’t looking that bad yourself, but compared to your lover? Oh boy…

Henry pulled away from the kiss, panting as he reached down to unbutton his shirt. They were always a tad too tight, hugging his body to show off all of his muscles. This shirt even had a little tear by its side, losing against the sheer endless supply of muscles, sweat and testosterone. How intoxicating he was…

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you finally saw his chest in real life. So often you had seen it on shows and movies, but in real life he looked even better. No dehydration going on, his muscles looking human. Oh, if you weren’t careful, you’d start drooling.

“You alright?”, Henry asked, making you snap out our thoughts - thoughts you had buried yourself in to ignore how nervous you were.

“Hm? Oh, oh, yeah, everything’s okay!”, you said, earning a raised eyebrow from your lover. He wasn’t buying it.

Shit.

Henry sat up, looking down to you - how pretty you looked under his large frame. No matter what size, everyone would look tiny next to him. You blinked a few times while he studied your body, looking up and down on you, taking in every inch of you.

“Are you comfortable?”, Henry asked, to which you nodded. “But you are nervous, right?”, you couldn’t deny that fact. You nodded again and sighed.

“Yes, I am. I am so-”

“Stop right there darling. Nothing to be sorry for.”, his response surprised your - your fling before hadn’t been that nice about you being nervous.

Henry grabbed your hands, giving them a squeeze, “We can stop whenever you want. I don’t want to force you into anything.”, you nodded as reply, sitting up a bit straighter too.

“I...I am just nervous because you are...well”, you tried to form a sentence, moving your hands around, “You are you! One of the sexiest men alive! And I am...me.”

“But I have still chosen you, darling. You don’t have to be on any list for me to love you.”

“Oh.”

Henry laughed, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, “Look. I think you are amazing. One in a billion.”, he muttered against your skin, his hands moving up and down your sides. You weren’t wearing a shirt anymore, goosebumps covering your entire upper body. Henry was able to feel every roll on your body, every little imperfection which made you so perfect in his eyes.

“I want you, darling. And I hope you want me too.”, he whispered, barely audible, even for you.

“I want you too, Henry.”, you finally replied, the smile on his lips grew a few more centimeters. And you could swear something else pressing against your leg grew a few more centimeters too. You took the opportunity and reached down, cupping his cock with your hand. A soft moan escaped Henry’s lips, a sound so sweet. You tighten your grip a little bit, causing him to buck his hips into the direction of your hand.

“Are you on birth control?”, he asked, to which you confirmed that you were, and in mere seconds, clothes were flying around the room, you ending on top of him.

All causes of anxiety were gone, all what mattered in this very moment were him and you, and the world outside stopped for a few minutes.

You lowered yourself down on his hard cock, slowly taking him in, centimeter after centimeter. Henry’s eyes were closed shut, soft pants escaping his parted lips as your warmth enclosed his cock.

“You feel so good, baby.”, he breathed out before he started to buck his hips up, finding a good rhythm right away. You leaned in a bit, pressing your lips against Henry’s in a weak attempt to muffle your moans, filling the whole room with your sounds of pleasure.

Everything was perfect from the start to the end, a fuck you knew you’d tell your lady friends about during an evening filled with wine and dirty confessions. Henry had just brought you a towel to clean yourself up, throwing it into the washing machine afterwards.

“You need something?”, he asked as he leaned against the door frame, eyeing your fucked out body as you laid in post-coitoral bliss. You looked up into his direction, and instead of saying something, you just reached out towards him. Henry laughed, understanding what you meant. He laid down next to him, pulling you close, your head on his chest. He felt so warm, a kind of warmth you could get used to.

[lu-undy]

lu lost perle eventually, mundy comforting him-just like you said before.

Here it is!

It was a quiet Saturday that day, but Lucien would remember it all of his remaining life. 

He was busy with the usual chores left and right in the house while his other half was in town. The van needed to be checked and the fridge nearly empty. 

Lucien changed the sheets on the bed and went to deal with the laundry. He whistled to himself as he came down the stairs with a basin in his hands containing said laundry. 

"Meow?" 

"Oui, ma chérie. Tu veux aider Papa?" 

[Yes, my darling. Do you want to help Papa?]

Lucien's white, long-haired cat followed her Papa, walking close behind him. As soon as he put the basin down, she jumped in the old sheets and rolled on her back. 

"Perle, non…" He chuckled and scratched her, tickling her all over her belly. She tried to gnaw on his fingers, grab them and push them away playfully. He pulled her out of the basin after a minute of playing and carried her in his arms to hug her, holding her like a baby.

He sat down on the floor and spent a few minutes cuddling with her, talking with her, exchanging headbutts and words of love and praise.

Lucien absolutely loved his cat, she was his counsellor, confidente and since he had rescued her when she was but a kitten, he watched over her and raised her as he would a daughter. And he remembered when he had rescued her. She had rescued him too.

Back in those days, more than a decade ago, he was on a mission and was coming back to his hotel room where he had found her at his door dirty, shivering and fragile. She was so dirty in fact that she was grey with patches of yellowish filth. 

She had hissed at him all the while climbing on his shoe and not letting go of his ankle. He remembered how she planted her still soft claws and little fangs into him. Lucien had of course pulled her out of him to get rid of her, but to no avail. She stayed on him and he had hated it…!

He had eventually entered his flat with her and gave her a bath. Lucien smiled as he remembered how she bit his hand as ferociously as she could, the poor thing, until he opened a can of tuna. Unsurprisingly enough, she soon preferred to plant her fangs there. 

Since then, they had learnt to live together, spy and kitten. And when the Frenchman came back home from work, she would suck all his attention to herself, meowing, asking for pets, for scratches and for more playtime until the poor thing was exhausted and would fall asleep holding Lucien's hand between her paws.

"Meow!"

"Ma chérie, je dois m'occuper des linges, donne-moi un petit instant."

[My darling, I need to take care of the laundry, give me a little instant.]

He stood back up and resumed his chores. 

In town, Mundy was making haste. He glanced one last time at the list that Lucien had hand-written for him. 

"Oh bugger, that's last week's one, isn't it?" He flipped the note and the back read "Je t'aime, mon chéri", which he now knew translated to "I love you, my darling."

Yeah, that was last week's note. Mundy shoved a hand in his pocket and took all the lists out, reading them back and front with his groceries bag in hand, in the middle of the market. And his awkward flipping of the little notes made him drop his bag. 

"Ah, bloody hell…!" He knelt down and picked them up. A woman kindly stopped to help him. "Thanks, mate."

"No worries." She smiled and took one of the notes from the ground. "Oh, your wife has a beautiful handwriting." 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped and he smiled. 

"Yeah, she does." He answered. 

"Here you go, you go it all back."

"Thanks again."

"No problem, have a nice day!" 

The woman went away and Mundy finally found the right note. He checked and when he was sure he hadn't forgotten anything, he headed back home. 

Lucien always asked him to throw away the past notes to not get confused between them all but Mundy couldn't. He loved those notes, they all had a different message on the back, but were all signed with a capital, cursive L and a heart. 

When he finally hit back home, Mundy opened the door wide and slipped in before pushing the door back with his foot, given that his hands were carrying the food bag.

"I'm home, Lu'! I got everything on the list." 

Mundy headed straight for the kitchen and put the bag down on the table. He then removed his jacket to get more comfortable, and hung it next to the front door. 

"Lu'?" 

The Frenchman was nowhere to be heard, so the Aussie started looking in every room. 

"Lu'? Where are you, love?" 

No one was downstairs so Mundy went upstairs. After looking in the bedroom and even the bathroom, he came out confused and frowning. 

"Where the hell is he…?" He wondered out loud while putting his hands on his hips. He came back to the kitchen, dragging his feet, and looked at the notes on the fridge. That was how Lucien communicated when he wasn't there, by leaving a note on the fridge. But there wasn't any new one. 

Hm. Odd.

Mundy turned to go back to the living room when a sight caught his eye through the French window, in the garden. 

"Gosh…" He rushed to it and opened it. "Lu'? What are you doing there? Oh?" 

The Frenchman was sitting cross-legged, his back to Mundy and his entire upper body rocking back and forth. 

"Lu'...?" 

When Mundy turned around him, his jaw dropped. Lucien was crying, holding Perle against his chest and rocking back and forth like a mad man. 

"What is it…?" Mundy crouched down. "What's wrong? Why're you holdin' Pearl like that?" 

The Frenchman couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything but keep his eyes closed and let his tears stream down his face, continuously. His breath hitched each time he tried to catch it, before he would dive in his sorrow again. 

"What is it?" Mundy repeated and Lucien curled up even more on Perle. "Love, don't hold her that hard…" The Aussie put a hand between them, on Perle's fluff. "She'll claw you if you - oh, God…"

His pupils retracted to a dot when he felt how cold the cat was. His eyes darted to Perle, her face, her eyes that were still open.

"No… Give her over here…" 

Lucien was so overwhelmed that he did not fight Mundy back. The Aussie took the cat in his arms and realised how limp her body was. 

"Pearl…? Pearl, baby? Pearl? Talk to Dad? Meow to Papa, Pearl? Pearl?!" 

He sat down and scratched her cheeks, feeling his own burn with the tears rising. 

"Pearl, baby, say somethin', please?" 

Lucien lowered his head and covered face in his hands, drenching them with more tears. 

"Oh my God…" Mundy started crying too, sniffling between two bits of sentences. "When? When did she…?" 

"I don't know… I was dealing with the laundry… She came to play with me and then she went on her own way… Next time I saw her, she was… she was on the grass and… Mundy…" Lucien caught his breath in a staccato. "Mundy…" He burst out crying again, leaning on his lover. 

"I'm… Fuck…" Mundy pushed her eyelids to shut down. "We need to treat her right, baby, you hear me?" 

Lucien nodded, his forehead against Mundy's shoulder. 

"Right… Go in the house and get a box." 

"Mundy, I can't… I… Tell me she is fine, please… I… I can't live without her… She has been here for the past fifteen years or so… I can't, Mundy…" 

"Love, we gotta do what's right…" Mundy sniffled and looked down at his lover. "Y'know what, you hold her safe and I'll get what we need, yeah?" 

"Mundy, please, no…" Mundy gave him the cat and knelt down to lace his arms around Lucien.

"Love, I… There's nothing else anyone can do…I'm sorry, I'm so bloody sorry…"

"But Mundy… She was our baby… Perle, ma chérie… Mon amour… Mon bébé… Ma petite Perle chérie…"

[Pearl, my darling… My love… My baby… My little darling Perle…]

Lucien held her in his arms and curled on her to hug her as tight as possible, crying in her fur. Mundy held him and let his tears flow too for a minute or so, before he stood up. 

A moment later, he came back with a box and a shovel. He walked past Lucien and started digging in the garden. 

Lucien didn't pay attention to him and kept on talking to his cat as if she could still hear him. 

The sound of the shovel hitting the ground dissolved in the air and Lucien noticed only when it stopped, and the silence fell heavily. He turned to Mundy and saw the Aussie on his knees. Yeah, that hole was deep and big enough. 

"C'mere, Lu'. Bring her in." 

The Frenchman obeyed. He lay Perle in the box, and both him and Mundy closed it, crying all the while. When the box was lowered, they stood on all four and put the soil back, crying and mumbling, trying to bid farewell to the best friend and baby they both shared. 

When they were done, none of them could move. Their hands were dirty, as were their trousers from kneeling down on the ground, but none of them cared. They stayed there in the garden, on their knees. 

"Do you think that… we gave her a good life?" Lucien asked. 

Mundy turned his head to look at him before closing the gap between them and lacing an arm around his lover. 

"Yeah… Course, we did. She… She lived the best life she could ever have dreamt of. We… We treated her really well. I mean…" Mundy had to stop for an instant, to steady his breath. "We loved her so much… She was like… She was our baby, our little baby girl and… And you cooked for her from time to time and she'd always be there in the house… She'd be… She'd be playin' around with us and… Gosh, she was the best kitty ever. She was friendly and never attacked anyone. She loved to be the centre of attention and yeah, she loved pets and scratches and all that…"

"Mundy, I miss her…" Lucien turned and buried his head in Mundy's chest before crying more. 

Grieving took weeks. The house was oddly silent. No one was there to steal the chicken when Lucien was preparing it. No one was shedding their white hairs on Lucien's clothes. No one would wake Mundy up early for nothing else but attention. No one would nap in impossible locations and positions. And when either Lucien or Mundy opened the cupboard in the kitchen, no one came and meowed for treats.

The silence sometimes screamed loud. The absence of meows and noises of claws on the wooden floor was unbearable. 

That day, months after Perle had passed, Mundy was cleaning the house and realised that they hadn't dealt with Perle's toys, her bed, her cat tree and scratching post. All of her was still there, in the house. Neither him or Lucien had the strength to throw it away. It still counted too much. Mundy stared at Perle's little bed. He had built it with a few wooden planks and a pillow. Lucien had always chosen the pillow cases. They were all girly pink, or white with red hearts for example.

Mundy stared and stared. He sighed and Lucien saw him walk to the front door and take an umbrella. 

"Where are you going, mon amour?"

[My love]

"I won't be long." 

The Aussie exited the house. It was pouring outside and the umbrella was barely enough to protect him. He walked and walked. His heeled boots splashed into the thin layer of rain water on the pavement. 

Lucien was left home, alone. He hated it. He didn't know what to do. He tried watching some television, doing some chores, anything! The silence was making him mad. He did all the chores and even prepared some dinner, in the middle of the bloody afternoon, just to keep him busy, and the house a bit noisy! 

He ended up in the kitchen, looking through the French window where the grass had grown back, in that little corner. He had planted a little olive tree there now. Why? Because they had another one and Perle loved climbing it and playing with the olives when the time of the year was right. So there it was, the baby olive tree, growing as well as it could. 

Lucien sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. Mundy, please come back soon…

And as if God himself had heard him, the front door opened. 

"Mundy?"

"Yeah, love, it's me, I'm back, darl'."

Lucien went to him and took the umbrella away. 

"Where did you go? It is pouring rain outside, couldn't it wait? Look at you, you are drenched."

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I had to pick this up." 

"Couldn't a new pair of shoes wait?" Lucien answered and took the drenched shoe box that Mundy was holding. "You left me alone and… It was horrible!" 

Mundy removed his boots and his jacket. 

"Look, gimme just a second. I'll take a quick shower and be right back with you."

Lucien looked at the shoe box and frowned. He put it next to Mundy's shoes near the front door and went to prepare some coffee. 

When the Aussie came back fresh and dry, he hugged his lover from behind in the kitchen and kissed his temple. 

"Hey, love."

Lucien didn't answer. 

"Where did you put the box I brought with me?" 

The Frenchman frowned.

"Next to your shoes."

"Oh, ok, be right back." Mundy went and returned a second later. "Love, come and sit on the sofa." 

Lucien grabbed both their coffee mugs and came to the living-room. He took a seat on the sofa and put the coffees on the coffee table. 

"Here." Mundy handed him the box. 

"Mundy, I do not need shoes." 

"Take it." 

"Mundy-"

"I said, take it. Open it and see." 

Lucien sighed. He took the box that he put on his lap and stared at it blankly for a second. He hated boxes now. 

"C'mon, open it." 

He placed his fingers left and right and lifted the cover. 

"Mon Dieu!" 

[My God!]

In the box lay a kitten. It was all grey and very fluffy with still its kitten fuzz. 

"What is this, Mundy?" 

"It's a kitten."

"I know, but what… I mean why?" Lucien asked, staring at the ball of fluff looking everywhere around it. 

"Meow…?" The mewl was adorable and it pinched Lucien's heart. 

"It's a baby girl. She's about two months old now. No one wants to adopt her cause people don't find grey cats pretty, so I took her from the shelter."

Lucien gently picked her up in his palms and pushed the box away to drop her on his lap. 

"What is her name?" 

"We can name her whatever we want, love." He smiled and Lucien's eyes filled with tears. He raised the kitten to his chest and hugged her dearly.

"Mon Dieu… She… She is so soft and…" 

"Yeah, she was the last one of the litter too. All her brothers and sisters got adopted."

"Poor creature…" Lucien's tears beaded at the corner of his eyes and as he blinked, they slid down his slim cheeks. 

"Yeah…" Mundy got closer and hugged his lover. "So what d'you wanna call her?" 

"Perle." Lucien answered without thinking for one second. 

"You sure? You named Pearl that way cause she was white. This one's grey."

"I know. But look at her… You did not see Perle when I rescued her but she looked similar to this one. She was a ball of grey hair too."

"We should name her something different." Mundy said. "She's not Pearl and she will never be her."

"I know, I just…"

The kitten mewled in Lucien's hands. He put her on his shoulder and she went to his neck and started playing with his face and his hair.

"Hey, it's fine. Let's have a think, yeah? She's grey this little one. What's grey?"

"I do not know…"

"Clouds?"

"Non." Lucien chuckled under the kitten's mewls. He offered more of his face and she touched his cheeks and headbutted him. "She is very excited…! Non, non, non, this is Papa's nose, don’t use your claws.”

“Meow!”

“Don’t talk back either, petit chaton cendré.”

“What did you call her?”

“Little ashen cat.” Lucien answered, playing with her on his lap.

“Ashy!”

“What?” 

“Her name. She could be Ash, Ashy, something like that.”

“What about Cinderella?” Lucien asked.

“Meow?”

“It comes from Cinder which is grey, non?”

“Yeah, go for Cinderella, or Cindy for short.” Mundy answered. “What would that be in French?”

“Cendrillon.” Lucien answered. “A beautiful, princess name.” 

The kitten played with his fingers.

“Now, I am Papa, and this scruffy man here is Dad.”

“Meow?”

“Scruffy?” Mundy repeated.

“Oui, you are scruffy, but I love your scruffiness.”

“Scruffy?” He repeated again and Lucien held the kitten up, facing Mundy.

“Cendrillon, do you find your Dad to be scruffy?”

“Meow!”

“See, she does!”

“No, she doesn’t!”

Both chuckled and Lucien freed their new baby on the carpet. She started discovering her vast new territory, one that she would soon call home. Meanwhile, Papa and Dad were still on the sofa.

“Thank you, Mundy.” Lucien snuggled against his lover.

“Hey now, it’s nothing.”

“Non, it is everything. I did not even think about saving a new kitten.”

“Nah, you can’t think straight when you’re sad, baby.” Mundy held his lover closer and kissed his hair. “Feel a bit better?”

“Oui, thanks to you again.”

“Bah, my pleasure, really. I love seeing that smile on your old face.”

“Old?!” Lucien exclaimed, his eyes opening wide.

“Well, if I’m scruffy, then you’re old.”

“Old?!”

“You're a good kind of old, like wine. You just keep gettin’ better and better. Can’t get enough of you.”

Mundy’s hands and lips made the Frenchman’s brain melt and his complaint dissolved in the heat of the embrace.

[stupid-stew]

two vent fics in as many days? me? nooooo.

the answer is actually yes. i am in crisis all of the time. here take a gender one because why the heck not it's 4:30 am and i have nothing to lose. luz, toady you are me. there is also a little bit of parent eda because what do you take me for? a fool? (Pronouns? AO3 link if that floats ur boat)

Luz Noceda had a lot of problems.

Sure, she was stuck in a hell dimension with no way home in sight, where her best chance of surviving was reliant on her having magic, of which she had none, and was separated from her mom, and was currently blaming herself for her surrogate mom having lost her magic, but that wasn’t the point right now.

Right now, Luz was focused on herself. That’s usually how these nights ended up, with her so lost in thought that she circled back to the root of the problem, she didn’t know who she was.

That wasn’t entirely true, she was Luz Noceda, average teen, lover of Azura, daughter of Camila, professional witch in training, student at Hexside School of Magic and Demonics, foe to an unlucky few, friend to most, the girl who had managed to outsmart the emperor and get herself stuck so far from home she might as well just give up now. Luz knew what she was, she was what other people knew her for, but who was she? Anyone’s guess, suggestions much appreciated.

She had grown up in an environment that exposed her to many different people, the internet. Yeah, maybe she had seen a lot of stuff way before she should have, but she also had the whole world at her fingertips, many types of people and experiences just on the other side of her screen, and it had led to some amazing things. Her mom had also been a big help, allowing Luz to question and experiment any which way she pleased, as long as she was happy and safe. That had helped Luz figure out who she liked, she was comfortable telling her mom she liked girls confidently at the ripe age of 10, Camila had of course been nothing but accepting.

That was easy enough, right? She knew exactly what she was, who she liked, hell she could figure out most people just by looking at them, so why couldn’t she figure out herself?

And that was where Luz was at, laying on the floor in her makeshift bedroom in the owl house, once again wondering what in the hell was a gender.

Luz was no stranger to this internal battle, it sort of came with the whole territory of figuring out your sexuality, but for the life of her she didn’t even know where to start.

Ok, she thought to herself, let’s start from the top. I don’t know where the top is. What is the easiest way to go about this. Most people start with pronouns, maybe that’s a good place to start? Luz let out a groan, this was going nowhere. Back on track. she/her. Simple enough, good solid pronouns. That’s what most people have called me forever. I'm comfortable with it, other people are comfortable with it, no, what other people think doesn’t matter, this is about me. Focus, Luz. Ok, she/her, fine. Though not always, doesn’t always feel right, how can words feel right or wrong that doesn’t even make sense. Whatever, most of the time she/her equals a girl.

Luz shivered at that, girl, the word had never felt right to her, something about it was gross in her mind. She had always hated being referred to as girl or daughter, but never had the guts to speak up about it in the moment. Luz chuckled to herself, and look where we are now. she/her moved to the maybe pile for now.

Next on the list was he/him. Luz smiled at that. Being a somewhat androgynous child for most of her life with short hair, being called her mother’s son at the grocery store was a fairly common occurrence. She recalled one time she was out with a couple of friends and some sweet old lady had said to them “you ladies have a nice day.” and then looked at Luz and added “oh, my bad, and gentleman.” Luz had to leave the store at that, her friends had assumed she was upset that the lady had called her a gentleman, but that wasn’t the case. She was more upset about having been singled out than anything, in fact she hadn’t at all minded being called a gentleman. It didn’t feel completely right, but it didn’t feel completely wrong either.

Ok, so pronouns, this is Luz, he is my apprentice. Eh, feels about the same as she. That’s so lame I was hoping there would be some sort of difference. The only discomfort is that i’m used to she, god my head hurts just thinking about this. Luz rolled over to her other side and covered her head with her sleeping bag. How can I feel literally the same about the two, I haven’t even left the binary, there’s only two options, one should be right, the other should be wrong. This is the same idea as answering an either or question and both options are the same but both are neither right nor wrong. It doesn’t even make sense. If the binary isn’t going to give me my answers then I need to step it up.

They/Them was dangerous territory for Luz and she knew it. This wasn’t her first time around the block, she knew that she loved they/them pronouns for herself. “This is Luz, they’re my apprentice.” God it just felt so right. She could never figure out why, much less bring herself to even try, which was probably how she kept landing herself in this situation. Laying up at night, staring at the ceiling, running pronouns, of all things, through her head over and over. It probably would have been easier if she had someone to tell her how gender was supposed to feel. What it was supposed to identify, what it was supposed to offer for her identity, but alas. It had been easier with her sexuality, she knew from the moment someone had told her that liking girls was even an option that was who she was. She was confident in that, it was simple enough. So why was this still so hard?

Luz took her head out from under her sleeping bag and rubbed the heel of her palms over her eyes. I know I like they/them pronouns, they’re my favorite, they feel so correct, huh go figure I finally got my answer, words can feel right. Still not sure how… anyways, what the hell do I do about it? Ask people to just change the way they refer to me? That’s absurd. Luz knew it wasn’t absurd. Not in the slightest. She knew she had done it for plenty of people before, people she had known for years. It wasn’t hard, it was actually pretty easy and she was glad to switch around how she referred to them no matter how many times they asked. So why can’t I just do the same. Most people see me as a boy or a girl, it’s fine, it’s ok, well at the very least I can deal with it. What are they supposed to do? Just not?

Luz sprawled out on her back and shut her eyes as tight as she could. She knew she had met plenty of people who were non binary, and somehow she had been able to erase the idea of them being either a boy or a girl out of her head almost completely. It’s just how it had worked, was it because she didn’t really see herself in that way either? Maybe I’m just making it up. Maybe it’s all in my head and I’m stopping myself from causing a lot of problems, what if I’m wrong, what if I make a mistake and have to ask people to change around again? I barely figured out what pronouns I prefer, ok well I’ve known for a while, but I still don’t have a label. Non binary? Maybe? I wish I knew what gender was supposed to feel like. She placed her hands behind her head and sighed. If you asked me what gender felt like to me I either wouldn’t have an answer and would start crying or would just scream shrilly at you for a few minutes. Pronouns don’t equal gender but what are either of those. If I use they/them pronouns do I have to identify as non binary? I don’t even like labeling my sexuality and I know what that is. God, I haven’t even scratched the surface of how I present mysel-

Her thoughts were muted by a knock at her door.

“Luz I know you’re awake.”

It was Eda, of course it was. Who else would be awake at this hour and hear her singular sigh from the hallway?

Luz pushed herself up from off the ground and slowly opened the door.

“Can’t sleep?” Eda asked.

Luz just shook her head. She didn’t have the energy for words at the moment.

Eda sighed and stretched out her arm to reach behind her head and pull out a clock from her hair. “Me neither, looks like it’s too late for either of us to be awake. Want some tea?”

Luz nodded and followed Eda down the creaky stairs and to the kitchen. Eda immediately found a kettle and started filling it with water to boil while Luz took a seat at the counter. They sat with just the sound of the running tap for a few uncomfortable seconds before Eda asked the question Luz had been dreading.

“What’s keeping you up?”

Shoot. Can I talk to her about this? It’s Eda, she doesn’t care, does she? Nobody here seems to mind anything, cool non binary witches. That’s so rad. I don’t want to bother her, what if she doesn’t understand, so I have the energy to explain? How would I even go about dropping this if it goes south?

“Hellooooo? Isles to Luz?”

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Eda waving her hands in her face, she looked… worried? Oh, I haven’t answered her question.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing.”

Eda didn’t believe her for a minute.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

Luz just sort of turned her head away and shrugged. Eda knew she couldn’t pry it out of the kid. Instead, she just decided to finish making the tea. The two of them sat in silence while the tea bags steeped, which gave Luz a moment back to herself to question her next move.

Eda handed Luz the steaming mug. “You can talk about it if you want. I’ll listen.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

Eda grinned. They were getting somewhere, whatever was keeping the kid awake this late at night was reaching the surface.

“Just go for it, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Sooo many things Eda.

Luz decided to just start out simple. “Do you know what pronouns are?”

Eda nodded. Ok, good.

“Ok, what are your pronouns?”

Eda was taken aback by this a little, nobody had asked her that in years. What was the kid dealing with? “Well, I use she/her pronouns, but I’ve never really felt attached to any of them, so whatever works just works I guess. Same for King, I don’t really think he cares much as long as you’re referring to him as royalty.” Eda snorted with laughter.

Luz was kind of in shock. Does she feel the same way I do? How did she pick? “How did you know?” the words just kind of fell out of her mouth in a mess.

“Know what?”

Eda looked at her with confusion.

“What pronouns you use?”

“I don’t know, here nobody really cared that much, why should I?”

Then Eda remembered.

“Ooooh yeah you humans use them for that whole gender identity thing. We kind of have that here but it’s not as big of a deal, you guys have all those labels, yeah?”

Luz swallowed deeply and nodded.

“Is that what’s keeping you up?”

Another nod.

“Do you wanna talk at me? I know you do better with your words than your mind, I can do the dishes while you talk if you don’t want my focus.”

Luz was now completely dumbfounded. In the last two minutes, Eda had told her that not only was gender a human thing, but that she was willing to let Luz process it the way that she needed, how had she known? Wait…. Just how similar are Eda and I? Luz couldn’t help but wonder.

Luz nodded and Eda got up without a word and headed straight for the sink.

“I don’t know. Back in the human world, people have a lot of words that they use to describe their genders. I don’t understand any of them, I know their definitions, but I don’t know how to relate to them.”

Luz paused and Eda gave her a gentle hum of interest as a signal to continue.

“They’ve just never made sense to me, I don’t know why and I don’t know how but it’s incredibly frustrating. I gave up on trying to get it and moved on to the things that I do get, which is limited to pronouns. You’ve got the binary pronouns like she and he, usually those fit the words girl and boy, not always, sometimes people use more than one set of pronouns, but the thing is I can’t pick. They feel the exact same to me. There are other ones, the most common being they/them, and I really like those, Eda I really really like them.”

Eda smiled at her, glad to see Luz’s face lighting up.

“But I don’t know. I don’t know if I should use one set, multiple. It’s really bothering that so many people back home understand, they just seem so sure of themselves, they know who they are, they know that they’re a boy or a girl or neither or even both, there’s even more genders to be a combination of, but I can’t. I think there has to be something wrong with me because I know it shouldn’t be this hard but it is, it’s always on my mind, and I can’t stop it or make it make sense. I haven’t even begun to entertain the idea of asking people to change the pronouns they use for me because I can’t tell myself what label even goes with what, and I feel stupid.”

Eda stopped what she was doing.

“You aren’t stupd Luz.”

“How can you say that when I don’t even know who I am, I can’t even figure out what words I want people to use when they refer to me.” Luz sounded exhausted.

Eda turned around and looked her in the face, dead serious. “You aren’t stupid, you just don’t know who you are,” she dried her hands on a towel and sat down across from Luz. “and that’s ok. I know it’s maddening not knowing, but you’re allowed to feel that way, if you don’t have all the answers, what’s gonna happen? Are you gonna die?”

Luz rolled her eyes “sometimes it really does feel like it.”

Eda stood up. “Well we can’t have that, no dead apprentices. You seem to have been thinking about this for a long time, you just need a little bit of a push. Pick some new pronouns.”

Luz stared at her, “what?”

“You can’t figure out how the feeling works, or if there even is one, that’s ok. But, you know that there are some words that fit better than others. You might not be able to tell me why, but you know what they are. What are they?”

Luz didn’t know what to do, she hadn’t prepared herself for this. She was ready for Eda not knowing what was going on, not this. She’s right, time to rip off the bandaid.

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do.”

There really is no getting out of this one.

“I don’t know, I guess they/them feels ok? Better than the others?”

“And so it shall be.” Eda stated matter-of-factly.

Luz shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “but I don’t know, I’m really used to she/her, they don’t fit quite right but they’ve never really felt wrong enough to get rid of completely.”

Eda shrugged, “you don’t have to. You can use both if you want.”

Luz wasn’t sure, she knew Eda was right, but she couldn’t help but recall the time someone had told her that adding they/them to your pronouns was performative and accomplished nothing. Screw them.

“Ok.” It was simple, but it’s all she had.

“Anything else I should know?”

Luz took a deep breath, she was in this far, might as well keep it up.

“It really bothers me when I get referred to as a girl, I know that I don’t know what labels go where, but I know that one is wrong.”

“Good to know.”

This was going way better than Luz expected, but now all her thoughts were out and she had a little bit of a resolution, she was finally starting to feel how late it was. She yawned, “I think I’m done for the night.”

Eda put on a mock offended look, “But you didn’t even touch your tea? I worked so hard on that for you!”

Luz gave her a weak smile. “It was never about the tea, was it, you just wanted me to talk.”

Eda reached out and ruffled Luz’s hair, “It worked, huh?”

“Yeah I guess it did.”

“Good.”

They emptied their cups into the now pristine sink and went back up the stairs.

“Thanks Eda.”

“Don’t mention it.”