#(also ignore the fact that i have no idea how her hair suit or eyes work b ye

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, heartless Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, mention of drugs, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 1796

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

“Get lost fuckface and bring me a coffee,” Ben said telling the the poor guy who was trying his best to make Soldier Boy happy till the broadcast start.

The announcement of the new Payback member to the American public was scheduled for today. The company's executives had already made the decision to bring on a new employee, despite the fact that the team already had enough members. Everyone on the team opposed this idea, with the exception of Soldier Boy and you, but nothing changed.

You didn't mind if a new person joined the team because they were assigning Soldier Boy all tasks, regardless of importance, and you could see he was growing more and more irate with each passing day. Given that Black Noir was the team's second-strongest member, it was obvious Soldier Boy didn't appreciate the concept of being used for insignificant tasks constsantly. It was obvious that the team definitely required one more strong member.

“You don’t have to be so rude to those people,” you murmered as you approached Ben. "They are all scared of you already.”

Ben chuckled as he sat down and sniffed the white dust, saying, “I am not familiar with the concept of princess treatment, sweetheart, and nobody respects a pussy leader; keep that in mind.”

You sighed knowing he would never change his attitude just because you told him to. He pulled you to his lap and gave you a quick and firm kiss, silencing you before you argue with him.

All of you were taken aback when a new supe was introduced because you hadn't seen her before. She smiled and gave a short but impactful speech about how she would benefit America and its citizens. She looked nice and strong with her red suit and long red hair.

You were only made to feel worse by the fact that everyone was rooting for Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess every day, and their fan base became stronger over time. The current Crimson Countess stood on the side where you used to stand. They were singing together in ads while standing side by side and hand in hand, which was keeping you up at nights. The growing distance between you and Ben was eating you alive.

He hardly ever visited or spoke to you during the day, despite the fact that he used to spend the night with you in the past. There were moments when you tried to talk to him about what was going on, but he waved you off right away, saying he had things to do and couldn't be seen with any other woman but the Countess.

You were frequently questioned about their relationship, and you smiled while telling the cameras that they were lucky to have found each other and that they were strong together. If only they were aware of your true feelings.

Even though Ben continued to treat Noir rudely, which greatly upset and angered you, the rest of the crew was glad that Soldier Boy had finally become distracted. This was because they had been mistreated and bullied by him less than in the past. You two had heated disagreements over Noir as well in the past, but Ben consistently ignored your emotions and ideas. Now that Crimson also supported him about how he should treat the team made your blood boil with hatred and agony.

Noir remarked, removing his mask, “I can't do this, Y/N. I refuse to bow to him and put up with the way he treats me.”

You walked up to him and touched his back to get him to turn to face you. “What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I’m saying he is not worthy of being a leader.” Noir paced violently and stated, “All he does is get high with Crimson and bully me and everyone around him. He left you aside too.”

Though you knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, his words cut deep and silenced you for a second.

“Don’t do something crazy, Noir. You hear me?” You asked, ignoring his thoughts about Ben leaving you. “You know his short temper.”

Noir was always kind and kind, so you were surprised to see him so furious, but you knew he was right about everything, and Ben seemed to be getting worse and more distant every day as his connection with Countess took shape right before your eyes. You seemed to be deceiving yourself all along when you told yourself that their relationship wasn't real.

“I don’t know. Someone must do something about this.”

“You don’t stand a chance against him,” you said as you grasped his arms tightly. “I’ll talk to him, okay. I’ve got this, I promise.”

Noir gave you a nod before he put the mask on, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You waited patiently until you learned Ben would be alone tonight because Crimson would be going on a mission. Your heart raced when you entered his house without saying anything. He must have heard the noises you made already, because he turned to you immediately and did not look surprised to see you.

“Hi,” you whispered, not knowing how to react around him anymore.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked as he sat down in the coach after. He was high on cocaine.

As you walked up to him, you gave him a disappointed expression, but the way he looked stopped you. In the past, you were close every second, but those days are long in the past now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your eyes were watery as you asked. It seemed like you would explode at any moment.

“Are fucking on your period? Why so sensitive?” His smile infuriated you, and he laughed as if something amusing had happened. There was something very punchable about his face.

“Why do you still treat Noir like a fucking jackass? He follows your instructions to the letter, and you are simply being disrespectful to him and the team as a whole.” You spoke angrily, as if you wanted him to share your feelings of rage. You wanted to wipe that foolish smile off his face.

His body abruptly shifted, giving you a menacing glance and raising his finger in your direction. “Don't fucking give me some advise. Who the fuck are you? You do realize that I am the fucking boss here, don't you?”

He hasn't been this angry with you in a long time, so you were surprised by his harsh remarks. It seemed like he hated you as he spat those words.

You yelled back, “I don't even know the man I'm talking to anymore,” at which point your tears finally fell. “Since Crimson entered your life, you have changed, Ben. She fucking hates you; she doesn't even love you. Don’t you see it?”

He was eventually enraged by your screams at him, and he stood in front of you with hate in his eyes. Your heart pained when you saw him staring at you like that, with eyes full of anger and fury.

“Do you know what I'm going to do?” He asked softly, as if he were just saying something kind. “I'm fucking gonna kill that masked pussy Noir and fucking make sure you watch through it.”

His cold words frozen you, and your eyes widened seeing he meant every word he said.

You shoved him away by his chest and sobbed, “If you ever touch Noir, I swear I'll cut Countess’ bitch head and throw it to your fucking thick skull.”

You were aware that nothing or no one could stop Ben from doing what he wanted to do, and that you might be the reason Noir was put to death or anything like. Your pulse raced upon witnessing Ben's unexpected outburst of rage against Noir.

Judging by his face, it was clear he was taken aback by your sharp words. You’ve never talked in athreatening way before with anyone. Your sigh and sobbing were the only things that filled the pregnant silence in the room.

“Ben,” you said softly, trying to reach again one more time, and you touched his face, hoping he wouldn’t push your hands back. To your surprise, he didn’t make a move. You looked him into the eyes between your tears and said, “I am the only one who truly loves you. Not her, not anyone else. Just me. What happened to us?”

You waited for him to answer you after you gave him a firm kiss, showing your love and care for him, but he didn’t kiss you back. Instead, he pushed your hands away from his face, with an unreadable look on his face.

“Why are you being selfish?” he asked, breaking the silence, almost irritated by your kindness toward him. “People love seeing me and her together. Duty fucking comes first.”

“You don’t owe love to her just to be loved by people you don’t even know,” you said, trying to convince him he didn’t have to do something he didn’t want to.

“How the fuck do you know I’m doing this for people only?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, as your heart skipped for a moment.

“Maybe I’m fed up with your soft attitude, and I want to be with her. How about that?” He said he was giving you an insidious smile.

With a heavy heart, you stepped back from him as more tears dropped from your cheeks. There was no point trying to convince Ben for your love while he didn’t give a fuck about it at all and the one he wanted was actually Countess.

“Is that what you want?”

“It fucking is,” he said, sitting down in the coach and keeping sniffing cocaine, like the conversation meant nothing to him and he wanted you to be gone.

Before leaving his house, you turned him one last time, saying, “She’ll betray you, Ben. I don’t know if I see that day, but you’ll see it.”

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A/N: Well, that was a one shot, but let me know if you think that I should make it multi-chapters. Comments are appreciated, hehehe. <33

[lets-try-some-writing]

Question. How do you think the TFP bots each find the squishies that are humans look. Like aesthetically. Which ones find them cute or gross or funny looking? Cause in the Scraplet episode, Ratchet said “Typically I find your fleshiness your least engaging qualities.” Meaning that Ratchet find the humans gross to some extent, meaning that the Autobots does have aesthetic opinions about the humans. And it seems like everyone got different opinions. So what’s your head canon for each of their opinions?

Ooooooh now this is a question I will happily answer!

Ratchet: His views on humans and squishies in general is summed up to GROSS. He sees humans as essentially a bunch of organs in a poorly made plastic bag walking around on stilts. They are worse than hairless cats in his optics. They may be nice enough, but he would prefer to poke them with sticks or handle them with a hazmat suit if given a choice. He's warmed up to them, but will never find them particularly appealing. Interesting? Yes. Appealing? Primus no.

Bumblebee: Bumblebee thinks humans are a little unsettling, but he appreciates them in the way one would a pet tarantula. He can find something to see as appealing in them, although as a general rule he is not particularly enthralled with them. He is fond of human eyes, largely because their pupils dilate a great deal like how his optics cycle. He also finds it fascinating how many colors humans can have their eyes up being.

Arcee: She sits in the same boat as Ratchet for the most part. However she has one aspect of humanity that she is surprisingly fond of. She thinks human hair is quite "cute" in a sense. It reminds her somewhat of stories of Solus and she has always found it fun how humans can style their hair in so many unique ways. She has even gone so far as to ask June to teach her how to braid hair simply because Arcee also finds the texture of hair to be facinating.

Bulkhead: His thoughts on humanity can be summed up simply with: Smol Beans. He thinks they are adorable in the way one would look at a mouse and think it cute. Sure humans can do gross things like execrate and create strange internal liquids and sounds, but they are just so small. He can't help but find that fact appealing.

Wheeljack: He is neither grossed out or really invested in humans. He could care less what they look like. He's been everywhere and seen everything, so very little bothers him anymore when meeting new races. He does think that human teeth are interesting though. Cybertronians have their own version of the mouth bones, but humans growing the mouth bones and then having a few sets of them is something he just thinks is rather inspiring.

Smokescreen: He... doesn't like humans. He's in Ratchet's boat, but he's a lot less tactful in his outward reactions. His first few weeks on Earth involved a lot of gagging at humans as a whole. Squishies are not his cup of tea, but he's learned to handle it for the most part. So long as the squishes are clothed reasonably, he can pretend they are armored and ignore the fact that they are walking bags of bits and bone.

Optimus: He doesn't mind humanity. He doesn't think they are physically appealing in any real regard, but he admires their minds. Such small creatures holding hope and intellect on par with the more technological races is something he finds impressive. He also holds an appreciation for their voices simply because they are clear and without complication. It is new, and for that reason he finds it beautiful in a sense.

Ultra Magnus: He doesn't like humans. Period. He tolerates them for the sake of the team and negotiations, and he may be appreciative of human comrades and friends. But the species as a whole? He is not fond of them. He is largely more confused than anything else. He has no idea how such a fleshy and delicate species lasted so long. But he has largely shrugged it off and moved on with life.

[thisisourlovestory]

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Notes: Happy New Year! Hope you enjoy this one. My phone deleted half of it so I had to rewrite it but that worked in my favour and I think it’s better than it was

Chapter 3

The next morning I was awoken by knocking at my door. Assuming it to be Lysander I ignored it and took my sweet time getting ready, taking a long shower under burning water, brushing my teeth vigorously, loosely clipping back the front strands of my hair and slipping on a pale blue dress from the wardrobe in the wall before making my way to the dining area. I followed the smell of freshly cooked bacon and pancakes, my mouth watering as I sat down and took a few pancakes, stacking them up, cutting a slab of butter that melted as soon as I dropped it on top, drizzling sticky sweet syrup over them and layering bacon on top. I grabbed a fork and dug into my towering pillar of food, the salty bacon contrasting with the sugary syrup. I polished it off in no time at all and reached for the piles of jewel like fruits, stacked in tiny ceramic bowls in the centre of the table. I had just bit into a slice of watermelon, pink juice dripping down the corner of my mouth, when Mags walked in with Lysander who flaunted a garish purple and gold striped suit and he began to speak as loudly as ever as I quickly wiped my chin.

“Good morning!” My head hit the table.

“Goodness Y/N, did you not get enough sleep last night?” He asked, looking at me with slight concern.

“I'm fine thank you for asking,” I answered, “Just woke up a bit too early.” I rubbed my head, smiling sheepishly and his gaze softened.

“That simply won't do!” He exclaimed, “We need you to be on top form for when you’re in the arena.”

“Lysander.” I called out softly, interrupting what was sure to be a long tirade. “I… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my outburst yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking. I suppose, well I suppose I was just a little overwhelmed by all this. I hope you can forgive me. “ I twisted a strand of my hair in my fingers and he took the bait immediately. I could almost see what he was thinking. Such a kind girl, she must be terrified, very sweet of her to apologise. His eyes gained a look of sympathy as he raised a hand to his heart and walked over to me.

“It's quite alright dear, no need for apologies. I completely understand you must be feeling absolutely terrified of all this. You did such a kind thing volunteering for Miss Cresta, so selfless, dear and I’m sure she appreciates it very much.” I nodded, going back to my food, and he clapped. “Now that's all sorted out, we need a plan for you.” He looked me up and down, assessing me as Mags grinned into her bowl at the look on my face. “I'm thinking we play the innocent card, the fact you were so young when you won will help with that a lot. You are one of the youngest in the games this year after all. We simply must also use the fact that you are a true performer and ballet is such a beautiful art form indeed so,” he turned to Mags, “I propose we paint her as an angel.”

I choked on a piece of watermelon, the apprehension on my face giving way to horror. Mags patted me gently on the back and I straightened in my seat, sending a grateful smile her way as Lysander continued, lost in his own world.

“Of course only your stylist can decide this but I’m fairly certain I can put in a word and if they didn't already have the same idea after watching the reaping then I'll eat my hat.” I eyed the purple monstrosity on his head and imagined it being stuffed into his mouth, wondering if maybe that would be the thing that would finally shut him up. I wanted to scream at him, tell him that I was no angel and he was a monster for finding some kind of pleasure in this, deciding what part I should play as I die. Instead I just smiled slightly and lowered my head to stop him from seeing the tears in my eyes. At that second Finnick walked in and Lysander's attention was immediately drawn to him. I sat silently as he practically interrogated him, asking how he was feeling, if he thought he could win. The answers were short, not letting anything interesting slip but giving enough to satisfy Lysander and fool him into thinking he was basically his new best friend. I zoned out part way through Lysanders rant about what the Gamemakers would throw at us this year- as if we hadn't all been thinking about it since they were announced. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by the sound of my name.

“Y/N, Y/N.” I blinked and my gaze shifted to Lysander.

“Sorry.” I muttered

“Quite alright dear, you must be tired if you didn't get enough sleep. We're going to watch the games you were both in, for reference.” My mind didn't register the words and I simply nodded before I realised what he had said and my eyes widened in shock.

We watched Finnicks first, since he won before me. From the reaping all the way through to the crowning ceremony. He was confident in the interviews, dressed in the most impeccable suit and tie, clearly designed to show off his beauty, laughing at Caesar Flickerman's comments and responding with his own witty quips, not just a pretty face at all. Then utterly deadly in the arena. For the first few days he had lain low, not much excitement but enough to keep sponsors interested. Then he got the trident, the most expensive gift ever seen, and it was over. District 4 was fishing after all, and it seemed Finnick Odair was born to wield the trident. He captured tribute after tribute in a net and killed them all, offering no mercy. And finally the last cannon went off announcing him the winner. Fourteen years old and he had won, the youngest victor, the most handsome victor, the Capitol darling. Finnick Odair. If he was that good back then, I had no doubt he would be extraordinary now. He had it all as well, the looks which first made the Capitol love him, he was intelligent, and undoubtedly one of the best fighters that would be going into the arena. Mags and I sat there speechless as Lysander congratulated Finnick endlessly.

“And how you used that trident, extraordinary! I don't believe you'll struggle in these games now that you've had ten years to practise.” I could only think of how young he'd been, how he'd been forced to grow up so quickly after, how he'd won- but what was the cost?

Then my games were switched on; I saw myself going through it all over again. The walk up to the stage after my name was called, all eyes on me. The chariot ride where they had dressed me up as a mermaid, all shimmering fabrics and a golden crown. The interview, where Caesar asked me questions about my life back home and I answered quietly, barely audible, playing the sweet little girl as I danced for them momentarily. The arena, my frightened face as the boy from 10 died in front of me, running and hiding. Then a cut to as I made my first kills, I saw the light leave their eyes as the blood left their bodies. Another cut, to the chase and confrontation with Arion, the second the knife left my hand I closed my eyes and the thud as it hit him echoed in my ears.

They showed the crowning ceremony last, I stood calmly on the dais with my hands clasped in front of my body. I had been made to wear a white dress that fell to my knees and had a red bow tied around it. The same red adorned the pins in my hair, shaped like roses, and the single gem hanging from a silver chain around my neck. The significance was not lost on me, young as I was. I had killed three people in the arena so I wore three pieces of red. One for each of them, the crimson colour their blood on my hands. President Snow walked up slowly and placed the golden laurels on my head. He looked down at me, a small smile on his face as I gazed up at him, he whispered something that only I could hear. Words that left me pale and confused, words that could have been good but in the circumstances only sounded like the promise of a life of pain. His mouth moved on the screen and I read his lips.

“The Capitol will love you.” He stepped away and proclaimed me their victor. And it struck me how I looked so tiny compared to him and everyone around me, as the Capitol roared with applause and my big eyes stared out over them, disbelieving and uncertain before the tape ended leaving the compartment in silence.

I shoved my seat back, the legs screeching on the floor, and stood up quickly. Everyone turned to face me as I stayed still for a second.

“Y/N.” Lysander began but I cut him off.

“No, I just, I need to, I can't.” My brain was jumbled, old memories being dragged to the surface unwillingly. So I turned and I ran.

I sprinted along the train, pushing doors open as I ran through the compartments. Avoxes jumped out of my way as I barreled past them, looking at me in curiosity. I came to the end of the train and held my hands in front of me to push through the doors. I crashed through them and fell into the railing. I gripped onto the cold metal as if it was the only thing keeping me in reality, the wind rushed past me and my hair floated in front of me, strands whipping in the cold air. I could barely see, tears blurring my vision and hair covering my face. I took a shuddering breath, letting the cold air flood my lungs, and I broke. I cried and cried and cried. Letting out everything that I had kept bottled up for seven years. I had cried before, that day on the cliffs, that was for the games, for the fact that it was happening all over again for so many people across Panem. But this. This was for me. For every pain I had endured since I won, the evenings spent dancing and singing under lights focused solely on me, the fear of making a mistake stopping me from enjoying it fully, the nights spent alone, unable to sleep because of the nightmares, the days spent wandering around like a lost soul, wondering if it would ever be better than what it was.

So I cried for myself, in one selfish moment I allowed myself to only care about myself. Tears dripped down my face, droplets falling on the railing for what felt like forever. Eventually my throat grew raw and my eyes seemed to run out of tears to cry. I dropped my head forwards into my hands and my eyes glazed over with the memories I had suppressed.

I was no longer on the train headed to the Capitol. I was in the arena. Perched on an icy tree branch, pressed against the tree trunk to keep from slipping off. Hidden by the frozen leaves in the white fluffy clothing they had given us to wear. A tribute ran underneath my hiding spot, running away from something, two others followed chasing him. I immediately recognised them as career tributes, this was all just a game of cat and mouse to them. And they caught him. I shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth to stop myself from letting out any noise that would give myself away and clapped my hands over my ears to block out the noise of his screaming in pain and crying out for help from someone as they ripped into him, their laughter echoing in the otherwise silent forest. A warning that they were on the hunt and if you valued your life you would get out of there as soon as possible.

I had stayed in that tree for the first few days until I was eventually forced to move when the gamemakers released mutts into the arena. Great big slobbering beasts that lumbered along harmlessly until someone tried to kill one. Then all hell had broken loose as they chased tributes up trees and then hurled themselves unrelentingly at them, bringing them down and mauling them beyond recognition. They brought about the deaths of five tributes before they just disappeared, presumably called back out after doing their job.

I snapped out of my daze as I felt someone standing next to me. My gaze cleared as I pushed the memories back into a locked box in my mind. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, the mark on my wrist burning and on instinct I pulled my sleeve down and took a small step to the side to lessen the sting. It eased immediately from the small distance between us and faded to a dull throbbing. Finnick said nothing at my movement and we just looked out over the passing countryside, rolling green fields, trees that touched the sky and vast lakes stretching beyond the horizon. We stayed like that, peaceful, just taking it all in until he finally broke the silence.

“You were so young.”

I smiled bitterly, resting my chin on my open palm propped up on the railing.

“We all were but we had no choice. They just want to watch their games. And they don’t care if innocent children die so they can have them.” I laughed slightly. “Then they get the one that lives.” I shook my head, my fingers tightening on the rail, the cold metal biting into my skin. “They get to kill us then they get to keep us.” I turned around, leaning backwards onto the railing and looked up, watching the clouds move slowly away in the blue sea of the sky. Then the Capitol came into view, towering buildings taking up the skyline, marring it with grey,

“I'm going to go back in,” Finnick said, following my line of vision, “You should as well.” With that he stepped back into the train, not sparing a second glance as I watched him walk through a set of doors and out of sight. I relaxed as he left and stayed in my position, head tilted skywards, eyes closed until I felt tiny drops of water on my face. I opened my eyes to see rain falling, a light drizzle but enough to dampen my clothes and hair, I laughed slightly and walked inside, the warmth hitting me in a blast. I hadn't realised how cold I'd been before but the heat warmed me and my clothes quickly dried off. I looked over my shoulder as I walked through the doors that slid open, the rain pattering on the windows lightly, a last glimpse of normality.

I quickly made my way through the train, hearing Lysander screeching at unfortunate avoxes to find me as if I was missing and he had no idea where to find me. I stepped into the compartment to see him looking frazzled, he immediately caught sight of me standing unsurely at the edge of the room and gave a dramatic sigh of relief.

“Not to worry everyone she's here.” The train jolted to a stop. “We have arrived.” Lysander practically squealed and eyed me.” Dear, you should just fluff out your hair a bit, and try to look happy for the cameras.” I nod my head once and plaster a smile on my face. He nodded in approval.

We made our way to the doors. Finnick and I stood either side of Lysander and Mags was just behind us. I can see people through the windows already, screaming and shouting with excitement.

“Now everyone, remember this is the first time they will see you so make sure to leave a good impression. That means smile and wave, blow a few kisses if you have to.” Lysander told us, focusing his words mostly on me. A bell rang and he quickly turned around to me, perfecting everything he could see wrong, the tiniest hair out of place, my sleeves at different lengths and pushing my cheeks into a smile. Facing forward just in time as the doors slid open and we stepped out into the masses.

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Meddle about chapter 4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Theme: strangers to lovers, angsty shit

Warnings: smut, hookup, fwb, mdni, maybe slow updates

Word count: 5,9k

Songs: Meddle about-Chase Atlantic

Heartbeat-Childish Gambino

A/N: Sorry if it's bad this was the first time I wrote smut that is a bit more detailed. (ps:don’t drive when you’re drunk. Please stay safe)

A few days had passed since the dinner at the Kim estate, but the tension in my house lingered like an unwelcome guest. My mother was still giving me the silent treatment, except for the occasional passive-aggressive remark about my "priorities" and my father had decided that ignoring my existence entirely was the best approach.

Fine by me.

I had bigger things to deal with, like an upcoming art critique that I wasn't remotely prepared for. My latest piece, an abstract reflection of my mental state was currently spread across my tiny campus studio, half-finished. The paint was drying in uneven strokes, and I was pretty sure my professor would tear it apart, but honestly? I had other distractions.

Like the fact that Jungkook had actually followed through with his ridiculous idea of crashing the gala.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I have a suit and everything," Jungkook said over the phone, his voice laced with amusement.

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Jungkook, do you even know what kind of event this is? You can't just walk in wearing—"

"A full tux? With a designer label?" he cut in, smug. "Because, surprise, I own one."

I blinked. "You own a tux?"

"Damn right I do. And I clean up nice."

I exhaled sharply, trying to fight the smile threatening to form. "I can't believe you're actually doing this."

"You challenged me," he said simply. "Now I have to."

I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. "You're going to cause chaos."

"That's the plan, princess."

I should have said no. Should have told him it was a bad idea. But deep down, the thought of him being there, of having someone in my corner while I navigated another exhausting evening, was more comforting than I wanted to admit.

The night of the gala arrived quicker than I would have liked. My mother had chosen a floor-length, sapphire-blue gown for me, the kind that was meant to exude elegance and wealth. I let her dress me up, let her fix my hair into soft waves, let her apply the perfect shade of lipstick—because it was easier than arguing. Easier than explaining that no matter how polished I looked, I would never quite fit into their world the way they wanted me to. Don't get me wrong, I loved dressing up and being privileged but I also loved to be free and not do what others wanted me to.

We arrived at the venue, a grand ballroom with chandeliers that probably cost more than my tuition, and I immediately felt the weight of expectation settle onto my shoulders. My parents drifted into their usual circles, my mother playing the graceful hostess while my father discussed investments. I was left to smile and nod through conversations I had no interest in, sipping on champagne I didn't even like.

And then, twenty minutes in, I spotted him.

Jungkook.

He stood near the entrance, looking completely at ease despite the opulence surrounding him. He had, in fact, worn a tux. A perfectly tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt, no tie but a few buttons open, reminding me of our shared night together a few months ago. His dark hair was styled, and the moment his gaze met mine, he smirked.

I nearly choked on my drink.

He made his way toward me, weaving through the crowd with an ease that should not have been possible for someone who absolutely did not belong here.

"Nice party," he said when he reached me, eyes glinting with mischief.

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "How the hell did you get in?"

"Please," he scoffed. "A well-placed name drop and a little confidence? They practically rolled out the red carpet."

I groaned. "Jungkook."

"What?" he grinned. "I told you I'd crash it."

I looked around, suddenly paranoid. "If my mother sees you, she'll—"

"Love me?" he suggested.

"Absolutely not."

"Too late. She's already looking."

I turned sharply, spotting my mother on the other side of the room, deep in conversation, until she wasn't. Until she saw Jungkook standing beside me, and her expression flickered between curiosity and suspicion.

"Fantastic," I muttered. "You're going to get me disowned."

Jungkook chuckled, offering me his arm. "Then let's make it worth it."

I stared at him, my heart doing something weird and inconvenient in my chest. Against my better judgment, I looped my arm through his and let him lead me further into the ballroom, straight into the lion's den.

The next hour was a delicate dance of strategic avoidance. I introduced Jungkook to people who had no idea he wasn't supposed to be there, and he charmed his way through every interaction effortlessly. Even Namjoon, who had spotted us early on, only raised a knowing eyebrow before shaking his head in amusement.

"You really did it," he murmured as we stood near the dessert table.

Jungkook shrugged. "Told you I would."

Namjoon shook his head, glancing at me. "And you let him."

I sighed. "It was either this or suffer alone."

Jungkook nudged me. "See? I'm a service to humanity."

Before I could retort, a voice interrupted us.

"Y/N."

I stiffened, turning slowly to find my mother standing behind us, her expression unreadable. My father was a few feet away, deep in conversation, oblivious.

"Mother," I greeted carefully.

Her gaze flicked to Jungkook, assessing. "And you must be...?"

"Park Jimin," he said smoothly, extending a hand. "A friend of Y/N's."

My mother hesitated a fraction too long before shaking it, her politeness masking whatever internal disapproval she was undoubtedly feeling. "I don't believe we've met before."

"No," he agreed easily. "But I figured it was time to crash one of these things."

I nearly smacked him.

My mother, to her credit, barely reacted. She merely glanced at me, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Y/N, a word?"

I sighed, shooting Jungkook a look before following her to a quieter corner of the room.

She wasted no time. "What are you doing?"

I folded my arms. "Existing"

"Y/N."

I exhaled sharply. "He's my friend. He wanted to come. That's all."

She studied me for a long moment. "What does his family do?"

What was that kind of a question? Did it even matter? I wanted to argue but instead, I lifted my chin. "If you want to know if he's poor, no he's not"

Something in her expression shifted, something tired, something resigned. "Your father won't like this."

I knew that. But again, I didn't care.

I glanced back at Jungkook, who was currently stuffing a macaron into his mouth like he had all the right in the world to be here, and smiled.

"I'll survive."

"Make sure your father doesn't see him and if he does, make sure your friend doesn't behave like...this..." she gives a disgusted look before she turns around and goes to other guest and potential investors.

I go to Jungkook and give him a slap on his biceps. With a "ough" his whole attention is on me again making me speak up.

"Park Jimin? Really?" I hiss

"He was on the guest list" Jungkook protests.

"How the fuck did you get access to the guest list?"

"I did not. Just overheard Jimin a few days ago saying that he and his family are invited" he tries to defend himself but I slap his biceps again.

"As soon as the Park family arrives the security will notice that you're here without a fucking invitation." Jungkook rubs his arm where I smacked him, looking both amused and slightly wary. "Okay, okay, point taken. But come on, you have to admit, this is kind of fun."

I glare at him. "Oh yes, absolutely thrilling. Sneaking in my very not-invited friend, dodging my disapproving parents, and waiting for security to haul you out by your overpriced tux. Just another Saturday night."

He grins, completely unfazed. "You wound me, princess. I put in a lot of effort for this. Even used actual hair product."

"You used hair product?" I pretend to gasp. "I'm honored."

Jungkook chuckles but then glances toward the entrance, where more guests are filtering in. My stomach twists as I spot Jimin himself stepping inside, his parents beside him. The real Park Jimin. The one whose identity Jungkook just stole.

"Shit," I mutter. "We need to get you out of here before someone figures out you're an imposter."

"Relax," Jungkook says, but even he straightens a little as he follows my gaze. "Okay, maybe we should relocate."

I grab his wrist, yanking him toward the far side of the ballroom. He lets me, laughing under his breath as we weave between guests, dodging my mother's gaze and my father's ever-present business cronies. My grip on him tightens when I see Namjoon watching us, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

"I don't even want to hear it," I snap as we pass him.

"I wasn't going to say anything," Namjoon says, sipping his champagne. "But this is the most entertained I've been at one of these things in years."

We finally reach the terrace, stepping into the cool night air. The sound of the party fades slightly, replaced by the gentle hum of the city below. I release Jungkook, exhaling in frustration.

"This is why I shouldn't let you talk me into things," I say, rubbing my temples.

Jungkook leans against the railing, hands in his pockets. "Admit it. You're glad I'm here."

I cross my arms. "Glad? No. Mildly appreciative that I'm not alone in this hellscape? Maybe."

His smirk softens into something gentler. "That's good enough for me."

I don't know what to say to that, so I look away, staring out over the city. The lights blur slightly, and I realize how exhausted I am. How exhausting all of this is. The constant push and pull between my parents' expectations and what I actually want.

"I don't want this life," I murmur. "Not like this."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away. When he does, his voice is softer than usual. "Then don't take it."

I let out a bitter laugh. "You make it sound so simple."

"Because it is." He turns to face me fully. "I get it, Y/N. It's not easy standing up to them. But at the end of the day, it's your life. Not theirs."

His words settle deep in my chest, in the place where all my doubts and fears sit. It's easy to say, but actually doing it? That's an entirely different thing.

Before I can respond, the terrace doors open, and I freeze.

Jimin.

The real Jimin.

He steps outside, his gaze landing on us instantly. His brow furrows slightly as his eyes flick between me and Jungkook, who has casually turned his back to him, pretending to admire the skyline.

"Y/N?" Jimin says, his voice edged with confusion. "I thought I saw you earlier, but I didn't realize you were out here."

I force a smile. "Hey...enjoying the gala?"

"As much as one can enjoy these things," he says dryly. His gaze slides past me to Jungkook, lingering. "And you are...?"

Jungkook turns around, the picture of casual confidence. "Park Jimin."

I nearly choke on air.

Jimin stares at him for a long, stunned moment. Then he laughs. Hard.

"Oh my God," Jimin wheezes. "You're the idiot who stole my name?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Seemed like a solid plan at the time."

Jimin shakes his head, still laughing. "This is the best thing to happen at one of these events in years. Try to not get caught by the security...or by my parents. They are really angry"

"I'm so sorry about that I didn't know he was going to say that he's you" I say quickly.

Jimin grins, clearly enjoying this. "Relax, I'm not a snitch." He eyes Jungkook. "So, who are you really?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jungkook says, offering his hand.

Jimin shakes his hand, still smirking. "I know you. One of Namjoon's friends, right?"

"Yup" Jungkook agrees.

I sigh, rubbing my temples. "Can we not bond over this?"

Jimin just laughs again, shaking his head. "Y/N, if you ever get tired of your family's expectations, I think you've found your rebellion."

I glance at Jungkook, who winks at me. The only thing he gets is an eye roll before I look at the guy whose identity was stolen.

"Jimin believe me when I say I'm already tired of them. If it wasn't for the money I would have already cut all ties with them"

Jimin hums in understanding, leaning against the railing beside me. "Well, at least you're self-aware about it. Most people in our position just accept it and pretend they're happy."

"Exactly!" Jungkook chimes in, pointing at Jimin. "See, Y/N? Even Jimin gets it."

I let out a heavy sigh, watching the city lights flicker below us. "It's not that simple, though. Even if I wanted to leave, where would I go? What would I do? I might hate this life, but it's still the only one I know."

Jimin shrugs. "Then figure out what you want before it's too late. You'd be surprised how quickly this world traps you."

The weight of his words settles over me, heavy and suffocating. Because he's right. I've seen it happen, young heirs and heiresses who once had dreams of their own, now reduced to nothing more than extensions of their families' legacies. Empty smiles, hollow ambitions. I don't want that to be me.

Jungkook nudges my side, drawing me out of my thoughts. "Come on, enough existential crisis for one night. We should probably relocate before security gets wind of my very real, very illegal presence."

Jimin snorts. "He's got a point. My parents are not the forgiving type, and they're already in a bad mood."

I exhale sharply, nodding. "Fine. But let's at least make our escape subtle. I don't need my mother adding 'scandalous embarrassment' to my ever-growing list of disappointments."

Jimin smirks. "Subtlety, huh? You might want to rethink your choice in accomplices."

Jungkook places a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm the very definition of subtle."

Jimin and I exchange a look before turning back to Jungkook with identical deadpanned expressions.

"Okay, fine," Jungkook concedes, raising his hands. "Subtle isn't exactly my thing, but I'll do my best."

With that, we make our way back inside, slipping through the ballroom with careful precision. My heart hammers in my chest as I scan the crowd for any sign of my parents. My mother is deep in conversation with a group of women, her expression carefully schooled into polite indifference. My father is nowhere to be seen, which is both a blessing and a curse. It means he's either occupied or searching for me.

***

Jungkook pulls out of the gala's driveway, the engine purring as we speed down the darkened streets. The city lights flicker past us in streaks of neon and gold, but my mind is still stuck back in that ballroom, in my mother's sharp gaze and my father's inevitable disappointment.

"My parents are going to kill me," I groan, sinking into the passenger seat and covering my face with my hands. "Like, full-on funeral arrangements. Closed casket."

Jungkook chuckles, keeping his eyes on the road. "Nah, they'll just lecture you for hours about family honor or whatever rich people care about."

"That's exactly why I'm considering faking my own death." I peek at him between my fingers. "Know any good ways to disappear?"

He hums, pretending to think. "We could fake a scandal, make them want to disown you instead. I'd be happy to assist."

I scoff. "As if my mother didn't already look at you like you were the human embodiment of poor decision-making."

He grins. "She's not entirely wrong."

The tension in my chest loosens, just a little. Jungkook has a way of doing that, turning even the worst situations into something ridiculous enough to laugh about. I let out a breath and lean my head back against the seat, watching the city stretch out before us.

"Where are we even going?" I ask after a few moments.

He glances at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Where do you wanna go?"

I think about it. I could go home and face the inevitable fallout. Or, I could do something incredibly irresponsible and disappear for the night.

I turn to him, a slow smile forming. "Take me somewhere fun."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, then nods. "Alright, princess. Hold on."

He presses down on the gas, and the car surges forward, the city blurring past us. I don't ask where we're going. I don't care. All I know is that, for the first time in a long time, I feel something close to free.

We end up at a dimly lit bar tucked into a side street, the kind of place my parents wouldn't even acknowledge if they passed it. It's crowded but not overwhelming, filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the rich scent of alcohol.

Jungkook weaves through the crowd effortlessly, like he belongs anywhere he decides to be. I follow close behind, my pulse still thrumming from the night's chaos. When we settle into a booth in the back, he leans forward on his elbows, smirking.

"One night of rebellion, coming right up," he says. "What's your poison?"

I pretend to consider the menu before sighing. "Something strong. I need to drown out my mother's disappointed voice playing on repeat in my head."

He grins. "Whiskey it is."

I wrinkle my nose. "Absolutely not."

"Come on," he teases, waving the waitress over. "Whiskey's a rite of passage."

I groan but don't fight him when he orders two glasses. The drinks arrive, and I eye mine suspiciously before taking a cautious sip. The burn is immediate, curling down my throat and settling hot in my stomach.

Jungkook laughs at my grimace. "See? Not so bad."

"It's like drinking fire," I choke out.

"Exactly." He clinks his glass against mine. "Welcome to bad decisions."

I exhale, already feeling the first traces of warmth buzzing under my skin. "So, what now?"

"Now," he says, leaning back, "you tell me something you've never told anyone."

I raise an eyebrow. "What is this? Drunk therapy?"

"Think of it as a game," he says, swirling his whiskey. "You share something, I share something."

I hesitate, then, without letting myself overthink, I say, "I smoke weed sometimes."

Jungkook's eyebrows lift slightly, but he doesn't look surprised. Just amused. "You? Miss Chanel?"

I scoff. "Trust me, my coping mechanisms aren't nearly as classy as my wardrobe suggests."

He chuckles. "Fair enough."

There's a pause before he exhales and says, "Sometimes, I think about the first night we met."

The words land between us like a dropped match, small, but capable of starting something bigger.

I blink. "What?"

He tilts his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip before continuing. "I mean, not in a weird way. It just crosses my mind sometimes. How random it was."

I don't respond. Not because I don't have anything to say, but because I have too much to say.

The memory of that night is a dangerous thing. The heat, the recklessness, the way he looked at me like I was something worth ruining a perfectly good evening for. I haven't let myself think about it too much. Not really.

Jungkook watches me for a second, then shakes his head. "Forget it. I'm drunk."

I force a laugh. "We're barely drunk yet."

"Then we should fix that." He waves the waitress over again, ordering another round.

I don't stop him.

Three drinks later, the bar is hazy, and the edges of the world are softer. I'm comfortably slumped in the booth, my legs curled up beside me, and Jungkook is sitting in the most relaxed sprawl I've ever seen, one arm draped along the back of the seat, the other nursing his glass.

I giggle at something, probably nothing. He's been making me laugh all night, but I can't even remember what started it.

"You're drunk," Jungkook accuses, pointing at me lazily.

I point right back. "You're drunk."

He grins. "Damn right, I am."

We sit in that happy, drunken silence for a second before he suddenly leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. His gaze is different now. Heavier.

"You ever think about it?" he asks.

I blink at him, my brain slightly slow on the uptake. "Think about what?"

"The night we met."

My stomach flips.

It's the second time he's mentioned it, and this time, I can't pretend not to understand what he means.

Jungkook watches me closely, his expression unreadable. I should laugh it off, make a joke, steer us back into safe, familiar waters. But the alcohol has loosened something in me.

"Yeah," I admit, my voice quieter than before.

His lips part slightly, as if he wasn't expecting me to say it. As if he was bracing for the deflection that never came.

He leans back against the seat, exhaling through his nose. "Huh."

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He looks away, but there's something about the way his fingers tighten slightly around his glass.

I shift in my seat, my pulse hammering in my throat. "It's not a big deal, Jungkook."

He lets out a dry laugh. "Sure."

We both know it's a lie.

The air between us changes, thickens. I can feel the weight of his gaze, the way it drags over me like a touch. The bar is still loud around us—laughter, conversation, music, but in our little booth, it's like everything has narrowed down to this. Just us.

Jungkook exhales, running a hand through his hair. "We should probably—"

"Yeah," I interrupt, not even knowing what he was going to say.

Neither of us move.

I should. I should grab my bag, slide out of the booth, call a cab, anything to end whatever the hell this is before it turns into something we can't take back. But my body betrays me.

Or maybe it's my heart.

"Y/N." His voice is lower now, quieter.

I swallow hard. "What?"

He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Nothing."

Liar.

He doesn't have to say it. I can see it all over him.

And maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the late hour, maybe it's the weight of expectations I've been trying to outrun all night, but I don't think. I just act.

I reach across the table, fingers brushing over his knuckles. It's barely a touch, but it's enough.

Jungkook goes still.

His eyes lift to mine, dark and searching.

And then, slowly, carefully, he turns his hand over, palm up. An invitation.

I take it.

The contact sends a jolt through me, stronger than any whiskey burn. His thumb traces the inside of my wrist, a feather-light touch that makes my breath hitch.

For a long moment, we just sit there, our hands tangled together on the sticky bar table, the weight of something unspoken pressing against my ribs.

"Bad idea," Jungkook murmurs.

"Yeah," I whisper.

Neither of us let go.

Jungkook's fingers tighten around mine, the rough callouses on his fingertips a stark contrast against the smooth skin of my wrist. The bar's neon lights cast shifting colors across his face, red, then blue, then gold, like the universe can't decide what kind of temptation he's supposed to be tonight.

I should pull away. I don't.

His thumb traces small, slow circles against my pulse point, a barely-there touch that makes my breath hitch. The whiskey isn't the only thing burning me from the inside out.

Jungkook leans forward just slightly, closing the space between us. The background noise of the bar, laughter, the clink of glasses, and the low hum of music, fade into nothing. All I can hear is the quiet thrum of anticipation between us, thick and unrelenting.

"I probably shouldn't be touching you like this," he murmurs, voice low, intimate.

I swallow hard. "Then why are you?"

His lips curve into a smirk, but there's something darker in his gaze, something unreadable. "Because you haven't stopped me."

He's right. I haven't. I don't want to.

The tension coils tighter, a live wire humming between us. I wonder if he feels it too, this dizzying, reckless gravity pulling us closer. I wonder if he's as lost in it as I am.

"Y/N," he says, my name a quiet warning on his tongue.

"Jungkook," I answer, daring him, inviting him.

His hand shifts, fingers skimming up my wrist, tracing the inside of my arm. The touch is light but deliberate, sending shivers up my spine. I exhale shakily, tilting my head just slightly, waiting, wanting-

A sudden crash from the bar snaps the moment in half. A glass shatters, followed by a chorus of drunken laughter. I flinch, blinking as the world rushes back in around us. The noise, the lights, the heat of too many bodies in a too-small space.

Jungkook pulls back, just an inch, but it feels like a mile.

For a beat, we just sit there, our hands still touching, but the spell is broken. The air between us is thick with something unfinished, something unspoken.

Jungkook exhales a laugh, shaking his head like he's trying to clear it. "We need another drink."

I let out a breathy laugh, trying to pretend my heart isn't still racing. "Terrible idea."

"Perfect idea," he counters, grinning as he flags down the waitress.

Another round arrives, something stronger. I take a sip, the burn grounding me, reminding me that I'm still here, still in control. Barely. Jungkook watches me over the rim of his glass, eyes hooded, unreadable. The tension hasn't gone anywhere. If anything, it's settled into something even heavier, something more dangerous.

"You keep looking at me like that," I murmur, "and I might start thinking you actually want to kiss me."

His grip on his glass tightens, knuckles turning white. "And what if I do?"

I don't answer. I don't need to. The challenge hangs in the air between us, electric and undeniable.

Jungkook leans in again, slow, deliberate, his breath warm against my skin. "Tell me to stop," he murmurs.

I should. I don't.

His fingers ghost along my jaw, tilting my chin up slightly. My pulse hammers against my throat. He's so close now, close enough that I can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him.

My breath catches. "Jungkook..."

He pauses, waiting, giving me one last chance to pull away.

I don't take it.

Instead, I close the distance myself, my lips brushing against his, tentative, testing. He inhales sharply as if he wasn't expecting me to actually do it. But then his hand tightens against my jaw, and he kisses me back. It's not slow. It's not hesitant. It's heat, whiskey, and lust snapping all at once.

Jungkook tastes like danger, like bad decisions and things I shouldn't want but do anyway. His lips move against mine, coaxing, demanding, pulling me under. My hands wander to his chest, fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like he's the only solid thing in this entire bar. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is a mistake. A spectacular, irreversible mistake. But right now, I don't care.

Right now, I just want more.

Jungkook's hand tightens in my hair as he deepens the kiss, his lips pressing insistently against mine, like he's been waiting for this moment just as much as I have. The world around us blurs, the bar noise fading into the background, replaced by the rapid pounding of my heart.

His tongue brushes against mine, tasting like whiskey and something darker, something undeniably him. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, needing everything. His other hand slides to my waist, fingers pressing into the curve of my hip, possessive and sure. I exhale sharply, heat pooling low in my stomach.

"We should go," I murmur against his lips, though I make no effort to pull away.

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Yeah," he agrees, but he kisses me again anyway like he can't help himself.

When we finally break apart, my head is spinning, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol. Jungkook's eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide, and I know mine look the same. This is reckless, impulsive, stupid and I don't care. 

He takes my hand without hesitation, fingers lacing through mine as he tugs me out of the booth. The bar is still buzzing with noise and movement, but it feels like we exist in our own space, separate from everything else. We weave through the crowd, bodies brushing against us, the heat between us only intensifying.

Outside, the air is cool against my flushed skin. Jungkook glances at me, his jaw tight, like he's barely holding himself together. "Your place or mine?"

A laugh bubbles up in my throat, breathless and sharp. "Like you even have to ask."

His grip on my hand tightens, and then we're moving. The walk to his car is a blur, and the drive is even hazier. My body is humming with anticipation, fingers tapping against my thigh, nerves, and excitement tangled together. Jungkook keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my leg, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles against my bare skin. It's maddening.

When we pull up to his apartment, I don't wait. The second the car is in park, I'm unbuckling my seatbelt, shoving the door open. Jungkook is right behind me, his presence a solid weight on my back as we hurry up the stairs.

As soon as the door swings shut behind us, it's chaos.

Jungkook is on me before I can take another breath, his hands sliding into my hair, his lips claiming mine in a bruising, desperate kiss. I gasp against his mouth, stumbling slightly as he backs me against the wall. His body presses flush against mine, solid and warm, every inch of him screaming want.

"Fuck," he mutters, voice rough like he's barely keeping himself together. His hands roam, sliding down my waist, gripping my hips like he's trying to memorize the shape of me.

I arch against him, my own fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. The sound shoots straight through me, heat curling in my stomach.

"Bedroom," I manage to say between kisses.

Jungkook doesn't answer, just grips my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry me down the hall. I barely register the moment we cross the threshold before we fall onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the best possible way.

Clothes come off in a messy, frenzied blur. His shirt is the first to go. I almost rip his shirt open, making him let out a sloppy laugh because of my neediness. His lips land on mine again while he throws his shirt somewhere on the floor. A moan escapes my mouth, making him grin proudly. Our kiss stops so we can breathe for a moment before he looks at me asking for permission to take off my dress. I only give him a nod and the next thing I remember is him tossing the piece of fabric carelessly to the floor, his eyes raking over me like he wants to devour every inch.

"Jesus," he murmurs, his fingers trailing along my exposed skin, sending shivers in their wake.

I don't give him time to think, to hesitate. I pull him back down to me, kissing him hard, pouring every bit of want into it. He responds immediately, his hands sliding down my body, exploring, teasing, and driving me absolutely insane. His fingers play with the hem of my underwear while his other hand lays on my waist.  

It's all heat and urgency, hands, mouths, and breathless gasps. Every touch, every kiss, is a silent admission of something we've both been pretending didn't exist. Jungkook's name slips past my lips like a prayer, and he answers with a groan, his body pressing even closer. My hands wander to his pants and I desperately try to unbuckle his belt but unfortunately fail. Jungkook stops kissing me and does the work of taking his pants off himself. 

The whole room is spinning around and I don't even remember how we got into his bed but I don't care. We're both in nothing but our undergarments and again he attaks me with another kiss. I feel his bulge growing harder, my heart pounds faster and the air in the room grows heavier. His kisses wander down to my cleavage leaving a trail of marks. Thank god it is winter. 

I don't even notice when he got both of us naked but after making sure I want to coninue he finally pushes into me, it's slow, deliberate. A sharp inhale, a moment of stillness, and then he moves.

"Fuck," he breathes against my neck, his grip on my hips tightening.

I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on. The rhythm is steady at first, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body, making it impossible to think, impossible to do anything but feel. Jungkook watches me through half-lidded eyes, his expression wrecked, his jaw clenched like he's trying to hold back. "You feel so fucking good," he mutters, voice rough and ragged.

I can't speak, only moan, arching into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He starts picking up the pace, making me forget how reckless this is of us. I try to listen to his unholy words but I can't. With every thrust the pleasure builds, winding tighter and tighter until I'm right on the edge, gasping his name like it's the only word I know.

"Come for me," he says, his voice nothing but gravel and heat.

And I do.

The pleasure crashes over me in waves, stealing the breath from my lungs, leaving me shaking and spent beneath him. Jungkook follows soon after, groaning my name as he buries himself deep, his body tensing before he finally collapses against me. For a long moment, neither of us move. Our breathing is uneven, the room thick with the aftermath. Jungkook's weight is solid and grounding, his heartbeat hammering against my own.

Eventually, he shifts, rolling onto his side, pulling me with him. An arm drapes lazily over my waist, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns against my skin. Silence stretches between us, but it's not uncomfortable. It's heavy with something unspoken, something neither of us are ready to name.

I exhale, closing my eyes for a moment. "I should go to the toilet" I murmur, breaking the silence.

Jungkook chuckles, low and warm. "Yeah. You should."

I stand up trying to walk but instead I almost lose balance because of the alcohol in my system.

He shakes his head. "Need help."

"nope"

I do...

But I don't say it out loud.

[sansaorgana]

— WELCOME HOME, DADDY

🚨 This fanfic is a repost from 22 Apr 2022 from my different blog. I kept the Author's Note and everything from the fic the same as it was back then.

PAIRING — Jack Nelson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Little Maggie Nelson can’t wait for her daddy to come back home from his business London trip.

AUTHOR’S NOTE [22 Apr 2022] — Maggie Nelson is absolutely made up by me and she absolutely lives in my head rent free, I have like 100 headcanons with her at this point and I’m going to make it everybody else’s problem! Here's a smutty one-shot that can be treated as Part Two!

WORD COUNT — 2,160

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

WELCOME HOME, DADDY

It was no secret that Jack wanted a boy. When you were pregnant, he was often patting your belly and smirking while commenting on the fact that it had been his son growing there. He seemed to be so fixated on the idea of having a male heir that you started to believe it would be a boy as well – you didn’t even want to imagine not having a son.

When you were giving birth, Jack was in another room, drinking whiskey nervously in an old-fashioned manner while your screams and groans filled the whole house. And then you pushed the baby out and one more voice joined your cries. You sighed with relief when…

“Go tell Mr. Nelson that he’s got a daughter,” the Doctor told the midwife. She nodded and left the room.

You were petrified. He handed you a crying baby still covered in blood and put her on your chest. You looked down with widened eyes and swallowed thickly. She was beautiful – she was your baby girl and you already knew you would die to protect her but… But the sound of Jack’s footsteps made you flinch.

He stormed inside the room rapidly as his eyes immediately found yours. It was difficult to read his facial expression but he was even paler than usual.

“I-I-I’m so sorry, Jack,” you sobbed, instinctively pressing the baby closer to your chest and staining your nightgown even further with blood.

But he looked like he wasn’t even listening to you. Instead, he approached the bed and leaned over your shoulder to take a look at his crying daughter.

“Aw, baby, don’t you cry, daddy’s gotcha,” he cooed to her and his big hands reached out for her. You let him do that, watching him carefully. His steel eyes were set on the newborn girl, though, and on her only. He was mesmerized, didn’t even care about getting his suit dirty.

And she stopped crying the moment she was set in his arms. The midwife approached him to show him how to hold her properly and he adjusted his hands without looking away even for a second.

“Jack, the next one will be a boy,” you whispered.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he ignored you and cooed to the baby. “My little Princess. Daddy will give you a world, I promise, my little lady.”

You shut your mouth and sighed. That was the day when you lost your husband but you weren't even mad about it.

For now, there wasn’t any other yet, there was still only her – four years old Margaret but everyone called her Maggie. Little Maggie Nelson was a sensation all over Boston and anywhere she’d go, really.

Spoiled but sweet, in her neat dresses and pretty bows in her hair, she looked like a real-life doll. Jack was not the type who would spend all his days at home but whenever he was there, she would occupy his lap. She was so charming that all his business partners adored her and Jack was of course taking advantage of it.

But he hadn’t taken you two to London. He had gone there to buy import licenses but also to do a job for President Roosevelt himself. A job you had no idea of but you didn’t really want to know either. You stayed in Boston with Maggie and waited for your husband’s return, hoping he wouldn’t catch anything contagious while fucking all the whores in London.

That was the way Jack had been but you loved him nevertheless. And you knew that he had loved you, too. When you’re married to a man like Jack, there are some things you just have to accept.

“Mrs. Nelson,” the maid walked inside the living room where you had been laying on the sofa and reading a magazine.

“Yes?” you didn’t even look up.

“It’s about Miss Nelson… She’s throwing a tantrum over the color of the bow in her hair,” she sighed and you chuckled before putting the magazine down and standing up.

“She’s just excited. Jack comes back today,” you reminded the maid with a smile.

“She doesn’t know which color Mr. Nelson would like the most.”

“Oh, silly little Maggie,” you shook your head and went upstairs to her room.

Maggie was sitting on the edge of her bed, her little legs dangling above the floor cutely. Her arms were crossed and she was pouting.

“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie…” you started with a chuckle while leaning on the doorway and she huffed. “Don’t you know, my little dollie, that daddy would love every color on you?”

“And what are you wearing for daddy’s return, mommy?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing special, to be honest…” you admitted and looked down at the dress you were wearing. “Just it, I think.”

“But daddy’s coming back home today!” Maggie gasped. “You have to dress up for him real nice!”

“Alright then, I will,” you smiled kindly and approached the wardrobe to take out the box with all her ribbons. “I’ll wear a blue one, okay?” you handed her a blue ribbon.

“No, not that one,” she shook her head.

“Pink?” you handed her another.

“You’ll wear a pink dress for daddy?”

“Well, if I have to,” you chuckled. “Pink is a pretty color and before you were born I used to wear it more often.”

“Why not anymore?” Maggie asked out of curiosity as the maid approached you to take the pink ribbon out of your hand.

“Because it’s your color now, Maggie.”

“Oh, mommy, I can share!” she gasped and you chuckled before leaning in to peck her cheek.

“Alright, dollie, we will share.”

You left her alone with the maid again and went to your own bedroom to change the dress as you had promised.

Jack was back right before dinner. You were waiting in the hall, squeezing your little girl’s hand. For her those two weeks were like two years and when she heard the sound of Jack’s car parking on the driveway, she ran out of the house.

“Maggie, be careful!” you rushed after her.

She was running and jumping at the same time to be faster, which had been a terrible idea to do while going down the stairs. Thankfully, her daddy’s arms saved her from a spectacular fall.

“Easy, Princess, daddy’s gotcha,” Jack chuckled and you sighed with relief.

“Daddy! Daddy! I missed you! I missed you so much!” she screamed and literally jumped into his arms. Jack laughed at that and put his arms around her.

“Welcome home, Jack,” you greeted him more nonchalantly than your daughter and you leaned in for a kiss. The corners of your mouths touched while giving each other a peck on the cheek.

“My girls all in pink today?” he teased with a grin.

“Oh, daddy, it’s for you!” Maggie cupped his face and started kissing it all over.

“Maggie, that’s enough, daddy’s tired,” you sighed and tried to take her from him but she protested.

“It’s fine,” he nodded and went inside the house. A butler nodded at him and took his car keys to park the car and take the bags out of the trunk. You followed your husband and a daughter.

“The dinner will be served soon,” you told Jack and put your hand on his arm after he had placed Maggie on the floor.

“Good, I’m starving,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek once again. “I bought you lots of pretty things in London,” he whispered into your ear and you chuckled. Then he looked down on Maggie. “Daddy bought you lots of things, too, Princess.”

“Oh, daddy, you didn’t have to!” her eyes widened.

“So… I can send them back to London then?” he teased.

“I didn’t say that!” she huffed and crossed her arms. Jack laughed.

“Of course I won’t, dollie. Now, what have I missed?” He put his hands into his pockets.

“I was writing you letters every day, daddy!” Maggie made puppy eyes. “Mommy said that sending them would be a waste because it’s been only two weeks and you wouldn’t get some of them. But I will give them to you now!” She decided and went upstairs.

“She can write now?” Jack scratched the back of his head.

“She’s slowly learning how to. I was the hand,” you chuckled and led him to the living room. “How was the business?”

“Good. I got licenses, “ he nodded and sat down on the sofa in a lazy manner.

“And… And the job for The President?” you lowered your voice nervously.

“It’s done, don’t you worry, doll. Told you not to worry about anything.”

“I’m sorry… I… I seem to worry even more now…” you sighed and sat down next to him.

“That’s bad. You don’t have to worry at all anymore, (Y/N),” he put his arm around you and kissed your temple. “You hear me? Worrying days are over for you, baby.”

“Yes, Jack, I understand,” you nodded. “Did Gina have fun?” you rolled your eyes. You didn’t like his niece much.

“Gina’s always having fun,” he chuckled. “She was all over the society. Upper class, you know.”

“Oh.”

“Next time I’ll take you with me,” he caressed your cheek and you hugged him tight. “You’ll show them bastards some class.”

“Me? Class?!” you laughed.

“Baby, once you’ll meet their ladies, you’ll understand that you’re a real class indeed.”

“Jack, you’re being too sweet! Makes me want to eat you up!” you teased.

“You gotta wait for the evening with that, doll.”

“Daddy!” Maggie ran inside the living room with a small box in her hand. You smiled at the sight and moved away to let her sit on her father’s lap.

“What is it?” Jack asked.

“My letters!” she reminded him.

“Ah, yes,” he nodded and opened the box. There were 14 pastel pink envelopes, all tied with a red thread.

“They’re all addressed to you! Mommy helped me with that,” Maggie added and grabbed Jack’s pinky finger to play with his ring.

“Should I read them all now?” Jack tried to sound enthusiastic.

“Mr. and Mrs. Nelson,” the maid walked in with a smile, “I’m about to serve dinner.”

“Excellent!” you stood up and moved the magazine away to put the box down on the table. “Maggie, we will read the letters to daddy after dinner. He’s hungry after the trip and he must eat.”

“Alright then,” she sighed and left Jack’s lap to hold your hand. “But after we read letters, we will also show daddy the new song I have learnt, okay?”

“Of course,” you nodded and caressed her head. She ran out of the living room to follow the maid.

You smiled to yourself and turned around but then you froze at the sight of Jack. He suddenly had a very serious expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“What is this?” he handed you a familiar card and you swallowed thickly. “It was laying on the carpet. Fell out of your magazine.”

“It’s a card… With a doctor’s name,” you approached him to take the card from him.

“I don’t know this doctor,” he pointed out and squinted his eyes at the printed name once again. “What’s going on?”

“Jack, I just wanted a new doctor, that’s it.”

“What did you need one for?” He kept being suspicious.

“I needed a checkup,” you sighed and then you hung your head. “Fuck, you ruined it.”

“Ruined what?”

“A surprise. I wanted to tell you when we’d be alone in the evening… I’m pregnant,” you muttered and put the card back into the magazine. It was your bookmark.

“Wait, you’re… You really are?” Jack’s eyes sparkled and you looked up to meet his gaze. You nodded.

“Got my blood test’s results over the phone two days ago. I am,” you nodded.

“Does Maggie know?”

“For God’s sake, of course she doesn’t! She’d tell you straight away!” you chuckled. “But… I’m also scared.”

“Scared of what, doll?” Jack furrowed his brow and approached you to put his hands around your waist.

“That she’s gonna be jealous. You know what she’s like.”

“Yeah, I know what she’s like. She’s just like her mommy,” Jack teased. “Adorable, beautiful, smart and very fucking jealous,” he leaned in to kiss you but once again you got interrupted by the irritated voice of your daughter.

“Are you two coming or not?!”

“We’re coming,” you chuckled and turned around to face her. “The faster we eat, the faster we get our presents, am I right, Maggie?”

“Oh, mommy, unbelievable!” she exclaimed. “You’re sooooo spoiled! Daddy, you should do something about it!”

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[sweet-self-indulgence]

Hey love your work! can you write some Mika x James smut please im desperate! <3 Hope you have a wonderfull day <3

Thank you! <3

Once I got started on this James seemed to write himself! I can't be bothered to edit right now, so look for a cleaner version on AO3 in a couple of days.

According to plan

How is Mika going to get the attention she craves from James? Maybe she needs a plan, or maybe spontaneity will win the day.

Mika sighs and flicks sand with her toe. James has his nose stuck firmly in his latest book, all but ignoring the beautiful seaside.

It wouldn’t be so bad that it’s how he wants to spend his beach time if it weren’t for the fact he’s been acting like a manager for the whole trip. Of course he’s been good at it too. Every day has been a perfect mix of activities. Enough time on the beach to have fun but not enough to get bored and sunburnt, fantastic local food for dinner, and excursions to stunning natural wonders.

Mika cringes at how selfish those thoughts make her feel. It really has been the perfect vacation, except for the fact she’s hardly spent any time with James. At first, she was happy to sit and read beside him, but she exhausted her reading material 2 days ago.

Another sigh escapes Mika as her mind wanders to the tall, dark-haired, too-smart-for-his-own-good love interest from her novel. He had been very eager to spend time alone with the protagonist.

“Hey doofus!”

Her moment of pleasant distraction is shattered by Sam’s shout, “stop staring into space like a fish and come souvenir shipping with us!”

Mika rolls her eyes at Sam’s insulting simile, “It’s called ‘thinking’, Sam, you should try it sometime.”

James smiles behind his book, sharing his secret glee at Sam’s sputtering response in a quick glance at Mika. Her heart does a little flutter at his smile.

Before she can recover control of her body, James shouts towards his brothers, “Don’t take too long! We’re meeting in the lobby for dinner at 6!” and motions her off with a tilt of his head.

Mika misses the hungry gaze cast over the top of his book, watching her every movement as she stretches and pulls a sundress over her swimsuit.

After shopping and dinner, Mika, Erik, and Damien are star gazing from the rooftop bar of their hotel. Each has been lost in their own thoughts since the others have gone to bed, quietly watching more and more stars blink into existence in the darkening sky.

“You know,” Damien says after several minutes of silence, “James is very good at planning”

Erik and Mika make small noises in acknowledgement to Damien stating the obvious. He continues, “but even he can’t plan a … spontaneous moment”

Mika’s face heats at the absolutely lewd inflection he managed to pack into such an innocuous word. Erik fails miserably at stifling giggles beside her.

“Maybe that’s something you can help him with.” Damien finishes casually.

Mika shoots to her feet indignant but also suddenly desperate to see James. She had been thinking about him all day, imagining how he might sweep her off her feet at any given moment. More often than not said sweeping landed her in bed with him. The mere mention of his name triggered a fresh wave of want inside her.

She stalks off in a pretend huff. Erik’s teasing words ring in her ears “Have fun~”

Alone in the elevator she wonders what kind of fun James would want to have.

 Mikas feet take her back to the hotel suite while her mind remains distracted by images of James.

Suddenly she’s standing in his empty room and all of her confidence evaporates in an instant. The door to the common area is ajar, did she open it? The lights are on, she’s pretty sure she didn’t do that.

James is nowhere in sight. Maybe that’s a good thing, she was too busy fantasizing to have any idea what she was going to say to him anyway. Mika turns to leave, resigned to try to take the edge off in the shower.

Mika’s exit is halted as she walks right into something. Hands are wrapped around her upper arms, keeping her from stumbling backwards.

Her focus snaps back to reality and onto James. His eyes are slightly wide in surprise. They’re almost hidden by damp black hair. A white towel drapes over his shoulders. His shoulders and arms are covered in a light blue satin pajama top that has yet to be buttoned.

Mika notices how her fingers are braced against the bare skin of his chest and her breath hitches.

James leans down until his nose is nearly touching Mika’s neck. He takes two slow, deep breaths. Each exhale sends shivers down her spine and sets her heart racing.

When he finally stands straight his pupils are wide. “You smell incredible”, his voice is quiet, but pitched deep, graveling against the bottom of his throat.

His words pull sharply at the need building inside of her. “I—I’ve been thinking about you.” Mika’s fingers move slowly up James’ chest.

Amber eyes seem to darken with James’ chuckle, “what have you been think that has you in such a …state?” His final word is accompanied by his heated gaze traveling slowly down Mika’s body.

Mika swears she can feel his eyes on her. Her nipples tighten as he gazes at her chest and an unbearable heat pulses between her thighs as he stared pointedly where she can feel wetness gathering in her bikini bottoms.

Mika can’t take the tension for one second longer. Her hands grab the back of James’ head and pull him down into a rough kiss. Her fingers roughly grip his damp hair as his tongue slides inside her mouth.

After a moment James straightens, “You know, It is quite improper for a young lady to be in a man’s bedroom so late at night.” His usual manners play with the flirtatious undertones of his words.

“What will people think?”, he continues.

Mika recognizes the out that he is giving her a chance to choose between the gentleman and the demon. A wicked grin breaks across her face, “They’ll think I’m the lucky girl who gets to fuck an incubus.”

Suddenly, Mika is pushed against the wall. She registers one of James’ hands under her ass while his hips pin hers. The other is gently guiding her jaw in a passionate kiss. Their mouths work in tandem for several long moments, every movement of James’ lips sends waves of heat crashing into her core.

When they finally break apart, flushed and panting, James’ eyes glow a warm gold. “May I?”

“Please” The word is barely out of Mika’s mouth before a warm tingling sensation rushes through her. The world slows as the enthrallment kicks in, Mika’s attention is focused solely on the demon between her legs, pining her to the wall.

 His eyes look fierce without glasses to soften them. Mika wonders how far she can push him. She starts by grabbing the towel around his neck and tossing it to the floor. Then her hands find his chest again and slide his open shirt off his shoulders. James carefully shifts his hold on her to let it fall to the floor while keeping Mika off the ground.

She takes in his form approvingly, trying her best to replicate how his gaze made her feel. Her eyes lock onto a bulge in the satin on his pants. One hand drifts lazily down his stomach before groping lower. Mika gasps as he twitches in her hand. His head thuds against the wall next to hers as he groans out her name.

“James!” her voice sounds desperate in her ears. His teeth come to the thin straps on her shoulder. A hand mirrors the motion on her other side and her bikini top and sundress are pulled down below her breasts.

James wastes no time in lavishing her breasts. The gentle circles of his tongue send energy spiraling down between her thighs.

Mika squirms in pleasure, searching desperately for friction to sate the burning in her core. Her hips buck forward and she slides against James’ hip.

“Don’t move or I’ll drop you!” James growls around her nipple. But he does release her other breast and slides his fingers along her inner thigh. When they reach her bikini bottoms, nimble fingers untie the knots at each hip before throwing the garment away.

Mika gasps as the cool air moves against her folds.

James locks eyes with her as one finger traces agonizing patterns around her clit. Mika bites her lip, and moans as she does her best to repress the desire to squirm under his touch.

Mika is growing hotter and hotter. Energy swirls from everywhere in her body down to the small bundle of nerves James is teasing and back out again. Every cycle is more intense than the last and Mika feels she may lose her mind from the pleasure if it goes on much longer. She dares not move and become unsecure in James’ grasp, but she does have one more tool in her arsenal.

“R—Raestrao!” she cries as another ripple of pleasure radiates from her core.

The incubus shudders almost imperceptibly as he pants open-mouthed. Mika sees a dangerous glint in his eyes that sends new shivers down to where James’ fingers have halted.

Mika hooks her fingers into his waistband and pushes it down. James’ cock springs free and bounces against her folds. The pair gasp at the sudden sensation.

In an instant James’ head is pressed into her. Mika squeezes her walls around him. His lips pull back in a snarl as he thrusts quickly into her. Mika chokes on a gasp at the sudden fullness, reveling in the slight twinge in her muscles that she’d never be able to achieve alone.

She’s allowed one more moment to adjust before James starts pushing into her at a punishing pace.

Mika lets her head fall back against the wall; her eyes screwed shut as she’s flooded with wave after wave of pleasure. Her dull nails carve into the flesh of James’ back, earning her another deep groan.

James shifts his feet and nails her against the wall. Mika’s energy swirls violently in her body funneling down to where she and James are connected. For a moment everything is white, Mika is floating in an ocean of tingling pleasure.

Then a dam breaks and Mika is screaming for James. She’s not sure which names she’s using, maybe both. She distantly realizes she hears her own name too.

A moment later, the hotel room comes back into focus. James slowly slides out from her, then leans her against his chest as he walks towards the bed. They collapse onto it unceremoniously.

They remain a sweaty pile of tangled limbs and heavy breathing for several minutes. Eventually, James brushes the hair out of Mika’s face, “love?”

His voice sounds so uncertain. Mika reassures him with a long and tender kiss. Her hands trace gently over his scalp. They share a warm smile as they finally break apart.

“You know, you’re pretty loud when you want to be. What will people think?” Mika finally finds the words to tease James who promptly blushes.

Just as he opens his mouth the respond, Matthew’s voice echoes from the other side of the wall, “They’ll think ‘please shut up and let the rest of us get some sleep!’”

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﹙𝓙 ﹚𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ! 𝐀emond and Aegon | Modern AU.

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♡ ◟𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓�� : You are a rock star. You, Aegon and Aemond are part of a band, and Aemond discovers that you are having sex with Aegon too, and he wants exclusivity. Part 2.

♡ ◟𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 18+, airplane sex, dirty talk, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral sex (m f receiving), description of a panic attack.

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English is not my first language, sorry.

Sitting on that fluffy couch, she wasn't paying attention to anything her manager, Corlys Velaryon, was saying. It was something about legal contracts or tour schedules; it wasn't really something she cared about at the moment. Her mind was elsewhere. Or rather, on someone else. Discreetly, with a lowered gaze, she captured the silhouette's outline on the other side of the room: the pointed nose and square jaw in profile, the light hair pinned back with black clips behind the ear. Aegon was paying close attention to what Corlys was saying with his violet eyes. Standing in the right corner of the room was Aemond. His straight fringe covered part of his face, his bare shoulders, and his exposed collarbone. There in that room, their silhouettes formed a triangle, each one in a corner; it was almost ironic, considering the situation she had put herself in. The previous week, Aegon had witnessed something extremely uncomfortable, not only for him but also for her and Aemond. Since then, none of the three had exchanged a single word with each other, and she feared they wouldn't for some time.

─ Y/N? ─ Corlys's deep voice pulled her out of her reverie, making her look up at him, his eyebrows raised, as if waiting for the answer to something, something she had no idea what it was.

─ Hm? ─ The man sighed, placing two fingers on the bridge of his nose, pressing the cartilage, and fixing his dark eyes on her again.

─ What is going on with you three? Do I have to dictate everything as if you were children? ─ She opened her lips slightly; it seemed like there were miles of distance between one and another, and the fact that they hadn't exchanged a word since they arrived made everything too obvious.

─ Sorry, we just had a busy week. ─ She replied, her eyes traveling from Aegon to Aemond, noticing how stern they were acting, not looking back at her, nor did they want to.

─ Whatever. You all get on that plane at 10pm. There's a crowd of fans in Highgarden, and I don't want you to miss the interview, understood? ─ The three of them just murmured, and with that, Corlys nodded, adjusting the white suit on his body, and then leaving the room. The door closed and the torturous silence collided with her noisy thoughts.

─ Ah-... ─ As soon as she opened her mouth and any sound came out of her lips, Aemond left. He didn't wait, didn't look at her, didn't murmur, he simply peeled his back off the wall and walked to the exit. A frustrated sigh left her throat, and before Aegon had the chance to do the same, she quickly got up from the couch, grabbing his wrist until his violet eyes were fixed on her face.

─ Aegon, please. How long are we going to keep up this silent treatment? ─ Her eyebrows curved into a sad expression, she wasn't pretending, she was genuinely upset about what had happened. In just one night, she lost the two lovers for whom she had had feelings for a long time; everything seemed to have gone down the drain in her love life, but she was willing to fight for it.

─ Silent treatment? Fuck, Y/N... Do you really want me to say something?

─ Please, Aeg... Just talk to me, even if it's to curse me out, or to say you're mad at me... Just don't ignore me, please. ─ Her fingers slowly released his wrist, she didn't let him go all at once, afraid he would leave if she did.

─ I'm not mad at you, I'm disappointed. Fuck, you were screwing Aemond... while we were- ─ He paused, because whatever he was going to say, he knew it wasn't true. ─ While we were having a thing.

─ I know, and I'm so sorry. Aegon, I couldn't help it, okay? You don't understand, I fell in love with you and with him. I didn't want you to find out that way, and I'm so sorry for that.

─ Were you even going to tell me? Or him? ─ A look of regret covered her entire face, and the guilt was evident in the way she looked at him.

─ He already knew... But wait! Aegon! He found out, I didn't tell him... But I was going to, I swear, I was just waiting...

─ Waiting for what?" He cut her off. "Waiting for one of us to ask you to be their girlfriend? And then you'd have to choose between one or the other? I never thought I’d say this, Y/N, outside of our dirty context, but... You really are a whore.

─ Aegon...

─ Don't talk to me, don't even look at me, understood? We'll do the shows, the interviews, and everything that's professionally necessary, because I'm not giving up on my dream because of you, but... personally, I don't want to even look at you anymore. You're dead to me. ─ His harsh words whipped her chest, she had never felt as miserable as she did now, and the worst part was knowing he was right. If she could, she would bury herself in the nearest hole and never seek the light again, she wanted to throw something or throw herself off something to avoid dealing with the consequences of the most passionately thoughtless acts she had ever committed.

There they were, the three of them, in front of the private jet that would take them to Highgarden. The only reason she didn't ask for a ticket on a commercial flight was because Corlys would also be there, with his grandson and "apprentice," Lucerys; and then she could play puzzles or cards with him to distract herself from the presence of Aemond and Aegon in the same place. But regret fell upon her as the pilot's voice echoed. "Corlys had an emergency, he'll meet us in Highgarden." Her face nearly fell to the floor, her knees went weak, and looking at the emergency exit behind her, she thought it was a good idea to open it and jump out, without a parachute. She shrank into the seat, gripping her phone tightly, sliding her fingers over any social network, liking posts that were merely interesting to mask her nervousness and disappointment, but not even Helaena's nonsensical and funny stories were able to calm her heartbeat.

Her entire body froze, from the hairs on the back of her neck to her little toe, she felt intense chills. She remembered the feeling perfectly; it wasn't common for her, but the last time she felt like this was when her father spent hours yelling and reaffirming how useless she was and that she would never be anything. Panic attack. Her chest tightened, the air seemed to refuse to move through her body, she felt the perfect moment when she tensed up in the seat and her senses became disabled, she couldn't move, and yet, her hands were trembling. There was a loud noise echoing in her ears when the phone fell to the floor, it sounded as invasive as the airplane's turbines, her vision blurred and she wasn't sure if it was because of the desperate tears that started to fall or because she was about to faint, and when she realized, she was hyperventilating, trembling, and crying. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and although she was aware of her surroundings, it was as if her soul had abandoned her body because it wasn't obeying her. It was horrible, the noise of the turbines, and the agitation of the plane reaching a certain altitude made everything worse, she felt like she was going to die right there, sitting in the seat of a private jet, it would be tragic and dramatic.

Her chest was rising and falling as fast as the plane was flying, her breathing was as loud as the sound of her own crying, and she couldn't even distinguish if she was just crying or if she was making a scene; she was completely out of herself.

─ Y/N? Y/N! ─ She heard that voice, she felt warm fingers squeezing her knees, she saw a shadow of someone in a blur, but nothing was clear at that moment.

─ Shit, she's having a panic attack...─ Aegon said, his violet eyes meeting his brother's. It was impossible to tell which of the two was more worried. Aemond quickly walked over to him, gently pushing him aside and placing his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her tears in an attempt to clear her vision.

─ Hey, hey... Look at me, look at me... I'm here with you... ─ Her eyes moved to the side, seeing Aemond's face more clearly, but his voice was still a distant sound. ─ Fuck, Aegon, go get a glass of water, don't just stand there like an idiot! ─ With clenched teeth, Aegon quickly got up, walked to the small fridge on the plane, and grabbed one of the water bottles. He opened it and patiently tried to bring it to her lips.

─ Let me do that. ─ Aemond contested, trying to take the bottle with one hand.

─ No! I got the water, I'm going to give it to her. ─ The older Targaryen growled, moving the bottle to the side, out of Aemond's reach.

─ Give me the bottle, Aegon, and let me take care of her properly.

─ I was the one who bothered to check on her in the first place. Go back to your seat and your shitty little world while I take care of her. ─ Aemond was about to retort, but he felt her body go limp under his fingers, which gave him just enough time to grab her shoulders before her body slumped forward.

─ Please... ─ She murmured, between tears and heavy breaths. Aemond sat down next to her, gently pulling her back to rest against his chest. He placed one hand on her forehead and wrapped the other around her waist to keep her in place. With a softer look at Aegon, he nodded, indicating that the older brother could give her the water.

─ Hey, everything will be fine... Drink a little of this... That's it, that's right... Slowly, careful not to choke... ─ Aegon guided the bottle to her lips, making her sip the liquid gently. ─ Good girl, breathe, okay? Everything will be fine...

The two brothers stayed there for minutes until she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep, her head resting on Aemond's chest, but her fingers intertwined with Aegon's.

Gently, she stirred in the seat. Aemond clearly felt the moment she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, holding her firmly yet gently by the shoulders, helping her get settled. Aegon's fingers immediately pulled both her hands towards him, and the brothers' four eyes were fixed on her face, both worried, checking her mental and physical state.

─ I'm okay... ─ She whispered, hearing Aegon's immediate sigh of relief. He picked up the water bottle next to him, still half full, and handed it to her. With her fingers still slightly trembling, she drank the remaining liquid and handed the empty bottle back to Aegon.

─ Do you want to eat something? Something sweet? ─ Aemond's voice echoed, but she shook her head in denial, pressing her fingers to her temple.

─ Are you feeling better? Can you breathe? Is everything alright? ─ Aegon bombarded her with questions and didn't wait for an answer. He pulled her from Aemond's arms, wrapping his own around her delicate figure, and hugged her tenderly, his nose brushing the top of her head, leaving a few kisses there. ─ I was worried about you. ─ He whispered, forgetting for a moment that Aemond was still there. He only realized his younger brother's presence when Aemond's possessive hands pulled her to him, almost brutally taking her from Aegon's embrace. Aemond held her against his chest, keeping her there and staring intently at his brother.

─ I was worried about you. Are you sure you're okay? ─ Aegon rolled his eyes, sliding his fingers to one of her thighs to give a reassuring squeeze and show his affection, but Aemond pushed him away, trying to keep him from her.

─ What the fuck is your problem, Aemond?! ─ He stood up, trying to look tough or something, but they both knew Aemond was the more intimidating of the two. She, of course, realized at that very moment what was happening, she was already conscious and recovered enough to understand what was going on there. And before it turned into a real fight, she pulled away from Aemond's body, pointing a finger from each hand at them.

─ Okay, okay... That's enough. I'm fine, you don't need to worry anymore. I appreciate you both taking care of me. ─ Her eyes moved back and forth, capturing their images, their faces, and their reactions.

─ I'm sorry, kitten, I didn't mean to make you nervous. ─ Aegon replied, gently touching her wrist. He left a kiss on her palm, a light smile on his lips.

─ Oh, fuck off, Aegon... And what about that talk of her being dead to you? Stop being such a hypocrite. ─ Aemond stood up, towering over Aegon, pulling her arm from his hand.

─ You listened to our conversation? Fuck you! ─ Aegon pushed Aemond's shoulders back, and she felt compelled to stand up, placing herself between them.

─ Hey, hey, hey... What did I say? That's enough! ─ Her palms pressed against each of their chests, keeping them apart. Aegon's eyes turned to her, and with one hand, he slid his fingers along her cheek, hearing Aemond growl in response. But knowing she was keeping them apart, he decided to be bolder and provoke his brother, this time, for real. In a swift move, his lips captured hers in a gentle kiss. It was calm, sweet, almost innocent, an act she didn't expect, catching her so off guard she couldn't even react against it. Aegon's eyes opened while his lips were still on hers, and he stared at Aemond, as if challenging him to do better.

With an angry sigh, one of Aemond's hands grabbed her chin, pulling her from Aegon's kiss and bringing her towards himself. He kissed her too, but not like Aegon. Aemond's lips parted, and as he left a light bite on her lower lip, his tongue slipped into her mouth, kissing her deeply. The sight of Aemond devouring her lips infuriated Aegon as much as it aroused him. His fingers grabbed Aemond's shirt collar, pushing him back, but before he could kiss her again, she herself pushed them both away.

─ What are you two doing? Stop it, I'm not a toy! ─ Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes trying to understand their expressions.

─ Now you know how we feel. ─ Aemond replied. Her chest tightened again, her expression softened but also became sad.

─ That's not fair... ─ She murmured. Aegon's fingers slid to her neck, pulling her closer, his lips brushing her temple, but his eyes were fixed on Aemond.

─ See, love? He can't treat you right, not like I can... ─ Aegon spread kisses along her skin until he reached her neck. Both Aegon and Aemond knew that was her weak spot; they both knew every part of her body, every spot that made her sigh when touched, every point that got her wet, every stimulus that made her cum faster or more intensely, and that gave them a certain advantage. Her eyes closed, and she placed both hands on Aegon's chest, trying to push him away.

─ Aegon... Stop... ─ But her voice was more a whisper than a concrete word. However, Aegon didn't stop, not when she asked at least. Aemond brutally pulled her to him, making her eyes widen and a gasp escape her throat. His fingers wrapped around her ass, and with a firm squeeze, he brought her closer to himself.

─ She told you to stop... ─ He began. She was about to say something, about to protest, but Aemond raised one hand and slid two fingers into her mouth. ─ Shh, shut up. Let's see if you ask me to stop like you did with him. ─ He didn't even look at Aegon's furious and jealous expression. Aemond's lips met her neck, and he began to suck her skin with pleasure. The hand that was on her mouth moved down her chest, finding one of her breasts and squeezing it firmly. A low moan escaped her lips, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ask him to stop.

─ Aemond... Fuck... ─ She murmured. Her eyes opened, and almost instinctively she looked at Aegon, trying to see some disapproval on his face that would give her more strength to ask Aemond to stop. But what she saw on Aegon's face wasn't anger, jealousy, or disappointment—it was lust. His moist tongue slid gently across his lips, his eyes fixed on her neck where Aemond's mouth was sucking her skin, marking her deliciously. Aegon's expression was the push she needed to want to continue.

─ Did you say something about fuck? ─ Aemond's husky voice whispered against her neck. His mouth moved up, wetting her face with his tongue until it reached her lips again. He kissed her intensely, pleasurably. His fingers pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her top, then his index finger slid to the edge of the neckline and pulled the fabric down, making her breast pop out, bare. His thumb rubbed the nipple gently, hearing her moan softly during the kiss.

Another hand, which did not belong to Aemond, because the hand of his that wasn't playing with her nipple was squeezing her ass. It touched her shoulder with some firmness, sliding to the back of her neck, fingers entwining her hair there, gripping with some force. Her eyes opened, and she saw Aegon salivating in front of her. His clever tongue descended to her nipple, and he took it into his mouth intensely, trapping it between his teeth before starting to suck. The kiss ceased because Aemond felt Aegon's saliva wet his own finger when he began to suck her nipple. There was a silent exchange of glances among the three, where Aegon's lips did not leave her breast, only sucked it more intensely. It echoed in her mind, curious to know what they were thinking. However, these thoughts were silenced when she felt Aemond's fingers invade her panties. A surprised moan left her lips, and she was almost sure she saw a smile at the corner of Aemond's lips while he still looked at Aegon. The older one's eyes closed, and he began to suck her breast more intensely, circling the nipple with his tongue while his teeth gently bit the sensitive skin. Aemond's fingers plunged into her panties, parting her wet folds before rubbing her clit with his index finger, feeling her squirm under his touch, which made him sigh with satisfaction and maintain the circular movements in that area. One of her hands wrapped around Aegon's neck, and the other around Aemond's, gently caressing the skin of both while they gave her pleasure. She bit her lower lip hard, holding back some soft moans that were eager to escape.

─ She’s so wet, Aegon... You should see... ─ The sound of the words made her look at Aemond with some surprise, a surprise that increased even more when Aegon's fingers also slid into her panties, bumping into Aemond's fingers, fighting for space on her clit. His lips left her swollen nipple, trails of saliva covering the now red skin and also his lips, which smiled maliciously at her.

─ Damn... She is really wet... Did she get this way thinking about me or you? ─ He teased, gently squeezing her clit with two fingers, making her moan more intensely. Her eyes didn't know which one to look at, nor did she know what to do or say.

─ Believe me, brother, you don't want to know. ─ Aemond let out a laugh. His other hand moved from her ass to her neck, and with a firm grip, he pushed her down onto the seat, making her sit there while still looking at the two of them. ─ Keep your legs open. ─ He ordered, and she nodded, not moving a muscle to close the space between her legs. His firm hands gripped her hips, pulling her panties down, making them slide quickly down her smooth legs. Meanwhile, Aegon's hands pulled down her top, exposing her other breast as well, and when finished, he lifted her skirt up to her waist, leaving her perfectly exposed for them.

─ She’s so beautiful... It’s a pity she’s such a slut... ─ Aegon murmured, his index finger sliding around her pussy, not touching it directly. A sound of disapproval left her lips, and then Aemond responded with a chuckle.

─ No need to torture her, Aegon... She needs to relax. ─ Aemond's fingers ran through her wet folds again, and slowly he inserted one of his fingers into her warm cunt. A soft moan left her lips in response, her back arching in the seat. Aegon liked what he saw, because right after, he also slid one of his fingers inside her. The two began to thrust their fingers inside her, each curling his finger to one side, going deeper inside her. With his free hand, Aegon rubbed her clit slowly.

─ Damn, she looks so hot moaning like that... ─ Aegon murmured. He moved closer to her, starting to rub his painful erection against her knee, a pleasurable sigh leaving his lips. Aemond glanced sideways at him with a smirk, his other hand pulling her wrist until he placed her hand on the bulge in Aegon's pants.

─ You know what to do, slut. ─ Aemond said through clenched teeth with desire, inserting a second finger inside her, hearing her moan louder because of it. Aegon smiled in response, satisfied with the exchange of pleasure they were making. His finger brushed against Aemond's, slowly thrusting inside her, making her even more aroused.

─ Aemond... Aegon... Please... ─ She moaned, and the response she got was a harsh slap on the face from Aemond. She felt Aegon's finger go deeper after that, as a positive effect of his brother's action.

─ You’re so disobedient... ─ Aemond growled, starting to move his fingers faster inside her. She got the message immediately, and her trembling fingers opened the buttons and zipper on Aegon's pants, pulling the fabric down along with his boxers, until his cock was freed from the prison of cloth. His hard length sprang out, large, thick, the pink tip slightly moist with his pre-cum, veins bulging along every inch of it, begging for attention. A soft moan left his lips, and almost instinctively, he braced one of his knees on the seat next to her, leaving his cock at the perfect height for her lips, but in a way that he could still reach her clit and continue to stimulate her pleasure.

Her mouth opened, and her tongue touched the tip of his cock, shivering with pleasure when the sweet taste of his pre-cum hit her. She moved the tip of her tongue in circular motions around his cockhead, sucking just that area. Aegon's eyes closed, and he bit his lower lip, taking his finger out of her to focus solely on her swollen clit. Aemond watched the scene with pleasure; it was stimulating and hot to watch his girl giving pleasure to his brother. He didn't feel jealousy or disgust as he thought he might; he was aroused, partly because of Aegon too. Her other hand made its way to the buttons on Aemond's pants. She could give him a handjob, alternating between sucking him and Aegon. Her eyes were closed as she took every inch of Aegon into her mouth, her throat tightening around his tip, making her gag softly. A louder moan came from Aegon in response, and he slowly began to move his hips to thrust into her mouth. Aemond's cock was freed too, just as hard as Aegon's. There were as many similarities between them as there were differences in their cocks. Aegon's was straighter, while Aemond's had a slight curve, which helped hit her g-spot more easily, but both were large and thick. Just as she was about to grasp Aemond's cock, she felt his hips move, and with one thrust, he entered her. Her eyes opened immediately, and she moaned against Aegon's cock, choking slightly in surprise. Aegon's eyes also opened, a malicious smile forming on his lips as he saw Aemond positioned between her legs, completely buried inside her pussy.

─ I’m the oldest; I should’ve been first. ─ Aegon's hoarse and sensual voice echoed, his hips still moving back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth.

─ I think you're a bit busy. ─ Aemond responded, a soft moan leaving his lips with the first firm thrust. Aegon's fingers moved more intensely over her clit, making her writhe beneath them due to the amount of stimulation she was receiving. Her fingers dug into Aegon's hips, her eyes trying to shift between the faces of the two, though it was becoming increasingly difficult.

─ I think you had her suck me on purpose. ─ Aegon replied, bringing his free hand to her head, holding it still as he went all the way into her mouth, watching her eyes close tightly and tear up.

─ Maybe... ─ Was Aemond's only response before his hips also started to move, slowly thrusting inside her. Her walls squeezed him pleasurably, only increasing the strength of his thrusts.

Aegon withdrew from inside her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath. He watched for a while as she moaned while Aemond fucked her. His fingers squeezed her breasts and her hips at the same time, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts inside her. The sound of his thrusts was already audible, and it was incredibly exciting for Aegon how her pussy swallowed Aemond's cock with each thrust. His fingers began to move faster on her clit, and her body's reactions were perfect. She moaned and writhed, her nails digging into Aegon's skin, her eyes teary, cheeks wet with tears, and lips parted. It was the most perfect sight Aegon had ever seen, and he wanted more. Aemond seemed to read Aegon's thoughts before he had a chance to say anything, his fingers slipped to the inside of her thigh, and he slowly withdrew from inside her.

─ Go ahead... ─ He nodded to Aegon. There was a moment of hesitation in the older one. He wasn't going to get into the debate about who had been fucking her longer and therefore had the right to fuck her without questioning anything, so he hesitated almost as if he were waiting for a clearer permission. Aemond rolled his eye at the delay. ─ Alright, if you're not going to, I-

─ No, no... ─ Aegon placed his hand on Aemond's chest, pushing him gently to the side and positioning himself between her legs, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, making the tip slide along her lower lips, soaking up with her natural lubrication. The tip of his cock gently tapped her clit, and then he slowly pushed himself inside her. Her fingers gripped the edges of the seat, and a loud moan escaped her lips; the gentle turbulence of the plane seemed to make his cock tremble inside her, and that added to the pleasure, it was incredible.

Aemond got on his knees on the seat next to them, pulling her hair strands, wrapping them around his wrist until he could hold her head firmly through her hair, he pulled slowly until her mouth was also fitted around his cock. She closed her eyes, sighing against his extension, feeling how the sweet taste of her juices was noticeable on his cock. Her mouth moved gently, as slow as Aegon's thrusts. Unlike Aemond, who always liked to act more roughly in sex, and fuck her with quick and strong thrusts, Aegon preferred something slower; he had more pleasure when he went deep inside her and felt that sweet spot that made her pussy squeeze his cock, and then slowly come out, repeating the process until she came. And she loved both ways. The tip of Aemond's cock rubbed against her inner cheeks; she slowly took him down her throat before pulling back and sucking only the cockhead. Her hand left the grip on the seat, and she massaged his balls, her eyes fixed on how he cursed softly, and some moans escaped his throat; he didn't even bother to move his hips, he let her do the work.

Aegon's moans came out in pleasurable sequences; his thumb rubbed her clit, watching with pleasure as the lower part of her body trembled, he saw her toes curling over the slippers, and her abdomen contracting. He thrust slowly, taking pleasure in every second of it, his moans mixing with Aemond's, to whom he looked whenever he could; his analytical violet eyes paid attention to how her mouth moved over his cock, she was giving equal attention to both, that felt good in a way. Her moans intensified, and she withdrew Aemond's extension from her throat, fixing her eyes on Aegon.

─ I'm almost... Aeg, I'm going to... ─ She bit her lower lip, throwing her head back, her chest weighed down, making her breathing heavier, announcing her impending orgasm. Aegon's fingers began to pay more attention to her clit, moving with intensity over her pearl.

─ Come, love...

─ Come, love... ─ The voices of both echoed. Aegon and Aemond, spoke the same thing at the same time. And that was so incredibly exciting for her, that she came at that exact moment.

Her back arched and her whole body contorted over the armchair, her inner walls squeezed around Aegon's cock, a louder moan escaped her lips, while her legs trembled, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her orgasm was incredibly exciting for the three of them, Aegon's fingers circled her clit for a few more seconds before stopping, but he continued to caress her pussy, running his fingers where the folds engulfed him. He removed his cock from inside her, and leaned down gently, running his tongue over her pussy, sucking every part of it with gentleness. His eyes lifted to Aemond, a mischievous smile contouring his lips wet with her juice.

─ I made her cum. ─ He boasted, seeing her groan in disapproval at what he said, and Aemond rolled his eyes.

─ It's easy to say when you were fucking her. ─ Aegon shrugged, of course they didn't understand enough about female pleasure to know that it was a series of things that led her to orgasm, but she wasn't going to get into the subject. Her back straightened, and she was ready to say something, but the way Aegon sucked her clit prevented her from speaking, making her moan.

─ I don't know if that's really the factor... ─ Aegon mocked, releasing the words as his tongue danced on her pussy.

─ No? Let's fuck her at the same time then. ─ She almost choked on her moans when she heard Aemond's audacity.

─ She's going to cum because I'll be inside her.

─ Or she won't cum. Are you afraid of not giving her a second orgasm? ─ With the cessation of his words, they both looked at her, as if expecting confirmation. Aegon stood up, next to Aemond, waiting.

She swallowed dryly, her thoughts focused on what they had said, they wanted to fuck her at the same time? Both of them? Her eyes dropped to their cocks, side by side, as if she were trying to remember their size. They were still hard there, with the tips pointing towards her, smiling in her direction.

─ No fucking way. Absolutely not. ─ Was the initial response; she even closed her legs, adjusting herself with her back against the armchair. They both rolled their eyes.

─ Come on, princess... Didn't you want to be with both of us? This is the chance. ─ Aegon said.

─ Not at the same time... Together... I still need to walk today. ─ She shook her head in denial; Aemond's fingers reached her face, and he gently passed his thumb over her chin.

─ Come on, love... Be a good girl, we know you can... And we know you'll love it, like the little slut you are. If you don't like it, we'll stop. ─ His fingers caressed her so nicely, and his voice was so sensually smooth that she couldn't say no. She nodded. Because deep down, she knew she wanted to.

She got up, walking with them to the couch; she wasn't sure exactly how to do this, she had never even seen porn about it, but she was almost certain that Aemond and Aegon knew exactly what they were doing.

─ I'll stay below. ─ Aegon said, and Aemond just nodded. Aegon lay with his back against the couch, he got comfortable on the cushions, and then, with two fingers, he signaled for her to come. Aemond guided her in how she should sit on Aegon, slowly making his cock slide inside her. Aemond's hands grabbed her hips, pulling her gently back, tilting her ass towards him. When she was well positioned, Aemond put the tip of his cock at her entrance.

─ If you don't want to anymore, just say it, and I'll stop immediately. ─ She nodded, closing her eyes. Her whole body shivered as he began to slide into her; she was lubricated and his cock was still wet, so it was easier.

Aegon moaned softly in response, feeling Aemond's cock rubbing against his when he penetrated her; it was such a good feeling, strangely exciting. Aemond slid slowly until he was completely inside her; his hips remained still, letting her get used to both of them inside her at the same time, but the way the plane trembled already made them move inside her.

─ Are you okay? ─ Aemond questioned; his fingers caressed her hips, trying to provide some comfort if she was uncomfortable. But the response was a thirsty moan.

─ Fuck... Yes! This is so fucking good! ─ She moaned. A mischievous smile appeared on Aegon's lips, and he looked at Aemond as if to say, "Our girl really is a slut." A satisfied sigh left Aemond's lips, and then he began to move.

Her fingers left gentle scratches on Aegon's chest, while Aemond thrust into her with strength, sliding in and out with a certain firmness and skill. Aegon didn't even need to move; Aemond's cock "dragged" his deeper into her when he moved. Their cocks rubbed against each other, which was incredibly exciting. Not only was she moaning, but so were they. The sensation of her trying to squeeze around them, their cocks rubbing together, and being inside her together was more than enough to provoke their dirtiest and most pleasurable moans. Her breasts bounced with Aemond's firm thrusts, and Aegon massaged them with both hands, pinching and squeezing them. Aegon felt privileged in that position because she was looking at him while moaning, but he would never say anything about it to Aemond.

Aemond's palm left hard slaps on her ass, squeezing harder each time he delivered a slap. Her asscheeks were already red because of it, and she felt weak again. Her clit was rubbing against Aegon's skin because of her position, and that was the sacred stimulus she needed; she was almost coming again. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her nails dug into Aegon's chest, making him moan louder.

─ I'm... I'm going to come again!... Fuck... Aemond, Aegon!... Yes! ─ She moaned louder. She was in heaven - literally. Her eyes glanced at the small window beside her, seeing the fluffy clouds, and the irony of the situation made her believe she was really in paradise. And with a louder moan, which she feared even the pilot had heard, she collapsed on top of them, her body experiencing deep spasms before her juices spread over Aegon's stomach, making his skin wet, as well as the cushion beneath them and their legs. But she didn't care, she was coming intensely and wanted to enjoy more of it.

─ Fuck... That's right, love, come for us... Come on our cocks... ─ Aegon sighed. He himself was so close to orgasm that it was painful. As her body spasmed over his, Aegon fixed his eyes on Aemond. His lips were parted as he moaned, his cheeks lightly flushed, and his breathing heavy. He didn't even know when Aemond had removed his eye patch, giving him a perfect view of his false eye. Aegon never thought he would feel aroused seeing his own brother like that, but he did. He nodded at Aemond, who immediately understood the signal.

Aemond pulled out of her, grabbing her hair as she still trembled over Aegon. He positioned her on her knees on the floor in front of him, still holding her thick strands. Aegon stood in front of her, next to Aemond. Their hands grabbed their cocks, squeezing their thick lengths. They stroked themselves quickly until their orgasms arrived. Their abdomens contracted, Aemond tightened his grip on her hair, and with loud moans, they came. The streams of cum hit her face precisely, Aemond's landing closer to her lips, droplets falling into her mouth and filling her tongue with his seed, some landing on her chin and around her lips. Aegon's cum splattered on her cheek and nose, running down her jaw, painting her beautiful face white. She couldn't tell which of the two had the most cum, as it felt like their seed was pouring out infinitely. But she waited with her mouth open until the last drop from each of them. She swallowed Aemond's cum that had fallen into her mouth and licked her lips to clean the rest. Her lips closed around his cockhead, sucking off the remaining cum until it was clean. Then she did the same with Aegon. She watched them collapse onto the couch, panting, Aegon with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and Aemond with his head back, matching his brother's quick breaths. Their semi-hard cocks still glistened with a mix of saliva and cum. It was a divine sight.

She ran her fingers over her face, collecting every drop of their seed that was there, and brought it to her lips. Thanks to the good diet of the two, the taste was slightly sweet and smooth. She took a deep breath and crawled over to the sofa, sitting there between them. Immediately, each of them placed a hand on her thighs, which made her smile. She forgot about the sex as she looked at them from that angle and just focused on how much she was in love. She knew it was strange to say "I love you" right after sex, but she almost said it. There was a sparkle in her eyes that one only sees in poets or madmen.

─ I'm sorry for saying those things to you. I was just pissed... At myself for not seeing that you liked Aemond too. I didn't mean it. ─ Her eyes fixed on Aegon, and she ran her fingers over his chin, gently pulling until she could leave a light kiss on his lips.

─ It's okay, I understand. I wasn't fair to you two, and I'm sorry for that. ─ She then looked at Aemond, who was still staring at the ceiling. She thought that maybe this had been a farewell fuck, and that filled her with fear.

─ It's okay... I think I can live with that. I think I can share you with my brother. ─ Aemond said, turning to her. She and Aegon looked at him surprised, one of their eyebrows raised in confusion.

─ Seriously? ─ The two asked at the same time, and Aemond laughed, running his fingers through his silver-white hair.

─ Seriously. Of course, we need some rules and arrangements, but... It's okay with me if it's okay with you. ─ Aemond replied. The sparkle in her eyes intensified, she looked at Aegon hopefully, but he had already pulled her into a kiss before saying anything. Then giving space for Aemond to do the same and "seal" the agreement with a passionate kiss.

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[deapax]

Suiting her

Characters: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: After escaping the hex the witch’s focus shifts to getting her powers back. Yet she can’t just ignore the looks you give her once she shows off her new style.

Word Count - no idea, enough I hope

Warnings - Smut, strap on, Agatha being merciless, overstimulation, rough sex, mommy kink

A/N - set after the hex -> also this is my first fic on here so leave a comment if you got improvements!

Originally posted by deapax

“Y/N, darling, do you mind grabbing the spell books from the shelf? The red and blue ones.” The witch’s voice echoed in your head as you rolled your eyes, heading to the shelf to do as you were told even though you had imagined this morning a lot differently.

Just a few days back you’d helped her to escape the hex just to find out that Agatha had lost access to her beloved powers. Very quickly that had become her new focus, she had developed quite an obsession to find a way to get to the what she called Witch’s Road. You didn’t know anything about this place, you weren’t a witch yourself, you were simply at Agatha’s mercy, nothing more than her loyal lover. She had never mentioned the word girlfriend, even though you liked dreaming of a life in which Agatha would be able to embrace her feelings for her, maybe even show some affection.

“Y/N, I’m waiting. Don’t make me punish you again.” The voice pulled you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You’d have to arrange with the fact that her focus was no longer on you like it had been during the hex, no matter how draining it was. Like the obedient pup you were you fetched the books and made your way to the living room of the little cabin you’d found shelter in, placing them down on the table in front of Agatha, your eyes glued to the floor as you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of you drooling over her.

“Good girl. You may start preparing lunch while I study those books, you know I value silence.” She stated rather dry, which made you clench your fists, tears dwelling in your eyes as you bit down your lip trying to hold back. It was unfair, you’d done anything for her and that’s how she thanked you? “No. You’re old enough to cook alone and I am independent enough to-“ That’s when you lifted your gaze to meet Agatha’s to make your point, yet you choked on your very own words at the view that was presented to you.

You’d known Agatha to be the elderly woman with the dark untamed curly hair and her dark purple dress. The Agatha in front of you was much different from that. She had out her hair up to a messy bun and the make up she wore was way more present, making her look even younger. But what caught your eyes the most was the suit she’d chosen to put over a white blouse, her necklace dangling from her neck. She was almost looking like she was heading to an important meeting. “Independent you say? Darling, we both know you couldn’t even survive a day without me, no need to lie to yourself. But I think you know I cannot let that little comment of yours slide so easily. Mommy needs to teach her pup some manners. Kneel.”

It was the change of tone that got to you, the attention that you suddenly had, the books long forgotten. You felt your legs pressing together as wetness started to pool between them. God you could cum from that sight alone. Without hesitation you dropped down on your knees in front of the older witch who was still settled rather comfortably on the big old fashioned chair. With doe eyes you looked up at your mommy, as she liked to call herself, yet you couldn’t agree more. “Let’s out that big loose mouth of yours to better use shall we?” Your mouth started watering as you noticed the bulge in the witch’s suit pants, that she now unbuttoned and pulled down just enough to pull her favourite purple strap out of it. It was standing proudly as your mouth slowly approached it, your eyes in Agatha’s at all times just how she’d taught you.

You licked a straight line up her strap, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking the large toy into her mouth. By the fact that she’d chosen her largest one you knew you were in big trouble. Agatha wasn’t playing around when it came to her punishments. You started sucking her off like she could feel it, hollowing your cheeks under pressing your lips against the strap before taking it even deeper until it hit the back of your mouth, making your choke. As you pulled back you met Agatha’s hand, pushing you back down. “Nuh uh, you know good girls take what they’re given. You don’t wanna disappoint mommy after the little stunt you pulled earlier do you now?” You shook your head, trying your best to keep sucking the toy, tears starting to build up as Agatha gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head on the strap just the way she liked it. Hearing her quite grunts and moans that escaped her mouth by the simple view of you encouraged you to keep going until Agatha finally had enough, the toy now covered in your salvia and your cheeks stained with your shed salty tears.

“Get up, bend over the table. I’m done playing around with you. If you wanna be a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” Her voice only fuelled your desire for her, desperate to make her proud and earn her forgiveness, but you knew better than that. Agatha wasn’t one to forgive easily, she’d proven that many times and nights before. Yet you still had allowed your feelings to take over you. Agatha’s strong hand wrapped around your throat to lift you back on your feet made you realise that you’d been too slow for her liking. Roughly she turned you around, bending you over the table, holding you down by your neck as she impatiently got rid of your pants and panties.

She now was leaning over you, you could feel the wet strap pressing against your thigh as she whispered in your ear. “Dumb little pup really thought you could escape mommy’s grip hm? I’ll never let you go. But I know you wouldn’t want to leave me, you’re such a whore for me, princess. Can’t go a day without my strap can you? You know if you wanted mommy’s attention you could’ve just asked. Mommy’s got some stress she needs to take out.” Her voice was raspy, you could tell she was exhausted and frustrated from not finding a solution for her problem since days. You started feeling bad for being so selfish, wanting all her attention for yourself while she deserved to take some time for herself after everything she’d gone through in the hex.

She licked along your ear shell, biting your earlobe and pulling on it before she got back in an upright position and used her free hand to guide the strap to your soaking wet folds, running it through them until she suddenly pushed forwards. You cried out softly, your hands gripping either side of the table as she sent another rough push right after, burying the strap inside your gaping hole. “Mommy! ‘S so big, hurts..” You whined but Agatha just laughed wickedly, pulling back just to slam the toy back inside you, the wetness of your cunt making it easy for her to pick up a quick pace, the sinful sound of skin hitting skin filling the silent room. “That’s the point of a punishment, pup. It’s supposed to hurt. But you know mommy would never do something that you don’t deserve, ain’t that right?” You could hear her panting as she tightened her grip on your neck while her nails of her other hand dug into the skin of your thigh as she kept them wide open for her.

“ ‘M so sorry for misbehaving, mo-mommy. I’ll be good, I know I deserve this.” She cried out, not being to hold back at the way Agatha manhandled you, fucking you senselessly, turning your brain to mush within a couple of seconds. The change of the rhythm Agatha fucked you with was enough to take you to the edge already. She slowed down her movement, yet she made sure the tip of the toy was hitting your sweet spot every time she thrusted the toy inside your tight hole, making your legs shake as you came, your cum dripping down your legs. Your expression change the second you noticed you’d just broken another one of your mommy’s rules.

“Oh? Did mommy’s strap fuck you so well that you forgot the simplest rule of them all? Tell me.” Smack. Her hand fell hardly on your ass you tried your best to come down from your high to form a sentence that made sense. You cried out as another blow hit your ass cheek. By the way it felt and sounded you could tell you’d be having troubles sitting the next few days. “Mind’s empty.. ‘m sorry I came without permission, mommy. I-“ Another smack interrupted your pathetic apology. You knew it didn’t matter what you said, you’d fucked up big time and she was prepared. Suddenly the witch started moving at a rapid speed again, rutting you against the table as she ignored your cries and begs. “It’s too much, mommy please! C-can’t take any more!” Tears pooled on the table as she continued taking you like her life was depending on you. The way the table was moving under her powerful thrusts you got scared that her cup of tea would end up on the ground very soon which you obviously would have to clean up afterwards. “Should’ve thought about that before you got mommy all angry and disappointed at you, princess. You can and you will give me another, and another if I tell you to. See it as a friendly reminder of who’s in charge here.”

Her voice started shaking, you could tell she was close as well by the way her movements started getting sloppier, her thrusts harder as she tried desperately to chase her own orgasm. The way she cried out your name when she came made all the pain worth it. Your knuckles turned white as you came again, sobbing loudly as she rid out her own orgasm before pulling out of you and dropping back down on her chair, pulling you along with her. “Sh sh sh, pup. You did so well for mommy. Mommy’s so proud of you.” She pulled you into her lap, wiping your tears, giving you a moment to at least catch your breath before she lifted you back on her strap. “Now rest some while I study those books, you’ll need your energy for later if I don’t find a way to get my powers back anytime soon.” Tiredly you rested your head on Agatha’s shoulder, closing your eyes as you felt her hand on your back drawing little patterns on it with her hand as she opened the book and mumbled a few spells, her voice soothing you to sleep not too long after.

[joshfuckingkiszka]

『two: uncovered』

so sorry about the delay tbh I thought I posted this my bad yall mwah - ALSO I've made a playlist on Spotify (APPLE MUSIC SUPREMACY) for this series as well as sthh and end up here and will be making more (ignore the order of the songs from 7 and up because I'm still putting them in order)

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: ANGST, idiots in love, alcohol

from the playlist: gold rush - taylor swift / i hate myself for loving you - joan jett and the blackhearts

series masterlist

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It was hard to sleep, now that you knew what Josh’s mouth felt like. He still tasted like the numerous Salty Dogs he’d consumed at the bar, the recent hit of a fruity vape still on his lips. You tossed and turned in your bed, panicking about the next morning. He wouldn’t remember, he was too drunk. 

When the sun rose, you were already awake. Well, with barely two hours under your belt - and that’s being generous. The coffee you made burnt your tongue, but the frugality you’d possessed since high school made it hard to justify paying for caffeine. 

Josh didn’t wake for another three hours, which was a lot of time to think. Overthink. When he did, he made a quip about the cold coffee and the sweatshirt you wore. It was his, just like the shirt underneath it, stolen during a camping trip from sophomore year of college. 

This was supposed to have been a girls’ trip. You, Ronnie, and the two other girls who completed the four person dorm suite: Kehlani and Olive. 

Kehlani was confident and damn persistent, and it had scared you a little at first, but nothing in your suite ever went unfixed by maintenance. Her olive skin tone only got darker and glowier the longer she spent outside, and she did that quite a bit. The balcony was accustomed with the prettiest flowers you had ever seen, thanks to her and her green thumb. Fittingly, she was a Botany Major, who spent long hours at the library and ever longer ones at local greenhouses.

Olive was quiet, but even an idiot could see the crush she had on Jake. You learned - in bits and pieces - that she was an incredible artist, who had mastered realism, in your opinion. She was a psychology major, with hopes to go to medical school and become a psychologist. When the semester first started, she never spent more than five minutes outside of her room. Two months in, and it was like the four of you had always known each other. 

Back to the facts. Girls trip. Supposed to be. 

“Where exactly can we get alcohol where they won’t I.D. us?” Ronnie asked, her head on the armrest of the couch, feet in your lap.

“Well,” Kehlani started, “I would say that place on Fifth, but they got busted last week. Lost their license. Truly sad.”

“College town, Ron, we’re not getting anything without a fake,” you told her. She rolled her eyes, she knew you were right.

Olive piped up, “Ronnie, what about your brother? One of the twins? They’re 21.” Everyone knew she meant Jake. 

“Jake wouldn’t get us anything without a hefty price.” The Kiszka girl huffed. 

You contemplated. “Josh would do it for free.”

“Yeah for you.” She poked your ribs, and you giggled. “But the second he finds out it’s for me too, he’ll back out.”

“What if we invited them?” Kehlani suggested, and Olive’s eyes lit up. You’re not sure yours didn’t do the same. 

Ronnie groaned and protested for three days. 

“What if this is an alcohol free trip?” She attempted to pawn this idea. 

“The beginning of summer. At a lake house. Without alcohol. Do you hear how insane you sound right now, Veronica?” Kehlani’s hands were firmly gripping the brunette’s shoulders and her eyes bore deep and seriously into Ronnie’s. 

She rolled her eyes. “Inviting them will ruin the sanctity of a girl’s trip!” No one bought it. 

“Ronnie’s inviting you on our girl’s trip.” Josh’s hands stilled in your hair for only a second, his attention finally deviating from the Kubrick film. 

He scoffed. “What’s the catch?” Josh always was much smarter than he let on. 

“Alcohol. Purchasing. For the group.”

His eyes met yours. “Let me guess, she told you to butter me up tonight.” His tone was playful, but you knew he was being serious.

“No,” you rolled your eyes, grinning, “I’m not even supposed to be telling you. It’s supposed to be a ‘random act of kindness by your sweet little sister’.”

The two of you laughed. 

“Well, I’m not going without my other half.” 

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll be there.” He laughed and tickled your sides. 

“Jake won’t be happy I’m being invited.”

“Who do you think she’s asking on the trip right now?” 

Finally, his fingers were back in your hair and both sets of eyes on the screen. The movie didn’t have your attention anymore, though. 

“I take it the bar was fun last night,” you quipped. 

His brows raised in agreement, “I would say I’m never drinking again, but we both know that’s a lie.” 

Josh was quiet for a moment, “I didn’t…say anything weird did I?” 

You thought back to his lips on yours. 

“No more than usual.” 

“Good.” 

He was holding something back. Was he worried he spilled something he shouldn’t have? A band announcement? A girl? Your breath caught in your throat for a second and you passed it off as a cough. 

“What would you have said?”

He shrugged, but he knew. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you tonight,” he mentioned casually. 

On a call a few weeks ago, Josh had practically begged you to come out with him and the guys tonight. You agreed, because you missed them, and because going out just wasn’t the same without them. 

“Should I be concerned?” You elbowed him gently. Asking was stupid, because you already were. 

“I’m not sure,” he said earnestly, “I don’t think so. But the guys - nevermind.” 

Now you were really concerned. You left, making up some excuse about getting ready (even though it was about five hours until the guys would be over). 

Whatever he was telling you tonight, gave you a bad gut feeling. You sincerely hoped you were wrong. Regardless, you trudged through getting ready. You took a long “everything” shower - as you’d heard it regarded on Tiktok (Josh made fun of you for watching them, but you would always catch him quoting ones he thought were funny). You were on autopilot as you did your makeup, it was what you had seen as the “rockstar girlfriend” look - ironic, huh? 

A black mini skirt was layered with tights donning little hearts and a lacy black bra could be seen under a mesh long-sleeved crop top. Black leather boots that came up to your knees was your shoe of choice for the evening, and you knew that anyone else would mistake you for a groupie. Not Josh. Never Josh. To him you would always be his Little Red. 

Once your hair was done - even if that one piece kept falling in your face - you gave yourself a once over in the mirror. You looked hot. It had never mattered to you what a man thought so why, all of a sudden, did you care so much about what Josh had to say about your outfit? 

You thought back to Tara, had she been right? Were you falling in love with Josh? Or had those feelings always been there. 

“I swear to god, one more Shakespeare play and I’m-” 

“If you do it, I do it. I’m serious, too.” 

Ronnie had needed an extra elective because of an error her advisor had made, and you needed a class to fill a time slot you didn’t want empty. Romeo and Juliet had been so good your freshman year, so what harm would a Shakespearean Literature class be? Incredibly harmful. Analyses piled on top of the other and you could barely keep up with what you were supposed to be reading. Ronnie wasn’t having any better luck, so cheating wasn’t even an option. 

Homework should have been the last thing on your mind during Thanksgiving Break, but with the amount of practice Josh was having to do, the distraction seemed inviting. It wasn’t just practice, either, he and the guys had become serious about the band, performing gigs all around Michigan. You had banned them from ever coming back to the college, though, because of the attention Josh - and all of the boys - had received from the female audience. It was fine if you didn’t have to hear about it, right? Right, so no more University of Michigan gigs. Josh laughed, but he never even joked about coming back. 

They had gained quite a bit of popularity, and the last you had heard from Josh, a few labels wanted to talk to them. You refused to hear updates from anyone but the oldest Kiszka, if for nothing more so that you could talk to him. His original love of the theater had been put on the backburner, replaced by Rock n’ Roll, leather pants, and a rat tail you weren’t sure if you loved or hated. Josh loved the music, though, he loved making Jake happy and he bathed in the attention he got from the audience. 

“They’re not that different,” he explained, “The stage is different, but the crowd is all the same: they’re all there for a show.” 

“And you give it to them?” You mused. 

“Absolutely, mama.” There was also that. You assumed he had picked it up from Elvis or The Black Crowes or some other musical inspiration. He used it and your nickname interchangeably, at whim. His language, his looks, even his desires had changed. He was still your Josh though. 

Your reading of Hamlet, or maybe Macbeth, was interrupted by screaming in the lower level of the Kiszka house. You and Ronnie gave confused looks to each other before dashing downstairs. 

As soon as you were off the bottom step, Josh’s arms were around you and his face was buried in your neck as he spun you around. When he set you down, his eyes bore into yours. They were deep mahogany, and they reminded you of smooth satin with the golden flecks as ornate detailing. 

“We have a record deal!” It felt like time stopped. You had hoped for this moment, but you also knew what it meant. 

“That’s incredible, I’m so proud of you - all of you.” Nice save, by the way. You hugged him again, and you savored the smell of his cologne mixed with the faintest smell of the weed he’d smoked the night before. You could feel the tears, and Josh could too as they hit his shirt. 

He grabbed your hand and walked you to the back porch. Everyone still celebrating in the living room barely noticed. 

“What’s wrong, Little Red? Aren’t you happy?” He could read you like a book. His frown broke you a bit

“Yeah, I’m so happy for you.” You hated that you had made him feel like his accomplishment was a negative thing. 

“But?” He pressed. 

“You won’t forget me, right? Promise me you won’t forget me, Joshy.” Tears fell freely now and his arms wrapped tightly around you again. 

“How could I ever forget you? I,” he hesitated, “I love you.” 

In the moment, it made sense. He was comforting his best friend. Josh had always been so open with his feelings and affection that you had never really questioned that night. Now, as you sat on the floor in your bedroom, reeling from the very idea that you might be in love with him, you wondered. Could he have always been in love with you, too? Was this a two way street or were you about to crash and burn? 

You felt dizzy, but you got up and walked to the living room where Josh sat on the couch, his hands clasped together and an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. 

“Josh, I-”

“I have a girlfriend.”

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[manygeese]

(this is for @demigod-shenanigans bc I wouldn’t have had this idea without them! hope u like it, will probably write more for the other things too)

Reyna’s Fencing Meet (and Totally Unrelated: Piper’s Crush)

Piper watched with a light blush on her face as Reyna disarmed her opponent. Skillfully. Professionally. And hotly. Was that a word? Whatever, it was true.

A buzz came from her phone, but she ignored it. She was entranced by the way Reyna’s dark hair cascaded downward, reaching the middle of her back even in that elegant high ponytail. Though if anybody asked, she was writing her paper on 1984 for Lit and Comp.

Piper shook her head to rid it off such distracting thoughts. “The time period in which Orwell wrote 1984 was one rife with…” She paused. Damn. Her smart thoughts must have escaped with the stupid ones.

She gave up. The essay wasn’t due until next week. She had time to kill, right? Right. Checking her phone couldn’t hurt, could it? It couldn’t.

HOT-TO-GO: hey simp. hows the pretty girl doing 😘

Red Wine Supernova: hush, child

HOT-TO-GO: dont test me. i WILL sic festus on u 🫵

Attached was a stupid 0.5 picture of Leo (more accurately, his forehead) with his award winning robot dragon, Festus, and some other people from the robotics club. She huffed a laugh and typed up a response.

Red Wine Supernova: im his favorite though

HOT-TO-GO: nope. nope. never even insinuate that again. i WILL divorce u

Red Wine Supernova: then don’t sic him on me, silly billy

HOT-TO-GO: dont worry u pathetic lesbian. ur knight in shining armor will save u

HOT-TO-GO: it’ll be like that one scene in hercules where he saves meg from that blue dude

Piper let out an audible groan and stamped her foot on the bleachers. A few members of the fencing club looked up at her, startled, including her favorite.

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano (Piper would find out her middle name someday, she swore it). She’d had a crush on her since the beginning of freshman year, which was now ending. When Piper noticed Reyna was staring at her, she shut her laptop frantically and tried desperately to look casual. A concoction of dread and excitement brewed in her stomach, along with the greasy pizza from lunch.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t talked to Reyna before, in fact, it was quite the opposite. They had talked just last week, during the Tuesday mock trial meeting. Together, they had absolutely decimated the defense lawyers and proved Laurel Victor guilty. More importantly, Piper discovered that not only did Reyna look good in her fencing gear, but she didn’t look half bad (read: gorgeous) in a suit, either.

“McLean.”

Their previous interactions didn’t prevent Piper from wanting gush about how the beauty mark under her eye made her look so distinguished. Or how the muscles in her upper arms looked like they were chiseled from marble. Or how her long eyelashes reminded Piper of a camel’s, which was a compliment.

“Ramírez-Arellano,” Piper said, hoping she sounded nonchalant. “That sounded cooler in my head.”

Reyna laughed, and it sounded like a marching band, which was also a compliment. “I imagine it did. You know you can call me Reyna, right?”

Piper’s heart fluttered like a bird that had just flown into a window. “Well, what else am I supposed to call you?” She asked with a sly smile.

“Sir, obviously,” Reyna deadpanned. “Jason calls me that. And Frank. Hazel, too. As they should.”

Piper giggled in a way that would keep her up at night thinking about how goofy it sounded. “Honestly, Reyna, I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

“And you’ll never know.”

“One of the greatest mysteries of my life. I shall be thinking about this when I’m old and grey. When I go to sleep, now and forevermore, my mind will return to this exact moment and ponder upon what you meant, my fair lady.”

Why couldn’t she channel that Shakespearean energy into her essay?

Reyna smiled, graceful, like a monarch. “I don’t know why you’d do that when you can just ask them.”

The blush returned (it never left) when the simple solution was brought to Piper’s attention. Wordlessly, she opened her phone and texted Jason.

Dorothy: JASON

Dorothy: JASON

Dorothy: i WILL keep saying this until you answer

Dorothy: JASON

Toto: You called?

Dorothy: nerd alert

Dorothy: anyways

Dorothy: what do you call Reyna?

Toto: …

Toto: I don’t want to say it

Dorothy: do you call her sir.

Toto: HOW DID YOU KNOW?

“Oh my gods,” Piper laughed, “he actually calls you that? Leo’s gonna have a field day with that one.” Instinctually, she opened a chat with Leo to break the news.

“When have I ever lied to you, my fair lady?”

Piper froze. In a way she hoped was smooth, she laughed it off. “I’ll never doubt you again, my dear,” she proclaimed, fluttering her eyelashes. Gods, maybe she was like Meg in that one scene from Hercules.

Reyna’s smile grew. “I’ll see you at mock trial next week, McLean.” She reached down, grabbing Piper’s hand, bringing into her lips and pressing her lips to the knuckles, effectively melting the other girl’s brain.

Piper sat and watched as Reyna descended the bleacher stairs, absentmindedly texting her dad to ask for pickup.

“Leo was right. I need to ask her out,” she whispered, “and I think I needed to do it, like, yesterday.”

[kit-williams]

I guess I'm doing more of that self insert

I have to thank @yawnderu's König character study post and @wordstome for their Königcore bible post and of course oh and @ghouljams for their König as well... there are too many cod dearies who helped me create this idea of him

But the part that really inspired me was this

so yeah enjoy

My clothes were nice and warm still. I still blamed Ghost for me forgetting what I was going to program but honestly it wasn't really important just stuff they gave me to keep me busy... enrichment really. I could look at the news and internet and my chats from my phone, when they weren't busy data scraping it, but I couldn't interact at all. I was in the kitchen making myself some hot chocolate to ignore the fact that I missed my baby and yet he had mommy right there with him.

I took the mug of now warm milk out of the microwave, I wasn't going to fuck up the militarily British men's kettles by heating up milk in them for some hot chocolate. I crouched down in front of the fridge trying to find the whipped cream I keep in there for my hot chocolate. I perk up when I hear it and smile at the massive man putting it down having taken some to eat as well as put on my hot chocolate. "Thanks Hans."

It embarrassingly took me a very long time to figure out Hans was König... I should have seen it coming really. I mean who else is nearly 7 feet tall? and speaks German... in my defense I have been very out of sorts. He plucks down the mini marshmallows for me... my 5'3 height as last time he caught me trying to go at them I had climbed up on the counter and just looked like a dog that had something in their mouth that they weren't suppose to have. In reality I just was embaressed I was climbing onto the countertop like a child.

"Koboldchen tell me about your day and what you need done." I hear him say as I sip my drink and sit down... and well prattle to him.

König was so helpful it hurt. I wasn't use to living on my own... I never had and I never could... I knew that long before I graduated high school or college. Luckily everything was usually automated and could just be taken out of my account but I still struggled so hard. König reminded me of how my husband would just patiently help me. He didn't mind my weird quirks... he let my fidgiting hands move over his calloused ones just letting me get some sort of stimulating satsifaction.

There was also something else that hurt so much... it hurt with Johnny and it hurt with Hans... just how blue their eyes were. It was like he was still right there ready to pick me back up and laugh at me for this dream. To tell me I've obsessed a bit too much and that it's time to focus on something else. Though I was jealous at how lovely the red in his hair looked but I continued to talk.

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König could tell she was spiraling hard around a drain... Price had informed him of what was going on and the possibility of getting in on the ground floor if things followed suit about Ukraine. But, lucky for his Koboldchen... he was there. He wouldn't lie that he took a strong fondness to her after helping her when he found her hiding between buildings clawing at her skull and unresponsive to his voice and touch. He remembers helping her while someone went to find Ghost as she remained non verbal and he just talked.

She was a helpless thing and she knew it and embraced what she was good at to stave off the way her figurative plane was still crash landing... limping in its descent. And he knew why... he saw what was on her phone. I would kill for you. The message had popped up while they were discussing... and he watched the intimate text exchange like an unwilling voyeur But please make sure I never get the chance to. I'm scared I might be too proud about it. She was madly and obsessivly in love with a man she could not chase after anymore. And it was eating her alive. The love of her life was right there yet so far out of her reach.

For König he doesn't remember when he fell for the weird little creature just playing with his hand. Was it when she just chirped out 'Numa Numa' with Soap and Ghost... oh she loved to sing songs that the three early thirty year olds knew... like a joke that he knew about but was just a little too old to have been part of the same culture. Was it when she just asked him to crush her in a hug to ground her, to hold her so tightly she bruised but the way she sighed in his ear as the anxiety left her eyes. Or was it at first sight just seeing her a helpless sad thing that when Ghost had come to collect her she clung to him like a wounded animal.

Hans was okay not being the love of her life... he was okay with playing second fiddle to a man he knew nothing about except the passionate and near constant texting and speaking... pictures... videos... a life that has her eyes glittering with devotion to a man who he didn't know. As long as he could be by her Hans was fine as she allowed him to be close... to touch. She was like a dog recently left at the shelter confused but wanting those pets and comforts she was so use to.

"Do you want me to come by and make you dinner or is Ghost doing that tonight?" He asked softly knowing full well Ghost and Soap hovered around her as much as they could.

"He's gone for awhile. Yes. I don't want to be alone." She said putting her forehead on the table and just moved his hand to her scalp where he gently scratched.

"Of course Kobold." He said scratching the top of her head humming softly.

Oh yes he had been a voyeur of her texts but he was a snoop heading onto websites she said not to and seeing things he wasn't expecting really... but he was pleased to know that he fit into a definition of something she liked.

[matchalovertrait]

➯ Simblr question (not of the day hihi):

↳ Do you have real life faceclaims for your OCs? Share them with us ❥ ҉ (If you dont have an OC, pick a sim you liked the most) feel free to ignore this ask if you dont want to reply for any motive ೃ ✦ ✧ ask round!

Omg hii!! This is a fun question lol.

I don't have any faceclaims for my OCs. I just have an idea of how I want them to look like, as well as certain features I would like them to have.

I think Noemí was directly replicated from the image I had in my brain. The main things I wanted were for her to wear glasses, have straight hair, and not have a small button-nose. I also wanted her to have a more innocent-looking appearance. I love how she came out! Fun Fact: I did want at least one of the kids to wear glasses too, but the optometrist said their vision was perfect!

Erick (Lewis Carpenter??????? Who tf??) was a townie that I gave a makeover to when Noemí matched with him on the dating app, lol. The main things I wanted for him were wavy hair and downturned eyes. He already had the blond hair, I just kept it like that. I think he also had blue eyes but I changed them to a lighter brown cuz I thought they suited him more.

[sevensdeadly-if]

So it’s me.

Corn chip paper clip chihuahua anon.

And it turns out there was an elusive third option called multitasking, which I should’ve realized was possible because I am too adhd.

So honestly, first run belongs to Zarola, always, it’s the law™️ (then Seraphina, then Nero, he covered his face in embarrassment and I have to make him do it again)

And honestly everytime she did something, my corn chip activated like a secret government microchip. She deserves to get hand fed but only after mc chomps on her a bit (a reward for dealing with my mc’s absolutely uncultured ass). The orange eye glow of past mc in the memories and the way Zarola very blatantly told Seraphina to back off when she was flirting in combination with a past react where you told us that Zarola has only really had flings is making me froth at the mouth at the possible implications (maybe I need to see if I'm up to date on my vaccinations, hmm…).

As for the our resident tinker bells:

Titania is such a spoiled brat/mean girl that I was honestly cackling, everytime Mab lost her cool (heh) I was cheering her on, I absolutely believe they should put them in a cage match. She gives the vibes of someone who is deeply insecure because she can’t figure out how to learn from failure, instead she’s just kind of haunted by it, which I mean sucks to experience, but couldn’t have happened to a better person, hah! Times where perfectionism and narcissism stall any attempt at character growth. she's over here making deal to avenge her own pride (which she obviously is starting to think may not have been the best idea) while also ignoring the fact that she's also actively sacrificing it to achieve whatever nebulous goal she has.

Oberon honestly aged me. Bruh, over here acting like he’s not legally obligated to grey morals and loop holes, over here sounding like a hall monitor, following the rules. Let Mab fighhhhttttt. Don’t get me wrong, not a bad character, and I actually think this makes him a stronger character, but what a poopy pants. He gives old money, distant dad, the world isn’t what it used to be vibes. Someone fetch this man a real paper newspaper and pretend the internet never came into existence, stat. Or better yet, someone clear his schedule for the day and send him to his rich country club dog park.

Morrigan was… interesting. I say this because who’s to know who this tricker really is. Like, their personality is mostly reactionary, they like to provoke people and it’s clear. I like that certain truths seem to float just under that surface, they seem to have true affection for Mab, rather than a desire to keep the peace, and they don’t so much hide their attempts to ground her so much so that they seem to almost disguise them with a different truth, that they like strong personalities. It makes an interesting contrast to the moment when Oberon basically tells Titania to shut it. If not affection, Morrigan seems to actually have quite a bit of respect for Mab. I kind of ship them tbh, but that might just be because they’ve only really given her true engagement that wasn’t really inflammatory in some way or another. Everyone else kind of seems to just get a running commentary, almost small talk about of ribbing.

Mab honestly probably my favorite of these four. She gives haughty but she does it well, like she earned that. I like this step away from subtle or slippery speech, she doesn’t beat around the bush and as Winter I think it’s well suited. She seems to be someone who will let you know more often than not where you stand with her, and it creates a very delicious contrast with the rest of the court. And her not seeming to ever brush Morrigan’s touch off absolutely fed my delusions (they should smooch, loopy rogue x ice queen is an immaculate pairing for a reason). I also like for all her refined stiffness, she seems to have the most hair trigger temper, which feels like another winter manifestation that is feeding me (it’s also one of the things feeding my Mab x Morri ship. Like she’s wild, and Morrigan has to like that, it’d be impossible. Also they call her Mabby and she doesn’t even blink, doesn’t even seem to get irritated if I’m remembering correctly. Im honestly about to be their wingperson at this rate).

🤣I absolutely love everything about this message! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much! I hope you enjoy the future characters as well! I will say I don’t remember a corn chip anon you might have to refresh my memory!

[lostonehero]

Tma x Malevolent

Enter Sasha, Gertrude and Gerry

*Sasha came back a year earlier than the boys

Also Arthur finally realizes he's in the future

"This was a horrible idea." Martin stared at the table they were placed at separated from Kayne, his father.

"It wasn't really an idea, just something he took and basically ran with it." Tim trails off as he places his head on the table.

"I.... why did they assume I'm your guardian?" Arthur blinks.

"Because you're the second adult with us." Danny states as a fact.

"That shouldn't mean... Kayne is another man, and you are children, isn't it a bit queer they assume I am a caretaker?" Arthur frowns.

Tim and Danny exchange glances, then look to Jon, and then finally, Martin.

Jon raised his brow. "Um, what year is it from where you're from?"

Arthur sighs and raises his brow himself co fusion on his features. "It's 1938, and I understand that this is Britain, which explains the different laws and such, and even the different sounds."

"Arthur, the children are staring at you with a blank expression."

Danny speaks up first. "Dude, it's like 2003."

"Excuse me?" Arthur blinks words slowly creeping into his reality.

"I just thought he was an academic." Martin motions to his clothing choice.

"You didn't ask your father?" Jon stops. "Right, stupid question."

"Fuck how did we even think his statement would be taken seriously, he probably has lead poisoning." Tim huff.

"I think people already knew not to eat lead back then." Martin pauses. "Sorry, Arthur."

"I assumed it was at least the 40s, maybe even the 50s, since you mentioned time." Arthur groans.

Tim sucks in a breath. "Yeah, we probably shouldn't have played this as if we were on a timer."

"Oh, the receptionists and Mr. Bouchard probably assumed you and Kayne were life partners." Danny hums. "That's probably why they thought we all were your kids."

Tim snorts. "Fuck I totally forgot about that."

"What she assumed we are married? That's legal and not a criminal offense?" Arthur looked bewildered.

"Well, it's not legal for another decade, but it's not hated nor shunned in most popular circles. You won't be arrested for being with another man." Jon paused. "Considering the time period, you probably wouldn't be helpful for your insight.... no offense."

"That's harsh." Danny frowns.

Martin goes to speak but is interrupted.

"Tim?" A female voice gasps. "You came back too?"

Tim picks up his head from the table. "Sasha?"

"In the flesh and not replaced." Sasha laughs and pauses. "Martin, and Jon, you came back too?"

"A teen girl with frizzy curly hair and coffee colored skin with thick square glasses has approached our table. An older white woman with glasses stands behind her along with a man with black hair, but it seems to be blonde at the roots."

"Sasha!" Jon got a wide smile. He paused. "I'm glad you're here."

Martin could feel a buzz he ignored and was about to say something when a cold hand is placed on his shoulder.

"Bow, don't get too excited, Martin. Friends are great to have and to see." A white hair man smiles, looking down at Martin his eyes flashed red.

"O-oh, did your interview go well?" Martin pulled his gaze away from the odd looks from the new group.

A man with slick back hair and a smile and gray eyes comes from behind Kayne. "Oh, I say your father did quite well and will be well suited for the archives, and it's great that you're about Gertrude. Kayne, here will be your new assistant, so you don't have to ask children for assistance."

"I look forward to working with you." Kayne smiles.

The air around everyone got a few degrees colder.

Gertrude seemed to force a smile. "Thank you, Elias. I shall show him around and the children since they seem interested to learn."

Elias smiles back. "Of course, it's good for children to take interest in their parent's work." He turns and walks away.

Kayne smiles and speaks when Elias is out of earshot. "Martin is wearing shoes a requirement for work?"

"It's a requirement for dealing with the public." Martin sighs and covers his face.

"That is quite an annoyance." Kayne huffs.

"So Elias has hired one of the sp-" Gertrude cannot finish her sentence as her voice vanishes.

"Nu uh." Kayne's smile twists into a manic one. "I am not to be compared to lesser gods or mortals following a pied piper."

Wide eyes stare back at Kayne before Martin sighs. "Give Gertrude her voice back, dad."

Kayne huffs and snaps. "Only because you called be dad kiddo."

"What are you?" Gertrude's eyes flash a neon green before anyone could speak or warn her.

Kayne's smile drops. "Now that's just rude. It's more rude than the staring thing, honestly. I played along with the interview, but you, you are getting on my nerves."

"Damn, I thought it would take longer to piss him off." Tim slumps back in his chair.

Kayne pauses and smiles. "Oh, I really like you. You have such interesting friends, Martin."

"Still a bit concerning a God of Madness likes you, Tim. You really need therapy." Danny kicks at Tim's feet.

"It's too late for that." Tim sighs.

......

Sasha clears her throat as they sit in the tunnels. "So to sun this up, Kayne is your father Martin, and is a God. Arthur has a fragment of the King in Yellow, which takes his eyes and sees for him, which is another elder one, and the apocalypse happened." She groans into her hands, then looks back up and pauses. "Wait, where did Martin and Tim go?"

"Damn, I was not paying attention." Kayne says before vanishing.

John groans. "This is going poorly."

Arthur sighs. "When do things ever go right?"

......

Tim held onto Martin's hand like a lifeline as they appeared in an ancient impossiblely built city.

Martin coughs and gasps. "Fuck. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what happened. I... i..."

Tim pulls Martin closer. "Dude, you literally have god powers and have no idea how to use or control them. Apologize when you understand what you did."

Martin swallows and nods, holding Tim close. "I uh... I don't know where we are."

"The Dreamlands!" Kayne appears behind them.

Martin curses and Tim jumps.

"Impressive on its own, you got here, but you brought a guest with you too." Kayne floats around them, tapping his lips for a moment. "We should visit the King while we're here, I'm sure he would love some guests."

Martin doesn't have a choice as they are wisked off to a palace. Impossible creatures he somehow knew were dancers lined the yellow throne as a creature cloaked in yellow sat? In the golden throne

Tim stared wide-eyed at the opposing figure. "Is that the actual King in Yellow?"

"Ooo, correct!" Kayne chuckles. "I really like you, human."

Tim grimaced as the king turned almostly lazily to focus on his new guests.

"You've rebuilt." Kayne appears next to the opposing impossible figure.

The King in Yellow waved a hand, and the dancers fled. His voice was like a whisper, but booming. "Have you've come to gloat?"

"No, but... OH! OH! OH! I do have a deal for you." Kayne gasps, returning back to Martin's side, then walks next to Tim. "How do you feel about helping us out? You seem to be affected by these fear gods, as I was."

"Why would I play your game?" Yellow leaned forward in his throne.

"Oh, for one, look, I have my own little prodigy. He got here all on his own by accident and brought a human. I'm very proud of him. He even has his very own name, Martin. Isn't that something?" Kayne laughs, grabbing Tim and appears next to Yellow, covering Tim's eyes. "Want to return? Want to help? You seem to be bored, and that's no fun."

"Shielding the mortals eyes won't save him from me." Yellow motions with his hand. "However, I suppose you've caught my interest. I've healed from our last encounter, and I no longer need that missing piece of myself."

"Oh, but Arthur darling has already put hooks into you. Curiosity eats at you to figure out what changed that former piece of you." Kayne leans closer. "How about another chance, another human? Of course, my rules."

Yellow let's out an inhumane grumble. "A child?"

"Oh come now, Yellow. Where's your sense of adventure?" Kayne knew he already won.

"What's the catch?" The king looked down at Martin, who managed to climb his throne.

"Kayne, what are you doing?" Martin knew Tim was too scared to speak.

"Keeping your interesting friend safe." Kayne hums. "What do you say? You both will share everything, and I mean share everything but thoughts and emotions."

Tim couldn't speak his voice was lost to him.

Yellow tilted his head. "I want my power."

"Oh, I could arrange something. This human will be domatinate since it is his body, but your sharing will change things in time. You'll have your power here and in the mortal plane." Kayne smiles with too many sharp teeth. "Althought if you accept there will never be a separation for you, this mortal will be a replacement for that John sized hole in ya you claim is fixed."

"D-" Martin can't finish his yelp as everything goes black when he is interrupted by the king.

"I accept."

.......

"Now I had to change things around Martin, but don't worry, they still have their memories minus me, of course." Kayne laughs. "Think of this as a clean slate. We can't do anything while you youngsters have growing to do in mortal eyes. School begins on Monday, and it would be wise not to be late. Don't worry. I'll handle keeping everyone safe and away from the dangers of these new gods."

Martin stumbles back. He was back in their apartment. "W-what?"

"Just a little rearrangement, and don't worry Arthur and John are still here. I'll fill them in while you rest." Kayne pushes Martin back to his room before he can understand what was happening. "Sleep well, my baby boy, if you can."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi!! I've already asked for a Pedro pascal and stranger things matchup before and I was wondering if I could request one again? I'm going through a harry potter brainrot and I was wondering if I could please get a romantic and platonic ship for both eras? Feel free to ignore this though!

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! My love languages are acts of service (giving) quality time and physical touch (recieveing)

Thank you very much!! I adore your writing sm <3

Hi! Welcome back! Thank you for requesting another matchup! I hope you enjoy this one! Also thank you! <3333

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Harry Potter -

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Marauders Era;

(Platonic) -

Remus Lupin:

🐾 You met Remus in the library of Hogwarts when you were studying for your Potions quiz coming up, and low and behold, Remus saunters in, finding the book he needed in an instant before realizing there were no other open tables... Guess where he decided to sit? With you; With hushed voices, Remus asked to sit at your table and you said yes, and that was the day you and Remus became friends

🐾 It took you a little bit to warm up to him, but you could see that he was similar to you in the fact that he was a bit introverted as well, and he loved books, a win for you; now you had someone to rant to about the newest book you've read

🐾 Remus is actually very glad that you are his friend, you were more sane than Peter, James, and Sirius, so he finally had someone to talk to that wasn't going to promptly ignore him; though he loved his friends and just knew that going to James and Sirius about homework wasn't the best idea

🐾 Aside from reading and studying, you and Remus would go on little adventures around the castle or Hogsmeade, just talking about anything and everything; it was nice to have someone understand you, and also like your style, it was easy for Remus to find you gifts for your birthday since he wore blazers and sweaters practically all the time

🐾 You two are the best of friends, always there for one another, for school or for furry problems; even with the occasional joking around and having fun, Remus was glad to have you as his friend, you you felt totally the same

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Marauders Era;

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Sirius Black:

🐺 You met Sirius through your friend, Remus, it was obvious of course, you were friends with one Marauder, it was only time before you met and became friends with the other three; and a bit... more friendly with a certain Padfoot, not your fault really, he was gorgeous and how could you saw no to that face

🐺 Yep, three weeks after getting to know you a bit and helping you out of your shell, Sirius asked you out, but you knew about his rep with the ladies, so you, (sadly), turned him down; but Sirius was a man of his word and he promised to himself that he'd show you that he was... We... Serious, he really liked you and really wanted to get to know you more

🐺 James liked to tease him about you, "Sirius is whipped", he say, "Mate's been staring at her all day!" Only after James, Peter, and Remus came to you and begged that you put Sirius out of his misery did you agree to go on that date; and you were so glad you did, Sirius was whipped, and your hopeless romantic self was loving it

🐺 Sirius was being all sweet, holding the doors open for you, listening to you, and even asking questions; even during your relationship with the man, he kept being adorable, and sweet, and perfect to the point you thought you were going to explode with awe and admiration

🐺 You didn't know that you were in it bad until Sirius wrote an entire poem for you, even with a slight bit of help from Remus, the poem was beautiful and you knew that you were going to marry the man; Sirius was on the same page, he'd do anything and everything for you, no more casanova Sirius, Sirius was serious about you

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Lightning Era;

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Neville Longbottom:

🍀 You met Neville when he was a first year and you were a fifth year, you actually helped him find his toad, Trevor; Neville was ridiculously shy and you were pretty shy too, so talking and making conversation went at a snail's pace, but by the end you found out that Neville loved plants and he found out that you loved reading and poetry

🍀 Since the year gap, you didn't see Neville that often, but during the times you did see each other, you both had a great time; if you shared the same house, you'd both read by the fire together or talk about your favorite hobbies and interests

🍀 As the years went on, you helped Neville overcome some of his shyness, help him gain come courage, and help him if Draco Malfoy said anything terrible to him; Neville on his end, helped you overcome your own shyness, helped you with your courage if you were feeling a bit out of it, always paying you back for mentoring him though his years at the school

🍀 Neville is the sweetest and is always there if you need him, if you need him, he'd drop anything just to make sure you were alright, (he won't drop plants, if he's holding them, he'd gently set them down before going off to find you)

🍀 You helped Neville, the same with him, you would always be there if he needed you; you even helped Neville ask Ginny out to the Yule Ball, and Neville was always grateful, you were a great mentor and friend, and for a graduation gift, Neville got you a nice plant

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Lightning Era;

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Charlie Weasley: (Fancast: Sam Heughan)

🐲 You actually met Charlie after Hogwarts, though you both knew about each other's existence in school, and let me just say, you had a schoolgirl crush on him in your fourth year; Charlie didn't really mind you, he had never met you and only heard about you from Ron and his friends

🐲 Though, after you graduated, you were selected to go to Romania to work at one of the Dragon Sanctuaries, it turns out that reading up on dragons and getting all O's on your Care of Magical Creatures was a fast-pass to working with those fire-breathers; and that was when you got to meet the infamous Charlie Weasley

🐲 You actually thought your crush on him was gone, but nope! Yes, there was a bit of an age gap, only a couple of years, but that didn't stop you from daydreaming about him asking out out; and that dream would later come true, even though Charlie was a real dragons man and said he'd never date or marry anyone, he was lying... He'd date and marry you

🐲 It took a bit of time for Charlie to warm up to you, (and vise versa), he was used to more... Scaly friends with cold blood, you were the opposite of that, a human being with thoughts, feelings, used words, (and had warm blood); Charlie was worried that if he tried to start anything with you, he'd mess it all up and you'd hate him; the exact opposite ended up happening

🐲 One day, after taking care of some dragons, you and Charlie decided to hang out, talking about true crime, books, and well... Dragons as you took a walk through the nearby woods; It was that day, a whole year into working together, that Charlie asked you out on a date, and of course, you said yes

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[felixcloud6288]

Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 42

An unstoppable rage meets an indomitable awkwardness.

This should be the point in the story where any new reader should realize Hohenheim is not Father. He is way too socially awkward to be able to pull off some grand shadow conspiracy.

Hohenheim tried to start a catch-up conversation with Ed only to pull off the best "Ed is short" jokes in the series by accident. Then he decides to go back to mourning Trisha's death and ignoring Ed yelling at him. Then he tries to make small-talk about his and Ed's hair, only for Ed to growl at him. And Hohenheim says Ed is just like him when he was young.

When he asks why Ed burned down his house, Ed says it was a symbol of his resolve. Hohenheim said he was just running away from his mistakes.

When Hohenheim asks Pinako about whether Ed and Al actually transmuted Trisha, he mentions the hair color and we get a shot of the image that's always been used.

Every time that shot appears, it has a darkened filter over it so the hair color could be influenced by it. But in chapter 6, we have a panel of Trisha under the same filter, and even with that filter, her hair is lighter than the hair from Ed and Al's transmutation.

As he and Pinako were talking about that, Hohenheim's eyes turned toward Ed's room. Perhaps he was hoping Ed was listening. Hohenheim doesn't know how to comfort or scold or do anything a father might be expected to do. But he was able to tell that Ed wasn't seeing things from the right perspective and isn't fully accepting reality. He wants Ed to know that running from his mistakes won't help and in fact, he might find the answers he needs by facing them.

When Hohenheim leaves the next day, Pinako tells him to come back for a home-cooked meal, which is what she told Ed and Al in chapter 9. And just like Ed, Hohenheim kept his back to her as he waved goodbye.

Also, the alcohol he and Pinako were drinking is a different brand from Stray Dog. None of the pictures give a brand name, but they have pictures of cows.

In Central we get some Xing lore and learn Lan Fan calling Lin "prince" isn't just some title.

The Xing royal succession process sounds like an absolutely messy ordeal. If the Emperor has an heir from every clan, what's stopping them from just choosing the heir from their same clan to be their successor. Like, if the current Emperor was from the Yao clan, wouldn't he likely favor them over the others and try to make Lin emperor? Lin says he wants to acquire the secret to immortality to raise his clan's status and then he'll seize the throne on his own. So the inheritance process is probably a very political and potentially very bloody affair.

Lan Fan mentioned there are 24 princes and 19 princesses giving us 43 heirs. But there are 50 clans, meaning 7 clans either never conceived an heir or they died or were killed.

Ed needs to hurry back to Central. Lin's trying to steal his girlfriend mechanic.

This line implies Cinderella is an existing fairy-tale in the FMA world. I bet the Fairy God Mother is an Alchemist in this version.

Lin started following Ed and Al because he could tell Al was an empty suit of armor. He probably noticed the same thing about Barry as well which is why he insisted on hanging out with him. Alphonse laughs at the idea he could be immortal.

At the clinic, Roy meets the doctor who performed the autopsy. His name is Dr. Knox. Roy mentions that picture on the back of the newspaper in chapter 35. it refers to a fire in a military factory. Roy expected Dr. Knox to be on the case as a result. So what would have happened if Roy couldn't be certain who would be the coroner? Would he have gone through with the heist as is and hope for the best?

Dr Knox criticizing how Mustang handled the dummy is really dark. They haven't seen each other since Ishbal and Knox gained his medical expertise from studying the bodies Roy burned. At some point, Dr Knox became so desensitized to all the burned corpses he handled that he started getting annoyed at how sloppy Roy's work could get.

We can see Breda's notebook on Roy's lap in one panel so Breda delivered his report before visiting Havoc.

Breda suggests getting Dr. Marcoh's help since they know where he lives. But Envy and Gluttony show up just before that happens and take him and his stone away. Envy disguising themself as Breda is too on the nose. They knew Breda was going to visit Marcoh and pretty much used Breda as a disguise as a taunt. They even destroyed all Marcoh's supplies to make it look like a more violent scuffle than it actually was.

So here's my guess on a few things. The Homunculi know that Ed and Armstrong know about Marcoh. They also likely have a record of the two of them traveling to Resembool a few days after Breda. So they likely concluded they exchanged information, including Marcoh's location. Then Roy approves Breda taking an extended vacation so Envy and Gluttony decide they need to capture Marcoh before Roy can contact him.

Also, the bloodstain from when Marcoh stabbed Lust is still there, so it seems blood remains even when the rest of the homunculus's body turns to dust.

And to conclude this chapter, I want to talk about chronology. This and the next few chapters are a little iffy about it. I'll define the start of day 1 as when Armstrong and Breda part ways with Ed.

On Day 1, Armstrong and Breda head back to Central. Ed meets Hohenheim, and Hohenheim brings up the possibility Ed didn't resurrect his mother.

On Day 2, Hohenheim leaves. Roy talks with Dr. Knox, and Breda suggests finding Dr. Marcoh to fix Havoc's legs.

Al, Winry, and Lin's conversation could potentially have been either day. Meanwhile, Envy could have kidnapped Marcoh on Day 2 or the next day depending on travel time and when Breda left. The person who spoke to Breda said Envy-Breda met Marcoh a little while ago so those were same day.

There's always a possibility Breda went to meet Marcoh early in the day. It's a bit of a stretch though because the route to Marcoh's village presumably has to go through East City.

I'll add more detail over the next few chapters, but this isn't anything very problematic. There's just a few chapters that take place over 3-4 days and some scenes might not necessarily have occurred after the previous scene.

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Spoiler Discussion

Hohenheim is several hundreds years old. To him, 10 years is nothing. So he probably can't fully grasp why Ed is so angry with him.

After the destruction of Cselkcess, Hohenheim fled West while Father headed East. While I wouldn't blame him for being tricked, he did run away from what happened. He knew what happened and decided to run away instead of confronting Father.

Centuries later, Hohenheim came to Amestris and started a family and sought a way to become mortal so he could grow old and die with them.

Then he realized what Father was doing and realized he can't run away anymore. Not stopping Father after Cselkcess's destruction was a mistake that he'd been running away from by starting a family.

Hohenheim was forced to leave his family so he could fix his mistakes, because ignoring them will put his beloved family in danger. He probably has added Ed and Al's situation to the list of his sins just like how they blame themselves for Hughes's death.