#(one she immensely regrets and is embarrassed by)

[headfullof-ideas]

Fontaine and Ant meet their future partners in…very different ways

Fontaine and Nate meet during a festival at the coastal village he lives at, on an island not a days trip from the Aronnax’s base and where a number of the Nektons family friends also happen to live, leading to frequent visits.

Meanwhile, Ant and Kari meet at the college Kari’s dad works at, and where a number of the Nektons interns attend for school.

Their first meeting with one another is…about as chaotic as the pair of them are together, and not off to the same start as Fontaine and Nate’s was. And due to Kari’s dad being one of the (if less liked) scientists stationed at the Aronnax’s base that works for the WOA, and Kari spending her summers at the college he does his research at, they have a fair number more interactions than either of them want at first.

[sixosix]

UR EVENT IS SO CUTE !! n u already know who im requesting for whehwhw

shinsou, chemistry textbook (sorry), fluff

CONGRATS AGAIN u deserve 5k more 💗💗💗

a/n hi kei THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YUO and i knew this was coming, i could smell it miles away. the moment you sent an ask i was already bracing myself for the word hitoshi...

notes 1.2k words, WARNING CURSING,  everything is normal and hitoshi is peacefully  in 1-A au, bit of crack i fear, but fluff nonetheless

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It was study night.

Unsurprisingly, Midoriya was the first to sit on the couch, textbook and pen in hand. No one could ever dream of beating Midoriya Izuku—not even Iida or Yaoyorozu, who was pretty normal about intense studying habits. Everyone else followed after him, and soon enough, the common room began to get crowded. Bakugou was fuming, with sparks coming from his palms as he yelled at his friends, were you even listening to class?! while Mina and Sero howled with laughter, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their best, and Midoriya was waving his hands, spluttering, calm down, Kacchan! You’re disturbing the others! Promptly followed by a drawn out: HAAA? It was a miracle they even got Bakugou Katsuki to tutor them.

And it was fun. It was lively, and you felt at home, but someone was missing, and you noticed his absence right away.

You hesitated. Shinsou was fairly new in the class—and although he adjusted well considering the class welcomed him with open arms, he was still a little distanced. You wanted to close the distance. Hitoshi seemed like a nice guy, just a little shy. (“You just think he’s cute, don’t you?” Imaginary Uraraka whispered in your ear, all leery and uncomfortably hitting too close.)

You slipped away from the class, and you were really hoping you were as stealthy as you thought, but Uraraka’s eyes seemed to have snapped to yours like she was starring in a horror movie. You froze.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked sweetly. You regretted telling her about your crush every time shit like this happened.

“I forgot my pen,” you said, then dashed off before Iida or Midoriya could offer theirs.

Your room was on the same floor as Shinsou’s—the fourth floor, by the far corner; his was beside Bakugou’s, while yours was beside Mina’s. Your rooms were technically—almost—across from each other.

But as you reached the fourth floor, you hesitated. Would it seem creepy if you went to fetch him? You didn’t want to come off as eager, but you also didn’t want to act disinterested. Augh. This was too complicated. Having a crush was too complicated.

Running on frustration, you took this as an opportunity to man the fuck up and knock on his door. Knock, knock. You instantly flamed in embarrassment.

There was a bit of clanging from inside, as if not expecting anyone to have checked up on him—which was a reasonable deduction. You might have been pushing too hard.

The door slowly inched open and revealed Shinsou, with his brows furrowed and lips pulled downward before it morphed into surprise as you waved sheepishly.

“Y/N,” he said, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he knew your name—everyone introduced themselves to him, and he isn’t super fresh to your faces—but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your name in his… gorgeously low voice.

“Hey,” you said, then felt immensely pathetic. Seriously? Hey? In response to that? The only appropriate response was to swoon and faint on his chest. “I—uh, we were wondering if you wanted to join study night, in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” He blinked, then looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I know about that. Uh, I was looking for my textbook. I couldn’t find it…”

“Ohh,” you said, like the perfect conversationalist you were. “I can let you borrow mine. If you want, I mean.”

And in classic Y/N fashion, you began to think. What if you missed something? What if looking for his textbook was his excuse not to join? What if you inadvertently pressured him into joining?

“Ah, really?” And then Shinsou smiled, and angels started singing. It was only a quirk on one side, but it was there. It was there, and it was goddamn beautiful. “Thanks.”

“N-No problem,” you said weakly, a deflated balloon.

You moved backward like you were hypnotized as Shinsou stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He was tall, but something else about his presence seemed bigger about him. You silently thanked Eraserhead for training Shinsou.

Shinsou scratched the back of his nape and asked, “Should we go, then?”

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

When the elevator dinged, the class turned and greeted you and Shinsou, even when you were already there before. Uraraka was quick as ever; she was grinning wide like a mother too excited to encourage her children to interact with their peers. You glared at her when Shinsou’s eyes curiously slipped to where you were staring. Then everyone turned back to mind their business; whether it was mercy on your humiliation or politeness for Shinsou’s shyness, you were just grateful.

But there was a problem.

Shinsou realized it at the same time as you, too. There was no space left where the class had gathered: the long row of tables and chairs. You could’ve sworn you had a seat beside Todoroki Shouto, but it was not there anymore.

Shinsou craned his neck and gestured at a suspiciously empty green loveseat by the corner. “We should just sit over there?”

“Yes,” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound too delighted. “Yes, uh, you’re right. Which textbook were you looking for?”

“My Chemistry one was missing.” Oh, Chemistry, for once a blessing to your life.

With a skip in your step, you walked to the table and returned to where Shinsou was waiting patiently. This was wonderful. You were on cloud nine. You sat beside Shinsou, with a bit of distance out of respect, but distance didn’t matter when it was just you and him in this corner.

“Thank you,” Shinsou murmured—ohhh, he murmured; how is it possible for a teenage boy to have his voice get that low?—and settled in his seat, fingers thumbing your textbook open. He still looked a little tense, but you were really hoping it was not because of you.

“No problem,” you said, beaming up at him. You pulled out your English textbook because you didn’t want to seem lazy in front of him. “If you have questions about the quiz, you can ask me!”

Shinsou cocked a brow and tilted his head. “You understand this?”

He gestured at the equations printed by the far end of the pages. In truth, it made your head hurt and your eyes water just looking at the equation that most likely had the same length as a paragraph, but you knew nothing. If drawing Lewis Structures until your hand is cramped and you went cross-eyed and determining the molecular structure of liquids was your only ticket to talking with Shinsou, then—well… Chemistry was your favorite, now.

“Sure,” you said.

“I’ll be in your care, then,” Shinsou said lowly.

Ahh, so charming. You hoped your eyes weren’t in the shape of hearts.

While 1-A studied relentlessly—and violently, thanks to Bakugou—you and Shinsou were tucked in the corner, murmuring to each other about Thermodynamics and shit. He was a fast learner and cracked jokes at the right time. It felt like you had known him forever.

At some point, Shinsou drifted off and started talking about cats. You didn’t know how, either, but the lull of his voice made you hardly care. Then, at some point, your head ended up on Shinsou’s broad shoulder as you slept. You wouldn’t have seen it because you were off in dreamland and most likely dreaming about Shinsou, but Shinsou had smiled fondly and stayed there. He wondered if it would be too obvious if he borrowed another textbook tomorrow.

[inuyashaluver]

edits - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your wife catches you watching edits of her when she’s asleep

warnings: suggestive, swearing

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you and your wife, leah grew up together. you went from childhood friends, meeting at the arsenal youth groups to lovers in a short amount of time, starting your romantic relationship at just 16 and her 17. you both got called up for the lioness senior team and continued both of your die hard arsenal lifestyle by playing in the club together.

you both have an immense amount of love and passion for each other. you both knew each other like the back of your hands, always there for one another emotionally and physically.

both of you were together all the time, seeing each other everyday, people truly wondered how you both didn’t get sick of each other. you and leah loved nothing more than to just be together, even if it was doing nothing.

it was national camp, meaning you and leah along with the lionesses were travelling around the world. training was gruelling, everyone was absolutely exhausted, this included your wife, the captain.

you had made it back to the hotel room, leah fast asleep next to you. she lay on her stomach with her arm resting on your waist. you were lying on your side, facing her and smiling watching her lightly breathe out, her nose slightly twitching.

you couldn’t believe that the girl you had a crush on all your life was yours. you ran a hand through her soft hair, she lightly woke up to move and rest her head on your chest, you now flat on your back. she continued to rise and fall on your chest while you played with her hair.

now that you knew she was out cold, it was time to engage in your favourite bedtime activity. it was time to watch your wife’s edits on tiktok.

you had a dedicated folder called ‘literal wife’ to store all of your favourite edits of your favourite girl. it had over 1000 videos.

you looked down at her and pulled out your phone opening tiktok. you search up ‘leah williamson edits’ on tiktok and couldn’t help but grin excitedly. had you seen most of these? yes. have you saved all of them? yes. do you see her everyday? yes - no regrets, you thought.

every new edit you saw, you liked and saved. you didn’t have a burner account, you didn’t care that people saw you fangirling over your wife. you frequently commented on people’s edits, thanking them for their services.

while watching the edits, you giggled and smiled. covering your mouth so you didn’t wake up the girl on your chest with you watching videos of her.

you stumble upon a new edit you had never seen before, you watch it through once and drop your phone next to you. you put your hands over your face and groaned. you were completely flushed, this girl had such a huge effect on you and you were literally married to her and took her last name.

the noise woke leah up, the audio continues to play in the background. she hovers over you and takes in your appearance. you’re lying down with your face covered, your body hot.

“are you alright, baby? what’s wrong?” she speaks softly, voice imbued with sleep.

you shook your head, still covering your face. leah is really concerned, the audio in the back was distracting her from deciphering what was wrong with you so she flips your phone to turn it off.

that’s when she sees it, you’re repeatedly watching fan edits of her, and you’ve saved it. she pauses, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. she moves to straddle your waist, pausing the video.

she grabs your hands from your face and pinning them to your sides. your face was so red, you were embarrassed that she caught you doing this while she’s literally on top of you.

“my girl, you’re my little number one fan, aren’t you?”

you move your gaze from her gorgeous face, looking anywhere but at her.

“ah ah, eyes on me, baby” she grabs your chin and directs your eyes to her. you move your hands to lightly rest on her hips, still bright red.

“what’re you doing, love?” she shakes her head at you, still grinning at you cockily.

“nothing” you reply so quick, she laughs.

“there’s no point in hiding it, baby, I saw your phone.” she starts, “nothing to be ashamed of, baby” she coos

“how much did you see, williamson” you question,

“I saw you watching a little edit of me, mrs williamson, why have you got more up your sleeve?”

“psh, no, in your dreams!” you exclaim

leah took one look at you and knew you were lying. she darts forward and grabs your phone. you try to grab it off her but she pushes you into the bed with her hips, holding the phone above your head. there was no point now. she was extremely strong.

“oh my god” her eyes widened, “you’re joking!” her jaw hung open a little. your ‘literal wife’ folder was the only collection you had made on tiktok. it had so many videos, leah could not believe what she was seeing.

“baby” she breathes out, she looks at you with so much love at this moment, you had to cover your face again. she threw her head back in giggles, “stop it lee, I’m embarrassed” you muffled from behind your hands.

“if I could marry you again, right here right now I would” you peek at her through your hands,

“I’m so flattered right now, I don’t know what to say” leah was so shocked, one about how many videos you had saved and two how much she found this attractive.

you giggle at her, “really?” she nods her head frantically and you smile up at her. she moves down to place a searing kiss on your lips, whining into your mouth and moving her hands under your (her) shirt, grazing your warm skin. you move your hands in her hair again. both of you were frantic in the kiss, wanting to express all your emotions through actions.

she prodded her tongue at your bottom lip and you grant her access. your tongues now moving with each other completely in sync. everything so fluid, you both knew each other too well. the kiss progressed in a night of you and leah showing your appreciation for each other.

she collapses next to you. both of you completely breathless, she holds your hand tightly. “I love that we’re married and you fangirl over me while I’m asleep, want me to sign your boob or something?” she presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you giggle at her, “do you want to know a secret, williamson?”

“tell me, baby girl” she looks over at you. you slightly sit up, propped up on your elbow. both of you had extremely wide pupils and swollen lips.

“I watch them every night and every time we’re apart” you whisper at her, placing a kiss on her cheek.

she groans. “you’ve got a lot of nerve, williamson, telling me that and expecting me to be okay after it”

“says you, williamson! maybe if you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t have to do this, would I?”

“but you do” she winks,

“yeah, I do” you scrunch your nose at her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

the next night, you fell asleep first. leah did an absolute number on you last night, you were exhausted, training doing no you no favours. she smiled watching you sleeping on top of her. your roles reversed from the previous night. she traced shapes on your back as you cuddled into her chest.

she was bored. you had gone to bed so early and now she had nothing to do. suddenly an idea flashes in her head. edits. she quickly took out her phone and searched up ‘(y/n) williamson edits’, smiling uncontrollably. she completely understands your obsession. saving thousands to her own new little folder named ‘my wifey’.

this girl was you exactly, giggling and smiling at edits of you on her phone. you woke up at the sound, leah froze and looked down at you. you slightly move off her to look at her phone.

“well, well, well, mrs williamson, look who’s obsessed now.”

“baby, I won’t even lie, you’re so fucking hot I think I’m losing my mind. how the fuck did I pull you?” she groaned.

you sat up immediately, straddling her. déjà vu for both of you.

“are you fucking joking? how did I pull you? have you seen yourself? god! you could run me over with a car and I’d say thank you” she laughs, loudly, you look at her offended, how could she doubt herself to you.

“as much as we could argue about how we pulled each other, please let me show you my favourite edits of you” she pleaded, shamelessly smiling at you.

“only if I can show you mine”

“it’s a deal, williamson”

the night consisted of you showing each other your favourite edits of each other. fangirling over each other. later on, you search up ‘(y/n) and leah williamson’ watching edits of both of you and your long term relationship. both of you sharing laughs, tears and many, many kisses.

let’s just say, edits bring out the worst in both of you. the team making fun of you for your matching hickes. you’ll both need a lot of concealer.

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leahwilliamsonn: my girl has folders dedicated to me, I win @/yourname

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yourname: baby, you have one too sooooo I also win

↳ leahwilliamsonn: we want people to know, we love your edits of us and watch them. frequently.

↳ yourname: very. frequently. we thank you all for your services

↳ leahwilliamsonn: sincerely, the williamsons

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Tingyun x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, masturbation, heat cycle, strap-on, crying during sex.

Author's notes: I'm sorry for the anon who requested this, it took so long.

MDNI

Your eyes snap open when you feel heavy weight bearing down upon your body, you feel so sore and it's getting hard to breathe.

"Ah.. you're awake..." Your eyes widen at the sight of Tingyun naked while clinging onto your body tightly her fingers thrusting in and out of her own pussy, despite the pain coursing through your body due to waking up in such an uncomfortable position, you couldn't summon the strength to push her away, especially when she looks so vulnerable.

Tingyun spoke breathlessly, her face flushed with embarrassment and her breaths ragged. "I'm... sorry if I woke you," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Please... don't move away."

You nod in response, staying still like she asked you to while Tingyun keeps fingering and grinding her cunt against your now wet thigh while moaning into your ear. You can feel her hot breath tickling you.

"Please.. please help me.." Tingyun spoke again, but this time with her eyes full of tears.. she looks like in pain, it made your heart ache.

You couldn't help but feel the immense pain and suffering in Tingyun's voice. Despite your initial hesitation, you knew that she needed help—and not just any kind of help. She was in heat, a state where foxes experience an overwhelming sexual desire.

"Lie down, I'll take care of you..." You gave her a reassuring smile before taking a deep breath, you held her close, ignoring the fear that gripped your heart. Gently pushing her down the bed, spreading her legs open to reveal her soaked pussy, already dripping with anticipation for your touch. With one swift movement, you inserted two fingers into her tight, warm hole, filling her up completely.

"Like that... please, please don't stop..." Tingyun's body jolted at the intrusion, both from surprise and pleasure. Moans escaped her lips as you began to thrust your fingers in and out of her depths, finding her g-spot each time and rubbing it softly. Her musky scent filled the air around you, becoming almost overpowering as her arousal intensified.

Tingyun's body trembled under your touch, her whimpers and moans intermingling with her tears. She clutched at your shirt, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to hold onto something in the midst of the storm raging within her.

"It burns... I can't take it. Please do more!" Tingyun begged while whimpering like a helpless puppy. Her hips buckled forward, offering herself up completely to you. Her pussy gripped your fingers tightly, milking them for every drop of pleasure they could give her. Your free hand moved down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently before sliding between her legs to rub against her swollen clit.

"Good girl... just let go, I won't stop until you're satisfied." You spoke softly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. The tension built inside Tingyun until it felt like she would explode from the pressure alone. Finally, with a loud cry that seemed to echo through the room, she came undone—her walls contracting around your fingers, her hot cum spurting out over your hand and wrist. It was messy but so beautiful that you couldn't help but be caught up in the moment yourself.

Tingyun's orgasm was so powerful that it seemed to go on forever. Her inner walls clamped down tightly around your fingers, refusing to let you pull away from the incredible sensation.

"Please...," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pulsing rhythm of her climax. "I need more." Tingyun wrapped her arms around you tightly as she sobbed, her tail wrapping around your arm. It was so cute but you also felt bad that she was in pain.

You understood that Tingyun needed more than just your fingers so you planted a soft kiss on her cheek before speaking. "Let me get ready. Wait for me, okay? I'll give you more." Tingyun gave you a nod as she reluctantly let go of your body.

After getting yourself ready, coming back with the biggest strap you have.. you found Tingyun touching herself while burying her face into your pillow, taking in your scent while mumbling your name repeatedly. Poor foxian, she must be needing you so bad...

When Tingyun noticed your presence, she immediately positioned herself. Spreading her legs wide as she tears up. "You're back...! please... I need you inside me." she opened her arms, begging you to come closer, which you did.

Stepping closer still, you positioned yourself between her parted thighs and slowly pushed forward into the waiting heat of her pussy. She arched her back off the bed slightly, taking more of your length inside her than before as she tried to alleviate some of the pressure building up within.

Her cunt gripped tightly around your strap, milking it for every last drop of pleasure it could give her. Your free hand found its way down to cup one of her perky breasts, pinching a nipple softly making Tingyun gasp and moan.

Her face lit up with pure joy as you began to pound into her, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Her moans and cries of pleasure echoed around you.

"It's so good..." Tingyun whispers in between her moans, wrapping her arms around your neck to run her fingers through your hair while her legs locked around you, pulling you closer still.

"It is.." You whispered back before leaning down to give her a deep and passionate kiss. Tingyun loved it when you kiss her while moving inside, after all. Her nails dug into your back lightly, drawing small lines of blood that only served to heighten both of your arousals even further. As Tingyun approached another orgasm, her breath hitched in her throat, each moan sounding almost like a sob from how intense it was for her.

"More... it burns inside me... please..." Tingyun sobbed as she held onto you as tight as she can while her body shook from the intense orgasm. Her voice was filled with pleading desperation as she begged for more, her body trembling violently beneath yours.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders painfully as she tried to hold on tight enough not to lose herself in this moment. Her hips buckled forward, meeting every thrust of yours.

As you continue to move in and out of her, you watched as Tingyun's face contorts with pleasure. She kept begging for you not to stop even as she already came over and over again. Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh while her limbs are around your body tightly, making it hard to move.

You wiped her tears away gently before kissing her forehead, the small gesture made Tingyun grip your strap inside even tighter, she must love you a lot...

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room once more, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo endlessly. The bed was already soaked with Tingyun's cum—a testament to just how many times you had brought her to orgasm.

You took her in every position imaginable: doggy style, missionary, cowgirl... each one sending another wave of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. Her cries and moans filled the air, muffled slightly by the pillows she bit down on in an attempt to stifle some of the noise.

As dawn started to break through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day, the waves of pleasure finally subsided and left Tingyun weak-kneed but satisfied, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "Are you okay?" you whispered softly against her skin.

She nodded, still catching her breath after such an intense experience. "Yes... thank you." Tingyun replied softly as she hugs your body, burying her face in your chest while nibbling on your breast, trying her best to stay awake just to show you her gratitude for helping her through her heat. After some more minutes of cuddling and praising Tingyun, she finally drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile.

[seniaasaysstuff]

BRAT; Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Itadori Reader. (Soulmate au)

This is a sukuna x fem itadori reader wip. I thought a soulmate au with sukuna possessing you would be an interesting idea haha. It has some cracky undertones.

Yuji is your twin brother but you ate the cursed finger instead.

Would you like to read more of it? Let me know!

Sukuna had been waiting his entire life for you, his soulmate. From the time he learned about soulmates, he was obsessed with the idea of meeting you.

He didn’t quite understand what the words on his wrist meant but he adored him. “Holy fuck you’re hot.” were illuminated on his wrist. He reasoned that maybe it was some other language. He always ran his fingers on the words, tracing them gently whenever he felt sad or angry. It was his only solace in this cruel world.

He didn’t care about the abuse he received from his parents nor did he care about how the villagers treated him.

You were the only thing on his mind. His mind was always wandering around thinking of you. He wondered about what you looked like, how you were doing, if you thought about him as much as he did.

He wished you would just come and save him from the hellish life he was living. He was at a point in his life where he was weak and he wasn’t able to do anything to protect himself.

He trained everyday on his techniques, worked on building muscles and just becoming strong. He got strong and eventually became the strongest sorcerer alive so that he could protect you.

He waited and waited and waited for you to show up one day. But you never showed up. Sukuna felt gutted. He was so filled with grief and sadness that he went mad.

He slaughtered numerous people. It didn’t matter who it was, men or women he killed them all. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He just wanted to meet you.

A time came when he had to be killed. His only regret was that he never got to meet you. His fingers became a cursed object and were sealed away.

In the 21 century, there you were. Itadori y/n, Yuji Itadori’s twin sister.

You were a bubbly child, always happy and just rambling all the time. It didn’t matter who it was, the moment someone talked to you? You went off on tangents about anything and everything. You had never-ending topics and facts and the urge to never shut up.

Your twin, Yuji, was constantly annoyed with your incessant talking but it was also one of the things that he loved about you.

When you found out about soulmates you were amazed by the notion of it. Someone that was going to love you no matter what.

The words written on your wrist were embarrassing and in some ways endearing to you.

The words “I finally found you huh? My brat.” adorned on your wrist. You figured your soulmate was quite a grumpy person that was like an old soul.

You daydreamed about your soulmate all the time. You wondered about what he was like. You eagerly wished to meet him.

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You and Yuji were on your way to the hospital. You both had brought a beautiful bouquet for your Grandpa Saitou. To others he may seem like a rude old man, he literally was but he was so much more than that. He was like your father. He had single-handedly raised you and yuji and loved you both immensely.

You walked inside the hospital room and rushed up to your grandpa Saitou and hugged him. “Grandpa! I missed you.”

Now Grandpa had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his son, Itadori Jin. Over the years he had fondly spoken about the similarities between you.

“I joined a club with Yuji today!” “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” your grandpa replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He was the only one alongside Yuji who loved hearing you talk.

“Yuji? Why am I hearing just now that you joined the occult club?” Grandpa now turned towards Yuji who was placing the flowers in the vase.

“Uh, you know how she is. I am not going to leave her alone.” Yuji shrugged. “This is why I love you yuji!” you fake cried. “Shut up.” He blushed. Grandpa cleared his throat.

“Yuji, you're a strong kid, take care of others, especially her.” Grandpa now turned over and looked at you. “You're the sweetest child and I am proud that I raised you both.”

“Grandpa-why are you saying this?” you stuttered.

“Both of you protect each other no matter what.” Grandpa Saitou spoke and turned over. That was the moment you knew he was dead.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Yuji called out.

“Yuji? Is- he de-ad?” your lip quivered. Yuji did not respond, it made you sob. Your legs felt weak and you dropped to the floor. Hot tears were streaming down your face.

Yuji scooped you in his arms and led you out of the hospital room. He sat you down on one of the chairs and let you cry on his shoulder. Yuji also had tears in his eyes, he didn't expect this. Neither of you did.

You were approached by an emo-looking boy with spiky hair. "Yuji Itadori, correct?" The person asked. “You're my soulmate?” Yuji asked, looking dumbfounded.

“This is crazy,” You mumbled. “I’m Fushiguro Megumi. It's nice to finally meet you. I’m from Jujutsu high school. Sorry, but there's no time." He said.

"The cursed object you have is extremely dangerous. Hand it over right away." Megumi spoke. “I don't want you to get hurt,” he added.

"Cursed object?" Itadori asked, confused. You moved to a more secluded area. "This, you have it right?" He asked as he pulled out his phone with a picture of the cursed object.

“Hm?" Itadori looked closer. “Yuji, isn't that the ugly-looking finger?” you questioned.

"Oh yeah! I found it. I don't mind giving it back, but my fellow club members have taken a liking to it." He spoke. "I’d at least like an explanation."

"The majority are the result of negative energy that flows out of people..." Megumi started. “And it's a very dangerous object. I can't risk you getting hurt or other people getting killed.'' Megumi spoke.

“I said that I don't mind it, you can have it.” Yuji handed him the box.“It’s empty? I was just following the taint clinging to the box?” Megumi mumbled.

“Yuji? Where is the finger?” He asked. “It's with our senpais. Actually, they were thinking of removing the talisman tonight.'' Megumi backed away.

“What? Is it bad?” You asked. “Bad? It's worse than bad, they're going to get killed.”

~time skip~

"I just need some cursed energy, right?" you rustled through your pocket and pulled out the finger, and ate it.

“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself?” Yuji yelled at you. “Well if it saves you then i’ll do everything in my power.” you smiled at yuji.

Your entire body convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could faintly hear yuji and his soulmate scream for you as you collapsed on the cold floor.

You woke up in a weird dark place that awfully looked like a shrine? And someone was sitting on the throne made up of bones.

You squinted your eyes, “Holy fuck you're hot.” You blurted out then squeaked.

The man chuckled, his voice sounded deep and velvety. “I finally found you huh? My brat.”

“YOU?!!” you shouted.

And just like that, you found your soulmate.

He snapped his fingers and you landed on his lap. “Wow, today is like a trainwreck,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Well first my grandpa died then my brother found his soulmate and then we heard that our senpais could die because of the old crusty finger so then I ate it and well then I passed out and then I found you?” you animatedly spoke. “Well where did you come from tho?” you asked.

He chuckled again. “I quote ‘The old crusty finger’ That was my finger from my old body that got sealed away.”

“Wait- does that mean you're inside of me?” You asked, feeling confused about the whole situation.

“That sounded so bad.” Sukuna groaned. “But yes I’m quite literally inside your body.”

“How does that even work? And how haven’t you shriveled up like a prune yet? Like you’re so old?” You were very confused.

“I have a good skincare routine.” Sukuna sniffed. You laughed.

“You know I imagined my soulmate to be a grumpy man with an old soul but you turned out to be a grumpy old man with an even older soul.” You giggled.

“I'm not that old, okay?” He grumbled. “How old are you again?” You questioned.

“I stopped counting after 300.” You burst into a fit of giggles.

“Does that mean you're a gilf? Like you're so old.” “Well, I tried to keep myself alive for you and what does gilf mean?” He inquired in confusion.

“Grandpa I’d like to fuck.” You snorted.

He groaned, “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. I’ve never had children so how can I be a grandpa?”

“Well, you have that aura.” You spoke, trying to muffle your laugh. “You cheeky brat.” Sukuna huffed.

[achaoticalien]

A Court of Deceit and Decay

Chapter Two- Nesta Archeron

“I will not go.” Nesta, even dragged across the Hewn City’s cold floors, did not regret her decision. The words spat in Rhysand’s face, a sneer on her own. He had simply turned to Morrigan and said, “Perhaps, Mor, we will go with your idea.”

After Nesta’s clear defiance, Feyre had simply cast her eyes down, shame and disgust wrinkled on her youthful face. Nesta had felt her gut sink into the lowest pits of her core, not even for how Morrigan barely hid her grin of pleasure at getting to order Cassian and Azriel to prepare to take Nesta to the Hewn City. But at Feyre’s face. How she didn’t have an ounce of so much as concern on her face. All of it, every inch of it, was just about how Nesta had embarrassed her. 

It filled her to the brim with such hot, heavy hatred, she didn’t even pull away when she felt large hands grip her arms and take her away. As Morrigan prepared to call for a gathering in the Hewn City. A public shaming. 

As she had been forcibly winnowed to the gates of the Hewn City. Cold frigid air whipping in her face from the outside. She turned to Morrigan, dressed in red and decorated with gold, she had a wild grin on her pretty face when she turned to Nesta. Giddy at the idea of getting too exact revenge for Nesta’s commentary on her dress, the Archeron sister supposed. 

“You enjoy this.” Nesta commented, voice as blank and numb as she felt. After the months of harassment from the entirety of the Inner Circle, she could honestly say, this was something she wasn’t surprised by. 

Morrigan smoothed over her expression with one of pity and sadness. Directing her eyes to Feyre, who looked back, Morrigan turned up the teary doe eyes, and the High Lady nodded, turning a sharp gaze to Nesta. For daring to upset her friend. 

Morrigan then leaned in, the perfect display of the humble, sympathetic ambassador. 

“Immensely.” She whispered, before standing straight up again, heels clicking as they entered the Hewn City. Masks on, the play began. 

She walked as best she could with much larger males pulling her along. She tripped and fell, they kept dragging her as per orders, Cassian let out a low scoff. Only Azriel turned an eye to her, lessening his grip, but turning away when she met his gaze. 

The Hewn City doors flung open with a bang, and she was brought before the throne. 

She hung her head, letting the numbness wash over her as her heartbeat picked up being in front of so many people. She hoped this would be over quickly. 

Nesta hoped she would feel nothing as she was thrown to her knees. 

But she did. It made her eyes snap up, like something in between her ribs had fluttered, had struck the nerve and caused electricity to snap up the side of her body. Quickly her eyes darted around. 

Then they landed on a moving shadow. 

Staring out from amongst the darkness of the corners, a pair of amber eyes gazed down on her. Widened, in the dim lighting, Nesta could make out an open mouth. Dressed in Night Court black, however golden jewellery rather than silver adored his ears and fingers. 

Eris, she thought. The male Azriel had choked for insulting Morrigan. 

Thinking back on that night, a tilt to her lips nearly escaped. 

She stared at him, at him and no one else. And he stared at her. Nothing else registered in her head. 

“After deeming yourself unworthy of serving amongst the Court, you are to stay within the restraints of the Hewn City. The Court of Nightmares will decide your place down here Until your High Lady has deemed you worthy of returning to the land above, you will serve as whatever you are appointed to.”

Nesta barely heard her own sentence, as the taste of ash and heat spread over her skin. A fire that spiked up in her gut. Bruising grips held her frail arms once more and she was being dragged out. 

The jeers suddenly hit her, they stabbed into her skin, into her body, like they were scarring her. It all felt real, like she had been snapped from a dream. As something seemed to tingle in the air, a trail that led back to a pair of flaming amber eyes. 

She managed to move her head as she began to pass the doors. And saw him there, their eyes locked once more, and something sparked, like wood catching alight. 

Nesta smelt smoke. 

Cassian and Azriel dropped her in a room, in a house she did not know.  A part of the cavernous tunnels. It looked like an office, hidden in the cracks of the Hewn City. 

Against her will, water peeked in her vision. She blinked them away as her vision became blurry. Looking up she saw Cassian, baring her fangs, she forced herself to her feet and dusted herself off. 

Cassian opened his mouth like he might try to say something, but ultimately, he just turned to Azriel and said, “Come on, Az, we have important work to do.”

It was to brush her aside. 

Important work, that isn’t you. He meant. 

Azriel nodded once, Cassian went out the door first, fists clenched but saying nothing else as his hulking frame disappeared into the darkness. 

Azriel, his hand caught the threshold, he sucked in a breath and looked over his shoulder, “You…

Nesta folded her arms neatly in front of her, as she tilted her head and watched him. 

“You could have just agreed.” He hissed, before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him. 

Nesta stared at the oak door, the hinges, the handle. She looked around. It was a large office. With a few chairs before a desk at the far side, walls lined with books of old, many of which were most likely older than her father. Possibly older than Rhysand. 

Would have been older than her father, she clarified in her own mind. 

She hummed. Taking in a breath, then another, then another shaking one. 

Nesta swallowed hard, she patted herself down. Trying to find something, anything, a distraction of any kind at all. 

The Archeron sister turned and saw a mirror. It was large and oval shaped, with a golden edging, real gold, pure and likely mined from before Rhysand was High lord. But Nesta did not focus on that. 

She stared at herself, at her dirty image. At the tattered cloak she wore, the thinness of her frame, the deep dark circles under her eyes, the oily slightly matted hair. And the points of her ears. 

She looked like back when they were in that cottage. Back in that weak body, back in those dirty clothes, back in that place that made sleeping, breathing, eating, thinking harder than it ever needed to be. 

Tears welled in her eyes. 

She became someone after that, when they were sent money, when they were given back their life originally taken from their father’s poor decisions. People knew her name, she was going to travel. She was going to finally see what a woman with money and a good name could do in this world. 

Now look at her, she lost everything again, and then some. 

Nesta shook. Tremors rippled through her body as tears on end poured from her eyes. She hugged herself as she fell hung over herself, falling to her knees. She cried and cried, putting a hand over her mouth as her wails became too loud to not be heard by outsiders. She sucked in harsh, short breaths that hurt her lungs and throat. A headache pounded, she felt herself go so weak. 

Everything was taken from her, stripped and destroyed. Her body was violated, broken, twisted and assaulted. Forced into something else. Tongue, teeth, eyes, all shredded, until there was nothing left to take. 

Those nights in taverns, out in clubs, it was high that reminded her of living. Reminded her body it was no longer destroyed, just different. 

But it embarrassed them. 

Nesta hugged herself tighter as her eyes squeezed closed, unable to stop herself from falling apart on the floor. 

The door creaked as it swung open. 

Netsa flung herself back, scrambling to stand, scrubbing her face with her hands, she tried to hide her face. But then her eyes caught onto the intruder. 

Amber. It bore into her. 

Eris stood there, face caught in an array of emotions. The shock of seeing her catching him completely off guard. 

He blinked multiple times, quickly closing his mouth, and bowing his head, “Lady Nesta.”

[cityzenshark]

Family | Chapter 24 - Hearts and Sparks

Homepage | Book One: Family | Book Two: Unity | Book Three: Belonging

Synopsis: The townspeople of Witwicky help the Maltos in return for saving their town.

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Robby is transferred to the ICU as his conditions worsens. The doctor finds his symptoms to be a combination of sepsis and something that seems to be energon poisoning but isn’t. After he leaves, Robby tearfully confesses to Dot how terrible he had been since moving to their new home and apologizes for putting the Terrans in danger and for lashing out at her. Dorothy hugs her son, crying herself, and forgives him. Robby wishes the cybersleeve to come off. Later, his old friends come to visit him, including Stevie. What Robby said to Stevie still hurts but Stevie hates to see him deathly ill even more. Robby apologizes to him, and the two old friends made up.

       At the town’s capitol building, Alex and Mo is invited by the town Elders to discuss if the town’s old legends are related to the Core, the Emberstone, and the cybersleeves so they might be able to help solve the family’s issues. Mo hesitates to tell, then the shaman reassures her by telling her about Witwicky’s Mountain Spirit and Her stonemen offspring. If the ‘stonemen’ had been previous Terrans, they are records of something similar to cybersleeves on their ancestors who had lived with them. Later, Alex and Mo exit the capitol building to find Mo’s friends and their families waiting for them with charity they had collected for the Malto’s.

“It’s the least we can do after you saved us from Grimlock. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen the Terrans before that evening.”

“...You’ve seen them before?”

“Yep! Since your first day of school here, actually.”

“What... Why didn’t any of you say anything?”

“You seem scared for them, Mo. We didn’t want to stress you out, so we decided to wait for you, Robby or Mr and Mrs Malto to say something.”

“The revelation could’ve been better...”

“Hey, Mo, it’s over and done. You and your family saved this town and now it’s time for us to help you.”

       Back home, the Terrans have separated counselling sessions with therapists.

Hashtag has hers by the waterfall. She talks about her trauma and worries how humanity would welcome after what she did in Philly city because – mind controlled or not — she’s still responsible for the damages. Nightshade has theirs at the edge of the cow paddock. They express how ashamed they feel from their lack of understanding to their siblings’ feelings even when the cyberlink was still intact yet hates it so much. Jawbreaker has his at Mrs Belle’s silo. He feels embarrassed to be afraid of his older Terran siblings and shares his guilt for triggering Grimlock’s PTSD. Thrash has his in the bunker. He expresses the burden he feels for not just being the big brother but also being the first of his kind in a world hurt by the senior Transformers-kind; how he wishes the Terrans to never be involved in fixing the Cybertronians’ mistakes.

Meanwhile Twitch has hers in the woods where she and Robby went Wak-Wak hunting. Twitch refuses to admit her wrongs as she tries to convince her therapist how her actions were right, while the latter is wrong and bad for disagreeing her. Her therapist shares his personal story where he let his anger get the better of him. His actions got an innocent bystander killed. While he was in the right that time, the bystander is a victim, and he will forever be responsible for their death. Twitch’s decision to help Bumblebee and Brawl herself was indeed right, but the price was not worth the city’s destruction or it being the world’s first impression on the Terrans. Worst, Hashtag’s innocence is now unbelievable for an unforeseeable future.

Realisation finally dawned on Twitch, followed by immense regret. She wails loudly. Alarmed by her cries, her Terran siblings rush to her. Twitch hugs Hashtag by her neck and sob “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, little sister!!” Though confused, Hashtag hugs her back and their brothers join in. The therapists give them some privacy, feeling relieved and glad for them.

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[wickedwitchofthesouth]

New gen Harry Potter headcanons because I'm waiting for my laundry to dry and I'm bored:

Astoria malfoy is from Japan, so scorpius is wasian but still somehow comes out with that malfoy-blonde hair and blue eyes colour pallet, despite still having very Japanese features just like his mother

Carmen and Marco zabini are twins. Carmen is the older one, and she's a total no-nonsense baddie. Marco, on the other hand, is the very embodiment of a golden retriever boy.

Carmen does Marcos hair because he's horrible at taking care of it, and she learned how to braid at the age of 7.

Albus thinks he looks nothing like Harry, and he actually prides himself on being his father's complete opposite [he's actually the only potter kid that looks like an exact carbon copy of Harry]

The potters speak urdu at home, James Lily and Albus call Harry Baba and ginny muma. I'd like to think Harry- After graduating, probably had a phase where he was immensely involved in learning about his desi heritage. I feel like he probably even travelled to Pakistan a couple of times to reconnect with his culture. But I also feel like he felt more like a third culture kid sort of connection to it. The UK was still his home, and he didn't think that would ever change. He still tried, though. He learned the language and tried to teach it to his children so they wouldn't feel as alienated from their ethnicity as he probably did. Ginny learned urdu alongside him, partially because she just wanted to encourage him.

When scorpius was little he would often find himself talking to the portrait of his uncle regulus that his grandma had put up after the war. Uncle reggie , as he liked to be called, was scorpius' favourite old family memeber.

Harry always introduces Teddy as his oldest son.

Albus is exceptional at potions. He's also very talented in quidditch, the only thing is he doesn't really like playing.

James on the other hand is a total jock. I'm talking Oliver Wood level dedication to the craft of quidditch.

Lily luna is the embodiment of that scene from good omens season two of the little girl going "And I'm jemaimah! I made this pot!!"

Fred II likes to go by freddie, and him and James II are practically James and sirius 2.0. It drives McGonagall crazy.

Carmen and Marco make everyone believe they have twin telepathy as a prank one day, but now they have to keep up the bit because it's too late to drop it.

Scorpius has a pet ferret and he named it bunny. He was 6 and he thought it would be funny.

When scor was a kid he would colour in dracos dark mark with felt tip markers and scribble all over his arm and go "there now it's pretty". One day draco walked into a tattoo parlour with a scribbled mess on his arm and told the artist to make his sons art work permanent. Draco still has the mark but now its sporting all sorts squiggles and shapes in every colour imaginable. Scorpius thinks its embarrassing because that was definitely not one of his more finer works but draco finds comfort in the way his life's biggest regret becomes just a little more bareable because of Scorpius' childish innocence.

Draco is dad of the year. Harry on the other hand... is still trying to get there.

That's all thanks for coming to ny Ted talk

[therantfairysblog]

My Dreams With You

He was living under the mercy of a demon. If he wasn't a boy or he doesn't have those unique eyes, he wouldn't be given a chance to live let alone growing up. He wouldn't be here. He... wouldn't be the cause of his family's demise.

Every single day, he thought about that. His existence is like a curse that contaminated the land.

"Iguro san!! You are here? I heard your mission went well, I'm glad you are okay"

A shining, bright sun. A beautiful spring flower. So beautiful that he couldn't take off his eyes of her. So beautiful...that he couldn't feel he was worthy enough to stand beside her.

"Kanroji, i brought you some cookies and clothing, i hope you like it" he pull out a mid size wooden box covered in a silk while smiling towards the beautiful maiden in front of him.

She's smiling widely, and slowly putting her pretty hand in front, covering her face, a habit when she's got a little embarrassed, with her face slowly turn reddish. Adorable.

"Really? Iguro san..."

"thank you.."

It was a nice spring that day, regardless how tired he was after finishing his task, Iguro found himself fond of Kanroji's presence.

The two walk under the beautiful shade of sakura tree, chatting away about their daily routine.

"i want to open a restaurant one day...and with you we can manage it together" Kanroji smiling widely, stopping in front of the sweet shop she's always come to visit, watching three children happily enter the shop, ordering some sweet ohagi and mochi. She smiling and waving at them. "Hiii, eat a lot you all"

"Restaurant...." Iguro murmured.

"Yes, once we retired and getting rid off the demons. I hope that day will come soon....when there's no demon, and finally at peace...how about that Iguro san?" Kanroji smiling and excitedly hopping a little under the tree.

Iguro just barely smile. He never thought about it.

"...yeah, it's great." Iguro watching her while Kaburamaru slithering around his neck. His bestfriend seems in a good mood today too.

"if we survive somehow..." To be honest he lied. He never intended to do so. He never thought about the future beyond muzan demise.

"What do you mean, Iguro san? Of course, you'll survive and I'll be too..." Kanroji's face turned a little gloomy. And she's continued.

"...i know about the risk of our job, Iguro san. Sometime, when i think about the reason i joined it's silly at time but...you see, while it possible we'll be gone, there's possibility that we'll survive too...iguro san, i want to explore so many things i could with you"

There's silence in between them. The two slowly walk towards the riverside and sit under the shade of a tree.

" I'm sorry, Kanroji, i didn't mean to..." To be honest he didn't know to response. Sitting and walking beside her like that, is such privilege for someone as dirty as him, for Kanroji to consider him in her future...he didn't know if he could afford, no, he didn't even have a future.

"Kanroji...i..never thought about that far away future. I feel like, my life is just simply went away like that, for killing demons. I don't think..." Kanroji interrupted him.

"But. Iguro san aren't life beautiful? To meet you, treat me nicely, oh and reading your beautiful poems. I like it. When you show me many pretty things you see around, i want it. Hehe, there's a lot i want to do with you, i had so much fun even sitting like this with you"

The radiance smile, sitting prettily in that face, looking at him with her delicate face, iguro couldn't help but feel immensely nerveous and happy mix into one, the strange feeling that he never get used too.

Kanroji turned red again. "I'm sorry, did i over talk? What am i thinking, interrupted you like that, I'm sorry"

Iguro just laughing. "No, but....your cheeks and ears are all red, it's cute"

"Iguro san !!!!"

'i wish i could be a good man for you' he thought.

....

He do regret it when he thinking back then, his desire to clean his blood, now that he was in his dying breath. The God granted his wish, to die killing the demon king but why... there's a stink in his collapsing heart.

Holding her cold body, he couldn't even see her bright smile again. Kaburamaru slowly slithering around him, licking his tears which already mixed with blood....his companion, that he'll leaving behind soon.

"Kaburamaru....you see...now i wish...i could see the restaurant she's want to built...with...you"

Even a little bit in the end, how nice if there's a time between them together, how nice....if he wasn't an Iguro.

....

110 years later.

The restaurant was full. It was the school children favorite spot. The serving was huge, the owners, especially the woman was very welcoming. There's several snake ornaments sitting in the counter and the tables too.

"welcome~~ today we have a special seafood ramen, 30% discount"

From the back of the kitchen, her husband was preparing the meal carefully. As usual today's full of people, he slightly looking at the clock, their eldest 10 year old son will come back from school soon. He waving a bit to his wife.

"I'll pick him soon, can you watch our new cook a little bit?"

"Yes, of course honey. Take care. Love you" the two smile fondly.

The restaurant was flourishing heavenly full with love and care.

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

CHILD OF RED CHAPTER FIVE - I HATE THE WOODS.

WORDS - 2,693.

RATING - 18+

previous chapter

SUMMARY - Drogo crashes the kickback Scarlett was invited to.

Scarlett had immediately regretted her decision on joining Loan’s kickback in the woods, she had taken a deep breath as she dragged herself to where the party had been in and pulled out her phone to inform Loan that she had arrived---but was unsure where the actual party had been in.

He had been kind, had told Scarlett that he would come get her and after a couple of moments of waiting, Scarlett had heard Loan’s footsteps increase, and it had made Scarlett wonder if neutralising her Vampiric side was necessary.

“Scarlett,” Loan breathily smiled as he pulled her into a warm hug. “Genuinely thought you wouldn’t come.”

As she wrapped her arms around him, Scarlett gently appreciated his vehemence. “Thank you for inviting me,” Scarlett kindly replied as she pulled away from him. “Why did you think I wouldn’t have come?”

“The Bartholys,” Loan mumbled as he slowly scratched the back of his head.

Humoured, Scarlett gently pulled her head back. “Oh---you definitely need to tell me the beef you have with them,” she joked and as a response Loan jokingly rolled his eyes.

He had wanted to tell her everything, but there had been a gut feeling inside of his stomach that made him unsure. “It’s nothing of the sort,” Loan shrugged and unmoved Scarlett lightly sucked in her teeth.

“I’ll find out somehow,” Scarlett said.

“Good luck,” Loan smiled ere they resumed to walk down to where the main event was.

It had been a prominent event, Scarlett had been able to recognise most people in the forest as she had been the new girl, she still had a task to connect the names to their faces. Though there was one person she had known that had not been here, and due to that, she turned to look at Loan. “Where is Samantha?” She asked and with a nonchalant shrug, Loan half-heartedly scanned the area.

“I don’t know if she’s coming, nor do I care,” he bluntly said.

“That’s no way to treat a girlfriend,” Scarlett scoffed and with annoyed look, Loan turned to look at Scarlett.

“I told you,” Loan gritted. “She is not my girlfriend,” he reminded in irritation and as kickback, Scarlett hid a laughter with her palm.

Intrigued with the conversation Loan shared with Scarlett, Ezra, appeared between the two of them. “Actually,” he smiled. “I’m pretty sure Loan broke up with Samantha ever since he laid his eyes on you,” he truthfully joked and surprised, Scarlett twisted her gaze towards Loan, both hands on her hips as she had readied herself to make fun of him.

Defensive, Loan frowned. “Excuse me?” He began. “Who invited you?”

“We don’t need any invite,” Drogo smiled as he walked towards the rest of the group. “It’s the woods, it’s a public place.”

Entertained, Scarlett focused her gaze on Ezra. She had taken in that he had looked extremely beautiful under the moonlight, his skin had almost shimmered, as if he was a missing piece of the moon itself.

Scarlett had wondered if he dyed his hair to the shade that it is was, but the colour of his hair had been the same shade as his eyelashes, long and full and had emphasised the greenness of his orbs. He was so breath-taking she couldn’t understand it, her immense attraction to the boy, and once he smiled, she felt her heart clench in liaison but once she realised that he had smiled at her, Scarlett blinked herself back into reality.

“Guess I stole Bloody Scarlett’s attention,” Ezra smiled and entertained, Drogo coughed out a laugh.

Embarrassed, Scarlett folded her arms as she turned her sight away from both Drogo and Ezra. “I’m going to get a drink,” she wistfully whispered fore she walked away from them.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As she laid her back against a body of a tree, Scarlett softly sipped the beverage that had been displayed almost everywhere the party had been in, her eyes soft as she admired the nature that had been beneath her feet, Scarlett softly hummed to the lyrics that had been playing through the portable speakers Loan had brought.

She hadn’t mined the circumstance she had been in, she had brief conversations with some students from the University and others who came from other educational areas, though, Scarlett had felt her night had become better when she recognised the arrival of her newest friend, Sarah Osborne.

With a smile, Scarlett lowered her drink. “I’m glad there’s a female friendly face here now,” Scarlett said before she brought herself to hug Sarah.  

“Nice to see you,” Sarah greeted and once she let go of Scarlett, she looked around the party to see who else had been here. “Though, it’s not nice to see Drogo and his gang here.”

Scarlett had then snorted. “I thought Drogo wouldn’t be here since he doesn’t like Loan,” Scarlett shared as she had then hugged herself. Ever since she died, she had never liked the woods, each scent and feeling of the field had almost triggered her every time. “I hate the woods.”

Eyes curious, Sarah gently sagged her shoulders. “Why?” She asked and with a sad smile, Scarlett had lifted her drink to her mouth.

“That’s a story for another day,” Scarlett whispered before she took another drink---and compassionate, Sarah beckoned her head as she had then begun to join drinking with her new friend.

Their brief parley had been sweet and warm hearted, but per usual, all good things must come to an end, and the entity that had brought the bad had been Samantha Gautier; and her presence had disrupted the converses from many students, their whispers had almost covered the music with how much people had been speaking and surprised, Scarlett could not help but laugh.

Samantha who had then walked to Loan, her face stuck and angry had pointed her slim finger towards Scarlett, eyes dark and raged once she realised the presence of her enemy. “Why is she here?” She rudely seethed her comment which had immediately caused everyone to stop speaking and watch in anticipation.

“Didn’t know you had authority over the invitation list,” Loan frowned and upset, Samantha clenched her fists before she continued to complain about Scarlett’s invite; unbothered, Scarlett passed her drink to Sarah.

“I’m going to go take a piss,” Scarlett said as she picked up her handbag.

“Go piss girl,” Sarah smiled and humoured Scarlett snorted at the silly reference before she left to go to a private area to relieve herself.

When she had finished, she had taken out the water bottle she had in her bag and used it to wash her hands. As she got back to her feet, there had been a strange wind that had pushed passed her, the pressure had hastily thrown Scarlett into a spin of memories of the time she had first turned into a Vampire.

Anxious, Scarlett had attempted to walk away, as if the further she’d use her feet the faster she’d return to reality, but it had appeared as if life had been against her at this very moment, the morbid details of her turn, her fear of not seeing her parents again and the true feeling of loss and being chased by the very thing that had turned her---

“Scarlett?”

Ezra?

Surprised, Scarlett turned to look at Drogo’s friend who had seemed just as surprised to see her. Awkward, Scarlett stood up straight while Ezra had then sent the curly-haired girl a welcoming smile. On the defence, Scarlett crossed her arms while she had then furrowed her eyebrows. “Ezra,” she rudely mumbled as she had not wanted to hear another word from him, Scarlett aimed to return to the party.

“Wait no—” Ezra desperately called out and without thinking he had grabbed Scarlett’s wrist as she attempted to walk by him.

“Let go of me!” Scarlett hissed and apologetic, Ezra let go of her.

“I’m sorry,” he atoned. “I’m sorry for calling you Bloody Scarlett.”

Unmoved, Scarlett rolled her eyes before she pushed out a sarcastic chuckle. “Sure.”

“I’ve always found you pretty,” Ezra exposed and as she arched her right eyebrow, Scarlett looked up at him.

She had found him unbelievable, had he found her pathetic? An easy target? “Always?” Scarlett repeated as she rudely looked him up and down. “You’ve only met me a day ago.”

In response, Ezra sheepishly laughed. “You’re right, good point,” he smiled, his smile enough to set her in a good mood but Scarlett clenched her fist, she didn’t want to allow Ezra to easily pierce through her walls. “I still think you’re really beautiful, and I want to get to know you more, and I promise, I’ll make people stop calling you Bloody Scarlett.”

“In exchange to have people stop calling me that, I’ll have to date you?” Scarlett said, now both eyebrows raised.

As he laughed, Ezra leaned closer to her, truthfully tempted to hold and stroke her hair. “No, but if you do agree to be with me, I’ll try my best to make you the happiest woman.”

With a smile, Scarlett looked into his green eyes, slightly lifted by his statement. “Well, you’re already doing what you had promised,” she giggled. “I’ll be a happier woman if you kissed me.”

“My pleasure,” he gently whispered before he took Scarlett within his arms, softly he had closed his mouth against hers, eyes shut as he easily fell into her sweet embrace, he had been first to moan as he slowly traced her jaw with his fingers as he slid his thigh between her legs, tight, Scarlett briefly tucked in her stomach in surprise, her tongue had smoothly licked against his as she could feel Ezra wrap his free arm around the lower of her waist, as he pulled Scarlett further up his thigh, Scarlett lightly yelped as she could feel the soft friction rub against her sex.

Hands against his chest, Scarlett gently pushed Ezra away, Ezra who had looked at Scarlett with a flustered and embarrassed expression had quickly atoned for his heated actions, yet before Scarlett could forgive him, a soft snap of a twig had gained their attention.

Drogo had stood close to them, a dark look on his face that had quickly been replaced by a neutral expression. “It’s time to go home,” he said and surprised, Scarlett pulled the rest of her body away from Ezra.

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” Scarlett frowned and immobile, Drogo shoved his hands into his pockets, his amber eyes that had wanted to express his dire disappointment hidden with an impish flair.

“Well, if you had better behaviour in school, maybe you wouldn’t have one,” Drogo said and with the curve of her eyes, Scarlett softly turned to look at Ezra.

With an apologetic expression, Scarlett softly stroked Ezra’s hand. “I’ll see you soon,” she said and with a smile, Ezra had winked at her, significantly aware of the cloudy expression Drogo had sent towards him before she had joined with the Bartholy to their route back home.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The walk to her car had been silent, which had been a surprise to Scarlett as Drogo always found a reason to speak and annoy anyone he interacted with. As she had noted that the blonde boy hadn’t arrived to the woods with his car, she furrowed her eyebrows, arms folded as she returned her sight towards him.

“You like taking walks, don’t you?” Scarlett inquired as she unlocked her car with the button on her key.

As he had smirked, Drogo walked over to the passenger seat beside Scarlett’s chair. “Sure do,” he said as he ducked under and crept into the vehicle. “Well, enough about me,” he said. “You always find yourself to be under the limelight, starting to think you’re an attention seeker.”

Both eyebrows raised, Scarlett sighed at his statement before she spoke. “I promise,” she began with her faux sentence. “I won’t get into any more fights,” she said and while Drogo laughed in response, he leaned his head against the head of the seat.

“Now, you’re dating one of my friends,” Drogo listed and confused, Scarlett looked at Drogo with the side of her eyes.

Judgmental, Scarlett gripped the steering wheel as she quickly drove down the empty town road. “I now need your permission to start seeing him?” Scarlett rudely asked, and with a snort, Drogo bounced his shoulders.

“Of course not,” Drogo said but as his eyes sparkled in mischief, Drogo turned his head towards her. “But when he breaks your heart, don’t come crying to me.”

Eyebrows scrunched in disapproval; Scarlett screwed her face as kickback she responded. “I will never go to you whenever it comes to my connection with him,” she clarified and with a side smile Drogo turned to look out the window and relaxed throughout the rest of the trip.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Once again, Nicolae had been in the foyer the second Scarlett stepped into the manor. Compared to before, Nicolae had a kinder look which had reassured Scarlett that she wasn’t going to be berated by him. “How was the party?” Nicolae questioned and as she quickly wiped her bottom feet against the welcome mat, Scarlett softly shrugged her shoulders.

“The party was okay,” Scarlett responded before she looked back at Drogo who made his way to stand next to her. “But I believe you made Drogo be my nanny.”

Nicolae had then laughed; his response had made Scarlett suspiciously perk her right eyebrow. “So, I am correct?” She judgmentally asked and as she copied Nicolae and folded her arms, she sent Drogo a side-look, aware of the proud expression he had on his face.

“Half-truth,” Nicolae corrected and taken aback, Scarlett leaned her weight onto her left foot.

She had then responded. “I don’t need a baby-sitter,” she said. “Last time I checked, I’m the nanny, and for your sister.”

“You have been causing trouble the second you’ve come here,” Nicolae responded and offended, Scarlett moved her hands to her hips. “I just wanted to know if you’d be okay.”

Half-humoured, Scarlett released a breathy chuckle. “All I did was have a bloody nose and punch Samantha in the face,” she stated. “I don’t need a nanny.”

“I’m being cautious,” Nicolae straight-forwardly replied and with clenched teeth, Scarlett had then licked her lips.

She had comprehended she wouldn’t win this argument so she had given Nicolae a faux smile. “Thank you,” she had then said ere she had walked past him and went to walk up the stairs.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

With the back of her head against her pillows, Scarlett had tried many times to fall asleep, but it had seemed like the Night Goddess had been against her, the harsh and loud whispers that would crawl and drag through her head had caused Scarlett to become uncomfortable.

She had never had this circumstance occur to her before, but her first night she had spent under the Bartholy Manor, she had barely dreamed but had been terrorised by lucid images and persistent whispers that had attempted to encourage Scarlett to leave, but like the whispers, Scarlett had been stubborn to exit.

“Get out!”

“Leave here!”

Bothered, Scarlett had screwed her eyes shut, hands at the side of her head as she whimpered and groaned at how the voices began to increase in volume. “Why?” Scarlett inquired and adamant, the voices continued.

“Leave!”

“Leave this home!”

“Leave Mystery Spell!”

“Scarlett!”

“Scarlett, go!”

“He’s coming for you…”

“The strange man…he’s coming for you!”

Startled, Scarlett had shot awake, hands gripped and dug into her bed sheets as she had begun to pant and fearfully looked around her dark bedroom, carefully as reached for her collarbone and slowly stroked her skin to calm herself, Scarlett gently furrowed her eyebrows before she spoke. “The strange man?” Scarlett muttered under her breath ere her mind pierced into an old memory, aiding her to remember who they had meant, the strange man, the man who turned her.

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[bebe-writes-stuff]

I made a

Tokyo Rev prompt

Bluelock prompt

MHA prompt

-- Go read them!! JJK is next, obviously, like how could I even forget. I gotta compensate yall for the amount of trauma Gege is giving yall. MY MAN IS GONE, GEGE, I HATE YOU. -- Ima tell yall right now, this fanfic has absolutely no fucking relation to the current timeline of this tragic asf anime. okAy?-- Anyway this prompt,

For this story I wanted a specific theme and certain character development for Y/n, (I literally use what I learn from my English class to write these mfing stories...embarrassing)

At the beginning, Y/n, leads a reserved and quiet life not because she is shy but she just finds it better not to associate with other people. Because she possesses the ability to feel and perceive the true emotions of others. This ability makes her more of an observer than a talker, She can feel peoples Anger, Sadness, Fear, Anxiety, Guilt, Shame, Jealousy, Envy, Disgust, Frustration, Loneliness, Despair, Regret, Resentment, Insecurity, All of it. but because those people's emotions weren't long term and not intense, Y/n couldn't see curses (for now) but deep within her soul, she knew something evil was around. So one day, something tragic happens, I have decided what yet. But because this certain event caused very intense negative emotions that Y/n could feel, it was like a veil had been removed from her eyes and she started seeing curses. It was like a nightmare at first, the constant horrifying creatures she'd run into. but for some reason, they would never attack her, in fact they'd take off and run away any place she was near. which was strange because for a curse to be frightened something has to have an even greater cursed energy which is exactly the case with Y/n. She hasn't realized yet but every time Y/n felt someone's negative emotion, it transferred to her. As a result causing her to have an immense amount of cursed energy, it's so great that even jujutsu sorcerers and the higher up can sense it from miles away, without even understanding who or what this cursed energy was coming from they decided to execute it as soon as they get hold on it, the only issue was they couldn't place where this cursed energy was coming from. It was like a switch, sometimes it was so intense and sometimes there was absolutely no trace of it. but what the higher ups don't know, Gojo (daddy) has already traced y/ns location and sent a certain 3 students to supervise and watch her, but that doesn't go unnoticed by her which she's pretty quick to notice her pursuers and doesn't take long to confront them. also I still haven't decided a cursed technique for her...Womp Womp

--Oml idk if this made any sense, for some reason when I have an idea I can't write 100% of what I want, ughhhh, enjoy, and let me know if you guys want this fic--

[rufflesandbows]

In the Den of Dragons (Part II)

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

The preparation for your wifely duties begins. You take a fertility medicine that does nothing but sicken you to the thought of the future. As you navigate the quickly swarming rumors, you realize there isn't much in the way of regretting your actions from the night before. You should. But you don't.

Warnings: 18+ forced to drink medicine, kissing, grinding, fingering, thigh riding, intimacy issues Word Count: 3800 (Part 1)

In the morning, you were awoken by Barston’s own Maestor. The sun was barely coming through the window, the other girls stirring with confusion. You were exhausted from the struggle to fall asleep. All night your blood had been pumping hard, a pulsing low in your core demanding to be satiated. However living in a room with seven other girls, all of them eyeing you with worry and pity, made that an impossibility. 

The old man offered you a small clay bowl of black liquid that smelt of sour mint. The man had a thin line of a frown, his eyes drooping and uninterested in your confusion. 

“This is the decoction you’ll be taking every morning. It is best to be taken at the breaking of dawn, when still warm.” Hesitantly, you took the small bowl, looking down at the vile liquid. “It can be difficult to take down, but you must consume all of it.”

Wetting your lips, you held your breath before bringing it to your mouth. You tried to make quick work of it, downing it all in three lukewarm gulps. The sourness was as pleasant as curdled milk and it coated your mouth. A small bubble of air threatened to empty your entire stomach. With a hand over your mouth, you swallowed multiple times before it finally stayed down.

With tears in the corner of your eyes, you handed back the bowl. The Maestor said no more. Simply left as the job was done. Probably heading off to finish his sleep while you were now forced to start yours. A drowsy mind, a furiously bitter heart and a nauseated stomach. 

After having gotten dressed, a fellow maid, Gwen, came up to you with her big doe eyes aching in concern. She whispered so lightly you could barely hear her, “You don’t have to do this.”

For a moment, you thought she meant marry Barston. It had even felt nice to think so, a spark of hope that once you did catch her meaning, snapped into a wildfire that consumed you in an instant. Why would they be concerned with Barston when there was the issue of fleeing Aegon's bedchambers? However, if you took her offer, stayed in today, it would cement something had happened, something worth spreading rumors about. You had to go about your chores to discredit anything they had to speculate about. Somehow convince Aegon to do the same.

You put on a smile, “I have terribly embarrassed myself to him, but Aegon is more forgiving than he lets on. I do need to have a talk with him, so as to not worry him further.”

Gwen blinked in surprise but said nothing more as you turned and left for the kitchen commons, escaping all those watchful eyes at your back.

Eating was immensely difficult. The bubbling potion was taking all the room in your stomach, and the rest was hate that you were forced to take it at all. And would have to take it every day, every morning, until you squeezed out a proper heir. You scoffed to yourself. Could you even bring that child happiness? With a father like Barston putting them down at every turn the way he did you? 

If the man could just die, maybe. Give that child a better father. One that spoiled them endlessly.

You sighed shoving your dish away, downing the last bit of juice to rid yourself of that foul taste and fled your mind to start your first chore of the day; readying the Queen’s breakfast table. It took a good ten minutes and was quite a workout if you hadn’t learned how to stack trays. Running up and down stairs with several entrees in hand onto a cart at the top. 

The Queen Alicent, though you saw her everyday never talked to or acknowledge you. If she needed something, she’d make the request to Talya, who would relay the request to whoever she felt was best suited. Yet this morning, the air was tense the moment you walked into her room. The Queen and Talya were deafeningly quiet. They moved awkwardly as you quietly transferred the silver trays of food to her round table.

Queen Alicent patted down the dress Talya helped her in, and sat at her table, a pout on her lips so similar to Aegon’s. She unfolded her napkin and laid it on her lap. When she spoke your name, it was as hushed as a secret. “Did something happen last night?”

You resisted the urge to glare at Talya. Less than an hour and already it was at the Queen’s ears? She couldn't be bothered to talk to you first?

“Last night?” You said innocently, pretending to try and recall the events as you poured her a drink. “I can’t think of anything out of the ordinary. Why, did something happen, your Grace?”

For the first time since you came to the Red Keep, she looked directly at you. The look on her was indecipherable, just boring into you, waiting for you to tell her the truth. But you kept in your mind nothing happened, this day was like any other. In spite of how it very much wasn’t. You tilted your head, “Your Grace?”

Her eyes moved to Talya, and so did yours. When Talya bowed her head without a word, an arrogant swelling bloomed in your chest. You hoped she felt embarrassed going over your head like that. She put you in danger as a bid to be more favored to the Queen.

Queen Alicent dropped all attention to her plate, dismissing you both. “I suppose it was nothing. Just rumors.”

You could walk away, but you couldn’t let it sit in her mind. She might call you out as a liar, a liar to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, if enough time brewed. “Rumors of what?”

She barely glanced at you. “Nothing to worry yourself. You may go.”

You took a timid step back, looking at her from under your lashes. “But if they involve me…”

The rest of the sentence hung in the air, the three of you all exchanging glances. It was Talya that spoke in the Queen’s sted. “There was a rumor that-” She hesitated, nervous now about delivering bad and quite frankly, treasonous information. “The prince Aegon had defiled you.”

You took back with shock. “Oh no! He did no such thing!” With a shy fiddling of your fingers, you sighed. “I see now. In truth, I’ve been… apprehensive about my sudden arranged marriage. It was stressing me throughout the day and when I went to deliver the Prince his nightly wine, I broke down a little. Expelling my fears rather unceremoniously and awkwardly onto him. The Prince certainly did his best to handle a hysterical woman.” You cringed and heated with embarrassment. It was technically the truth after all, though his feverishly hot body beneath yours danced in your mind. That whimper he gave echoing in your ears even now. “I was still overcome with emotion when I returned to the maids quarters. I am so very sorry for any misunderstandings, your Grace. I’ll accept any punishment on the besmirching of the princes good name-”

“Oh no-no, that won’t be necessary.” Her hands jumped up and took yours, easing you with a smile. “I’m only relieved nothing unfortunate befell you.”

You returned the smile, softening your gaze. “I am honored by your concern, but really, it was nothing. Just an embarrassment on my part. I intend to apologize to him when he wakes.”

She slipped from you, a great ease washing over her. You didn’t expect her to follow up with, “Who is your engagement with?”

Any lightness on your part faded as you spoke gently. “Lord Barston of Reedmarsh. Keeper of the Clay Fort.”

Alicent’s eyes fell wide, a pout returning to her. “Lord Barston is very…” He was known as many things. Old. Violent. Mad. Both of you could dance around and say he was a good business man with much profit for any of your sons to inherit, but no amount of wealth could make this match acceptable.

“I trust my fathers judgment.” You muttered, forcing a smile. With a bow, you excused yourself. “I should continue on to assist the Princess Helaena with her little ones.”

Talya nodded, allowing you to quickly leave the room before more could be discussed on the matter. It was still so difficult to keep composure at just the mention of the marriage. The reminder you had one day less than a month. 

In Helaena’s room, you allowed her to sleep in a little, quietly getting Jaehaerys and Jaehaera ready, directing them to speak softly. The princess often had a difficult time sleeping, small noises would keep her up. Though as much as anyone would offer, she always preferred her children in the room with her. 

When she began to stir, and for the first time, felt a sense of fear in her presence. Surely, Helaena wouldn't be upset if she knew what you did, as many women all over Kings Landing had done far worse. Or maybe she would. You were supposed to be the one she could trust. You grit your teeth, reminding yourself it would soon be another night forgotten and you wouldn't have to worry about it soon.

You took your time helping her get ready. Wasting time, really. Extending conversation and picking topics you knew the princess would speak endlessly on, as you nervously watched the other maidservants prepare her table and assist the children. Feeling the knot of your betrayal through every moment. Sitting with it as a self punishment.

You had to force yourself to leave. Push through the rising need to flee to far flung places. Across the Atrium, you came up to a different Kingsguard from Sir Erryk, the knight probably catching up on his rest from his overnight watch. There was a pleasant exchange of nods, him opening the door for you, “He is still resting.” 

You chuckled, hoping your nervousness didn’t seep through. “As I always find my lord prince.” 

When it shut behind, Aegon gave a long groan, something that caused your core to tighten. Something his voice had never caused you before. “Remind me that Lord Flannic has shit taste in wines.”

The room was as you left it, minus the decanter and cup empty at his bedside table. It was difficult to breathe, your mind replaying what happened. You instinctively covered your mouth as your gums tingled, the memory evidently a savory taste. Cautiously you stepped forward, a glimmer of hope he’d been too drunk to remember last night. “Not sitting too well with you, my lord?”

“Absolute piss water.” Aegon grumbled, his fingertips kneading into his forehead and temples. His shirt was notably missing from when you left him clothed. It shouldn’t have been a surprise yet a flush jumped through you, looking away as if you’d never seen him with only a thin bedsheet before. “I haven’t felt a hangover like this in ages.”

“Is there anything I can get you? Shall I fetch the Maestor?”

There was a long deliberating moan before it rose in interest. His eyes drifted open at you shyly standing in the sunlight. Aegon reached out, grabbing at your skirt and gave it a tug closer. “You can come to bed and kiss me until my headache subsides.”

You sighed, sitting beside him in defeat of his winning memory. “Aegon, it’s very important that you listen to what I’m about to say.”

He shook his head with a cheeky smile, trying to pull you down but the thought of getting closer made you panic. You’d lost all control of yourself last night. You couldn't let that happen again. “You can’t tell me you don’t want it, not after last night-”

“People think you violated me.”

He took back, as if completely surprised one might make such an assumption of him. Aegon scoffed into laughter, “If any violating happened last night it was from you. I was about to fall asleep when you jumped me.”

Your face heated with embarrassment. “Don’t say I jumped you. It makes me sound brutish.”

Aegon managed to push himself up, his hands falling on your waist as he teased you. The small touch of his hands stole your breath away. His eyes roaming you skipping your heart. “It was brutish. I quite liked it.” 

He moved in to kiss you but you pressed your fingertips to his lips. Soft, so soft under your touch. “I am telling everyone that I merely had an emotional breakdown.” Aegon moved back and rested against the headboard, his brow knit as you explained, “That I wept and whined about my arranged marriage, as young women do, and that it is all a misunderstanding. Do you understand? This has to be the tale we agree on or both of our reputations will be soiled.” His glare only deepened, his frown tightly pulled down. You pressed him sternly,  “Aegon.”

He rolled his eyes, pouting to the wall. “Sure, what ever you say.”

You weren’t blind. You knew the kind of man Aegon was and what he was capable of. You hadn't by any means forgiven him or lacked the anticipation of him just taking what he wanted from you. But your gaze fixated on him, the softness of his face, his signature pout, the bare expanse of his chest and the white bedsheet that pooled at his waist, as well as the hand that rose up so he could chew on his thumbnail. You couldn't get out of your head that first kiss, the bliss of it. The way he enveloped you completely within himself without hesitation despite your numerous rejections that wounded his pride every time. His desire for you used to go over your head, but it had been consistent all this time.

Would he be willing to do anything you said just to have you?

The silence in the room caught his attention, his eyes jumping to you out of curiosity. For a brief moment you coyly looked away, knowing you'd been caught. Wetting your lips, you asked simply, “Where did your clothes go? After I left, you had them on.”

As you had been analyzing him, he seemed to do the same to you. A long pause before breaking back into his flippant character. “You come into my room. You ravage me-” 

You took back bashfully, “Ravage is a bit strong.”

“And then you up and leave me aching.” He gestured between his legs. How his cock had been straining against his trousers. How thick and hard it was when pressed against your stomach. Jumping at your needy thrust. “What do you think I did? I relieved myself. And I don't care to be clothed while I do so.”

Slyly, you leaned forward, the tips of your fingers touching low on his soft stomach and gradually running up, “Did you think of me?”

When you reached his collar he shivered, but he was glaring at you. Chewing on his cheek, thinking if he wanted to humor you or not. Begrudgingly, Aegon admitted, “Yes.” with his compliance, your hand ran up higher, curling the side of his neck, the pad of your thumb running along his jawline. Aegon tilted his head, opening up to your touch as he asked, “Did you think of me?”

You gave an unfortunate hiss, eyes transfixed on his lips. “I room with seven other girls, so, my thoughts of what happened were all I had.”

He leaned forward and your breath caught, your fingers flexing, stiffening so they might grab him and force him to close the distance. As he spoke, you felt his words on your skin. “Are you saying you didn’t have much in the way of relief?”

Your gaze roamed him hungrily, your measured breath thudding with the quick-rabbit pace of your heartbeat. “Can’t say that I’ve fully recovered from last night as you have.”

Aegon lightly shook his head, his smile taking a sharp edge. “I haven’t recovered.”

You were aching, desire devouring all sense of fear, place and time. Swallowing thickly, you whispered, “I can’t stay here long. People are talking as is.”

It was clear you weren’t listening to your own advice anymore. There was this moment of disbelief on him, a stillness to fully grasp your eagerness. The sudden flip of a coin you've taken. It shocked you as well. You didn't know you were capable of such want and rebellion. This time when he leaned forward, you didn’t stop him. When he kissed you, you let out a long sigh of satisfaction. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you both pressed deeper. Aegon’s hands jumped up, roughly grabbing your sides and pressing you against his chest, your heart beating wildly against him. Oh you were glowing, burning up and feeling more alive then you ever had been as you embraced him.

You felt your legs become exposed as he fisted your skirts and brought them up before the sunlight. His hand on your bare thigh was hot, alternating between a demanding grip and soft caresses as he showered you in lazy wet kisses. You were utterly intoxicated, never before so stupid and drunk, and it was all on the touch and taste of another.

Even as his hand began to drift inward, rising up, all you could think was that it felt good. That you wanted him to keep finding these places that had you gasping for air.

When his fingers touched at the apex of your thighs, the lips damp and thrumming with need, you flinched in surprise. The only plan you made was to collaborate your story. As his fingers trailed tantalizingly along your seam, you realized this was only going to make everything worse. You shifted, grabbing his wrist, "Aegon, wait-"

Aegon hushed you, your world tilting as he laid you down on his mattress, comfortably lining up to your side. "Relax, sweet girl, let me take care of you."

The little endearment made you flush, not having expected it. Before you could give anymore protests, he suffocated you in his kiss. You swallowed thickly as his fingertips slipped between, a hot wave jumping through you, pooling and pressing at your hips, following the movement as it rose and fell.

So quickly you were being reduced to whimpers and sighs, your hips rocking in tune to chase him. Your reactions were painfully subdued knowing there was a guard on the other side of the door. Each slip of his fingers, finding the very pinpoint of your pleasure mounted you higher and higher out of your own mind, until your eyes rolled back and you couldn't catch your breath. As he buried his face into your neck, lavishing the delicate skin with licks and nips, you gripped onto him, your fingers digging in more and more.

A loud cry nearly broke from you it felt so good, but you clapped a hand over your mouth. A muffled chuckle emanated from him as little moans kept bubbling up anyway. His hips flexed, pushing up against your side and you could feel his cock grinding on your bare thigh locked between his legs, painfully hard with his arousal.

A growing want taunted you to reach out, grip him, push him through it. You wanted cum at the same time he did. Feel that ecstasy together. Timidly, you moved your hand down his back, resting on his waist, feeling the muscles working, rolling and bucking against you. Imagining how it would feel within you. His hand was spinning circles on your peak, your own wanton thrusts encouraging him. Each wave that hit through you hits harder with the next. Gods, you were so close.

With a trembling hand, you cupped his cheek and bade him to look at you. See those pretty amethyst eyes in yours. His messy silver hair framed his face, slack and dazed with pleasure. A tremble shook through him, his eyes dodging from yours as if you seeing him was overwhelming. Aegon pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes shutting tight as if to hide away, but you were past your threshold. You clung to him as blinding white ecstasy consumed you. Your gasps and sighs strangled as you carefully kept back the scream that so desperately wanted to be free.

When your muscles finally released, tingling and warm at every little nerve, he let up but didn't leave. Your lips felt numb, still breathing hard from all the exertion. Aegon relaxed on top of you, his head on your chest as he was still grinding into you, his cock hot with need. You wrapped your arms around him, cradling him as you slowly came down from your high, moved your thigh between his legs just slightly to taunt him.

A press came at your entrance, and you gave a small cry when your felt the rim being lightly stretched open, felt the invasion of fingers. Aegon sighed, warming your chest through your dress. “If you weren’t rushing me I could keep you like this for hours.” His fingers slid out, toyed in the wet gushing from you as the muscles clutched and eased. 

He toyed in you, slipping in until you gave a protesting hum and your legs shifted defensively at the dull ache of being opened too far. As he pulled out, Aegon would feel around your lower lips, swollen and slick with his work. He cupped your mound, coating his hand completely before using all that slick to grip himself, pumping with quick desperate strides.

Aegon threw his head back, chest bushing out as he took in a deep breath and gave a harsh sigh. Despite your climax, you felt an interested pulse between your legs. He was such a sight, one you didn't expect to enjoy so much. Your hands wandered him, biting your lip with a smile as he worked his whole back into it, rolling his hips on your thigh in long strokes while he chased his end.

You cupped his face as he began to tremble, his breaths coming in quick huffs. As your bottom lip slipped from your teeth, you lifted, took his, feeling all his desperate little moans and whimpers tickling on your tongue.

Spurts of hot liquid dropped and dribbled down your bare thigh, Aegon bucking wildly as you muffled his cries with your mouth. Perhaps you should have left after he made you cum because the heat in your core was stirring, whispering that you wanted more. That you could stay here all day. You were no more relieved than you had been when you entered his room.

"Glad you didn't run away this time." He huffed, looked down at you with a smile, “Hopefully you can still do your chores on shaky legs.” He gave you one last kiss, giving your dry thigh a few wet slaps. “You want more, you know where to find me.” 

Politely, he grabbed his bedsheet and wiped down your thigh where he'd made his climax. He then rolled away from you, checking the empty decanter for wine. "Did you bring more?"

With great effort, you sat up on your elbows, "Don't you want breakfast first?"

He shrugged, "I don't see why I can't have breakfast and wine at the same time."

You made a grimace but chuckled, scooting off the bed and trying to stand on indeed, shaky legs. Stumbling toward the door as your head was still dizzy, cleaning yourself up as best you could without a mirror. "I'll see what I can do for you, my Lord. But perhaps something slightly watered down, or that headache might creep upon you again."

He gave you a grumble as he stretched, not bothering to see you bow before you opened the door. Your gaze snapping up at the Kingsguard just outside. Critically looking for any awkwardness in him. He smiled down at you casually, still relaxed and unaware. 

You returned the grin, "Looks like the prince is ready a little early today. I'll be back in a bit with his meal."

(Part 3)(Part 4)

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Straight To My Head

I want to be where you are

Summary: All Nesta wants is to live outside of London in peace. She would like nothing more than days filled with books and quiet- a dream made impossible by the Scotsman determined to relive past battle glories on her front lawn

Big thanks to @dustjacketmusings who gave me the idea of LARP-ing Cassian, and @the-lonelybarricade for being my UK consultant once again.

Part 2: Where You Are, I Call Home | Read AO3 | Part 1

Nesta didn’t want to stay the night and as it turned out, neither did Elain. Nesta might have missed her sister sneaking out of the castle had she not been heading to the kitchen for tea, certain it was far too early to bother her. Elain hadn’t been able to meet Nesta’s eyes as she said she had things to finish and a deadline to meet, and Nesta didn’t push her. 

Though, she was curious as hell. 

And though she and Cassian had left things at a mostly decent place, Nesta was strangely embarrassed by the entire thing. It had been a moment of weakness, kissing him, and if she hadn’t just been bombarded by Tomas, she might have resisted him.

She felt immense shame Cassian had guessed what had happened with Tomas and more shame still that he wanted to avenge her. She could take care of herself. She didn’t need him. 

Elain and Nesta drove in utter silence. It was so unlike Elain not to fill the void, but everytime Nesta looked over at her younger sister, Elain was chewing on her bottom lip, her knuckles white from how tightly she gripped the steering wheel. And Nesta knew better—would have wanted the same silence had it been her lost in thought. Maybe Elain was regretting her choice to leave Graysen. Nesta could admit Feyre and Rhys seemed very in love, and their wedding had made her heart thud, had made her conscious of just how close Cassian was on that altar or how every time she dared to look at him, he was staring back with those burning eyes.

More brown than green.

Shut up, Nesta.

Elain dropped Nesta off at the train station, though she offered to take Nesta the entirety of the way. Nesta could see Elain wanted to get back—was already so far out of her way, and another three hours would be cause for Elain to spend the night before she could head back. So Nesta said no, pretended like Elain’s relief didn’t bother her, and finished her journey just in time to beat sunset.

She crawled into bed and tried very hard not to think of Cassian’s mouth, or his hands, or how he’d stopped her when she’d tried to find out what was under his kilt. 

She failed, of course. Nesta was wound up, had used her fingers instead of getting up to dig out a vibrator, while imagining it was Cassian’s mouth between her legs. She’d come, and though it was hardly satisfying, it did help her sleep. Nesta meant to sleep in. There was nothing on the schedule, and Cassian was a good three hours away from her. He’d be drinking with Rhys or Azriel—maybe flirting, maybe—

A pounding on the door pulled Nesta from sleep at seven am. She could hear it echoing through the castle, so loud she swore the walls shook. Nesta kicked off the blankets, still in a thin strapped, too clingy red night dress that cut just to her mid-thigh. Still foggy from sleep, it didn’t occur to Nesta that it wouldn’t be the police on the other end, come to warn her of some terrible tragedy.

Just a very, very irritated Cassian. She yanked open the door, eyes wide to find him with one hand raised. It fell the second he saw her, his lips parting as if to say oh.

“What?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest in both an attempt to hide her breasts and to convey her irritation. “You scared me half to death.”

He was staring at her face like he’d never seen her before. “Ye left, ye…yer hair.”

Nesta blinked. “Yes? What about my hair.”

“I’ve never seen ye wear it down,” he finally said, cocking his head to the side. Nesta swallowed, resisting the urge to touch it. Her hair was long, the tips touching the swell of her ass. Nesta’s mother had always cut her hair, brushing the strands with gentle fingers all the while cooing how lovely Nesta was.

My pretty girl.

Usually such words were reserved for Elain, but in those moments, Nesta had all her love and affection. After she died, Nesta had tried only once to go to some woman in London. She’d been fine, but when she called Nesta pretty, Nesta had started screaming at her to never say such things again, and afterward, refused to let anyone touch her hair. And while Feyre had kept her hair just beneath her shoulders, and Elain at her waist, Nesta would have let her hair fall to the floor before anyone ever took another pair of shears to it. 

“It’s a nuisance,” she said to Cassian, wishing he could just be normal and ogle her. 

“It’s lovely,” he breathed, taking a step toward her. Nesta slammed the door between them, stopped by his foot wedged between the frame to keep her from pushing her out.

“I thought we were done with this,” he said, some of his anger returning. That was better. She could work with that. 

“Why? Because you pushed me against a wall and kissed me–”

“Ye kissed me back,” he all but growled. Nesta scoffed, as if she hadn’t touched herself to that very mouth now twisted with anger.

“A moment of weakness,” she replied, holding his gaze. “It won’t be happening again.”

His brows shot up. “Oh? Is that so? Won’t be happening again, ye say?”

“Yes, Cassian.”

“Is this because I wanted tae take it slow? Ye’re mad—”

“No!” Nesta snapped, hating how her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “That would have been a mistake. It’s all a mistake.”

“Ye know what I think?”

“I think you’re going to tell me, regardless of my opinion,” she said dryly, though in truth Nesta wanted him to push open that door and force his way in. Wanted him to shove her back against the wall and kiss her until she didn’t hear the sound of her own thoughts.

“I think ye talked yerself out of me. I think yer scared I’m like tae other bawbags—”

“I’m not scared of you,” she lied. His eyes flashed, a smile creeping up his face.

“Ye are. Ye don’t need tae be, but ye are. Why, mo chridhe?”

“You’re delusional,” she retorted, heart hammering in her throat. “You’ve convinced yourself there is something between us—”

“There is something between us,” he replied, smug and self-assured. “And ye ran off yesterday instead of talking tae me about it.”

“There’s nothing to say.”

Cassian withdrew his shoe, stepping back into the Highland gloom. She knew what he expected—for her to slam the door in his face, to shut him back out. She wanted to want to do that…but the idea of closing Cassian out entirely made her stomach churn. So Nesta kept the door cracked, looking at him through the sliver, and Cassian remained where he was.

Watching. 

Waiting for her to slice him to ribbons—she could see the set of his shoulders, the way he held himself, slightly hunched as though he were physically preparing himself for a physical blow. Had she done that? Nesta swallowed.

“I’m not that kind of girl, Cassian. Alright? I just…let it go.”

“Ye are,” he murmured, his voice so impossibly soft. “Yer mine, Nes. Ye don’t have tae be that girl for anyone else—ye already are, tae me.”

“Cass—”

“I’m not going anywhere. Even if I have tae stage loud battles all day, every day just tae get ye to come out and shout at me.”

“I will,” she warned him. 

“I’ll hold ye tae it,” he replied, an easy smile gracing his features.

-*-

Nesta ought to have known she was way over her head the moment Cassian first kissed her. Certainly, by the time he’d come to her door to declare she was his. Nesta had always been good at lying to herself, and for a week, she managed to convince herself that he’d tired of her and her refusal and moved on. Sure, he kept coming back to the lawn with his canons and guns and tourists, yelling louder than before in a bid for her attention.

And yes, he was walking groceries up to her door each evening, clearly hoping she’d eventually invite him inside. Unaware she watched from a window overhead, willing herself to thank him but never actually doing it. 

Nesta could have done that forever, had she not had to go into town. It was, as usual, all Elain’s fault.

“What do you mean, masquerade ball?” Nesta hissed, the sun beating down on her neck as she made her way down the drive.

“I didn’t think I needed to explain,” came Elain’s snappish voice. What had gotten into her, Nesta wondered. Perhaps her tenant had finally chased away her sweetness. That, Nesta thought, wasn’t such a bad thing. 

“I’m not going—”

“You have to go,” came Elain’s no-nonsense tone. “People already say we ran away, that we’ve become spinsters—”

“Maybe they’re right. You go, tell them I’m…dead—”

“Nesta! Don’t make me do that. It’s one night. Bring anyone you like or no one at all. Feyre will be there with Rhysand and he’s still shiny enough to distract people from your non-existent love life—”

“And your broken engagement?” Nesta asked, trying to get a rise out of Elain. All she got was an exasperated sigh. 

“Exactly. People will stop gossiping about us so much if they see us looking healthy, and they get to talk to an actual duke, and you won’t have to come back until Christmas.”

“And you’ll be there?” Nesta confirmed.

“Of course. Where else would I be? I love parties, after all.” But there was a sour note to her words that Nesta couldn’t decipher. 

“Is everything fine?”

“Of course,” Elain, that liar, replied. As if Nesta, the queen of lying about her feelings, didn’t recognize what Elain was doing. “Make sure you’re there. If you need a dress, send me your measurements and I’ll have one shipped to you.”

And that was that. Elain ended the call before there could be any more questions and Nesta didn’t particularly care to push. Nesta made her way to Emeries, thinking of this end of the summer party her father was hosting. It was so transparent, so pathetically obvious he was trying to use Feyre’s new husband to enrich himself that Nesta nearly texted Elain she wouldn’t go before turning her phone off for a week. 

She didn’t trust Elain not to march across the country and drag her there herself, and that seemed humiliating. Nesta would go, just to see her sisters, drink on her fathers dime, and vanish before anyone had the chance to question her about how many cats she owned.

None.

Yet.

“Ye alright?” Emerie asked when Nesta pushed in, rising up from the chair behind the counter. 

“Just my ridiculous father and his ridiculous parties. My sister wants me to go–”

“What kind of party?”

“A masquerade,” Nesta replied glumly. “I don’t understand why people love them so much.”

“Romantic, I suppose,” Emerie said with shining eyes. “Yer going, then? Do ye need anything?”

“Not unless you know someone who can make me a floor length dress in a month and a half. In black,” Nesta added, cackling privately to herself. Everyone would be in warm colors—except her, the spinster.

The bogwitch. 

“Actually, I do,” Emerie said brightly. “I could, if ye like. My mum was a seamstress and I’m pretty good with a needle.”

“I’d love that,” Nesta replied. It was that easy to make Emerie happy, to set down roots in the form of friendship, and annoy her father, all at once. Which was all Nesta wanted, truly. She returned later that evening for a pint in the privacy of Emerie’s shop where Emerie gave Nesta a history of the gossip she normally provided, and convinced Nesta to stuff herself with cheese while taking her measurements. Nesta was used to the opposite—being told to fast for a solid day in order to seem thinner for the gown.

She much preferred Emerie’s way. 

The downside was, by the time they finished it was incredibly dark, not that the tourists had gotten the memo. Nesta didn’t want to tell Emerie she was afraid of the dark, nor did she want to walk up that hill. That left her with the Ensnaring Snake’s hidden passage, and the packed crowd inside. She kept her head down, trying—and failing—to not see Cassian. It was impossible not to notice him lounging in a chair like some conquering hero. 

Nesta made it all the way to the bar before she was stopped.

“Where’re ye going, lass?”

“I—”

“She’s with me, Angus,” Cassian’s smooth, if not unwelcome, voice replied. He slung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her intimately close which earned a wolfish grin from the bartender.

“Aye, behave then,” was all Angus thought to say.

“What are you doing?” Nesta demanded, shoving his arm off her shoulder the moment they were in the back,

“Walking ye home,” he smiled, pulling open the door that cut through the hillside. “And putting ye in bed.”

“Alone,” Nesta replied, though some part of her very much wanted to see him in her bed. 

Is that a question? Because I’ll hold ye tell ye fall asleep, tae. Ye only have tae ask.”

“I’m never going to ask, Cassian,” she said, plunging into the darkness with a boldness she felt only because he was with her.

“Yes, I’m starting tae think so, tae.”

“So maybe you should move on,” Nesta said, inhaling the scent of musty air in an effort to escape the richness rolling off him.

“Impossible,” he replied, grabbing her hand as they began to walk over loose stone and dirt. “I don’t know how anyone gets over ye.” 

Nesta felt as though she couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in on her, pressing her closer and closer to Cassian until she was gripping his hand so tightly she might have been hurting him. In the dark, unable to see him, Nesta could say all the things she didn’t dare when his eyes were on her. 

“No one feels that way about me. They never have. This will pass.”

“It won’t,” he replied, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Stop speaking for me. Ye don’t know how I—ye don’t see yerself right. Ye see what those bastards see, because they’re scared of ye.

I’m not, Nes. And ye cannae make me change my mind, either.”

“So what, then? You’re just going to be at my doorstep until we both die?”

“Ideally you’ll be letting me inside, but yes, that’s exactly how I imagine us.”

Nesta stumbled over the first step. “Imagine us?”

“Ye don’t?”

“I–”

“Don’t lie to me, Nes.”

“I can make it the rest of the—Cass—” 

Cassian pulled her against him, stopping mid-step to kiss her in the dark. Nesta raised her hand to slap him. She swore she did. His audacity knew no bounds, he was utterly ridiculous. Which was why, when her fingers found his skin, she plunged them into his soft hair and yanked him closer.

Cassian groaned, hauling her up easily, like she was little more than a sack of feathers. Eyes closed, Nesta used her hands to map him, forgetting where they were–though she had the sense he was somehow still walking. Not that it stopped him—Cassian was a man possessed, his tongue in her mouth, tasting her with near mindless enthusiasm. 

“Like when ye call me Cass,” he groaned against her neck. How, she wondered, had they made it to the top of the stairs? Cassian was pushing open the iron door of the dungeon, still holding her in one arm though she knew he couldn’t continue on as he was. He’d have to set her down.

And he did, if only to grab her by the back of the neck and kiss her again. His teeth grazed against her bottom lip, hands cupping her face.

“Show me yer room,” he growled, eliciting a shiver from Nesta. They were still in the brutal dark, close enough she could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

“Cass—”

He reached for the top of her dress and without preamble, ripped clean down the middle. Buttons flew in every direction, scattering loudly over the stone. Heat flooded between Nesta’s legs, her breath catching roughly in her throat. Neither of them moved, breathing softly as they waited for the other to make a move. 

He’d done it, though. Hadn’t he? Her dress was ruined and his hands were hovering between them, waiting for her to say something.

“You’re a fucking animal, Cassian,” she told him, unable to hide how breathless she was.

“And yer pussy is dripping, isn’t it?” he all but purred in response.

“Fuck you,” she whispered.

“Take me upstairs.”

Nesta grabbed him by his kilted waist, hauling him forward like she held a leash. Their teeth crashed together, inelegant and messy and yet she’d never been more turned on in her life.

“I’ll show ye a fucking animal, mo chirdhe,” he breathed, licking the column of her neck as he said it. Nesta shivered, and just because she wanted to prove she had some control, rubbed the heel of her hand against his straining erection. 

Cassian exhaled, biting the lobe of her ear. “Upstairs. Now.”

She thought it would be awkward to fumble their way through the dark, and worse still when the lights hit them. Cassian groaned softly when he saw her, breasts spilling over the ripped fabric of her dress. They collided again, this time his hands reaching for her, covering each breast easily. Callused fingers brushed her nipples, drawing what might have been an embarrassing moan had Cassian not ground himself against her.

“What’s under this?” she asked him, thinking maybe they ought to just fuck in the hall. Right up against the wall like they were no better than animals. Just like he’d promised. 

“Find out, Nes, please touch me.”

Cassian couldn’t have been shorter than six foot five and was built like a celtic warrior. Nesta, at five nine, had always felt dainty beside him—and in that moment, Nesta swore their positions reversed. He was looking up at her somehow, pleading for her to give him something.

Nesta slid her hand beneath the fabric of his plaid to find he was wearing nothing at all. 

She also found she’d been right about him. Everything about Cassian was large. Her fingers just barely curled around him, and that first pass told her he was not just thick, but long, too.

Cassian growled a string of words in Gaelic, spoken too quickly for her to make sense of. She didn’t care when he kissed her again, rolling his hips into her hand as she stroked. Nesta was careful to go slow, wanting to drag him out for as long as possible.

“Bed, Nes.” Cassian’s spoken order made her shiver. 

“I like touching you,” she whispered, kissing just beneath his ear. Cassian moaned in a huff, like it escaped him against his will. 

“Ye will just as soon as I have ye in bed,” he replied, hauling her up off her feet like he was so prone to do. Not over his shoulder, like usual, but in his arms like she was precious. Nesta ran her hand up his chest before directing him to the room they’d share tonight. 

And maybe again, after that, if she worked up the nerve. She could find a way to keep him with her, ensuring they wouldn’t be separated, which meant they could continue to have sex until she died.

Cassian kicked open her door and Nesta felt like she was the heroine in one of her novels. This was happening. It was nearly the way she imagined when she was alone, made better by the look on Cassian’s face. Tossing her to the bed, Cassian whipped off that black t-shirt before Nesta had managed to even catch her breath.

“That day at tae loch,” he breathed, removing his shoes and socks quickly, all the while watching her, “I nearly had ye in the dirt. Was so close tae begging ye I had tae walk away. Yer eyes, mo chirdhe…”

“What about them?” she asked, her heart pounding in her throat. Cassian sank to his knees at the edge of the bed, reaching for her legs, hidden in her dress. Given the top half had been ripped open, it hardly mattered when he began pulling it down. It left her only in a plain pair of underwear and nothing else. 

Cassian’s gaze flicked to her face. Running his palms up her thighs, he murmured, “I see yer eyes when I close mine. I used tae think ye were haunting me.”

“And now?” Her breath hitched when he kissed just below her knee.

“I know ye are now,” he replied, dragging his tongue up to the fabric still hugging her body. “There’ll be no getting rid of ye.”

She opened her mouth, unsure of what she was going to say. Cassian cut her off. “I don’t want tae be rid of ye, lass. I keep telling ye, but yer not listening. I think I need tae show ye.”

“Cass—” He kissed through her underwear, pouring warm air from his mouth against her aching pussy. 

“Tell me tae stop.”

“Don’t.”

Cassian groaned, resting his forehead on her leg for only a moment before pulling the last scraps of fabric off her body.

He whispered something in audible, something that sounded distinctly like a prayer. Nesta was squirming, felt so exposed beneath his gaze, his fingers. If he didn’t do something, she was going to explode. 

“Cass,” she said, trying it out for the first time. 

He shook his head, his expression so utterly and thoroughly wrecked. “Don’t beg. Not yet.”

“Not yet, what does that—” she choked on the rest of her words the moment his tongue slid up the center of her. His rumbling groan vibrated through her, settling in her chest. Nesta drew her legs up, planting her heels against the edge of the bed to spread herself wider and Cassian seized on the opportunity to explore. His tongue was everywhere, teasing and taunting as he dipped into her body before dragging back up to her clit. There was a distinct lack of elegance to the act, something selfish about the way he was going at her—as if this were as much for him as it was for her. 

Why had she denied them this for so long? Cassian’s mouth was bliss, pulling moan after moan from her until Nesta was grinding her pussy against his face, desperately chasing the gathering release that threatened to unmake her. Cassian gripped her ass, spreading her apart, kneading her skin as he drove her higher. Nesta didn’t want to be done, wanted to draw this out for as long as she could.

And she wanted to know what it would be like to have him inside her. Nesta reached between her legs, carding her fingers through his hair. Cassian moaned when she pulled while Nesta nearly screamed as one of his fingers invaded her body. She clenched tight around him, trying to breath through her nose, to calm herself down. 

“Cassian,” she pleaded, though for what, Nesta didn’t know. It wasn’t as if he was going to stop. He began to work that finger, and then a second, into her, pumping in and out as he licked and sucked at her clit. Gripping the sheets so tightly she pulled one from the corner, Nesta could do nothing but take this onslaught of pleasure. 

Nesta was grateful there was no one but them atop this hill. When she came, it was with a strangled scream that betrayed her. No one but Cassian bore witness to it, which was exactly how it ought to be. Nesta was on fire, was made of nothing but pure heat in that moment, drowning in pleasure so exquisite she could have died right there. 

Cassian kept going, discovering a secret only Nesta knew about herself. Given he was the first man who’d ever made her come, or who’d ever been interested in making her come, she supposed it made sense he’d figure it out. Cassian was still licking, his fingers curled in her body as he fucked her. Nesta had only barely come down when she was dragged right back up, shattering tight around him.

Cassian’s head snapped forward, lips glistening in the warm lamplight. “Did ye—”

“Come here, come here,” she said, wiggling further up the bed as she beckoned him. Cassian crawled after her, eyes wide and dark. 

“Have ye done this before?” he whispered, laying himself over her, still in his kilt. 

“No,” she finally admitted. 

“And…” he bit his bottom lip. “And has anyone taken it from ye—”

“No,” she breathed, cupping his face in her hands. “No. Just you, Cass”

His eyes fluttered shut. 

“Only me,” he agreed, rising up on his knees to undo his kilt. She’d never realized it was merely one long, pleated piece of fabric until he unwound it from his hips. He was naked then, his cock resting over her still convulsing pussy. Feeling and seeing were two wholly different things. Nesta raised up on her elbows to look, to drink in how obscene they were, how thick and long he was. 

“I want this,” she told him, pushing aside her nerves. “I want you.”

“I’ll go slow,” he swallowed, taking himself in his hand. 

“I know you won’t hurt me,” Nesta replied, holding his gaze. He nodded, notching himself against her, only to rub the blunt head of his thick cock through the silken, wet mess still dripping from her pussy.

“Are ye always this wet for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, because there was no use lying to him. 

“Wasted time, mo chirdhe,” he grunted, pushing himself into her. Nesta gasped, digging her nails into his biceps. It didn’t hurt—but the stretch was uncomfortable. Cassian halted, eyes searching her face.

“Don’t stop,” Nesta managed, certain the discomfort was short lived. Even women liked sex, which meant she merely needed to get through this hurdle and then she’d be free to enjoy him the way she’d been imagining. “Please, don’t stop.”

It was the please that got to him, just like she knew it would. Cassian’s emotions were all over his face. He’d never been able to hide them, but now he might as well have been screaming what he felt to her. He wanted to make her happy—wanted to do whatever she said.

So he kept going, pushing himself into her while Nesta closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. To let go, just this once.

He wouldn’t hurt her. He’d stop if she told him to. He’d get dressed, he’d walk out the door right that second if Nesta changed her mind. It was that realization that allowed Nesta to let go, to invite him into her body until she’d adjusted to the feel of him. 

Cassian seated himself with a soft grunt and a jumble of swears in both English and Gaelic. 

“Is it how you imagined?” Nesta asked, betraying her own insecurities.

“Better,” he kissed, withdrawing only an inch. Nesta gasped when he pushed back in, delighted to know she’d been right. That stretch faded into pleasure, frazzling up her spine like a shock of electricity. 

“Do it again.”

“Don’t think I could stop,” he admitted, pumping his hips. He kept his eyes on her face, memorizing her reactions. As if this was the last time she’d invite him into her bed. Nesta didn’t know how she’d manage it, but she knew she wanted him here, just like his, for the foreseeable future. 

Forever. 

She clung tight to his tattooed shoulders, face buried in his neck. It was all going to be over soon, so Nesta indulged in the feel of his muscles shifting beneath his skin, drinking in each ragged groan, each whisper of her name. Cassian was becoming erratic, his careful movements rougher, almost punishing as he pounded himself into her. 

Nesta turned his face, her own building orgasm threatening to make a fool out of her. She wanted to say too much, to reveal all the messy, ugly parts of herself to him and see if he kept looking at her like that. She kissed him instead, chasing away her fears with the taste of him.

She came, not with a scream, but whispering his name into his mouth. It was pleasure unlike anything else.

Cassian was unlike anything else. He would be her ruination, and as Nesta drifted in the warm abyss, cradled in his arms, she thought there were far more terrible things than falling in love with this man. 

“Nesta,” he whined, thrusting deeper into her. “Tha gaol agam ort, Nesta—”

He came, clutching her so tight there was no escaping. 

Nesta was exactly where she wanted to be. 

-*-

The thing about Cassian, Nesta learned, was his work ethic. She’d woken after that first night pleasantly sore, hoping to go again only to find the sounds of battle echoing up from the lawn. Her bed was empty, though Cassian’s presence lingered. He’d left his socks on her floor and a note on the side table. 

Lunch?

Dinner?

My whole life? 

-Cass

He’d given her his phone number, too. Nesta shot him a quick text, thinking ahead.

How about we start with dinner? 

After all, if he came over later in the evening, he was less likely to spend the night in the tavern with his friends, with the other women always fawning over him. He’d spend the night with her, and she’d get him all to herself. 

He didn’t respond until he was long gone from her lawn. One word was all it took to make Nesta’s heart pound.

Done.

And he came, with a bottle of cheap wine they drank on a balcony. It was here that Cassian told Nesta about his life, clearly hoping she’d reciprocate. He told her about his mother who’d died at the hands of his violent father, who’d left him in the care of relatives that didn’t particularly care much for him. It was how he’d met Rhys, a snotty boy at a stuck-up boarding school trying to live Cassian’s life for a few hours.

Cassian laughed when he told Nesta how he’d beaten the piss out of Rhys, stolen his wallet, and taken off with all the money inside. And how surprised he’d been when Rhys came back with a bruised eye and bloodied nose for his wallet the next night—and Cassian had liked him enough to give him the alcohol he'd been trying to smuggle back in. How they’d become friends, and Cassian felt like he had actual family for the first time in his life. A brother.

She wanted to tell him about her life, too. And what was there to say? That she felt overlooked and neglected as a girl? Buried under the pressure by responsibilities and expectations she’d never once actually taken on. That had been Elain, ultimately, who scooped up all their fathers wants and heaped them upon her shoulders with a smile. 

She felt ashamed to tell him her problems, even when Cassian turned those bright, hopeful eyes onto her. Lips curved in a smile, hand balancing on her knee. 

“Ye don’t have tae tell me anything,” he finally murmured, and she knew she was a coward for wanting to pretend he didn’t mean anything to her. Especially when she pulled him back into her bedroom and spent the night silently apologizing with her lips, and tongue, and teeth. 

It was like that every night. Cassian did most of the talking and Nesta listened, her head in his lap while he’d run his fingers through her hair. She learned that the laughing, likable man was a facade, a wall he put up so no one really saw him, much like her own. Cassian needed everyone to love him to prove he was worthy.

And in turn, she couldn’t allow anyone to love her in order to prove she was exactly as awful as she’d always suspected she was. Only, Cassian didn’t seem to think so. He kept coming back night after night, kept telling her all his secrets knowing full well Nesta could use all of it to break his heart. 

Nesta woke two weeks after her and Cassian had begun to the shrill ring of her cellphone. She’d been charging it again, if only to know when Cassian was making his way up to her—and to tell him good morning, not that she’d ever admit it. 

“What?” Nesta grumbled. It was early enough that Cassian was still there, one arm flung over her back, face pressed into a pillow. 

“You haven’t RSVP’d,” came Elain’s too cheerful voice.

“Elain, it’s six in the morning. Go back to bed.”

“Are you going? And who are you bringing?”

Cassian opened his eyes, mouthing, going where? She could invite him—and watch her father eviscerate him for being a bastard born no one. 

“I said I would. I’m going alone, and I’m not staying so don’t bother making up my room.”

There was a beat. “You’re not going to invite Cassian?”

Cassian had heard. “Don’t,” Nesta retorted. “I said I’d be there. Let it go.”

She hung up before Elain could press her. 

“Go where?” Cassian asked instantly. This was a test and she knew she was going to fail it. Knew the minute he dragged her back against him and pressed a kiss to her neck that she was going to fuck this all up.

“Back home. It’s nothing, Cass, really—”

“But I’m invited?”

“No.”

The easy smile on his face faltered. “Ah. Ye’d rather go alone?”

“I’d rather not go at all,” Nesta clarified, untangling herself from his grip to rise from bed. “I never want to go back and I certainly don’t want to subject you to my family—”

“I’ve met yer family.”

“No, you met Feyre and Elain. They don’t count.”

Cassian sat up, muscles gleaming gold in the early morning light. “So what, then, Nes? I’m just…I’m just the bloke yer fucking out in the country that yer London friends can’t know about?”

“What London friends, Cassian?” she snapped, pulling a robe around her body. “I have no friends back home. If I don’t go, no one would miss me—except Elain, which is why she won’t let this go.”

He watched, eyes tracking her around the room. “Are ye ashamed—”

“No,” she hissed before softening her tone. “No. I’m not ashamed, Cassian. I…”

Nesta curled her hands to fists, trying to find the exact right words that would placate him. 

“I can handle myself around that lot,” Cassian told her, and of course he could. He was best friends with a duke's son, after all. The problem was her. Nesta took a breath before walking back to the bed. She sat on the edge, looking over at him.

“I know you can. It’s me, Cass. It’s just…”

“Yer father?” he guessed. 

Nestas fingers twisted around each other violently, nostrils flaring as she tried to get her temper under control. “When mother got sick, he withdrew. He couldn’t stand to see her suffer. And all she wanted was him. She’d beg me to go get him, and I would and he’d tell me to tell her he was coming right up…but he never did. Sometimes I’d hear him walk to the door but he’d never come in. It was grief, but…”

Cassian ran his hands over the tops of her arms. 

“But ye were a wee girl, Nes.”

Nesta nodded her head, swallowing so he wouldn’t see her cry. Cassian crept forward, pulling her between his thighs so she could rest her back against the solid wall that comprised his muscled chest. She sighed.

“I can’t stand the thought of you going and standing before him, a better man than he could ever dream of being, and still being forced to endure his scrutiny. It’s one evening, Cassian. I’ll be back in the morning and I won’t have to go back for months.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “Aye. If that’s what ye want.” It wasn’t. Nesta so badly wanted Cassian to come with her. She wanted to go everywhere with him. Nesta forced herself to twist, to smile and say, “You’d hate it, Cass. There is so much dancing–”

“Do ye dance?” he asked, eyes alight.

Nesta nodded. “Until my mom died. I had lessons, I—” She almost told him that she loved it. 

Cassian smiled, kissing her cheek. 

“It’s nice tae learn something about ye, Nes.”

“You’re not angry?”

He kissed her again, dragging her back to the mattress. “Mad at ye? Mo chirdhe, that’s not possible.”

-*- 

But maybe it was. Cassian had begun skipping their evenings together in favor of seeing his friends. He still came, but not as often, or far later than before. He said he was finishing up the end of the season, that it was always hectic in the last few weeks of August, but Nesta was afraid that Cassian was pulling away. 

Nesta had to leave without telling him goodbye in person like she’d hoped. Instead, Nesta texted him, feeling stupid for letting her guard down. For believing that he liked her just as much as she liked him. 

She couldn’t stop herself from texting him.

See you tomorrow?

Cassian was quick with a response.

Yes. Miss you. 

It was, she supposed, enough for now. Nesta made her way back to London, miserable and moody and wondering why she couldn’t just tell Cassian the truth.

I’m in love with you. 

It was too late to invite him, but not too late to tell him she missed him, too. Nesta waited until she was in the dress Emerie had made for her—beautiful, shimmering black with a plunging neckline that was going to absolutely make someone’s aging grandfather angry—to text him back.

I miss you. 

She had to slip her phone into her clutch. Nesta wasted an inordinate amount of time putting on makeup and pinning half her hair off her face before she finally called a cab and made her way across the city for the theater her father had rented out to host the absurd event. With a lacy black and red mask careful stuck to her eyes, Nesta made her way into the open atrium. Feyre was there and had clearly the same thought Nesta had, if the gauzy black and silver dress all but painted to her skin was any indication. A pretty silver mask clung to her skin, making her eyes seem like concentrated starlight. 

Beside her, Rhys’s unnerving blue eyes cut around the room with amusement, his hand firmly on Feyre’s bare shoulder as though she were his shield from the nearby people looking in his direction. Desperate, Nesta thought, to talk to him. He wore a kilt with a suit jacket, which felt perfectly normal given the limited information she had about him. 

“Oh, thank God you came,” Feyre breathed, making her way to Nesta while Rhys trailed just behind like a dark shadow. 

“Where is Elain?”

“Phone off—missing,” Feyre said, eyes narrowed. “After begging and pleading for me to be here, I think she skipped out.”

Nesta only laughed. “Not Elain. She’s probably caught in traffic.”

“With a dead cell phone?” Feyre demanded archly. 

“She’ll be here,” Nesta said, only because it felt impossible that Elain would go to so much trouble to ensure both Feyre and Nesta came knowing she had no intention of coming herself. “I’ll bet she’s already inside and you just missed her.”

“She’s not,” Feyre protested as Rhys swept an errant curl from her ear. 

“I’ll prove it,” Nesta said, gliding over the glossy marble floor toward the man who’d checked her. A line of guests waited to enter, all fascinated by the dark haired Rhys still casually touching his wife. 

“Has Elain Archeron checked in?” Nesta asked, ignoring everyone as though they were little more than dirt beneath her shoe. An exhausted man dressed in tails and a top hat, flipped through his sheets before nodding.

“See–”

“She’s not in there,” Feyre repeated, clearly annoyed. Behind her, Rhys nodded silently which only served to annoy Nesta. She hadn’t asked for his smug agreement. Elain was here. 

“Fine. Let’s go look, because it says she’s here.”

Feyre fell into step with Nesta, clearly wanting to be there when Nesta was proven wrong. Ordinarily that would annoy Nesta—the only person more stubborn, more obstinate, more competitive than her was her baby sister. They elbowed their way through the golden archway, half jogging down the sweeping steps to the open ballroom teeming with people. A massive chandelier glittered overhead while rows of white lace tables were arranged around dancing couples, served by a staff of waiters in the same tails the man at the door wore. 

“All this for your stupid husband?” Nesta hissed, earning a smack against her stomach from Feyre. 

“And Elain. Father things she and Graysen will reconcile and he’ll have two daughters distantly in line for the throne,” Feyre replied without any true ire. 

“Ugh,” Nesta scoffed. 

“Of course,” Feyre mused, eyes sweeping the room with a creeping smile. “Elain is living with a Vanserra—”

“Don’t be disgusting,” Nesta interrupted, thinking of that dickish old man harassing their middle sister. 

Rhys laughed, stepping from behind his wife with a delighted smile. “Ye bastard.”

Feyre was grinning, and when Nesta turned, she understood why.

Cassian.

In his kilt and a black jacket. The waves of his hair had been carefully brushed while his beard was neatly styled and trimmed against his truly beautiful face. He was looking at her sheepishly, apology etched against his expression. 

Cassian and Rhys embraced loudly, two Scots among the polite, quiet English. Their raucous laughter made several people near them jump, which earned a very exaggerated eye roll from Feyre.

Nesta crept forward, trying to make sense of Cassian—he’d had to have left hours before her. “How—”

“Yer sister,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “She ah…she called me a couple weeks ago, asked if I wanted to go. Said ye were too proud tae ever ask and that she wasn’t coming—”

“I told you!” Feyre crowed. 

“Why isn’t she coming?” Nesta asked. 

Cassian only shrugged his shoulders. “I didnae ask. I ah…I wanted tae surprise ye.”

“It worked,” Nesta said, realizing Cassian was without a mask. Rhys had foregone one, too, so Nesta supposed it would be a Scottish tradition, then. As if anyone didn’t know exactly who they were. 

Cassian rubbed the back of his neck, his shoulders set in that familiar, defensive stance. He’d come, knowing it was likely to make her angry all because beneath all that, she’d wanted him to. Nesta swallowed, nearly as tall as he was in her heels, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m glad you're here.”

And she was when people finally became curious enough about Rhys to ignore how rude they were, interrupting the four of them sitting at a table drinking and otherwise trying to while away the time so they could respectively escape. Elain never did come, and Feyre was too busy smiling beside her husband to be a fun conversationalist once things picked up in earnest.

Nesta would have been alone—again. Miserable and frustrated until she inevitably snuck off, all the while wishing she was with Cassian. 

“Dance with me, mo chirdhe,” he murmured, pulling her from her chair.

“Since when do you know how to dance?” Nesta demanded, though she followed him all the same.

“Ye don’t ask me any questions,” he said with a smile, pulling her into the proper stance for the waltz currently playing. Of course her father would have hired a live quartet, trying to seem posher than he was.

“What questions should I be asking, then?”

He lowered his face until his lips brushed over the shell of her ear. “What I’m doing at night when I’m not with ye.”

Nesta jerked, looking up at him. “You were with friends, right?”

“I was doing this,” he explained, stepping so precisely it was clear he’d only just learned the steps and wasn’t yet comfortable enough to be fluid. “I know ye said ye weren’t embarrassed but I figured ye’d be steaming, and I didn’t want tae give ye any more reasons tae be angry.”

“Oh, Cassian,” she murmured, squeezing his hand. “I’m not angry. I was wishing you were here right until I saw you.”

“I know,” he agreed, glancing at his feet for only a moment. He was doing so well that he almost seemed effortless. But even if he’d been tripping over his feet, he still would have been the best partner she’d ever had. “I can see yer feelings on that bonnie face of yers.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“It is,” he replied smugly, handsome as ever.

“Then you must be aware that I’m in love with you? And there's no need to say it?”

Cassian stumbled. “I—ah—what?”

Nesta’s cheeks burned. She’d never said those words before and the flustered look on his face did little to calm her nerves. 

“Tha gaol agam ort,” he said, something he’d been saying since they’d first had sex. She remembered it so clearly, had been too afraid to look it up. Foolish.

“Oh,” she murmured, unable to stop the smile creeping up her face.

“Maybe since I first saw ye,” he added, his steps falling out of time with the music. Nesta didn’t care, so long as he kept his eyes wholly on her. So long as he kept his arms around her. “I was stupid, though. Couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t keep away from ye.”

“You sure know how to make a lady feel special,” she teased, still holding his gaze. 

“Let me make it up tae ye when we leave,” he replied, eyes glinting with mischief. “We’ll play sexy Scottish prisoner, cruel English—”

“Oh, stop it,” Nesta interrupted with a laugh. “We’re always roleplaying that.”

“That’s right, mo chirdhe,” he said, taking their joined hands and pressing it against her heart. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

The music ended, though neither of them moved. Barely breathed. “Good,” she replied, swallowing hard. What else could she say to that? 

Cassian grinned. “Now. Where’s yer father?”

And Nesta, smiling so wide it threatened to split her face, merely pointed in his direction. She’d take Cassian to him.

They’d go together.

[nellynello]

Prompt: Song- 'Do it for Her'; Steven Universe

TW: blood, violence, swearing

Word count: 2.6k

Royalty

Training gets difficult every day...

Right foot, left foot, clash, now step back, right foot left fo- clash!

I fall to the ground, my heart beating in my throat. I struggling to breathe from this new training routine. My opponent not making it any easier; as well with not being a magic user and all.

Running my hand through my hair and sighing through my nose, sweat continues to fall down my forehead onto my neck, and finally dripping down my shirt. I look up at the beaming sun in defeat, blinding my vision from my true opponent.

Each puff of oxygen results in my recovery from exhaustion. I can't do this anymore. Giving up would be so nice... But just think about the life you'll have after this war, fighting for this kingdom.

Fighting with your heart for the heart.

Take me back to the easier days...

"Get up"

A break from reality, I look up. Hovering my hand over my eyes to see what was before me.

Long black hair, symmetrical face, perfect body. Any girl would want to be that beautiful, strong and talented. A bit unfair yuno. To be born into a wealthy family and have flawless genetics as well. My dream is Alexia's reality.

Looking down, avoiding eye contact from embarrassment with the loss of the training match, I look down with all sorts of negative emotions.

"Pathetic"

I squint my eyes now irritated. Taking a deep breath, I pull myself up in a crouching position and pick up my fallen sword in the process.

But I come to a halt when I feel pressure on my shoulder; a foot. More of a boot, but non the less. A dirty boot. filthy and muddy from the ground. I am not the ground. What does she see me as, someone beneath her because I lost? Treating me like the earth beneath everyone. Acting as if she's the Queen of the Heart Kingdom, the Queen of fighting everyone weaker than her. Dishearting the hearts of soldiers instead of encouraging their dreams to fight for their king

My eyes widened in a mix of bewilderment and overwhelming emotions. I struggled to maintain the boiling rage inside me, clenching my jaw shut with all my might. I tried not to do something rash that I would regret, knowing the consequences of my actions could be severe.

I track my eyes over to the shoe and follow their leg up to her face.

A shit-eating grin plasters over her face, proud of what she's doing.

" Admit your defeat and perhaps I'll give you a hand up."

I stay silent. My pride overruling her ridiculous offer

"Come on, say it. Say it!"

Pressure seeps more into my shoulder, she's trying to push me to the ground. What a bitch.

By now everyone who was training has now become invested in the sudden commotion, forming a circle around us. Fuck sake.

As if my defiance enraged her, she forcefully grabbed me, using all her might to subdue me. I was thrown down with both of her strengths, completely powerless as her force crushed me. My resistance was futile, her strength was superior.

Colliding my head with the ground my vision blurs. I bring a hand to my head to find a substance, a liquid that's colour resembles the king himself. Red, red blood. Rouge. The pain starts to now engulf my head. I goan in immense pain, struggling to stay awake from the extreme blow.

"Fuck..." Whimpering in pain.

"Im almost impressed with you staying awake so long"

She steps forward, and each placement of her foot dominates the training ground.

I feel like crying from the amount of pain I am in right now. Feeling the blood drip down my face, now having to focus on the freshly opened wound. But am abruptly stopped due to another force pulling my hair up. I look up and wince from the pain endearing the extraordinary amount of torture.

The crowd around us gasps. Why has no one stopped her?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Truly pathetic. But again I'm almost impressed you haven't fainted yet."

I look away

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

I stubbornly refuse to budge. A moment too late, I notice her other hand move up before it slaps me across the face with a sharp sting. The punishment for my refusal and stubbornness, I quickly learn, is a painful slap to my face. I feel the shock of the sting and try to hold back my frustration at this mistreatment.

“Eat shit”

Bloodied and bruised she lets go of my hair and fall to the ground.

"Tsk no wonder your parents abandoned you, can't even live up to the (L/N)'s nam–"

I lunged towards her in a blind rage and slammed her to the ground. Blinded with rage. I saw nothing but red, consumed by a fury I couldn't control. Fists up, I rained strike after strike into her face, ruining her once-beautiful features. And with ferocity, I grab her hair, pulling her back up and whacking her head down with more force, feeling a rush of satisfaction as I saw her ruined face.

My breathing was heavy and ragged as I continue to pummel her, my heart still pounding in my chest. I felt no regret, no sadness, it was as if my mind was detached from my body and all I saw was her face, battered and broken. I knew at that moment that I had gone too far, but it was as if the anger took over and refused to stop.

I was finally pulled off of her by someone with enough bravery and common sense. I tried to resist, struggling against the hands that tried to restrain me, but I had done too much harm and they were strong enough to wrestle me away. But even then, all I could focus on was her, her battered face and the blood that kept spilling out. My mind was filled with guilt, but also the thought of how she deserved it for hurting so many people with brute strength and arrogance.

"No, I'm not done! Let me finish her off."

"That's enough! (Y/N) you need to stop immediately!

"NO! I'm not letting her talk about me and my family issues."

I try crawling back to the fallen soldier but fail from being restrained.

"Let go of me!"

"(Y/N) I beg you, you have to stop!"

My efforts were futile, being met with failure again. Like my whole life. I break down and feel a tear run down my face while I stare down at the ground as if I've lost everything.

I can't do this anymore, I say id do it for her; the late Queen, but... can I do it for him also. The current king.

I look up at my surroundings, my instructor kneeling in front of me.

"Lady Nello"

Shocked by her being here.

"What are you doing here....?"

"I was the one who stopped you. You don't know how strong you are, I almost lost my grip."

"What..."

Looking at her dumbfounded, my eyes trace back to the ground with overwhelming embarrassment. More tears flood my vision, becoming more unbearable by the second.

"I'm so sor–"

I now feel a warm contact wrapping around me, and I realized it was someone hugging me. The shock and confusion that hit me took me by surprise, and it suddenly dawned on me how far I had let myself go. I hadn't realized how much this anger had consumed me. For a moment, I felt comfort in the warmth of the hug, wanting to bury my head into this person's shoulder and never leave.

"It's okay... I should have been here sooner, I'm the one who should be sorry..."

Stroking my hair to soothe my mind.

"No, but–"

"(Y/N)"

She says sternly.

Third person

Finally, (Y/N) head drops into Lady Nello’s shoulder in defeat, experiencing a large amount of fatigue and pain.

Blood, sweat, and tears covered both soldiers, and (Y/N) could hardly bear to look at what she had done. After a few moments, the person on the ground began picking themselves up, now standing as they removed the blood from their nose. Alexia staggered towards the two people that were embracing, their eyes fixed on them and then the sword still in their grasp.

"This is not over yet."

She lifts her sword upwards to strike (Y/N) in the head.

First-person

I look up to see what was in front of me; causing the last dose of adrenaline to pump through my veins. I manage to push Lady Nello to the side and myself in the other direction, just about missing the murderous swing.

I took in a few deep breaths, trying to steady my nerves and regain my strength. I mustered up my strength to stand on wobbly feet. One step at a time, I managed to rise to my feet, still breathing a little heavily from all the emotions that rushed through me.

We stare, battered and bruised. Time seemed to slow down as we had an intense staring contest with one another, our eyes locked unblinking. I could feel my pulse pounding in my head, and I knew I had to show no signs of weakness. The outcome of this battle of just our eyes and our minds would be decided in the coming moments.

"(Y/N)! No, it's over! Come on, be the better person and leave it be."

I don't look back, considering whether to listen to my mentor.

Pride overtaking me, I continued to make eye contact, but I cautiously stepped backwards toward Lady Nello. This battle had to be won and I knew I couldn't let my guard down, not yet.

"Tsk such a disappointment."

It was all too much and I couldn't take it anymore. My mind was broken from pain and tiredness and I was no longer in control. I let loose all my thoughts and emotions, my whole world crashing down around me and leaving me in a dizzying fog.

"Seriously what is your problem, why are you so interested in my family issues."

"Y/N!"

Nello tries to stop me again.

"No I'm not going to stop, I'm sorry. All the stuff you've been spreading rumours about is absolute bollocks and you know it, you thought I wouldn't hear what your saying? Calling me a mistake and I shouldn't have been born because of my failures within my family business. Why does my life interest you so much? Huh... Why can't you get it through your thick head that everything doesn't involve you and my problem aren't yours to speak about?

I know I'm weaker than you, but I know damn well I might be worth something to someone being a non-magic user. Picking on the weak to make yourself deem strong makes you as pathetic as you say I am. So don't you dare think for a moment that you can continue doing this to me or ANYONE ELSE!"

Silence. Pure utter silence.

Despite the chaos, everything and everyone had gone quiet. All I could hear was my breathing, deep and shallow breaths. In and out, in and out, calming myself down.

Making everything became so clear, all my senses were heightened and it was almost overwhelming. I could hear everything, and the sound that stood out the most was you. There was an air of anticipation and uncertainty that I knew I could not ignore.

The once-deafening silence was broken by the rhythmic sound of clapping, and my heart started to pound with anticipation of who it was.

"Grarvo! Grarvo! Such a wonderful speech. So..... Inspiring...what do you think King of Diamonds."

"Could of had less profanities. But yes, I agree. Very profound."

Shooting my head to the voices. My senses now left my body instantly seeing who it was.

Straightened back, wide shoulders, with stoic faces. Both kings stood in front of Alexia, Lady Nello and I.

Whispers are heard amount the crowd around us. 'Both kings are here?!', 'The heart and diamond are here together, that's unusual.'

They both stood with formality and elegance. Well-kept red and black hair, their clothes not a speck of dust date to lay upon them and their eyes say it all; curiosity, but also disappointment with the scene in front of them.

"Lady Nello, as the supervisor of this training ground, care to specify what happened?"

The King of Diamonds asks with confidence.

"Your majesty, my deepest apologies. This was my entire fault, I shouldn't have paired these two together and I wasn't supervising this when it played out."

"But–"

I'm suddenly stopped by the intense glare Lady Nello gives me. Pure frustration and as if to say 'Don't say anything.'

Shutting my mouth and taking a big gulp immediately, I trace my head down towards the ground thinking about what the outcomes will be. What will happen to Lady Nello? She's done everything for me! She's helped me with my family issues, helped me train and learn how to fight and learn how to act in difficult situations. To then repay her with a possible demotion...

My foot begins to tap uncontrollably out of anxiety. But I force myself to look up to see what is happening. Deep black pupils seemed to pierce into my skull as if I was in the depths of the abyss and my brain was about to implode on itself from the mounting tension. It was difficult for me to think and breathe normally, every moment felt like a struggle. The atmosphere was too much and I felt was only a matter of time before I passed out from the intensity of the situation.

With my throat tight and my heart racing, the fear paralysed me in its grip. I stared at the royal and study him with an intense unease as the nervousness took over my body. All the while, the royal stared back at me with an air of authority.

His hair was a deep red that swirled perfectly. To perfect. His skin looked so clear and smooth like it belonged on a painting instead of an actual person. He was so pretty, it almost felt unnatural. So part of me was being drawn to him in the wrong way, as he's a king.

The king! A king for heaven's sake, and I was just a lowly soldier who was supposed to be loyal to him! Why was I thinking about him in that way? I felt the heat on my face as I cursed myself for the thoughts that were passing through me.

This isn't appropriate for the situation for fuck sake (Y/N)...

"Very well, due to the severity of this incident, your punishment will be discussed at further notice."

"What! No–"

"And!... if anything like this happens again consequences will be immediate and without mercy. And this goes to all of you. If anyone dares to cause a commotion like these two did today, you will be punished as equally as them."  The king of hearts finishes after interrupting me.

Feeling embarrassed, I take a look at Alexia. It looks like she wants to kill me. I ignore her out of irritation and now focus on the heart king coming towards me.

But before I could say a word, my conscience falters and I feel myself buffer and wonder why the king now has multiple heads. Dizziness engulfs my brain and I begin to pass out.

Then my head hit the ground...

BAM!

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There will be part two more related to the prompt :)

Spelling and punctuation are shit :D

[lullaebies]

Hey! Do you have any Jaehaera & Maelor headcanons?

I might as well have given birth to these kids myself, tbh 😂 Yep, of course. I'll separate this into two parts for Jaehaera and Maelor. (this is a very long post lol sorry) Jaehaera Targaryen Headcanons

To begin with, and this is not specifically my headcanon, I just kind of adopted it - Jaehaera is not exactly 'simple' despite showing attributes that may indicate it, she's hard of hearing. She has trouble following conversations/teachings and does not react much to things because she does not hear them to be alerted. Much of her struggles come from this issue going undetected.

That being said, she has her twin - Jaehaerys is louder than she will ever be and always stands close to whisper and clarify things straight to her ear. They have an almost symbiotic relationship for siblings - he fills her in on what she cannot hear and she keeps her hand [with the extra digit] locked under hers to reassure him and keep it hidden whenever he's embarrassed about it.

Jaehaera finds it the most comfortable among her dolls as a child because dolls cannot chide or rebuke her for not understanding a situation immediately. When Maelor is born, she puts so many dolls in his cradle (many of them formerly hers) so he'll feel safe too.

Helaena taught her to embroider well, and that is the 'womanly' activity that Jaehaera is most adept in and learns to express herself with. She also uses embroidery as an isolation activity when the war begins and all hell breaks loose. It's not true, but in her mind, if she keeps threading the threads and acts busy no one would bother her.

Her dragon, Morghul, is one of the most seemingly ill-fitting dragons for her personality. He is entirely black with razor teeth and red eyes and he looks terrifying even as a hatchling, but he's is very gentle with Jaehaera. She hugs him as if he is one of her dolls.

Jaehaera is generally not easily spooked. Her lack of reaction to things is also just her not believing something is out to get her until it's actually out to get her, as seen with Morghul.

She craves/asks for attention in a subtle way, because she doesn't really know how to verbalize it. An example would be something I wrote about actually - if Aegon II says he likes the color gold, she wears the color gold, because she wants her father's attention. This is really most prominent with her father because he's more absent and she doesn't know how to get his attention.

Some of her kittens from after the war is over are named after her dead family members. Rys, Mel, Mond [Jaehaerys, Maelor, Aemond]. Only subtle enough so people in the Keep wouldn't begrudge her for it. (She calls Helaena and Aegon Mother and Father - sadly that's too on the nose). She could name dolls after them, but even for her the dolls are too lifeless for that not to hurt. Maelor Targaryen Headcanons

Maelor came about in a period of some reconciliation between Helaena and Aegon II. (speaking in relative terms - I can get into it but it'll take me an hour) The birth of the twins was kind of traumatizing (Helaena was 14 giving birth to twins in medieval times, I cannot see it not being rough... this needs a oneshot smh) and both of them struggled to cope with how it all ended up. Aegon tries around 126 AC to be more present in the family in some kind of a regret spurt. When Maelor is born the birth is easier, and the fact he has no defects nor any issues is immense for both Helaena and Aegon. He is somewhat dotted upon for being both the youngest and being such a relief.

He is the absolute loudest of the three children, sobs the loudest and insists on attention the most - because he also got a bit more attention from Aegon and Helaena as a baby. He's just a clingy baby, there's no rhyme or reason for it.

When he cannot cling to Aegon or Helaena, he clings to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera as substitutes. Jaehaerys takes it up with stride and together both become absolute menaces Jaehaera has to caution all the time.

He's the type of baby that questions everything. You tell him something? "Why?" you explain it? "But why?" you try to again "But...!" he's really curious, if you tell him something you can't escape it without two hours of interrogation. Alicent often jokes/says he should go to Oldtown one day, to learn at the Citadel.

Maelor's birth's feast was the first feast Daeron has attended in KL since he left for Oldtown. Daeron also had him on his hands for almost his entire stay, answering his little questions earnestly.

After Blood and Cheese, he becomes the exact opposite - almost entirely silent, to the point Jaehaera has to goad him to talk. When he is spirited away, Ser Rickard Thorne promises to Alicent they'll reach Oldtown and he'll help Maelor learn to speak and question everything in a lively way once more. But.. canon must canon, sadly.

[awlimagines]

Well, that was a New Year’s Eve kiss you won’t forget anytime soon. Part Two

It was the last day of winter in Forget-Me-Not Valley. In the city, you would have a dozen plans that would result in remaining home to ring in the New Year alone. There was a party at the Bluebird Bar tonight, but you hesitated to attend. It wasn’t that you didn’t have anything to celebrate. In a year, you had improved the farm immensely, and villagers had commented on how great you had done. But you had yet to give the Blue Feather to someone special like Takakura suggested in the summer. You twirled the item in question between your fingertips. Takakura surely wasn’t serious about you getting married so quickly. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you glanced again at the clock. You grabbed your coat and left for the party. If this would be your last night in the valley, you’d at least go out with a bang.

GUSTAFA

You squeezed into a space, regretting your decision to come to the bar. The poor building wasn’t made to hold most of Forget-Me-Not Valley’s population at once. The worst part was you didn’t even see the one person you came for. Gustafa was absent from the party. You shouldn’t be surprised, you bitterly thought, nursing a drink. He didn’t seem to attend many events involving a crowd. The Starlight Concert was the only one you remembered seeing him. Not that Gustafa had much choice when he played, and it was outside his yurt. 

Sighing, you left the untouched drink to leave. Part of you clung to the fantasy that Gustafa would be outside his yurt. You could see him and confess that you had fallen head over heels for the musician. Of course, he would return your feelings, and you’d live happily ever after. But he wasn’t outside his yurt. You stood in the year’s last snowfall, praying for movement before walking up the path to the Goddess Pond. 

“There was snow, there was snow stretched for miles and more where we buried, where we buried our souls,” you sang. 

“Hey, I knew you could sing,” an oh-too-familiar voice chirped. 

You tried to turn suddenly, your foot slipping on the ice at the pond's edge. A yelp escaped you as you lost your balance, plunging into the freezing water. Gustafa didn’t hesitate to step into the pond after you. He anxiously helped you to your feet and away from the water. You fought a shiver and protest as Gustafa’s hand dropped from yours. As his arms surrounded you to wrap you in his warm, dry coat, you saw your chance to make fantasy a reality. You raised yourself on your tiptoes in his arms to quickly kiss him. 

“S-sorry,” you stuttered as you hurriedly ended the kiss when you felt him freeze beneath you. 

A warm flush of embarrassment swept over you as he chuckled. You vehemently wished the ground would swallow you whole when his hands cupped your face, forcing you to face him. Before you could process a thought, his lips passionately entangled with your own. You breathlessly gazed up at him when Gustafa pulled away for a moment. His slick smile contrasted with the blush of his cheeks as he murmured, “Let’s get you warmed up.”

LUMINA

You were surprised to find the door blocked. Lumina stood outside, engaged in an argument with Rock. The two arguing wasn’t surprising, but you had never seen Lumina pause at the cafe and bar. 

“I’m just saying it should have already happened,” Rock shrugged at the young woman. 

“What should have already happened?” you questioned. 

Lumina shook her head and glared a warning at Rock to shut his mouth. The blonde seemed to get the hint, mumbling, “Nothing. Lumina was looking for you. You should have already been here,” before disappearing inside. 

Her face turned red as you pleasantly asked what she needed you for. Lumina blurted out a request to meet you at the beach at midnight. The young brunette fled without waiting for your answer. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking she was too cute. Lumina would be the one you missed most. 

Time passed agonizingly slowly as you watched the clock. It didn’t help that Rock and Molly teased you about not having kissed Lumina yet. You had wanted to, even planned to, until you met her at the beach weeks ago. Lumina seemed unsure of her feelings for you then, and you didn’t want to force yourself on her. There hadn’t been another appropriate time since then. Lumina deserved a memorable first kiss was all you could think as you traveled to the beach. You decided to confess, if nothing else, tonight. You could leave guilt-free if you at least did that, but your resolve melted as you spotted her speaking with the twins.

“What’s going on?” you asked as Lumina hurried to your side. 

“Charlie and Cole are here to help me show my feelings. T-this is how you make me feel,” Lumina frantically signaled the twins. You watched in wonder as fireworks in the shape of hearts burst in the sky, showering down sparks of color. Your attention diverted from the show as Lumina’s hands laced behind your neck, pulling you to her level. Your hands wrapped around to pull her close as you smiled into a kiss you’d never forget.