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Contemplando quel popolo di giganti, di eroi, di atleti, di figure volanti, di cavalli impennati e domati.

Museo Hendrik Christian Andersen - Roma

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こんにちは 名古屋店 コジャです。

毎冬楽しみなアイテムの一つがネルシャツ。 2023 AW Lot 3104 FLANNEL SHIRTS全柄のデリバリーが終えておりますよ。

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先ずはA柄のブロックチェック。 今冬はやや淡目＋BLACKの４色展開。

A柄なら、 この柄構成でマーブルボタン・フラップ無しetc…。 というのも浸透してきましたねぇ。

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紫よりのネイビーカラーにブラックを基調とした二色。

レイカーズカラーのようなネイビーは、 バスケッ��好き、 いやそうでなくてもこの好配色は多くの方が反応してしまうのではないでしょうか？？

ブラックは髙木が好きそうですね〜。 お客様から髙木へ、 「こんなん好きやろ？」という会話が幾度となく繰り広げられるのが想像出来ます笑。

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今季はネイビー・グリーン・ブラウン系統のカラーリングが例年より多く感じます。

そういった配色が好きな方は頭を抱えてますねぇ笑

来年はまた違った色展開になるので、 ハマるのモノが多い方は思い切って数枚、 なーんてのも◎

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ブラウン・ブルーグリーンカラーの縦横に走る細いラインに、 サックス（ブルーグリーン）やレッドの太めのラインが交差してステキなチェック柄構成。

ソレゾレの生地に対して付けられたグレー・ブラウンのボタン。 小さいな部分ですが配色に合わせたボタンでこんなにも雰囲気が変わるもんですね～。

数ある柄の中でも最も御予��が多かった為、ブルーグリーンに関しては店頭分が御座いません。 店舗によっては多少店頭に並んでいるかもしれませんが極々少量となっております。

私も大好きな赤×青×白（ブルーグリーン）のトリコロール。 狙っておりましたが案の定ゲット出来ず。。。

ゲットできた人が羨ましいっ(T_T)

※ブルーグリーンに関しては御予約分が行き届いてないサイズが御座います。 キャンセルが出れば御予約店舗よりご連絡差し上げます。 キャンセルが出ない際は連絡を差し上げることは御座いません。 ご迷惑をお掛けして申し訳御座いませんがご了承の程宜しくお願いします。

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大き目なチェックパターン。 ��じ柄構成なのに色味の違いで全く別物に見えますね。

寒色がお好きな方。 イエロー、ブラウン系がお好きな方。

ネルシャツはそれぞれの好みのカラーリングでバスっと分かれるのも、 お客様とお話してて面白いポイントです。

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全ての柄が店頭分は少なくサイズを選べず断念してしまうケースがあるかと思いますが。。。 手に出来なかった際は御了承の程願います(_ _) 是非御覧下さいね〜。

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Friday, November 1st FARM UPDATE

Fruiting bodies, dark and interesting places, mesmerizing granite. Oh my.

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Fallece un motorista al sufrir un accidente en la carretera AL-3104 en Almería

Un motorista ha perdido la vida esta madrugada en un accidente ocurrido en la carretera AL-3104 en Almería, según informa Emergencias 112 Andalucía, servicio adscrito a la Consejería de la Presidencia, Interior, Diálogo Social y Simplificación Administrativa de la Junta de Andalucía. El accidente se produjo a las 3:45 horas cuando, según los testigos que alertaron al Teléfono de Emergencias 112,…

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UglyDolls Nie Doskonała Przygoda PL - GRA Ps4 - Opole 3104

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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (1)

Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc; 3104)

Jake knew a saying; held onto it ever since he had resided amongst Na’vi– every person is born twice. While he believed that it meant that the second time is when you earn your place here in Pandora, Eywa had a clever way of broadening the idea. His very children were proof of it.

He thinks it’s the great mother’s way of compensation, perhaps a second chance for him to do better– to do his very best to keep them alive on behalf of those he lost. 

While Kiri was a special case enough, you too were an odd one. 

You are Tsu’tey's daughter. Turns out, he had someone in secret while he trained to become olo’eyktan– when he was supposed to take Neytiri for himself. It was taboo– absolutely wrong to become unfaithful to one’s mate. But following the carnage of the great war, when Tsu’tey had so selflessly sacrificed his life, only then did Tsi’ewa came forward; told everyone of their love and what could have been. She was a simple songstress along Ninat, but it was her round and bulging belly that caught everyone’s attention.

It caused an uproar and understandably so. After all, Neytiri had only announced her rebellion with Jake not long before, but when the people connected the dots themselves and both stories had become one, they understood that their hearts merely yearned for another and no one should have ever dictated otherwise. Arrangements had been made and condolences were exchanged— everyone can only look back and wish that things could have been different.

Jake was supposed to take you under his wing as a way of honoring him– he owed Tsu’tey his life and perhaps an apology as big as so. But after your mother had unfortunately died during your birth, he knew to himself that he had to take you in; not as a responsibility, but as his own blood and flesh. His first daughter.

You were the loudest baby, he recalled. That day, Jake had rocked your body back and forth in his arms frantically, while Mo’at and Neytiri did everything within their power to help Tsì'ewa. Your cries were ear-splitting, enough to wake the whole clan up. 

“Just what do I do with you,” He muttered under his breath, eyebrows knitted in frustration– just where do he hold you? Is he doing it right? Are you hurt? Why are you crying so loud?

“Jake, the baby!” Neytiri’s shout from inside had cut his train of loud thoughts, snapping back to your bawling. He wasn’t doing such a good job. 

“I’m trying, Neytiri– this thing won’t budge.”

Neytiri had emerged from the hut, stomping her way to Jake with a scowl. "That is not a thing, you skxawng!" she exclaimed before gently scooping you up from his arms, cooing softly to you– though it was more like mocking him instead. “Does Jake here make you cry?” She said, patting your thigh soothingly. “He’s not at all pleasant to look at, but you have to get used to it.” 

Almost in an instant, your cries had died down. You babbled along with her, like you were agreeing with her every word. He slowly pulled himself closer to Neytiri, eyes wide with curiosity as he watched your small hands playing with her long braids. “Heh, she has Tsu’tey’s eyes,” He whispers, unable to look away. 

The flap of the hut swinging open was the only thing that got their attention, momentarily away from yours as they looked at Mo’at with anticipation. With a single shake of her head, sorrow surged their hearts, eyes traveling back to your innocent ones. They mourned for you; an unknowing child should never have to carry such grief. They had to make a choice– A responsibility they weren’t expecting to have so early. 

Jake mindlessly trails his finger down your stomach, gently, like you were the most fragile thing. Your little hand wraps around it and it was like you had binded his scattered thoughts into one big understanding. 

Sully. You’re one of them now.

Jake releases a breathless chuckle as he gazes upon his lover and you with a newfound clarity, a perspective so bright it illuminated in his very eyes. Then came an idea– the desire of having children of their own. Perhaps that’s why Neteyam came after only two years. You were quite the ploy; the push they needed to start a family.

You were truly blessed– the genius of your age was undeniable, your remarkable talent soon earning you the admiration of all who had seen it. By the time you turned six, you had already mastered many of the abilities that a hunter would need– your skills with a bow were unrivaled by most of the children your age, let alone those who were much older than you. They'd marvel at your accuracy each time you took aim with an arrow. You could never miss. You had to make sure you didn’t. 

By the age of 12, you had already accompanied Jake in hunts. You had developed a knack for planning, coming up with routes and back-up plans that were often surprisingly effective. You have proved to be helpful plenty of times. You were quick, silent– full of poise. They often wondered if you were an old, seasoned soul trapped inside a little girl’s body. 

But as quickly as the spotlight had shone down on you, it left almost as soon as it had come.

(“What you did today was reckless, y/n.” Jake settles his bow on the table aggressively, emitting a sharp thud. You were just as frustrated, throwing your satchel down the floor of the hut. 

The mission had gone rather wildly, with things not going along the plan. There was another airship– one that no one was aware of. Your instincts jolted your body, immediately throwing an explosive towards it which had it blowing all over the place– its pieces crashing and causing a wildfire. 

Jake argued that there could’ve been a more safer way. One that didn’t have to risk more of our resources and supplies; one that didn’t have to injure the other warriors. Of course you knew to yourself that you did the right thing. You did what you had to do. 

 ‘You could’ve been hurt and got others killed! Just what were you thinking?” He continued to berate you. You jest that if this went on, there’d be steam visible above his already heated head. 

“I had to take a risk– not everything goes to plan and this is proof of it.” You answered back with a scowl, “If I hadn't, there would’ve been more casualties.” 

“That’s not a call for you to answer to! Jesus Christ,” Jake runs his palms down his face, grunting, before looking back at you– expression suddenly tired and soft. “Come on kid, where’s that sweetheart who always listened to what I said?” 

You had scoffed, a hurt forming on the pits of your stomach. “That sweetheart once had a place in plans before.” You said, eyes unwilling to look at him. It weighed in your heart heavily– why did people assume that you were the only one who changed? You didn’t understand. “Pretty sure the Jake before was a good listener too.” 

The wrinkle in between his eyebrows deepened in confusion, but he never was one for confrontation. With a single dismissive grunt, he turns his back against you. “I’m way past your attitude. You’re grounded. Go.”)

As you grew, the resemblance to your father became ever more apparent. Jake started noticing the many similarities between the two of you; the way you walked– how you sauntered confidently through a crowd. Your braids would move along your heavy steps (and perhaps, that’s where Neteyam got his mannerism of swaying his too.), shoulders wide and proud. You even had his signature snarl, something Tsu’tey was known for that unfortunately seemed to have been passed down to you too. 

However, it was more than how you brought yourself. You were strong-willed– stubborn. 

There was another thing about you too. You didn’t call Jake dad anymore. It hurt him– left a heavy feeling on his chest every time you regarded him so distant. It was unfair that you still called Neytiri mom, why did it have to change with him? He didn’t have the heart to address it. Couldn’t ask you what went wrong. 

Because he knows damn well why. 

Lo’ak was enough of a headache, but you were a different kind of royal pain in the ass, more like a personal problem. It was tiresome. Petty. There was not a day that you and Jake wouldn’t argue and bite each other’s ass off– and yet, there was never a day where you two would talk it out. The fights would blur itselves out and before they knew it, things would be back to normal, only for it to fall out again over something small. It was routine. The only thing normal for you both. 

He missed you– missed his baby. Just when did you grow to become so distant? When did he start to overlook you?

You’ll admit, you might have indulged in the folk’s gossip. They always had a story for everything and they have plenty about your father. Tsu’tey was a fit olo’eyktan. He had proved so in his training and determination. Of course it was a low punch in the gut when the throne had been passed to an outsider– a demon, most of all. It was unfair, he knew it wasn’t right. A washed up marine had taken something he had worked for like it was nothing. Like he was nothing. 

You pitied your father and you feared you’d be like him– like nothing. 

And history might just repeat itself. You weren’t clueless– wasn’t blind to the fact that Jake had trained your brother more. He adored him so much that the very moment he was in the right age to train, you were off to fend for yourself; trained all alone while Jake went over the routine with Neteyam like he did with you. You remembered waiting for him every afternoon because he promised that he’d make time– that time was yours and yours only. But as the light bled and neared eclipse and you were too cold to wait outside, you learned never to wait again. 

They would come home soon after– smiles on their faces and a handful of apologies for you. 

Soon enough, your suspicions proved you right as the people started to talk again; Neteyam– the golden child. He would make a good olo’eyktan. 

Perhaps that would explain the drift between you and Neteyam too. Could they blame you for it? You had lost their attention so early– while you still needed them. You weren’t their kid and you were reminded of it everyday. In times when you didn’t know if you had space in the family hammock while they sat together, telling stories under the starry sky. You pretended to have fallen asleep everytime; back against them as you listened. In times where the family was growing and growing, until the small table wasn’t big enough for everyone anymore– or in this case, for you. 

(“Come on, ma’ite, what are you doing so far from here?” Neytiri had called for you when she noticed how distant you were from everyone. You silently scooted beside her, wooden bowl in your lap. “Look, I prepared your favorite.” 

It wasn’t. You hated it. You hated the tangy taste of it so badly. But you had decided to eat what was left on the table after everyone had gotten their meals and there wasn’t usually enough for you. Neytiri thought nothing of that– didn’t think that you eating only scraps and dried fruit was because there wasn’t anything else for you to have. She simply thought that it was your favorite and had been making it for you ever since.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her. Not when she thought she had been doing well with preparing it. You kissed your teeth, smiling tightly as you lifted the food to your lips, eating silently. “Thank you, it’s good.” You muttered under your breath after.) 

But you were family; they said so themselves. When they tucked you in to sleep, when they patted your head. They were still present now, just not in the way you wanted– not in the way you longed for. It seemed like making them angry was the only way you could have their attention– particularly, your dad. You could never make Neytiri mad. She tries to understand you, she does. Explaining now just seems so.. Petty. So childish, you decided to push her away instead. 

What do you tell her? That you only let dad blow a fuse or two was because you missed him? Because you didn’t know what went wrong? 

So there goes your routine. 

“I just don’t understand why I can’t be olo’eykte.” You had brought up again, lips in a familiar snarl. “You tire me and for what? Kiri is already training to be Tsahik– just what would my place in this clan be?” 

“We are not having this conversation again, y/n. Not tonight.”

Jake had just returned from a particularly bad hunt; went home empty-handed and with a patience as thin as a strand of hair. He continued to sharpen his dagger, movements almost aggressive. Everyone immediately went out of his way, not wanting to be on the end of his temper– not you though. You could never get a hint, it seems.

“Yes, tonight! My ceremony is almost near, sir. I have been waiting.”

It wasn’t like he had a reason anyway. Jake couldn’t tell you because he had no reason as to why. Why couldn’t you be olo’eykte? You had all the skills to be one, even more so. But in the back of his mind, a thought so deep and petty that he couldn’t bear to say, tells him that the name he carried was something to gift his eldest son. Olo’eyktan was a privilege reserved for Neteyam. He never thought to have you so early– he always dreamed of having a son first. 

“Wait more.” 

“This is insane– sa’nok!” You had turned to Neytiri, eyes pleading. She quickly grasps your arm and tries to tug you back towards the exit, speaking in a soft but firm voice as she tries to soothe the tension.

“Ma’ite, why don’t we go out for a walk?” She whispers. To be frank, she was tired of this– never of you, no. But at the way things had been. Parents aren’t parents automatically just because they have had children of their own. It’s a skill they have yet to muster– to truly understand. She didn’t know where the line between you and her had blurry along the years. Didn’t know where this constant need of yours to be seen came from. 

You jerked your arm away from her, almost too harshly. It tugged on her heartstrings, not knowing what was going on with you. “I cannot wait anymore.” You said, taking two steps towards Jake with an unreadable anger– an anger he didn’t know when had stemmed from. 

“Is it because I’m not your daughter?” 

His eyes widened. A flash of vulnerability visible in his gaze, momentarily softening his glare. “You stop this right now, y/n.” He had stood up, tucking the dagger back to his loincloth. Jake’s larger frame towered over you, telling you to drop it– to leave the conversation. But you weren’t backing down. 

“I am your eldest–! You trained me earlier than Neteyam, I have been here long enough–”

“You aren’t ready!” He had shouted with the same fierceness, earning a dirty look from Neytiri.

“Why won’t you see me?” Your voice had softened, borderline begging– just a bit, but enough for his ears to flatten in response. He knew that beneath those few simple words lay many layers of underlying meaning; emotions that have yet to be spoken. 

But he turns his back against you dismissively anyway. “Neytiri, get her out of here.” 

Neytiri grabs you by the arms again, although a bit forceful now, but just enough for her to touch you– to have you in between her arms. She embraced you, like she was trying to keep the words from escalating. She feared one of you would say something out of line; something you both would regret. 

But on the brink of the tension– the severity of the situation, you had muttered. Your voice was muffled, but it was clear. The message was oh so crystal. “You took everything from my father.” 

Jake grunts, “Yeah? Well maybe your father wasn’t enough either.” 

“Jake!” Neytiri hisses and although Jake couldn’t see her, he knew very well he was getting quite the conversation with his mate too. 

It was a low blow. Unnecessary. A straight strike to the gut. It was a pain so bitter, you didn’t want it to linger any longer– you were nauseous. You wanted no more than to vomit everything that spiraled out of your stomach. 

“You want to lead so badly and you can’t even control your temper. No clan wants a hot-head for a leader.” But he kept going– relentless and cruel. “You ought to be someone else’s shadow.” 

“But I’m your daughter,” Your tone had softened, almost cracking as the lump in your throat grew. Tears blurred your vision, threatening to escape as Neytiri held you close. 

“And yet you never listen to me— because I’m not exactly your father, yeah?” With one last glance, he stepped out, passing his children who stayed just outside the door, listening. Jake opens his mouth, desperate to ease the tension– the discomfort written in their faces, but he quickly shuts it and continues to walks out. He had said enough for tonight. There was nothing saving his face from this. It was best if he left instead. 

“Oh, ma’ite.” Neytiri rocks her body along yours, drawing soothing circles on your back but the embarrassment settles in your chest– gnawing at your body. You catch a glance of the pitiful looks from your siblings as they try to enter the hut silently. 

How could you make a mess out of yourself in front of them? Why had you let this blown over?

You retracted slowly from your mother’s hold, wiping your tears before running the opposite way from where Jake had gone to. It was better if you left instead.

mauve here! finally done writing this after racking my head for weeks. wanted it to be relatable (??) as much as possible, idk why. there is just something therapeutic w writing about your past issues <3 but i hope this one's alright!!! really excited to finally post this heheh

lots of kisses!

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「 hold my hand, please, one last time.」

⤷ info: kazuha, albedo, aether, xiao, wanderer x gn!reader || angst, this is based on the prompt “can i hold your hand?” (or “can you hold my hand?”) || wc: 3104

⤷ warnings: death, this is v v angsty

⤷ extra: i wrote this a while ago back on soleillunne and decided that it was too good to be gone forever lmao

kazuha.

The battlefield was strewn with chaos, and amidst the clash of swords and the cries of war, Kazuha fought with all his might, his heart burdened with the weight of the lives at stake. He had hoped that his skills with the blade and mastery of the Anemo vision would be enough to protect those he held dear, but fate had other plans.

As the battle raged on, he caught a glimpse of his lover, a skilled warrior whose presence had always brought him comfort and strength, you. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that exchange, you understood each other without uttering a word. It was a silent promise that you would find each other amidst the chaos.

But the tide turned against you, and the enemy’s forces seemed endless. Despite your best efforts, the defenders were overwhelmed, and Kazuha found himself standing back-to-back with you, defending against the onslaught.

In the midst of the chaos, an arrow found its mark. Time seemed to slow as the arrow pierced through your chest, and the world around you faded into the background. Kazuha’s heart clenched in horror as he caught you, your strength waning with each passing moment.

“Kazuha,” you gasped, blood staining your lips. “Can I hold your hand?”

Tears welled up in Kazuha’s eyes as he clutched your hand tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort amidst the pain. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice trembling with grief.

Your hand trembled in his grasp, and Kazuha could feel your life slipping away like sand through his fingers. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the light in your eyes began to fade. You smiled weakly at him, a bittersweet expression filled with love and regret.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sounds of battle. “I wish… we had more time.”

“Don’t speak like that,” Kazuha pleaded, his voice breaking. “We’ll get through this. I won’t let you go.”

But you knew better, and as your strength waned, you continued to smile at him, your touch growing weaker by the second.

“I love you,” you murmured, your breath becoming shallow. “Always…”

Tears streamed down Kazuha’s cheeks as he held you close, trying to shield you from the harsh reality of the world around you. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the events that led to this tragic moment, but life was unforgiving in its cruelty.

Your hand in his grew colder, and your breathing ceased. Your life force, once vibrant and strong, slipped away, leaving behind only a lifeless body in Kazuha’s arms.

Kazuha held your hand tightly, unable to let go, as if keeping that connection alive could somehow bring you back. He cried out in anguish, the weight of grief crashing down upon him like an unforgiving storm.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Kazuha felt an emptiness he had never known before. He had lost not only a lover but a confidant, a soulmate with whom he had shared dreams, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

And as the battle raged on, Kazuha clung to your lifeless hand, lost in sorrow, with a heart that would forever bear the burden of their memory.

albedo.

Albedo’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his you in his arms. He was just about to descend from his lab on Dragonspine to meet up with you as he promised, only to see you laying on your own blood at the bottom of the mountain. He had seen you only hours prior, he’d laughed with you, but now, all that remained was a sea of sorrow, the bitter taste of loss overwhelming his senses.

He looked down at the face that he had cherished so dearly, now drained of all warmth and life. Your eyes, once filled with light and love, now stared back at him with a haunting emptiness. Albedo’s hands trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.

“Can you hold my hand?” a weak voice whispered, barely audible amidst the sounds of grief and despair that surrounded them. Albedo’s heart wrenched at the sound, and he quickly took your freezing hand into his own.

Tears streamed down Albedo’s cheeks as he clutched your hand tightly. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice breaking with pain. “I’ll hold your hand for as long as you need, my love.”

He brought your intertwined hands to his lips and placed a tender kiss on the once-warm skin, now cold and lifeless. Memories of your time together flooded his mind – the laughter you shared, the dreams you nurtured, and the love you built with each passing day. Now, all that was left were shattered hopes and dreams.

“I’m so sorry,” Albedo whispered, his voice filled with regret and guilt. “I couldn’t protect you. I failed.”

You weakly shook your head, mustering a faint smile. “No, don’t blame yourself,” you managed to say. “You… you brought me so much happiness, Albedo. Please, don’t forget that.”

Albedo’s heart ached at the words, realizing that he had to find the strength to carry on without you. But it felt like an impossible task, as if the very essence of his being had been torn apart.

“I don’t know if I can,” he confessed, his voice trembling with sorrow. “You’re my everything.”

You fingers tightened around his hand as if trying to hold on just a little longer. “You’re strong, Albedo. Stronger than you know,” you said, your voice barely audible. “Promise me… you’ll keep going… for both of us.”

Albedo nodded, his tears falling freely now. “I promise,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ll live for the both of us. But it won’t be the same without you.”

Your breaths became shallower, and Albedo knew that your life was slipping away. He leaned closer, trying to memorize every detail of your face, never wanting to forget.

“I love you,” you whispered, your words fading like a gentle breeze. “Always.”

“I love you too,” Albedo replied, his voice choked with emotion. “Always and forever.”

And with those final words, your grip on his hand slowly weakened until it was gone completely. Albedo held onto your hand a moment longer, pressing it against his heart as if trying to keep your love alive within him.

As grief consumed him, Albedo felt a mix of emotions. Sorrow, anger, and a deep longing to see his lover again, even if it were just for a moment. But he knew he had to continue, to honor your memory and the love you shared.

Albedo gently laid your body down, closing your eyes with tender care. He stood, feeling the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders, but also the weight of your love, and your belief in him, pushing him forward. Though his heart was shattered, he would carry your love with him, always.

And as he walked away from that place of sorrow, he knew that the pain would remain, but so would the memories of a love that would never truly fade away.

aether.

Aether’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his dying lover in his arms. The battlefield around them had turned into a chaotic canvas of destruction, but his attention was solely focused on the person he held dear. You were slipping away, and he could feel your life force fading like a waning star.

“Can you hold my hand?” you whispered, your voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of war. Aether’s eyes filled with tears, and he gently clasped your frail hand in his own, interlocking your fingers. His touch was warm, providing a sense of comfort amidst the pain.

“I’m here,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I won’t let go.”

Your breathing was shallow, and your once-bright eyes were now dim, but you managed a faint smile. It was a bittersweet expression, as if you were trying to convey so much in that fleeting moment. Memories of you flooded Aether’s mind, from the first time you met under the starlit sky to the promises you made to each other.

“You have to promise me,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “that you’ll keep going. That you’ll find happiness again.”

Aether couldn’t find the strength to respond, his throat constricted with grief. He knew that in a world without his lover, life would lose its luster, its purpose. But he understood that you were trying to ease his pain, even in your last breaths.

“No,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I can’t bear to live without you. Please don’t leave. Not you too.”

You smiled again, a mixture of sadness and love in your eyes. “You are strong, Aether, and you will find the strength to carry on. I will always be with you.”

Aether’s heartache intensified, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. He wished he could freeze time, to hold you forever, but he knew it was slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.

“I love you,” you said, their voice fading into a whisper.

“And I love you,” Aether replied, his voice breaking.

Your grip on his hand loosened, and Aether felt the last pulse of life slip away from you. He held onto your hand a moment longer, not wanting to let go, but eventually, he lowered it gently to your chest.

In that moment, as the world around him continued to rage with chaos, Aether felt an overwhelming emptiness inside. His lover was gone, and the pain of your absence consumed him. But he knew he had to honor your last wish—to find a way to live without you, to keep your love alive in his heart.

With tears in his eyes, Aether kissed your forehead one last time before he stood, facing the uncertain future that lay ahead. Your love would forever be his guiding light, and he would cherish every memory, every moment you had shared.

And as the battles raged on and the world continued to turn, Aether vowed to carry your love with him, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. Though your physical presence was gone, your love would endure, a reminder that even in the face of loss, the power of love could transcend beyond the boundaries of life and death.

heizou.

Heizou knelt on the cold, damp ground, cradling your cold body in his arms. He had just returned home from work, when the last thing he expected to see was see you laying on your own blood in your shared home. He held you closer, your blood staining his hands, mingling with his own tears. His heart felt as though it had been torn apart, and the pain was almost unbearable.

The world seemed to slow down as Heizou stared into the fading eyes of his beloved. Each second felt like an eternity, and yet, it was slipping away all too quickly. He could see the struggle in your gaze, the effort it took to speak those final words.

“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered, your voice getting lower with each word.

Tears streamed down Heizou’s face, and he gently clasped your trembling hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. He felt your warmth slowly waning, and he held on tighter, as if he could somehow will life back into you with the strength of his grip.

“You don’t have to ask,” Heizou choked out, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll hold your hand forever.”

You managed a faint smile, your strength visibly waning. “I… I love you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” Heizou replied, his voice trembling. “You’re my everything, my reason for living.”

As the commotion outside your shared home began to get louder, the people having noticed the blood stains, Heizou’s focus remained solely on you. The world outside ceased to exist for him, and he poured all his love and energy into holding you, trying to be your anchor in this storm of pain and suffering.

In your last moments, you clung to each other tightly, as if afraid to let go. Heizou’s heart ached as he felt your life slipping away from him, the person who meant more to him than anything else in the world. He wished he could have done something, anything, to save you.

But in the end, all he could do was be there, holding your hand, providing them with comfort in their final moments. Heizou would carry the weight of this loss forever, the memories of you etched into his soul.

Even as people left you two alone and the world moved on, Heizou remained on that cold, damp ground, cradling the body of the one he had loved and lost, his heart forever scarred by the pain of that fateful day.

xiao.

Xiao knelt on the damp ground, his heart pounding with anguish as he cradled your shaking form in his arms. The battlefield around you was silent, the chaos of the battle having retreated, leaving behind only the echoes of suffering and loss.

Your once bright eyes, now dulled by death, stared up at him, and Xiao couldn’t bear to look away. Your hands, once intertwined in a promise of eternity, now lay limp and still. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Can you hold my hand?” your voice was a faint whisper, barely audible amidst the devastation surrounding them.

Xiao’s heart shattered at those words, but he gently took your hand in his own, holding it with all the tenderness and love he had for you. “I will always hold your hand,” he choked out, his voice breaking with grief.

You managed a weak smile, the corners of your lips lifting slightly. “Even in death,” you murmured, your voice barely reaching Xiao’s ears.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, my love,” Xiao vowed, his fingers trembling as he clung tightly to the hand that was growing colder by the second. “Even to the ends of this cruel world.”

Your breathing grew fainter, and your grip on his hand loosened. Xiao felt his heartache intensify, knowing that he couldn’t change the cruel fate that had befallen you.

“Thank you… for loving me,” you whispered, your voice a mere thread of sound.

“Thank you for making my life meaningful,” Xiao replied, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m grateful for every moment we shared.”

Your eyes locked for a final time, and in that fleeting moment, a lifetime of love and memories passed between you. Xiao wished he could freeze time, to hold on to this moment forever, but life had other plans.

As the last breath left your lips, Xiao leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Rest now,” he whispered, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll carry you in my heart. Until we meet again.”

He remained there, holding your lifeless hand, as tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the blood-stained soil beneath you. Xiao knew that a part of him had died that day with his beloved, but he also knew that your love would live on, eternal and undying, no matter the circumstances.

wanderer.

Wanderer knelt on the ground, his heart pounding in his chest as he cradled you in his arms. The world around you seemed to blur, the noise of battle fading into an eerie silence. The battle had been brutal, and he had fought with all his might to protect the one he loved, but fate had dealt them a cruel hand.

Your once vibrant eyes now glistened with pain, and a weak smile graced your lips. Blood stained your clothing, and Wanderer could feel your life slipping away.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t have much time, do I?”

Wanderer choked back a sob, clutching your body tightly. “Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. We’ll get you help.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, but it quickly turned into a cough. “You can’t lie to me, my love.” you managed to say, your breath shallow.

Tears finally streamed down Wanderer’s face as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry if I didn’t say it often. I can’t bear to lose you.”

You trembled in his grasp, and gazed into his eyes with a mixture of love and sadness. “Can I hold your hand?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

Wanderer nodded frantically, intertwining his fingers with yours. He held your hand close to his heart, hoping that somehow he could transfer strength to you.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, tears pooling in your eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and full of affection, reserved only for you. “You won’t have to. Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll get you help. We’ll face this together.”

Your grip tightened weakly on his hand. “You’re my light, my love, my everything,” you murmured. “You always have been. Promise me you’ll keep shining, even when I’m gone.”

Wanderer could feel whatever was left of his heart shatter with your words. “I promise,” he choked out. “But you can’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.”

Your breathing grew shallower, and your voice became softer. “You’re strong, my love,” you said. “You’ll find a way. Remember me, but don’t let my memory hold you back. Live your life to the fullest. Find happiness again.”

“I can’t imagine life without you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “How am I supposed to go on?”

Your only response was a brief smile, and he squeezed your cold hand tightly. “I’ll never let go,” he vowed. “Not even when you’re gone.”

Your breathing slowed, and your eyes locked with his one last time. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice fading away.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice cracking.

And then, with your hand still clasped in his, you were gone.

Wanderer held your lifeless form closer, his tears falling like rain. He knew that life would never be the same again, that a piece of his heart had been taken with you. But he also knew that he had to keep the promise he made. With a heavy heart, he stood, carrying your memory with him as he faced the world without you, knowing that he would always carry your love and light with him.

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2024 July 22

Chamaeleon Dark Nebulas Image Credit & Copyright: Chang Lee

Explanation: Sometimes the dark dust of interstellar space has an angular elegance. Such is the case toward the far-south constellation of Chamaeleon. Normally too faint to see, dark dust is best known for blocking visible light from stars and galaxies behind it. In this 36.6-hour exposure, however, the dust is seen mostly in light of its own, with its strong red and near-infrared colors creating a brown hue. Contrastingly blue, the bright star Beta Chamaeleontis is visible on the upper right, with the dust that surrounds it preferentially reflecting blue light from its primarily blue-white color. All of the pictured stars and dust occur in our own Milky Way Galaxy with one notable exception: the white spot just below Beta Chamaeleontis is the galaxy IC 3104 which lies far in the distance. Interstellar dust is mostly created in the cool atmospheres of giant stars and dispersed into space by stellar light, stellar winds, and stellar explosions such as supernovas.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240722.html

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Chamaeleon Dark Nebulas, 2024-07-22

Sometimes the dark dust of interstellar space has an angular elegance. Such is the case toward the far-south constellation of Chamaeleon. Normally too faint to see, dark dust is best known for blocking visible light from stars and galaxies behind it. In this 36.6-hour exposure, however, the dust is seen mostly in light of its own, with its strong red and near-infrared colors creating a brown hue. Contrastingly blue, the bright star Beta Chamaeleontis is visible on the upper right, with the dust that surrounds it preferentially reflecting blue light from its primarily blue-white color. All of the pictured stars and dust occur in our own Milky Way Galaxy with one notable exception: the white spot just below Beta Chamaeleontis is the galaxy IC 3104 which lies far in the distance. Interstellar dust is mostly created in the cool atmospheres of giant stars and dispersed into space by stellar light, stellar winds, and stellar explosions such as supernovas.

Credits: NASA's 'Astronomy Picture Of The Day.'

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Premise: Raising someone else's child is one thing, but raising your own while dealing with your insecurities could be quite a task, especially for a man like Satoru, but the moment he saw the baby his life turned upside down.

Word Count: 3104

Note: This is the third installment for a short series of mine, they all have different titles because I'm weird like that lol, but you can read the first part here, and the second one here.

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When Satoru took Megumi in, he didn’t have to do much besides giving him financial support and make sure he had everything he needed as a growing child.

He was already the person he is to this day, and Saturu had very little to add to this. So when he realized what having his own baby was going to be, his already existing demons started to kick in.

While is normally the mother the one who tends to spiral into despair thinking of the future of their newborn and the changes impacting daily life, Satoru had more than one reason to feel uneasy.

He loved his girl and his unborn child, there was no doubt there; but the implications of being a parent were heavy for a man like him.

Dealing with the elders was one thing, but being a good dad was a very different one.

All he was good at was fighting curses, that’s what he came to this world to do, but having to think of how to be a good dad was definitely more scary than a special grade curse.

Megumi was way more ready than he was, in fact, without Megumi your pregnancy would have been quite the nightmare. But he was always checking up on you, helping you with tidying the apartment, even took you to the hospital check ups and went in the doctor’s office with you.

Some even thought he was your son, to Megumi’s displeasure. 

Satoru on the other hand tended to flee when things like this came upon, excuses were easy to come by when you’re the strongest sorcerer. But in reality he was beating himself over and over again for his own behavior while sitting on a cliff.

He wanted this, he wanted to be with you, wanted to have a family with you. Or so he thought at first, but what does it even mean to have a family? His was anything but conventional and he had no idea where to start.

You were his life now, he didn’t care about the future of this world if he was being honest, he never did really, all he wanted was to take you to a Polynesian island and live in a fancy luxury tree house with you, the baby and Megumi. But life wasn’t as easy, he had to deal not just with the damn old men hunting his every step, but also his responsibilities in the school, he couldn’t just disappear, not with another teacher and a top tier student tagging along.

He wanted to do better, be a good husband, a good dad, not just to his baby but to Megumi as well, he felt like he’s been failing everyone he truly cares for and that was a feeling like no other, one he could live his entire life without encountering it ever again.

But time for cowarding around ended sooner than he expected as time runs extremely fast when you don’t want to deal with your problems.

He got a call from Megumi, he was at the hospital, water came out of you and you were tugging on his hair while screaming in pain, you were certainly dying so he had to come fast. It all sounded like a nightmare to Satoru, he truly thought you were dying, he’s never seen a pregnant woman on the later stage of pregnancy deal with it, and Megumi either, so they were both panicking on a bench this very same moment.

“I can’t lose her, Megumi…what am I going to do if she dies? What if the baby dies too? What if I have to raise the baby on my own? I can’t do this…I would rather be killed by a curse…maybe I should turn off my infinity…yes, someone would come and kill me as well, then we would all die together…” a loud smack could be heard rumbling over every wall of the hospital. He’s never seen Megumi this angry before, “Can you stop and be a god damn adult for once in your life? (Y/N) needs you. She’s in labor right now, delivering your baby! She’s in so much pain, things are coming out of her, she’s probably so scared right now, and all you’re thinking about are ways of getting yourself killed!”

Satoru’s cheek was quickly getting red and swollen, how did he even manage to touch him that easily? 

Zenin’s are truly a terrifying clan.

“Why does nobody care about me being scared? I can be scared too you know? I know I’m the strongest sorcerer, but that doesn’t make me the strongest husband or the strongest dad…”

Megumi was left speechless, he never thought the great Gojo Satoru would admit being scared, “Do you think I’m not scared? I love her ok? She might be your girl, the mother of your child and what not, but she isn’t just a crush to me, she’s also the only mother figure I’ve had, the only person who truly understands me and cares for me. I don’t want her to die!” tears were falling down Megumi’s cheeks as he vented all his worries out of his very constricted chest. He’s the one who’s been by your side during your whole pregnancy, what if this was his fault? What if you were in so much pain because he didn’t take good care of you? Those words kept flooding his head and Satoru was just as lost as he was in that moment, he didn’t know how to reassure his adoptive son and was in need of reassurance himself.

That was until loud cries could be heard coming from the room you were being kept in.

“What was that-“

Megumi’s ears perked, he couldn’t hear you at all, why was it so loud, he needed to confirm you were fine. “I don’t know, who’s crying? That’s not her, I’m sure…”

“Of course is not her, you idiot…” the door opened up to a very tired looking nurse, her gown was covered in what looks like blood wiped out not long ago, Satoru’s face paling the moment he saw her.

“Is…I-Is (Y/N)…” his voice was cracking, all his memories with you going into his brain like a movie.

“She’s fine, she’s currently holding your son, would you like to go in? She’s asking for Megumi, I assume that’s you?” 

“No, that’s me! Can I go in too then?” the nurse was very confused but nodded anyways. Megumi ran inside the room, falling down to his knees when he saw you smiling, holding a little bundle to your chest, “Oh thank god….” 

“Gumi, my love, come meet your baby brother!” you looked so tired, yet so happy, he thought he’d never get to see your beautiful smile ever again.

“Are you ok? Is the pain gone?”

“She’s fine kid, giving birth is no easy fit, hope this experience helps you respect women for what their worth. Men would never be able to give birth, they’d die within minutes.” the nurse’s words made you chuckle, it was true after all, especially for your spoiled boys.

“Toru? I didn’t know you were here, I thought you were at work! Come meet your son~” Satoru was still by the door, he thought he’d lost you, the very same feeling he felt that one day you almost die in front of his eyes, just that this time felt even more real as he saw the dried blood on the nurse. He didn’t know how to react, relief was present that’s for sure, but he was also terrified, he was happy to hear you were fine, but you were holding his son right this moment. He had a son now, officially, he is a dad now.

“Babe?” the confused look in your face made him move from his spot, he couldn’t put more stress on you, not after you had to deal with all that just to bring his son to this world.

“So a boy, huh? I thought it’d be a girl…” Megumi really wanted the baby to be a girl, to look just like you so he could snuggle the baby’s cute cheeks and spoil her rotten.

“Mhm, I haven’t named him yet, I wanted Toru to see him first…” Satoru was now standing beside you, his eyes not going down just yet, though his range of vision was so wide, he could see a tiny hand moving out and about and it made it so hard for him to keep ignoring him.

Once he finally got the courage to look at his son, his brain released a triple shot of dopamine right to his heart.

How can a newborn be this cute? They’re usually all red and wrinkly, not at all pretty. But his son…he got his blue eyes and silvery hair, but his face, he looked just like you. The cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Is he…” the moment he opened his mouth the baby started wailing loudly, startling his father.

You were rocking the baby from side to side making him know everything was fine, “Sweetie, c’mon hold your son.” 

“But he’s crying (Y/N)! How do I make it stop?” you set the child in his arms, once their eyes met the baby stopped crying, a lil yawn leaving his lips, this causing Satoru to smile. “Oh, I think he’s just tired…aren’t you my beautiful son?”

“It’s a combined effort of both sides after all, he did have to help mama a lot during the birthing process.” The nurse was finally ready to leave you to rest and needed to take the child with her. “He needs to come with me, Gojo-san. But I need a name so I can set him in the room with the other newborns.”

“I was thinking of naming him Suguru…you know…to honor your frie-“

“No.”

“But baby…”

“I said no.” his stern tone of voice made your heart sink, you thought he’d be happy about this, it was some sort of a surprise even.

Megumi saw darkness loom over Satoru’s eyes and thought of intervening. “Shion.”

“What was that, love?” 

“Shion, my brother’s name I mean..” the fact that he referred to the baby as his brother made you feel so much love, even Satoru’s face softened at his words.

“Gojo Shion it is then.” the nurse took the baby from Satoru’s arm and he’s never felt this empty before. “Do you really need to take him? I mean he’s a newborn, is not like he needs friends right now. Wouldn’t it be better for him to hang out with his family than with other babies?” his reasoning was beyond cute, even to the stoic nurse. 

“Look sir, the child isn’t going to a baby party, he needs a check up and that’s the process in general. If everything goes out well you’ll be able to take them home in a couple of days. Now if you excuse me..” The baby was half asleep and his little hand was out of the blanket still and Satoru felt like his life lost all purpose, his son needed him so much right now, he needed to be tucked cozily under his blanket and there was nothing he could do to help him…he felt completely useless…

Megumi was cleaning your face with a wet towel, making sure your pillow was all fluffed properly, while Satoru spiraled into sadness.

“Can you get the blanket in her baby bag? There’s also some warm socks in the front pocket.” 

Satoru could feel Megumi’s murderous stare and that made him go back to earth, “Yeah sure. Socks…socks…here.” 

Megumi just stared at his hand with so much hate, yet he didn’t know what he did wrong this time. “What?”

“(Y/N)’s socks, not the baby’s socks…”

“Oh! Right…” he needed to get himself together, you needed him just as much as his son did.

“Here, my love.” he got your feet covered with your favorite fluffy socks, then leaned to kiss your head lovingly. Megumi covered you with the blanket he brought for you and went over the snacks he packed to replenish your strength.

“Isn’t he the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen?” you sounded so tired, exhausted even, but to him you were the most wonderful and beautiful women in this universe. The mother of his son.

“Of course he is, he’s my son~” that made you chuckle. 

“We are parents now…how does that make you feel, Toru?” that question hunted him for months, but now he was ready to answer it truthfully. “I’m scared…I don’t know if I can be a good dad…But I’m also the happiest man alive…you’ve given me so much…I want to be the man you and my son need me to be…” his face wasn’t one of happiness, it was more one of realization. 

He felt so much…it was overwhelming. 

But the moment he locked eyes with his son, he just knew it, this was it, this was the real reason he came to this world, to bring his son to life, to give you and his son a happy life full of beautiful memories.

“Gojo-sensei…I think she needs rest…” you were giving him a soft loving smile, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand while he processed what just happened. 

“I’ll stay here, you go back to the school.” he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most, when you were confused and in pain, when you needed his love and care. But he was here now, and he wouldn’t let that happen again. 

He grabbed one of the chairs by the wall and brought it next to your bed, his hand reaching for yours once more before dimming the lights, “I’ll stay here with you, baby. Just rest.”

Megumi left after making sure you had everything you needed with the promise of coming back next morning with a fresh change of clothing for his guardian.

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Having a newborn baby in the house was a whole adventure, at least according to Satoru.

He had to learn everything about babies in a couple of days and lets just say books aren’t as reliable in the subject.

Babies cry a lot and figuring out what the problem was isn’t as easy as he had hoped for.

Not only that but your nipples were sore from breastfeeding causing you to frown all day, Megumi was in a bad mood because the baby didn’t let him sleep at night and he ended up stepping on a dirty diaper this morning, twice, barefoot.

While to others this might sound awful, Satoru was living his best life.

His son was just as in love with him as he was and he was livid. Putting him to bed was his self assigned job and his favorite part of the day. He’d go on talking forever explaining how his technique works and all he had to do to perfect it, of course his son didn’t understand a thing, but his voice really soothed the child so they both loved their bonding time.

Megumi would sneak in your room and sleep while hugging one of your legs while Satoru took the child out to get some sunlight in, even if he denied it, he was very much jealous of his baby brother, he just didn’t get as much time with you as before and he had no excuses to be babied like the infant was now. He wanted more and didn’t know how to ask for it, so even if you and Satoru were aware of his sneaky nap times, you both appeared ignorant to the teen.

Being a mother suited you so beautifully though, there was nothing Satoru loved more than seeing you with his son in your arms. The way your loving eyes landed on his little face, the kissy sounds you made at him to make him giggle, it was all just so perfect to him.

And being a father suited him just as much. The baby carrier he had hanging from his chest daily and the way he would always hold one of his tiny feet in one of his hands as he walked by proudly was the cutest thing this world had to offer. 

He was a happy man.

Of course, him parading around with his child made the elders realize what was going on pretty fast.

Thankfully the child didn’t display any sign of inheriting infinity, at least not yet, something he had shown almost since birth, which made them back off quite fast with the promise of him trying to conceive further children with you.

Of course, he didn’t want this. Not because he didn’t want more babies, but because it terrified him knowing one of them could very well have it and be taken away from you. The thought of his son being exploited the way he was as a child was a constant nightmare for him.

But reality plays dirty tricks on you when you least expect them..

You being such a cute mama and having those swollen breasts full of milk caused…unexpected results…getting you pregnant once more before Shion even turned four months of age.

For someone who didn’t understand the concept of family, he was quite good at making one.

His first family member being the lovely teenage boy who loved the mother of his children more than anything in this world, more than him to be quite honest. But he regretted nothing, Megumi was as important in this family as little Shion was and the little baby girl inside your growing belly.

The family kept growing at an exponential rate, and this world was anything but safe. But having the strongest sorcerer by your side did help quite a lot, specially now that he’d gotten the titles of strongest dad and strongest husband to the list as he very much wished and thought never would.

His family was not conventional, it was broken even, starting with him.

But it was perfect the way it was.

He chose his own family after all.

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Masterlist

[seung-mong]

changbin - deadlines

includes: dom! changbin x fem reader, power dynamics if you squint, corruption kink, size kink, use of "sir", praise and degradation, semi-public sex, slight manipulation, overstim, age gap but both are of age:D, changbin is kinda mean and nasty

a/n: prof!changbin is my one true love<3 I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @prudenceisntjustcute thank u so so so so much u dont understand how happy i am rn

wc: 3104 :0

catching feelings for him was probably the worst possible decision you ever made. here you are in class, practically drooling all over your desk as you watch him. jisung smirks when he notices your zoned-out state, your eyes hazy and unfocused on him. he walks towards you from the front of the class, having just handed in his work.

"y/n?" his voice snaps you back to reality, jisung leaning over and resting his hands on your desk.

"sungie!" you say a little too enthusiastically, and he chuckles.

"they're serving pizza today for lunch. want me to get you a slice?"

only then do you realize that the rest of the class is packing away their things, filing down the lecture hall. screw you and your stupid daydreams.

"oh! yea i'd really like that, sung! i'll follow after you, i just have to uh- clarify some things with the professor." you get up from your seat, shoving your unused notebook and textbook into your bag.

jisung smiles at you, nodding in understanding and leaving you to walk out of the room, leaving you and your professor completely alone. if only jisung knew it wasn't him you were staring at.

seo changbin stands behind his desk, one hand on his hip, the other flipping through the pile of test papers. if he's aware of your presence in his classroom, he doesnt show it. his eyebrows are furrowed and a small frown tugs on the corner of his mouth as he flips over a specific paper, shaking his head at the answers. his glasses threaten to fall down, and he has to push them back every few minutes.

"professor?" you squeak, taking a tentative step closer to him.

he looks up in your direction, an eyebrow raised. your cheeks warm when he smiles at you, beckoning you forward. "miss y/l/n. i dismissed the class a few minutes ago. was there something you needed?" he asks, his voice floating across the room and filling you with a warm feeling.

'yes, your children please.'

"well, i just had a few questions regarding the last homework you assigned?" you cross over to his desk, gripping onto the strap of your bag so tightly you feel the burn in your palm.

changbin chuckles, motioning for you to sit by his desk. "ah yes, the last homework i assigned…. which was due almost a week ago, correct?" he tilts his head down to look at you over his glasses, a mocking smile on his lips that makes you want to kiss him.

you blush profusely before nodding, taking the seat nearest to where you stood. changbin chuckles before crossing to the front so he was directly across from you. sighing, he sat on the edge of his desk, slightly leaning forward towards you.

"well, i wouldn't mind helping out one of my favorite students." he teases, winking at you.

you almost pass out, but your body reacts before your brain and you start to fish for the assignment in your bag. as you do so, you feel his gaze burning your skin, hot and heavy as he tilts his head to the side, as if assessing something about you. you take the paper out with shaky hands before setting it onto his desk.

changbin straightens up and clears his throat. "to be honest, im surprised you're struggling with the work, y/n. your test papers say otherwise." he walks over behind you, hovering over your shoulder.

the tip of his necktie reaches your shoulder, and all you can think about is him stuffing it into your mouth and gagging you with it.

"well all your answers so far are correct, what are the questions you had in mind?" he places a hand on your shoulder and you feel your stomach twist with anticipation and need.

'you're so hot it should be illegal.'

"thats not a question." changbin chuckles, leaving your side and walking towards his desk.

fuck. did you just say that out loud?

he peers at you from behind his desk, a smug look plastered onto his sharp features. you squirm in the leather seat, your skirt suddenly feeling too hot, irritated by the way it sticks to your thighs. you cant seem to look away from his gaze, and he challenges you, raising an eyebrow. youre the first to break, eyes flying to the homework in front of you.

"i guess i'll just f-finish this and like, pass it to you." you clear your throat, shaking your head and hoping your face hasnt gone red.

changbin hums, taking his glasses off and setting them on his desk, right on top of your paper.

"you could. but still, you failed to meet the deadline. i'd have to deduct points from your work for that." he sighs, shaking his head.

you hate feeling like you disappointed him, your head hanging low as you hear him walk over to you, placing a hand behind your chair.

"y/n." his voice is low, urging you to look up at him. you do, your eyes meeting his and it sends a spark of electricity up across your skin.

"sir?" you squeak, the pen in your hand growing slimy from the sweat on your palms. why was he looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive? not that'd you be complaining.

changbin inhales sharply, the title slipping right out of your mouth and straight down to his hard cock. fuck, why were you so pliant? so needy? just begging to be ruined. he sighs, crossing the classroom towards the door and for a moment you think he's about to ask you to leave- when suddenly he locks it behind him.

this is not happening.

"don't you think you should… make up for all the days you failed to submit your work?" he leans against his desk, and you try extra hard not to check him out because holy fuck you can see the tent in his pants and you're squirming in your seat, thighs clenching tightly against each other.

"i dont-"

"you know what really pisses me off, miss y/l/n?" he sighs, his hands gripping the edge of the table right under his thighs. "you keep chewing on that damn pen, and it's just so distracting." he shakes his head, gesturing towards the pen in your hand.

"but- why?" you squeak, stuffing it discreetly into the pocket of your bag.

changbin scoffs in disbelief. "why? baby you drool all over it and got your pretty lips wrapped around the tip i can't help picturing it's my cock instead."

a wave of heat washes over you, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. changbin smirks, gesturing you to walk over to him with a wave of his hand. you hesitate, unsure if you physically can stand up and walk over to him without your legs turning to mush.

"aint got that much time, doll."

and you cross the room in three strides. god you were so eager for him, he fucking knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"so obedient." he hums appreciatively, hands hesitating before resting on your sides. you tense at the contact, and changbin coos, lifting a thumb to swipe under your chin. your eyes meet his, and he scoffs.

"do you know how pathetic you look right now? eyes so wide and needy." he tucks your hair behind your ear, bottom lip jutting out into a mocking pout.

you nod, tensing when changbin's hands find purchase on your waist, squeezing slightly. suddenly you're wearing too many pieces of clothing, despite the fact that all you had on was a simple tee. you wanted it off, wanted to feel his hands on your body.

"but i'll take care of you." changbin smirks when he sees your eyes slowly close, already submitting to him.

you wait patiently for him to do something, anything. you feel his hand pull you closer to him by your nape, his lips instantly finding yours. your heart is in your throat when the teacher growls against your mouth, tilting his head to the side and brushing your lower lip with his tongue. you instantly give in to him, not wanting to put up a fight when you know just how badly you wanted this to happen.

you stable yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders, screaming internally when you feel the muscles straining against his white dress shirt. you want nothing more than to rip it off of him. he situates you on his thigh, letting you not-so-subtly grind against his muscle. your whines spill into his mouth and he drinks every single sound you make. it heads straight to his cock and he can't wait to feel you around him.

changbin growls when you pull on his hair, hands harshly gripping you by the under of your thighs and lifting you, just to place you on his desk.

"what would your cute little classmates think," changbin coos, fingers wandering dangerously close to your clothed heat. pinching and squeezing the soft fat of of your thighs. "if they knew what a little slut you are f'me? u know im much older, dont you?"

you whimper at his degrading tone, hands resting on the desk behind you.

"you could have any guy in this class if you wanted. you know that right, baby?" he teases you, fingers gently lifting up your skirt and exposing your underwear.

"d-dont want them. only you." your voice comes out small and pathetic, and changbin fucking loved how small he was making you feel.

"yea?" he grabs your hand from behind you, guiding it onto his crotch and making you squeeze. his cock is hard against your touch, and you gasp at the size of his bulge. "guess they won't be able to fill you up good like i will, huh?"

you nod frantically, desperate for him to just hurry up and touch you. changbin notices this, chuckling lightly and pulling your underwear down painfully slow. he takes a good look at your arousal dripping down your slit and takes a deep breath, sucking in his teeth.

"you're so wet, doll. bet i could slide right in without prepping ya."

you nod eagerly, locking your legs around his hips and pulling him closer to you. he groans at the action, hands gripping onto your thighs so tightly you're sure it'll bruise. you watch with wide eyes when changbin does quick work of undoing his belt, letting it hang in the loops. he unbuttons his pants and lets it fall, just enough for him to pull his cock out.

it won't fit.

he smirks when he sees the hint of worry in your eyes, stare fixed on his cock. changbin tuts at you, one hand wrapping around his base and the other on your chin.

"you'll be a good girl and take it for me, right?" he asks sweetly, dipping the head of his cock and running it along your slit, catching all your slick and rubbing it against him to provide some sort of lubrication. you shiver when it catches on your clit, granting you some sort of friction. you roll your hips eagerly against his, the movement causing your skirt to bunch around your waist.

"i- i dont know. i-i've never…. not this big-"

and knowing that he's ruined you of every other cock almost makes him cum on the spot. instead, he scoffs at your pathetic pout, tightly gripping your waist and pulling you closer to the edge of his desk.

one hand rests on his abdomen while the other supports you from behind, trying to slow him from entering you too quickly. it makes his skin burn, knowing that he's quite literally splitting you open.

"well, i'll go slow." he coos, tip of his cock already prodding at your entrance. you take in a sharp breath when you feel him breach you, just the head of his cock in and you're already faintly dizzy.

"awh, come on baby. you can do it, right?" he takes your hand away from him, not allowing you to stop him from pushing in.

"y-yes sir." you whimper, and those words are enough for changbin to snap, eyes closing from pleasure and abandoning all sense of logic, hoping you won't be too mad at him. with a growl, he loops your thighs over his arms, his hands finding your hips and pulling you flush against him so his cock is fully sheathed in you.

you squeal from the burning sting, tears brimming in your eyes when you feel the tip of his cock in your stomach.

"fucking tight, i'm sorry baby. i'll make it up to you, hmm?" changbin mumbles, setting a brutal pace and ignoring your broken moans and whimpers. every thrust knocks the wind out of you, the sound of the desk rattling under your ass the only sound in the room besides your professor's pants into your neck.

"s'big." you whine, clutching desperately onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of you. you feel the tip of his cock just subtly brush against the spot you need him the most, and you realize he's doing it on purpose, only thrusting in about half of his cock.

"is it?" changbin scoffs, biting down on your neck and making you mewl. he knows it's sick, knows it's one of the oldest rules in the book- never fuck the students. but it's also one of the most neglected rules.

"m-more, please sir." you beg, hands flying to his ass and trying to push him in deeper yourself.

he groans when you do, pulling away to see you so fucked out, eyes hazy and drool spilling out of your open mouth. he bends down to lick at it, before kissing you roughly.

"more? baby if i gave you any more you'll be ruined." changbin pants against your mouth, but doesn't miss the way you clench even tighter around him.

"does my baby want that? to be so ruined no other cock could ever. please. you." he emphasizes each word with a thrust, and you try your hardest not to scream out loud, knowing that if someone were to look into the small window by the door, you'd be in trouble.

despite the burning stretch in your lower area, you nod. you want him to ruin you. you want him to be the only one who could fuck you this good.

"awh my cute little slut, just want to feel all of sir's cock right?" his thrusts are harsher now, pulling you and fucking you onto his cock.

"y-yes, please sir!" you plead, and it's enough for changbin to give in with a groan, lifting your leg up to his shoulder to get a better angle. you gasp when his cock kisses your g-spot, clawing at his back for him to keep going.

"oh, there? like this?" changbin teases, a smug grin on his face as he drives his cock into you with purpose.

"p-please i cant-" you're stuttering, too drunk on the pleasure of his cock in you.

"you can, and you will." changbin growls, hand sneaking down in between you and fingers rubbing rough circles onto your clit.

you cum almost instantly, the pads of his rough fingers pressing down onto you. you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, but this displeases him. he moves your hand away, instead kissing you to capture the sounds of your muffled cries. changbin's chest fills with pride at the sight of your legs shaking around him, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge.

he doesn't stop his pace, still driving into you as you come down from your high. but this time, his thrusts are deeper, rougher, only thought in mind is getting himself off.

"sir, please. s'too much." you whine, placing your hand on his lower abdomen in a feeble attempt to stop him.

he ignores your plea, wrapping his hand around your wrist and driving even deeper into you.

"shut the fuck up, and take it." changbin growls, too obsessed with the way your pussy wraps around him. you whimper, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the pleasure that he brings you.

"i'm gonna fill you up, and then you're gonna thank me. got it?" changbin groans against your chest, his forehead dipping down onto the soft fabric of your top. you nod, eager for him to spill into you.

"good fucking girl." his voice comes out heavy and almost cracking as you feel his cum spill into you, wincing slightly at the warmth that settles into your lower abdomen.

"fuck, you're such a good girl." he breathes against your forehead, catching your lips in another affectionate kiss as he pulls out. as you lay there catching your breathe, you feel his thick fingers enter you again, pushing his cum further into you. you whine, and changbin chuckles.

"sorry, cant help it. you look too fucking hot with my cum spilling out of you like that."

you blush at his words, throwing an arm over your face. changbin laughs at you, taking your hand away and giving you one last kiss.

"go put your underwear on and keep my cum in you, alright?" changbin's tone is soft despite the lewdness of his words. you nod, hopping off his desk and shuffling his underwear on. you look at him expectantly as he fixes his pants, straightening up his tie.

"awh, baby what is it?" he catches the way he looks at you, and he grins, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.

"will- uhm. will this happen again or is this more of a one time thing?" you mumble meekly, picking your bag up from the ground and slinging it over your shoulder.

changbin smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders playfully. "depends, let's see how many assignments you fail to submit." he wraps an arm around your waist and takes the late homework in your hand.

"oh by the way," changbin delivers a playful slap to your ass before you turn to leave his classroom. "tell you're little friend that it's rude to snoop." he winks at you, and you tilt your head in confusion.

that is until you turn around and come face to face with jisung, peeking in from the window. his mouth open in shock, and you're frozen in fear. but what you can't see, from behind the wall is the painful hard-on he sports in his suddenly tight jeans.

[celtigxr]

The Pink Dread (Master List) - - - - - ch. vi: Aegon's Delight

Chapter Summary: Aegon's day just got better.

Word Count: 3104

Sneak Peak: “Valeana… Are you well?” Shyla, ever oblivious, tilted her head at her sister, and tried to take a step to her, but the blonde’s hand flew up to stop her.   “I’m fine!” “Are you sure? You’re sweating quite a bit…”

Warnings: A little SA , Aegon being Aegon.

T H E   R E D S

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Never in a million years would Valeana have imagined Aegon Targaryen under her skirts. Even if he was the last man alive, she would fling herself from the highest tower of the Keep before she let him near her privy parts. She has never had anyone under there other than her own curious hands, and she had hoped when a man that deserves her made it that far, it would be with her back on a mattress, not standing in front of her sister in the threshold of a servant’s closet. And Aegon definitely did not deserve her.

“Valeana!” Shyla jerked her head back in shock and confusion at the sight of her sister. Both of Val’s hands were firmly placed on the narrow walls on either side of her, her legs slightly parted, making the full form of her brown and ivory skirt fill as much space as possible to shield her shame. 

“What are you doing in a closet?”

“Uh-haAh!” Val’s spine straightened when she felt Aegon’s hand graze the back of her thigh. “Hiding! I’m hiding.”

Shyla tilted her head skeptically, and then her eyes flickered over to something or someone on her left, hidden behind the door she was holding. 

“Why in the world would you be hiding? Oh, are you playing a game?”

Aegon moved his fingers higher, grazing the bottom of her buttocks, “No!” She stomped her wooden foot on the ground, then cleared her throat, shaking her head. “No…No, not playing anything.”

“Then who are you hiding from?” 

Valeana’s mouth popped open to give her an answer – anything would do. Father, mother, Floris, the Septa… anyone. But that was when she felt Aegon’s tongue replace his fingers. The slick broad expanse of the muscle slid up the back of her thigh, all the way to the curve of her backside. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. 

“AEG–” Val’s heel drove into Aegon’s hand that was planted on the floor, earning her a sharp:

“--MAH!”

“MON…d! Aegmond– I mean, Aemond!” Valeana announced loudly, then promptly cleared her throat and blew a stray piece of hair from her face, trying to appear calm and nonchalant. She failed, though, since her hands were gripping the walls as if they were threatening to fall on her. She could feel Aegon shift under her skirts, the sounds of his groans of pain stifled by the many layers of her dress. 

“You’re… hiding from Aemond?” Shyla’s eyes shift again, but Val does not notice. She was too preoccupied with a larger problem. 

“Mhm, yes, Aemond. That is who I am hiding from.” Her teeth buried into her bottom lip when she felt Aegon’s hands wrap around her thigh tenderly and give it a big wet kiss.

“And why would you be hiding from me?” To her horror, the devil himself sauntered around the door and stood next to Shyla. 

Valeana went as pale as a sheet. 

T H E  G R E E N S 

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Aemond’s day began with an unpleasant conversation with his mother. A conversation about Valeana Celtigar and his progress with reconciling her. He recounted the one, short, and nasty conversation they had at supper the other day. 

“The best I can do for father is keep my distance and remain strangers, mother,” Aemond tried to reason with her. 

Alicent sighed, “He wishes to see the two of you as friends again, Aemond. It is what plagues his mind..”

Like how he wishes for Rhaenyra and I to be, she thought, biting the tip of her thumbnail.

“Why?” His question came out a little forcefully. He wanted her to say it, to confess the truth that he had known since he learned of this farce King Viserys was orchestrating. “It’s because he wishes to continue with our failed betrothal, isn’t it, mother?”

Alicent’s hand dropped from her mouth, then looked up at her son from her seat at the table, “Is that what you want?”

She could read her second son like a book. Aegon might be predictable, and Helaena seldom changed her ways, but it was Aemond that appeared like a mystery to the world. However, Alicent knew his mind, knew his heart, and she had spied his face down the table that night. While she had not known what was said at the time, it was clear whatever was spoken had affected him more than he would ever admit. 

Her dear boy held onto his regrets, and he mourned his friendship with the Celtigar girl. His pain, while hidden behind steel and iron walls and guarded by dragons, was something she, as his mother, could feel in her bones. 

Aemond’s jaw clicked, lips pursed, and his eye flickered away from his mother, “It does not matter what I want, mother.”

It wasn’t an answer, but Alicent didn’t prod anymore. 

She would be spending the afternoon with the Celtigars in the garden… perhaps a private conversation with Valeana may make this easier for her son. 

Aemond spent the rest of the day keeping busy. The other day he was in the skies with Vhagar to distance himself from the Keep as much as possible, but he desired to be more productive. The Prince spent the rest of the morning sparring with Ser Criston after he left his mother along with the rest of his breakfast. After, he bathed, changed, and rested in his bedchambers for a moment or two. 

It is time we unite Valyrian blood.

His father wanted to unite the houses… But perhaps the Celtigars were already tangled in the complex bloodline of the Targaryens. Perhaps he had a distant cousin, who married one generations ago. If he could find this evidence, would that prove to his father that his goal was redundant? Would it convince his father to let the notion go, and allow the Targaryens and Celtigars go their separate ways?

It was a flimsy assumption, but it was worth looking into. It was enough to get Aemond out of his bed and out the door.

His day took an interesting turn when he found Shyla wandering the corridors on his way towards the library. 

“Are you lost?” 

“Oh! Prince Aemond… I’m looking for Prince Aegon,” she sighed impatiently, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her peach dress. “I’ve been told by multiple people that they saw him in this area of the Keep, but I can’t find him.”

Aemond’s lips threatened to smirk. Oh, how he wished he knew exactly where Aegon was, because he would lead Shyla straight to him as he did the other day. He was always eager to torture his eldest brother where he could, much like how Aegon did when they were children. Much to the chagrin of the eldest,  the younger brother got the upper hand when he grew up taller, stronger, more intelligent. 

“I will help you find him,” Aemond offers, much to Shyla’s surprise. “Likely he went to go find wine to fill his empty cup.”

As they went down the corridor, opening doors and checking in to see if they could find a head of unruly white curls hiding behind a barrel, Shyla couldn’t stop herself from asking him questions, one after the other. 

“Will you be competing in the tourney, my Prince?”

“I have not decided,” he partially lied. He did not want to compete; it felt like a waste of good skill. Tourneys always end up killing good men, too. 

“Well,” she swung her arms around her sides like a child being coy. “If you did…and you won, who would you crown as the Queen of Love and Beauty?” 

Aemond slowed his pace to look at her, head tilted in curiosity.

She smiled innocently, now wringing her hands at her front, “What?”

“Why do you ask, Shyla?” 

“Curious.” 

“Hm,” he pursed his lips and looked up the corridor. Why must all conversations lead back to her?

“Well?” 

He held up a finger, “Hold on.” He stepped forward, turning his head so he could listen to the empty corridor. He could hear a muffled voice and some movement. With the same finger he gestured to Shyla to follow him, “I heard something, over here.”

The two walked over until they came to a narrow door made of wood, tucked in a corner that was easy to miss by passersby. Aemond nodded towards it, and Shyla looked between him and the door. 

“You say you heard it coming from here?”

Expecting Aegon to be in the closet, huddled behind buckets and mops, Aemond remained hidden behind the door to witness his reward. However, in a completely unexpected turn of events, it wasn’t, in fact, his brother with his tail tucked between his legs. It was–

“Valeana!”

Aemond stood in contemplative silence as the bizarre interaction between sisters unfurled. He couldn’t see the other Celtigar girl through the wooden door, but the way he stared at it was as if he could. The queer behaviour coming from Valeana made Aemond’s mind buzz with curiosities and questions. But then she evoked his name (in the strangest way possible), and he found that he couldn’t contain the slight smirk of intrigue.

“And why would you be hiding from me?”

Aemond revelled in the look in her eyes. No longer were those peridot eyes filled with indifference or venom, they were wide, vulnerable, embarrassed.

“I–” She struggled, making Aemond’s smirk grow and his head to tilt. “I-uh—” Suddenly her lips sucked into her mouth and one of her hands fell from the wall and went behind her back.

She is hiding something, Aemond concluded, narrowing his eye. Or someone. 

Aegon. 

Aemond raised his chin at his silent revelation, his eye becoming dark and his muscles tensing. He had his hands behind his back, hiding his tightened fists.

“We have not crossed paths since the day you arrived, Lady Valeana, so I see no conceivable reason for you to hide from me when I have no desire to find you.” 

Her face turned utterly pink. She blinked at him like a rabbit caught unawares. Aemond decided he liked her this way; shields down, defenceless, abashed. It made her an easier morsel to swallow; she was no longer a bitter, vindictive animal, stomping on his corpse, and spitting out reminders of misdeeds he’s done as a child. 

“Valeana… Are you well?” Shyla, ever oblivious, tilted her head at her sister, and tried to take a step to her, but the blonde’s hand flew up to stop her.  

“I’m fine!”

“Are you sure? You’re sweating quite a bit…”

Aemond started to grind his teeth. 

“I said, I’m fine,” she nearly hissed. 

“Are you…” Shyla looked at Aemond for a second, then back to her sister. She lowered her head in her direction, and said in a whisper that Aemond could still hear, “Are you bleeding?”

“Yes! Yes,” Val shook a finger at her sister and nodded, “That’s it. And I-uh, would like to be alone, if you don’t mind.”

“I believe she’s hiding something, your sister,” Aemond kept his eyes on Valeana as she radiated shame. 

“I’m not.”

“Prove it. Step out in the hall.” 

“No, no, I do not think I will.” 

Shyla gave a tentative, confused smile, “Why?”

Valeana looked at her sister, but she couldn’t hold it. Those green orbs flickered around as she quickly formulated an excuse. Aemond didn’t even try to hide his smile, very much amused by the witless display. 

The elder sister then gestured for the other to come closer, and Shyla immediately closed the distance. Cupping her hand over her ear, and then sending a final glare at Aemond, she started to whisper something. Aemond couldn’t make a word of it, but Shyla’s eyes bugged out and her hand went to her mouth in shock. When finally she pulled away, she immediately forgot her initial mission. 

“Oh gods. You just stay there, then, I’ll go get mother. Would you mind staying with her, my Prince.”

“It would be my–”

“No! No, I don’t think that’s necessary. Just…bring me what I told you, Shyla.”

Aemond looked at her up and down. It looked like she was bracing herself on either wall with how spread out her legs appeared to be. That observation coupled with Aemond’s speculation of who else was in that closet with her, made his blood boil. Then the mere fact that it bothered him at all angered him further.

“Oh, I don’t mind keeping you company until your sister returns, Lady Valeana,” his hands were no longer clasped behind his back, but resting on the pommel of his sword. 

Her eyes narrowed at him, like the glare of a green-eyed cat filled with suspicion, “I mind.”

The viper returned. 

With feet still rooted in place, she bent at the waist as she reached for the door handle. It took a few tries, but her fingers finally coiled around the loop, and she slowly started to shut the door. Before she did, Valeana had one last thing to say. 

“I don’t like you.” 

Then the door was slammed in his face. 

Shyla looked between him and the door, brown eyes wide and lips quivering in an attempt to contain a nervous smile. 

“Don’t–Don’t mind her, my Prince. She’s grouchy when she’s– Ahem, well, I should go find her that rag– Oh, I shouldn’t have said that,” her hands went to her mouth. “Uh, thank you for helping me, Prince Aemond,” she curtseyed before floundering off. 

Aemond had been staring at the wood silently, fumes emanating from his very skull. If only he was an actual dragon, because there would be a very scorched hole in the limestone walls right in front of him. 

“Hm,” was his only response, which came out nearly as a growl. He stepped away from the door, then turned on his heel and resumed his trek to the library.

“You don’t have to keep me company, y’know,” Aemond said from his perch on the weirwood tree. “I know you’d like to see the dragons fly. It should be quite a sight now they’re allowed to out of the pit to do it.” Valeana shrugged from the bench, her fingers never wavering from her embroidery. “I’d rather be here,” she offered him a small smile. “Why?”  She paused, biting her lip before braving her eyes up at him, “I like your company, stupid. I like you.” 

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Aegon sunk into an armchair with a long groan. His hand clutched a cold piece of meat that he used to press on his right brow, cooling down the bump that was forming. He would get a fair amount of questions on the morrow, he knew. It would be the hardest bruise to hide, to be sure, but… 

He laughed to himself, “Worth it.” 

A week ago, had a seer told him he would be trapped under Valeana Celtigar’s skirt and enjoy it, he would’ve had his tongue cut out and fed it to Sunfyre. Alas, that was the truth of it. Aegon had quite the view, albeit obscured by the many annoying layers she wore, and the smallclothes that seemed more modest than he knew women’s undergarments would be. Though, he didn’t complain; the image of Valeana’s arse was forever burned into his memory, and he intended to recall it frequently when he was alone with a hard cock.

He just couldn’t resist himself. A caress, a lick, a kiss, a pinch, a little sniff…

It was worth the beating he got in the aftermath. 

After the door slammed shut, they had waited until the coast was clear before Valeana kicked it back open and wretched her skirt off of him. Still on his knees, Aegon couldn’t stop laughing.

“What a performance,” He clapped. “What a–” With both hands he mimed the curvature of her supple behind. “--a view.” 

That was when she had grabbed a broom from the closet, snapped it over her knee, and proceeded to beat him with it. Luckily, her shouting insults and threats (“I’ll rip your balls out and have you choke on them, you pile of dragonshit!”) had not alerted anyone in the Keep (which begs the question about the competency of the Keep’s security). It seemed like the Warrior was on her side… or perhaps the Stranger. 

She left him on the floor, sore, bruised, and laughing like a lunatic. 

“Thank you, my delicious crab cake!” 

He was still hard. It didn’t help that he kept on replaying what had happened, imagining other possibilities that could have happened in that closet. All in front of his beloved brother no less. The mere thought of that caused a toothy grin to transform Aegon’s face. His free hand fiddled with the laces of his breeches, but before he could even loosen the knot, his door practically flew off its hinges.

“Seven Hells,” he lurched forward, then groaned when he saw who it was. He slumped back into his chair and shut his eyes, “Do you not know how to knock?” 

“Where were you?” Aemond asked, his voice painfully controlled. 

Aegon opened one eye and peered at him, “Around.”

“Hm,” Aemond looked around the room and then settled back onto the dishevelled piece of work in the arm chair. “What the hells happened to you?”

“I fell,” Aegon replied lamely, adjusting his grip on the strip of meat. 

“You fell,” he echoed, his head tilting. “Interesting.”

They stared at each other for a long beat, until Aegon got impatient under his brother’s scrutiny, “Well?” He lifted his arms, and gestured restlessly with his hands, “What do you want?” 

“It has been a while since you last trained with Cole and I, brother,” Aemond’s hand rested on the pommel of his sword. “I fear you have become soft. With the tourney approaching, I suspect you do not wish to be humiliated in front of the entire Realm.”

“Who says I am going to participate in the tourney?”

“It is expected of us. Daeron, as I’ve heard from mother, plans on competing. It would not look good if his two eldest brothers do not compete as well.”

Aegon rolled his eyes, “You’re such a wet blanket, Aemond. Fine! But I absolutely refuse to wake up early for this. I have a splitting headache that I wish to sleep off.” 

Aemond pursed his lips, “Noon then.”

“Fine.” 

After another long moment of Aemond just standing there glowering at his brother, he hm’d his way out of the room.

“Finally,” with a sigh, Aegon resumed the unlacing of his breeches.

Notes: I apologize in behalf of Aegon. I will teach him to keep his hands and tongue to himself, don't worry. Also a tidbit of information: Undergarments, or smallclothes for women are quite different to what we wear today. There is no crotch to them at all. It's just pants, with a slit down the middle or a giant hole that exposed the pelvis, buttocks, and the thighs. The reason for this is for convenience -- it was easier for women to use the chamber pot when all they had to do was lift their skirts up and squat or sit, especially when they're wearing many layers of skirts, such as a petticoat or a hoop skirt. When it came to periods, women would make their own tampons by using cotton or wool wrapped around a twig. Wearing rags were difficult, because there was always a chance of a leak or a stain, and to keep it in place was impossible. Sometimes shorts were worn in place, but ultimately, women on their periods would wear red during those days. If there was a stain, no one would see it against the colour.

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