#ALL THE OTHER NAMES I TRIED WERE EITHER BREAKING THE RULES OR TOO LONG

[maelswife]

Guys guys guys plss add me on 7ds idle ( ;｀Д´)

AND ALSO join my knighthood pretty please me and my friend are lonely in there

[arogaba]

This legacy is based on the same one by @sweetlysimss who very graciously gave me permission to try my hand at converting the challenge for TS3. It's not perfect but I tried my best to stick to the original rules and try and make it fun!

Tag: #nsbxbpr should be fine still or @ me if you do try this out!

Rules:

This challenge can be played with vanilla, banilla, or berry sims

As per the challenges this is based on, the romance options are a mix between those in the BPR or NSB, allowing  you to choose which you’d like (or mix them up if you wish!)

There is an optional generational challenge to paint/take a photo of your heir for every generation

The generational requirements do not need to be strictly followed/can be changed as you see fit - the important thing is to have fun!

Generation 1: White

You come from a long line of privileged sims. Life was easy for you and you never wanted for nothing. Despite the easy life, you also felt constricted, unable to be yourself. Now that you’re a young adult, you decide to break free from your parents and pursue your own dreams. Packing your bags, and taking enough money to get by with you, you run away to the old, rundown, farmhouse that the only grandparent you cared for left you in the will. Starting off with nearly nothing to your name, you decide to pursue the hobby you were never allowed to chase to its extent: painting. Due to your upbringing, you find it difficult to let other sims in and may come across as rude sometimes. What you really need is that one special sim to make you feel like it’s all worth it. Slowly but surely, as the years go by, your own family starts to grow, but life is not without its ups and downs…

Recommended traits: artistic, snob, grumpy, hopeless romantic

Career: none; make money through your paintings, fishing, and harvestables

Move into your grandparent’s old house. Must be fairly basic/rustic (the size of the house/lot is up to you)

Max the painting, gardening, and logic skills

Have multiple romantic interests throughout your life, but do not settle permanently with any of them until after you have your first child.

Go on at least one date with a purple, pink, and/or a red sim

Have one child

Get married (does not have to be the parent of your child)

Become enemies with the other sims you did not end up with

Have one more child (can be adopted or an alien baby if you wish!)

Sell at least two masterpiece paintings

Have at least two animals in your household

Optional: raise one from its youngest lifestage all the way through to elder

Be good friends with all your children and animals

Become good friends with at least one grandchild

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Generation 2: Purple/Pink/Red

Although not everyone would believe you, you would say you had a great childhood. You grew up sheltered but loved by your parents and sibling. From a young age, you had a great passion for reading and books, though all those days spent reading might have left you with a few unrealistic expectations about life. Despite everything, you are eager to see everything that life has to offer and a sudden once-in-a-lifetime trip might change your world forever…

Recommended traits: bookworm, computer whiz, great kisser, irresistible, family oriented

Career: writer

Max the painting and writing skills

Optional: master the charisma skill too

Shortly after you become a YA go to one of the WA worlds or travel to the future. Your time here winds up inspiring you for the rest of your life

Become a writer

Either become a genre specialist or write a book from every genre

Kiss at least five different sims in your life

Leave a sim at the alter (peach or yellow)

Must have had at least two children with this sim

Have a difficult relationship with at least one of your children after the separation from your ex-partner

Have at least 3 children with any other sim (or the sim you eventually marry)

Do not marry until you are an elder

The sim you marry must be yellow or peach (whichever was not the colour of your first spouse)

The sim you marry must be in the culinary career

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Generation 3: Peach/Yellow

It is fair to say that you grew up in quite a hectic household. The only person who spends time with you and truly understands you is your childhood best friend. The two have you been through thick and thin. They were initially drawn to you for your quiet nature, your inquisitive soul, and a passion for nature inherited from your grandparent. In your late teens, you start to notice those traits are working against you, causing others to call you “weird” or “different”, so you adapted. However, in the process of becoming this new version of yourself, you find yourself losing the one thing you ever held dead. Will you ever get your best friend back? Only time will tell…

Recommended traits: loner, shy, brooding, disciplined, athletic

Career: professional sports and then unemployed when you become an adult (though you can supplement your household funds with your collections)

Max the painting, athletic, and martial arts skills

As a child join the boy/girl scouts, and then join one of the afterschool clubs as a teenager

As a child meet your best friend in a different neighbourhood (orange or grey)

As a teen, never have any close friends except for your best friend and any of your grandparents if they are still alive

As a teen, date your childhood best friend

As a young adult, you decide to change your life around and become the social, popular sim you’ve always wanted to be

Join the professional sports career

You and your best friend begin to drift apart and eventually separate

Not long after they leave, you realise you are pregnant

You date around but nothing lasts

Complete one or more of the following collections: metals, gems, insects, fish, or plants

Do not have a good relationship with your child until they are a teenager

After becoming an adult, quit your career in sports but continue to make money by selling your collections

As an adult, reconcile with your childhood best friend

Optional: have one more child

Get married

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Generation 4: Orange/Grey

Unlike your parents, you are far more practical when it comes to your life choices - or so you like to claim. After getting interested in your grandparent’s large book collection, you become interested in the occult, in particular witches. A mysterious book leads you to become a witch accidentally and soon strange things start to happen. Before you know it your great-grandparent has come back from the dead! In flesh and blood! How on Earth did that happen? As you begin to figure things out for yourself, a mysterious stranger takes an interest in your so called necromancy…

Recommended traits: bookworm, supernatural fan, artistic, night owl, gatherer

Career: fortune telling (you can supplement your household funds by selling potions/ingredients)

Max the painting and alchemy skills

Get a job in the fortune telling career

Date three sims but never get serious with any of them

One of these sims lead to you becoming a witch

Create every potion

Bring back your great-grandparent (up to you how this is done - you can cheat or use any of the methods in game)

Become at least good friends with them

Your necromancy catches the interest of a local doctor (yellow or purple) and you fall in love

Have at least five children together

Teach all your children their skills

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Generation 5: Purple/Yellow

The world has so many beautiful sights to offer! You can’t wait to paint them, photograph them, or sculpt them! Your life seems to be going perfectly until one day it isn’t. One day you wake up questioning yourself, your career, even your partner! Don’t you deserve better? Of course you do! You decide to switch your life around first thing in the morning. but was it really the right choice to make?

Recommended traits: artistic, avant garde, good, excitable, savvy sculptor, photographer’s eye

Career: painter or sculptor

Max the painting skill, plus the sculpting and/or photography skills

Go to university and achieve a fine arts degree

Be enemies with at least one sibling

Start a relationship with a former classmate (orange or green)

Have at least one child

After becoming an adult, a midlife crisis hits you hard

Quit your job

End the relationship with your partner or divorce them. Afterwards, you continue to have a good relationship with them

Find a new job and skill to focus on as an adult

start a new relationship with a different orange or green sim (whichever colour was not your first partner)

Have at least one child

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Generation 6: Orange/Green

Food is love. Crime is life. Doting parent and aspiring cook by day, criminal by night. Have you ever heard of a baking criminal? Neither have you, but someone should be the first. You have loved cooking and baking from a young age, though struggled to find your feet in the culinary career. When you leave at night your family think you are working at a swanky restaurant in town, little do they know you’re actually working for the most notorious criminal organisation in town! You prove yourself to be a hard worker but you know when to slack off and have fun. You make it a habit to visit every seasonal festival…with the bonus of getting some flirty looks from the cute sim in the crowds. 

Recommended traits: artistic, natural cook, kleptomaniac, party animal

Career: criminal

Max the painting, mixology, and cooking skills

Learn all recipes (can just stick the base game ones if you wish)

Meet your spouse (teal or pink) at one of the festivals and become instantly smitten

Have at least two children. Twins are recommended!

One child must have the good trait, one must have the evil trait

Make at least three enemies

Steal something worth at least 10,000 simoleons

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Generation 7: Teal/Pink

You and your sibling have been together through thick and thin. You are polar opposites but are as close as can be. From a young age, the two have you have always been competing with each other. Regrettably, they always seem to be the one in the spotlight, whereas you are left floundering in the dark. What you do excel at though is school and eventually, your career. You take a job in a rather niche area, one which raises a few eyebrows for certain, but you throw your whole heart into it. Let’s see who’s the best now!

Recommended traits: artistic, good or evil, family oriented, virtuoso

Be taught all your skills as a toddler

Be on the honour roll as a child and teenager

Have three good friends from school

As a young adult, join one of the ‘entertainer’ careers: musician, singer, acrobat, magician

Master at least one instrument

Fall in love with a fellow entertainer (blue or peach)

Partner must max the guitar

Have at least two children

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Generation 8: Blue/Peach

Music runs in your veins, you enjoy it but it is not where your true passion lies. As a young sim, you’ve always been into drama, stories, and theatre. However, the town you live in doesn’t take too kindly to people who are different, flamboyant, and attention-seeking. As a young adult, you move to a new town and throw yourself into the world of celebrities, drama, and paparazzi.

Recommended traits: charismatic, diva, dramatic, artistic

Career: film star

Master the painting and charisma skills

Join the drama club as a teenager

As a young adult, move to a new town and move to an apartment

Join the movie career

Marry a co-worker or neighbour who is also a celebrity (lavender or green)

Have at least one child

Divorce them once you surpass them as a celebrity

Become a vampire before you become a YA to preserve your looks

Have at least one child after your marriage

This child needs to have the white gen one hair colour

They will become your heir

Become a five star celebrity

Either ruin or maintain a good reputation

After becoming a five star celebrity, reconnect with your ex

Have a negative relationship with your sibling(s)

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Generation 9: Lavender/Green 

Phew! What a ride that was! Eight whole generations have come before you, all with their own unique interests, drama, and dreams. You, however, want to take it easy. You surround yourself with simple things, friends and family, and your garden. You love the earth and want to preserve it for future generations. What will the universe have in store for you next?

Recommended traits: friendly, good, green thumb, artistic, eco friendly 

Career: gardener or inventor - maybe even both!

Max the painting and gardening skills

Move to a small, simplistic house with a garden

Have at least three friends and three enemies

Throw a party at least once a season for your family and close friends 

Accept every invitation for a party

Marry one of your best friends (colour is up to you!)

Try and live an eco-friendly lifestyle

Adopt at least one child

Teach your children all their skills

[sunfyresrider]

Love & Ruin 2

Synopsis: After being hidden away for most of your life your mother decided to stop being protective. However, there is one rule you cannot break, DO NOT associate with your uncle Aegon. Of course, it's the first thing you do, and you both quickly realize you will be each other's inevitable downfalls.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra) Warnings: cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, incest, SEVERE mental illness, helaemond is canon, failed plots, a disaster wedding, just targ things, too many warnings to count honestly Word count: 10k Note: I am a bad person. Im sorry it took me so long to finish but my life is a cluster fuck of bad and worse and it is a blessing I havent yeeted myself into hell. Pt three is alr in the works unlike this one. PS Helaena's and Aemond's plan did work. I just didn't directly mention what it was...yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy (if you're still interested) Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @caffein8me @llearlert @introverbatim @ladybug0095 @yazzzmints @heavenly1927 @rinirinse @aelora-a (srry it didn't let me tag some of you.)

“Be quiet,” Aegon growled into the ear of the whore he chose to warm his bed this morning. The squelching sounds of his thrusts slamming into her cunt echoed throughout the room. She stifled a moan and dug her teeth into the pillow below her head. Her voice did nothing, only reminded him he wasn’t you. Aegon tried to get girls who resembled you but none pleased him the same. 

Today was an especially bad day for Aegon and mayhaps he was taking it out on the whore too much. Her cheeks were stained red from his slaps and surely her cervix would be bruised by how hard he was pounding himself into her. He had good reason though; you were returning home.

It took five years, but he almost was able to move forward with his life. You still plagued him in his dreams and there was a constant tugging at his heart everytime your name was brought up. You simply existing reminded him of the only time he was ever happy, and he clung to the memory like a baby clings to their mother's tit. 

His family was very determined to keep you away. It worked successfully, he hadn’t heard nor seen from you at all. Every letter, every flight, every potential unsavory way of stalking your whereabouts was immediately dispelled. That was only within the first year, at some point he gave up. Aegon knew you would come back at some point; you were in love with him. But days, weeks, months, and years passed and still he received nothing. 

The idea they had turned you against him murdered the last bit of hope he had. It was one of the many things that formed him into the ‘monster’ everyone believed him to be. The first was being born the first son yet being ignored for his elder sister his entire life. The night at Driftmark was the second trauma that seared a mark into his heart and brother's face forever. The third was the forceful marriage to his sister.

Aegon scarcely remembers that day or the night afterwards. He used milk of the poppy to ease his mind to the point he could hardly stand during the vows… he doesn’t know if he actually attended the first dance. He does remember the bedding and it makes his skin crawl. 

He was forced to walk into and perform his own rape. He didn’t want it and would never want it. There was no daydream or drug strong enough to make him forget. It was awful in every sense of the word. Aegon cried during it and then he cried after it. No matter how much he scrubbed himself in the bathing chambers he could not free himself of the feeling of disgust. Then there was the overwhelming guilt that came after. 

Aegon never touched her again, never really interacted with his own children. Why would he? He was an accomplice in her suffering as much as his own. She didn’t want to marry him either, she didn’t want to bear his children. He could never be a good husband, lover or anything of the sort to Helaena. She deserved it, he thought, to have someone who could care for her. Someone who could love her like a wife… not like a sibling.

But that would never be him and it ate him alive like the disease killing their father. She was too kind, too pure for him or any other man at court. She was stupid, yes, but with a larger heart than any of the women he’s met combined. Yet, he never brought himself to do his duty to stay loyal and cherish her like Alicent told him to. The only good thing he ever did for Hel was leaving her alone, it made her happy to be free of him. In truth, it would make everyone happier if the world was rid of him completely. 

Maybe his life wasn’t over yet, maybe there was still a shred of hope for him left in the world. The reason he used to be happy was returning to him. Even if it was to marry another man… He could sort that out easily enough. When Aegon first heard the news, he wasn’t as calm. He 

He could take back what was his and become the man everyone wants him to be… Or he’ll drag you down into his depravity with him. It didn’t matter, either option was a severe improvement from the existence he was currently suffering. 

“Are you ready to be back?” Jacaerys inquired whilst trying to tame the loose curls on his head. The carriage ride from the doc to the keep had proved to be dreadfully long and boring. Luke was seeping anxiety that made the entire car tense. ‘Aemond, Aemond, Aemond, he’s gonna take my eye! He’s gonna kill me if I go back!’ The chants of a scared kid really did threaten to send you over the edge. ‘Just apologize, Lucerys... He’s not going to do anything while grandsire is alive. Nothing is going to happen, just say sorry before it does.’ 

Everything you said fell on deaf ears. His fear was expected, he took his uncle's eye and received no punishment. Granted, after hearing both sides it seemed inevitable for someone to get gravely injured. You still genuinely believed or at least convinced yourself a simple apology might just keep Luke alive for a few more years. “No brother, I would rather be at home,” you muttered in a near whisper. 

Jace, always the obedient son, was oozing confidence completely unbothered by the situation. He learned that from Daemon, never let them see you falter, especially the Hightower cunts. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?” 

Your heart clenched, a sorrowful reminder of your childhood beginning to boil to the surface. A whirlwind of memories threatening to break you. 

You learned how truly codependent you were on your uncle. Without him you had become a shell of whatever it was you once were. Your insecurities reigned supreme as you had an insatiable need for approval from everyone. That meant doing everything you were asked and then some to become the greatest version of yourself you could be. You took care of people, especially your brothers whom you felt the full burden for. You were the eldest and you allowed them into a situation that got them hurt and another child maimed. 

It wasn’t just your insecurities; your moods would take a turn quicker than before. At the drop of a hat, you could be raging or hysterically crying. Sometimes you didn’t even understand why. You became obsessive over little things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. For example: how your dresses were fitted, how your hair was styled, and what you ate and drank. It wasn’t in the front of your mind at the time, but you did things in the way he always preferred. 

Without him, deciding on things became hard. You never needed to think before because he did it for you. Not only that but you became a chronic liar. It wasn’t on purpose, sometimes things would just slip out. You were great at denying any problems you had and chalking them up to your blood moon. You denied any relationship with Aegon and defended him more than he deserved. Especially since he so carelessly abandoned you. No letters, no visits, he left you with fucking nothing. You started to convince yourself you never loved him; it was just pity. You had a burning desire to rescue him and mistook it for genuine affections. 

Four years ago, almost to this very day the invitation to the prince and princess’s wedding had just reached your doorstep. You learned that day just how much you did love him because when the letter was read you cried so much you vomited. You stopped eating, stopped sleeping, stopped doing all the things you love and rotted in your bed waiting for the pain to subside… Or for the stranger to take you. 

The image of him touching her the same way he did you, the idea of him whispering the same things he did to you, the way she would cry out his name like you did… It made you want to rip your hair out and peel your skin off. She probably had an extremely elegant dress; the throne room was probably filled with music and guests, and they would ride their dragons together to show off their union… You tore all the clothes he liked to shreds and punched a hole in your mirror… 

Originally, you never had any disdain for your exceedingly kind and misunderstood aunt but now it was pure untamed hatred. The jealousy was incredible, truly you would be confined to a prison cell if you acted on the things you thought up. 

You could kill both of them and end the war before it even started. You prayed she would miscarry the twins, it didn’t happen. You prayed he would get too drunk and die from alcohol poisoning, obviously it didn’t happen. You prayed the entire keep would be set on fire and everyone within it would die burning in flames just as your father did… it did not. 

You were never good enough for him. He abandoned you and left you to rot after taking something so important from you. You were a fool, a naive idiot. The fear of being abandoned personified ever more when your mother gave birth to two legitimate children. Everyone was going to abandon you and it was driving you insane. You had mastered the art of pretending, no one was able to tell what was underneath the surface. 

Jacaerys was really the only person who noticed the change. He was the only one who saw through your lies and facade. And he was the only one who genuinely helped you overcome the complete insanity you had sunk into. He pulled you out from drowning in a sea of madness and kept you afloat ever since. In turn, you felt a little guilty for your wicked thoughts and desires, but you were atoning for them by good will and actions. 

Still, sometimes late at night when you were alone, he would come back. The memories would come flooding in and sleep would evade you. He had burned a scar into your heart that never fully healed and probably never would. According to your mother who said the first heartbreak is always the worst and most memorable. You didn’t want to come back. You didn’t ever want to see Aegon Targaryen again. 

“No, it’s because- ” You hit your head on the back of the car, knocking the air out of your lungs. The carriage came to a halt, catapulting Lucerys forward into the other seat. Jacaerys bursted into uncontrollable laughter as he rubbed his forehead from the impact. 

It was a great start to a visit, a crash landing. Surely, not foreshadowing the rest of your adventure. As you unpiled from the carriage a welcome party stood there waiting for you. It was unexpected, seeing your grandsire there in decent health, you heard he was much worse. 

Then there were the Hightowers, looking as if they wanted to be anywhere but here. Your eyes scanned over them one by one, Alicent wore her plastered fake smile as usual, Otto stood too stiffly and only looked at Daemon, Aemond looked ready to murder you all. He was far different from what you remembered, tall, slender, and handsome even with one eye. 

Then there was Helaena… Completely disassociated from whatever was happening and mumbling under her breath. You smiled, the rage you felt before when you imagined her was gone. You had actually healed and successfully moved forward. This was good, so great you could even hug her… 

Until your eyes moved to her left. The sunken feeling in your chest blossomed into a new monster threatening to devour you. Your smile faded; your heart began erratically pumping blood to all parts of your body. Your knees locked in place trying to keep your balance. 

Aegon… Aegon was only ten feet away and yet there seemed to be miles between you. It was a joke, a great joke, he looked more gorgeous than he ever had. His hair was cut to frame his face perfectly, his jaw was more defined, his dark circles brought out the beautiful sea blue that surrounded his pupils. 

The smile that adorned his face was larger than any you had seen him wear prior. His eyes twinkled with childlike glee. The corset you wore became suffocatingly tight and the heat in King’s Landing began to make your head spin. Your breathing was rapid, a million emotions coursing their way through your head. 

Aegon took a step down the stairs, your body wanted to flee but you were frozen in time. Another step, all the air in your body left you. A third step made all the bile in your stomach rise to your throat. His feet touched the ground, and he strode towards you, the world started to spin, your mind racing with the worst possible outcomes. 

You blinked, for a mere second. You reminded yourself it had been five years; he had no hold on you anymore. He was a monster, a terrible man and a worse son. Aegon was not going to get under your skin, you were not going to falter in front of him. You were better now, you moved on, you were mentally healthy… 

You opened your eyes, inhaling a deep breath. He was one pace in front of you, “Niece.” 

Disappointment, Aegon was riddled with it every day and today was no expectation. He was so excited his soul wanted to jump out of its skin. But no, the second he approached you passed out and all the sudden he was the villain. What could he have possibly done a foot away to make you faint? 

Unless you were too excited to see him, your heartbeat too fast and you fainted. It would make the most sense, reuniting with the person you truly love would send anyone over the edge. It almost made him faint when he first laid eyes upon you. 

Gods you were so much more beautiful than he could have imagined. You had grown into a gorgeous woman, easily the prettiest one at court. Your eyes sparkled like diamonds, your hair flowed perfectly down your face, and your cheeks still flushed bright pink when you saw him.  

Your dress hugged your figure in all the right places and the things he imagined laid beneath made him insatiably horny. Control, he had to remind himself it’d been years and he needed that. It was hard considering the two days you’d been here he had only seen one glimpse. One quick glimpse in the courtyard before you were stolen away again. 

Your chambers were only a few hallways away and he could see you anytime he wanted. And yet, Aegon had to plot when to corner you. There was not only a hoard of guards following you around every step you took but Jacaerys clung to your skirts like a lost orphan. 

So, he waited and waited… and fucking waited until he was practically ripping the hair from his skull. The lack of your presence was okay on the first day, the second it was tolerable but by the third day it became suspicious. Impatient and spoiled, his mother’s words rang true more and more each day. 

It was increasingly clear that it wasn’t just them keeping you from him, but you were putting extra care into avoiding him. What did he do wrong? The stalking? The letters? The gifts that were never opened. It was all obvious professions of love… Why would you be uncomfortable with that?

Aegon was nursing another goblet of wine as he sunk to the floor. His face felt wet as if he were crying… Was he crying? His body to the point of numbness he could not tell any longer. Sadly, it seemed the wine was not working to cure the ever-disheartening thoughts in his mind. 

You were going to get married and forget all about him. They hadn’t given him a single opportunity to attempt to carve his way back into your heart and most likely weren’t going to. What was the reason for living at this point? The one thing he yearned to touch was so close yet so far. 

He scoffed at himself. Aegon was no tragic poet, but he was beginning to sound like one. It was the alcohol, a new type probably causing his episode. He went to grasp the corner of the table to stand up, but his legs could no longer withstand his weight. The contents on the table along with his own body fell to the floor. 

Not one of his proudest moments to date.  

“You’re pathetic,” an irritating voice laced with superiority drew him out of his head. “Brother, have you come to visit your- I mean my children? They aren’t here.” Aemond clenched his jaw once, twice until he let out a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with Aegon, there was no winning against someone fueled by pure delusions. 

He would never come to see his- Aegon’s children in his room. They would be with their sweet mother far away from the monstrosity they called dad. “We’re all being forced to attend her wedding tourney.” 

“When?” Aegon’s eyes lit up and the sunken expression finally lifted. “At dawn,” Aemond took a step back before the smell of wine, sweat and uncleanliness of three days seeped into his nose. “For the love of the seven take a bath!” 

Hope, there was still hope left in the world! All of the sudden he had awakened, the whimpering pathetic mess he was a few moments ago was long forgotten. The gears in his brain began turning… 

As Aemond strode out of Aegon’s chambers a new plan formed into the mind of the monster himself… “Little brother,” he sang with a cruelty only Aegon could possess. “Will our dear uncle Gwayne be participating?” 

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Aemond did not loathe his brother as much as everyone believed he did. Yes, he was jealous Aegon the wastrel was first born, and he was not. Yes, he was jealous Helaena was forced to marry the pig instead of him. No, he did not blame his brother for any of this. Solidarity was exceedingly important in times like these, future succession wars and all. 

What he learned was, Aegon hated being married to Helaena as much as she did. Aegon didn’t want to be king and would gladly give it to Aemond if the time came. Lastly, as sad as Aegon could be he was fiercely loyal to his family. If it came down to it Aemond knew his brother would die for them… or take an eye instead. 

“Has he stopped wallowing in his sorrow?” Even when she insulted people Helaena’s voice sounded like angels in his ear. “No, though he has come up with another borderline war crime plan.” She let out a deep sigh as she fiddled with the needle she used to sew. “Should I ask?” 

“He’s urging Gwayne to kill the Fiance before they have a chance to wed.” Helaena stifled a laugh; she should be offended he would dishonor her or even vengeful since her husband dare tried to intervene on another woman’s affairs. Instead, she bit her lip from smiling, “I should be glad she is not as deranged as him or I may not be here today.” 

Aemond rose from his seat and sat down next to her. His long fingers gently caressed the side of her face, pushing back the strands that obscured his view of her violet eyes. “I would kill her before she could ever lift a finger.” 

Helaena gently tugged Aemond’s hands away from her face, cupping them in her lap. “Aems you are far too serious. She’s still as sweet as a rose I hear…” 

There was a sudden silence between them, not uncomfortable in the slightest but eerily still, nonetheless. If Helaena was being honest with herself, she felt terribly for you. She couldn’t imagine what pain he had caused or what exactly he had done to cause you to faint at the mere sight of him. 

She could imagine, Helaena simply wished not to burden herself with those thoughts. You were her savior in a weird sense of the word. Because of your existence her brother did not attempt to bed her or force heirs upon her, he did not touch her, he did not bother her unless requested of him. You kept his mind preoccupied, so she wasn’t completely trapped in a horrid marriage such as her mothers. Aegon was a good brother and only a brother… Sometimes she worried what would happen if you ceased to exist. 

Still, she was trapped in a marriage. Aemond and Helaena had two vastly different reasons for wanting you around. Helaena wanted to see Aegon content, happy even if they were lucky. And if things happened the way it did in her dreams… Their marriage would be annulled and you two could wed and she could continue to do as she pleased with the father of her children. A fairytale but she was known for being the dreamer. 

Aemond simply wanted his brother to get off his fucking ass and do something with his life. He wanted him to stop whoring, to stop pushing away duties, and to start taking matters seriously. The only way he was going to do that was if his favorite toy was promptly returned to him. You also kept Aegon far away from his beloved Helaena, that was merely a bonus. 

If he had to choose, obviously he would have not chosen his brother to become obsessed with one of the bastards, it couldn’t be helped anymore. The seeds of whatever drug Aegon made you take to enjoy him had already been planted. The spell you used to seduce him had already begun working. 

At the very least you defended them… somewhat. It was enough to make him wish you were dead even less. He had to remind himself, though you were a bastard and related to his sworn enemy, you were also just a woman. As his mother once said, ‘all women are created in the image of the mother and to be spoken of with reverence… And to be treated as such!’ 

Aemond let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “We’re going to find a convoluted way to help him, aren’t we?” Helaena hummed to herself for a moment, was there any way they could really help you? “Do you believe she is distant because she believes he abandoned her?” 

They gazed at each other for a moment, a silent agreement. You were easy to read, at least to the dreamer herself… “Yes Aems, I think we are.”

The dress you were forced into was unbearably tight, the summer sun had seeped through the red fabric and your blood felt as if it was boiling. The royal stand was too crowded, too many unwelcome faces and bodies suffocating you. The noise of horses and knights preparing to show off for your favor made your ears ache. Unbearable, that was the best way you could describe your current predicament. 

The fainting spell was enough to have your mother confine you to chambers. She knew, your brothers knew, the Hightowers knew, everyone in the entire keep could see through you both. At every single turn you were specifically swayed far away from your uncle. Absolutely no contact, especially since you were to be married. 

That’s what the entire day was for, to celebrate you being sold off to a son of Dorne. If the heat in King’s Landing doesn’t kill you first, then surely the sun there will do the job. You hoped your death would come sooner rather than late. 

If the day could not go any worse the sound of someone taking a seat next to you caused you to flinch. You could smell him, practically taste the wine emitting off of him. Then there was the seat to your left, the scent of flowers filled your nose. Your eyes stayed glued to your hands. You didn’t dare move or breathe… 

A gentle hand that was as soft as a feather pillow touched yours. “Don’t be nervous.” Helaena, of all the people in the world you did not expect her to say such. Especially now, since you were separating husband and wife or did, they purposely do this to torment you further? “If I’m sitting in your place I can move, princess.” 

You kept your head turned to her, trying your hardest to ignore the one sitting far too close to your right. Where was your mother? Your brothers? Where was your family to rescue you? “Nonsense! I purposely asked Jacaerys to let me sit next to you.” To the right, you could feel two violet eyes burning holes into the back of your skull. 

“How lovely,” you muttered out trying to find your family from the corner of your eyes. How in the seven hells was he next to you? You turned your body towards the crowd, an invisible shield in your mind blocking you from turning the other way. 

Behind you, your entire family was in the row above staring daggers into Aegon. Of course, he stole Lucerys seat before he had a chance to protest. The sound of trumpets blaring, and the weakened voice of your grandsire distracted you, momentarily from the hell you were living in. 

A warm and soft hand was placed over your own. Dragging your nails from tarnishing the skin around them. “Afraid your husband to be is going to lose?” It felt as though a bolt of lightning shot down your back. You bit your lip, no you wanted him to lose and potentially be stabbed in a duel. You actually want to be stabbed too right now.

Milk of the poppy was your savior. That’s what had been prescribed to keep you grounded. It’s why you’re not currently on the floor unconscious. It's why you decided to engage in conversation instead of keeping your mouth shut. It's why you let his hands caress your own and bask in the warmth they provided. It wasn’t you; it was the medication. 

“Why aren’t you participating in the tourney?” You could feel a smile curve onto his face, though you swore not to look. “Why would I? Do you want me to compete for your favor?” You turned to look at him, shocked by the accusation you would want him of all people competing for you. That was a fantasy of children, a dead one at that. 

A mistake was made when you glanced at him. Gods, he was beautiful in the most pathetic way possible. The dark circles, the smug smile, the unruly hair, the piercing eyes and the jaw with just a tad of baby fat encompassing it. You forgot his lady wife sitting next to you, you forgot your family watching you. For a moment, it was just you looking at the pretty monster who ruined you. A shimmer of hope, a memory of childhood championship bubbled to the surface. 

“No Aegon, I think you would lose,” you jested. His eyes sparkled; his subtle grin turned into a wide blinding smile. “I think I already have your favor.” Your mouth parted to speak, cheeks brimming red from the implication.

Down below the sounds of cracking shields and screams of pain stifled by armor were becoming the loudest noise. A Blackwood had just begun a duel with a Bracken and… his entrails were staining the tan colored sand a dark shade of crimson. You felt bile rising up in your throat as you unconsciously tightened your drip on Aegon’s hand. An act that didn’t go unnoticed and was quickly returned. 

“Not a fan of bloodshed?” His voice sounded softer, almost kind versus his usual unserious tone. He was staring at the side of your face and his eyes shone with mild concern combined with amusement. Aegon was always one for violence, not you.  By no means were you against it, seeing the insides of someone’s stomach simply didn’t suit your fancy. 

“And the day grows ugly…” Helaena let out a deep sigh as she gazed at the scene below. Her voice made you quickly realize how disrespectful you were being towards their marriage. In a second, your hand was ripped out of his grasp and placed firmly on your lap. Avoid, you avoided both of their looks and your gaze moved strictly forward. 

You could have sworn you saw a flash of Aemond’s eyepatch and his fingers patting at her knee. Oddly enough, you were very suspicious of brother and sister relationships considering the family you were born into. Thank heavens you were amongst the normal ones… almost. 

“You’re not wrong, Hel. You’re not wrong.” Aegon’s voice had lost all its original sympathetic tone as his lips formed into a pout like a spoiled brat. “Princess! Your favor would surely help me win this tournament if you could be so kind.” 

The sound of your fiancés voice made you want to sink into the abyss of your mind and let it swallow you. Maybe even feed yourself to Vhagar much like your late aunt Laena did. Aegon looked worse, enraged and annoyed to the utmost level. 

His body moved slowly towards your fiancée, and you swore if looks could kill he would be dead. You didn’t flinch or falter this time. You no longer frowned at the sight of the man you were supposed to marry. In fact, you were bubbling with joy.

The second Martell son held a huge smile while he waited for you to place your favor on his lance. You did your best to make a spectacle out of it, wishing him luck as loudly as you could. Your mother was smiling proudly, surely congratulating herself on a fine match she had made. 

She didn’t understand, you weren’t happy because of him. You were happy to see Aegon leaking envy from his pores with the most miserable look on his face. Now he was feeling exactly what you did and it felt fucking fantastic. You gracefully sat back in place with a smile that went ear to ear. 

“Would you like to place a bet on who will win, uncle?” He shifted in place, his eyes following the black mare your fiancée rode. “I don’t intend on betting coins, niece.” An awfully smug look creeped onto his face. “What are we betting?” 

Aegon leaned into you, so his mouth nearly brushed over your ear. His breath was heavy and laced with confidence. His whispers sent a shiver up your spine that glued you in place. “If Gwayne Hightowers knocks your beloved husband off his horse I get to claim you in front of everyone.” 

“…”

Your breath hitched in your throat as the world paused. Heat rose from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head, radiating in all directions. The drugs were no longer keeping your very unstable emotions at bay. Your cheeks were not just flushed by the idea but from the crushing reminder he was not yours to claim. He was stolen from you and didn’t mind until you showed back up. No letters, no secret rendezvous, no gifts on name days or holidays… To Aegon it was always just a game. 

A game he was still fucking playing at your own expense. Could he not see he had done enough? He had ruined what sliver of self-respect you had years ago? What else was there for him to take besides your life. Your original despair turned into something hateful, “My husband will win and when he does you have to stay away from me for as long as I’m here.” 

His mouth hung agape as he was trying to debate this completely unfair bet. Aegon was going to make a jest, defend himself or anything really before the trumpets blared loud enough for the deaf to hear. “Hmph,” you turned in your seat, stone faced, chin held high, completely ignoring his presence to watch the knights begin to mount their horses.

Ser Gwayne Hightower was wearing a suit of armor and a green cape. Gwayne’s helm was in the shape of a lantern… It looked completely ridiculous. His horse wasn’t stupid, it was a powerful white charger, and his lance appeared to be held firmly in his grip. From all the stories you’ve heard, he was an amazing knight. He’d won many tourneys in the past and nearly knocked down Daemon once. 

Your fiancée was on the other side, and he certainly did stand out… The golden decor on his armor was perhaps a bit much and he refused to wear a helm. His horse was beautiful albeit not as powerful as the charger. It wasn’t looking very good.

You were too busy praying to the seven for mercy when the two horses took off. In a flash their lances connected, and poor Quentyn was nearly thrown off. You heard a snicker from the corner, and you whipped your head to stare at the smirk plastered all over Aegon’s face. “Heh look at that!” No fucking way, no way in the names of any god would he get to do anything with you. “Fuck you, uncle,” the venom laced words seeped out of your mouth before you could contain them. Your perfect facade was beginning to break so quickly. 

“That can be arranged.” You gritted your teeth and your nostrils flared. Seeing him win in anyway made you want to snatch a sword and shove it right between his fucking… 

“We have a winner!” 

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, and you forgot whatever your last thought was. You stood up from your seat to gaze at the ground and surely enough… 

“Quentyn Martell has won the favor of the Princess!” 

Heh heh heh…. You turned to look at him with a smirk only the divine could wear, “I win.” 

He miss stepped, Aegon had completely misread the situation at hand. Her mind had been completely poisoned by those… those cunts! And Gwayne completely fumbled the fucking tourney. This added more layers to the issues already at hand. Firstly, her husband needed to go and fast. Secondly, he had to untaint her mind. Thirdly, how the hell was he going to keep her here with him? Aegon only had a single day and night to do it… 

CRASH

Another empty goblet of wine was thrown into the wall. The small shards covered the floor like winter snow tainted by red droplets of wine. The prince was raging and drinking… ceaselessly. “For the love of the seven will you sit down!” Aemond watched unamused, on the edge of storming out himself at this display. It was getting annoying how easily irritated his brother was becoming. Aegon stomped across, “We have to kill him… Preferably sooner rather than late.” 

“We could tell the truth about her virtue and have a Septon annul the marriage… avoid making any unnecessary enemies.” Aegon pivoted to stare at Aemond, face void of any signs of agreement. “Yes, and besmirch her reputation in the process… Ha! That will surely make her crawl into my bed.” 

Aemond really fucking hated sarcasm above all forms of conversation. “Oh, great manipulative tactician, what exactly were you thinking?” His steps paused as he toyed with the knife he kept on belt. He wasn’t a genius nor was he overly capable of manipulation like his grandfather…

“It can only work if she is obsessed with me again.” The younger brother let out a groan, rubbing his face with both his hands. “What exactly are you planning to do?” 

A wicked smirk curled its way onto his lips. His pupils momentarily turned dark, “Not I, dear brother, what are you going to do.” Aemond lowered his hands, so his eye picked through, raising an eyebrow. 

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“This won’t do,” Rhaenyra declared as she tossed another necklace laced with jewels onto the floor of your chambers. “Mother!” you gaped as the expensive piece fell to the floor. She pursed her lips together, fingers grazing the delicate jewelry laid before you. “My first born, my only daughter is getting married… Tacky crystals won’t do.” You sunk deeper into your chair, twirling your wet hair in between your fingers. 

Rhaenyra closely examined a few more pieces, none of which suited her exquisite taste. She turned to you, her eyebrows creasing together. “You look more pale than usual.” You looked up at her and her eyes were laced with concern. One thing about your mother is that you could never lie to her. She knew you more than you knew yourself. The slightest bit of discomfort she could snuff out and exile it from your mind. 

“I haven’t been sleeping well as of late.” Her gentle hands went to comb through your hair. “If you changed your mind and don’t wish to get married, I could always have Daemon, take care of it.” You choked up a laugh, “threatening murder on my wedding day? How very festive.” 

A small smile made her lips curve upwards. She let out a breath, plucking a necklace off the counter and holding it to your neck. “Is it him?” The dragon necklace made of diamonds laced with gold details seemed to taunt you. “No, he hasn’t bothered me at all.” A bold-faced lie that your mother could see through instantaneously. Rhaenyra wrapped the necklace around your throat and clasped it in the back. “Really? He seemed to bother you at the tourney.” 

The necklace seemed to be choking you though it wasn’t tight at all. It would have been something you wore if you were getting married to him instead. A golden dragon paying homage to Sunfyre… “Just playful banter. Honestly it went far better than expected.” 

She looked as if she was about to contest what you said but three knocks at the door caught both your attention. It slowly creaked open revealing a maid no older than fifteen. She stood meekly in the entrance shifting eyes between your mother and yourself. 

“I didn’t mean to disturb you; the king requested your presence.” Your mother raised her brow, questioning the situation at hand. You gave a nearly unnoticeable nod, reassuring her everything was all right. She clapped her hands together, “You’re not disturbing anyone! My love I’ll return shortly.”

Rhaenyra strided out the door with the confidence only a queen could possess. You envied the way she carried herself no matter the situation. You slumped back down into your chair staring at yourself in the grandiose mirror. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having Daemon rid you of your husband… If anything, he would probably take pride in having something to hold over your head.

But a war was brewing, it was an inevitable fact that no one could deny and soon it would be impossible to ignore. You needed the dornish alliance, and you were the perfect bargaining chip… Curse the seven for making you a woman. 

“You look like you’re in agony. Already getting the wedding blues?” It’s no use asking how he snuck in, it’s no use asking why he was here, and it’s absolutely no fucking use to start panicking. “Uncle, I thought we had an agreement.” His steps were light, almost frolicking to stand behind your seat in front of the vanity. Aegon’s face was the ideal image of serenity, you couldn’t say the same for yourself. 

“It’s your wedding day! Surely, I can offer my congratulations on this joyous day.” There wasn’t an honest way you could describe the pain within your chest. It felt as if a blade had carved a hole within your heart that refused to heal. A dark abyss threatening to swallow you whole. He wasn’t meant to be happy; you were supposed to be cheery. Aegon was meant to pin after you until he died… Not move on and get married, have children, and celebrate your own wedding. 

You didn’t feel the tears quietly falling from your eyes or the way your lip was quivering. His hand moved to graze your shoulder, but you jumped out of your seat, snapping your head back to face him. “Don’t touch me!” He put his hands up in mock surrender, “W-woah…”

“Did you come here to torment me some more? Do you revel watching me be so miserable?” He stumbled back, muttering some incoherent apology that fell on deaf ears. “You abandoned me! You left me like a dog and went to go playhouse with your perfect fucking family, perfect fucking wife and two perfect children.” 

One of the many things you were shouting must have triggered something within him. Aegon grabbed your shoulders with such force you almost buckled under their grip. He shook you like a child would shake their pet if it stopped listening. “Perfect? Have you become fucking delusional? What part of a forced marriage to your sister sounds perfect to you?!” 

“Let me go! Don’t- fucking touch me!” You shouted in between sobs. “No! You’re telling me you’ve been ignoring me for years because you’re fucking jealous?” You swatted at his face, attempting to grab him by his hair to pull him down. Poor idea, Aegon always thought violence was exciting. Somewhere amidst the fight you ended up wrestling on the ground shouting curses at one another. 

“I hate you! I would never be jealous of you!” Aegon shiftly straddled you and began fighting to grab your wrists again. To make it all the more unbearable the bastard was smiling. “Bullshit! It’s seeping off of you.” You bit down on his hand that came just a little too close to your mouth. He growled, slamming on wrists behind your head. “Seven hells will you calm down and listen!” 

You writhed underneath him, albeit with less screams of curses. This rather pathetic display went on for only another minute before he forced his lips onto yours. It was rough, mainly teeth clashing together and lips fighting against one another. Part of you wished it could continue, to relive your past one more time before you were sold off. 

The other part of you bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Aegon relented, a droplet of blood staining his swollen bottom lip. Whatever spell he had put on you had worked; you were quiet and unusually still. “Look at me.” You turned your head to face the wall, refusing to be trapped by those damned eyes. “Look at me!” Begrudgingly, after being shouted at, you looked at him. “My marriage is not happy. I swear on my own life I only bedded her once. I was so drunk I can’t even remember if it truly happened…” 

“More lies… You have two children.” He scoffed, looking around the room as if asking the seven for patience. “Oh, for the love of- Do you really think those are mine? Just look at them!” Aegon appeared unbelievably desperate for you to believe him. His eyes frantically searching yours for any comfort… 

The twins did appear more similar to one brother than the other… Jaehaera herself was a spitting image of Helaena only. “I don’t believe you…” His face dropped as if you had taken an arrow to his heart. “But it wouldn’t matter if I did. I’m getting married tonight.” A foolish course of action on your part because you gave him hope. A dangerous thing if given to the wrong people and he was by far the wrong person. 

He pressed his mouth against you once more, this time his soft lips caressed your own gently. The taste of wine and iron coated your tastebuds, and it wasn’t at all displeasing. It was comforting, like a hug from an old friend. He pulled his right hand away from your wrist, almost giving you time to escape. But the second your arm moved he grabbed it with his left. A gentle, almost comfortable, kiss was turning into a desperate one. 

Aegon’s tongue slid into your mouth doing circles with your own. Your breaths quickened as he began to nibble on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and then kissing it before letting go again. His hands slid down to your thighs, cupping them firmly in his warm palms and massaging their shape. You shivered when his fingers brushed against your most sensitive area, it had been so long since anyone had touched you. 

The wedding you were supposed to be attending today became a distant memory as he kissed you senseless. His lips trailed across your jawline and down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his nose grazed yours again you found yourself trembling with need. 

“You have missed me,” he whispered breathlessly. You wanted to say no, that your body was betraying you but when his fingers grazed your unclothed cunt all you could mutter was “ah, ah, ah~”

His tongue flicked out and traced up the side of your neck, then back down. He slipped his tongue inside of your ear, and then swallowed down all of your words. His fingers began gently teasing at your clit, sliding between your wet folds, rubbing it painstakingly slow. You whimpered into his mouth, begging him to do more.

Aegon wasn’t supposed to give it all to you so easily but… Forcing in a few fingers was far from all he could do. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of your slick folds, making sure to tease your clit each time. His eye had a wicked gleam to them watching you come undone underneath him, “you think you’ll be happy with another man? You think he’ll be able to please you like I do?” 

You opened your mouth but all that came out was a muffled cry. “No one knows your body like I do. No one can ever please you like I do.” His fingers moved swifter curling up to hit the sweet spot inside of you. Your legs buckled around him as you began to moan ceaselessly. A wicked smile took over his features, “be honest with yourself everytime you try to fuck another man you’ll be imagining me, my lips, my tongue, my fingers and my cock inside of you.” 

Your arms fell limply by your sides, the world spinning in circles as a delicious haze descended upon you. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his fingers as he continued to push them deeper inside of you. “I’ve already ruined you, what other man could want you?  Who do you belong to? Say it!” 

“Y-You! Aegon! I belong to you.” You cried out in pleasure, your voice echoing through the room. He pressed his lips against you once more, swallowing all the noises you made as your cunt tightened around his thick fingers. “That’s a good little girl,” He purred as your orgasm washed over you.

“Aegon…” You breathed, your head lolling to the side as he pulled his fingers out of your quivering pussy. He sat up, face returning to its usual expression of complete nonchalant. “I’ll give you time to get all dressed up, recite vows you do not mean with a stranger, dance until your heart's content and then I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine.” 

He leaped off of you swiftly, lazily fixing his hair and wiping the blood from his mouth. You propped yourself up on your elbows, “What in the seven hells?” Aegon smiled at you, but it wasn’t one of genuine joy. It was sick with cruel eyes behind it. “You’ll see.” 

The seeds of doubt had been planted into your mind and had already begun to sprout. The once joyous occasion was quickly turning into a fucking nightmare. To be Frank, you really wish you were dead instead of standing up here reciting vows you did not mean. It was awkward, unbelievably awkward. For five years your beloved had been pining for you and you were too blind to see it. 

Or it was all a sick joke being played on you. Which one was worse you did not know. Your entire family stood there, smiling, your mother nearly on the verge of tears seeing her only daughter preparing to start a family of her own… Gods, is this how Aegon felt all these years knowing he was the disappointment? You had been completely soiled and yet here you stand with your new husband… Aegon’s scent and markings weren’t even fully off of you! 

The entire ceremony was eerily calm. No random bursts of violence or protests to your union.  Which means your uncle may or may not intend to murder and or maim this man tonight. Any sound of mind woman would be sick at the thought and run for aid… Obviously you were not at all that type of girl. Currently you were jumping out of your skin waiting for him to finally arrive and rescue you. 

The only issue was, he never did show up. Not for the first kiss, not for the first dance, not for the speech his father was barely able to make or the feast itself… Did he intend to ignore you until it was all over? 

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Aegon was unbelievably late to the wedding celebration. It was on purpose; he had a few loose strings he needed to tie before he arrived. For once he was sober and painstakingly polite as he walked in. It is fair to mention he had the servants meticulously fix his normal disheveled appearance so he could make an impression on you. 

When Aegon first entered the great hall, his eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room, where a grand table adorned in the finest gold sits on a raised dais. The royal table is flanked on either side by rich red tapestries, ornately embroidered with the sigils of the houses respectively. If only he could burn all of the dornish banners with Sunfyre.

As he moved throughout the room, Aegon was struck by the attention to detail. Everywhere you looked, you saw the sign of the union between two powerful houses, a testament to the joyous occasion for which this room has been decked out. It was fucking disgusting and Aegon wanted to puke on it.

The throne room was filled to the brim with Lords and Ladies alike from all across the realm. In the center, just in front of the throne sat the royal table. On the opposing sides of the room were the packed tables for the highly esteemed guests. The middle of the room was cleared for dancing and eventually the marriage itself…

He wished he could throw himself into the spikes of the throne. Instead, he had to slither his way through the crowds to make way to the table. Aegon was tired of waiting, He was tired of hearing your family gawk at the well-made match and he was especially tired of doing nothing. Your husband would be dealt with in due time, but he hadn’t the patience to pretend not to be itching to speak to you, to touch you, anything but sit here and fucking watch. 

He finally pulled himself up onto the podium and marched his way in front of you. You seemed stunned, miserable, in awe of his beauty. All of which were better than you being happy to be wed. "I'm insulted you have yet to ask me to dance, uncle." His lips twisted into his usual overly confident smile. “didn’t want to disturb the happy couple so soon.” 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you stuck out your hand waiting for him to take it. There were stares from certain people of course, those who knew what happened at Driftmark and potentially before. You didn’t really care anymore. 

For a moment, he was the perfect gentleman. Placing his hands in only the proper places and spinning you around the floor with ease. If you were a normal family, this would be a sweet interaction between relatives… But you were twisted and Targaryens. “You know, I’m putting more effort into this dance than my own wedding.” You scoffed, “Oh joy, surely no one will find this suspicious at all.” 

Aegon’s face mirrored disgust as he glanced around you. “Is something the matter?” He rolled his eyes, "Your dearly beloved is gawking." You stood on your tiptoes to glance over his shoulder. Surely enough, the pretty dornish prince was smiling ear to ear watching you…"Do something about it." 

The mischievous look Aegon always wore as a child made its reappearance. It was quick, his hands grasping onto your face and pulling you so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “You would let me dishonor you in front of all these people, bad princess.” You whined trying to lean up into his face, but he pulled back, “tsk tsk, can’t let your husband see you so needy for my affection now, can we?” 

You wished he would stop referring to him as your husband. You wished he would stop reminding you of what waited for you after the night ended. “Sister… Prince Aegon.” Jacaerys appeared from behind like a thief in the night. Immediately souring any positive mood Aegon could have been in. He stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides. “Nephew.” He gritted through his teeth with a subtle bow. 

“Princess, would you dance with me?” You glanced between the two and felt the humiliation of the situation beginning to seep in. Your mother was on the high podium with a faux smile and a death grip on her fork observing you… “Of course! Let’s go little brother.”

The dance was alright… But you couldn’t get your mind off of the Lannister girl who was practically drooling at the sight of Aegon. He had slept with her before you knew this much. A secret part of you kept track of the whores he buried his cock inside, at least the rich ones. What happened next was honestly a blur, you couldn’t remember a thing. Except that you may or may not have called her a whore and threatened her life if she dared to touch him… She scurried away with her hands on her and tears in her eyes. 

You weren’t jealous at all, only defending Helaena’s honor. 

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“Prince Aegon, pleasure to finally meet you,” If the night couldn't get any better the man of the hour had just willingly approached the man plotting against him… “Prince Quentyn, nice of you to believe this is a pleasure.”  He smirked, “Your wife looks very beautiful.” Aegon patted his shoulders, “as does yours.” 

Quentyn winced, a rather noticeable scowl growing on his face. “She’ll never be yours, my prince.”

“You’ll see later tonight whose name she calls out while your cock is inside her.” He smiled a crooked grin. Quentyn’s fists balled up next to his sides, Aegon wasn’t one to directly fight, he was more behind the scenes type of criminal. There was no denying that he was strong, strong enough to crack this man’s skull. But that wasn’t part of the plan… His feet moved fast, swiftly connecting his fist to Aegon’s jaw. 

The crowd erupted behind them, lords and ladies screaming trying to escape the violence. Suddenly, Aegon stopped trying to attack and let the dornish cunt take charge. He tackled him to the ground and landed hit after hit… Was this really worth it, he thought to himself as blood started to trickle down his face. “You- fucking- wastrel-” Aegon was laughing hysterically whilst getting his face beat in… All according to plan, he told himself. 

“Get off of him!” You screeched in horror pulling at the man assaulting your lover. It wasn’t meant to take a turn like it did. Quentyn, not recognizing you, turned and landed a hit square to your cheek knocking you on your ass. “Protect the princess!” Some guard shouted from behind whilst dogpiling onto your husband. He stared in horror at what he had done, you were gripping your cheek mortified, and Aegon was laying there covered in blood laughing his ass off like a psychopath. 

The maester was applying ice to your cheekbone as you nervously picked at the seams on your dress. “We’ll have the marriage annulled by tomorrow.” Rhaenyra paced inside the room. “On what grounds? Aegon was obviously egging him on,” Jacaerys groaned from the corner. “I could kill him and fix this entirely,” Daemon muttered watching his wife rage on. 

The rest of the argument was drowned out, the only noise you could hear was the sound of Aegon’s jaw cracking. You didn’t feel despair that the wedding was ruined, you didn’t feel depressed that your husband had hit you… No, you felt completely fucking enraged. 

Seeing Aegon harmed had awoken something in you. It was hateful and could not be quelled by a simple apology. He fucking beat him to a pulp in the midst of your wedding then had the audacity to lay a hand on you… It may or may not have awoken something because seeing Aegon laughing whilst covered in his own blood made your core heat up. 

“Could I be given some milk of the poppy for the pain, mother?” Rhaenyra looked at you with the most sorrowful expression she could muster, “oh my sweet girl.” She cupped your cheeks in her hands and rubbed at the bruise that was forming. “Go fetch some tea for my daughter, Maester… Now!” 

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You were returning to your chambers in a rather dumbed down state. The medicine made your mind hazy, and your body feel light as a feather. It was like wine but far better with less of a hangover. The corridors were dark, all the excitement from tonight was far over. You hummed to yourself lazily, dreading the return to where your husband lay. Until you felt a hand wrap around your mouth and yank you into a hole in the wall you never knew was there. 

You tried to scream but were quickly shushed by a voice that could only belong to one man. “Aegon? What are you doing?” He smiled at you, rubbing the bruise on your cheek. “Will you go out for a walk with me?” You raised your eyebrow in distrust, “To where?” Aegon grinned, almost too enthusiastically to trust, “the dragonpit.” 

The most unexpected event of tonight wasn’t the wedding brawl nor the injury that befall you. It was the fact you were riding on Sunfyre again, with Aegon holding onto your waist as you soared through the stars. It was a wedding gift, he claimed. As far as you knew Aegon never let anyone touch his dragon let alone ride with him, except you. 

It was indescribable, the feeling of the wind rushing past your cheeks. The view of the city and the moon shining above you reflecting off his scales. You were giggling uncontrollably the entire flight listening to Aegon tell jests you hadn’t heard in years. Whatever injury he had gained was long forgotten the second you took off. Whatever drama or chaos in the keep didn’t exist outside. In the sky, you both were completely free. 

You couldn’t say how long you spent outside. Mayhaps it was an hour or two before Sunfyre descended onto a nearby beach surrounded by the most beautiful rock formations you had seen. “Is this your version of bridenapping me?” You teased while he helped you climb down the saddle. “It’s only kidnapping if you fight back.” 

He grasped your hand leading you across the sandy beach, showcasing the stars he supposedly, desperately wanted to show you. “I have an actual gift for you too.” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is it a ride home on Sunfyre?” Aegon laughed, genuinely laughed for the first time since you’ve returned. He dug in his pocket searching for something… “I had it made years ago but never had the chance to properly give it to you.”

In his hand was the most beautiful golden ring in the shape of a dragon. “A ring? A Sunfyre ring?” Aegon grabbed your hand and slipped it on with ease, “I’m not that creative, you know this. it was meant to be something to remember me by when you left.” Tears were prickling your eyes once more. The fool kept the damned ring all these years and never mentioned it. “Aegon… Be honest for once with me please. Do you still love me?” 

He paused, searching tirelessly for the right words to say. “I… There hasn’t been a day in five years where I haven’t thought about you at least once. There hasn’t been an hour that something has not reminded me of you. There hasn’t been a single night I’ve slept without seeing you… It isn’t normal, it’s twisted and sick and cruel just like I am. No matter what you do to others, to me, to yourself. No matter if the world ends in a freeze or we are in the midst of a war of the ages… I believe I’ll always feel this… And I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until the seven hells take me.” 

You sniffled; he always had such a roundabout way of saying things. “I’ll always love you too.” He smiled genuinely, pulling you into a kiss so gentle yet so firm it made you forget all the dangers of the world, the drama, the potential war, your husband, everything was irrelevant except for you two, right now under the stars.

“We still haven’t done the bedding ceremony.” You whispered against his lips. His eyes lit up, “Have you always been so needy for me?” You didn’t have time to protest before he was passionately colliding his lips against yours once more. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer into you, making sure no part of you would ever be apart from him again.

His arms slipped below your waist as he lowered you onto the ground as gently as he could. Your legs fell open instinctively and his hands began to explore your body. It was vastly different from every other time you’ve been together. It was gentle and loving, passionate and pleasurable without the pain. 

Your bodies started to move in sync with each other, stripping away the clothes that hid your most intimate parts.  His hands held you close to his chest, keeping you warm while you were exposed to the elements. You moaned into his mouth, kissing him passionately with a hunger you had forgotten existed.

He broke the kiss, gasping for air. You opened your eyes to see the moonlight reflected off his face, sometimes Aegon Targaryen looked more God than man. He moved to suckle on your neck as he ran his length against your slit. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured huskily against your ear. He slowly pushed inside, filling you with his thickness. You gasped from the sudden sensation. He was so deep within you, so far reaching you almost felt like you could reach out and touch the stars.

His kisses trailed down your neck, nibbling, sucking, biting. He took his time thrusting inside of you with slow movements, appreciating every moment your bodies were entertained. He stopped mid-thrust, holding himself deep within you.

“I love you, Princess.” He whispered, his voice so tender and soft. You blushed like a child; it was silly to think his cock being inside you didn’t make you feel as embarrassed as him telling you, his feelings. “Always.” You murmured back. He kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping past your teeth.

You clung tight to his neck, your nails digging into his skin. He moved faster, his breaths coming in shorter and quicker. You moaned, your thighs trembling from the feeling of fullness. His fingers traced circles on your inner thigh, and then he moved to your clit. 

He worked you effortlessly, eliciting soft whimpers and moans and love confessions. The world was a blur of fluorescent colors and smells, nothing mattered but you and Aegon. His climax came swiftly, almost right after your own. You begged for him to cum inside you, to fill you with his seed and he always did as you asked. 

He collapsed on top of you, his weight heavy on your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his back, feeling him relax. “Aegon…” You spoke his name softly, your head resting on his shoulder. “Mhmm?” He said in a daze. “Again?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his neck. He smirked, his cock twitching inside of you.

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[elliespeach]

no chances part five | ellie williams

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court. warnings: i keep forgetting to add to this that i am totally ditching the way the game is played like i am rlly making up my own rules, their teams have gone against no one else lol ITS FOR THE PLOT OKKKKK just pretend!! as always, explicit sexual descriptions, ellie gets head, reader gets mouth finger combo, kinda sex in public? they almost get caught but in a hot way, car sex, they smoke again but its brief, foul language, mean!ellie in this part, mean girls make an appearance, and angst :( authors note: sorry

today was the last game of the season, tensions were high as the buses rode into the parking lot. ellie was parked in the far corner as she always is, she watched diligently from her car as your team spilled out of the bus. chatting amongst yourselves and ellie spotted you in the crowd of people, smiling and passing jokes between teammates. even from so far away you could see her as you turned your head, the spot in the parking lot being all too familiar as of recently. your smile didn’t fade but it went from friendly to snarky really fast and before you could stare for too long, you returned your attention to your friends and went inside the building. 

it had been almost nine weeks since ellie had driven you home, the coldness vanished into spring and with it the end of the volleyball season. your teammates have noticed a shift in you since that night in your dorm with ellie. the normal level of your competitiveness with her had risen to uncharted territory and ellie wasn’t one to back down. despite the screaming fits across the court, the very obviously personal plays against one another and the overall hatred you both had against each other, neither of you could keep yourselves away from the other. it had become a ritual for you two, verbally assaulting one another to the extremes and then somehow finding yourself in the bathroom with her, or in her car, on the rare occasion in either of your dorms. 

regardless of both of you admitting that whatever it was that you felt for one another, it seemed like that conversation by her car never happened. or maybe it was just lust. maybe it was just a competitive fling. at least that’s what you told yourself, or she would have done something about her feelings by now, wouldn’t she?

that first game after the night in your dorm had been tantalizing in every way possible. ellie showed no mercy on the court, spiking the ball on you over and over again only for you to return the same energy. you two had always given each other stare downs through the white net, but now it was different. you mostly stared at her hands, the same hands that had been inside of you causing you to breathlessly say her name. they taunted you without her having to try, and ellie couldn’t stop seeing the doe eyes that stared into her while you rode her thigh. and it felt natural when she had pulled you into the bathroom when the game ended, locking the door behind her. 

you had looked at her innocently, as if asking why she had brought you in there. she rolled her eyes before her hands found your hips, pulling you into her, and she spoke into your neck, “you look at me like that all game and think i won’t do anything about it?” 

and that was only week one. 

the next week had been a particularly rough game for ellie. your team had won and it wasn’t a close game by any means, leaving her frustrated with herself and you found her by her car smoking yet again. “licking your wounds?” you mocked, leaning against her car as she inhaled the smoke, a devilish smile on your face.

“yeah, whatever–” she tried to dismiss you, but you came up beside her. you took the joint from her fingers and she let you. you hit it slowly, not breaking eye contact as you did and suddenly her sullen demeanor shifted as she watched you. it wasn’t long before the joint was cast aside and you were in her backseat, slotted between her legs and pulling her shorts down. ellie cursed as your tongue made contact with her pussy, relieving her of any stress from the game. her hands tangled in your hair and rocking her lips to the movements of your tongue, she couldn’t help but succumb to your touch and let herself come undone as you pushed your fingers inside of her. 

another week would go by, another frustrating game played and you made eye contact with her while she sipped on her water by the bench. your eyebrows raised and it was seconds before she was making her way to the bathroom down the hall, you followed behind only a minute later. she leaned against the wall opposite the door when you entered the room, letting the door swing shut behind you. you didn’t waste another second, your hands snaking around the back of her neck connecting your mouths for sloppy, desperate kisses. she had picked you up by your thighs, carrying you over and sitting you down on top of the sink and spreading your legs apart. her hand cupped your cunt through your shorts while she left wet kisses down your neck, all of her pent up desire for you spilling out. 

you weren’t able to conceal how good it felt when her hand slipped under the hem of your shorts, finding how wet you had already become. a string of moans escaping you while she rubbed circles on your clit and it was music to her ears. she had removed her hand, pulled down your shorts and was nose deep in your cunt when a knock came from the bathroom door. she didn’t stop, even when one of your teammates called your name and you fought to sound coherent. 

“the buses are leaving, are you coming?” ellie smirked at the words your teammates had used as you caught your breath, gripping the counter you sat on to ground yourself the best you could. 

“i’ll g-get a r-ride!” you had yelled back, eyes rolling and just wishing they would leave already, but they continued to speak through the door as ellie’s tongue was bringing you closer and closer. 

“are you sure?” 

without taking her mouth off of your throbbing clit, ellie slid her finger into you, causing your breathing to hitch and an embarrassing squeak came out of your mouth. “y-yeah–” was all you could say in response. ellie knew you’d have a hard time keeping quiet and it was all the more fun for her watching you squirm to remain silent while her fingers pulsed in and out of you. she brought her face back up to yours, still pumping like her life depended on it. she covered your mouth with her free hand, just in case they were still waiting by the door. 

“you can let it out now,” she whispered in your ear with a slight chuckle, feeling your cunt clench around her fingers. she knew your body all too well at this point and you groaned into her hand as you finished. 

ellie knew that she was playing with fire, but in any context you clouded her mind so much that she indulged any chance she could. whether it was a good game or a bad one, she started to look forward to what happened after and not so much the games themselves. knowing that at the end of the night she would have you screaming her name with that desperate tone she loved so much. it consumed her, you consumed her. she didn’t want to think about how you felt about it, obviously she knew you liked it as much as she did but was it her? or how she made you feel? 

she didn’t realize you were thinking about her as much as she was. the week feeling excruciatingly long before each game and in weak moments touching yourself to the thought of her, whispering her name to yourself as you would finish wishing it was her instead of yourself. but you both kept up the act of hating one another, to everyone around you and even between yourselves. teasing, mocking and yelling back and forth became a game. who could make the other more frustrated before the final whistle blew and then taking it out on each other after. 

it had been nine weeks of fucking till you could barely walk and now it was all coming to an end and you found yourself dreading the game to come. you didn’t talk to her about it once, fearing if you did it would all come to a stop but now that the season was ending you couldn’t help but think about what was to happen. you strode into the gymnasium, your team buzzing with excitement but your eyes were glued to the doors. 

the whistle indicating the start of the game rang in your ears, and ellie was nowhere to be seen. your eyes scanned over the faces of the people on the other side of the net and her auburn hair was missing from her usual spot in the back row. she was replaced by another teammate and your eyebrows furrowed together, biting your lip in thought. you recalled seeing her by her car in the parking lot, so where was she now? 

deciding to just let it be, the game started. thanks to ellie’s absence, scoring points for your team was easy as the replacement libero had no idea how to counter your plays. it almost felt unfair. it felt like seconds had passed and the coaches called for a break, but when you looked at the clock it had been an hour and she still hadn’t shown her face. during the break, you left the gym to refill your water and were met with a few of ellie’s teammates. 

“hey, where’s ellie?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking but keeping your voice monotone, pressing your water into the fountain and letting it fill to the top. 

a girl with short black hair turned around from her conversation, looking you up and down. “we thought you’d be happy she wasn’t here,” she spoke with a laugh, but not a friendly one.

the girl she was talking to chimed up from behind her with a nasty tone, “yeah, i mean it’s working in your favor isn’t it?” maybe ellie wasn’t the meanest person on her team. 

you rolled your eyes while you capped your water bottle. a sigh left you a little harsher than need be before you started walking back to the gym, feeling embarrassed that you even asked. but as your hands met the metal of the gym doors, your head turned to the exit doors at the end of the hallway. it wouldn’t hurt to check, right? 

backing up from the gym doors you made your way down the hallway. you could hear her teammates laughing as you did and it felt like they were laughing at you, so you rushed out of the doors before you could hear anything else. the spring air was refreshing and even though it was well past eight o’clock, the sun was just setting. your eyes immediately focused on the back corner of the lot and her car sat idle in it’s spot, although you couldn’t see her anywhere. 

you lazily went down the steps and into the lot, following the breeze all the way to her car. as you approached it, you realized it was on, the gentle hum of the engine becoming louder the closer you got. coming up on the passenger side you could see her sitting in the driver's seat, staring blankly at the phone in her hand. confused, you tapped on her window lightly and she looked up from her phone. your hand gestured for her to roll down her window and ellie sighed deeply before obliging. the window came down slowly and she returned her focus to her phone, you didn’t want to look but your eyes had a mind of their own and you could see she was just scrolling through twitter. 

“are you gonna come inside or…?” you asked, your hand gesturing for you. 

she didn’t look up from her phone, “probably not–” 

“why?” 

“because.” she said matter-of-factly, her thumb swiping up on her feed. she wasn’t even reading it. 

“my team is winning, you know,” you teased, leaning down and into her open window, your forearms pressing against the uncomfortable door. you didn’t know why, but you felt like she would be receptive to your teasing as she always is, but again she didn’t even look at you, “hello? earth to ellie?” 

“good for you guys,” her tone was flat. 

you scoffed, standing up straight and pulling at her door handle. the car door opened and you planted yourself in her passenger seat, pulling the door closed behind you with a slam. she finally looked up at you as your body turned to face hers. “the hell is wrong with you?”

“nothin’,” she said nonchalantly, returning her gaze to her phone. your eyes rolled and you reached over, plucking the phone from her hands and tossing it in the backseat. “the fuck?” she half yelled, looking into the back seat and seeing her phone fall to the floor with a thump. 

“why aren’t you playing?” you inquired again, peering into her eyes as they returned to you. 

ellie pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep breath, “i just don't want to, okay? go back inside.” what ellie didn’t want to admit was that she was paralyzed with the realization that the season was ending and along with it, the fucked up relationship you two had. all of her feelings she had repressed for months bubbling over but she threw aside any thought of asking you out. embarrassed with how many hateful words came out of her mouth directed at you, embarrassed that she had let it go this far to begin with and overall she felt like that would be the last thing you wanted; to be with her. childishly, she felt if she remained in her car nothing would end and it would be like this forever. but time doesn’t work like that. 

your tongue poked your cheek as you thought about her words, not believing a single one of them. “and your scholarship?” 

she sighed again, this time your name pouring out of her mouth along with it, “leave me alone, please.”

“ellie, just tell me–” 

“oh my god, it’s you,” she finally admitted, remembering a similar conversation you both had at the beginning of the season and now realizing why you were so adamant on not talking about it. 

“you’re skipping the last game because of me?” you asked, almost disappointed in her. ellie felt a wave of shame wash over her with your words and quickly returned to being defensive. 

“you got your answer, now get out of my car–” she yelled, motioning for you to leave, looking right into your eyes. your own eyes widened just a bit, a burning sensation building in your chest with her tone. she hadn’t been this nasty with you in so long, you were able to handle anything she said to you during games but as of recently, she had never been this mean to you. your shocked silence filled her with regret but she had already gone too far so she doubled down. she yelled your name,  “–get the fuck out!” 

your hand reached for the handle while still holding her gaze and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill out. it was obvious that you were, ellie could see your breathing pattern dysregulating and your blinking had slowed but it was most obvious in your eyes as they glossed over from the wetness. she had never felt more guilty than right now watching as you turned to leave. 

you opened the door, pulling yourself out of her car and made your voice sound normal even with the lump that settled in your throat,“i liked it better when we actually hated each other–” you slammed her door shut, not looking back while you walked back up to the building.

part six

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[lightlycareless]

https://x.com/momelaninmoprbz/status/1773161623181492493?s=46&t=UZRa0Ee4lbWClY0Sp5CX5Q

I saw this tweet and it made me wonder how Naoya would react to receiving one of those cryptic messages of love from his child especially as a first time father XD

HelloOooooo!!!!

Awww this was really cute to imagine, ngl; and I just had to go all crazy on it of course!! Though I don't think Naomi would come up with that on her own, she's too... sweet (for lack of a better word) when it comes to it. So I consider this to be the work of someone else.

Of all people that could be behind this unprecedented occurrence… Naoaki is the one that comes to mind.

I don’t know why, I guess it’s because he’s more prone to doing those blunt type of things. Speak without considering the consequences, or in fact, doing so with the intention of instigating Naoya through all means necessary.

Though Naohiko could be behind it too, but because it’s been so long since I’ve last written Naoaki, I’ll go with him 😊

warnings: none. domestic stuff. Naoaki is Naoya's brother, an oc that's been explored much more over here (PROCEED WITH CAUTION). You and Naoya have an adorable baby girl named Naomi. Naoya is a redeemed man do not fight me on this :) hahahah

Happy reading!!

All this would start on the rare occasion Naomi was left alone with them, whether because her parents were too busy working, or perhaps (though highly unlikely) you asked them to take care of her or something. Who knows, it simply happened.

And the thing is, it’s probably their first time genuinely interacting. Thus, he doesn’t know how to approach her. He doesn’t know what to expect, what to say, nothing. Naoaki’s just—there, standing awkwardly as Naomi distracts herself with whatever toys she brought along.

Naomi doesn’t do much to talk to him either, she’s only bubbly and talkative once she gets comfortable, gets to know them better; which is kind of ironic considering he’s her uncles but… well, you know, he’s not really around that much. And Naoya doesn’t want him to either.

However, it would be one of Naomi’s unprecedented comments that would finally break the ice between the two, much to the other’s amusement.

“I don’t have green! Flowers need green!” She says, pouting as she turns over her box of crayons, letting them all fall onto the wooden floor. Naomi stares at them intently, as if hoping a green colored one would magically appear, only to sulk even more when it doesn’t. “Hmmmmm…!”

“Why don’t you use another color?” Naoaki asks. “No one says you have to follow the rules.”

“…But it’s going to look weird…” she whines.

“And?” He raises an eyebrow.

Naomi remains quiet, never having gone beyond the first complaint for her parents were always ready to satiate whatever need she had—a spoiled trait, that much Naoaki could assess, as expect of a child of Naoya.

But this was plain ridiculous, could she really not live without a crayon?

“What are you going to do, then? Ask papa to get you the color?” He teases, a tone that Naomi understands as anything but playful, subsequently frowning and refusing to respond.

After a few seconds of silence, Naoaki dejectedly sighs.

“No need to be upset over a silly joke.”

“Papa said I should stay away from you.” Naomi reveals, returning to her coloring book.

“Huh? When did he say that??”

“A long time ago.” She adds. “Because papa thinks you’re weird and mean.”

“Weird? Me?” Naoaki echoes, slightly offended by the accusations. Maybe because they’re true. “Isn’t your papa the one that kidnapped your mama from her parents?”

“Kidna—kinna—” Naomi tries to repeat, frowning as the words seem to struggle on her tongue, eventually giving up. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Of course you don’t, your parents pamper you too much. I’m surprised you even know how to talk.”

“Don’t talk weird!” she cries. “I don’t understand!”

“Ever been called spoiled? A brat? Ungrateful?”

“I don’t like you.” Naomi frowns, and that is quite a shocking declaration to make for your lovely daughter liked everyone!

Well, Naoaki just had that effect on people. Her young niece was to be no different.

“I’m just being honest, Naomi. Your papa isn’t always going to be there to protect you—You gotta learn how to deal with problems, do it yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s going to die one day, is what I mean. Mama too, and you’ll be all alone then, with no one to help you.”

“N—No…” Naomi frets, naturally horrified at the idea. “Mama promised I would never be alone! And papa said he would never allow it either…”

“I mean, it happens to everyone, even you are going to die when the time is right.”

“I don’t wanna die…” Naomi pouts. “How can I not die??”

Naoaki shrugs. “I dunno, tell me when you find out.”

Naomi pouts, looking down at her coloring book in such a discouraging way that for the briefest, smallest of moments, Naoaki grows guilty for having mocked her with something borderline cruel, more so at her young age.

This little girl hadn’t done anything to him, to make matters worse. She was just there, complaining that she didn’t have a certain color, and that was it.

But no, he just had to do what he always did because, well, it’s in his DNA. Kind of hard to explain that.

Yet…

He’s never going to admit he was doing this for Naoya because it was not. If Naoaki could maintain distance from his brother, great!

Instead, he’ll confess that the only reason why he backtracked his words was because she was your daughter, one of the few people he still tolerated…

And because Naomi was kind of entertaining to watch (and tease), thus…

“Be sure to make the most of your time when they’re still around.” Naoaki advises, hoping this would make up for the things he said. “Don’t take your parents for granted, I guess.”

“… I always do! Mama says she likes being with me and papa too! They always take me to places I wanna go and buy me the toys I want.” Naomi happily recounts. Naoaki is amused by how quickly she seemed to move on from her misery. “I love them very very much and they love me!”

“Don’t tell me that.” Naoaki grimaces. “Go along, bother them not me before they die or something.”

“Stop saying that! I don’t like it!” Naomi huffed.

“Why? It’s just the truth.” He snickers, guess he’s not completely over his ways. “Oh, and promise me you won’t tell your parents I said this; unless you want me to get in trouble, ok?”

Naomi intensely stares at him for a few seconds, as if considering his words, before curtly nodding, assurance that she’ll keep her word and subsequently heading onto her papa’s office, where she’d find him burdened with mountains and mountains of paperwork.

Upon hearing the door slide open, Naoya was more than prepared to lash out onto whoever dared distract him… only for his face to brighten, life returning to him at the sight of his little angle making her way over to his desk—his adorable savior of sorts there to pluck him out of his seemingly endless work.

“My angel!” He gushes while picking her up in his arms, pressing kisses all over her cheeks and making her giggle. “Ah, are you here to save me from work?”

“No.” she declares bluntly.

“Oh, ok.” Naoya laughs, surprised by her antics—swooning when she instead grabs her face and places a kiss on his cheek, followed by a soft hug and a sigh. “I just want to say I will always love you even when you die.”

“As I will—wait, what?!” Naoya shrieks, frightening poor Naomi into staring at him wide-eyed “Where did you get that from?!”

“Naoaki.” Naomi confesses. “But he said to not tell anyone or he’ll get in trouble.”

His eye twitches, because of course who else could be the author of this outrageous influence. Naoya is thankful that Naomi took your words at heart when stating there were no such things as secrets—and it ought to remain that way! —but at the same time, he also realized the underestimation he’d placed upon his siblings.

Indeed, there was nothing they could be trusted with. Not even taking care of their only niece!

Thus, matters needed to be taken into his own hands, and quickly. So, as soon as he was free, he brought up the subject to you, hoping to come up with a solution—

Which you did not entertain, opting to confront Naoaki directly.

“Hey, Y/N—it’s been a while, how have you—”

“Naoaki, we need to talk, now.” You demanded, and your tone is all he needed to hear to immediately know what this was about; inwardly cursing his naivety when believing Naomi wouldn’t go running to tell you or Naoya, as well as the personal hell he’s worsened by his own actions, acknowledging he not only had his brothers to deal with, but their children too.

He really needs to get out of here, if he survives you, that is.

TLDR: Naoya doesn't like it 🤣🤣🤣 he thinks she's too young to be even saying those things!! And I mean, I get it; she's nothing but cute, so to hear her say that... OOF. Though she understands what death is, probably had a horrible experience with one of her favorite cats u.u

Also, Naoaki messed with the wrong family :) He'll learn never to intervene now hahahahah I love the idea of him growing to fear Y/N after enough provocations, I even dare to say that he hates Naoya but fears you lol.

Anyways, I hope you liked this little drabble I wrote!! I will always enjoy writing domestic stuff between our favorite couple and daughter, so keep them coming!!!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Also, is this Naomi's first interaction with Naoaki?? It seems so!!! poor baby, this will probably be the first and last time they talk lol)

Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️❤️

[thedawningofthehour]

do you think big Mama's jealous when it comes to Lou during his battle nexus era? I can't decide

she objectifies lou (like most ppl do) & we know hates when her "possessions" are stolen so I could see her hating the thought of him getting involved w someone else even when they're broken up but maybe big mama she doesn't gaf bc she's so ~nonchalant~ and "lou's just my pawn, what do I care who he crushes on? i already had my time w him. as long as theres no escape-schemes going on"

or maybe she's only not jealous in specific circumstances like lou can bone others but no falling in love or lou can flirt but no boning or wtvr other rules one could devise idk just throwing out ideas

I doubt that Big Mama accepted his break-up at all. She probably just kept acting like everything was fine between them, because tf is he gonna do? Leave? He refused to marry her, he said he wouldn't say his vows and would make a scene if she tried to go through with the wedding. (she would have sedated/magicked him into compliance but it would have been really obvious he wasn't all there) The big fancy wedding was what she wanted, being legally married to him didn't matter as much-yeah, she did want to call him her husband, but that by itself wasn't worth forging his signature and paying off a witness, or whatever else is required for marriages in the Hidden City. Plus marrying a Yokai would have given him citizenship in the Hidden City, which would have given him certain legal protections and avenues to leave her-nothing that would have actually threatened what she was doing, but what a bother. If he wasn't going to stay with her willingly then she wasn't about to give him any rights.

I think they still had sex and stuff the whole time he was in the Battle Nexus, even with him adamant that they were over. Sometimes because Big Mama just does what she wants anyway and didn't care that Lou wasn't into it, and sometimes because Lou was a whore. He was still very attracted to her, and there were times when his little head did the thinking for the two of them. (also angry sex) She probably organized date nights for the two of them in addition to making appearances as a couple, and he'd kind of oscillate between refusing to go or behave and going "I'm here anyway, there's no point in making her mad and making my life harder. I might as well enjoy a lovely dinner."

But there's also the question of whether they were ever exclusive. We know Lou was a huge slut and was sleeping with tons of women. Considering he canonically met Big Mama in 1984-he was likely born 1960-65, so at the earliest he would have immigrated to the US in 1978, and it would have taken him a few years to start getting noticed in Hollywood and building a name for himself-he was probably still an up-and-comer when they met, the 'dating starlets and red carpet events' thing probably didn't happen until later. I would think Big Mama would be jealous, except we've established that polyamory is more common among Yokai and not really a big deal. And if she was into anyone else at the time I doubt she would have been faithful to him. So she was probably fine with him dating actresses on the side, so long as it wasn't serious.

When it comes to them during the Nexus years, it could go either way. I could see her becoming more possessive over him, since she knows he doesn't love her anymore. Getting married would have signified that she was his number one even if he fucked around-and she didn't particularly care that he fucked around before he proposed, but the fact that he now refuses to put a ring on it makes it all feel much more like a betrayal.

But I can also see her going "if it help keeps him in line, then I don't care. I have to drug him less when he's happy." She might have held spending time with a mistress over his head to get him to play along during an interview or be her date to an event. But these would be strictly physical; if Big Mama felt he was getting too attached to someone she got rid of them pretty swiftly, she wanted him entirely dependent on her for emotional closeness. (this applied to everyone who was close to him, she assigned him really stoic bodyguards she knew wouldn't socialize with him beyond what was necessary and changed out the staff who interacted with him often to keep him from developing a bond with anyone besides her)

I was also thinking-I can't remember if we were joking about this here or in Discord, but we were talking about how Lou Jitsu probably made softcore porn. Not for the money but just because he's a hoe like that. And I brought up how he and Big Mama absolutely seem like the type to enjoy filming themselves, and that she might have sold some of it in the Hidden City. She might not have wanted to show herself in such a position though.

There's also Lou's branding to think about. Him being a playboy was absolutely part of his image. There's the question of how much the implication that he sleeps around would affect the perception of her power vs. how much money could be made by selling him as an eligible flirt to thirsty Yokai. Or literally selling him, if someone offered enough money to have him for a night.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Bad Horsie - Yandere! Johnny Joestar x Reader x Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

Reader’s horse has a stand and of course is protective of their owner, both Gyro and Johnny fume over this as this animal blocks them at every move. This was supposed to be a joke post for April fools awhile go, less comedic than I was intending so it’s not gonna be right on April fools. Horse’s name : Bastille

Stand : Bad Horsie (Namesake ; Steve Vai - Bad Horsie)

You and Bastille probably had one of the strongest bonds one could possibly have with each other. Even Mountain Tim himself made an observation of this, which made you proud. Your father had given him to you a few years prior to entering the Steel Ball Run. A horse that was supposedly stubborn with other riders, just happened to click with you. So, you made sure to treat him right, give him the love he deserved and the both of you could communicate with grace.

Something that came heavily in handy in this arduous journey across the United States. Though it wasn’t just the two of you alone not like you thought it would have been. You wished it was that way, but life had thrown you a terrifying hardball consisting of two racers. The British born Johnny Joestar and Italian Gyro Zeppeli, who you only had considered allies to get you through this disaster of a race.

Bastille was your rock keeping you sane around those two, their romantic interest suddenly blossoming in a hell-scape of stand users. Your lovely horse knew this, the nervousness in your heart as you handled the reigns. He’d always eyeball the two of them when they were camping down for the night or when you hit a checkpoint. So he made it known to you to give as much pets as you wanted.

However as the trek went on, the atmosphere became suffocating. Bastille could feel it even as the two of you kept in sync, trying your best to either ride behind or in front of those two men. As much as there was to worry about venomous snakes or other apex predators, they seemed easier to deal with in this scenario. Perhaps this horse couldn’t get the complete situation down, but if you were in danger it would help instinctively or otherwise.

You knew your lovely companion had a stand but never divulged this to the men you were traveling with. You felt rather guilty relying on your own horse for protection, but if he wanted to you knew there wasn’t stopping him. Just retroactively planning things carefully so you and him could cross that finish line.

While you tried to keep your distance from these two, as much as they would allow they would take advantage of this to talk about your horse. This was literally the only reason for the past few weeks that you managed to get any kind of break. They knew for certain your furry friend knew this even if you didn’t consciously realize.

“The way their horse acts it’s interesting isn’t it?” Gyro said breaking a small silence the two of them.

Johnny’s blue eyes glanced over briefly “It’s not too hard to differentiate, horses do have emotions but I can tell there’s something more to him”

Gyro nodded along “How long have you been suspecting him being something more?”

The blond admitted he couldn’t shake a certain feeling from the very start of the race. Gyro’s eyes in turn widened a bit before resettling.

“Tch…so I’ve been getting dirt flung in my face on purpose by that cheeky prick for a little while now” The male smirked with a small gleam of his teeth.

Joestar himself sighed, he was frustrated by Bastille himself. He never really counted on being on the defensive against a horse of all things. Considering they were chasing corpse parts, this should hardly be any surprise to either of them. Johnny would never hesitate in taking a humans life to keep you to himself, Your horse complicated things for the race at least.

“Think it has a stand?” Gyro tossed another question out “If he wants to protect them that bad, I can’t rule that out as an impossibility”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, y/n loves that horse to death and of course they wouldn’t bother telling us about it”

“Damn, that’s true…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not for the potential fact your horse could’ve helped during certain face offs. Or the fact it was only focused on you and vice versa stung his heart. You’re cute trying to hide everything from him and Johnny though. As for Bastille, he wasn’t about to let a damn horse of all things keep him away from his darling.

The two of them decided to stitch together a timeline of sorts of your mighty steed’s actions. Johnny recalling a few times during the night he’d see your horse move it’s pitch closer when it could tell when he was staring at you during the night. Not to mention the close proximity of blocking his view of you by the morning. Or it pulling back when if felt your discomfort at him getting close to you while running.

Biggest thing Johnny had happen to him was almost having his head crushed in. He’d admit he was being nosy in attempting to get a hold of a diary you had, just to see if you were trying to write something to a potential significant other. Which he’d promptly burn without care if you had one if he had actually gotten a hold of it.

Gyro on the other hand had as he said dirt flung in his face various times. The intense flirtatious comments he’d make occasionally would sometimes occur. Almost getting knocked off balance if you tensed up enough. Or his belongings on Valkyrie getting strewn about, to distract the Italian from being in your presence. Or somehow slipping into a waterhole even though he knew for certain he had good balance and grip.

Johnny wouldn’t lie, he kinda chuckled at that last one at the time.

In literally any normal scenario anyone would take a hint. But Johnny and Gyro didn’t quite see it as protecting you. They were pouncing for more attention from you than they already greedily lapped up.

That evening when you all decided to pitch up camp for the night however would unknowingly unravel everything.

That evening you were the one to start the fire, the wood and kindling already gathered. You felt nervous that you weren’t able to catch another respite from these two. Keeping you right in their line of sight. Sighing you informed Gyro the fire was ready and he decided to start dinner with steadfastness. However he insisted you help him this time around.

“You know, that horse of yours sure does love you” Gyro abruptly brought up while tending to cutting up something with his knife.

“uh yeah I’d think so?” You do your best to shrug off the comment

“Something seems interesting about yours behavior wise” He responded cryptically.

“What’s your point?”

A smirk rises on his face, his green eyes cutting into your own.

“I’m just saying your horse seems to act on things with purpose”

You could feel your heartbeat race a bit faster than usual, this wasn’t the first time but this was a little different. A snort came from the distance, Bastille looking to your eyes clearly disgruntled. Shortly after you saw Gyro pointing towards him.

“There’s only so many times something could be an accident, and you know it don’t you?”

You swallowed nervously when Gyro projected his voice a bit louder. You knew who he was referring to, and when his eyes settled down back to yours you went cold.

“It’s not very nice keeping things from your lovers you know” Your eyes darted over to Johnny whose own stare was ice cold.

“Now, I’m a little more forgiving than Johnny is…Bastille would probably be dead by now if we weren’t searching for the corpse parts or were in a race” Something you absolutely took to be true when you saw the blond facing down an enemy.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw something pierce the ground, causing Bastille to move erratically in dodging. Quickly rising to your feet to attempt to assist him. But the sensation of a steel ball on your leg made you twist in a way you never felt before. Gyro quickly sought to catch you and hold you back into his vice grip.

“Bastille stop! Stop!” You shouted as he stomped his hooves aggressively, knowing he would try to attack Johnny. Gyro too if he hadn’t been so preoccupied. It pained you to say such a thing when you knew for certain they started this on purpose.

“You could give it up all right now and try to fight Johnny and I off, abandon the race completely” The Italian man stated with smugness.

“But I’ll make sure you’re unable to run in anyway I can” He hummed “I can hurt you just enough that I need help you like I do Johnny~, but not enough to disqualify you from the race”

You bit your lip as he squeezed his arms closer around your body.

“So what’ll be? Can’t wait to hear your answer”

[hughiecampbelle]

Being Shiv's Twin With Depression Would Include:

Requested: Can I request a Succession headcanon for being Shiv's twin who struggles with depression, please? - anon

A/N: I love these requests cuse I'm a twin and I feel like I have inside knowledge lol like I have cheat codes. Anyways, thank you for requesting my love!!! Hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Shiv is definitely the oldest twin

As the oldest, she takes her duties very seriously. From blowing out the birthday candles first, to reminding you that she's a whole year older for the amount of time it took you to be born, to protecting you from other kids at school when they're being mean

She loves you more than life itself, she would do anything to protect you. As far as Shiv is concerned, she's the only one who can call you names and push you around. Anyone else, even your brothers, are off limits. She's incredibly defensive over you. You could do no wrong, even when you do, it's never your fault

"Y/n hit me!"

"No they didn't!"

"Yes they did!"

"You deserved it then."

When Logan is cruel to you or dismisses you, Shiv is the one you cry to. She's the one who, in a moment of pure insanity, goes to Logan and demands that he be nicer to you. You beg her not to, but it's too late. He laughs in her face, dismissing her as well, but at least she gave it a good shot. She does it more as a reminder that she'd do anything for you, including standing up to him for you

"Don't listen to him, he's a mean old man."

"What if it's true? What if I'm stupid?"

"Are you kidding? You're the smartest person I know."

Your mother still goes on and on about how carrying twins ruined her body. You just share a knowing look, that for the rest of your lives you'll have to hear about what a burden you were before you were even born

You and Shiv are by far the closest siblings. You share everything: a room, secrets, even your own twin-language. You can still sort of speak it now, with a few words, which creeps everyone out. Your father made a rule at the dinner table that a language everyone knows must be spoken because Roman would get upset and Kendall would get annoyed. You don't need words though, just a look can tell you everything

Shiv is the Dandelion child, she can thrive under any circumstances. She doesn't mind the pressures, all the unspoken rules and tension. It doesn't bother her. You, on the other hand, are the Orchid child. You don't thrive in the Roy household. You're anxious and sensitive and when you're at school or with friends or even with your mother you're able to come out of your shell. At home you wilt, and Shiv is the only one who understands this, who sees this and tries her best to fix this

Where Shiv thrives in your teenage years, you start to feel this overwhelming sense of dread, this horrible exhausted, overwhelmed, terrible feeling you don't have a name for. You are riddled with insecurity, with self-doubt and self-criticism. It feels horrible. You feel like you bruise too easily, like everything hurts. You find it hard to get out of bed, to find joy in things, to be yourself. You're not showering or brushing your teeth. You have this overwhelming urge to hurt yourself to find relief. Shiv is the first to notice, but she doesn't know what's wrong or how to fix it

She doesn't have a word for it either. She tries her best to help you, planning weekends so you're not stuck in bed, helping you with deadlines and homework so you don't fall behind, so you don't suffer under your father's wrath. She wants to shake you out of it, hoping it's just a bug or a rut

It's not though and not long after you break down in tears in front of her, scared, exhausted, tired of existing like this, tired of existing at all. She knows she can't go to either parent about this, so she goes to the school guidance counselor and sets up a meeting. When you come out of it, it's the first time you say the word Depression. Neither of you knew anything about mental health. What your father says is mostly jokes or making fun of someone. Whatever Connors mother suffered from, he had her locked away because of it. You make a pact right then and there not to tell Logan. Shiv makes you promise when you feel this way, you talk to her about it. She'll help you figure it out

And you do. Nothing is off limits between you. When you lose your appetite, she's the one who sits with you and makes you eat. She brushes your hair and helps you get dressed. She organizes everything in the bathroom to make it easier to get washed in the morning. It pains her to see you hurting

Neither your father or mother notice anything different and though your brothers suspect something might be up, they know better than to interfere

For years this goes on. You meet with the counselor once a week and talk to Shiv when you feel like you aren't burdening her. Eventually she catches on to these feelings and reminds you often there is nothing you could do to bother her. Nothing

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

"Yes possible."

There are times when you don't feel any kind of depression and other times where it feels suffocating, like you'll never see the end of it. Either way, you know with Shiv by your side, you'll get through it

She worries about you to no end. It's her job as big sister to protect you, protect you from everything. How can she protect you from your own mind? She does lots of research. What it is, how to help, how it's treated, etc.

One you graduate and are out of the house, Shiv not so subtly finds you a real therapist, someone qualified to really help and diagnose you. For her, you go and it's there that you're diagnosed with depression. You're put on medication/s and go every two weeks

She checks in wirh you, seeing how you're doing, how it's going, how you're feeling

It's been under control for a while now, you've never felt better. It lingers of course, but you're finding ways to handle it, to cope

You know if you didn't have Shiv you wouldn't be here today

When your brothers find out years later, far into your adulthood, Shiv makes it known any jokes about it won't be tolerated

"Can I just-"

"If you like where you're intestines are, you'll keep quiet."

"Noted."

Connor feels terrible that you had to go through it alone, but you assure him you weren't alone. You had Shivy. You thank her for everything, every time she calls, every time she texts, every time you talk. She just shrugs it off like its no big deal, but it was, it is

When you're having an especially hard time you know her guest room is always available. Tom becomes used to seeing the two of you in there, asleep or talking. She makes it known that her place is also your place, that you're welcome anytime

"What about you, how are you doing?"

"You know me, I can thrive in any conditions."

"Shivy. . ."

"I know what you mean. I'm okay, really."

You're still as close as ever

You talk about everything, including your marriages, your brothers, Gojo and Matsson and the election. You're always the one who makes her laugh, really laugh and can take her mind off anything

"Where would I be without you?"

"Ohio, probably."

"Shut up!"

Shiv knows a lot about your depression, more so than anyone. She was there when it started and she'll be there til the end. She never judges or doubts you because of it. She knows it makes life a hell of a lot harder. You're doing your best, even when you don't feel like it, even when you feel like you're not. She loves you, you're her twin after all

[the-kingshound]

My Hound’s POV for the Mordred saying goodbye after being given jewelry that belonged to the Hound prompt. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I would be writing a whole-ass multi-chapter fanfic to do so.

Warnings:

My Hound is currently unnamed as I am indecisive, so his name is never mentioned here. When you see a they/them/their used in a place where a singular could be, it’s for Arthur as my Hound is he/him.

Slight suicidal ideation in one line, only hinted at and not outwardly said. If you want to avoid it, it’s in the same paragraph that starts with: “He had never thought he would live past the age of perhaps forty”.

My punctuation sucks.

Work Below:

“I don’t want this! I want you!”

The words nearly break his resolve. For a long time, he had merely been moving through the motions, doing as his parents wished and obeying without question even if something broke in him with every new order.

He thought that it would be the same when he came to Camelot, trading one set of rules and expectations for another but, it wasn’t.

He hadn’t expected to find love in the spouse he’d been arranged to marry, one whom he had only married to end a war and yet, he had. In that man he found love, in their castle he had found family that he never thought he would have and a child that he had never expected but would never give up.

He was the King’s Hound, he would do anything for Arthur, to protect Arthur and Camelot.

There was one who held even more of his loyalty than Arthur, however, and it was the seventeen-year-old boy breaking down in his arms, clutching a ring that they had both picked out together, knowing the boy had a matching one himself, kept safe in his room as he had long since outgrown it.

His hope was that Mordred would eventually grow to wear this one, that if he ever had a child of his own, he would take that child sized one back in his room, tell the story of the day they spent together, sneaking away from his responsibilities and Mordred’s lessons for a single day, when they stumbled across a jeweler and he had decided to treat the child to something that would tie them together, to show him that even when he was gone, he was still there.

The rings weren’t the best quality, at least not for royalty, but they were theirs and held memories far more valuable than anything the best jeweler could have crafted with the rarest stones and metals.

The rings had reminded him of his home, of Ireland and the landscape that he could still see when he closed his eyes, the sound of the ocean hitting the base of the cliffs and the smell of the salt in the air. The music and art and food, all the things he had shared with Mordred in hopes that he could eventually show the child his home that he missed dearly, even if he would never return to it to live out his days.

He wanted to show it all to Mordred and could only hope that those left behind will do so in his place.

He didn’t want to leave this child behind, didn’t want to cause the heartbreak that he could already see forming without having stepped away yet.

Arthur had given him a new purpose and so had Mordred, each in their own ways.

Arthur had tried to convince him to not go, to stay and he would figure something out that wouldn’t end in the death of their spouse. It had been an hour of arguing back and forth, of trying to convince Arthur that there was no other way. There was no time. There was nothing they could do but allow him to protect them one final time or leave Camelot to slaughter.

He knew, too, that if he allowed his own heartbreak, his own fear of leaving them to show, that Arthur wouldn’t hesitate to try and sacrifice Camelot for him. Foolish, kind-hearted Arthur who sometimes struggled with the kind of choices a king had to make.

One life for thousands. It should have been an easy choice. It was a foolish thing to think the life of one outweighed the rest and Arthur would never forgive himself for their lives lost.

He would never forgive himself for this, either. It’s why his loyal Hound was the one to make the final call, to make the choice that his kindhearted husband would have chosen wrong on, if he saw how this choice weighed on his consorts’ mind and heart and his consort wouldn’t survive having so many lives sacrificed just so he could live.

It was the kind of foolish thing that had made his love for his spouse grow over the years. That kind, foolish heart was something he never had himself, something he had never had others show to him before. Not since some of his siblings, anyway, and even with them it was different to the devotion than what Arthur provided him.

Yet, it wasn’t enough to keep their spouse from making the final decision for him, just as he sometimes had before during their… huh, he hadn’t realized how little time it had truly been since he had married Arthur and came to Camelot.

Mordred was eleven and he is only seventeen, now. A mere six years had felt like so long surrounded by people who held no blood relation to him and yet felt as if they had grown up together instead of being on opposite sides for most of their lives due to Uther and the war.

He felt himself clear his throat absentmindedly, trying to keep tears at bay. Mordred’s begging for him to stay was almost enough to make him do just that. If this child saw him breakdown, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Mordred before his resolve broke completely.

He didn’t want to leave; he didn’t want to die. He had something worth living for and despite how long the last five years had felt for all the happy memories that had been created, it was too soon.

He had never thought he would live past the age of perhaps forty, if he were lucky. The use of his magic during the war and these past years, the injuries, the assassination attempts, his own crushing hatred of himself at times… living long was never in the cards for him, one way or another if he were to be honest with himself. Back when he thought about this more, however, was during the war. Before he had something worth fighting to stay around for.

He took a breath and pulled away from Mordred, holding his face in his hands just as he had done when he had given his child the ring.

“I love you, a Stóirín.”

He placed a final kiss on top of Mordred’s head and dropped his arms from the teenager, clenching his hands into fists at the broken sob the child let out when he broke contact.

He turned on his heel and moved forward, his sword hanging heavy on his hip and making him wonder if Excalibur was currently trying to comfort its wielder as he broke down within the castle, surrounded by his other loved ones, though none of them would be able to take away this hurt.

He heard a scuffle behind him, the sound of someone being grabbed and he knew it was Mordred being restrained by the knights who had followed him out of the castle when he had gone running for his other parent.

His breath hitched at the sound of Mordred demanding to be let go, of his hoarse voice calling out to someone he would never see alive again, if his body was even able to be recovered at all, and refused to look back.

It was only after he was far enough away that Mordred wouldn’t hear the choked sob, that he let himself break down a little, and only a little. Just enough to keep him focused when he finally met his end, enough to allow him to smile when those who dared threaten his home, his family, his child and damn them to hell with him. For them to realize that they wouldn’t touch a single person from Camelot and all that planning, years of laying in wait and gathering their forces, would be gone in a single night.

He took a steadying breath, fire igniting in his eyes with his goal in mind.

Their deaths would be quick, if only to minimize the chances of his failure, but it would be agony as they had never experienced.

Yes, they would see why he is the King’s Hound.

[blackbloodteeth]

4 Years, and then some

Since I've never really mentioned it in detail anywhere, allow me to share an idea I deemed unable to write because it was just too long, and the main reason for this is that the story itself takes place over the course of about four years, give or take a few months more. Most likely would've been named after the amount of years that pass initially.

It should be noted that this is somewhat long, clocking in at around 3.2k words. It's somewhere between a ramble and traditional writing, but there's really no better way to convey an idea like this, and it's just another form of storytelling. Either way, here it finally is.

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The start of it would've been after said four or so years where Soul and Maka are contemplating the decision to make a long trip, knowing it will be daunting for them both. Maka has become dead set on going through with this, and Soul will always go where she does.

You now get to see where this truly starts, four years prior. It was a regular assignment, or as regular as taking on a witch gets. Maka appears to be holding her own – she is wielding Soul, after all – but it is soon revealed to have been a distraction to the witch's true motive: A powerful spell that shakes the earth itself.

Something doesn't go quite the way it was expected, however. The witch disintegrates on the spot. Maka falls to her knees, not because she was harmed, but because she felt something so visceral it made her drop Soul and wretch: The day the world fell silent.

And that's the name of this chapter.

After consoling his meister and helping her back onto her feet, slowly they start to assess what really happened. The witch – not even her soul – was nowhere to be found. The soul responses or bodies of anyone in the surrounding township was nowhere to be found. The soul responses of anyone, any living person, in as far as her perception would stretch without hurting her further was nowhere to be found.

Everything was silent.

It's a lot to take in when you can feel the presence of everyone around you, even if you don't think about it, and suddenly they're all gone. Soul has her try to sit down for a moment, let her rest for even just a second while he tries to rationalize all this. Television only somewhat functions, and of course there's no news on this – can't if there's no one to report it. Radio's a bust, but it was worth a short. He decides to skip telephoning once he can understand Maka enough to try mirroring home.

Except... nothing happens.

He tries again. And again. And again. And no one answers.

The world has fallen silent. And they're the only ones left in it.

It's a lot to take in when you realize the world suddenly ended without knowing it. Soul, however, doesn't want to think about it. He's still here, he has Maka, and she's upset. He might be upset. But he has to look after his partner.

Electricity is still automated enough that it hasn't shut down yet by this point. Cars are deserted, many left on and in places that were caused by inertia, sometimes into each other. Buildings are obviously abandoned, and that makes this the perfect time to hit the store – They can do whatever they want to get their minds off of everything until she's calmed down, and if it helps jinx it so everyone appears again to get them in trouble, then it's a win-win, right?

Freezer's definitely going to go first, so: Ice cream. Try whatever flavours they want, break a few rules, make her laugh while he can. It was fun, forgetting for a moment. They could pretend things were normal, like everyone was just hiding and they were a couple of goofy, reckless teens causing trouble. Maybe mess around and see who would end up in jail more than the other for how much stupid crap they did.

It was a day he would still remember vividly every time he thought about it again.

The next chapters aren't so concrete.

Over time, Maka got used to her perception being underworked, to the point she could feel the faintest signals of life from insects if she focused. Most animals had also vanished, but some – like birds and fish – still remained, settling into this silent world as if it almost hadn't changed.

While she can sense Soul at all times, Soul wasn't as unlucky and eventually devised a system to help keep track of each other as they later needed to separate (out of sight, but still within earshot) or in the event something other than them somehow becomes a threat. Maka wore lightweight but noisy enough items when exploring, and the both of them had bells in case they needed to locate each other faster. If the two ever needed space (which was rare, all things considered), they would keep each other updated and make sure to check in at designated places.

As for the world itself, electricity did inevitably fail. One by one, the unattended grids shut themselves down and the two had spent much of the time beforehand preparing to survive without the necessities they'd grown up with. They'd raided most of the stores for goods – water, clothes, lights and batteries, etc. – and made a "home base" of sorts where shelter and temperature would be the least likely to be an issue. It turned them into decent scavengers, both having at least some on-the-field survival skills and fairly good wit, and of course teamwork to coordinate the window they'd been gifted to prepare.

Then... came afterwards. Surviving.

It should be known now that they weren't in Death City when this happened. Could've been halfway across the country to fight that witch. Speaking of, they did actually go back and attempt to figure out what the spell was. What remained was all in the witch's native language, and with her vanished that knowledge no matter how studious Maka was – Whatever really occurred with the spell, intended or not, was most likely irreversible.

It was going to be a long four years that the witch left for them.

For a good portion of it – they stopped being able to keep track of days accurately after a few months – they lived in the town where it had occurred. Had a pretty good setup with what was left behind, but eventually they knew they'd run out of resources, and gasoline does expire after enough time. When the time finally came, they took all of their preparations with them and learned not to grow too attached to anything that wasn't necessity.

They didn't carry much with them on themselves; There were a few backpacks, and even a couple of wagons they could wheel behind them, but for the most part they traveled with what they needed and that was it. Always hope for the best in the next place, but prepare for the worst on getting there.

Mind you, they did keep at least a few comfort objects – They were human, after all. Maka always tried to read up as many books as she had the time for since she couldn't take them all with her, save for a couple she found to be her favorites, and throwaway journals that she could write in but abandon when no longer needed. Soul had the guilty pleasure of spending some of their batteries on cassettes and keeping his most replayed on hand in case the quiet creeped in too much. He did eventually also make use of journals too, just never shared what he wrote. That was okay.

Living on just their own (quite literally) was the hardest when they started to think about it.

In the weeks, months, years that passed, many conversations came and went, but some were almost a necessity of their own. Heavy weight that the mind can only carry for so long, and truths that could never truly remain lies even if they hurt.

They were alone, but at the same time they also weren't. They slowly eased into letting out the harder stuff of living in a world that wasn't the one they grew up in, piece by piece opening up and processing it together. Soul and Maka missed home. They missed their friends, the families they once knew, people. Death City was a lot like Schrödinger's Cat in that they knew that everyone would be gone, but in their minds they were still alive, just far away with them not having seen it since that day. Maka didn't have the stomach to go back home and prove the cat existed. Soul didn't have the heart to think of what the answer would mean for them.

Then there was the important conversation. They were the last two humans on Earth, the last living relics of what the world once was as it slowly becomes reclaimed by nature. Soul and Maka would carry on that last memory, hold onto it for what it was, but for as long as that too would last, "souls" would end with them.

Four years is a lot of time to process, and at the same time it isn't enough. Neither of them really knew much about each other in retrospect, but slowly they would learn, even it would never be everything. Sometimes Maka would hold Soul in his scythe form again, just having whole conversations between their heads. Sometimes Soul would cry at night because he regrets not seeing his brother and could no longer hide it. Whenever they set up a new place to sleep, they'd gather as many pillows and stuffed animals as their surroundings allowed, and eventually found it much safer and easier to share the same bed. At times, things weren't so lonely.

Four years is a lot of time to pass, and at the same time it all blurred by in the end. And so returns the beginning.

Returning to Death City to finally put the question to rest was something that weighed on their minds the longer it sat there. Maka had been opposed to it more than Soul had for obvious reasons, but four years and a few months since the day the world fell silent, Maka decides that it's time to be okay with knowing. It was on this morning that Soul unhesitantly agreed to see this journey through, and burned his last journal before the sleeping sun fully rose.

The trek will be a long one. They may not return, depending on if there are no more supply stops before traversing the desert. It's a risk, almost as reckless as she was in the before days. but it was a purpose. To be alive is to know, even if the answer was the end of everything.

It's unknown by this point how long the trip takes. A couple of wayward souls making their way back home on foot, through the woods of towns and fields of roads, hand in hand towards uncertainty. The desert is at least a little more forgiving in autumn, and what would a journey be without its destination – Maka was born here, Soul was one of them. They were strong even as the horizon of the city's silhouette was empty.

In a way it almost hadn't changed. Streets were still recognizable beneath the sand, rust and hardy plants making a living among the buildings, and birds could sometimes still be heard echoing through the quiet of nothing. Neither of them needed to find the apartment.

Soul and Maka find themselves at that old staircase again, her hand squeezing his. She hasn't said anything more so than usual, but that was never unexpected. What is, though, is the little feeling that passes along through his hand. They need to see what's in the still heart of the Academy.

Up the steps, Maka almost doesn't pace herself – They've left everything behind by this point, save for a few remaining drops of water between the two of them. It's sundown by the time they've made it to the top, but there's no time to rest, not truly until they've seen this through to the end. Their flashlights still work as needed, and Soul even ends up lightly bringing up how unsettling it is walking through these hallways again. Still was never a fan of the dark.

It's been a while, to say the least, but Maka still remembers where the halls lead. Classrooms that used to be all she could think about slipping past them, a layout that almost doesn't make sense to those who were never born with it. And finally... the Death Room. She still knows where to find it.

She needs to remember how to breathe before even setting foot in front of the door – Soul offers for them to take a break with how much they've walked, but they're already here, just need to... finish this.

It'd be almost nostalgic, in a way; Like that lifetime ago when she'd failed to reach the goal she set for the both of them, one that mattered more than herself at times. But now, this is it. This is the end of everything.

All there is is opening the door.

The Death Room looks so much stranger in contrast to the rest of the memories that have led up to this point – Instead of a endless blue sky, its like an infinite void. Not even the walkway leading up to the platform remains, just a little space to walk in, and the steps leading up to something dark floating in the exact center of the room.

It's... dormant. Maka can feel it, could the farther they moved into the city. It doesn't feel dead, but it doesn't feel alive either, just... exists.

Was this... Lord Death?

Maka doesn't know how to answer that.

They both look at each other, never having let go of each other's hand. Both think of reaching out to it – nothing left to lose, maybe? – until something very bright and jarring slices through from the ceiling and lands directly in front of it. Needless to say, both are ready to have a heart attack.

After enough cursing passes to raise the rating, the light – a sword? – suddenly bursts into another show of light, revealing it to be none other than the Holy Sword Excalibur of legend.

Being the last audience members on Earth, let's just cut to the chase: Excalibur recounts that he avoided whatever had occurred that day by cutting through the very fabric of time and space to preserve himself, and that, coincidentally, this has left a hole between then and now that he could help Soul and Maka return through if they played their cards right. As shocking as this information is, would they have ever said no?

It was the biggest gamble of them all, Soul reckoned. Going back in time and stopping this from ever happening was indeed dangerous business. And yet, maybe it's because Maka still has that old sense of adventure still burning in the embers of her soul, reassured by Excalibur's telling that the persistence of these two left just a shred of order still lingering in the world.

A chance to truly lose everything for the second time was horrifying beyond comprehension, but to fight to save that last piece of what was left of the world, how it should be... perhaps that was the most human thing they could think of.

And so, hand firmly in hand, they take ahold of the Holy Sword's hilt, and let its shining light engulf them as they don't dare to ever let go. The threads of time and space pull on them even as they felt completely weightless, the sheer existence of Everything passing them by but too much for them to perceive. Soul and Maka were both nothing and something between it all, just souls that held on to hope and the memory of what they knew and the pure light keeping it together, until finally eternity grinds to a halt of 60 seconds per minute as the blade of the Holy Sword pierces straight through the witch's heart.

Four years and many months prior to before the spell could activate.

As Soul and Maka caught back up to time and space and gravity, Excalibur stood watch as his light had saved them from both the fabric of reality and the overwhelming sensation of souls being in the world once more, a feeling so strong that even Soul could feel it right through his bones after having spent so long in silence. And they looked upon the way they came from, the opening of Everything tying itself back up just as quickly with the threads that had been pulled through it.

Order had been restored. The world was no longer silent, now exactly as it had been on that day. The two look straight to each other – Their younger selves weren't here, but they were still around? Were they going to disappear now that things were back to normal?

Excalibur slammed his cane down like a gavel – Nay. Order had been brought back to life. Soul and Maka are Soul and Maka, the two souls carrying the threads and needle through which the world needed to realign itself. They now carry the stitches of having fixed a part of Everything, but what's done is done.

For once, what Excalibur said made almost complete sense. He then tips his hat farewell, wishing to return home for the day, yet departs his wisdom that they may take as much time as they need now that normalcy is as it was (and that they may visit him again as they so wish).

Deciding to take his advice, the two take a breather as Maka readjusts to feeling soul wavelengths again, and Soul lets it sink in at least a little at first that they can now call back home when they're ready even if they aren't sure what to do with the witch's soul.

The mirror call home was jarring, to say the least. Everyone they remembered was exactly the way they were four years (and many months) since Soul and Maka began surviving on their own, however they themselves had noticeably aged, much to the confusion, and eventual concern, of even just those in the Death Room. It was strange seeing it so bright and lively.

The witch's soul would be dealt with at later point. What matters now was getting them back home safely, and taking care of their needs – It had been a long four years, and now they could finally rest. Make sure their physical and mental health needs were met, letting them readjust to other people, and eventually reintegrate their daily lives back into society, one step at a time.

Soul even decided, when they were comfortable enough to be more apart from each other, to return back home to his family. See his brother again and let him know how much he meant, even if it was hard being a little older than he should be. After Maka had similarly made peace with both her parents – having had time to process how difficult it was, and being at least a little more okay with neither of them being perfect – she took a trip to visit and meet Soul's family, his nana being especially welcoming in hearing what they both went through.

It was a long number of years since the goals they once strived for as weapon and meister mattered. It wasn't a hurried decision, but they decided to lay that part of themselves to rest for good – Not because they had died all those years ago, on that day, but because they were given a second chance at life, and they wanted to find their own ways on living it to their fullest.

They both went through with finishing schooling, graduating, and as the years passed again – not surviving, just being – that silent world faded into memory, with Soul and Maka waking every day thankful that no matter where they go from here, they were together throughout all of everything.

[buccini555]

Hey it's my first time requesting , can I get a angst where hanma shuji treats you ( his gf ) very harshly and cheats on her continuously and when her girlfriend leaves the apartment they shared leaving a note and he just realised how bad he treated you and regrets it and then tries to find you sorry of If you're not comfortable w/it !

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ::: 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

𝟎𝟏:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌 — 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

Hanma never was and maybe never will be a good boyfriend or at least good company, he always treats you like a fucking asshole but you just can't and don't want to get away from him. Another important point, no matter how much you lie to yourself and try to hide it, you know that he constantly fucks other sluts right under your nose, including in the apartment they live together for a long time.

And once again you were arguing, it was already dawn your dear boyfriend wasn't giving the fuck if the neighbors would hear him cursing you and treating you in a bad way, at least he didn't hit you and he never tried to hit you either , as much as you really believe he ever thought about doing this act, instead, whenever he was angry and acted like an idiot, he would break several of your things, without caring about their values.

The reason for the fight? What else would it be? You ended up seeing messages from girls on his cell phone, and of course, you went to question him. Hanma just ignored you, but you insisted on your questioning and quickly he got irritated, as usual.

— What is your problem? Girl you are boring as fuck!

He got up from the couch he was sitting on, and just kept repeating the question about what's wrong with you as if it was his fault that he's a shitty boyfriend and a cheater.

After a while, you still couldn't hold back your tears, but you made a decision, however impulsive it seemed, you couldn't take being treated in that disgusting way anymore, so you just wrote a note, saying goodbye to Hanma and went to pack your things while he was sleeping without any remorse for having mistreated you.

You left the apartment and went to some hotel in the city and in fact you didn't intend to return.

The next day, Hanma woke up and realized that you weren't next to him, he didn't even call because he just thought he had slept in the room because you was angry with him.

— Damn, maybe I... I was too rude? Oh, fuck that, she deserved it.

He got up, went to shower, wash his face and brush his teeth, still not noticing his absence, until he went to the kitchen, where he found the farewell note you had written.

— Fuck, s-she didn't do that, did she?

Hanma was shaken and couldn't believe that you had left him, so he screamed your name and when he realized that you were gone, he went into despair. Tears of regret ran down the face of the guy who said he would never cry if you left, so he sat on the floor with the small paper in his hand, still not knowing what to do, until he went downstairs to look for you.

— I'm gonna find her... I'm fucking gonna change the shit I am, I just, I just... I can't lose her!

Quickly, he took the elevator down and went to the garage to get his car to look for you around the city, but before getting into the luxurious vehicle, Hanma went down to check his cell phone, because since you guys shared the bills, he had access to your account bank, so he was aware of the fact that you had made a reservation at a hotel far away, but which was still in the city where they lived.

— Well, looks like I found where my girl was hiding. He exclaimed with a smile on his lips, even though he was drowning in tears.

Disrespecting all possible traffic rules and speed limits, Hanma soon reached his destination. As soon as he arrived at the small hotel, he immediately went to the concierge to ask about you.

The phone in the room you were in rang, and the girl at the reception said that your boyfriend was downstairs desperate to talk, you, shocked, hung up the phone, for a few seconds your world froze and you didn't know if you were going to see him or simply ignore him, but as you knew him very well, you knew that if he didn't go, he would find a way to go upstairs and look for you.

Your legs were shaking as he walked down the long staircase to the venue, you soon spotted your boyfriend standing in front of the stairs with tears in his eyes and looking remorseful. He asked you to get in the car to talk, and to avoid scandal, you just obeyed him.

Hanma begged for your forgiveness, swore in every possible way that he would change and stop being a disgusting and shitty boyfriend, all your loved one knew how to do was beg for your forgiveness and plead for you not to leave him again .

— I fucking love you, please don't leave me! I really don't know how to live without you! He said as he looked into her eyes.

You had never seen him like that, so sensitive or crying, but you really didn't know if you could believe those beautiful lies...

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Holy shit!!! Holy shit holy shit holy shit!!!

Holy fuck!!! Your Kieran Don't Let Me Love You fic!!! Aaaaaaaaah!!! It's so good!!! It so so intoxicatingly delicious!! I'm apologizing in advance for what a wall of text this probably will be and purely consist of me yapping

I spent like easily 2??? 3??? 2 and a half??? Hours just to read the whole thing. It's just so incredibly overwhelming in the best way possible! The way you describe the actions. The descriptions. The emotions. The thoughts!!! I actually took multiple a few minutes break during the time reading it, because it felt like my soul was enveloped in the narrative and I needed to breathe for a second!!

I've been thirsting over the twins this whole day, and Luke is actually the more favorable one for me but gosh your fic turned me into a new woman, NOW I TRULY LOVE THEM BOTH EQUALLY. KIERAN!!! Can't possibly agree more that the premise was fitting to Kieran like it was meant to be. You did an incredible job.

Being the quiet of the two, I really felt the amount of conversations were minimal- but meaningful, every single one of them. It fits him so much, I love the flow of conversations you wrote between the two. You have such a refined way of writing!! It's the ultimate mix of both poetic but easy to swallow for the common folk, it's wonderful harmony.

The pet names were everything. Every single one of them!! But personally, there's just something about being called angel by this guy who wears devil horns as his daily outfit that stirs me up so much. S i g h. I'm whipped.

The sexual tension on the flashback of the first time???? HOOOOO BOY LORD HAVE MERCY. I WOULD NEVER NOT SUCCUMB TO THAT. Such a tease. Delicious tease. I'm in tears. Good tears. I just love how all the boys here definitely can effortlessly carry us around and definitely always make us look up with their tall height. I love how the mention of Sylus visibly stirs some kind of reaction to him and how quick but desperate the whole thing was. That commending voice??? Sign me the fuck up. Please. Pretty please. I'm a putty at this point

Rules are the best. Because rules are meant to be broken. That delicious conflicting feeling of doing something should not be done!! You describe it perfectly and beautifully.

I really love how you imagine him being the closer of the two to Sylus, and it just makes sense so much in my brain?? Like, that's why he's so unaware of most outside things, since he was satisfied to just dedicate and stayed loyal to the boss.

Okay now this part is completely my delusion from your fic, and you might skip this if you don't like the thoughts of someone expanding the premise by themselves which I'll completely respect, but I imagined that- at least Luke had noticed before that fated day. Being twins and seemingly inseparable since little, I don't think there's any way either of them could keep a complete secret to each other. The other will notice. So! My personal delusion for this bit is, that Luke had noticed for a while. How Kieran gazes at her was always a second too long, the little things and gestures he believes his brother usually doesn't do for a single girl, and how sometimes his brother was just a little too immersed with whatever he was thinking, and how it felt different than any time before. But he kept quiet about it, obviously. Since Kieran wants to hide it, and Kieran might've got the feeling his brother had already realized from who knows when as well. But out of respect for each other, neither of them ever brought that up. Buuuuuut, Luke noticed the feelings and affection has grown, unbearably big. So he decided to finally confront Kieran about it, maybe saying a piece or two of his thoughts about it. Warning him, or something. And that's what spurs Kieran desperation and conflict that day. He had been mulling it over ever since his brother actually says something verbally to him about it, and at that point he must've tried to deny how fucked he is by then.

Aaaaaaand I also imagined depending whether both Sylus or only Luke have known, Luke would back them up about that day. Coming up with excuses and such, naturally. Either that, or both Sylus and Luke agrees that 'it took them long enough' (s i g h this'll be delicious angst as well depending if Sylus and Luke actually also have feelings for her) with or without this part of my delusion though, I loved the fic as a whole so so so much!

Okay, back to the actual fic. Let me just say i have a thing about good girl and it ascended me to heavens. Your Kieran has driven me crazy-- The depictions of how different he was acting that day was so good!!! And I really loved the repeating narratives, like Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran or Don't let me love you or There's no going back. Each one of them are so lovingly beautiful!!

His pleas! The urgency in his voice!! In his action!! The desperation!! Aaah you wrote all of them so well, I actually kept scrolling back up and rereading the lines and description while still reading it because it's just so so so good. And let's not forget the domineering overpowering attitude.... I'm melting...

I really love the switch between the frantic desperation of the first part to the soft loving gentle need after we finally saw Kieran's face. And may I mention I think the fact you're able to describe him and all his emotions and expression so well while deliberately opting out any actual description of his visual is???? Such?? A genius?? Move?? His action, his touch, his face, his expression, I can imagine it all clearly thanks to your amazing writing, and yet I can freely imagine the actual face according to my own imagination! I think that was such a skillful bit.

I really love the moment of vulnerability between the two, how both of them had each of their own time where they finally broke down in tears. Aaaaah such a good narrative.

AND THE PART WHERE HE CALLED OUR NAME???? AAAAAAAAH DELICIOUS!! BEAUTIFUL!!! BRAVO!!!! I love it so much!! I always favor 2nd person pov fics where there never was actual dialogue calling out the name with Y/N- not that there's anything wrong with it other than my preference, but description of it always appeal me more. So thank you for feeding me in that aspect! Aaah! I'm in love!

The bits of how slow the walls slowly crumble, how even after meeting eye to eye he tried so hard to restrain himself, I love it so much. It felt necessary and shows just how much thin the ice they were threading were. I'm s o l d.

The cockiness of his tease on the Miss Hunter shenanigans??? And yet followed suit with his genuine apology afterward??? Have I said I'm melting?? Because ugh it's such a good pacing.

When all restraints finally let loose and the fervent intense adoration came back into action!! It's so beautiful!! And gosh the confession. The confession. Couldn't have worded it any better... I like that he was the one to confess first and how we broke down from him, as it was always ambiguous more on our side than him- because he had always been able to see us through, but he always put on a mask- literally and figuratively. And I think it's just so so so beautiful.

I loved the ending line!!! As well as the little ramble you wrote afterward <3 can't agree more!! I'm definitely interested to read luke x kieran recommendation you linked at the end... But for now I've got things to do so I'll keep it for now!

Phew, it's really a lot of text. TLDR, I'm in love with your Kieran fic thank you so much I love your writing style so much. Thank you!

AHHH ANONIE 😭😭😭😭😭 i have reread this so many times bc this is so so so so incredibly sweet i'm so floored 🥺 and so honired 🥺 that you could have this much thoughts on something ive written... aaahh my heart's fluttering fr, anonie you've made me so happy 😭 esp knowing that you were able to picture kieran's face without the descriptors? that was super challenging to me but i'm sososososososo happy it came across well 😭🤍

FUN FACT i actually had part of this draft cut out! an entire scene where reader runs into luke while looking for kieran, and then subsequently realizes that luke knows ... so he's like, the push that gets both of them to realize they're not just fuck buddies (a la "we're just friends..." "sure, and friends do that" vibes) HAJDKAKFJA IT WAS A WHOLE THING. THE FIC REALLY COULD'VE BEEN LONGER. but i decided 7k words was enough 😭🤲

but overall i agree with you!!!! i was def biased towards luke at first, but writing this totally had me leaning more towards kieran <3 desperation and conflic with internal emotions or othereise co flict between duty and emotions is my FAVORITE to write, and kieran's character is SO fun to play with, esp with him being the younger of the two! he's surprisingly complex and i loved getting into the intricacies, i'm so glad that was conveyed hehe 🥰 you might be interested in the little analysis i had on kieran's character here !!! <3

THANK YOU again anonie 🥺 i wish i had the words to actually say how grateful i am for this because it's just so incredibly sweet 😭 know that i'm cradling you in my arms!!!

[thatoddgent]

Sleepless Nights (Nameless Ghoul x Gn! Reader)

A/N: I tried to write this to fit any of the ghouls, kind of as a test run of just writing for the band and stuff as a whole. You could probably fit this to the ghoulettes too since I tried to keep gender neutral pronouns for both parties, so as long as you don’t mind the girls just being called ghouls it should be alright! Feel free to leave any feedback and remember requests are open. :)

Genre: Just some fluff, maybe slight angst if you consider stress and/or overworking.

Warnings: None really, reader has some anxiety and is an overachiever but that’s about it, nothing too serious. Didn’t proof read but checked paragraphs as I went.

The pitter patter of rain echoed gently through the long halls, which were lit up only by the soft light that fell in from the windows. The place was barren, save for one soul who couldn't quite stay asleep that night.

You walked all along the Ministry, trying to ease your mind enough to go back to bed, but no matter how long you wandered you just couldn't quite calm yourself. Being newer to the Ministry made you nervous, things hadn't been bad, but you hadn't exactly been the most popular amongst the other siblings.

It's not that they hated you, but the didn't really like you much either. Most people already associated themselves with their own groups, and didn't how that same interest in those that weren't a part of it. Sure, there were a few sisters who welcomed you with open arms, but you had no real friends, or people to show you around and make you feel at home. You found yourself striving to to the best you could with chores, often offering your assistance to others in an attempt to socialize and make a name for yourself. And in a way you did.

You became the person that others can rely on to cover their shifts, and to clean up for them when they have more important things to attend to. It was draining, on top of your need to over achieve, now you had double the amount of tasks that you had to complete.

The rain outside seemed to lift just a little bit, right as you found yourself standing in front of the doors leading to the gardens outside. You looked up to the tall glass doors outside, debating on if it's worth it to break the rules and go out this late. Surely you've earned yourself some leeway, and if you did get in trouble, it's nothing you couldn't make up eventually. Out of anything that can make this feeling go away, why not enjoy the scenery?

With bated breath, you place your hand on one of the knobs and turn it slowly, trying your best not to let the heavy door creak as it opened. Feet stepping quickly out, you pull the door shut behind you and the smell of petrichor wafts into your nose.

It really is beautiful, you can tell how much loves goes into tending to this place, maybe you should break the rules more often? Walking around admiring every flower, every hedge, and ever perfectly placed stone, letting the droplets of rain prickle at your skin. And as your hair becomes wet, sticking to your forehead, a new feeling washes over you.

Relief.

For the first time in weeks, you feel at ease. No need to stand at attention waiting for orders from your superiors. No reason to wait for one of the siblings to dump their duties on you. Right here, right now, you feel just that, you feel right.

That feeling wavers though, as you hear the door that you entered from open from across the garden. Your breath catches in your chest for a moment as you look around frantically, from the corner of you eye you spot an archway leading to a, hopefully, secluded area. You run on the tips of your toes as softly, but as quickly, as you can before whoever left the building finds you.

'Did someone see me? They couldn't have, everyone was asleep. What will happen if they find me?' Your head was pounding as your thoughts spun.

When you convinced yourself to come outside, you didn't expect yourself to feel so scared at the thought of being caught. Then again, you didn't expect someone else to be awake this late.

Heavy steps splash against the wet path, slowly becoming louder, and louder, and louder. You feel your body sink down to the ground in an attempt to make yourself as small as you could, holding your head in your hands waiting for them to leave.

Waiting.

Waiting.

You waited for what seemed like forever and you didn't hear anything, were they still there? Maybe they didn't know you were here after all. You lift your head and slowly begin to peak around the corner, careful not to make any noise as you move, but when you fully look out from behind the wall you see nobody.

You continue looking around to ensure no one was there, and as you go to stand you notice that you don't feel the rain anymore. The beat of your heart picks up and your breath hitches once again, you look just above your head and see an umbrella. You hugs yourself as the chill of the night sets in and begin to turn around, deciding it's better to see who your dealing with. After all, they could let you off easy.

Once you turn around and look up, you lock eyes through the goggles of a strange mask and it hits you. This entire time you thought it was one of your superiors, or maybe on of the sisters of sin who, on a whim, decided to care enough about you to fetch you out of the rain. But no, it had to be one of them. One of the ghouls that the siblings constantly gossip and rumor about, and depending on how true the rumors were, you were probably screwed.

No words were said, not for a while. The two of you sat in silence looking at one another, that is until -

"You know, usually when people come out here, their prepare for a little weather."

You can't exactly tell if they're joking with you, the mask blocking most of their expression and their voice is quiet and gritty, probably lack of sleep judging by the time. Nonetheless, you give them a small smile and and a meek excuse in an attempt to get out of this, or at least make it less awkward.

"I didn't exactly plan to be out here, I'm sorry if I'm intruding on your time, I can leave-"

"Did I say that you needed to?"

The questioned had you a bit confused, by what people usually said, the ghouls were sticklers to the rules, or they at least made the siblings follow them. And this one didn't really seem all that mean, or rude, or... Come to think of it, they didn't seem much at all like the people in the Ministry described them.

In the midst of your thoughts, the ghoul leaned a bit closer towards you, tilting their head and taking in the details of you and your situation. Only after you heard a small sniff did you break away from your head, eyes widening at the ghoul in front of you.

"Um, what are you... doing, exactly?"

The ghouls eyes flicked up to meet yours once again. You couldn't quite see the color through the tinted goggles, but from what you could see of the shape they were strangely alluring.

"You smell peculiar, not much like the others here. Your different, aren't you?"

You felt a small sting, whether they meant it in one way or another, how could someone you've never even met be able to tell that just from meeting you? Any assumptions you had about not fitting in were seeming to be correct, and this ghoul was proving it.

"I don't... I mean..."

You tried to find the words to say, why would it matter to them anyways? Ghouls typically don't associate with the siblings, except for a few relationships that come and go, I mean this was the first time you've even run into one before.

Almost as if they could sense the spike in your emotion, they backed away a few inches from your face, gaze still fixed on you.

"A touchy one huh? Don't get so worked up, I'm not going to hurt you. I could smell you all the way from the sleeping chambers and it was keeping me up. We don't get too many like you around here."

It's one thing after another with this one, everything that comes out of their mouth just makes no sense to you. Before you can open your mouth again, they reach out their other arm for you to grab.

Hesitating for a moment, you look to their face again, searching for some sign of ill intent but they remain unmoving. With just a hint of uncertainty, you let your arm link with theirs and carefully move to stand beside them. You try not to get them too wet, keeping a small distance from them under the umbrella, it's strangely comforting next to them.

As they begin to walk you back inside, you can't help but ask.

"What did you mean before? People like me, I mean."

For a moment it's silent, the only noise being the soft splashing of your steps.

"A lot of people here don't care, you aren't like that. I can tell this isn't the first night you've stayed up."

It's true, there were bags forming under your eyes. There been several nights you had to stay up late in order to finish all the work that had piled up, you didn't think it would be that noticeable though.

You hum in response and keep walking, letting the ghoul lead you up to the doors of the Ministry. You stop for a minute, but they assure you that any water tracked inside will get cleaned up one way or another. They place the umbrella back in its place and you two continue on until you reach the door to your room.

As you go to let go of the ghoul's arm, they place a hand on yours, keeping you there for just a moment. You can see the beginnings of and expression on their lips, and they start to talk again.

"You're something special you know, you should really take better care of yourself, not everyone is going to be this nice."

Tilting your head to meet their gaze, they quickly turn to avert their eyes and continue speaking, voice wavering a bit as it becomes softer.

"I know what the people here say, but there are some of us you can trust, and I know that you see that. If your sisters and brothers don't accept you, you can always look for company elsewhere."

That small smile from earlier returns to your face as you pull your arms away, taking both of their hands in yours.

You look closely at them, admiring the details that you weren't able to see before. Manicured claws, darkened skin and calloused palms stare back at you, and in a way, you find them beautiful.

Raising your head back up to them, you finally a voice inside you, finally able to tell somebody what's on your mind.

"You're one of the first people to show me such a kindness here, you're the first company I've had in all honestly-"

Their mouth hangs slightly agape, waiting for you to finish your thought.

"I just wanted to thank you."

If you didn't know any better, and maybe after all this you didn't, it looked like a small smile pinned itself to the ghouls face, hidden just under the shadows of their mask. You felt a small squeeze to your hands before you lets go, as you brought your arms back up to hug yourself.

"Goodnight, may you sleep well, Tesoro."

Your cheeks warmed up a bit at the name and your eyes widened just a tad. It seemed like theirs did as well, because they quickly looked away, almost as if they were embarrassed.

"And you as well."

You flashed one more smile their way before you turned and slipped away into the warmth of your room. You peeled off the clothes that were dampened by the rain and changed into a fresh pair of pajamas. Pulling back the sheets to your bed and laying in the plush surface, you shut your eyes.

But as an image of them creeps its way into the back of your mind, it becomes apparent that you won't be able to sleep for another reason.

[astr0-philia]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛: 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥….

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[Y/N] POV:

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm Grim, spell-caster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!" Declares with fury as he glares at the male in anger.

'  Ah- there he goes again with his "I'm tHe gReAtEsT mAgIcIaN iN tHe wOrLd" sentence.'

Why was it that he was so hooked on getting into this school? In my opinion this school and the people in it look like they were going to open a portal for a devil.

Like why the hell are all of them wearing the same type of cloths with the same type of designs, with their caps on, they look like nuns in a church but with more fashion sense. It makes them look like they are going to start a ritual or something.

"Aren't you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind...?" The silver headed man inquired the red headed man in expectation. waiting for his answer.

'So the guy's name is Riddle....'

The silver haired man was also a bit suspicious. It was obvious the guy wanted to do it for other reasons but I kept quiet. A Princess must never voice out her opinions of course....

"Furry miscreant. I will abide by no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand." The red headed boy spoke with authority. His eyes narrowed on the cat like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

Why does the red guy want everyone to listen to rules 24/7? (Like my mom tbh)

but like-

Excuse me? I met this guy for less than 30 minutes and all I heard from him is

'Queen of hearts rule 34 blah blah blah'

Like man.....no one cares about the Queen of hearts rule! No one gives a shit dude.

Back to the situation.

So basically grim started running feral around the room and the 2 boys ran after him firing spells.....

'What type of entrance ceremony drama is this 💀 .' Like seriously. This whole thing was a mess.

'I mean it beats all the long lectures and shit I had to go through in the palace but isn't this too much?'

It was like a never-ending loop. The cat would fire, his great balls of fire. The boys would deflect them and then fire their own spells. Then Grim would dodge them and then run. I felt like I was staring at absolute nonsense .

Couldn't the two boys just use their magic properly and  ACTUALLY  do some damage at least?

They looked like they were getting beaten up by the cat rather than beating up the cat.

'Props for Grim for that achievement'

It felt as if we were standing there for an eternity I finally heard the guy, Riddle say something to finally capture the cat in some type of way.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" A collar had magically appeared on Grim's neck. It was embroidered with a beautiful gold design and shaped like a heart. Each half of the hearts was individually colored in red and black. 

"MYAH!!?? What are you doing?!!" screamed Grim in disbelief. He tried scratching the collar in panic but it would not budge. He looked like he was going through the five stages of grief because of the collar.. ...

Anyways-

"The Queen of Heart's Rule 23: "One must never bring a cat to a formal affair." Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately." The red haired man exclaimed in annoyance. He looked very mad. When I say mad I mean MAD MAD.

"But I ain't a cat either! Don't try to collar me! I'll burn it right off!"

Me and the other students watched in fear as Grim tilted his head back to gain energy for what looked like one of the biggest fireballs he had made in the ceremony. We waited, waited and waited.....

Nothing happened

"Huh...? Wh-what gives? My fire ain't workin'!" in slight fear and astonishment at the revelation.

'His fire wasn't working????'

I couldn't help but stand in shock. Did I just get scared for nothing at all?

"Until I deem you worthy of removing that collar, you won't be using any of your magic. As of now you are nothing but a pet cat!" bellowed the red head. He sounded as if he was about to burst a nerve .

Then suddenly I felt a tap on my back.

Without looking back my hand had curled up into a fist and was flying to whoever unfortunate face was in the way. Just as I opened my eyes for a split second I saw who it was.

It was Yuu....

"Hey [N/N]-"

My fist collided with the nose of his face with great impact.

BAM 💥

- and he flew back just a few feet away.

"uh oh...." a whisper left from my mouth in pure terror.

I stood in silence as I processed what I had just done. I was horrified, this was utterly a mess!

I rushed up to him as fast as my feet could take me and checked his face.

"ARE YOU OKAY YUU????? I AM SO SORRY!!!" In a panic I screamed.

"I-Yeah I'm fine....." as he grimaced in pain.

'He sure doesn't look okay though...'

As I helped him stand up the silver haired boy started to talk.

"Ha-HA! Good show as always, Riddle. You're signature spell locks down any magic. It's quite handy." Says in awe and surprise. He looked joyful for some reason too. It was suspicious and did not sound right at all. He sounded like he was up to something...but he seems nice, so I think hell turn out just fine-

"I've just gotta have it—ah, I mean, I've just gotta have respect for it."

- And there it was. I knew something was wrong with that guy!

Suddenly the bird guy dashed to us in a flurry of fury and disappointment. He looked as he was going crazy with all the shit that happened today.

"Yuu and [Y/N]! Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar? Now discipline your pet at once!"

"I've never seen that creature before in my life! I even told you repeatedly that it isn't mine!" Yuu bit back in annoyance. Sounds like he was holding it in for quite some time ahead. "Did you not hear it the first time I said it?!"

"Oh...Is that so?"

'Is this guy fr?'

"*Ahem* Then I shall have it expelled from campus. I shall even spare it from being served as dinner." In a nervous voice contrasting with his confident stature and poise. He looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown.

'Also cooking a CAT for dinner.....what absurdity is this....'  This guy is cray I tell you!

"My, but I AM kind. ...Someone take this away, please." So Grim is now a 'this'. Heh.

"Nooooo! Let me gooooo!" He desperately screamed in fear and disbelief. "You fools better remember my name!" I don't think I'll be able to hold on that promise Grim...I have a hard time remembering names.......

"Cause I'm gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice shook the hall as he was guided out the room by the guards.

"Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded." birdman declared in a hurry. "Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms."

"Finally....couldn't the guy say that like before all these shenanigans happened...." Yuu said while rolling his eyes and turning his head to me.

"I feel the same way Yuu... I fell the same way...." I said exhausted.

"...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere."

'What'

Did someone not get invited to the party?

....... Can't this orientation be normal for  ONE  second?!

"And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse." the lion guy replied, sounding so done with all of this. He looked as if, that if this wasn't an important ceremony of sorts he would have dropped down to the floor and start sleeping.

"Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?" Said the cute white haired boy I helped in the fire in concern. He sounded quite concerned they didn't invite the Draconia guy.

"If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself." Said the beautiful man with purple under-toned hair.

'Wasn't this guy my housewarden?'

"Maybe, but I don't know him too well either..." said the white haired guy with a visible frown.

"Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?" said one student in fear and awe.

"So it's true? He really does go to school here?" one of them asks his friend.

"You think I know? I just figured it now to dumbass...." the friend replied back.

"Yikes...."

"Ah. Just as I'd expected." a different voice emerged from the group. He had the face of a new born baby yet had a voice gruff like a man. "I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance." The man with the deep voice, voiced out his feelings in plain disappointment.

"But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony." Now I feel bad for the Draconia guy....does he never get invited to parties or something?

"I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with." Well red head props to you! Its bad enough this whole ceremony was a flop but this wasn't right! Seriously though it's not nice to not invite an  IMPORTANT  figure to an  IMPORTANT  ceremony.

"No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn't sulk about this." The man with the deep voice sweatdropping at the behavior of the students. He was ready to turn back and leave. Before he could-

"Hey, I want you to give this to the Draconia dude...." I said with hesitance.

The deep voiced boy turned around as if he heard the best news ever. "Really! What is it dear?" Joy shining in his eyes as clear as day.

I quickly unclipped the necklace of my neck and handed it to him. "Hey dude this is a very important piece of jewelry to me...please tell the malleus guy to keep it safe....."

He quickly took the necklace from my hand in a gentle manner and smiled at me and he questioned "What is your name my fair lady, my name is Lilia Vanrouge."

"[Y/N] [L/N] is my name kind sir." I said as I curtsied to him.

"Well then thank you [Y/N]! I will now take my leave, I will surely and most definitely give your necklace to Malleus!" In utter joy as he left the room.

'Damn it...I forgot that necklace was from my sister....  😭  '

Yuu just stood there in the zoned out and looked brain dead for a moment.

'I don't think the all information has sunk into his head yet....'

As he slowly took in all the information, you could see his face slowly contort from nothing to utter terror.

"I can't believe I'm in a school full of  magical people  and a  princess  ?! What the hell is going on with my life!!??" He mumbled in anger and confusion.

I patted his shoulder to wake him up from his trance. He turned to me in a hurry, looking quite scared but it worked. He looked surprised and looked at me as if he saw a ghost.

"You good bro? I know that getting transported to a whack ass college is something you didn't want....but hey! at least we are in it together?" I told him in the flurry of the moment.

Let me tell you.....I have never in the past 40 minutes of meeting him ever seen him get so flustered his whole face would turn red.

Just as I was about to say something to him again. The bird man approached us again.

"Well, [MC]. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven Collage after all. Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy ."

'Damn the pain is real for Yuu'

"But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home. Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place where you came from." At least he gets to go back to his home. I have to stay here cause I am probably a convict in my world now and also I think I got sorted into Pomfire or Pomefiore or some house in this college.

Also can't bro give us some space without interrupting our conversation out of nowhere? I was trying to have quality time with my dude Yuu before birdman came to interrupt us.

As Yuu walked up the stairs to the mirror. He looked like he was going to drop dead with all the attention he was getting from everyone at the ceremony. Not gonna lie I would be like that too.

'Mental anxiety is frfr 100% all day'

"Phew..." Yuu let out an exhale in annoyance and fatigue. I guess all that drama took the energy out of him. I can say the same thing for me too.

"O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!" exclaimed birdman in a confident voice to the mirror.

"..."

'Why is the mirror unexpectedly quiet now?'

*Ahem*

"L-let us, er...try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—" sweatdropped at the revelation of the mirror not talking. Was this really the mirror's answer-

"There is no such place."

"What...?" Yuu and the bird man said in synchronization questioning the answer of the dark mirror.

'Wtf is with today and all these shenanigans'

"This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss." At a loss for words he asked Yuu in a hurry and panic.

"Tell me from what land do you hail from?"

"Sure. I'm from Tokyo, Japan"

'Well that was unusual.....I've never heard of a Japan of any sorts.....'

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with such a place. I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet..." Mumbled bird-man out loud, as if trying to make sense of the situation.

"This mysterious homeland of yours eludes me. Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we?"

"Yes, sir...." answers Yuu hesitantly.

Turning to me the bird-man said "As for you young lady. You must go to your dorm, as you have been sorted by the dark mirror there."

"Ok bird-man" I said in recognition. "I would like to ask how would I get there? My dorm members have already left?" Looking at the empty hall in front of us.

"I will ask the esteemed Vice-Housewarden of Pomefiore to lead you to the dorm."

"Well, that sounds interesting...."

"His name is Rook Hunt. He will be here in a minute or so. So just wait here until he comes."

The bird-man turned his back and started to move towards the exit of the ceremony hall.

I turned to Yuu. "Hey Yuu...it was nice meeting you today! I hope that you will be able to get home soon!"

Yuu looked at me in silence and then answered "Thank you for the enjoyable experience today [N/N], I really liked your company, once again thank you."

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He turned around and left the following bird-man out of the ceremony hall. As the doors of the exit closed I was alone once again. It was lonely.

It was comforting yet lonely in a nostalgic way. I never felt so close to home in this silence. As I reminisced in the silence I hadn't noticed a person entering the room.

The person tapped my back. I stopped the urge to turn around and punch the guy like I did to Yuu. I looked back and saw blonde hair.

He was a taller-than-average young man with fair skin. His mid-length hair was cut in a bob style, with straight-cut bangs. Complementing his completion His eyes are green. He also has a wide-brimmed hat with a large feather on top. Altogether he just looked so pretty.

"Hello there mademoiselle. I have come to pick you up to take you to Pomefiore!" The guy said in glee. "Also my name is Rook Hunt. What may be your name mademoiselle?"

"Ah yes Rook- my name is [Y/N] [L/N] princess of the Andromeda. Pleasure to meet you!"

"Ah mademoiselle is a princess! I shall call you dame princesse!" A very unusual nickname but it was a good one nonetheless. "Now shall we go to the Dorm dame princess?"

I nod my head and we start to walk out of the ceremony hall to a new room. It had strange looking mirrors everywhere. We went into the one with a peacock and poisoned apple on it. It had a label at the top which was symbolized with the name of the dorm, it had a type of regal air to it. I felt as if I was entering my castle where I lived. It was nostalgic.

As we entered the Mirror Rook had started to talk again.

"Well then mademoiselle....this is where us people sorted into Pomefiore live!" In enthusiasm and ecstacy. "I can not wait for you to meet Roi du Poison, he is the housewarden and he is absolutely magnifique!"

As Rook rambled on about the housewarden and the dorm. I couldn't help but look at the dorm in awe. It looked like the palaces back in Andromeda but even more fashionable and regal! It looked fit to house a queen or a king. It looked amazing.

As we reached the entrance of the dorm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding......

'I have come all this way...I can do this...'

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Was this really worth it? 

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Authors Note: 

I am so sorry for the delay of everything! I had my semesters going on and it let me tell you it's nerve-wrecking!

As of now the my semesters are still going on but I was somehow able to update today and I hope you liked it! It took me a whole week to write this chapter.....so it might be a bit inconsistent. 

So to the bad news.....I don't think I will be update book until the end of my exams which will after the 15th of March! I am so sorry and I apologize deeply for my very late updates. I hope you understand!!

Have fun reading!

[acourtofquestions]

Why does Chapter 5, parallel to 20 & the 41’s reference to it (20) feel like this:

"But in my dark power, I saw a glimmer of the future. I saw that Mala's power would surge again. And that you would lead me to the keys. Only you--the one Brannon left clues for, the one who could find all three. And I saw who you were, what you were. I saw who you loved. I saw your mate." The sea breeze hissing through the grasses was the only sound. "What a powerhouse you two would be--you and Prince Rowan. And any offspring of that union..." A vicious smirk. "You and Rowan could rule this continent if you wished. But your children ... your children would be powerful enough to rule an empire that could sweep the world." Aelin closed her eyes. The Fae males were shaking their heads slowly-- not believing it. "I didn't know when you would be born, but when Prince Rowan Whitethorn came into this world, when he came of age and was the strongest purebred Fae male in my realm ... you were still not there. And I knew what I would have to do. To leash you. To break you to my will, to hand over those keys without thought once you were strong and trained enough to acquire them." — "He took the blood oath without question. And I knew that whenever you were born, whenever you'd come of age... I'd ensure that your paths crossed, and you'd take one look at each other and I'd have you by the throat. Anything I asked for, you'd give to me. Even the keys. For your mate, you could do no less. You almost did that day in Doranelle. — Maeve's faint smile lingered. "I'd pushed and pushed your mother to bring you to me, so you could meet him, so I could have you at last when Rowan felt the bond, but she refused. And we know how well that turned out for her. And during those ten years afterward, I knew you were alive. Somewhere. But when you came to me... when you and your mate looked at each other with only hate in your eyes ... I'll admit I did not anticipate it. That I had broken Rowan Whitethorn so thoroughly that he did not recognize his own mate--that you were so broken by your own pain you didn't notice, either. And when the signs appeared, the carranam bond washed away any suspicion on his part that you might be his. But not you. How long has it been, Aelin, since you realized he was your mate?" — Maeve shrugged. "If it's any consolation, Aelin, you would have had a thousand years with Prince Rowan. Longer."

Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, consort, husband, and mate of the Queen of Terrasen, knew he was dreaming. He knew it, because he could see her. There was only darkness here. And wind. And a great, yawning chasm between them. No bottom existed in that abyss, that crack in the world. But he could hear whispers snaking through it, down far below. She stood with her back to him, hair blowing in a sheet of gold. Longer than he'd seen it the last time. He tried to shift, to fly over the chasm. His body's innate magic ignored him. Locked in his Fae body, the jump too far, he could only stare toward her, breathe in her scent-jasmine, lemon verbena, and crackling embers--as it floated to him on the wind. This wind told him no secrets, had no song to sing. It was a wind of death, of cold, of nothing. Aelin. He had no voice here, but he spoke her name. Threw it across the gulf between them. Slowly, she turned to him. It was her face--or it would be in a few years. When she Settled. But it wasn't the slightly older features that knocked the breath from him. It was the hand on her rounded belly. She stared toward him, hair still flowing. Behind her, four small figures emerged. Rowan fell to his knees. The tallest: a girl with golden hair and pine-green eyes, solemn-faced and as proud as her mother. The boy beside her, nearly her height, smiled at him, warm and bright, his Ashryver eyes near-glowing beneath his cap of silver hair. The boy next to him, silver-haired and green-eyed, might as well have been Rowan's twin. And the smallest girl, clinging to her mother's legs... A fine-boned, silver-haired child, little more than a babe, her blue eyes harking back to a lineage he did not know. Children. His children. Their children. With another mere weeks from being born. His family. The family he might have, the future he might have. The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Aelin. Their children pressed closer to her, the eldest girl peering up to Aelin in warning. Rowan felt it then. A lethal, mighty black wind sweeping for them. He tried to scream. Tried to Rowan felt it then. A lethal, mighty black wind sweeping for them. He tried to scream. Tried to get off his knees, to find some way to them. But the black wind roared in, ripping and tearing everything in its path. They were still staring at him as it swept them away, too. Until only dust and shadow remained.

Aelin lifted an eyebrow. "Aren't I a little old for faerie stories?" She'd indeed just celebrated her twentieth birthday three days ago, in another clearing not too far from here. Half of Doranelle had come, it had seemed, and yet her mate had found a way to sneak her from the revelry. All the way to a secluded pool in the forest's heart. Her face still warmed to think of that moonlit swim, what Rowan had made her feel, how he'd worshipped her in the sun-warmed water. Mate. The word was still a surprise. As it had been to arrive here at spring's end and see him beside her aunt's throne and simply know. And in the months since, their courting... Aelin indeed blushed at the thought of it. What they'd done in that forest pool had been the culmination of those months. And an unleashing. The mating marks on her neck--and on Rowan's--proved it. She would not be returning to Terrasen alone when autumn arrived.

As if she'd summoned him, the pine-and-snow scent of her mate filled the clearing. A rustle of wings, and there he was, perched in hawk form on one of the towering oaks. Her warrior-prince. She smiled toward him, as she had for weeks now, when he'd come to escort her back to her rooms in the river palace. It was during those walks from forest to mist-shrouded city that she had come to know him, love him. More than she had ever loved anything.

"I'd even let you have Rowan. The two of you here, together. While you and I work to save this world." The words were lies. She knew it, though she couldn't quite remember where one truth ended and the lie began. If her mate had belonged to another before her. Been given away. Or had that been the nightmare?

"What did she show you?" A breathless question. Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been--if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew." She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been... that was when I came the closest." His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?" She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything."

He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm. "Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

[theghostbunnie]

Hey, I just want you to know I really like your work! It's beautiful and really creative, and I think you understand these characters to a T, cause your headcanons are extremely in character.

Speaking of which: do you have any headcanons for David and Gwen, both individually and as friends?

AAAAAAAAAAAA TYSM THAT'S SO SWEET 💖💖💖💖 I tried to awnser this the other day but realized I was multiple paragraphs into a character analysis and not HCs (if any of you guys left me an ask and I haven't awnsered it yet I still always appreciate it I probably just plan to draw something for it or haven't got the time rn)

When David says something like "before nature took me against her bosom I was in clown school in france" (I'm not kidding he says bosom lmaooo) but he knew he loved nature at age 10, so either he was there before age 10 or the nature not yet embracing him bit meant he was withheld from it. Either his mother sent him there (cannonicaly doesn't have a dad) or he had the WEIRDEST college "figure yourself out, experiment" phase and I'm guessing the latter. He had a sudden spark of a new special interest and wanted to try pursuing it but his clowning instructor(?) scared him out of it after awhile.

I HC David wanted to be a clown bc he loved all the family friendly etiquette rules especially, ontop of the obvious making people happy and entertained.

David cannonicaly loves the zodiac signs and allthat and potential hot take but that man is a Sagittarius ♐.

David is stubborn and I feel this is an obvious fact about him but I wanna go further in depth with a HC that sometimes if he doesn't like something he won't just be in a general ol denial about it, he will full heartedly actually believe hisown truth instead.

Maybe not a "David as an individual" HC but I like to believe he respects, and likes QM's company alot! (When the man isn't being *too* off-putting) like when he's telling that ghost story about respecting your elders we see a cabin with a framed picture of silhouettes that look like QM were related to them and even the book in the story has that octopus God on it. So I assumed that was actually a real place somewhere in the woods David saw at one point/QM took him to. Either during his time as an employee or a camper himself. Also Quarter Master seems *at times* to be annoyed at David. Not like body language or facial exspressions I just get that vibe from his attitude and phrasing. He lied when he told him "fighting animals is apart of his culture" to get him to leave him alone about it I just know it.

Gwen is an anime watching "otaku" or atleast had a phase and has probably watched unheard of semi f*tish series that only lasted 10-12 episodes with really long title names. Genuinely rewatching the show so much of her screentime is hating her job in different ways or reading, writing, or playing VR 🌽. Or being a hopeless romantic. (She could've stayed with Graggle but only liked him for her monster f*tish and to romanticize herself as this YA novel MC)

She definitely LOVES x reader fics and takes on a slightly new persona in her fantasies.

I HC her with a bit of stage fright and her love for music being casual instead of a passion, that ontop of wanting to make something for herself is why she didn't piggyback off her dad's career and go into music. His career did atleast pay for whatever degree she wanted to persue (how she was able to get so many) and her fear of wasted potential is what made her have so many to begin with.

She partially willingly puts herself into positions where she gets burnt out to the point she's gotten kinda used to it.

So that's kinda why she can call it out early in David and tell him when he needs to have a break in that one EP.

David offering Gwen to read one of her stories she writes to the campers leads me to either believe he doesn't know what she writes is 🌽 or that and she also shares her sfw writing with him to get his opinion. (Which is nearly always positive but I feel like people forget David has his moments even if HE'S unaware of em) like "This chapter is excellent, Gwen!! Gosh, I'm just on the edge of my seat!! And there's only half the grammar mistakes of last time! :DD" and he fully means that as a compliment.

David also definitely got Gwen into astrology. She only cares about learning facts about her own, finding out the birthdays of celebrity and fictional characters and then seeing if they're compatible. Woman with identity issues? Eats it up.

They both loved Bob Ross before they met and it was one of the first things they bonded over as they were becoming friends. I HC Gwen was chipper at the job at the very first bit but it QUICKLY wore her down, David going off that first impression kept his excited team-loving liking of her, where as Gwen as she got to know him over those first weeks grew really annoyed with him as a coworker, but once getting to know him further than that the friendship started to become mutual.