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bellewintersroe · 10 months ago

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Joe Liebgott x Reader.

two times Joe doesn’t want to come to you, and the one time he does… tw - swearing, talks of war and wounds, ptsd, 1940s terms, some descriptions of war and death but nothing too intense. I keep deleting and rewriting parts but I’m just not so happy with the ending, idk :/

The Crossroads, October 1944. “Joe… go see Nurse Y/l/n once you’ve done this.” Winters told him. “Yes, sir.” Yeah right. The last person who he’d be taking a visit to was Y/n, especially like this- all wound up and wounded. He’d report to nurse Smith instead, the other nurse for 2nd battalion to who he didn’t have such an… attachment towards. You see, it wasn’t that Joe disliked her. It wasn’t that at all. In fact it was more the complete opposite- his bond with Y/n was something he’d never experienced before. To get to the point, he was in love with her. But Joe refusing to be seen as anything other than the alpha male meant he sacrificed one vital human emotion when he was around her. Vulnerability. So instead of doing at Winters ordered, he simply stood a couple meters away from the aid station (it was a brick house they’d taken over) and just stared in contemplation. Joe had seen all the nasty side effects wound infections could cause, plus, he didn’t want to be taken off the line- but dammit he was fine. Just as he made the decision to turn back around, a voice called out. Joe stood, his shoulders tense as he stared up at the ‘aid station’. It was just a stolen brick, house which people once lived in. Now, the wounded took over, bleeding to death inside the walls. He felt himself shudder once at the thought and dammit- he was fine he didn’t need to bother you whilst you were hard at work with some scratch. Joe began to turn around, ready to head back in the other direction when he heard your voice calling out. Perfect timing.

“Joe!” She’d spotted him from a mile off, first from out the window, and secondly when she came to the door to retrieve the lost looking boy. “Joe, what’re you doing?” Her voice was gentle, yet somewhat laced with worry. He internally sighed at his inside melting into goo at the sight of her. He watched the way her brows knotted as she reached up, running her fingers over the bandage and grazing the warmth of his skin.

“What happened?” God she was angelic, Liebgott could’ve easily fallen into her arms if it wasn’t for- “oh my god, what did you do?!” Her concern peaked, pulling on his arm to take a better look.

“M’ fine, it’s nothin’. Winters sent me to Nurse Smith.” He muttered, it was a lie, one he felt horrible about as well. As soon as her brows perked and he watched the breath get caught in her throat, he knew he’d been caught out. “Oh. Nurse Smi- Alice left like an hour ago. Winters orders- so I don’t think… I don’t think he’d send you to her.” For the first time she felt jealousy towards her friend. A lingering pang of pain and sadness, one that she didn’t conceal very well and Liebgott could immediately sense he’d hurt her feelings.

“Um… but I’ll go get one of the guys for you, Spina was free last I checked.” Great. In all his stubbornness, he’d somehow wound up and turned this into backfiring on her. “Y/n/n-”

“No. It’s fine, Liebgott. I’m busy anyway…”

December 1944, Bastogne.

Blowing on her hands, Y/n cupped them together, eyes scanning around the town as she pulled her shoulders up, body rigid with the baltic temperatures of Bastogne. Her boots crunched under the snow with each step, and she was careful to walk around the piles of bodies that lingered the side of the streets. She was a mix between on the lines with second battalion and back in the town, taking care of the hundreds of wounded or mentally disturbed soldiers, haunted by the traumas of the battle. Even leaving the make-do infirmary couldn’t get her away from the horrors of war. Somehow, Y/n preferred being on the lines, at least then she was with familiar faces, ones she trusted and knew. She slowed to a halt when a familiar face stood not too far ahead of her. Her breath became caught before she let out a slight laugh, relieved for the first time in days to see somebody she cared so deeply for.

“Joe.” The relief on her voice was evident, his name was light and airy and lingered in the cold air that surrounded them. Joe’s head turned, heart stolen by the voice. The finger that had been batting against his thigh momentarily stopped, the last person he wanted to see here was her- surrounded by death, bombings. He didn’t even register the warmth he felt at the sight of her. The colour of her eyes were a stark contrast to the white of the snow below, yet they were rimmed with dark circles, red and puffy. You see, Liebgott recognised straight away how far she’d wandered, completely alone, standing no taller than an adolescent. If a Kraut caught her out here- well… Liebgott didn’t even want to think of what potentially may happen.

“What’re you doing out here?” He squinted, shaking his head in utter confusion. He felt angry, pissed off that such a fragile thing could be caught in the crossfire out here. He was already riled up, being moved to CP runner which had still yet to ease his stress. Her smile faded, and she momentarily just watched back up to him, feeling as though her relief wasn’t mutual. Liebgott looked tired, pale, just a shell of his previous self. “Well I’m stationed in the town today.” Y/n’s voice quietened noticing the strange way Joe looked at her. Usually she’d be met with smiles, hugs, relieved greetings on his behalf. He’d grin and call her sweetheart or doll- something she selfishly wanted to hear in that moment. “In the town, so what the hell are ya’ doin’ out here?” Usually Joe wouldn’t be this… harsh. Not with anybody, especially not to Y/n. “I just came for a walk.” She recognised how stupid that sounded as soon as she spoke. You don’t just go for a walk in the middle of war. But she wasn’t being silly, she didn’t even realise how far she’d trekked out.

“Well, why’re you out here?” She quickly chimed, preventing Liebgott from inevitably telling her off. He’d been extremely on edge recently, more so than the other men out here.

“Go back to town, Y/n.” Joe sighed, blowing out smoke from his cigarette. She winced at the harshness of his words, looking at the red band on his arm. CP runner. “Winters sent you back here?” She tried again. He finally looked at her, chewing on the inside of his lips.

“Yeah.” He finally responded, glancing around for any danger. “I gotta get this back to battalion.” He half-arsed lifted up a letter. Her eyes followed it, before falling back down to the snow below her. She gasped slightly, feeling something beneath her shoe, quickly recognising it to just be nothing more than a rock. Liebgott watched in concern, hearing a snapping sound from the right of him. It was instantaneous, he grabbed hold of her coat, keeping her behind him with gun held up in the other.

“Relax.” Out walked a guy from D-company. He’d obviously just been taking a shit or something in the woods- but he’d almost wound up shot.

“Dammit.” Liebgott dropped his gun, teeth clenched as the man disappeared back around the corner, towards the time. He could handle the idea of himself being hurt, but not her. It was too risky out here- he was angry at her for even being out here in the first place.

“Go back to the town would ya?” He snapped, voice raised as she stared back to him wide eyes. “Joe-” “No! Just get outta here! What’re you stupid for walking here in the first place?” Her mouth fell agape, breaking all eye contact and feeling her head begin to shake in complete disbelief. “No? Yes? Just leave!” Joe was completely unrecognisable, deep down she knew he was somewhat telling the truth- but he was so mean, the tears pricked way too fast in her eyes.

“We lost 10 guys in the last hour.” As soon as her voice wobbled she gulped the sensation away. “So forgive me for being happy to see you.” His blood ran cold, the minute she turned around Joe held his head in his hands, groaning. What a weird way to tell a girl you love her? Right…

May 1945, Austria.

Joe minded his business as he strolled through the streets of Austria. He’d just finished a gruelling course in preparation to be shipped out to the pacific. Despite the calmness that was here, most men were still on edge about the continuation of the war. Like most things, Joe just grumbled about it a couple times and got on with it. If they wanted him to fight the Japanese, he’d be just as brutal as them, there’s no way Easy would go through all that shit in Europe just to be sent out to the shitty- “Woah!” Joe dramatically spoke, stumbling over something as he completely didn’t watch where he was going. He heard somebody gasp from below him, a light voice, one belonging to a woman.

“Ow.” No other than Y/n sat there, perched on a rock as she looked out to the serene views ahead of her. She grasped at her ankle, wincing at the pain of where the soldier had practically stood on here. When Joe spun around, he felt his breath get caught in his throat seeing who it was.

“Y/n!” He panted out, recognising the tear stains down your cheeks. Oh fuck, he was just a klutz! Now he’d made you cry- potentially not for the first time either. “Shit, I’m sorry sweetheart, did I hurt you bad? Fuck, I’m sorry.” Crouching down, he placed a hand on her shoulder, constantly glancing between her face and ankle. What Joe didn’t realise at first was that her tear stains were old. Her eyes were slightly puffy from crying and he’d interrupted something. “No. It’s okay, you just scared me.” She pulled her leg back with a wince. “No, don’t be silly, here let me see.” Joe let out a sad kinda laugh, she smiled only a little, allowing him to outstretch her leg again. It had been months since the two were close, they’d grown apart in the war, Joe’s lack of ability to show vulnerability had pushed her further and further away until they were no more than old acquaintances. “I’ll be fine, Joe.” She let out a chuckle, amused by her own ability to get caught up in something unlucky. She figured she’d be alone out here, now here Liebgott was trying to massage her ankle.

“Are you sure? You- you don’t look it…” his voice lowered, watching through his eyelashes. She forced another half smile before her head dropped, “it’s okay, Joe.” He sensed she was doing the exact same thing he did to her all those months ago. “Hey, no. C’mere.” Moving around, he perched besides her on the rock, unable to help himself from wrapping an arm around her in comfort.

“You good? Did I hurt your ankle that bad, kid, or have I just interrupted somethin’?” She let out a sad laugh again at his words, wiping under her eyes. “I’m just… I’m just scared for the pacific.” Her chest felt lighter when she spoke those words. With the twig she had in her hand, she continued poking at the mud below, averting Liebgott’s gaze which cascaded over her face. For a moment he was stumped, his heart was beating at a furious speed and oh god- he was fuckin’ nervous. Not the time to be nervous when she was crying in his arms. He opened his mouth to speak, but swallowed them away before letting out a sigh, looking across the beautiful lake ahead of them.

“I don’t wanna do it anymore, y’know. And they’re… brutal over there.” She spoke up once more, fingers writhing together as she finally glanced up to him. When he did look back he felt his heart shatter to meet her glassy eyes.

“I know.” Was all he could manage at first, watching over her face as she waited for his response. “If anything’s good practice it’s being on the front lines though, right?” He attempted as she felt a breath of laughter leave her throat at his comment. Joe’s face turned slightly, visibly cringing at his response.

“Ah, shit Y/n/n, but seriously, we’re all gonna be there together, y’know. You’ve gotta whole company willingly to die before they let anything happen to ya’.” He squeezed her reassuringly to which she sadly laughed again, assuming he was being lighthearted.

“No, I’m serious. Look, kid, I know if it’s between me and you- I’m jumpin’ in front of ya.” He admitted without even thinking, this time it was her gaze on him. “I’d do the same for you.” Joe froze, not expecting the mutual terms of their speech. Something had softened inside of him, that fluttering in his stomach had returned in full force- it never really left, just dulled from the years of war and pushing her away. She felt her breath become heavy, blinking over his handsome face.

“Well, that’s if you’d actually want me around you.” She pathetically attempted to joke, wiping under her eyes to prevent her mascara from running any further. “What?” Joe’s head snapped up, meeting her gaze. “Hey, I always want ya’ around me, don’t be silly.” He spoke again, hand cautiously landing on her knee. “No but… I thought you didn’t like me.” The words caused something inside Joe’s chest to pang and twinge sharply. “Course I like ya.” The words fell more serious than be intended. “I wanna be around you all the time.” Y/n swooned at his words, still painfully head over heels for him all these years later. Her hand slipped into his, feeling his larger fingers squeeze a little around hers. “You didn’t seem like that before…”

“Ah, I was just being a dick.” He shrugged. “Sorry.” He glanced down to his lap momentarily. “I don’t hold it against you. I just- I just thought you never felt the same.” Her jaw tensed, head feeling hot at her sudden admission of feelings. Joe felt the corners of his lips tug teasingly.

“You wanna hang out with me later? Like just us two.” Finally, he saw a smile reach up to her eyes. It was a genuine kind, one that he didn’t think he’d actually seen in a real long time.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Turning down, she wiped under her eyes once more, past worries seemingly forgotten about. She let out a giggle as he watched her with nothing short than pure delight. “I can’t believe I cried.” “I’ve seen a whole lot worse doll, don’t worry about it…. Haven’t you got enough points to leave anyway?”

“No. It doesn’t work like that for us nurses.”

“Ah crap… suppose you’re stuck with me for another three years then.” “Lucky me.” She teased, sarcastically digging her arm into his side as he nudged her back with a knowing smile. “Lucky me more like.”

“Yeah after finally making a move 3 years later.”

“Maybe I oughta’ have run straight past you, now you’re just getting bold.” He joked. “Or maybe you could’ve done that anyway, without breaking my ankle.”

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sethsclearwater · 2 years ago

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synopsis: human!reader is paul’s imprint (very much ignoring each other at this point because of tensions between the wolves and cullens) and they get sent to seattle to pretend to be a married couple and spy on victoria and riley at a nightclub. they get back to the hotel and realize there’s only one bed, bickering and fluff ensue

warnings: smutty themes

word count: 5.56k

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“why don’t we just send emmett and y/n?” edward suggested and you choked on your drink at the thought, shaking your head. you all were gathered in the cullen’s kitchen, all of the cullens plus bella, jacob, sam, and paul were currently in attendance while you discussed sending a pair up to spy on victoria and riley in seattle.

carlisle spared you a sympathetic glance before turning his attention back to edward, “we can’t send emmett. she knows what all of us look like.” carlisle explained, the rest of the vampires letting out sighs. you rolled your eyes, getting up and going to the fridge to get a bottle of water while everyone threw out some more ideas.

“why not y/n and paul?” sam suggested, both you and paul making choking sounds at the thought, “she doesn’t know what either of them look like and you know paul wouldn’t let anything happen to y/n.” sam explained and you looked over to carlisle who seemed to be pondering it for a moment before nodding.

it was well known at this point that you were paul’s imprint, something neither you nor him seemed to be too appreciative of seeing as the tensions between the wolves and cullens were pretty high as always. unfortunately, the imprint bond resulted in both of you needing to be near each other most of the time or else you’d end up in an unreasonable amount of emotional pain over the separation.

you were fuming with him when you found out, both of you now unable to have any kind of meaningful romantic relationship with anyone outside of each other because of the tether binding the two of you together as “soulmates.”

“i think that’s our best option at this point. you two should get ready. i’ll book a hotel room and you two can take the volvo up there, you’ll need to leave soon if you want to get there tonight.” carlisle explained and you whined, looking over to paul who looked just as disturbed as you by the whole idea.

“did you put this idea in his head?” you asked paul who shook his head, scoffing at you.

“you think i put the idea in his head? i’m not anymore interested in this then you are princess.” paul rolled his eyes and you huffed before heading upstairs, alice following shortly after you to help you pack a bag.

while she packed your bag, rosalie came upstairs to explain the plan to you, “do you know what you’re supposed to be doing tonight?” she asked as she took a seat at the vanity in your room and you shook your head, “so carlisle and sam need the two of you to go into the trinity nightclub and you’re going to have to act like you like him. it’s a couple’s club and they’re gonna kick you out if you’re acting like you hate him the whole time. if anyone asks about your relationship, you got married last fall and your name is y/n lahote, got it?” she explained and you huffed, nodding, not at all excited about the idea of being paul’s wife for the night.

“victoria and riley should be there. do not interact with either of them - carlisle and sam just need the two of you to get eyes on them, paul should be able to hear anything they’re talking about so you just need to make sure that you’re playing the part. it shouldn’t take too long and then you two can go back to the hotel. as long as nothing else happens you two should be good to come back in the morning then, okay?” she asked and you nodded, turning as alice called your name.

she was standing in the entry of the closet, holding up a black lace bodysuit and a pair of daisy dukes and you nearly choked, “oh i am not wearing-” you started but she just shushed you, tossing it into your bag.

“it’s a nightclub y/n! you have to look the part. besides, paul’ll be matching you. you two’ll look great together!” she exclaimed happily and you rolled your eyes as she explained paul was supposedly going to be wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt to compliment you.

“this is going to be miserable.” you groaned, walking back down the stairs, alice following close behind with your bag. paul was apparently much quicker than you to pack and already had the car started, waiting rather impatiently inside while carlisle and sam went over the plan with him.

while alice got your bag in the trunk, you got into the passenger seat. “so just make sure nothing happens to her, okay?” carlisle finished and paul rolled his eyes, nodding.

“couldn’t even if i wanted to.” he grumbled and you laughed softly, happy to know he was just as miserable as you were over the whole ordeal. you got your seatbelt on and grabbed your phone to put some music on while paul rolled the window up and got the GPS setup.

as you two pulled out, you could faintly make out the sound of jacob, embry, emmett, and jasper laughing with each other over how mad you and paul looked. “doja cat?” paul groaned as you turned on your music.

“do you argue about everything? jesus christ-” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him as you slumped down in the seat.

the 3 and a half hour drive to seattle was nothing short of misery. it was mostly silent between you and paul aside from when he’d make a comment about your music choices. by the time you had arrived at the hotel, you were dying to get out of the car and get some air. paul parked the car, turning to you “put this on, yea?” he asked, handing you an engagement ring and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“what are you? delusional?” you gawked at him and he rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and putting it on your finger himself despite your protests. both of you found yourselves at a loss for words when you felt him grab your hand, neither of you used to the tingling sensation that accompanied him touching you.

paul was the first to break the silence, “we’re supposed to be married. suck it up and act like it, would you?” he deadpanned before releasing your hand and you rolled your eyes, quickly hopping out of the car. while you headed inside, paul carried both of your bags in shortly behind you.

“hi!” the lady at the front desk greeted the two of you as paul handed your bags to the bellman to bring to your room, “what’s the name on your reservation?” she asked softly and you smiled.

“y/n y/l/n.” you said and paul quickly cut you off, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.

you just about slapped him but stopped yourself when you realized you were the one that fucked up, “y/n lahote.” he clarified, “just got married a few months ago.” he explained, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

you were more mad that something in you enjoyed the feeling of him touching you than you were that he was touching you in the first place, “oh congratulations! what a beautiful ring.” she mused, taking your hand to look at the ring paul had put on you just a few minutes prior. “you two make a beautiful couple.” she continued, “any babies yet?” she asked softly, smiling as she released your hand and worked at checking the two of you in.

you looked up at paul anxiously who just smiled, “we’re working on it.” he explained, smiling as the front desk lady beamed at the two of you.

“oh well we have to upgrade you to our couple’s suite. you two will love it! definitely should help with that.” she winked at you and you felt your cheeks heating up, paul’s grip on your waist tightening.

“thank you.” paul said softly, taking the keycard from her as she handed it to him.

“anytime. we’ll have someone bring some champagne up later tonight then we’ll leave you two to it!” she winked at you again and you forced yourself to smile at her, quietly thanking her as well as paul guided you over to the elevator.

the ride up the elevator was more or less silent and you allowed paul to keep his hand around your waist the whole way up, only squirming out of his grasp when you got into the room. “what the fuck was that?” you whipped around to hiss at him when he closed the door behind him.

“don’t even start with me - you seriously need to get it together if we’re gonna go out tonight.” he snapped back at you, rolling his eyes.

you let out a frustrated sigh, realizing he was right, before grabbing your bag and heading into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you so you could cool yourself off and get changed in peace. you quickly got changed into alice’s outfit for you and, although you were well aware you looked absolutely phenomenal in it, you had little interest in dressing up for paul.

while you were doing your hair and makeup, paul knocked on the door, “how long are you gonna take? we have to be there in 30 minutes.” he explained, still sounding just as grumpy as he did when you two got there.

“‘m almost done.” you explained, pulling the door open so you could glare at him. he sucked in a breath when he saw you, clearly trying not to stare but failing miserably as he looked you up and down.

scoffing, you shut the door on him again which had him rolling his eyes on the other side of the door, “just- just hurry up, yea?” he asked, a bit softer than before.

“give me like 5 minutes.” you said back, quickly finishing your hair and makeup before heading back out to grab your shoes.

alice was definitely right in her outfit choices, you and paul did look like a couple and he looked… attractive? you caught yourself staring at him a bit too long which he quickly noticed and teasingly offered you the same scoff you had given him just a few minutes prior, “c’mon princess,” paul said, loving taunting you with that stupid petname

you just rolled your eyes, huffing as you got up and followed him out of the hotel room. the ride back down the elevator was short and paul wrapped his hand around your waist when the doors opened, anchoring you to his side as the two of you walked out.

you smiled at the front desk lady who waved to the two of you on your way out, “have fun mister and misses lahote!” she called as you exited.

refraining from rolling your eyes, you curled into paul’s side as the frigid outside air hit your exposed skin. neither of you acknowledged it when paul pulled you closer to him, instead just making the quick walk over to the club.

as you stepped instead, you could hear the music blasting and the heat immediately helped heat you up. paul slid his hand into the back pocket of your shorts which nearly had you whipping around to slap him but you remained committed to the role, allowing him to lead you over to the bar.

“c’mere.” he murmured, grabbing your hips and lifting you up onto one of the stools and stepping inbetween your thighs. you bit back a snarky comment, instead just allowing him to scan the room to see if he could identify victoria or riley.

apparently he couldn’t and after a moment you started to get a bit impatient, “can we go dance?” you asked, already knowing there was no way in hell he’d let you go alone.

“absolutely not.” he said, not paying any particular attention to you as he looked over his shoulder when your favorite redhead and her boytoy entered the dancefloor, “nevermind. let’s go.” his grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you off the barstool, allowing you to take his hand and tug him onto the dancefloor.

the crowd of people forced you and paul to be chest and chest when you finally got onto the dancefloor, “can you not look so stiff? you look like you hate me.” you said, rolling your eyes as paul shushed you, clearly trying to listen to whatever victoria and riley were talking about.

all the couples around you had their hands all over each other and you and paul looked… quite the opposite and apparently one of the other guys on the dancefloor noticed and made his way over to the two of you. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you tried to figure out a way of what you knew was going to be an awkward situation but couldn’t think of anything before he started talking, “miss can i just say you are looking so fucking sexy right now? such a shame that your man isn’t paying you any mind,” he said as he slid his hand into your back pocket. you tensed up and paul turned his attention back to you.

“if you don’t take your hand off of her ass in the next 3 seconds you will lose that hand.” paul threatened, giving him a look that you could only define as somewhere between furious and over-protective. the guy rolled his eyes at paul which neither of you took too kindly to.

“i think the lady can make decisions for herself, right sexy?” he asked you and you looked up at paul anxiously, not sure what to do.

paul grabbed his hand and pulled it out of your back pocket, squeezing it a bit too hard for the guy and had him letting out a low whine, “okay, okay for fuck’s sake i got it man-” he tried to reason but paul didn’t seem to be too particularly phased by his pain, squeezing his wrist harder.

“paul-” you warned when you felt him beginning to shake a bit and you placed your hand on his abdomen which quickly pulled him back to you. the guy quickly walked away when paul released his hand.

“you okay?” paul asked in a much softer tone than he normally used to talk to you in, he almost seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing, something you quickly chalked up to him pretending to be your husband for the night.

“‘m fine.” you murmured, looking away from him and over to victoria and riley who had moved over to some of the couches in the lounge area.

paul slid his hand up to your jaw, prompting you to look back up at him, “okay. you tell me if you want to leave, yea?” he asked and you nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. he had never asked if you were okay before or ever really seemed too particularly concerned about your emotional well being so this was new. you stopped yourself before you could think any more about it, reminding yourself he was only doing all this because of your whole husband/wife charade for the night.

“we need to go over there.” he said back in his normal tone of indifference, spinning your around and guiding you over to the lounge area where quite literally every single couple over there was in a heated makeout session.

paul sat down on one of the open loveseats, pulling you into his lap in the process. you looked around at all the other couples, quickly figuring out how to fit in with them before you moved so you were straddling paul’s lap, taking his hands and sliding them over your hips.

you ran your hands up his chest, stopping when you cupped his face in your hands, both of you scanning each other’s features in an attempt to read what was going through each of your minds. knowing you were easily going to blow your cover if you didn’t get into it soon, you just offered paul a small nod of permission which he thankfully picked up on.

he slid one of his hands onto your lower back to stabilize you and knotted the other in your hair, pulling you close to him so your lips just barely touched. your whole body felt like it was on edge as you slowly melted into the kiss.

he tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. your mind was foggy with thoughts of him. being so close to him - even if it was just for some stupid act - had you all sorts of emotional and you could hardly focus on anything other than how good paul’s body felt against yours.

he pulled back after a moment, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths and you watched him nervously, not sure if you did something wrong. you dropped your hips back into his lap but paul stopped you, gripping your hip when it suddenly clicked together and you looked down to see the large tent in his jeans.

you couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips, happy to know he was more down bad about the whole ordeal than you were. paul opened his eyes to glare at you, “don’t even start with me princess,” paul threatened and you just smiled innocently at him.

“i don’t think i know what you mean paul.” you whispered, running one of your hands down his chest, slowing down as you got to his lower abdomen, teasingly dancing your fingers along the denim material on his jeans.

paul’s breath hitched in his throat when your fingers just barely grazed over the bulge in his jeans, “don’t start something you can’t finish.” paul warned and you giggled again, running your hand back up his chest to wrap around his neck.

paul let out a relieved sigh when you decided to stop teasing him, running his hands back up your sides, “what a beautiful ring!” a woman’s voice called and you looked over to see a woman who looked to be a little older than you and paul sitting down next to the two of you, “can i see?” she asked softly and you looked up at paul who nodded.

you smiled softly, offering the woman your hand, “wow that’s absolutely beautiful. how long have you two been married?” she asked looking between the two of you.

“just a few months now.” paul explained, “the misses over here wanted a long engagement.” he teased, pinching your side which had you squirming in his lap, knowing how irritated it would make him, the two of you apparently each deciding to do your damnedest to make the other miserable.

“oh how lovely.” she cooed, “you two make a beautiful couple. any babies yet?” she asked softly and paul apparently saw his opportunity to get back at you and ran with it.

“that’s funny you ask. we’ve actually been trying since the honeymoon.” he explained, “she’s been begging for me to put a baby in her if you know what i mean.” he teased, both of them laughing. if looks could kill, paul most definitely would’ve been dead with the way you were glaring daggers at him.

the woman squeezed your hand gently, “you would look absolutely stunning with his baby my love. pregnancy would suit you well.” she mused and you forced a smile.

“thank you.” you whispered, knowing your cheeks were definitely bright pink by now with how mortified you were over the whole ordeal.

“well i must be going now. it was so lovely meeting the two of you.” she said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your hand before getting up and leaving.

you turned your attention back to paul who could not have looked more satisfied with himself, “don’t even think about it princess.” paul teased, knowing how badly you wanted to chew him out right now but couldn’t for risk of blowing your cover.

you sucked in a threatening breath and paul just rolled his eyes at you before looking over to victoria and riley who seemed to be wrapping their night up, “c’mon let’s go.” paul murmured, lifting you off of him and helping you stand before guiding you out of the club.

the walk back to the hotel was short but frigid, paul kept his arm wrapped around you the whole time and you deluded yourself into believing it was because he actually felt anything for you. neither of you said much on the walk back, probably because you both were wondering what the hell you just did together in that club.

you kicked off your shoes as soon as you got back to the hotel room, immediately heading into the bathroom so you could shower. it wasn’t until you were stepping out of the shower that you realized you left your pajamas in the other room. huffing, you wrapped a towel around yourself and headed back out to the bedroom where paul was sat down on the edge of the bed on the phone with sam.

“shut your eyes you clown.” you snapped at paul when you noticed he was ogling you again. he just rolled his eyes, dramatically covering his eyes while you grabbed your clothes and quickly changed.

“you done yet?” he asked and you hummed. happy with your answer, he headed into the bathroom, putting sam on speaker phone while he got in the shower. it wasn’t long until he came back out, wearing just a pair of sweatpants and now off the phone with sam.

you crossed your arms over your chest, looking him up and down dramatically in an attempt to show your disapproval of him, “you are not sleeping in the same bed as me like that.” you deadpanned and he just rolled his eyes.

“are you always so dramatic?” he asked as he pulled a shirt out of his bag, pulling it on as he waited for your response.

you just huffed, “only for you paul,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you got under the covers and leaned against the headboard so you could put something on tv.

paul sighed, sitting down on the bed next to you, “hgtv?” he asked, groaning as you turned it on and laid down, content to listen to that in the background while you fell asleep.

“you can put whatever on once i’m asleep.” you grumbled, closing your eyes as you attempted to fall asleep.

“sweet dreams princess.” paul grumbled back, getting back up to do who knows what. you fell asleep pretty quickly, exhausted from the long day.

sometime during the night, you woke up shivering. upset with how cold you were, you got up, turning the lights on as you went to the thermostat which paul apparently took issue with, “what are you doing?” he groaned as he woke up and threw his arm over his eyes.

“it’s freezing in here.” you said softly, attempting to mess around with the thermostat which didn’t work at all. seeing it wasn’t working, you groaned and picked up the phone, calling the front desk and asked them if they could turn up the heat.

they were quick to let you know that it was a system issue and everyone’s heat was broken. “jus’ c’mere.” paul groaned when you hung up the phone, opening his arms for you, clearly wanting to get back to sleep.

“absolutely not.” you deadpanned, more paranoid that if you did cuddle with him it’d make your feelings for him worse than they already were.

“have fun being up all night then.” he grumbled, slapping the light switch back off, quickly going back to sleep. you huffed, determined not to need him at all but quickly realized it was going to be a long night as it was only 1 in the morning and it wasn’t getting warmer anytime soon.

you thought through the pros and cons in your head. you couldn’t deny how much your body and heart wanted him but your brain kept screaming at you not to do anything with him for fear of catching feelings for him. “it’s way too late for that.” you thought to yourself as you realized how quickly you had fallen for the man who imprinted on you, effectively tethering the two of you together for the rest of both of your lives.

“paul?” you murmured after a moment and he hummed, not opening his eyes to look at you.

“cold?” he asked teasingly, a smile quickly covering his face and you mentally cursed yourself for not getting carlisle to turn you into a vampire already so you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“yea.” you whispered and he chuckled softly.

“c’mere.” he murmured, opening his arms which you quickly crawled into, allowing him to pull you close to his chest, “better?” he asked softly after a moment and you nodded.

a few moments of silence went by before you decided to break it, “is it always going to feel like this?” you murmured softly and he opened his eyes to look down at you.

“what do you mean?” he asked, much softer than he usually was with you. you gnawed at your bottom lip as you tried to figure out how to clarify.

“us.” you whispered, “is it always going to hurt?” you asked and he frowned at you, also taking a moment to think of his response.

he took in a deep breath before responding, “if we’re not together then yea. it probably always will.” he explained softly and you nodded, bottom lip warbling as you tried to figure out what to say to that.

“do you think we ever could?” you whispered, peeking up at him nervously, “be together i mean.” you clarified, not sure what to expect from him.

paul sucked in another deep breath, both of you treading very carefully, “we could. but i think you hate me a little too much for that.” he explained softly and you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at him, confused by his response.

“hate you?” you murmured incredulously, “i only hate that you make my heart hurt so much.” you explained softly, “and i hate that you make it hard to be away from you. and i hate that it hurts whenever we’re separated. and i hate that i’m addicted to how it feels when you touch me.” you explained, figuring now was as good a time as any to finally let him know how you felt about him.

paul seemed a bit taken aback by your confession, his eyes softening as he processed what you said to him, “you don’t hate me?” he murmured after a moment and you shook your head.

“i don’t think i could hate you if i tried.” you whispered and he nodded, his grip tightening around you for a moment.

“then yea. we could be together if you wanted.” he explained softly, gently rubbing circles against your shoulder blade with his thumb.

you nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to think of what to say next, “can we try?” you asked softly and he nodded slowly, gently running his free hand up your back and into your hair to run his fingers through it.

he scanned your features, waiting for you to give him a small nod before he pressed his lips to yours for the second time that night, except this time he meant it. you tightened your fists on his shirt, tugging him closer to you which he happily obliged to. paul rolled over so he was ontop of you and settled comfortably between your thighs which you quickly wrapped around him, tugging him down to kiss you again as you slid one of your hands up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck, holding him close to you.

a soft knock at the door pulled you both out of your makeout session, paul pulling apart from you as the two of you caught your breaths, “i’ll get it.” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before getting out of the bed and padding over to the door.

you couldn’t hear too well but it sounded like someone from the hotel was there to drop off some blankets. the conversation was short lived and paul came back over a few moments later, handing you a blanket, “apparently the heat really is out.” he explained as you spread the blanket out on the top covers, paul getting back into the bed with you and quickly pulled you back into his chest.

“we should get some sleep.” you whispered, peeking up at him and he nodded in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you curled further into his chest.

“definitely should.” he reiterated, allowing you to roll over so he was spooning you, only letting out a soft chuckle when you took his arm and pulled it over you so he had you caged in his embrace. it didn’t take long for both of you to drift off, much happier knowing that the two of you settled your feelings for one another.

the next morning you woke up to the sound of paul’s phone ringing. you let out a groan, rolling over so you could bury your face in the crook of paul’s arm as he blindly reached around for his phone, quickly picking up the facetime call from sam.

“hey sam,” paul muttered groggily and you just groaned, not at all interested in being up so early in the morning. you weren’t paying too much attention to what they were saying but did hear paul agreeing to drive back asap, “yea, yea we’ll get going in a minute.” he explained, gently squeezing your side in an attempt to wake you up a bit more.

they quickly said their goodbyes before paul hung up, “you up?” he asked softly, running his hand up and down your side as he waiting for your response.

you hummed, nodding as you sat up, groggily knuckling at your eyes, “they need us to head back soon, apparently something happened.” he explained and you groaned, rolling over so you were straddling paul’s waist, quickly leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips before getting off of him.

paul just chuckled as you headed into the bathroom to change, both of you getting ready quickly before heading downstairs to check-out where the check-in lady was happily waiting for the two of you, “mister and misses lahote!” she beamed as the two of you walked over, “how was everything?” she asked and you looked up at paul who pressed his lips to your forehead for a quick kiss.

“great, thank you.” he said softly, handing her the key so she could finish checking you guys out.

“that’s lovely to hear. well i’m hoping i’ll see you two back here in 9 months with a baby then!” she teased and you blushed, your cheeks quickly heating up to a bright pink at her comment. paul just chuckled and squeezed your side.

“we can hope.” he responded teasingly, smiling at her before you waved your goodbyes and headed back out to the car.

the ride back to forks felt shorter than the way there seeing as paul encouraged you to go back to sleep on the way back, sensing how tired you were through the bond. about 20 minutes before you got back, you woke up, groggily trying to figure out what was going on, “we’re almost back.” paul said softly when he realized you had woken up.

you nodded, blearily knuckling at your eyes, “what are we gonna tell them?” you mumbled as you woke up, now realizing that you’d need to tell the pack and cullens that you two finally decided to try and embrace the imprint instead of rejecting it.

“sam already knows so i’m guessing he told everyone.” paul explained and that was enough to wake you all the rest of the way up.

you looked over at him confused and he just laughed softly, “he saw you on facetime when you rolled over this morning.” he explained and you groaned, slumping back down in the seat.

“well that solves that problem i guess.” you said softly, both of you laughing softly.

when you got back to the cullen’s house, you and paul were quite relentlessly teased about the whole thing for about 5 minutes before sam and carlisle put a stop to it, allowing you and paul to go upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms and catch up on the rest of the sleep that you had missed out on thanks to your long night out.

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noodles-doodles01 · 5 months ago

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Ok I know I’ve been standing on this soapbox for a hot minute now but I keep seeing takes that irk me, like yes opinions are a thing but if you’re deliberately ignoring stuff like stop

Aemond has always been set up to be the way he is presented this season. One of the major recurring themes of this show is how second sons act in the face of their own powerlessness (Otto, Daemon, Aemond and Vaemond).

Aemond grew up a mama’s boy, he constantly comforted his mother and went to her for comfort when the other boys hurt him. Alicent defends Aemond relentlessly when he’s a child (in turn taking it out on Aegon, but still). Furthermore, Aemond is the child that openly talks about Rhaenyra’s kids being bastards, and it’s made clear in S1 that he hears Alicent saying it, which implies he spends more time with her. All that to say the boy is close with his mom as a kid.

All that changed when he loses his eye, Alicent is in major distress and can’t get the justice he deserves, she acts out and is frazzled. He steps in to comfort her saying he got Vhagar, which is worth more than his eye. The dynamic switches then for a lot of characters after this episode, including them. He goes from being her son to being her emotional support. We know this because when Aegon goes missing in ep 9, she goes to Aemond and he knows exactly how to calm her down.

Not to mention it wouldn’t be surprising if Alicent constantly reminded him of his eye and how he deserves better, it would add to his anger toward Luke.

Now onto the major stuff:

In FnB, when Aemond comes back from Storms end and announces he killed Luke, Alicent is horrified and prays to the Mother for mercy. Now, assuming the same reaction was given in this case, Aemond is to some degree annoyed with Alicent. Yes he regrets killing Luke, but Alicent has Aemond removed from the council, and she doesn’t speak to him thus far. I can imagine he feels a bit betrayed by her out of everyone, seeing that she spend years shit talking Rhaenyra and her kids, and dumping all this emotional weight onto him and making him feel like he deserved better. Not to mention Alicent knew of their teasing etc, so imagine you make one mistake which is correlated to this behaviour and your mom essentially shuns you for it?

(I’m not defending him I’m just giving his perspective)

It’s why Aemond tells Cole that she speaks with two tongues: she speaks of playing fair when she usurped the throne with Otto and Viserys’ own council. She berated Rhaenyra behind closed doors but defended her the moment any true harm came her way. She says she does all this to save her children, yet essentially discards them when they don’t follow her idea of what they should be.

It’s what makes the brothel scene so sad, Aemond goes to a woman who we know he does not feel all to comfortable with in S1, knowing she will tell him what he wants to hear bc it’s her job. And he airs out all his feelings to her about Daemon, Luke, and hints of his childhood. You know, stuff you’d open up to your mom about.

That act of going to the brothel and being vulnerable is to tell us that he has distanced himself from Alicent, seeking her comfort elsewhere. So to keep track: Viserys and Alicent are both not in the forefront of Aemond’s mind as family atm.

Now ofc when we’re talking about terrible family members, we have to talk about Aegon.

Aegon has hurt anyone that gets near him and he’s depicted to be cruel since s1. He leads the bullying against Aemond and constantly sexually assaults the maids. With Aemond specifically, it’s clear that their relationship is very hit or miss. Either they’re quiet and civil or Aegon is dragging Aemond through the dirt. And I feel like that dynamic is implied (and I personally believe it stems from Alicent clearly favouring Aemond over Aegon and it’s just resentment).

We first are introduced to this when Larys makes up the lie about how the townspeople are talking about Aegon being tricked by his council to head to battle such that Alicent and Aemond can rule in his stead, when you look at Aegons expression, he looks so devastated, and he shakes his head refusing to believe it. However, he ultimately chooses to stay, meaning that some part of him truly does believe they would do such a thing to him.

It is followed by Aegons friends mentioning getting one of the new squires drunk, and Aegon again seems to be hesitant l, but ultimately agrees. Aegon gets very drunk as he does, and when he finds Aemond with thé madame he tears him to shreds. It’s to a point where even Aegon’s friends are very uncomfortable. It’s absolutely humiliating and ruins Aemond’s place of peace.

And we see with that flicker in his eye that he is done. He has done everything he needed to prove himself and it isn’t enough, he isn’t respected by Aegon, isn’t comforted by his mother, unloved by his father and honestly just seen as a tool by his grandfather. It’s finally made clear that playing the role of the helpful second son to his family is no longer an option.

He has to make a name for himself by himself.

(Ofc my opinion may change depending on how the plot moves forward, but if they go the route I think they are, then I stand by this)

#hotd spoilers #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd season 2 #hotd #aegon ii targaryen #aemond one eye #alicent hightower #hotd 2x03 #got #game of thrones #fire and blood #asoiaf

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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When Fire Meets Fate

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

A little short but hopefully good. Not very fond of this.

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"I hardly understand why you refuse to cooperate with Father, (Y/N)," Alicent muttered quietly, pouring herself a cup of tea. Lifting her head, she eyed her brother with a frown, fingers slipping under the saucer to scoop it up from its spot on the table. Softly blowing, she watched the steam rise. "Everything he does is-"

"For himself." (Y/N) interrupted, running his fingers over flower designs on his mother's old jewelry box. Carefully prying it open, his eyes looked over the gemstone necklaces he'd seen his mother wear so many times. He picked one of her finer necklaces, cradling it in his palm before approaching his sister. Alicent set her cup down with a clink and raised her hands toward her hair, lifting her braids as (Y/N) moved to stand behind her.

"Mother would hate to see how much you resent Father," Alicent murmured, releasing her hair once the necklace was secured around her neck, one hand falling to touch the gemstones.

"Father and I have never seen eye to eye, Alicent."

"But it's worsened, has it not? When's the last time you've had a civil conversation with him?" Alicent spun around to face him, hair swinging over her shoulder and brows knitting together. The sight of her worried doe eyes tugged at his heartstrings and (Y/N) sighed. Looking down as Alicent took his hands into her own and ran her thumb over his knuckles. "All this fighting and resentment... It'll do you no good, (Y/N). He's our father and he loves us."

"He loves you. And even then, he doesn't truly care about what you think, just what you can do for him. One day, you're gonna reflect on these days and you'll wish you had listened to me." (Y/N) met her eyes again. Big and brown like their mothers'. Even with stoic faces, their eyes betrayed them, showing an ocean of emotions.

"You're hurting and lashing out, (Y/N)." Alicent straightened her shoulders, pink-colored lips pulling into a line. "Perhaps a prayer-"

"I will not argue with you about this again, Alicent." He muttered and slipped his hands out of her tender hold, stepping away from her and walking toward the doors.

"Where are you going?" She called out after him.

"On a walk." (Y/N) replied, pushing one of the doors open and stepping out into the hallway. Maids and guards bowed their heads as he walked past them, mumbled greetings falling from their lips. If only the other lords and ladies gave him the same ounce of respect. Sure, they greeted him similarly, only to whisper about his family as soon as his back turned to them. Not even kings and queens were safe from the rumors spread about in court. Sweet smiles turned venomous when one wasn't looking.

Stepping onto a balcony overlooking one of the many courtyards, (Y/N) peered down at the knights below, waiting and praying to be picked for the Kingsguard. (Y/N) ran his hand along the railing, feeling the bumpy stone against his soft skin. Unlike many of his brothers, knighthood hadn't called out to him. Sure, he knew how it felt to hold a sword and swing it, but the desire to strike someone had never sprung out at him. And besides, the Hightowers had people for that. So, the skin of his hands remained without a scratch.

"Enjoying the weather, Lord (Y/N)? It's a lovely day."

Dropping his arm to his side, he bowed his head. "Princess Rhaenys." He greeted, lifting his eyes to look at the older woman. She studied him, seemingly debating whether he'd be worth talking to or not.

"Tell me, Lord (Y/N)... How is it being the son of Otto Hightower?" Rhaenys asked as she rose from her seat, her long dark blue dress sliding across the floor as she moved.

"Lovely." (Y/N) answered dully, clasping his hands behind his back. Rhaenys hummed and smirked, stepping toward the railing and resting her arms on it, eyes traveling over the crowd of knights before they landed on Rhaenyra. The new heir stood beside Ser Harrold and looked rather bored with the task at hand. Rhaenys watched the princess closely, fingers drumming against her arm. She'd been denied the crown all those years ago because of her gender, only to watch her cousin name his daughter heir. (Y/N) knew the feeling of being so easily dismissed all too well.

"I hear you've made a name for yourself," Rhaenys spoke up once more, glancing in his direction. "The Boy Who Never Smiles... Quite the title at the mere age of five and ten." He remained silent, watching the knights as they were called up by Ser Harrold and waved off by Princess Rhaenyra.

Noticing his lack of response, Rhaenys switched topics. "I assume you are engaged?"

"I am not, Princess."

"A boy of your status without a betrothed? Your father must have something planned. Perhaps an engagement that will finally get his blood on the throne." (Y/N) grimaced at her words despite the amusement behind them. He could imagine his dear sister talking to King Viserys late at night, saying the right words and doing the right things to get him interested. And there was nothing he could do, not when their own father encouraged it.

"I hear your sister and Princess Rhaenyra are close. Could the same be said for you?" Rhaenys asked as she pushed herself up, gaze lingering on the knights before she looked at him, head tilted and brow raised. (Y/N) looked toward Rhaenyra, watching her speak with one of the knights before shaking his head.

"We're not close." He answered, turning back to Rhaenys. "The most we've spoken about is the weather."

While appearing unsatisfied with his answer, Rhaenys nodded and returned to her previous spot on the bench, lifting her cup toward a maid. She watched her cup fill before stopping the maid, motioning to the wine with a nod from her head but (Y/N) rejected her silent offer.

Clearing his throat, (Y/N) moved his arms out from behind his back and toyed with the ring on his finger. "If I may be so bold, Princess..." Trailing off, he waited for her to nod before continuing. "If you had been chosen as heir back during King Jaehaerys reign, it would've saved both the Targaryens' and Hightowers' much trouble."

"You blame the throne for the death of your mother." Rhaenys mused softly.

"I blame my father. I understand being the Hand has been his job for many years but I believe you would've chosen someone else and thus we might've returned to Oldtown. Back home, she would've been a priority, not a second thought." (Y/N) explained. Rhaenys set her cup down on the table beside her. Pressing her lips together, she looked up at him and extended her hand toward him. (Y/N) hesitantly reached out, pressing his palm against hers. She ran her thumb over the back of his hand, something she most likely did to comfort her own children.

"I offer my condolences, Lord (Y/N). Losing a mother is never easy." She spoke quietly, almost warmly. "And your support is appreciated, child."

"Thank you, Princess. I'll be taking my leave." (Y/N) retracted his hand and bowed his head, resuming his walk and continuing down the hall. He turned the corner, fingers ghosting over the spot Rhaenys had provided comfort. He felt tears prick at the back of his eyes. (Y/N) hadn't realized how much he missed the comfort of a mother. Inhaling, (Y/N) blinked away the tears. Weeping didn't bring back the dead.

Heading down the stairs, he halted upon noticing the princess waiting at the bottom of the staircase. She offered him a smile and (Y/N) sighed, resuming his trek down the steps and walking past her, hoping she'd been waiting for someone else. But instead, she fell into step with him.

"Have a nice chat with Princess Rhaenys?" Rhaenyra questioned with a grin. Had Targaryen's always been so nosy? (Y/N) exhaled through his nose and glanced at the girl beside him. When he didn't respond, Rhaenyra quickened her pace and stood in his path, a cheeky smile appearing on her face despite his annoyance.

"Why don't you ask her?" (Y/N) breathed.

"Because I asked you, Lord (Y/N)." Rhaenyra shrugged her shoulders, a soft giggle slipping out. The happiest he'd seen her since the passing of Queen Aemma. A façade for her grief, maybe. But (Y/N) wasn't in the position to question a princess, much less one that had been made heir to the throne.

"It was a lovely chat, Princess." (Y/N) answered. "How was picking a new knight for the Kingsguard?"

"You were watching?" Rhaenyra tilted her head, long hair swaying to one side. "I chose Ser Criston Cole; the knight from the tourney who bested my uncle. Can you believe he was the only knight with battle experience?"

"A good choice then, Princess." (Y/N) praised and the corners of her lips twitched upward. "You and your father deserve to be protected by the best and that certainly shouldn't be some fool who weeps over losing a game."

"My thoughts exactly."

"If that is all-"

"No, it's not." Rhaenyra shook her head and took a step closer to him, hands folding infront of her. (Y/N) resisted the urge to sigh and instead motioned for her to continue with a nod. Rhaenyra looked down at her hands, running a finger over the rings adorning them. Licking her lips, she looked back at him.

"Have I done something to offend, Lord (Y/N)? I've noticed that you and I rarely speak, even when Alicent is with us. We've known each other for years, and yet... You are a stranger to me." Rhaenyra pursed her lips.

"When you have as many siblings as us, rare is the time we get something fully to ourselves. I wouldn't wish to change the dynamic between you and Alicent by inserting myself. She cares for you, Princess. I hope the love you have for each other will help with any obstacles you face in the future." (Y/N) explained and stepped around her, arm brushing against hers as he walked past her.

"Good day, Princess."

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When their father had told them he wished for their presence in the room where only the council were allowed, a pit had formed in (Y/N)s' stomach. He'd spent the night soothing Alicent as she paced in his room, voicing her anxieties and worries regarding Otto visiting Dragonstone to confront Prince Daemon. He'd returned in one piece, sadly enough, but the relief on Alicents face had been enough to keep (Y/N)s' thoughts to himself. He'd wished for nothing more than to hear about their fathers' demise before his plans could escalate further, but as he stood beside his twin, he knew his prayers had been ignored. They wouldn't have been called in if King Viserys didn't plan on marrying his sister.

His eyes remained trained forward, even as the other lords entered the room and took their seats. Rhaenyra stood by the refreshments table, glancing at the twins every so often in mild confusion but neither of them met her gaze, either out of guilt or anger. King Viserys turned away from the window and approached the table, looking at each lord.

"I have decided to take a new wife." He announced, meeting Lord Corlys expectant gaze briefly before looking toward his daughter. (Y/N)s' fingers dug into his skin as a wave of hot washed over him. Rhaenyra noticed his tense figure from across the room and frowned, brows furrowing slightly. Her eyes slid over to Alicent, and then her father. The wrinkles between her brows smoothened and her eyes slightly widened in realization, head turning toward her childhood friend.

"I intend to marry..." Trailing off, King Viserys looked toward Alicent. "The Lady Alicent Hightower before spring's end." Silence fell over the room as each lord absorbed the information. (Y/N) looked at his father and clenched his jaw. His father didn't bother hiding his smugness and triumph. (Y/N)s' feet began moving on their own, leading him toward the doors. The lords turned in their chairs to watch him, the wood creaking beneath their weight. Shoving the door open, he spared a glance toward the guard he'd nearly hit, the metal clattering against the wall as the guard stumbled backwards. (Y/N) blindly walked in one direction, thoughts running wild. He didn't even notice when he reached his room, only taking note of it when the guard stationed outside his room opened the doors for him.

"I don't wish to speak with anyone, tell them as much if they come." (Y/N) ordered, getting a weak nod in return before the door closed. Taking in a shakey breath, (Y/N) leaned his forehead against the door, knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the doorknob. He pressed his lips together as anger gave way to exhaustion, his shoulders slumping and a sigh escaping his lips.

Each of his brothers had given up their lives to please their father; many becoming knights to earn his praise. But of course, nothing could ever be enough for Otto. He asked for more, desired more, demanded more. And like fools, his siblings obeyed. They hoped to make their father proud, to earn his praise and love. His mother gave him son after son until her frail body could no longer bear children and Otto repaid her by being away the night of her death, leaving her surrounded by a few of her children while she cried for him. He could sometimes hear her soft, exhausted voice at night echoing in his head. Desperate and neglected. Her image flashed in his head whenever he closed his eyes; pale skin, dry lips, darkened eyes, the outline of her bones faintly showing. No longer a beautiful woman. Just a memory.

Pushing himself away from the door, he staggered further into his room and fell back on the bed, burying his face in his hands. It'd only be a matter of time before he'd be pushed into some ridiculous plan such as a miserable marriage for an alliance or more power. He groaned at the prospect, running his hands over his face. As a man, he had more freedom, more time to do as he pleased. While the chain around his neck was longer than his sisters', it was still a chain nonetheless. And only few things would coax his father into setting him free.

Tilting his head, he looked at the painting mountain above his desk. A painting of his mother whilst she'd been pregnant with him and Alicent. Her soft skin had grown wrinkled from age, but she still looked younger than her age. Even in the painting, one could tell how tired she'd been. Her smile felt forced and her eyes looked distant. The painter had perfectly captured the subject. A sad, shell of a woman.

"Lord (Y/N)," The guard entered his room and (Y/N) grunted, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Before he could remind him of the order he'd given, Rhaenyra stepped inside, dismissing the guard with a wave of her hand. Her gaze lingered on the closed door, nails gently scraping against her wrist.

"Did you know?" She asked softly, turning her head in his direction, eyes slowly turning glossy.

"Princess-"

"Did you know?" Rhaenyra repeated harshly, lip curling as her eyes narrowed into an accusatory glare. (Y/N) watched at her silently, fingers pressing into the dark covers of his bed, his mothers' painting staring holes into the side of his head. Only cowards lie to the innocent, he remembered her words clear as day. One of her many lessons. She wanted good men for sons. His shoulders rose slightly as he inhaled and lowered when he exhaled. He rose from the bed and nodded, walking toward the table where wine awaited him.

"I knew Alicent had been... visiting your father."

"Visiting? Since when?" Rhaenyras' expression shifted into one of bewilderment. "How long did it take for your family to latch onto my grieving father?"

(Y/N) glared at her. "My father, you mean. This is the last thing I wished for." He poured himself a cup, setting the bottle down harder than he intended and making the contents on the table shake. "I'm sure it hadn't even been an hour before he began plotting and Alicent foolishly did what he asked of her. My sister isn't entirely innocent in this, I know that, but the choice was ultimately your father's."

"I know that." Rhaenyra spat, the tears finally flowing from her eyes. "Is that what you insinuated the other day? That my best friend marrying my father would be an obstacle you hoped we'd overcome? It hasn't even been a year since my mother died and vultures have already claimed her spot!" Rhaenyra cried out, wiping her tears away. (Y/N) drank from his cup and looked back at the distraught princess, her soft sobbing filling the quiet space. Tightening his grip around the cup, he debated comforting her. Sighing softly, he set his cup down and approached her, reaching out. The tips of his fingers touched her forearm and Rhaenyra stiffened, looking down at his hand. For a moment, (Y/N) thought she'd move out of reach, but instead, she stepped forward, hesitating before she wrapped her arms around his waist, cheek pressing against his chest.

"It was supposed to be Lady Laena, not Alicent... Not my only friend here..." Rhaenyra whispered, shoulders trembling with each shaky breath and sob. (Y/N) wrapped an arm around her shoulders and used his free hand to gently stroke her hair as he'd done many times with Alicent, running his fingers through her soft hair until her sobs subsided. Rhaenyra tightened her grip around him, another tear sliding down her cheek. "I have no one." She sniffled.

"You're a princess. Many would kill for your friendship."

"Only because they want something from me." Rhaenyra frowned, leaning back to look up at him, lips parting as (Y/N) gently brushed his thumb against her wet cheek, drying it.

"I'm sure you'll choose well."

"I choose you." Rhaenyra released him and swallowed, stepping back and regaining her posture.

"Princess, it will only do you more harm-"

"Be it by order or by choice, you and I are gonna be friends, Lord (Y/N). You can understand me better than anyone. Our fathers have both let us down today... Alicent has as well. You know exactly how it feels to lose a mother. I do not wish to be alone here, and I know you feel the same. When everyone else fails us, we will have each other. When I ascend the throne as Queen Rhaenyra, I'll want you by my side as an ally and friend. I've only ever heard the truth from you. I know you are capable of showing kindness and empathy. So, please accept my offer of friendship... Because we both need someone to lean on during times like these."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #house of the dragon x y/n #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon x male reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x male!reader #hotd x reader #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #Rhaenyra Targaryen x male reader #princess rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #x hightower!reader

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nicksolemnlyswears · 5 months ago

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HOTD S2 EP2 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

I need to start this by the very strange scene at the brothel. It took me so much by surprise I had to pause it. Like we all know these boys have mommy issues but I always thought it was more Aegon than Aemond. Like wow. I was left like this

It was the intimate position, his hair was down, the lack of clothes. He was completely vulnerable. Aemond wanted to be coddled and to be told reassuring words.

I didn’t understand well the part where she tries to kiss him and he says “not here” like sure man. you’re just naked and telling the keeps secret but go off [ngl i was waiting for her to pop a boob out and breast feed him]

that woman is a dangerous woman. she had scheming eyes. we’ll see where that goes.

Following up with the mommy issues I am so disappointed in Alicent. Aegon is clearly not her favorite child I do not know how she can bear seeing him weep as he seeks her out and she just nopes out. WTF. No wonder your other son is seeking refuge elsewhere. Also forcing Haelena to do the funeral proceeding. What sort of mother are you? The Greens think they’re so high and mighty but they barely resemble a family. They are not a united front.

The funeral proceedings almost had me in tears. I didn’t think they’d show the poor child with its head sewn back together. I thought he’d be covered. Now more so than ever I curse Alicent. You are forcing your daughter who had to witness his death relieve this scene. You forced her to watch her son be paraded around the city.

Daemon fucked up and it’s because of him that a child is dead and yet I can’t bring myself to hate the Blacks. The Greens are terrible people.

Aegon is falling apart and mourning and he has no one to come to. He doesn’t know how to control his emotions and I can’t blame him for it when his mother and grandfather only use him as a puppet and not a real human being. I pity the Hightower children.

That being said WTF was that? Making Ser Criston Cole the hand to the king? Disgusting. He was projecting so hard during this episode. Bitching about Arryks dirty cloak and blaming him for Jaeherys death.

BITCH IT WAS YOUR FAULT FOR GETTING YOUR COCK WET. FUCKING CRISTON COLE I CANT FUCKING STAND HIM. I CANT EVEN SAY IM HAPPY ALICENT SLAPPED HIM CAUSE HE PROBABLY ENJOYED IT.

I’ve got more to say regarding the Greens but my blood pressure is going up. Let me recap I hate them and I pity them all at the same time because the three children are only products of Alicent and Otto’s parenting (Viserys up to some point to)

Oh and let’s not forget Otto’s kind words for Viserys. He probably just misses how easy he was to control.

MOVING ONTO THE BLACKS

Baby Jace and Baela I love that little moment and yet I fear it because she’s out there on cute little Moondancer and it sounds like trouble.

Love the Ser Harwin talk. They acknowledge it and they accept it. Talk about being progressive.

But also so sad that Baela feels that way towards Daemon. I had high hopes for their relationship considering that deleted scene in season 1.

RHAENYS HAVING RHAENYRAS BACK TALK ABOUT FEMINISM. HELL YEAH! I fully want Rhaenys to be Rhaenyras ride or die!!

Daemon fucked up, yes. Will we ever know what he told Blood and Cheese? No. Still I can’t blame Rhaenyra for doubting him. He’s a sketchy man who puts on his little cloak to commit war crimes.

Don’t get me wrong I’m a Daemon stan but if he didn’t act so sketchy maybe we would trust him more.

He’s a dramatic guy he’s out commuting yet another big declaration of love for Rhaenyra. Like “look i’ve got harrenhal for you” I think idk we’ll see next episode.

Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk how fucking tragic. and whose fault is it? FUCKING CRISTON COLE PIECE OF SHIT

breathe nikki breathe

a part of me thinks he killed himself because he knew they would live in doubt if he’s really sir erryk. but in reality they believed they share a soul so that was probably why. he killed his other fucking half. they might be divided by believes but they still love each other.

ELINDA IS A REAL HANDMAID. SHE FOLLOWED INSTRUCTIONS AND LOOKED FOR A GUARD. Haelenas maid could never.

I have so many more thoughts so if anyone wants to talk please feel free to hit me up. I’ll probably rewatch the episode tomorrow again to process

#hotd spoilers #hotd #hotd season 2 #house of the dragon #house of the dragon season 2

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theredqueenandthebloodwyrm · 5 months ago

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Oh hohoho, episode two of season 2 was certainly something!

Love the soundtrack so much, it always elevates the scene.

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW for HOTD S2 EP2 (House of the Dragon, Season Two, Episode 2)

The music choice for the opening scene? Perfect! 10/10! Made me feel emotions! The servants (and possibly other nobles?) being led out by the guards, the chaotic nature of it all, the impending violence! Ser Criston Cole seemingly trying to do something? Just trying to look busy?

Aegon’s raging was wonderful acting! (Personally I was a fan of the model of Old Valyria so bit sad to see it get wrecked but wowww the actor nailed that rage). Aemond being ominous per usual.

See I thought in the episode prior when Helaena called Jaehaerys “the boy” it was either a weird quirk in the script or a deliberate attempt character-wise for her to try and cope by not saying his name directly? But it feels weird having Otto and Alicent both say “The Child” when referring to Jaehaerys? Not even “My granddaughter” from Alicent? Or “Prince Jaehaerys” from Otto.

I do like the acting for Alicent, her breakdown and sobbing, that guilt and how she blames herself for what happened.

“You’re already seen as weak, Aegon.” That line from Otto is pure gold. Hate Otto Hightower but he is damn good at his political maneuvering, using Prince Jaehaerys death to garner sympathy and paint Rhaenyra as this cruel monster akin to Maegor. Sidenote: at least Otto mentions Jaehaerys was his grandson (technically great-grandson).

The dresses! The embroidery! Costume department is doing greattt! Love the horses being decked out in green and gold.

I do like how you can see Helaena’s face and eyes flit back and forth as she thinks and realizes what Alicent is saying when she comes into her room and says they’re riding behind Jaehaerys in the funeral. And how Helaena very much doesn’t want to do it and says so, yet even her own mother ignores her wishes. (Just like how Aegon ignores Helaena’s on the episode prior, interrupting Jaehaerys from his lessons). I also love that Helaena gets more lines, and how she cuts off Alicent attempting to talk about how she walked in on her and Criston together. It’s very much “fucking hell, mother, I don’t care about your sex life, my son is death and you want to parade me and my dead son through the streets.”

Holy shit they actually showed Jaehaerys’s body/head during the funeral procession. I finally understand the still of Helaena during the funeral that kept being used before s2 came out, the black wisps on her face are from the black veil she’s wearing. I’d panic and freak out too if I was Helaena, my wagon gets stuck and suddenly a bunch of people swarm you and are reaching out trying to grab you, it’s already so much traumatic stuff happening coupled with the constant loud calling of your name, it’s overwhelming.

Rhaenyra’s sparkling red dress is so pretty. I love it. Daemon being a smug little shit, love that for him. Jacaerys being a responsible Prince and heir to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra chewing Daemon out was such a well written piece of dialogue. But like What do you mean you’ve never trusted him wholly Rhaenyra?? Either she’s bluffing or the writer’s were on something because she was all for Daemon and trusting him. They got married because she wanted him (and his support but mostly because she wanted him). I suppose this is how they’re starting to drive the wedge between Rhaenyra and Daemon so when he goes to Harrenhal and spends time looking for Aemond (according to what I’ve heard/the wiki). I did think it was odd for Daemon to not just outright say he wanted Jaehaerys dead / accepted Jaehaerys as an alternative option for Aemond’s head instead he denied it. I feel like he’d probably be more likely to embrace that he did, and expect approval from Rhaenyra THEN she would be all “you’re pathetic, I never asked nor wanted Jaehaerys dead”.

Baela! Baela! Can’t wait to see her on Moondancer! Jace & Baela scenes!

Caraxes is back! Caraxes is back! My Blood Wrym is backkkk! Looking great as ever!

Awww little Aegon and little Viserys! Rhaenyra’s baby boys are so cute. And yeah I noticed the juxtaposition between them cleaning up Jaehaerys bloody bed then switching to Rhaenyra’s own blonde-haired toddlers. Criston Cole is such a petty projecting bitch man, getting on the case of another knight of the Kingsguard whose cloak had gotten physically muddy while Ser Criston has dirtied his white cloak in another way (failing to protect the royal family, sleeping with Alicent, etc). “Will you so easily sully our ancient honor?” Nah but you sure will Criston. THIS MAN! THE AUDACITY TO ASK what’s his name of the Kingsguard where he was when Prince Jaehaerys was murdered. Hah you fucking tell him whichever twin you are, where were you Lord Commander?

YEAH WHY THE FUCK HASNT THE QUEEN (QUEEN HELAENA) BEEN GIVEN A SWORN PROTECTOR? YOU ARE INFACT MAD, SER CRISTON COLE! seven hells, this man is so fucking annoying, he’s literally pissing me off with his whining bullshit, blaming everyone else except himself. Ah, his name is Ser Arryk.

Baela with her crossbow! Jacaerys going to check on her because she missed supper! Jacaerys reminiscing about Laenor spending time with him, and Baela asking of Ser Harwin Strong! Ohhhh I love Jacaerys and Baela. “I miss Luke.” That line from Jacaerys. Ohhhh someone help me, I can’t deal with this tragedy.

The Brothel scene with Aemond made me uncomfortable yet I can’t articulate why? It’s this weirdly vulnerable scene, he’s curled up in this fetal position, looking almost scrawny and small? Yet even then while he claims to be sorry for Luke’s death, he still downplays his own actions never taking full responsibility (at that point just embrace the evil shit you’re doing).

Ohhh so we’re meeting Ser Hugh this time, nice. Love Addam and Alyn so far! Great brotherly relationship. I feel like Addam and Alyn’s personalities ought to be switched? Not sure, we’ll see, I love them both so far anyways.

Love Corlys and Rhaenys’ relationship lol. Otto’s rage at Aegon’s rash decisions and stupidity is absolutely lovely and hilarious. Great acting from everyone. Aegon’s dismissive nature, not caring how many innocent men he hangs if there was a chance he got the guilty man alongside it and Criston Cole being the new lapdog of the King. Otto trying desperately to play politics while Aegon fucks shit up.

Oo we got to see more of Elinda, one of Rhaenyra’s ladies-in-waiting/handmaiden. The fight between Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk was tense, wonderful, good use of the environment. Ser Lorent Marbrand, Oo he’s from the Westerlands (House Marbrand is in the Westerlands).

Ohhhh they mentioned Daeron! Can’t wait to see Tessarion. Oh greattt (sarcasm) Alicent and Criston are having sex again, can’t wait to see Criston further project his own insecurities and emotions onto other people.

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daemonwritesstuff · 3 months ago

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HOTD MATCHUP TRADE WITH @coffeebooksrain18

You have been matched with...

Daemon Targaryen!

RUNNER-UPS: Addam Velaryon, Ser Gwayne Hightower & Aemond Targaryen

As you can tell… I have matched you up with Daemon Targaryen! The infamous Rouge Prince. When I was reading though your information I felt like he would be a good match for you!

You guys give off opposite attract vibes (in a very good way ofc !). He could relate to you for your temper you have, he doesn’t visibly show his temper when he’s upset but he shows it through his actions (aka by murdering people) but I think you would be able to help him calm down, your touch soothes him and it gives him the reassurance he needs.

He’s very charmed of the fearless side you show, he admires that you aren’t afraid to die (not in a suicidal way) It’s what attracted him to you in the very first place when you guys met. He respects you so much in the beginning but later on his platonic feelings towards you turns into something more serious than he’s ever experienced in a long time.

Since Autism wasn’t a thing during this era we’ll just pretend it is. He respects your condition and boundaries when you first told him, he wanted to show you how much he does love you and it is the first thing he does to earn your love. If you needed any of your comfort items or food, he’ll be right there with them or he’ll send the servants to bring them for you.

He usually watches you read books when you guys are sharing a bed together each night (this starts when you guys start dating after a little while) and he silently reads through each page you read while he rests his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist and stomach. He always buys you books since they remind him of you so much.

He was very amused when he first found out about how possessive you are of him, whenever there are other ladies around fawning over him your there to pull him away from the crowd and he can tell how jealous you are. He always reminds you that he is yours and you are his and nothing wi ever change that.

SHIP TROUPES

Fire (Daemon) x Water (You)

Is always ready to fight (daemon) x is already ready to calm them down (you)

Loves gifts (you) x Needs psychical touch (daemon)

SHIP SONGS

You get me so high by The Neighborhood

I was never there by The Weekend ft. Gesaffelstein

You are in... House Targaryen!

You are the second daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Targaryen! You would be the most beloved daughter to them and to your subjects as well, you we're most likely treated with more attention than Rhaenyra was. You bring the light to this house and make everything more warmer and cozy.

DRAGON

Instead of Helaena having this dragon, you were the one that got the most enchanting dragon, Dreamfyre! The story of how you got this dragon is so sweet to me... Dreamfyre sensed your emotions and so many other things about you, you were so calming and understanding with her and you got her as a dragon, she loves being around you so much :)

RELATIONSHIPS

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN --- She is your oldest sister! even though you guys are sisters you two never got along, you seemed like you were always the favorite child and that you were more worthy than she was... The tension has straightened out a bit but its still awkward to this day foward.

ALICENT HIGHTOWER --- She is one of your best, best friends! you guys were always close with each other and always seemed to understand each other in some way. You guys always have lunches together and read together, she wasn't to fond when she heard that you were dating that Rouge Prince but that never stopped her from caring and loving you

AEMOND TARGARYEN --- He looks up to you so much! with what he went though as a kid and even up until now it was always a nightmare for him but you always made everything better and made him feel better. He also had (and still has) a crush on you but ever since you were taken away from his uncle he couldn't really talk or look at you much.

RHAENA TARGARYEN --- She is the second daughter of your beloved, Daemon Targaryen. When he first started dating you and he told her and baela, she felt really thrilled to have a mother-like figure in her life again while Baela felt like he wouldn't be with you for long and he was making the wrong decision. But Rhaena is almost always with you and your presence is just so peaceful for her.

HELAENA TARGARYEN --- She is another bestfriend of yours! you guys are similar yet so different to each other in many ways... She felt like she was never seen or heard with her family and you were the only one that was there for her... she's also always around you when you visit :)

#[❁] albert / jaxrel posts !#matchups #matchup #matchup exchange #matchup exchanges #house of the dragon matchup #house of the dragon matchups #house of the dragon #hotd matchup #hotd matchups #hotd #daemon targaryen #house targaryen

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saintundying · 2 months ago

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I’m sorry for jumping into your inbox with this but I feel like I’m about to start climbing the walls rewatching season 2.

I’m trying to stop myself from getting too much hope up for 70’s Devil’s minion. But like…. if it wasn’t a thing, they are soo toying with us (which hey, they might be 😂).

The “digging around in Daniel’s head” scene in 2x2 drives me insane. Daniel proposing to his wife in 1985, okay, let’s say there’s no earlier Devil’s minion, this is about how different a trajectory his life took in this version of the story compared to 1985 in the books.

But- BUT with the knowledge from the books this scene becomes insane!! Daniel, proposing to his wife, in 1985 and being turned down. Daniel proposing the same year he was turned in the books but isn’t turned in the show?! The camera lingers a moment on Armand while Louis asks about how Alice responded to Daniel’s proposal? THEN!!! then Daniel starts flashing to memories Armand fucking erased from his head!!!! (The proposal being turned down also helps drive me crazy, because of it was just about the different trajectory of his life, why doesn’t she say yes? Why is it instead a rejection that matches with how Daniel isn’t a vampire yet?)

1985 -> Daniel being turned down -> camera lingers on Armand -> memories of Armand, erased by Armand.

How is anyone meant to still have any sanity left after that??

Then they keep rubbing it in with stuff like cutting to Armand making a face after Daniel says “Yah” in 2x4. And I’m not even a hardcore Armand is Alice believer 😭😭, but I’m still standing here with my bloody conspiracy wall covered in red threads. I know there are other explanations (for example, Armand is just about to start an amazing face journey listening to Louis wax about his emotional-support-hallucination-ex-husband, so maybe he’s just not super keen about that) but there’s so much of it that if it’s not meant to mean something… someone in that writers room is doing an evil snicker.

omg never a bother - i love talking theories and devil's minion! i have no sanity left with them

GODD the way this show conflates the Dark Gift with marriage and how lestat turned louis on the alter and daniel proposing armand turn him so they'll be together and equals.......but yea lol, alice is clearly meant to stand out as odd. you are so right that placing that memory in 1985 is weird. they'd be well aware tvc fans would notice that. there's...a lot of weird questions that surround daniel, and by extension, armand. i am fascinated with why armand needed to hurt daniel with alice. he's the one who brings her up and he lets louis hurt him with her memory just enough to unsettle him before soothing his pain. that's armand's thing - i am the hand and the balm (i was literally bothering oldbutchdaniel today about armand/amadeo/daniel and how their dynamic is just reynold/alma and control and care ughh armand you need to settle down!!!) anyway, yea past devil's minion happened to me, but alice is a very real person (i think daniel left armand for her or some mix of that). 70s dm is the only logical reasoning for the show to establish armand would never turn someone only to turn someone a day lateri. armand loves daniel and cant bear him leaving/dying. the end!

also tbh i think the timeline for past dm makes way more sense than i think people believe but you have to subscribe to loumandaniel+dubai is loumand trinity gate era in order to see the vision lol

#omg rewatching the alice scene and eric's “uhm” is the saddest little noise. like that moment really fucking hit daniel #no wonder armand went oops shut it down actually #also i rag on lbf for funnies but he's a realllyy good daniel molloy and it would be shame not to use him #ask #devil's minion

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mowbrayvongothe · 3 months ago

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Live blogging tmp late because I’m a freak and because I was busy listening to Sherlock and co!

The Magnus Protocol Episode 28 - Interruptions Below <9

Oh my god Oh my god the minister Oh my god Disgusting.

JESUS. WHY

For a minister. He sounds like Trevor

Oh very touchy

Yeah Trevor doesn’t like how this place works.

Trevor is very professional

Trevor my worstie you do not know what you’re doing

Oh Alice you poor thing

Murder?

He’s very grizzly(?)

The hunt does run deep

Gwen my lovely you are so nosey and so sweet

I saw something with sam and ritual and compelled

What’s going ON after this

Alice ilysm

ATYYY??

PAN CELIA WOOP

Oh so they know something is a bit mysterious

Alice and Teddy are the greatest friends

Oh this is a lot of pre case.

Wonder what’s going on

Oh so whatever JMJ is recording on it doesn’t record on non OIAR equipment including the staff’s phones. Collin was right that something is listening in but it’s only for them

I mean it’s not recording on Trevor’s phone

Jeremy’s grand daughter. Have we heard his name

Oh she snitching

Love you Gwen

She NEEDS that position

Oh so ‘JMJ’ sent her this.

Oh yep he’s a hunter to the core.

Oh this is full of conversation. Nice. I’m assuming there is no post case then.

Oh I guess Sam lost the bet

Breaths.

JESUS FUCK

THAT WAS SUDDEN

“Bloody brilliant-TheFirstTimeIveEverHeardOfTheMagnusInstitute-“

OH SO SAMS THE BLOODY CASE.

Wait sam. Samama quick question uh why are bones in the content warning

Sam

SAM.

Oh damn he really be compelled

Hm Gilbert mention

This mf bit a kid????

Oh my god SAM.

Oh they were trying to create negative emotions in sam. Huh

I guess they wanted fear? They didn’t particularly enjoy the negative emotions

Spiral? Dark

Dr F Welling.

Nice

Afraid nice sam

Oh testing on a student?

Stone and Metal, sickly yellow light. Alchemy mention

SAM WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU MEAN YOU ‘SPOKE’ SAMAMA KHALID DO YOU NOT HAVE A FLIGHT OR FIGHT RISK. SOMEONE WAS ONNA TABLE???

Huh the light went into the old man’s body

Oh OHAHOHUOHHHHHHH

NOW JS EE WHATS WITH THR BONES

The bones pushed out??

Hm this is similar to the creature inside the head of the man.

Well the body trying to escape has no fucking correlation. Someone will find a connection and I will look like a fool

Someone get this poor man out the rain it’s like what 1-5am get him out he’s not made for it

Oh and the fucking tape recorder suffers great

So. I’m not doing ok after that and neither is sam.

Final thoughts: Trevor has definitely 0 interest in this job. He knows little about the externals and who they are mainly he didn’t know who inksoul was. This can be because of his lack of knowledge of vampires like his TMA self who then when down the path of The Hunt. However he does act the same as TMA Herbert I give him that. However god knows if he actually knows.

Celia is being mysterious and well nothing is new there. Sam and Celia talk a bit more and that’s nice for them.

Gwen is planning something I feel it everyone is down the Celia is planning something train but Gwen took back the job after it destroyed her. She obviously wants Lena’s position but she’s not the only one who knows about the externals now and everyone is curious I just wonder if the plan is the same get Lena out of her position and prove that she can do a hell of a better joh than her or if she’s actually working alongside her co workers to deal with the externals.

And Sam’s case. Lovely!

Now we know that something wasn’t normal about the Institute the table from the website proves that the questions aren’t. Normal. And we didn’t know why or how Sam failed. Each question Sam was asked does deal with negative emotions, we know that the TMA fears fed from what people were afraid of and the people who were entities had taken that route because it ‘protected’ them from something they were afraid of. We know TMA dealt with fears as their main subject and we know that TMP deals with alchemy as their main subject. We know that in the ritual Sam saw a body was being sacrificed on the table and metals and stones hung above him with machines measuring results. We can guess this was alchemy and the sick yellow light could’ve been citrinitas the yellow stage of alchemy which included the inner soul light of our body and is depicted with a wise old man. Now am I bright enough to figure out where the bones come into play. No, no I am not!

Anyways I hate the Magnus protocol never in my entire life did I think that after I left identity V I would go onto Wikipedia and look into alchemy I left that with The alchemy essence dammit I don’t need this.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #samama khalid #trevor Herbert tmp #I don’t have any thoughts besides that truly

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nickeverdeen · 3 months ago

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Hi! I didn't see anything saying you weren't taking match ups, so I was wondering if you would make me a harry potter match up!

I'm a demifem, they/her, I'm a lesbian, intp. I'm very emotional, thinking about becoming a therapist. I don't cry a lot, but I get teary eyed from time to time. I talk to myself alot. like, ALOT.

music is a big part of my life, I like Alice Pheobe Lou, Clairo, Girl in Red, and Dreamer Isioma. I love oldies, (Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Lesley Gore) listen to most music, depending on my mood.

I wear Gremlincore[cottagecore but grunge, worms, mushrooms, bones], dark academia, chaotic academia, or outfits inspired by the 1920s-1970s. I have brown fluffy hair, layered pixie thing with bangs. I'm plus size, and 5'3, but wear old doc martens and boots.

I love nature, and make art. I do leather and wood pyrography, beadwork, and watercolor the most. I love moomin (fave: smufkin), Harry potter, studio ghibli(howls moving castle). I spend most of my money at estate sales and local resale stores.

I'm not super comfortable with touch, except for my partner. my romantic love languages are touch, words of affection, and time. my favorite plant is mossy weeping willows. I also love reading fantasy, mystery, and mythology(Celtic, Asian, Gaelic)

Your Harry Potter match is…

Luna Lovegood

Luna would love taking you on quiet walks through the Forbidden Forest or the Hogwarts grounds, pointing out magical creatures and plants

You both share a deep connection to the natural world, and she appreciates your knowledge of different plants, especially your love for mossy weeping willows

Luna would be fascinated by your leather and wood pyrography and beadwork

Luna would adore your Gremlincore and dark academia style, often borrowing elements from your wardrobe or gifting you odd trinkets she finds, thinking they’d suit your aesthetic perfectly

She might even introduce you to some of her eccentric accessories

Despite her usual dreamy demeanor, Luna has a way of understanding and supporting your emotions

When you're feeling down or teary-eyed, she offers a comforting presence, knowing just when to speak and when to let the silence heal

Luna enjoys your diverse music taste, especially when you introduce her to oldies like Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

Sometimes, you both sit by the fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room, listening to music together, with Luna occasionally humming along

Estate sales and resale stores are your shared paradise

Luna has an eye for unusual and unique items, and she loves how you can transform old finds into something beautiful through your art

Luna would join you in reading fantasy, mystery, and mythology books

She’s especially intrigued by mythology, often drawing parallels between ancient myths and magical creatures

You both spend hours lost in books, sharing theories and insights

Luna understands your discomfort with touch around others but loves how you seek out her embrace

Whether it's holding hands, resting your head on her shoulder, or gentle caresses, Luna cherishes these moments of connection with you

"Howl’s Moving Castle" would be a favorite film for both of you

Luna loves the whimsical nature of the Studio Ghibli world, and you bond over the beauty and depth of the films

She often compares you to Howl, seeing a kindred spirit in your creativity and depth

Luna encourages you to pursue your goal of becoming a therapist, often reminding you of your natural empathy and ability to understand others

You and Luna often talk late into the night, discussing your day, your dreams, or just random thoughts

Luna loves planning impromptu picnics for the two of you, often in secluded spots like near a hidden grove of willow trees or a quiet corner of the Hogwarts grounds

She packs quirky snacks and brings along some of her odd trinkets to show you

Luna is fiercely protective of you in her own gentle way

She doesn’t let anyone dismiss your emotions or belittle your thoughts

While she might seem aloof, she’s quick to step in when someone tries to hurt you

Luna frequently whispers sweet nothings or words of affection when you're together, especially when you're in your shared bubble of comfort

Luna would love to help you care for a small collection of magical plants, perhaps even finding some magical moss for you to add to your favorite plant collection

Luna loves watching you do pyrography, often fascinated by the intricate designs you create

Christmas with Luna is always magical

She’s as enthusiastic about the holiday as you are, often crafting homemade decorations and filling the air with a sense of wonder and joy

You two create your own little world during the holiday season, complete with traditions that are uniquely yours

Luna absolutely loves your fondness for Moomin, especially Snufkin

Luna loves your adventurous spirit and is always eager to join you in exploring new places

Whether it's wandering through the woods or discovering hidden corners of Hogwarts, every journey with you feels like a magical adventure

You and Luna find comfort in shared silences, often sitting together without the need for words

Whether you’re both engrossed in a book or simply enjoying each other’s presence, the silence between you is never awkward but filled with unspoken understanding

Your artistic talents inspire Luna in her own way, and she often weaves stories or creates little charms based on the designs you make

You both feed off each other’s creativity, making your bond even stronger and more magical

#request #matchups #harry poter #harry potter fandom #luna lovegood x reader #luna lovegood #luna lovegood headcanons

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genderfluid-insomniac · 5 months ago

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"Help! I can't get up!"// Asmodeus Alice x reader

MC is involved in some sort of accident. Asmodeus finds out and rushes to the scene, calling MC frantically. MC doesn’t pickup, so Asmodeus leaves MC a series of voicemails as they race to the scene of MC’s accident.

All of a sudden you were shrouded in darkness and felt immense pain in your leg, yelling out in pain and looking around to see very little. There were only a couple of other students around you and you didn’t recognize any of them very well but you did recognize that you were underground in one of the lower caves. It must’ve been done by the rogue demon attacking the school just like the incident with Kirio except this seemed a bit different. As you looked around you couldn’t see any of your friends and became a bit panicked, they were probably alright and together if you had to guess but that didn’t bode well for you considering your boyfriend was also not here. Iruma and Clara could think rationally during a crisis or if one of them were missing but Asmodeus…He sometimes uses his emotions more than his logic in these types of situations.

You went to set up and yelled out in pain, wincing as you looked down to see a large pile around you all but a couple of them pinning your right leg down and causing blood to seem from the injury. One of the students cast some fire magic while others used their phones to try and get a signal. “Is everyone alright?” a tall blonde demon asked and surveyed the area. Most of the group responded in groans of “yes” and “mostly” Only two others were injured and needed help. “I could use some help over here! A couple of rocks are pinning my leg down!” you called and coughed, waving your hands to blow away the settling dust and grabbing a man’s attention.

He looked over and murmured how he would need another person if they didn’t want to risk hurting you, calling over the apparent leader who checked on the others. “Oh shit. Alright, try not to move too much. Ready? Go!” they said and collectively lifted up the rocks just enough for you to crawl out, collapsing on the ground and smiling up gratefully at them. “Thank you! This is going to be a pain,” you said and looked over your leg injury, you all agreed it was at least sprained and probably broken. You tore some fabric off from your shirt and wrapped it around to stop the bleeding for now.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s remain calm! It seems the ground collapsed under us and trapped us in a pocket because of the tremors caused by the intruder. Someone is probably searching for us right as we speak and don’t try to move any of the bigger rocks since we don’t want to risk another cave-in. Does anyone have any signal?” they asked confidently and calmly, easily calming everyone down and settling everyone on the same goal of getting out of there. You checked your phone which had a few large cracks and tried to call Alice but it didn’t go through. The others seemed to have the same result and shook their heads however one of the students near you walked over.

“Wait you’re friends with Iruma and the other’s right? Then we’re surely going to be saved you can always count on them,” she said with a smile and sat down next to you, leaning against the rock and looking around at the others taking stock of what they had. You smiled warmly being reminded of them and nodded. “Yeah they’re always dependable and I’m sure they’re worried about me just as if any one of us were in trouble. However I’m a bit concerned Asmodeus might go overboard or not let me out of his sight after all of this,” you said and laughed, knowing he had probably tried calling you at least 7 or 8 times and frantically looking around where you all were last before everyone panicked and got separated with Iruma and Clara’s help.

The girl gained a look of surprise hearing you talk about Asmodeus so sincerely and then looked like she remembered that you and the “famous” Asmodeus Alice were dating. “Oh right, you’re dating Asmodeus! Yeah, he can overdo it sometimes but it might be helpful since you won’t be able to fully walk until your leg heals,” she said and tilted her head sympathetically. Right, you’d probably have to have crutches until it heals and it would be helpful to be near him more. Everyone stopped talking when some rubble shifted and looked to the top corner of the crevice, holding their breath in hopes it was someone who was trying to get them out.

After a minute of silence, a slight sunlight shone through the ceiling and a few voices could be heard calling out to see if anyone was down there. All at once the students around you yelled out and stepped away from the growing hole to stay clear of the smaller rocks falling. You could make out three familiar voices shouting and Iruma asking if everyone was right. “Looks like they found us already, huh?” you said happily and looked up when you heard someone shout your voice, catching your lover's gaze and smiling brightly as you finally reunited—saying goodbye to the girl beside you and limping over to Asmodeus who ran to you.

His hands cupped your face and looked over you before spotting your injury. “There you are! We were looking all over the place and you didn’t answer when I called you so I started to panic-” he said and was about to ramble before you intertwined your hand in his. “I didn’t have any signal down here but I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried but I knew that you wouldn’t give up on finding me. We’ll always find each other. No matter what, love.” you said and whispered the last part, kissing him softly and quickly so as to not bring too much attention to you.

Asmodeus frowned at your injury and carefully scooped you into his arms, kissing your forehead and bringing you over to where Iruma and Clara were. “Let’s take you right to the medical center now,” he said and let you relax in his arms. You waved to Iruma and Clara who launched toward you only to get sidestepped. “Come on Azz-azz! I wanted to check if they’re alright!” Clara shouted and leaned up to check up on you as well; Iruma wasn’t far behind her and sighed in relief. “I’m so glad you’re alright, Name. We were really worried but oh no! You’re hurt! Let’s go to the nurse.” Iruma said worriedly and gently guided Clara out of the hole. You cuddled into your lover and tucked your head into his neck.

He sighed and kissed your cheek, “I was really worried and you got hurt because I couldn’t keep you safe.” he said and leaned his forehead against yours. You smiled bittersweetly and cupped Alice’s face, “It’s okay Alice. I’ll be alright and I have you to help me, don’t I?” you said softly and grabbed his hand. “I’ll always be with you. No matter what happens,” he said and kissed you lovingly.

#welcome to demon school x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #asmodeus alice #asmodeus alice x reader

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toodleoorblx · 7 months ago

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Natural Order

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Word count: 3,016

۫ ּ ֗ ִ ִֶָ ׄ . ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִֶָ ִ ⠀ ִ ۫ ִֶָ ּ ֗ ִ ִֶָ ׄ . ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ִֶָ ׄ . ִ ۫ ּ ֗

Summary: An argument, a dance, and Evanora screwing things up.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - /?

Warnings: cursing, violence, smut, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse.

A/N: Chapter 3 for Fractured Persona is probably gonna be ready in a few days. This wasn't supposed to be this long of a chapter but oh well.

Enjoy toodles <3

Chapter 5

Salem, Massachusetts 1693

Agatha spent hours with Rio, just talking about everything and anything. She feels like she can't talk to Rio about anything and she’ll listen. Even if she doesn’t understand, she will listen anyway. That means a lot to Agatha. She went home happily that night, practically glowing and vibrating with contentment and happiness. The last thing Agatha did before she left was invite Rio to her mother’s council event.

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“Rio… can I ask you something?” Agatha's voice wavers with nervousness. They sit together in front of a towering tree, Rio leaning against its trunk while Agatha sits, her back facing Rio. Absentmindedly, Agatha pets the small rabbit nestled in her lap.

Rio gently braids Agatha's hair, weaving flora and fern into each plait with skillful fingers. Agatha keeps her eyes closed, relishing the sensation of her hair being tended to. It's a comforting moment, one she hasn't experienced in a long time. Alice doesn’t know how to braid, and Margaret's attempts always end in knots. Her thoughts drift to her mother, and she swallows the pang of longing in her chest.

“You can ask me anything, little Iris,” Rio says softly, her voice carrying a warmth that soothes Agatha's nerves.

Agatha fidgets with the hem of her dress, her nerves palpable in the air. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “My coven is hosting this year's Witch’s Council ball, and its theme is masquerade. I was just wondering…” Her voice trails off into a hesitant whisper.

Rio's fingers pause in their task of adorning Agatha's hair with flowers. She tilts her head, a smile playing on her lips. “Are you asking me to accompany you to the ball?”

Agatha nods, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Rio's smile widens, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’d love to, Agatha.” Relief floods through Agatha, and she can't help but grin in return, her heart fluttering.

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She was at peace at that moment. She loved it. She craves for more moments like that. In that moment there was no Darkhold, no drama with her friends, her mother wasn't there, it was perfect.

Rio is perfect.

But like everything else, the moment came to an end. But she's ecstatic to see Rio again. She's tired of constantly being separated from her. She sees her in 2 days time. She chickened out of giving Rio her gift but she wants to give it to her the night of the ball.

The ballroom exudes an air of enchantment, with its shimmering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished oak floors. Elegant tapestries line the walls, while towering pillars adorned with ivy and flowers frame the space.

But of course, that peace didn’t last very long. Agatha finds herself in the ballroom, hanging up the last few decorations for the upcoming event, when Margaret enters carrying a few lanterns. She’s dressed in a dark red gown, her red ribbon.

Agatha grimaces, the memories from 3 days ago still fresh in her mind. Margaret has been avoiding her, and Agatha can’t help but feel hurt by it. She needed someone, and Margaret seemed to have abandoned her. She still needs someone now.

The darkhold's silence is a welcome respite, but Agatha can still feel its lurking presence, especially when her emotions run high.

She finds herself excusing herself from public spaces more frequently, seeking solace in solitude when the urge becomes overwhelming. Every bone in her body seems to ache with the need to absorb the magic of those around her, a sensation that gnaws at her from within.

Under the guise of feeling unwell, Agatha retreats from the scrutiny of others, but she knows that Evanora is suspicious of her behavior. The thought of what might happen if she were to accidentally unleash her magic fills her with dread, driving her further into isolation. She wants to talk to Margaret but she honestly doesn’t know how.

Margaret stands beside the latter and makes eye contact with Agatha for about 2 seconds before looking off and raising a lantern up for Agatha to take.

Agatha feels a pang in her chest, but she forces a weak smile as she takes the lantern and hangs it up on a nail. The only noise in the hall is the occasional footsteps and quiet chatter. The ballroom is a marvel of grandeur, filled with intricate stained glass patterns and standing candelabras. Agatha is filled with awe, her excitement tempered only by the tension between her and Margaret.

“Agatha… how- how have you been feeling?” Margaret's voice carries a hesitant note, tinged with worry. Agatha doesn't meet her gaze immediately, but she can sense the genuine concern behind Margaret's words. Agatha sighs softly before finally glancing down at her. Margaret looks tired, her features etched with lines of concern and agitation.

Agatha feels a surge of anger bubbling up within her, fueled by the memories of Margaret's absence during her darkest moments. The darkness in her gut threatens to consume her, but she fights to suppress it, unwilling to succumb to its temptation. For a moment, she remains silent, grappling with the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Why would Margaret suddenly care about her well-being now, after all this time? The bitterness in Agatha's heart threatens to spill over as she scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief. Margaret's frown deepens at the reaction.

“Better question is why do you care so suddenly?” Agatha says with an edge to her tone, glaring down at Margaret with a mixture of anger and hurt.

Margaret takes a deep breath and rubs her forehead, her expression pained. “I um, had time to think it over. I’m not… mad at you, just disappointed.”

“Well, I don't think you really get to be ‘disappointed’ now do you? I should be the one disappointed. You left me in that alleyway alone and covered in blood! The blood I spilled to keep you and Alice safe. Don't tell me you're disappointed.” Agatha's voice trembles with suppressed emotion, her eyes flashing with frustration.

Margaret swallows, her gaze shifting away momentarily before meeting Agatha's again. “I know, I know. And I’m grateful that you saved us, but it's all that happens after that, Agatha. You're…”

“What?” Agatha's tone is sharp, her patience wearing thin.

“…Dangerous. You're dangerous,” Margaret admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “That magic that saved us so easily can also very easily kill an innocent, or worse, one of us or you. It lashed out on its own, what else will it do on its own?”

Agatha feels her throat tighten, a cold shiver running down her spine. She looks away from Margaret, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. “I can control it,” she insists, though her voice lacks conviction.

“No. No you can't,” Margaret counters firmly, her own fear evident in her trembling voice.

Agatha sneers, her frustration boiling over. “I can. And I will. What do you know? Whatever Evanora tells you?” Her words are laced with bitterness and accusation, but she watches as Margaret takes slow steps back, dropping the lantern in her nervousness.

“What?” Agatha demands, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for Margaret's response.

“Y-your… hands,” Margaret stammers, her eyes wide with fear, almost tripping over her dress in her haste to distance herself from Agatha.

Agatha’s heart freezes. She glances down at her arms and there's pure dark magic flowing out her veins, illuminating her palms purple. Her blackened fingertips and claws are out on display, Agatha runs her tongue over her teeth only to feel sharp fangs.

Agatha clenches her jaw, her nails digging into her palms as she fights back the tears threatening to overwhelm her. She whispers the glamor spell, masking her true appearance once more, and teleports down to where Margaret stands frozen in fear. With a swift movement, she covers Margaret's mouth before she can utter a sound.

“Shut up. Don't say a word,” Agatha commands, her voice strained with a mixture of desperation and anger.

Margaret wrestles Agatha's hands away from her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror. “You’re really ok with what that thing did to you…?” Margaret's voice trembles with fear and concern.

Agatha's jaw tightens, her heart heavy with the weight of Margaret's words. She feels the sting of judgment and condemnation piercing through her, tearing at the fragile facade she's been trying to maintain. Without a word, she teleports back to her chambers, seeking solace in the confines of her room.

As Agatha materializes on her bed, the floodgates of emotion burst open, and she collapses onto the soft mattress, her body wracked with sobs. Tears stream down her face, leaving salty trails in their wake as she releases all the pent-up anguish and despair.

With each punch into the pillow, a wave of frustration washes over her, the physical pain a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within. But just as she's about to strike the pillow once more, a voice interrupts her thoughts.

Why is it you feel so down, little siphon?

The sound of the Darkhold's voice sends a shiver down Agatha's spine, her heart racing with apprehension. It's both unsettling and strangely comforting, like the embrace of a familiar darkness.

Agatha sniffles, wiping away her tears as she listens to the voice echoing in her mind. “She’s afraid of me,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oh sweet girl, there's nothing to be afraid of, it's just you, who you were always destined to be.

“I don't want this life, I just want to be with Rio,” Agatha admits, her voice filled with longing and desperation.

And that dream will become a reality… but things must happen before that. You must survive a nightmare to live a dream.

Agatha falls silent, her mind swirling with a tumult of emotions and uncertainties. She curls up on her bed and falls asleep.

The day of the ball is a whirlwind of activity and tension. Agatha finds herself swept up in a sea of guests, each one vying for her attention and eager to engage in small talk. She forces a polite smile onto her lips, nodding along to conversations she has no interest in. Everyone is wearing their masquerade masks, all sorts of beautiful colors and designs on them. Agatha’s is back with intricate patterns and ties with black lace. The magic swirling around her sets her nerves on edge, and she has to excuse herself multiple times to collect her thoughts.

In her purple ball gown, it's off the shoulder with a gray-ish blue fringe. Agatha moves through the crowd with practiced grace. Her hair is styled in an elegant half-up, half-down do, with the iris flower Rio gave her tucked behind her ear, preserved with a spell. A touch of pink tint on her lips completes her ensemble.

As she navigates the throng of guests, Agatha can feel the weight of her mother's expectations pressing down on her. Covens of importance are in attendance, and her mother's warning to behave or face consequences hangs heavy in the air. Despite her fear, Agatha finds herself strangely numb to the threat, she assumes it's the effects of the Dakhold.

Agatha is gripping Rio’s necklace like her life depends on it, so then she doesn't do it. Agatha plans on giving it to her tonight.

It's been a day since her fight with Margaret, she hasn't even seen her since. Not that she wants to. If all was well with their friendship, Agatha would be ranting to Margaret about how anxious she is to see Rio. But right now, she's on her own.

She sees her mother pacing up to her from the corner of her eye, Agatha sighs as she turns to face her.

“Yes mother?”

Evanora slaps Agatha’s wrist hard. “Do not call me ‘mother’ while we’re in the presence of such people, I’m known as Evanora, you foolish girl.”

Agatha fights the urge to roll her eyes but she obeys. The dark witch clears her throat and stands tall. “Yes Evanora?” she asks.

“Try not to speak unless you're spoken to, I don't want you accidentally telling our business with that mouth of yours.” And with that, Evanora glares at Agatha like she's a stain then retreats back to the group of coven leaders.

Agatha's heart clenches with resentment as she fights back tears, desperate to escape her mother's suffocating presence. But as she turns to retreat to a quiet corner, she's met with a vision of beauty that steals her breath away.

Rio.

In a dark green gown that hugs her curves in all the right places, adorned with elegant black fringe, Rio exudes an effortless allure. Her hair cascades down in loose waves, with a playful swoop of bangs framing her captivating brown eyes. Agatha can't help but blush at the sight of her.

"Hi," Agatha manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hi, my love," Rio replies with a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

Agatha’s heart flutters at the word 'love', a feeling she's never quite experienced in a romantic sense, but if she had to define it, it would utterly, undoubtedly be Rio.

"I, uh, got something for you," Agatha stammers, her cheeks flushed with nervousness.

Rio tilts her head curiously, her expression softening with intrigue. "What is it?"

With a shaky hand, Agatha opens her palm to reveal the necklace she purchased for Rio. A smile spreads across Rio's face, her eyes twinkling with deep affection. She whispers a heartfelt thank you as Agatha motions for her to turn around so she can fasten it.

As Rio lifts her hair, Agatha carefully secures the necklace, feeling a rush of warmth at the intimate gesture. When Rio turns to face her again, her grin is infectious.

"You are perfect, Rio," Agatha says, her voice filled with sincerity.

Rio blushes, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. "Not nearly as perfect as you, little Iris."

Now it’s Agatha's turn to blush a deep shade of crimson.

Regaining her composure, Agatha takes a deep breath as the music begins to play. Despite the lump in her throat, she summons her courage.

With a confident smirk, Agatha extends her left hand to Rio. Her heart pounding in her chest.

“Would you like to dance, Rio?” Agatha asks, her voice steady despite her nerves.

Rio's face lights up with a radiant grin as she eagerly accepts Agatha’s hand. They begin to sway to the music, their movements graceful and fluid. Agatha places her hands delicately on Rio's waist, feeling the warmth of her touch seep through her fingers. In response, Rio's arms encircle Agatha's neck, drawing her closer.

As they dance, Agatha feels a sense of unity and connection that she's never experienced before. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, each step bringing them closer. In that moment, it's as though she's found her place in the world. With Rio by her side, Agatha feels whole.

Agatha feels as though she belongs,

Like she belongs to Rio.

Rio gently lifts Agatha's mask up to her forehead, and Agatha reciprocates the gesture. As their faces draw closer, the room seems to hold its breath in anticipation.

Their lips barely brush against each other, sending a shiver down Agatha's spine. Then, with a surge of courage, Rio presses her lips fully against Agatha's, sending a wave of electric sensation through both of them. Agatha's heart races as she reciprocates the kiss with equal fervor, their mouths moving in sync.

As the kiss deepens, Agatha feels Rio's tongue gently probing against her lips, seeking entrance. With a soft moan, Agatha grants permission, allowing Rio's tongue to explore the depths of her mouth. Their tongues dance together in a passionate embrace, igniting a fire within Agatha that she never knew existed.

Suddenly, Agatha breaks the kiss, gasping for air. Agatha didn't even know she was so distracted that some of her glamor spell wore off. She looks into Rio's eyes, expecting to see fear or hesitation, but instead finds only desire and longing. Without hesitation, Rio pulls Agatha back in, their lips crashing together once more in a fervent display of passion. Agatha surrenders herself to the kiss, losing herself in the intoxicating embrace of the woman she loves.

Rio leans in close, her breath warm against Agatha's lips as she whispers with intensity, "All the things you can think of… everything you want, Agatha Harkness. I want to do everything to you. I wanna make you mine."

Agatha's heart races at Rio's words, her mind swimming with desire and longing. "I'm already yours," she manages to breathe out, her voice filled with conviction.

Rio's eyes darken with desire, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans in to kiss Agatha again. But before their lips can meet, a sudden blast of blue magic strikes Agatha's side, causing her to collapse in agony onto the cold floor.

The room erupts into chaos, with gasps, screams, and whispers filling the air as people scramble to make sense of what just happened. Amidst the confusion, Evanora stands tall, flanked by Agatha's two aunts. Her voice cuts through the chaos like a lightning bolt.

"Agatha Harkness. Who is this whore?" Evanora's voice booms with fury, her gaze locked on Rio. But Rio pays her no heed, her only concern rushing to Agatha's side, her expression filled with worry and fear.

Agatha's body is wracked with pain, each movement sending waves of agony through her. She gazes up at Rio with nothing but affection in her eyes, grateful for her presence. Rio tenderly cups Agatha’s face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before rising to confront Evanora. Agatha watches her go, her vision blurring with exhaustion and pain. She struggles to stay conscious, her body feeling heavy as if weighed down by an invisible force. With a final glance at Rio, Agatha's vision fades to black, succumbing to the overwhelming fatigue that overtakes her.

#Spotify #marvel #mcu #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agatha harkness x rio vidal #witches #magic #heartbreak #nature #darkness

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