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dollfacefantasy · 7 months

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Rookiepillz: Here We Go Again

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: almost a year after the rookiepillz incident, you and your now-boyfriend play some video games together. he's got a special strategy to help you win.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief cockwarming, daddy kink, rookiepillz

word count: 1.8k

a/n: finally. rookiepillz has come back to tumblr. the most anticipated come back of the century in my book. i just needed something silly as a break from school. we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming momentarily. part 1 is here.

“ANOTHER GOJO!” you yell at your tv, flinging your controller to the other side of your couch. You feign a growl and look up at your boyfriend who’s lap you were laid up on. “Another fucking Gojo killed me. Can you believe this? It’s like a curse or something.”

He chuckles right next to your ear and kisses your temple. “You’ll get the win soon. You placed third that time, that’s not bad,” he tells you as you ready up again.

He was one to talk considering he planned and acted out a whole revenge scheme on you when he placed second. But hey, look at the two of you now. Snuggling on the couch, you wearing one of his shirts, playing video games in his lap while he gives you little smooches and whispers sweet nothings to you.

Sure, he used to be your stepdad, but he’s your man now. Sure, he dated your mom just to get back at you for beating him in a Fortnite match, but he also gave you the best dick of your life. And plus, he was pretty sweet when he wasn’t being a total asshole, so who are you to complain?

His arms squeeze around your waist, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, inhaling your scent as you beat on some innocent player in the lobby for having the default skin. He smiled as he watched your eyes light up with glee. He took in every word you said about how dropping at the pool house was the best strategy. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Yeah, he had fucked your mom as part of a long revenge plot over losing a victory royale. Yeah, he did humiliate you by spanking you and then revealing said revenge plot in the middle of fucking. But it’s only cause he knew you’d be his girl in the end. He was just having some fun with his sweetheart, right?

He half-watches you running around the map, giggling when you drive a car off a cliff or start doing the weeknd emote. A smile breaks across his face whenever you kill someone because you lightly tap his forearm and go “Look! Did you see that? I gottem.” And then he’d whisper to you, “mhm, that’s my girl” before planting another kiss on your cheekbone.

But what really got him going wasn’t the precious moments of joy or the sweet expressions of tension when you started losing health. No. What really fired him up was your rage. What could he say? It reminded him of nearly a year ago when he’d pulled you over his knee, the fire that had burned in your eyes. A day he’d never forget.

All he had to do was be patient for your match to start winding down. Once that notification came up that said there were only 25 people left, that red monster inside you would start rearing its head. The “motherfucker’s” and “god damn it’s” would start flying, and in no time at all, you’d be wearing that adorable pouty expression.

Like right now. He watched your character explode into a pile of loot. You slammed the controller down on your laps and crossed your arms, sinking back into his embrace. “That’s such bullshit. At least it wasn’t Gojo again,” you grumble.

Fuck, it got him hard.

“I think I know your problem, baby,” he says.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. The one piece of certain leverage you had over your boyfriend was that you were a better Fortnite player. Whenever he gave you unsolicited advice on your playing, you made sure to bring up the fact that you had beaten him before.

“You’re getting so frustrated, y’know. I think you gotta calm down a bit. Let yourself relax so you can think and focus better. And I think I have a way you can do that,” he says.

“And what would that be?” you ask, tone growing softer as you start to catch on.

“How about you relax on daddy’s cock? I know you can only think straight once you’ve been filled up,” he purrs. His hands smooth up your stomach to your tits, coasting over your nipples that were already starting to harden out of instinct. Because if there was one guaranteed piece of leverage he had on you, it was that special word that you’d seemed so averse to just a few months ago.

“I think that’s a good idea,” you answer. It felt shameful that he could get a rush of arousal from you with just a simple word said in a particular tone.

You stand up, still working the controller as another match starts up. He tugs down your shorts for you, grinning like the madman he was at your lack of panties.

“Look at you all prepared,” he coos and kisses your hip, “You knew you’d be getting a treat from daddy today, hm?”

“Lucky guess,” you respond as he guides you back down. Your knees rest on either side of his thighs. He lines himself with your entrance and pulls you down until he’s bottomed out. You whimper and bite your lip, locking your eyes on the tv to focus.

For the beginning, he really does just let you sit there, nice and full. And maybe he was sort of right. You feel pretty calm so far. Everything is less stressful when, in the back of your mind, you’re noticing the way he twitches within you or the small grunts he lets out when you tighten around him.

You were so warm and tight. Felt just as good as the first time, and fortunately for you, there was no bombshell plot twist waiting around the corner. His fingers rub little circles on the outside of your thigh.

“What do you think? Is it helping, babydoll?” he asks.

“Mhm, thank you, daddy. Fits just right,” you say.

He chuckles at the cute way you say it. You work on sniping some people, he tests out rolling his hips. You sharply inhale but don’t protest. So he does it again. His cock slides through the warm embrace of your walls, kissing your favorite spots deep inside. You still seemed focused enough, so using his hands to hold you in position, he begins thrusting upwards.

Your breaths become longer and shakier, but you will yourself to maintain focus. The number of players was dwindling fast. He was bouncing you on his cock which normally left you empty-headed in seconds. But you needed this victory royale. You really were his girl.

He lets out a groan, leaning back against the couch cushions with his head tilted back. It wasn’t like he needed the win this time. He could let go. And so he did. He pistons his cock up into you faster by the moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Daddy there’s only two other people,” you whine in a plea for mercy.

“Almost there, baby,” he grunts. You honestly didn’t know if he was referring to your game or how close he was to cumming.

You don’t have time to think about that though because the circle is closing. You grit your teeth and grip the controller with all the focus you have left.

“Daddy, c’mon, I could win,” you whimper.

“I know, princess. You got this, pretty girl,” he mumbles while his eyes flutter. His abdomen twitches as he feels himself gearing up for release. “Tell you what. If you win this one, daddy’ll make sure you get a special reward later on.”

Now it is absolutely on. You can’t lose this. That’d be even more humiliating than the original rookiepillz incident. You’re dashing around the map as your boyfriend pumps in and out of you. It’s a difficult task, managing to hold off your release and try to win.

But soon enough you spot your targets. At the same time, it seems that Leon is reaching his. “Oh fuck, baby. So fuckin’ good. Daddy’s gonna fill you up just how you like,” he whimpers from behind you.

He bounces you, and you know your own peak is imminent. But you see the other players, and in an absolute miracle, you down one and then the other. The tv flashes gold with your victory as your body seizes with the white hot pleasure of release. Simultaneously, he unloads inside you, firing rope after rope into your tight cunt.

He fucks into you a few more times before actually coming back down to reality. You’re coming down too, melting back against his chest. He’s stroking your face when his eyes catch on the tv.

“Holy shit, you actually won?” he asks. His tone gives away that he’s actually impressed. and that’s your ultimate victory royale.

“Mhm, all for you,” you tease and lazily kiss his cheek.

“God, baby. Making me feel like the luckiest man alive right now,” he replies and reciprocates your small gesture of affection.

The two of you cuddle for a bit longer. You’re finished with the game, having finally gotten the win you wanted. And like always, he was such a sweetheart after, giving you kisses and praise, holding you close, even cleaning you up once he got up. Unfortunately, he had to go into work today, so it wasn’t long until he had to leave. He makes sure you’re content before he says goodbye with a kiss to your forehead.

Later that night though, you were alone at your place just as Leon was at his. You get a text. His contact lights up your lockscreen with the message “Get on Fortnite?”

You smile, hopping on your couch and turning on your console. You text back a “yeah hehe :)” He facetimes you, and you beam when you see his face, something you would have never thought possible when you met him. While you wait for everything to turn on and connect, you ask him about his day and how he’s feeling. He answers softly, heart melting at your interest.

To your surprise, when the game finally loads up, you have a gift. From rookiepillz himself.

“Leon…” you say excitedly.

“What?” he asks, playing dumb at first, “Just open it.”

So you do. You burst into laughter as Gojo appears on your screen next. “You’re so funny. I love you,” you giggle. It slips out so casually, he’s not even sure you registered what you’d let slip. He lets it go for now. He would tease you about it later. Right now, he was just so enamored with you.

As you prattled on about wanting to be the skin with the blindfold on and how he should get one for himself so you could match, he realized something. He’d lose every Fortnite match for the rest of his life if it meant he got you. His own personal victory royale.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you #smut

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casualaruanienjoyer · 26 days

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What kind of video games would these AOT characters like to play?

Armin: puzzle games! Something that requires his full attention, challenging but still fun. It feels very rewarding to beat them. He would probably like the game Baba is You or Portal 2.

Annie: visual novels, especially psychological horror or murder mystery ones. She loves being able to "play" a book, and the voice acting and beautiful visuals create such an immersive experience. Sometimes when she gets stuck, Armin helps her out! Something she would enjoy may be Steins Gate or Ace Attorney.

Connie: ROCKET LEAGUEEE LET'S GOOO!!

Jean: he quite likes games with multiple choices, a good story that you can influence through your decisions. He probably enjoys LA Noir and Heavy Rain. However, he doesn't do super well with horror games...

Reiner: this man owns every single copy of Fifa from the year he was born and until today. But he also enjoys Mario Kart!

Pieck: dating sims! And one of her favorites is Monster Prom. She finds them hilarious, but also likes being able to choose different people to romance. Don't tell anyone, but Annie sometimes enjoys playing these with Pieck.

Mikasa: cozy games, farming, cooking, making friends. Animal crossing and Stardew Valley are some of her favorites. It's just so nice and calm!

Eren: SUPER SMASH BROS LET'S GOOOO but yes fighting games!! Beat em ups, battle royale, doesn't matter! Anything goes!

Levi: this may come as a surprise, but this man is secretly a Simmer. Yes, you heard it! He only plays the base games, from time to time. But there's something so satisfying about creating people he dislikes in Sims and then removing that sweet sweet ladder. Ha...ha

Zeke: driving simulators. This man was BORN TO TRUCK!

Yelena: something about her just screams I TROLL IN MMOs so yeah I will say she probably plays games like Leagues of Legends, gets VERY aggressive and screams in her mic. Makes kids cry in Fortnite.

Onyankopon: he is a man of culture, so of course he would enjoy adventure RPGs. He has over 1000 hours in Breath of the Wild. Somehow.

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot headcanons #aot scenarios #jean kirstein #armin arlert #annie leonhart #mikasa ackerman #onyankopon #yelena aot #pieck finger #reiner braun #connie springer #eren yeager #zeke yeager #levi #levi ackerman

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thegnomelord · 11 months

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CH 1: With a Spark It Starts Just Like It Ended

CW: NSFW Blood, gore, cannon typical violence, M reader but can be read as GN, Mage reader, Monster 141 AU, reader is described as having thick fucked up arms.

AO3 3.7k words, more of an intro to what's to come lol.

Old man Abdul had lived a good life. A harsh one. But a good one.

He was amongst the first to grab a gun and raise the fight against the Russians, risking life and limb for the freedom of Urzikstan even as members of his pack bled and died to artillery fire and noxious gas. And he alone had survived to see his country set free of tyranny and chose to stay in the military long after his hair had greyed.

And how was he rewarded for his service?

With a 'promotion' to guard the basement of a conference hall. They even called it the 'Peace House' as if that made his position grander, though in his humble opinion the only peaceful thing happening within the halls above was the lack of physical violence.

"Hey, did you fall asleep on me old man?" Taim, a bright eyed and gap-toothed human private so young he could've been one of his grandsons, asks as he throws down five playing cards on the floor between them. Royal flush, again.

Old man Abdul's eyes are soft with a glare and he throws down his own cards, already knowing he'd lost. "Go fish." He huffs, leaning back into the chair they'd been able to squirrel away.

It was embarrassing to think that boredom could torture him more than the Russians did, but they were only a few hours into their shift and he was already thinking of biting a bullet. Chances were they'd stay down here long after the diplomats up top finished bickering about who knows what...

"Hey," Taim perks up, and from the few weeks he's known him, Abdul knows the glint in his brown eyes heralds something stupid. "How about whoever loses this round takes a shot from your leg?"

He is proven correct.

"How about I throw you into a minefield so we can match?" Old man Abdul responds, his tail wagging from side to side. His tail looks more at home on a rat than any werewolf, the fur there an accidental casualty of a Russian fire mage's spell that had taken his leg off. The prosthetic leg only fitting on his human body isn't nearly as insulting as the warding totem they'd given him to protect against lethal magic after his leg had gone flying.

Taim gulps and holds his hands up. "There's no need for that sir." He quickly adds, clearing his throat and reaching to the floor to pick up their cards and shuffle them.

Taim's warding totem slips out from beneath his jacket, but it's different from old man Abdul's. Not in appearance, with the same materials every mage will make theirs differently, but in feel. It feels different...wrong.

Eyes narrowing he reaches out and holds the piece of faintly glowing rock between his claws. Heat radiates into his fingers, the magic inside pulsing in a steady even thrum like a machine instead of beating like a heartbeat; like something not quite alive.

Abdul had been in combat long enough to know how good a warding totem is with how his body reacts to it.

The shit one he'd been given barely gets the remaining fur on his tail to bristle.

Taim's makes his skin want to melt off.

"Where did you get this?" Abdul asks, tail curling up as he lets go of the totem with disgust clear on his face. "That rock could probably protect you from L3 mage without cracking, maybe even L4." Call him paranoid, but a private getting a totem to protect him from mages rarer than unicorns doesn't make any sense.

"Oh, that-" The young man clears his throat, the totem laying flat against his chest like an insult to life. "Came from up top a few days ago, guess all those terror attacks spooked command and they want to keep us normal people safe." He realizes his words and quickly adds. "-not that I'm calling you not normal or anything sir, it's just that-"

"-You're squishier than me, yes, I know." Old man Abdul rolls his eyes, leaning back into his chair with a huff.

Taim gives a nervous little giggle, scratching at his curly dark hair. "No offence sir. It's just...you know."

"We all look out for our kinfolk first." Old man Abdul sighs, going to wave him off.

His pointy ear twitches and immediately he's jumping to his feet when his sensitive hearing picks up the sound of the elevator mechanism running. No one is supposed to come down at this time, and Abdul already has his rifle raised to point at the elevator doors by the time Taim is able to get to his own feet. The old werewolf doesn't even need to say anything for the young man to stand on opposite side of him, they work together well, both guns aimed at the person revealed by the opening elevator doors.

It's just the janitor.

Taim lets out a small breath and lowers his gun, relaxing as the janitor gives them a small greeting both of them have to strain their ears to hear as a face mask muffles their words.

"That was a bit embarrassing." Taim chuckles weakly, nodding his own greeting and taking a step back so the janitor can push the heavy cart past them. Abdul notes the janitor's hands are thick and large, the veins poking out beneath latex gloves. Murky water sloshes inside the mop bucket, the trash bag filled to the brim and budging.

It's just a janitor.

But like an annoying tick on his ass, something doesn't let old man Abdul relax.

There's a buzz in the back of his mind like the one he'd get when he was being watched, and when he catches sight of the janitor's eyes beneath the wide-brimmed cap that buzzing stops; Instead replaced with a flash sense of wrongness in his bones and the feeling of tar inside his heart and an indescribable scent — like stale beer and burnt grass and deep dark rot — it has his fingers moving to the trigger before the sight of magic melting through latex can make the short trip from his eyes to his brain—

Glowing lines spring into thin air to form magic circles before their eyes.

The warding totems shatter.

'Pop' goes a head.

Both bodies drop to the ground.

"Could have told me there was a dog." Your words scrape against your throat like shards of glass from the disuse, melted latex stretching into long strands as you take off the cleaner gloves and throw them away, your fingers steaming and glowing hot with mana before you hide them away in tactical gloves.

"I-" Taim tries to say but his voice fails him, eyes and mind still blinded by the harsh glare of magical fire.

"Save it." You cut him off, pulling open the lip of the trash bag to dig out your facemask helmet. It's both a full face helmet and a gasmask, scratched up from years of use but still able to protect your head while keeping you anonymous. A shame it can't filter out the stench of burnt flesh, but you've gotten used to it.

Taim's vision clears and the moment his eyes settle on the charred remains of Abdul's head— the hollowed out skull where concentrated flame had burned a hole straight through everything in it's path, the flesh and bone charred black —he's scrambling away as fast as his feet can push him, the shattered remains of your warding totem crumbling beneath his fingers. Bile rises in his throat and he coughs when he breaths in, but his stomach is thankfully empty so he ends up dry heaving.

"On your feet." Your words are hard to understand under your gasmask, but you don't need to raise your voice. The tone you use has him scrambling to his feet in seconds.

"I- I- yes sir!" Taim manages to stutter out, doesn't even have to fake his fear as he stands at attention. He watches you reach into the dirty water to pull out a Handheld Personal Computer and shake off the residual droplets to ensure it still works before putting it in your pocket.

"When is the next check in?" You ask, reaching further into the trash bag to grasp the handhold on the heavy gas canister hidden beneath office trash. You pull it out without much effort, setting it carefully on the ground so you can recheck that the release valve is intact.

"20 minutes sir." Taim responds and he doesn't need to know Arabic to know what's inside the canister when a grinning skull is printed on the metal.

You let out a low sound, and Taim tries not to peer too closely at you. Sometimes he wonders what face a person who burns people alive without a single second of hesitation could have, but then you look at him and he sees that unnatural glow of mana in your eyes behind the darkened lenses of the helmet and he's glad he's met with the emotionless visage of the mask rather than the one beneath it.

"You have 10 to get out before Hell opens up." You say, standing back up and picking up the canister without complaint. "Use the emergency tunnels, don't spook the VIPs."

Taim is human, not sensitive to magic like the monsters are, but even he can feel the latent mana in your veins that strengthens your body. Like maggots at the back of his skull. It makes a second round of bile rise to his throat. "Yes sir."

You pay close attention to him until he disappears down the corridor before going the opposite way. Alone, it is easier to calm the lingering heat in your veins until the eternal engine of mana in your chest fizzles down to embers like a sleeping beast. Can't have your mana mess with sensitive electronics, even if that does leave you exposed on the cams (as if there's anyone alive to watch them)

"Ifrit, status?" The small radio in your ear crackles.

"Moving to the target, encountered and neutralized a wolf." You answer, taking sharp turns as you follow a path you'd memorized beforehand. "No other monsters to report."

You were lucky to run into one down in the bowels of the conference hall instead of at the front gate. Otherwise your espionage mission would have turned into a frontal assault. Not that Khaled would have minded, you were getting paid to send a loud statement after all.

"Good." You don't need to see his face to know he's smirking, your employer wasn't a huge fan of subhumans. "Continue to the objective."

You respond in affirmative, coming to a heavy metal door, locked with a passcode and even a palm scanner; It's all a valiant effort to keep sensitive data safe, but it may as well be cardboard to you. You summon another circle, this time right on the door, biting your tongue. You're not good with 'subtle' but you haven't forgotten what Taurus or Sierra had taught you; first pushing a bit of loose ash magic between the large atoms making up the metal to disrupt the bonds, then a single pulse of fire ignites the volatile ash and has the entire bottom half crumbling into red hot shards.

Molten slag drips down to the floor when you duck down under the remaining half of the door to find yourself in the server room. Steam rises when the cold air meets your hot skin, but you hardly notice as you first head to the ventilation system at the back of the room. It's dark, but you don't bother turning on the lights, the subtle mana in your eyes enough to give you primitive night vision.

"Ifrit to Alpha-Actual, connecting the payload right now." You say, setting the canister down. The ventilation collects the air from the server room to push it through the entire building and then outside, so all you have to do is melt a hole through the exit pipe until it's big enough for the hose on the canister to fit snugly inside.

"And the files?" Khaled's voice sounds in your ear once you're finished.

"Going now." Standing back up you head to the central server. Taking out the HPC you hook it up to the mainframe, watching the screen until it shows 'connection secure'. "I'm connected."

"Copy that." Your eyes scan the cracked screen (which you broke less than a week after getting it), seeing the file transfer start before Khaled even finishes speaking and trying to read and memorize the names of dozens the files but they change too quickly. "File transfer ETA 5 minutes. Sit tight."

Giving confirmation you keep an eye on the doorway. Though you are positioned in such a way that you'd see the shadow of someone coming in before they see you, years of being behind enemy lines and acting as a friendly to your foes has taught you to be careful. Especially when you can't use more than a smidgeon of mana without frying the entire server system.

You are lucky that no-one comes, the remaining guards too busy guarding the diplomats above you to check what's beneath their noses. While waiting you access the public stream to watch the peace talks, setting the sound to the lowest possible setting so you can keep an eye on the diplomats in case you need a change of plan.

"Got the files, you're clear to finish." You're moving before Khaled can finish speaking, leaving the HPC to hang by the cord from the server. "Oh, and remember: Loud."

"You get what you pay for sir." Kneeling down next to the gas canister you check to ensure your gas mask is firmly on and breathing in deeply; It restricts your breathing and makes muscles work harder, but your body is so used to it that it feels like coming back home.

"Letting the gas out now." Even with the gas mask you still hold your breath when you open the valve, the gas hissing as it escapes the canister, the fan right next to you helping push it through the system. You know there's not enough gas to reach the diplomats on the top floor, it's part of the plan, so when the gas pitters out you cast another circle inside the pipe.

The servers around you flicker meekly and crackle with electricity when you use your mana fully; Something intense and suffocating burns behind your sternum for just a second before liquid mana is rushing down your veins into your hands and coming out through the magic circle as copious amounts of ash.

The rotating fan right next to you spews some of your ash right back at you, flooding the server room in magic that has long since accepted your body enough not to hurt you. But even your seasoned stomach feels tight when you breathe in the mixture of ash and toxic gas, the chemicals turning your magic a nasty shade of green, and you make a mental note to change the filter when you're done with the op otherwise the toxified sediment collecting in there will poison you for months.

You can hear the diplomats begin to cough over the livestream in the HPC, but it all feels so distant when you shift and feel cold dog tags press against your burning chest. They're light like a noose around your neck, yet the absence of weight mocks you in a way their owners no longer can.

There's a familiar sting in your bones when your mana reservoir begins dwindling, but it's easy to push through it until the engine in your chest goes into overdrive from the stress the magic puts on your body. You only stop when the burning mana in your veins starts burning small holes in the sleeves of the janitor jacket, revealing bits of your mage marked skin.

Stopping the flow of ash your hands find themselves in your pocket, taking out a lighter. It's one of those old zippo lighters, the exterior is rusted from years of action and numerous initials are scratched into the metal, but somehow it still functions; It's the strange thing about it— the more you use it, the longer it lasts. Stop, and it dies.

"It's a bit like you, firebug."

Absentmindedly you trace the scratched initials in the metal, trying to ignore the hollowness in your chest when the screams beyond the smokescreen of ash start sounding familiar.

"Going dark." You say to them, flicking it open.

One spark is all it takes.

. . .

With Makarov having gone underground like a wanker after his escape from the gulag, Price and Laswell had been stuck with their heads in mountains of paperwork searching for the bastard. Price had known he'd be in for a headache the moment he agreed to let the boys watch a live football game between England and Scotland, but he reasoned they'd all been working hard enough to earn even a small break.

At the very least it gave them all a moment of reprieve from the stress of a possible world war.

It didn't stop Soap from being a bloody muppet.

"Oh fockin' 'ell!" Soap roars and jumps to his feet, growling at the teli where a ref held a red card above her head. "That should've been a yellow! Fock, one more eye and the ref's a right cyclops." He waves obscenities at the teli as if the ref can see them, his tail hitting Gaz every time it wagged.

"Soap!" Gaz groans and stretches one black wing to smack the werewolf over the head with his long flight feathers to stop him blocking the screen.

Though Gaz's wings are hollow, the smack still hurts. "Ow, what's that for?" Soap groans, rubbing the back of his head.

"At least take your defeat with a wee bit of dignity." Gaz smirks, folding his wings.

"Bold assumption he has any." Ghost mutters next to Price, making him chuckle.

“Oh ho! I’ll get me dignity when the bloody ref gets off 'er knees an’ stops blowing the entire game.” Soap turns to playfully snap his teeth at Gaz. "And what's tha-"

The football match cuts out, replaced with a news segment.

"-Oh, what the fock?" Soap grows quiet when the newscaster begins speaking.

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you breaking news. As we speak, the conference hall in Al Mazra, where diplomats from over 40 countries had come to discuss peace and trade agreements with the newly reinstated Urzikstan government, burns in the flames of another terrorist attack."

The footage shifts to a drone filming a bird's eye view shot of violent flames spewing from every hole and window to engulf the entire three story building in consuming fire, heavy plumes of smoke rising into the sky like a maw of a hungering beast to spew a storm of ash and cinders down to the ground. The clouds of ash have a sick green undertone to them.

"Shit." Gaz sucks in a breath.

"Mokarov's done hiding." Ghost notes, leaning in to look closely at the screen with narrowed eyes.

"How the fock did we miss this?" Soap asks the question in their minds, turning to look at Price. "This popped up like bloody whack-a-mole."

At that same time Price's phone rings. The dragon quickly fishes it out of his pocket, seeing Laswell's name as the caller ID before he picks it up while the reporter drawls on.

"Price, are you-"

"Yeah, I'm watching the teli." He cuts her off, knowing what she's going to say. Distantly he can hear the same news report sounding on her end.

"Authorities warn citizens to vacate the immediate area as toxic gas has been detected in the air. Military forces are already enroute, but the prospects for the diplomats survival are nonexistent."

Price's draconic eyes focus on the screen when the footage shifts to that inside the conference hall. Two diplomats argue about something Price can't begin to try and untangle, his focus on one man near the back who begins coughing. More follow suit, and even over the screen Price can tell the signs of toxic gas inhalation by the way more diplomats begin wheezing and coughing wetly.

"This isn't the Russians." Kate says after Price has put her on speaker.

"How come? Looks like some terrorist shite Makarov would pull." Johnny says, his tail curled up and the tip wagging occasionally as he pays attention to the screen.

Seconds later plumes of blackish-green smog erupt from the vents above the diplomats, spewing out with such force it knocks the the camera and the man behind it down to the ground. Ash Magic, Price realizes when he sees smoldering cinders drift almost peacefully in the all consuming fog. Seconds later something causes a spark and the volatile ash magic explodes.

"Ash mage." Ghost grunts, "Just great."

"Makarov doesn't use mages." Price says, scratching his beard.

"No, but Al-Asad does." Kate's voice drifts through the silent room as they watch several APC's arrive on the scene, armored soldiers exiting. But without any monsters who can stomach the heat like Price and with the fog of ash so thick it could be cut with a knife, the best they can do is secure the perimeter. "The CIA intercepted his broadcast before it went public, this is just the start."

Gaz hops off the couch, crossing the small distance to tap one claw at the screen. "What is that?" He asks. Seemingly hearing him, the drone camera focuses on where the main entrance of the building had been.

A dark silhouette of a person can be seen in the flames, growing darker and more refined until finally a featureless helmet emerges from the flames, a deep glow emanating from behind the lenses. It's followed by a body, clothes burnt away in some parts but the flesh beneath unharmed. Price can tell immediately it's a mage by the state of the arms — even from far away it's easy to tell the mage marks, the skin turned rough and dark like cooled magma, veins brimming with volatile mana.

Before the soldiers can fire a single bullet you lift one hand up, the dark mage marks turning to bright like fresh lava when mana flows from your chest to your fingers. A magic circle etches itself into the ground in an instant, so large the surrounding buildings fall into it's perimeter.

And with a second motion of your hand everything erupts into an all consuming cloud of ash.

Laswell's voice rings out. "That's Khaled's new attack dog."

Price and Ghost share a look, both know what will happen long before some nervous soldier caught in the ash cloud pulls the trigger. The cloud of ash explodes the second a spark is created in a weapon's chamber, plunging everything into chaos.

Great, a new wanker to worry about.

Price sighs, brows furrowing. "That's trouble all right."

Tag list: @resident-cryptid @diejager @lovingtyrantkitten @lieutnt

Masterlist <- Chapter 1 (you are here) -> Chapter 2

You can imagine the helmet however you want, but it's in the style of the Devtac Ronin helmet.

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yaoyaobae · 2 years

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Hello everyone! Thank you so much for following me, its my first time sharing about my twst ocs so I’ll give it a shot ✊

Warning: Hallucinations 🙇‍♀️

Alison Wondre

School: Royal Sword Academy

Favourite food: Cookies

Pastime: Reading children’s books, Daydreaming

Family: Mother, Father, Older sister

Role: Head of Alice/Wonderland dorm

Alison is a second year student at RSA and dorm head. Unlike Riddle who upholds rules, Alison is the polar opposite of him in every way.

Alison adopts a carefree and playful attitude, he enjoys teasing uptight people until they blow (like Riddle).

He tends to mention strange things like how he saw some singing flowers the other day or his craving to take a bite out of a bread-and-butter-fly. From the way he dresses to his wild, childish imagination its no surprise that many students believe he’s gone mad. But it is agreeably fitting for someone who is head of the Alice/Wonderland dorm.

Backstory:

Alison has an older sister whom he adores greatly and spends most of his time with. When he was a young boy, he didn’t listen to his sister’s heeding to not stray off from the path and ended up falling into a deep hole in a forest. He slowly started hallucinating monsters and cried himself to sleep, wishing he had listened to his sister. Thankfully, the authorities found him a few days later and he was sent to a hospital.

However, it was clear that Alison became an entirely different person after the incident. He began telling his sister stories about funny creatures he had met during his “adventure” which was rather worrying to her. While Alison was in the hospital for a few months,he picked up several children’s picture books which he still brings around with him in school till this day. As he grew older his imagination became wilder as he forgets the fine line between reality and his “wonderland”. He takes afternoon naps to “meet his friends”. Its a given rule to never wake him up.

Of course despite his eccentric character, Alison is still a caring and reliable leader when he needs to be(just that he conveys it in his own ways). He will not hesitate to listen to a fellow dorm mate’s worries and give vague advice, hoping they can figure out the riddle. He encourages them to “stay curiouser and curiouser” as life becomes a little more colourful that way when you experience new things. When it comes to thinking out of the box, no one can beat Alison to it.

Relationships

Riddle

Alison finds joy in teasing serious individuals, namely Riddle, until they throw a tantrum. He doesn’t mind getting the magic collar so as long as he can poke fun at the red haired queen. In serious situation, Alison would cooperate with Riddle and provide creative solutions.

If both of them share a similarity, it would be the fear of being held back and stuck in a dark place alone. Like Riddle who grew up having to follow his mother’s rules and forbidden to see his friends, Alison can somewhat share the same pain as he is still afraid of not waking up and/or seeing his sister again because of his ignorance in the past.

Chenya

Alison is generally carefree around others, but when it comes to this cunning cheshire cat he will not waste a single second to curse him. Many students find it strange how two eccentrics from the same dorm can never get along. Alison finds Chenya a nuisance who disrupts his afternoon naps, often pestering him. In addition, Chenya always gives Alison close-to-useless advice even when the latter didn’t ask for any. Guess its like a taste of his own medicine 😂

While the two do not get along, they are always seen together in school bickering nonsense. Sometimes Chenya would purposely wake Alison up from his nap to share about the strawberry tart he stole from his two childhood friends, the sleepy blonde would just doze off back to dreamland while nodding his head.

End

Well, I think that is all I can share about Alison! I hope you will like him too, thank you to those who have loved him since the beginning!! Talking about my children is fun ☺️

Until next time!

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst oc #Alison Wondre #yaoyao_twstoc

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Clown Talk

Yandere Crime Harem + G.N Clown TV-Showhost Reader

Extortion. Aggravated Assault. Murder.

The list went on for the royal who had it all, and lost almost everything in one night.

A well respected and charitable figure in their community, it was a shock to the masses to see local casino owner, and frequent donor to hospitals framed on the five o'clock news for misconduct. Anyone with a good head on their shoulders and a realistic outlook on the world could see straight through the facade. Beneath that mask was a monster - every good deal that person ever committed a cover for their true goals.

Those they had helped plead their innocence. Those they had wronged tied their noose. The documents leaked to the public would tell which party was correct, wiped clean from history before the victor could be declared. Read aloud in court, each word marked a new trial at play. The execution of the rat bastard who got them into this whole ordeal in the first place.

The criminal know exactly who it was. Caught his hand in the cookie jar resembling their safe weeks ago, but they had enough of a heart to let him go for being the one person his little girl had. Not again. Day in and day out they dreamt of how they'd carry out their revenge. Splattering his brains all over the wall. Slicing him into cutlets and having a nice cookout for everyone involved. It was a beautiful dream. The one thing preventing the compete lost of their sanity. Shouldn't be too long now until their people manage to get them out and their hands around that bastard's neck. Only a matter of time-

"Quit mumbling to yourself- I can't hear the TV."

As if this hell couldn't get any worse. A desaturated rainbow flies across the television screen, showering an empty field with stars and hearts that sprout colorful flowers from the earth. The theme song for the show plays in the background; the strums of each guitar string and the voice humming along to the beat drilled into the criminal's head like psychological warfare. While the voice wasn't totally abysmal it still belonged to their greatest enemy. That fucking clown.

"Good Day, everyone! I've missed you all so much, and am so excited to meet all the new faces. Are you ready all for an exciting day of fun and new adventures?"

The few shouts of agreement make their ears bleed more. Needless to say the prison they had been thrown in was a shit hole. Terrible food, hard beds, and televisions that only played one station without interference. That neon haired, colorblock mess of an entertainer had haunted them from day one of their stay; the sounds chasing them whenever they fled to the sanctuary of their cell. Pathetically, while there were a couple naysayers, majority of the prison population had begun to actually like the show. A body hurls into the seat next to them.

"Thank fuck I didn't miss it. You staying this time, Zero?"

Zero's face wrinkles from the frown lines. 4D was a fellow intimate and the biggest fan of the show. A crook booked for various robberies who just like Zero was ratted on by an acquaintance. The nickname came from their tag including the number fourty and they thought it would be cool in unison with the one they forced onto Zero.

"I told you not to call me that."

"I get that you're some big hot-shot and "adults shouldn't be watching shows for kids.", but it's really good when you sit down and watch it. That clown ain't too bad on the eyes either."

Zero resists the urge to snap their fingers as they air quote. "I'd rather flush my head down a toilet."

"Come on! If ya watch it, I'll leave ya alone for the rest of your sentence."

That catches their attention. Armz crossed, Zero looks at the television. The set had switched to that of a kitchen as the clown speaks

"Juno has been feeling better down today, let's cheer him up with his favorite snack! Before we begin, make sure you always ask for an adults help when handing sharp objects or using the stove. Unless you are one yourself. "

With a wink, they throw an apron and go through the steps of making homemade rice treats with the audience. After putting the tray in the oven, they discreetly pull out another one with a full sheet of the treats already made. Marshmallow fluff and melted chocolate chips ooze from their sides as the clown cuts out a heart shaped piece with a cookie cutter.

"And there you go! A simple, fun activity you can do with family and friends, and even get something taste out of it. Juno prefers chocolate, but you can add a number of things to your own and let your imagination run wild."

Great. Now they were annoyed and hungry. They couldn't stand another segment.

"I'm leaving."

4D whines. "Whaaat? That was barely anything. Hey, don't go-"

They grab Zero's sleeve, but are powerless to stop them as they leave the common area and venture up to their room. Over the guard rail of the second floor, they watch the other inmates mindlessly crowded around the television screen and unironically enjoying it. They would've spat at them had it not been for the guard by their cell. Inside the room, their roommate had left the tv on and that same damned show was playing. They go to turn it off only to be cut off by a fake cry of pain.

"Ouch!"

The clown tumbles to the ground, figure looming over them off screen. They come into frame as they grip the clown's arm and helps them to their feet.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay, Juno. I know it wasn't on purpose."

The two face the screen as the clown speaks.

"Sometimes our friends do or say things that hurt our feelings. Take a breath, hear them out, but there's one important rule. Remember - forgiveness and friendship aren't always mutual. Sometimes people we may think are our friends go too far, and they believe an apology will make everything okay, but that's not always the case. The best thing you can do is forgive - and let go."

The background music is soft. The clown's smile is sincere, but an offshoot of that silly expression they had moments ago. Forgive. That weasel? There's no way in hell they could. He ruined them. Damaged their imagine. The bitterness Zero held was the only thing that pulled them forward. But what would come after they got their revenge?

"That's all for day, folks! And don't forget- you all may be my helpers, but I am here to help you the most!"

The intimate ends up watching the show until lights out. Each episode holds a new life lesson, cushioned by the silly activites prior to them and the songs the clown and their friends sings at the end. Regrettably, Zero finds their lips twitching upwards and a hushed laugh in their chest at some of the clown's jokes. When the clown visits them in their sleep, the dreams didn't seem as bad as before.

The next day Zero finds 4D in the yard. They're hesitant to speak.

"So... Why exactly do you like that clown?"

4D drops the equipment in their hand, looking flustered. "Wow, uh, why do you ask?"

"Just curious. If it's so embarrassing, I can make it worth while."

4D refuses the cigeratte they offer. "I quit. It ain't nothing serious like that, we just... talked."

Zero raises a brow. "Talked? You some kind of nutcase or something?"

"Maybe, but what I mean is I sent them a letter. After all the rush and freedom of the things I did, I was going mad in here. I got no friends, no family. At the end of every episode there's an address so I thought I'd try and send them a letter. I never expected them to respond. Hell, I thought the guards would tear it up and laugh, but neither of those predictions were true. They... helped me. More than anyone ever had in my life. Even sent me a couple things when I hadn't asked. They're all I have."

4D wipes their face with their sleeve. Zero, unsure, raises their hand to their shoulder, but falls short of a comforting touch.

"..Thanks... Take care."

Zero sits in their cell when the next show comes end. They pen down the address on the screen, wondering if they were really going to go through with this. They write out their letter and hand it off to the only guard they trust.

"What do you do, when you've lost everything."

A response comes in a week's time.

"Hey, there!

First off, I want to say thank you for sending your letter in. From the address and the others I've spoken too, I know that you're going through a really tough time. It's understandable to believe you've lost everything, but there will always be a new ladder to climb to the top so long as you try your hardest. You may be in the dark for now, but the sun will shine again for you some day."

Zero loses track of how many times they read the letter. They can see eraser marks from when the writer rewrote their lines. It was the exact same penmanship as when the clown wrote their name on a drawing they had just finished, clearing out the possibility of it being an assistant on the show. Zero crumples the envelope and throws it in the trash, but tucks the letter under their pillow.

When they are released the following month, they're found sitting in front of the community television.

"Sunshine's beautiful this time of day, isn't it?"

"B...oss, I'm sorry, please."

Zero takes another drag of their cigar as his head is dunked into the freezing waters. The silence makes the scenario one for the books, but for some reason the sun just isn't as bright as it was on those dirty screens. They exhale as the bruised male is brought out of the sea once more.

"I forgive you, and now I'm letting go." They wave to the others on the boat. "Drop him. I don't want to be late for the show."

Arriving at the studio, a whiny voice drills from behind them.

"Aw, man- you got front row seats? Switch with your ol pal. Its the least you can do since I introduced you to them."

#Clown reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere x darling #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere drabble

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moonybug444 · 1 year

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toxic!boyfriend connie who does not care!! even starts shit in front of his lil siblings :((

sunny n martin call you sissy🥹🥹n they call connie bubba!! tw both reader nd connie are lowkey abusive | name-calling | really toxic | reader may or may not be a cheater kinda left it at that.

you’re holding sunny’s tiny hand and adding the finally touches to her hello kitty themed nails, listening to her babble on nd on about this ‘cute boy from school’ n how her ‘hairs getting longer by the day’ n how shes just so excited to go shopping with you again.

you don’t mind though, in fact you love it. you’re glad she can pour her little heart out to you every once in a while when you come over. i mean she needs it, she’s technically always around boys. connie’s always got his friends over, n little martin—if not following connie around everywhere like a little puppy he’s at her hip yapping her ear off abt monster trucks and how he can do 3 pushups in a row now and as proud of him as she is, that’s definitely not what she wants to talk about.

she’s got a sparkle in her eye when you give her a cheery, ‘all done, girlfriend!’ and kiss her button nose.

she really does love you so much. she hates how mean connie can be to you sometimes.

no matter how much you try and hide it, she sees right past you. always giving you love filled hug.

connie’s walking in his little sisters room a beat later, little martin right by his side with his wolf plushy in hand. chubby cheeks dusting pink when he sees you. he’s just too darn cute. connies looking down at you n sunny sitting crisscross apple sauce on her frog shaped carpet with little nail stickers n gems scattered around.

“there you are,” he runs his hand over his tanned face, “been tryna keep ‘er all to yourself huh, sunny?” sunny giggles loud at that, popping up cheerfully n stomping over to connie.

“look what sissy did to my nails bubba!” she waves them in his face, cheeks clubbing up even more when she sees him look down at the nails, going into weird big brother mode.

hes grabbing her under her armpits and twirling her in the hair screaming that now shes ‘of the hello kitty royal family’ shes smiling impossibly wider and laughs along with martin and you.

you love how connie’s siblings excepted you almost immediately. moving from first name basis to the occasional nickname and then the sissy title fairly quick.

love how sunny’s always the first one to greet you when you step in their cozy home dragging you along, trying to spend all her time with you.

love how martin is always so much of a ‘gentleman’ to you—connie says you’re his first crush. you cant help but smile at that. ‘he’s always blabbing about you,’ connie’s mocks his baby brothers high pitch voice. ‘when’s sissy comin over connie, i wanna show her my new toy.’ and ‘m’movin away…gonna live with sissy!’

that should be enough for connie. enough for him to stop the name calling around them and the random arguements. turn on his filter at least a little!! but nope doesn’t matter when or where, when connie springer has something to get off his chest.

he’s gonna get it off n not think twice abt it.

>_<

connies laughing. laughing at you. it’s not genuine at all, he’s just trying to tick you off but it sure is working. you feel your face burning with every cackle that leaves his pink lips. acrylic nails digging into the cute mini skirt you've got on out of embarrassment.

he’s been going at it for some time now. you were upset because in the middle of chilling in the living room on the couch with sunny n martin—ponyo replaying on the tv for the nth time, he snuck up behind you, watching you scroll on depop looking at some new bikinis for a second before swiping it right outta your hand.

thinking it was just connie being silly, you ask for it back with a pretty grin on your face and a faux pout on your shiny plump lips.

but why does he look so mean? whys he chastising you for wanting your phone back? whys he embarrassing you and implying that you're a cheater in-front of his baby siblings?

because connie was bored.

‘why ya want it back so bad?’ he’s taking the hand not holding your phone and rubbing over his shabby overgrown buzz, putting on a huge smile for you before making a show of dropping it meanly. ‘got shit to hide?’

of course you don’t! you’re a lot of things but a cheater is certainty not on of them. and you tell him that.

he doesn’t listen though. pushes you down by the shoulders harshly when you try to reach up for your device and tells you ‘and stay down.’ like your some kinda dog or somethin. that’s the stuff that brings tears to your eyes.

>_<

hes not laughing as much anymore now. just letting out little giggles and trying to catch his breath. “you’re a crybaby. over a fucking joke. seriously are you—”

you keep reminding yourself that sunny n martin are watching. that you’re already a sobbing mess and you don’t need to embarrass yourself further in front of them. but all that goes out the window when hearing connie’s boisterous laugh grow louder.

“s’not about that connie! hic you-you dont fucking respect me…!” it’s true he doesn’t. you can tell he’s not even really listening to you right now, scrolling through the insta messages on your phone.

“not a fuckin cheater huh? what’s up with all the boys in your phone then huh slut?” he’s ducking the marc jacobs bag you throw at him just barely. there’s more tears pooling at your lash line. “don’ call me names you stupid asshole!” you're stomping over to him to do..something! you don't know yet, just know you wanna hurt him.

it takes a while for you to calm. connie has to hold you down after you’ve thrown half the shit in his living room at him n delivered one harsh slap to his face and scratching him up a bit. he’s calling you all sorts of names in the process. ‘slut, dumb-bitch, whore’ names that had sunny covering her little brother’s ears. it doesn’t help.

little martin’s brows are furrowed when his little sister jumps at a loud crash—its connie pushing you into the freshly restocked dishwasher, he looks up at his big sister, a pout on her lips and her little fists clenched and tucked to her sides.

connie tells them not to call anyone bad words. and if they do they’re reserved only for bad people. so martins confused.

“s’wrong sunny, big sissy’s not bad.”

>_<

you’re in connie’s room now, sitting on his bed watching him watch you. you look down.

you’ve calmed down but your still crying. connie’s wiping at your face and cooing at you. you feel your nails tighten in your skirt. he still has your phone—satisfied with the mini insta check he did—he placed it in the band of his boxers for now, he’ll check it better later. right now he needs to pacify his baby.

“s’just n-n-not fair hic connie..you take- hic take mine whenever, but hic m’not even allowed yours..” you’re nervous more than you should be, slowly looking up at his handsome face preparing for the worst. he’s already looking down, pulling you further in his lap. making sure to press a few kisses to your forehead.

“dont you ever do some shit like that in front of my siblings again,” he’s huffs, completely disregarding what you said. you wince when he’s tightening his grip on your hips and snarling at you, getting real close to your face, “all because you wanna be a fucking drama queen, you ruin the whole fucking day.”

you’re mad at him, so mad you cant help but start crying. again. you’re telling him how you didnt ruin the whole day..but your brains tellin you otherwise. theres snot coming down your nose when you tell him sorry and how you’ll never make a fuss about it again.

youre getting up heading to sunny and martin who are sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you n connie to come out the room holding hands like always.

but it’s just you with dried tears and a soft pout on your face. you’re bending down in front of them and they’re immediately pulling you into a calming hug.

>_<

you’re sleeping soundly in connie’s bed, pretty french toes peaking out of the big dark blue comforter draped over you. connie took a shower with you after completing ponyo again with sunny and little martin. you felt sleepy so he took you to his room and kissed you goodnight, promising your phone would be next to you when you woke up.

>_<

connie’s in the kitchen fridge door wide open with nothing but his plaid blue pj pants, drinking some of that good flavored coffee creamer n scratching the toned abs on his tummy, fully expecting everyone to be sound asleep. so he’s confused when he hears tiny feet running up to him followed by painless stomping on his sock clad foot. he looks down. oh, his baby brother.

he’s angry. little fist bunching up around his wolf plushy. trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“connies mean!” hes got tears in his eyes just thinking about it, “made sissy cry, s’not like a gentleman at all,” he puffs out. says ‘gentleman’ like ‘ganndleman’ and connie cannot take him fucking serious.

“alright,” he says it with a huff. lifting his wounded baby brother right off the ground, nd on his hip watching him thrash around. trying his best to hurt connie. “quit it.”

it doesn’t take long for the big boy facade to drop when connie’s rubbing his back and turning on ‘ponyo’ yet again. s’really the only movie he’ll watch. they’re chilling on the couch while martins’ sucking his thumb staring up at connie. connie’s used to his baby brothers weird habits. like staring at him 24/7 and gravitating towards connie every time he’s working out.

plopping his butt down on his brothers back when he sees him get in a push-up position.

“bubba why’d ya call sissy all those mean names,” he’s popping his fingers out his mouth, “said s’only for-for mean people..sissy’s not mean. sissy’s nice.” connie’s ruffling his head.

“s’cuz bubbas’ dumb sometimes.” he’s taking a breath. choosing his words carefully. “y’know i make mistakes too. (name) forgives me though so—”

“papa says that you learn from mistakes—”

“i have learned marty—” connie feels his brows getting pulled up.

“why do ya keep doin em them silly!” martins giggling at his brother. he doesn’t know how it’s possible—making the same mistake not once or twice but more time than he can count and still not catching up.

and connie doesn’t either.

#toxic!connie #aot connie #connie x reader #connie springer #connie springer aot #tw toxic relationship #tw toxicity #toxic!reader #was looking at pictures of sunny n martin n omg #theyre so cute #🥹🥹🥹

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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 year

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You Are My Sunshine - Jack the Ripper/Jack Smith x Reader

"A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant... Taste of death but once." - Jack Smith.

There was no true middleground between social classes within the Victorian era, and in London, people could feel that suffering the most. The rich only got richer, while the poor starved to death. Women were hardly allowed to work any legal job, thus having to retort to prostitution, while children begged on the streets, in the freezing cold and rain, and men worked themselves to death in factories.

Somewhere, in one of the cheap rooms of a brothel, a prostitute gave birth for the first time, to a rather special child; A little baby boy, conceived with so much love, a precious little thing that would take the name of his father - Little baby Jack. Though he would live in great poverty, the only money to provide for him being the little coins his mother would get from her work - He was still happy. Not only did he have his mother's unlimited fountain of love for him, but he could also read the book left behind by his father upon conceiving him; It was a book of Shakespeare's most famous works, and little Jack loved reading them, to the point that he would take all of the more notable quotes to heart.

Precious little thing, so innocent, a glimmer of hope in the bleakest world that London was for him. He would go out daily, in his raggedy clothes, to find something to eat for him mum and him - And Anne too, if she wouldn't drink so much alcohol all the time. Every day, for so long, this child had to endure multiple beatings and degrading insults, all to survive; And he did it all with a smile on his face. All for his loving and caring mother, who chose HIM, of all the others of her children, to give birth to and raise! He was the fifth child she could have had, but she chose HIM! He truly as the luckiest boy!

In the back of a bakery, little Jack would often try to get the throw-away pastries and bread that would soon go stale and needed to be discarded; It was just trash, nobody needed it anymore, did they? Still, the chef was angry with him, and with his large, strong body, he would kick at Jack's small and frail little body with such malice that was inhumane. A monster. "You again?! This rubbish bin is MY restaurant's rubbish bin! Whether it's leftovers or scraps you want from it, you'll have to pay! And if you can't, then don't ever come back, you filthy rat!" poor boy was clutching his stomach from the exorbitant about of pain he was feeling; But it was fine, if he could get some food out of it, it was worth it.

"HALT!" the authoritarian voice of a girl resounded through the back alley, followed by the rhythmic sound of heeled footsteps approaching them. Jack dared look up to see who it was - A beautiful girl, radiating like the Sun, was standing tall and proud. She must be a nobleman, Jack thought with a soft blush, admiring that beautifully embroidered light blue dress, the rich leather boots and that pretty long hair done masterfully in ringlets, accessorised with a lovely bow. "You are a man, an adult of all things, yet you dare pick on a starving child? How pathetic are you?" the little lady scoffed, looking up at the man with disgust. "Why, you...! Who do you think you are?!" the chef was trembling with anger, ready to raise his fist. "I am a noble lady of high society. I should rather say - Who do YOU think you are, raising not only your voice, but your hand at me also? I could have your business in bankruptcy, if I so desired." she played the insufferable rich brat so well, it even surprised her. "Which would be a pity, considering I quite like the food from your restaurant. Alas, I cannot tolerate the chef being abusive towards the less fortunate. Perhaps I should tell the Queen to take away your Royal Warrant for good." "H-Hold on a second, little lady! Surely, we can negotiate a little? This boy is just a beggar! He has to pay if he wants to eat my food!" the man became stunned from the awfully condescending look in her eyes. "If you don't let the starving people eat the throw-aways and scraps, then you are letting the rats and all the vermin group around and infest this place. I could have this place shut by simply telling them I saw a rat in the restaurant - Who do you think they'll believe - You, a middleclass chef? Or me, the young heiress of Duke L/N?" she unfolded her lacey fan, cunningly covering half of her face. "If you offer the discarded food to those in need, however... I might reconsider your position in this tough industry."

At once, the chef ran inside the restaurant, only to soon return with a large box full of food, which he let fall in front of the boy. "There - Is that good enough?" The lady took out a golden coin from her pretty little blue purse, and she flicked it on the ground for the chef to scramble over it like a greedy man. "For now, yes. Keep up the charitable work, Chef." the lady looked away as the chef bowed and rushed inside the restaurant.

When he was finally gone, the lady let out a sigh of relief before snapping her fan close and giggling. She crouched down in front of the boy and smiled brightly, offering him her hand to help him stand up. "I hope this food is going to fill your belly for a while." "Ahh, My Lady, you're too gracious! You needn't bother with a sewer rat like me!" the poor boy didn't even dare look at her. "No, no, I won't have that. It's not your fault you were born under such circumstances. Everyone deserves a chance in life. Unfortunately, only few are born under a lucky star. Without money, privilege and status, there is little one can do to live a comfortable and modest life." she explained as she picked both of his hands in her small, delicate ones, helping him stand up. "Can you carry the food to where you stay?" the boy's beautiful smile and blush made her feel happy. "Yes, I'll be fine. You really... You're really too kind, My Lady. I don't deserve your kindness." suddenly, Jack felt his face being cupped gently, his silver hair being brushed away from his eyes. "I've never seen such pretty hair on a boy before. And your skin is so soft also. You even have heterochromia! See - One of your eyes is the colour of the soul, a calming blue like the azure sky; And the other is the colour of love, a gentle carmine like the heart that pumps blood inside our bodies. You are very unique and special." "I-... I don't know what to say, My Lady. I... I'm really happy... Only mum ever said anything so nice about me." the pink blush gracing his features made the girl giggle sweetly. "What is your name?" the girl asked, patting his hair. "Jack. My name is Jack." Y/N nodded at him. "What a pretty name you have, Jack." she praised. "My parents are waiting for me, so I can't stay around for too long. We are going to see a theater play, you see? They are playing Hamlet. Will I be seeing you around?" "Y-Yes, if you want to see me, I'll be around!" the little boy offered a bright, toothy grin. "Alright. I will be seeing you around, then." she nodded confidently. "Oh, before I forget - If you ever find the whole world going against you, then you pay look for me. My home is a little out of London, on a pretty hill next to the forest. Ask for Lady Y/N L/N. And give them this." she took off her necklace, placing it in his palm. "Well, I suppose you can sell it if you really want to. Anyway, I'll be seeing you around. Take care, Jack."

With a pretty wiggle of her fingers, the little Lady bid her farewell before unfolding the fan and gracefully waltzing out of the alleyway, back to her parents, while the boy could only stare in shock and awe at what just happened. He was left completely mesmerised and in love with Lady Y/N and the wonderful shade that her emotions radiated around her like a Godly aura. He's never seen such a brilliant shade of blue before, he wondered what it could mean.

As Y/N returned to her parents, she told them happily about her encounter with the young boy named Jack, and how pretty he was, even despite being in an unfortunate circumstance. Though her parents knew that the social standards of the noble class dictated who to marry and even fall in love with, they were content seeing such a glowing smile of happiness on their little girl's face. Perhaps this little boy, despite being from the very lowest class, could be a nice friend for her. Her father, most of all, knew how good it was to have street-smart men as his friends, when circumstances dictated a more shrewd plan.

Likewise, Jack ran quickly back to the brothel, showing his mum and Anne the bounty he brought home, telling them in great detail his encounter with the beautiful Missy who saved him from the Chef and threatened him into being charitable with the less fortunate. He even showed off the keepsake necklace she gave him, as a promise of reunion! He was so giddy and excited to see Lady Y/N again, that he wished to go sleep faster and wake up earlier, just so the time would fly faster and meet Lady Y/N already.

As promised, Y/N would take him on carriage rides and go to the park or on flower hills, just talking about random things. He especially enjoyed it when Y/N would bring literature books over and would read to him - On the few occasions that he knew the piece of literature, he would unconsciously find himself reciting the lines at the same time as she read them. It always made them smile so cutely at each other.

With this, Y/N even started baking some pastries and desserts for him, and he loved everything she made for him so much; Though even he has to admit, her famous Apple Pie was his favourite.

On a beautiful sunset, Y/N admitted that her favourite colour was blue - It was usually a colour associated with the emotion of sadness, but Y/N never once believed so. It's such a calming and gentle colour, how can anyone feel sad when seeing it? She simply could not accept such erroneous symbolism. Jack, on the other hand, said his favourite colour is yellow - The colour of happiness, the colour of the bright, warm Sun... And unknown to Y/N, the colour that Mother's love shone.

One day however, things changed; Jack learnt the truth of Mother's love. He experienced the most painful kind of betrayal, hearing your own mother cursing you and wishing you were never born. With tears and snot running in rivers down his face, Jack watched Gold turn to a marvelous purple of Fear as he killed his mother; And the very same purple he witnessed from his supposed father, Jack Smith.

Drenched in crimson and all alone, Jack knew he had to find a reason for living, and the means to do so - He couldn't beg his whole life. He was a gentleman, and he wanted to grow up and look the like also. He took out the necklace from inside his shirt and kissed it. He wondered if Y/N would still accept him, even after she sees him in this state.

Although skeptical, the guards allowed the boy to enter the manor, but was only allowed to meet Y/N's father - A pristine man, tall and with a respectable body, wearing a monocle and a rich suit. He was everything that Jack wanted to become. Upon seeing the boy, the Father asked what happened to him - Jack found himself tearing up, explaining his mum was killed and he ran away in fear. Poor boy, he lost even the little family that he had.

"Would you like to work for us, Jack? I'm sure Y/N would be very happy to see her friend every day." the silky moustache of the gentleman twitched upwards with his smile, and the boy couldn't help but blush deeply, nodding. "I-I would love nothing more, My Lord." Y/N's Father hummed gently, petting his hair before instructing the maids to care for the boy and show him the servants' room. He will be a great gardener's apprentice. Y/N loved flowers dearly.

Though the morning started bright early, Jack was excited to have such a great place to live at and work; He didn't get to see Y/N yet, but he was told the little lady of the manor enjoys reading whilst drinking her afternoon tea, in the flower garden. Excited, Jack, under the supervision of the elderly gardener, cut a few pretty flowers and rushed to where Y/N was enjoying her tea. He extended his hands towards her, handing her the flowers. "Good afternoon, Lady Y/N!" his smile was brighter than the Sun itself, and he looked so much more adorable now, properly cleaned up and wearing fresh clothes. "Jack!" Y/N's calming blue aura turned such a blindingly bright pink of a gentle hue, like the petals of a pink rose, that Jack felt overwhelmed with happiness - He didn't know what that colour meant, but he could easily tell it was a very positive one. She threw her arms around his neck and brought him in a tight hug, kissing his cheek. "I'm so happy to see you! Are you alright? Did something happen?" Jack simply smiled at her. "I'm the happiest I've ever been whenever I'm with you!"

From the proximity, the mother and father smiled, watching the two children interact so purely with each other. It was no farce, they cared for each other deeply. For quite a few years, Jack remained as a servant to Y/N's manor, and with the kindness of her parents, he was taught the same things that Y/N was - Although she was supposed to learn more feminine things, to become a proper Noble Lady that would one day marry and what not - They did indulge in her love for science and wish to become a doctor. It was a sad thought, not being allowed to study Medicine because no University allowed women. It was a sad reality they lived in. It mattered little that their sweet girl was brilliant - They'd much rather accept subpar men than an intelligent woman.

But her parents loved her far too much to ruin her dreams.

Jack grew older though, and he didn't want to leech off of Y/N and her family's kindness, so he decided to brave the world for himself; Y/N supported everything he did. They would send each other letters weekly and Jack would tell her of his new studies and work, until finally, he received his first salary and could afford to invite his pretty lady to a nice cup of tea and some cake at his favourite restaurant.

Now in their early twenties, Jack grew a moustache, though still small, yet stylish enough for a gentleman like him, and he bought some nice clothes for himself; He didn't want to embarrass Y/N when they'd go out.

This time though, Y/N's usual bright aura was a little dimmer; A myriad of colours there, some pretty some less so; That gorgeous soft pink was still there, over her heart, but that brilliant blue was faded. The majority of her spirit was taken over by the colour of deep sadness. "It really is silly, you know? A single woman was able to abuse the loophole in our University system, and they quickly shut that opportunity for the rest of us. Not fair, is it?" she sighed, stirring the tea absent-minded with the honey spoon. "It's their loss. You would have been a wonderful medic. The field needs someone with your brilliance." Jack comforted her in his gentle and refined tone. "Well... I suppose all I can do now is to continue studying as a hobby and see if I live long enough for an opportunity like this." the young man picked her small hand in his own, squeezing it tenderly before placing a small kiss on her fingers. "The world is constantly progressing, My Lady. I am sure, soon enough, such an opportunity will present itself soon. People like you deserve only the best in life." he couldn't help but gaze in awe as that sadness was quickly overpowered by that lovely pink, every time he spoke sweet words to her. Could this emotion be...? Could it, really? "I dearly hope so, Jackie."

And sure enough, it did happen, once the London Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine was the first to accept women to study and practice medicine in their classrooms and hospital words - It became the first School of Medicine for Women. Y/N was the happiest she's ever been, and her aura looked like the most gorgeous Sunset, with the pink of love and the gold of deep happiness, and a blue of pride and content. She was so happy, in fact, that she celebrated with Jack and her parents at one of the most expensive restaurants in London.

Every time they would meet, she was overwhelmingly beautiful, and Jack couldn't contain his love for her any longer. "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest!" he quoted Shakespeare to her, as they walked through the flower gardens of her home. For once, it was time for her to have her porcelain cheeks all warm and flustered, as they looked at each other, the gentle light of the golden hour caressing them. "I may not have status, nor wealth, but my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." Y/N felt breathless as so deeply in love; If only their beautiful love story won't turn the same way as that of Romeo and Juliet. "Oh, Jack. I've loved you since the day I first met you, when we were children. There is no one else other than you that I would wish to spend my life with." and her parents hoped to have Jack as a groom, for there was no one alive that could love and cherish their little girl the way Jack did.

All was well, and Y/N was experiencing pure bliss; Not only was her love life perfect, but her studies were excellent. But with practicing in the hospital, came returning home at late hours into the night, and everyone knew how unsafe the streets of London could be, especially for young women, let alone beautiful and rich like Y/N. Come 1888, a serial killer began terrorizing London, massacring poor women who worked in the sex industry. He wasn't just killing them - He was mutilating them, expertly removing their wombs, and when his sick fantasies were done, he'd discard them on the ground, with their legs open for all to see their shame. By November, already five women were murdered, and for the first time, Jack could see not only the deep Purple Fear taking over his lover's aura, but her unsettling was visible on her face and demeanour also.

"This is horrible, absolutely horrible!" Y/N moaned in distress. "How could one man be so cruel as to torture someone like this - Five someones, no less!" the woman sighed, sipping on her calming tea. Thankfully, Miss Alice, one of their favourite bakery's employee, came over with their apple pie. Jack's reaction was so childlike and pure that Y/N felt a little more at ease. "Jack the Ripper is at it again, huh... How scary." Alice agreed with Y/N. "Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. It's from Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. Monsters created by the human imagination are often scarier than the real ones. If we found out his true identity, Jack the Ripper may turn out not to be that big of a deal, hm?" Jack smiled gently at Alice. "Oh, that makes sense." she nodded, before being distracted by two journalists working on the Jack the Ripper case, on the table nearby, who ran away quickly to continue their work.

From the opposite side of the street, the trio watched as a young lady selling newspapers was shamelessly pushed aside, causing her to fall to the ground, dropping one of the papers in a small puddle of water, ruining half of it. Her distress was great - She would be losing her money, instead of earning some. But Jack went over to her, and smiled tenderly, offering her a coin for the paper, before returning to his coffee. He knew what it was like, starving and needing to do anything to survive - Now that he could afford a better life, he tried to help anyone who deserved, like this Miss Sophie.

"That girl... Her name is Sophie. She recently lost her mother, and because her father is a drunkard who refuses to work hard, she now does all sorts of jobs in order to support her little brother." Y/N couldn't help but look at her with a saddened look. "Is there no way we can help her?" she found herself whispering. "By the way, you're a kind person. You bought the same newspaper as the one you were just reading." Alice smiled proudly at Jack. Jack simply looked down, hiding his smile. "I just felt... Like reading the same newspaper again." he demurely replied. "Oh no, it's getting late. Forgive me, Jack, my classes are starting soon. I will be coming home late tonight, so please don't wait for me." she rushed up on her feet, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. "I hope you sleep well tonight." "I hope you have an easy day at the hospital today, my darling." Jack blushed softly, smiling back and waving her goodbye, watching as she rushed for the nearest carriage. "You are one lucky man, Mr. She's quite the lovely lady." Alice giggled at him. "Yes, I truly am lucky."

That night, Y/N wasn't going to be so lucky one night, when she left the hospital at such a late hour into the night, on a rather chilly night. Y/N kept a shawl over her head, terrified out of her mind and continuing to sing a little tune in her head, a lullaby that her mother always sang her. It never failed to give her some courage, even when she was petrified with fear. So was now, as she rushed down the cobbled alleys of London.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take My sunshine away

Her heart trembled, repeating that lullaby over and over again - Until she got called by a man's voice. She gulped. "Oi, missy." she could feel his terrifying breath on the back of her neck. "How much?" "H-How much wh-what?" her body was frozen with fear; The man could easily run her down and overpower her if he wanted to. "How much do you sell your filthy whore body for?"

Y/N couldn't even scream for help as the stranger slammed a chloroform napkin over her nose, holding an iron grip on her body. She couldn't even struggle, he was far too strong for her. "Gah, whenever a dirty little slut like you is near me, my whole body gets incredibly itchy." Y/N felt her vision warping and her body growing progressively lax. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll help you. I'll set your soul free from that disgusting body of yours, so that you can go to heaven..."

No matter how much she prayed to be rescued by Jack or her parents, her consciousness faded, and she was left a prey to Jack the Ripper. The culprit dragged her to his home, stripping her naked and placing her on a wooden table in his work room. The walls were plastered with tens and tens of perverted pictures of the women he mutilated over the years. The killer was humming a little tune as he prepared his utensils and camera, ready to rip her to shreds so that the world can see her for the whore she truly is. "I will cleanse you from your sins. I will cleanse this whole world, on God's behalf." he grinned wickedly, gazing upon the face of the woman afflicted by a deep sleep. "But you Gods, will give us some faults to make us men." the killer immediately turned to the intruder, threatening him with a knife. "However... From those faults, ultimate tragedy is born. It's rather ironic." Jack hummed softly. "Don't come any closer! Just what the hell are you doing in another person's apartment?!" the journalist turned killer, Luke Evans, shouted at him. "What am I doing? I'm here to bring my soon-to-be wife at home, you see. I feared she might run into danger when returning from the hospital, and I wished to walk her back to safety. Alas, you caused her great distress and even endangered her life. That, I cannot forgive."

Luke simply grinned wickedly at Jack, threatening to kill him - He knows who he truly is, so he must be eliminated. He was pretty good with a knife, no wonder, considering how many people he killed. Jack would be the first man he disposes of - Or so he'd wish.

"The colour of the emotions that this eye can see... They are works of art that only I can create." Jack smiled, pointing at his crimson left eye. "Such magnificent malice." his smile turned into a mad hatter grin, watching the blood dripping from his piano wire after slicing off the journalist's arm clean. As he attempted to run, Jack threw two of his own scalpels into the back of his shins, causing him to topple over on the ground.

Jack watched as the killer slumped on the ground, his back against the wall; And he sat on his lap, cradling his face. "There are two things on earth, more beautiful than anything. One, is the sunset colour of pure love that my darling Y/N has whenever she looks at me..." Jack huffed in amusement. "And the other... It's that moment when all other emotions are overtaken and dyed in the colour of fear." he grinned impishly. "Anger. Envy. Hate. Disdain. Arrogance. All this time I've been looking for a person who had nothing but filthy emotions residing within them - And you were superb. Now let me see it, Jack the Ripper." he placed the tip of a small knife in the middle of his forehead. "Now please try to imagine how this knife penetrates deeply... Into that brain of yours." not Luke's shrieks, nor his sobbing and tears could stop Jack from slowly pushing the blade deep inside his skull, until he was reduced to nothing but a blinding purple of Fear, and then death. "EXCELLENT! WHAT A NICE COLOUR!"

Jack's delight was great, but now that Jack the Ripper was dead, he had to get his darling Y/N out of this hell. He gazed upon her, laying there, on the wooden table, covered by a single filthy sheet - What a disgusting wretch, attempting to soil her, even daring to associate her pureness and innocence with that of a whore - As though those poor women were selling their bodies because they wanted to, not out of need of survival. "My darling, I have failed you. Forgive me." though it felt awful, looking upon her gorgeous body, untouched by any man - He had to dress her back in her pretty clothes and return home. Somewhere on the table though, he found all of Luke's savings, and he grinned. He wrote a quick letter to Miss Sophie, and was ready to make an Anonymous donation.

Jack held Y/N up in his arms like a princess before setting the apartment aflame, along with all of the evidence of the murder... Or the identity of the serial killer. "London bridge is burning down... Burning down, burning down. London bridge is burning down... My Fair Lady." he hummed as he casually walked through the busy streets of London, and towards the manor.

The man felt a bit of stirring in his strong arms, and he smiled; Y/N was awaking. She fluttered her beautiful eyes open, only to squeal and attempt to struggle away.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take My sunshine away

That lullaby... That voice... "Jack?!" she calmed down as she looked up at his smile. "Wh-What happened?" "I went over to the hospital to walk you home, but by the time I arrived, you were asleep in a chair. Must have been a pretty exhausting night, hm? Don't worry, my sweetling. I got Alice's famous Apple Pie with Cheddar Cheese, and the sweetest tea, just for you. You can sleep after you ate a little." Jack reassured her, speaking in the gentlest voice he could muster. "R-Really? I fell asleep? Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry, you should have woke me up! You didn't have to carry me so long, your arms must be killing you!" the man smiled at her adorable worrying, shaking his head. "A gentleman always takes care of his darling Lady." he hummed proudly. "You're always safe with me." "Oh, Jack." she threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face in his shoulder. "I just had the most awful dream. The whole thing with Jack the Ripper must have truly scared me half to death." she was clearly still in distress. Hopefully, for as long as she thinks it was just a dream, she can rest easy. "I dreamt that I was walking home from the hospital, and this guy kidnapped me and tried to kill me. It was awful, so awful." "I kiss thee with a most constant heart." Jack pulled his lady into a sweet kiss, shifting her mind away from such a nightmare. “A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.” "If this is your way of telling me not to worry, then I love it." she giggled so adorably, that Jack could see not a single trace of that fearful purple anywhere. What a success.

And as promised, he returned her home, placing her on her bed and allowing her time to change in her sleeping wear as he brought over that famous apple pie and brewed her tea. Though it was already around afternoon, he was content with just laying in bed next to her, holding her close to his chest and soothing her mind, caressing her hair. She looked so peaceful, sleeping like that. So beautiful, so innocent, glowing a wonderous blue, content and calm.

Come the next afternoon, Jack brought Y/N over to the flower garden, her favourite place; As the Sun began to set, and the sky's colours mimicked Y/N's beautiful emotions, the silver haired man fell on one knee. “I would not wish any companion in the world but you. I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange? Nay, for love comforteth like sunshine after rain. Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life.” he took out a velvety box, revealing a beautiful ring, golden, with a pink gem, symbolising the gentle colour of the love they shared. "Y/N, my darling, you are my most beloved sunshine, in this bleak, grey world. Will you marry me?" Y/N felt tears streaming down her cheeks as she squealed a loud 'Yes!' and threw herself into his arms. "I love you so much, Jack. There's no one else I'd want to live my life with, but you."

With one true love's kiss, Jack and Y/N sealed their eternal love for each other; Her parents were just as happy for them, completely ignoring the scrutiny and scolding from the other nobles for not marrying their daughter for political reasons. Their wedding was small and intimate, not wanting to involve the whole damn high society and have their perfect moment ruined by the gossips of those jerks.

Life couldn't be better for them; Truly, two souls bound for eternity, in life and above, were to be forever happy...

Though just like the tale of Romeo and Juliet, no love is eternal. Y/N's parents might have allowed them to marry, but life did not allowed them a long life of joy. No matter how much Jack wanted to shield his darling wife from the knowledge of his secret identity, an assassin for the Government, taking down whatever big guy might terrorise the underground... The way he killed Jack the Ripper, the way he took down a cannibal knight who ate children, and a terrorist organisation naming themselves Mother Goose...

Alas, these last ones not only almost killed him by blowing up the bridge he was standing on... But they did the unthinkable. As Jack returned to Y/N's manor one evening, giddy to gift her the pretty fan he found in a new fashion store that opened on the main street, he saw a large fire up the hill. Though horrified, Jack rushed up the hill and to the manor, yelling Y/N's name desperately, but no one answered. He could barely see, his eyes blurred with tears from the stinging smoke and the scared tears. He foolishly burst inside the burning mansion, searching for Y/N and her parents. They were all lying on the ground, dead, in a pool of their own blood. The poor man had to drag their bodies outside, all by himself, though Y/N's he held on, sobbing as he held onto her tightly, his tears raining down on her.

Why? Just, why? Why her? Why them? Y/N and her family were known to be the kindest of the noble families, so why would anyone want them death? It wasn't fair; Why were the most beautiful souls the ones ripped away from existence so cruelly? Why was he not allowed any lasting happiness? What did he do wrong in this life, or before even being born, that he remained so unfortunate, and continued to bring misfortune to everyone he encountered? His mother, his father, Anne, Y/N, even that little lady Sophie from whom he just bought a newspaper and sent some money. None were safe from him.

“When you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.” were his last words to his wife, the last thing he had in her memory being the necklace she gifted him as children.

When he died, or how, none cared, for Mr. Anonymous was no one; He was just a ghost, a phantasm, wandering about aimlessly, barely surviving, all alone in the world, with the only comfort to caress his heart being the criminals he killed, and the perverted satisfaction he got out of seeing that magnificent shade of purple that only the fear overwhelming them could create.

When next he woke up, he was in a gazebo, drinking tea, and a lady named Brunhilde spoke to him. He was to become one of Humanity's fighters in this fight for mankind's survival - Ragnarok, the fight between Gods and Humans. She explained how he can only hurt a God with the aid of Divine Treasure weapons and what not; Though, when asked how to address him, he simply smiled.

Jack the Ripper, the famous Prostitute Killer.

Yeah, that name suited him well enough.

He will be battling in the fourth round against the mighty Heracles, who graciously agreed to transform the arena into a perfect mimicry of London, and with the aid of the little Valkyrie lady, Hlokk, he had every chance to win - If he played his cards right. He only wondered what Y/N might think, if she were to see him under the alias of Jack the Ripper, the man who almost killed her. Fairly speaking, because of his involvement with Mother Goose, he DID end up indirectly causing her death, and for that, he is eternally regretful.

The whole lot of humanity was not only confused, but enraged also - Why would they send the scummiest vermin to ever walk the earth to represent them in a fight? His Godly opponent also was disgusted, seeing that he had to fight not a respectable, honorable warrior, but... A bloodthirsty serial killer who ripped the lives of so many innocent women.

"Jack...!" though he couldn't hear through his fight, someone was shocked to see the love of her life having taken the alias of a disgusting killer, along with such witty tricks which he came up with on the go, constantly lying about his weapon, using piano wires along with countless knives, deceiving the God and so much more. But this Heracles was a resilient powerhouse, and when he expected least, Jack got his precious monocle destroyed. Ahh, this monocle he had was to honour the legacy of his dear father-in-law, what a shame. Now the whole world had to see his crimson eye, and that perverted love for colourful emotions he had.

Y/N only stared at the man before her, surprised to see his true character unfold; In a way, he was a complete other person - But in other ways, he was the same Jack Smith he knew. How confusing. Still, she was going to root and cheer for the man she loved, for her heart would clench in sheer terror whenever he'd get hurt, same as when he climbed up the Big Ben clock, only to make the whole building collapse on the God. What an insanely shrewd scheme, yet it didn't yet defeat Heracles.

Finally, Jack was forced to admit, the true Divine weapons was never any of the things he threw at him, but his own gloves - Practically speaking, the whole arena became a weapon to kill a God. Heracles, through this fight, figured out that his human opponent can, weirdly enough, see the colours of people's emotions - He was so flattered that he blushed, that Jack! "The colours of emotions that I can see are works of art that only I can create!" he declared blissfully. He spoke not only of the beauty that his wife's love for him was, but also, the excellent shade of purple that only sheer fear could generate. "You... Have lost." Heracles declared boldly, calling him out for giving into despair, allowing himself to succumb to the hedonistic pleasures of killing. For the first time, Jack could see such a pure colour of a remarkable Gold, like the Sun. Heracles loved humans so much, even despite their flaws and foolishness. He only ever wanted to bring them on the right path, to save them. He loved humans with all his heart.

This emotion... This sunset of colours... Jack never even dreamt that he would see it again! The colour of his darling Y/N! Right in front of him, in the guise of his opponent! "Jack the Ripper - I will save you from your suffering!" with such a bold statement, Heracles called forth the Hounds of Hades; High gamble, high risk, high reward - Though no matter how sneaky Jack was, not even he was safe from the God's mighty hits, and he received a powerful punch to the face. He tried to run away, using the grappling hook, but mid-jump he got punched away by the God, and he fell to the ground, impaling his torso into the metal fence underneath.

"JACK!" his pain was unbearable, but her had to fight through the agony - With a groan, he managed to rip away the metal bar from his body, panting in exhaustion. "JACK, DON'T GIVE UP! YOU CAN DO IT!" what a familiar voice - Was he hallucinating? It couldn't be, could it? His sweet Y/N couldn't be there, watching him die for her, can she? She should see him in such a state, nor should she witness the atrocious trickery he was capable of, bringing down the whole damn building to crush the God.

Heracles' colour remained the same through all this, and though it amused Jack, his body burnt with agony. "Ahh, forgive me - I just missed seeing this colour so much! The colour of true love! I missed it so much since my wife died!" he grinned, using his own blood to paint it even wider. "Forgive me, but I'm going to change your colour!" "Just you try! Just you try to change my colour!" Heracles provoked him. "Yes... Let us create the ultimate finale!" Jack theatrically called out; They engaged in a ferocious hand to hand combat, and though Heracles was missing the arm that Jack cut off, he was doing just fine punching away at the human's frail body, sending him flying away, rolling pitifully onto the ground.

"JACK, GET UP! DON'T GIVE UP! YOU CAN DO IT!" is that truly Y/N? She was the only person that would ever cheer on him, right? If she was there, he had to fight. He had to win. From his blind spot, Jack created a diversion, using the pole he was impaled with to hit away at the God's face - He got roughly punched to the ground, and he wasn't moving. Damn, that was really painful.

"We should have never entrusted humanity on that scum of the earth." one of the humans in the stands spat. "I don't see YOU fighting for mankind!" Y/N hissed at him. A woman next to her, drinking heavily from a large bottle, also seemed to sneer at them. "Why don't you go and fight the Gods, then? Think you can do any better?" she held a worried look on her face. "That boy went to fight them, all on his own." "Miss, do you know Jack?" Y/N looked at her with wonder. Anne nodded, looking at him with pity. "Yes. He was a doomed child, birthed at my brothel by one of the prostitutes there. The only reason she didn't abort him like the others was a silly promise with some script-writer named Jack Smith who promised to marry her one day. Silly woman, falling prey to nonsense promises from lecherous men." Y/N stared in shock at the worried woman, though now, some things were beginning to make some sense. "He was the one who killed his parents, didn't he?" Anne nodded slowly. "But he's not Jack the Ripper, I can reassure you of that!" Y/N declared boldly. "I know this because my parents took him in, and we grew up together. We even married at some point. And when Jack the Ripper was at large..." Y/N gulped, remembering that awful nightmare. It was definitely a reality. "It was our Jack who saved me from the real Jack the Ripper." she spoke softly. "It doesn't matter if Jack never really had a real name, or if he just wanted to take the piss out of people by invoking a serial killer's name as an alias. I know my husband, and he'd never hurt any innocent person! My husband has a good heart, and he's the sweetest man in the world! I have faith in him, so Lady, please, cheer on him with me." Anne stared at the younger one with deep shock, only to end up grinning and pulling her into her side. "What a lucky boy, finding a catch like you. I'm sure our little boy was truly happy with you."

With both Anne and Y/N calling out his name, cheering on him, Jack was able to smile, dragging himself up on his feet. "London Bridge is broken down. Broken down, broken down... My fair lady..." he hummed weakly, looking up at the night sky. With difficulty, he managed to drag himself in front of the God again, reaching to attack with his metal pole, only to get punched down to the ground. Finally, the opportunity arose, and Jack, with his hands covered in his own blood, he was able to use his own crimson life essence to impale his hands into the God's body, bringing forth his death. "Dear... God... That is the name of this technique." Jack smiled weakly. "I dedicated it to you." "You've been very impressive throughout this whole fight." Heracles' praise shocked the human. "What is the colour of my heart now? Has it changed?" Jack smiled dearly. "No. I have lost." the God's colour was truly magnificent, even in his last moments. "I will never change. Don't forget it. At all times I..." Heracles embraced Jack. "Will love humans." "O God, what a truly stubborn person you are." Jack's voice was filled with love as he watched the smiling God shattering before his eyes. "That was a fantastic fight. I'm sorry I shouted at you." Heracles was no more.

With Jack the Ripper being declared the winner of the fourth match, the little Valkyrie lady returned to her humanoid body. Though she remained a little guarded around him, with their souls bound, she now understood him better... But Jack had no better understanding of the emotions he was feeling after killing Heracles. "You can't even show sadness at such a sad time, can you? You really are a pitiable person." she declared, only to realise she was drenched in blood and desperately needed a shower. As she flew away, she warned him to rush to the infirmary, his injuries were bad enough.

With every step he took towards the exit of the arena, and even when he struggled to pick his hat on the ground, he could only think of the only two people who ever truly loved him, who ever truly cared for him at all. His mother's love was fake, he hated that pretended colour - But Y/N, Heracles... Never before has he met anyone as genuine as them. "If I could have any wish granted... I would wish to see you two again." he fell on his knees, his body failing him from the arduous fight he just had, though as he tried to stand up, he was hit in the head with a rock, making him bleed. Not only the Gods, but the humans also, were throwing rocks at him, cursing him for winning, for killing their beloved Heracles.

What appears beautiful, is filth, someone said.

"Hang in there, Jack!" out of nowhere, half of his wish came true, as he watched the silhouette of his most beloved person running at him. She rushed to throw her arms around him, but he couldn't hold back the groan of agony from his sustained injuries. "Damn, I'm so stupid - Forgive me, I forgot about your wounds. Come on, let's get you treated. I heard the doctors here can do magic that no human can, when it comes to healing." she put his arm around her shoulder, helping him walk. As more rocks were flung their way, Y/N's mother, father, and even Anne came over to defend them, opening parasols. "Silly man. Taking on the alias of one of the most hated men in the world. What was in your head, anyway?" she scolded him lightly. "Ahh, no matter, I'm just so happy you're alive." she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "My dear sunshine." Jack smiled, allowing himself to be taken to the infirmary. The medics took care of him, and when he was bandaged up and ready to go, he left the hospital wing. Y/N was waiting right outside, all alone.

With no words spoken, Y/N guided him to the kitchen where she brewed some tea for him. It was just like old times, when they'd have afternoon tea together. How nostalgic. "Aren't you mad at me for lying to you? Or for getting you killed?" "Nope." she popped casually. "For starters, I have no memory of the time of my death, so that matters naught to me. Even if through some circumstances, I was implicated and killed because of your envolvement in something, it's null. Secondly - I know the man I married. I know you tried to make me believe being kidnapped by Jack the Ripper was just a nightmare. And I know your real name isn't even Jack Smith." she smiled at his flabbergast expression. "But none of that matters to me. I fell in love with you, not any identity you chose to use at each moment of your life." "I don't deserve your love and kindness." Jack's comment only made her scoff at him. "This sounds like our first conversation, as children. Let's not have a repeat of that." she huffed. "Anyway, I was wondering - What colours do I have? And do you like them?" Jack smiled, a soft blush covering his cheeks as he held Y/N's hands, kissing them. "My darling, though you are my shining sunshine, the colours of your pure care for me burn bright like the sunset sky, and your gentle love is as delicate as the gem of your ring."

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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here is a little introduction to the original fantasy world i came up with for the eflorr trilogy.

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Welcome to the world of Tyhmalaa. Our stories take place on the continent of Aton where the two major kingdoms (Eflorr and Obelón) have had a feud spanning decades.

here is a little list of facts to give you a sense of what kind of realm this is:

currency: platinum, gold, silver and copper

monsters: yes

magic: no

calendar: the year is just divided by the four seasons (each with 90 days in them) with 7 days in a week (Moonsday, Tidesday, Windsday, Thundersday, Fogsday, Stormsday and Solarsday) and the year shift is on the longest night of the year on the 30th day of winter

year the first story begins: 856 PR (post-rimesunder, an ancient white dragon that once froze the entire continent of Efira for 2 centuries till he was slain)

climate: the weather in Aton goes through all four of the standard seasons (sping, summer, autumn and winter), though most of the stories take place on the northern side of the continent, so it is on the colder side.

religions: there are multiple gods people worship (some notable ones are: Apa – goddess of wilderness and the sea, Kotris – goddess of knowledge, Cicero – god of war and peace, Zondür – god of atonement and love, Sona – goddess of life and death)

kingdoms on the continent: Eflorr (capital: Borün) and Obelón (capital: Ingorn)

maps and doodles:

it took me around 30 hours of work to draw all of these, but it was super meditative.

map of the continent of Aton.

⊠ squares = capitals

⊗ circles = smaller towns

△ triangles = speciality locations

the continent of Efira is located to the north east of Aton.

Fort Borün. The ivy-covered stone castle on the top of the cliff is home of the royal family of Eflorr.

Elm Square. The beating heart of Borün, it is not only a central meeting place for all, but also the district where the majority of the city's shops, taverns, etc are. The town square gets especially sparkly during the seasonal festivals with booths are stalls crowding the market.

Willow Grove Cemetery. As the name would suggest, a large weeping willow tree grounds this cemetery that it is built around. Although Eflorr as a whole commonly isn't very religious, this graveyard does house a few alters and shrines to various deities.

The Valerian Ward. You'll find all manner of schools, museums, as well as Borün's beautiful aquarium in this part of town.

The Port of Borün. The city's docks are always bustling with excitement and possibilities.

The Western Farms. Up on the hill that swiftly blossoms into The Noll Woods, are a plethora of rolling fields and cosy cottages.

The Beach. Down the little steps on the northern side of the docks is not the only way to access this cove. Though the steep path some way further north is no secret, not everyone is privileged to the knowledge that the castle's cellar opens up into a cave system that leads out onto the beach. Created as a safety measure and a last resort for the royals to escape, the tunnels most commonly got used by the young royals as a daring playground.

The Tulip Neighbourhood. The homes in this part of town have generous courtyards that bring the households together.

The Dandelion Quarter. Part residential, this neighbourhood also houses a grand park (The Riverview Public Park), where combat courses/training are held every weekend, as well as The Water Lily Orphanage.

The Snowdrop Sector. For those not inclined for the bustle of the city's centre but still want to live close enough to the action often settle down in a little cottage out in this district. Many also chose to retire out here, living out the rest of their days in a cabin by the sea.

The Barracks. Through the main gate lies a grand courtyard to welcome you to the castle. The surrounding buildings are designated mainly for the wardens. There are living quarters for them, training areas, armoury, small stables that also house the royal horses, as well as the city's small garrison.

The Western Wing. In here lies many of the more public spaces: throne room, ballroom, banquet hall, servants quarters, the kitchen, war room, the meeting room that's utilised mostly for gatherings with the town council.

The Conservatory. This secluded greenhouse was built as a memorial to King Edward III. who apparently had quite the green thumb.

The Topiary Garden. A private courtyard separating the two main buildings is a serene space where one can come sit on a small bench and listen to the trickling water of the fountain in the centre.

The Eastern Wing. This part of the castle is home to the royal's private chambers as well as numerous other spaces such as the library.

The castle also has a basement that's not only utilised for storage (both of common items as well as the most precious that's kept safe in the grand vault) it also connects to a tunnel system that leads all the way out onto the beach.

#eflorr au #lea’s writing

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 8 months

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Let me just say I love your writing. And I have a request! Skellies of your choice, with a s/o who's the heir to the throne of monsters. Their the only child of Asgore and Toriel who lived to adulthood. And because both of their siblings are “dead” this makes them the future Queen/king of monsters. They are trying to help their future kingdom and monsterkind best they can, but they're really reserved and do it from the background. I hope you have a good day or night <3

Undertale Sans - He's the nanny lol. The King and Queen have a lot of things to do for their duty, unlike Sans, who doesn't have much to do all day long. He loves the kid, he's always a bit excited when he gets to spend some time with them. Since Papyrus is working, it helps him to not feel too lonely, and he can teach the kid a lot of things. Well, not all of these things are good things, he's still a prankmaster, but he's still teaching them. He missed being a big brother.

Undertale Papyrus - He's the official sports coach for the royal heir with Undyne and he's so excited about it. Turns out they are awful teachers and every session turns horribly wrong, like that time Undyne decided to test the prince's survival instincts by throwing them from a cliff, and Papyrus, horrified, jumped right behind the child. And then Undyne, excited... Jumped as well. They all crashed in the trees but more importantly with no way to return and had to camp there for three days...

Underswap Sans - He's not too close to the royal family anymore since he's on the Surface, it's more his brother's thing. However, he's the kid personal security guard when Alphys is not available, so they bonded through the little time they got to spend together. Blue likes the kid and thinks they will be a great King/Queen later. He saw their soul, they're a good kid.

Underswap Papyrus - He's the kid's nanny as well, but he was quite the obvious choice to the royal family as Honey loves kids and most of the kids in the Underground always ran to him when they had problems. Honey is their second father. He's part of their education, and he's taking care of them whenever the King and Queen are busy. Even once all grow up, Honey is still very protective of that baby he saw grow up. He's going to cry so much the day they'll take the throne.

Underfell Sans - So, Toriel has trust problems and decided that when she's out in town, he would take care of the child, without really asking him if he wanted that or not. Red is so scared of what will happen to him if something happens to the child that he doesn't bond that much with them. He keeps a safe distance at all times. Even if Toriel is way better than what Asgore used to be, she still has some of his manners and he's not too fond of them.

Underfell Papyrus - He's the child combat instructor and he's always excited to train them and teach them what he learned younger. He actually loves it so much that there's a chance he might try to find a job similar to this on the surface. He will make sure the kid is the best fighter ever, and he won't stop training them until they are able to go harass Undyne in her own house and beat her ass up for no reason. He will cheer so much the day it will happen.

Horrortale Sans - If it's Toriel's kid, it's family, so there's a high chance Oak considers them as some sort of nephew. Well, of course, being king or queen doesn't mean that much in their situation, so... At least it's a fresh beginning. He's just happy to have a kid running in the farm and getting excited on the small things. Someone who is not even judging added to that because well, they grew up seeing them all the time, so.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's the kid's second mom. Toriel can be pretty tired sometimes, and when it happens, he's there to take care of the child. He lectures them when he needs to, and tries to educate them on many subjects, particularly on how to help on the farm, or be nice to others, or cooking sessions! He's very proud of them as they grow up to be very kind and reasonable, and he knows it's a little thanks to him.

Swapfell Sans - He's kinda relieved because it means Toriel doesn't consider him anymore as her heir and that's the best news ever. However, she ordered him to be the heir's private teacher... He was not too enthusiastic about that at first, but the kid is nothing like Toriel, and eventually, Nox grew too attached. He's hoping a little as well that he can make them a better ruler than their mother. A lot of things need to change in the monarchy, he wants to help them to realize it.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's forbidden to go near the child lol. Toriel hates him and considers him a traitor so... That doesn't prevent him from being the annoying uncle when the kid is training with Nox at home, pranking the kid and his brother just to get a reaction. And yes, maybe he's jealous of all the attention the kid gets from his brother.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's declared public enemy because the royal family is too scared he might kill the heir to take the throne or manipulate them to gain access to it. He has no contact with the heir whatsoever because the King and Queen know he's a little shit, that he is NOT trustworthy, and that it's best he stays very far away. That doesn't prevent Wine from pulling stings in the background so the heir meets people he wants to meet :) But the royal family doesn't need to know that.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Because of his brother, he's not authorized to get near. Unfortunately for the royal family, the heir somehow got attached to Coffee and escaped the castle a few times a week to visit him. Coffee is freaking out every time it happens both because he's scared Wine will do something to them, and because he's terrified the King and the Queen will have his head if they caught him with the kid. Why can't he be a normal introverted guy locked in his room doing nothing? He doesn't want to get involved with politics, but politics somehow always finds him!

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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antimatterz · 1 year

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a penny for your thoughts

gepard landau x gn!reader

you've harbored feelings for the captain of the silvermane guards for a long time, and you finally decide to tell him the truth.

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the city of belobog was quiet after nightfall.

usually you had no business outside after sundown, but you just so happened to run into gepard on your way home and winded up in a conversation that seemed to last forever. you were on really good terms with the captain of the silvermane guards, even managed to find the person he was beyond the tough facade he put on.

and you managed to fall for that person.

by now, you had kind of ran out of topics to talk about, but that didn't really matter. the silence that lingered between the two of you was simply comfortable. the only sound you heard were gepard's footsteps, for his feet were clad in iron armor that shifted and groaned with every step he took.

did you ever mention how dashing he looked in his armor? the silver shone in the moonlight, and the blue scarf danced on the evening breeze. he looked majestic, and his royal blood showed so clearly.

his ocean eyes were calm and serious as he gazed ahead of him, walking so close to you that your hands touched every now and then – and oh, a whole zoo awakened in your stomach every time it happened. you were so afraid that gepard saw your blush every time he glanced sideways, but he hadn't commented on it yet.

it all started a year ago. fragmentum monsters had infiltrated the city and you were cornered. you had feared for your life back then, and you knew all too well that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your knight in shining armor appearing right on time. he had held your hand, worried blue eyes gazing into yours as he asked you if you were okay. you told him yes, but in the meantime, your heart was doing somersaults in your chest because aeons, he was handsome. a few days later, you ran into him again, and you took the opportunity to thank him profusely for saving you that night. who knew that he would offer to exchange numbers, his cheeks dusted in a shade of pink that matched yours. ever since that day, you grew to like him, and you sort of expected him to share the feeling. but you were both beating around the bush, and though your every rendezvous was no longer awkward, there was always an elephant in the room.

you could feel it. it lingered in the air between you as unspoken words, it was obvious from the not-so-secret gazes you often exchanged. but he didn't speak up about it, which you couldn't blame him for because you also kept quiet.

the plaza of the administrative district was abandoned, which was a pretty strange sight since it was so lively during daytime. you were getting closer to your residence, but the idea of going home already did not sit well with you. you stole a glance at gepard, admiring his stunning side-profile before he turned to face you. he offered you a hesitant smile, and you returned it before looking ahead of you again.

you crossed the plaza, the evening breeze tugging on your hair as you pondered. it was crazy to realize that this unspoken infatuation already went on. wasn't it about time to speak up about it? but if you did, would it ruin your friendship with gepard? though you were pretty certain he felt at least a little something for you, you were hesitant to rely on a hunch.

"you're quiet tonight," gepard remarked after a while, lightly touching the back of your hand to get your attention. "a penny for your thoughts?"

you looked at him, and found his curious blue eyes solely on you. now what? what were you supposed to do? come clean about your true thoughts, or come with a silly excuse? you've been running from your feelings so long, and every time you met with gepard, it itched more.

you made up your mind. it was now or never.

"i was thinking about you," you confessed. "about us, maybe."

your words took gepard by surprise, and he came to a halt. it was strangely quiet without the sound of his armor clicking against the pavement, and it made you all too aware of the situation you just created. there was no turning back now.

"about us?" gepard echoed. "what do you mean?"

"you wanted to know my thoughts, didn't you?" you stated, your voice faltering nervously. "i've liked you ever since you saved my life that night, and though i tried to keep it a secret to protect our friendship, i just can't hold it in anymore."

gepard gazed at you wordlessly, his armor glinstering in the light of the street lamps that surrounded the plaza. now it was his turn to blush, but although he usually looked away to hide it, now he kept his eyes on you. he appeared to be processing your words, the meaning of them, the weight of them, until he finally grasped it. you just confessed to him?!

now you realized so as well; you just confessed to gepard?!

"y/n..." the captain began, before he trailed off. he heaved out a sigh, and you feared that he was about to reject you. but then he reached out, his armored hands taking yours. the silver was cool against your skin. he smiled, and you suddenly felt a pinch of hope.

"y/n, i like you too," he admitted, and his words were like music to your ears. your heart leapt in your chest, and your mind momentarily failed you as you were overwhelmed with joy.

a silence followed, and you smiled at each other like two fools in love. it didn't matter that the silence was a little awkward, nor was it a problem that neither of you knew what to do next. you simply relished in the moment, overcome with glee. finally, the word was out. you no longer carried a secret with you, and not only that, your feelings weren't left unanswered. gepard liked you too! it was as if you were dreaming, but the cool silver against your bare skin felt all too real.

"so does that mean i finally get to do this?" gepard asked, now cupping your cheeks and leaning in. he halted mere inches away from your lips, and you felt his hot breath fanning the sensitive skin.

there you stood. in the middle of the grande plaza, wrapped in the light of the street lamps and the moon that shone high above. there was no one around to witness the scene, but even if they were, you wouldn't have minded. it was just you and gepard, nothing else mattered.

"yes, that's exactly what it means," you answered with a grin. you felt giddy all over, knowing very well what was about to happen next, now that you granted him permission.

that was all gepard needed to know, and he closed the gap between you ever so gently. his lips met yours in a tentative kiss, and you felt like you were afloat somewhere among the aeons. the guy of your dreams was kissing you! it took you a year to gather the courage to confess, but it was so very worth the wait. his lips against yours felt amazing, as if they belonged there. the kiss slow and careful, converting the feelings you hid for so long.

he was smiling when he pulled back, and you reciprocated the joyful expression. his blue eyes gazed into yours, and he no longer had to hide the love he felt for you. he could finally look at you like a lovesick puppy, and so he did. it was adorable, and you were pretty certain you looked the same.

"y/n, will you be my significant other?" gepard questioned softly, his hands still on your cheeks.

words momentarily failed you, and you nodded in delight. your heart was pounding out of your chest, the aftermath of your nerves and the kiss you just shared. tonight surely took a turn, but in the best way possible.

gepard pressed another kiss against your lips, as if to seal the fact that you were together now. then he took your hand, ready to lead you home safely. the smile on your face never faltered, and you couldn't help but fantasize;

y/n landau, how did that sound?

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jungle-angel · 7 months

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Silent Strikes The Lightning (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Your husband is a thunder and lightning deity, you yourself sharing the element. The two of you were tasked with protecting young children, a task ordained by the gods and the titans. You just never thought you would have to protect the one thing that meant everything to Rhett

Warnings: Rescue of an infant, Perry being an asshole etc.

Notes: For anybody who wants to, I highly, highly suggest listening to the song "Our Paths Will Part" by Hans Zimmer and also "Lily's Theme" from Harry Potter if you're gonna read this, there's no pressure but both match up really well with the story

Tagging: @floydsmuse @delopsia @sebsxphia @attapullman @callmemana @kmc1989 @bradleybeachbabe @rhettabbotts

You shivered going through those woods to that lonely piece of land that all the Olympians had been watching for months. You squeezed Rhett's hand as he held the lantern in his hand, the two of you cloaked in an unseen veil to be sure no one would see you.

"Shhh, darlin," Rhett whispered when a twig had snapped beneath your foot.

You nodded nervously, afraid to let go of his hand as you approached the shabby dwelling in the distance, the windows still lit. There was a heavy feeling in the air, one you didn't like and one that was particularly strong when you and Rhett went to visit The Underworld. Royal had warned you both, time and again about this place and the people who had lived there.

Perry had been a demigod, one that had been accidentally fathered by Royal when some of his dead, peeling skin had rubbed off on a mortal witch's own hand. Where Perry had been a monster, Rhett was as pure and loving as could be, born of his father, Royal's, love for his mother, Cecelia. Rhett's love for you had been the same, despite a few little demigods here and there, never failing to show you that you were his queen and always would be.

"Rhett we can't, we're...."

"Shhhh, darlin, it's ok," he whispered. "I've got you. I know it's scary, but we need to do this. We're the only chance she's got."

Quietly across the misty fields, you both crept, the chilly air of early spring making the goosebumps on your flesh prick straight up. Rhett made a few flitting gestures with his hand, testing to see if any barriers surrounded that shabby little place. Nothing.

"Alright, c'mon," he whispered again. "Back door."

You and Rhett carefully pushed the back door open, setting the lantern down on the beat up countertop. It took everything in your power to cross the threshold of the door, assured only by the sight of your husband's back.

You silently took deep breaths as you and Rhett cautiously went up the stairs, straining every muscle in your bodies to be as quiet as mice.

"Rhett," you hissed.

"What? Darlin what's wrong?"

"Something......in the back room....."

Rhett could barely make out the form of a woman's foot in the bedroom through the slightly ajar door. Something deep inside told him not to enter, not even if he valued his immortal life.

You both turned back to the room at the end of the hall, a room that was completely bare of furniture, save for a wooden cot in which lay a tiny, newborn infant with a head full of chocolate brown hair, the same as Rhett's. She hardly stirred, all swaddled in her blanket, her pink face scrunched up as she yawned. You and Rhett were in awe of how precious she was, so sweet and so new to this world.

"C'mere Amy," Rhett whispered.

Gently, he picked her up out of her crib, the poor baby starting to whimper as he lifted her to his chest. "Shhhh......shhhhh......it's ok.....it's ok sweet baby.....shhhhh......Daddy and Momma are here.....you're comin home with us......"

From your pocket, you pulled the little purple and gold sachet Cecelia had made for you. It was small, yes, but would hold Amy perfectly. Smaller and smaller she grew as Rhett fitted her snugly into the sachet, resting in it as though she were still in the womb.

"Slip it around you're neck and don't lose it," Rhett told you. "C'mon we've gotta get outta here."

"No one's going anywhere!" sneered a voice.

You and Rhett whirled around to find Perry standing there, his green eyes burning with a hint of ugly yellow. You could feel the hate radiating off him like a fire, cutting deep into you as your hand moved protectively over the sachet around your neck.

"That what ya'll told Rebecca?" Rhett hissed. "Before ya'll sucked the life outta her?"

"Shut up!" Perry snapped. "I loved that woman.......not like you who kept fucking your whore until the gods granted her immortality!"

A loud clap of thunder startled you, your husband's eyes going dark. The hairs on your neck stood up as spider thin flashes showed themselves in his dark blue eyes.

"If you ever call (y/n) a whore again I'll have you fed to every three headed dog in the Underworld," Rhett growled.

"You have no power here....."

Rhett threw up his hand and in a flash, Perry flew up off the ground, slamming into the wall above the door with such a force that a dusting of plaster rained down onto the floor.

"I'm sorry......" Perry croaked. "M'sorry Rhett.....I'm sorry...."

"Perry!" Rhett growled, his voice deep, almost doglike.

"M'sorry.......m'sorry......"

"Don't you fucking say you're sorry to me!" Rhett shouted another clap of thunder echoing throughout the room. "You worthless piece of shit!!"

"Rhett......" you squeaked.

Rhett neither heard nor heeded your words, the thunder and flashes of lightning filling the room with frightening hues of indigo and violet. You could hear Amy crying in the back of your mind, afraid to stay and afraid to run.

Rhett's gaze turned to you, the light still burning in his eyes but his voice calm. "(Y/n) run," he said. "I need ya'll to run, I'll be right behind you."

You didn't want to, freezing a little until a frightening crack of thunder filled the room once again. You hurried out of the room, barely aware of your feet flying across the floors, the electric buzz still on the back of your neck, blindly flying out the door and into the night.

You didn't dare look back, still hearing your husband shouting obscene threats at Perry. The field felt like one long stretch into eternity, never ending and going on and on and on until the woods came into view. You bolted up the path, hurrying and protectively holding onto the sachet for dear life, afraid that some fell beast of the woods would try to grab it.

You skidded to a halt, gasping when you came to the cliff, staring down into the huge maw below. You tried to steady your hammering heart, the blood rushing in your ears as you stared down over the edge, the thin little ribbon of silver river the only thing visible in the darkness.

"Darlin jump!" Rhett shouted behind you. "Jump!"

"I can't!" you hollered back, the tears streaming down your face.

"Then you're gonna have to trust me."

You felt a set of strong hands on your shoulder, pushing you over the cliff edge, your screams echoing in the canyon below. The wind rushed by you, through your hair and the threads of your clothes when something suddenly came up underneath you, something sturdy but soft.

You dreaded opening your eyes but when you did, you saw brilliant golden brown feathers, a mighty screech reaching your ears.

The eagles.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief, knowing you were safe. You looked behind you to find Rhett on the one below, looking up at you, the victory and relief evident on his face.

Off in the distance you could see the sun beginning to rise, the hues of yellow, rose pink and red all rising to greet you both. Yours and Rhett's clothing changed from denim to brilliant togas of dark navy blue, white, gold and soft lilac as the sun began to touch your skin.

There it was in the distance, Mount Olympus, rising high into the gorgeous morning light and all the life with it. Home again you were, safe and out of danger.

The eagles landed you right in the courtyard near the waterfalls. You saw Cecelia in her dark teal toga and Royal, both running towards you, the sickle at his belt, sheathed, but always ready.

"You two ok?" he asked.

"We're ok Dad," Rhett answered, helping you off the back of the eagle. "We're good."

"Where is he?" Royal asked.

"Still in that house," you answered.

"I'll have the animals watch the place and report back," Royal told him. "You manage to get what ya'll went in for?"

"Got her out safe," Rhett answered.

Royal drew his son into a tight embrace. "Glad ya'll are safe," Royal said. "I'll catch the little shithead one of these days. You two go and rest now, your mother and I will take care of the rest."

You and Rhett were more than overjoyed to have Amy as a part of your family in the days after, taking her in as though she were born of your flesh and blood. You and Rhett watched her grow and never more had you and your family felt so complete and so whole, even on the days when her mischievous streak showed, the giggly little girl in her bright pink toga running through the fields to chase after the herd of magic cows that soon became hers. And ever after when Rhett sent a thunderstorm to water the fields below, Amy was sure to run after with the light of a rainbow trailing behind her in the sun.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal and cecelia abbott #amy abbott #outer range #outer range greek mythology au

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marchentraume · 2 months

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I had trouble sleeping last night so I kept thinking about an Aziracrow Hercules inspired AU

Per usual I bulleted every though I have underneath:

Mostly taking beats from the disney version (with a dash of the TV series for anyone who remembers)

Angels are the Gods on Olympus, not really using the royal caste system but those like Gabriel and the Metatron are higher beings with larger titles

Demons live/work in Hades and go on Earth to make deals with humans to create servants they can use

Aziraphale is the first god "born" in eons and therefore the youngest, he is taken care of by his nanny Muriel

Lucifer meanwhile at the same time receives a vision from his advisor Beelzebub that the young god will grow to be strong enough to defeat him and bring balance to the gods, demons, and earth (spoiler: Luci doesn't want this lol)

Sends his minions Hastur and Ligur to kidnap and remove the god-essence from the little one before taking care of him (plot plot they fail to remove ALL the essence so he looks normal but has his super strength still)

Tiny vulnerable baby Azi is found by Nina and Maggie, a sweet childless couple who raise him as their own

Fast forward: Azi learns of his origins from nanny Muriel, trains for years to be a hero to prove himself, soon is ready to start his journey

Runs into seemingly human damsel Crowley (gender fluid in this version/doesn't mind any pronouns), rescues, and is immediately smitten by them

Crowley meanwhile is only a pawn, using a disguise provided by demons to hide their true Gorgon form

This was a curse put on them as a human servant to the temple of the Metatron, she was found in the arms of a favorite priest and, though it was against her will when it happened, was made to be a monster who's eyesight would turn anyone who sees them into stone

blah blah plot plot out of despair he signs a contract with Lucifer to be a lure on land and especially given the important job of watching out for/bringing down Aziraphale

Has a hard time trusting Gods, Azi is no different in Crowley's eyes at first

plot plot Azi is a hero but not a TRUE hero yet

Goes on a date with Crowley, who realizes he's in love but Hastur so rudely reminds her she's a servant, one who has proven to be useful now

Demons use Crowley to get Aziraphale to give up strength

Azi is heartbroken to learn he was lied to but still loves Crowley enough to save them (after the latter push them aside like in the movie)

Azi brings balance to the world through love/being a real hero (plot plot) and goes to save Crowley's soul in Hades

Azi is offered a place in Olympus as a god, but turns it down and asks to be with his Crowley

Also either 1) Crowley is turned human again either as a reward for being a hero or on Aziraphale's request they are given the form that makes them most happy or 2) Crowley is still a Gorgon and either we don't worry about it or Azi is just immune as a final gift from the Gods

HAPPILY EVER AFTER SMOOCHES

Oh and yes Nina and Maggie love their beautiful gay demi-god son and his beautiful Gorgon wife <3

#good omens #hercules #good omens au #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #my post #WILL I WRITE THIS???#probably not #but imma think about it all day

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little-moonbeam-666 · 2 years

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To Be Wed To A Dragon - Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: SMUT, arranged marriage, loss of virginity, oral (both), a little bit of breeding kink and pregnancy kink, Aemond Targaryen (Yes, he is a whole ass warning), multitude of pet names

Word count: 9k... Y’all I went overboard and I regret nothing

Also my account has been flagged and I’m trying to get it back, so if you could REBLOG this fic that would be a huge help

“My Queen, you wished to speak with me?” you asked politely, folding your hands in front of you to hide your nerves.

The queen had summoned you to her chambers with no explanation and your mind was racing with possibilities. You were sure you hadn’t done anything wrong so you were baffled by the urgent meeting she requested.

“Yes, Y/N, I do.” she spoke. “You have served me personally for several years, have you not?”

“Yes, your grace.” you spoke immediately.

“Over the past years I have noticed that you haven’t taken any suitors. Why is that? Such a pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t have trouble getting attention from any man you could possibly want.”

You felt your face flush at her words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want their attention, you just didn’t have the time. You were one of the queens ladies in waiting. You didn’t want your time or your job to be compromised.

“I just haven’t had the time, your grace. I prefer to focus my time on serving you and your family.”

She smiled warmly at the mention of her family.

“Then you will understand how important it is when I say that I brought you here involving a family matter.” she said, moving to sit down on the sofa and patting the spot next to her for you to sit. You did as was asked of you, sitting next to her and looking at her for further information. “As you know, Aegon and Helaena have been married to each other for several years now and have given me two beautiful grandchildren.”

You smiled and nodded, having taken care of the children many times.

“Yes, your grace.”

“And yet my son Aemond is still unmarried.” she continued quietly, looking over at you, hoping you would catch on. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited further explanation. “What I am proposing is completely your choice and it will not be held against you if you say no. But after some deep consideration, I believe you to be a near perfect match for Aemond.”

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach at her words. She wanted you to marry Aemond? In the four years you had been working for the royal family you weren’t even sure he’d spoken a single word to you, only nodding at you when you’d fill his cup during supper. He was quiet and kept to himself, but you’d seen him training in the courtyard many times. He wasn’t only quiet, but he was deadly.

Honestly, you were terrified of the prince. But not for the same reasons most women shied away from him. You’d heard the whispers from the other women, about how he’d lost his eye as a child and the trauma turned him into a cruel monster. Apparently to the other women, the eye patch was just as intimidating as his precise swordsmanship. But none of that ever scared you. In all honesty, you thought he was beautiful. What scared you was how he watched every movement that every single person in the room made, yourself included. He didn’t have to move or talk or engage with anyone. He may have been silent but he knew everyone in the room better than you ever could.

“Your grace….” you started, unsure of how to speak.

“You don’t have to answer me right away. I can give you a few days off to think about my proposition if you’d like.” she said quickly, not wanting to scare you away.

You didn’t know the prince hardly at all, but he was devilishly handsome. And you didn’t believe the stories that were told about him, painting him as cruel and cold. The thought of marrying him sent a weird feeling through you, your heart beating faster and your stomach fluttering with butterflies. This was an odd feeling to you. You could always say no and return to your daily life and forget this ever happened.

But you were of age and you had no family to speak of. This would gain you a family, a husband, and most likely children. Not only that, but you’d gain royal status as princess. If you did not accept this, you could very well end up living the rest of your life in the silk streets which is the last thing you wanted for yourself. This wasn’t an offer you could easily turn away. You’d made up your mind. No turning back.

“No need to give me time off, your grace.” you said, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I accept.”

Within the hour you had been told to gather your belongings and were shown to your new room, only temporary until you were wed. Queen Alicent had many dresses and jewelry brought up, befitting to a princess, saying you would be joining them for supper to announce your betrothal to her son.

“Your grace, is Prince Aemond aware of our betrothal?” you asked curiously as she sifted through the many dresses, searching for the perfect one for you to wear tonight.

“He knows I’ve been looking for a good match for him but he is not yet aware that I’ve approved of one. He’ll know tonight at supper.” she answered, holding up a dark sapphire blue dress, in what looked like a velvet material, that had no shoulders and plunging neckline that would show off a fair bit of skin. “This will look lovely on you. Unless you prefer a different color? Maybe something red?”

“This one is perfect, your grace. Thank you.” you said, giving her a smile but faltering for a moment. Your nerves were showing. She finally stopped sorting through the clothes and gave you a warm smile, walking over to you.

“You will be perfect for my son no matter what you wear.” she started, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “He has grown cold since the accident. His childhood was spent mostly alone, never playing with his siblings or his nephews. Only training to become a better fighter. What he needs is a friend… a safe space to be himself. I’m hoping he finds that in you, his wife. Y/N, you are so full of warmth and light. I truly believe that you will be the one to melt the years of pent up ice in his heart.”

With those words, she left, leaving you contemplating what your new role in the royal family would bring. What was Aemond like? Would he be a good husband or would he treat you the same way Aegon treats Helaena? Would he think you were pretty enough? Would he even talk to you at all?

Several hours passed as you spent time taking a bath and getting dressed. You weren’t used to such treatment from the other servants, considering you were one of them just this morning. You were a bit higher ranked than they were considering you were Queen Alicent’s lady in waiting, always dressed nicer than they were as well considering you always had to be seen in public at the Queens side. But the treatment was still foreign to you, not used to being doted on like royalty.

A knock came on your door as you dabbed on some wisteria scented oil, a small betrothal gift from the queen to welcome you into the family. You gave yourself one last once over, smoothing out the front of your dress before opening the door. A guard stood waiting for you.

“Lady Y/N, I’m here to escort you to dinner.”

“Thank you.” you said quietly, following him down the maze of halls until you reached where they were having supper. You held your breath as they opened the large wooden doors, exposing you to your fate. No turning back now.

“Ah, there she is.” Queen Alicent said, standing up to greet you. You took note that all three of her children were giving her an odd look as you made your way to the table, not quite understanding why her lady in waiting was joining them for dinner. You also saw that Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Damon were visiting with their children.

“Good evening, your grace.” you said quietly as you made your way to the vacant chair between her and Aemond. Before you could pull out the chair for yourself, someone else did it for you. Glancing up you saw the gaze of Prince Aemond solely focused on you, his one eye locking on yours. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies as you saw him this closely, his attention on you.

“Thank you, my prince.” you said, sitting down as he pushed the chair in for you. He let out a quiet hum as a response and returned to his seat. When you looked over at the queen you could see her smiling to herself as she still stood beside you.

“I know you’re all wondering why I’ve had Lady Y/N join us tonight. But you all know she has served me and our family loyally for the past several years, and over those years I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know her.” She started, reaching down to take your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb across your fingers to calm your nerves. “And I believe I know her well enough to say I would love to have her marry within our family.”

She paused, taking in the looks of shock and amusement among everyone's faces. All except one. Aemond. His expression remained stoic, showing no emotion as if his mother wasn’t even speaking. Then Alicent turned to look at her youngest son.

“Aemond, my son, I have found you a suitable wife. I expect you will treat her well, as I’m sure she will be a loving and doting wife for you.”

“Of course, mother.” he said simply, giving her a grin and raising his cup to take a sip of the wine that filled it.

Then everyone began talking at once. You blocked it all out, only nodding and smiling whenever the queen or princess Helaena acknowledged you. You quietly picked at your dinner, trying to ignore the ensuing chaos around you. You only zoned in to the one conversation that was directed at you from across the table.

“Lady Y/N, such a shame you got landed with my younger brother. If you’re ever in need of a good time, come find me. I can’t imagine having to look at that ghastly scar every time you wanted a good fuck.” Aegon said shamelessly, sending a wink your way. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

A loud slam quickly followed from directly next to you, making you jump and the whole room falling silent. You looked to see Aemond’s fists clenched hard, slammed down on the table as he stood up, glaring at his brother.

“Don’t you dare speak to my wife that way! If you ever touch her I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your fucking throat.” Aemond growled, his one eye practically burning a hole through Aegon’s head.

“Aegon, apologize to Y/N right now!” Alicent seethed, glaring at her oldest child.

“I’m sorry, Lady Y/N.” he said before mumbling to himself. “I was only speaking the truth.”

Aemond was still seeing red, his fists still clenched tightly, ready to attack Aegon if necessary. You didn’t want a huge fight to break out so you did the only thing you could think of to diffuse the situation.

You reached over, placing your hand on top of Aemond’s and squeezing lightly to get his attention. His eye flew to meet yours, seeing the concern in your eyes. His features immediately softened and you felt his fist loosen, his hand turning to grasp your fingers in his.

“I apologize, Lady Y/N. I was only defending you.” he said calmly, leaning down to press his lips against the top of your hand before taking his seat again, his hand still holding yours tightly.

You could hear his Uncle Damon chuckling quietly at the scene and his sister Rhaenyra shushing him from the other end of the table . The conversation picked back up, mostly talking about your upcoming wedding to the youngest prince and how the two of you would be married before Autumn’s end. You looked down, feeling embarrassed that all the attention was now on you. Aemond noticed your discomfort and leaned in next to your ear.

“Would you like to leave, Lady Y/N? We can always go for a walk if you’d like to escape my family for a bit.”

You felt a slight shiver run down your spine, his breath fanning over your ear and neck making you weak in the knees.

“Please.” you whispered, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. That must have been enough as he abruptly stood from the table, pulling you up with him. All eyes were on the two of you.

“We’re going to turn in for the night. I’d like a little time to get acquainted with my wife-to-be.” he stated before quickly saying goodnight to his mother and pulling you out of the room with him.

You followed him through the maze of halls, not knowing where he was taking you. Eventually you came to a secluded balcony that overlooked the gardens. The moon was high in the sky and the night was quiet. Aemond still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“The gardens are beautiful in the moonlight.” you said, breaking the silence.

“They are.” he agreed. “But you outshine the moon itself.”

You could feel your face heat up and looked down at the gardens, thankful for the cover of darkness. He gently squeezed your fingers to get your attention.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“Yes, thank you. Are you? I know this must be quite shocking news for you.” you said, turning to face him.

“It’s not as much of a shock as you may think, Lady Y/N.” he said, a subtle smirk gracing his lips.

“Oh really? Why’s that, my prince?” you asked.

“I asked my mother for your hand. It took several months of convincing but it seems she finally agreed.” he said simply, looking out over the gardens as if he hadn’t just said the most unexpected response you could think of. Your jaw could have dropped at the sheer shock that you just experienced. He had purposely asked for your hand? He asked his mother for her blessing to marry you?

“You… you actually want to marry me?” you asked, completely at a loss for words.

“Yes.” he said, giving you a smile. It’s the first real smile you’d ever seen from the prince. He dropped your hand and moved it to cradle the side of your face. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, his hand so much warmer than you’d expected. “Have you really not noticed, sweetheart?”

“Noticed what, my prince?” you asked almost breathlessly, the feel of him being so close was almost suffocating.

“I’ve been absolutely infatuated with you for at least the past year. I thought you would’ve taken notice by now how you’re always in my sight. Whether in court or at some lavish party I’d rather not be at, I always see you. Even when you’re the one watching me and you think I don’t notice, like when I’m training. You seem to like seeing me with a sword in my hands. I see the way your face gets flushed and your breathing becomes ragged. It’s such a pretty sight.”

“Aemond, I…” you started, stumbling over your words a bit. But he quickly cut you off.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name. Say it again, Y/N.” he begged, his eye pleading with you desperately to give him this one thing.

“Aemond.” You whispered. He stepped closer, keeping one hand on your face and moving the other to your waist.

“Again.”

“Aemond.” you mumbled, leaning a bit closer.

“Y/N.” he whispered, the tip of his nose touching yours. “Can I kiss you, darling?”

“Yes.” you said, flinging your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to crash his lips against yours.

You practically melted the moment his lips touched yours. He tasted of the Dornish wine he had at dinner and thick dragon smoke from riding Vhagar. You swore you could get drunk on the taste of his lips. You could feel his fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you flush against his chest.

“Aemond..” you mumbled against his lips.

“Yes, my love?” he questioned, moving his lips from yours to trail kisses over your cheek and down to your neck.

“We shouldn’t… it isn’t proper. We aren’t yet married.” you warned, knowing in a normal marriage these actions would be frowned upon. He playfully nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck, making you yelp before he pulled away to look down at you, grinning like a mad man.

“Mmmm you smell so good, little one. And we will be married in three weeks time and nobody shall know but us. Unless you really don’t want to, of course. I’d hate for you to think me to act like my foolish brother, forcing himself upon women without their consent. I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want.” he said, his eye sparkling with concern. You thought about it for a moment, realizing that nobody would argue with the prince if they did find out. But you still had the desire to wait until you were wed.

“Can we wait?” you asked sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Of course, love. I don’t mind waiting for you.” he said. You looked into his eye and you had no doubt that he was being honest. He pulled away from you slightly, his hands never leaving you.

“Should I walk you back to your chambers?” he suggested.

“That would be lovely.” you admitted, letting him pull away and grab your hand, leading you silently back through the maze of hallways until he came to a stop outside your door.

“May I have one last kiss before I leave you?” he asked, giving you a devilish smirk.

“You may.” you said, standing on your tip toes and slotting your lips against his. He kissed you slow and deep, his tongue darting out to flick against your lips. You smiled into the kiss before gently sucking on his lower lip and scraping your teeth against the soft flesh, causing Aemond to growl. The noise was a low rumble in his chest and it sent heat running through you and you had to force yourself to pull away.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, looking anywhere but at his face. He grasped your chin lightly, forcing you to look up at him.

“Don’t be sorry. That kiss will haunt my dreams until we are wed and I can have you all to myself.” he said, leaning down to press one more chaste kiss against your lips. “Goodnight, Lady Y/N. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

With that, he turned and left you standing outside of your door with your fingers brushing your lips and wondering how soon you’d be able to kiss him again.

The following day Aemond met you outside your door and walked you down to breakfast. In fact, he spent the entire day with you. But much to your dismay, he barely touched you, only holding your hand to guide you down the hallways. It frustrated you to no end. You wanted more of what he’d given you last night. You craved his lips against yours and his hands gripping your hips. But no matter what you did, he evaded your attempts to get closer.

The following three weeks were exactly the same. He barely touched you and only kissed your cheek as he bid you goodnight. You were beginning to think you’d done something wrong. But alas, it was finally your wedding day and you couldn’t have been more nervous.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” the queen asked as she entered your chambers. You were just finishing up having your hair pinned and curled into perfection.

“Nervous.” you answered honestly.

“I know it can be nerve wracking having everyone watching you as you say your vows, but I can assure you that my son loves you very much. You have nothing to worry about, darling.” she assured, coming up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I love him too, your grace. So much.” you admitted, making the queen smile.

“Well it’s time. Shall we go?”

The walk down was quiet, your blue and gold dress flowing behind you as you walked. The crowd of people came into view and your eyes immediately searched for Aemond. When your eyes finally landed on him you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto your face. He was already staring at you, a smile on his face.

The entire ceremony was a blur, repeating words that barely echoed in your head. You were too focused on the man in front of you who was gently rubbing his thumbs over the tops of your hands as he held them. You were only brought back to reality as Aemonds hands let go of yours, only to hold either side of your face as he leaned forward to kiss you.

Aemond was finally your husband.

After many hours celebrating, you were more than ready to be alone with your husband. And it seemed that he was too. His hand was currently on your thigh, squeezing it hard, making you gasp. He chuckled and smirked at you, knowing he was riling you up. But you were doing the same to him without even realizing it. The plunging neckline on your dress, showing more of your cleavage than he’d ever seen. It didn’t help whenever someone would make you laugh, your breasts slightly bouncing and enticing him.

“My darling wife,” he started, leaning over to whisper to you. “You look quite tired. Maybe we should retire for the evening?”

You could feel the butterflies erupt in your belly, heat rising up your neck. You knew his intentions and they weren’t to just go to sleep. You bit your lip to hide your smile and nodded your head in agreement.

You could hear Aegon shouting some crude comments to his brother as you both said your goodnights and made your way to what would now be your shared chambers. Aemond just shrugged off the comments, focused solely on you for the night. You gripped Aemonds hand tight as he walked you through the halls.

“Nothing to be nervous about, my love. It’s just you and me now.” he said, smiling at you while he continued walking.

“I know. It’s just…. You’ve been avoiding touching me for the past few weeks. You didn’t even kiss me properly again until we said our vows. I thought I’d done something wrong.” you admitted, realizing how silly it sounded now that you’d said it out loud.

He stopped in his tracks at your words, thankfully right outside of his chambers. He said nothing and opened the doors, letting you go inside before following and shutting the doors behind him.

“Now, my sweet wife, you can’t honestly believe that you’d upset me somehow? Y/N, I was only refraining from touching and kissing you for I didn’t believe myself capable of restraining myself. I would’ve taken you the very second my lips touched yours. I was only respecting your wishes to remain pure until we were wed.” He said, taking off his boots.

“So I didn’t do anything wrong?” you asked, kicking your shoes off and removing your stockings, leaving you bare footed.

He came up to you, staring down at you and smiling. His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him, your hands flying to his chest to stabilize yourself.

“You could never do anything wrong, little one. But now that we are finally wed, I believe it’s my duty to show you just how much I love you.”

You could feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest but you could feel his doing the same beneath your fingertips. He was just as excited as you were. You gave him a small nod, moving your hands up to his neck and pulling him down to capture his lips with yours. He eagerly kissed you back, his large hands splayed across your lower back, holding you so tightly it was as if you’d disappear if he let go.

His fingers pulled at the strings on the back of your dress, causing it to become loose around the middle. You took a step back from him, breaking the kiss and allowing your dress to fall to the floor. Aemonds eye went wide with shock seeing you had forgone wearing any underclothes, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

You could feel your nerves begin to bubble up as your husband stared at you, his eyes raking greedily over your body. He said nothing as he stepped closer to you, a hand reaching for your waist. You looked up at his face only to see him focused on your heaving breasts. Your nipples hardened under his intense gaze and the cool temperature of the room, making him smirk.

“By the old gods and the new, I swear it, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

You let your hands find the many fastenings on his clothing, undoing them one by one until his skin was finally revealed to you and his clothing piled on the floor. His breathing became heavy as you smoothed your hands down his chest and began to undo his pants, your hands accidentally brushing over his cock. With a little help, Aemond pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, leaving him just as bare as you. Your eyes drifted over his body and landed on his cock. He was big… much bigger than you expected. And he was thick. You knew the stretch was gonna sting. Your eyes must have gone comically wide without you realizing it because Aemond just chuckled.

“I promise it’ll fit, my love. Now why don’t you get on the bed and lay back so I can ravish you properly.”

You did as he asked, crawling onto the bed and laying back against the feathery pillows but keeping your knees bent and shut tight. He stood at the end of the bed, his cock standing proud as he looked at you in his bed, a sight he had imagined so many times.

“Aemond…” you whimpered, getting his attention. He’d been staring at you but still hadn’t moved to join you.

“Yes?”

“Will you join me?” you questioned, batting your eyes at him.

He grinned and climbed on the bed by your feet, moving until he was kneeling in front of you, his hands placed gently on your knees.

“Open.” he said, tapping your knees.

You did as he asked, letting your legs fall open. The cool air made you shiver as Aemond ran his hands up the insides of your thighs, stopping just before reaching your heat. He glanced up at you as he moved to lay on his stomach between your legs. You looked down at him, confused as to what he was doing but he quickly explained.

“Little one, I have to make sure you’re relaxed enough to take me. I don’t want you getting hurt. And I’ve also been dying to taste this sweet little cunt of yours. Just lie back and let me pleasure you.”

Before you had a chance to speak, you were cut off by the feeling of his tongue licking through your folds. Your head pressed back against the pillows as you moaned and your eyes fluttered shut on their own accord. You could feel his hair tickling your thighs as continued to lick slowly up and down your slit, circling your entrance before coming back up to flick at your sensitive little clit.

“Aemond! Oh gods…” you whined, bucking your hips against his face.

“Not a god, my love. Just your loving husband.” he mumbled before sucking your clit into his mouth and letting his tongue flick harshly over the sensitive bud, making you thrash beneath him. He held your thighs down as he let his tongue venture to your weeping hole, slowly pushing inside to taste you.

“Aemond, my love! Feels so good!” you whined, attempting to grind against his face again, but with no luck, his hands holding you down. He chuckled against your pussy before taking one last slow lick up your slit before pressing a quick kiss against your clit and crawling up your body until his face was level with yours. He leaned down, kissing you hard and making you taste yourself on his lips. You couldn’t help but moan, carding your fingers through his white hair and tugging slightly, earning a low groan. You smirked against his lips and did it again, tugging harder and receiving a louder moan.

His kisses then grew frantic, kissing you like his life depended on it before moving his hungry kisses down towards your neck. You tossed your head back to give him more room and arched your back towards him in hopes his hands would soon find you. You didn’t have to wait long, feeling his hand skim up your ribs until his hand rested just below your breast.

“Just touch me!” you whined, grabbing his hand and placing it directly over your breast and forcing him to squeeze it.

“So needy.” he chuckled, nipping the skin of your neck gently and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, eliciting a small yelp from you. He then let his hand slide down your body until it rested between your legs, circling your weeping hole. “And you’re so fucking wet. If you’re so damn needy you should be able to take my fingers easily. How’s this feeling, little one?”

“More! I want more!” you groaned, bucking your hips in an attempt to get his long fingers inside you.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked cockily, quickly pushing the whole length of his middle finger inside you and curling it gently.

Your eyes rolled back and you were rendered speechless, the feeling of his finger inside you felt amazing and you wanted more. You rocked your hips in time with the slow thrusting of his hand, enjoying the pleasure your husband was bringing you.

Aemond continued to finger you, curling his finger just right and watching the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He adored the little moans and whimpers falling from your perfect lips, knowing he was the one causing them. He knew that you were still a maiden and he wanted you nice and relaxed when it came time to properly consummate your marriage. He slowly added a second finger, the stretch making you gasp.

“Shh… shhh, little dove. Just relax. I need you to relax for me.” he cooed, looking into your eyes. You nodded your head and relaxed as best you could, allowing him to slowly stretch you open. Within minutes you were practically screaming as he curled both fingers against that little spongy spot inside you.

“Aemond! Aemond, please!”

He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. He knew you were close. And he also knew an orgasm would relax you enough to take him. He doubled his efforts, curling his fingers faster and letting his thumb rub against your swollen clit.

“Don’t fight it, Y/N. Let go. Cum for me, sweet girl! Cum!”

With his words your world exploded. You screamed as your legs shook, threatening to close only to be held open by his body. His fingers continued to work you through your high as you came back down before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking your release from his digits, all while you struggled to catch your breath.

“You taste heavenly, my dear wife.” he said, smirking down at you.

“And do I get to taste you too, dear husband?” you asked, grinning up at him, catching him completely off guard.

“Darling, I do not expect you to do me any favors… Tonight is about you.” he rushed out, clearly trying not to think about what you’d look like with your lips wrapped around his cock. You could see a faint blush rising to his cheeks and his breathing was staggered. You wanted to see him become completely unraveled.

“And what if I want to use my mouth to please you like you did to me?” you asked, batting your lashes at him innocently.

“Then I would not say no if that’s what you truly wanted.” he breathed out, staring down at you.

“Then lie back, my dear husband, and let me do as I please.” you said, grinning up at him.

He did as you asked and moved from between your legs to lie on his back, his head against the pillows. His eye was shut and his breathing heavy as he tried to keep himself calm… or at least calm enough that he wouldn’t blow his load the moment your lips touched his cock.

You quickly moved to straddle him, leaning down and pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back like a starved man, but you didn’t stay there for long. You began moving your kisses to his jaw and continued down his neck. You could feel his breathing pick up as you left wet, open mouthed kisses down his throat to his chest. You nipped the flesh and were rewarded with a loud moan from your husband.

“Oh, Y/N.”

You glanced up to see Aemonds head thrown back against the pillows, his eye shut tight as he focused on the feeling of your lips on his skin. You smirked against his chest and continued your trail downwards, leaving the same open mouthed kisses on his stomach and hips, dangerously close to his throbbing cock.

“Aemond.” you said, getting his attention. He glanced down at you, seeing you hovering near his cock. “Teach me how to please you.”

You watched his cock twitch at your words and smiled innocently up at him. He leaned up on his elbows to get a better view while he was instructing you.

“Give me your hand, my love.” he said, holding his hand out for yours. You eagerly gave him your hand and watched intently as he slowly brought it down to his length and gently wrapped your fingers around him. You could feel your heart pounding as you felt the hot flesh throb beneath your touch.

He slowly began moving your hand up and down his cock, gently helping you twist your wrist in the right places. It didn’t take long until you got the hang of it and he released your hand in favor of watching you do it yourself. You looked up at him, as if asking for permission to continue. He gave you a grin and a nod.

You continued to stroke him as you leaned forward and licked up the bead of precum that was pooling at the tip. His cock twitched in your hand and you could have sworn you heard him whimper. You did it again, this time followed by opening your mouth and gently wrapping your lips around the head and sucking lightly.

“Fuck, your mouth is sinful.” he groaned loudly, his elbows giving out beneath him causing him to fall back against the pillows. “Take me a little deeper, baby. Suck a little harder and don’t be afraid to use your tongue.”

You did as he asked and took him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him and catching his eye as you did. Your tongue traced experimentally over the vein on the underside of his cock, causing him to twitch several times. Aemonds breathing stuttered, keeping his eye on you as you pleasured him. You could taste his precum pooling on your tongue and you moaned at the flavor, the vibrations making Aemond break.

“Y/N, my angel, please! I need…. fuck, I need you to take me a bit deeper and move your hand faster. Please, baby?” he practically begged.

You felt pride swell in your chest that you’d made Aemond beg for you. Doing as he asked, you moved faster and took him deeper into your mouth. You fought the urge to gag, breathing heavily through your nose as his tip hit the back of your throat. One hand came down to tangle in your hair, gently guiding your mouth up and down his length as you continued to suck.

Your eyes darted up to his face, seeing his eye trained on you. You batted your eyes innocently as you swirled your tongue around the head before pushing back down, keeping your eyes locked on his.

His moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room as you sucked him off. He so desperately wanted to finish in your mouth but he had another goal in mind for tonight. He wanted to get you pregnant. Before he could talk himself out of it he gently tugged on your hair, pulling you off of his cock. He groaned seeing the string of saliva and precum connecting your lower lip to the tip of his dick.

“What’s wrong, Aemond?” you questioned, wondering if you’d done something wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, my love. I was close to cumming… I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I haven’t taken you properly yet.” he breathed out, reaching for you. You let him pull you up until you were straddling his lap. You could feel his hard cock beneath you and you wiggled a bit, forcing his cock to nestle between your wet lips and making him moan.

“Aemond, my love, may I request something of you before we continue?” you asked timidly, knowing he very well may deny your request.

“Of course, angel. Anything you want.” he assured you, his hand coming up to grip your waist and rubbing his thumbs over your hips. You took a deep breath before continuing, trying to work up the nerve to ask.

“Can… can you…” you stuttered, not quite able to get the words out. He stayed quiet, waiting patiently for you to find your words. You reached a hand up to his face, letting your fingers trace over the edge of the eyepatch he always wore. You’d never seen him without it but you wanted to see him… all of him. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh. You let your fingers continue tracing the piece of leather. When you finally spoke again your voice came out as a whisper. “Please?”

He turned his head to the side to look away from your face. You could tell he was ashamed of it.

“Y/N, I- I don’t want to scare you.” he said quietly. His voice cracked when he spoke and it broke your heart. He sounded so hurt and scared. You used both hands to cup his face and force him to look at you.

“Aemond, my sweet husband, I could never be scared of you.” you assured him, looking into his good eye.

“But Aegon said-” he started, but you abruptly cut him off.

“I don’t give a fuck what Aegon said! He’s a fucking moron! How dare he ever talk down on you. You are beautiful to me and I love you. A scar isn’t going to change that. But I want to see you, all of you, when you make love to me.”

He looked as though he were about to cry but he quickly blinked away the tears and smiled up at you.

“Are you sure?”

You grinned, running your hands down his chest and absent mindedly drawing random patterns with your fingers. Your eyes locked on his.

“Let me see you.” you pleaded.

His hands slowly left your body and began reaching for the patch. You braced your hands on his chest, rubbing slow circles in a silent attempt to reassure him that you truly did love him and a childhood injury wasn’t going to change that. You watched in awe as he finally removed the eye patch to reveal a shimmering sapphire in the scarred socket where his eye should be. You couldn’t help but smile.

His gaze still hadn’t met your face, looking at the wall behind you, too afraid to see the look on your face. He was convinced you’d be scared, or worse, disgusted by the scar on his face. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. He got the shock of his life when you slowly started rocking your hips against him, sliding his length through your folds.

“My gods, Aemond… You’re so perfect.” you moaned, shamelessly rubbing yourself on his cock.

His gaze finally met yours, a look of shock and pure amazement written across his features. His hands shakily moved back to your hips, beginning to guide your movements, making you rock a little harder against him.

“You’re the perfect one, love. My perfect wife.” he groaned, feeling your wetness begin to coat his length.

“Aemond…” you panted, feeling your clit throbbing with need. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. Switch places with me. I need you to be completely relaxed for me.” he said, gently flipping you beneath him so he hovered over you. You giggled at the sudden movement and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

“I love you, my perfect husband. So fucking much.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your fingers tangle in his long hair. You could feel him adjusting his hips so his tip was nudging your entrance.

“And I love you, my darling wife. Are you ready?”

You could only nod, keeping your fingers knotted in his hair. He slowly pushed forward causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion. His cock was much bigger than a couple of his fingers and stretched you quite a bit. You pulled his face down to yours, crashing your lips against his to keep you distracted from the pain. He let you kiss him to your heart's content as he continued to push forward, feeling a bit of resistance. He paused for a moment before putting more hunger into the kiss, letting his tongue delve inside your mouth, distracting you from the moment he snapped his hips against yours.

“Aemond!” you squeaked against his lips, tears brimming your eyes at the sharp pain.

“Shhh… shhh, my love. The hard part’s over now. The pain will be gone soon, I promise.” he whispered against your quivering lips, one hand smoothing over your hair and the side of your face to help soothe you.

“Move… just move.” you said, wanting to get the pain over with. Sure enough, Aemond was right. As he began to slowly thrust his hips against yours, the pain slowly dissipated. It was still achy but another feeling began to bubble up to the surface. Pleasure.

You let a small moan out and tugged at his hair, making him groan with you. You lifted your hips to meet his and he smiled down at you.

“That’s it, little one. Such a good girl for me.” he praised, his thrusts getting harder. You couldn’t help but admire the way his sapphire eye glinted in the light from the fireplace. It honestly turned you on… and Aemond could feel it. He could feel you clenching around him as you stared up at him innocently while he fucked you open.

“Mmm faster.” you whimpered, needing more.

“You want it faster, angel? I’ll give you faster.” he growled, snapping his hips against yours relentlessly. His pace was brutal and all you could do was lay there and take it. Your moans echoed off the walls, making Aemond grin.

He sat back and pulled your ass up to rest on top of his thighs, pistoning his hips against you, keeping the fast pace he had previously set. The new angle was perfect, the tip of his cock repeatedly abusing the small spongy spot inside you and making your eyes roll back.

“Aemond!” you squealed as he brought his thumb to rub fast circles over your clit as he fucked you.

“Yeah, scream my name, sweetheart! Let them all know who you belong to!”

“Aemond! Oh fuck! Fuck!” you whimpered, fisting your fingers in the blankets beneath you. But then you got a better idea. “Oh gods! Aemond, baby, stop.. Stop.”

His thrusts immediately stopped and he looked down at you with concern, worried he’d done something wrong or that he’d hurt you somehow. You quickly smiled at him, giving him the assurance that you were ok.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, still breathing heavily.

“Can we switch?” you asked innocently, fluttering your eyes at him.

“Switch?” he asked, seemingly a bit confused. You gave him a wicked smirk before answering.

“I wanna ride my dragon.”

You watched his pupil dilate and could feel his cock throb at your words. Without a word he slowly removed himself from you and plopped down on the bed next to you. A smirk graced his features and his sapphire eye shimmered in the light as he brought his hands behind his head in a relaxed position. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander his slender frame, down to his cock that was rock hard and laying against his stomach.

“Well here you go, princess. Mount your dragon.” he chuckled, nodding down to his dick. You couldn’t contain your giddiness as you swung your leg over him, straddling his hips. You immediately wiggled your hips, grinding down on him lightly. He groaned loudly at your teasing antics, letting his head fall back against his hands and his eye closing in pleasure.

“Does my dragon need something?” you teased. His hands flew from behind his head to your hips, stilling your movements.

“You said you wanted to ride your dragon, little one. So mount me and fucking ride.” he growled, lifting your hips and angling his at the same time so his tip was prodding your entrance. You held yourself steady with your hands placed firmly on his chest as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

You whined pitifully at how full you felt in this position. It felt like he was all the way in your stomach. You rolled your hips gently and whimpered as the coarse blonde hair at the base of his cock rubbed deliciously against your aching clit. The friction made you feral, rolling your hips harder and faster, chasing the pleasure your husband could bring you.

“My dragon.” you moaned, digging your nails into his chest and making him hiss in pain. In turn his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, making your cunt clench around him. He chuckled slightly at the feeling.

“My filthy little wife. Who would’ve thought you’d like pain?” he teased.

“I like a lot of things, dear husband. It’s up to you to discover them.”

You slowly transitioned from rolling your hips to gently bouncing in his lap, feeling his length slip in and out of you. Once you found a rhythm you liked you focused on clenching around him with every upward movement, noticing how much he seemed to like it. He groaned and let his hands wander, slowly coming up your ribcage to rest under your gently bouncing breasts that currently had him hypnotized.

“I can’t wait until these are swollen with milk.” he moaned, running his thumbs over your hard nipples. Your eyes snapped to his and it didn’t seem he even noticed he’d said it out loud.

“Yeah? You wanna get me pregnant, Aemond?” you asked teasingly, bouncing a little harder. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, surely spilling precum at the thought.

“Gods, yes! Want you to be pregnant with my child. I’m gonna keep you nice and full of cum until your belly and breasts swell. My god, you’ll be so fucking gorgeous carrying my baby.”

“Mmm then do as you wish, husband. Get me pregnant. Breed me, Aemond.” you encouraged. His hands moved to grope at your breasts and pinch at your nipples while you bounced in his lap. His hips began to arch up off the bed to meet your thrusts, almost throwing you off balance. You had to lean forward until your face was level with his as his hands held your hips still while he fucked you from below.

His lips instantly seeked yours out, claiming them and letting his tongue wrestle with yours. He breathed in every little noise you made as he continued to piston his hips against yours. The wet squelching sounds from his cock sliding in and out of your cunt echoed off the walls. The sounds were so nasty yet so erotic at the same time, driving you closer towards your release. You could feel the heat building in your lower belly, threatening to explode at any given moment. Aemond just felt too damn good for you to hold back.

“Baby I’m close!” you whimpered desperately against his lips. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“Do it, princess! Cum on my cock! Make me cum deep inside this perfect little cunt!” he growled, thrusting harder into you.

His fingers were digging so hard into your hips, you knew you’d have bruises but you could care less. You leaned down, scraping your teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck and shoulder as you felt your orgasm finally explode. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder while you shuddered in his arms and your moans of his name were muffled. Your pussy spasmed erratically around his cock and you could feel your creamy release dripping out of you. Mere seconds later Aemonds hips stilled and he held you tight to him. You could feel the warmth blooming in your belly as he spilled his seed inside of you, his moans loud in your ear. You quickly pulled your head back to see his face scrunched up in pleasure as his orgasm tore through him.

“Y/N! Y/N, oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding your sweaty body against his as you both struggled to catch your breath. His fingers traced lazily up and down your spine and you could feel his cock begin to soften inside you, yet neither of you dared to move.

“I love you… so much.” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his neck.

“And I love you, my little wife.” he said, turning his head so he could smile at you.

“Do you think it took?” you wondered out loud, not necessarily expecting an answer, but he replied anyway.

“If not, we can keep trying. Like I said, I’m gonna keep you nice and full with my seed until you fall pregnant, my love.” he said before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss chaste in comparison to the ones you shared just moments before.

“I like the sound of that.” you admitted, giggling against his lips.

“Me too, little one.” he said before yawning.

“So sleep? And then round two?” you questioned, batting your eyes at him innocently. He groaned and chuckled at the same time.

“Oh, my darling wife, you’re insatiable. But yes. Sleep and then round two.” he confirmed.

You gently lifted your hips, letting him slip out of you, both of you hissing at the over sensitivity before you rolled over to your side and made yourself comfortable. Your head now rested on your pillow, facing your husband. He rolled to his side to do the same.

“I’m glad I pestered my mother for so long about marrying you.” he admitted. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“I am too. Do you know why?”

“Why’s that, my love?”

“Because I gained a dragon.” you whispered, smirking at your husband.

“And you learned how to tame and ride one tonight. So talented you are, my little wife.” he shot back.

You smiled as you got comfortable and pulled a blanket up over the both of you. Aemond snuggled in closer, his large hand coming to rest gently on your lower stomach and rubbing it gently.

“Hopefully we’ll hatch our own little dragon.” you said excitedly, bringing a hand up to trace gently over the scar on the left side of his face. The jewel was still shining brightly as he looked at you.

“Does it really not scare you?” he asked, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. In all honesty, it didn’t. You thought he was perfect, beautiful, everything you could ever want. You just wanted him to see that, too.

“Not at all, my love. I’d like to see you more often like this…. Ya know, without the eyepatch.” you admitted.

“Really?” he questioned, not quite believing you. His fingers still rubbed gently over your lower belly, now in an attempt to distract himself.

“Really. No more eyepatch, at least while we’re alone. Please?” you pleaded, wanting your husband to realize that you weren’t running for the hills and to accept that you loved him just as he was.

“I think I can do that.” he said, leaning in to peck your lips. You grinned, feeling his kisses leading down your jaw to your neck.

“Baby, I thought we were going to sleep before we had round two.” you joked. He pulled back, grinning like a mad man.

“You’ll soon learn, my love, that dragons are unpredictable. And this dragon is ready for round two, so hold on tight.”

His kisses resumed, kissing down your neck and making you giggle. But your giggles soon turned into moans as Aemond made sure that you would be pregnant before the night was over.

Oh, to be wed to a dragon was such a wonderful thing.

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