#I think we all overlook how he cries blood

[ascitrin]

panel redraw for he’s my tormented little guy

[novaursa]

What about a Jace x sister

Where he fell in love with her and in the same time he is not ok with it. He might be the only Targaryen related who thinks that’s not okay to loved their related. But no matter how he can stopped loving her, she might have a look more “Targaryen” with white hair with some black in it (narcissia Malfoy style?)

He always do some weird shit to be closed to her without drow to much attention, And when they finally get really closed their mother call all the bastard to become dragon rider. And Ulf find them in the Pit and try to get something from them in exchange of his silence.

Jace wake up and choose violence 🫣 and just say no and fuxk her in front of him and say that if he say anything he make sure his dragon will eat him

Sins of the Blood

- Summary: Jacaerys always loved his sister, more than he should. It was wrong, he knew it, but the dragon in him claimed you as his long ago.

- Paring: sister!reader/Jacaerys Velaryon

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- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 4 000+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

- A/N: I've bonded the reader with Grey Ghost for the plot.

The sea breeze dances through the open halls of Dragonstone, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant roar of the waves. You stand with Baela and Rhaena on the sun-warmed terrace overlooking the cliffs, the three of you bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Your laughter rings out, clear and melodic, mingling with the cries of the gulls that circle above.

Jacaerys Velaryon watches from a distance, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He knows he should not be here, should not be watching you so closely, but he cannot help himself. You, his sister, the only daughter of Rhaenyra, have been a constant presence in his life, a source of both comfort and confusion. His eyes trace the silver streaks in your hair, a reminder of your Targaryen blood, mingling with the deep brown inherited from your true father, though only you, he, and his mother know the truth.

He remembers when you were children, how you would chase each other through the halls of the Red Keep, your laughter infectious, your bond inseparable. He had always been protective of you, even when you didn’t need it. You were fierce, a dragon through and through, and yet, as you stand now with Baela and Rhaena, there is a softness to you, a grace that makes his breath catch in his throat.

"Do you remember the first time we flew together?" Baela’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. She grins at you, her violet eyes bright with the memory.

"Of course," you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. "I thought Jace would never let me ride my own dragon, he was so worried."

Jace feels a pang at your words, both pride and regret mingling in his chest. He had always been overly cautious with you, more so than with Luke or Joffrey. Perhaps he had always known, even then, that his feelings for you were not entirely brotherly.

Rhaena giggles, leaning in closer to you. "He’s always been that way, hasn’t he? Always the protector, always looking after you."

You shrug, though the warmth in your eyes betrays your affection. "He cares. That’s just how he is."

Jace clenches his fists at his sides, torn between the pride that swells in him at your words and the guilt that gnaws at him for the thoughts he cannot seem to banish. He knows it is wrong—this desire that burns in him like dragonfire—but it is also undeniably a part of him, a flame that refuses to be extinguished.

Take what is yours. The words echo in his mind, a voice that is both his own and something darker, something ancient. The blood of the dragon runs hot in his veins, urging him to act, to claim what he believes is his by right. You are his sister, yes, but you are also so much more. You are the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, ever desired.

You turn then, as if sensing his gaze, and your eyes meet his. For a moment, the world seems to stop. The laughter of Baela and Rhaena fades into the background, the sound of the waves dulls, and all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart.

"Jace," you call out, your voice breaking the spell. "Come join us!"

There is no hesitation in your invitation, no hint that you are aware of the storm raging inside him. You are just his sister, inviting him to share in the simple joy of the evening, oblivious to the battle he fights within.

He forces a smile, masking the turmoil beneath, and steps forward. "I was just enjoying the view," he says, his voice betraying nothing.

Rhaena giggles again, nudging Baela. "See, I told you he’s always watching over her."

Baela laughs, a sound like the tinkling of bells. "It’s because he’s a good brother."

The words cut deeper than they should, a cruel reminder of the line he cannot cross. He wants to be a good brother, he truly does. But the blood of the dragon does not care for such boundaries. The blood of the dragon demands more.

As he approaches, you smile up at him, that same smile that has always had the power to calm him, to soothe the fire within. But today, it only stokes the flames higher.

"Are you alright?" you ask softly, your eyes searching his face for something he cannot give.

He nods, the lie slipping easily from his lips. "Of course. Just… thinking."

You raise an eyebrow, a knowing look passing over your face. "You think too much, Jace. You always have."

He laughs, though it is a strained sound. "Someone has to, with you lot always running headlong into trouble."

Baela snorts. "As if you don’t love it."

He shrugs, unable to deny it. "Perhaps."

You laugh then, a sound so pure and unburdened that it twists something deep in his chest. How can you be so carefree, so unaware of the darkness that haunts him?

The conversation drifts to other things—plans for the next dragonride, the latest antics of your younger brothers—but Jace finds it hard to focus. His eyes keep returning to you, to the way the setting sun catches in your hair, to the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. Every moment is a battle, every word a reminder of what he can never have.

Take what is yours. The voice whispers again, insistent, relentless.

He pushes it down, burying it beneath layers of duty, of honor, of love for his family. But it is there, always there, a part of him that he can never truly silence.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and gold, you turn to him once more, your expression soft, almost tender.

"Thank you, Jace," you say quietly.

He frowns, unsure of what you mean. "For what?"

You smile, and it is a smile that breaks him, because it is so full of warmth, of trust, of love. "For always being there. For always watching over me."

He swallows hard, forcing down the lump in his throat. "Always," he promises, and it is both a vow and a curse.

You reach out, your hand brushing against his arm, and the simple touch sends a shock through him, setting his nerves alight. For a moment, he forgets himself, forgets everything but you.

But then Baela speaks up, her voice pulling him back to reality. "We should head inside. It’s getting late."

You nod, but your eyes linger on his for a moment longer, as if searching for something, something you cannot name.

Jace watches as you turn away, following Baela and Rhaena back into the castle, your laughter fading into the evening air. He stays behind, his heart a tumult of emotion, his mind a battlefield.

He knows what he feels is wrong. He knows that he should push these thoughts away, should bury them deep where they can never see the light of day. But he also knows that the blood of the dragon is not so easily denied.

As the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, Jace makes a silent vow to himself. He will protect you, he will care for you, as a brother should. But he will also fight this desire, this hunger that threatens to consume him. He will not let it destroy him, or you.

But deep down, he knows that it will be difficult.

And as he watches the last light of day fade into night, he wonders if it ever truly will be.

Months have passed since that evening on the terrace, and yet the fire within Jacaerys Velaryon has not dimmed. If anything, it has only grown stronger, a persistent heat that simmers beneath the surface, threatening to consume him at every turn. He has thrown himself into his duties, into training and studies, hoping that the rigor will burn away these unwanted desires. But nothing works. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot escape the pull you have on him.

Today, he finds himself wandering through the halls of Dragonstone, his mind restless, his heart unsettled. The castle is quiet, the stillness only amplifying his thoughts. His feet carry him to the library, a place he knows you often retreat to when you seek solace or simply a moment of peace. He tells himself it is a coincidence, that he has come here to study, to distract himself with books and knowledge. But deep down, he knows the truth.

As he enters the library, the scent of aged parchment and ink greets him, a familiar comfort. He pauses in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room until they find you, seated near the window, the light of the midday sun casting a soft glow around you. You are engrossed in a book, your silver-streaked hair falling over your face, your expression serene. The sight of you, so peaceful and unguarded, sends a wave of warmth through him, and before he can stop himself, he is walking towards you.

You look up as he approaches, a smile tugging at your lips. "Jace," you greet him, your voice soft and welcoming. "What brings you here?"

He hesitates, his mind racing for an excuse. "I thought I might find you here," he admits, the words tumbling out before he can catch them. "I wanted to see if you needed any help with your studies."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes. "Since when do you offer to help with my studies?"

He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "I just thought... we haven't spent much time together lately. I miss it."

Your expression softens at his words, and you close the book in your hands, setting it aside. "I’ve missed it too," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

He can feel the tension between you, a charged energy that crackles in the air. The pull is stronger now, a magnetic force that draws him closer, and before he knows it, he is sitting beside you, his body instinctively leaning towards yours.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice rougher than he intended.

You glance at the book, then back at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "A history of Old Valyria. I’ve always been fascinated by our ancestors, by the dragons and the blood magic they wielded."

"Of course," he murmurs, though he hardly registers the words. He is too focused on the way your hand rests so close to his, the way your eyes seem to shimmer in the light. "Our blood is strong, isn’t it? The blood of the dragon."

You nod, your gaze holding his. "It is. It’s what makes us who we are."

The words resonate deep within him, a reminder of the truth he has tried so hard to ignore. The blood of the dragon is what binds you together, but it is also what drives him to the brink of madness. The fire that burns in his veins is not just a curse, but a part of him, a part of you. And he is no longer sure if he can continue to fight it.

"I wanted to ask you something," you say suddenly, breaking the silence that has settled between you.

He blinks, trying to focus. "What is it?"

You hesitate for a moment, as if gathering your thoughts. "I was wondering if you could help me with my dragon training. Grey Ghost is so much more... spirited than he used to be, and I thought maybe you could help me understand him better."

Jace swallows hard, the thought of spending more time with you, alone and away from prying eyes, sending a thrill through him. But it is also dangerous, more dangerous than anything he has faced before. Still, he finds himself nodding. "Of course. I’d be glad to help."

You smile, a smile that warms him from the inside out, and he knows he is lost. He cannot deny you, cannot deny himself any longer. The pull is too strong, the fire too fierce. And as you rise to your feet, gesturing for him to follow, he feels that pull tighten, like a chain around his heart, binding him to you.

The two of you walk side by side through the corridors of Dragonstone, the silence between you comfortable, yet charged with an unspoken tension. Your presence is a balm to him, calming and yet igniting something deep within, something he can no longer ignore. Every brush of your arm against his, every glance in his direction, fans the flames higher, until he feels as though he might burst from the sheer force of it.

When you reach the courtyard where the dragons are kept, you turn to him, your eyes bright with excitement. "Let’s start with the basics," you say, your voice full of eagerness. "You’ve always been better at this than I am."

Jace shakes his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "It’s not about being better," he says, trying to keep his voice steady. "It’s about understanding them, forming a bond with them."

You nod, your attention fully on him now, and he feels a surge of pride at the trust you place in him. "I know," you say softly. "And I trust you to help me."

The words strike him like a blow, the weight of your trust almost too much to bear. He wants to be worthy of it, to be the brother you believe him to be. But he also wants more, so much more, and it terrifies him.

As you step closer to him, your arm brushing against his, he feels that pull again, stronger than ever. He knows he should move away, put some distance between you, but he cannot bring himself to do it. Instead, he finds himself leaning in, his body drawn to yours like a moth to flame.

"You know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "I’ve always felt safest when I’m with you."

The confession catches him off guard, and he looks down at you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why?"

You smile up at him, a gentle, almost shy smile. "Because you’ve always been there for me, Jace. No matter what."

His breath catches in his throat, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear. The pull between you is undeniable now, a force of nature that neither of you can resist. And as you stand there, so close that he can feel the warmth of your breath on his skin, he knows that he is about to cross a line that he can never return from.

But before he can act, before he can make the decision that will change everything, you reach out and take his hand in yours, your fingers curling around his. The simple touch sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he is lost, completely and utterly lost.

"Jace," you whisper, your voice trembling with something unspoken.

He looks down at you, his heart in his throat, and he knows that this is it. This is the moment he has been dreading, the moment he has been craving. The pull between you is too strong, the fire too fierce, and he knows that there is no going back.

But then, as if sensing the turmoil within him, you give his hand a gentle squeeze, your eyes full of warmth and understanding. "Thank you," you say, your voice soft and sincere. "For always being there."

And just like that, the moment passes. The tension between you eases, and you step back, releasing his hand. The pull is still there, still strong, but it is no longer overwhelming. For now, it is enough to simply be with you, to feel your presence beside him, to know that you trust him.

As you turn your attention back to the dragons, Jace takes a deep breath, steadying himself. The battle within him is far from over, but for now, he has won a small victory. He has resisted the pull, resisted the fire. But he knows it is only a matter of time before the dragon within him demands more.

And when that time comes, he is not sure if he will be able to resist.

The winds howl around the jagged peaks of Dragonmont, the volcanic heart of Dragonstone. The sky above is dark, thick clouds swirling in ominous patterns, but here, beneath the shelter of the mountain, you and Jacaerys find solace in the company of your dragons. Vermax and Grey Ghost, their massive forms partially obscured by the mist that clings to the rocky terrain, rest quietly nearby, their watchful eyes ever alert.

The air between you and Jace is charged, as it has been for days now. Since the arrival of the Dragonseeds and the beginning of the Red Sowing, there has been an unspoken tension, a shared anxiety that neither of you has fully voiced. Today, it seems, that silence is about to be broken.

Jace paces before you, his brow furrowed, his steps uneven. "I can’t help but worry," he finally says, his voice low, almost a growl. "Mother’s decision to let these Dragonseeds try to claim the dragons… it could destroy everything. The only thing that sets us apart, that makes us legitimate in the eyes of the realm, is our bond with the dragons. What happens if anyone can do it? What happens if they succeed?"

You watch him, feeling the weight of his concern settle over you like a heavy cloak. You understand his fear; it echoes within you as well. "They are Targaryen bastards, Jace," you say softly, trying to find the right words. "The blood of the dragon runs in their veins, even if the world doesn’t see them as we are seen. But you are right to be cautious. We cannot control what might happen if they succeed. But we can control how we respond."

He stops pacing, turning to face you fully. His dark eyes are intense, filled with worry and something deeper, something you’ve seen growing there in recent days. "What if it shatters everything? What if the realm no longer sees us as the rightful heirs? If they can claim dragons, what does that mean for us?"

You rise from your seat on a smooth outcropping of rock, moving closer to him, your steps slow and deliberate. You can feel the warmth of the dragons nearby, the heat from the mountain beneath your feet, but most of all, you feel the heat radiating from Jace, a fire that matches your own.

"We are more than our dragons," you say, your voice steady. "We are the blood of the dragon, yes, but we are also our mother’s children, the heirs of House Targaryen. That will not change, no matter what happens with the Dragonseeds."

Jace’s gaze softens as he looks at you, the storm in his eyes momentarily easing. "You always know what to say," he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But I’m still afraid. Afraid of what this means for us, for our family."

You reach out, your hand finding his, and the contact sends a spark through you both. "Then we face it together," you say firmly, your fingers tightening around his. "Whatever comes, we face it together, as we always have."

For a moment, there is only silence between you, the kind of silence that speaks louder than words. The dragons are quiet too, their presence a comforting weight in the background. Jace’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, and the simple touch sends a shiver down your spine, the connection between you deepening with each passing second.

Without thinking, you step closer, and suddenly the space between you is gone. You can feel his breath on your skin, warm and unsteady, and the intensity in his eyes is almost too much to bear. The pull between you is stronger than ever, an undeniable force that you can no longer resist.

"Jace," you whisper, your voice trembling with something unspoken, something that has been building for so long.

He doesn’t reply, at least not with words. Instead, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that is both hesitant and eager, as if he is afraid you might pull away. But you don’t. Instead, you kiss him back, your hands moving to cup his face, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepens, all the pent-up emotions of the past weeks, months, perhaps even years, pouring out in that single moment. It is as if the fire that has always burned between you has finally found release, and there is no stopping it now.Jace’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel the desperation in his touch, the need that mirrors your own. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

"So have I," you admit, the words coming out in a breathless rush. "Jace, I—"

He silences you with another kiss, more urgent this time, and you can feel his hands moving to the fastenings of your attire. There is a moment of hesitation, a final chance to turn back, but neither of you takes it. Instead, you help him, your fingers trembling as they work to undo his clothing as well.

The air is cool against your skin as your garments fall away, but you hardly notice. All you can focus on is Jace, on the way his hands move over your body, on the way he looks at you as if you are the only thing that matters in the world. And perhaps, in this moment, you are.

He guides you down onto the warm rock, his movements careful, almost reverent. The heat from the mountain seeps into your skin, mixing with the heat of his touch, and you feel yourself trembling, not from fear, but from anticipation.When he finally joins with you, the pain is brief, a sharp sting that quickly fades, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly connected to him. Jace pauses, his eyes searching yours, as if waiting for your permission to continue.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat, but the look in your eyes says everything. "Please," you whisper, and that is all it takes.

He begins to move, slow at first, almost tentative, but as the moments pass, the hesitation fades, replaced by a growing urgency, a passion that neither of you can control. You cling to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him on, meeting his every movement with your own.

The world around you fades, the sounds of the dragons, the wind, the distant roar of the sea, all becoming nothing more than a distant echo. There is only Jace, only the fire that burns between you, the flames that consume you both, driving you higher and higher until you feel as though you might burst from the sheer intensity of it.

Just as you reach the peak of your union, lost in the sensation of him, you hear a sound, the soft crunch of footsteps on the volcanic rock. Your eyes snap open, and you see him—Ulf the White, one of the Dragonseeds, standing a short distance away, his expression one of surprise and amusement.

Jace’s movements slow as he becomes aware of the intruder, but he doesn’t stop, his body still pressed intimately against yours. His eyes narrow, and you can feel the tension in him, the protective instinct that flares up at the sight of another man watching you in such a vulnerable moment.

Ulf’s smirk widens as he recognizes both of you, his voice carrying an easy confidence as he speaks. "Well, well, what do we have here? Prince Jacaerys and his fair sister, indulging in some… private time, I see."

Jace doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on Ulf, his body shielding yours from view. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, dangerous. "You will leave now, Ulf. And you will speak of this to no one."

Ulf’s amusement doesn’t fade. "And if I don’t? I imagine this little secret could be worth quite a bit."

Jace’s expression hardens, the dragon within him rising to the surface. "I have another proposition for you. Leave now and never speak of this, or tell someone… and Vermax will feast on your bones."

The threat hangs in the air, thick with the promise of violence. Ulf’s smile falters, the realization of Jace’s seriousness sinking in. He glances at the dragons, both Vermax and Grey Ghost now fully alert, their eyes locked on him, and he takes an involuntary step back.

"Fine," Ulf mutters, the bravado gone from his voice. "Your secret’s safe with me, Prince Jacaerys. I was never here." With that, he turns and hurries away, casting one last nervous glance at the dragons before disappearing into the mist.

Jace watches him go, his body still tense, but as the danger passes, his attention shifts back to you, his focus returning to the moment you had both been lost in. The fire that had momentarily cooled begins to burn again, his hands finding yours, his gaze intense.

"I will marry you," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "In the traditions of our ancestors, in the ways of Old Valyria. You are mine, and I am yours, for now and forever."

The words send a shiver through you, the weight of them, the promise in them, filling you with a sense of certainty, of belonging. You nod, your voice trembling as you respond. "Yes, Jace. Yes."

And as he moves within you once more, the world around you falls away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by the fire of your blood.

[xiakato]

Interview with the Director(M)- NINGNING

“Took you long enough to get here,” The woman takes a sip from her glass, her office overlooking a beautiful mountain range in the valleys of Switzerland. 

“Giselle doesn’t like giving me the answers I want,” You sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk. 

“She’s always been one to beat around the bush.” 

“Rather annoying, I had to fuck it out of her,” You sigh placing the audio recorder onto her desk. 

“Well if the stories I’ve heard about you are true, I can’t blame her,” The woman’s smile is captivating. Of course the low light that these women seem to rejoice in, added to the atmosphere nearly as much as their beauty. 

“You could see later, first and foremost it’s an interview my dear Ning Yizhuo.” 

“You’ve certainly done your research, even knowing that name I’ve long since forsaken.” 

“It was difficult, you’ve nearly scrubbed every record of your name besides one of course.” 

“My death certificate?” 

“Yes, why? Why go through all that trouble for everything else but leave that?” 

“Because Ning Yizhuo is dead to the world and anyone that may fall about the story of the Ning family, the family that was found dead in their home.” 

“Tell me about your family,” You pull out your journal, filled with the notes from the previous two interviews. The stories these girls hold you feel that they need to be heard. 

“Run of the mill family, I feel, well as run of the mill we could be for 1740,” She leans back in her luxurious chair, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. The snow falling to the ground as if it’s a missing piece of a larger than life puzzle, “There were whispers, that my family was plotting to betray the Emperor, yet my family still tried and true. My father was a devoted man, my mother could care less, her only care was the children. Till a night such as this one,” she nods her head at the beautiful snowy night and the surrounding alps, “It was a cold night, the fire burned brightly. They descended about our house, blood lined the walls. The blood of the maids spilt in their living quarters sullied their footsteps. They dragged us out of our beds. The terror that encased my body, the tears that stained my cheeks. The cries of my family that fateful night fell on deaf ears as we were slaughtered one by one,” She pauses as a tear falls down her cheek, remembering that painful night of which changed her life, it haunts her, even now, tormenting her in her dreams, “I was left bleeding out on the floor, my vision slowly fading and that’s when I saw her. Skin was white as the snow that fell around her.”

“Is that how she got her nickname?” 

“You seem to know who it is already so yes that’s how she did get that name, Winter.” 

“What of Karina’s brother?” 

“Oh Sunwoo, a cutie, very diligent. He’s long since gone on to work for an unsavory group of vampires. One's hope is to turn the tide of the elders, hoping to get their hands onto power that is yet out of their grasp.” 

“What is this group?” 

She gets out of her chair, “Follow me,” You grab the recorder and follow, “The group is nothing less than a meager thorn in the side of the ones aligned with the elders. They wish to garner enough power and people that could use the power of elders, ones that aren’t an elder themselves. Much like you.” 

“What would they want me for?” 

“They seem to have found a way to extract the power of the hosts, killing them obviously. I heard recently that they’ve been rather busy. I could only assume they’re looking for you,” She opens the door to her bedroom, a lavish room decorated with black and red satin. 

“I see, well enough of them, how did you come to be in charge of this place?” 

“Elder Marius took a particular liking to me, he is long since dead. Watched him turn to ash.” 

“Thanks for your time Miss Ning,” You bow slightly to her and stop the recorder, turning on your heels to leave. 

“Where do you think you’re going manthing?” Her words stop in your tracks, “You seem to think you can just leave without giving me my payment.” 

“What sort of payment do you think you’re going to get?” You turn to look at her, your eyes falling to her perfect legs crossed as she sits on the edge of her bed. 

“The only thing of use that you can give, so strip,” She commanded, her eyes glowing under the light from the fireplace. You were hoping to avoid this as you didn’t want to fuck everyone you interviewed yet her you are pulling your trousers down. She gestures for you to get closer, you do without a second thought. Her soft and slender hand wraps around your cock, shivers run down your spine as you feel how cold she is despite being near a fire. She smirks to herself, “I see why Giselle decided to keep you around.” 

“She keeps more around for more than just my dick,” You tell her as you make her lay on the bed, hiking up her skirt making short work of her panties. 

“Rather confident about it, you should know by now anything that comes out of her mouth you can’t trust,” She chuckles which is replaced by a sharp inhale and a moan as you slide your cock into her, her tightness squeezes your cock not wanting to let go, “Fuck.”

You grip tightly onto her thighs using them as leverage as you thrust deep into her, she squeezes your cock at random intervals adding to your pleasure. Looking down at her, seeing her with that smirk etched on her lips. You part her lips with your thumb, her fangs grazing across it as you keep thrusting, getting her to feel every inch. Her legs wrap around you tightly as she reaches her climax. You slowly pull out as her juices cover the bed sheet. 

“We aren’t done here pretty boy,” She says between catching her breathing, she gets on her knees arching her back, spreading her ass, “Fuck my ass~” 

You don’t have to be told twice, as you push your tip into her ass, “So tight,” You continue to push deeper and deeper.

“No o-ne has fucked my ass since the 80’s, I had to do it myself~” She moans out as you bottom out in her tight ass, “Break me pretty boy, tear that ass up,” She smiles as she feels your cock piston in and out, “FUCK YES!” 

Her moans echo through the halls, the sound skin slapping against skin accompanies it. Your hand wrapped up in her hair as she takes your cock, her mind merely a blank slate. Her eyes glazed over as her ass was used just like she wanted. You pull out quickly, surprising her as she squirts adding to her puddle. Her whole body shakes as she looks back at you, ”You fucker.” 

“I’m only giving you what you wanted, remember that Yizhuo,” You pull her ass back up, spreading it, looking at your handy work. You smile to yourself as you slide back in with ease. She hasn’t recovered from her latest orgasm as you get back to your pace from before. You grip her hips tightly as you pound away chasing your own high using her like a sex toy. She digs her nails into your forearm. You go as fast as your own hips allow as you start to fill her ass with your cum. You keep going, you want to break her, and you will. Grabbing her other arm using them as leverage.

“FUCK FUCK!” She screams out as she starts to squirt as you rail her ass, making sure her ass will forever be able to take your cock whenever. Shooting another load into her, you finally let her go as she collapses on the bed, cum dripping from her ass. You catch your breath as you head over to your trousers. 

“Dirty slut,” You say getting dressed, and walking towards the door as she starts to giggle digging her fingers into her ass spreading it more. 

“Don’t you want to fill my ass more~?”

[reythenerdypisces]

things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread

Part 2: Sea of Monsters

there is a lot this time.

this book is so short and it makes up for the length by being hilarious: 

I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were ever on the verge of death - plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.

Tyson froze. "Pony!" he cried in total rapture. Chiron turned looking offended. "I beg your pardon?" 

"Um..." I said. "Would this be the super-dangerous prophecy that has me in it, but the gods have forbidden you to tell me about it? Nobody answered. "Right," I muttered. "Just checking." 

"Uh, I like Hercules." "Why?" "Well, because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better."

Annabeth looked at me. "We have to get out of here." "You think I want to be in the girls' restroom?" "I mean the ship, Percy! We have to get off the ship."

Tyson was terrified of them. All throughout the tour, he insisted Annabeth hold his hand, which she didn't look too thrilled about.

"Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me." "You're right." "Thanks a lot." 

A minute later, Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face. 

As Luke was raising his sword to rally his troops, a centaur shot a custom-made arrow with a leather boxing glove on the end. It smacked Luke in the face and sent him crashing into the swimming pool. and a few moments later: He [Luke] raised his sword, but got smacked in the face with another boxing glove arrow, and sat down hard in a deck chair. Luke can't catch a break from those boxing arrows, it's the funniest thing

2. also so much baby percabeth!! they’re so cute

She'd [Annabeth] emailed me the picture after spring break, and every once in a while I'd look at it just to remind myself she was real and Camp Half-Blood hadn't just been in my imagination. the fact that he printed out Annabeth's photo? 

Annabeth punched him in the nose and knocked him flat, "And you," she told him, "lay off my friend." her standing up for Percy is adorable

I mean she [Annabeth] looked good. Really good. I probably would've been tongue-tied if I could say anything except reet, reet, reet.

She [Annabeth] started to sob - I mean horrible, heartbroken sobbing. She put her head on my shoulder and I held her. Fish gathered to look at us - a school of barracudas, some curious marlins. Scram! I told them. They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intentions. They were about to start rumours flying around the sea about the son of Poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay. number 1. the way percy is always there for her, number 2. the gossiping fish?? I love it

The look in his [Grover] eyes told me something was terribly wrong. Annabeth had been on guard duty that night, protecting the Fleece. If something had happened -he’s admirably protective, of not just annabeth, but all his friends and I love to see it… exhibit b:

"But if I [Grover] get in trouble again, you'll be in danger, Percy! You could die!" "If you get in trouble again, I want to know about it. And I'll come help you again G-man. I wouldn't have it any other way." I adore their friendship.

3. other mentions: 

"I'm Thalia," the girl said. "Daughter of Zeus." what. an. ending. I still remember how floored I was when I first read this wow

the mention of Hylla got me so excited

am I the only one who forgot Percy could control the sailboat? like the flying ropes and whatnot

I also completely forgot about his watch shield! 

I'll be back for part 3 shortly! :)

[megamindsecretlair]

Qimir x reader 🥺

Ask and receive, anon! Have you been peeking at my drafts??

We Are the Night - Chapter 1

Masterlist Chapter 2

Pairing: Qimir x Jedi!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Tame, nothing explicit. There's teasing though, if you squint. Possible dark elements, but always consensual. Corruption kink. I spit on Star Wars canon. I will borrow some of Osha's backstory, but some things will be changed.

Summary: You end up crash landing onto the planet that Qimir calls home. He rescues you, but you have no way of going home, no way of letting anyone know where you are. Qimir talks a good game, but can you trust him?

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Word Count: 3,406

A/N: Ahhhhhh, this show has rotted my brain and I'm not even an enemies to lovers girlie! But I need that man like a bad habit! Toss a coin to your bloggers by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged howling in my asks.

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Loud, obnoxious beeping roused you into consciousness. Your eyes were gritty, dry, seemingly glued shut. But you forced them open anyway. Light from overhead seared your retinas and you shut it with a groan. You licked your dry lips and tried to turn your head.

Stars, your head was killing you. Achy. Unsettling. The beeps and alarms weren’t going anywhere, however, and you were the only one in this tin can. You didn’t remember passing out. 

You wracked your brain trying to think of what happened. But the last thing you remembered was…talking to…setting coordinates for…fuck, it was on the tip of your tongue to say it but you couldn’t find the words. 

The alarms were starting to pulse in time with your headache. You took a few deep breaths, staring up at your ceiling, which was just a glass dome overlooking the galaxy. You were speeding somewhere and it couldn’t be anywhere good if the alarms had anything to say about it. 

Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t have time for any of that. You grunted and groaned as you climbed off of your floor. Just sitting up knocked the breath out of you. Struggling to your feet took tremendous strength that you just didn’t have. 

Your hand clutched onto the vinyl pilot’s seat as you pulled yourself to standing. A sharp pain pierced your side. The ship lurched to the right and you stumbled, knocking your shoulder against the side of the cockpit. You cried out. Everything hurt!

You gritted your teeth and found the energy to look down, inspecting yourself. You still wore the same outfit, cargo pants, a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and your utility vest. A dark red stain spread across the expanse of your cargo pants. Your shirt soaked up much of the blood, too dark to distinguish between the two. 

You lifted the edges of your shirt to reveal a gushing wound in your side. The sight of your own blood nearly made you swoon. There was so much. You looked towards the floor where you had been laying. There was a generous pool there. Your heart sank. How long were you out?

The ship lurched again, metal ripping, gears shifting, and you stumbled forward. Your navigation panels were all over the place. Red buttons flashed, the alarm screeched, and the other screens blinked on and off. If nothing else, you were in deep fucking trouble. 

You cried out as you flopped into the pilot’s seat. The ship you were in was careening decidedly down, though you weren’t sure why. Out of the corner of your eye, there was movement. You looked to the right to see a bit of smoke. 

You leaned your face against the window, trying to look as far as you could at the gaping hole in the escape pod’s wing. Escape pod? The hell? 

The ship gave a decidedly crude groan and shutter that did not sound good at all. You flipped through your switches trying to turn the damn alarm off. You were woozy, feeling lightheaded and sick, but you needed to think. Now that you were awake, the pains and aches in your body started vying for your attention.

Your foot hurt like hell, your side was killing you, and there was a damn crick in your neck. Focus. Focus. 

You pressed the button to open a wide range channel. “H-Hello? Anyone out there? I’m in trouble,” you said. Your voice was strained, dry, and you coughed from disuse. You knew that you didn’t want to draw the attention of bad characters like pirates or opportunists. But anything was better than imminent death. 

“Please, I don’t know where I am,” you said into the comms. Nothing. No static. Tears gathered in your eyes once more. If you weren’t a failed Jedi, maybe you could figure out a way out of this. Maybe you could have used the Force, meditated and connected with someone, anyone, who could come rescue you. 

You hung your head. There’s no use crying when your life was in the balance. So you swiped at your tears, careful not to smear blood on your face, and refocused on the job at hand. One of these damn switches had to turn off the alarms. 

You grabbed hold of the steering wheel, pulling back on it. No such luck. The ship gave a shudder, a groan, a keening whine and then boom! The ship spun out of control. As the ship twisted and turned, more black smoke emanated from the right wing. Said wing was flung from the ship, spinning away from you faster and faster.

“Oh shit,” you whispered. It wasn’t necessarily needed to fly, but it kept your ship balanced and steady upon take off and arrival. How the hell were you going to land now? 

Shit, shit, shit! You strapped on the seatbelts on your seat and held on as the ship spun and spun. Spun so fast it was a dizzying array of stars overhead, making you sick, Making your stomach flip and flop and threatened to upchuck whatever your last meal was. Whenever that was. 

The ship stopped spinning as if it had been yanked by an invisible chain. Now, it just careened forward, plummeting as you felt the drop in your stomach. A blue planet loomed before you. The sun was on the far side of the planet, illuminating wondrous and endless blue. 

Shit. The last thing you needed was to land on an ocean planet. No land for miles in any direction, no navigational charts to pull you to safety, and no way to communicate that you were there. You didn’t want to die alone on a planet like that. Starved. Pathetic. 

You closed your eyes as the ship rushed towards that planet as if it were calling you there. A beacon. You had nothing but precious few seconds to think about your life’s choices and how you arrived here. At the forefront of it all, if you had just stayed with your mothers, would you have still ended up here? 

The front end of the ship began to burn up as your shields started to break down. The force and speed of your descent made the cabin burn up from entering the atmosphere. 

It was all in sickening high resolution. You watched your final moments like a holo-program, can’t watch but unable to look away. Metal plates began to break away from your ship. One flew into the windshield with a hard thud. The ship dropped down, so that you were nearly vertical staring at the expanse of water.

As you got closer, you realized that there was something worse than heading for a planet made of water. That same planet having jagged and rocky islands. You were too far away to scan for any signs of life. Equipment too badly damaged to run a digital scan. 

You prayed and prayed and hoped that the Force had mercy on you as you went crashing down. You missed a large island by yards, plunging into the murky, deep ocean. Your body snagged against the seatbelt, digging into your chest and sending fresh waves of pain down your body from the wound in your side. The inertia after the initial crash smacked you head first against the window to your left. 

Darkness filled your eyes as you blinked, watching as the ocean swallowed you whole. Alone. With no one to even know you were there.

When you awoke, you sucked in a deep breath of air as if you had been drowning. You settled back against the bed with a soft sigh, trying to recall such a horrid dream. As if you had been lost on a random planet, alone and afraid.

You flipped over in bed, side protesting in pain. You looked down at yourself. Your vest was gone and your shirt had been cut across the hem, giving you a midriff. You went to sit up, but a sudden rush of nausea made you lay back down and take deep breaths.

Your head swam with a headache that hurt enough to make you chew bricks. You rubbed your head, feeling your feverish wet skin. Your vision swam. It could be shock or it could be because you tried sitting up, but you closed your eyes and immediately fell back asleep.

When you woke up again, it was slower this time. A soft, rushing sound was off in the distance. You blinked your eyes a few times and let your vision settle naturally on the room around you.

You were in some kind of cave? Underground surely. Natural by the look of the jagged rocks surrounding you. You were lying on a bed. Not the most comfortable mattress in the world, but it beat even the Jedi temple in terms of stiffness. 

How did you get here? You had no memory of climbing into this place. Or finding a bed. Or stitching yourself up. Your hands floated over your side, feeling a faint scar as if you hadn’t had anything there at all. 

You remembered being in pain. You remembered being on the ship. It was all still so fuzzy, but you remembered that you were desperately trying to escape a different planet. You were on a ship with Sol.

Fear punched you in the throat and then dragged icy nails across your chest. Sol. Yord. Jecki. A sob caught in your throat as you thought about the horrible, awful cruelty of it all. The merchant who was not a merchant. 

You winced as you recalled your last few hours. Or was it days? You, Sol, and Jecki had barely gotten away. Your sister attacked you on the way back to the ship, fighting to get away from her master. 

Mae went on about her misconceptions about you. Spit had flown from her mouth with the absolute venom pouring off of her in waves. How she blamed you for everything. You for leaving. You for abandoning them. You for groveling like some dog before the Jedi. 

“Shut up!” You had yelled and you fought and fought. Mae was always better at using the Force. She had knocked you flat on your back. You had came to moments later, Mae nowhere in sight.

You ran for the shore as best as you were able, wound in your side preventing you from jogging faster. You had to get to Sol and Jecki before Mae did. 

You found Jecki’s body lying face down on the ground, three neat wounds in her chest still smoking. You covered your mouth with your hand, biting back tears and a scream. You were going to kill Mae, if it was the last thing you did. 

Escaping the planet was a blur. Sol hadn’t left yet. But Mae found you on the ship first. She beat you again, catching you unawares like a newborn baby. She pushed you into an escape pod, hit the eject button too quick for you to stop her. Next thing you knew, you were thrust off into space, banging on the window as if it would make a difference. Once more, you were looking up to Mae as she looked down on you. The pod went into hyperspace, off to who knew where. 

You curled in on yourself as you relived those moments. The fear, the anger, the betrayal. Mae was going to complete her goal. She was going to kill Sol and leave you with no one again.

“You’re awake,” a soft voice said.

You flinched, sitting up in bed nausea be damned. A man stood in the entrance to the cave-like room, wearing a white shirt and dark pants. His hair hung in tendrils in front of his face and he had short facial hair. 

He carried a bowl with steam rising from it. “Thought you might be up and brought you some soup,” he said.

“You,” you whispered.

How could it be? You had escaped. You were far from him. How was this murderer here? Walking freely when your friends were dead? 

“It’s not poison if that’s what you think. That’s no fun,” he said. His voice was deceptively calm and relaxed. One would almost call it lazy. 

He placed the bowl beside you and then backed away slowly, hands out, palm side up. He moved across the room until he sat down on a stump, picking up tools.

“Where am I?” 

“I could tell you…” he said, letting his words hang in the air.

“So?” You asked.

He looked back at you and smirked. “Wrong question,” he said.

“What?” You lowered the blanket from your chest, having covered yourself when Qimir entered the room. His back was towards you, there was nothing he was going to do for the moment. 

“Ask me what you really want to know,” he said. 

You ran your tongue over your canine as you looked at him in an all new light. How the hell did he know what you wanted to ask before you did? 

“How did you find me?” You asked.

“I felt you,” he said, looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

You slowly lifted the blanket back up to your chest, feeling his words rush over your skin. He was repulsive. A murderer. Evil. His words shouldn’t sound like…that or affect you like…that. 

“Not many can find this planet. It’s long forgotten on most star maps. Early this morning, I felt an approaching presence. I went outside and saw your ship, lit up like a star. Wasn’t hard to find the wreckage from there,” he said.

You wanted to call him a liar. That was what evil murderers did. But you felt nothing but the truth from him. “Thank you,” you said and looked away from him, hugging your middle.

He saluted you with two fingers from his temple and returned to whatever it was he was doing. You felt silly looking at his back. His wide back. You’ve gotten a few glances at a rough, razed scar on his back. You wondered about it but kept your mouth shut in case he was sensitive about it. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. You were worried about his feelings? He was the one who had kidnapped you, brought you to this cave, and offered you poisonous soup. You didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him. 

“What is that?” You asked. Your curiosity would always get the better of you. That helmet scared the absolute taste of your mouth, but you were also deeply intrigued by it. The shape, the color. The teeth.

“Eat your soup and I’ll tell you,” he said. How the hell could he know you weren’t eating? His back was still turned towards you.

“You project your emotions,” he said. Your name slipped from his lips softly. You shook your head. 

“I do not,” you said.

Qimir chuckled and went back to fiddling with his helmet. You waited a few more moments, looking between his helmet and the bowl of soup. You didn’t want to risk sudden death, but you also really wanted to know about his helmet.

You kissed your teeth and grabbed the bowl of soup. It looked sort of appetizing, filled with soft fish and veggies. You grabbed the spoon, swirling the soup around and around the bowl. 

“You can do it,” he said. Your eyes flicked to him, and he was half turned in your direction. You scowled at him as he smirked at you. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, rising to his bait. You drank straight from the bowl, letting the herbs, spices, and flavor explode on your tongue. It wasn’t half bad for a planet with no land animals. 

Qimir smirked when you came up for air. He tapped the top of his helmet. “Cartosis. Handy against lightsabers,” he said.

“How do you have a lightsaber?” You asked. When you left the Order, you had to give yours up. You felt terrible. You had worked so hard on finding the right crystal, building your saber from the ground up. Designing it to fit perfectly in your hand. 

“You’re full of questions,” he said. 

“You’re full of non-answers,” you countered.

He tilted his head and conceded the point. “I used to be like you. Young, stars in my eyes, believing in the Order.”

“Is that how you got the scar?” You asked. Fine. You couldn’t help it. 

“I believed in someone I shouldn’t have,” he said. 

He grabbed his tools, gathered them in a box, and then stood up from his seat. “It’s like a sensory deprivation headpiece, like we used as Younglings. You should try it on,” he said. He smirked at you like he knew what your answer was going to be. 

“I’m not trying that thing on,” you said.

He smirked and you hated that look on his face. “What are you so afraid of? That you might look into the Force and have it stare right back?” 

“Is that what it’s for?” You asked. You didn’t need to get into the gritty details of your connection to the Force or lack thereof. It was about mental discipline. It all but faded from your fingertips the moment you stepped out of the temple for good.

“If you’re that curious, take a look,” he said. He smirked one final time, heading off to wherever he came from. 

“How long are you going to keep me here?” You asked.

He stopped at the entrance to the room and looked sideways at you. “That depends on you,” he said.

He left the room, leaving you to stew in your thoughts. You finished off the rest of the soup. If it was poison, at least it tasted good on the way down. Left to your own devices, there was nothing to do but either go back to sleep or stare at the helmet.

You looked at its crude design. Designed to incite fear and command respect. You recalled how fluidly he moved. How precise he was in his maddening dance of ruthlessness. How sure of himself he was.

You’d never been sure of anything in your life. You always felt like an outcast. An outsider. You floated between groups of people, never belonging to any of them. Strangely, way deep down inside, you felt a certain…pull here. A deep settling in your bones.

You shook your head, fighting off that wayward thought. You had to focus on getting out of here. Of finding his ship and escaping before he grew tired of you and killed you. 

Your eyes flitted to the helmet once more. As if it were silently calling you. Taunting you. If you strained to listen, you could just make out a voice. 

Screw it. What was the worst that could happen?

You placed the bowl on the chair in front of you and crossed the rocky floor towards Qimir’s workbench. You grabbed the helmet and sat down, staring at it. Slowly, you brought it over your head. It was larger than you thought it would be, but somehow so small you started to hyperventilate. 

All you could hear was the sound of your rapidly increasing breaths. You couldn’t see anything out of the helmet. Only feel. Hear. Your hands clutched the side of the helmet, feeling like it was crushing your skull with every breath that you took.

You felt a lazy eye open somewhere. Like you were staring at some great beast, who’s body spanned the universe. And it turned that eye on you. In a panic, you screeched and tore off the helmet, tossing it onto the desk and backed away from it. You nearly fell off of the ledge trying to get away.

You stared at the visage. The harsh smile gleaming silver. It was turned on its side, face plate towards you. Mocking you. 

You turned your back from it and leaned against a stony wall. Jagged pieces of rock bit into your palm but you welcomed the pain. Welcomed the reminder that you were alive, by the grace of Qimir, but alive. And you still had your wits about you. You were not going to let him corrupt you.

You believed in right from wrong. You believed in the side of the Jedi. If nothing else, you knew that you would never, ever side with the likes of Qimir.

Masterlist | Chapter 2

[failing-to-write-again]

A Rainy Conversation; Shu Sakamaki x Reader

(Below audio is rain noise incase this link doesn't work, just for thematic background vibes)

"What a bother, you'll catch a cold and then that will be my problem"

You didn't hear him open the sliding door to the school's roof. He stood under the metal overhang protecting the welcome mat. You crouched on the lip of the bottom stair leading up to the more open area overlooking the sports courts. Instead holding an umbrella over your shoulder as you stared out to the town surrounding the school. The edges of your skirt damp from the cold, shoes shiny from the smattering of water droplets. You don't turn to him like you normally would.

"Heh, or do you just want the rain to turn guys shirts see through...perv."

He walks over, rain quickly causing his blonde curls to clumps and cling to his face, his blazer protected most of his cardigan from the rain. He sat beside you, most of his broad frame protected by the plastic. You then spoke.

"Why do you hang out with me so much?"

He scoffs at your deadpan comment. His hands remain in his pockets and he stretches one leg out straightening it.

"Why would you ask stupid questions like that? You always do."

"Because for all that talk you keep doing weirdly nice things, things that not a month ago would have you proclaiming how much of a bother they are."

His tongue runs across his teeth, a shallow soothing of his shame.

"You're imagining things."

"You've attended every class we have together, and suddenly I'm getting apologises for rude comments or being left out. My bed is now heated whenever you plan on sleeping there. Whenever I wake feeling anemic there's cranberry juice everywhere! And then this you keep talking all casual to me like we're friends."

Your head turns slightly as you look at him through the corner of your eye. Neither of your voices were very loud, the rain drowning you out what few noises of life remained in such weather. Shu's gaze remained transfixed on the ground, head tilted to the side slightly. His shoulders raised and fell slightly as he shifted.

"You cried all night a while ago."

His tone despondent and distant. As if he was somewhere else. His fingers tapped uncharacteristically against the stone, small droplets being flung as they moved. He let the words linger as he considered his next words.

"After the exams, I found your album with the ballet pictures. Then you just looked so sick compared to them, I went to leave and then I heard sobbing. It was you crying in your sleep about being taken away. That man, the priest, you kept saying his name begging him to let you go home."

You scoff, rolling your eyes and looking at your shoes. He looks to you in response.

"I don't see why that would make you act so weird, you don't care about anyone. 'Too mich effort.' That's your catchphrase right. So what you want to fuck up my life more?"

You stand, increasing the distance between you but still keeping him under the umbrellas protection.

"What's your deal?" You spit.

He shrugged.

"I didn't care. But it felt wrong whenever you looked hurt, I thought I wanted to hurt you, but everytime something did it felt horrible. I don't want to care, whenever I care about something it gets hurt. But then when you would fall asleep after I drank you, you never cried in your sleep."

"Shu this all sounds so round about. Just be brief. I'm sick of this!"

Your knuckles turn white gripping the umbrellas handle. Your chin wobbling slightly as you whispered.

"I don't like being played with, so if this is to get blood easier just say and I'll be easier. Because I'm starting to think you like me, and I'm starting to like you. So call me stupid and disappear."

He slowly pushes himself to stand before you. Now entirely out of the umbrellas reach to look down at you.

"You're an annoying pain but it's more of a pain when you're not around now. What you said when you first met me was right, I run away from people. But you, I can't run from without feeling even worse, especially after seeing everything that gets put on you."

His hands touch your waist, ducking under the umbrella as he slips into your space. His head comes to rest on your shoulder, sopping wet locks soaking through your uniform.

"I don't want to run anymore. You don't cry when you sleep next to me, so I'll stay by your side so you don't cry while awake."

Your shoulders begin to shake as tears begin to roll down your face. Your free hand gripping the soft wool of his cardigan tightly.

"You're an asshole. You're meant to say this before you start acting sweet."

"Cruel woman, a man pours his heart out for you and you insult him."

"Said the cruel man with the unbeating heart."

He laughs at that, pulling you closer and taking the umbrella from you. Your hand slips around him in turn. You feel a pressure on your forehead, similar to a kiss.

"It doesn't need to beat to belong to you."

Pulling back he holds your face up wiping some tears away with his thumb.

"Stop crying, it's bothersome"

[mio-nika]

I promised @turquoisewaves07 podcast recommendations

So let's get going. I will not obviously include every podcast I ever listened, only the ones that I really like and sometimes relisten.

1. Knifepoint horror.

Possibly my favourite podcast ever. It's the series of stories written and narrated by a guy called Soren Narnia. They are not usually connected and would sound similar to oneshots of MAG (almost every story starts as "my name is..." just like the "statement of..."). They usually very weird in nature, and it's really hard to explain why I like them so much. I usually recommend starting from "school".

2. Limetown.

Oh, the classic story about "every living person disappeared from this small unassuming town in the middle of the night".

It's like. One of the most famous ones in my list? They even had show adaption?? I never saw it, even tho every time I listen to it I think " fuck, it was really made with visuals in mind". Especially the last scenes.

3. The White Vault.

If it still snowing where you are it's a great one. Small expedition goes to a remote arctic station to fix things. Bad things happen. Interesting that almost the entire crew (both characters and actors) are bilingual and it plays big part in the story. Well, except one character. The Canadian-russian guy played by Peter Lewis. But I like him so I'm not even THAT mad.

4. Mabel.

Hi, so do you like LESBIANS? Mabel is really hard to recommend, because it made almost like a theatrical play where characters are talking in verses. It's a story about fae, lesbians, haunted buildings and women emancipation? It's extremely good. You will want to write lines over all of your walls, on your hands, on your heart.

5. The Big Loop.

It's the second podcast in the list, that is basically one guy writing not connected stories. He's name is Paul Bae and he more famous as one of the authors of "The Black Tapes". He left after the first season and he's probably the ONLY reason why first season is good. I highly recommend starting from "The Surrogate" if you like horror and "F.M.L." if you into hopefull dark comedy.

6. Alice isn't Dead

Do you remember how good were early podcasts writtend by a WTNV staff? I think we starting to forget. It's another "do you like lesbians" story, but its actually so much more. I cried real fuckin tears in a bus after the last episode, not from sadness, but from overwhelming hope for humans.

7. Death by Dying.

I've already recommended it in another post. But if you liked WTNV you need to listen to Death by Dying. It's a series of obituaries from a small weird town written by a guy who are very very VERY weird. He talks to a Angel of Death, he adopts cannibalistic cats and writes his abituaties more like personal stories of stupidity.

8. Small Town Horror.

This one usually gets overlooked, probably because of the very generic name, but for me it's really a hidden gem. Traumatized guy are trying to put together things that happened to him in his childhood and why he's so fucked up. If you really want to read story written by an unreliable narrator, this one is for you.

9. Within the Wires.

I already sang my praises about how good was the early podcasts written by a WTNV, but I will repeat it here. THEY WERE REALLY GOOD. It has a very different styles of storytelling from season to season. The first one is told through a series of mindfullness recordings. The second one is an art lections. Every season happens in the same universe and expands the over-arching story.

10. Spines.

I was thinking that to put as a last one and mostly torn beetween Spines and Girl in Space, but I'm a horror visual girl, so I choose Spines. Our heroine wakes up with no memory in the bath full of blood with a cultist-looking people and a probably other cult victims around her. Slowly she learns that she really is and in that horrying reality she was born.

[viserratargaryen2]

For those who know me from my TikTok @☆Viserra☆ you probably know that I absolutely adore Viserra Targaryen. But I just see more and more hate come to this character and I just feel the need to write down all the things that I think most people overlook when it comes to this girl and why I think she was not just this typical „arrogant, pretty Princess“. Because when I look at this character I see an extremely misunderstood and mischaracterising character. (English in not my first language so excuse the grammar <3)

I think that Viserra was actually a really lonely child during the early years of her life. She was the youngest out of 8 living children and had no real younger siblings that she could spent her time with. Most people probably know this quote about her sister Saera where septon Barth just casually drops how Saera feels like she is constantly overshadowed by her siblings and completely forgotten and how people assume that she is in no need of comfort but she actually is. I think this quote could be just as much related to Viserra as it is to Saera. Because both of these children are glass children in some sense of way. Though this just played out very different in both of them because they have very different personalities. In my opinion what happend here is that both Saera and Viserra were in desperate need of their mother. But Alysanne just simply prioritised Daella more than them. In Saera this led to an extreme amount of misbehaviour and trouble with which she got at least some of her parents attention. However Viserra was very different to Saera. She was recorded to not have cried or screamed as a child which I think let Alysanne believe that Viserra would be fine without much of her attention. However that was not the case.

I believe what Viserra most wanted in life was to be loved, admired and recognised. However she was mostly overshadowed and forgotten. I think in some way she wanted to be like her mother. Loved and admired. But she never got that kind of love and attention from her family as much as she wanted. So I think when she first realised that people would love her for her beauty, she ultimately wanted to never led that feeling of admiration and love go. And this is why she became so obsessed and vain. Because her beauty was for her the only way to get what she most desired. Love.

But I think she ultimately also knew that these people who admired her so much, simply loved her for her beauty and, for example, not for intelligence or other talents that she had. I mean her best friend was described in the book as basically dumb and stupid which I think says a lot about the people in her environment. And this is the point where Baelon becomes important.

Fire and blood tells us that Viserra was very much in love with Baelon but we are never told why. I believe that there are two reasons for this.

1. Viserra wanted to get the recognition of her mother. She probably thought that since Alysanne always wanted for her children to marry each other that she would love Viserra more if she did exactly that and become just like her and Alyssa. So it was probably a big shock for her when Alysanne became so angry with her for wanting to marry Baelon. Personally, I feel like Viserra always wanted to please her mother but at the same time also had the feeling like Alysanne could not stand her presence.

2. Baelon loved Alyssa despite her looks. Viserra always wanted someone who would not simply love her for her looks. So as said before I believe that what Viserra craved was for someone to love her for who she was and not simply for her beauty. And seeing Baelon doing that with Alyssa was probably what made her so fixated on Baelon. Because she thought that if he could love someone who was not pretty, that he could love someone like her perhaps even more and she would finally be loved and cherish like she always wanted.

All in all I feel like everything Viserra ever wanted was the love and admiration of her mother. But from her perspective her mother hated and disliked her or saw her as a competition. I also do not believe that Viserra wanted to become queen.

For me this character is so enjoyable because Viserra is funny and clever but ultimately and extremely tragic and sad character. I know that some people seem to find it extremely easy to hate Viserra for slipping into Baelon‘s bed and „trying to seduce him“ but just straight up don‘t see that this was a fucking 15 year old girl who was completely lost and desperate to get out of an unfair and disgusting betrothal. Something I always do when I meet these kind of characters is to try and put myself in their shoes. I think if more people would do that you would understand easier why Viserra did what she did.

Headcanon: in the last moments of her life, after falling from the horse during her „last night of fun and laughter“, one of her last thoughts before dying was if her mother would cry for her as much as she had for Alyssa and Daella. Or if she would even care.

[twistthescript]

Warehouse AU Lore Dump: Jane Doe, Her Doll, and Connections to Karnak-

There are quite a few spoilers for KARNAK! He sees the future! in this, so if you haven't read it but care about spoilers, this is your time to click away.

If you haven't seen my first post about Karnak, His Backstory, and The Warehouse, you can find it here. It might provide more insight into some of this post's missing links.

Now, let's talk about Jane Doe (under the line):

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There are plenty of theories behind the mystery of Jane Doe. Multiverse theories, Murder theories... some even believe that Jane was never human to begin with; That she was created by Karnak to teach the choir a lesson. I've seen many versions of this one, so let's call it the 'Catalyst Theory' to keep it simple.

This theory has become my focal point for Jane, and something I can slingshot off of.

So, to backtrack. What do we know of Jane's backstory in my AU?

Karnak didn't create her from nothing. He grew quite attached to the two porcelain dolls mentioned in KARNAK!

He also didn't create her to directly affect the choir (though it happened anyway), but rather for a more selfish reason. He is a very lonely being after all, and most lonely beings latch onto the first things they can connect with. (The dolls.)

What she believes and what Karnak (and eventually the reader) knows are two different things. Congratulations, you know more than the choir and Jane and you can do nothing to stop the rockslide.

^^^ To connect to this: Jane's memories are warped and twisted. We'll get back to this point in a minute.

Now... who is Jane Doe?

The simple answer. She's a doll. But the more complex answer? She's made up of two. Karnak can't fully separate things that were never meant to be apart. (He doesn't have a physical heart, but he still has a heart.)

Her body is human ("Sadly, I've only ever possessed the power to bring one back to life.")- It is made up of the one doll whose head was shattered off by one of the twins. (It's said that Jane has a thick, jagged scar that overlaps the porcelain head, connecting the two. I'd like to think the remaining porcelain chunks sewn onto the neck was an attributing factor to the appearance to that.)

Since Karnak only has his programming, and brains are complex (and I'm already explaining quite a bit... but not this), the unbroken doll's head is the one on Jane's shoulders. She carries around the body. (A little morbid when you think about it, but yes, that is Jane's Dolly.)

So yeah, Dolly is very damn important to her.

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What about the memories?

As mentioned above in points 3 and 4, what Jane believes is different from what Karnak knows.

Jane is already shown to remember the pain and screams from what she believes is the Cyclone Accident. [Mentioned in 'How to Talk to Dolls']

In 'Nightmares Can't Hurt You,' Jane is shown to remember falling and losing her head [Ch. 1], and is even shown to bleed from the scar (and her eyes during that mess, but we'll ignore that for now).

Aside from the Lion Catchphrase in the show, I've also thrown in a fact about Wolverines [Nightmares, Ch. 4].

If they're not physical memories of the Cyclone Accident, what are they?

It's all summed up in KARNAK! Ch. 3, or as I like to call it: The Circus Chapter. The screams Jane remembers? The audience's reaction to the girls getting hurt + the panic from the family and the cries from the little girls. The fall and head loss? The dolls always sat on a crate overlooking their girls. Simple answer: they fell, and a girl landed on the porcelain head (which, ouch. porcelain cuts hurt).

Well, what about the blood? Half human body meets porcelain head. (Let's go with that.) I have no other justification because that will be something the readers figure out with the choir.

The animal facts just came from Penny Lamb and Karnak's auditory memory. While my story isn't Legoland compliant, and Jane Doe is NOT Penny Lamb- I couldn't resist throwing a small cameo of Lego!Penny and Ezra Lamb in.

And that's Jane Doe. There's more to her, but that's all you need to know for now. With that being said, have fun watching it all go down, knowing what you know now...

~ Twist

[lentenken]

Do you remember? There were only two.

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He doesn't know what happened, just knows that at the start of it, he'd been resting in bed. Resting right below the window, with the sun shining bright on his face. It was nice and comfortable, and Natsu couldn't bring himself to wake up. Instead, he curled up deeper into the covers. The heat felt nice on the bits of scales that covered his skin, and he had decided that Igneel or Zeref could wake him up instead.

He woke up to fire, instead. It wasn't his, or Igneel's, or anyone else's on the island. This fire was raging against something, filled with spite and hatred, and it made Natsu itch with a feeling that he needed to run. But he couldn't bring himself to, even when he heard the cries and the pleas outside his little hut on the outskirts of the village, he stayed put. Curled up on an ashen bed with the windows broken down and blood splattered across the floors.

There was a shadow above him and Natsu shut his eyes harder, curled up even smaller, and pretended he was just playing hide and seek with everyone else. He doesn't remember what happened after that, only waking up on an empty island with a heavy weight on his shoulders that he didn't understand, not yet. A figure was sitting by the edge of the forests, overlooking the sea, and she was pretty. Blonde hair and brown eyes overflowing with warmth with a sweet smile on her lips, Natsu felt as if he were looking at the paintings his Mama'd show him. He took one step forward, and-

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The air made him want to puke, even though there was nothing in his stomach. It had that acrid taste of something he didn't want to think about and decided that maybe it was a good thing Wendy left a few years hours ago. The surviving trees were covered with soot, but they were the only sources of food left except for the corpses littering the ground so he got to cleaning them. He made sure to clean the bits around their roots, too, and munched on a huge mango. It tasted bitter, no matter what he tried.

He swallowed it all down anyways and leaned against the corpse-thin shoulders of his brother, who was tapping at his knee. "Man, I miss how Grandeeney and the folks used ta make our food," Natsu said, his usual greedy gulps of food now a more slow and hesitant pace.

"If you'd paid attention to their lessons you would know exactly how to cook," Zeref gave Natsu a tap on his forehead and sighed, "Recovering all the farms will be a pain, though... And all our livestock's dead."

"Haaaa? Can' we just bring some from outside? That's what Gajeel's dad did!"

"Metallicana is over a hundred times bigger and stronger than both of us combined." Here, Zeref paused and thought for a moment, "Neither of us has the net he used to kidnap them, too."

"A net? I thought they all just stayed inside his mouth for a while!"

"And eat them...? No, I'm pretty sure Skiadrum would have tormented him for years if he did."

"Wouldn' stop 'im, though."

"...it really wouldn't," Zeref couldn't help but imagine that, with Metallicana gleefully swooping down on a poor farmer's land to capture a few pigs and cows into his mouth before flying away and congratulating himself for the success before landing back home and finding that he'd swallowed everything down his gullet.

...yes, Skiadrum would have beaten Metallicana halfway to death for that.

He told Natsu exactly that, and his brother cackled.

Neither tried to think of the blood pooling by their feet.

After that, the days passed simply enough. A few chicks had somehow made their way to the island, and for a few years, life was simple enough. They would feed the chicks with a few seeds they'd managed to salvage from the somehow living fauna, eat mostly fruits from the trees, and train together. They'd leave, someday, Natsu knew. To search for everyone else, to see other people for once, to avenge the fallen.

For now, they'd both settled for practicing their magic each day until they'd be a few spells away from dropping dead. For now, they tried to not think too hard of the bodies they'd buried, and the number of graves lower than there'd been living people. For now, they tried not to think too much about how everything felt horribly wrong, like they'd been displaced.

Lucy looked over the sleeping bodies of children and thought of how tired of it all she was, and Loke gave her a hug.

A/N: I have... ideas for how I'd like to fit the other dragon slayers into the story. It's gonna be overtly complicated, as Lucy's ideas usually are, and be filled with misery! Fun fact, in the next one shot I'm planning on writing down how Lucy got her curse, and it's not fun! It'll also showcase my multishipper tendencies lmao.

[hrtsmom]

“We have to get to the top,” I said, leading Celinda forward again. “We need to see what’s happening.”

The stone stairs had no railing, but my feet were sure as I climbed them with the others behind me. At last we came out to the watch room, an empty chamber making up the entire top floor of the tower. A series of windows pierced the walls, and I drew Celinda over to one overlooking the center of the city. Kefar came to stand beside me as well, and we stared out at the roiling scene below. We were low enough that I heard Enio shouting orders. Already there was some hand-to-hand fighting going on. I saw some of Achelle’s slaves, distinguishable because the guards were in uniform. The slaves fought as if berserk, and I could see it was going to be difficult for the guards to avoid killing them in self-defense.

But Achelle’s slaves were the lesser threat. More bat-creatures like the ones lying dead in my room wheeled overhead, dark against the light of the moon. They swooped down on the heads of guards and marauders alike, attacking with their teeth and claws before gliding away on their leathery wings. Other dark creatures swept through the streets as well: some going on four legs like misbegotten dogs or oversized cats; others on two, like men but with longer arms and hair covering their entire bodies. Like the bats, these things attacked anyone who was unfortunate enough to get in their way, striking out with mindless ferocity until their victims either fell or ran. It was as if Achelle wanted to destroy every living thing in Dianort, and didn’t care that some of her own forces were caught in the ruthless advance.

Behind all the other noises, but still making itself plain, I heard the screaming howl of the merrindo, an eerie background to the clashing of blades and the cries of the wounded. But instead of the helpless chill I usually felt when I heard that sound, this time I felt my resolve strengthen. It was going to be my part to help deny the evil spirit its prey.

“Celinda, are you ready? They need our help.”

“Give me a moment, please.” I heard a slight tremor in her voice.

“All right.” I turned to Kefar. “They will need you too. You can leave us.”

He nodded, then carefully laid Kenas down on the floor at my feet. “I hope he’ll be all right.”

“Don’t worry about us.”

He smiled a little. “Let me worry, if I want to. I’m sure you’ll be worrying about me.”

I reached for his hand, but couldn’t think of any words to say. He leaned forward and kissed me. “Take care, Zania. I’ll see you soon.” Then he hurried over to the stairs and started down.

When he had gone, I took my daughter and her sling from against my chest. I wrapped the baby in the cloth sling and laid her on the floor near the wall, where she would be close by but out of danger. Jollan lay down next to her, curling her body around the baby as if she were one of the wolf’s own pups.

Then I crouched down next to Kenas, reaching my healing sense out to him for the first time. He was weak from loss of blood; he had three serious wounds and several small ones. I worked quickly to close the worst of the wounds, and breathed a little power into the wolf’s body to strengthen him. He closed his eyes as the pain lessened, seeking sleep instinctively.

When I had finished with him, I rejoined Celinda at the window. “Is it bad?” she asked.

“He’ll survive,” I said distractedly as I peered down at the fighters again.

She shook her head. “I meant the battle, Zania. How is it going?”

“Are you ready to see for yourself?”

I sensed her fear, and knew she was remembering, as I was, what had happened when we joined our powers before. But she didn’t hesitate long before saying, “I am ready. We must help.”

She took hold of my hand, and we both closed our eyes. This time I felt only a little resistance when I moved toward her mind, and soon I had contact with her inner self. She didn’t need any prompting this time. As soon as our mind-selves met, we clasped hands again. Then we opened our eyes.

[manwalksintobar]

52 Notes for the Product of Conception  // Damian Rogers

1      Purple plus sign on a stick means I’ve multiplied.

 2      I’m a walking bag of salt water. This makes me your first ocean.

 3      A woman takes my pulse, says, I think you’re having a little girl.

 4      I carry you, little candle, snub of wax, like an unlit lantern.

 5      Bless us. Now we are four.

 6      I read my son a bedtime story so much like so many stories: a pretty girl marries a rich white bear who warns her not to listen to her mother.

 7      I’m planning our adventures in Spain when I see the first spot.

 8      Maybe I’ll have a baby in the spring. Maybe not.

 9      Waiting for my doctor. To hear what? Stuff I know? Stuff I don’t know.

 10  Doctor looks down and frowns.

 11  Another me stands in front of Guernica with you ticking inside.

 12  Bless us. Now we are three.

 13  This goodbye goes slow, bleeds for weeks.

 And then, home alone: a horror show.

 14  He ran upstairs to find me naked from the waist down, blood everywhere.

 15  At Emergency, I lie down on the floor of the waiting room, my hoodie folded under my head.

 16  Bless us. Now I am one woman on a gurney guided by strangers.

 17  Doctor says, Sometimes it won’t let go.

 18  Another me races with new luggage to catch a final flight. Another me eats octopus at a bar with a single glass of cold beer.

 19  Doctor says, I know. It feels like I’m ripping your insides out.

 20  Another me enters the least touristy flamenco cave in Granada.

 21  Doctor says, I think I got it all.

 22  Rush of morphine. The instant wish for more.

 23  Another me breakfasts on a terrace overlooking the Alhambra. Travel guides explain its structure is one giant repeated prayer.

 24  Nurse says, A lot. That was a lot.

 25  Nurse says, Sure, you should go to Spain. Get insurance. Doctor says, No. Pre-existing condition.

 26  Doctor looks down and frowns. Wash your foot.

 27  A line of juniper trees and narrow cedars pointing up, like so many middle fingers.

 28  The women say keep my head warm. I sleep in the hoodie, my grim autumn robe.

 29  Another me struggles to push my son’s stroller down cobbled steps and through a hole in the old city wall, following the river to the Arabic market.

 30  Cancel the plane tickets, the rooms with views.

 31  The sitter says, It was his will.

 32  The other sitter says, Don’t try for another. Why mess with perfection?

 33  I drink nettle. I eat herbal tablets prepared in China.

 34  My son cries in his sleep. Settles. I sneak rose quartz into the bed.

 35  Instead of taking the train out of Madrid, I am in an empty hallway back in the hospital, following the black line, the peeling black line.

 36  Old woman beside me complaining. They were supposed to cut my hair and now I’m in the hospital.

 37  She coughs her Dark Age plague in my face.

 38  I was here for so many years, believe me.

 39  I snap at the old lady that we all have to wait as my neighbour texts to tell me Only light can pass through your field of light.

 40  I write jokes in my head. Do you do your face for a D&C?

 41  My body stays changed. I text a friend about this dead-baby weight. A sentence with no.

 42  This happens to women all the time. People tell me this all the time.

 43  In my lonely fog, I leave the baby gate open at the top of the stairs.

 44  In my lonely fog, I become a flight of stairs.

 45  It’s like it never happened. Except it takes so long to unhappen.

 46  This is not how I planned it.

 47  I planned a single cold beer in a tall glass. With octopus. An octopus sandwich.

 48  Machines measure the remaining evidence in centimetres.

 49  My immortality vanishes. The women say, Don’t get wet. Stay warm. Ginger tea. Bone broth, beef stew. Stay in bed.

 50  Friends ask, How was Spain?

 51  They do things differently in other countries. From now on I’ll live in another country.

 52  And I’ll always be your only ocean.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Midnight Blades {14}

Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes) Summary: After leaving Red Keep for hopefully the last time, your journey takes a detour as Vhagar ignores the command of her rider. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, grief, fluff WC: 2072

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen || Part Sixteen || Part Seventeen || Part Eighteen || Part Nineteen || Part Twenty ||

The sun set while you stood transfixed in the window overlooking the city that had given and taken so much from you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to tear the curtains from their rails, you wanted to run through the streets with a torch and burn it all to ash. But you stood still while Aemond became a maelstrom, whirling around the room packing what essentials he could fit into the satchels that had arrived with you. 

At some point Aemond disappeared, leaving you with Ser Negan who stood at your back after failing to elicit any conversation from you. Though you didn’t talk, you still listened. Ser Negan spoke of Nate’s courage and how he would be proud to have given his life for his family, for his sister and his niece he would never meet. Instead of making you feel better it only made you feel worse.

“We are leaving now,” Aemond said as he rushed into the room, waves of rage rolling off him.

“They are here?” Ser Negan asked as he picked up on the tension pricking the room, Aemond’s eye searching the shadows for foe. 

Aemond blinked and you dreaded the words there were to follow the thick swallow took, nothing good followed that. “Jaehaerys is dead,” his pause was heavy, “a son for a son.”

You felt his guilt knowing it was retribution for Lucerys dying by his hand, just as Daemon had died by yours. Now you had both lost people you cared for.

“We need to leave, princess,” Aemond repeated as he cupped your face, turning you away from the blood red streaks on the horizon.

“My brother.” Panic suddenly filled your chest as you realised you had left him behind, the return trip from the docks to Red Keep still a blur like a nightmare that you couldn’t quite remember but innately knew it was terrible. “What about my brother?”

Ser Negan dropped a heavy hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “He is being prepared for his final journey to the homeland. I will return with him and keep the death watch.”

“You have my gratitude,” you said with a quiet voice that was unfamiliar to your ears. “I shall have need of a personal guard as heir,” you choked over the word and took a moment to regain your composure, “if you so choose, I would appreciate your continued loyalty.”

Ser Negan bowed his head and thumped his fist to his chest. “You never have to ask, little sparrow, my sword is yours to command.”

Aemond curled his arm around your back ready to lead you from the room but you stopped and looked back at Negan. “Will you escort us to the Dragon Pit?”

Aemond’s men had already failed to stop one child assassin so he did not argue with your request, letting the commander fall into step behind you with his hand ready on his sword. 

“Aemond, please,” Alicent cried as she blocked the way to the gates, the wails of a broken mother echoing down into the courtyard. “You need not leave, not when your family needs you, your brother needs you here. Think of them.”

“I’m sorry, mother,” Aemond said with a detached voice as he watched the wide open space warily. “Until this day, the Red Keep was silently under siege and you knew about it, turning a blind eye to the spies within the walls. I am thinking of my family, that is why I must do this. My child comes first, though that might be something you are unfamiliar with.”

“That is not fair,” Alicent said as she slapped Aemond, the harsh sting stirring you from the stupor you had slipped into. “Everything I have done is for you and your siblings. I don’t even recognise you anymore.”

The light in his pale eye faded at the insult. “Because I am no longer a pawn for you to use in your machinations?”

Her hand rose to slap him again but you caught her wrist in a tight grip that left her wincing. “I am no longer just another princess, Alicent, you would do well to remember that before you strike my future consort.” You shoved her hand away and caressed your fingertips over the red hand print burning on Aemond’s cheek. 

Aemond caught your hand and brushed past his mother to march the stables where the horses were waiting, their saddles already prepared. Just as quickly as you had been swept from your home, you were rushing back. It was a cycle that you hoped would not repeat as you could not stomach the emotions that each journey stirred. 

The guards, and Ser Negan with them, had left after safely delivering you and your husband to the dragons’ den, their faces forlorn as they saluted Aemond and bowed their heads to you. No one had offered an escort into the heart of the pit but you did not fault them for it, merely thanking them and hugging Negan in farewell. 

The mouth of the dragon pit was gaping maw that descended into darkness, the lit sconces not enough to see more than a few yards at a time. Aemond’s boots confidently carried him down the ramp that he had walked a thousand times and you followed him, trusting him not to let you trip and fall. 

“Prince Aemond,” the elder dragon keeper greeted, stepping out of a cove in the stone. “The hour is late.”

“Tis, how is Vhagar’s wing?”

The man pursed his lips, turning and leading the way deeper into the cavern, past the slumbering forms of Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. “There is only so much healing for a dragon of her great age but she will take to the skies for a while longer. It is her temperament that need concern, my prince.”

The torches on the jagged walls cast long shadows like sharpened teeth ready to close around your throat, the red and orange flames flickering in a macabre dance as you moved past and disturbed their air. The two men watched as you continued without them into Vhagar’s lair, concern only on one of their faces. 

“She has been discontent all afternoon,” the dragon keeper said nervously as Vhagar unfurled from the coil she had restlessly slumbering in. “I have not seen her behave as such before. I think it best to call your wife away, my prince.”

Vhagar stared down her snout at you, her jaw opening and a gasp tearing from the dragon keeper fearing he was about to see a princess turned to ash. A soft whimpering mewl washed over you and you didn’t even complain about the putrid breath of the she-dragon as she felt the pain that cut your heart and laid her head to the floor at your feet. Dust blew over your boots with each breath she took and you stared at your reflection in her eye before falling against her and weeping.

“Impossible,” the dragon keeper whispered with shock. “Vhagar has a heart bond with you, my prince.”

Aemond watched you release the emotions you had kept to yourself, freeing yourself of the sobs that rocked your entire body and the pain that ran deeper than any mortal wound could give. “And my heart belongs to her.”

The night air left your teeth chattering and your clothing was damp from breaking through the clouds, not even the deerskin blanket could warm you as Aemond wrapped it tightly around you both. He had not said a word as he encompassed you in his arms and adjusted Vhagar’s heading with tugs of the reins, there was no comfort he could offer that would take away the pain and you could offer him no more for the loss of his nephew. 

More and more you felt Aemond pulling at the reins, but the dragon remained steadfast in her heading over the Narrow Sea until Aemond stood behind you and looked down at his dragon. “Naejot Scythe. Dohaera!” [High Valyrian: To Scythe. Obey me.]

“No,” you said through the shivers that erupted as his movement pulled the blankets free. “Let her be free a while longer.”

Aemond settled back into the saddle behind you and rearranged the blankets to fight the chilly winds. You could feel his eye burning a hole in your back as he breathed down your neck but he finally got the courage to talk after a few more moments, “You or her?”

“I am a coward,” you admitted quietly. “I cannot bear to break the news to my father. How can I look him in the eyes when I am the very reason the rightful heir is dead?”

“I have met many cowards, you are not one. It is not cowardly to wish for ignorance and innocence a little longer, but we do not have the luxury to dwell for long.”

“I fear my father will call to arms our people and the Narrow Sea will turn black with our sails. It will be the very thing I was trying to avoid by accepting your proposal.” You tipped your head back to stare at the stars and wondered which one was Nate, and if it was near his mother who had died with his birth. “Sometimes, I wish you never came to my shores.”

The silence dragged for so long you were certain he wasn’t going to answer but when he did you almost wished he hadn’t, “It was Helaena who pushed for me to return after that night, not that she knew where I had been - only that I was different, she said. Try as I might, I could not stay away.”

Vhagar subtly shifted her wings and descended back into the clouds that stole the starlight. The expanse of dark water spread as far as your eyes could see and it was impossible to tell north from south without the land or stars to guide you, but the old dragon knew where she was heading. 

A small speck in the water grew until the small island rose up to meet her heavy landing that brought a groan of pain from Aemond’s healing wound. 

“Do you know where we are?” you asked as you climbed down the netting and your feet touched dried earth. 

Aemond shook his head with a frown as he scooped up a handful of the stoney soil and sniffed it. “Brimstone.” 

Vhagar dug her talons into the ground as she slowly crawled forward toward the mouth of a rocky craven, a gap too small for her to fit through. Turning her head to you, she puffed smokey tendrils before turning back to the cave with a quiet keening that urged you to step inside. 

“She wants us to go in,” you mused aloud as Aemond placed a hand to her snout and whispered calming words to her before drawing Dark Sister and keeping you an arms length behind him as he entered first.

For the dark of night outside, the cracks in the stone emitted a glowing orange hue that was just enough to see your foot falls ahead. The glow only grew the deeper you tracked, Aemond’s ears listening for any sign of life ahead and the sword taken from his uncle balanced in his grip. 

“It is warm,” you whispered in surprise as you realised the shivers had ceased and a drop of sweat beaded on your brow. “Are we to find the heart of the mountain?”

“No,” Aemond said a little breathless as he came to a stop at the hallow ahead, the curved edges carved by talons to create the nook and nest. “It’s a clutch.”

He sheathed his sword and you stepped to his side to find an egg resting on a small mound of rock. The scaled orb was mostly a pale grey much like Vhagars colouring but veins of shimmering black wrapped around it and you pressed your hand to the little swell of your stomach. “For a true-born Targayen, like her father.”

A small smile curled at his lips and the longer he stared at the dragon egg the less haunted he seemed by the day, as if this made his choice to leave more palatable. Perhaps this was the blessing you both needed to move forward. For every choice from here out would be for the greater good of your family, for better or worse.

Click here for Part Fifteen.

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Chapter 2 of Talaq

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Worship

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Warning: Loss of virginity. Descriptions of pain during the first penetration caused by a male sexual organ. Dirty talk. Overstimulation. Praising. Scratching and biting. Also violence before the smut.

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You were now standing on a rooftop that overlooked a busy late night market. There were hundreds of mortals walking the dusty streets making bargains and striking deals. You crouched down on the edge of the roof to watch a particular small shop that was selling spices, and you inhaled the wonderful exotic scents that smelled similar to the ones back home.

Khonshu watched your excitement grow as you moved to look at another stall with pastries and snacks that the mortals of this region enjoyed. He felt a foreign feeling as you came over to him, babbling about wanting to explore the area, and to try their delicacies. He chuckled and used his magic to disguise you as one of the mortals, while he slipped into an Astral plane where you could see and hear him, but the humans could not.

You made your way down into the market, and happily flitted through the people to check out the various stalls of the bazaar. Despite not having any money, many of the sellers were freely giving you samples of their wares. They must have been charmed by your gift from Hathor. At one point, a man came up to you, and he tried to sweet talk you into following him into a dark alley, but Khonshu had scared the shit out of him by mimicking the cries of snarling jackals.

After that, the moon God warned you about men like him, ones with malicious intent. You understood, because after a few hours of traveling the darkened streets with him, you witnessed horrible things.

You watched a man get chased down the street for stealing bread to feed his family, and had Khonshu not intervened, the man would surely have been either killed, or lost a hand as punishment. Then you came upon a very drunk woman who was being led to a dark corner by two rough looking men. Again, Khonshu intervened before the woman was violated against her will. Both instances, the moon God had used the wind to scare them, and then he used psychic imagery to drive them off in a crazed stupor.

"I had no idea there were so many terrible people down here." You softly said to Khonshu as you sat on his shoulder, looking down at the quieting streets.

"Yes. Unfortunately humans have a history of evil within them. Not all of them are bad. Many of them are good. That's why I look after them, watching and protecting them from themselves, while the other Gods have stopped coming to help."

"Why would they stop helping?" You asked, feeling sad for the humans, and slightly salty towards your fellow Deities.

"They figure if the mortals stopped worshipping us, then they owe them nothing in return. I think that's asinine. We were here long before they were, and at the rate the humans are going, they will be around for millenias to come. Unfortunately, the other Gods don't get to see the flow of time the way I do. The humans will be around a lot longer than any of them would like to admit."

"That is asinine. So what if they don't worship us any longer? We can still aid them when they need it." You replied with disgust. He hummed again and pointed to a group gathering by a fountain. They were singing and dancing, at first glance, they appeared to be celebrating something, but as you got closer, Khonshu pointed at how some of the dancers were covered in blood.

"That's a cult, worshiping the demonic Goddess, Ammit." He whispered as you watched two priests drag a man who was kicking and screaming.

"Wasn't she imprisoned for judging mortals for crimes they had yet to commit?" You asked, and you heard him growl in disgust.

"The very same."

"Oh. Well that's not fair. The future she sees is not set in stone. They are mere possibilities, and the timeliness can change at any given moment. The mortals can always change their future with the choices they are constantly making." You remarked, and Khonshu grumbled a quiet reply of agreement.

"Ammit grew tired of waiting to judge people. She wanted to cleanse the Earth quickly and efficiently. She was sealed away for this belief. Even her own Avatar, Alexander the Great, betrayed her." Khonshu said as he shifted, and slid down the wall towards the fountain. You camouflaged yourself to be hidden in the same manner that he was, and you both got close enough to hear what was going on.

"Abdullah, son of Abdul the sea merchant. You have been chosen to be judged by Ammit!" One priest declared, while the other began to restrain the poor shaking man.

"P-please. I haven't done anything! I follow all the laws, and I pay my taxes!" The man sobbed as a priest came up with a peculiar looking staff. You couldn't quite see what he was doing with it.

"The scales have spoken. You must have darkness in your heart, if not now, then later. You shall be punished by the power of the mighty Ammit!" The priest bellowed, and he reached out to touch the poor devastated man.

You couldn't bear to see what would happen, and you tugged on Khonshu's arm, while burying your face into his wrappings. The moon God grit his teeth, and he decided that he couldn't let these people punish someone for a crime they had not yet committed. He slammed his staff into the ground, producing a medium magnitude earthquake, while the winds rolled the clouds in to block out the light of the moon.

The people were so stunned by the sudden weather change, that they had let go of their captive as they looked up at the sky. You decided to go help him, and you hopped off of Khonshu's shoulder. You quickly snuck over to the bound man  and freed his bindings. He was shocked, but he didn't stay to ponder how, and he ran off while the others were distracted. 

When Khonshu noticed where you were, he teleported to you, grabbed your arm, and yanked you back to him as he vanished away to the rooftops once more.

"That was dangerous!"

"But they didn't see me. I couldn't just let them kill that man for no reason." You defended your actions, watching as he opened his mouth to speak, but then he went quiet. He seemed to accept the answer, and he looked up at the moon once more.

"We should move along." He stated bluntly, and held out his hand.

"We aren't going back, now… Are we?" You asked with a trembling lower lip. You knew what you had done was downright insane, especially after he explained to you that you shouldn't be seen.

"No. Just a simple change of scenery." He replied softly, and you took his hand, and you both vanished.

When you came out of his dark starry void, you found yourself in some sort of temple. You looked around, seeing how old the place was, and how it didn't appear to be kept clean at all. Layers of dust covered everything, and cobwebs stretched out everywhere near the edges of the walls and ceiling. The torches were dim, only lighting the areas with the bare minimum of light that only made the place look creepy and forgotten by time. The smells were dusty, like old musty dirt and ash.

"Where are we?" You asked, hearing your voice echo off of the walls, filling you with an empty hollowness you hadn't felt before. You turned to look at Khonshu, awaiting his reply, but he said nothing as he walked towards a set of sandstone stairs. You quietly followed him, until you came to a much different room.

This room was lit a little better. It held candles that burned with magic and gave off a gentle and warm glow. You noticed there were no cobwebs or dust. The smells of the room were full of the scent of burning wood, incense, warm spices, and a strangely arousing musky scent. You saw it was decorated with the finest of white linens that covered the white marble stone walls with cracks of silver and gold running through the smooth polished stone. 

At the bottom of each wall, were displays with weapons and armor. You saw kopeshs, spears, swords, knives, and much more you did not recognize. There were all sorts of armor styles, and they all were white and gold, accented with the finest of jewels.

Khonshu turned towards you, and he raised his hand, snapping his fingers together to brighten the room. You saw he was now standing in front of a raised part in the center of the room. It was surrounded by a channel of water reflected the light of the moon that trickled in from the clear crystal slab in the roof. You noticed quite quickly there were multiple crystal shapes all around the slab, and they all made up the night sky over Egypt. The light cascaded over the walls and the water, reflecting the light everywhere in an almost ethereal light.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

You looked to the walls behind him, and saw small fountains with golden bird skulls delivering the water into the room in a slow and steady flow. The gentle sounds of the water moving could be heard in the background. When your eyes wandered back to the center of the room, you saw that the raised area appeared to be a circular platform made of white marble.

On top of that, was a plush looking rug, and a mountain of luxurious pillows and blankets.

"Where are we?" You repeated your question again, and this time the moon God answered.

"This room is my personal chamber inside of my temple." He replied in a low and rumbling voice.

"You have a temple on Earth, dedicated to you?"

"No, little one. This place is not Earthly, yet it runs the same flow of time." He said, and he turned to look at you.

"Is that some sort of riddle? I'm good with riddles…" You replied, thinking he was playing a game with you. He tilted his head as he gazed at you.

"It wasn't a riddle-" He starred to say, but you raised your hand up and shushed him.

Khonshu wasn't even upset by that action, and he stayed quiet as he watched you walk past him, up the few stairs to lush area covered with pillows. You looked up at the sky light, and smiled at the dark sky above. You could see the slightly blurry image of the moon and the stars beyond the slab…

Wait, the moon wasn't blueish green.

"We're up on the moon? Aren't we?" You asked him, your eyes not leaving the image of Earth through the crystal pane above you.

Khonshu could see your eyes sparkle brightly, and there was a foreign fluttering feeling inside of his chest. The way the starlight reflected from the water all over your dark skin was beautiful in a way he could not describe. He found himself slowly ascending the steps to stand behind you, almost close enough that he could feel your very soul glow with happiness.

"Yes, we are." He murmured back, standing still as the marble that made up this chamber. He stared at your hair, looking softer than a newborn swan's down.

His hand twitched, itching to touch it.

"It's so beautiful. Is this where you spend your time, when not helping the mortals?" You pondered out loud.

"Rarely." Came his subdued and distant reply. He couldn't look away from your shoulders, or the way the white dress hung to your curves.

"Then why did you bring me here?" You asked as you turned around to face him.

His mask was now gone, and you could see his face again. He was quite handsome, with very a chiseled square jaw and a well shaped nose. You could see long dimples on the side of his mouth, with the left side being a tad longer. He had thick black eyebrows, with a small crese between them. His face appeared to be smooth, with no trace of facial hair anywhere.

Khonshu didn't know how to answer the question, because even he didn't know why he brought you here, but the way you looked in the light made his breath catch in the back of his throat, and he couldn't stop himself from bringing his hand up to cup your face. The second he touched you, you felt a jolt of electricity, and your eyes fluttered halfway to look at him through your lashes.

The light bounced off his dark skin, softening the hard lines on his face as his black eyes looked into yours. Your hand came up to rest over his on your face, and you felt his fingers twitch at your touch. He could plainly see you were attractive, and your eyes were mesmerizing him, commanding him to stay there.

Your hand slowly moved up the length of his arm, finger tips gently caressing him in a way that set his every nerve ending on fire. He found himself crouching to get a closer look at you as he tried to figure out what this weird feeling was. Soon he was sitting on his heels, steadying himself with his staff as he got to your eye level. He was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, like a desert night's breeze in the Summer.

For the first time in your life since being a young child, you felt thirsty, and you licked your lips to moisten them.

His eyes darted down to your mouth, and his mirrored yours, feeling the exact same sudden onslaught of thirst. Without even thinking, he leaned forward and captured your lips with his, his eyes slowly closing.

Something in the back of his mind was screaming that this was far worse than taking you down to Earth against his father's wishes. That if he were to be caught right now, he would be punished for taking advantage of a young Goddess…

But those thoughts were quickly shoved away the moment he felt your hands on the sides of face, and a needy whine escaped your throat as you pressed closer to him. He left go of his staff, letting it fall to the cushions on the floor with a quiet thud while his hand came to rest on your back. He drew you in closer, deepening the kiss. Your hands smoothed up his head, knocking his headdress to the floor.

He had never felt anything like this before, and it was mind blowing.

No, it was down right intoxicating.

His hand threaded into your hair, and he reveled in the texture of it, while your hands felt the smoothness of his bald head. Before he even knew what was happening, you were jamming your tongue into his mouth, and crawling into his lap. That simple movement caused him to fall backwards against a pile of pillows as you sucked on his lower lip.

A deep groan escaped him, and you found the sound hitting your very core. He sounded needy, like he couldn't get enough of what was happening…

Like he couldn't get enough of you.

You started to grind yourself against him, chasing the tight burning sensation in your groin. It felt like hot coals burning into a raging fire as you brushed up against something hard and firm in lap. Small frantic noises bubbled up in your throat as you straddled him, feeling his hands roaming your back and sides. Every soft brush of his fingers sent you deeper into the haze of pleasure.

Khonshu had never done anything even remotely similar to this. These feelings were new, and dare he say highly addicting. He needed more, and he ignored the screaming voice in head to let go of you.

His hands gripped your soft flesh, and he pulled you down against him, thrusting upwards in a way he had only ever witnessed the mortals do. You tilted your head back and mewled for him, rocking harder into his lap for more of that delightful friction. He took the opportunity of your lips leaving his to trail his mouth along your jaw and down your neck, kissing and licking your tender flesh.

The feeling was intense, and the throbbing between your legs was becoming unbearable, almost painful. You whined again as you felt his teeth scrape against your skin, going to suck on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You shook in his hold, whimpering for more…

Whatever this was.

"P-please…" You had no idea what it was you were requesting, but he responded with a deep growl and a nip to your shoulder. You shuddered at the feeling, whispering his name as his hands moved again. One went to your front, palming one of your breasts, while the other wriggled it's way into your dress from the front.

You gasped when his skin met your yours, finding that he had banished away the wrappings on his hands. His fingers were rough, which was a surprise to you since he kept them covered all the time.

A low rumbling noise started to vibrate through his chest, and it ran straight into yours as your hips lifted. You back was arching as his fingers slid between your legs, right to your dripping mound. You keened for him as he slipped two of his long digits through your slick folds, causing you you shake with need, your mind going numb and dizzy.

You had no idea how wonderful this would feel, and you hadn't even intended on him being the target of finding out.

"Khonshu…" You whispered his name softly, and he heard your voice like a gentle prayer, begging for release. He dove his fingers in slightly deeper, swishing them back and forth as he stretched you open in a way you needed.

He whispered your name back as he sucked a deep greenish purple bruise into your neck. Your hands gripped his cape in both hands like a vice, all the while you tried to press yourself against his hand. You were desperate for more, feeling the pleasure build where his hand worked you closer to the edge of something unknown and delightful.

Your hands started to moved down his chest, lower and lower, hoping to do the same to him. You knew basically nothing of what you were doing, and had only seen the mortals do this a handful of times through your viewing sphere. When your hands got to his belt that held his shendyt in place, he reared his head back, stopped moving his fingers, and he grabbed your wrist. You whimpered in frustration, looking him in the eye, silently asking him why.

"Little one… Are you certain you want this? I… I dont think you know what you're asking for-"

"I've watched the mortals… I know what I want, and I want to see if you're the same down there as their men… I want you… Inside me…" You purred at him while batting your lashes. A strangled groan caught in his throat as he slowly released your hand.

He watched as you undid the fabric bindings, and wrapped your small fingers around his considerable girth, pulling him out for your eyes to feast on him. He was rigid and at full mast, the head of his member leaking a clear fluid. You thought back to how the humans did this, and you gently stroked his hard cock.

The rumbling in his chest got deeper, and his hand that was still buried between your thighs sprang back into action. You lurched forwards, resting your head on his shoulder as he plunged his fingers in and out of you in a steady pace. You took low and shallow breaths as he worked a third finger into you, twisting and curling them inside as his thumb met with your throbbing bundle of nerves. He hit something that caused sparks to fly through your vision, and you let go of his throbbing cock.

"Ahhh…" Your voice came out as a cross between a shakey moan, and desperate plea. He chuckled darkly, going to nip at your ear.

"My, my, my… My sister's gift did make you overly sensitive…" He rasped, voice full or awe and wonder. You keened again, unable to speak as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

"Fuck… You're sopping wet…" He murmured as his fingers kept moving, causing a squelching sound to hit your ears. You could feel something building up inside of your belly, a knot of some sorts, winding tighter and tigher.

"I can make you feel so much better than this…" Khonshu whispered, and his fingers stopped moving. You nearly cried when he stopped.

"Please…" You begged him, and he grinned at you, bringing his hand up to his mouth. He looked you in the eye, and licked his index finger very slowly. You moaned at the sight of him, shaking with so much need, you felt like you were about to burst into tears.

"So needy… Sit down, and I shall show you the greatest heights of pleasure that you've ever known…" Khonshu said gruffly as he grabbed your hips and he leaned in to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, as his tongue laved against yours.

You obediently listened to him, and slowly lowered yourself onto his twitching member. You felt the blunt end of his shaft probe your wet folds, and then slide right in as you seated yourself on his lap. The entire way, your mouth hung open, a silent moan ghosting softly from your lips as he filled you up…

Until about half way, when a seering pain ran through you, and your body locked up, teeth biting into your lower lip as you held back a cry of agony. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Shhh, little one… It only hurts the first time… I promise it gets better." Khonshu cooed to you as he held your face and wiped the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

"Open those beautiful orbs for me. Breathe with me." He softly encouraged you as he stroked the small of your back.

"Relax… That's it… Relax…" He chanted the words like a calming mantra, and you found yourself slowly relaxing as you took short and shallow breaths. With each intake of air, your inner walls eased up, until the pain was barely registerable. Once your breathing evened out, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed you. You melted against him, wishing to get back to that cloud of pleasure, and your hips began to rock experimentally.

Sparks began to fly through you as your nerves lit back on fire, but this time there was no pain, just pure bliss as you felt his cock move inside of you. You gasped into his mouth as your hips picked up speed, and soon you were riding him hard and fast, chasing that wonderful feeling that his fingers had done to you. He parted from you, a string of saliva hanging from your lower lip as you stared into the inky black void of his eyes.

"Like that, little one… Just like that…" He groaned as his arms encased your body, holding you as close as he could.

"Khonshu… You feel so good…" You breathed hotly, using his shoulders as leverage while you bounced up and down on his lap.

"I can make you feel even better…"

"Please… Please…" You whined out, and he growled in response.

In a sudden quick movement, he tipped you backwards, resting your head on some pillows as he hiked your waist up, and shoved his knees to the floor underneath you. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, and stared up at him.

"Get ready to scream for me…' He rumbled, and then he started to thrust into you hard and slow. You howled for him, clawing at his back as he gradually increased his speed and the intensity of each thrust.

"Ah! Oh! Yes… Fuck! Harder!" You yowled and started to undulate in his gasp, grinding hard against him as he drilled himself into you. You could feel the head of cock scraping at something sinful, before he bottomed out, and slid out almost all the way, then he slammed himself back inside. He stirred you, rotating his hips as he bit into your neck. You shook, screaming his name loudly as his pelvis ground against yours.

That was it.

Your first full fledged orgasm hit you like lightning, searing every inch of your body with a white hot light. Your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as your voice cracked.

And he just kept going.

His hand came around to your front, and he twisted your clit between his fingers, forcing a hot rush of fluids to gush out from your swollen hole. The orgasm became much more intense, and you clung to him as he rode you into a set of multiple orgasms.

By now you were panting and twisting around in his grip, not sure if you wanted to get away from this feeling, or embrace it and take more of his skillful ministrations. In the end, you took what he gave you, and your mind went blank, making you feel like you were underwater, drowning in ecstasy.

"You take my cock so well. Look at how you quiver for me. I should thank my sister for making you so receptive to physical touch…" Khonshu groaned as he leaned back to watch his cock glide in and out of you. He had no idea why it aroused him to see you like this, falling apart because of him.

But it did, and he never wanted to stop touching you like this.

He was getting close, and he couldn't stand the idea of letting you go just yet. He leaned down once more and captured your mouth with his. His cock pulsed harshly as he heard your cries, demanding more and more from him.

"Sweet little Goddess… I'm going to fuck you all night…" His voice echoed through your ears, right to your center, shocking your soul. All you could do was babble his name repeatedly, encouraging him to keep taking what he wanted from you.

"I'm going to fill that pretty little pussy of yours, and you're going to like it." Khonshu growled into your ear as you felt his cock pulse rapidly. More sparks broke through your vision, and you felt him bite you again as he came. You could feel the thick ropes of his come spurting inside of you, slathering your walls with his fluids as he kept pistoning his hips. You cried out while biting his shoulder, coming hard while feeling the globs of slick flowing out of you, and running down your ass.

"I'm not done with you, yet, my starlight, talaq…"

He wanted to share this moment with you until the sun crested the sky.

And that's exactly what he did.

It was hours of this sweet torture, with him forcing your body to comply with whatever he wished. He switched positions multiple times, having you on your knees as he bounced his hips against yours, and pulling your hair as he left more bites and bruises all over your neck. You made the loudest noises as he filled you with another load.

Then he twisted you onto your side, slamming himself in and out as he held your your legs together and fucked you harshly, leaving handprints along your legs and arms.

He fucked you on you back, legs in both fists as he bent you in half and forced you to come a few times, before he filled you again.

Again and again, he mercilessly made love to you, pouring himself into you piece by piece until you couldn't form any coherent thoughts, except for wanting more of him. He went at you until the night sky lightened, and the sun began to rear itself into view.

By then, you were worn out, near the point of blacking out, which was another thing that had never happened to you before. When he was finally finished with you, he held you close, and spread his cape over your body. When you finally did pass out, his name was on your lips, along with the request of seeing him again.

He couldn't refuse you, and as you sat there in his arms, he looked up at the skylight and sighed heavily. The weight of what he had just done, hit him like a supernova exploding at the far reaches of space.

He had just taken the virginity of the youngest Goddess of the Ennead. Him, the most disliked God of the entire Egyptian pantheon, aside from Ammit. His father would no doubt be absolutely furious with him. He knew this was not the type of gift Ra had intended his son to bestow upon you.

And time was running out to get back, before anyone noticed.

"What have I done?" 

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Note: I don't give a damn if Khonshu has a temple on the moon or not. He does in this story.

Also, since I did some research on what Khonshu's human form looks like. I'm going to go out on a limb, and take some liberties. In my head, his human form is a perfect match to Marc/Steven/Jake, only he's bald, and cleanly shaven.

Talaq is Arabic for shine/sparkle/dazzle/glitter.

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[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Iroh x Lin Beifong’s daughter request happy ending

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You woke up in a bright place and your first thought was this was some sort of afterlife. Then a shooting pain shot through your side and you realised you were wrong. You clutched your stomach and saw a large number of bandages and could feel the wound underneath. You held onto it gently and looked around. There was a window at the far end of the room letting in lots of light but it was too far away for you to tell where you were. You jumped at a sound nearby and turned to see your mother snoring softly in a chair just beside your bed. “Mom?” you called and she jolted away violently. “Y/n” she gasped and you looked back her confused “mom what happened? Where am i? What happened?”. Your mother ignored all your questions and just hugged you tightly. “You...I almost lost you” she said through choked sobs and you hugged her back soon crying too as everything came back to you. The last thing you remembered was everything fading to black while you lay in Iroh and your mother’s arms. “How am i...” you hesitated to say alive but your mother knew what you meant. “Korra” she said simply smiling “and to think i disliked her at first....she was amazing, the second she heard you were injured she came charging and she managed to pull you back from the brink of death, Then we got you to Kya and she managed to stabilise you while we made the journey to Katara”. “To Katara? So we’re...”. “In the southern water tribe” Lin nodded “Katara said your wound was one of the worst she’d ever seen, if it wasn’t for Korra finding you when she did and Kya’s constantly stabilising on your journey you’d be...” your mom trailed off tearing up again and you took her hand “mom it’s okay, i’m fine now”. “You’re not fine, you’ll need bed rest for another month at least and plenty of fluids and food to restore your energy. It’ll be a while before you back on your feet and that is a good thing! You’ve been working far too hard, I’ve pushed you far too hard. You need time to just relax and work things out”. You paused confused what she meant by that comment when the door opened. “I got some new linen Ms Beifong and some food for...” Iroh trailed off when he saw you awake. He froze and then promptly spun into action. He dropped everything he was carrying and ran to you “Y/n!” he cried “you’re awake! You’re awake! You’re...”. You smiled as Iroh grabbed your shoulders and stared at you intensely “Iroh? You’re here? But I thought we were in the water tribe?”. Your mom chuckled “we are, this one couldn’t be separated from you. I slept in this chair every night and he slept in that one” she said gesturing to a chair on the other side of you “he’s been here for the whole 2 months and only left your side to go fetch you things”. “2 months?” you cried “you’ve both been gone that long? But mom your work and Iroh your army...surely you’re both greatly needed?”. “Do you think we care?” Iroh cried “y/n we both thought you’d died! When you stopped responding I...but then Korra appeared and she saved you. Those moments I thought you were dead were the worst of my life but when I felt your pulse everything was okay because you were still here. Since then I knew what mattered most to me and it’s you. So I don’t care about my work or my country’s needs. I won’t abandon you, you’re my priority and you always will be”. You blushed vividly and stared at Iroh unsure what to say. Your mom stood up and patted your back “I’ll give you two some privacy but remember take it easy?”. You nodded and your mother left closing the door softly. You looked at Iroh and paused “Iroh you don’t have to drop everything for me”. “I do” he replied instantly “I realised I’ve been so worried about stupid things like my family and what other people think. I’ve been so worried about being rejected or looking like a fool I didn’t tell you how I felt but that all ends now. Y/n I love you and I want to be with you. I don’t care if I have to leave the fire nation or my job...as long as I’m with you I’ll be happy. All I want is you...if you want me too that is of course, I know this might have changed you perspective on some things too...”. “It has” you agreed and you saw Iroh pale nervously. “It’s made me realise I’ve been too cautious as well. I let my career and your title stop me from pursuing this and for what? I told myself it would all be worth it and then I almost died, it all would have been for nothing, so you’re my priority too Iroh, I love you too and I want to be with you”. Iroh grinned and kissed you in reply. You smiled kissing him back and could feel Iroh holding you in place so you didn’t hurt you. You separated and Iroh leant his forehead against your eyes still closed “you’ve made me the happiest man in all the four nations”.

And so you and Iroh finally started dating. You stayed in the water tribe for another month recovering and then moved back to republic city. Your mother gave you a year off to heal and you and Iroh spent that time together. He initially took leave from work to look after you but you eventually managed to convince him you were okay and he went back to work. A few months after your return you accompanied Iroh to the fire nation. He hadn’t seen his family in too long and he wanted to introduce you formally as his girlfriend. You were nervous given the fact you had no royal blood but his family didn’t care. They told you how they knew Iroh had always loved you and so they decided to let him be happy and placed no obstacles in your path. You were welcomed to the family and were thrilled as was Iroh. A year after your accident Iroh proposed.

You were on his boat overlooking the sea like you did most evenings when Iroh grew quiet. He excused himself from the table and you watched him go worried before turning your attention back to the sea. You heard him return and turned to make she he was okay to find him knelt on one knee holding a box. He opened it to reveal a fire nation hairpiece that was so extravagant you knew exactly what he was about to do. The hairpiece looked fire nation but on closer inspection, you saw Iroh must have had it custom made. It had the Beifong insignia entwined with Iroh’s family crest and was a copper colour as opposed to the shining fire nation gold all to reflect your earth kingdom heritage. You looked from the hairpiece to Iroh and were surprised to see the war general looked nervous. “I know we’ve only been dating formally for just under a year but I knew I loved you since we were 19 so I know we’ll stand the test of time and I don’t want to wait a second longer to make you my wife so what do you say?”. “Yes of course! you cried and Iroh swept you up into a hug.

You were married the following week, a small ceremony with only your family and friends. You didn’t care about the splendour or traditions, you just wanted to be together and your families respected that. After that you and Iroh moved to Republic City where you were both based with work. You eventually did become chief of police but you made sure to never again let your work take over from your personal life. Iroh also continued to rise through the navy and was respected by all his sailors. You visited Iroh’s family in the fire nation regularly and your family in the earth kingdom just as frequently. You and Iroh lived out the rest of your lives together and made every second count.

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Crystal Clear

Summary: With Emily finally back from the dead, it seems like the best time for Y/N and Spencer to vow to love each other till death do us part.

warnings: mentions of Emily's death, allusions to sex, weddings, drinking mentions.

word count: 4,424

a/n: this is for @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf cm fanfic week, for an alternate ending to an episode for It Takes A Village and Proof. I think season 7 deserved to be bookended with Weddings!

Amethyst Quartz

NSFW one-shot of what happened between the ceremony and the reception will be posted separately and linked in the fic

When she pictured her wedding day, she imagined a long white dress and a sharp-dressed man who her dad loved, and her grandma sitting in the front row, crying as she smiled. It was a day she visioned for years, and yet nothing will ever live up to the actual day.

Once Spencer’s knee healed, they started planning for the wedding. Then JJ was transferred from the unit, Emily died, Aaron went to Pakistan and the team broke up. It was a rough 2 years in the office, it got in the way of planning, but the biggest setback was caused by two little pink lines.

Amethyst was born in the midst of all the changes, it was nice to have Spencer howe for a while but she missed the office life. Sometimes, strapping their little girl to her chest and going in to file paperwork just to feel something while Spencer was teaching at the academy. And Aimee loved it too, she loved to walk around and place papers in new piles, smiling and waving at all the new faces and listening in to all the cool noises of the fax machine, all the printing, and the constant phone calls.

One phone call she’ll never forget.

“Y/N,” Derek's voice was on the line before she could even say hello. “I need you to get in contact with Hotch, Reid, Rossi and Anderson, we need the whole team. I found Ian Doyle.”

She was extremely glad to have brought Aimee with her that day, when Declan ended up missing and they had no idea who else families were at stake before Ian was brought in. Spencer and Rossi arriving back at headquarters not that long after, Spencer immediately held his little girl, snuggling her in the briefing room as they waited for the rest of the team to assemble. Unbeknownst to them that Aimee was going to get to meet her Aunt Emily that day.

“Welcome back,” Derek cuts the conversation short when Hotch walked into the room, bearded and tired from his long flight home.

“Thanks. Everybody have a seat,” he brushed it off.

Y/N sat down beside Spencer, Aimee’s fist wrapped around her finger as she sat in Spencer's lap, overlooking her aunts and uncles from the table.

“Why? What’s going on? Everything alright?” Derek automatically jumped to defensive.

“Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her,” Hotch explains. Face straight and to the point as everyone gasped and looked around at each other.

“And she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know, and she stayed there until she was well enough to travel,” he adds to the crowd of shaking heads and disappointed scowls. “She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security.”

“She’s alive?!” Penelope cries, a tear spreading down her cheek in both excitement and horror. She can’t believe she was lied to and yet it's the best news she’s heard all day.

“But we buried her,” Spencer asks, holding Aimee closer and settling in his despair.

“As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision, if anyone has any issues they should be directed towards me.”

“Any issues?” Derek finally speaks, fighting through the confusion and deflecting his pain with anger. “Yeah, I got issues.”

That’s when the footsteps approach, heads turn to the door and there she is. Emily Prentiss in the flesh, alive and healthy and more beautiful than ever before.

“Oh my god,” Penelope cries again, standing from her chair and rushing to her friend's side to hug her. “You’re home, you’re really here.”

Emily holds her back, closing her eyes and taking in the first hug after almost a year without her.

Spencer hands Aimee over to Y/N, standing to go give Emily her next hug before turning her towards them. “You left before you could meet our little gem,” he says quietly. “This is Amethyst, but we call her Aimee.”

Emily picks her up smiling at Y/N, “hi to you too, she’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Y/N cries a little as she hands her over. Knowing just how much her death hurt Spencer, and how much this is going to mean to him going forward. “I went into labour 4 days after you— well after you died?”

“I am so sorry,” Emily explains, looking up from the 7-month-old in her arms and looking around the room. “Not a day went by that I didn’t want to…”

Derek looks at her, pouty and unable to process the fact that she’s real, that she didn’t die in his arms and he did in fact do everything for her. “Really,” she points her response to him, calling him over with her eyes. “You didn’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry.”

They hug with the little one between them, Y/N joining in, then Penelope and soon enough it’s a BAU group hug. “There’s so much I want to tell you guys, and I will I promise. But right now I really need to know what’s going on with Declan?”

She hands Aimee back to Y/N, patting Spencer on the back before getting the show on with road, like she never left.

Now, two weeks later, she’s still unmarried, carrying her baby around the office as she waits for the team to come home from another terrible case. She’s using her free time before they go home to organize, with Penelope’s help, of course, they’ve been able to put together a whole wedding in under 3 weeks.

She needed to pick up her dress, Aimee’s dress, Spencer’s tie and other accessories as well as the rings. Penelope was making sure the flowers, centrepieces and food were delivered. They paid extra for the inconvenience, the fast set up and it’ll all be in Rossi’s backyard tomorrow evening.

Spencer has no clue, and normally he would know something was up, but he’s a little spacey currently. Between bouts of rage, fits of sassy comments and silent treatment. He was really mad at his friends, stressed at home with Aimee's teething and overwhelmed with his personal issues. He’s been different lately, and he needs this.

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“This whole thing gave me an ulcer,” Emily adds, “please don’t give me another one. Please come to Rossi’s tomorrow night?”

Spencer sighs. Leaning back on his plane seat and closing his book, “it’s my wedding, of course, I’ll be there.”

Her eyes widen, “how did you know?”

“She’s my wife, I’m not sure if you’ve ever met her but she talks very loudly on the phone… I’ve heard every conversation she’s had this week through the baby monitor because she thinks planning and breastfeeding at 3am is a great way to multi-task as if the monitor isn’t on.”

Emily laughs, “she has mom brain now.”

Spencer smiles again, “I just wish you were here to see her when she was a newborn, she was so tiny I couldn’t believe someone could be so small?”

Emily smiles back, “I’ll be sure to be here for the second one.”

Spencer's eyes widen and his head tilts, “that might not be for a while… one is enough I think id like to sleep a bit more before we bring in a second in, I’m exhausted.”

She hums, “I always knew you’d be a good dad, though. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Do you want to be my best man?”

“Seriously?” She gasps, “you wouldn’t want Morgan or Hotch?”

He shakes his head, “I love them, they’re like brothers to me, but I think you’re my best friend other than Y/N.”

“Awe,” she lays a hand on her heart. “Spencer, I’m honoured you’d pick me. I love being best friends with you.”

“I don’t suppose you have something green or purple to wear tomorrow?” He teases, “Y/N will be pissed if you’re up there and not on theme.”

Emily just laughs, she missed him way more than she let herself, feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you, Spence, I hope you always know that.”

“I know,” he nods, “I don’t say it enough, I realized that when you were gone. But I love you, all of you actually.”

She smiles fondly, pressing her lips together as she relaxes in her seat, “we know.”

—

At home, Y/N places Amethyst in her crib carefully to ensure she stays asleep. Flicking on the white noise machine, then the monitor, before sneaking out of the room and closing the door. Running off to their bedroom where Spencer is sitting beside a salt lamp, reading to himself.

“What would are you visiting tonight?” She whispers as she crawls into bed beside him.

He closes it before she even gets under the covers. “Why are you hiding the wedding from me?”

She sighs in defeat, shoulders dropping and pout forming. “Who told you?”

He points at the monitor, “the crazy lady who feeds our kid at night.”

She covers her face with her hands and tosses her head back, smacking the wooden headboard with an, “ow…” Making Spencer laugh at her. “I wanted it to be a surprise cause you’re so grumpy.”

“can you blame me?”

She looks at him again, just as soft as before but curious as to what he could possibly be so upset about. “Your best friend came back from the dead, so what if JJ lied to you, you cried on her couch like 3 times? Just on the nights that I wasn’t home.”

“It’s more than that,” he gets a little defensive. “I don’t have any siblings, no one has ever really wanted to protect me and my feelings other than Emily. She is the cool older sister I always needed, and living in a world where she didn’t exist was the worst thing but what’s worse is Hotch and JJ didn’t think our team could handle knowing that secret so what else are they willing to keep from me?”

“I know you love her, but they had to keep her safe. And she’s not safe if all 6 of her best friends knew she was alive, it would be very noticeable to people watching if you didn’t have the kind of reaction you had. If you knew and Doyle saw you, he’d have no problem killing you or me or Aimee for Emily’s location,” Y/N was right. She always was. “it was for a good reason, you need to let it go. As much as I love you, this little hissy fit about secrets isn’t cute.”

“I know,” he sighs, leaning back against the pillows now too. “I’m excited to finally marry you tomorrow, I’m more excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What would you do without me?” She teases, leaning over for a quick kiss, but he pulls her in to stay.

His arms wrapped around her, lazily kissing each other in the almost dark room, it’s calm and quiet and lovely. So much different from how it normally is at this time of night recently. Amethyst is sleeping for once, they’re alone and he’s not on call. So his hands start to travel down her back and under her underwear as he cups her ass.

Pulling her into his lap, grinding her against him as they kiss. “No, we need to sleep for tomorrow…” she whispers as his kisses travel down her neck.

“Pre-wedding quickie?” His bottom lip sticks out as he pouts.

She shakes her head, “how about between the ceremony and the reception we sneak off and do it in the guest room?”

He kisses her neck again, “fine, I guess you win.”

She snickers, rolling off and back to her side of the bed, “I’m so exhausted, we have to get up early tomorrow, your mom’s flying in with your aunt Ethel on Rossi’s jet, Derek is getting them cause he's the best with old ladies. JJ is taking Aimee for the day and Penelope is going to take you to get your suit fitted.”

Spencer reaches over to turn off his lamp before cuddling into her, “how did you do all this so quick?”

“I’m used to pulling all the strings to get what I want, I had no problem using my FBI letterhead to get people to do what I wanted…”

He kisses the side of her neck again, arm tightening around her waist as she pulls the blankets up around them.

—

Penelope was fastening his boutonniere when Derek walked in with Diana and his aunt Ethel. He was swarmed with hugs, his cheeks were pinched and aunt Ethel really wasn’t that fond of his newly grown facial hair.

“I like it,” Diana counters. “It makes him look like a man, a man who’s getting married.”

Spencer can't help but smile, “I’m so glad you could make it for this.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, believe me. And the girls said I have to bring home lots of photos, so I brought a few disposable cameras,” she digs through her purse and takes one out. Scrolling along the side to prepare the tape before aiming and taking possibly the worst photo she could of him, but he just smiled.

“Why don’t you both go take a look around the yard, Rossi is out there, I’m sure he’d love to answer all your questions about the property,” Penelope adds, shuffling them out of the room so she can finish putting Spencer in his suit.

“Not so fast,” She stops Derek from slipping out. “Put your suit on before you go get a drink, it’ll ruin the atmosphere if they see you without it on.”

Spencer shoots a glare at him, “there’s no stopping her. She’s the wedding planner.”

“From hell,” Derek whispers under his breath as he yoinks his arm from her grip and sticks his tongue out at him playfully.

“And this is exactly why you aren’t the best man,” she shoots back, following him into the bathroom to help him get ready.

Thus giving Spencer a moment to escape. Wondering down the hallway to the master bedroom where Y/N was standing by the window in her gown, watching the people mingle while Aimee had a nap in her playpen.

“Hey,” he whispered from the door, “you look beautiful.”

She turned with a smile, “thank you, but you’re not supposed to be looking at me yet.”

Spencer’s eyes welled up, his throat got thick and suddenly he was overwhelmed by the fact he was about to marry the love of his life. “I wanted you to see my reaction before anyone else,” he manages to whisper, walking towards her and wrapping her up in his arms. “I love you so much.”

Her hands snake inside his jacket, feeling his back, over his dress shirt and lightly running her nails over him. He settles almost immediately in her arms and kisses the side of her neck, “I love you more, Spence.”

After their long hug, he sits on the edge of the window with her, watching everyone they know interact. Y/N’s parents and siblings, aunts uncles and cousins that he’s heard of and barely knew, his mother and Gideon with Rossi and JJ…

It was such an interesting group of people, “oh good, he made it,” Y/N smiled, pointing down at Arminius who was placing a Crystal beside everyone's name place on the dinner tables. It was so much more extravagant than Spencer ever expected.

“You did a wonderful job with all this,” he gestures at the scene before them.

“You’re anxious?” She turns to him and opens her arms, “come here.”

He wraps his arms around her and holds her close to his chest, kissing the side of her neck gently and taking a few deep breaths. “I love you, I just hate talking in front of crowds about my feelings…”

“They already know you love me,” she teases. “If you stutter or cry, it’ll be fine because they all expect it. They know you’re a bumbling fool when it comes to me, and it’s cute.”

“Spencer Reid!” Penelope shouts from the doorway, followed by Aimee’s startled crying.

They pull apart, glaring at Penelope before Y/N goes to pick her up.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not supposed to be in here. We start in 15 minutes,” Penelope announces.

“I’ll see you out there?” Spencer asks, still anxious even though he knows she’s coming.

Y/N walks over with Aimee in her arms, kissing his cheek gently and leaving a lipstick stain. “I’ll see you out there.”

He kisses the top of Amethyst's head before heading out, Penelope in tow and Derek not far behind. Emily is downstairs in her green dress, drinking some champagne when she sees them.

“Ah!” She shouts with her arms raised, “you guys look amazing!”

“Thank you,” Spencer straightens out his suit. Nervous as ever.

“Ready to do this?” Derek places a hand on his back.

“No,” he sighs, “but I don’t have a choice Penelope will kill me.”

“Correct,” she calls out from where ever she’s disappeared to.

Derek and Emily take turns attempting to calm him down before they take their spots at the alter, waiting anxiously for his bride to make her way down. The music starts to play and he can feel the tears start to gather. Welling in his eyes as Henry scatters flowers down the aisle and Amethyst gets carried in with Penelope, but he cries when he sees her.

The love of his life is in a lilac dress, smiling graciously as she makes her way towards him. And he’s fixated on her and her alone, taking her hand when she reaches him, looking into her beautiful eye with a sweet smile and a trembling lower lip. He’s never been this in love, and he has a feeling it’ll only keep growing.

There wasn’t anyone there to officiate and Spencer barely noticed until Y/N’s attention moved to the audience, where Diana was standing and walking towards them, “surprise…” Y/N whispered.

“What?”

“For those of you who don’t know, Spencer’s mom Diana used to read him little love poems when he was a kid… I think it’s why he’s so wonderful now,” Y/N explains to everyone.

“I did,” Diana smiles, opening her sheet of paper as everyone in the audience sits.

Spencer’s so shocked that they managed to plan all this without him, and yet it’s perfect.

“I always hoped I’d be able to say a few words at Spencer’s wedding one day,” Diana starts. “From the moment he learned how to walk, Spencer has been taking care of me, learning how to be the best man in the world and preparing for the life I always knew he’d have. He’s a very kind soul, he’s always been so delicate and yet so incredibly strong. Picking up any broken pieces he finds and putting people back together.

“When I met Y/N for the first time I knew she was special, I knew that Spencer had found his person and that she was meant to be in his life. And the more I saw them together, the more they interacted— the more I realized that together Y/N and Spencer are like kintsukuroi. Which just means golden repair in Japanese, it’s the art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Y/N’s the golden glue, taking something broken that is trying so hard to fit in and making it beautiful. Together you’re priceless art, and that little girl you made is just further proof.”

Y/N silently cried, whispering a thank you to Diana, looking back at Spencer with glossy eyes and a sweet smile. He looked just the same.

“The happy couple has opted out of the traditional vows,” Diana adds. “Instead they’ve written their own, Y/N if you’d like to start…”

“Okay,” she turns to Spencer with a deep breath, she lets go of his hand and reaches into the pocket of her dress hearing some of the gasps in the audience and turning to them. “Pockets, cool right?”

It makes everyone laugh, including Spencer who really needed it. He was so anxious and she could see it. “Spencer and I work together, and I collect rocks… well I collect crystals to be exact. And I keep them on my desk for good luck with all the things we see every day.

“Spencer was the only person to ask about them, and then the following week he gave me a new rock every day, and I still have them all,” she holds the rocks in her hand for everyone to see. “A Rose Quartz for love, Serpentine for new adventures together, Chrysocolla for new beginnings and opportunity. But my favourites are the Kiwi Jasper for mutual support and trust, and the Ruby in Zoisite for finding the joy in life with someone… all things that came true for us.”

She puts them back in her pocket and takes out another single rock. “This is a clear quartz, just a regular crystal, but it amplifies energies and protects…” she slides it into the pocket of his suit jacket. “So whatever we feel for each other today will only grow as long as we have that. And I vow to love you forever.”

Spencer reaches into the pocket, behind the new rock she just added, to take out his tiger's eye. “She gave me this for good luck, I have it in my pocket for every case, I always feel it under my vest. It pokes me right in the heart and it reminds me that she loves me and I have someone to go home to, two someone’s… it brought me the best luck in the whole world with you and Aimee, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly explain how much I love you, but my god, I love you so much.”

It makes the audience laugh, and then a chorus of sniffles returns. Tear-stained cheeks watch as the two of them make heart eyes at each other, “I love you too,” she replies with a smile.

He takes her hands again, “I vow to protect you more than any of these rocks, not to be cheesy but you’re my rock. You’re my whole world and I love you so much it hurts. I’m never going to stop loving you.”

She grips his face and pulls him into a kiss, making everyone laugh once again, Diana included. “I guess you can kiss the groom…”

—

XXX

—

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Penelope’s voice is heard over the speakers. “If you could please clear the dance floor, the bride and groom would like to have their first dance.”

With Y/N’s hand in his, they walk to the centre of the floor where the crowd is circled around. The band started playing their song as his arms wrapped around her waist.

Swaying together with everyone watching was so strange, but this was their song. She was his favourite crystal, his arms wrapped around her snugly, resting his head on her shoulder as she sang along to the song… a song he’d never know if he didn’t meet her.

“Do you always trust your first initial feeling,

Special knowledge holds true, bears believing.”

He can feel her hands roaming his back, trading her weight back and forth as they swayed with more purpose, Y/N pulled back enough to look at him, holding his face in her hands.

“I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove, like the love that had finally, finally found me,” she whispers.

“Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you,” he replies just as soft, forgetting the audience behind them and getting lost in her eyes.

“You drove me through the mountains,

Through the crystal-like and clear water fountain,

Drove me like a magnet,

To the sea,

To the sea.”

She can’t help but smile. Knowing what they planned to do next, holding his hand and letting him lead. One hand remains on her hip as he takes the other in his hand. Tossing her out with a spin before she returned to him.

“How the faces of love have changed turning the pages,

And I have changed, oh, but you, you remain ageless!”

Spinning her around, she’s nothing but smiles as everyone cheers and claps. Joining the happy couple on the dance floor with their partners. Twirling around with smiles and laughs to the song that represented the almightily love Spencer had for his wife.

His wife.

“I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove,

Like the love that finally found me.

Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you.

Drove me through the mountains,

Through the crystal-like and clear water fountain!

Drove me like a magnet,

To the sea,

To the sea,”

And then they saw Amethyst in Penelope’s arms, swaying around with her aunt on her way over to them. Spencer reached out for her, taking her in his arms and inviting their little girl into their dance. It was the happiest he’s ever been, with the two people he loves the most, with everyone else who means the world to him there to bear witness.

Y/N’s dad steps in then, extending a hand to have a dance with his daughter as Spencer keeps swaying with his. Almost 10 months he’s been a father and it’s still the most surreal thing in the world to see her smile and giggle with her big brown eyes and chubby little cheeks. So much like him yet so much like her mom.

She plays with his tie as he holds her, kissing the top of her head gently before looking around. His mom was dancing with Derek, Emily and Penelope were cuddled into one another as they swayed to the music. JJ and Will having a moment while little Henry ran around with Rossi’s dog… it was the happiest he’s ever seen his friends.

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