#PROFREADING

[angryraptor13]

I wonder how good their profreading is. And how cool the "frong" cover of my book would look.

...Um, maybe not.

(Via Harry Turtledove on Twitter)

[fuctacles]

A gorgeous man walks into a dressing room

for @genderthings Eddie's Gender Week prompt "stage" Steddie | T | 1125 | genderqueer/gender non conforming Eddie | famous Eddie, hair stylist (and drag queen) Steve, first meeting, pre-relationship | Ao3

The new hair stylist walks in on Eddie applying lipstick. Kudos to him, he takes it in stride, placing his bag on the clean area in front of one of the mirrors. 

"The doors were open, so I hope it's okay I just walked in," he says with a tilt of a question in his voice. 

Eddie hums, focused on sharpening the edges around his lips. 

"I'm the new hair stylist, Steve Harrington," the guy introduces himself. "You must be Eddie, right?"

"Ah-hah," Eddie makes an affirmative sound. 

"How can I refer to you?"

"Just Eddie is okay, but if you want to keep it more professional, something like chief or captain is fine. Do not call me boss," Eddie says, moving away from the mirror to gauge the symmetry and not happy with the results so far. 

"No, I mean, do you want to be addressed as a guy? Or something different."

Eddie sometimes forgets that he's in the creative field now, and a lot of other people he meets are more open to gender fuckery and general LGBT themes. They finally look at the new guy, someone they'd usually dismiss as gorgeous but straight, if not for the pearl necklace around his neck. 

"I'm fine with anything, but you can call me anytime."

The silence lingers and as Steve's look sours, Eddie's lips turn up into a grin. 

"What?! It's a good line!" 

"Sure is," Steve rolls his eyes. "Do you need help with that?" he points to the lipstick still clutched in Eddie's hand. "I do drag on the weekends." 

Eddie blanks for long enough for Steve to produce a small make up brush out of somewhere, and pry the lipstick out of his hand. He dabs the brush against the dark red pigment. 

"The secret of sharp edges is using a brush," he explains softly. "It gives you better control of the lines."

Eddie can't say shit when Steve's finger gently holds his chin while he's applying the lipstick in small, precise strokes. He steps back, fixes something, and steps back again before nodding to himself.

"I thinks it's okay now." 

Eddie turns to the mirror to examine their perfectly painted, symmetrical lips. They look up at Steve's reflection. 

"Can you do my eyes, too?" 

Steve can, and gives Eddie an impressive, bold eye make up, apologizing all the time that it's "too draggy". Eddie slaps him about it, and informs him that it's perfect. 

When Corroded Coffin's actual stylist come into the dress room, they just groan at the sight of Eddie's make up and turn their anger at Steve. For a second, the thinks he's going to be fired, but then...

"Give her an updo, something messy but feminine to match the face," the person instructs. Steve only nods to that. "I'll go pick something in the wardrobe."

Steve is a little terrified, but Eddie only beams at him.

"She likes you!" he exclaims happily, gently slapping at Steve's chest. 

"Uh, she didn't seem happy," Steve protests gently, reaching for his actual hair styling kit. 

"Don't worry about it," Eddie waves their hand. "Chrissy is always stressed before a performance, but she likes a challenge. We've been friends forever, so I'd know."

"Okay." Steve pushes Eddie gently so he'll rest against the back of the chair, and turns him to face the mirror, then ties his tool belt around his waist. "I'll trust you on that. Now, I'll try to be gentle, but tell me if I pull too hard." 

Eddie's hair is a bit of a struggle, since the initial plan was to just tease it as usual and let it be. But Steve turns out to be an expert enough to brush it out and up tying it into a high ponytail, with some strands framing his face. He even takes extra time to curl them and set them in place with hair spray. 

When he takes a step back to take in his work, his eyes shine. Not only was he proud with his work, but his model was more than good looking, the make up and hairdo enhancing their features. Their eyes catch in the mirror reflection, but before any of them can say anything, Chrissy is back, carrying a handful of dark fabric. 

"I got a few outfits for you to try on. Steve, could you take care of Gareth's hair?"

"On it!"

Eddie gives him a smile and a finger wave through the mirror, before Chrissy descends on them with the clothing she's picked. Steve doesn't have time to look in their direction, curling Gareth's hair and then giving each of the members a simple version of Eddie's eye to match it. The impromptu make over must have put them behind schedule, because everyone is rushing somewhere before Steve can take a proper look at the end product.

It's only after the lights dim that he's ushered by Chrissy to a booth where the rest of the staff is either taking a break or keeping an eye on their work. As part of the styling team, Steve is on the look out for any hair or wardrobe malfunctions that might need touching up during the set. 

Gareth comes out first, setting a beat with his drums for the others to walk out to. They're dressed pretty much the same as usual, except for Eddie, whose jeans were swapped with a long skirt, its side slits so high the whole thigh is pretty much on display. 

Steve briefly wonders what kind of underwear they're wearing for it not to be visible. 

"Hello Chicago!" Eddie greets the audience through the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, and..." he makes a dramatic pause, eyes scanning the crowd. "Others. A gorgeous man walked into my dressing room today and did my make up." They flip their hair back and angle their face left and right. "What do we think?" The crowd goes wild and Eddie laughs. "Me too. It goes to show, for the best make up and hair tips, go to a drag queen." With another loud cheer from the crowd, Eddie sticks out their tongue playfully and starts off the first song.

They look stunning, with the strands of hair framing their painted face and the long pale legs wearing heavy leather boots. Steve feels like a fraud, because he's getting paid to make the band presentable, but really, Eddie's beauty is doing most of the work for him.

"Did Eddie just call me gorgeous?" he asks absentmindedly, slowly processing everything he's taking in. 

To his right, Chrissy sighs. 

"Please don't take it to HR," she says. 

"What?" Steve gives her a short, surprised glance. "No. No. Unless, there's something against dating the band in my contract?"

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[kettlefire]

Last Hope (SuperPhantom)

Danny knew it was stupid. He really did, truly. He just didn't really have many other options, okay?

The moment he saw that sleek muscle car come rumbling into the parking lot of the shady motel, he knew it was a horrible idea.

It was truly the worst thing he could think of, but again, what was he supposed to do?

He was injured, his core struggling to keep up with all the new weaponry he had been hit with. He was aching in places he never thought could ache.

The world was against him, or at least the part of the world that knew about him. The government despised him, and he was only in for more pain and torment if he got caught.

So yes, when he caught the scent of the car. Iron, sulfur, rock salt, and blood... it didn't take a genius to figure out those two large men were hunters.

Now, Danny didn't have much experience with the layman's hunter. The ones that were well spread on every type of creature and not just ghosts.

He also knew that his kind of ghosts were less known by the average hunter. So, he had a shot, right?

Danny might actually have a chance to heal if he can just fly under the radar long enough. If he could keep these hunters oblivious to his presence, than all would be good...

Right?

Right.

So, Danny didn't have much of a choice. He figured it was time he pulled a Technus. He possessed the car. Danny didn't like that word, but that's exactly what he did.

He nestled his core near the engine, a spot he figured would be safe, and spread the rest of himself throughout the frame and mechanics.

And it worked!

...

At least for the first day. He managed to hitch a ride into the next state over. Danny thought he was actually going to get a break.

Listen, Danny wasn't used to hunters being friendly with supernatural beings, okay? How was he supposed to expect the sudden appearance of an angel!

An actual angel! Something he only heard about through Clockwork. Never once saw one, or interacted with.

So when this strange, winged, trench coat wearing man appeared in the backseat of the car, Danny felt. He felt the power and presence immediately.

He felt all his hope drain away the moment the man opened his mouth. The first thing in reference to Danny currently hidden inside the car.

His cover was up. Especially of the way each man suddenly got tensed said anything.

Danny's supposed safe haven might just be his down fall.

[iceagebaby]

Courier time!

Backstory under the cut, please give it a read!

Born into the Jackal raider tribe, Vels "Marie" Spolsky grew up in an world of gore and voilence. The Jackals, known for their cannibalism and chem addiction, were a gang in decline after a failed raid at Shady Sands. As a member of this group, Vels was quick to become another raider to shoot on sight. At 19, after countless failures, losses and injuries, Vels's instinct for self preservation and survival kicked in. He abandoned the remnants of the clan and joined up with the Followers of the Apocalypse, who, miraculously, took him in and provided him with an education.

Despite his partial redemption, Vels still struggled with his impulses. As he traveled with Followers caravans, primarily as protection for the followers, he began to take on various odd jobs. During this time, he learned to use a sniper rifle, compensating for his poor eyesight. Eventually, this led him to the Mojave Express, where he took on a delivery job.

After being shot in the head, Vels was left with scattered memories. While he retained parts of his past - his addiction to Psycho, cravings (fo4), feral tendencies, and scars, his sense of self was altered. Despite his almost-membership with the Followers, Vels was far from reformed. He remained a dangerous individual, only slightly less unhinged than his raider days, but at last with a sense of wanting to become someone better.

Relationship with Arcade:

When Vels stumbled into the camp of the Followers of the Apocalypse, bruised, battered and desperately seeking refuge, it was Arcade Gannon who first met him with a mixture of skepticism and unwilling compassion. Arcade, as well educated and morally upright member as any could be, had his doubts about allowing a raider into their ranks. Yet still, something about Vels' determination and willingness to leave his violent past struck a chord in him. There was something about him that piqued Arcade's interest. Perhaps it was the raider's genuine desire to learn or his willingness to engage in discussions and listen to him was somehting that drew Arcade in.

Their initial relationship was rocky. Arcade's compassion for Vels was restrained by his deep seated moral convictions. He couldn’t ignore the fact that Vels had been part of a group responsible for untold atrocities. Despite that, Arcade couldn’t help but feel some sort of respect for Vels' decision to seek a better path in life. He was snippy and salty in their interactions, often challenging Vels on his past actions and future intentions.

Vels, on the other hand, found himself inexplicably drawn to Arcade. He admired Arcade's intellect and convictions, qualities that were foreign and fascinating to him. However, his upbringing as a raider had left him emotionally scarred and unsure of how to form genuine connections, especially with Arcades reservations for him. His attraction to Arcade was palpable, but he struggled to understand these feelings, often resorting to defensive or aloof behavior.

Thetension between them became more pronounced when they traveled together with a caravan heading to New Vegas. As they traversed the wastes, a tense bond began to form. Arcade couldn’t deny that Vels was a capable protector, as did Vels began to apriciate Arcades prowess with his Defender and found himself opening up, albeit slowly and with great difficulty.

Despite the growing friendship, Arcade remained wary. His interactions with Vels were filled with sharp comments and moral questioning, a constant reminder of the chasm between their world views. Vels, for his part, tried to prove his commitment to change, though he often slipped into old habits under stress.

A year later, after Vels was shot and lost much of his memory, their paths crossed again. This time, Arcade observed Vels from a distance at first, noticing the changes in him. The feral edge was still there, but muted by a haunted look and a sense of disorientation. Vels didn’t recognize Arcade, but there were moments of odd familiarity in his eyes, fleeting glances that hinted at buried memories.

Arcade decided not to reveal their past association immediately. He wanted to understand who Vels became without the burden of his past. As they spent more time together, Arcade saw glimpses of the man Vels could be, not just the raider he had been. Slowly, cautiously, Arcade began to extend his trust, hoping that this second chance would allow them to find redemption and perhaps a deeper connection.

The man before him was different, yet familiar. He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps this time, their relationship might find a steadier ground.

[highschoolstoryliveson]

Chloe Smith-McMannon

Chloe and her twin brother Chase were born to Marybeth Smith on Jan. 18th, 2000. Marybeth, unable to take care of herself let alone two infants, gave the twins a rough start. It wasn't until they were almost 5 that the state finally stepped in and put them into foster care.

For around two years the two of them bounced around the foster system. None of the homes they stayed at were bad, per say, but those years solidified in the twins mind that they could only rely on each other. Everyone else would eventually leave, but there will always be one hand they can reach out to for support.

Right after their 7th birthday, Chloe and Chase went to stay with the McMannons. Before the first week was done, everyone in the house knew that they had finally found their family. Stacy and Jill are both extremely loving. They gave an overwhelming amount of kindness and support when Chloe came out to them at trans when she was 10. They went our of their way and did everything they possibly could to make sure their baby girl felt comfortable in her own skin.

The family lived in South Carolina for most of the twins' childhood, both getting to experience the idealistic small town charm. As they grew, while Chloe and Chase still held onto each other- they also learned how to reach out. Chase found his independence and a sense of adventure while Chloe found a friend group who loved her for who she is. For a long time, it seemed like the worst was behind them.

Until the end of sophomore year.

Chloe had been out to her two best friends, Katie and Jeanette, for about three years. Katie from the beginning was very supportive, and after a few bumps in the road due to ignorance Jeanette fully saw Chloe as a woman and supported her.

It wasn't until Jeanettes crush asked Chloe out that everything fell apart. That night, the guy got a text outing Chloe and by the next day everyone in town knew.

Jeanette started dating the crush and Chloe and Katie stopped talking- leaving her to face everything almost entirely alone. If her family hadn't been there for her, Chloe isn't sure that she would have survived it.

With time, the bullying and Chloe's mental health only got worse. It got to a point where they all agreed that the best course of action would be to move somewhere more supportive for a fresh start. Within the next few months, with the twins being homeschooled in the meantime, Stacy and Jill found new jobs and a house several states away.

Right as they started to settle in and get ready for their new school- Chase was offered the chance to go to Europe for a year long exchange program. Originally he had no plans of leaving, citing that he couldn't leave his sister after everything she had been through (and secretly terrified of actually going out into the world alone). Despite her own fears, Chloe gave him the push he needed to follow his dreams.

Without her brother there for the first time in her life, Chloe was sure that she was going to fall apart. That all changed when she met Autumn. One of the kindest, warmest, and most beautiful people Chloe knows, the two clicked instantly. It wasn't long before they became best friends and each others favorite person in the universe. Autumn is the first person Chloe comes out to at the new school, telling her on the boardwalk over ice cream. They both cried tears of joy.

While she adored Payton from the beginning, so happy to know someone as preppy and social as herself, it's not until she learns that the other girl was also adopted that the two start to get really close on a deeper level. They balance each other out well, Chloe able to keep Payton focused and down to Earth, while Payton knows how to get Chloe out of her head and back into the moment. Describing her as a friend almost feels wrong, because Payton is exactly the sister Chloe had always wanted.

Beckett made Chloe believe in falling in love again. After everything that had happened at her old school, she had accepted that no one would ever want her in that way once they knew all of her. He proved her wrong the day that they met. Before him, she had never been able to talk to someone so easily. When they broke up it wasn't because of a loss of feelings or a transgression on either side. They just agreed that they'd rather be best friends for life than exes.

Chloe and Mia are gossip SOULMATES. They get coffee at least once a week just to talk about everyone else. They did date for about a week, but that was mainly just to piss off Mia's family. Chloe originally tried to go Dutch every time they went out, but once she saw how Mia spends her money with the whole debutant ball, she makes the blonde pay every time.

Chloe was in love with Hannah. Hannah who is so beautiful and who immediately showed the same amount of drive to build something wonderful. Neither of them had enough spare time to see the other as much as they wanted, but both girls were willing to do whatever it took to stay with each other. Eventually their responsibilities outside of the relationship became too much- giving them two options. They would either break up or one of them would have to sacrifice part of who she was to stay together. Neither of them were willing to ask the other to do that, they wouldn't want to watch their girlfriend lose herself. Even though their romantic relationship ends, Hannah will always hold a special place in Chloe's heart. She still gets a warm feeling in her chest every time she looks at the stars. They remind her of the nights they would go stargazing together, fingers interlocked and the grass soft under their legs. Those moments mean more to Chloe than she ever could've imagined.

Chloe didn't expect to fall for Wes. From a rocky start, with Chloe barely trusting Wes enough to work with him, they only hung out because he was willing to help and because he and Autumn got back together pretty quickly after he joined the school. He started to call her 'Sunshine' ironically, but with time the meaning behind the nickname changed. Once they started spending time together, the two started to get closer quicker than anyone expected. They genuinely enjoy each other's company and find more in common with one another than either of them had anticipated. As she spends more time with Autumn and Wes, and Wes alone, he starts to become another one of her best friends. Everything was wonderful until she caught feelings for him.

She ignored her feelings for a long time, able to date other people and to ignore the butterflies in her stomach anytime he was close.

It wasn't until Ace that she finally felt herself starting to move on. She still had feelings for Wes, but feelings were starting to develop between her and Ace as well. And then her school wins. And then he betrayed her. After that, Chloe finally fell apart.

Having to watch his best friend lose herself, and then learning that she was starting to fall for Ace, made Wes start to reevaluate his feelings for his two favorite people.

Hearing about what happened, Chase ended his trip a few months early and flew home. Though there were a bit of adjusting pains, with Chloe having a much stronger support group than either of them were used to, he quickly became part of the group.

On the same day a month later, Wes and Autumn met up to have the same conversation. They still loved each other more than anything, but that love had changed.

Even after the breakup, it still took a while for Chloe and Wes to get together. Chloe needed time to learn to trust again, and Wes wasn't willing to pressure her at all. Still, with both of them single, they were more willing to toe the line of being in a relationship until Chloe was finally ready.

Halfway though the twins' senior year, Sarah and Jill got a call with...some news. Apparently the twins biological mother didn't only have two children. Three years before the twins were born, she had been in a toxic relationship with someone else that also resulted in pregnancy. The man pulled his life together, doing everything he could to give his baby girl the life she deserved, but Marybeth didn't. So in return for giving the baby her last name (Marybeth's only request), he takes the baby on his own and raises her.

Their sister, Isabella Smith, only found out about them the month before and had been searching like crazy to find them. They met up as soon as possible, and the family became a little bit bigger.

[koropukgoro]

all the ao3 tags have giant vash... nothin against giant vash...but i need him 2 be the tiny one....... i need him 2 inches tall asap...

[icefang111]

One of my posts broke containment to Reddit so I went over to see what they had to say, and I just....

So many are complaining about lack of context?

Like ya'll broke into MY house and took a sticky note off the fridge! Of course you're going to be missing context?!

[liabugs]

Caleb’s the type to practice kissing with you for your “future boyfriend “

cw: reader is portrayed as naive or inexperienced, full nelson, not profread dubious consent, just caleb being a freak LOL

He would!!! He just wants to help you! After all if you want a boyfriend you need to learn how to kiss right?

You would ask "but wouldn't that make you my first kiss?" to which he would say: "noo, just don't tell anybody, it's not like we're boyfriend and girlfriend or anything..." with a smirk.

And then, his lips are on yours. He bites your bottom lip and you moan. You feel a warm feeling in your stomach, whimpering, trying to put away. "I feel weird caleb... I think we should stop-" He pouts, “c’mon pips, promise nothing bad is gonna happen, ‘kay?”

You press your lips in a thin line, you think, well Caleb has never steered you wrong… So what’s different about this time?

So you go with it. And before you know it, He’s got you in full nelson, split open on his big cock. Cooing at you when you whine from the pain, “It’s okay princess, ‘promise it will feel good soon..” then he kisses your cheek.

When you get used to his size he’s moving in a slower pace than expected. But that doesn’t last long before he’s pounding into you, you’re so much better than the other girls who look like you. Caleb realizing that the real deal is so much better than he could ever dream of.

It’s a good thing Gran isn’t home because the noises you both are making are loud and desperate. Caleb praising you for how good your taking him,

“Takin’ me s’well pips, mmph fuck!”

“yes yes, atta girl, just like that, mhmm…”

“s’good baby, yer soo tight princess.”

then your coming around his cock, throwing your head back on his shoulder with a squeal.

And fuck, Caleb thinks, he might have to let that boy know what’s his. And Caleb doesn’t take kindly to another guy touching what’s his.

[jo-com]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ➛ Clingy

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Charles and Alex gets so clingy it’s adorable

Genre: Short Fluff, Throuple!

Tw: not anything in particular js some grammatical error and mind u this is not profread

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Bellahadid No invites??

Yn.cult NEXT TIME I PROMISE

Bellahadid You better🤨

Alexandrasaintmleux Pretty as always ma fille

Yn.cult Stopp, you’re making me blush🤭

Charles_Lecler I think you’re pretty too!

Alexandrasaintmleux i said it first tho😐

User1 THE WAY THEY’RE FIGHTING OVER HER😭😭

User2 Nah cause i’d do the same ngl

Ex.bf Staying there too! Maybe we should hang out!

Alexandrasaintmleux yeah no.

Charles_Leclerc Agreed.

User3 he shoot his shot but got rejected twice😭😭

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User4 How can one person look cute and hot at the same time

User5 it’s called the y/n effect✨

User6 Faxx☝🏻

User7 Nah who took the first pic?🤨

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Alex pouted, her brows knitted in a frown as she stared blankly at your post; constantly refreshing it to see whether or not you replied to her comment yet.

But every time she does, she gets disappointed—not seeing your reply just makes her grow fonder of your presence.

With a deep sighed, Alex turned off her phone and buried her face in y/n’s favorite pillow. The one she uses every time they sleep, the one that has her lingering smell on it, and the one Charles and Alex coddles up whenever they miss you. Which is constantly so they fight about whoever gets it.

Alex stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind was clouded with the thoughts of you. She just misses you so much it’s killing her. Literally.

The only reason you were out was because of your job; you love modeling that’s why they couldn’t have the guts to stop you from going. But now they just wished that they stopped you.

“Ughhhhh” she sighed, dragging the h along the tone of her boredness. Her voice echoing around the empty room which caught the attention of their boyfriend.

“What’s the matter, bébé?” Charles asked, peeking his head into the doorframe.

Alex lazily dragged her head up to face charles. “Everything’s cool, i just miss her is all” she mumbled, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

Charles smiled emphatically, he knows what it’s like to miss you— he’s going through that too but he’s not taking it as hard like Alex though. He’s trying to act strong for the both of them, i mean someone has to, right?

Alex felt the couch dipped down as Charles sat besides her frame. “Should we call y/n and see what’s she’s up to?” He asked, rubbing soft circles around her back.

“No” she replied all muffled due to her head still facing down and resting on your pillow.

She wanted them to call you; to hear your sweet voice. Alex wanted nothing more than that, but then again she doesn’t want to disturb you and ruin your fun.

“Let’s just watch a movie and try to get our minds of her, yeah?” Sighing defeatedly, alex nodded her head and muttered a low ‘sure’ making Charles smile happily.

So that’s what they did, they watched a movie, and ate all the food they could find in the house until they fell asleep.

They woke up the very next day— saw your recent post and started to miss you like crazy again.

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Got bored and wanted to make this, hope you guys enjoy itt!!

[writer-logbook]

How to improve your writing style : a 5-steps guide.

Intro : I love the 5-steps format, don’t mind me. Again, this essay is based on my personal experience.

Read in different genres. Ok, I know you’ve probably heard this advice more than you can count but did you ask yourself why it is so important ? You probably wonder ‘‘How reading some historical fiction will help me writing my sci-fi novel ?’’ For that simple reason my friend : they meet different purposes. You don’t know how to describe a castle ? It’s okay, historical fiction got your back. Because it aims at something more realistic and accurate, it would tend to be more specific and detailed when it comes to describing clothes, furniture, places and so on. Why ? Because, most of the time, THEY ACTUALLY EXISTED. Take a closer look at how it is done and draw your inspiration from it (but please avoid plagiarism it’s bad - and illegal)

Take notes and CLASSIFY them. To make reading somehow useful, you have to actually make it concious, which means you have to write things down to remember them. When I come across a description I like, I tend to takes notes of the figures of speech that are used and class them, so when I have to write a similar scene, I have an idea of what have been already used, and weither or not it achieved its goal. I am NOT talking about COPY another author’s style !!!! It’s about finding inspiration and new approaches. I also tend to take notes of the new words I wish to incoporate into my writing. The thesaurus is my new bestie.

Rewrite the same scene from different POVs. First of all, it’s fun. And it’s a really good way to spot quirky formulations. For instance, if you describe a ship, the captain’s POV should be different from that of a simple observer. The first one would be naming each part princisely whereas the other would only be admiring the surface without knowing anything. If the caption is the same for both POVs, maybe you should consider write your passage again (or have a good reason, like a strong amateurism for the mere observer). It’s go hand in hand with coherence - but it would be an essay for another time (maybe).

Read your text aloud. I put major emphasis on that one because it’s as underated as reading books for various genres. You have no idea how much we DON’T speak the way we write. Even dialogues are crafted in our stories - so make sure to give them proper attention. (i even read my email aloud but-). I KNOW how cringey it might be as I am doing it MYSELF but the benefits are worth the 35-minutes shame I endure from my own mess. Before you can shine, you have to polish (shout out to the one who said that first if it’s not me).

Take a step back. I strongly advice you to let some time pass before reading your text again and profreading it. It will cast a new light upon your work and with fresh eyes you’d be more likely able to spot what needs to be erased or rephrased.

That’s all for me today. Since I would be entering my proofreading phase for my writing contest, the next essay would probably about proofreading (with examples from my own novel ?). Unless someone wants me to write on a specific subject first.

Gentle reminder that I’m still French and not a native so please forgive my dubious grammar and outrageous mispellings.

[nyxxxatnite]

Poison

Plot: it should’ve been known that just because you slept with him, doesn’t mean anything changes. And you can’t help but fall for his words every time

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): SMUTT!!!! Heavy angst at the end, reader gets used for sex, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), no happy end, wally bullies the reader, wally is an absolute asshole unless he’s fucking the reader, fingering, degrading, tbh this is shit, NOT PROFREAD

a/n: YALL. okay so i recently binged Hazbin Hotel and this smut is based on a song from the show called Poison. I’m obsessed with it! Anyways. Lets get TO IT!

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the sound of the bell snaps you out of your day dream, making you look up from your notepad. Students are standing and making their way out of the classroom to hurry to their next class, leaving you by yourself. As you begin to pack your things you noticed a folded piece of paper tossed between the pages of your notepad. You grab it gently and open it, immediately recognizing Wally’s sloppy handwriting.

“Meet me in the janitors closet during our free period ;)”

you roll your eyes and crumple the paper up, tossing it into the trashcan as you walk out of the already empty classroom. You wouldn’t fall for his shit this time. The last time you did your heart got torn into shreds. But at the same time…god you’ve never had an orgasm like the one he gave you. It should’ve been a one time thing, well no, it shouldn’t have happened at all. You only went to his house to help him out with homework like he had requested and one thing led to another and you were pressed face down into his mattress as he ruined your insides.

the second time it happened? Well, honestly that was your own mistake. It was after school and you wanted to find a place to smoke in peace, so you wandered to the football field. Low and behold there he was, running laps by himself. In your defense you did try and leave but he’s a football player for crying out loud. He caught up quick and stopped you, starting to tease you about your habits. And one thing turned into another and you were riding him on the bleachers with your skirt bunched at your waist.

you hated him and he hated you but fuck his dick game was too good. But you wouldn’t let it happen again, especially when you realized about a week ago you like the football player. When you fully figured it out you avoided seeing like like he was a solar eclipse. Which made him pissed off, so when he noticed you spaced out in class he thought it the best time to give you the note.

before you could even fully wander down the hallway, you were being pulled into a small space. And when the chemicals hit your nose you knew exactly where you were. You ripped your arm from the quarter backs grasp and glared up at him.

“what the fuck Wally,” you snapped and stepped back to the door. Effectively, he blocked you in and pressed himself to you, against the door. You knew if you tried to leave you’d out the both fo you, and you’d hate to have everyone mock you

“you’ve been avoiding me, asshole, what the fuck,” he sneered and leaned down to be closer. The closer he got the more his scent encapsulated your sense. Fuck he smelt so nice.

“no shit, i fuckin’ hate your guts,” you sneered back and glared up at him. The only response you got was a snicker from him.

“nah, the only guts in this equation are yours while i’m fucking ruining them,” he whispered and gently placed his lips to your neck. You shiver and try to flinch away but his hand in your hair stops you from moving. You try to free your poor hair from his grasp but he grips harder and glares down at you.

“admit it, you love when i dick you down. You’re a fucking whore who loves to get pushed around by the star football player. Which isn’t a surprise, seeing how much of a freak you are.”

you should’ve been upset by his words but all you felt was arousal, that familiar hear between your legs. Why was this turning you on so much? Without too much thought behind it, you swung your arm back a bit and up. With a loud smack, your hand lands on his cheek, a harsh slap erupted in the small space. His face turned to the side from the impact, but that wasn’t what deterred you. The smirk rising to his lips made you lean back a bit in surprise and then the sudden impact on your chest settled in as he spun you around. With a harsh push, he’s pinning you to your front against the door, arms locked behind your back.

you hiss at the contact and try to snap at him but are cut off by the harsh yank from your hair along with the smack that landed on your ass. You let out a yelp and squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh sting hits you like bricks. And within seconds you’re feeling the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. He’s all but careful as he shoves his ring and middle finger into your hot cunt, making you moan out. His free hand is slapping over your mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching cunt at an aggressive speed, curling them every now and then to hit that perfect spot inside of you.

with his hand muffling your moans, you let them fly. Small pants are given from the dark haired boy as he pressed his hard cock against your plush ass that still stung from his assault earlier. Your eyes roll a bit from the harsh pace, already feeling a small knot build in your gut but it was easily ruined as he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You wanted to cry out in protest but the sound of his belt being undone made your heart leap in excitement.

He’s grabbing your hips and pulling them back a bit so your ass is out more for him. You jump a bit as you feel his tip prod at your entrance, gathering whatever wetness he could before he pressed into you. The stretch always felt a bit tight but you knew you’d be feeling like heaven in moments.

but he sat for a second, stuffed to the hilt inside of you. You turn your head a bit to look back at him but he grabs your hair and forces you to look away from him. Your confusion is dissolved as he starts to pull out only to slam back into you. You bite down on your lip to keep your cries in, loving the feel of his dick deep inside of you. His pace is all but sweet as he starts to fuck into you like a dog in rut. The soft groans coming from him were like heaven, along with the loud sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls slapping against your clit and his pelvis smacking into your ass.

you try and reach back to hold onto some part of him but he quickly slaps your hand away, keeping his hand in your hair to keep your head stabilized. And for some reason you feel like he’s trying to keep himself distant from you. After he had just bitched about you avoiding him as well.

your thoughts are interrupted as you felt that knot in your lower abdomen build up again. You whimpered softly and reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly to help. Wally’s hips keep pistoning into you, trying to chase his own high as well. Within a few more thrusts he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you, painting your walls that milky white color. His finish triggered yours making you spasm a bit, feeling your liquid leak down his dick and your own thighs. You were thankful you were wearing a skirt, clean up would be easy.

after taking a little breather you started to get yourself together. You turn your eyes up to the boy, seeing his eyes clouded with thought. You stepped closer only to be pushed back, “we can’t do this again. If people found out i was fucking you my reputation would be ruined. Just stay the fuck away from me from now on, freak.”

with that, he’s moving around you and darting out or the closet, leaving you alone. You’d fallen for it again, and this time his poison hit its mark leaving you with a broken heart.

[dilfartist]

Comfort

Pairing; Yandere Leon Kennedy x Therapist Reader

Synopsis; After persuasion from a coworker, Leon begrudgingly signs up for therapy which leads to an unhealthy obsession with his therapist.

Word count; 1300

TW; Yandere behavior, Unhealthy thoughts, OOC Leon Kennedy, I don't know a lot about therapists, Yandere themes, dark actions.

Notes; {Sorry for not posting a lot guys. I recently just got out of the mental hospital so. Anyways, enjoy this mediocre fanfic I came up with.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

Profread/Not Profread

Reader's description; Female/Gn

Leon wasn’t one to go to others to solve his problems. Yet, he was in your therapy office looking out the windows at the grey skies as rain drizzled.

He only came to see you. Not the therapy. If anything, being with you was the therapy.

At first, Leon did attend therapy for its purpose. Not really by choice. Apparently, his problems (alcoholism and mental issues) were getting in the way of a couple of jobs, and a coworker suggested him therapy. Well, suggested isn’t really the word- More like bugged. Otherwise, Leon wouldn’t have come.

After Ada, Leon never thought he’d fall for anyone else. Sure, Leon would flirt from time to time with a lady at a bar if he was tipsy enough or with Hunnigan during the aftermath of a successful mission. But it never went any further. Leon had no intentions of anything further. Hell, Leon was bitter about developing a crush on you in the first place.

Leon couldn’t help himself. You were just so sweet and willing to help. Something Leon hadn’t had much of since Raccoon City. Nowadays, Leon is surrounded by the greedy, selfish, ugly parts of society. The parts he despised. Being around you was like a rehab of sorts. A reminder that there was still good in the cruel world that had swallowed him whole.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you graced Leon with that sweet smile he grew to adore. You sat in your thick leather rolling chair, laptop in your lap as you powered it on. “I haven’t seen you since four months ago.”

“Work got in the way,” Leon says on the couch across you. “Long business trip,” he added.

Leon had given a specious answer when you had questioned his occupation. Instead of a U.S. agent who protected the world from biohazard monsters or a man who had saved the president's daughter, you had known him to be a hardworking office worker who frequently went on business trips.

“Where to?” “Spain.” “That sounds fun.” you smiled.

Leon shrugged his shoulders. “It was okay: Could have been better. I didn’t get to explore the country much.”

“So, how have you been? Anything new?” you put your laptop to the side, giving Leon your full attention. Leon liked that.

Leon shifted in his seat, “I saw an old friend recently during my work trip. I haven’t seen her since…” Leon trailed off. He hadn’t told you about Raccoon City despite the heavy effect it had on him. One of the main reasons he was in your office in the first place. When Leon pushed himself to talk about it, the words always died on his tongue. How could you understand? You’d see him as crazy. The world wasn’t informed about Raccoon City, so Leon wouldn’t attempt to see if you knew of the incident. “Six years ago.”

“How’d it go?”

Leon grew quiet for a moment. Being vulnerable wasn’t his thing. Funny enough. “…Strange. Felt like a dream. Never thought I’d see her again.” Leon could feel your gaze. For once, Leon didn’t like it. And with the lump that formed in his throat, he felt uncomfortable. “I thought she had died. For years, I was sure she had died and It was my fault. Then she just shows up,” he trailed off “…it felt surreal.”

You nod. “This must have been upsetting in some way. Did you get upset?” you pulled your laptop back into your lap.

“Not really. I mean, for a moment I was. When we were saying goodbye.”

“And did you visit the bar at all after?”

Ah, yes. One of the main problems you’ve been guiding to get rid of was his alcoholism. Leon never realized the extent of his intemperance until you pointed it out. Listing going to bars as one of his few hobbies did seem concerning to him nowadays.

Leon shook his head, a surge of pride blooming when he saw your eyes light up. “What did you do instead?” you asked. “I caught up on some TV shows after work and had takeout.” You happily typed something into your computer. “Good job, Leon! I knew you could do it.”

There was warmness growing on his cheeks. Leon could barely contain the small smile incoming. Instead, he rested his lips on his knuckles with his arm resting on the armrest.

He loved that. The way you treated him. Your words were genuine, and you barely knew him. Leon had known his colleagues for years, doing above and beyond on missions for them, only to get a pat on the back in return or a simple ‘Well done, Agent Kennedy.’ as they focused on their notes or computer.

The session went on for another 30 minutes. You talked about Leon’s mental health and how his coping skills were helping him turn away from drinking. Leon didn’t listen to your words, opting to memorize your voice. You’d recap the session anyway, so there was no need to tune in. Perusual.

The once soft blue city scene from the outside altered as the minutes passed into darkness due to the winter month.

“It seems our time is up,” you noted, taking a glimpse at your watch. “It was nice seeing you again, Leon. I hope to see you more often.”

“Right,” Leon said awkwardly in response. However, he felt flattered.

You stood from your chair to approach Leon, who followed your lead by standing up. Then, you escorted him to the door. “Remember, if you feel like visiting a bar or having a drink, use your coping skills: go for a walk, play a video game, or watch TV. Convert those negative feelings into positive ones!”

The trip to the parking garage is quiet, leaving Leon to his thoughts: Thoughts he'd rather not have.

Leon thought of himself as morally correct compared to his coworkers. Instead of joining the agency to fulfill greed or status, Leon joined for a selfless reason: to keep others safe. Leon didn't need money, he didn't need power, nor did he need reassurance of his character, and he felt prideful in that.

Yet, meeting you had changed his perspective of himself. All the negative traits he often critiqued rose to the surface and filled his head.

Would it be wrong to keep you to himself? Leon knew he wouldn't stay in the place he currently inhabited, work would force him to move sometime soon, which meant leaving your side. He couldn't have that. What if he took you from your home? That wouldn't be so bad. He could offer you so much more than the lousy job you had.

Leon couldn't lose you. Nothing gave him pleasure in life. The only thing that lessened his dismay was the booze he'd drown in during the late hours and dawns. Seeing you naturally put a smile on his face, and that wasn't an easy task.

Leon needed you. He deserved happiness after all the bullshit he went through on the regular. It was only fair-

"Watch it asshole!"

Leon stood in the middle of the garage, clutching his keys harshly as he stared into the blaring lights of the truck in front of him. The honking had brought him back into reality. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to make yourself useful and move out of the way?" The owner of the car barked, peeking his head from the rolled window. Not answering, Leon simply walked ahead, approaching his car slowly. The man retreats into his truck and speeds off.

Leon was just as bad as the others wasn't he?

It was a harsh reality Leon didn't want to acknowledge. Then again, realizing there was a problem was healthier than ignoring it.

"I need a drink" Leon whispered, staring blankly at his steering wheel. Despite the need to chug down the remedy for his confusing emotions, Leon knew he wouldn't. If his sobriety meant your happiness, then he'd never look at another bottle.

For now, he'd live right for you.

[sillyuin]

Minghao as boyfriend

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.

Pairing: Minghao x reader.

Warnings: no profread.

- Yuin's note: i wasn't dead, just busy, unmotivated... And still depressed.

Bf! Minghao, who looked a little intimidating when you first met him, but it took only a conversation to be captivated by how charismatic he is. Or maybe was Minghao the one who was captivated by you?

Bf! Minghao, who loves deep talks at midnight but also likes silly conversations in the early morning. There is just not an hour when it comes to talking with you; whenever you have the chance, Minghao will take it.

Bf! Minghao, who will listen to you without judging, even if you feel like it is something “trivial” or you feel like you’re being annoying, he will reassure you how important it is to speak up with a patient smile.

Bf! Minghao, who takes random pictures and sends them to you because he thinks it is worth it. “Look, I found these flowers when I went for a walk. They’re as pretty as you 🩷”.

Bf! Minghao, who is independent and likes his alone time, but can’t hide his happiness when it comes to you. After a busy schedule, spending his weekend with you feels like a dream come true.

Bf! Minghao, who encourages you to get out of your comfort zone. Your goals and dreams are important for him too, so he's willing to give you a extra hand whenever you need it (or give you a shoulder to cry if things get though).

Bf! Minghao, who doesn’t need something huge to show his love, he likes to do it on a daily basis, with subtle things like hugging you for a little more or cuddling in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.

[caramel-maive-chiato]

Another request from me for vander

Just a cute night at the bar (they are married) all the custemers are gone and reader is cleaning up while humming to music. Like I already said in my other request if you could write it a bit longer and fluffy I would love that

Love ya 🙌

Night in the bar - Vander

summary: Working everyday in a bar down in Zaun is exhausting, but your husband, that absolutely loves your voice, makes every night worth it by being your supporter.

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✦ pairing: fem!reader, wife!reader

✦ genre: fluff / comfort

✦ warnings: not really any warning, but there is a little shade on silco haha (no profread btw)

✦ author's note: Hope you like this! I really tried my best on adding details to make it longer and show that comfy, cute vibes! I am working on your viktor request too, but I wanna finish the accidental pregnancy part 2 first. Thank you for being gentle on your requests ♡

It was a late chilly night outside of the last drop, smoke curled lazily near the roof of the bar, evidence of all the people that made a stop down in the trenches for a drink.

You whipped your forehead with your forearm, flicking some messy baby hairs out of your face; friday nights were always exhausting, pool tables filled, stools crowded, drinks and cocktails passing hands between your man and you.

Stopping fights and mingling between strangers and negotiations to prevent blood spills was every day's piece of bread you won for the kids.

And even if this paid better, sometimes you missed the adrenaline of driving the minecarts down in the shaft next to your brother Silco and his best friend, Vander.

As the last client waved goodbye, stumbling off to the door, you grabbed a tray and started filling it with empty glass cups, dry foam around the edges of the used beer glasses, and melted ice inside of rocks cups.

As you lay them on the counter and started emptying the leftover alcohol and water into a bucket, your eyes caught a small twinkle, a forgotten penny. You lifted it and walked to the wall, your hand shifted to the jukebox and the coin went in.

You pressed the same number you always did, the rugged tag staring back at you;  Number 14 - "Our Love"

You started swaying lightly to the music, grabbing the always moist mop you always kept behind the counter to clean spilled drinks, it was more than once that you fell flat on your butt from whiskey puddles on the tiles.

As you started cleaning the dirt and alcohol-filled sticky floor, you started humming to the melody, and then humming became singing.

You always wanted to become a singer; you were the annoying nurse at the mines who always kept a guitar near her when the nights hit, and the group that exited the shaft made a bonfire to cook some sausages and canned spam as dinner.

But everybody in Zaun knew the trenches were the closest thing a person could have to an already written destiny, and your dreams stayed as that, dreams.

You thought you were alone, as your man, Vander, had gone to the back to give the kids goodnight and powder a nice round of scolding for flipping off a pair of enforcers with Ekko.

That is how you always worked, as you weren’t much fond of cops; you two called it the good bartender and the bad bartender; you were the consoling, sensitive mother, and he was the serious, scary dad.

Even tho you could be really scared when angry, you weren’t as collected as he was, so maybe you could slip hurtful words out of your mouth accidentally.

As your singing started getting steadier and steadier, following the melody with your voice and your hips, you got startled by a deep, raspy voice.

"I haven’t heard that in years, honey" he claimed as he lighted a match against the rough wood of the counter "On the bonfires"

"I guess I hadn’t been in the mood for singing in a while" You gently caressed the scar on your arm, courtesy of the enforcers on the bridge

He gently walked to stand behind you, putting his giant arm around your middle, smoke slightly escaping his nose as he inhaled from his pipe.

"Keep singing my love" as he started swaying you slightly, his warmth swallowing the chill you felt from the still parted door.

And you obeyed, you keept humming the melody of the song, your song. While shifting to face him, caressing his tired face with your thumbs.

Your marriage ring gleaming under the dim lights of the bar, maybe it wasn’t an oficial marriage, but no paperwork could tell you how much you loved this man.

No papers could tell you how much you cared about your kids, no papers were needed to remind you that you chose him instead of your brother.

You started twirling arround the bar with the mop, your singing voice reaching his ears so perfectly that he started doing joke calmed faces, as if he was listening to an orchesta.

You finally locked the front door and he poured two whiskey glasses, handling you one.

"Blisters and bedrock honey"

"Blisters and bedrock Vander"

[bandgie]

what do you think is the most skz would make you do by exploiting your praise kink???

mdni 18+ | fem!reader, cockwarming, exhibitionism, more prolly

chan - super subtle remarks! what happens between you and him in the bedroom is personal and he respects you way too much to do anything humiliating. but a few 'you're the best baby' there and a 'aww who's my favorite girl?' here has never hurt nobody

minho - oh hell yeah, he's using that to his advantage. loves seeing you blush n squirm. hits you with the 'no one knows what a good girl you are for me, hm?' when he standing behind you and likes to hint at it to his members like 'she won't mind, she's a good listener'

changbin - does it by accident. he's just so used to praising you all the time that when you do something he likes, he'll rub your head or hum in your ear about how much he loves you and you just melt. if he's trying to get his way, he'll nuzzle his face into your neck and say 'wanna be good for me? do this' and how can you say no

hyunjin - he always praises you, honestly. with compliments, gestures, gifts. you always feel like a good girl with hyunjin, and he totally loves how infatuated you are with him and he you. he does it 24/7 like changbin, expect it's totally on purpose. 'my sweet angel, can you just sit on it til they leave?' and even if all his members are there you'll lift your skirt just enough with blushing cheeks.

han - little shit tbh, he likes to do it because it pisses you off. seeing you get all flustered with a scowl makes him so giddy and horny at the same time. 'don't make that face, you're a good girl, remember?' and yes you want to listen BUT you also want to slap that smile off his face in a loving way

felix - a praise kink with his deep voice? oh he is absolutely taking advantage of that. he totally acts like he does it by accident, but it's not. tracing his fingers over your legs to watch you shift in your seat, saying 'stay still and let me touch you for a little'. even if every touch makes you gush, he can't really help himself

seungmin - oh he's mean. whispering in your ear and gripping your hips. he loves how obedient you are no matter what. his friends could be over and all he has to do is pat his lap and you're happily perched on it. 'put on a show for our company, okay?' and you're getting on your knees while seungmin and his friends coo at you about how good you are <3

i.n - totally oblivious to how it affects you. he loves kissing your cheek every time you do something good and complimenting your outfits and he just smiles at your shy expression. he knows you like it, but not that much. he hits you with the 'you look so pretty, baby' and you're thinking about his fingers deep inside you for the rest of the day. he doesn't know the power he has over you yet

not profread lol

[romaevelizz]

Bittersweet ˖ ࣪⊹

Younger!Aemond Targaryen x Cousinblk!reader

sum: Her and Aemond have always been close, but the death of Lady Y/ns mother Laena has closed her off, his betrothed not as bright as she once was. More than one loss is made that day and some is gained.

warnings: reader n aemond are aboout 15-16 ish(non cannon age at time but whatever. cannon violence, sneaky kiss ‘ GASP’, Older sister y/n scolding her sisters and nephews, umm if you don’t like they way i write bc i will be making Aemond a wee bit of a victim srry not sorry the mf needs a therapist and a happy crazy wife ‘that’s what princess y/n is!’. not profread- if you come back in a few days i bet thing will be better trust😭

It was strange when he saw her she wasn’t smiling, not even an offer of a small one. His betrothed face was sad and tired, her face slightly puffy from her crying. There was nothing behind her eyes and it hurt him to see her like that. To see her so taken by grief.

A Loss was never easy by any means, and the princess had just suffered a great one. Her mother, Princess Y/n was in all ways her mother's daughter a strong-headed soon-to-be woman-grown, but like her father, she had a mouth that may have gotten her in trouble a mouth her mother's lips twitched upward when she was a girl. Y/n was the Anger and grief, the understanding Leana couldn’t be. Soon saw Y/n as wild, but she was a girl who spoke her mind and put dozens of lords to shame.

Y/n was Leana's girl, Aemond watched the kindness of Leana through herself. through words, acts, and touch. The gentleness Leana displayed to her daughter came through as she tended to Aemond and even his older brother's wound. A snarky smile on her lips as Aegon tried to get on with her only for her words to fight right back playfully as his. The way Leana would kiss her daughter's forehead before the night, Aemond had experienced it. The hand holding the praising words, the jesting and teasing words always a grin upon her dark features.

How the night of his thirteenth name day he came to her visiting chambers. How when he couldn’t get words out of what had happened she shushed him as he sought comfort after his traumatic event. how when he pushed away from her at first she didn’t try to continue close to him but wanted for him, waiting till he fell into her arms his soft sobs discomforting as he told her what had happened.

He had never felt unsafe or unwelcome by her like he did with her sisters and their nephews, How she’d go out of her way to call them off when they picked at him. She always told them “He’s only Human, only one can take abuse and hate like this for so long till something in them snaps. Must believe Nephews when that day comes I won’t step in between you and him.”

She stood by his side loyaly as his betrothed as did he. And nothing could change that, not the respect they had for one another nor the trust they built.

It wasn’t long before he found himself by her side, standing by one’s side they were always told. He did as such. The words were being exchanged as her mother was put to rest the sound of the waves crashing along the cliff side, the wind loud. His eyes glanced over to her his eyes watching her face carefully. The way her lip trembled as she choked back tears her Light eyes reddening as she kept to herself. Then her hand, the coldness of her hands causing him to wince slightly, but never pull away. Her fingers intertwining with his, she shakes against him, the princess's shoulders soon shuttering as she sighs out a small cry. Aemond held her hand tightly letting her know he was here, her face soon falling into his shoulder as she cited softly.

“They took her from me, the gods took my mother from me..” she cried her voice hushed.

Aemond head fell a top of hers in a comforting manner, his sister Helaena comforting her as well with her hand on her arms carefully her head resting on the back of her shoulder.

It angerd her when her father chuckled such a inappropriate time, his wife her mother was being out to rest and he laughed. Her grip on Aemond tightened for a moment, but released he could see it in her eyes that she didn’t have the strength to speak up now. Or even at all..

The night grew late as sympathies were given to her Aemond at her side as she held his arm close her nails digging into his arm. She was over it, being told her mother was a good woman and taken too soon. Aemond bit his lip a moment “We could always retreat to the shore or your chambers take Ser Maliki and Khalil with us..” he whispered down to her. Silently she nodded.

“Ser Maliki, Ser Khalil The prince and I wish to go down to the shore, you are to accompany us,” she spoke softly to her guards.

With one hand holding his arm the other in his hand they went down, the two guards following behind a bit. Aemond didn’t try to talk to her quite yet, he wanted her to talk to him when she was ready, they left because she didn’t want to talk. All he needed to do right now was let his warmth comfort her.

“My grandmothers asked me to stay..” she spoke softly her face pressed against his shoulder.

He looked over at her “Here in Drifftmark?”

“mmhm my sisters may stay but gods know my father's gonna fly off and do something crazy..” she muttered her hands playing with his fingers as they continued to walk.

“What if you came with us?” He asked, “I understand we’re not to be wed for another 3 years but something in me tells me, if you don’t I may not see you till those years are up..”

Her eyes met Aemonds watching his face as his brows frowned “I find that doubtable, Your father would make sure i could come and see you. Your mother would have me live in her chambers all these years if she could.” she spoke her lips twitching as she jest.

He laughed softly as she took a seat on the sand coming next to him leaning her weight onto him “My mother does like you,”

“Her favorite son is actually happy and getting the attention she can’t quite give him as she wished.” Y/n hummed.

“You think of me her Favirote?”

he watched her as she nodded “That women would do anything for you, I watched her bully her else’s after she caught him making cruel jest towards you.”

Aemond smiled lightly hearing that. he felt as she moved her head now laying in his lap, looking down he truly saw how her beautiful features had been ruled against my sadness, she looked discolored not as warm, the bags under her eyes heavy and tired, the small tear marks that dusted her melanin skin. Aemonds fingers gently brushed her silver curls out of her face “Let me see you..” he said in Valyrian his voice not above a whisper.

“I’m a mess, i look and feel disgusting.” her words just as quiet as his.

“Don’t say such a thing, you look beautiful..”

“tierd, but truly gorgeous.”

that what did it his snarky remark put a small smile on her face, he heeled watching as she rolled her eyes. “Wow really, me tired.” she she sat up, her hand on top of his thighs her face close to his a small grin on her face.

Aemond watched as her eyes went form his to the men behind her, “what-“

“they’re turned away..” she whispered, her face closing in her lips softly brushing his.

he closed his eyes backing up a bit, not as if they hadn’t shared a kiss before but, “We’re out in the open, what would they make of if we kissed before our wedding?”

“maybe they’ll marry us sooner.” she answers simply.

Aemond pushed himself up his had holding her face “You’re grieving, i am not a man who takes advantage of one’s vulnerability…”

“Aemond you’re..”

“my Betrothed, we must’int..” he spoke gently, theyer eyes never leaving one another’s.

she nodded in his grasp “Apologies..” she spoke her forehead falling to his, his eyes closing with hers.

“no need..”

he felt her shutter in his hold a small sniffle, “What am I going to do without her Aemond, she supported me through and through her.” she cried softly.

“and she’ll continued to, with the gods. With me, I stand by your side remember? through and through i shall stand by you.” he responded. His words are full of sincerity.

He pulled back his lips meeting her forehead.

“Can i introduce you to an old lady..” she spoke..

he pulled away a questioning look on his face. “What do you mean?”

“i think it’s time you get your dragon. And if she doesn’t try to kill us think of it as a very early wedding gift.” she said standing up, pulling him up with her.

She took him wher Vhagar and Cannibal laid, Two old dragons that always found the company of one another. Two Dragons that rode together with mother and daughter maybe now, Husband and wife.

Aemonds hand held her tightly as they came over the hill Vhagar Sleeping but Cannibal was awake, His attention was quickly brought to them. Y/n put her finger to her mouth to shush him as he grumbled, they walked down to him first Y/n touching the black beast her head falling into his “You should rest sweet boy, there’s no need for you to worry.”

He only huffed but as she pet him he let out a hyena like giggle, it scared Aemond a bit her dragon giggling so menacingly. “He dose that when he’s happy, irritated, or just enjoying himself,” she said looking over to Aemond.

look as if he may piss his pants, a toothy grin came from the princess as she turned back to her dragon “Perhaps the old lady is ready for someone new in her life hm?”

Cannibal sighed lifting his head a louder grumble coming from him awakening Vhagar her letting out and irritates growl. Y/n looked over to Aemond, “Go ahead just as you’ve done before.” she encouraged him.

And so he did after almost getting smoked to ashes Vhagar was his, without a second thought Aemond climbed on top. Stupid yes but she soon followed behind him just incase he fell from her, but at last. The two of them flew in the night sky together. They’d laugh as their dragons danced together, in the night. Aemond had never been so overjoyed, years of trying to claim a dragon, and one of the oldest the queen herself is now his, flying next to her king The dragon eater himself, and his soon-to-be bride.

Their bond grew deeper because of their dragons that day.

But not all good things come free, even to a prince a dragon like that comes at a cost. Y/n had stuck back a little longer to pretty much biker with her old man, the dragon sassing her. but this time back got Aemond cornered. Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena, she could hear the echoed screams to the five, her feet started running.

The four now ontop of him beating as him like some ally dog. “Get off!”

“He Claimed Vhagar! she was for me!” Baela screamed as you pulled her off of him.

“For you?! Don’t be so selfish sister Vhagar was never yours to claim!” She spoke to her sister before going to the others.

Jace had pushed her back his elbow connecting with her face, a small cry of pain came from her, Rhaena quickly goin to her as Aemond pushed off the two boys. His anger growing as he saw the blood drip for her face. Pushing Luke of he got to Jace.

“Aemond Enough! Please!” she spoke standing up moving towards them, pulling aemond off him with struggle Luke came out of nowhere.

a dagger in his hand, through Aemonds face, and through her collar as Luce hand came down she had gotten in the way simply. Aemond fell quickly the kings guard yelling as he went to Aemond.

“Princess,-“

“Aemond! Luke what did you do! why did you do that!” she yelled her brows frowned. The only though going through her head was going that he wouldn’t die. She watched at the Lord commander picked the prince up huring him inside.

“Y/n?! Aemond! oh, gods what has happen?!” Alicent demanded as she rushed towards the two of them; Viserys coming slowly behind her.

“Dear girl your blessing yourself.” Viserys spoke.

“it’s nothing dear uncle, Aemond is the one who needs to be seen quickly..” she assured, but in reality she was still bleeding form her nose lightly but still and her collar bled quite well aswell.

the room was filled crowded as the maesters sttiched Aemonds eye the boy crying in bad as it happened his mother by his side holding his hiding him as she whinced. Y/ns Grandmother by her as her collar was stitched closed aswell, a rag up to her nose for the bleeding there. The maester working quickly and efficiently at the both of them, The yells of Viserys demanding what happend for the guards; the Lord Commander; Khalil, Maliki aswell as Ser Cole they stood under strong interrogation as well.

Aemond had lost his eye, but thank the gods he’d heal, Y/na eyes met his screaming around them trining dull as he asked “Are you alright?”

Is she? He lost and eye for gods sake, his mouth mouthing ‘I’m sorry’..

The princess looked at him clueless sorry? Sorry for what he hadn’t done anything wrong to her hunderatanding ‘i’m sorry i could protect you.’

no.. that not. “tis not your fault Aemond; please..” she whispered shaking her head her brows frowned.

She had stayed seated across from Awmond as her father and Rhaenyra entered, her grandparents moving to Baela and Rhaena. Rhyaenys kissing her head before she got up.

“Who did this?” Rhaenyra asked Luke.

“They attacked me!” Aemond yelled sitting up.

“He attacked Baela.”

“pushed her off me” he scoffed, warning a disapproving glare from Y/n from the fact he’d put hand on her sister.

“He stole my mother dragon!”

“Enough,” Viserys demanded, but they continued to argue around him.

“Stole?” Y/n scoffed, “I was the one that lead him to her Baela! He didn’t take her from you! she was never yours to claim and you know that sister!”

Baela glared at her older sister but soon look at the ground.

“He was going to kill Jace!”

“Because he came a me first All of you did! Joined together and bead me like so stray dog in an ally!” Aemond yelled in defense.

“Luke Cut Y/n aswell needing for her to be stitched, and Jace Elbowed her in the face!” Aemond sat up further his mother ushering his to sit back.

aemond other eyes was heavy and he saw yes he was out of it he had lost so much blood the pain he mush be in must be unbearable. “Enough!” Viserys yelled once more.

“He called us -”

“SILENCE!”

The room quickly went quiet. “he called us bastards..”

Rhaenyra stood for a moment stood to put her boy behind her, her eyes meeting y/ns only to quickly look at her father.

“Aemond..” he spoke the echo of his cane being heard, “I will have the truth of what happened… Now.”

A small scoff could be heard from Alicent her hands planing themselves on Y/ns chair “What else is there to hear?” she asked a heavy frown on her face. “Your Son, Your son and niece have been maimed. Her son is responsible for it.” she spoke.

“ Ot was a regrettable accident,” Rhaenyra quickly defended, yet her voice still sounded shaken.

“Accident?” Y/n spoke, “Me yes, i was in the way but Aemond! Cousin your son ment to kill him..!” she voiced in disbelief her voice it’s self shaken yet stern.

“Daughter.” Daemons spoke, letting her know to not interject with her righteousness as he would say.

Alicent looked from Y/n to them angered “You mean to Silence your fighter as she speaks the truth? As she defends her future husband?” Alicent spoke her head falling shaking her head.

“ The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to an ambush. He ment by all means to kill my boy!” she spoke angerly her hands falling to her hair in frustration.

“it was Jaces dagger your grace..” y/n spoke up softly.

“Jaces? Is that right sweet girl?” she asked her tone encouraging her to speak up.

“Don’t sit there and claim my daughter like she’s your own.” Daemon hissed.

“Quiet!” Viserys said to his brother.

Rhaenyra was quick to speak up on her part “Ot was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves.”

“Vile insults were levied against them.”

Viserys looked over and questioned “What insults?”

“The legitimacy of my son’s birth, was loudly to question.”

Y/n groaned that what the defense was? Disrespectful yes; but to draw a dagger at to mean to kill? They continue to go back n forth the king soon questioning those who were there and even she could not lie he had said it. Viserys asking Aemond where he heard such a lie his eyes moving twords his mother yet answers Aegon. Now Aegon was getting yelled at, only for the prince to be a smart ass.

“This is insufficient.” Alicent said hurriedly to her husband, The King turning to her to hear the words she spoke. “Aemond has been damaged,  permanently; my king. ‘Goodwill’ cannot make my boy while once more!” she cried.

“I know, Alicent, but you mush understand i cannot restore his eye.”

She groaned frustratedly “No; Viserys! Because it has been taken from him!”

“What would you have me do?” he growled.

Alicent stood up straight “There is a debt to be paid,” she declared, the room falling still. “I shall have her son’s eye in return.”

The scream of the boys and Rhaenyras voice raising, Alicent getting Cole to move but him being shut down. Alicent being shut down. She wasn’t having it, Y/n thought that if in this moment it was her or one of her sisters who lost an eye her mother would be the same. The rage of a mother was different to mans. Watching as Alicent grabed a dagger heading towards them Rhaenyra swiftly grabbing her.

Hushed words being exchange twords the two.

“Exhausting, wasn’t it?” She spoke up. “Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness.” she whispered.

“But now they see you as you are.”

The room went quiet as Rhaenyra was cut by her grace. The night couldn’t just come to an end could it?

Y/n watched Aemonds face a satisfied smirk on his face as he spoke “Don’t mourn me, Mother.” His eyes moving for her to his mothers, “It was a fair exchange you could say.. I may have lost an eye but i gain a dragon.

“The queen herself,” Y/n interjected. “Vhagar and Cannibal shall ride together once again.” The princess said keeping eye contact with Aemond as he leaned back.

“We shall ride together.” he spoke softly yet confidently.

The princess smiled; as did he. Oh he couldn’t wait till they married, nor could his mother. Because she could see the side you’ve fallen on. You Trusted Alicent as well as respected her, Rhaenyra had snuck away with her father after the death of her own mother. It take a lot to respect her and Daemond again. Saddening isn’t it?

More so a Bittersweet taste in their mouths; no?