#Searching for the Skies of Freedom

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Is there an age limit for the Moms/Sisters?

For me it would be reasonable that after 60 Moms either die or become Grandma. But I'm not sure how this system works. 😅

No. It feels like it could be a thing, given the conditions we see the sister candidates in and the violent fates many meet that Shirai purposely brings to our attention.

(Chapter 170 | Chapter 181.2 | TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “Searching for the Skies of Freedom”)

But despite the oppressive nature of the farm system easily lending itself to the idea, there's no mention of a hard age or time limit for moms and sisters. Assuming they don't make any grievous mistakes, it seems like they're allowed to live as long as they're useful.

(Chapter 165)

Unless they're set up to take the fall for someone else.

The second light novel goes into further detail about how due to the very limited number of positions outside of headquarters, some sisters choose to retrain and pursue other roles in the system.

But even then, it doesn't seem like they're allowed to pass away peacefully in their sleep due to old age and have that be the end of it. Under this system, their ultimate fate is to become food.

On the flip side of things, Krone specifically mentions Isabella becoming a mom at nineteen is an extraordinary feat.

(Chapter 181.2 | TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “Searching for the Skies of Freedom”)

This happens when Krone is thirteen or fourteen, and while we don't know exactly when Sarah became grandma between Isabella entering headquarters at twelve and becoming a mom, I default to her assuming the role when Isabella is around eighteen or nineteen and installing Isabella at plant no.3 being one of her first major actions as grandma that would best serve herself.

(Chapter 181.3)

Though with Isabella's scores she had enough justification to frame it based entirely on merit and beneficial to the bottom line of the farms if she booted out another mom prematurely.

(Chapter 181.3 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 Q&A)

[fullscoreshenanigans]

After reading Kei Toda's book The Promised Neverland with a British/American Literature Scholar, specifically the third chapter focusing on gender:

I personally find it more thematically satisfying if it's the first option to further drive home the dystopian horror of the series equating a human's worth not only to arbitrary measures of intelligence via the narrow and rigid standardized tests the children at Grace Field are forced to take, but also to bioessentialism so the dissolution of the farm system can act as a rejection of both.

It feels very odd to me if the narrative makes a point to voice how boys are discard (during the present at least) and shows the casual indifference to the deaths of so many girls who try to rise to the rank of sister (described most plainly in Krone's chapter of the second light novel:)

would turn around and then be gender affirming to trans girls (and again, the feminism in the work being tied to the rejection of this system).

[just-some-user-hunny]

Yandere Daemon Targaryen as your father

Pt.2

{Warning= people being horrible to daemons daughter for being a bastard and he's not happy, Daemon should be a warning of himself, the word wh#re thrown in, typical violence

. Daemon is a proud and arrogant man, with the fury and skill to back himself up with. He is both sharp in wit and blade- a deadly combination, and a fond thorn in his king brother's side.

. Your father would be eager to present and exercise his skills within your presence- to show off how capable he is. Tournaments, training grounds, simple conflict within the court- he solves them all with clashing blades and swift slashes.

. He would expect you to attend his tournaments- to be seated high above, and to watch on as your father slaughters and bests any man who dares challenge him. All you can do is grimace and wince whenever his blade makes contact with his opposing rival, who you come to pity. Blood soaked sand and gleaming armour, he'll hold his bloodied gauntlets and sword high up in victory and search for you in the pews. He's not expecting thrown flowers or handkerchiefs, but he does hope for your attention. Look how dad you cool is, essentially

. If anyone were to insult you, either it be a whispered murmur of spiteful tongue, or straight to your face, Daemon does not stand for it. It matters little to him if these instigators rank high in society- once a breath of insult leaves their lungs, he's quick to end their ability to breathe forevermore.

This occurred plenty, especially in the beginning. Your mere presence in court was an insult to many- a well dressed bastard with the title of a princess. A common whores offspring who should be hidden away in embarrassment- in shame. That's what any self respectable prince would do.

The king must be growing softer in the head than they let on.

Of course, Daemon finds out, and he takes tongues. Now no-one should ever speak ill of his daughter again. He loves making examples of them.

He's not letting anyone badmouth his baby

. Heads will roll, literally. He'll lop off anyone's neck who commits treason to the house Targaryen. King viserys is completely on board, mind you. He's fond of his niece.

All you can do is watch in horror and cover your eyes/ears as another person begs for their life- trying to drown out the sound of slicing flesh and bloody gargling throats.

. Daemon, from the very beginning, would demand you take to the skies with him and Caraxes. He saw it as a bonding experience for the both of you, and usually that would be the only option of freedom outside the castle walls. At least once a week, he'd take you onto Caraxes saddle and ride with you in his arms at the front of the saddle. A fastened strap secure around your waist, his arms either side you holding the reins, and your own shaking hands clutching on for dear life at the saddle. Eventually the rides would become less terrifying and more enjoyable, but you'd always yearn for your own dragon to ride upon.

. Now Daemon isn't the most comforting person, especially with words, but he will try to convey through his actions. He hates seeing you cry- mostly because it irks him that he cannot just order your tears away due to his inability for patience or skill to calm them. He would pick up this thing where he'd cup your face and tenderly wipe his thumbs beneath your eyes and over your cheekbones. An unconscious act due to always wiping away tears, regardless if your eyes are dry or not. Despite his cold and controlling treatment of you most of the time, he's very gentle with his precious daughter.

. If he sees you wearing a new gown, he'll definitely ask for a spin 😄 he'd look so proud, because his daughters always get the best. He definitely brags that his kids are superior.

[kckt88]

Scorched Hearts VIII

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Valaena reminisces about the plan that lead her and Aemond to where they are now, and the two discuss returning to Westeros.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Fluff, Memories, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut, Fingering, Lactation Kink, P in V, Moon Tea.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5098

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As Aemond slept peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist, Valaena's thoughts drifted back to the night that had changed everything—the night they had made the plan to die.

She could still feel the warmth of the fire in their small cabin, the flickering flames casting shadows on their bare skin as they lay entwined on the floor.

The memory of the cuts on her palm and lip, now healed but still symbolic, stood out clearly in her mind.

They had married that night, in the old way of their house, binding themselves to one another with blood and fire.

Aemond had kissed her, a mixture of passion and pain, sealing the vow that would make them one soul, one life, forever.

His voice from that night echoed in her ears now as she absentmindedly stroked his hair, recalling the gravity in his tone when he told her, ‘There is only one way for us to be together’.

He had asked her to trust him, and of course, she had. She always trusted him.

Even though his plan was dangerous—unorthodox and bound to hurt those they loved—what choice did they have?

Running away would have been futile. People would search for them, and eventually, they would be found. They had to disappear completely.

Their deaths would free them, but more importantly, it would allow Rhaenyra the freedom to claim her birthright without the heavy chains of their forbidden love.

Still, the plan weighed heavily on Valaena's heart.

Aemond had gone silent for a long while that night, deep in thought, before he proposed the idea of meeting in the skies.

‘They’ll think we fought and killed each other’ he had said, his voice low but certain.

She remembered the uneasy feeling that settled in her stomach at the thought of such a deception.

She had asked how it would work, and Aemond, ever calculating, had already thought ahead.

He told her of Borros Baratheon and Otto’s plan for him to offer his hand in marriage in exchange for the Lord of Stoms End’s support, he also mentioned how Rhaenyra would surely send one of her envoys.

It was perfect—she would be the one to offer to come on her mother's behalf, and their charade could begin.

To make it convincing, they had to pretend to hate one another.

Aemond had played his part well, and his harsh words at Storm's End had stung more than she'd expected, but she knew it was necessary.

He had spent weeks afterwards begging for her forgiveness, hating himself for the cruelty, but Valaena had understood.

They both had roles to play.

Their final act had come with their dragons, a clash in the sky that would seal their fates in the eyes of the world.

She could still remember the practice flights they took over the Narrow Sea that night, the thrill of the dragons racing one another, their flames lighting up the night.

It had been almost like a game to Vhagar and Silverwing. The plan had worked, but it left behind devastation in its wake.

Valaena's thoughts darkened as she remembered saying goodbye to her family. She could only hope that her mother would one day forgive her for the pain she had caused, for the grief Rhaenyra must have felt for believing that her daughter was gone.

But at the time, there had been no other way. Aemond had been right—everyone had to believe they were dead if they were to ever have a chance at freedom.

The first weeks of their new life had been difficult, almost unbearable at times. The only money they had was what Aemond had managed to steal, and they had to avoid populated areas of Essos to keep their secret hidden.

She had been with child and time was against them. They needed to find a place to settle before their babe came and there were times they had to stop and let the dragons rest, taking shelter against them and huddling together for warmth.

Sometimes Aemond would venture off in search of food and he would be gone for what seemed like hours, only to return with whatever he could find or in some cases steal.

No matter what he made sure she had something to eat, he didn’t want any harm coming to her or the babe, luckily the dragons were capable hunters and often Vhagar and Silverwing would share their spoils with them albeit a little charred.

She knew this wasn’t what Aemond had envisioned when he suggested that they fake their deaths and flee together, she knew he resented himself for how they had to live, and he felt like he was failing in his duty to her and their unborn child.

But she made sure to tell him every night that she loved him and no matter what, they were together and that’s all that mattered to her.

Finally, after many weeks of travel, they ended up finding sanctuary in Qarth.

The Prince of Qarth had been eager to welcome them, especially once he learned they possessed dragons. Aemond had struck a deal—protection for the city in exchange for a manse, food, and security.

The dragons, Vhagar and Silverwing, would guard the city from poachers and pirates, and in return, they would have everything they needed.

Valaena smiled faintly as she remembered the birth of their son. She had cried for her mother then, wishing desperately that Rhaenyra could have been there, but Aemond had been steadfast by her side, holding her hand through every moment of pain.

They had named him Rhaegar, after Rhaenyra, a silent tribute to the family they had left behind.

Elaena, their second-born, had been named for Aemond’s beloved sister, Helaena, and their youngest, Daenys, after the prophetic ancestor of their house. The names were a reminder of the legacy they carried, even in their self-imposed exile.

Now, as Aemond shifted in his sleep beside her, curling his body around hers, Valaena looked down at him, stroking his hair with tender fingers.

She wondered what would await them when they returned to Westeros. Would they be forgiven? Would the world even accept them, after everything they had done?

Her heart ached at the thought of seeing her mother again, of reuniting with her brothers. But the uncertainty of their reception weighed heavily on her mind.

Aemond had been right—they had built a good life here in Qarth, far away from the reach of Westeros.

But it wasn’t home. Not truly.

As she gazed at Aemond’s sleeping face, his features soft and peaceful, Valaena knew that they couldn’t hide forever.

One day, they would return. And when they did, they would face whatever awaited them together.

Just as they always had.

Valaena stood on the balcony of their manse, looking out over the lush garden where Rhaegar and Elaena played with their dragons.

The hatchlings flapped their wings excitedly, snapping at one another playfully as the children giggled.

Nearby, a maid sat nervously cradling baby Daenys, her eyes wide as she watched the dragons with wary fascination.

Valaena smiled, but her mind was far away, filled with memories of a time long gone. The warm breeze tugged at the strands of her dark hair, and she sighed softly, lost in thought.

A familiar presence approached from behind. She felt Aemond’s arms encircle her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as he gently pulled her back against his chest.

His breath was warm against her skin as he asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Valaena smiled, leaning into him. “Us, when we were younger and how I used to have such a crush on you when I was a child.”

Aemond chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest. “Really?”

She laughed, remembering. “Oh gods, yes. You were so beautiful and so perfect with your wavy hair and freckles. I used to follow you everywhere. I was so in awe of you.”

“Is that why you used to give me sweets?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Valaena nodded, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “Yes. I thought if I shared them with you, then maybe you’d like me. I’d steal them from the kitchens, and I’d always leave the best ones for you.”

Aemond pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, his voice softer now. “I always liked you. I was just too shy to say anything and too awkward to show it.”

Her heart swelled as she remembered those days. “I used to hide on the ramparts and watch you train. The way you practiced, always so focused, so determined. It used to break my heart to see you alone while the others sparred together.”

Aemond tightened his hold around her waist, his voice tinged with emotion. “But with you, I never felt alone again.”

Valaena turned slightly to look at him, her gaze filled with warmth. “Do you remember the first time you realized you loved me?”

Aemond paused, his single violet eye looking distant for a moment as he thought. Then, with a soft smile, he said, “I think I loved you even before I knew what love was. There was always something about you—"

Valaena's eyes shimmered with affection. She had loved him for so long that she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t.

Now, standing here together with their children playing in the garden, the weight of what they had built together felt more precious than ever.

"If we return to King's Landing-" she began, her voice quiet, "-and things go bad—if I have to choose between you and my mother—I’ll choose you. Always"

The words hung between them, heavy and full of meaning.

She felt Aemond's breath hitch, and then, to her surprise, he buried his face in her shoulder. A soft, muffled sob escaped him.

Valaena turned quickly, concern flooding her face. “What’s wrong?”

Aemond looked up at her, his eye misted with emotion. His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spoke. “Just hearing you say that. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

She reached up, cupping his face gently, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “It’s true, Aemond. You are my heart. My everything.”

Aemond’s hand trembled slightly as he brought it up to hold her face. “I love you so much, Valaena. More than I can ever put into words.”

She leaned in, and their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, a moment of pure connection that washed away the uncertainties of the future.

They had faced impossible odds before and survived. Together, they were stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

As they broke apart, Aemond rested his forehead against hers, his voice a soft whisper. “We’ll face whatever comes together and I will always choose you too.”

Valaena smiled, her heart full as they stood together under the stars, knowing that no matter what awaited them in Westeros, they would never be alone as long as they had each other.

Aemond stood in the training yard, wooden sword in hand as he guided his son Rhaegar, through a series of basic sword movements.

The boy’s silver hair clung to his forehead; his little brow furrowed in concentration as he mimicked his father’s motions.

Aemond’s voice was calm and encouraging as he praised Rhaegar’s efforts, his pride evident with each swing of the boy's sword.

“Good, Rhaegar. That’s it—move your feet like we practiced,” Aemond said, stepping aside and gesturing for Rhaegar to try another strike.

The boy followed, his small hands gripping the wooden sword tightly, his face lighting up at the attention.

As the sun bore down on them in the scorching heat, Aemond called for a break. A young maid quickly rushed forward with water, offering cups to both father and son.

As Aemond took a long drink he felt a gentle nudge at his side and looked down to see Elaena, his daughter, standing with a wooden sword clutched in one hand, and her thumb in her mouth.

“Me try!” Elaena mumbled around her thumb; her big violet eyes wide with determination.

Aemond smiled warmly, giving the maid the cup. He took a step back, raising his wooden sword again.

“Alright, my little warrior. Let’s see what you can do.”

Elaena hefted the wooden sword, struggling a little with its weight but managing to lift it up. She swung it at Aemond with all her might.

Aemond blocked it with a mock gasp, tapping his own sword gently against hers.

“Oh no, Elaena strikes with deadly precision! How will I ever defeat such a seasoned warrior?”

Elaena giggled, encouraged by her father’s playful tone, and took another swing.

This time, Aemond dramatically dropped his sword and collapsed to his knees, holding his chest in mock agony. “Oh no! She got me!”

He fell onto his back, playing dead as Elaena squealed and dropped her sword, rushing to his side. She knelt next to him, shaking his shoulder with concern. “Oh Daddy. I just playing”

Aemond stayed still for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his eye with a mischievous grin.

“Got you!” He grabbed Elaena and pulled her down, peppering her face with kisses as she shrieked with laughter.

“Daddy, nooooo! Stop!” she giggled, squirming in his arms.

Just then, Rhaegar joined in, trying to tackle his father. Aemond caught him in one arm and held both of his children close, rolling with them in the sand as they all laughed together.

Their joyous sounds filled the air until a voice interrupted.

“And just what exactly is going on here?” Valaena’s voice rang out, teasingly stern as she approached from the manse.

Aemond looked up from the ground, a grin on his face. “I’ve just been defeated by the most fearsome warriors in the realm,” he declared, still holding onto Rhaegar and Elaena.

Valaena laughed, crossing her arms. “Is that so? Well, I do hope they take mercy on me.”

Elaena giggled sweetly. “We will, Mama.”

Valaena knelt down, brushing some sand from Elaena’s cheek. “That’s good to hear, because Daenys is having a nap and it’s time for both of you to bathe, besides I’m sure there’s a little girl under all that sand somewhere.”

A maid named Lirri stepped forward, ushering Rhaegar and Elaena inside for their bath.

Aemond watched them go with a fond smile before hauling himself off the ground, brushing the sand off his jerkin. “Time for my training now.”

A guard named Arro, approached, and a squire rushed forward to hand Aemond his steel sword. Valaena stood to the side, watching as Aemond and Arro began their sparring session.

Their swords clashed with precision, each strike powerful and deliberate. Aemond moved like a predator, swift and calculating, dodging Arro’s attacks with ease.

Before long, Aemond had Arro pinned, his sword at the man’s throat. Arro yielded, and Aemond stepped back, offering him a hand.

“Good effort,” Aemond said. “But remember to disperse your weight more evenly and open up your stance.”

Arro nodded, grateful for the advice. “I’ll learn for next time.”

As the squire returned the weapons, Aemond shrugged off his jerkin and pulled off his sweat-soaked cotton shirt, revealing the hard lines of his muscled torso.

The heat of the day had left him glistening, the sweat running down his skin. Valaena noticed the young maid staring at Aemond with wide eyes, her gaze shamelessly lingering on his lithe, powerful form as she handed him another cup of water.

Valaena’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She stepped forward and, without warning, kissed Aemond.

He was taken by surprise for a moment, the cup slipping from his hand and falling into the sand as his arms wrapped around her, deepening the kiss with passion.

When they parted, Aemond’s breath was heavy, his eye dark with desire. “You need to bathe,” Valaena said, her voice soft but firm.

Aemond grinned. “Only if you join me.”

Valaena’s smile grew as she nodded. “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

Valaena sat nestled on Aemond’s lap in the warm bath, her body pressed against his as she delicately ran a sharpened blade over his chin.

Aemond had his eye closed, his head leaned back, arms draped lazily over the edges of the bath. The heat of the water and Valaena's gentle touch had relaxed him completely.

With each careful stroke, she shaved his face with expert precision, the intimacy of the act bringing them closer in the quiet moments of the evening.

As she worked, her thoughts drifted to the uncertain future, and she broke the comfortable silence between them.

"I’ve been thinking about our return to Westeros," she said softly, her voice thoughtful as the blade moved over his skin.

Aemond hummed in response, his lips barely twitching. His relaxation remained unbroken, though her words stirred something deep inside him.

"I wish to wait a little longer," Valaena continued, focusing on the task at hand. "Daenys is still so young to be traveling such a long way, even on dragon back."

Aemond opened his eye and lifted his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers as he shifted in the water. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice a deep murmur. “Whenever we’re ready.”

Valaena smiled softly, relieved at his understanding. She tilted his head gently, guiding the blade along his jawline, her hands steady. “I admit," she said quietly, "I do fear the reaction to our return. After all, we’ve been dead for five years.”

Aemond took her hand as she paused, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers gently. His touch sent warmth through her, and he reassured her in that soft, steady way only he could.

"It’s expected to cause shock-maybe anger," he admitted. "But I’m sure your mother will be glad to know you’re alive."

Valaena couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the thought. "I just hope she doesn’t have your head sliced off before she realizes how glad she is."

Aemond smirked, his amusement evident as he relaxed back into the bath. “I trust that my wife will advocate for me.”

With the final stroke, Valaena finished shaving him and carefully wiped the blade clean. “I will cast myself between you and the blade if I have to,” she promised, her voice serious despite the lightness in her eyes.

Aemond’s lips quirked into a smile. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he said, his tone affectionate as he gazed up at her.

Valaena set the blade aside and cupped his now smooth face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was soft at first, her lips gently brushing his, but it quickly deepened as Aemond’s hands slid down her back, gripping her waist beneath the water.

She felt him, hard and ready beneath her, and the intensity of his touch sent a shiver through her.

Valaena broke the kiss for a moment, her breath warm against his lips as she whispered, “Go slow.”

She moved her head to side as Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

“My sweet wife. My Valaena” muttered Aemond.

“My husband. My love” gasped Valaena.

“Your mine. Forever” said Aemond.

Valaena lifted her hips and reached down to take hold of Aemond’s hard cock.

After teasing her husband with a few slow strokes, Valaena slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

“Y-You must tell me if it hurts” whispered Aemond.

Valaena nodded and shut her eyes tight, taking a deep breath as she slowly lowered herself.

“Your doing so well-” muttered Aemond trying to control himself.

“I-It h-hurts-“ whimpered Valaena, the burning sensation bringing tears to her eyes.

“-I can pull out-” offered Aemond.

“N-No just give me a moment” replied Valaena softly as she took the rest of his cock.

Aemond groaned loudly when Valaena was fully seated in his lap, his hands grasping his wife’s hips tightly as she began to move.

Valaena wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as Aemond began to gently meet her thrusts.

Aemond moved one of his hands to gently caress one of her milk swollen breasts.

“Valzȳrys” breathed Valaena (Husband).

Aemond bent down to lick her nipples, going back and forth between her wonderful, enlarged breasts.

“Oh” muttered Valaena, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suckle at her breasts, gorging himself on her milk, as his wife gently rode his cock.

His tongue swirling around her stiffened peaks, his teeth scraping against her skin, the sounds of him swallowing.

It felt so good, it felt-

“-A-Aemond” gasped Valaena.

“What is it my love”.

“Don’t stop-please, oh gods-don’t stop” exclaimed Valaena as she arched her back, her cunny clenching around Aemond’s cock as she unexpectedly climaxed.

“Did you just-peak?” asked Aemond smirking as he released her nipple with a soft pop.

“Yes, it has been some weeks since we've properly laid together-” replied Valaena, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha dāria-” whispered Aemond as he seized her lips in a kiss, the taste of milk upon his tongue (My love, my Queen).

The water began splashing over the edges of the tub as the force of Aemond’s thrusts increased.

Aemond loved fucking Valaena. She was so perfect. He loved her mother’s body and would never tire of feeling her wet heat wrapped around him.

Valaena rolled her hips in time with Aemond’s thrusts. Her loud moans echoed around their bathing chambers.

“A-Aemond. Yes. Yes. H-Husband” whined Valaena as Aemond shifted slightly and began thrusting deeper inside her.

“I want to stuff my cock deep inside your cunny and never leave” moaned Aemond.

“Aemond. P-Please” cried Valaena as she felt Aemond’s fingers against her pearl.

“Take it. Take all of me” groaned Aemond, his face pressed between her breasts.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Valaena, as she writhed against him.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen. Come for me again-” whispered Aemond, his tongue moving across her nipple as he rubbed her pearl.

Valaena arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted as Aemond began fucking her a little harder.

He was almost there just a little more-

Aemond held Valaena tight to him as his cock throbbed, spilling rope after rope of his seed.

“My love. My sweet” exclaimed Aemond as Valaena sagged against him.

Valaena took the cup of moon tea from Lirri, the bitter scent already making her grimace before it even touched her lips.

With one swift motion, she drank it all in one go, wincing at the foul taste as it burned down her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression sour.

"You ok, my lady?" Lirri asked, her slight accent tinging the words with concern.

Valaena nodded, offering a weak smile. "I’m fine. It just tastes foul. Gods, I hate drinking that stuff."

Lirri, standing beside her, gave a shrug. "Then don’t drink it."

Valaena chuckled softly, shaking her head. "As much as I enjoy carrying my husband’s children, I think I’d like to wait a little while longer before I have another." She let out a breath, looking down at the empty cup.

Lirri raised a brow, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your husband, he is virile man, he have you many times-"

Valaena laughed, louder this time, her amusement clear. "Yes, I guess you could say that." She smiled fondly, thinking of Aemond.

Lirri nodded with satisfaction, continuing with a grin. “My lord, he is like great stallion. Always ready to mount world.”

Still giggling, Valaena shook her head. “That’s one way to put it.”

Lirri’s expression turned more serious, though her tone remained light. “My lord he is good lover, yes? It make you smile”

Valaena’s cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip as she thought of Aemond. “He’s-quite skilled,” she admitted with a soft giggle, her tone laced with affection. “But don’t tell him I said that. It’ll go straight to his head.”

Lirri laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think he already know, my lady.”

Valaena leaned back, letting the laughter fade as she gazed out the window at the sunny garden. “Yes,” she said softly. “He probably does.”

Lirri’s eyes flickered with admiration. "Many girls think he very beautiful. They say his hair is like the moon."

Valaena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "Don’t the Dothraki believe the moon is a goddess?"

"Yes," Lirri confirmed, her tone reverent. "She is wife to sun. Together they watch over all life."

Valaena looked at her, curious. "Do you miss the Dothraki?”

Lirri hesitated, her gaze turning distant. "Sometimes, but then I remember the Khal and his cruelty." Her expression hardened. "He no deserve to ride in night lands. I thank you and my lord for saving me."

Valaena’s eyes softened, guilt stirring within her. "I wish we could have saved your children."

Lirri’s hand reached for Valaena’s, squeezing it gently. Her smile was kind, though tinged with sorrow. "I will see them again when great stallion come for me. And together we will ride in starry Khalasar."

“What about Arro?” she asked, her voice lighter, hoping to bring a smile back to Lirri’s face.

Lirri’s expression warmed, a hint of affection flickering in her eyes. “Arro is kind man,” she said quietly. “He lost wife in a village raid”

Valaena nodded, recalling the memory vividly. “I remember that day. Aemond had found him lying amongst the ruins, barely clinging to life.”

Lirri’s voice was soft but steady as she said, “I’m glad my lord save him-he means great deal to me”

Valaena smiled, touched by Lirri’s strength and resilience. She felt the weight of their upcoming journey pressing on her mind. "Me and Aemond will soon return to Westeros."

"Your homeland," Lirri said, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"Yes," Valaena confirmed. "If you do not wish to come with us, then I’ll make sure you have enough money to live on."

Lirri smiled, her eyes softening. "I have no wish to stay alone. I love your children like they are mine. I want to come home with you."

Valaena’s heart warmed at her words. "As long as you’re happy."

"I am very happy, my lady," Lirri said with a firm nod.

As they shared a quiet moment, both women noticed a young maid, Mira, walk past carrying a tray of food.

Lirri leaned in closer to Valaena, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Watch that girl. She look at my lord in way she should not."

Valaena’s brow arched slightly, her gaze following the maid’s retreating figure. "I trust Aemond."

Lirri nodded, her expression stern. "Yes, your husband is good man. He does not look for others. But Mira, she want my lord to bed her."

Valaena scoffed lightly, the very idea absurd. "Aemond would never."

Lirri’s eyes darkened with certainty. "But she will try. She like many women who try to take husband for own self."

A flicker of irritation crossed Valaena’s face, but her confidence remained steady. "She won’t get what she wants from Aemond."

Lirri smiled, a hint of danger in her tone. "She bad girl. I shall cut her throat for insult to you and my lord."

Valaena chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s very nice of you to offer, but I shall deal with her myself."

Lirri grinned wickedly. "Then I clean blood."

"I’m not going to kill her," Valaena replied, her amusement growing.

Lirri's eyes twinkled as she teased, "You should feed her to the big grumpy dragon."

Valaena laughed, shaking her head. "Vhagar prefers much larger meals."

Both women shared a laugh, their bond strengthened by shared loyalty, as they returned to watching over the peaceful grounds of the manse.

In the stillness of the night, Valaena was jolted awake by the sound of faint screeching.

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she quickly rose from the bed, her bare feet padding across the cool floor as she rushed toward Daenys' cot.

She peered inside and saw her daughter still fast asleep, completely undisturbed by the commotion.

But something else caught her eye—the remnants of broken eggshell at the foot of the cot.

Her breath caught as her gaze shifted to a small, crimson creature nestled protectively against Daenys.

A dragon hatchling. Its tiny body shimmered like dark red rubies, and its wings, still delicate, were curled around the sleeping baby.

The hatchling’s curious eyes were already fixed on Valaena, watching her with sharp intelligence.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she reached her hand forward slowly. The hatchling tilted its head sniffing, before nuzzling against her palm.

A smile spread across her face as the tiny creature accepted her touch before returning to its protective stance, curling around Daenys with an instinctive sense of guardianship.

Valaena straightened up, excitement pulsing through her as she hurried back to the bed.

She shook Aemond gently, but he awoke with a start, his hand reaching for his sword.

She quickly shushed him, her voice a soft whisper. "Come look."

Still groggy, Aemond allowed her to lead him to Daenys' cot, where he saw the crimson hatchling curled beside their daughter.

A wide smile spread across his face, eyes filled with pride and wonder. "Her egg hatched," Aemond whispered in awe. "She has her dragon."

Valaena could see the significance of the moment in his expression. She knew how deeply this mattered to him—that their children would be seen as true Targaryen’s, bonded with dragons as they should be.

His own memories of being mocked for not having a dragon at a young age still lingered. But their children would never know that pain.

They would never stand on the ground, watching others take flight, yearning for the skies.

Aemond wrapped his arms around Valaena, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, her heart swelling with affection as they watched the tiny dragon fall asleep beside Daenys, who had unconsciously clutched the hatchling's tail in her little hand.

In that quiet moment, their world seemed at peace. The crimson dragon, small but fierce, was a promise of their family's legacy.

Their daughter, already tied to a creature of fire and blood, would carry the strength of her ancestors.

And together, they would soar.

TBC

[chibieggplant]

Destined Threads ~ Part Two

Part 2/2 | Part One

Red thread of fate au

Sanji stood at the top of the stairs of the Going Merry, calmly smoking a cigarette with a gentle smile on his face. The sound of the wind whistling around him and the smell of the seawater reminded him that he was now a pirate. A free man. He looked down at his hand and flexed the little pinky finger where the red thread remained. He felt a rush of excitement as he pondered what lay ahead for him. He couldn't shake the hope that he would eventually come across you while sailing the seas.

As he thought, he couldn’t help but look up at the sky, the clear blue skies making him happy as he thought about the future. “One day, I will find you, my darling,” he thought. Thinking about the possibility of meeting you made his heart flutter. His smile grew as the thought of finally meeting you filled his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salty sea air fill his lungs. It was time for him to start searching the seas. He could feel it. He could feel your presence out there and knew you were also waiting on him. He would find you or die trying.

After embarking on countless thrilling adventures, sharing joyous moments, and overcoming heart-wrenching challenges alongside his loyal crew, his family, Sanji eventually found himself in the land of Wano. The streets bustled with people and energy, alive with the sound of music pouring out from nearby bars and food stalls, the contagious laughter of people echoing through the air. It was a beautiful sight as the celebration of the downfall of Kaido and Orochi took place. The night sky was now clear and full of stars. Sanji strolled through the night, accompanied by Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp, sharing laughter as they walked down the street.

You also walked with your friends down the busy street with a smile, watching people celebrate the liberation of Wano. It was a time to drink, eat, and be happy after 20 years of darkness. As you looked around, you noticed a couple strolling hand in hand, which made your expression falter slightly. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy creeping into your heart. However, you shook your head and swiftly pulled yourself out of your trance. You thought that now that the land of Wano would be open, you might finally have a chance to find him.

Sanji found himself smiling as he observed the people of Wano revelling in their newfound freedom after Kaido's downfall. However, his smile faded abruptly when he noticed a couple, hand in hand, strolling by. It was a brief sight, but it was enough to make Sanji feel a familiar sadness. Seeing the happy couple holding hands made him think about his loneliness as he looked down at his little finger. He quickly forced his expression back to his usual happy-go-lucky expression; he didn’t want the others to notice his melancholy moment. He pushed the feeling aside and continued to follow the others.

You continued to walk, enjoying the festival with your friends despite the pang of sadness in your heart. You looked down at your little finger with a sad smile but still held out hope as you sighed and turned to your friends. They laughed and smiled as they tried to drag you to a festival game. “Cheer up, y/n! Tonight is a night of celebration. Stop looking so gloomy,” your friend chirped, pulling you with her.

“Oh, come on, I'm not being gloomy!” You laugh in protest as you let your friend pull you along. “Yes, you are. You've been sulking every time you see a happy couple,” She scoffs playfully. “Now, come on and help us win some prizes.”

As Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp happily chatted, Sanji couldn’t help but feel his thoughts becoming too loud. He couldn’t focus on the conversation; his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering into that lonely place. He could tell he was starting to frown again, but just before he could snap out of it and put on his happy appearance for the others, the sound of a girl’s voice pulled his attention.

The girl's voice jolted Sanji back to reality, prompting him to shift his focus towards its source. He cast a curious glance around the area and spotted you. The sight of you instantly pulled a gasp out of him. With his eyes locked on you, his mind went blank, and a warm blush spread across his cheeks. Sanji was instantly enamored. His cheeks began to grow warmer as his thoughts raced. As Luffy and the others continued their conversation, Sanji completely zoned out. The moment he saw you, he was left breathless, stunned for a brief moment.

Your friend let out a frustrated groan after missing the target several times. "This game is totally rigged!" She complained. “Hand it over,” you said with a smirk as you took the gun from her. "Just watch and learn.” You lined up your shot, and after taking two attempts, you skillfully hit the bullseye.

Sanji watched you closely; his gaze fixated on your every move. He couldn’t help but feel his heart race as he watched you with admiration. After hitting the target with just two shots, he gasped in amazement at your skill and couldn’t help but smile at your victory. After celebrating your victory joyfully, you happily accepted a prize: a charming plush brown bear, all with a smile on your face. “She’s perfect,” he mumbled, entirely entranced by you.

The sound of your cheerful giggle and laughter made Sanji’s heart sing. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you happily celebrated your win. You were absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful. He found himself falling for you with each passing moment. Your smile, your laughter, and the way you carried yourself captivated him, drawing him even deeper under your spell. He was so disoriented that he didn't even realize his little finger twitching involuntarily.

You started teasing your friend with a triumphant smile, holding up your prize, "See who's gloomy now-" your words trailed off as you locked eyes with a blond man standing in the crowd.

Sanji felt as if time stood still when his eyes locked with yours. His heart seemed to skip several beats as he looked at you, feeling a rush of emotions washing over him. Sanji was no stranger to being infatuated with women, but at that moment, he thought, "So this is what they mean by love at first sight."

As he grappled to gather his thoughts, Sanji's eyes widened as he became aware of something peculiar. His little finger was twitching, almost as if attempting to communicate with him. It was almost like a spark, a sign of something new and unexplainable. It felt as though the thread sensed your presence, wanting to draw him closer to you.

As your words faded away, you found yourself unable to look away from the blond man standing there. He seemed familiar as if you had seen him somewhere before. You felt your little finger twitch. The string around your finger felt as if it was tugging you, like a magnet pulling you in, and at that moment, you just knew. You wordlessly handed the plush bear to your friend and headed over to him without saying a word.

Sanji observed as you handed the plush to your friend and began to walk towards him, causing his breath to catch in his throat. The string on his little finger seemed to be tugging him forward as if it also wished for him to move in your direction. Like it was leading him to you, he was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions - a blend of excitement, relief, and nervousness all rolled into one. A voice in his head urged, "Don't just stand there, idiot." He struggled to swallow as he started walking through the crowd, never once taking his eyes off you. It seemed like nothing else in the world existed for him, only you. He was entirely overwhelmed by the flood of emotions rushing through his mind. His heart and mind were on the verge of bursting at the mere sight of you. He had to make contact with you, reach out, and touch you to reassure himself that you were real.

Your pace quickened with excitement as you were sure it was him. It just had to be. You noticed a red thread wrapped around his pinky finger as you approached him. Your eyes sparkled with confirmation, and you quickened your pace even more. It was definitely him!

Seeing you rush forward, Sanji also felt a surge of urgency to reach you. His thoughts raced as he considered his next words and actions. He was on the verge of reaching you, so close that he could almost touch you.

You practically threw your arms around his shoulders when you reached him, chuckling cheerfully in disbelief at the fact that he was there. Right there, after all these years, you finally found him—your soulmate.

As your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. It was as if all time had stopped, and it was just the two of you in this moment. He felt overwhelming joy and relief wash over him as he held you close. It was everything he had ever hoped for and more. At that moment, he knew he was right where he was supposed to be.

"It's you," you whispered, breathless, as you leaned back with a sunny smile to meet his gaze. Your mind was racing as your eyes scanned his face, taking in all the details. He was cute. No, he was handsome. You lifted your hand to sweep aside the hair covering his eye. His eyebrows had a charming curl, which prompted a soft chuckle of admiration to escape your lips. “Cute~”

As you spoke, Sanji felt a warm blush spread across his cheeks. Your voice was like music to his ears, and when you called him "cute," it made his stomach do somersaults. As you brushed his hair away, he couldn't help but smile warmly and nervously at you. "You're more beautiful than I could have ever imagined," he said softly, his voice full of adoration. He was utterly captivated by you, wishing the moment could stretch into eternity. As you released your embrace from around his neck, his hand slowly found yours, and he gazed at the string tied around your little finger. It was the string that linked him to you. He couldn't believe that this was real. His soulmate was standing right in front of him. He wanted to say so many things to you, but words failed him.

His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand as he held it. He felt like he was dreaming. Or maybe he had died and gone to heaven, and this was his reward for all his life's hardships. No, he could feel your warmth through his fingertips. This was real. You were real. His racing thoughts gradually subsided as he began to grasp the reality of the situation. He finally said the one thing that had been on my mind since the moment I laid eyes on you, “I finally found you.”

You found it difficult to look away from him as you struggled to contain your excitement. You were eager to connect with him and discover everything about him. After all those years of dreaming, it felt surreal that he was finally here, standing right in front of you. “M-my name is y/n, by the way”, you exclaimed, starting to feel a little shy now.

“Y/n…” Sanji repeated your name almost dreamily, savouring the way it sounded. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, he thought. He couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive as you smiled back at him, completely enchanting him. The sheer breathlessness he felt around you caused him to stumble over his words. “I-I’m Sanji,” he lifted your hand to his lips and softly kissed your knuckles in a tender and sweet gesture. The sensation of your skin against his caused a wave of warmth to wash over him, leaving him feeling slightly lightheaded. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n."

The soft tone of his voice as he said your name made your heart flutter in a way you never thought was possible. The sincerity in his eyes was enough to make your knees weak. You couldn’t help but smile in response, your heart swelling with happiness. “Sanji…” You repeated his name, savoring every syllable like it was a sweet treat.

As his name echoed from your lips, Sanji's heart overflowed with love. He adored the way you said it, the way your voice seemed to wrap around the syllables with a gentle caress. He could listen to you say his name on repeat and never grow tired of it. His gaze softened as he reached up and cupped your face with one hand, his thumb gently tracing the contour of your cheek. "I’ve been thinking about you since I was a child. I feel like I've known you my whole life already."

His voice was as soothing as a melody, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. You savoured his touch, basking in the warmth of his hand on your cheek and the gentle caress of his thumb against your skin, feeling a sense of complete contentment. "I feel the same way,” you spoke softly. Your words were a mere whisper, but they held the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts.

Sanji felt his heart skip another beat at your words, his thumb involuntarily tracing small circles on your cheek. “It feels like I'm dreaming," he murmured, his voice tinged with amazement and disbelief. "But if it were a dream, it wouldn't have this much colour.” He couldn't help but feel relieved and at ease as he held you close. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly alive.

You were so struck by how incredibly sweet and romantic he was. He seemed absolutely perfect. You suddenly took his hand with a cheerful smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “Come with me.” You guided him away from the bustling festival street and made your way to a quieter spot.

Sanji's heart raced as you took his hand and led the way, your fingers intertwining with his in a perfect fit. He was filled with excitement as he trailed behind you, captivated by the graceful way you moved. The way you walked and turned to look back at him with a sunny smile. Every little detail sent a shiver of pleasure through him. He experienced a comforting feeling as he gently held your hand and obediently followed you without hesitation. “Lead the way, beautiful.” He smiled gently, feeling his heart race with anticipation.

You flashed a playful smile at him and guided him to the spot you had in mind. “Are you always this charming?”

As you turned back with a soft smile and playful sparkle in your eyes, Sanji’s heart leapt. He was utterly smitten by you, and every little thing you did made him fall even deeper under your spell. A smile spread across his face as he chuckled softly, his cheeks flushed pink. “Only for you, my love,” he teased, his tone light and flirtatious.

At last, you arrived at a quiet area overlooking the town. Sanji's eyes widened as he absorbed the scenery. Away from the bustling festival, the gentle light of the full moon seeped through the trees, enveloping the surroundings in a soft, romantic glow. The ground was scattered with a few wildflowers, their petals gently swaying in the soft breeze. It was an ideal spot for a romantic interlude. As you gazed at the city and the night sky, Sanji's eyes landed on your face, brimming with admiration and affection. His eyes followed your stare down to the city below, where he watched the distant lights of the festival dancing in the night.

You look over the city and the night sky, taking in view. “My friends are probably confused as to why I rushed off ” You let out a sheepish chuckle before turning to look at him. “But it was worth it.”

When you turned to look back at him with that radiant smile, he felt his knees go weak. “They will understand," he replied softly, stepping closer to you. "I'll take the blame if they get upset.

You looked up at him and smiled as he tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You're…you’re so…” You attempt to find the perfect words to portray him, but everything you thought of fell short. As you searched for the right words to describe him, Sanji couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. He gently reached out and took your hand, his thumb softly tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"You don't need to find the right words," he said softly, his voice filled with a warmth that matched the night air. "Just being here with you is enough."

“Where have you been my whole life?” You murmured your thoughts out loud. It was really starting to sink in, the whole idea of finding your soulmate, and it was bringing up a whirlwind of emotions.

Sanji couldn't shake the feeling of longing and regret for not being there for you all this time. He drew you close, enveloping you in a warm embrace, inhaling the delicate fragrance of your hair. "I’m here now," he whispered, his voice filled with a soft, warm tone. “And I'm never letting you go." As he uttered those words, he leaned back and tenderly lifted your chin, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “You look absolutely beautiful," he murmured, his voice brimming with sincerity. “I want to make sure you always feel loved and appreciated”

As he gently lifted your chin, your breath caught, and a pink blush flushed your cheeks. You were overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, and tears welled up in your eyes. “I-i never dreamed that you’d be so…” Once again, you struggled to find the right words. “You're like a prince from a fairytale,” you chuckled softly, only half joking.

Seeing the tears welling up in your eyes, Sanji's heart nearly broke, even though he knew they were tears of happiness. As he gazed at you, he couldn't help but feel his own emotions bubbling up. He gently wiped away a single tear with his thumb as it rolled down your cheek.

"I’m far from perfect," he whispered softly, his voice filled with vulnerability. "But for you, I'll try my damned hardest to be the man you deserve." While speaking, he found himself leaning in closer, bridging the gap between them and tenderly planting a sweet, affectionate kiss on your forehead. A slow smile spread across his face as he pulled back, a warm, gentle expression in his eyes. "You’ve got me wrapped around your pretty little fingers, you know that?" He chuckled softly before adding, "I’m completely and utterly smitten."

He gently raised your hand and tenderly kissed your knuckles, never breaking eye contact. The moonlight danced around the both of you while the festival lights flickered below, casting a warm glow as if the entire world was celebrating your last meeting.

"I can't wait to get to know every little thing about you,” you softly, your tone filled with admiration.

With a grin, he pulled you closer and held his cheek against your own, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he savoured the closeness. "You can ask me anything. I'm at your command, my dear," he spoke softly, his breath warm against your cheek. “Anything you want, I’ll answer any questions. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

You gladly returned his embrace, feeling at ease in his arms. After savouring the comfort of being with him, you decided to break the silence. “Kiss me~” You breathed out softly.

A shiver of excitement ran through Sanji as he heard your soft plea. His knees almost gave out at the thought of kissing you. After a moment, he managed to compose himself. "As you wish, my love," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mix of shyness and desire. He gently cupped your cheek with one hand and leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

As his lips met yours, Sanji felt a rush of warmth and pleasure flow through him. It was like fireworks had exploded in his brain. Your lips felt like butterflies against his, soft and delicate. He couldn't help but lean in closer, deepening the kiss. His free hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he leaned his weight into you, his body craving your warmth and presence.

He reluctantly broke the kiss, but he didn't let you go. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded and a soft smile on his lips. "Wow..." was all he could whisper, his voice filled with disbelief and adoration. He felt like he was floating on air; his head was dizzy with affection, and he couldn't help but brush his lips against yours once more. The taste of your lips was now burned into his brain that he committed to memory. He gently ran his free hand down your arm, his touch tender and caring, before interlacing his fingers with yours in a soft grip.

"Is it too soon to say that I'm completely and utterly in love with you?” He whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

You shook your head, blushing and smiling at his words, feeling the same way. “My heart has always belonged to you.” You smiled, raising your pinky finger.

As your confession reached his ears, Sanji felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. A soft, shaky breath escaped him as he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing in contentment as he soaked in the depth of your words. A slow, gentle smile spread across his face as he pulled you into a tight embrace. His fingers tangled in your hair as he let out a shaky breath, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "I don't think I deserve you but, I’m never letting you go,” he whispered, his voice filled with a fierce determination as he tightened his grip around you.

As he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but let out a soft, shaky laugh, his expression filled with a mixture of sadness, joy, and disbelief. "I've been living for everyone else's sake my whole life," He confessed quietly. "But right now, I want to live for you. For us. I love you, y/n"

“Sanji…” You gaze into his eyes, you can clearly see his admiration and vulnerability shining through.

Sanji's heart fluttered for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The way you said his name, so softly, so sweetly.

“I love you too” A sweet, gentle smile lit up your face as you looked at him. When those three words escaped your mouth, Sanji felt like his heart might explode. His hand gripped your cheek as he drew you nearer, a wide smile lighting up his face.

"Say it again," he whispered, his voice filled with an almost childish excitement. "Please just let me hear you say it again." You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his excited reaction, but you were more than happy to fulfil his request. “I love you, Sanji~”

As you uttered those three enchanting words again, Sanji couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of happiness welling up inside his chest. He was in disbelief that this moment was actually happening, hearing those words coming from your lips. Without a moment's hesitation, he embraced you tightly and whirled you around in a swift circle, letting out a joyful laugh. As he set you down, he maintained a strong hold on you, pressing his body close to yours while running his fingers through your hair. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

You found yourself unable to stifle a laugh as he twirled you around. “I think you think too highly of me.” You smiled, feeling at home with him. As your gentle laughter filled the air, Sanji's heart swelled even more. Your happiness was contagious, and he couldn't help but laugh along with you. He rested his chin against your head and draped his arms around you, a content sigh escaping him. "If anything, I should think higher of you," he chuckled and gave you a gentle squeeze. “I'll worship the ground you walk on, my love”

The night air was filled with a peaceful calm, the only sound being the crickets surrounding you and your steady breaths. Sanji kept hold of you, feeling the warmth of your body and the comfort of your presence. He released a deep sigh, his heart filled with contentment. "Promise me you'll stay with me," he murmured, his voice holding a touch of insecurity.

“I promise” You spoke with unwavering certainty. You had finally found him, so there was no way you were going to let him go him now. Sanji smiled softly as he heard your promise. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that you truly wanted him. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly loved and accepted. He held you close, reveling in the sensation of your body against his, which filled him with an unexplainable happiness.

“You’re perfect” He murmured softly while tenderly planting a kiss on the top of your head.

[rpmemes-galore]

Within Temptation : Resist album ... sentence starters

"Is it worth dying for?"

"You're so despicable."

"You keep crawling on."

"You won't escape me."

"Time, I need more time!"

"You're hunting a miracle."

"Our freedom is worth it all."

"We're living in a mad world."

"Oh, why can't we rise, again?"

"Nothing of the heart remains."

"You're fighting an endless war."

"I'm slowly learning how to be me."

"I'm waiting for your last goodbye."

"You've turned the truth inside out."

"You turned my world upside down."

"My heart is lost between the stars."

"Can't control the restless part of me."

"Isn't it strange that love is in the way?"

"We know that nothing stays the same."

"Feel no remorse, light will be breaking."

"You get inside my head, I want you out."

"When the lights go down, I'm still here."

"Don't fight with me, don't fight with me."

"Don't close your eyes, it won't disappear."

"We rise against, we'll always hold the line."

"'Cause I've been betrayed on holy ground."

"I'm waiting for the light of your supernova."

"These days when I'm lost, I search the skies."

"And the weight that you feel pulls you down."

"The night has been long and so many've fallen."

"It's been a while since I told you that I hate you."

"What we had was so much more than I realized."

"You're in my blood, from the cradle to the grave."

"But what does it take to break you, to awake you?"

"We've been here long enough to know it's all in vain."

"I'm feeling the eyes of the fallen; they're watching me."

"You're pushing me into the corner, don't fight with me."

"Why is nothing ever easy? And the truth is never straight."

"And when you're reaching for the stars, they just cut you down."

"Here they come, again. Hear them whispering when your heart is bleeding."

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 24

[The Silent Descent]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Three] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Five] _____

(Warnings: Descriptions of injury, canonical violence)

As you make your way across to the other side of the walls, your eyes widen at the scene before you. Houses in the abandoned town of the Shiganshina District have been set aflame, blazing smoke rising to the skies, no doubt the work of the Colossal Titan; Bertholdt. Your heart pounds as you search the vicinity. First, you would check for survivors, then you would fight, with or without backup, though the latter would probably mean an imminent death. You shake that thought from your head. You'd made a promise to Levi. Until the end. You're not dying here. You can't. Flinging yourself through the buildings, you look to see the Colossal Titan, body somewhat smaller, or thinner somehow, trudging through the area towards the wall. But then, you see it, a mop of blond hair; it was Armin. 

You let yourself breathe out a sigh of relief that not all the Scouts had diminished with Bertholdt's transformation earlier as you flash to their vicinity in a second. "Armin!" you shout out as you land next to him, looking down and seeing that Jean and Mikasa are also present. Your squad is still alive. "C-Captain [y/n]!" The voices of your team stutter in surprise, relief instantly filling their faces at your presence, almost like you were an actual angel descended to Earth. They must've really had it rough. ‘Even your presence, Captain [y/n], brings people hope. Do not underestimate yourself.’ Somehow in that moment, Nurse Frida's voice rings through your mind. Was this what she meant? 

You turn to Armin. "The Colossal Titan, it's slimmer than usual," you state as Armin looks at you, relief clouding his eyes in your understanding as he frantically nods. "It's just as Hange said! The Colossal Titan is weak in a battle of attrition!" His bright blue eyes shine at the revelation. He reminds you of Erwin. "Eren's experiments," you say looking at him. "He could only transform three times. If that's the case for his 15-meter Titan, a 60-meter Titan must be less efficient." Armin continues to nod to your words in agreement. "And, there's the steam attack, too!" He adds as his mind collects the pieces and puts them into place. "I bet it's consuming everything except his skeleton to produce that steam!" You voice your agreement before turning to Jean. 

"The other members of our squad are they still alive?" You ask looking at him. "Y-yes Captain! Apart from Eren who's still on top of the walls, Sasha and Connie are still in the vicinity." You nod in confirmation. "What of Hange and their squad?" To this, Jean frowns before looking down slightly. "All within close range to Bertholdt when he transformed. We don't think any of them survived." Your heart shatters at that proclamation but you try to keep on a steady face, lips downturned. Hange... "C-Captain!" You turn to Armin who looks nervous but certain. "I have a plan!" You nod, allowing him to continue. "If I could ask you and the rest of the squad to draw Reiner away and defeat him. Eren and I will defeat Betholdt ourselves." Your eyes widen at his words, but his gaze does not falter. "The two of us can win and I'm going to prove it." 

You watch as he comes back to his usual self though as he stutters out, "I mean, p-please Captain! I swear-," but you interrupt him before he gets the chance. "I trust you, Armin, as does the Commander." You look at him in his widening gaze, you grasp him by the shoulder firmly. "Trust in yourself." You watch as he hesitantly nods, face becoming more determined and confident once again. "Leave Reiner to the rest of us," you say as you call Mikasa and Jean to your side. "Roger! Thank you, Captain!" You hear Armin yell out as you turn and give a firm nod, before flying to where the Armoured Titan should be. 

..... 

You had met with Sasha and Connie, now the two of them along with Mikasa and Jean flying behind you in the streets. "We trust that Armin and Eren can handle the Colossal Titan, our focus is to prevent Reiner from interfering!" You call out to the rest of the squad who shout out in confirmation "Roger!" You all approach Reiner at full speed, but suddenly the Armoured Titan changes direction and sprints past you. A strong gust of wind hits you all, causing some of you to lose your balance. You grit your teeth as you realise his focus has changed to Eren. "It's too late!" You call out to the Scouts. "We're going to have to stop him by force!" You don't wait for an answer as you flash by to where the Armoured Titan has gone, the Scouts following you in acknowledgement. 

You grip one of the Thunder Spears you had taken as you fuelled up on gas earlier. Your body moves swiftly through the barren streets before you turn and fling the spear through the back of the left knee on the Armoured Titan. You release the handle trigger swiftly as the others catch up to you, watching Reiner's Titan lose balance. It reaches for the surrounding buildings, trying to stabilise itself but ultimately topples to the ground in a heap of debris. There is a thunderous boom at the impact as you turn to the squad. "If we can't distract Reiner from going to Eren and Armin, we finish him off here!" Connie, Sasha, Jean and Mikasa nod grimly. They would have to stop Reiner, someone they used to call a friend and comrade, but it was the only way. 

"We have three remaining spears!" Connie shouts out from behind you and you nod. You had one more strapped to your waist, Connie had one and so did Sasha. Suddenly a wave of hot air comes from the distance. You look up. The Colossal Titan that Armin and Eren had been fighting now emitted a warm gold glow, another wave of its steam attack rising in the air. You watch as Mikasa also turns and stops in worry, looking as though she wants to go to them. You grip her shoulder and she turns around. "Trust them." You say as she turns hesitantly back to the scene before meeting your eyes and nods determinedly. You still had to put an end to Reiner. 

The Armoured Titan is now on the ground, unable to get up, wondering how one blow had rendered his knee useless. You use his vulnerability to quickly turn to the squad that gathers around you. "We have three remaining spears. We have to take the chance now that he's immobile. Here's our plan. Jean and Mikasa, you go first, act as the decoy and make sure you get Reiner's attention." The two of them nod determinedly as you continue. "Sasha, Connie, while he's distracted you fire your spears at the jaw of the Titan. Once his Jaw slackens, I'll go in and kill him from the inside with my spear. Understood?" Sasha and Connie nod. "Either way this fight goes, this is where it ends!" You would all use the last remaining bits of your energy and resources on this final blow. Your last chance. 

Your squad yells out in confirmation, faces grim. They knew if they didn't succeed this would likely be the end of it all. No doubt, all of the Scouts on the other side of the wall have already met their deaths; you were alone. You could only hope that Levi would fulfil the final oath he took for Erwin and kill the Beast Titan, you could only hope that Armin and Eren succeed in stopping Bertholdt, you could only hope that you all would stop Reiner. "Alright then," you say as you turn to the Titan before you all, "get in position." At your words Jean and Mikasa shoot forward attaching to the Armoured Titan and surrounding buildings, letting out yells to gather his attention. 

Reiner reacts. Though unable to walk he uses his arms to destroy the buildings around him, trying to attack Mikasa and Jean. Using the destruction and distraction to their advantage, now Connie and Sasha go forward readying to fire their Spears. Connie shoots, aim sure as his spear ingrains itself into the Titans jaw, but then, there's a mishap. You watch as debris strikes Sasha in her head as she tries to shoot, rendering her unconscious. Her form falls, but Connie goes to catch her, shouting her name. You fly in front of Reiner, landing on a rooftop in front of him, but you know it's useless. Though Connie's spear damaged one side of his jaw, Sasha had missed, there wasn't an opening wide enough for you to throw in your spear. 

You grit your teeth. It's true, his mouth might not be open, but you'd have to try anyway. You would rather risk your own life over the lives of your subordinates. "Captain [y/n], wait, it's too risky!" Connie calls from a distance, as you ready yourself, heart pounding against your chest. You didn't know if you would make it. But then, a familiar voice fills the air and relief fills your system. "No, it's perfect!" You look up to see Hange, bloodied and injured, but alive. More importantly, they flung through the air, another Thunder Spear in their grasp. They shoot and aim perfectly, and the final spear connects and explodes on the other side of the jaw which Sasha had missed. You watch as finally, Reiner's jaw slackens. "Now [y/n]!" Hange calls as she flies out of the way. 

You let out a yell, as you fly to Reiner. His hand shoots out to you, but you're too fast. You flash across space and land inside the Titan's mouth. You shoot the spear in your hand down his throat towards his nape. "Reiner!" you shout out as you let the trigger go, and flash out of range of the explosion. Soon enough, there is a massive explosion and you watch as the Titan finally falls, Reiner's disfigured body protruding from the destroyed nape. 

..... 

You stand behind Hange as they approach Reiner. His body is badly injured and steaming as it tries to heal. He sits slackened on the side of the building, lack of limbs, and a cloth covering his eye. "Reiner... What's this metal case you had in your left chest pocket?" Hange asks as they kneel down to him. "Before we chopped off all of your limbs, you tried to grab it with the strength you had left. Suicide pills? Or perhaps a bomb?" There is a brief silence. Mikasa bandages Jean next to you. He had been badly hurt by the debris of Reiner's attack. Then, Reiner's slow and gravelly voice reaches the air. "A letter..." Hange looks at him in surprise. "A letter? What kind of letter?" There is a pause again as Reiner tries to gather the energy to reply. "A letter... from Ymir. You have to... give it... to Christa..." 

"Only after we've inspected it," Hange replies as they put the metal case away and stand up. "Now then, I've got a mountain of questions for you, but... your lips seem as tight as your armour is hard." You react to her words pulling out your sword as you point it threateningly at Reiner. "Are you going to cooperate and tell us everything that we want to know, or not?" You ask as Hange crosses their arms and stares down at Reiner's unmoving form. Hange now has a bandage on their head, no doubt from when Bertholdt transformed, one of their eyes completely covered from the damage. "No..." Reiner mutters out at your words. You frown before turning the hilt of your sword. "Well, at least you're prepared for this," you mutter, as you push your sword against his neck, blood seeping from the wound. 

"Hold on!" Jean shouts out from behind you. "Are you sure Captain, Hange? We might be able to steal his power." You think back to an earlier meeting. Levi had been entrusted with the syringe and vile given to him by Kenny. It could transform one of us into a Titan. We could feed Reiner, or any of the Titans with abilities to that Titan and we would, in turn, retain its powers for ourselves. Hange turns to Jean at his words as you keep your sword pressed against Reiner's throat. "I don't think all the conditions for that have been met." They say to him, as Reiner chokes on his blood at the pressure you hold him to. "We don't know the situation with Levi and the other side. Neither do we have the time to go confirm it ourselves. The reason being, there's no way for us to gauge the full depth of their powers." Hange turns to Reiner at their last words. 

"Even if we cut his head off, we can't be too sure!" They continue to shout out. There is a silence before Jean's words reach the air once more. "This isn't like you, Hange. If we back down because of not knowing something, down the line, can we ever hope to beat the Titans?" Reiner lets out another gasp, blood seeping from his lips as Jean's words linger in the air. "When are we ever going to know all there is about the enemy?" There is more silence, as finally, Hange turns to look at Mikasa and Jean. "Mikasa," they say, as the Scout looks to them in acknowledgement, "how much gas do you have?" Mikasa replies, dark eyes looking at Hange. "It's almost entirely gone. But it should be enough to reach Eren and Armin at least." Hange nods, "That's more than me, or [y/n]." 

"Mikasa... I need you to go check out their situation. Fill up your gas and bring back the injection from Levi. If for any reason, you're unable to do so, fire a smoke signal. That will be our signal to end Reiner." At Hange's words, you finally release your blade on Reiner's throat as he gasps out in relief. "Roger," you hear Mikasa say, as she flies off into the distance. You stand, sighing slightly before Jean starts to speak up. "Hange, I-" But they quickly cut him off in response. "The decision was mine. You were just a factor." Silence takes over but you still eye Reiner warily, not liking your predicament, even though you had won the battle. Levi. You had hoped he was okay. You hoped he had succeeded in the task of killing the Beast Titan. Hange walks over to Jean, as they check over their bandages. 

Moments pass in silence as Hange stands by Jean and you remain in front of the disfigured Reiner who pants in pain. Suddenly, a smoke signal rises in the air. You remember back to Mikasa's words. It was the signal to kill Reiner, that there had been a disturbance of some sort that rendered his life useless to them. You look to Hange who nods from a distance eyes flickering between you and then Reiner. Jean looks like he is about to say something but stops himself as he swallows. This wasn't the Reiner he befriended; this wasn't the Reiner he knew. He was the enemy; if he were in the same position, Jean knew that Reiner would kill him. You unsheathe your sword once more, taking in a deep breath, and looking at the man in front of you. You point your sword to the man, about to deal the finishing blow... But then you hear Reiner’s stuttering voice fill the air. 

"C-Captain... [y/n]... to think... that you... were one of us..." You turn to Reiner, your eyes widening at his words, the sword in your hand faltering. Hange and Jean look at you from a distance but they can't hear the quiet exchange, confusion in their features as they watch you hesitate to kill the man. "What do you mean by that." You mutter pointing your sword at him. "We... we needed Eren... but... he said... we needed you too..." Then you hear it, the sudden trembling of the Earth below, a thrumming beat of giant footsteps making their way to you. But you also feel it, the sudden wave of drowsiness that hits you, along with a prick on your upper arm. You look down. Sure enough, a strange syringe-like form had flown across space, from where you didn't know. It embedded itself into you, and with it, your vision started to blur. You lose your hold on the sword you had held onto Reiner, suddenly feeling yourself falling to your knees, your body slackening. 

You hear Hange and Jean's screams as they yell out to you. But your churning vision now turns to your right, and you see the large Titan you had seen in the distance with the Beast Titan approaching you on all fours, thunderously. Jean tries with his weakened frame to hold Hange back as they scream your name, but you don't have the energy to move or reply. You feel a large hand wrap around you, suddenly being hoisted into the air and landing next to... a man you hadn't seen before. Your eyes are now half-lidded, unable to do a thing, barely able to make up the features of the man. Blond hair... glasses... a lack of arms on his body. "Hange!" you hear the dwindling voice of Connie as he looks at the scene in shock, "They've taken Reiner and Capatin [y/n]!" 

Your ears are now muffled, as you continue trying to move, trying to fight the black descending on your vision. You can make out the sounds of ODM gear in the air. You can hear Hange's voice yelling out to you in desperation. But you can do nothing. You're getting further away from them, your friends, from Levi. The last thing you hear just as the movement of the Titan stops, is the man's voice next to you, uttered softly. 

"I've been waiting to meet you [y/n] [l/n]..." 

Your shock is clouded as you finally lose consciousness. The last thing on your mind... Levi. 

..... 

Hange looks in utter defeat as they finally come to a halt. Lack of gas evident in their tanks. They are in a state of complete disbelief, how could they have lost not only Reiner but you as well? Just a moment ago, they had had the upper hand, Reiner in their clutches, you just fine. What's worse, they would have to inform Levi. Hange could only imagine what devastation would be left in the wake of your absence. They turned to Connie, whose face mirrored one of shock and loss. "C-Captain..." his voice reaches the air wavering and barely a whisper. Hange grits their teeth squeezing their eyes shut before they turn to Connie. "We head back, regroup!" Connie shakes his head slowly, "B-but..." Hange interrupts him swiftly. "We have no gas to chase them, we have no more thunder spears to help with our attack, and we're utterly useless right now. We regroup... let's go!" 

When Jean looks up to see the lack of your presence he swears out, pounding the ground with his fist in defeat. "It's my fault..." He speaks out, voice dull. "I've done something terrible..." Hange knows he thinks it's his fault for not having killed Reiner immediately. Maybe then you would have been more on your guard, maybe then they wouldn't have approached you at all. Hange's face is dark as they look away from the boy. "I said the decision was mine. Let's regroup with the others." Jean's heart pounded against his chest. "C-Captain Levi... what will he say?" Hange is silent, as both Jean and Connie look like they're going to be sick. Ultimately, they decide not to reply to Jean's words. "Let's go." Connie silently puts an unconscious Sasha on their back, as Jean grasps onto Hange, flying through the air towards where a gold glow fills the air. A Titan Transformation. 

..... 

By the time Hange, Jean, Connie and Sasha had arrived where Eren and the rest were, they were met with a shocking sight. The body of a Titan lay steaming on the ground, protruding from it, was the body of Armin, Eren and Mikasa crying as they held him. On a nearby roof, Levi was sitting next to a deceased Erwin looking down at the sight, a lone soldier by his side. Connie and Jean quickly made their way to Armin as well, after gently leaning Sasha against a nearby building. Questions quickly spilled from their lips as Eren and Mikasa shakily gave their answers to them. Armin, on the brink of death, was chosen to be transformed into a Titan. He was chosen over an also dying Erwin who had somehow survived the suicide charge towards the Beast Titan, found by the lone soldier, Flock, who stood by Levi. Armin had then been fed Betholdt, and given the powers of the Colossal Titan, allowing him to survive. 

Hange approached Levi who gave the same answers. He told them about his choice, why he had chosen Armin over Erwin, and how he saw it unfit to bring him back into this hell after being in it for so long. A short moment passed when Eren and Mikasa finally calmed down, collecting Armin and following Hange's orders to take him to the top of Wall Maria. Jean and Connie also listen to Hange's words, taking Sasha as well to set up a makeshift area on top of the walls to allow her to recover away from the destruction in the streets. Flock, the only soldier left from Erwin's suicide charge also nods and goes to help Jean who is still badly injured. The seconds go by tensely as Jean and Connie still have a haunted look in their eyes, their Captain... you... missing. Hange gives them a silent look as they hastily, almost shamefully set off to the walls, following Eren and Mikasa. 

Hange can feel it. 

They can feel the suddenly tense atmosphere in the absence of the other Scouts as they make their way back to the walls. They can feel the way Levi's eyes now scour the area in realisation. They can feel the way he now turns to them, grey eyes ingrained on their backs along with the rising thrumming of his heart. They can feel the anticipation in the next few seconds. They know the question brimming through his mind. Hange feels their heart drop along with their gaze as their face darkens. First, the loss of the entire Scout Regiment, then Erwin... and now...

"Hange... where's [y/n]?" 

Hange can scarcely look up at him, still staring at the ground, facing away from Levi. On the other hand, Levi starts to slowly lose his sanity in the silence that consumes him. Where are you?  Why hadn't you arrived with Hange? What happened? Were you hurt? Did you go ahead to the basement? Were you still on the lookout for survivors? Where are you? Were you- Levi's heart pounds relentlessly against his chest, a strange sensation fills his senses, an unfamiliar feeling of dread... of genuine fear. His hands tremble at his side, eyes wide and pupils contracting. Where were you... where were you... where were-

Levi suddenly moves forward grabbing Hange by the collar of their shirt tightly, forcing Hange to look at him. Anger fuels his movements, impatience causing the rough movement of his hands as he roughly shakes them in his grasp. He sees it in their eyes, the sorrow, the regret... the loss. Levi slowly shakes his head in disbelief. "Hange... where is she?" Hange's silence only makes his rage increase. "Where is she Hange?! WHERE IS SHE!!" Hange finally speaks up, looking pitifully at the smaller man in front of them. Never had they seen him lose his composure as he does now. His eyes are wide, his features fierce, dread filling every rim of his face. "She's gone, Levi... They took her away with Reiner. The strange Titan we saw earlier today and a blond-haired man; the Beast Titan." 

Levi freezes his movements, his grip slackening as he takes a step back. The Beast Titan. The man he failed to kill. The man that escaped his clutches. The man he had stopped pursuing to save Armin. The man that took you away... The man that could've killed you by now, for all he knew. It was his fault. Hange watches as the once stoic Captain turns silent at their words. They watch as he falls to his knees gripping his hands into fists that slowly start to cause blood to seep through his fingers. They watch as his eyes are barely visible under the darkened expression on his face. Levi struggles to keep himself from hyperventilating. Thoughts fill his head at a pace he can't keep up with. You. His lifeline. Torn away from him, in the clutches of the enemy he swore to protect you from. He had lost so many people in his life. You had been a blessing, graced with your strength, with your smile, with your warmth... he had dared believe that you wouldn't leave him like the others did. 

You promised him. 

You swore you'd be by his side, until the end, no matter what end he met. He swore to himself and you, that nothing would touch you. How were you gone? Levi stumbles to his feet, breathing heavily as he struggles to control his emotions. He readies his ODM gear. He would chase you down he would find you by foot if he had to. He would do anything if there was even a slither of hope you were alive. He moves forward, mind in a haze, but something stops him. He looks up, a deranged look in his eyes as Hange almost relents at his gaze. "What are you doing?" They ask as Levi tries to continue on his path whilst Hange continuously stops him. "What will you do?!" They suddenly yell out, their own grief and frustration catching up with them. "Chase them to the ends of the Earth?! Die among the Titans outside the walls?!" Levi interrupts Hange quickly, outrage filling his words, "What would you have me do then?!" He yells, voice echoing the abandoned streets. 

"I don't care if I die, I'm going. Stay out of the way shitty glasses." He mutters darkly. "I thought you hated pointless death." Levi freezes, cold aversion filling his system as Hange mutters the words Erwin had spoken to him many months ago. The man who was now also dead among too many of the soldiers he was ashamed not to be able to count. "I did," he replies but then whispers in a voice barely heard by Hange. "But my life is pointless without her." Hange is taken aback by the vulnerability he allows himself to show for a single moment before he moves forward again. "What will [y/n] say?" They ask as they look at Levi who refuses to meet their gaze. "We have a job to do, we have to fulfil the mission. If you die before we're even allowed to come up with an actual plan to save [y/n], if you die before we fulfil the mission so many soldiers gave their hearts for... [y/n] would kill her yourself." 

With that Hange relents, releasing Levi from their observation and attempts to stop him, they fly off towards the walls. They feel their own heart sink in your absence. You had been their friend too. Always supportive of their experiments no matter how extreme their love for science and Titans grew. They had known you for so long, rising the ranks and growing as soldiers together. Now you were lost to the clutches of an unpredictable enemy because of a decision they made. Not only you but they had watched their squad die before their eyes. Watching as Mobilt pushed them out of the way from the bursts of hot air as the Colossal Titan transformed. Coming to find Levi, only to see that Erwin was also lost to the clutches of death. Hange pushed against the overwhelming depth of their grief as they approached Wall Maria where the other Scouts were tending to each other. Levi was lost in his despair, the other Scouts were lost in their survival and someone had to continue the mission. 

Meanwhile, as Hange left, Levi was rooted to the spot unable to do anything. His heart still hammers against his chest, the heavy feeling of grief filling his chest and making it hard to breathe. He knew Hange was right. That he couldn't save you right now, especially in this state, no matter how desperately he wanted to find you. He was still a Captain of the Survey Corps, with the overwhelming lack of Scouts left, his subordinates would be relying on him. But in that moment Levi allowed himself to think only of you. He walked over to a nearby crate hidden among the destroyed homes. He sat down holding his face in his hands and grip tightening on his locks as his mind reeled in his failure. Your smile. Your touch. Your everything. He felt the warm beginnings of tears run down his face and he yelled out in frustration before losing himself in his sorrow. Utterly defeated he let himself sob, something he didn't know was possible after the many losses making him feel as though he was a hollow shell of emotion. Well, until you showed up. 

He let himself lose himself in your loss, and many long moments passed. But then the instant came when he knew he had to complete the mission. For the sake of you and humanity. So, he loathingly lifted himself from the crate. After several moments he decided to join the rest of the squad that diverted their eyes in the presence of his evidently deathly aura, and darkened face. He prayed to whatever God was out there that this retched day would come to an end... and maybe he'd wake up to you by his side, telling him it was all just a dream.

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[Chapter Twenty-Three] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Five]

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[valentine-cafe]

"i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" with Talisen 164??😤😭🌷 - 💐

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 164 talisen ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍵 corrupt god x reader, siren x reader, cw: dark themes ꒱

𖹭. so I know this probably garnered fluff but I ended up writing dark so. . . yay

you’re not sure how far you ran into the woods. slews of viridian greens and murky browns blending into a spinning pattern before your eyes. fog of tears clouding your vision even further.

the scrapes of thorns still linger across your skin. reminding you of the sharpness of claws. the silver of a tongue that spun such pretty lies for your ears. the sweetest of stories to keep you stable. still.

in his arms. the hold of a monster.

there is no fear in the rustle of the woodland life - but the silence amongst the trees.

the drain of warmth colour - the lack of a familiar copper spark.

only lengths of greens and the hollow of quiet darkness that rose a stutter in your already pounding heart. and still, like a fool, you proceed. sprinting through the woods as though you could outrun a god.

a god,

what happens when a god is angered?

it’s the least of your worries. perhaps it should be your first.

the only concern swirling around your panicked mind is the search for an exit through the thick foliage. to free yourself from the moist soil at your bare feet and the ringing of his smooth voice in your ears.

he is no where to be seen. and yet your eyes tell you otherwise. spinning films of memories and whats-ifs as your gaze darts around the deep, dark emerald woods.

the flicker of light catches your attention.

up ahead.

right there -

an exit.

the flutter of your heart is not of fear. for the first time since you took of. the sliver of hope that washes over your skin makes you finally take a breath of air you had not known you needed.

and like a bird eager to fly out of its cage and soar into the open world. away from the gold bars of uncertainty and deceit; into the skies you once knew.

you think it the auric of sun. the assuring warmth that dons your face and has you gasping for air. your knees giving out as you collapse onto the ground.

wet.

why is it wet?

amongst your fantasies of freedom you neglected the sight of glimmer before you - and when your head snaps up you are face-to-face with the shimmer of water.

the ever-dawning sun.

a lake you knew all.

a song that stained your ears.

from the skin of your back, you feel a cold presence. flushed against your nightgown you had fled in.

the drawl of a crooning voice amongst the sound of your hammering heart.

the touch of his hands that you wished to flee. now on your waist, keeping you form against the ice of his figure.

“my poor little bird,”

he sighs.

“have you forgotten that I clipped your wings?”

the voice of your captor hoists you against him. long arms wrap around you. not tight - not in the slightest. he knew you could not escape him, even if you tried.

“who do you run from, my dove? don’t you know?”

the deity of carnalism buries his face into your shoulder. voice shaky. rasped through sharp teeth meant for tearing.

“I can keep you safe. they are all afraid of me.”

[vigilskeep]

do you have any tips for spicing up an orlesian warden for awakening? i'm creating one for my ultimate sacrifice hof (i know you can still import a dead warden, but decided to make an orlesian guy for story purposes) but i can't think of anything that can make them stand out

this is probably late i didnt see this but!!! huge fan of the orlesian warden. myself.

just think about orlais. when it isn’t being played off as a joke, there’s so much to consider—the mask culture among nobles, the existence of serfdom for commoners, the talents of bards, the elves slipping unnoticed through the shadows, the beating heart of the chantry and thus the lyrium trade, the abundant harvests that feed orzammar, the merchants that travel far and wide through the waking sea and down the minanter river in search of riches to bring home. the orlesian warden gives you so much freedom that you can pick anything from it that grabs you

whatever else there is to say about inquisition, it certainly provides enough orlesian locales to wander around. did the grey wardens seek your character across the deserts and wastes of the west? in the white spire or the circle at montsimmard? from among the dalish travelling over the graves of their forefathers? does your character remember the exalted plains before they became celene and gaspard’s chessboard, or recall the glories of val royeaux when a divine sat tall on the sunburst throne? or did they come to orlais from elsewhere, and why?

iirc there are one or two vague implications in dialogue options that the orlesian warden had some role at the orlesian court, though i don’t believe it was clear whether this was in their role as a warden or beforehand. it’s presumably why they were selected for the arling duty (deeply fucking insane setup. an orlesian)

you might also want to consider your character’s perspective toward ferelden, which concluded its rebellion from orlesian rule only thirty years ago. even a human too young to remember it may have family who came here as conquering soldiers, or died here as such; an elf may hate their homeland as much as the fereldans hate it, and only breathe freely when finally given the chance to leave orlais behind; a dwarf may simply feel the numbing loss of orzammar either side of the frostbacks, and dread the still more unpredictable nature of coastal ferelden’s tempestuous skies

there’s some great specialisations to base a character on for awakening too!

[queerseras]

a conversation between the traveler and the bard

“Didn't they betray you? Why do you still love them?”

—about the Anemo Archon's love for his children, the people of Mondstadt.

Mondstadt has always been a peaceful place. For children just beginning to learn their alphabets, teenagers finding joy in the smallest things, young adults searching for the meaning of life, and weary souls who have weathered too many storms—be it locals, travelers, wandering merchants, or even the animals and creatures... The carefree breezes, carrying the scent of dandelions, will always find their way through your hair, breathing life and hope into you, wherever you go.

It is said that the gentle wind, the safe haven, and the freedom that seeps into the waters beneath the land were all gifts from the God of Freedom himself. Some call it a blessing—a manifestation of the love and affection that the Anemo Archon holds for his children.

He may not be the God of Love, as it is a title reserved for the Snezhnayan goddess, but his love for his children is enviable, and it is reflected in the way the people of Mondstadt reciprocated his love. Some say that the people's faith in their archons is the main source of their power—which then would mean that the Anemo Archon is exceptionally strong, given how much his people love and trust him. Not a single person in Mondstadt is irreligious, the popular phrase ‘may the Anemo Archon protect you’ that every Mondstadtian would sneak in every conversation and the grand statue specially sculpted for him in front of the Favonius Cathedral were clear giveaways to it.

Why?

Lord Barbatos' name was never associated with grand titles. In fact, little was known about him—especially to the outsiders—aside from being an absent archon ruling the City of Wine and Freedom. What were his goals? His ideals? How did he secure a seat among The Seven? Was he immensely powerful, like the Electro Archon who could cleave an entire island with a single strike? Or was he as influential as the renowned Rex Lapis during the Archon War?

No one ever truly knows.

Then why? A certain Traveler once pondered to themself.

What is so special about him, that his people's faith never shakes, even without his presence for such a long time?

The Anemo Archon was never one to talk about himself, nor would he answer if the Traveler ever asked. So, no matter how curious they were, these questions could only linger unanswered in their mind as they wandered through the nations.

At least, that was the case, until they found the answer on a random sunny afternoon.

“Didn't they betray your trust in the past? Why do you still love them, even after all the horrible things they did?”

The Traveler asked Venti as they sat beneath the great Windrise tree, watching the skies of Mondstadt gradually turn orange.

Venti simply smiled. A gentle breeze wove through the strands of his dark, aqua-tipped hair, as the warm sunlight cascaded over his skin. It was a sensitive question to anyone hearing, but there was no sign of displeasure on his face. Just like the wind, he was always calm, carefree and serene. Not a single person had ever seen the playfulness leaving his eyes, never, except in the presence of those who posed threat to his children.

“My dear Traveler,” Venti purred, his voice akin to the sounds of birds singing in the woods. “Children are bound to make mistakes. Stumbling across a rock, tripping over their feet, scraping their skin... It's all part of growing, isn't it?”

“It would be too cruel to deny them, mere humans who struggle to find their paths yet still find joy in the smallest things, the chance to learn and grow from their mistakes.”

There was a comforting silence as Venti's hand reached for a fallen leaf on the ground, turning it gently in his fingers. The leaf was vibrant green, still holding onto the life it once had when it was part of the tree.

“Look at this leaf,” he said, his voice gentle and thoughtful. “It once clung tightly to the branch, part of something greater. But now, it has fallen, carried by the wind to new places.”

He held the leaf up to the light, its delicate veins illuminated by the setting sun. “Just like this leaf, my children sometimes fall and drift away. They may lose their way, make mistakes, and face hardships. But even as they fall, they are never truly lost,” Venti said, a twinkle in his eyes. “Because the wind will be there to support the leaf, just like how I support my children. I lift them up and help them find their path again.”

He then released the leaf, watching as it floated away on the breeze. “Every leaf, every child, has its own story, its own purpose. And just as the wind carries the leaf to new places, so too does my love carry my children, helping them to grow and flourish, no matter where they land.”

The wind felt exceptionally warm that day, as they watched the leaf drift away, fading into the twilight.

Somehow, the Traveler understood the reason why the Anemo Archon was so loved.

After all, those titles were never necessary.

Venti may be absent, and most, if not all, of his children have never seen him in person, but no one ever doubts his presence. They feel his love in every whisper of the wind, every rustle of the leaves, and every joyful song sung by the bards. He is there, always watching over them, lending his hand to those in need of his blessing, while allowing them to find the meaning of life on their own.

Just like the wind, ever-present and unchanging.

“For in the heart of every gentle breeze lies the boundless love of a guardian watching over his children, guiding them toward their own destinies.”

***

in honor of venti's birthday. may (or may not) upload a longer version on ao3, work is still in progress.

i hope you enjoy it!

[fullscoreshenanigans]

I wonder how much Sisters are in the HQ. Because even if the selection is hard, a lot much sucess.

Isabella's orphenage ship 6 children by year, so 6 new kids must be given to her.

There are 5/6 orphenages for Grace Field. So 30/36 children shipped by year and 30/36 new given to the orphenage. EVERY YEAR. So even if it's sure that the Sisters gave birth of more than one child (only the Mother can have only on).

Because if 30/36 children must be given by year to orphenages, 30/36 must waiting their turn in the nursery and as much sister must be pregnant. I think that every sister has the right to take a break after a pregnacy.

For Exemple if Sienna is the mother of both Emma and Carol, seen there are more or less 10 years between them, it probably mean that there had at least one kid between them. Maybe more.

So i think that, even if the selection is rude, a lot of girls survives. Because if they need 30/36 new babies by years...

And it's just Grace Field. It must be worse at Great Vallley (especially that Barton must have took a lot of children for his huting ground)

[Response to this ask]

I'm not sure where you're getting all moms having only one child being common from?

From your previous ask:

Isabella is an anomaly when it comes to moms in that she's the youngest one to ever be selected in the history of at least the current incarnation of Grace Field that's been around for roughly 400 years.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 181.2 | Chapter 181.3) Her excellent test scores at the farm and later at headquarters combined with favoritism from Sarah led to her placement being expedited. With there being an extremely limited number of mom positions, most sisters (because they're all sisters first, Isabella being the exception and not the rule) are left waiting for years, and this is what results in them having multiple children if they don't retrain for another path, not that moms are limited to having a single child. If anything, you'd think they'd want more children bred from those who reach that position, so the time spent waiting for spots to open up would be beneficial for the demons. Sarah had enough sway to persuade those in charge to get a recent graduate of the sister training in there, though, so Isabella was able to skip to the front of the wait list.

And it's confirmed there's five plants plus headquarters for Grace Field.

(Chapter 29 | Chapter 100 | S1 Episode 4)

So assuming there are no oddities, they're averaging 30 kids per year between the five, and if each plant maintains the same number of children plant no.3 normally does, there's around 190 kids at a given time outside of Grace Field headquarters prior to Isabella taking over as grandma when she reduces the number of shipments beginning in mid-January 2046, which is kind of wild given how low it is already.

(Chapter 181.3)

So I think that, even if the selection is rude, a lot of girls survives. Because if they need 30/36 new babies by years...

The second light novel does say this, yes.

Even if it's hard to calculate exactly how that math works out with how gleeful Sarah seems about eliminating Cecile and Krone's entire class, along with not having any information about how often the moms are recommending girls for sister candidacy.

(Chapter 181.2)

Chapter 166's bonus sketch gives us headquarters' layout, but no listing of how many people it accommodates, though it does look massive between this and the amount of running around the kids do in the Return to Grace Field arc.

It must be worse at Grand Valley (especially that Bayon must have took a lot of children for his hunting ground)

To be fair, those children were going to be eaten regardless, so Bayon Sr. taking some for his hunting grounds isn't altering the general death count, just where it's being distributed.

(Chapter 84 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 7 Series Timeline)

Sometime between 1801–1900, Bayon is looking so miserable some of the staff of the farms he's in charge of start shipping children to him alive.

I'm defaulting to this being at Yverk's or Leuvis' behest—Yverk as a means of keeping Bayon comfortable in order to maintain the status quo of Legravalima's regime, Leuvis as a means of satisfying the hunger he knows still resides in his friend—but maybe they just decided to do it on their own because of how bad he looked, who can say.

Regardless, he's approached by another party to begin his hunts, and it isn't until he's given this push that he gives into his impulses again when he told Leuvis centuries ago he was committed to upholding the promise, in a similar manner to how we see Bayon Jr. adhere to upholding decorum and duty during the gathering for Tifari in 2047.

Bayon Sr. starts off with one human every three months, but after that it's hard to gauge exactly how the numbers ramped up. Over two hundred years, it was in the hundreds to potentially thousands.

I'm assuming it maxed out between five and ten at a time, though. Enough of a significant gap where Bayon accepts Peter's offer to use Goldy Pond, originally meant to be a village of refuge for escaped cattle children in James' plan, as his new hunting ground starting in late 2031 with more humans and supplies being available to him.

(Chapter 98)

63 - 17 (15 Grace Field escapees and 2 adults not counted among the Goldy Pond population by Bayon) = 46 children who escaped from Goldy Pond on January 29, 2046 after a hunt had taken place the previous day. We don't know how many children are killed during regular hunts, but I'm guessing they would keep the population between 50 and 60 at any given time. Enough of a thrill to entice Bayon to take Peter's offer, not enough between the 18 farms he supervised or was in charge of to give unaware staff pause to want to stick their noses into noble business because the yield between them was vast enough to make it negligible.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 3)

Grand Valley, Glory Bell, and Goodwill Ranch are large enough that the demons don't invest in implanting trackers in the children like at Grace Field because it's too costly, though once the mass production farms begin during Peter's tenure as the 36th head of the Ratri Clan, the minuscule dent Bayon's hunts put on Grand Valley's output is even less conspicuous.

[kissorkill16]

Fill My Empty Heart: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After Mya's death, Aaron committed suicide. Mr. Peterson, desperate to have a family again, kidnaps the depressed and heartbroken child across the street, Nicky Roth.

Chapter 18

Trinity was listening to the radio in the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Raven Brooks. Lovely weather we're having today! No more rain, just cloudy skies."

"That's nice.", thought Trinity.

It's been weeks since they've continued their plan of making Mr. Peterson go crazy, and nothing seemed to be working! All of their attempts failed when he just kept a calm demeanor.

And not only that, but his rules were getting out of control too. Not only were the kids not allowed to go outside, but he wouldn't allow the kids to open the curtains so they wouldn't even think about going outside.

It's been really rough for the kids.

"It's been three weeks since a group of kids went missing in Raven Brooks. The kids names were Trinity Bales, Enzo and Maritza Esposito, and Ivan Torre. Their parents said that the children told them that they were just going to a sleepover and would be back in the morning, but they never returned. Police continue to search for the children as we speak."

"Trinity, honey! Is that the radio?"

Trinity jumped up and immediately shut off the radio as Mr. Peterson stepped into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Dad. I was trying to play music.", she said.

"It's alright, dear.", said the man. "But why don't we turn off the radio for a while until they're done with the news."

The girl nodded and walked out of the living room, stomping her foot on the floor as she walked up the stairs.

Later that night, Mr. Peterson was tucking Nicky into bed, and then Nicky asked a question.

"Why did you take me?"

Mr. Peterson stilled in place. "What do you mean, darling?", he asked.

"Why did you take me?", Nicky asked again. He knew he was probably risking his freedom right now, but he just wanted the man to answer him honestly. "I had parents, and I had friends, and you just took me away from them. Now you took them away from their families. Why?"

Mr. Peterson looked at Nicky for a minute, and Nicky hid himself under the blanket. But instead of scolding or growling, Mr. Peterson just sat on the edge of the bed.

"Because...Nicholas, you were so close with my children.", he said. "Aaron and Mya loved you like you were their brother. Everywhere I saw them, you were with them.", he let out a small laugh. "Diane almost saw you as her own son, and I remember her asking me once if I ever thought about having a third child."

Nicky laughed a little and sat up.

"When I lost them all, I was beyond destroyed. My wife, my son, my daughter, they all died. Taken from me and leaving me all alone.", said Mr. Peterson, "My family was very important to me, Nicholas, and I could see that Aaron and Mya were very important to you too."

Nicky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Mr. Peterson sighed and put a hand on Nicky's shoulder, "Aaron's funeral, you screamed and you cried. You didn't want to believe that he was gone, and neither did I. No one understood the pain you felt, no one except me, because I felt it too.", he said. "I isolated myself from the outside world, I was scared of lashing out at others and hurting innocent people. But you were already so broken inside, and you were already lashing out at the people you loved."

Nicky's eyes widened as he flashed back to all of the times where he was angry at the world for taking Aaron and Mya away, where he lashed out at his parents, his friends, and other people at school.

He was a nightmare out there.

He thought that they were all pretty happy that he killed himself.

Nicky felt tears fall down his cheeks.

"Nicholas?"

Before he knew it, Nicky began to cry and bury his face in his hands.

"They're all happy to know I'm dead.", said the boy, "I was a monster out there, and now that I'm gone, they're all probably -"

Mr. Peterson gently pulled Nicky onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him.

"Stop it. Don't say that, young man.", he said sternly. "Your family and friends still love you. If they didn't, do you think that your disappearance would've made it to the news? Do you think that your friends would be trying to drive me crazy just so I'll throw you all out?"

Nicky began to relax in the man's hold.

"You are loved, Nicky. Even if you haven't been the easiest to deal with, your friends and your family still love you very much.", said Mr. Peterson. "And I know it'll be hard for me to do this, but to prove it to you...tomorrow, I'm letting all of you go."

Nicky's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Really, Nicholas.", said the man. "Your family would be so happy to know you're alive, and the same goes for all of your friends."

Hearing this, Nicky smiled and wrapped his arms around Mr. Peterson.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Peterson!"

Mr. Peterson smiled warmly and gently patted the boy on his back. He knew it would be hard, but he knew he had to do this. It was the right thing to do, and Nicky needed to know that he's still loved.

"You're welcome, Nicholas."

[astrobolical]

When he realizes it's love-

Content Warnings: Mild Angst (It's Xiao), brief mentions of battles, brief mention of wounds (nothing depicted)

Reader: Female

I wanted to do something soft for Xiao, while still trying to maintain that adamant determination he has that he doesn't deserve anything nice (seriously buddy, you do).

As a previous Xiao main, I hope I did him justice.

Xiao felt his body ache as he dealt the final blow to his foes, their pained cries falling upon deaf ears as the Adeptus carefully surveyed his surroundings one more time. There was no further movement in the plains of Liyue, no monsters lurking in the darkened, shadowy corners of the night. He had done his duty as he always did, despite the protest of his body and how heavy his spear felt in his hand. He would never speak of the weight bearing down on him from all sides, of the suffocating pressure of his Karmic Debt-- it was his, and only his, to bear. 

On nights like this, however, Xiao felt an urge bubble up within his chest. One that had been growing more familiar as the nights passed him by. Suddenly the blur of days beginning and ending had seemed to slow. The morning sun warmed him in ways he’d forgotten it could over the long, lonely centuries. 

In those moments when the morning light warmed his skin he felt as if something he’d forgotten was returning to him. It startled him, admittedly, the warmth blooming in his chest. How his mind would wander in his sparse moments of freedom to a singular human woman-- you. Xiao hated himself for it, endangering you for some selfish whim, an impulse he struggled to reign in. But since he’d met you, things had changed. Slowly at first, sure, but over time it was undeniable that somehow the weight on his body had lessened.

He came to find himself searching for you, even if he dared not approach again of his own accord. Simply the sight of your smile in the crowd, knowing you were safe and sound eased the darkness in his heart. 

But when you would call, Xiao would move before his mind could think. The melodic tone of your voice is a spell he dare not break, a desire he could scarcely allow himself to indulge in. In these moments, he’d come to you, he’d ignore the distance he’d put between the two of you and allow you as close as you would come. His warnings never made you hesitate, when he’d chastise you for coming to find him you’d simply grace him with your laugh.

When he asked you why you’d rolled your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sitting on the grassy plains, he remembers how you laid back, staring up at the clear blue skies above. Reaching up as though you could grasp it in your small hand. “Because no one deserves to be alone.” You’d said, softly yet determined, looking over in his direction.

He’d come to recall that day, over and over in the night. How the light had danced across your skin, how carefree you’d been, how vulnerable.

‘No one deserves… to be alone?’ He wondered, eyes wandering towards the pale, silvery moon above. Subconsciously he reached towards it, until it appeared like he could grasp it in his hand. A mirror of your innocence, an attempt to understand. Golden eyes closed as he let out a sigh, the cool breeze against his skin.

And then he was moving, a blur against the night, yet footsteps silent. His mind was loud, racing, a mix of protests and reasoning. But his feet found the sturdy support of a too-familiar tree, the sight of your home silencing his echoing thoughts for just a moment. 

Once again, he’d run to you. Without your call, without rhyme or reason. 

You were there, sitting in the quiet night, sleepily reading in the dim lights by the window. Your eyes drifting closed only to fight back open, your chin lazily resting on your palm, propping yourself up. You looked so peaceful that Xiao debated turning back around, returning to the fields and finding whatever creature he could-- he’d destroy anything to keep your peace. But tonight he let out a shaky breath, he pushed his reluctance deeper down, pushed those worries and fears as far down as he could manage. 

For the first time, Xiao took a step towards you.

“Y/N.” He spoke, barely a whisper, but it carried through the open window and you startled, jumping in your seat as your head whipped towards him. Your wide eyes met his own, and he was overcome with a blooming warmth as your brief terror melted immediately into the smile he’d grown to crave. You didn’t react with reverence or fear, instead you stood, rushing to your door to greet him. 

“Xiao!” Your voice speaking his name made that warmth bloom further, moving throughout his tired body, reinvigorating his muscles into movement as you approached, meeting you halfway between your door and the window. “Are you okay?” Your eyes searched his form as he nodded-- now that he was before you he felt as though there were no words he could form. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You motioned for him to follow, but seeing his tired gaze, his slow response, you frowned. You reached out, tentatively touching his hand with yours. Xiao didn’t pull away, simply stared at where the two of you had connected-- such an innocent touch, so pure, so simple. So kind. You didn’t see him as a weapon, a tool to protect. You saw him as Xiao. 

It hit him then, as your small hand grasped his, leading him towards your abode, it struck his heart in a way he’d never experienced before-- you saw him. 

Every instinct told him to vanish back into the night, flee from the soft warmth spreading between your bodies where they met. This was wrong, he was dangerous-- just by being near you he was risking you. Yet when you turned, guiding him to sit in front of the small fireplace in your home, he didn’t resist. “You can rest here, Xiao. You’re safe here.” You smiled, before moving to walk away-- he didn’t know where, or why-- but you didn’t make it far. His hand reached out and grasped your wrist-- a ghost of a touch, but enough to make you pause.

Your wide eyes, your red tinted cheeks, it was nearly too much for the Adeptus to bear. 

“Stay.” He breathed. He didn’t need anything else-- he, perhaps, was not entirely sure why, but he merely wanted your company. He’d come this far, against his better judgment. Just a moment, a fleeting moment… he could allow himself that, couldn’t he? The centuries of bloodshed and pain… surely they could amount to such a small moment.

“Of course…” You seemed embarrassed at his request, sitting beside him, merely a breath away from him. You held his hand, your gaze settled where he’d grabbed you.

It was the first time he’d touched you.

It meant that much to you? 

Perhaps he couldn’t understand fully what you felt, he was still learning to comprehend the vast array of human emotions. 

You remained quiet, enjoying the peaceful moment so late in the night, unperturbed by your unexpected guest. You didn’t suggest he sleep, or rest, or eat… you let him be. 

You let him be, and he wanted to be with you.

Xiao inhaled sharply at the dangerous thought, though caught himself before he could worry you. He nearly pulled away, nearly fled at the very thought he wanted to remain by your side as long as he could. Selfishly putting you at unnecessary risk because he was tired. 

“Xiao?” Your curious voice dragged him from his thoughts, and his gaze snapped to yours just a little too quickly. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” You didn’t need to worry-- you had no idea how much you affected the Adeptus with your very presence. Had no idea the hold you had on him. Xiao sighed, looking away from you as he spoke. “Thank you for allowing me in.” 

You were silent for a moment. “Anytime, Xiao. You’re always welcome here.” 

The two of you sat in peace, listening to the crackling fire. Xiao felt light, as though his body wasn’t covered in wounds, like he wasn’t weighed down by the crushing pressures of his sins. He felt safe, for the first time in centuries. 

In that moment he knew, he knew as he gripped your hand a little tighter. As you finally gave way to sleep, your head resting on his shoulder. When he didn’t move away, instead gazing softly at your sleeping form.

He knew, deep down, that he would protect you over anything else. Xiao was certain of what the warmth within his chest was, how you could alleviate his pain just with your presence. 

He knew that he’d crossed a line that he’d never dared to think of. Something he didn’t deserve, something he shouldn’t allow himself to have… but perhaps, just for tonight, he could remain by your side for just a little longer.

You.

The human he loved.

[drachonia]

𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐧 𝐬 𝐩 𝐨 𝐬 𝐢 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 12 William Rex x OC insert (Elisabeth)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thought i'd try a sort of role-swap for this prompt! hope you guys like it. also something i learned today: transposition can mean the act of putting yourself in another's shoes, but it's also the name for a series of moves in chess! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: role-reversal, consensual curse-play.

Elisabeth’s bedroom was a simple one, minimal clutter and maximum comforts. Not a chair nor a lounge lacked a cushion or loose-knitted throw for comfort. A vivid maroon accented with a deep gold was the palette for the cursed lady’s room, like a mix of her dark black hair and crimson eyes. Typically the room’s owner relaxed in her room alone until she was called upon, but tonight she had the company of a partner…a young nobleman with an appearance that would have otherwise reminded her of a villain.

“Will.” She called softly, sitting on the settee at the foot of her bed and reaching a hand out to her lover as the door clicked shut behind him. Her pale-haired paramour crossed the room in a few steps, drawn in by her call and lightly wrapping her in his arms as he knelt in front of her, chin cradling itself in her open palm. He was a man who knew how to be greedy and do as he pleased, and she adored that about him.

“What does my darling wish for tonight?” He murmured in a sweet, lulling baritone. His lips curved up at the edges as those eyes silently asked for something. The little game they played of educated guesses and playful hints reminded her of something a young betrothed might come up with, though the answers they both uncovered were much darker than anything innocent minds could muster.

“I’d like to grant any wishes my lover might have. I pray you feel less confined tonight.” She tenderly cradled his face with both hands, feeling him lean into her fingertips, blood-red eyes slipping closed slow like a soothed predator. Once they flicked open again, his lips quirked up subtly with an idea, “Tell me exactly how I would ravish you,” he crawled up to where his face was level with her own, knees braced on either side of her, “use every bit of power you have on me until we’re both absolutely spent.” Anyone who saw how that gaze shifted with each word would think William disturbed with how his eyes grew more vivid red and excited with each syllable, but Elisabeth knew her lover simply adored freedom. And now he wanted that stripped for mutual pleasure. It sounded completely against both of their codes, but oh so sweet.

Elisabeth drew a breath.

“Would you—“

“Demand it of me, my darling. Please.” He stroked her cheek, leaning in more.

Her breath quickened as he confirmed her this was what he wanted. She shifted back to sit on the softness of her bed, as if running from him, but…

“Undress me, slowly, make sure to trace every inch while you do.”

She swore she saw William shiver at her words as he climbed over her, his knee gently nudging her thighs apart through her skirt. he felt up her stomach toward her chest before starting to unbutton the bodice with slow fingers, tracing the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell beneath his hands.

“You look positively delicious.” He murmured, his fingers finally exposing enough of the bodice to show a generous amount of creamy skin just beneath her underclothes. He felt a thumb over each nipple through the fabric before drawing back to her remaining buttons, coaxing gentle huffs and moans from the lady beneath him. Eventually he reached the last button just above her hips, stroking his thumbs low enough to tease them both before easing the button through its hole to slide the fabric off of her body.

Next came her skirts, and William was a bit less gentlemanly as he hoisted the fabric up to Elisabeth’s thighs, one hand pressed down against her hip as he searched for the ribbons near the back that held them in place with the other, slowly drawing the ends outward to loosen the skirts and tug them off bit by bit as her skin was further revealed to him. He took careful note that her underclothes were far less covering than he expected. That alone caused a surge of desire and darkness that was only soothed by the curse keeping his actions at bay. Once his fingers reached down her thighs, he looked into her eyes, his chest heaving slightly as she moved her own hands to brush his decorated overcoat down his shoulders and off his arms. His shirt buttons she made quick work of before running her palms beneath his slightly opened collar and over his heated skin.

The sensation of skin on skin only seemed to pull them closer to one another, William leaning fully over her and kissing her deeply as he slowly traced the laced neckline of her undergarment, kissing from the corner of her lips down her pretty jawline to linger against her neck as he took special care to mark it once with a rough nip of his teeth and gentle rolling of his tongue over the reddened mark. Each touch and kiss drawing a soft noise from the Cursed woman’s lips.

Next, his lips trailed down the contour of her collarbone, tongue gently tracing between her breasts to her cleavage before brushing the outline of her clothing as he slowly untied the lacin. Each inch of exposed skin seemed to rise with goosebumps as William exposed Elisabeth with a — mostly — silent appreciation. Hungry lips continued to tease the swell of her chest even as the fabric dragged over her nipples, exposing the sensitive buds as he let her chemise lay half stripped from her. He delved back in to suck at the rosy tinted skin with voracity as his vivid red eyes glanced up through pale lashes at his beloved. Will gave a hum of approval at her disheveled state, awaiting her next command as he sat up above her.

After catching her breath, the dark-haired lady managed a few words, “Don’t let me go until morning. Even if I pass out.”

A low, purring chuckle resonated through his chest as he moved like a man possessed, eyes filled with excitement of what was to come as he grasped her lacy garments that remained, curling them in his fingers and tugging down with a rough motion that betrayed his usual gentlemanly nature. Fabric ripped, she gasped, he chuckled, and soon the only thing the woman could think of was the feeling of his hands on her breasts and thighs.

“W—ill!” She gasped, breath hitching mid-cry as he slipped his fingers in and out of her heat, slowly scissoring her folds apart with a heady sigh that fanned her cheeks and wrapped her in the scent of freshly cut roses. His nails gently scratched every itch inside, fingers curling like he was beckoning her to press herself closer to him, though their bodies were practically melted into one.

“Mm!” Elisabeth sighed out, digging her nails into his biceps as he leaned over her a bit more, taking his fingers out gingerly and slipping them between his lips one by one until they were suckled clean of her. William gave a lick of his lips as his lover stared at him with a dreamy pout on her face.

“It’s like you’re begging me now, even though you commanded I keep you satisfied through the night.” He pressed his tip against her entrance, “Not that I mind, I quite like the thought of taking every last piece of my monarch until she’s an absolute mess for me.” He drawled sweetly as he accented his words by slowly sinking into her.

His pace started slow and rocking, tender and amorous, but gradually built to accommodate the gasping breaths of the ‘monarch’ beneath him. Every thrust was punctuated with a string of Elisabeth’s gasping moans and William’s soft purrs until both of them eventually fell over that delightful edge, warmth shared between them. The two fell onto the bed together, William gently resting his lover’s thigh over his hip gently as he stroked the small of her back. Elisabeth only felt a few short minutes of relaxation and reprieve before Will started to shift every so often.

“William…” she groaned, cheeks flushed as she hid in his chest, “We just finished—“

“You said until morning, my love, and I am holding you to it.” Scarlet eyes glimmered as he rolled back on top of her, not to stop until her will was finished.

[darthbreezy]

You can't tell me...

That this wasn't played on the Bentley 'After'...

"It's A Hard Life" (Farrokh Bulsara)

I don't want my freedom There's no reason for living With a broken heart

This is a tricky situation I've only got myself to blame It's just a simple fact of life It can happen to anyone

You win, you lose It's a chance you have to take with love Oh yeah, I fell in love But now you say it's over And I'm falling apart Yeah, yeah

It's a hard life To be true lovers together To love and live forever In each other's hearts It's a long hard fight To learn to care for each other To trust in one another Right from the start When you're in love

I try and mend the broken pieces I try to fight back the tears They say it's just a state of mind But it happens to everyone

How it hurts (Yeah) deep inside (Oh yeah) When your love has cut You down to size Life is tough on your own Now I'm waiting for something To fall from the skies I'm waiting for love

Yes, it's a hard life True lovers together To love and live forever In each other's hearts It's a long hard fight To learn to care for each other To trust in one another Right from the start When you're in love

(Yeah!) It's a hard life In a world that's filled with sorrow There are people searching For love in every way It's a long hard fight (hard fight!) But I'll always live for tomorrow I'll look back on myself And say I did it for love

Yes, I did it for love For love Oh, oh, oh I did it for love

[moonlight-joy]

The Dragon’s Claim

Fandom: House of Dragon

Summary: In the shadowed halls of Dragonstone, you face a dangerous and magnetic Daemon Targaryen, whose words weave a tantalizing web of freedom and captivity, forcing you to decide whether to resist the fire or let it consume you entirely.

Pairing: Reader/Daemon Targaryen

The sound of heavy boots echoed through the stone corridors of Dragonstone, reverberating like the distant roar of the waves crashing against the cliffs below. You sat quietly in the solar, the faint glow of candlelight dancing across the pages of an old Valyrian text. The words should have captured your attention—histories of dragons and conquerors—but your mind was elsewhere, lost in the shadow that lingered in this place. Or rather, in the man who cast it.

Your arrival at the ancestral home of the Targaryens had been under the guise of diplomacy, but you quickly realized Daemon Targaryen’s interest in you had little to do with politics. The Rogue Prince had a way of bending the world to his will, and now it seemed he had set his sights on you.

The door creaked open, and you froze, your fingers hovering over the delicate script. He stepped inside, his silver hair catching the flickering firelight like molten starlight. His presence was a storm contained in human form, draped in black and red, the colors of House Targaryen.

“Still reading?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. He moved closer, his boots muffled against the thick carpet, until he stood directly behind your chair. The weight of his presence was suffocating, yet intoxicating. “You are far too studious for someone meant to be by my side.”

You closed the book with deliberate care, your pulse quickening despite your calm façade. “Not everyone has the luxury of spending their days brooding or swinging a sword, my prince.”

The edge in your tone was calculated, but it only seemed to amuse him. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “You wound me, little scholar. But I much prefer it when you call me Daemon.”

You turned your head slightly, enough to meet his violet gaze. “You’ve hardly earned such familiarity,” you replied, though your voice faltered under the intensity of his stare. There was something predatory in it, something that made your heart race for reasons you dared not name.

He straightened, circling around your chair like a dragon stalking its prey. The firelight cast shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the glint of mischief—and something darker—in his eyes. To your surprise, he knelt before you, a gesture so unexpected it stole the air from your lungs.

Daemon Targaryen did not kneel. Not for lords, not for kings, and certainly not for emissaries. Yet here he was, at your feet, his gloved hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. The leather was cool against your skin, a contrast to the warmth radiating from him.

“Haven’t I earned it?” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. “I brought you here, away from the chaos of court, to where dragons rule the skies and freedom is ours to take. That is no small gift.”

Your breath hitched, your gaze flickering to his in search of deceit. But all you found was the raw intensity that made him so infuriatingly captivating. “Freedom,” you said softly, “or captivity under your will?”

He laughed, low and rich, the sound curling around you like smoke. “Perhaps a bit of both,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But tell me, my dear… do you truly wish to leave?”

Before you could respond, he took your hand in his, his movements deliberate, as though he were handling something precious. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, lingering there as if marking you with his touch. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through you that you couldn’t suppress.

The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. Your mind warred with itself, torn between reason and the pull of something primal. Daemon Targaryen was a man who devoured, who consumed. To remain at his side would be to step into the fire and risk being burned.

“Say the word,” he said, his voice like silk, “and I will let you go.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a tender gesture at odds with the fire in his gaze. “But if you stay…” He tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost reverent. “You are mine.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and threat. The choice was yours to make, but as his eyes bore into yours, you wondered if you ever truly had a choice at all.

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