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Room Service (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Marlene, your best friend and roommate, has gone to class and left you with her mess to clean up.

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“You have to be kidding me.” You stared at the drunk man passed out on her bed. “Hey, Marlene, I think you forgot something!”

Your roommate did not reply, not that you had expected her to when you’d been awoken by the door slamming shut. She had returned at 4am, making such a racket that you were startled awake, the thought of burglars jumping through your mind. Until you heard the giggles and loud shushing. This must have been Marlene’s latest. It wasn’t that you minded; well, at least you’d known what you’d be getting into when you agreed to live with Marlene, but this hadn’t been part of the agreed roommate duties.

You'd like to say that this was the first time that this had every happened, that Marlene had brought a guy back in the knowledge that you were sleep next door, fully aware that you had a 10am class. But when she regularly woke up after a late night of partying for her morning run and 9am lecture, you didn't expect her to really understand. And sure, she had let you kick her out before, and hadn't complained about you bashing around in the kitchen until the early hours of the morning when you were too stressed to do anything other than bake. But it wasn't exactly on par with the level of noise that you had to deal with.

The door had swung open, and the sound of her hushed giggling had your groaning; the walls were so thin you could hear the creak of her bedsprings as they tumbled onto her bed, the squeak of movement, and you'd covered your head with your pillow.

And now you were here. With a drunk man, who, despite your reservations, really couldn’t be left alone to sleep his way through the morning. Who knows what he'd do? Or where he'd vomit. You shuddered at the thought.

Your phone buzzed and you tapped at the screen, groaning at the rather apologetic message from Marlene. "I'm so sorry, I had to dash, please, please get the man out of our flat. I'll owe you big time."

You rolled your eyes, and took a step into Marlene's room, noting with distaste the clothes strewn all over. And then took a deep breath as you spotted the pair of men's boxers just lying out in the open. A drunk unconscious man was one thing. A naked drunk unconscious man was entirely another.

You crossed the room, sidestepping the discarded underwear and crouched beside the bed, suddenly grateful that at least Marlene had left a water bottle beside the bed.

You tapped him on the shoulder. No response. Shaking him slightly, you frowned at the complete lack of movement. You hated to think what that meant for Marlene last night. In all fairness, the noise hadn't gone on for long, which you'd been thankful for at the time, but now you could probably chalk that up to something entirely separate.

Sighing, you turned your back on the man for a moment, shuffling around the room to pick up what you assumed to be his clothes. If Marlene had left you to deal with this, she could deal with you accidentally giving her stuff to him anyway.

With a deep breath, you pulled the covers off the man, turning your head away from the sight of the lower part of his body with a grimace. No, you certainly did not want to see that.

"Okay," you murmured, staring at the pair of boxers in your hand and then looking back at the man. "Let's get you dressed."

It would be a lot easier to deal with a dressed man, yes. You hooked one leg hole of the boxers over his leg, and then the other, lifting each limb to shimmy them up his body.

"Uh, hello?" the man slurred, and you jumped, backing away from him.

"So, you think you can get yourself dressed?"

"Uh," came his rather intelligent response as he looked down at himself, and then stumbled to his feet, tripping over the boxers as he did so.

"Woah, woah," you rushed forward to catch him before he tipped onto his face; you were not taking him to A&E if he broke his nose. Together you managed to pull the boxers up round his waist and you sighed with relief. Not naked anymore. You could deal with this.

“I think I’m gonna be-” the man clasped a hand over his mouth, body convulsing as he retched and you jumped back in disgust, grabbing the nearest receptacle to hold out in front of him. Marlene could buy a new bin.

You grimaced as he fell back onto the bed, clutching the bin as he went down still retching. He pushed himself up, pinning the bin between his knees and leaning over it, dark hair hanging around his face. The retching subsided after a minute and the man placed the bin down on the floor delicately, looking up at you with a grey pallor to his face.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, at least having the decency to seem sort of sheepish.

“Do you think we can get you dressed now?”

He nodded vigorously, and then groaned, hitting his head back against the wall with a thunk. You rolled your eyes; what a start to the morning. The clock on Marlene’s bedside table read 7:43 and you were at least grateful that you had a good two hours before class. Plenty of time to get him out, although with the lack of coherent movement from him, you doubted it would be an easy feat.

You sighed and grabbed his trousers from where they lay on the opposite side of the room, laying them out at his feet for him to give it a go. He just stared at them. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Grumbling under your breath, you began to yank them up his legs, stopping when you got to his knees and just looking at him with raised eyebrows.

He stared back at you, forehead wrinkled. And then jolted, pulling himself to his feet where you could continue to manoeuvre the trousers up. Why did he have to have such tight trousers? It was taking real effort to get them up over his body.

The rest of his clothes followed a similar pattern; you would offer them to him, he would look at it dumbly and you would just sigh and dress him. It was like the dolls you used to play with as a kid, if they were a fully grown man who was a lot less pliant.

“Who do you live with?”

“With Prongs,” the man mumbled, lying stretched out on the bed again.

You rolled your eyes. At this rate they were going to get permanently stuck that way. “Prongs?”

And that was how you met James Potter at about half eight in the morning, in his dressing gown and bedhead. He blinked at you blearily from the doorway, mouth opening and then closing again. In all fairness, this probably wasn’t the best first impression; you still in your pyjamas and trying your hardest to hide the grumpy expression on your face.

You would’ve felt guilty if it weren’t for the look of realisation dawning across his face at the sight of the man leaning on you.

“I’ve got something that I think belongs to you.” You pushed the man into him, trying to hide a snort as he stumbled into James’ arms.

“Sirius,” he sighed. James righted Sirius, pushing him to lean against a wall and ignoring how he slid down onto the floor with a soft thud. “I’m sorry.”

James rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Thanks for bringing him back. He usually manages to make his way home at some point in the morning, but he’s never had a girl accompany him back.”

You pulled a face. He definitely had gotten the wrong end of the stick, and it filled you with a sort of revulsion, especially having seen him throwing up in your roommate’s bin.

“My roommate had an early class so left me to clean up her,” you waved at Sirius slumped on the floor, “mess.”

He laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his mess. The silence dragged on and so you smiled, although you were pretty sure it came out as a grimace. “I’ll be off then. Enjoy.”

“Thanks again!” James called out after you and you just waved him off.

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You sat on your couch, textbook in hand as you stared at the meaningless words on the page. You couldn't comprehend anything before your eyes; nothing had been going in for the past hour. Most people were out on a Friday night, but the stress of university meant that you were less than willing to sacrifice her learning for partying every night. Marlene believed the complete opposite and thus you saw very little of each other, especially following the incident with Sirius. Tonight, however, was an exception.

"Hey bestie," Marlene wheedled, her tone already insinuating that she wanted something. Plonking herself next to you on the couch, Marlene wrapped her arms around you. "Have I ever told you how much of a great friend you are?"

"Alright, what are you after?” you sighed, shrugging her off. "You only act this clingy when you want something from me."

"Come out with me tonight. You've been cooped up indoors for hours now and you need to let your hair down. There's a gig at the pub, it’s some band with guys from campus and it’s going to be really chill. Dorcas and Lily will be there, you like them, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I really have to work though,” you protested, running your fingers through your unbrushed hair, wincing as they caught on a knot.

“Y/N! You’ve been working all week; you need a break. Trust me, love. Go take a shower and I’ll pick out an outfit for you.” Marlene sighed exasperatedly, pushing you off the sofa as you hesitated. “And I owe you many, many drinks to say thank you.”

“We have two hours to get there,” she hollered up at you. “Even I don’t take that long to get ready, so you have no excuses.”

Stepping into the pub, you weren’t sure how Marlene managed to talk you into this. It was probably the promise of free drinks; she owed you at least until the end of term. The room was packed full of people and if Marlene hadn’t been holding her arm, you would’ve been lost instantly. Marlene lit up, waving frantically at a group in the back – you were too far away still to be sure, but you were almost certain that it would consist of at least Dorcas and Lily and whichever other poor friends they’d managed to drag along.

“Lily! Dorcas! Mary!” Marlene squealed, bounding forward to hug them. “Look at us! The gang all back together!”

You laughed; although you would never admit it to Marlene, you were sort of glad that she’d dragged you out. You never really got to see the others much anymore, but you’d all been thick as thieves at school together and it had been a real shame to drift once you’d gone off to separate London unis.

“Oh my God.” Marlene stopped dead in her tracks, any excitement completely wiped from her as she stared at something behind you, eyes wide. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hide me, he’s here.”

“Who?” You turned around, scanning the crowd for whichever one of Marlene’s hookups had emerged. Not that you necessarily knew what all of them looked like; more just how they had sounded. Well, not like that.

“Sirius Black,” she groaned, hiding her face in Lily’s shoulder. “I don’t want to see him.”

Your eyes caught on the very familiar face, and you winced as you watched him weave through the crowd, followed by James. He looked a lot better not throwing up in your bin, you mused, and then froze with horror as he made eye contact with you. And winked.

Disgusting.

James followed Sirius’ gaze and laughed, turning to whisper something in Sirius’ ear, who stumbled slightly in response. And then straightened and started towards you.

“Marlene,” you reached out your arm behind you, feeling around as you tried to pat her. “Marlene, he’s coming over here.”

“What?” She sat bolt upright and shook her head. “No, I’m out of here.”

You spun round, eyes wide. “You can’t just leave me, he’s your hook-up.”

“Not my problem anymore. One-night stands should stay as one-night stands.” And she slid out of her chair and away from the table, Dorcas and Mary trailing after her. The traitors. You stared at Lily who just shrugged, with a sort of resigned you-know-what-Marlene-is-like expression, and then glanced behind you with an odd little smirk. Of course she was enjoying this.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You spun around, grimacing at the sight of Sirius Black. It was a shame how pretty he was, it made it harder to be irritated by him. But then you pictured the image of him throwing up in your bin and that feeling was very quickly squashed.

“Prongs says I know you,” he glanced back, and you followed his gaze to see James smirking at the pair of you. You flipped him off and he laughed. “Won’t tell me how. Care to elaborate? Did we, uh-”

“No,” you scoffed, mouth twisting into a grimace. And then you smirked. “I don’t know if you remember my flatmate, Marlene; she’s gone off somewhere. I had to evict you from our flat the next day.”

He frowned. Opened his mouth. And then closed it again.

“I think we really got to know each other when you threw up in our bin. Or maybe when you were still too drunk to get dressed by yourself so sort of lay there like a Ken doll.” You twirled a strand of hair around your finger, delighting in the look of horror dawning across his face. Oh, he deserved this.

Sirius rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I think I’m going to need another drink to hear the rest of this.”

“I’ll have a vodka lemonade.”

He sighed. “I’ll make it a double.”

[fazedlight]

Listening (Rift resolution, with reference to Kara’s article from Batwoman 1x10)

“I appreciate the favor,” Kate said, as Kara turned off her voice recorder. “It’s nice we’re in the same universe now.”

“Definitely,” Kara said, smiling back. She jotted down some final thoughts, before closing her notebook. “It’s a favor to me, too. Andrea will love this story.”

It had been a messy incident. When a local officer, Slam Bradley, had pushed Kate - Batwoman - out of harm’s way, someone had been snapping photos. Once the pictures went viral, the press had a field day, speculating on the nature of Batwoman’s relationship with Slam Bradley… which he had only played up.

It prompted Kate to make the decision for Batwoman to come out as a lesbian - not just to clear the air, but to give hope to the queer kids of Gotham.  “Are you nervous?” Kara asked. “I’d be nervous.”

“Relieved,” Kate said, and Kara thought it was all too fitting of the Paragon of Courage. Kate nodded in Kara’s direction. “Sounds like you’ve thought about doing it. What makes you nervous?”

Kara sighed, looking at her hands.

“Oh,” Kate said. “Your friends don’t know?”

Kara’s brow crinkled. “I- I wanted to come out to them. Years ago.”

“There was someone?” Kate asked.

“It got complicated,” Kara said. “I don’t know if she’s even queer anyway. And then we had a falling out, so…”

“So if you came out, everyone would know what she meant to you.”

Kara nodded. “It took the joy out of it. So I didn’t.”

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Kara sighed as she reached her desk, sloughing off her bag and dropping it in her chair. She would rather be transcribing Kate’s interview and writing her article at home where she could use superspeed - but since Andrea wanted the staff in the office, it seemed Kara was stuck taking the slow route.

Kara tilted her head, tracking a familiar heartbeat down the hall. What’s she doing here?, Kara thought curiously, trying to avoid looking as Lena followed Andrea into a small meeting room. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, I shouldn’t eavesdrop, I shouldn’t eavesdrop…

“Well, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you,” Lena derided, as Kara tuned in, “But I didn’t come here for this conversation.”

“I’m not offended,” Andrea said, and Kara could hear the grin in her voice. “I’m just amused. Of all the names to call out-”

“Andrea-” 

“- you really fantasize about Kara Danvers fucking you?”

Kara’s head snapped up in time to see Lena’s frame stiffen through the glass walls. Andrea and Lena?, Kara thought, her eyes wide, They were-

“I’m not talking about this here,” Lena said. “Either get to the contract amendment, or I’ll leave.”

“Please, Lena, it’s not like she can hear us.”

Lena shouted my name? Kara thought in a panic, rising quickly to her feet, intent on somehow shutting down the conversation - because if she didn’t, she was going to lose her sanity. She shouted my name, while they were- while they-

Her steps were perhaps slightly too fast, and she accidentally caught Lena’s eye for a moment before she burst in, the brunette looking like she clearly wanted to murder someone. But Andrea was unperturbed by Kara’s arrival. “Sorry to interrupt!” Kara said, knocking on the door as she swung it open.

“Yes, Ms. Danvers?”

“I-” Kara’s mind drew a blank, before the right excuse fell into her head. “I have an exclusive with Batwoman!”

Andrea hummed in interest, and Kara could feel the daggers Lena was glaring into her.

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Lena glanced down at her drink. 

The winter night was cool enough that she should get something warm - even in National City. But the scotch and rage were keeping her warm enough for now, as she stood on her balcony, looking out over the city’s lights. 

She knew she could be spending another night with Andrea if she wanted. Let off some steam. She knew rationally, Kara finding out wasn’t really Andrea’s fault. But Lena was not in a forgiving mood. She was better off alone and rageful.

A familiar double-tap sounded behind her on her balcony, and Lena’s jaw tightened. “Why are you here?” she demanded, without turning.

“I… I found out something that you didn’t want me to know,” Kara said, and Lena could almost hear the blush in her voice.

“If you think that meant anything-”

“I know it doesn’t,” Kara said. “I’m- I’m just here to tell you something I don’t want you to know.”

Lena’s brow furrowed in confusion, as she turned to look at the bashful blonde. Kara looked back curiously, only partially successful at her attempt to hide her regret. “You think that’s fair?” Lena asked. “You get to choose a secret, because you spied on me?”

“No,” Kara said. “But it’s the best I can do.”

Lena left her drink on the balcony, crossing her arms and glaring at the super, her pose haughty and expectant.

Kara swallowed hard. “I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s eyes widened. What the fuck is she talking about?

“For what it’s worth,” Kara said, looking over the balcony instead of at Lena’s face. “I hear it sometimes, around the city. Supergirl’s easy to fantasize about. I know it’s just lust. ”

Kara paused. “I know it doesn’t mean anything to you. But you mean everything to me. If anyone should feel ashamed, it’s me.”

Before Lena could come up with something she could say, Kara was gone.

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Lena tried to ignore it. Tried to pretend that night never happened. Kara doesn’t love me, she told herself. It’s just another lie.

Her anger boiled over one evening, when Kara landed again at Lena’s balcony, just to call her a villain. Lena didn’t sleep that night, tossing and turning and mumbling in disbelief that Kara would have the audacity.

So the next morning, she showed up at Kara’s door. 

Unslept and frazzled, and perhaps not entirely thinking straight when Kara opened the door, Lena marched in and turned, yelling without preamble. “It’s a fucking lie, Kara, you don’t just get to say that!” Lena shouted.

“What do you mean?”

“If you loved me…” Lena panted, as Kara’s eyes widened. “If you loved me, you couldn’t have hurt me like that!”

“I said I loved you,” Kara said, her voice tight with stress. “I never said I was good at loving you.”

Lena hesitated.

“I know I hurt you,” Kara said. “And I’ll never forgive myself for it. Just like I don’t think you’ll forgive yourself if you keep going with what you’re doing.”

“And you told me, to what? Win me over?”

“I already said, I told you because I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed about shouting for Supergirl-”

“I didn’t shout for Supergirl,” Lena growled.

Kara’s eyes widened at the implication, and Lena felt ice run through her veins as she realized what she had done. Without another word, Lena marched back towards the door, and left.

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Is she right?, Lena thought. Will I regret this?

Has working with Lex ever gone well?

Kara was a liar. A liar. The years of deceit, the crocodile tears at the Pulitzer. This could just be another lie in a long list of lies and manipulations. A means of control. But why didn’t it feel that way?

“I said I loved you. I never said I was good at loving you.”

Lena leaned over her kitchen counter, putting her face in her hands. Could it really be that simple?

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Kara tried to control the pounding of her heart as she made her way through the park.

It was a familiar sight, harking back to the day just a few years ago when Lena had made her announcement - that LuthorCorp would be LCorp. That was no longer true on Earth Prime, of course, but the place made Kara smile. It was one of the first places they had met.

She supposed Lena chose it as neutral ground. LuthorCorp, Catco, the DEO, either of their homes - those places all had much more baggage. But it left Kara asking, why? Why did Lena want to meet at all?

She found Lena by heartbeat before she saw her. Lena was sitting on a bench, sipping from a coffee cup, staring ahead at the park. She turned to Kara, though not quite meeting her eyes, nodding as Kara took a seat next to her.

Moments passed in silence.

“I’m not working with Lex anymore,” Lena said. “I messed up.”

“I messed up too,” Kara said. “I don’t want to lie to you anymore.”

Lena nodded, staring at her hands, swallowing harshly. “I want to try again.”

Kara’s eyes widened, before a small smile crossed her face. “I’d like that.”

“Do you think we can?” Lena asked. “Do you think we can fix this?”

“I have hope.”

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One morning, a couple of months later, an article by Lois Lane caught Kate Kane’s eye. The news page featured a smiling Supergirl, standing tall and proud, with an audacious headline. “America’s Power Bisexual? Supergirl Comes Out.”

She got the girl, Kate thought, her lips quirking into a smile. She reached for her phone, sending off a quick text. “Congratulations, Danvers.”

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Hiii saw your requests open and i thought why not give it a shot. I love your stories, I'm more attached to your style of writing melancholy like on floret, counting coins, better left unsaid and always the angel never the god. So, just a random idea to throw out there you can do whatever with it:

Hiccup and yn were engaged early on. Yn is a bit older and fitter to follow around Stoick to learn how to defend and manage Berk. Yn feels sorry for Hiccup and tries to make him enjoy his youth and time with his friends more while she made him handle the rest. Leading to a misunderstanding that he didn't feel needed when in fact he did have a crush on her with how she doted on him and how cool she looked fighting dragons and ordering people around. While she liked him for his thoughtful caring side but still envied his freedom and creativity.

That's pretty much it idk lmao it was just a word puke. That's just the gist no need to be word for word, if it's too much i completely understand but truly want to praise your eloquence and how you caught me right in the feels augh. Thank you for your time! 🦀

Wildflower

Pairing: Unrequited!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Fiance!Reader

Words: 2113

You never asked to be here.

Tags: Mild age difference, fem!reader, heavy exposition, non-canon politics, original characters

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His arms ached, heavy and stiff as if the body of a sapling had been shot right through the bone. They loosened slightly and dipped under some hefty weight- he paid them no mind, eyes drawn to the wild world on the outside even as he grunted and struggled. 

With a jerk, dropping the sword, he with a strength he’d never really been able to spend on the all things that really mattered. There was a hefty clatter and a clang, the sound no less thick than the bang of a heavy bell or a gong, long metal body slamming and dancing against stone.

 His feet and legs stuttered as he stepped both forwards and back, palms roughly meeting the wood of the counter, bouncing eagerly as if he might begin to run or be startled into action.

There had been a shout- something indignant, deeper than normal, not so much a battle cry yet no less defiant and sure. He thought he might have known it- he had to look. 

The feel of smoothed, aged wood beneath his palms, both flatter and rounder than liquid, solid and uninterrupted- the sound of warring battle-cries from the world outside and the sweltering feel of heat from both the forge and the terrible reign of dragonfire and sharp teeth and clawed mouth- all of it came secondary to his searching, the bulk of him overshadowed by the hefty forge window

It was too early in the battle and the warriors of Berk had been too prepared for there to have been a line outside the door, and well- most of everyone had already left for the other side of the island, where the assault had been most violent.

He felt the burn on the side of his hand as he brought his hand back, grazing it against the side of the table- he’d accidentally pressed it against the face of the sander’s belt. It’d stung and buzzed with a thickness not unlike the feeling of folded cloth crusted in dragon spit or the hard skin on the bottom of an old foot, though the skin on his own palm, he knew, wasn’t so thick or stubborn.

Past raging orange flames and scorching yellows he saw you, lonesome, outlined like a shadow in the light across the clearing. 

Your shoulders were stiff and your stance full as you swung the hard, metal-rimmed bottom of a bucket against the head of a beast- a Gronkle, its thick, green-brown head giving way to a wide maw as it bellowed.

 It bled, its blood splattering across your face as if it were naught but a shock of light or darkness made liquid; as if, instead, it was you who had been violently cut and not it.

There was no vicious, beautiful Astrid here to ogle at- not now, as there had been in the before times and as there would be later- no, just you. 

You, who had been meant for him… At least, he thought so. 

He wasn’t completely confident in the fact- the whole thing went rather unspoken of. It wasn’t a taboo per se, more something that lay heavy, made clear through few words a long time ago then made obscure by the lengths of time and age.

Still, there came a suresty with it even if there wasn’t much of a bond between the two of you, something that, for him, acted as a heavy comfort. In times like these, he leaned into it, felt the lump in his chest beat against it like his bones were nothing but taut leather and wood.

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Blazing red hair, nearly imperceptible against the raging fires as she swung an axe- it took you a while to find any of the others.

Before you was fiery Tove, a tallish Viking girl-woman from a house named ‘Alfson,’ not so influential as it was just there and nearly forgotten. In it, she was like a polished gem among a lot of plain, unassuming stones. She was also a member of your peer group, aged older by about nearly a winter. She’d been born in the warmer month, when the sun was at its hottest and the earth was at its greenest.

You settled by her with crossed arms, close enough to be recognized as part of the group and yet not close enough to hint towards any one specific alliance. 

It was the darkest of nights above yet the fires rendered it light as day. You tried your hardest not to inhale any of the soot as you watched the rest -the two of four, really- fooling, knocking into each other with rough shoulders as you worked where it really mattered.

Your peer group was a large one. The number of you here was only a smallish fraction of a whole, the rest drawn away in the moment by other troubles and politics.

They’d grown complacent in the chaos, used to the raging fires and battle as you all were, carelessly leaving the fires around to burn and eat away at everything. You kept yourself still and casual in spite of it, knowing that, here, words and tussles were just as dangerous as the rock-shattering jaws of any beast.

Brigading was a task born more to temper the fires of the eager younger men more than it was to assure the sanctity of the village, though no task was without its uses- more often than not, however, you all ended up taking up a weapon and battling to your own ends.

Still, you took it seriously. 

You’d not so much been invited into the brigade as you’d one day picked up a bucket and started helping along in silence, though you probably would have been asked along eventually. 

Approval from the others had been slow to garner and yet it was strong, anchoring- you’d no intention of trying to shake it, though you believed it would be hard to.

With the thick wooden handle lying clenched within one hand, you stopped above the smooth, round top of a viking helmet, resting your foot against it as if you were at the edge of a cliff with a sword.

You’d rather be, at least in the day, when the smoke would be blown out and the air fresh and clear.

“-Codswallop!” The one with the protestant words was Duckmaw, who belonged to a set of intimidating burly arms and short-cropped, burned blonde-ish hair typically hidden under a helmet that had made him look bald, soot darkened face scratched and laying posed under your fuzzy brown boot. 

He was unusually brawny and bold for his breed but was also just as soft- he was an Ingerman. Ingermans, though bustingly fierce as any other Viking, also tended to be the most tempered.

“You lot are all the same- tubby poets, you are!” Bjorner spoke back with sharper words. He was the second, and a Thorston, though his second name, Evenson, did not quite match his ties. He also didn’t quite stand on par with his blood, a bit thicker and more prone to jumping into battle than the rest of his clan, who preferred a good bit of taunting first. 

His family was a branch-off- one of many, as there tended to be with the Thorstons. “Gooey hearts and even weaker swords.”

“Your words are of poor taste, though I’d expect no less from a bastard!” Duckmaw shrugged aggressively forwards, jerking away, half turning before he thought to face Bjorner again, stepping closer this time. He looked quite silly with his rounder, younger face and slightly more plump body, standing nearly chest-to-chest with a man who was about two winners his senior.

Absent from your lot were a Hilde and an Arne, who was a plump and tall, honorable nearly-man with blonde hair who was suspiciously absent. Away in a fashion that remained unexplained or pondered was a Jorunn, Frode and Hjerson and a Njal.

“Agh, the lot of them,” Trove spoke appealingly, panting slightly, having brought herself to your side, nudging you in the shoulder. She was thicker than you by about a half and a great deal taller, so her elbow landed more against the top of it than along the side, “We womenfolk know better, yes?”

You gave her a skeptical, apathetic eye before turning your attention back to the conflict, standing still and firm- she hadn’t knocked you hard enough to unbalance you though she had given you quite the hard jab, albeit half of it must have been without intention, the other half with surety and mild competition.

Trove didn’t take so much offense, probably more used to your silence and your stoic behavior now than before, when she also used to grace you with a gruff, judging eye.

“I’m no bastard!” Bjorner barked deeply, squaring his shoulders and stepping forwards again. You couldn’t make out all of it, the sound of splintering wood and the white noise of cooking everything raging for but a moment. “But at least my mother’s no manky whore!”

Gritting his teeth, Duckmaw didn’t back down, even as the thin brown furs still attached to Bjorner’s leather overcoat brushed up against his jaw. His arm- the one facing you- twitched up and down as if he’d wanted to lift it, meaty fists clenching uproariously. “Don’t speak of her that way, you-! You-!”

Your even face did nothing to hide your apathy, even as your eyes stayed trained on them.

Their argument went beyond petty bonds and snippish words- it was, in truth, not their argument at all- more an argument of their house, monoliths of Vikings to which they were of little consequence. It was some tiff over land and the excuse was woodstock. The conflict had grown itself into a mighty feud. 

“Tis the hobby of fools, to spend all their time arguing about their mamies,” Tove said, her freed red hair still doing wonders to blend her in with the fires, some sticking to skin and face, red, pale and slick with sweat like fish’s skin.

You nearly rolled your eyes. As you did, you caught something from the corner of your eye.

“How’ve you lot been doing?” You heard, nearly lost under the crackling of fires and crumbling of houses, the sound of battle-cry off in the distance. He had a plaintive, respectable voice, still somehow smoothe even under the assault of smoke and ash, all male and deep. 

…Ah. Here came the cavalry with a bucket of his own.

You graced swept blonde hair with a nod, what should have been wheat made russet by soot and fire, bursting from the back of Arne’s head where the front was covered by a metal mask- a hazard, as it was, metal being prone to heat and melt under the vicious might of dragon fire. 

You suspected, in a few years, he might have one mighty burn scar running down the side of his face- if he made it out of the whole ordeal alive, as it was. 

His clothes were torn and he sported a bloody gash on one arm- he’d gotten caught up in some battle, then. He was the only one of them who’d already been accepted by the warriors as one of their own, who’d taken up a sword with quiet determination as the rest of them stayed managing buckets.

You occasionally joined him- you hadn’t received any fuss either, and yet… Well, the others needed managing… Watching, more than anything.

He nodded back at you as you levied up your bucket, grasping it by the bottom.

You huffed a breath of hair, blowing away a heavy tuft of soot as it threatened to hit you in the face, unusually large yet very thin, almost enough to be called a burnt wood scrap.

“-That’s what I thought,” Bjorner said maliciously, distantly- he’d jerked forward, and during the time you’d been distracted, Duckmaw, younger and more naive, had faltered. 

You stilled. It didn’t matter so much who was what in this minor, petty battle of wills. It wouldn’t change the outcome. 

It was only by an odd fluke of politics that you’d ended up here, a fisher’s girl from nowhere island, and so while not at all illicit in origin, you were no better than a bastard. 

Here, in this world of blood and fire there was no room for the girl in the woods. You knew that with a quiet, simmering surety, painfully aware of the small square booklet in your back pocket, padding against your thigh as you moved, fresh leather delicately held shut with a clasp, pressing deeply the dulling, colored faces of soft, pressed flowers.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Hey hun, I need some hobie comfort. Basically been in a terrible headspace liking planning my final letter type of mind. (not important) anyway I'm usually numb when it comes to these things, so based on something that happened a few weeks back. Miguel is in a bad mood and just lays it into y/n. And needless to say she bursts and full out sobs her heart out, knee dropping type pain from having it built up for weeks and hobie just comforting her. (if you're up to it lovie❤️ have a good day)

I'm so sorry that you're feeling this way :( I hope you can get into a better place soon!! I hope what I wrote helps <3

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The door shut behind you with a SLAM as you practically ran out of Miguel's office, leaving him behind to yell at the wall rather than you. He'd been in a "bad mood" this past week and it seemed as though he needed an outlet. That outlet ended up being the first person he could see, which, of course, ended up being you.

So you'd accidentally dropped one of his gadgets earlier. It didn't break or anything, so why was he so angry? Why did he-why did everyone have to take everything out on you?

You tried your hardest not to cry as you shoved your way into one of the many cramped closets littering HQ and closed the door behind you. You sat down, curling up against the wall of the dark, tight room as you panted, slowly letting the tears stream down your face.

Your sobs were just barely muffed by your knees as you cried, harder than you'd cried in a long time, making it seem as though by the time you were done, there'd be a large puddle of your own tears beneath you.

But then, the noise just barely hidden by your loud, raspy exhales, you heard three soft knocks. You quieted yourself, not even bothering to lift your head.

"Darling? You in here?"

Hobie.

You must've ran past him on your way here without even noticing. You stayed silent, hoping he'd just leave you alone. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"Come on dove, just let me in." He knocked again, refusing to take no for an answer as the handle of the door jiggled.

You simply curled yourself up even tighter. He wouldn't be able to get through the lock, would he? At least, he wouldn't try that hard...right?

But to your dismay, not even a brass lock would be able to stop Hobie Brown from coming in to comfort his girl.

The door swung open and he stood there, a shocked look on his face. When he saw you sitting there on the ground, all bundled up like a child, his expression softened and he frowned.

"Hey, you" he said gently, crouching down in front of you, long arms reaching out towards you to pull you into a hug. "What happened?"

You didn't look at him as he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a bittersweet smile and rubbing your back. He stayed silent for another moment before sighing.

"You don't want to talk? Alright. That's okay. I'll just stay here with you, baby." He whispered, nuzzling his nose into your hair and holding you tight.

"he yelled at me." You sniffled quietly after a beat. Hobie's expression perked up when he heard your voice and he smiled softly into your hair. "He yelled at you?" He asked gently.

"Mhmm." you nodded, wiping at your wet, teary eyes before burying your face in his chest. He chuckled softly in response, pulling off his vest and wrapping it around you to hold you even closer, hands settling on your back. "That bastard." He muttered, lips grazing the top of your forehead. "You want me to go piss him off?"

"No." You sniffled again, shaking your head. "He'll just be more mad." You felt the tears welling up in your eyes again and hid your face in his neck, shivering slightly as you began to cry.

"Aww, dove..." He looked as though he might start crying himself as he snuggled you, kicking the door closed with his foot so that the two of you could be in total privacy. "What's going on with you? You don't usually get this worked up over him.

"I don't know." You sobbed, pulling back slightly. He immediately held you tighter, forcing your head back onto his neck. "No, no, it's okay, keep crying. It's okay."

You relaxed against him, letting the tears just fall out as you tried to calm yourself. "Shhh. You're doing good, baby, keeping crying. Let it all out." He cooed, pulling you into his lap and rocking you gently.

As you slowly began to calm down, he cupped your face in his hands, looking into your tear-stained face for the first time. "My poor peng" he cooed again, kissing your forehead and holding you against his chest.

"I'm just so tired of being yelled at, 'Bie." You whispered, closing your eyes again as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"I know, baby, I know" He said gently, laying back against the wall so he could prop you up against him. "Next time he yells at you, you come to me, right? I'll take care of him."

"Okay" you said, mustering up a smile for him as you wiped your wet face again. At seeing this, his expression immediately lit up and he kissed you, holding you close. "Cuz no one yells at my dove. No one." He said again, kissing all over your face, cleaning your face of your tears before nuzzling your neck. "Especially not that dictator wanker."

You giggled, closing your eyes and pulling his warm vest around yourself a little tighter as he held you, rocking you like a baby, back and forth, side to side, whispering in your ear about how much he loves you.

"I love youuu" He teased, "I love you my little doe"

"Doe? You mean dove?" You asked, looking up at him curiously. At this, he just laughed harder, holding your face in his hands. "You know, a doe, a baby deer. You look like a doe with those big, gorgeous eyes of yours"

You shook your head, laughing as he kissed your nose, just barely pressing his lips against the tip before hugging you again.

"My lovely little doe. I'm not gonna let anyone yell at you again, alright?"

"I love you, 'Bie."

He grinned a shit-eating grin, knowing that he'd finally succeeded at cheering you up. "I love you too, darling. More than you'd ever know."

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i just read your harry osborn fic and let me tell you it’s so cute and beautiful!! i was wondering if you can do a fic of him where he breaks the table? and how the reader helps calm him down? thank you sm!! 🫶

my first request??? i’ve made it???

but anyways of course i can thank u sm for requesting 🥹 sorry it’s bad and took so long <3

heart to heart

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!superhero!reader. angst.

synopsis ⋆ something isn’t right with harry, and while you can’t fix him you can certainly calm him down.

warnings ⋆ spiderman 2 spoilers, swearing | wc: 782

peter called you in a panic, demanding you get to his house as fast as possible.

“what’s going on? pete?” you asked, you were on a rooftop in the city when he had called you.

“i can’t explain right now please, just get there. it’s harry.” his voice cracked, and hearing harry’s name woke you up.

“be there soon.” you said hanging up.

despite thinking you would get there first, as you reached to open the front door to aunt mays home, peter swung in landing right next to you. he gave you a nod of acknowledgment and slammed open the door, you took it as a queue to run in behind him.

“MJ! where’s-“ peter yells out as u both run to the dining room, “harry..” he says as you spot harry and mj sitting down having coffee together, mj’s brows furrowed, her body tense.

“oh hey guys.” harry says nonchalantly, “you look tense, coffee?” he says as a black tentacle reaches out of his arm to refill mj’s cup, she looks terrified as you feel your hand heat up. harry smirks at you.

“we need to talk.” peter said, harry retracts the tentacle.

“you two must get so tired making the world a better place, every. single day.” harry sighs, standing up, “but i can help.”

“harry. please let us help you first.” he looked over his shoulder narrowing his eyes at you, a chill ran up your spine.

“this isn’t you” mj cuts in

“wrong.” he glares at her

“harry…please” you pleaded, he looks at you, his expression softening, but disappears in seconds causing your hand to ignite in flames.

“this is the real me.” harry remarked, jaw clenching he walks over behind mj, “i finally have the power to realise our vision, are you giving up on me?”

you tense as he puts his hand on mj’s back while staring directly towards you, mj catches your eye too as she flinches from the touch.

“harry. we need to get that thing off you-“ peter states but is cut off, as harry smashs the table.

“do not. call us. a thing.” harry demands, black tentacles covering his arms.

“oh my god.” you mutter, “what… what if we take it off to make it more powerful harry? don’t you want that?” you say trying to trick him.

“we. are not harry.” he says, tears slip out of your eyes onto your cheeks.

“please listen to me, my voice.” your voice cracks as you plead, recalling the night peter had been infected and the only person to calm harry’s anger was you, why didn’t it work now? your hand was no longer burning, as you focused on harry, “can we please figure out your… power,” you chose your words carefully, “so we- we can fix the world properly.”

the tentacles slowly retracted, as harry looked into your wide eyes.

“-having power like this is to help people yes, but we can hurt peop-“ his jaw clenched at your choice of words, “accidentally! we can hurt people accidentally no matter how good our powers are! we need to figure out yours s-so that doesn’t happen, you only want to help people right?” you stepped closer to him until your hand was over his heart.

he nods at your words, “okay- fuck. fine okay.” harry says, snapping out of a trance he seemed to have been in, peter and mj share a worried look, “we can figure out h-how we got like this.” he seemed to be choosing his words carefully too to not upset the alien on him, you winced at the use of ‘we’

“okay… okay good.” you swallowed as your throat had to began to feel dry, “-this happened to me too okay? when i got my powers, i know you weren’t there but i-i had to get tests too.” you lied to him, but he didn’t seem to pick up on it like he usually could, he brought his hand up to squeeze the one you had over his heart.

he smiles at you as if he hadn’t smashed a table and didn’t have mj and peter holding hands in fear, “lets go to the labs. i want to get this over and done with as soon as possible.” there was a grumble added to his voice as he spoke, you could have started sobbing right then and there at the sight of black veins protruding on his neck. you turned to nod to peter and mj as you exit the house, peter gave you a sad expression.

you were able to stall him being fully taken over by that thing, but you didn’t think it would last long.

[pink-pkmn-trainer]

i did it. i fucking did it. abstragedy be upon you all. finally.

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Zooble watched from a distance as the ringmaster shoved everyone into the portal that had just appeared. They had decided to opt out of today’s adventure, so it was just them in the circus for today. Which they didn’t mind at all, in fact, they were happy to have alone time. It gave them a chance to think clearly without any interruption from any crazy people.

“Zooble, my dear!” Caine shouted as he teleported directly in front of them out of nowhere. Ugh. Speaking of crazy people…

“Don’t call me that.” they grumbled. “I’m not your dear.”

“Right, my apologies!” the dentures replied. “But since everyone else is over at the Candy Canyon Kingdom, I was thinking that maybe you, me, and Bubble could-”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“...Ooookay. That’s a no, then. So, um…in that case, I guess you can just do whatever you want.” And with that, he was gone as quickly as he had appeared.

Zooble rolled their eyes as they began to wander aimlessly. Why was it that they could never seem to catch a break? Oh well, at least now they had a bit of time to themselves. Hopefully Caine wouldn’t bother them again. It wasn’t long before their thoughts began to wander as well.

They recalled the events of the previous day, where they were kidnapped by the Gloinks and fed to their queen. They remembered the look of fear and worry on Gangle's face when they were carried off. And they remembered how, when Kinger had failed to grab them with his floating hands, they thought “If only Gangle was the one saving me”. She would've known what she was doing, plus they would've gotten to be held gently by her...

…Huh. Weird.

Brushing away those thoughts, they started to look around the giant main room. There wasn't really anything new to see, but there were things to notice. Like the dark red color of the curtains that hung over the stage, and how it reminded them of Gangle's red ribbon body. There was something so cute about the way it would wrap around you completely when she hugged you, and-

Zooble suddenly realized what they were doing, and patted their own face, bringing themselves back to reality. They just couldn't seem to focus today…

They tried to lean on one of the gigantic blocks in the room like it was a wall, but they unexpectedly slipped and hit the floor with a hard thud. Luckily there wasn't anyone around to see their embarrassing little tumble, but as they lay there shocked, they thought about all the times they saw Gangle trip and fall. Her body was so flimsy, it wasn't a surprise that it happened often. But no matter what, she always managed to get up again, which was something to be admired. And sometimes when they helped her up, she’d thank them and they’d feel all warm and fuzzy-

Zooble sat up in a panic and tapped the heel of their hand against their forehead, as if trying to shake the thoughts out of their brain. Why were they thinking like this? What was happening? 

They stood up frantically and began to walk in the direction of the hallway where everyone’s rooms were. They were supposed to go to their room, but their mind was so plagued with thoughts of Gangle, they accidentally walked to her room instead, which only made them feel worse. They slammed their forearms against the door and groaned in frustration. The door just swung open and they fell again. Zooble was feeling awful by this point, the thoughts were nice and all, but they had no idea why they were thinking these things and it was scaring the $&*! out of them. They eventually sat up and took in the sight of Gangle’s room. 

Most of the decor and furniture was in the same range of colors as Gangle herself; dark red and white shades, though things like the bedframe, wardrobe and vanity were all made of dark brown wood. Every surface was covered in craft supplies, plushies, manga, and other such things. Despite the clutter, the room was pleasant and cozy.

As if by instinct, Zooble stepped into the room and started to look around. They weren’t trying to snoop or anything, it was just that being in the room made them feel closer to the ribbon girl…if that made any sense. They eventually settled themselves into a corner, next to a box of art stuff. It was peaceful, sitting there in Gangle’s room. They sighed with relief, not feeling quite so lonely anymore. The mix-and-match toy felt like they might even fall asleep like this…

“ZOOBLE!!”

Zooble lept in place, startled by the sudden yell. Of course Caine had to ruin this for them.

“Caine, what the #&*%!?!?”

“Apologies, my mismatched pal! I simply wanted to check on you! And you had me worried for a while, I couldn’t find you anywhere!” He looked around the room with a puzzled expression. “...Why are you in Gangle’s room??”

Zooble felt their breath snag in their throat. He probably thought they were a creep or something. And they couldn’t blame him.

“...I don’t have a good answer to that question.”

Caine frowned at them. Or at least, they thought it was a frown. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling a little bit of FOMO about today’s adventure?” he inquired. Zooble would’ve laughed at his choice of words if they weren’t so lost in thought still.

“I’m fine, just lonely is all.”

“Lonely? Well, we simply can’t have that! Perhaps I could spawn in an NPC for you to talk to? Or you could hang out with me and Bubble! My offer still stands!”

Zooble drew in a sharp inhale, unsure of how to explain everything to the ringmaster.

“It's a bit more complicated than that. The truth is, I…miss someone.”

“Miss someone?” Caine was confused. His gaze wandered the room briefly, and when he looked at the portrait on the open door, it all suddenly made sense. A soft, sympathetic look faded onto his face, and he lowered himself to the ground, seating himself next to Zooble.

“…You miss Gangle?”

Zooble was surprised he got it so quickly, but nodded. They looked down at the box they were seated next to, their eyes falling on a roll of red satin ribbon. They picked it up and started to slowly wrap it around their hand. It felt almost exactly like they imagined it would feel to hold hands with Gangle…they felt their face grow warmer at the thought. They suddenly became aware of Caine mumbling something, but they couldn’t quite hear him. “What?”

“I’m sure she misses you too.”

Zooble blushed at the kind statement. “Oh…thanks.” They were silent for a long moment, then yawned and leaned on the box a little more. In their drowsy state, they didn’t even notice when Caine tiptoed out of the room and shut the door behind him. It only took a moment for them to fall into a deep sleep.

Gangle tumbled out of the portal back into the main room of the circus, clutching the shattered pieces of her comedy mask as tightly as she could. As she and everyone else stood up and grumbled, Caine appeared in front of them and did his usual greeting, with all the same sickly sweet enthusiasm.

“Welcome back, superstars! I trust you all had a fun time at the Candy Canyon Kingdom?”

The sound of groaning and complaining arose from the group, which the ringmaster ignored as usual. But after he presented the performers with their reward, his jaw curled into a grin as he drifted towards Gangle, and simply said:

“Someone’s waiting for you.”

Gangle had no idea what he meant by that. She allowed him to lead her to her room, where he swung the door open to reveal…Zooble? To her surprise, the mix-and-match character was sitting in the corner of her room, fast asleep, with a bunch of satin ribbon wrapped around their hand. Her initial look of shock quickly turned into a soft smile as she stepped closer and sat down next to them.

“Have they been waiting here the whole time?” she asked, her eyes still fixed on Zooble’s sleeping face. Caine grinned cheerfully as he answered her question. “Indeed they have! I must say, you have a good friend on your hands!”

“Yeah. A good friend.” she mumbled to herself. She leaned in and planted a kiss on the sharp corner of Zooble's triangular head, a faint pink blush appearing on her porcelain cheeks. Caine's jaw curled into another wide grin as he shut the door. It was just the two of them now. A girl made of ribbons and a mix-and-match toy…

Both of them, hopelessly in love.

[xoxo-surfergirl]

A Very Targaryen Holiday - Dark!Aemond x Strong!Niece

Part I

summary: Lucera and Aemond reunite with their families to spend the holidays together. Aemond wasn’t always nice to her when he was younger, but has he changed?

notes: the main pairing in this is aemond x strong niece, but I guess I did write it as aemond x fem!lucerys velaryon. Whichever floats your boat more! aemond is not the nicest in this, but this fic is a mix of fluff and smut (but none of the fluff comes from aemond, lol). Slight dubcon, rough oral sex, and attempts at humor. There are no physical descriptions of Lucera besides her having long hair. There is a second part, which I will be posting soon. I cross post on ao3, with essentially the same username (just without the hypen) xoxosurfergirl! I hope you enjoy!!!! <3

Lucera took a deep inhale, followed by a deep exhale. Indulging in her breath usually helped whenever her nerves began to get the best of her. Her suitcase was cracked open in front of her, waiting for her to stuff it.

A few fancy dresses. A few long sleeves—it could get cold there at night. Several pairs of pants. A tank top just in case. A swim suit for the hot tub. More underwear than she needed.

She ran back to her dresser to grab the last few items required to fulfill her trip, when her door swung open loudly. Baela was able to nearly leap from the door to the bed, causing her comforter and pillows to jump from impact.

Her curls splayed out onto the bed in a halo. “I’ve always loved your bed. It’s the softest out of all of ours, you know.”

Lucera looked at her, unease crawling its way through her stomach and up her throat. “Yeah, well. You can always ask mother for a new one.”

Baela softened her face. “Luce, I know this is weird for you.”

“No, no. It’s fine, really, it’s just been awhile.” Lucera folded her clothes to keep her hands focused.

“It’s not really fine. I know we haven’t talked about it for a long time, but I know how weird it must feel for you.”

Lucera sighed. “It’s just, everything might be completely normal you know? And I’m anxious about nothing.”

Baela sat up on the bed, making deep eye contact with Lucera. “Don’t discount your feelings. It’s been four years since we’ve seen them, and for very good reason. Let me remind you that after you accidentally maimed him, he did try to hurt you. On purpose.” Lucera looked away, but Baela continued. “The only reason why we haven’t celebrated Christmas with them is because there were so many close calls and mother noticed”

She remembered the “close calls”. If only they had known all of the times the calls weren’t so close, but no one was there to see it.

“I know, I just wonder sometimes if it’s all in my head. Nothing really happened,” Lie. “I’m the only one who actually hurt someone.” A deep sense of shame leaked through Lucera’s chest, one that she had been trying for years to tame.

But Baela wouldn’t let her stew. “It was an accident, Luce. It’s okay. I’ll tell you as many times as you need to understand it. But what he was doing was not an accident. Remember the year he locked you in Grandfather’s industrial freezer for half an hour? Any longer than that and you would have died. Remember last time he took an ornament and forced you to crush it with your hand so you’d get glass stuck in your skin? Remember when he tried to slam your arm in the oven but Jace stopped him? Remember that other year he almost drowned you in the hot tub? There are even more than this, Lucera. You are perfectly right to be nervous about seeing him again.”

The walls in her mind were crumbling with Baela’s narration of the past holidays. These were memories Lucera had done her best to stifle, but they always returned louder than ever. She would never tell Baela that she had let him do these things, or that there were several more incidents that no one else knew about, because she had always felt like he deserved some form of retribution for losing his eye at her hand.

Aemond had always taken a keen interest in her. He had always followed her, watched her intently. It wasn’t hard to take notice of it. Everyone had.

But everyone had written it up to be nothing beyond youth fascination. Children stare at each other all the time. There was nothing peculiar about Aemond’s behavior.

It was only after the accident that his attention on her took a slight new meaning. Although hesitant at first to resume the previous non-concern from the rest of her family, time had worn away the worry it had initially caused. It had allowed for much else between them to take place.

“Thank you, Bae. I am nervous, but part of me does think we’ve all changed a bit. I certainly have.” And she had. They are adults now. It would be weird if he was still into torture. Most kids grow out of it.

“Exactly. We were weird teenagers and now we’re actually older. I’m sure we’ve all changed a lot since then.”

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The snow crunched under their tires, a fresh coat not yet salted by the city. Lucera recognized the skyscrapers in the distance, and her face softened when she saw the telltale curves of the family company’s building peak around the corner. Although it had been some time since she had visited their family townhouse in the city, she remembered the streets like she had lived there her whole life.��Happy Little Treats, the best bakery in the city. Blackie’s, the best diner on the East Side.

Her, Rhaena, Jace, and Baela had decided to drive separately from their parents, who also had Joanie with them, as well as little Aemma and Viserra. It was much easier to take two cars, especially when they knew they would probably want to go out at different times from their parents who had two little ones. Poor Joanie, too young to be with the older girls all the time, but also far too old to be stuck with Aemma and Viserra, was doomed to float between the two groups.

The radio was tuned to holiday music, and the girls delighted in singing along to every song that rang through the speakers.

As they were closing in on their destination, Baela intercepted the music with her normal speaking voice, the first to do so in over an hour. “What do you think they all look like now?”

Rhaena was the first to answer. “I’m not sure about Aegon or Aemond, but Helaena and I see each other at uni. She’s radiant and beautiful, as she always has been.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you've mentioned seeing her around.” Baela replied.

Rhaena smiled, and shook her head down. “Yeah, she’s the coolest, honestly.”

Baela laughed. “Out of those three? It’s no competition.”

Jacaera’s breath fogged up the window as she spoke. “I’ve seen Aegon and Aemond in passing at uni as well. They seem alright. Aegon is no longer the tall one.”

Lucera perked at this. Aemond? Tall?  She shook her head. “I swear I forget we all go to the same school sometimes. There’s just so many people I never see them.”

“Aemond is tall now? Wow. I’ll have to see it to believe it.” Baela jeered.

Jacaera drew a heart in the fogged glass before turning and facing the rest of her sisters. “Yes! It was honestly shocking at first. I barely recognized him, but I saw the eyepatch and knew immediately.”

Oh right. The eye patch. Lucera sighed. Baela moved her hand to sit atop hers in acknowledgement.

A right turn here, a left turn there, and the chateaux-style massive townhouse came into view. The four stories were gaudily embellished by baroque trim, with a massive oak door calling attention to its center. Wreaths were attached to the base of every windowsill, and a candle placed in each window. They watched as Rhaenyra and Daemon pulled Aemma and Viserra out of their carseats, having arrived a few moments before they did. Joanie was looking up at the mass of the townhouse, most likely counting how many windows there were, trying to remember which room was what.

Two men Lucera didn’t recognize dressed in all black greeted her parents, and Daemon smiled and gave him his car keys.

Rhaena twisted the steering wheel to pull up right behind them, and the other man dressed in black immediately jumped to open all of their car doors. Lucera felt like she was moving in slow motion the way the man was everywhere at once, and by the time she had stepped onto the sidewalk, he already had the trunk thrown open and was lifting their suitcases next to her.

“Thank you!” Lucera said enthusiastically, trying to cut through his quickness.

The house—if it could be called such a humble thing, loomed above her. She felt as if she was stepping into all holidays past, where he lingered with the bitter taste of sadism.

The large doors eased open, beckoning them inside. When she peaked in, she saw Daemon’s black trench coat deep in the arms of her grandfather, Rhaenyra to his side, buried in Alicent with a beaming smile of delight. They let go, embracing one another in turn. Viserys could barely contain his excitement at the sight of the little ones, having crouched down to greet them. Lucera noticed the exact moment he caught sight of the rest of her and her sisters, and his joy multiplied ten times over.

“Oh, my girls! My girls.” He said, reaching in to hug each one of them. “I couldn’t be more happy to have all of my family in one place again.”

Greetings were further extended to Alicent. It must have been an exhausting process for Viserys and Alicent, she guessed, since there were so many of them.

Alicent addressed the group. “I was just telling your parents, the rest of them are lost in the house somewhere. I’m sure you’ll see them shortly.”

The girls nodded, and Joanie said something about being excited to see Daeron. The flurry of movement divided as everyone was sent to their rooms to unpack.

Alicent nodded to a staircase on her left. “I put you girls up in the kid’s wing.”

Jacaera laughed, playfulness in her voice. “Only some of us are still kids.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” Alicent waved her hand downwards. “You’ll always be children to me.”

Climbing up three floors was exhausting without the bag, and Lucera could hardly imagine doing it with the extra weight in tow. She looked at the house staff carrying her and her sisters bags, and felt a bit sorry for them.

After reaching her rooms, she was delighted to see that she had a window overlooking the front sidewalk. There were fresh winter roses placed delicately in an opaque white vase on her bedside table, the blue jumping out against the walls of her bedroom.

Her nerves were reaching an all time high. She still hadn’t seen Aemond, yet he was here. But her thoughts were interrupted when Baela swung open her door.

Lucera turned to look at her. “Do you ever knock?”

Baela spun around and leaned exaggeratingly against the door frame before saying, “Not with you, I don’t. All of us girls are going to the hot tub. Put your bathing suit on.”

Lucera smiled, and unzipped her suitcase. “I’ll be ready in five. Wait for me?”

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The hot tub was roiling, jets pumping near blistering water against their backs. It was heavenly. Their hair was tied up in variations of buns and pony tails, the ends tickling their necks.

Rhaena had been intently looking at the back of the townhouse. “It’s so crazy to be back here after all these years.”

“It’s hardly changed since then. It feels like I’m stepping into a place frozen in time.” Jacaera marveled.

Helaena chuckled at their insight. “I’m sure it feels that way. I haven’t been to Dragonstone in forever either.”

Jacaera turned to her in revelation. “Gods that’s right! You should come stay with us for the summer. The beach is so warm then.”

“Yeah! Maybe when we all finish up our finals Helaena can just come home with us?” Rhaena said in agreement.

“I’d be happy if you had me,” Helaena replied. “What are all you studying anyways?”

Baela went first. “I’m studying business, with a concentration on finance.”

Lucera seconded her. “Me as well.”

Jacaera tagged at the end of Lucera's agreement. “Also me.”

Helaena laughed. “All you three planning to work for the family business, then?”

“Something like that. Jacaera, Baela, and I will take over after Rhaenyra and Daemon.” Lucera answered. “After Viserys passes, of course. It will be awhile, but there’s a lot to learn anyways.”

“Aemond’s going to do the same. Aegon isn’t interested in being a part of Hightower Associates, and neither am I, but Aemond is preparing to take over after our grandfather. Have you seen him around uni?”

Baela chuckled. “We were just talking about that,” she looked at Jacaera. “Only Jace has, really.”

“Hm. That’s funny considering he’s also in your department.” Helaena remarked.

“Right? I mean the library is huge, but it can’t be that large. I’m there all the time.” Jacaera pondered.

“Knowing him, he probably found a secret room and lives out of it”. Helaena sighed. “He doesn’t go out too much, and he’s really focused on his work.”

Lucera thought about the growing man Aemond had morphed into. One who was deeply integrated and committed to his family business, just as she. It only meant he had gotten more cutthroat. It’s the only way to survive in the world of finance they were thrust into. None of the top hedge fund managers, heads of banking families, or titans of brokers reached and stayed where they were because they were the most virtuous. To survive in this world meant being vicious at times.

A trait that ran in the family, clearly.

“We’ll probably run into him one of these days.” Baela acquiesced. “What are you studying again Helaena?”

“Studio art, concentrating on painting. Aegon is doing the same, but focusing on photography. We both much prefer it to the chaos of the family business.” She said proudly, until she realized the context of the conversation. “Not that I’m putting you down for choosing it, or anything.”

Jacaera giggled. “No, we get it. It is pretty chaotic.”

The hot tub had gone from the initial burn, to comfortable, to boiling again as the conversations ebbed and flowed through several different interests of theirs, such as their love lives and the semester's hook-ups, with extra time spent on the more embarrassing ones. It was truly Baela dominating the bulk of the conversation, hardly anyone else had anything to add apart from a meager makeout here and there.

Baela was also newly introduced to the term “situationship”, as the rest of them deduced she was most certainly in one with Adam Hull.

“Just because we sleep in the same bed most nights doesn’t mean we’re together.” She objected.

Helaena was set on getting her to admit it. “And does he stay in the morning? Do you do any other activities together?”

Baela scoffed. “We get dinner sometimes. And go to the movies every Tuesday, but that’s only because tickets are half-off on Tuesdays. And we go to the gym together. But it’s nothing, really.”

Helaena tried to ease her into it. “You do realize that is essentially a relationship, besides you have no direct commitment or any expectations? Someone is going to get hurt eventually.”

Lucera rolled her eyes. “And it’s probably him. Gods Baela, the man is probably in love with you and you are too daft to see it.”

All eyes on her, Baela was lost in the processing of this new information, until she remembered who and where she was, and quickly found a way to deflect it. “Oh shut up. Says you, you’re like the genuine version of a pick-me girl. Every man who looks at you falls in love with you.”

Lucera rolled her eyes. “You’re exaggerating.”

A smile crept across Baela’s lips, successfully removing the attention away from her situationship. “Um, no I’m not. What of Tyrek Lannister? Gerrick Greyjoy? Dorren Stark? And that’s only from this quarter.” She used her hands to prove her point, counting them on her fingers.

Lucera threw up her arms. “I can’t help it! Honestly! Besides, I don’t lead anyone on, just have maybe a kiss or two.” The rest of the girls sang a chorus of oos, bringing a blush through her cheeks.

“And who was the best out of them?” Jacaera coaxed.

“It hardly matters,” Lucera drawled, “but, it was Gerrick.”

“Hm. I’m surprised it wasn’t Stark.” Rhaena gave a side-long glance at Jacaera. “I’ve heard good things about Stark men.”

Jacaera’s face flushed, praying the heat from the tub would conceal her thoughts. Naturally, everyone noticed, but chose to spare their easily flustered sister.

Helaena looked her in the eyes, and threw her a trusting wink.

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As the day wore on, Lucera’s anticipation of seeing Aemond waxed and waned. She thought it would have happened by now—if they were still kids, it surely would have, being at the age where presence around the family was required. She thought of the many places he could be, the things he could be doing, but it was difficult to imagine someone she hadn’t seen in several years. It was nearly impossible to conceive of it, and it only raised her nerves.

Dinner passed along quietly, winter soup and charcuterie being served on a come-and-go basis in the parlor to account for the rush of her family’s arrival and the need for a little bit of flexibility in their schedule. Afterall, there was still much planned for the day: they were going to the ballet, and everyone would be attending.

In front of her vanity, Lucera examined herself in the mirror. She lifted the delicate silver chain to secure it around her neck, the deep crescent moon in its center sitting in the joint of her collarbones. She didn’t try to examine her reasonings for being extra fickle about what she wore, but it was hard to escape his presence in them. It had been so long, and she didn’t want him to think her ugly. He either had changed for the better and would no longer say his cruel thoughts aloud, hadn’t changed and would say that and so much more, or he had gotten worse. A shudder rippled through her as she tried to imagine how that could be possible, but what if it was?

She wanted him to look at her and see how much she had changed, that she was no longer a girl anymore. And perhaps, if he had any lingering thoughts of resentment, that could lend him to realizing that she was no longer deserving of his hostility.

Her nerves from earlier had thawed, and amongst the remains was a newfound confidence. Her mary janes clicked on the sidewalk, her self-assuredness carrying through her legs. She reached into the SUV where her family was waiting for her.

Rhaenyra, holding Aemma on her left leg, reached over and grabbed her hand. “You look radiant, darling.”

Jacaera patted the seat next to her. “Something got your spirits up?”

“Nothing in particular, just had a good day.” And it was true. The day had been knotless. She had been surprised by its ease, and delighted just the same.

Once the tires slowed and the doors slid open, she reached her hand around to grab the frame, the other taking Daemon’s hand to step out of the car. The marquee hung gaudily above them, its essence of performance steeped in its display. She looked around for the Hightowers, who had pulled in ahead of them. She found Alicent’s thick calico fur shawl, trailing to Helaena’s platinum hanging down her back, to…

Her throat seized. Was that really him? His back was set against her, but she could see Aegon’s side profile, meaning the other one must be him.

Jacaera was right, he is tall. She had never pictured him with his hair long. Her sisters poured out of the car to stand alongside her.

Baela was the first to acknowledge it aloud. “Gods, I hardly recognize them.”

The slamming of the car doors must have carried, and he turned around from his mother to face the rest of them.

His hair swung gently, and she caught the moment his eye landed on her. His eyepatch looked menacing, scar tracing just outside of it. While holding her gaze, he upturned his lips into a tight smirk.

Their families approached each other, not too far away to begin with.

Aegon looked delighted to see his cousins, endearing them each. His face had filled out on the edges, and he hadn’t grown an inch. Aemond upheld his apathetic image, looking slightly uninterested, but they knew him better—-he simply always looked that way. Her sisters took turns pulling each of them into hugs with their greetings.

When Aemond reached her, he regarded her for several moments, his dark smile returning. “You’ve changed, Luce.”

She straightened her back, ignoring the way he was openly sliding his eye across her from head to toe. “So have you.”

He surprised her by pulling her deep in his chest, bending his neck down to whisper in her ear. “I haven’t forgotten our little games.” Before she could respond, he released her.

Baela had witnessed the interaction from a few paces away, her eyes still on Aemond, who had gone to greet Rhaenyra. Lucera walked up to her.

She fell into step beside Baela, through the doors, tickets in hand. “What did he say to you?”

Back and forth, she contemplated telling her the truth. Through her childhood, she had never been fully honest through the extent to which he hurt her. Rhaenyra had questioned, Daemon had asked, and her sisters had pushed after her wellbeing once the accidents had been exposed as something more purposeful. Lucera knew her parents were smarter than she, but they also didn’t push the subject when she refused to yield.

She didn’t quite know why, though she supposed it was because she felt she owed Aemond her pain. It was the least she could do for taking his sight. He hadn’t permanently damaged her, afterall. Even though he got close, she reminded herself.

Her mind completed its process, and Lucera would continue her pattern with conflict as she always had. “Just that we all look older now.”

“Hm.” She grabbed Lucera’s arm, looping it in hers, voice quieting. “He looks like a fucking super villian.”

Lucera couldn’t bite back her amusement. “He really does, doesn’t he?”

She didn’t want to think about what else he looked like. Attractive, for one. It felt like a sin to even say it in her mind. Lucera was startled by how menacing he looked, but it suited him. His face was lined in hardness and brutality, his lone purple eye allowing for expression.

His walk bled dominance, something she could do without recognizing. But it was hard to ignore the complex grace in his movements, how every turn of his head and lift of his hand was controlled and measured.

Her eyes kept finding him unwillingly, absorbing the man he had become. Lucera couldn’t help herself, needing to remind herself to keep her gaze anywhere but him. He would notice. Baela would notice. Daemon would notice.

After getting their tickets scanned, she and Baela followed their entourage to their seats. The gilded plasterwork came alive from the walls, creating deep shadows, brightening the jewel tones that sat there. The lattice work was interladened with cherubs holding glowing sconces and foliated candelabras. Figurative and floral murals and abstracts curled and jumped from the ceilings, each framed by golden trim. The proscenium arch jutted out gently from the stage, red curtain dropped to hide the rest of the stage.

Their seats were hoisted on the second floor in the box on stage right. Lucera smiled to herself. She knew whoever had bought their tickets did so knowing that the best view would be from above, so they could see the aerial perspective of the dancer’s intricate formations. If she had to guess, it was probably Alicent.

She had sat in the first row of seats, between Jacaera and Baela, while he sat in the second, off to the side, closer to the stage. The curvature of the seats allowed for her to see him out of the corner of her eye, his side profile unmistakable. As she gauged where he was in relation to her, he caught her eye. He brazenly smirked towards her, and then looked away. She ran her fingers over the front of her dress, needing the movement to keep her grounded. Shortly after, the curtains opened and she breathed relief at the comfort that she would have something else to focus on.

It wasn’t as easy as she had hoped.

As they progressed through the suites, Lucera was trying to tame her gaze, pulling and forcing it to remain ahead on anything but him. There was so much to look at, too—the dancer’s tutus and tights, skin and hair was alight with glitter catching every ray of stage light. The way they moved, their arms pouring up and down, their legs fluttering across the stage. Glissade en arriere to arabesque. The live orchestra in the pit, the sliding of their bows, the dancing of their fingers. She had so much to choose from. And it worked for a time, until she remembered his presence, and she had to pull her gaze forward again.

He caught her once or twice, and returned her wandering eyes with the same haughty smile.

She didn’t know if it should scare her, but it definitely made her feel something. Like she wanted to push the button to reveal a secret. Perhaps it was curiosity; she was a woman now, and can’t possibly be pushed around like she used to. He wouldn’t kill her. Not now at least. It would have had to happen years ago, when he was still a child and could get away with “accidental” murder. At present, he’d go to prison for manslaughter. Right? He has to know that. And he himself is a man grown, who has risen above such ideas. Right?

The curtains were drawn, they stood from their seats, her family quickly ushering everyone to get back to the house as fast as possible.

Once alone in the comforts of her bedroom, she unzipped, unlaced, and undid every button and tie on her clothing, releasing more than just the tension it had held on her skin. The whirlwind of their evening had finally come to an end. She had seen him, and it had been somewhat eventful, but she had expected nothing less.

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The next morning after an uneventful breakfast, Viserys had called all of his grandchildren to the kitchens. He ensured they knew their presence was mandatory.

“You kids haven’t seen each other in so long. It’s time you bond again.” It was hard to tell what the room-wide cringe was from: being called kids, or being told they must bond over something of Viserys’ choosing.

Lucera looked around the massive kitchen, and knew immediately what they were going to be doing.

Viserys waved his hand. “I dismissed the staff early today. Instead, you all are going to be making our family’s holiday cookies!”

Joanie squealed in excitement, diverting the attention away from Aemond and Aegon, who both rolled their eyes louder than she’d ever seen it done.

“Why not. I love baking!” Rhaena perked.

Viserys stepped out to be more directly in front of them, looking at each of them intently. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Aegon and Jacaera, you two will do our peanut butter kisses. Aemond and Lucera, I want you two doing our sugar cut-outs. Daeron and Joanie, you two are in charge of snowballs. Rhaena, Helaena, and Baela, you three will do our gingerbread cookies. You’ll need the extra person since they’re a lot of work.” He gestured towards the back wall. “I’ve had the cooks set out all the ingredients, and there should be plenty of room for all of you.”

Lucera didn’t know quite what to do. Her intimidation of him was preventing her from moving her feet. Let alone, she didn’t know if Aemond hated this idea, and she didn’t want to feel his rejection. But then again, very little sounded better than fresh cookies.

Joanie and Daeron had practically run across the kitchen, as if it was a race to see who could finish the fastest. Lucera smiled at her youthful enthusiasm.

“Are you going to just stand there and look dumb?” Aemond’s voice cut through her thoughts.

She looked up at him. “No, no of course.”

“Of course you’re going to stand there and look dumb?”

Lucera grumbled. “You know what I meant.”

They walked over to the corner of the kitchen. Lucera knew this recipe by heart, having made it many times the past several years at Dragonstone.

“We need to work the butter, first. Cream it up a bit.”

She began unfolding the wax off of the butter.

“They’re quite simple. I don’t know why he wants the two of us to do it. A child could make these by themselves.”

Lucera took the flat end of the spatula and smashed the butter into smaller pieces in the bowl. “You know why he wants us to do it together.”

Aemond pulled out the bag of flour, dipping the cup deep in the bag. “I suppose. Funny thing for him to act like he cares so much about bonding time.” He swiped a knife off of the top of the measuring cup. “So this is what bonding looks like?”

Lucera scoffed. “It could be, if you actually acted like you wanted to be here.”

Across the kitchen, she could hear Jacaera scolding Aegon over the bag of hershey’s kisses. “You do realize we need some of those to actually make the cookies? Save some for the rest of us.”

Aemond paused, mulling over his next words carefully. “I could be doing something else.”

Lucera looked over at Baela, Rhaena, and Helaena, who were giggling over the molasses and brown sugar.

“And what might that be?” She questioned mockingly. While he poured in the sugar and flour, she began mixing in the butter.

“Working.” He turned to face her, dipping his head to look down at her from their close proximity. Sarcasm sat between his next words. “Ever heard of it?”

Lucera was slightly ruffled by this, and even though she caught on to his tone, wasn’t willing to go along with the act. “You don’t know the slightest thing about me.”

He stood behind her to grab something on the other side, and whether it was for stability or otherwise, he put his hand on her waist. She tried not to make any sudden movements to imply she was thrown off or affected by this gesture, and could not say if she was successful or not. His hand was large, fingers stretching across the right side of her lower back. Just breathe. She tried to tamper down her blush, not wanting him to know that he flustered her. It would only make her more of a target.

“Twas just a joke, Lucie.” He smirked, pulling away, and warping his fingers to the newly formed dough in the bowl.

She tried not to watch the way his deft hands worked the dough into a ball. Needing to prove she was not in fact bothered, she replied, “Regardless, I will have you know that I’m in the line of succession. Me, Jacaera, and Baela are all going to uphold Targaryen International Banking after Rhaenyra and Daemon.”

To her surprise, Aemond showed her possibly the first form of respect she had ever received from him. “It’s an honor to not only be a part of our family, but also uphold its greatness.”

Lucera pulled out the various cookie cutters, clearing her throat. They had been apart all this time, their secret torture games known truly just between them. She knew she should hate him, but she didn’t. And the unfortunate circumstances had decided that he must grow into a desirable devil. But she can’t think about that right now. Looking at her cookie shape options, she decided her favorite was the Christmas tree. “I heard you’re inheriting Hightower Associates.”

He smiled, and even though it was tight lipped, she could tell it meant something to him. “Yes. Otto most likely has another decade in him to run it, but it will be mine once he is no longer fit for it. Thank the gods, Aegon and Helaena would destroy it.”

Lucera looked over at her sister and Aegon. He looked at her with light in his eyes, while she double checked each dough ball to ensure they were the same size. As nice as the scene was, his momentary calm was deceiving. She laughed quietly in her throat imagining him being put in charge.

Their own dough had been rolled out, and they began stamping it with the cookie cutter. “I’m sure you will do the business much good. You can be…” Lucera looked for the right words, and wondered if it was even a good idea to remind him of his nature in the first place. “Quite intense. And cutthroat.”

He paused at her implicit acknowledgement of the past, looking at her directly once again. His chest was at her eye level, even though she pried her eyes upwards to meet his. The soap on his neck had a clean, sharp scent. “Yes. I suppose I haven’t changed much.” He waited for any kind of reaction, but she figured it best to not give him any. Lest he get any real ideas.

Lucera slid the cookies into the oven, the warmth heating up her arms. She vaguely recalled when Aemond had tried to shut her arms in the frame of the oven, and startled herself with his proximity.

He noticed her pulling away from the oven with fear in her eyes. “Relax. My days of trying to scar you are over.” Aemond poured a small stream of milk over the powdered sugar on the stove. “Besides, my hands are busy. And there’s people here.”

It wasn’t until she finished sliding the tray in the oven and closed the door that she processed his meaning.

She looked up at him, eyes widened. “You’re not going to…?” Lucera didn’t say it out loud, for she didn’t want anyone else to hear.

He continued stirring, the smell of the heated sugar between them. “We’re both adults now. I wouldn’t be so senseless.”

The tension she had been holding around him had faded, filled in with relief. “I don’t know why,” she chuckled, “I just didn’t know what to expect.”

His side-eye landed on her, but he was playing lighthearted. “You wound me Lucera. Surely I would hope you think higher of me than that.”

“Hm.” She smirked at him, wanting to joke with him as he had to her. “You’ll just have to prove how smart you are then.”

His face held an unreadable expression, but she still counted anything besides scowling as progress.

The butter, sugar, and flour were melding together in the oven, releasing a heavenly smell. Lucera released some of the tension she had held around him. Perhaps this new chapter of their lives could strengthen their family, instead of tearing it apart as their childhood had.

Reading the golden edges of the cookies, Lucera determined they were finished and removed them out of the oven without fear of Aemond shutting her arm in. The royal icing was ready, and she put them in the refrigerator so the cookies were able to cool before they could put the icing on.

A large guffaw of laughter exploded from the other side of the kitchen, where Joanie and Daeron were saddled with powdered sugar. It had lodged itself in the creases of their faces, deepening their smile lines. In their attempt to brush it off their faces, they only served to spread the sugary dust to every surface in their vicinity.

Daeron, upon realizing the blessing this was, ran to Aegon with his snowy sugared hands and started furiously wiping them on the back of Aegon’s sweater.

Having been attacked by the enemy in a blind spot, Aegon was initially at the disadvantage. But, once he turned around, he used his height and weight to throw Daeron to the ground.

This move might have deterred many from another attack, but Daeron was a Targaryen, afterall. He grabbed onto Aegon’s leg, not letting go. It was an advanced move, leaving the victim—Aegon—unable to do much else than furiously try to peel him away.

Joanie made a jump to his other leg despite Aegon’s protests for her to not get involved. The two clung to his calves, anchoring him to the floor, giggling in victory. Aegon ceased his complaining and sighed in defeat.

“Anyone want to help me?” Aegon moaned.

Jacaera was busy pressing what was left of the hershey’s kisses into the cookies. She shrugged. “I can’t, I have to do this while they’re fresh out of the oven.” Besides, she was too amused by the situation.

“Sorry, I don’t want to get powdered sugar all over my new pants.” Baela shouted from across the kitchen.

Aemond was also pleased by his brothers, and after hesitating a few moments too long, began long strides towards the scene.

He had nearly reached Aegon, but once Daeron had peeked his head around Aegon’s knee to see the long legs of his other brother coming towards them, he flung himself off of Aegon and skittered across the floor. Joanie was quick to follow.

Once the cookies were all primed and pretty—to the best of their ability, at least—Lucera padded up the steps with a giggling Jacaera. In the parlor, Rhaenyra was drinking tea with Alicent. They must have heard of Viserys’ plan, as they looked at Lucera with concern, subtly checking over her limbs and face for any signs of harm as they had done when she was younger.

Alicent leaned over with furrowed brows and express interest, Rhaenyra had worry in her eyes. “How was baking my darlings?”

Knowing that they truly wished to know of her wellbeing, Lucera was relieved that for once around the holidays, she could tell them the truth. “It was good! No unlucky burns or anything! Just tasty cookies.”

They brought a plate over with all of their treats.

Rhaenyra beamed at her daughters. “I see gingerbreads, sugar cut-outs, and—?”

Jacaera leaned forward. “Peanut butter kisses. Aegon ate half of the hershey’s chocolates, so we didn’t have enough to put on top of all of them. Those ones are just plain peanut butter cookies.”

Alicent rolled her eyes through her smile, lovingly joking. “Of course he did, the little twat. I’m sure they’re still delicious.”

“Once he stopped eating the candy and started participating, he really enjoyed baking. Does he ever go down to the kitchens to bake?”

Lucera raised her eyebrows. She knew exactly what made Aegon so interested in baking earlier, and it wasn’t the sweets.

“He’s never thought it interesting before. Perhaps he was just happy to see everyone.” Alicent had toned down her surprise at the idea that he enjoyed the experience, having a mother’s sense of what was really at play. Her and Lucera shared a knowing glance, Jacaera none the wiser.

“And you Lucera?” Alicent had turned to face her.

“Oh yes! Aemond and I got along quite well. He’s an arse, but it suits him.” The sense of relief she glimpsed earlier had returned, and the weight of lying no longer chained to her. She was able to be genuine without having to pretend. It was a welcome feeling.

“He’s a proud man, that’s for sure. I still don’t know where he inherited his arrogance.” Alicent chimed.

Rhaenyra was put at ease with the grace of her features, always knowing the truth of her daughter. A shadow of skepticism remained, but she was optimistic that their maturation had changed things. “I’m glad you had a good time, darling.”

At least for the time being, any fears she had could be put to rest.

It had been a hard period of time when she had lied to her, both of them knowing that there was something much deeper to her words. It had been why, without too much evidence, Rhaenyra had decided it best that they spend a few holidays alone at Dragonstone. Viserys had insisted that they return each year, believing that it best for the family to be together when there was tension. Namely, after the accident where Aemond lost his eye, and his consequent aggression towards Lucera. Rhaenyra could only look at the truth in her daughter’s eyes for so long.

He hadn’t done anything out in the open, but he was occasionally sloppy. He was only a child after all, and was still learning how to keep a victim silent. He was lucky it was Lucera, who in her docility and self-blaming from the accident, let him act as he saw fit.

Her least favorite memory was when he held her head over the tub in the basement filled with water. He had grabbed her hair and held her face under water, keeping it there until her squirms softened to near limpness. He would then pull her up again, allowing for her to catch her breath before repeating the cycle. She had silently trusted him to let her live. It didn’t make the moments she spent choked underwater any less terrifying.

That had been the last time she saw him. Rhaenyra had remembered her coming up the stairs, face flushed, edges of her hair wet. Lucera recalled telling her that she slipped and fell in the snow outside, but her eyes had given her away. Even after much pressure, Rhaenyra still wasn’t sure what had happened, but she knew Aemond was involved and that Lucera looked like she had been through a torture sequence. Which, of course, she had.

But those days were behind them. He had said it himself.

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Later in the evening, after a light dinner, a particularly competitive game of Scrabble that nearly ended with Daemon’s knife at Aemond’s throat, and a Hallmark movie that Viserys claimed would “calm everyone down” (which it hadn’t—not entirely—although the two had slowly united across the one hour and thirty five minute screen time against their hatred for such movies), the family had dispersed and found their ways to bed.

Lucera was tucked in, nearly drowning in the comforter, just how she liked it. There was just one thing—she needed water. Her eyes had closed, her body tired and unwilling to go downstairs. But her throat was scratching for relief, and no amount of willing herself to sleep had changed it.

She skimpered down the steps, her long fuzzy socks lightening the blow of her feet. All of the lights had been turned off, and she relied on the underlights of the cabinets to light her way.

Under the fridge light, she filled up her cup.

The silence was broken by the stream coming from the fridge, and then by footsteps coming near. Lucera tried to cover up what little she could, as a simple t-shirt and underwear had been all she needed in the privacy of her room. She hoped whoever it was wouldn’t look too closely or scold her for being so indecent.

She would be gone in a moment anyway.

Putting her water glass in the sink, she turned to go down the hallway when she saw the illumination of platinum hair in the dark.

“Aemond.” And even though she whispered, the surprise was not lacking in her voice.

“Lucera. It’s getting late.” He was stepping closer to her, his voice soft.

“I was just a bit thirsty. I’m going back to bed now.” She tried to step around him, but he blocked her way with his arm against the wall.

“You know, before I saw you I wondered if I’d continue our little games.” He glazed his eye over her near-nakedness. “I thought I might not. And then I saw you, this pretty little thing, and I realized that we can have so much more fun together.”

She knew what he meant by it, but tried to ignore it for the moment. “But I thought you said you wouldn’t—”

“I said I wouldn’t scar you. I never said I wouldn’t do other things.” He grabbed a lock of her hair, twisting it between his fingers. “Oh how you’ve grown, Lucera.”

She tried to grab at the wrist of his hand in her hair, but he only grabbed onto her wrists instead, pushing her backwards towards a door in the hallway. He fumbled with the knob before throwing her in, the force of it landing her on the floor.

Lucera pulled her hair out of her face and stood up. “You didn’t need to be so rough with me.”

He grabbed her chin domineeringly soft. “Look at me, Lucera.”

Her lip quivered and she looked up at him, her large doe eyes unable to prevent her from looking nothing but innocent.

He looked deep in her eyes, commanding her submission with nothing but a look. “You always let me torture you, sweet little thing.”

All breath in her body halted, every movement, every beat of blood. The silence around her grew louder, unsure if she had heard him correctly.

“But now I want to do other things to you. I’m still using your body, of course, just in a different way. And you’re still going to listen to me, just like you always have?” Aemond tilted her jaw upwards to the right, then moved it to the left, as if he was examining her face from every angle.

The blood moving through her veins got thicker, her heart quickening its pace. Lucera quietly admitted to herself that she was excited at the idea that he could want her that way. Did he really think her attractive enough to want? He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. Did he? Surely he didn’t want her like that.

He sneered in her face, clearly finding her dumbfoundedness amusing. “Look at you. Big eyes just looking up at me, waiting for validation. I knew you’d do anything I’d ask. Hells, you’ll probably enjoy it too.”

Lucera didn’t know how he had such a hold on her. How could he get away with talking to her like this? Why did she let him? Why was her belly aching with heat? She could feel her arousal dripping along her slit, sitting warm in her panties.

She pulled every last string of dignity together and tightened her hold to say, “No, Aemond. You’re not allowed to treat me this way.” and tried her hardest to turn away from him.

But, he was quick to react, and immediately pulled her backside flush against him, arms locked across her neck and midsection. “Squirm all you want. I see how your eyes hold nothing but submission for me, they always have. Is it guilt? Or something else?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I don’t believe you wouldn’t enjoy every last drop of anything I give you. I’ll prove it to you right now.”

He moved his hand knowingly across her hip bones, giving them a hearty squeeze before sliding his fingers down her thigh to hike up her skirt. Her panic was felt immediately as she put her back and shoulders into every push and shove she gave him. “No, no no no, don’t—”

“Why? Are you worried about what I’ll find?” She wasn’t able to break out of the cage that was his strength, and his fingers gently trailed across the thin fabric hiding her entrance. What little barrier she had did a poor job of concealing her heated wetness.

He began lightly circling her clit, bending his face into her neck. “Tsk tsk tsk. Just as I thought, Lucie.”

She whimpered. “I just, I just am confused.”

“Hmm? I don’t think your body is confused. Your body wants me, Lucie. It wants me inside you. It’s all soaking and ready to take me.”

“You’re just so mean to me. I can’t let you do this if you’re mean to me.”

Aemond chuckled, feeling her melt into his touch as his deft fingers pleasured her. “You’ve always been so good at letting me take out my frustrations on you. This is no different, Lucie.”

She whimpered in his arms, unable to control the profound pleasure he was thrusting upon her. And it was him. There was something so enrapturing about his presence. She wanted to be engulfed in it, to feed off of it. But he had too much power—it wasn’t fair, he had always had the upper hand.

He slipped his fingers underneath the constraints of her underwear, immediately finding her slick folds. He gathered some of the wetness he found there and brought it up to her clit, where he rubbed gentle circles against her. “You’re soaking for me Lucie. I want to hear you submit to me. Your body is begging you.”

She whimpered again. The pleasure was too great, his weight pressed against her from all sides. Lucera needed more. Her resolve and rationality were slipping, disintegrating into a state of utter obedience, the teasing becoming too much to bear. It was like he was drowning her again.

“Anything, I’ll do anything, Aemond. I need this,” her voice squeaked from under his arm.

He laughed darkly in her ear before licking it, the warm sensation filling out through the rest of her body. “You will listen and do as I say, yes?”

“Yes. I swear it.” She cried.

“Good. On your knees, sweet girl.”

Her eyes got even bigger as she received his command. Lucera hesitated, looking up at him in his utter assertiveness. The look in his eye alone made her knees buckle.

Softly finding the most comfortable position she could on her knees, she tilted up her chin, attempting to hold as much dignity as possible. He grabbed both of her cheeks with each hand, fat pudging out between his thumbs and forefingers.

“You’re going to swallow my cock, do you understand? And when I decide I want to fuck your throat, I will.” He moved his right thumb down to her chin. “And if you bite, we can play one of our old games.”

She wouldn’t have bit him, but she was old enough to realize he got off on the power he had over her. And yet, she didn’t have to fake her submission. It was real, and it soaked her through.

With that, he let go of her face and gave her a playful slap on the cheek.

His hands remained at his sides, and she took that to mean that she must be the one to remove his pants.

Lucera tried to conceal the hesitation to approach his cock, but she couldn’t help herself. The bulge reaching across his leg was considerable, and she was unsure about trying to stuff something so large in her throat.

When she finally collected the courage to pull down the flannel in her fingertips, she was truly faced with the reality of such an act.

He was beautiful. Of course, even his cock has to be perfect. She took her hand, and worked the warm skin up and down, twisting her palm ever so slightly.

“Suck.” He said bluntly. 

“I’ll try, but I don’t know how I’m going to—”

“If you can’t figure it out, I think pounding your throat will do the trick.” He interjected, his hand landing in her hair firmly.

This drove her to action, as she wanted to maintain as much control in the situation as possible. She pushed the head past her lips, his salty precum landing on her tongue. Her jaw expanded as much as it could, and she pushed herself to swallow his length.

Lucera could already feel the sides of her mouth being triggered to wetness by the intrusion, and she was thankful for it. She held onto the base to steady herself, and she began slowly moving back and forth, lathing her tongue on the bottom of his cock.

She could feel his hands shift in her hair as he played with it gently, combing his fingers through.

“You’re such a good girl, Lucera”

His voice felt like pure encouragement, and his validation was something she had never felt before. Lucera decided she liked that feeling.

She pushed herself deeper on him as her throat warmed up, but was still unable to fit it all. She tried using her hand to make up for what she couldn’t reach, and although she wished she could deep throat him, she was proud that she had made it this far.

He grabbed her hair a bit more assertively, and guided her up and down with a touch more of force. “You’re taking it so well, your throat wraps around me perfectly.”

Her eyes had begun to slightly water, but she still tried to connect their eyes. She had read in a magazine that boys liked that.

He began to move her head even more strongly, and pushed her throat further on his cock. She gagged, but he only moaned in his chest, the sensation squeezing his cock in her throat.

Lucera could hardly see, her tears clouding her vision. Her saliva gathered around her lips and slopped down her chin as she felt him push deep into her throat.

“Look at you, on your knees for me. This is where you belong.” He thrust into her mouth, holding her by the back of her head. As rough as he was, Lucera found that she just wanted to impress him. To show him that she wasn’t weak, and that she was capable.

“Fuck, Lucera.” He moaned above her, his breath deepening. With animalistic impulse, he worked her throat with lewd hunger, before pulling her as hard as he could towards his hips.

She knew what was about to happen, and although she was still choking on his cock, braced herself. Lucera felt his length throb in her mouth as he unloaded down her gullet and straight to her belly.

Having ceased his brutal thrusts, Aemond brushed her hair gently. “Swallow all of it, Lucie.”

She subconsciously tried to swallow around it, but it was difficult to move much of anything.

After holding her there for a few more moments, he released her. She stuttered backwards slightly, coughing and gulping for air.

He tucked himself back beneath his waistband, and bent down next to her. He took her shirt and wiped off the excess spit that had gathered around her chin, and then moved it up to wipe her eyes.

“You’re gorgeous on your knees, you know that?” His hand dragged languidly against her inner thigh, towards her underwear. She inhaled deeply at his movements, canting her hips to meet his hand.

“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” He tilted his head, looking down at her below him devilishly. “My cock down your throat only made you more soaked, hmm?”

His words burned into her pleasure, and Lucera couldn’t help but whimper. His fingers on her moved in light circles on her clit, warping the pleasure building inside her.

“Tell me how it felt in your throat.” His voice poured over her. She drank in each syllable of every lewd word spitting out of his mouth like ambrosia. 

“You felt heavy on my tongue,” Lucera said, her breathing erratic. “I didn’t know how I was going to take it.”

“Hmm, that’s right.” He drawled. “It’s not easy taking a thick down your throat is it?”

“N-no.” She mewled.

“But you did a good job,” he brushed his thumb above her stomach. “You didn’t miss a drop.”

She panted as he loomed above her, playing her body like an instrument. She had already been so worked up, so much ache already inside her, that she knew her orgasm was coming. Aemond must have noticed too, for he picked up his pacing to the exact tempo she needed.

“Cum on my fingers, Lucie.”

She didn’t need anything further than his voice to send her over the edge as her eyes rolled back in her head, orgasmic pleasure bursting deep in her belly. She did her best to hold back the amplitude of the cries in her throat lest someone hear her.

The euphoria rippled through her body, and she could feel his satisfaction at her pleasure. After a few more moments, the lingering contentment was joined by a new wave of drowsiness.

It was late.

Lucera opened her eyes. Aemond stood up, pulling her up with him.

“Sleep well, Lucie.” He opened the door, gave her a quick slap on her ass, and walked towards the kitchen.

Her haze carried her to bed, where she unceremoniously slung herself under the covers, half-unconscious already. 

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What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 16

Masterpost of chapters

"NOW!"

Remus strained against the knife against his neck but gave in and eased his grip on the pillow he had been smothering Janus with. He felt Virgil tighetning his hold on the knife as he whispered.

"Move it away from him!"

He sighed but let the pillow fall from the human's face. Instantly Janus unconcsiously let out a gasp and his eyelids briefly fluttered open while his body heaved for air. Remus froze afraid that he was about to wake up but his eyes closed once more and he turned to his side to fall further down under the blanket.

He could hear Virgil take a long shaky breathe and shifting his feet before continuing "Okay- Okay. Good. N-Now you're going to follow me out into the hallway an-and don't move!"

"Then how am I supposed to wa-"

"I meant like don't- don't like try to run or hit me or something. And shut uP!"

The knife against his neck continously shook the entire time Remus moved to stand up. He put his hands above his head to try and calm him down before he accidentally stabbed him.

He quietly backed out of the apartment along with Virgil and listened to Janus' adorable snoring come back- God he shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

Virgil slammed him against the hallway wall with enough force to push the air out of his lungs. His arm stayed pressed across Remus' chest to keep him from moving while he moved the knife down over where the demon's heart should be.

Remus followed Virgil's eyes down to the knife and felt it shaking against his skin.

A sharp breathe was pushed in between Virgil's gritted teeth before he turned his face away and moved the hand with the knife up to wipe at the sweat piling up at the edges of his bangs.

When he turned back he was visibly on the verge of tears "I didn't want to have to kill you"

"You still don't!" Remus raised his hands further up to look innocent while he quietly moved his tail right next to the knife so he could knock it out off Virgil's hand.

"I've given you literally every chance to get away from Janus! I've told you! Over and over! And you just haven't listened-"

As Virgil was busy ranting Remus saw his chance and shot out his tail-

Virgil caught his tail in his hand.

The- The assumed human kept a firm grip around Remus' tail as he moved his eyes up to meet the demon's, his brows furrowed.

"Motherfucker, you're still not LISTENING!"

Remus' blood turned cold and his lips parsed to sputter some bullshit reply out "He- Of course I didn't leave. Jan's my boyfriend-"

Virgil punched him so that the demon's head swung to the side "YOU TRIED TO MURDER HIM!" His words were losing any semblance of humanity and began sounding more like speaking in tongues.

A door in the apartment opened and a glimmer of yellow light shone through followed by the face of a short old lady. Her eyes were barely visible because of the wrinkles pooling down around her eyebrows.

"What's causing the ruckus?"

Virgil immediately shifted to his normal slightly hunched over anxious state with him quickly hiding the knife in his hoodie pocket "Sorry, It's uh Virgil...Janus' roomate"

The lady's face brightened a little in understanding at the mention of Janus.

"It's just an uhm disagreement. We'll move outside..Sorry" Virgil grabbed a tug of Remus' hair along with one of his horns and forced him to walk with him, when they passed the lady Viv mumbled "Have a good night ma'am"

Remus smiled and waved at her before being pulled along out of the building. The sky had fully turned dark and the grass already damp which made the demon wet up to his ankles. He was forced along away from the apartment complexe's courtyard and back behind one of the buildings were the neatly cut grass ended and the surronding unkempt bushes and thicket began.

With a kick to the back Virgil pushed him down to the ground hard enough that Remus had to spit dirt out of his mouth. He felt Virgil press down his leg over his back and sit his other knee down over Remus' tail.

He could hear Virgil take in a shaky breathe and out of the corner of his eye he could just barely see him lift up his arms, the knife glimmered in between his fingers

"Wait! Wait!" Remus yelled to try and buy time "I know what you are!"

Virgil stopped and hesitated for a moment.

"......You're clearly an only child!" The demon thrusted his head back to headbutt Virgil right in the face making him stumble back enough to let Remus slither away.

He quickly got up on his feet and put a bit of stance between them. Finally getting a clear view he realized the knife was a simple kitchen one.

"No one with siblings would be this bad at rough housing I mean"

"Ugh don't even joke about having sibling, you're gonna make me vomit"

"What? You don't like the idea of two of me"

He kept stalling while eyeing Virgil up and down to try and figure out what he was. He couldn't possibly be fully human, he'd seen his tail.

"I don't like the idea of one of you"

Or could he be a human who someehow knew demons existed? He did like paranormal stuff.

"If you're gonna murder me you not afraid of police taking you?" Remus asked trying to coax some clues out.

"No one is going to miss you, and besides you're not a real person anyway. You don't have any papers or even a phone. No one can prove you ever existed"

"Jannie would miss me"

Virgil grimaced, like even the sound of the demon saying his name disgusted him and his words became more inhumane once more "He will forget about you eventually"

"But you'll stay as his knight in shining shit eh?" He sniffed in the air "I thought you just stinky but you're not quite human are you?"

No response came, looks like this was as far as he got by talking which was good. He wouldn't have preferred talking anyway. Remus got down on all fours and started to sprint towards Virgil like a rabid dog while huffing and barking.

When it became clear he wasn't stopping Virgil let out a shrill scream before hedashed sideways which obviously, logically, just made so he landed with his face into the dirt, but it was enough to evade the demon.

The demon however just turned around and started sprinting once more. Virgil dropped the knife and tossed his hoodie off, nearly getting stuck in the fabric with the haste he was in, and threw his t-shirt away.

Remus pounced at the spot Virgil just had been but the only thing left on the ground was the hoodie and a feather.

He turned his head up towards the sky and grinned.

"There you are" He said, looking up at Virgil with his Angel wings outstretched hovering unsteadily in the air.

The wings wasn't the only thing now visible, a halo grew out of the sides of Virgil's head and connected above his hair. His wings kept flapping in a weird unsynchronized pattern that made it almost look like he was wiggling around in the air.

"Been a bit since you flew, huh" The demon continued to taunt.

"Easier for you to just come up and check for yourself, innit! I know 'nough about demons to know you have wings as well!"

"Hah! Stupid bitch! I NEVER use my wings! That's some Angel shiiiiittt! You could put a gun to my head and I not fly out of there!" Remus picked up the knife "But you did leave this on ground!"

He threw the knife right up into the air making the Angel shriek and flap to the side. The knife landed down at the ground again with a hard thud.

He picked the knife back up and played with it, throwing it from hand to hand, as he continued to taunt the Angel "From my sight I think it's your fault kinda Jannie fell so super hard for me. Of course I'm super so sexy and-"

"Don't make me barf right onto you"

"Yes, But really when I met Jannie he was bit in his shell still but the second I implied I even was- How do humans say- Not straight he jumped into my arms. I think he felt alone-"

"I've ALWAYS been there for him" Virgil nearly growled between gritted teeth.

"But not always honest! I don't get why you not just tell him you like dick and balls and whatever-"

His teeth grinded together so they gnissled while his face turned red "How would you even know that!? You just assume because you're a fucking slut that everyone around you is-"

"Honey I am succubus. The second you saw me you recognized me as a man. If you were not attracted to men you would not see me as one"

Virgil turned very quiet very quickly before spitting out "Well I could tell you were a Demon from the second I saw you!! I can't BElieve it has actually taken you THIS long! Months! To realize I am an Angel!

Remus started to speak over him while balancing the knife on the tip of his fingers "I mean you're not even good at pretending! I look at you and see gay gay gay!-"

"They must have sent the stupidest Demon known to man! Who can't even tell when an Angel is around! Where you even made with a Brain or would that detract from your fucking around!-"

"-And I'm not even knowing about human stereotypes. I can just smell it!"

Virgil threw his arms out "Oh that's rich coming from you! You walk around acting like you're trade while you're built like a fucking twink!"

"Hah! I don't know either of those words mean!" Remus lined the knife up in his hand "If I did not think better I would say maybe you have tiny love crush for Jannie"

Virgil turned so upset that he forget to keep his wings flapping for a second and he fell a few feet down through the air before making himself upright again. Remus grinned, he had fallen just close that he could run up and jump into the air high enough to stab the knife into the Angel's wing.

A raw scream left Virgil as he fell along with the demon down onto the ground. Remus pinned him down and tore the knife back out of his wing.

The white feathers around the wound soaked the blood and turned a putrid shade of pink while the angel couldn't stop screaming.

"Hey. Hey" Remus lightly put his hand over Virgil's mouth "It's just small hole. It will heal..." He thought "...Well I guess wings full of nerves right?" He giggled "Must be like getting stabbed in the penis"

He could feel as Virgil's expression changed beneath his hand and moved it when prickles of tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"What? You have never been hit before?" The demon asked.

"No because I'm not a stupid git like you. And that bloody hurts! You bastard!"

"It's just two of us. No reason to keep human accent"

"What makes you think mine is an act" Virgil tried to slam his hand free to punch Remus but the demon pressed him back down with his tail.

"No! I love to fight with you other time but I am in a hurry. I have a brother to-"

"A brother!?"

"Yeah"

"I thought you were just joking about having a sibling!" The angel turned a bit green "Oh I am actually going to puke"

Remus let his sharp teeth turn a bit more invisible "I think you should staple your mouth shut"

"You Succubi are the most disgusting wankers-"

"-You know as little about us as I know about your kind-"

"-I don't think I've ever heard of a succubi having a family member before-"

"-Your halos are ugly and you don't even have tails and-"

"-Your kind is even worse than I thought! What kind of-"

"-I'm glad Patton ate one of you!"

Virgil quieted and looked up at the demon over him "One!? He was a monster!"

"Yeah? And I'm just like him!" Remus pressed his face so close to Virgil's that the spit dripping out from between his fangs landed on the angel's lips "So you better let me go kill Janus or I will Eat you!"

"In a hurry to stop natterin' and get back to your incest brother, are you-"

In a single punch Remus broke The angel's nose.

Virgil's eyes went between his nose and back up to the demon in shook as blood started to pool out.

"Patton should have taken all of you! Would have made Janus happier if you never existed!" Remus growled out.

"No one ever misses a Succubi" Virgil spat right back. "I've seen you kill him a dozen times already, I will NEVER Let-"

The automatic front door light of the apartment complex lit up turning the surronding glass a metallic tinge of blue as Janus' voice rang out "Remus?"

The two supernaturals gave each other one glance before quickly letting go off each other. Remus used his tail to drag the angel's hoodie and t-shirt back to him while the angel himself tried to wipe his nosebleed away.

The demon took Virgil by the cheeks and mouthed a silent 'Trust me' before swiftly cracking his nose back into place. The angel had to bite his own tongue to not swear.

"I won't tell him 'bout you if you don't tell him 'bout me" Remus whispered while the Angel hurried to put his shirt back on over his wings, he nodded along.

Remus stood up and waved so Janus could see him. Though the human didn't smile his eyes lit up as he hurried over to tug at his boyfriend's hand "I woke up to drink water and you weren't there. Way to give your boyfriend a heart attack, innit?"

"Sooorrryyyy" The demon couldn't stop his tail from wagging.

"Did you just feel for a midnight walk in your underwear or...." Janus' words trailed out when he noticed Virgil still sitting in the grass beside them "Weren't you at work?"

"We closed early for the night, it's-"

"IS THAT BLOOD?!" Janus let go of Remus and sat down on the damp grass to try and get a better look at Virgil.

"It's a nosebleed"

"And I'm the queen of England! That's not how a damn nosebleed looks! What's-" He looked between Remus and Virgil "What's going on?"

"We just- I was out on walk and Virgin- Virgil was coming back rom work and we saw each other and oh nooooo poor Virgil fell on his face!" Remus lied "Boom on the ground! Blood! Oh no! Sad!"

Janus obviously saw through it "What's going on with you!?" He repeated.

Neither of the two answered. The human sighed and helped Virgil up from the ground.

"Can we go inside at least?" He asked.

Remus took a step back "I uhm I should go....I have...Stuff to uhm...eat?.."

"Darling you're in your fucking boxers" He rolled his eyes "You know what, You can just come to the flat and take your clothes if you want and leave. I don't even- I'm too tired for this shit. Next time you two decide to do mysterious stuff could you at least have the decency to do it at a time that isn't Middle of the bloody night, yeah?"

As said Remus only followed them back to bundle his clothes up into his arms before leaving while mumbling something about Remy texting him as a halfhearted excuse. Virgil shut himself into the bathroom to wash the dried blood from his nose.

He rechecked so that the lock was closed before taking his hoodie and shirt off to inspect the wound left in his wing. All of the feathers were left at least, it was just the flesh under them that had been hurt.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheeck against the soft feathers before letting himself let out a small whine.

"Viv" Janus said through the door.

The angel changed into his pyjama shirt before opening. Janus had taken a few ice cubes from the freezer and wrapped them in a towel. He held it out for him to take.

"Thought it would help with your nose"

"Thanks"

"what happened?"

Virgil shrugged and pressed the towel against his nose "I don't like him....He..." He searched for a lie "He tried to hit on me"

Janus crossed his arms "And you started to fist fight him over it? Honey you can't ask for extra sauce on your fries. We both know you would turn into a puddle if someone hit on you, Even if you were dusgusted by the one hitting on you"

"No- I mean- Yeah but I just- I fought him because I thought if you two were together he shouldn't-"

"I can tell you're lying darling"

"I don't like him!"

Janus didn't waver from looking at him "Well tough luck because I am dating him, and if you're trying to do a choose between you or him thing you can give up on it right about now. Unless you stop lying to me and give me an actual proper reason for why you dislike him-"

"-I do have a reason!"

"And what's that?"

Virgil bit his tongue.

Janus waited for his response and when all Virgil did was look away he mumbled out "Because right now I think you don't like him only because he's not a girl"

"No- No Jannie- That's not true"

"I'm going to bed"

The angel stayed by the bathroom doorway as his friend climbed into bed. The wound in his wing had started to pang and a headache was knocking at the walls of his skull. But at least Janus was still alive.

His sight went blurry before his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and he felt hands grabbing at his neck. Tomorrow's date repeated clear in his mind and at the back of his eyelids he could see a timer ticking down to Janus' death.

The sensation disappeared and he could breathe once more. The death was only 8 hours away, it had to mean Remus was going to return sometime in the morning to kill him.

Virgil lightly pulled at his friend's bed cover while whispering "Hey? Hey jannie?"

"Mhm?" He only turned his head so he could give Viv an annoyed look.

"Can you promise to not leave the flat before I wake up? I'm- If I wake up and you're gone I'm going to have a panic attack about us arguing being the last time I talked to you before you like die horribly while you're out and about"

Janus held his pinkie finger out from under the cover "I promise"

"Thanks"

The angel climbed up into his bunkbed and as he closed his eyes he could still see the timer ticking down. At least if Janus didn't leave the apartment he could be here to protect him if the demon tried anything.

--

Virgil barely slept that night, only falling asleep for short glimpses before rustling himself awake again, and by nine in the morning he was so tense his body couldn't relax in the slightest.

As the clock was ticking down he could hear Janus get up from bed and go make tea but he continued to fake being asleep. Until knocking came from the door and he balled his hands into fists under the blanket as he heard Janus greeting Remus.

"Wanna hang out?" The demon asked. "Go out and look in trashcans?"

Janus hesitated then replied "Oh darling I would love to but I have a moody wombat to take care of"

"Not even for a tiny while?"

Virgil could hear the floorboards creak from Janus walking as he shifted the topic "Why were you and Viv fighting yesterday?"

"No. No. I told you. Virgil fell on his stupid fac-"

"Don't lie to me darling, Your knuckles are bruised. I am aware you and Vivzie are just the bessstesst of friendsss but I didn't anticipate you getting into playground fistfights"

Remus was silent for a moment, Virgil assumed he was maybe thinking for once "I don't think reason for fighting is mine thing to say" The angel grimaced, that excuse might just work "I wouldn't wanna drag in his personal stuff to you y'know?"

"Actually I think you would looove dragging his personal stuff right in front of me, And I find it very bold of you to think you would know more about him than me"

The demon held back a laugh "You know how when your face too close to screen you can see none of the picture correct?"

"Dear I don't like what you are trying to imply...Maybe you should leave for now because this whole charade you and Vivzie are playing out right now is not at all starting to piss me off. Beside I don't want us waking him up. He has a mysterious black eye to recover from. I sure wonder where it came from!"

".....Can I get a kiss before I leave?" Virgil felt nauseous just hearing him ask. How dare he feed off of Janus as if he was a piece of meat.

"Just a quick one"

Yay! Power me up Jannie boY!"

Virgil closed his eyes and watched as the timer stopped at 00:01 before it began to tick upwards again. He let out a deep breathe and finally fell asleep.

--

'I was just about to fuck him I swear but his stupid roomate ruined everything' Remus signed 'You should have seen me. I was a total sex machine!'

His several minute long rant of lies had been triggered by Logan once again inquiring what was taking him so long when it came to seducing Janus. The older succubi had very quickly regretted asking. He put his hand over Remus' knuckles to make him shut up.

"Our hour is over. You can leave"

'Wait but I had a question for you!'

"I still have ways to go in learning sign language, slow your movements down please" Remus repeated the signs slower to which Logan leant back in his seat "Yes?"

'You got lots of books yeah? You don't happen to have any on Angels?'

The older succubi took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose "Remus don't tell me you have gotten yourself involved with an Angel"

He violently shook his head around 'Just curious! I'm learning so much about humans, why not learn about Angelshits too!'

"I am sure I have no books on the topic, no"

'I guess that makes sense. Dont want another demon to go and do a Patton'

Remus opened his mouth to do a silent laugh but Logan's expression stayed the same. For a single second Remus could swear he saw his eye twitch a little but it might have just been his eyes playing tricks on him.

"I think you should go back to seducing your human" Logan repeated coldly.

And so the demon did, or he intended to at least. He remembered Janus was working in the library today and hoped maybe he could make himself seduce him in the breakroom, or just kill him.

Whenever his thoughts crossed over into thinking about Janus actually not existing anymore, not getting to see or hear or talk to him or touch him, his chest began to ache so painfully he was afraid he was having a heart attack.

So he tried not to think about it.

He wished he had asked Remy more about how Emile worked when he had found out Emile used to be an Angel. He wasn't even sure how many kinds of Angels there were. If asked he would identify himself as a succubi way sooner than as a general Demon, surely it had to be the same for-

"You should turn around" Virgil interrupted his train of thought and his path to the library as he stood waiting in the hallway leading up to the entrance.

"And you should suck my dick"

"Gross"

"Were you always scurrying around in the background of me and Jannie's dates like a little creep or are you just on high alert now" Remus teased moreso than asked.

"I'm allowed to kill Demons if they're in my way. You're not allowed to-"

"Yeah yeah I know what I'm not allowed to do! I've already been Punished! I ate a human's arm!"

Virgil glanced behind him through the glass in the door and saw a glimpse of Janus sorting through books. The angel pinched his fingers at the nape of Remus' neck like a lioness carrying her annoying child around and made him follow him along.

"Are you gonna take me to a bathroom again so we can argue and you can kiss me again" The demon continued to taunt but the angel refused to answer. "You're not like munks are you? I swear I've seen an Angel date another Angel before! It was gross! But I saw it! As long as you're married there's nothing sinful innit? Did you hear me using your cute accent there? I can see your vein wanting to burst babe"

"Shut up"

"The gritted teeth really adds to the bursting veins"

Virgil pushed him through the exitdoor and out to the back of the library and Remus grinned when he pulled his arm around the demon's neck to whisper into his ear "Okay either you walk the bloody hell away from here right this instant and never return or we are going to go on a flight together and I will drop you down such a steep hole that-"

"MY BRAIN WILL SPLATTER AGAINST THE ROCKS!" Remus filled in "HOW EXCITING!"

"That was a threat"

"I can't go back either way Virgin! Not until I kill Jannniiiieeee!" The demon put his hands against Virgil's arm and stroked his finger along his pale skin "But you wouldn't really want me to return to Hell would ya?"

"Of course I wou-"

"Not if I said you'd gone and done a Whoopsie Patton!"

Virgil's halo began to glow "Shut up"

"There aint not reason for you to pretend to be straight if you onlt had your Angel eyes on other Angelssss"

"SHUT UP!"

"The ONLY Reason for you to be lying to your uhhh 'BeST FRIEND' for years is because you-"

Virgil tried to cover his mouth with his hand but Remus simply bit hard enough into his palm to rip the skin. The angel let go off him only for a second to pull off his hoodie and let his wings extend.

The demon in turn didn't even try to run away. He let himself be grabbed and got his head whipped back as he and Virgil shot into the sky. The hoodie was left lying on the ground far below.

"KILLING ME WON'T MAKE JANUS HAPPY" Remus yelled over the wind.

"Better than dead" Virgil mumbled back.

The wind stopped beating upon them as the angel stopped, hidden between the clouds. With his balled up fist he was holding Remus by his tank top and the demon looked up at him and laughed.

"I would be pissed too if I spent whole life hiding feelings for my best friend just for him to go fall in love with first guy who shows interest-"

Virgil didn't let him finish his gloating. He let his grip on the demon go and watched as Remus crashed down through the air.

For a moment he expected the demon to let out his wings but when he realized the speed at which he was fallng had knocked Remus out or maybe that he was just too stubborn to use his wings Virgil felt relief at his soon to be death.

Before the relief turned into a wave of horror that hit him.

HE WAS FALLING TO HIS DEATH!!!

HE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM!

Virgil dove down after him and felt the air push against him with such force that the stitches covering the wound on his wing were pulled apart.

His eyes watered making everything blurry as he watched the demon's body hitting the side of the library's chimney before his limp body landed on the roof.

"nonopleasedon'tbedead" Virgil choked on his own breathing "I can't live with that. pleasedon't.don't"

He was close to hyperventilating as he slid down to the ground and stumbled over to the demon lying motionless with his curly hair having fallen down in front of his face. Virgil sat down next to him and slowly moved the hair aside.

His breathe hitched at the sight of Remus' eyes rolled back into his skull.

"no.no.no.no.no" Like a child he reverted to whispering in the language of Angels. A language he barely even spoke nor remembered but which still felt like youth to him.

With his shaking hands he pulled his arms around himself. How would he explain this to Janus. Janus would hate his guts. Oh god would the police still take him even if the demon hadn't been human. How would he protect Janus if he was in priso-

"Hey" Remus moved his tail into a deathgrip arund Virgil's ankle.

The angel screamed multiple swearwords at once.

The demon tried to sit up but let out a painful wheeze and slid down to his back again. Without letting go of the other man he started to giggle which turned into a manic kind of laugh.

"AHAHAGH FUCK! MY ribs are SO BrOKEN! YOu ANgel Fuck!!" He wheezed out.

"I thought you were-" Virgil moved his wings around himself to try and hide his tears "I can't kill you" The tears slipped down whether he wanted to or not "Oh God I can't kill you! I should! I hate you! I hate you! How can- How can you do this to Janus!"

"It's actually quite easy. He's not that strong"

Virgil hit him with his wing "I should be able to kill you! You're horrible!"

"Someone else will die if Jannie doesn't"

"Oh great! So he will die so that some incest twins can-"

"YOU WANT YOUR RIBS BROKEN TOO?!"

"I KNOW HOW SUCCUBI WORK! YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT! AND! You're just trying to change the subject. What did you do Virgil? WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Remus began to taunt.

"Shut up!"

"WHY WAS I SENT TO KILL JANUS? IF YOU KNOW HIM SSSSOOOO WELL TELL ME! WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

"Please stop!"

"YOU SAY YOU'VE KNOWN HIM SINCE YOU WERE KIDS!? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING ANGEL HANGS AROUND THE SAME HUMAN FOR THAT LONG?!-"

"Stop!"

"I'VE BARELY EVEN SEEN ANGELS HANG AROUND THE SAME HUMAN FOR A YEAR! DECADES? OHOHOHOHO! YOU DID SOME PATTON SHIT!"

"Please shut up!"

"IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT WHEN I KILL HIM! YOU FUCKED IT UP! YOU FUCKED IT UP BAD ENOUGH HELL HAD TO SEND ME!"

"please"

"WHAT DID YOU DO VIRGIL!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

Virgil broke down into a sob "He was just a kid"

[marshie-ghost]

STARSTRUCK

Hal Jordan x Child! Reader x Carol Ferris (PLATONIC)

Hal meets his child.

WARNING(S): Explicit language, carol and hal argue kinda toxicly, hal is accidentally a deadbeat dad

A/N: No use of Y/N; Reader is called "Comet," and is stated to look similar to Hal.

Carol hadn't been answering his calls. Sure, they weren't on the best terms, and Carol certainly didn't owe him an answer, but she was never one to ignore his calls. If she was pissed at him, she'd usually tell him, whether in person or through text, that she didn't want to talk, and he would respect that and leave her alone. But Carol apparently hadn't seen any of his texts or missed calls, and he could admit he was a little worried.

He knew Carol could take care of herself, and their relationship had long since ended, but he still cared about her enough to notice the odd behavior. Maybe he was overreacting, or maybe Carol was in real danger, and he was sitting on his ass in his shitty apartment doing nothing about it.

He stared at his phone, pondering his options. The sanest choice would be to wait until the next day and meet her at work, then he could panic if she didn't show up... But what if she was hurt? What if she needed him and he wasn't there?

"Damn it," he muttered, powering on his ring and soaring out the door.

The trip to her house was a short one, Green Lanterns were able to cross space in record time; flying across Coast City was no problem. He landed on her doorstep, rapping his knuckles on the door a couple times. He waited a few moments, his hand reaching up to bang on the door again before it swung open. A young kid, no older than ten, stood in the doorway, a grumpy expression on their face.

Hal was taken aback by their appearance. It was like looking into a mirror, well, a mirror that de-aged you by a few decades, but a mirror nonetheless.

He was startled out of his stupor by the little one speaking up. "Are ya gonna say anything, or are ya just gonna stand there and gawk, Mr. Lantern?"

"Uh, is Carol here?" He forced out, his eyes wide.

Their glare turned accusatory as they pushed their hair out of their face with the back of their hand. "Why'd'ya wanna know?"

"She hasn't answered my calls," he spoke. He figured there was no point hiding the truth from his mini-me if he wanted an answer out of them. "I just wanted to check in on her."

"She's sick," the kid stated. "Why'd you care, Mr. Lantern?"

Right, he was still in costume, shit.

"I saved her a few years back and I still check on her from time to time. She usually texts me back, but she didn't this time."

"Uh-huh," they nodded, clearly not believing him. "Look, Mama said not to talk to strangers, bye."

They tried to close the door but were stopped by Hal's foot.

"Kid, I just wanna know if she's okay," he sighed, holding the door so they couldn't slam it in his face. "Can I, at least, talk to her?"

They crossed their arms, looking peeved as they snarked, "I dunno, can you?"

Their argument was interrupted by a familiar voice shouting from the other room, "Comet, I thought I told you not to open the door for strangers!"

Carol rounded the corner, looking like death. She marched up to the kid (Comet?), ignoring him as she placed her hands on her hips. Comet looked sheepish, rubbing their arm as they gestured to Hal.

"It's not a stranger, it's Green Lantern."

Hal almost snarked that Comet had just called him a stranger, but the quip died in his throat as Carol rounded on him. He instinctively rubbed the back of his neck as he withered under her gaze.

"Sweetheart, can you go to your room? I need to talk about grown-up stuff with Green Lantern."

The kid looked curious but wisely kept their mouth shut and slunk off to their room, sending a glare over their shoulder at Hal. Once their bedroom door was shut, Carol pushed Hal out of the way as she stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

He took in her pale complexion and the way her hands trembled a bit. Getting on Carol's bad side when she was healthy was bad enough, when she was grumpy and sick, however, was a whole other ballpark.

"You weren't answering my calls," he started, trying to keep his voice even as his temper began to bubble over. "I thought something happened to you."

"Well, thanks for your concern, Jordan, but I'm fine. Is that all?"

"No, it's not!" He exclaimed, his arms leaving his side to gesture behind Carol.

Said woman quirked a brow as if to ask him what he meant.

"That kid in there... Comet. Are they-"

"Yours? Yeah," Carol confirmed, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"Why?!" Hal shouted in disbelief. "Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were dead." Carol snapped. "And then you were the Spectre, and by the time you were back, I figured I could raise them on my own."

"Carol, what the fuck?! I know we aren't on the best terms, but keeping my own kid away from me? That's low."

"I already told you why-"

"Because I was dead, yeah, but I've been back for fucking months! You've had plenty of time to tell me!"

"I didn't want to tell you!"

"Why?!"

"Because I didn't want you to hurt them!"

The statement hung in the air like smoke after a wildfire. Which was fitting, considering how hard it felt to breathe.

"Carol, I would never hurt my- ...our kid." He choked out.

"You said the same thing about me."

That seemed to reignite his temper, his brows furrowing. "So, what, you lied to me because you were afraid of something I might do?!"

"Yes, I did, because I couldn't take that fucking chance!" Carol growled. "You'd understand if you were a parent-"

"Don't fucking pull that bullshit on me, Carol. I might not have been able to raise them, but I know what it's like to take care of a kid."

"Do you? Do you, really, Jordan? You may have taken Roy and Helen in, but the first chance you got, you pawned them off to someone else! You might enjoy feeling responsible for them for a few weeks, hell, maybe even a few months, but, soon, you're going to get tired of the routine, and you're gonna leave me to pick up the pieces, again!"

He looked at Carol in disbelief. He opened his mouth to argue more but stopped as something behind Carol caught his eye. Two wide eyes stared at the bickering couple from the window.

Hal cursed, seizing Carol's attention, both of them realizing the mistake they just made. Hal stood awkwardly as Carol stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He stayed there for a few minutes, wondering if he should just leave before banishing that thought. He had already missed out on, what, ten years of this kid's life? There was no way in hell he was leaving them now. Even if he had to fight Carol to stay.

Just as he began to think he might have to bust through the door to see his kid, it opened again. Carol somehow looked even more haggard than before, her eyes red and puffy.

"They want to talk to you."

Now, that surprised him. He assumed they would want nothing to do with him considering, though accidental, he was a deadbeat they didn't even know.

Carol stepped aside, jerking her head toward the kid's room. He nodded wordlessly, deciding to power down his ring to greet them properly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, cautiously approaching the kid. They were sat on their bed, staring at their bare feet. They didn't acknowledge him sitting next to them, only bringing their knees up to their chest.

"I know this must be weird," he started, keeping his voice low and friendly. "Green Lantern shows up asking for your mom and turns out, hey, he's your dad! That must be pretty jarring."

It was silent for a few moments before they spoke up, their tone completely different from before.

"Mama said you didn't know 'bout me."

He waited for them to continue. When they didn't, he affirmed, "I didn't."

"She said you were in space doin' Lantern stuff, so she couldn't tell you, but you can't've stayed in space for nine years... There's no food up there."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I wasn't in space for nine years. I had some adult stuff I had to deal with, but I've been back on Earth for a while now."

"Why didn't Mama tell you 'bout me, then?"

Hal took in a deep breath. "Your mother and I haven't had the best relationship. She was worried about... me not being a good dad to you."

"Do you have other kids?"

Hal shook his head.

"Then how would she know that you'd be a bad dad?"

"She... wasn't sure if I wanted to be a dad, and since she wanted to protect you, she kept you a secret."

They seemed to mull it over, letting out a sigh that made them sound older than they were and leaning back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Ya know, there's these kids at school who always make fun of me for not having a dad. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when I tell them that my dad's Green Lantern."

He laughed at that, nudging them with his knee. "I don't think Spooky would be too fond of that idea."

"Spooky?" They questioned, continuing before he could clarify. "Why'd'ya care about what Batman thinks?"

"I don't!"

"...So, does that mean I can tell them?"

"It's called a secret identity for a reason, kiddo."

"Lame." They stuck their tongue out at him. He returned the favor, making them giggle. "Okay, no sayin' you're GL, but can you walk me to school tomorrow? They're not gonna believe me unless you're there."

He almost agreed, then remembered that he might be overstepping Carol's boundaries.

"You're gonna have to ask your mom, kiddo."

They sent him a cheeky smile that he could tell only promised trouble. "Oh, don't worry; she's not gonna say no."

[sin-cognito]

Kustard week 2023 day 7: Little Red Riding Hood

Wordcount: 1377

~The wolf relentlessly tempted the little red hiding hood to stray from the path to her grandma's~

@kustardweek

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Red snuffed his half smoked cigarette on the sole of his shoe and put on his sexiest grin when he heard the elevator door open. He knew who the monster inside was even before seeing him, but Red still side glanced at the elevator. He'd never pass an opportunity to get an eyelightful of the little skeleton of his dreams.

"heya sansy," he purred as the other passed him by, purposefully ignoring him. Too bad for Sans, Red was into it. "had a good day today? wanna end it with a bang and come to my place, if you catch my drift?" He winked and he would've made a lewd gesture to really get his point across if Sans wasn't so deliberately looking at anything but him.

By that point he was hovering over the other, who was trying to balance his grocery bags while grabbing his keys. Red was propped up with one arm on the wall next to the door while the other was nonchalantly buried in his pocket, his hips suggestively swung to the side.

But Sans still ignored him.

In his attempt to not pay any sort of attention to the bulkier monster being sexy as fuck next to him, Sans didn't notice some of his groceries trying to escape the bags, and Red had to break his pose to catch them mid fall.

"oops, gotta be careful there, dollface," he grinned at Sans, who finally had no choice but to look at him.

"urgh, red, can we not do this again today?" He sighed as he finally got his key in the keyhole now that his arms weren't as heavy from all the groceries.

"you mean that little dance between you and me, where you pretend like you're not interested and make me court you some more?" Red whistled as he followed Sans inside, totally uninvited, to help him with the groceries. "sure, we can skip that part where you go all stubborn and refuse me, and go right on to kissing."

Red grinned wider when he saw Sans roll his eyelights. Teasing and playfully pissing off his crush had been his favorite past time for the last 3 months or so, ever since he had found this little cutie walking around on campus all alone. Red immediately had a thing for him, and started hitting on Sans right away. Sans was surprisingly resistant to his flirting, but Red knew he'd run out of patience eventually. Sans was gonna be his at some point, he knew it.

Of course he knew that his reputation as a bad boy and professional Casanova probably didn't help his case, but Sans should be flattered that Red had his SOUL set on the lonely little skeleton! It was an honor to be invited to Red's bed, really. Besides, Red really wasn't an asshole, he always made sure to show his darlings a great time. He was actually skilled.

Though Sans' case was slightly different. Red probably wouldn't have bothered with an unwilling monster for so long if he didn't feel like it could actually turn into something more. Sure he was more used to fun times and one night stands, but that didn't mean that he was a stranger to dating. So far Sans had managed to turn down all his attempts at either going on a date together or having a quick, uncomplicated fuck, but Red's real objective with the little cutie was something that would last. He was ready to put in the effort.

"red, i've had a long and tiring day and i'm really not in the mood to humor you right now," Sans groaned as he put his groceries away, Red helping him even if Sans hadn't asked.

"it's alrighty, sweetheart," Red replied with an exagerated lilt in his voice. Sans wasn't making the flirting easy today, but Red enjoyed working for it. It was more rewarding. "we can just let our bodies do all the talking."

Sans slammed the fridge's door shut so abruptly that it startled Red, who accidentally clutched the cake he was holding too much and turned it into putty. Oops.

"no, red," Sans said, his voice lower and angrier Red has ever heard coming from the normally gentle skeleton. "i don't want to date you, i don't want to hang out with you, i don't like you. you are annoying. we're never going to be anything, neither lovers nor boyfriends and i'm definitely not into doing anything remotely sexual with you. i've tried so many times to let you down gently but it didn't work, so sorry if this is harsh but i don't know how else to tell you: you are in the friend zone. forever. and that won't change."

Red blinked a few times when Sans was done.

Okay so he had noticed that Sans wasn't returning his affections, but he didn't think it was so bad. He thought that maybe Sans was just a little shy, maybe just a little virgin and didn't know how to react to being hit on by a more experienced skeleton. If Red was in the friend zone, then all his dreams of dating Sans would never come true...

"well uhh... alright," Red said, scratching the back of his skull. He placed the mushed cake back on the table, wincing at how it now looked. "then i'm gonna go, i guess."

"yes, please," Sans sighed, sounding relieved.

Without another word, Red made his way out of the apartment. He wondered what he was going to do tonight, if he wasn't going to spend the evening with Sans. There was one thing he knew he had to do, so he rushed to the nearest bakery.

A little under half an hour later, Red was back in front of Sans' apartment. He knocked politely and waited for the small skeleton to open the door.

"red, i literally just told you that-," Sans began but Red interrupted him.

"no worries buddy, i ain't staying." He lifted his arm to show Sans what he had just bought. "i just got you a replacement cake to make up for the one i crushed earlier. sorry about that, you just got me by surprise and i have sharp claws. it's blueberry flavor, i think you like those?"

Sans' eyebrows shot up, and it took him a few seconds to recover before he hesitantly took the cake from Red's hands.

"uhm... okay? thanks?" Sans said softly. "this isn't a stupid plan to invite yourself in again, is it?" He asked suspiciously.

"nah," Red waved him with a chuckle. "you told me you ain't interested in dating me and i'm not a jerk. i'm fine with the friend zone, if i can't be your man i can at least be your friend and i'll be more than happy with that. welp, guess i'm really gonna go now."

Red turned on his heels and was about to walk away when a little hand grabbed his sleeve.

"hold on, you... still wanna be friends?" Sans asked incredulously. "even after i've rejected you like that?"

Red laughed.

"well, you said i was in the friend zone, right? so that means i still have hopes to hang out with you, even if dating is no longer on the table. well, that's fine by me, i got attracted to you in the first place because i think you're nice, so that hasn't changed."

A lovely cobalt blush spread on Sans' cheeks, and the small skeleton once again looked at anything but Red.

"i.. uhm... that's..." He stammered but couldn't find whatever it was he was trying to say, so Red chuckled again as he playfully pinched the tip of Sans' nasal bone.

"hey, no blushing between pals, that's gay. anyway, i'll see you tomorrow in class, yeah?" He said over his shoulder as he made his way back to the elevator.

The doors were about to close when Sans rushed in, slamming his arms between the closing doors of the elevator. Red looked at the small skeleton quizzically, while Sans was catching his breath.

"one date," the small skeleton said. "i'll give you one date to impress me and make me change my mind."

Welp. Red had always enjoyed a good challenge.

[fern-writes-whump]

Prompt:

“I told you to behave.”

Hi✨ I've had a lot of fun with this one I hope you like it <3

Featuring my lovely Syd: warning for violence, accidental injury (blood!), and claustrophobia :D

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Syd was so proud of herself. Things were going so much better lately, not only had she gotten perfect marks on her assignments that week, but she hadn't been punished once. She had been so good in fact, the headmaster himself allowed her to clean his office. To be in the presence of so many ancient books and artifacts, and she was allowed to touch them too!

As anyone could have guessed though, her good mood was quickly ruined when the sound of broken glass interrupted the eerie quiet. The old professor let out a string of curses entirely unseemly for a man of his position and stood up in such a hurry his chair clattered to the floor behind him.

Syd's whole body stiffened as the man stomped towards her and for a handful of interminable seconds she could have used to run away and hide, she instead scrambled to pick up as many pieces of the shattered vial laying at her feet. She clutched the shards to her chest as if they had been precious gems. The glass was digging into her shaking hands but she wasn't paying any attention to the pain, focused only on hiding the mess she'd made.

"I told you to behave." He snarled, now looming over her. She nodded, such a small and frantic movement it barely qualified as communication. She was not looking at him, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground where the smaller fragments glittered in the sunlight. That seemed to be the wrong answer.

She yelped in pain and surprise when a hand grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet in one swift motion. Glass and blood fell to the ground, the impact sounding so much louder than it should have to her frightened ears. She found her words then, rushing through apology after apology, and promising to scrub the floorboards until they'd be fit to eat on.

"No." He answered coldly, turning towards the door without letting go of his young pupil. "You've caused enough problems for today, you brat." She started struggling then, having caught on to what was coming. They both knew it was for nothing, however, as his hold only tightened and he persevered down a labyrinth of corridors.

"Attending this school is a privilege a creature like you is most unworthy of" He started, as he often did every time she'd misbehave. "I don't understand how you can be so careless knowing that."

"Please, I'm sorry, it- it was an accident!" She kept pleading the whole way, dragging her feet as much as she could given her smaller stature. It was as if she didn't weigh anything to the man, and it was probably true.

"You are not afforded accidents here."

They came to a sudden stop when they reached a wooden door, perfectly clean and polished as any other one in the building on the outside but scratched and torn on the inside. Syd swallowed, her head spinning just at the sight of it.

She didn't get the time to catch her breath before the door was swung open and she was shoved inside. She slammed against the wall and the door shut behind her in less than a moment. On pure instinct she turned around and started pounding on the old wood, begging to be let out.

Over the sound of her own screaming and her heartbeat hammering in her ears, she could vaguely make out a calm and almost polite voice on the other side of the door.

"I'll send someone to let you out when I feel you've learned your lesson."

Then steps getting farther and farther away.

Then nothing.

She crumbled to the ground then, having barely the space to extend her legs in front of her. Not that she would anyway, she was curled up as tightly as possible willing herself to just disappear.

[up-to-some-good]

Open Secrets

For @goodboylupin’s Candy Hearts challenge. My prompt was “Tell Him”

Sirius knew something was up the moment he stepped into the apartment. For one, Remus’s shoes were on the rack by the door, whereas he usually left his shoes somewhere to be tripped on. Secondly, he seemed to have cleaned the living room, which Sirius, a bit of a neat freak, usually sorted out. Finally, he was cooking dinner despite the fact that they had agreed Sirius would pick up Chinese on his way home from work.

“Hey, love,” Remus called as Sirius made his way to the kitchen. “How was work?”

“What did you do?”

Sirius ignored Remus’s question, instead checking the kitchen for evidence of whatever it was.

“Why would you think I did anything?” Remus asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Sirius glared at him and dumped the takeout bag on the table.

“The apartment’s too clean for your day off.” Sirius started checking the cupboards while he spoke, as if that would reveal Remus’s secret. “Plus you’re cooking. What did you do?”

“Do you ever think the war is making you too suspicious?” Remus tried to joke.

Sirius simply narrowed his eyes before attempting to pat his boyfriend down.

“Alright, alright!” Remus grabbed Sirius’s hands from his waist and held them close to his chest instead. “Will you just stop searching me and sit down? I want to talk to you about something.”

“You better not be breaking up with me, Remus Lupin. I just moved back in and I refuse to move out again. That was a hassle the first time and I honestly hate unpacking too much to go through it again.”

Remus guided Sirius to the table as he spoke, pouring a glass of water and handing it to him as he finished before taking a deep breath.

“I want to tell James that we’re together.”

Sirius half-choked on his water.

“What?” he asked, still coughing. “Why now?”

“I just don’t like keeping secrets,” Remus answered. “We both know James will be happy for us, and we were planning to tell him anyway once we were settled. It’s been six months now, and I’ve never been happier. It’s not even just James, really. I want everyone to know, but I know James is the most important to you.”

Sirius was quiet for a minute, reaching for Remus’s hand and playing with his fingers.

“Okay,” he said eventually. “But let’s just stop hiding it. I don’t really want to have a sit down with everyone and tell them that we’re together and we’re happy. Let’s just be openly together and be happy, and they can figure it out for themselves.”

Remus nodded quickly, a grin spreading over his face. “That works for me.”

As it turned out, James would be the biggest problem. Everyone else in their group seemed to work it out immediately while Sirius’s brother remained oblivious.

It took one coffee outing with Lily for her to work out what was going on. She noticed them holding hands beneath the table and pulled them both into a hug, endlessly pleased, in her words, that they finally got their shit together.

Marlene and Dorcas simply walked into the bar for drinks, saw the pair sitting together, and muttered something about owing Mary money before continuing on with their evening.

Peter may have been the easiest, albeit accidentally. He unfortunately walked in on the pair at an inappropriate moment and quickly slammed the door, yelling his congratulations to them with a promise to come back later.

James, however just didn’t seem to get it. Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand one day while they were walking around London, so James, perpetually needing to be included, grabbed his other hand and swung it back and forth as he continued chattering. Remus kissed his boyfriend’s cheek before heading to the bar to get a drink and James complained loudly that he didn’t get a kiss until Remus obliged. He managed to walk in on them multiple times cuddling on the couch while watching TV and simply joined the cuddle pile by squeezing in between them.

“I’m losing my mind, Pads.”

The gang was all over at their place for dinner for the first time since Harry was born, the baby in question staying with his grandparents for the night. Everyone was scattered across various chairs in the living room while the hosts got the food sorted in the kitchen. It had been two months and James was still oblivious, the rest of their friends now betting on how long it would take for him to pick up on their relationship.

“I know, Moons, but we’ve just got to keep going,” Sirius responded, reaching to massage his boyfriend’s shoulders. “We’ll just be more obvious about it.”

Remus leaned back into the touch, dropping his shoulders and stretching his neck as Sirius pressed a kiss to his back.

At that moment James walked in.

“Have you two finished cooking yet?” he asked, before noticing their position. “Back sore, Moony? There’s a great place for massages in Godric’s Hollow that you should check out. I think they even do a couple’s massage! We can go together, have a Prongs and Moony day!”

As he spoke, he picked up a few plates to take through to the others. As he left the room, Remus slammed his head down, narrowly missing the mashed potatoes.

“He’s an idiot.”

“Yeah.” Sirius smiled and picked up the rest of the food. “But he’s our idiot.”

The night continued with no progress from James. Sirius perched on the arm of Remus’s chair for a while before slipping into his boyfriend’s lap and James made no comment. Remus’s hand was under Sirius’s shirt for most of the night, tracing gentle patterns on his spine, and James didn’t seem to notice despite doing the same thing with his wife.

Sirius was reaching his breaking point when Peter started complaining about his living situation, as he was still living at home with his mother.

“I swear, it’s like she’s forgotten that I grew past the age of twelve,” he ranted. “She asked me why I was up past curfew the other night when I came home at 9pm. I’m at my wit’s end, but I swear there’re no apartments left in the UK.”

“You can come stay with us for a while, if you want,” Remus offered.

“Yeah, of course,” Sirius added. “We have a spare room and I promise we won’t be loud. Mostly.”

“Hey, you two finally decided to share a room?”

Everyone turned to stare at James.

“It’s about time!” he continued. “I swear you two were always in the same bed at Hogwarts anyway. I guess it helps with nightmares to have your best friend there, huh?”

The silence in the room was deafening as everyone stared at James, who was oblivious even to this as he grinned at his friends.

Finally, Sirius broke the silence, slamming his drink down before standing up.

“That’s it! I give up!” He gestured between himself and Remus, who was now staring at him incredulously. “James, Remus and I are dating. It’s been eight months now and we’re very happy and very in love. We’ve spent the past two months trying to get you to notice on your own, but at this point, I think we could propose in front of you and you’d still be clueless, so I’m telling you.”

He folded his arms and sighed as he resettled in Remus’s lap. The room turned their attention to James, now absolutely shellshocked.

“Eight months! Why didn’t you tell me?”

[peachymilkandcream]

Evelyn struggled way too hard that she ended up accidentally hitting him.

Levi x Evelyn -> There Are No Accidents

(A/N: Now this, this, I love this. Let's freaking get itttt)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn rushed in the door, slamming it behind her to keep him out, anything to keep him out. Words couldn't describe how angry she was at that moment, a moment later when the door swung open and shut just as violently she knew Levi wasn't having her temper. His footsteps catching up to hers easily as he spun her around.

"The fuck do you think you're doing walking away from me?"

"What do you mean? You think I would seriously stay and be humiliated like that?"

"Oh humiliating you, get over yourself, of course I'd talk about what I do with you."

"And I'm not going to just sit there and take it, which is why I left, and you can think whatever you want."

"And you publicly embarrassed me, what are people going to think when they find out I can't even control my wife? Your shitty attitude has made my reputation crumble already, and with these stunts I'll be lucky to even have it!"

"Oh no, I'd hate to ruin your precious reputation, oh you poor baby." Sarcasm drips off her tongue.

Levi grabs her wrist in his hand. "Don't you ever talk back to me you uptight bitch, you're practically begging for a punishment now. But if you ask for my mercy maybe I'll be merciful enough to forgive you this once."

"Shut your fucking mouth, I'll take my punishment instead of grovelling to someone like you."

"I wouldn't worry about that, you'll get it soon enough with the way you're going." His grip tightens, fingers digging into her skin.

"Let go of me it hurts!" She struggles slightly.

"I thought you said you could take my punishment?" He smirked, doing nothing but continuing to squeeze her arm.

She struggles more, pulling with all her might. "It hurts!"

Out of amusement, he releases the grip on her hand slightly, to see what she'll do. But the force of her struggling mixed with the momentum causes her to slap him across the face.

Both of them freeze a moment in shock, him because he had never felt her hand against him besides base struggling. And her because she knew how much trouble she'd be in now, there was no way Levi would let her off with just a warning. The reality of what she had just done, even by accident, sunk in, there's no telling what he'd do.

Levi takes a second, collecting his thoughts and gaining his composure before his expression turns to one of rage.

"How dare you." He grabs her by the neck, squeezing.

She claws at his hand on her throat, trying to choke out 'I didn't mean to's and apologies. Anything to get him to calm down so his temper wouldn't cost her her life.

"You fucking cunt, I could kill you right now for doing that to me. After all the things I do for you, you do this shit to me?"

He throws her down, kicking her head over and over, he was going to do it, he was going to beat her within an inch of her life. Then she'd learn her lesson, that with a proper fucking then she'd come to respect him again. She learn her place was under his heel.

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When she came back to consciousness, all she could process was pain. At lease two of her bones was broken, what else was damaged she wasn't sure. The next thing she registered was Levi inside of her, holding her broken body up enough to push himself inside. Pleasure was non-existent, it was only agony as he took Evelyn over and over, his only form of claiming her and teaching her the role he forced upon her was filling her womb.

Levi finally was satisfied after what seemed like centuries, leaving her filled and worn body. Maybe now she'd understand what her place was to him, a breeding machine to be the equivalent of his servant. Giving him children until he was satisfied, pleasuring him within a moment's notice at anytime simply because she should.

He'd get her a doctor to be sure, he wouldn't want anything to heal badly. But the pain would be a good reminder while she was on bed rest, only able to serve him sexually. However as a sign that his wrath had cooled and he forgave her he gave her a small kiss on the forehead.

"I love you my sweet wife.."

[bigdicktitties]

Pyramid head x reader smut

Word count 2.9k

Blood is thicker than water, but cum is thicker than blood. That is what your whore mother had always told you growing up. You knew all to well that sex sells. Men all alike only wanted one thing, and it was evident by the insane amounts of money that your mother brought in every night from working the street corner.

Those words rang in your head as you was chased down the corridor of the rotting building. You regret running away. Even if your mother brought in guys left and right or left for days on end, was that truly worse than the hell you was facing right now? You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, but you had never been athletic in the least. After years of depression brought on by your living situation, you neglected to stay in shape, and now you could reap what you sow.

Your lungs burned as your legs tried desperately to carry you to where you needed to go. You screamed from the stinging pain of it all. It was horrible. Between your quick, frantic breaths and the acrid stench of this corridor, you couldn't make out what was worse. If your body wasn't trying to save itself, you surely would have laid down and just died right about now.

You remember what had brought you to this fucking place. You finally had enough of your mother being a damn slut. It was 4 am and you had school. Most people would be asleep at those hours. She expected the same from her mother or for her to at least be gone, but no, she was spread out on the couch taking dick where everyone could see. It was revolting. You had dropped your bags and bolted out of the door, not caring where you went, how you got there, or even how you would survive. You just didn't want to stay there.

You was a rose that bloomed from concrete, but her concrete was a dead father who popped pills until the pills popped him back and a mother whose legs stayed open more than a 7/11. How could they expect her to live like this? Maybe it was for the best that she was being chased to her death in silent hill.

She came here thinking that is was deserted. Perfect place to live for the rest of your life if you are trying to stay gone. I learned quickly that it was full of worse than my mom spread eagle on the couch, and it was worse than finding your father, blue in the face, with an empty pill bottle in his hand.

I was in Silent Hill. This was a factory for nightmares. You couldn't turn a corner without being face with things that even satan couldn't face without trembling.

I covered my head after hearing the sirens wail. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but then I saw him. He stalked toward me like a predator. His body was ripped and massive. He was built like an olympian. He could've been a god had he not been splattered in screams and torment.

He swung his blade as if it were light as a feather. He was king of this place, evident by the way the other monsters I had seen just moment before scurried away, and those that dared to stand in his way, no matter how accidental, was killed like it was habit. On top of his head was his own crown to signify his place in the hierarchy of Silent Hill, and that was the pyramid he had for a head. He thus earned the name Pyramid head.

That is how I found myself here, running down the hall way and meeting a dead end as I clutched my head screaming. I was not going to survive this and my mother would never find me. Would I even go to heaven or was I predisposed from birth to be damned to hell?

He reached me, raising his arms over his head, ready to swing. I suddenly thought about my mom's words, and as much as I tried to be the opposite of her, I would fail in this moment. So what if I strayed form my beliefs for even a second? She would die anyways, and nobody would be here to see her momentary lapse in character.

In a last, desperate survival attempt, she pulled her shirt down to expose her breasts. She slammed her eyes shut not wanting to see the blade coming if he did decide to kill her, but after a few seconds, when she felt not a single sear of pain, she slowly opened her eyes.

He dropped the giant knife, and it hit the ground with a loud clang. I winced at the sudden noise. I heard a low throaty growl come from him, and I shivered at it.

"You can do whatever you want with my body, you can keep me as a sex slave for all I care, just please do not kill me. Please!" I begged, taking my shirt off completely to further emphasize that my words held the truth.

He put a rough palm up to my left breast and began to stroke the nipple of it softly. My breath caught in my throat at the gentleness of his hands. A growl left his lips as he stared at the hardened buds that were placed on her chest. HE held his hand under the right one, just simply feeling the weight of it in his hands.

The good thing about being fat was that you often got big boobs to go with it and that was enough for her because right now those fat boobs were saving her life.

"Does this mean you will take me up on my offer? I will be good to you and you only." I shifted around, trying to get up, " I will message your shoulders. They probably hurt from carrying around that big knife all day." I rambled on giving an awkward laugh.

He took his hand from my chest and shoved me back down against the wall. I fell with a whimper. GEtting the message, I stayed still, not wanting to make him mad. He gave a low growl that sounded like approval. That gave me some hope, if I could seduce this giant, the king of SIlent Hill, then I had a chance of survival.

A long, slithery tongue came out from underneath the pyramid, and licked up the side of my face. He reminded me of a puppy giving affection. I cupped his head in my hands, as his tongue trailed down to my nipples. His tongue swirled around the hard peaks, earning a moan from my plump lips. He continued to slobber on my nipples, earning illicit moans from my parted lips.

I put my head between his shoulder and his neck as his tongue trailed down, stopping at my buttoned jeans. He took the leather belt and fabric into his hands, tearing it away. He was ravenous, and I was the only thing that could satiate him. The pants fell in tatters around my floored body. He wasted no time sending his tongue to my most private parts.

THe slimy appendage slipped around my clit, giving it a nice message. My virgin body, bucked at the sudden jolt of pleasure. I clung to his massive body, shaking.

I could see why my mother did what she did. if this was just the appetizer, I could only imagine what the main course felt like. Moans filled my ears, and I realized they were coming from me. I felt like an inexperienced prude the way I handled myself, but he loved it. He sounded almost prideful that he could make a girl unravel in his arms.

It snuck up on me before I could register the knot in my stomach unfolding. I threw my head back, a scream leaving my mouth as my eyes were wedged open from pleasure. I rode out the high before my body went limp against his massive body. My arms falling to my sides as he retracted his tongue. I gave a whimper of protest from the lack of pleasure.

He dropped my body to the ground, not bothering to be gentle. He was a tall man, so the fall was not a short one. I stood up on my feet as he put a hand on my fluffy hair, pushing me down. I hit my knees, feeling the cold ground below me. I was face to face with his crotch and suddenly I understood. He wanted to be pleasured too. I pulled his robes off, "I hope you know that I have never done this before, it may not be like your thinking."

He said nothing, instead he placed his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his massive erection. I choked and gagged around the girth of it. It was so fucking thick, the taste wasn't anything like I was expecting. For women to suck dick so much, you would think that it tasted good or something. This was very bitter, and kinda sweaty. You expected worse from the thing, seeing as how he looked like he had never showered.

He was not considerate of the size of your throat. HE plowed his way to the back, shoving it past your teeth repeatedly. His hands stayed on either side of your head, "guiding" it over his cock how he wanted you to suck it. He did most of work for you, all you had to was hold your pretty little mouth open and gag on his thick dick.

You stayed there on your knees, the metal grate of a floor was digging in to your chubby legs as you kneeled in front of the hulking giant. YOu closed your eyes, but that didn't stop the tears from running down your face. You told yourself that they were just tears of joy. Joy that you would live to see another day even if that day was filled with taking the cock of this beast.

You didn't feel the tich ropes of cum shoot down your throat. He was so far in your face that it would take his fist being shoved down your throat to feel something more than what was already there.

He slid his dick out of your throat, and you felt your windpipe constrict back down to it's normal size. You held your throat, wincing at the feeling he left behind. He shot his cum right in the back of your throat, making you feel like you had congestion.

A moan ripped through that pyramid head of his and reverberated in your ears. You had done a good job. He picked you up, swinging you over his shoulder. Your body jiggled with every step you took, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh could be heard with every hulking step he took. You hung limply over his shoulder. You had no more will to fight. Your body felt used, and you hadn't even fucked the man yet. He took you to a room that was ladden with hooks and other torture devices.

Fear was etched on your features when you saw the devices. Scared he was going to torture you, your breath hitched in your throat, "Please don't hurt me!"

He put you down, shaking his head. I gulped hard, waiting for the lash of a whip or a blade to pierce my skin. Instead he forced my hands out infront of me, palms up. I closed my eyes thinking he was going to slap me like a nun. A cold object was placed in my hand, and he closed his fingers around mine. I opened my eyes in confusion. Why didn't he slice me?

He began to breathe heavily as he guided your hands and the blade to his chest, then up to his collar bone. He pressed the knife to his collar bone and then tapped your hand with his palm. You looked at him confused, "Do you want me to cut you?" He nodded.

You dragged the blade across his body, making little cuts where he told you. His body sank into the wall, as another groan ripped through his body. He tugged your frame onto his, and you put the entire weight of yourself onto him.

Your entire body was red with pleasure and delight. Your bare pussy was laid against his naked body. You ground against his body, leftover come mixed with new precum was smeared in your delicate slit that was already soaked with your own wetness. A mewl left your lips at the feeling.

He took the knife out of your hand, and grabbed needles off the table. He rubbed his nipples to get them hard, and then handed you the needles. He once again pressed your hand to the spot that he wanted you to deliciously hurt. You held his nipple between your forefinger and thumb, you gave it a gentle twist. His hips bucked beneath you, sending shockwaves through your body. You readied the needle by his nipple, and stuck it through. A shudder ripped through his entire body, and it felt like vibrations against your sopping pussy. "Please, it feels so good." You begged, leaning your body against his.

He nodded, grabbing handfuls of your plush, fat ass and roughly lowering it down onto his girth. You screamed in pain at the hard stretch. You gripped his shoulders, not knowing that your nails had begun to dig and make him bleed. HE moaned at that, and now that he knew you would hurt him if you were slammed down onto him, he began to frantically shove his cock into you.

Primal was the only word you could think of to describe such a man. He was not gentle at all, and he had no intention of being. He was a force to be reckoned with like this. Your titties bounced against his chest as you clutched his body for dear life. Your jaw clenched as you buried your face in his chest.

You felt something slither between your cheeks and into that tight little hole that nothing could fit in it. He made it fit. he stretched your tiny little asshole out to the point it was just as painful as your sopping cunt, but there was an edge of pleasure to that feeling. The odd feeling of his tongue slipping in and out of your ass, coupled with his cock pummeling your pretty little pussy, made your body go limp against him. You could feel your next orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach.

He stopped.

He stood, flipping you around to face away from him, he reinserted his tongue in your ass, and you suddenly knew why the position changed when he slid his cock into your tight, wet hole. The way he curved, hit you right in your g-spot.

A scream left your lips as his appendage made its rounds decimating you. You smiled a loopy smile. He growled behind you, mostly out of approval. Your poor body was so cockdrunk that you didn't even notice the orgasm that ripped through your body. You gripped his arms, shaking as he made no attempts to slow down. He plowed through your orgasm, with no regard to what might actually feel good.

You can't complain. You did offer to be his pretty little fuck hole as long as you got to survive. After this you wouldn't mind it, you were so stretched out that no man could ever be with you, so either pyramid head or death, and pyramid head didn't seem so bad.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he final wave of your orgasm fizzled out, but they shot open soon after as he gripped you tighter, and slammed you down with newfound speed. He hammered into you sweet spot, earning the most delightful screams from you cock sucking lips. "Ahhh...pleas-don-ah!" You screamed as your pussy began to quake.

You thought you would break from how rough you was being fucked by this giant, but it seems he broke first. A roar left his helmet as your body shook under it all. He pulled out, his cock still coming and spraying his seed all over your body. YOu looked down, curious, only to get sprayed in the face by a splash of cum. You licked your lips tasting his salty goodness.

His tongue came around, licking the rest of his cum off your body. He cradled you against his chest as he walked you to a gurney in the room, and he place your naked, shaking body onto it and patted your head. Your eyes automatically close, and you tried to sleep.

THe sirens woke you up, and you shit up to see Pyramid head walking out the door, "Wait!" You reached an arm out to him. HE stopped in the doorway, looking at her, "Will you be back? Does this mean that we have a Deal? Will you keep me alive in exchange for my body?" HE nodded before walking out the door.

That nod was all she needed to feel at ease. She now had the protection of the most fearsome monster in all of Silent Hill. SHe finally felt good, but the last thought before she fell asleep made the world around her collapse into her own mental darkness that was worse than anything this physical place could conjure: SHe had become just like her mother, giving up her body to survive,

#pyramidhead #silenthill #fanfiction #smut #lemon #analsex #bdsm #facefucking #Masochism #pyramidhead #pyramid headxreader

[magax-destroyer]

The Void Within Tie-Ins II: The Summons

A Steampunk Blumaroo was making her way to the mailbox of her employer, her tail dragging along the ground over the cobblestone pathway through the yard. The mailbox was stuffed to the brim with envelopes; mostly spam mail.

When you've been around for thousands of years, you tend to accidentally sign up for a lot of suspicious subscriptions…

The Blumaroo removed all of the envelopes from the mailbox before walking over to the trash can by the road, sifting through them and disposing of all of the junk… until a purple scroll caught her eye. She unraveled the scroll for herself, reading it with a dull expression on her face.

An urgent message to all of the Kings, Queens, Emperors, Lords, Governors, Mayors, Monarchs, Protectors and Defenders of Neopia…

Her expression grew increasingly concerned as she read the summons, before her head whipped in the direction of the house she had just come from. Clutching the scroll tightly in her hands, the Blumaroo dropped the rest of the mail on the ground before rushing back inside.

"Wallyss! Wallyss!!!" She called out loudly as she burst through the door, before swiftly running down the hall.

~~~ Inside of a cluttered, messy study, an Elderly Aisha was sitting cross-legged on the floor, deep in focus... ...until a Blumaroo swung his door open so hard it slammed into a bookshelf, knocking several magical tomes over. Wallyss coughed and sputtered, nearly choking on his own dentures before he floated to his feet and straightened himself up. "Lenoreria? What's gotten into you? You look like you've seen a---" "You have a summons." Lenoreria breathlessly explained. "From King Altador and Queen Fyora." "I'm not here!" Wallyss said the words so quickly, the Blumaroo barely understood him. The Aisha immediately hit the floor and curled up into a ball, pulling his hat down over his eyes and his cape around his body, as if that'd hide him. Lenoreria watched in silence as the Aisha trembled on the floor, a bland look on her face. The Blumaroo gently laid the rolled up scroll next to Wallyss' head, silently watching as the Aisha hesitantly unrolled it and read the contents. Lenoreria nervously rubbed her arm as Wallyss' ears pinned back, his ear stalks lowering as his eyes narrowed at the summons. "I could tend to the house for you, if you decide to go..." Lenoreria quietly spoke up, only for Wallyss to hold a hand up to make her pause. "Nope. I want you with me, Len~" Wallyss chirped, his tail wiggling as he smiled brightly at the Blumaroo. "I'm not going to Altador by myself. No way." Nodding gently, Lenoreria walked over to Wallyss to help him up and off of the floor. The Aisha paused in order to crack his back, before whistling loudly. A magical umbrella flew in through the open door, straight to Wallyss' outstretched hand, before snapping itself shut. The Elderly Aisha then offered his hand to the Blumaroo, giving her a cheeky smile. "Shall we be off~?" ~~~

Wallyss and Lenoreria were walking together with their arms linked on the way in to Altador, the Steampunk Blumaroo wearing a black veil over her face and the Elderly Aisha twirling his open umbrella above his head as a white cape trailed behind him.

"Are you sure about this, Wallyss?" Lenoreria whispered to the Aisha.

"As sure as I'll ever be." Wallyss stuck his tongue out at the Blumaroo, before blinking in surprise. The change in his expression made Lenoreria turn her head in order to see what he was looking at.

A zombie Ruki was making his way towards the Hall of Heroes, fully decked out in armor, with two strange swords clinking in their scabbards. He was absentmindedly chewing some gum as he walked, a Light Faerie Bubble hanging around his neck by a yellow chain.

Wallyss and Lenoreria fell in step alongside him, with Lenoreria offering him a brief greeting of "Hello, Shean."

The Ruki bit back a shriek of surprise. "Lenoreria!? Why are you here!?"

"I suppose for the same reason you are." Lenoreria replied, letting go of Wallyss briefly in order to put her full attention on the Ruki walking alongside her. "Don't tell your sister, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure Wee's already stressing about me coming..." Shean said. "Don't need her worrying about her other partner, too. Wait, isn't there a warrant out for your arrest here?"

"No." Lenoreria quickly stated. "Just don't tell anyone my actual name and we shouldn't have any problems."

Shean merely looked away from the Blumaroo and towards the building standing before the trio.

The Hall of Heroes…

Lenoreria felt Wallyss grab her arm, clutching her somewhat tightly as he grumbled, "Let's just get this over with…"

As the group headed into the Hall of Heroes, they wouldn't notice that someone was watching them head in… …nor did they see the figure walk away, leaving behind a trail of footprints scorched into the ground.