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skrrts · 3 months ago

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older, wiser & hotter than ever (oneshot)

✧ gn!reader x song mingi ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, dating, fluff ✧ word count: 2,1k

Mingi didn’t anticipate spending his 25th birthday stuck at an airport because your flight home was canceled at the last minute. There isn't much you can do about it but it doesn't mean you won't make sure it's a birthday to remember in your own little silly ways.

a/n: i wanted to write something short and cute for his birthday. no special warnings. queued it to be posted at Korean midnight hour.

“I am really sorry we have no better news for you, but due to the weather, there won’t be any flights until morning, once the fog has cleared. However, your rescheduled flight at nine should leave as planned,” the woman apologized again, and you hurried to smile.

“Of course, I understand. Thank you so much for the help,” you offered a polite nod and turned around. After the most amazing week in Los Angeles, it seemed not all plans were meant to work out. Of course, everyone else frowned a bit when Mingi announced with a playful grin how you managed to plan your vacation so that you’d land and return home at the moment of midnight, him stepping out of the airplane as his birthday began. There was a bit of a romantic idea to see it as a symbol of stepping into the second half of his twenties.

Mingi was quite emotional about it; the idea of letting go of his youth was challenging, and you knew it was his way of dealing with it. Now the two of you were sitting at the airport, your flight was canceled because of bad weather, and neither of you had enough cash left to book another hotel to be a bit more comfortable.

Mingi was obviously disappointed. He always failed to hide it, as much as he hurried to smile when he saw you, his hand reaching out to pull you onto his lap.

“I take it they told you there is nothing they can do about it, and we have to please be understanding, while also reminding us that bad weather will not be a reason for the travel company to give us a refund.”

You laughed when he changed his voice, trying to sound like one of those travel agents. You curled your arm around his neck and placed a short kiss on his lips.

“Something like that. I guess we’re stuck here until tomorrow. At least you’ve got a great story to tell — just add a little more action and tension, like thousands of tourists stranded in Los Angeles, scenes close to a battle.”

It was nice to see his features form into his iconic smile: “Don’t forget about the aliens, then.”

The two of you laughed, and he sighed, allowing his chin to rest on your shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind, though, if we suddenly found a black credit card and could spend the night in one of those big, fancy airport hotels. That would be nice. We totally deserve that, don’t we?”

The idea of a large bed instead of the uncomfortable seating areas of the airport was certainly more tempting.

“Absolutely. Speaking of sleep, though, it’s getting late. While we’ll make it back home with half a day of delay, you still should rest a bit.” You ruffled his hair. “Don’t want to start your special day being all tired.”

Mingi pouted and looked at you before giving in. “Fine, but only with my favorite pillow. Let’s move to one of those corner sitting areas, then I can relax against the wall and you can lean against me.”

You nodded and took his hand, Mingi taking care of the luggage you shared with his free hand as you carefully made your way through the upset crowds of passengers, as you weren’t the only ones affected by this. At least you managed to find a more private spot quickly, a small sitting corner far from the ticket counters.

Once the bag was securely stored, Mingi got comfortable, opening his arms wide for you. You snuggled into his embrace, and his arms held you tightly, your head against his cheek as you listened to his heartbeat.

“This was a really fun vacation, even if it ends like this,” your boyfriend noted after a while, his voice sleepy but content. “I never thought I’d come here until you just said we’re gonna do it. The food was really good, and I will have to save up properly next time. Then, I can buy one of those fancy jackets, maybe some cool shoes to go along with it. I’ll wear both at the water restaurant, with some sunglasses, and flash you a smile so you fall madly in love with me, and we walk into the sunset.”

As you listened to him, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Mingi, you already are the coolest and hottest person to me, and while maybe your clothes aren't the big brands, you look amazing in every photo we took.”

As your head tilted a little to look at him, your gazes met, and he smiled lazily but happily. “I have the most stunning and gorgeous person by my side, just making sure I always live up to it.”

He always would have your heart and silly admiration; there was nothing special needed, but you knew Mingi was stubborn, and you did not want to tell him not to aim for something important to him.

“Said person would not mind a good night kiss.”

This time you were the one to pout your lips and grin, mumbling something about how you learned from the best, and you kissed. Your hand rested against his warm cheek as you slowly gave him a gentle shove to relax back.

“Time for that nap. We do not want to miss that late flight because of being too tired,” you teased, but Mingi yawned. Unlike you, he drifted off within minutes, and while you fell into a soft kind of slumber, it was not deep. You just could not see yourself sleeping at an airport at all, eventually ending up just watching passengers pass by, many leaving as it got dark and likely booking some hotel to spend the night there rather than here.

You pulled out your phone and checked the time; it was about an hour left to the eighth of August back at home. This was not how you planned it, but improvising was one of your strengths. You gave your boyfriend a gentle shove.

“Mingi, are you awake? I really need to use the bathroom.”

It took a moment, but eventually, Mingi stirred and gave you a small nod, a big hand ruffling through your hair.

“I’m awake, go ahead.” His husky, sleepy voice was nice — you always loved to hear it.

“I’ll be back soon,” you promised. A quick kiss was placed on his cheek before you got up and grabbed your bag. The truth was you had a few other intentions, a plan made on the spot, finding one of the many restaurants and bakeries at the airport. This one was a little smaller and seemed more personal.

When you approached the woman and asked for the favor, she seemed amused but offered a kind smile.

“That’s no problem if you say the flavor does not matter. We have a few smaller cakes. Would you like a ‘Happy Birthday’ with a name or an age, maybe?”

There was a hint of color on your cheeks: “Actually, I was thinking this?”

You had seen a few of those cakes on Pinterest when searching for ideas for Mingi’s birthday for the small celebration you two had planned for the weekend with friends.

The woman laughed, followed by her co-worker who also glanced at it: “That we can do as well. We just finished a new row of cakes, so give us twenty minutes and it should be done.”

You clapped your hands together: “Thank you very much.”

The woman smiled, and you sat down on one of the free chairs, dropping Mingi a message that you were hungry, and decided to grab some food on the way back, just so he wouldn’t be worried about where you went.

He answered within a moment with a few kissing emojis, so you were relieved to see he was doing okay.

The past few years with him had been some of the best. You loved how reckless he could be while also just embracing his cuteness when everyone else often thought of him as a guy who was a little mysterious and hard to figure out. If anything, Mingi always felt easy to read; the longer you two were together, the fewer the occasions where he would try and hide his feelings from you, something you honored by doing the same.

“Here you go,” the woman handed you a small box, and you opened it, giving it a glance before smiling.

“This is perfect, thank you!” The cake really was small, but that was perfect; wasting food was not an option, and you wouldn’t be able to take any on the flight.

“We hope even with this weather, he has a nice birthday.” The woman winked and gifted you two bottles of coffee for free.

When you slowly returned to your seats, Mingi looked like a lost puppy, his head going left and right to see just where you had been.

“You didn’t think I was running away, did you?” you teased softly as he looked at you, his face brightening up right away.

“Of course not, you just were gone for some time,” he replied, and his gaze wandered to the box in your hand. You offered one of the bottles to him; it was late for coffee, but he did not seem to question it after the two of you just had a nap.

“Well,” you started, looking at him. “I know this day was meant to be special, and we’re about to spend half of it on an airplane instead, but I don’t think that means it has to be any less amazing. After all, it is your day, and how could it not be?”

Look at you being all sappy! At least there was a blush, and he rubbed a hand over his neck.

“Yah, what’s this all about?”

Two minutes until midnight at home.

You smiled, leaning over to unzip the bag and pulling out something you managed to sneak in without him noticing when you packed. The branding on it already made his face surprised.

The two of you went to this one store; they sold really unique pieces of denim jackets, each one of a kind, but the prices were a little steep. So when Mingi tried on the same one four times but sighed because of the price tag, ultimately leaving it behind while talking about just how nice it had been for days, you knew this was it. You went back and bought it.

“Seriously?” Mingi looked like you gifted him a car rather than a jacket when he pulled it out and looked at it like it was the most stunning piece of clothing.

“You loved it so much, and you look good in it, so when I said I wanted to buy some souvenirs, I actually went back to the store. It is your birthday, so no notes about the price! You just owe me to wear it plenty and tell everyone how amazing I am,” you teased, and he pulled it on, right over his hoodie.

“This is the best — you are the best!” He pulled you closer, kissing you deeply. It took a bit of effort not to just lean in and let him pull you over. The hour changed, and you smiled into the kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Song Mingi,” you whispered. Mingi was smiling brightly.

“Thank you. Oof, I love you so much!”

You laughed and finally offered the box to him.

“Well, I hope with a new age comes great hunger. Every birthday should start with a cake. Candles will have to wait for the other one at home, but until then, here you go.”

Mingi grinned: “Is that so? Ah, okay then!”

He accepted it and opened the box slowly, greeted by the text you requested.

‘Older, Wiser, and Hotter than Ever.’

Getting older was scary but also exciting, and you couldn’t wait to see where Mingi was going from here. You were happy to be the one by his side.

“I cannot deny I get older and hotter. I am pretty hot, am I not?” he grinned, and you rolled your eyes, smirking.

“Fine, I admit it.”

“ I will make sure it becomes a daily thing. I don’t promise to get any wiser, but the rest, leave it to me. You won’t regret it.”

Mingi kissed you again, and this time, you just allowed yourself to melt a little more.

Yeah, you were more than content to let him impress you, day by day, for the rest of your life, and all it would take was for you two to be yourselves and be together.

The world stopped, just for you, as thousands of passengers rushed through the busy airport.

#mingi x reader #mingi x you #ateez x reader #ateez oneshot #ateez imagines #ateez au #ateez writing #mn tag #mingi oneshot #mingi fluff #ateez fluff #reis writes #song mingi x reader

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northlt03 · 6 months ago

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I am a sucker for sibling Angst, man

Sirius who stayed in an abusive house just to keep an eye on his younger brother, just to make sure Regulus was always safe. He would rather his parents focus all their negative attention on him, if it meant Regulus looked tame in comparison. So that's what he did. He grows his hair long, endures the curses and when it gets too much, when he sees no other answer but to run away, Regulus doesn't come with him.

Sirius who watched his brother grow more and more distant each year until one morning, it was the middle of the war, there were deaths left and right. People Sirius had seen and talked to, people who became corrupted husks of their former selves with no backbones.

Sirius who was rude and blunt, hating Death Eaters with a burning passion, but when it's his brother's name in the paper, he breaks down. Looking after Regulus was his job. He can't help but think he should have done better. No one else could ever hope to understand and there's nothing to be done.

Nico di Angelo who's only constant for ten years had been his older sister. She was there when their mother died, she was there when a weird lawyer took them to a casino, she was there at the weird boarding school.

And then suddenly she was pulling away and Nico was only ten with no clue what to do. Bianca wouldn't listen to him, she discarded him at the first opportunity. And still he couldn't hate her.

They were siblings, cut from the same cloth, with the same blood running through their veins. How could he ever hate her for wanting to live her life?

Nico di Angelo who's sister probably sat with him and let him explain mythomagic to her. They would play for hours, Bianca wouldn't understand half of it, but that was okay, Nico just liked her presence. It wasn't as though she didn't pay him any attention. She followed the game, the cards and the statues, asking him questions and talking about it to cheer him up.

Nico di Angelo who ran up to the first demigod he had ever seen in action, where's my sister?

Thalia Grace who was only seven when her baby brother was born. She would laugh and play with him, because their mother certainly didn't care. She was there when Jason got the scar on his lip, when Jason rolled over, when Jason started to crawl, when Jason learned how to walk, when Jason's first word was "Tha- Tha". It was a while before he could say her name, and even longer until he could say "mom".

Thalia Grace who stayed for her brother and left only for a moment. That one moment. When she lost her brother. And when Jason was gone, there was no more need for her to stay anymore. She was afraid, afraid for what their mother might have done. What if she had too much to drink and in her drunken state did something horrible to her brother. Her brother. Jason had always been hers more than he was their mother's.

Thalia Grace who's last thought before being turned into a tree was probably that she might get to see Jason again (Halcyon Green had basically told her that). And when she wakes up, all she can see is green-ish blue eyes and blond hair and her first thought is Jason but it's some new demigod, a son of Poseidon.

Thalia Grace who found her brother over a decade after first losing him. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him close and telling him about a mother he didn't remember. Good she thinks. Beryl Grace was not a mother he should remember.

Thalia Grace who's baby brother is fifteen when she meets him and she looks almost sixteen, no one could be able to tell they had a seven year age difference between them.

Thalia Grace who's brother died at age sixteen. Older than she was biologically. Her baby brother.

Gone. Again.

#sibling angst #angst #marauders #regulus black #marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black #the marauders #nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus rewrite #bianca di angelo #black brothers #thalia grace #jason grace

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wordbreaker · 9 months ago

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The Taming of the Dragon, 1 ✷ Aemond Targaryen

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen / F!OC

SUMMARY: One evening, Aemong, in dire need of clearing his head, catches a Dragonkeeper on the beach tending to Vhagar. The Queen of Dragons doesn't seem bothered by the stranger's presence. Quite the opposite. Aemond is immediately intrigued. Even more so when he discovers that the stranger is a girl who comes from the North and bears the name Snow.

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Aemond Targaryen was on the verge of going mad. Everyone around him, from his mother to his grandfather and even his failing father, had only one word on their lips: Rhaenyra. His half-sister, who lived in Dragonstone, haunted the Red Keep. Her ghost wandered the corridors and manifested itself on their lips. He no longer wanted to hear that cursed name, which brought with it bad omens and curses.

“She'll do anything to usurp the throne! Even if she knows Aegon is the rightful heir!’ Alicent Hightower shouted.

Her brown curls bounced with every step she took. Her incessant to-ing and fro-ing along the Small Council’s table was making his head spin.

His mother had summoned him—as if Aegon wasn't the first son—to this secret meeting where her, his grandfather Otto, Criston Cole and Larys Strong would discuss stratagems, politics, and manipulations: three things he had started to loath. His love for his mother and his sense of duty had kept him from leaving the minute she made that request.

His expression revealed his true opinion of this ridiculous spectacle which he was watching with a distracted eye. He had stopped listening a long time ago and was waiting patiently—as was expected of him—to be dismissed. These discussions had a way of boring him. They went round in circles, nothing more than paraphrases of a previous meeting. A constant déjà-vu fuelled by obsession and a thirst for power.

“Viserys will come round,” her father reassured her.

The Queen laughed, a mundane, almost inelegant, gesture that was incongruous with her status. Rhaenyra had the gift of unearthing his mother’s inner ugliness. She could turn the most important woman in Westeros into the common little girl full of rage she had once been.

“She has his favour. She is the favourite child! He won't change his mind, not even about his first son!”

And what a son! Unsurprisingly, Aegon was nowhere to be seen today. His brother had never taken to politics. He was probably busy fucking some whore in the Silk Alley or some maid in his rooms, happy to let Aemond take over the responsibilities he left vacant.

Although it pained him to admit it, Aegon was the first son and he belonged on the Iron Throne. Aemond would much rather see his brother sit there than his whore of a half-sister. Aegon wasn't evil, just a misguided soul that his mother and grandfather would set straight. He was sure of that. Leaving the kingdom in Rhaenyra's palms, on the other hand, was tantamount to condemning the inhabitants of the Seven Kingdoms. Her reign would only bring calamity.

He tilted his head back and looked up at the ornate ceiling. His fingernails beat against the wooden table as the minutes ticked by. Slowly. Much too slowly. He held back a yawn.

The tone had been raised, words had been shouted, orders, given, and in the midst of all this racket, Aemond felt like screaming. He couldn't care less about Rhaenyra, his uncle, and her brown-haired bastards.

Aemond didn't want to suffer what his birth had spared him—responsibility. The second son was merely the replacement, the forgotten one. He would only appear on stage if Death came too early.

He wanted to be left in peace until then.

A futile desire for someone bearing the Targaryen name. No ancestor of the blood of the Dragon had known peace and he certainly wouldn't be the first.

The sun had been down for at least three hours when Aemond finally escaped from the clutches of his mother and grandfather. He mourned a wasted day and headed for his rooms.

On the way, he came across Aegon, his eyes reddened, and his eyelashes still stuck with sleep. His fist itched. He felt a visceral need to bring it down on his brother’s face. Why wouldn’t he grow up? What would become of Westeros if his grandfather and mother succeeded in making him king? Aegon was an immature fool and Aemond was expected to pick up the pieces. What did he gain by doing so? No recognition, no respect, and certainly not power. He was asked to do it because it was expected of him. An unspoken rule he learned to obey from an early age.

Aemond Targaryen would forever remain the second son, obscured by the shadow of Aegon’s unworthy glory.

“Brother.”

Aegon nodded, but the sly smile on his lips threw off any semblance of politeness. Aemond remained unmoved. He would not play his game, not tonight, although a few insults came to the tip of his tongue. He clenched his jaw.

“I assume the council was as interesting as usual. I'm sorry I couldn't be there but, you understand... A pretty servant was waiting for me. Couldn’t disappoint her, you know?”

Aemond didn't reply. He had not even deigned to leave the castle, not even his rooms. His hands began to shake, and a stabbing pain seized his sapphire eye, as it did every time he was upset. Lazy bastard.

When Aemond was mastering the art of sword fighting, Aegon was swilling whole jugs of wine. When Aegon was thrusting his cock between the thighs of a whore, Aemond was immersing himself in the histories of Old Valyria.

They couldn't have been more different.

Aemond continued towards his chambers, his face tense. Behind him, his brother burst out laughing and tried to talk to him, but he quickened his pace. Tonight, he had no patience for conversation.

Soon, the large wooden doors of his rooms appeared at the end of the corridor. The relief he felt was dulled by a weight in his chest.

At the last moment, Aemond turned around and hurried back. He felt as if he were suffocating within the gigantic walls of the Red Keep. The vast corridors were no longer so. They closed in on him and whispered hissing words. They slipped into his ear and snaked into his mind to unearth his worries. Stories of legitimacy, inheritance, the throne and responsibility—everywhere he went, his duty followed and plagued him.

Aemond needed to see Vhagar. He usually avoided disturbing her in the evening. His dragon was no longer in her prime and slept more than the others. Tonight, he would allow himself to be selfish. The need was too great. He had to clear his head, or he would go mad like many Targaryens before him.

He continued walking until he came to a darkened alcove. Aemond slid his hand over the cold stones. Eyes closed, he savoured the sensation. Click. He pushed open the wall, revealing a long and abandoned corridor.

The secrets of the Red Keep were no longer unknown for him. Aemond had spent his youth wandering up and down the corridors of the building in search of them. The stories said that Maegor the Cruel had beheaded the architects, the masons, the carpenters... all the brains and hands that built this fortress. They took these secrets to their graves, secrets that only the blood of the Dragon could recognise.

After the loss of his eye—thinking of Lucerys Strong made him cringe—Aemond had redoubled his efforts to find them all. These passages had offered him the ideal refuge to escape from the gaze of others during the most difficult period of his life. This tradition had survived.

Aemond didn't even stop in front of Balerion's skull—not when his own dragon, alive on top of it, was waiting for him—and he rushed through the corridors, down some stairs, up others, turned left and then right, down some stairs again until he finally reached a door which he pushed open.

The fresh air whipped across his face. Immediately, all his worries evaporated, although his hands continued to tremble—a vestige of his wrath. He inhaled the smell of the shore, a delicious mixture of salt and air.

Aemond made his way down the stairs and onto the beach. He relished the sensation of walking on the white sand. It crumbled under his leather boots. Aemond found this instability reassuring. Nature could be unstable too. The wind had picked up and was blowing thousands of grains around. These whirlwinds, small storms of matter, calmed him and the proximity of Vhagar finished off the hurricane rising in his heart.

With a slight smile on his lips, he walked over to the dunes where his dragon had taken refuge since he brought her back from Driftmark, eight years ago. A mountain of green scales stood among the other mounds of sand. It moved with every breath. Aemond could almost feel the warmth of her breath, the hardness of her scales, and could already imagine himself riding her, hair blowing in the wind, free in his mind.

His joy was short-lived. The gods did not like to see him happy.

Aemond stopped dead in his tracks. Next to the gigantic figure of Vhagar, a small silhouette stood out. It was fidgeting and tormenting the dragon’s sleep. The short distance between the two made him clench his fists. They were close, far too close. Aemond had forbidden anyone to approach his mount. He had never had to repeat his request before. Who would be foolish enough to approach a sleeping dragon? Those who had risked it were no longer around to tell the tale. They had been burnt to a crisp and their loved ones had had to mourn an unrecognisable pile of ashes.

The stranger must have been unconscious or just mad.

Aemond stomped over to them.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he growled rather than asked.

He knew he was protective of Vhagar. Everyone around him had noticed. He had exchanged her for an eye, and this suffering had only redoubled his murderous impulses: Vhagar was his. Anyone who dared touch her would face his rage.

The latter rose in his chest and accelerated his heartbeat. It coursed through his entire being, leaving no part of his body untouched. His nails dug into the palms of his hands. His muscles quivered, waiting for just one thing—for him to attack.

He stepped forward, ready to confront the stranger, who jumped and turned but did not reply. This silence made him even more furious. Who dared ignore their prince?

Moving a little closer, Aemond recognised the gleaming black armour and scaled helmet of the Dragonkeepers.

A breeze of relief blew over his heart, but it didn't completely calm the agitation that had been building up inside. At least this person knew what they were doing.

Worry and anger gave way to curiosity: what were they doing here? Aemond had never come across a Dragonkeeper outside the pit. They lived there to ensure the well-being of the creatures. Like monks, the pit was their sanctuary, and nothing could keep them from their duties.

Normally, at least.

He couldn't see their face. Vhagar's massive form cast an equally colossal shadow over their body, which was further darkened by the night. It was only when he was close enough to smell the smoke coming from their uniform that he realised it was a girl and, worse still, that he didn't know her.

The last time he had ventured into the dragonpit, he had been only ten years old and had two eyes. Back when he was still Dragonless-Aemond, the place had seemed unreachable yet idyllic—the embodiment of impossible dreams. Eight years ago, he would have easily been able to name the seventy-seven keepers with the time he spent there. He came every day, waiting for the moment when a dragon would accept him as a rider.

The Dragonkeepers’ faces had clouded over with time, reduced to vague memories that the satisfaction of having claimed Vhagar had swept away. Far too large to fit in the pit, his dragon had made her home on the dunes of King's Landing and, in doing so, had made the dragonpit a bygone era of his childhood.

“State your name. Now.”

She dipped into a clumsy curtsy, perhaps the worst he had ever seen. She almost tripped on air and fell face-first into the sand. He winced. This girl was cruelly lacking in grace. No doubt the keeper’s profession had damaged her manners, which already left a lot to be desired.

"Lucella Snow, yer ‘ighness.”

His eye twitched.

A bastard from the North.

The shamelessness made perfect sense now.

These people were nothing but barbarians, made savages by the cold and their proximity with the Wildlings. They prayed to their strange, faceless gods, remnants of a primitive past, and still clung to superstitions dating back thousands of years which bore witness to their backwardness. Too limited for the political intrigues of the South, they retreated into their icy fortresses and only left them to defend themselves.

Northerners were strange and even the Starks, although not the worst of their species, were no exception to the rule.

Add to that the absence of a father to beat her and train her like a lady, which she could have become with a little effort, and you had the bastard in front of him. She was not unpleasant to look at, Aemond decided. Her pale skin, hidden under the ashes smeared on her cheeks, and the few strands of black hair sticking out of her helmet leaped out at him. If she had been born in wedlock, many suitors would have fought for her hand in marriage.

“And what on earth is a Winterfell bastard doing here?”

“I’m sorry, yer ‘ighness, but I’m afraid ‘am just a bastard frum White ‘arbah.”

Her accent struck Aemond's ears and made him wince. Syllables here and there disappeared as the vowels struggled to make themselves heard properly in this gibberish. Her voice was deep, deeper than his mother's or his sister's—the only women of his life—, and dragonfire smoke had taken the evenness out of her tone, leaving it hoarse.

He didn't like the way she avoided his question or her undeniable lack of politeness. She looked at him with jaded eyes as if he were the one who shouldn't be there. He thought he saw a flame dancing in her amber irises. A strange colour for someone from a Northerner. In these lands, eyes were only blue, grey, or black: bland colours for a land saddened by the blizzard.

“Winterfell... White Harbor... Northern towns all look alike.”

“I suppose yeh won't mind if I call you Velaryon, then? Yeh understand... Valyrians… They’re all th’same.”

His indecency irritated her. A mouth like hers belonged in a dilapidated tavern, not in a place like the Red Keep.

Northerners didn't belong here. They weren't like them.

“What is your concern here?” he asked her again.

Why isn’t Vhagar killing you? he thought.

Next to Snow, the Queen of Dragons looked peaceful. His companion was used to the presence of the keeper of the North, Aemond realised. The thought worried him. How long had this stranger been roaming around his dragon without him knowing?

The bastard pointed her gloved fingertips at a sheep carcass, no doubt ready to be charred by Vhagar, judging by the hungry look on her face. Aemond had not seen it until now.

The presence of this woman was upsetting his plans and troubling his senses.

“I’m bringing her food.”

Her 'r's rolled off her tongue.

“I already feed her.”

“Not enough. Obviously,” Snow retorted without hesitation, pointing to Vhagar's visible ribs. “Age tends t’work up their appetite. Ain’t tha’ right, sweetheart?”

She tenderly stroked the dragon’s muzzle, who let herself be petted under Aemond's hallucinated gaze.

His mount, reduced to a common pet.

His nostrils flared. He abruptly grabbed her hand and pulled her away from Vhagar, ignoring the grimace of pain on the Dragonkeeper’s face. Good. Perhaps she would understand that lurking around his dragon was not without consequences.

Vhagar, the Queen of all dragons, ridden by Visenya, had fought and survived Aegon's Conquest. She embodied the glory of House Targaryen and would not be touched by a commoner. A Northern bastard even less so.

Without a glance at her, he climbed the rope ladder and settled into the saddle.

"Sōvēs," he commanded.

Vhagar, lethargic, took her time shaking her wings before flapping them and taking flight. She sent grains of sand and stones flying. Soon, the beach was nothing more than a pale speck drowned in the thick clouds bathing in the twilight’s silver light. The icy air invigorated him, but he couldn't find the comfort he had come for. His thoughts remained stuck on the Dragonkeeper.

When Vhagar lost altitude for a moment, when the two of them broke through the cloud barrier and the beach was visible once again, Aemond saw that she had not moved and that her eyes were riveted on him.

Aemond didn't understand her expression but decided he didn't give a fuck.

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videovamptramp · 1 year ago

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heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and i)

you are everything (my most demanding dream)

warnings: basically ex-girlfriend ellie, mentions of breakup, smut... kind of? (is getting off on someone's knee smut??) jealous ellie, mentions of situation-ships, ellie is emotionally unavailable.

(this is my first time writing something that has anything sexual in it. sorry if it's cringe but if this does well i'll release a part 2 and a prequel <3)

"and sometimes i feel like nobody gets me, you know? especially when everyone's so fake nowa—" ellie begins to tune out the girl standing in front of her, as she looks around the crowded room. she occasionally nods or hums to make it seem as though she's actually listening, when in reality she couldn't care less about what this girl was saying. ellie hasn't cared about anything for months, and it's all because of you. at first the brunette had told herself she would be fine without you. besides, she had gotten what she wanted right? to successfully push you away...

... but when she walked into her bedroom the night after she discovered you've left, there was an excruciating feeling of loneliness that took over. as soon as she saw how empty and dull the room is without you, she wanted you back. but she knew it was a little too late. she lost you, and she only had herself to blame for it. usually she'd get home from the bar and you'd be sound asleep on her bed; curled up in an little ball. the first week she'd get home and expect to see you there; she'd tell herself you were gonna come back eventually because if she missed you this much, certainly you missed her too. right? except, after nearly a month of not seeing you, and all of ellie's texts to you going unanswered, she realizes her wishes did indeed come true. she pushed you away. even further than she originally planned.

now it's been two months since she lost you, and here she was, listening to some brunette who looks somewhat like you go on and on about her shitty ex. ellie continuously looks around the room, she's bored out of her mind but there's no way in hell she's spending another drunk night, alone in her sad apartment. the better option seemed to go home with a stranger who she couldn't care less about. at least then she wasn't alone, but she couldn't do anything about the fact that she knows she'll be thinking about you the entire time.

in a split second ellie's entire night changes. her gaze flickers over towards the bar area, and that's when her eyes lock with a pair of familiar, chocolate brown orbs. her entire world seems to stop spinning for a whole minute as she spots you sitting alone, staring at her from afar. your face looks thinner, and your hair is shorter, and you're wearing a pair of tight flare jeans with a cute nude top that ellie recognizes. you offer her a smile that looks out of place as you look away, averting your gaze back to your drink on the bar counter. ellie feels frozen; as if she can't move and the walls are about to close in. how long have you been here? how long did it take her to notice you? what were you thinking about?

ellie can't help but notice how beautiful you look, and that's when the feeling of missing you grows stronger than ever. (which is saying something considering she's felt as if she's been missing an organ since your departure.) as if on cue, some other woman notices you and begins to move in. she takes a seat beside you and ellie's jaw tenses as she watches you smile in a way you once smiled at her. she watches as you nod at whatever the pink haired girl says, and that's when the pretty woman flags down the bartender. she's ordering you a drink. ellie suddenly wants to get up and punch the unknowing stranger right in the mouth. but she doesn't.

the brunette ignores every fiber in her being telling her to go to you. to get her girl back. no, instead, ellie tries to look at the girl she's been "talking" to for half an hour now, while taking a swig of the whiskey in her glass. she averts her attention to daniella? or is it bella? she wasn't quite sure what her name is, and right now she couldn't bring herself to care about remembering it. not when she knows you're across the room, and there was some other woman who was next to you, trying to take you home. not that ellie could blame said woman, she sure as hell knows what sort of affect you have first hand... but it's the fact that you're entertaining her. the older woman didn't even seem like your type. she was older than ellie, older than you, and she had on some leather jacket that ellie could tell was more expensive than the entire outfit she herself had chose to wear tonight.

she makes the mistake of looking at you again, and this time the woman is leaning in closer, saying something to you that has you blushing. ellie nearly sees red when the taller woman places her hand on your thigh. you're wearing jeans, but it's still enough to get ellie riled up. all the blood ends up going to her ears as she blocks out the loud music, and the chatter from the brunette in front of her. ellie stands up, her fist clenching the empty glass in her hand so tightly, she's surprised it hasn't broke. ellie blocks out the brunette questioningly calling out for her, and she makes her way in your direction. her body is like a magnet, making it's way to you subconsciously.

as soon as you spot ellie getting closer, your entire face falls. your heart begins to race, and ellie clears her throat. "hey." she greets you gruffly, and your mouth goes dry as you meet her gaze. "hi ellie." you greet her, your voice small, but still soft as silk. the woman looks over at ellie, and her smile falls. "i'm sorry i didn't realize you guys were—" you quickly cut her off, shaking your head rapidly. "we're not...! ellie's just an old friend i haven't seen in awhile." you lie right through your teeth so easily. so dismissively, it causes a bitter taste to set in ellie's mouth. just an old friend.

ellie had never asked you to be her girlfriend, not in words at least. but she did let you sleep in her bed, eat her favorite snacks, watch all of your favorite annoying shows... she even let you wear her favorite hoodies. ellie had never let anyone do any of those things. the woman's smile returns as quickly as it dissipated, and she introduces herself to ellie. "i'm toni." she greets the brunette with a soft smile. she's shorter than ellie, and much more girly. she doesn't seem like your type at all, yet her hand is still on your thigh, and you're making no movement to get it off. ellie nods in the pink haired girls direction. "ellie." she vaguely responds, only offering toni a mere glance before her gaze fixates on you again. "i just wanted to see if we could talk." ellie states, and you try not to look as annoyed as you feel.

"i'm kind of busy right now. maybe some other time." you respond, barely even looking at ellie as you avert your attention back to toni. ellie's grip on her empty glass tightens, and you can see her nostrils flare while her jaw tenses. "some other time? i haven't seen you for almost three months, y/n. you haven't answered my texts and you left all your stupid stuffed animals at my place!" ellie hisses, and you glare at her. "i left the ones you gave me there because i don't need any reminders of you!" you argue back, letting your emotions for ellie get the best of you. toni slowly takes her hand off your thigh, clearing her throat, "uh, i can see you two have a few things to work out..." the shorter girl trails off as she stands up.

you shake your head, "toni wait—" you try, but the pink haired girl is already walking off, much to ellie's satisfaction. you scowl, but you don't say a single word as you reach for the coat hanging off your seat, and stand up. "y/n..." ellie tries, but you only respond with an eye roll as you pull your oversized coat on. "leave me alone, ellie." you demand, as you begin to walk out of the building, ellie only a few steps behind you. "no! not until you talk to me!" she demands, sounding unreasonably angry. you have to stop in your tracks, right in the middle of the sidewalk outside of the bar. you laugh bitterly at her anger and the fact that she assumes she has any place to demand anything. you turn around to face her, and when you do, your anger nearly vanishes.

standing in front of you is a disheveled version of the ellie you know. the bags under her eyes are evident, the pain hidden in those pale green orbs is clear as day. the anger quickly returns when you remind yourself the only reason you two aren't on good terms right now is because of her. even tonight was ruined because of her. you sat back and didn't once intervene whatever ellie and that brunette were doing, but as soon as someone had shown interest in you, ellie couldn't stop herself. "you and i have nothing to talk about." you stringently reply, and this causes the taller girl to make a face of disbelief while she lets out a scoff. "nothing to talk about? seriously? if you don't remember, i'm ellie williams, you know the 'old friend' you did every single position with." ellie cattily reintroduces herself, and you nearly drop the phone in your hand due to the bluntness of the absurd comment.

"yes, it's pretty hard to forget the emotionally unavailable woman who strung me along all year. thanks for the reminder. i'll catch you later." you try to walk away but a hand on your wrist causes you to face her and pull your hand away as if the touch physically burned. ellie pulls her own hand back, putting her arms up in a surrendering position as she stares at you with pure hurt. she knew she shouldn't have grabbed you, but did you really hate her so much that her mere touch angers you? for a moment your face softens just a bit, and your angry facade begins to crumble. that's when ellie can see how exhausted you look.

"you never answered any of my texts or calls." ellie is dancing around what she truly wants to say. she's clearly stalling in order to keep you around for as long as she possibly can. missing you hurts, and it feels as though a piece of her is standing right in front of her, cruelly taunting her while simultaneously reminding her of what she lost. "i've been busy." your response is simple, and blunt. so unlike the blabbering mess you once were with her. "busy? i call bullshit. i went from seeing you every day, to not seeing you at all. what the fuck happened?" ellie finally asks, and you nearly scoff, letting a shaky exhale of disbelief. "what happened?? you know what happened! you're what happened!" you snap, losing the cool you've been trying so hard to keep. "and for awhile i was okay with it. i was content with hiding out in your apartment, playing the 'cool girl' who doesn't demand a label. i was alright with every breadcrumb you tossed my way, but you changed. you started treating me different and acting like you didn't care anymore... and then i realized you were still messing with other girls and it hurt. it hurt because i realized i had been stupid enough to think what we were doing was different. i thought i was different. i thought you were different." you shake your head in dismay, staring at the brunette with pure disgust.

ellie feels like her shoes are embedded into the ground. she can't seem to move. "who told you that? who told you i was messing with other girls?" ellie asks a bit angrily. she has a number of people she can think of who'd lie and try to break you two up. like your ex girlfriend abby anderson, ellie hated the single thought of her. you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest tightly, "nobody had to tell me. i saw you with some girl at the bar. the night i left." you snap, and ellie shakes her head. "so you left because of that?! because i was talking to a girl!? nothing even happened!" ellie stresses, and you close your eyes for a few seconds.

"even if nothing happened, you had been pushing me away for months, and when i saw how you were looking at her... it hurt me. badly." the way your voice wavers causes a pang of guilt to hit ellie like a truck. you take a deep breath, unable to pinpoint ellie's expression. to you, it felt as though she was looking right through you. "i realized i was holding onto someone who didn't want to be held down, so i left." you finish strongly, masking away your hurt, and ellie stares at you as if you've grown an extra head. "so you didn't even bother talking to me?? you just decided to go?" she asks, having the gall to look upset. "yes! i wasn't gonna stick around for someone who didn't even want me around anymore!" you raise your voice while ellie clenches her fists. "i never once said i didn't want you around!" she yells back, and she gets into your personal space. if you weren't so angry, you'd have realized how close she is now. "you didn't have to say anything, ellie, i felt it!" you nearly scream, and there's this heavy silence that follows afterward. the only thing you can hear is the busy, bustling streets of seattle; full of ongoing cars, taxis, and people on the sidewalk (that would pass and eye you both).

ellie is staring at you with that familiar expression you can never seem to place, and as you stare back, you wish you could read her mind. you wish you knew what was going through her head. you wish you could look at her, and see the ellie you fell in love with. but you see someone you barely recognize, so different from the girl you used to have. you wonder if you ever had her to begin with. in a flash her hands are gripping your waist and pushing you into the nearby alleyway. she pushes you against the nearest wall, her lips attacking yours and you're not in control of your body as you desperately kiss her back.

you aren't quite sure what to do with your hands as you kiss ellie back, your brain has seemed to register her assault on your lips far quicker than your body has. her tongue ends up battling with your own. when she pulls away, her lips continue their assault, but this time down to your neck. she kisses down your jawline, all the way down to your pulse point. your breath hitches, and your hands instinctively end up in her hair. "e-ellie." you breathe out, and your broken moan is antagonizing. it reminds her how much she's missed this. how much she’s missed you. you feel her teeth grazing your skin, as her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips. a whimper escapes your lips when she sinks her canines into your soft, sensitive skin.

she's definitely leaving a mark, and in this moment your head is too foggy to care. all you can think about is how good ellie's kisses feel, and you're way past the point of trying to muffle your pathetic noises anymore. you close your eyes, your fingertips grazing her scalp, ruining her messy, short hair. you gasp when you feel one of her hands squeezing your right breast, practically groping you and you allow it. that's when ellie leans further into you, one of her legs pushing your legs apart, allowing access for her knee to meet your jean covered center. as soon as her hard knee comes into contact with your desperately aroused center, your head spins. "e-ellie wh—" your question is cut short as soon as ellie grips your waist again, leaning in and silencing you with a rough kiss.

you can't help but kiss her back, mewling into the kiss as soon as she moves your waist with a her strong, calloused hands; causing you to grind on her knee. as soon as she applies a little pressure, you see stars; your clit rubbing against the fabric of your panties and jeans, as she stimulates you with her leg in some seedy alleyway. you aren't even aware of the little muffled sounds your making, and when ellie breaks the kiss, you clamp down on your bottom lip with your top teeth. "fuck i missed you so much." ellie breathes out, the sound of her voice getting you off even more as a gush of arousal drenches your cotton panties. your hands cup her face; fingertips tracing her cheeks and jawline as you shamelessly thrust yours against her leg. you haven't even thought about sleeping with anyone since you left ellie, up until tonight, and now here you were using her knee to get yourself off downtown.

ellie's hands trail up your waist, and end up sliding underneath your shirt, urgently needing to feel your skin. her cold hands cause a trail of goosebumps to run up and down your body, as you feel that familiar pressure of arousal. you nearly cry out as she begins to nip and gnaw on your neck again. it’s been so long since you’ve felt this good. your back arches off the wall, as she hungrily kisses you. you've always reveled in ellie's kisses; she kisses like she's breathing for the first time, with such need and intensity. she's always been able to make your head spin with a simple kiss. "so fucking pretty. my pretty needy girl." she breathes out against your neck, her words causing you to grow even closer to climatic ecstasy. it felt so good, but the humiliation of cumming on your exes knee in a public alley way causes you to hold back.

ellie can feel it. she knows you're holding yourself back, and she's having none of it. she knows you like the back of her hand, and she knows exactly what to do and say to get you off. "did you really think that girl back at the bar could've gotten you off this easily?" ellie asks as she pulls away from your neck, and kisses your jaw sloppily, all the way up your jawline and to your earlobe. "tell me baby, would you have gone home with her if she asked?" ellie's breathless, raspy voice sends a thrill down your spine and your fingernails dig into the back of her neck. she can tell you're close by those needy noises you're failing to suppress. you shake your head, it's so unfair of her to ask you something right now and expect an answer when you can barely form a coherent thought.

"el–ellie p-please." you moan out, attempting to hide your rosy pink face in the crook of her neck. "did you really think i was gonna sit around and let someone else take my girl home?" ellie's words cause your hips to buck, and your eyes widen as you realize you're so close. you whimper, "st-stop. talking." you command breathlessly, and she lets out a cruel chuckle. regardless of her taunting expression, you continue to thrust your hips in a grinding motion, your arms clinging to the back of her neck while her body supports you. you can feel how wet you are and it's only a matter of seconds (minutes if you're lucky), before you end up orgasming at the hands of ellie fucking williams. the exact woman you've been so miserably trying to forget about.

"it's okay baby, let yourself go. i can feel how much you need this. whoever's been taking care of you hasn't been doing a very good job, huh princess?" she begins whispering in that loving way that always drove you over the edge. "that's a good girl, just like that. fuck i missed my pretty little cunt." that's what does it. ellie calling your cunt hers, it sends you over the edge and ellie can feel your body lightly trembling in her arms. her grip on you tightens, and she holds you close. ellie begins whispering sweet nothings as she places kisses on the top of your head, allowing you to come down from cloud nine.

you're trying to get your breathing under control, and your heart rate is slowly returning back to normal. that's when it hits you. the post-orgasm clarity. you push ellie away, straightening out your top, then you smooth out your hair before putting on a scowl. "that shouldn't have happened." you state, still a bit breathless, and ellie takes a step back, but is still staring at you with that hungry expression. "but it did." her tone is hard, yet you can hear the light tremble in her voice. the fear in her eyes is clear as day. she's just as terrified as you are. "i-i have to go." you stutter out, nearly stumbling as your shaky legs try to get as far away from ellie as you can.

every instinct inside of her is screaming to chase after you, but she doesn't. she's planted to the ground, standing there thinking about what just happened. she's hooked up with a number of girls since you left, and not a single time has been as hot as this instance. and she didn't even need to take your clothes off. ellie wasn't an expert at love or relationships, but she did know one thing, she wasn't going to let you get away again.

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0mysticmidnight0 · 8 months ago

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~Mystically Broken - Chapter 3~

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You wake up to see Leonardo sitting at the end of your bed. You shock was sent up your spine as you backed away and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Once you did, you looked at Leonardo a bit better this time.. He was wearing his signature blue bandana, with a black sleeveless turtleneck with long arms sleeves at the bottom of his hands. (I KNOW IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE BUT IT WILL SOON) he was wearing black cargo pants with a few silver jewelry. "Miss me?" You sighed. "Why are you here so early?" He chuckled. "Well, i got tired waiting for you to wake up. Plus, Don don over there isn't much company." You stood up and went to your bathroom and walked towards your vanity mirror, (I forgot to add this last time..) You got changed and you were combing your hair/washing your face until you saw another person behind you. You almost jumped hen you saw Leonardo behind you, you didn't see nor did you hear him enter the room.. creepy. "Done? Took you long enough, less washy washy and more talky talky, let's go." You just followed him as you sat in the same place you talked to Donatello, the living room. "So, got anything?" You turned to your side. "Not yet.." He just rolled his eyes as he lays deeper in the couch and looked at the TV. "You're not really good at this, are you?" He laughs. "I could be having an easier time if you could just be patient.." You glared at him. "Watch your mouth there, doll. We wouldn't want an accident." You kept your composure. "This is why it's so hard to help you. What am i supposed to tell the public if you constantly threaten everyone?" He chuckles. "You got me there. Old habits die hard." "How do you get around so quickly? It's like you vanish without a trace." He smiles. "Using my awesome mystic sword ofcourse!!" He shows off his odachi. You just look at him confused. "Seems to me you're a visual learner.. allow me to show this baby off!" He begins to create a portal.. "huh.. woah.." You heard about mystic weapons but you didn't know they were REAL.. "Cool, right?" He lays back down on the couch with a smug grin. "What have you done that's considered good?" .. "Me and my bros used to save New york before we all went solo." Huh.. they were brothers..? Donatello enters and slaps a THICK file and you groaned when you saw it was Leonardo's Criminal records.. HE HAD COMMITTED THIS MANY CRIMES?! This was gonna be a long day.. You spent 2 and a half hours reading.. you sighed as you smacked your forehead.. All that reading and nothing! You turned to your side and saw Leonardo reading a comic book, when did that get there? Oh right, portal sword.. You just took a little break by laying down on a pillow on the couch.. . . . . a few hours passed, you woke up.. you were in your room being covered by a blanket and you see Leonardo's comic on your night stand.. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taglist: 1. @itsberrydreemurstuff Hope you enjoyed, i certainly did From yours truly, MysticMidnight

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presleyluvschris · 1 year ago

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Babes I have a request I was thinking JJ Maybank fic inspired buy the song always by Isak Danielson

There is one line from the song that I want JJ to specifically say to the reader it’s “ will we end up just like Ross and Rachel am so sorry for the spoiler but that’s the end”

You can decide if you want there to be smut or not

🤍🤍

a/n: thank you for this love!

word count 1,155

warnings: fluff, swearing

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it was a cold friday night.

you got into a very heated conversation with your parents, and the only truth is that JJ was your complete escape from reality.

you were out with your beautiful blonde boy under the stars, the chilly night air peircing into your ears, making your cheeks stingy and pink.

the cold air blew past the two of you, giggling as you took turns laying in the grass and pointing at the constellations.

he was in awe with your love for natrual nature in the evening.

In fact, JJ was quite obsessed with your little passions. How cute your face lit up when you talked about something that clearly had filled your mind for hours at a time, and one of those were your love for how the stars shined each night.

"n' thats the big dipper." you pointed up in the dark painted atmosphere, showing him your favorite connections the night had made for the both of you in the cool grass.

after a while, you sighed and rolled on top of JJ, putting your hands in his jacket pockets as he slightly flinched from the chill in your hands.

"you're so cold." he whispered as he tucked his head where he could see your flushed face.

you hummed in reply, feeling JJ tuck a peice of hair that fell in your gorgeous eyes back behind your ear.

when you looked back at the stars, you scrunched your face in a way that he remembered as something that may have been bothering you.

"you okay, dear?" he gently asks, shifting his position on his arm to look at you laying in the soft grass.

"yeah." you huff, "jus' my parents."

"what about them?" he swallows. he knew that they had always been on your ass about everything lately, and how much you hated being yelled at, how it made your heart hurt in a way that certainly broke his.

"they want me to go to college." you start to feel the tears overtake your eyes.

"far, far away from here."

JJ studies your eyes, his forehead creasing in worry.

"far away from you," you start, voice slightly breaking.

he purses his lips and crooks his head up, squinting his eyes tightly. it was something he damn well knew was coming for the two of you, and he had been putting the thought of separating away in the back of his mind for a while, and now it came back to blow up in both of your faces.

you weren't ready to leave him, and he was certainly not ready to leave you, either.

you were all he had besides the pogues, he couldn't bear the feeling of his father, and he really knew he couldn't bear the loss of you.

you threw on a slight smile and melted your gaze into his.

"wouldn't you say theres always a light in the darkest moments?"

he softly smiled back at you, his white teeth almost kissing your eyes. he could feel the pain in his chest. he loved you. He loved that you always tried to find the good in all the hardest moments the both of you had overcome this seinor year.

he gently reached his hand over to stroke your hair.

"we'll be brave."

you nod and press your head to his.

"do we need a taxi?" you ask, suddenly thinking of the time and how you were going to get home, being out in the middle of completely no where.

he slightly tuts makes a puff in his cheeks. "i dont wanna go and see our friends, honestly."

"why not?" you make a face and tilt your head in confusion.

"i wanna be here with you." he pouts.

"sure." you roll your eyes, "n' whats the real reason?"

"just that." he grimaces, "and john b. hes mad i dented the hms pouge."

you half snort "what?"

"it doesn't matter," he sighs.

the two of you stay silent for a while, holding hands and looking at the stars before jj turns his head to you and gently whispers, "you wanna go get coffee?"

you smile from ear to ear, your throat and stomach absolutely being torn from the feeling of butterflies.

besides laying in fields, surfing, boat rides, and stargazing, going to get coffee was something so simple that JJ and you had cherished since your first real date with him.

after you made it to the shop, the two of you shared giggles over instagram stories and talked for hours until the barista kicked the two of you out.

the crickets we're chirping softly as jj was holding your hand, swinging it back and forth as you walked slowly on the dirty sidewalk.

the sound of the waves next to you, with your favorite boy.

the breeze, the salty air.

you felt content with him.

As the both of you made your way back to the house, you pressed your keys into the door, pushing it open and tossing your shoes on the floor, slamming into the couch. you felt exhausted.

JJ made his way next to you, snaking his arms around you and tucked a soft kiss to your hair.

"you wanna do somethin'?"

you giggle a little as you feel him carry a loose strand of hair from your face.

"Friends?" you sigh, as his face lights up.

JJ sits straight and puts his arm back around you, turning your crappy TV on that he always loved to come over and watch. his dad never let him have one at the house, so he liked to enjoy having a girlfriend to watch random netflix series with.

after almost five bowls of candy and popcorn, and even ten times the amount of episodes, JJ rests the back of his neck on you, fiddling with his lighter before gently asking.

"do you think we will end up like ross n' rachel?"

you let yourself laugh like a little girl, feeling your heart melt out of your chest.

"shit." he groans, "sorry for the spoiler, but thats the end of it."

you make an exaggerated gasp, "JJ!"

"you watched the rest of the series without me?" you whine, kicking your feet at him.

"okay okay, im sorry! im sorry! i had to."

"and whys' that?" you look up at him, making a pouted face.

"i wanted to watch all the sexy scenes and imagine all of it was you."

you almost cough out your popcorn.

"what?" your mouth drops in shock

he snickers as you throw a peice of candy in his face. "you did not!"

"you're fucking hot, you cant blame me for fantasizing how lucky i would be-"

"uh uh uh," you press your finger to his lips as he kisses it and winks. "no."

"one day," he shrugs and puts on a big smile.

you huff as he rubs your arm to keep you warm.

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its-actually-minicika · 2 years ago

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As someone who wakes up spooning her blankest I'm curious what would HW Aemond do if Lady Tully was like that? Let's say they sleep with pillows in between but somehow she managed to throw them or roll over them and now Aemond is the little spoon. I think he would hold it over Lady Tully's head in a 'you love me too' way but then again he doesn't talk much and everytime he talks he says wrong things so...

How We Can Fit

Pairing: THW!Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: surprisingly... none? Some usage of strong language, but that should be all

Author's Note: Okay, I was planning to reply to this in my usual 3-4 sentences answer. BUT my mind kept thinking about this while in class, so have this sort of one-shot headcanon piece (?) that could have plausably happened in the "Harshest Winters" universe!

I did this while on the 30min ride back home, so don't really consider this a full on fanfic? More like a little snippet into what could have been idk :"))

Sometimes he wishes he got to you first. What would have been then?

And so cruel morning arrives, stirring Aemond awake, as would a mother’s gentle hand. Golden threads of daybreak light thread themselves into his silver hair, falling like a hailing echo down her calming face, giving her the image of naught else but a flaming Goddess.

His eye widens at the proximity between them. His right hand twitches in alienated bliss. Almost immediately, he stops his movements – his breathing – all in the hopes of not waking her up.

He trails his stare over her lips, slightly parted in their merry sleep, and over her plump cheeks, marred slightly red by the blissfulness of her dreaming.

His heart is hammering out of his chest, for he can feel her limbs entangled with his, holding him closer yet to her heaving form.

For but a moment, the calls of blasphemy and duty pull him away from the glorious sight before him. It was past dawn, and he had a war to win.

Still his heart broke upon thinking of leaving her unintentional embrace.

Perhaps he could stay in bed some more.

Two, mayhaps three hours passed.

In her tender slumber, the girl’s hands remained snaked around the Targaryen’s lean chest. Her chin was plopped above his head, leaving a very conflicted Aemond to wrestle underneath her bosom, and hold her gently by the nape of her neck, and small of her back.

A low purr almost escaped his lips, as her tiny heartbeats reached his contempted ears.

But all good things must come to an end. And his perfect morning stopped abruptly, as his Lady took in a deep breath, and slowly tried to rouse from their entangled sheets.

“Mmm…” She sighed into the warm pillows, “... Jace?”

All his blood that had gone to his crotch, now left for his ears. Aemond pursed his lips tightly in response to her sleepy question, and only drove his head further into her neck. If he closed his eye fast enough, then maybe…

A near-horrified shriek parted from her downturned mouth, and the woman made haste to rise from her resting place, peeling her warm body off of Aemond’s.

This had not been the right approach, she chastised herself relentlessly, whilst biting on her lower lip. If he wasn't already awake before her, he most certainly was now.

Her cheeks were set ablaze, both embarrassed and offended, as she noticed the separating wall she’d made between them… discarded away, on the Prince’s half of the wide bed.

“I know you’re awake, you know.” The woman hushed to the Targaryen, while crossing her arms over her aching chest. “Pretending to be asleep is beneath you.”

“As were you, My Lady, whilst coddled up to me.” The older man mused to himself, and whistled lowly, while his voice oozed out with confidence – although his lilac orb had strayed away, glimmering with a look akin to a growing discomfort.

Uncertainty.

“Should I assume your desperation to blossom from feeling cold at night? … Or, on the contrary, for feeling too hot near me?” A taciturn smirk pulled at his lips. “I should be very happy to help relieve you. With either affliction of the two.”

The Lady’s face turned sour, and her nose scrunched up at his advances. “I should find myself in ample heat, Prince Aemond, thank you. Do not worry yourself to touch me further.”

Familiar anger swirled dangerously inside his purple hue, and the Prince Protector of the Realm took a deep breath to soothe his nerves.

“Ungrateful wench.” He hissed through his gritted teeth. “You act like a bitch in heat, trying to seduce me, and then you pull away?”

Her mouth slouched open at his cutting words. “Excuse you?” She almost spat out in a low churl, “As if it wasn’t you who removed our barrier sometime along the night.” His irking remarks had brushed off any reminders of her mellow sleep. “Honour me by answering this, my Prince – between the two of us, who’s acting more like the bitch in heat?”

(Y/N) didn’t think Aemond was capable of blushing – but as she gave him a haughty glare, one that he couldn’t look away from, his face turned of a violent hue.

She had a point. He had removed the pillows that kept his body away from her, and did encourage her movements throughout his sleepless night.

Wordlessly, he scowled, starting to regret sleeping in with her.

“Do not flatter yourself, My Lady. You are no better than any maid I can find at any brothel.” His body burned with shame at his own words, and yet he couldn’t stop the flow that followed. “Hmm, but dare I even compare you to one?” His mouth contorted to a painful scowl, “At least there I should be able to rise up their skirts and see what’s underneath. Go as far as to pay two silvers for a real maiden, too.”

Long and hard had he awaited her next reply, but to no avail. After a quick quirk of her brow, the woman had turned around, getting off the bed and gathering the pillows from the cold floor.

“You won’t say anything? Do you care so little for your honour?”

“I care not what you think of it. And I certainly have no reason to prove myself to you.”

“Aeveris ābra.” He growled at her lack of interest. “Skoro syt līs ao qrimbrōzagon issa sīr?”

Still fuming with dissatisfaction, the young Prince slid out of the bed and began putting on his leather pants. His ire had reached peaks of no return, but he would be damned if he ever tormented the girl further.

His words had done nothing to aid him. His countenance, even less. There was no point in him staying in her presence any longer.

As he put on the last reminder of his clothes, the King Regent of the Seven Kingdoms made four wide steps towards the big, oak doors.

“I shall return later. We’ll dine together, as we do every night.”

Her silent treatment broke him from the inside out. He would apologize to her, when the time was right.

The ridiculous thought put an end to his automatic movements.

… Since when does he feel the need to do that?

Since he dared to love her, came his bitter reply.

His hand reached for the door, but her voice rang out through the wide chamber.

“Nyke dōmrī daor naejot naevlor iksum. Olvie less ao.”

Hearing her proud and crystal words, Aemond allowed a stilling smile to grace his lips.

"Nyke ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot naviras ao. Dōrī ao." He corrected her as he stepped away.

"Fret not, there is plenty of time for me to teach you."

… If only he’d gotten to her first.

Translations:

“Aeveris ābra.” = Vile woman.

“Skoro syt līs ao qrimbrōzagon issa sīr?” = Why must you curse me so?

“Nyke dōmrī daor naejot naevlor iksum. Olvie less ao.” = (in a VERY broken High Valyrian) I never meant to tempt anyone. Much less you.

Yeah, Aemond is kinda dumb when it comes to romance <3

#the harshest winters #aemond targaryen #bookcanon aemond x reader #dark aemond x reader #dark aemond targaryen #idk at the end of the day he's still thw aemond #homie simps but he simps with no rizz #absolutely 0 rizz dude #he tries #he fails #he proceeds to try again #all for nothing tbh #this ended up worse than I thought it would lol #but i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless

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ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE. | ksm.

➨ pairing: kim seungmin x SHS!reader.

➨ note: not proofread, highschool x forbidden love trope.

➨ word count: 7.5k

Seungmin was known as the biggest asshole among the juniors and seniors in highschool. No one knew what he was up to, breaking all these girls’ hearts and all.

so I wondered, how did I manage to make him treat me like this?

I walked around campus for a little while as classes have not started yet. I still had two hours before studying and had absolutely nothing to do, so here I was, walking around, kicking dried leaves that fell from trees.

i stopped in front of a big tree, this was my signature place.

I sat on the bench that was under the tree and took a book out to do something to entertain me. As much as I wanted to take my phone out and chat with people, I had no one to chat with — which left me no choice but to read.

It's not like I was reading something educational; I was reading fiction.

this school year had been tough for me, my class rank went down from first to fifth, I stopped being a people pleaser which made my friends progressively leave me, Day by day.

It’s fine, it's the last year of senior year anyway.

But other than that, I was focused on one person, and that was none other than Kim Seungmin.

me and seungmin was never fond of each other, we were always fighting since we met each other and this year, he bullied me so much to the point where I lost the energy to even do anything back.

it’s not because I was offended or affected by the things he did or said, it was just because I realized that I would benefit nothing from fighting all day with him — about absolutely nothing.

I never understood why he hated me, he would often try to trip me where there were a lot of people around, hide my things for laughs, make rumours about me, and more.

I don't even care anymore, but him and his friends’ bullying doesn't seem to stop.

to be honest, when he didn't use to bully me as much, half of me enjoyed arguing with him. I was enjoying it because he didn't do physical things, but now he had just gotten worse, worse than I ever imagined.

I don't even remember the first time we started fighting and why. all I knew was that he hated me and that was not gonna die down soon.

speaking of the devil, “hey loser,” A familiar light brown haired boy stood in front on me with a couple of his friends trailing him behind.

“What do you want, seungmin?” I blurted out, my voice having an annoyed tone to it.

“we’re not even halfway through the school year and you're already stressed, it's only march.” he mocked me, making me look up to see that nasty smirk he had.

“I did not ask that... I asked you about what you wanted?” I raised my eyebrow at him, completely ignoring what he had said earlier.

“Nothing much really, How are you doing y/n?”

I knew for a fact that he wasn’t actually asking me if I was okay, I knew that he would try to pull some sick joke that would ‘offend me’

“Better than fine seungmin, how about you?” I played along his little games, I honestly am itching to know what he actually wants.

“Doing better than you, as always.” Whatever, I’m aware that he has an answer for everything, why did I even bother to respond to him.

“Well thank you for your time, you can go on with your day now.” I smiled warmly at him. it was fake but I couldn't think of a better idea of shooing him away.

He walked away, murmuring something to his friends and laughing about it which I certainly knew was about me.

I continued to listen to music and read my book at peace when seungmin left, I know I should've just ignored him but he wouldn't leave me alone unless he completely ruins my day, but to his dismay, I just don't care anymore.

Half of me wished that we were in a book; where in the end we’re either going to end up as friends or lovers. It might be weird, but I would do anything for him to stop bullying me,

even if it was being his lover.

I would basically be delusional if I said that was possible, so I shrugged off the thought.

After almost an hour of reading, I realized that I ran out of coffee. I was too focused on what I was reading that I forgot I had classes in only thirty minutes from now.

I took all of my things and went outside of campus to buy coffee from my favorite coffee shop.

Time passed by and I already had my order and was ready to leave when seungmin walked inside the café.

weird, I never knew he went here.

he and his friends laughed at me again for an unknown reason while I did my thing and completely ignored them.

there was one thing I did whenever I saw seungmin in public; it was to ignore him completely like I've never met him before.

I was afraid that he’ll embarrass me in front of people that wasn't from our university. Being humiliated in front of people from uni was already horrible and being humiliated from strangers didn't make a difference, just worse.

I tried my best to ignore him, but I don't think he was gonna let me go back inside campus without embarrassing me in front of everybody.

I was cautious around my surroundings, I knew any time now he would be sticking his foot out to trip me, so I was looking carefully everywhere.

I was able to leave the shop without getting terrorized by no other than seungmin. It was honestly a surprise and achievement to escape his terrorizing and I was here for it.

I finally calmed down and reached my campus, continuing to enter and go straight to first period.

I wasn't too late to class and not that much people were there, and gladly my favorite seat wasn’t taken by anyone yet.

I sat by the window and put my things down under my desk, I pulled out my textbook to review some topics as we had a pop quiz today.

I wasn’t stressing out as much because I was actually able to focus yesterday unlike the past few days before yesterday and I completely understood the topic.

I always enjoyed first period and the rest of my classes before lunch because well, me and seungmin didn't have the same schedule which is a relief.

But still, we had the same classes from fifth to ninth period which was hell for me, I’m so tired of crumbled paper and paper planes being constantly threw at me.

usually, those paper planes and crumpled paper will have something written in in; I always fail to not read them because of curiosity as there's something different written in it every single time.

I ignored my thoughts and continued studying until the teacher came.

Time passed by fast as the class finally ended with the school alarms lowly blaring. I breathed the sigh of relief as I stretched out my arms and back from staying still for too long.

right before I went out, I put my headphones in, not wanting to interact with anyone i see; especially that guy.

While walking to my next period, I passed by seungmin who was clueless of my presence — thankfully.

he looked troubled while he was looking for the things inside his backpack. Was it karma?

I ignored it and continued walking towards my class, and to my dismay, seungmin ran back and ‘accidentally’ pushed me.

I fell to the ground as he looked back at me, staring down, probably contemplating if he should help me or not.

To my surprise, he started picking up the books that fell from my hands and gave them back to me. He muttered a little ‘I’m sorry’ and ran back to where he was before, probably still looking for the missing object.

I stood still, I was speechless since this was the first ever time that he did something like this.

Earlier morning, he was just mocking me and probably talking bad about me with his friends and now he's helping me pick up my things?

Why should I even think too much about it, It was his fault anyway, he accidentally pushed me, he's REQUIRED to help me.

it just feels so impossible and unreal for him to do something like that...

I once again shrugged it off and continued walking to my next class, grabbing a new drink from the cafeteria before going because my coffee was already finished.

once I reached class, the seat by the window was already taken, there was only one seat left; it was at the very back.

I'm not complaining though, but I do lack focus whenever I'm back there.

I suddenly remembered when I just started highschool, I always sat at the back of the class…

with… seungmin?

Oh, now I remember.

We used to be chill around each other because we had a lot of similarities, then suddenly, everything turned into a competition of who likes what better.

then it became academic, I won a lot when it came to acads, but these days he’s either ranked one or two, never lower.

his friends was right below him, meaning I was below his friends.

I don't remember exactly what we fought about, but at least now I know some detail.

I also remembered having a small crush on seungmin?

whatever.

I probably only did because he was the only person I talked to and he was also the only person in the whole campus with the same level as me.

the teacher walked in snapping me out of my trance, she didn't wait any second and started discussing, leaving me no choice but to listen.

Throughout the whole class, I felt uncomfortable because not only was my pants feeling all itchy, but my head and my back hurts and I kept on unconsciously trying to recall me and seungmin’s past interactions.

I lost focus on the lesson but still kept trying to listen whenever I catch myself losing focus. I needed to get my rank back.

I was doing something wrong with my acads but I don't know what, if I don't get my rank back this semester I will surely get myself tutored.

But to be honest, getting tutored traumatized me. My parents used to hire really rude tutors before to get me studying ‘well’ and all.

But if I needed to get tutored to get my rank back, I WILL get tutored.

I didn't realize that the class already ended, students were already packing their stuff and leaving while I was just staring at the half blank white board that was now being wiped by the teacher.

I quickly gathered my things and left, I knew I was gonna pass by seungmin again but remembering what he did earlier, I didn't worry too much.

As expected, I passed by seungmin and to my surprise, he was walking with a sweet girl. he had his arms wrapped around her while they were laughing and talking.

oh how I felt bad for the girl. She's gonna get her heart broken like the others.

I said nothing as I noticed seungmin taking a quick glance at me and looking away. I pretended not to notice and kept walking.

So many unusual things already happened today and I don't want to encounter more, because what the hell is happening?

first of all, seungmin bullied me and suddenly became nice, I remembered all of our interactions and lost focus, and now he's walking with a random girl who's ‘bout to get her heart broken.

I've seen enough for today, I’m already so drained. I just want this day to end, it feels so long.

I only had two more classes left before lunch and that still wasn't enough to keep me content, I needed this to finish early.

I can't take more of this bullshit.

I let time fly and barely noticed that i was already walking to the cafeteria, I walked to the back of the line and waited for my turn.

When I got my beverages, I went straight to the rooftop.

I didn't like eating inside the cafeteria, There was a lot of people there and I couldn't bear the loudness.

when I was at the last step, the door from the rooftop swung open revealing a girl crying real hard and running.

the same girl seungmin was with earlier.

after her, the expected came out.

A disappointed, bored looking seungmin comes out. arms crossed and walking slowly.

I tried to ignore him and walked straight past him but of course, he became the person he was this morning.

“Y’know, you’re a real loser eating here all alone everyday.” he looked at me with a straight and serious face.

I unwrapped my burger and took a bite, pretending to not have heard him as I had my headphones on.

“i know you can hear me.”

“i know you can stop being an asshole if you wanted to.” I blurted out, I was already as annoyed by everything and I didn't want him interrupting me.

“that doesn't even- you know what, I don't care.” — “just why are you choosing to be such a loser when you can just socialize?” he boredly asks,

“and why can't you stop annoying me! why can't you stop bullying me and breaking other girls’ hearts?! why are you doing all of this when you can just become a better person?!” I yelled at him, causing him to stay silent.

“why can't you just work on yourself than to try to make me better?” I muttered.

“Because I can’t okay!” He yelled at me, I now noticed the tears that were forming in his eyes.

“Yes you can! you were a much better person when I first met you!” I yelled back, I won't let myself lose in this so-called argument.

“I miss you seungmin.” I finally admitted, looking at him with full of hope that he’ll understand.

“what?” he looks back up, trying to process what I just said.

“i said I missed you, seungmin.” I stood still, not sure of what to do or why I said that.

“How? what do you mean? I don't understand.” he looks at me teary eyed and confused.

“i meant I miss the old you, the person who was fun and chill, the person who used to listen to music with me in my classes, the person who ranted to me when he needed to and also the person that I could rant to.” at this point, I could feel the tears in my eyes start to form.

“I-... I’m really, really, really sorry y/n.” He breaks down completely and falls on the ground, covering his face with both of his hands.

I couldn't help but feel bad, he looked like a complete mess right now.

I couldn't move and didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to do something.

I went closer to him and cupped his face with both of my hands, “i forgive you seungmin, cry it all out.” after that, I hugged him and ruffle his hair while doing so.

I could feel the warmth of his breath hit my neck as he finally hugged me back and cried more onto my neck.

He was mumbling his apologies and reasons while i only sat there and kept on comforting the poor boy.

I soon enough invited him to eat with me, and he gracefully agreed.

After lunch, me and seungmin went straight to our classes.

After that, all I knew was my day went smoothly with seungmin who wasn't bullying me, and in fact was even chatting with me when we got the chance.

All of our classes are finally finished and we bid our goodbyes and separated ways.

After walking for a bit, I realized that I left my phone in our classroom.

I rushed to the classroom I was last in and went straight to my seat, thankfully, the phone was still there.

while I was walking my way back, I saw a beat up seungmin sitting on the floor and leaning on the wall.

I ran close to him, “shit, what happened?” I immediately sat down and took out the first aid kit that I always bring as I tend to be really clumsy and fall wherever I go.

“some... some group of guys stole my stuff.” he groaned while pressing onto his bruised eye.

“that looks pretty bad. let me-” I stopped talking as I focused to medicate the wounds on his face.

as I was finishing patching him up, he suddenly spoke, “why are you even helping me? you suffered so much because of me.” for a small momentum, I stayed quiet.

I realized that he was staring at me the whole time.

“the clinic is closed... when you get home, put an ice pack on this would you?” I said, pointing at his bruised eye and ignoring his question.

he gave me a reassuring nod and stood up as I did the same.

“I guess I have to go now...? bye seungmin, stay safe.” I smiled warmly at him and turned away when he grabbed my arm and turned me around.

“thank you y/n... thank you for forgiving me and helping me. I’m really thankful that you're here.” he held my hand tightly, looking at me straight in the eyes.

I stayed quiet while just looking at him. “Y/n, I... I love you.” — “This is serious, I'm not playing with you or anything, I really do love you.”

I kept quiet.

“I loved you from the start, when I first met you, but things went wrong at home and I took my anger out on people here because I thought it would be unfair if everyone was feeling fine and I wasn't. I regret everything I really do, and you made me realize that.” he sighs as he looks down, letting go of my hands.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds and I finally talked. “it’s okay, I told you right? you could change...” — “and seungmin...” I said and picked up the both of his hands, recreating his previous action.

“i love you too.” I stared at him with sincerity in my eyes.

Seungmin broke down again and hugged me tightly, I did the same thing back and patted his back. I stayed silent, there was no need to say anything.

We were quiet for a few minutes. Seungmin wasn't hugging me anymore, but his head was laying on my shoulder.

“Hey… let’s go home and talk about it, huh?” I cupped both of his cheeks as I stared at his flushed face.

His hair was messy, his eyes were puffy, his lips were plump and was pinkish while his nose and his ears were red.

I tilted my head waiting for a response as he just nodded his head.

We both stood up from the slippery floor and walked out of campus, finally.

“Y/n, do you want to… hang out for a bit?” he asked, staring at me with puppy eyes

I smiled warmly, “of course, minnie.” I said as I wiped the tears in his eyes, making him smile slightly with a hint of joy in him.

I was taken aback when he linked his arms with mine and kept on walking towards the closest café.

I stayed silent the whole time, I wish I stayed in this moment, forever.

We entered the café, arms still linked. “Do you want me to order for you?” — “Actually, that's not a question, I'll order for you. what do you want to get?” he asked, and finally unlinked our arms.

“Um, are you going to pay? I can pay for my-” before I could finish, he cut me off, “no. I will pay y/n, I owe you my life.”

“I get that I kind of changed you, but don't be drastically dramatic.” I laughed and looked at him,

“shush… just tell me what you’d like… it's an order.” he cutely shushes me like a little kid, “okay fine, I’d like to have a belgium chocolate latte, please.” I smiled at him and leaned on my hand for support.

“Of course, m’lady.” He smiled again and winked at me, I rolled my eyes at his flirty response and waited for him to come back.

A few minutes later, he came back with two drinks and a few donuts that I didn’t ask for. He probably got hungry from getting beaten up or something.

I was surprised when he gently pushed the plate of donuts towards me, “I got you some extra stuff, maybe you’d like it?” he smiles at me with shiny eyes,

“What… you know what, I'm not even gonna decline. but let's share, okay?” I jokingly say, “whatever you want, my puppy.”

damn, we aren't even dating yet.

I laughed at his sentence and decided to sip my drink and take a bite of the food, at the same time feeding him.

I noticed how his ears would get extremely red when I gave him a bite of the donut, “you’re whipped.” I seriously but jokingly said, “yes ma’am.” He closed his eyes and nodded as a response.

I laughed at his silly little response and kept on doing my thing.

Half an hour had already passed and we decided that we should go home as the sky was getting darker.

“Can I take you home?” He asks with the same puppy eyes he gave me earlier. as much as I wanted to scream and run and say yes, I stood strong.

“Seungmin, we've already spent a lot of time with each other, no need for more.” I said and placed my phone back inside my bag, he pouted at my response and crossed his arms, turning away from me.

I chuckled, “what are you doing?” He turned around my with his little pouty face and rolled his eyes, I didn't know he was so childish with people he was close with,

or only with me…?

“Please let me walk you home…” he mumbled loud enough for me to hear. “Seungmin, will you date me in the future?” I asked, waiting for a response.

Seungmin seemed to have choked on his words and turned to me, “of course?” he says in a questioning tone, like it was the most obvious thing.

“Then walk me home when we’re dating. Bye minnie! stay safe.” I said and walked the opposite way, I heard him groan and finally talk, “fine! stay safe too, Y/n.” — “thanks for today…” I wasn't too far to not hear as I smiled at his response.

I reached my house and the next thing I knew was I already took a shower and was ready to take a nap. I know this nap is gonna be peaceful remembering what happened today.

I was only supposed to take a nap but it turned into sleep, I woke up the next morning with horrible hair but a pretty face, odd.

I guess it was probably because I wasn't too stressed yesterday.

I got ready for school and time passed by like it was in a time lapse. I was able to focus well on my classes and even got a perfect score on two of my quizzes in two different subjects.

It was finally lunch break as I low-key searched for seungmin in the cafeteria, I just couldn't let him know that I was looking for him.

My heart rose as I saw Seungmin sitting at a table with a group of his friends, they were talking normally and laughing with each other.

I wanted to call his name so bad, I wanted to let him know that I was looking for him.

After a couple of moments of being interrupted by the noises of the cafeteria while eating, my mood suddenly changed.

Some girl was trying to hit on seungmin.

Why do I care? we're not together anyways.

that girl’s a whore.

why am I so affected anyway, he's still a player after all.

rip that girl’s ugly fucking face apart.

I ran to the rooftop, frustrated at the random thoughts that popped up inside of my head. I needed to clear my mind for a moment.

This is why I never eat at the damned cafeteria.

I tried to shrug the thought off and chewed my food ‘till there was almost nothing left, but then suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a smiling seungmin and the whore who now looked like she was ready to make out with him.

My heart dropped as I saw that they were about to kiss, in fucking front of me.

“get a room.” I say as I pretended to be disgusted by the two and walked out, I saw seungmin’s shocked face before I did and that was all it took for me to start crying.

It was too stressful for me and I couldn't take it anymore. I went home crying and running. Does he treat every girl like how he treats me?

I didn't mind changing my clothes as I was too focused on the fact that seungmin was doing shit with other girls and it gave me a huge horrendous amount of feeling betrayed.

I cried myself to sleep as I had nothing better to do, my only choice was to cry about it because no one knows about what happened to the both of us anyway.

only him.

I shouldn't have trusted him.

I guess trust issues are actually useful sometimes, I should've let it take over.

I woke up from the sound of rocks being thrown at my window, I looked at the time and I knew that by this time my parents would be asleep. who could be throwing rocks at my window at two in the morning?

People would hate me if I said I didn't hesitate to look at who was throwing at the window because one, it's stupid, and two, it could be a killer and my life could be in danger.

but I couldn't care any less, I just wanted to make the dude stop. I just want rest and I can't even get that as well.

I stared in shock when I saw who was in our backyard, it was none other than seungmin.

Society would say that I'm stupid or I'm making a fool of myself if it found out that I let him in, because I mean, he got me pretty fucked up in just a day.

As he entered, I backed away, I didn't want to be close to him even though I literally let him enter my room through my window.

“Y/n are you mad?” He looked at me worriedly, “Well I don’t know seungmin, am I mad?” I looked at him straight in the eyes with an emotionless face.

“You might have misunderstood, it really wasn't what it looked like-” I cut him off, I didn't want to hear more.

“Misunderstood that you were close to fucking that girl? don't worry, it’s okay seungmin. we're not dating.” I replied bluntly and crossed my arms, at this point, I wanted to cry but no tears would come out.

I chuckled, “You’re so good at acting, minnie.” I combed my hair with my hand as I crossed my arms back again after, “please… I didn't mean to…” He walked closer towards me with a ‘pitiful’ face others might say.

“No, no, it’s okay seungmin! totally fine! I mean why are you even apologizing? like we're not even dating bro.” I sarcastically responded to his lame apology.

“I’ll explain, She claimed to have liked me for years and I didn't know what to do so I acted through it! and she suddenly brought me to the rooftop and I don't know… I left her after I saw you.” he explained, making everything clear for me.

“so seungmin, are you implying that if we dated and some girl confessed to you, you’d fuck her?” I laughed and kept my arms crossed.

“No! no y/n please I really didn't want to! but my friends were making fun of me and calling me names and all…” he scratched his head, I've had enough of this bullshit.

“LAME! you're fucking lame! What kind of excuse is that?! leave my room right now. right now seungmin! fucking asshole.” I yelled and mumbled the last two words. I was so pissed off that I felt as if I wanted to jump off a cliff and die so that he could feel guilty.

The last thing I knew, he was hugging me and crying on my shoulder while repeatedly saying ‘I’m sorry, please don't leave me. I love you.

it broke my heart seeing him like this. my emotions took over me and forgave him, in the end, I was laying my head on his arm while staring at the ceiling.

the dim lamp made it comfortable enough for me to stay still, staying as quiet as ever.

“Y/n please understand if I want to keep our relationship a secret, if we start dating… y’know…” he suddenly speaks, not moving an inch.

“why?” I asked emotionlessly and bluntly, “because of my friends… My parents know you. my friends will snitch on me once they find out that I'm dating you.”

“why?” I repeated my question having no energy to form a proper conversation.

“Your parents, my parents, they know each other. my family talks a lot about how they're trying to beat each other on sales and will do anything to beat them, even if it means risking someone’s life.” he explained as I stayed silent, everything was starting to clear up.

“Seungmin, I'm sleepy.” I exclaimed and yawned, he played with my hair as I slowly melted at his touch and eventually dozed off and slept peacefully.

I woke up the next morning to see that seungmin was no longer by my side, there was only a pillow on where he had his arm and I was laying on it, he must've left while I was sleeping.

I got ready for school and the same thing happened just like any other day. I went to my classes, ate at the rooftop, went home and completely pretended that seungmin didn't exist at all.

it was already night time as I was getting ready to sleep, scrolling a bit on my phone before I heard someone throw rocks on my window again.

It's seungmin.

I let him in as he gave me a hug when he stepped inside, I hugged him back tiredly and laid down on my bed as he did the same as last night, putting his arms under my head as a pillow.

“I missed you, minnie.” I exclaimed. “I missed you too, my y/n. he replied back.

“How was your day?” he asked, “aren’t your friends wondering why you aren't bothering me at school?” I asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Oh, yeah, they did.” he scratched his head, “what did you say?” I asked,

“I said that there was no point of it anymore, and that I got lazy.” he responded. “m‘kay.” I replied effortlessly as all I wanted to do was sleep. Today was a tiring day from me and I can't even say or do anything properly.

“You seem really tired… y/n.” he says as he played with my hair like last night, “It was a stressful day.” I explained bluntly and closed my eyes.

“I have something important to ask you.” He suddenly says, making me shocked on the inside but having no energy to show it.

“What is it?” I asked nervously, “Can you be my girlfriend?” he turned to me and cupped my face with his right hand.

“huh… you're just tired. Let's get some rest.” I say and shrug it off, closing my eyes once again.

“No y/n, please give me the permission to be yours. to be your boyfriend.” he says, making me open my eyes, I now realized what he has said was serious.

“seungmin… of course.” I say in happiness. I couldn't explain how happy I was, despite the fact that I was all sleepy and tired, I still managed to have the energy to smile and hug him tightly.

He kept on playing with my hair while hugging me back too, “Goodnight, sleep well, love.” I was too tired to respond and dozed off.

As expected, I woke up the next morning with seungmin gone and a pillow under my head.

I got ready, did what I did on a daily basis and everything was going completely normal.

I went to class, ate at the rooftop, went home, and have seungmin throw rocks at my window.

I woke up the next day with seungmin gone like usual and the same cycle repeats over and over again.

Six months passed and the same thing happened every single day, except I was doing better in my studies and I was now ranked second.

I was walking normally when I saw seungmin talking to a girl who seemed to be flirting with him, he didn't seem to react the same way the girl was acting and stayed there, standing still while staring at her blankly.

I was relieved to see that he reacted like this, but suddenly, the girl started crying and pulled him into the… fucking janitor’s closet?

I stomped my way to the janitor’s closet, kicking the door open with all my strength.

“And what do you think you're doing?” I grabbed the girl by the collar, never in my life had I thought I'd do this, not even something similar to this.

I glared at the girl while she stared at me in shock.

“Talk, bitch!” I said as I slapped her, seungmin got a hold of my hand which made me stop, “why are you causing such a ruckus y/n?” I froze hearing him call me by my name which he hadn't done since we started dating.

He looked at me coldly, as if we didn't know each other at all.

“what…?” I looked at seungmin, feeling betrayed. He pulled me out of the closet leaving the girl alone and took me to the same rooftop I just came from.

“Are you out of your mind?! do you want my family to find out and break us apart y/n?!” he yelled at me, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

“You might now care but I do, I care. I don't want my parents to fucking find out! I'll fucking die!” He yelled again, kicking an empty can of soda from the floor.

“So you'll let her do shit to you? huh!?” — “I’ve had enough of your bullshit seungmin! This is the second fucking time you let someone try to fuck you!” I yelled back at him, I wasn't backing down now.

“Y/n do you really not understand?! Did you ever consider my damn feelings!?” He turned around.

that sentence broke me completely, I absolutely had nothing to say.

“We’re not getting anywhere. I can't do this anymore, I tried to work this secret relationship shit thing and it's just not working. Let's end this. I'm breaking up with you.” I stared at him in frustration and sadness.

his face dropped, “fuck… no wait, I mean, I'm sorry babe, I’m just really stressed today-” I cut him off, “don’t sugarcoat it now seungmin, I'm sick of this bullshit.” I didn't say anything anymore as I felt like I was gonna have a mental breakdown right there.

In fact, I really wanted to work out things with him but I just couldn't, if our parents hate each other so much then there was no way, we were only in senior highschool and didn't have a job to at least support our decisions with.

I knew it was better to end things with him. It was the right person, but it was the wrong time.

If only I had met him when we're in college, working or something I could work out stuff with him because I know he can handle things without depending on his parents, but I didn't, I had no choice.

seven months passed and I finally was in college. I moved out and got my own apartment that my parents provided me that I soon enough would completely own as I finally got myself a part time job at a nearby hotel.

Being a receptionist was more than enough to keep me alive which led me to renting a larger and fancier apartment.

I was loving my new life at my job, college, my house, everything.

I also met a couple of new people who were hyunjin and jeongin, I met them at a campus project that required working with other college students and we met from making background props for apparently a really big film showing only in a month.

It was a perfectly fine day when I was met with a familiar light-brown haired boy who was looking… more decent now.

I was asked to show him around campus and tell him about all the upcoming large projects we have.

Wow, great timing and great person.

There was an awkward silence between us as I scanned him, he was wearing a simple blue cardigan jacket and some baggy white pants with some good ‘ol Jordans.

“Hi… Y/n. Long time no see.” He broke the silence by speaking in a happy tone that had a hint of nervousness in it.

“Hey, seungmin… I didn't expect to be seeing you today.” it was probably because the school saw on his information that he went to the same school as me in highschool and thought that we’d know each other.

Well great, because we do.

“Um… so…” he spoke and looked down, looking for words to say, “do you wanna see the campus or talk about the projects we have soon?” I talked confidently, I was NOT gonna show him that I was nervous.

To be honest, I missed him a lot but moved on from the past and now think of our past relationship as a sweet little memory of my highschool days.

“Um- we can talk about the projects! if that’s okay…” he said as I noticed his ears get red, like it used to. he's even more shy now.

stop it y/n.

“Yeah, totally. Where do you wanna talk? here or somewhere outside campus?” I asked nicely, waiting for a response.

“Uh, can we talk in a café or something?” He chuckled lightly, oh shit, the memories.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” I said as I put my phone back inside my sling bag and waited for him to lead the way.

He brought me to the closest café and we started talking about the upcoming projects and what he needed to help with. We finished talking after only half an hour and I was finally getting ready to leave.

“Hey y/n, you seem to know everything about campus. Why is that?” He asked me genuinely, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m the university’s vice president.” I chuckled without looking at him, just gathering all of my things and shoving them in my bag.

“Actually, I've been saving up the courage to ask you this since earlier but can we talk about… you know?”

I knew it, I knew this was gonna happen.

I sat back down and sighed, “fine, make it quick. please.” I pleaded, to be honest I actually never wanted this conversation to end but of course I wasn't gonna say that to my literal ex.

“I… you know what, I'm not gonna talk about the past… I'm just gonna tell you how my days have been, is that okay?” Was he just trying to spend his time with me longer?

“Yeah, go on…” I said, “so… kinda unusual but I'm a caregiver, and I've got my own apartment too, my parents aren't controlling me anymore, thankfully. And yeah, I guess life’s pretty decent… but empty without…” he said, not finishing his words

“What about you, y/n?” He suddenly asked, “well, life’s alright. I'm doing well with my studies and I have an apartment too. I'm also a part time receptionist at a hotel,” I exclaimed.

he smiled, “You’re a receptionist? you must be rich now.” He laughed, “Not to be egoistic or over-confident or something but, it's kinda like that.” I joked around.

“But… gosh. I can't take it anymore, can we… hang out? sometimes?

I stayed silent, I didn't know what to respond. my choice would either fix all of my life problems or make more problems, but I'm saying yes.

“...okay.” I responded bluntly and stood up, “see you… tomorrow. I’ll show you around campus.” I left without hesitation.

I felt suffocated inside there, my heart was pumping really hard after I realized what I just did, I really agreed to repeat history with that guy, with seungmin.

I went home as we didn't really have school today, we just met up because the teacher just wouldn't let me skip a day and the student council wouldn't let me skip an after school meeting either.

It was already dark and I had to go to work today so I rushed home and changed into my work attire and went straight to work.

Weeks and weeks have past and me and seungmin actually started to hang out, things were working out better than before. We were able to go around places without being scared of being seen talking to each other in a friendly way.

Then suddenly, he invited me over to a café… a café I will never forget.

It was the café that we went to a lot when we were in highschool.

I felt nervous and suffocated but I still went. My heart beating rapidly was also not helping, I saw him sitting there, wearing a sweater and baggy jeans near the glass wall, the same seat we were sitting in when we first made up with each other.

I sat in front of him, waiting for him to say something.

“Y/n… hi.” he greeted me, looking as nervous as ever. I tried to act normal and keep my cool while I was speaking though, someone here had to act all cool.

“Here’s your drink, I ordered earlier.” he says smiling while slightly pushing the drink towards me. I stared at the drink, A belgium chocolate latte.

“Thanks… so why did you call me?” I asked, “So I’ve been thinking…”

“I… I missed you, romantically. Please give me a second chance, y/n.” he held both of my hands, “Um… well, seungmin…” I was speechless.

“I’m really happy that we’re talking again, I've been so sad since we fell apart. I know we can work it out, I really miss you.” he begged.

“oh…” I sighed, “okay.” I looked down, wanting to just explode because I really gave in.

“thank you, thank you so much y/n you don't know how much you mean to me.” I saw him smile passionately while holding my hands tightly.

“Do you want to come over to my apartment and talk privately about it?” he asked, “Sure, seungmin.” I smiled warmly at him.

Once we were inside his apartment, I was surprised to see how clean it was.

We were now sitting at the couch with our unfinished drinks, “Y/n… will you be my girlfriend… I'll do better, I promise.”

it's not a sin to give him a chance, right?

“Of course.” I smiled warmly at him.

“Yes! Thank you! I love you!” he yelled with excitement and started to peck every part of my face.

After all the pecking he did, he hugged me tightly. “I never thought I was gonna be able to get you back, I love you.” he said while shoving his head on my shoulder.

I ruffled his hair and the next thing I knew, we were already walking at the park.

Months have passed, we were doing amazing, we announced our relationship with everyone and my parents weren't too mad, but his parents definitely were, yet we weren't gonna let them stop up and keep us apart, we didn't do all of this for nothing.

“baby… I love you so much.” seungmin suddenly spoke in his morning voice, facing me and hugging me.

I chuckled at how cute he was when he woke up fresh from sleep, “I love you too, minnie.” I exclaimed, making him laugh, still looking high.

“minnie… do you listen to Taylor swift?” I asked him, turning to him and ruffling his hair, “Yes, of course since you love her so much.” He said,

“Well, I can relate to her, you know.” I smiled, “how?” seungmin asked, “because…”

“all of the girls you loved before made you the one i’ve fallen for. every dead end street led you straight to me, now you're all I need, I'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before.”

a/n: hi everyone, so yes, as you can tell, this is based on a taylor swift song (all of the girls you loved before) I finished this in only two days so please bear with me if it's bad, but other than that, if you reached it here, congrats. I already consider you as my fan. Thank you for reading and have a great day!

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ascendanceseriesveteran · 1 year ago

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The Scantily Clad Gargoyle 🌹

Ascendance Series Fanfic

Crack-fic that came to me in a dream.

Finally something I don't entirely hate.

Yet I'm still in a creativity slump.

Beware possible spelling mistakes and slightly mature themes as the title suggests. But mostly tame.

🌹🌹🌹

Imogen POV

It was a dreadfully incessant knock. Even a few seconds was enough for the beat to imprint on my still-sleepy mind.

"Who is it?" My voice was rough. Like I hadn't drank water in weeks. Perhaps the comfort of my bed took me off guard. So much so that my entire body took to resting for the first time in countless months.

"It's Roden."

There was a grumble from beside me, "Of course it's him." Jaron shuffled under the covers with another displeased grunt that I soothed with my hand in his mess of soft curls.

"You can enter."

The Captain stepped in looking more meek than usual, holding paperwork against him with a hand sitting on the hilt of his sword out of habit. Maybe sleep did him some good as well.

Roden spoke before I could ask why he was here, "I haven't been able to find Jaron. Do you know where he's gone? We're supposed to canvas Drylliad today."

That, of course, came with the stark realisation that the King was currently warming my least favourite side of the bed and less than a day after returning home after the war. Very scandalous indeed. I certainly hadn't expected to be outst this early in the morning. Clearly, the same epiphany didn't quite reach Jaron as he raised his head from behind me, confused, apparently assessing his surroundings as if he forgot how he got here. His hair was in comical levels of dissaray and his arms tightened their hold around me.

"Jaron?" Roden said, incredulous.

I saw the moment when everything registered, and the King seemed drunk on contentment when looked at me. "Yes?"

"I won't ask the obvious question, but I will say that you're needed downstairs. And we need to ride out soon."

The King groaned and disappeared behind me again.

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Wait," I half-yelled before Roden had the chance to turn around. "We need some help."

"We do?"

I frowned at Jaron, "You're a bit slow this morning."

"I'm just very happy."

"What do you need?" Roden asked.

"Clothes. Jaron ripped his."

And it really didn't help that Jaron chose that moment to start giggling, remembering everything at last, it seemed. Roden's eyebrows were up to his hairline. "Well he sure works quickly, doesn't he."

"Just... get us some clothes. You may leave." I huffed as he chucked and left the room, glaring at Jaron whose eyes shone with mischief. "This is all your fault, you know."

🌹 9 hours earlier

Someone or something was banging on my window. Being three levels off the ground, my first thought wasn't that of an intruder. But then I remembered where I was and how the Avenians were still potentially crawling the land in search of vengence.

I slipped out from beneath the covers and grabbed the dagger Jaron gave me. Worst case scenario I'll just push the person down, if it was a person. I really hoped it wasn't. I didn't want to hurt anyone and as my hands shook, I began regretting investigating rather than leaving, having been afraid that whoever intercepted me first in the hallway would think I was crazy. We were high off the ground after all.

I shoved the curtain aside and cringed, anticipating the worst.

"Imogen?"

It was quiet, and yet I knew exactly how my name sounded from his lips. I immediately opened the windows.

"Are you insane?"

I'll grant him something, the look on his face read pure remorse and innocence, it almost made me cave. But then I remembered who I was speaking to.

"I couldn't sleep and wanted to see you."

I glanced at the drop down with a heart pounding so hard it was difficult to hear him over the wind. I would kill him. Not yet. I would safely get him inside even though my palms were so sweaty he'd probably slip free. But I would make sure he was safe first, then kill him.

"You have legs." I emphasised every syllable and he had the decency to be ashamed.

"I didn't want to incite gossip."

"So you decided to risk your life instead."

"Yes."

Sure, that made perfect sense. I took a deep breath and glared.

"Hurry up and get in."

He reached over to grab the window and froze. "Uh oh."

"Uh oh?"

"Very much uh oh." Jaron eyes were wide and cheeks were becoming vibrant with colour.

"What's wrong?"

"My clothes may have snagged on the building."

"Oh. Oh."

"Yes, oh."

"Stop saying oh."

"I can not. I'm horrendously embarassed. This is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

I laughed at that, "Yes because potentially exposing yourself to Carthya is so much worse that being whipped and tortured."

"Exactly."

Jaron had this unique effect on me. I wanted to put my palm to my face while simultaneously being endeared by his skewed, silly melodramatics.

"And its not Carthya I'd be flashing."

I grinned and leaned in close, savouring how dark his eyes became. "I could turn you away. Then it would be Carthya seeing the crown jewels."

"Please don't call them that, you're sounding a lot like Roden."

"I mean, that's what they technically are, Your Majesty."

He arrogantly tipped his head, "Well everyone is asleep anyway and it's too dark to see."

"And yet you were so worried a second ago."

"I just didn't want to make the few poor souls wandering below start swooning. Thought it might make you jealous." He was egging me on. But two could play at this game.

"OK, well off you go then."

We both knew I didn't truly mean it, but I allowed a seed of doubt to set in his mind, finding a sense of victory in the way he swallowed. "Imogen."

"Yes, my Lord."

"I promise to walk next time."

It was truly astounding how much more self aware he was when under pressure. Usually I'd have had to spell out my displeasure with his recklessness for it to finally reach home. When he'd finally realise that the fact that he was desensitised to danger doesn't suddenly make danger less dangerous.

"Well there won't be a next time, if you were trying to avoid onlookers, walking won't work either." His face dropped, so I kissed his lips and smiled. "So the only viable solution is one of us moving into the others' room."

He finally grinned, "Imogen, how scandalous."

"Only a little more scandalous than you are right now."

"I get a special exemption for being King of this country," but soon a frown clouded his expression, "Are you sure?"

"We have wasted so much time. I don't want to wait. I just want to be with you. Besides, I couldn't sleep either, not without knowing you're safe."

His smile was brighter than then moon. Starlight twinkling in his eyes until the distinct sound of tearing made them widen yet again. He cursed and looked pleadingly at me. I tried not to laugh while I scoured my room for a cloth, finding a square resembling a handkerchief. I waved it at him.

"Imogen if I didn't know better I'd say you want me to be indecent."

I crossed my arms, "Most of what you do and say is already somewhat indecent. If you were so scared of indecency you would have walked like a normal person."

He hauled himself upwards, the shirt peeling off his back like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis. I wished I could pretend it wasn't a sight to behold, glad for the dimness of my room that concealed how hot my cheeks became. Apparently, I was of weaker character than I'd have hoped.

Now that Jaron was perched on the edge with his forearms, shirt long gone, he looked sheepish, "Are you sure you don't have anything bigger? Some of your clothes, perhaps."

"I don't have any yet. You said we'd arrange something tomorrow morning."

He cursed and glanced longingly at the bed.

"I'm not giving you the bedding, Jaron. Just get in, I dont like you just hanging there."

"Ha. Good one. Nice pun."

"That wasn't a pun-" I really face palmed this time. "Jaron Artolius Eckbert, this is not the time. In, now."

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I huffed and turned around. "I'm not uncomfortable. Just annoyed and stressed. Now get in."

And that wasn't even the most eventful part of the night either. However, I wouldn't have it any other way.

🌹 Present

Roden returned surprisingly quickly and Jaron was quicky sitting up to assess the delivery.

"Are you trying to make me look like a clown?"

Roden played innocent, "Why would I do that?"

Jaron all but growled when he snatched the rouge, flared pants and yellow tunic away. "I'm going to have a word with whoever added this atrocity to my wardrobe."

"Maybe you'll learn your lesson finally." I snapped.

Despite the fact that Jaron was sitting while I was laying down, having stolen much of the bedding to wrap around his torso, he seemed to cower at my words. Good, I wanted him to feel embarassed.

"I already apologised!"

Roden laughed. "I think you will need more than an apology after ripping your clothes for her like some starved beast."

"That's not what happened."

"Sure."

He smacked Roden with the fabric and escorted him out of the room with a glower.

Only after he left did Jaron shimmy back down and gather me back into his arms. I missed his warmth in the short few minutes he had been sitting.

"Roden is expecting you down there soon."

"I will be there when I choose. I am King, after all."

"As you love reminding everyone."

He smiled and captured my lips with his.

#the ascendance series #king jaron #the ascendance trilogy #the captive kingdom #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jarogen #jaron #jaron artolius eckbert iii

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aldbooks · 1 year ago

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hello! how are you? How were your days off?I hope you enjoyed ☺️☺️Am I coming to ask for your writing? 🙈🙈 I can't help it 😃Would it be possible that you have one of Elain jealous hidden there? I need something like this to be able to continue my week ☺️☺️Thanks for creativity 😌😌

Hello! Thank you. My time off was very nice, wish I'd had more of it but don't we always?

Sorry this took a little bit to get to, I was very busy this week. Let's see what we can do. How about a snippet of a scene from a work I'm currently drafting. It may or may to remain in the final draft.

"You're staring," drawled Helion, suddenly appearing beside her.

Elain clutched the goblet of fae wine in her hand tighter in an attempt not to flinch as she was ripped out of her thoughts. "What?" she asked, a bit harsher than she intended.

Helion's golden eyes sparkled down at her in amusement before raising to where her gaze had been glued just a moment before. On the fire haired prince lounging across the room in his new throne, surrounded by fawning females.

One of them, an olive skinned female with silky dark curls and sensual curves was bold enough to plant herself in his lap, stroking her fingers through the open collar of his shirt.

It irked her. Irked her that these females acting like he was their property when they'd only been introduced mere minutes before. Irked her that he did not stop the female's explorations of his body in such a blatant manner. Irked her that he smiled and laughed at whatever she said in a way he'd never done with her...

Holy hells... she was jealous. An emotion she'd never experienced in connection with her erstwhile mate.

"If you disapprove of the attention he's getting," Helion mused. "You could just- turn away. Or... you could do something about it."

Elain sputtered. "I- couldn't care less what he does. He is free to do as he pleases. He certainly doesn't need my approval."

"Indeed? Is that why you've been drilling holes into each female who has dared to approach him for the last half hour?"

"I have not," Elain said, even as her gaze bored into the face of yet another female, a blonde this time, leaned against the unoccupied arm of his chair, thrusting her bosom in his face as she pushed aside of lock of his hair and toyed with the earring at the tip of his pointed ear.

She sat on his left where his golden eye roved over her, though she appeared undeterred by the gruesome scars covering half of his face. None of them seemed deterred by it. Many even seemed to be enamored of the scars. As she watched, the blond ran a red tipped nail across his brow, skimming the edge of the scars and made some comment that drew a smirk from him.

Elain realized she was glaring as Helion said dryly, "of course not."

"You approve of this behavior?" she asked, just barely keeping the snap out of her tone. "He is your heir, a prince. You believe this is appropriate behavior of a representative of this court?"

Helion gave her a dry look. "Flower, you've been in my court long enough ow to know the answer to that. I came by my reputation honestly, after all. Like father, like son."

Elain felt her cheeks flame hot as anger surged. She had indeed been in the Day Court long enough to know exactly what sort of mischief Helion liked to get up to, though he had not engaged in any of it since receiving word of Beron's death in anticipation of finally claiming his mate. The thought of Lucien doing any of the things she'd seen Helion do...

Helion laughed, reading her thoughts. "If it bothers you so much," he lifted a brow. "Do something about it."

Elain gulped the last few swallows of wine in her cup hoping they would cool her and knowing they would do the opposite. Before she had time to think, she slammed the cup down on the tray of a passing server and pushed her way through the crowd, ignoring Helion's deep chuckle that followed her.

When she reached the dias, everyone stilled, looking curiously at her. Lucien watched her with the same sardonic smile he'd worn each time they were in company since his arrival. The female in his lap sneered at her and Elain had to fight the instinct to snarl.

"Lady Elain," Lucien drawled, lounging in his seat. "Are you enjoying your evening?"

Elain dipped a polite curtsey before meeting his burning gaze. "My lord, I believe you promised me the next dance."

For a long moment, they held each others stare as she waited to see if he would play along with her game or reject her. Lucien's head cocked to the side, studying her like an interesting insect and she felt her cheeks begin to burn with humiliation. He was going to say no. Why shouldn't he? She'd humiliated him all those years ago, turn about was fair play.

Just as she prepared to slink away in shame, Lucien grinned. "So I did."

Elain's relief was profound but short lived as he raised the hands of each female on either side of him to his lips and gave them a kiss. "Forgive me, cherie. It seems I have other obligations."

With a wink and a charming smile at the other ladies around him, He gently set aside the one in his lap and rose, stepping down to stand before Elain. Holding out his hand, he bowed slightly as the final chords of the song playing ended and the dancers prepared for the next. "My lady."

There was a hard edge to the words that let her know exactly how pleased he was with her interruption of his evening's entertainment but he was far too polite to ought but acquiesce to a lady's request.

Laying her hand in his, she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor and was further humiliated to realize the next dance was one of the more sensual variety that required partners to move in wholly indecent holds and patterns. A lover's dance. But there was nothing for it now.

She gasped slightly when Lucien's warm hand slid around her waist and pulled her against him, his thumb brushing over the skin of her exposed back. She could feel the muscles of his arm beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as he hand came to rest on his bicep. Her body was pressed fully against his torso and, when they took their first step, his thigh pressed between hers, rubbing against her with each movement.

The hand holding hers gripped it tightly as fire sparked in his eyes but his steps were flawless as he led her through the dance executing perfect dips and turns and lifts, their bodies brushing together all the while until he was breathless and on fire.

When the music came to an end, he hauled her against him for the final pose with one of her legs wrapped around his hip as he leaned back so only the toe of her shoe was on the ground and he was fully supporting her against him, their nose less than an inch apart.

A wave of desire clouded her senses as his spicy, warm scent enveloped her and his lips feathers over her cheek as he brought them to her ear. "Don't ever, ask me to do that again," he hissed before setting her on her feet and turning away with a curt bow.

Elain stood int he middle of the dance floor, stunned and breathless she watched him stalk out of the ballroom.

#ask box #elucien #lucien x elain #elain x lucien #elain and lucien #lucien and elain

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 2 years ago

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Part 21

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Some angst...

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae there we go... A very awkward little snippet of life. I now owe up to chapter 26! Looks like you guys are getting more Sy... Always more and more Sy... Some of the conversations in this are in Dutch, which I translated for everyone who doesn't speak Dutch. Which is... well... most people, I guess?

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990 @peaches1958 @pandaxnienke

“What in tarnation?” It was too early for you to be up, or so Sy seemed to think, and most certainly too early for anything to have you this stressed out.

“Sy,” you said, gesturing at him to put the wood he was holding away, “I’m so sorry…” That sounded very dramatic – so dramatic that he actually dropped the firewood. He was with you in seconds.

“What’s goin’ on?” His voice was soft and the look in his eyes worried.

“I completely forgot…” You stared at your phone in disbelief. “My mom is coming over.”

“My goodness, Sugar,” Sy said, “You’re gonna give a man a heart attack. When does she get here?”

“Half an hour.” Apparently, Sy did think that was cause for some panic, because he seemed to zone out for a second. “And she’s bringing my aunts. And I just realized I may or may not have forgotten to mention that we were actually dating, let alone that you’ve moved in. On the plus side, you’ll have met my whole family.”

“Whole family?” Really? That was the part that brought him back to the real world?

“Yeah. It’s just the four of us. My aunts never married, dad isn’t in the picture, don’t have any siblings.”

“You’re kidding?” The bewilderment on his face was absolutely hilarious to you. How hard could it be to understand that you just didn’t have a big family?

“I most certainly am not.”

“Sugar… Jesus, I’m kinda glad I don’t gotta meet your dad…” Alright, you understood the way he was raised, but that still hit you in the independence wrong.

“Oh, no, my mom is definitely the one you should be worried about, anyway,” you said with a sweet smile. He could suck on that. Nothing wrong with making him sweat a little… Or well… A little more. He was already covered in sweat from chopping wood, and with the amount of time you had – or rather didn’t have – you could really do without the way that drove you nuts.

“She gonna be mad we’re livin’ together?” You dodged him when he tried to hug you, which struck a nerve with him.

“Probably not. Mad that I didn’t tell her, maybe.” You shrugged, and then you looked at your phone again, “You have about 25 minutes to shower.”

“You mean…” He got that devilish grin on his face that made you curse him, and he licked his lips slowly as he took a step towards you.

“Sy, no.” You actually raised a finger at him, as if you were scolding a dog, but it didn’t work. Of course it didn’t. You shrieked as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you upstairs, not putting you down until you were in the bathroom. It was a miracle that the shirt you were wearing even survived; he all but tore it off your body. Now, of course you could have made a break for it when Sy let go of you to take off his own clothes. Except that plan went down the drain the second he lifted his shirt. God damn him and his perfect body.

You knew for a fact that Sy was far too proud of his… prowess to ever underestimate the time he’d need to fuck you properly, which meant your mom was early. At least, assuming that the person ringing your doorbell like a madman (or -woman) was actually your mom. Part of you hoped it wasn’t when you quickly struggled to get into your clothes and ran down the stairs while furiously towel drying your hair.

“Mam!” Wait, did your Dutch sound weird all of a sudden? Was there an accent to it? For the love of God, you’d said one word. There was no way to tell.

“Lara, lieverd!” She hugged you tightly before pushing past you into the house, your aunts not far behind.

“Tante!” Two more sets of arms managed to creep around you before you even realized. “Tante!” Both of your aunts greeted you, without even bothering to break up their conversation about… whatever – until something stopped them and their chattering dead in their tracks. That ‘something’ was Sy, who walked down the stairs unusually quietly and very, very carefully. Your mom raised an eyebrow at you, your aunts exchanged looks – then looked at you, then back at each other, then at Sy, then back to you.

“Lara…” One of them started, but there was no way in hell you were going to let them finish that sentence.

“Eh, mam, tantes, dit is Sy,” you said. Yeah. Your Dutch was definitely shaky. “En Sy is…” your mom asked impatiently.

“Eh… Mijn vriend.” (Eh... My boyfriend.)

“Nou! De hemel zij geprezen!” Your mom’s eldest sister said as she rolled her eyes. (Oh, thank god!)

“Zou onderhand eens tijd worden, meisje.” (It was about damn time, girl.)

“Lieve schat,” your mom whispered, “hoe oud is hij?” It took a little more courage than you had initially expected to tell your mom Sy was thirty to your twenty-four, but she seemed to be completely okay with it. Your aunts did a couple too many double-takes of Sy within the span of a few minutes to ever convince you that they weren’t on board with this. (Darling, ... , how old is he?)

“Nou, dame, het ziet er niet uit alsof je het slecht voor elkaar hebt!” Your aunts nodded at you approvingly while Sy just stood there, looking… befuddled. Because… Oh God. Because you were clearly talkling about him in a language he didn’t understand. (Well, lady, it doesn't look like you're having a terrible time.)

“I’m sorry!” You said, and you took a few steps towards him. Your plan had been to give him a hug, but somehow you couldn’t make it past putting a hand on his arm – not with your mother in the room – and his face fell when you did. He seemed to shrug it off immediately, but you knew he was going to bring it up later – as he should.

“So, Sy, that’s an interesting name.” Classic introduction to the interrogation, way to go, Mom. Sy gave them the story of why he went by Sy, and your family paid close attention. On three separate occasions, your mom’s youngest sister looked at you as if you’d gone completely insane – and maybe you had. You were sitting about as far away from Sy on the couch as you could reasonably expect to get away with, and you felt him grow more tense with every passing second. Everyone seemed to be getting along perfectly fine, and you were hoping that the rest of the day – and the rest of the visit – would be smooth sailing, but unfortunately, your aunt managed to ask that one question relatively early on.

“What do you do, Sy?” That wasn’t the question. As a matter of fact, they were thrilled to find out he was a contractor – your eldest aunt may have said something vaguely inappropriate about the appeal of strong, handy men – and they ‘aww’-ed loudly when he said he’d helped you remodel this place. But then all hell broke loose.

“And do you live in town, or…” Your mom was genuinely interested in the answer, but both you and Sy tensed up immediately. It seemed like Sy was going to leave this one up to you – which was probably for the best…

“He, eh…” you stammered, “he lives here.” The look on your face bordered on guilty, and you cursed yourself for not having put your time before they arrived to better use and actually preparing some form of an answer to this question.

“Are you telling me you’ve moved in together?” your brain scrambled for a decent explanation of the situation, naturally completely foregoing the fact that ‘the truth’ was one hundred percent an option.

“Yes?” It was more of a question than an answer. You could tell your aunts were mentally grabbing popcorn – not because they wanted to see you fight, but because they were nosy, and curious, and extremely invested in drama, and yes those were three ways of saying the same damn thing, but right now that wasn’t exactly important.

“You’ve been together for five months, and you’re living together?” You missed the perfectly neutral tone in your mother’s voice and somehow plastered a boatload of anger and derision over it, instead. “For how long?”

“A little over a month, ma’am,” Sy said politely. You should have been grateful that he was willing to shoulder some of the blame, but instead you panicked even more. And this type of panic, you recognized all too well. It was the kind of panic you couldn’t contain, the kind of panic that sent words flying out your mouth you really shouldn’t be saying.

“It just… It seemed like a good idea at the time…” Implying that it didn’t seem that way now, great start. “Sy’s been looking for a place forever.” Present tense that really shouldn’t be there, you were really going for gold here. “It was supposed to be a temporary solution.” Blatant lie – and the thing that really caught Sy off guard. He snapped his head up and looked at you.

“Temporary sol-” He couldn’t even finish the word. “Sugar, I think I need to head out for a minute, ‘fore I say somethin’ incredibly stupid.” He still managed to excuse himself to your aunts and mom before he got up and left the house.

“Ben jij nou helemaal van de pot gepleurd?” Your aunts really didn’t hesitate to give you a piece of their minds – not that your mom was thrilled about the situation. (Are you completely insane? Literally: Did you fall off the toilet. (I wish I was kidding.))

“Heb jij enig idee hoe weinig van zulke kerels er rondlopen op deze planeet?” Well, the good news was they liked him… (Do you have any idea how scarce good guys like that are on this planet?)

“Vierentwintig jaar, Lara, lopen wij met z’n allen te wachten, tot jij eindelijk eens een keer met een leuke vent thuiskomt.” Oh boy, you could tell your youngest aunt was on fire tonight… “En punt één zeg je niks als je er eindelijk een gevonden hebt, punt twee jaag je ‘m zo even buiten. Wat moeten we nou in godshemelsnaam met jou, hè?” (Twenty-four years, Lara, we're waiting for you to bring home a nice guy" ... "And first of all, you don't tell anyone when you've finally found one, second of all, you chase him out the dore just like that. What in the name of everything that's holy are we supposed to do with you?)

There it was again. They’d been telling you for years that they were close to abandoning all hope when it came to your (up until then completely nonexistent) love life, but this time, they actually looked for real. Your mom suggested she and sisters go back to the hotel – they were exhausted from traveling, after all – so you could talk to Sy, and without waiting for you to answer, they got up and left. Now ‘leaving’ was a process that took them at least thirty minutes. Thirty minutes in which your mom reassured you several times that she didn’t have a problem with the two of you living together, even if it was soon, and emphasizing how much better it would have been if you’d just told them the truth – as if that advice was going to help you now that the damage was already done. You were also told about twenty times that your mom and aunts really liked Sy, and that you should try your very best to fix this. Somewhere in that half hour between when they said they’d leave, and the moment the front door actually closed behind them, Sy came back home.

“Sy, I can explain…” you started, but he wasn’t having any of that. You’d done plenty of explaining, according to him. And you had to admit he probably had a point there.

“I can fuck you on every available surface in this house, but I can’t hug you in front of your family. That’s great. Thanks.” Right, he was clearly pissed about that too – and also completely within his right to be pissed, if you were completely honest about it. There were tears in your eyes before he even got to the part that made him really mad, and you saw him look away – he couldn’t stand to see you cry.

“Sugar, I wouldn’t’a cared if you’d told your ma that we’d only been livin’ together for a week. But it seemed like a good idea at the time? Makin’ it seem like I’m still lookin’ for a place, like this is a… Sugar, do you see this as a temporary thing?” That was somehow a very unexpected question. Especially the question behind the question.

“Sy, I…” You shook your head. “What are you asking me?”

“Do you think that this will end?”

“I don’t want it to,” you said, your voice almost pleading, as if he was actually saying goodbye to you.

“That’s not what I asked, is it?” he said. “When you think about five years from now, am I there? Are we still together?” You had to admit to yourself that you hadn’t dared think about it.

“Sy, anything could happen, and it’s not up to me, I-“

“Sugar. When you think about your future, am I in it?” His current attitude told you a lot about what his reply to his mom calling him out for ‘living with a woman he had no intention of marrying’ would have been. “Lara, I need an answer.” He sounded sad, defeated, almost.

“Yes,” you said, although your voice was just a whisper, “I do see a future with you.” It was freeing to admit that to yourself, but you knew it was going to take a lot more courage to admit it to the rest of the world.

“Then start actin’ like it, Sugar,” Sy said calmly.

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that-one-weird-fangirl2020 · 2 years ago

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peace | S. Sallow | Chapter Four

Sebastian Sallow x F!OC

Warnings: cursing (if you squint), mentions of death, slightly sexual content by the end.

It must have still been the early hours of the morning when Ariadne woke again. It was the smell of cinders and sandalwood that brought her to reality. She quickly untangled herself from Sebastian and got off the sofa, making her way back to her dorm. Ariadne found Imelda, Grace Pinch-Smedley, Nerida Roberts, and Arista Deadshadow all milling about and getting ready for classes.

It was Imelda who noticed Ariadne walk in, "And where were you?"

The girl walked over to her trunk and opened it, pulling out a clean uniform. A white cotton blouse, a gray skirt, a green Slytherin blazer, and her house robe.

"It's none of your concern," Ariadne answered, shedding off her nightgown and changing into her school uniform.

"You were gone when all of us woke up," Nerida, who was fixing her hair into its normal bun, said.

"My business is my own, again, it's none of your concern." She applied a bit of perfume, undoing the braid she had in her hair, and ran a brush through it before re-braiding it, tossing it over her shoulder.

"Oh come on, Ariadne, I saw you fast asleep in Sebastian Sallow's arms this morning in the common room when I went to use the girl's lavatory," Grace teased earning a half-hearted glare from Ariadne.

"He just helped calm me down after a nightmare. That's all. Nothing else happened. We're just friends." She felt like she was repeating herself. It was getting quite frustrating.

"You fancy him, don't you?" Imelda this time, not much to Ariadne's surprise.

"Why is it any concern of yours if I fancy Sebastian or not?"

"Because it's obvious," Imelda sighed, "it doesn't take a Ravenclaw to figure out that you fancy him."

"How is it obvious?" Ariadne felt her face flush as she faced the wall away from the girls.

"Sleeping in the common room together for one," Arista Deadshadow finally piped up, running a brush through her dark chocolate locks.

She was courting Amit Thakkar. Not only did she have beautiful chocolate hair, but she had tan skin to compliment it and a set of beautiful blue eyes. Arista and Amit certainly had a beautiful courtship from what Ariadne observed.

"Secondly, you and Sallow spent most of fifth year together," Nerida pointed out, "honestly, it wouldn't be a surprise if the two of you started courting."

She rolled her eyes and was done with the conversation. Ariadne grabbed her school bag and left the room, giving all her roommates an obscene gesture. She found Ominis in the common room conversing with a disheveled-looking Sebastian, who was struggling to do his school tie.

"Good morning, boys," Ariadne greeted.

"Oh, good morning, Ariadne," Ominis smiled.

"Ari," Sebastian said, still struggling with his tie.

"Bash, let me fix that for you," The girl chuckled, walking over to the brunette boy and fixing his tie for him.

"Shall we be off to breakfast?" Ominis suggested, taking his wand out and letting it guide him to the Slytherin common room entrance.

"Took the words right out of my mouth, Ominis!" Sebastian exclaimed as he followed his best friend out.

Ariadne lagged behind a little, watching the boys interact as if nothing happened between the two of them. A smile formed on her lips. She watched as they cracked jokes and exchanged smiles themselves.

As she walked behind them, listening to their conversation, Ariadne couldn't help but let her mind wander to the nightmare she had the night before.

She was back. Back at the final repository. Ariadne stood victorious over Ranrok. Her breathing was heavy, having just absorbed Isadora's power. A new sense of power overcame her. A new sense of pride.

She reveled in it, feeling the magic course through her veins. An apparition of Professor Fig appeared.

"Professor, this power! It's incredible. Think of all the things I can to do to help people!" She exclaimed, "How much of this I can use."

Fig's face was grim.

"You have disappointed me, my dear child," He said.

Ariadne froze, "But professor-"

"This power should not be wielded by someone so easily swayed by the dark arts..."

That sentence hit Ariadne hard. How did Fig know she was drawn to the dark arts? He couldn't possibly know what transpired in the scriptorium or the catacombs. She swore to Sebastian, Ominis, and even Anne, that this was between them.

"How-" was all she could say and she sank to her knees. An impossible guilt consuming her.

Fig turned his back to her, "I'm sorry, my child, but I believe I have failed in teaching you. After all, the magic my wife Miriam and George Osric died for, now lies in the hands of someone I fear will be most likely to fall victim to the dark arts."

And with that, Fig was gone. Ariadne dropped her wand. She failed the man she looked to as a father.

"Ariadne?" Sebastian's voice came.

She snapped out of her thoughts to look at the boy next to her, "Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" Ominis asked, who was sitting in front of her, his clouded gaze filled with worry.

"Oh, yes," She lied, "I'm just lost in thought."

Somehow, as she was lost in thought; they ended up at the great hall, and sat at Slytherin's table. She couldn't recall the steps she took to get there, nonetheless grabbed herself a tea cup and made herself some Earl Gray. Ariadne reached for a platter of Raspberry tarts and plucked one from the pile, putting it on her plate.

Sebastian sat next to her, his brown eyes fixed on her. She looked back at him as she took a bite of her tart.

"What?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm just worried about you," He answered, taking Ariadne's hand in his "Do you want to tell me about that nightmare you had last night?"

She shook her head, "Not at the moment. Later perhaps, where there aren't as many prying eyes and eavesdropping ears."

Sebastian nodded and returned to eating his breakfast. Ominis- who sat across from them- had a questioning look on his face but only shook his head and drank from his goblet of pumpkin juice.

The three Slytherins quietly ate their breakfast before heading off to classes. During fifth period in Defense Against The Dark Arts, Professor Hecat had brought out a Boggart cabinet.

"I know what you're all thinking,

Didn't we cover this in third year? Yes. But this does come up on your N.E.W.Ts." Hecat waved her wand and moved all the desks against the wall.

"Now, can anyone recall the spell used to get rid of Boggarts?" She turned to the class.

Ariadne was standing next to Natty and watched as both Sebastian and Coulter's hands went up. She chuckled and turned to her Gryffindor friend.

"This will be interesting," Ariadne whispered.

"Indeed," Natty agreed with a smile and amusement playing on her features.

"Mr. Sallow," Hecat waved to him to answer.

"Riddikulus," Sebastian answered confidently.

"That is correct. Now as you all know, Boggarts turn into the thing you fear the most. And as the spell implies you will turn the thing you fear very most into something funny!"

Ariadne's stomach dropped, and she felt the color drain from her face. They turn into the thing you fear the most?! She thought. Her thoughts ran wild as she started to fiddle with her fingers.

"Line up!" Hecat called.

One by one students lined up. And one by one students fears came to life before them. Natty's was her father, Coulter's was isolation, Amit's was disappointing his parents.

She watched as Sebastian went next. The Boggart shifted and moved before it finally transformed into a casket. An open casket. Ariadne saw Sebastian stiffen at the sight, his hands shaking slightly as he gripped his wand. Inside the casket lay Anne. She lay there pale and unmoving. His twin. Sebastian's worst fear was the death of his sister.

"Riddikulus!" Sebastian cast the spell and Anne's casket turned into a swarm of monarch butterflies.

He stepped back, taking a shaky breath before returning to the back of the class. Ariadne gave him a sympathetic look before returning her gaze to the cabinet that was now in front of her.

She pulled her wand out. It was beautiful, made of fir wood, eleven and three-quarter inches, reasonably supple, with a unicorn hair core. The wood was white and the handle was black with a silver botanical design spiraling around it.

As the boggart shifted and moved around, Ariadne's mind raced again. Her worst fear could be a number of things. Acromantulas to Godric knows what. A shiver went down her spine. And finally it takes form.

What Ariadne stares at is a mirror image of herself. Except this Ariadne wore black leather combat gear, her eyes were an ominous red glow, and a malicious smile graced her lips.

"Oh, Ariadne, dearest," Her doppelganger chuckled, stepping closer, "you're not scared of acromantulas. Despise them? sure. But you aren't afraid of them. You fear me."

Ariadne gulped, "What do you mean by me?"

The doppelganger smiled wickedly starting to circle her. The sound of the leather boots it wore rapped slowly against the floor.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," it continued, "you're afraid of yourself."

A dark laugh made its way to its lips, "Well, more specifically, you're afraid to become the person you so crave to be."

"Lies," Ariadne stated, raising her wand to cast the spell.

"Are they? So, you don't desire to wield the power that Isadora Morganach left in that final repository? The very power that you now hold?"

"You're afraid that it will consume you. You're afraid that you failed Professor Fig by taking the power for yourself. What a true Slytherin you are..."

Ariadne shook her head, feeling tears prick at her eyes, "No, that's not true!"

"Its not?" The doppelganger stopped in front of her, squinting its eyes at her, "or are you afraid that it is true?"

"Riddikulus!"

And the doppelganger- boggart- turned into a niffler. She watched it- shaking- as it rolled around with a gold galleon in it's paws. Ariadne turned on her heels and ran out of the class. She didn't care if it was cowardly of her to do so, she's not in Gryffindor like Natty or Gerrath.

"Ari, wait!"

Sebastian.

Ariadne ignored him as she made her way out the DADA tower and up the stairs to the seventh-floor corridor. She entered her room of requirement, trying not to cry. She saw Deek standing in the middle of the room, taking care of the plants she had growing there since fifth year.

The house elf noticed her and smiled, "Deek was wondering when you'd be back! Deek's been taking care of the room and beasts for you!"

"Thank you, Deek, I appreciate it," Ariadne smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

***

Sebastian had been looking for Ariadne for hours. He searched the library, the great hall, the quidditch pitch, the Undercroft, and Hogsmeade. No such luck. He wanted to make sure she was okay. Apparently, Ariadne had skipped sixth period and hasn't been seen since according to Imelda.

Where the hell is she? He thought to himself.

Sebastian decided to look in the Astronomy tower. She had to be somewhere. As he walked down the seven-floor corridor a door appeared. He furrowed his brows. He knew what the door led to, but only read about it in a few books on Hogwarts.

The Room of Requirement.

Sebastian stepped through the door, where he was met with a room that very much reminded him of the Slytherin common room, but with a purple aesthetic and not green. Several potion stands, herbology plants, and few vivariums. The ambiance of the room was like walking into the Forbidden Forrest in the dead of night.

And there she stood, Alchemy book in one hand and gaze fixated on a boiling cauldron. Ariadne wasn't wearing her house robe and her braided hair was now tossed into a messy bun on top of her head.

"So, this is where you come to hide," Sebastian said, making the girl jump.

She turned to face him, shock is written all over her face. "How did you get in here?"

"I was just looking for you. I've been searching for hours, it's nearly curfew. I was going to look in the Astronomy tower when this door appeared. Is this what I think it is? The room of requirement?"

Ariadne shook her head a sighed deeply, "Yes, and I come here to get away from prying eyes and to focus on my studies."

"That's brilliant actually," Sebastian said as he approached her, "Do you want to talk about what happened in Defense Against The Dark Arts during fifth period?"

He heard a forced laugh come from the girl. She turned to look at him, her green eyes full of something Sebastian could see said 'really you came to ask a dumb question?'

Ariadne sighed and set her Alchemy textbook down, putting the flames out under her cauldron. She motions for him to follow her into one of the vivariums she had, the enormous one in the middle. Sebastian walked inside with her and was met with a beautiful field and an eternal sunset. It was beautiful. He saw a herd of Mooncalves, puffskeins rolling about, jobberknolls flying in the air, and Nifflers running amuck.

He watched as Ariadne picked up a teel colored Niffler and nuzzled her face against it, before pulling it to her chest. She walked over to Sebastian and held it out to him.

"This is Perry," She said, "you want to hold him?"

Sebastian hesitated before taking the little guy in his hands, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

The niffler started to climb his arm and shoulder, snuggling into Sebastian's neck. He chuckled and he took hold of the Niffler and brought it to his chest.

"Little rascal, ain't he?" He chuckled.

"What, him? Never!" Ariadne sarcastically rolled her eyes with a laugh and smile that reached her eyes.

She walked further into the vivarium and took a seat on a nearby boulder. She patted the space next to her and Sebastian obliged, sitting next to her with Perry in hand. Ariadne took a galleon out of her pocket and gave it to the Niffler, who took it without question and shoved the shiny item into his pouch. Sebastian chuckled and scratched Perry's head.

"About Defense Against The Dark Arts," Ariadne started, taking a breath, "it also had to do with the nightmare I had last night."

Sebastian looked at her, he could see uncertainty swimming in her green eyes as she looked ahead of her. His full attention was now on her.

"You already know how much the power I wield scares me. I'm scared it'll consume me." Her gaze shifted to him. "I'm also afraid of the person I'll become if I gave into the power. I know that person isn't someone I want anyone to meet. I don't even want to meet that person."

Sebastian could sense the hesitation in Ariadne's voice. There was something else she wasn't telling him.

"And finally... Something thats been eating away at me since the beginning of summer." She gulped and looked away. She started to play with her fingers.

Sebastian furrowed his brow, "Ariadne, what is it? You can tell me."

"I believe I failed him," She choked out.

"Failed who?"

"Fig. I believe I failed him. He was the closest thing I had to a father since my father died. I let him down when I took that power for myself, and he died disappointed in me. I failed him as not only his student, but as the daughter he never had. I'm afraid that if i use the power Isadora Morganach left in the repository, I will have not only failed him, but the Keepers, the school."

She had tears running down her face at this point. She sniffled and hid her face in her hands. Sebastian put the niffler down and watched it scurry off. He turned back to Ariadne as she quietly sobbed into her palms.

He scooped her up in his arms, bringing her into his lap. She was straddling his waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder for the second time.

"Ari, I didn't know Fig as well as you did, but I can tell you this. You did not fail him. You saved the school and defeated Ranrok in the process. I think he would be proud of the person you are. The Savior of Hogwarts." Sebastian explained, rubbing circles into Ariadne's back.

"I don't feel like the Savior of Hogwarts!" She pulled back to look at him. "I feel like a fucking train wreck. And it's only a matter of time before I go off the bloody rails."

The boy got an idea then, he cupped her face with one hand.

"What if I helped you learn to control this power? So you don't have to be afraid of it?"

"What? Sebastian, I could hurt you or worse... I-I, I'd have to think about it."

Sebastian used his thumb to wipe away her tears, "Don't worry, love, you don't have to give me a definite answer right now."

Ariadne nodded, "Merlin, look at me. I'm a disaster."

"If it helps, I think you still look gorgeous."

"Shut up, no I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Bash..." Ariadne gave him a half-hearted glare.

"What? I'm not lying!" He chuckled, "you've always been gorgeous to me."

"Sebastian..." She looked at him with a serious look.

"Ariadne..." He returned the look, holding her close.

Sebastian watched as Ariadne's eyes flickered to his lips and back up. She bit her lip. He brought his other hand up to cup her face. The look she was giving him was making it very hard to control himself and the way she was straddling him. Godric, he hope she didn't notice his little.... friend.

She surged forward, pressing her lips to his. Sebastian easily returned the gesture like he had all those other times over the summer. Her lips felt soft against his rough ones. His eyes closed, letting out a low moan as Ariadne's fingers woven themselves into his hair, tugging slightly. He glided his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for permission. She obliged and Sebastian slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of Earl Gray and honey.

He pulled away, looking into her eyes, "Shall we take this somewhere else?"

Ariadne nodded and got off his lap, taking Sebastian by the wrist and leading him out of the vivarium. She took him down a corridor in the room of requirement that opened up into another room.

This one also felt like the Slytherin common room with the purple aesthetic and not green. One side was a group of couches and chairs with coffee table in the middle. On the otherside was a small library of sorts and few tables with books and papers scatter on them. And back of the room was a four poster bed with lilac colored pillows and coverlet.

"I use this when I want to get away from people. Don't worry, Deek the house elf shouldn't bother us tonight." Ariadne quickly explained as she stopped a few feet from the bed.

"It's perfect," Sebastian said before capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss.

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