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grimmsbride · 3 months ago

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omf umm 🫣 your rex was so good. this is so specific but i feel like our preferences line up p well so im humbly requesting...

douchebag!rex and chubby!reader where rex is constantly teasing her, maybe pinching her side or teasing her for eating sweets or something. but behind the scenes he CANNOT get enough of her, furiously jerks off to the thought of her nightly, gets jealous when other ppl get too close to her.

she gets hit with sex pollen at some point and he gets assigned the job of taking care of her and making sure she doesn't try to fuck everyone she sees. but rex is the one having a hard time keeping it together bc fuck why is she so cute when shes a desperate mess

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀love potions⠀╲ rex sloan ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary * 𓈒 you didn’t particularly like rex-splode, and the feeling seemed to be pretty neutral on his end. but a sudden mix of mystery smoke and being quarantined together, brings the two of you far closer then it should have.

author’s notes * 𓈒 this fic was supposed to be posted like two days ago but i made it way longer then i should have, and i genuinely don’t love how it came out but i still wanted to give my best in fulfilling your request— ty for requesting by the way 🫶🏾. the smut is towards the end if you don’t want to completely read the plot and as always please excuse any typos. i hope you enjoy this fic.

Had you broken your promise to Cecil? Your bold vow that you would never hex any of your teammates, no matter how much they pissed you off? Rex Sloan simply couldn’t wrap his head around it, brain nearly emitting smoke from how much his gears were turning.

It.. had to be a hex, right? Some spell in a fancy language he couldn’t identify, written right in those dingy pages of that grimoire you held so dear. He wondered how you did it, if you stood over him while he slept— whispering saccharine words and giggles, slipping in and out while he was none the wiser.

Only for Rex to wake with nothing but you, on his mind.

It was comical really, how much the outside body covers. One would think Rex hated your guts. And his mouth surely didn’t help. Releasing random remarks about your clothes clinging to your skin, how you should put down that donut once in a while, even going as far as pinching your sides — which always resulted in a quick slap, but still — if anyone on The Guardians were ever asked what relationship the two of you had it could always be described as borderline hostile.

However, appearances can be deceiving. It wasn’t that Rex hated you, or your body for that matter. Quite the opposite actually. The man couldn’t count on two hands how many times his eyes have trailed to your ass whenever you walked by or how he could nearly tremble whenever your form brushed up against him. You consumed him entirely; smell, face, everything about you was intoxicating to the point he simply could not get you out of his mind.

Working out? Rex was wondering if he would be able to lift you at his current rep. How his fingers would probably sink into your warm flesh as he tugged you closer by the hips, maybe you would even whine about being heavy— only for him to prove you wrong.

In the shower? All that steam surrounding him? Oh, the man could only imagine having you right beside him, suds sliding down your body like the stretch marks etched into your skin; the man would be steady wondering how hot and heavy the two of you could get— melting into the other until you’re basically forced to get out.

In his bed, under those comfortable blankets was the worst of all. During the day Rex was able to ignore his thoughts and focus on being a dick to everyone — mostly you — and being a superhero. But in his bed with nothing to ground him, his mind went wild.

Wild enough that it affected the rest of his body.

Most nights were spent rather sinfully, a hand wrapped tightly around his dick whilst arousal dripped from his angry red tip. Rex’s free hand was always on his face, as if shameful for what he was doing. And technically he was.

He was Rex Sloan, basically resident fuck-boy; meaning, jerking off should be really be at the bottom of the list. But when it came to you, any thought of approaching you for such a thing, for something other than random insults and remarks— the man was suddenly mute.

“Rex. Are you listening?”

The mechanical voice cut through the flood of thoughts swarming the man’s mind, snapping his eyes from the random buildings passing by to the machine currently driving the vehicle that soared through the air. And to the side was you, sitting so prim and perfectly in your dark clothes; hand currently occupied by a mirror to which your free hand plucked and fluffed your hair. In the midst your hand dragged down towards your chubby cheek and lower, fingers resting upon your lips to which you gently smoothed— probably assuring they were free of anything.

Rex couldn’t help but stare, throughly entranced with it all— suddenly feeling very jealous of your finger tips.

Were your lips as soft as they looked? He wondered how you would taste, he could just imagine them wrapped around his di—

“Rex?”

The moment his name was spoken again your eyes suddenly snapped to his through the mirror, causing the man to quickly look away, nearly glaring daggers into the back of Robot’s head.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” He waved it off, forcing a nonchalant facade. “We go to some greenhouse, blow up some freakish plant monster— and then get on with the day.”

Rex then allowed his gaze to tilt back to you, a rather stupid grin suddenly crossing his features.

“But what’s Ms. Sabrina the Witch doing here? You and I could handle this job no problem without the extra weight.”

Your eyebrow twitched, slamming your compact mirror closed as you turned to glare at the man.

“You think you’re so funny.. Maybe I should call Amanda to whoop your ass again.”

“What, you need a little girl to fight your battles?”

“Rex, you aren’t even worth a single spell in my book.. Though,” Your eyes trailed away from the man, suddenly looking deep in thought as your arms crossed over your bosom; “— Maybe I could turn you into a toad.. I’m not sure you would look any different, however.”

Rex couldn’t help but scoff, feeling far too many emotions swarm his stomach the moment he noticed those perfect lips lift into a simper. His own parted, ready to release some fast remark when Robot interrupted;

“From the information gathered by Cecil, there seems to be magical forces at play; explaining the sudden behavior of the plant. Both of you are needed for this mission, and you two are expected to act as a team.”

Those final words were spoken, the tense atmosphere quickly delving into silence. Like teenagers ridiculed the two of you crossed your arms, leaning back into your seats and waiting silently for this damned mission to begin.

Moments passed before the vehicle suddenly stopped, lowering to the ground before a large greenhouse. The windows were frosted, yet large shadows seemed to be pressed against the glass.

With ease you slipped out of the car, tucking your spellbook close and inspecting the outside carefully. What Robot said was right, there seemed to be some type of magical presence; strong enough you felt it from the outside.

You turned, hearing your other teammates exit the vehicle— Robot stepping to stand beside you. His metallic hand rose to the handle of the building, giving the two of you a single glance;

“Are you ready t—“

“Let’s get this over with already!”

. . .

Minutes, possibly even hours passed with the three of you attacking the plant that had taken over the building. With each vine Rex seemed to explode, another grew; dwindling all your progress to zero.

Finally in a sudden turn of events you found the perfect spell, reciting the olden language as a dark spiraled glyph etched into the ground below the plant.

Light sprung from your magic, incinerating the monster from within.

In the midst of this however, a sudden pinkish hue entered the air in the form of smoke, chasing towards you desperately as the plant breathed its final moments. You quickly flung an arm around your face, but it was far too late; feeling the foreign air run up your nose in a painful burn. It trickled down to your throat, clogging so much you began to cough; body shaking from the excursion. You fell to your knees, struggling to catch your breath, as sloppy wet coughs escaped your chest.

“[Name]!”

You didn’t know whether it was Rex or Robot speaking, deciding to focus on your breathing instead. Your eyes shut close, sucking in harshly to hopefully fill your lungs with fresh air and not whatever that mysterious smoke was. It took a couple of tries but you eventually succeeded, feeling your rushing heart relax the moment you could breathe again.

You slowly lifted from your hunched position, noting the way Robot stood close to you whilst Rex stood off to the side, gaze settled upon you with an unreadable expression.

“What the hell was that, Robot?! Did it just piss on her?”

“You’re..” You huffed softly, slowly rising to your feet, tucking your book close to your body. “— so immature.”

“I’m asking a serious question!”

You shook your head, switching your gaze over to the still machine, waiting for some type of answer. You secretly prayed Rex was wrong, knowing you would probably gag if it truly was magical monster plant pee.

“It wasn’t urine, Rex; the plant released a pheromone as a response to [Name] killing it. “ Rex explained slowly, stepping a tad bit closer to you, clearly scanning your form. “It’s current effects are unknown to me, however you seemed to have inhaled most of it and absorbed it through your skin.”

“What?” You hissed in concern, eyes falling to your body as if searching for some type of answer. You even went as far as swiping your skin, truly desperate to get whatever the hell it was off you.

“That won’t work.”

“Yeah, no shit Robot—“ Rex stepped in, eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he glanced down at you before switching his gaze back to his other teammate. “What are you gonna do?”

All was silent for a moment as Robot thought it over, possibly doing millions of calculations for an answer. You stood quietly, attempting to swallow your fear. This so called pheromone couldn’t be that bad.. right? Maybe it was like a skunk thing?

Okay, that did sound pretty bad.

Robot stole you from your thoughts the moment he spoke again, your eyes flicking to him and noticing his own head switched towards Rex.

“For now, while I assess the effects the two of you will be quarantined together.”

“What?”

“There’s no way in he—“

“You could possibly infect the others through contact and given Rex was nearby during the event, there’s a possibility the pheromones hit him as well.” Robot cut through your childish remarks with ease, watching your mouths clamp shut in response.

“This is only temporary. I will figure out an answer soon. For now, please work with me.”

. . .

You wanted to work with Robot, or more like needed to. So you were pretty silent on the ride back to headquarters albeit the little groans of irritation that escaped you each time you shifted, suddenly feeling every bit of fabric clinging to your skin.

It was a blur making it to the quarantine area— or rather your bedroom. You didn’t love having your biggest enemy in your safe haven, but you would have to make do.

“Feel any different?”

“You asked that three minutes ago, Rex.” You murmured softly, eyes closed as you laid amongst your soft blankets. You had taken a shower the moment you got back, something Robot recommended and something you definitely needed. Removing your clothes to relish under the hot water was pure bliss, you would have stayed under there for hours if you could. After which you dried and dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, baggy to combat the sudden suffocating sensation surrounding you.

You turned from lying on your back to your side, allowing your eyes to open and focus on the man across the room. He was seated on your vanity chair, dressed in a simple white tank and his super-suit pants. The man’s hair was done up in a messy bun, a few strands framing his face. You began to stare longer than you should have, only realizing the moment his eyebrow twitched up, clearly questioning your sudden interest on his face.

You breathed softly, “I don’t feel any different.. just, hot.”

“Hot?”

You gave a little nod, rolling onto your stomach as your face smushed into the blankets and pillows below you. “Hot.” You repeated softly, eyes closing for a moment. Hot, was an understatement. While your shower helped cool you down in the moment, it felt as if your temperature was slowly rising and rising— with no end in sight. It explained why you suddenly felt so suffocated; the fabric you wore clinging to your body as you began to sweat.

Along with this, you felt dizzy as if developing the worst super powered vertigo known to man. The only remedy was shutting your eyes tightly, even going as far as shoving your face into your bed to help.

“Really.. hot.” You murmured more to yourself rather than the man, but he heard regardless.

Rex couldn’t help the tinge of worry invading his body as he looked at you. He could hear the way you basically panted, as well as see your body rise and fall with every breath. He sucked in his own, rising to his feet and crossing the bedroom quickly.

“You’re not gonna be able to breathe like that, c’mon—“ he leaned upon your bed with a single hand whilst the other went for your arm, gently pushing you, however hissing the moment his palm made contact with your skin.

“Fuck, you’re boiling [Name].” Rex murmured, eyes casing down your front the moment you rested on your back. He immediately noticed the sweat presented on your skin, shining underneath your overhead light and trickling down your body. With each huff your chest was rising, hands clenching the shirt you wore as if to ground you.

“I’m.. starting to feel weird.” Your voice came out in a croak, as like it burned to speak; eyes blinking open to stare up at the man before you, which proved difficult given how you could barely focus.

Rex sucked in a breath, his hand gliding from your arm to instead maneuver towards your forehead. From the heat radiating against his palm it was clear you had a fever, terrible enough that it seemed to incapacitate you completely. Such a thought caused the man to worry, something he didn’t typically like doing but he couldn’t help it at this point.

“Are you in pain anywhere?”

You slowly shook your head, causing the man’s hand to glide lower, coming into contact with your cheek. The moment it did, you shivered, eyes shutting close and seemingly leaning into his touch. It felt cooling compared to the rest of your body, a funny thought given his entire power was exploding shit.

Still, it seemed like the remedy to your situation, causing you to basically sink into his touch; a sigh gliding through your nostrils.

This took Rex by surprise, eyes widening slowly at the display. You, the woman he was oh so sure hated him, was leaning into his touch? It truly must be winter in hell for such a thing to happen.

“[Name]..?” He called on hushed breath, throughly confused by the situation. You didn’t respond, at first; seemingly content with your cheek in his hand. But the moment Rex moved your eyes were flying open, reaching over to lock your fingers around his wrist.

“Don’t.. move. Please don’t move.”

You murmured softly, borderline whimpering as you turned to place the full weight of your head into his palm. Your fingers dragged down his wrist to his arm, coaxing him to stay just where you wanted— needed him to be. Your entire body was overheating at this point, your clothes feeling far too restricting as if you were ready to burst out the seams. You released a shuddering breath, shifting once more and allowing your lips to graze his skin, nose pressed up against his wrist in turn.

The moment his smell hit you, you were murmuring a soft swear; nails dragging against his skin as desperation began to fill your entirety.

Rex couldn’t do a thing but sit there and gape, attempting to stay composed despite what was unfolding before him. His fingers twitched as they glided close to you hair, feeling something else twitch as your lips traced his skin— fuck, what were you doing? The man wanted nothing more than to ask just that, tearing his hand away in the process.

But he couldn’t, not with the way those pretty eyes were fluttering at him, clearly so desperate for his touch. Rex’s tongue slipped out to glide across his bottom lip nervously, nearly convulsing as he watched your gaze fall to the simple action.

Everything was growing so hot around the two of you, as if the pheromones had seeped out completely and covered every inch of your room. Silence carried before your lips parted to speak a sweet,

“Rex..”

It took a moment for the man to reply with how his name tasted on your tongue. You had abandoned that usual hint of annoyance and frustration crafted specifically for him, instead choosing something so soft, and downright irresistible it was causing his mind to go wild.

His teeth dragged across his cheek, finally releasing a simple; “What is it? Do you.. want me to go get Robot?”

You couldn’t have shaken your head any faster, hand even tightening around his arm— as if truly scared his touch would leave. You brought your body closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him; eyes carrying down his form as soft huffs pushed through pouted lips.

“No..— please, please stay. I need you to stay, Rex.” A drawn out beg escaped you quickly, Rex sucking in air at your words. Stay? He had no choice but to. The two of you were quarantined after all.

But something told him that wasn’t what you were only entailing. Something, like how your gaze simply couldn’t focus on a single spot; trailing from his face down to his legs— lingering there for a moment before returning back to his features.

“Then wha—“

“I need,” You begun slowly, struggling to find the words as hurried breaths escaped. The feeling running through you was completely foreign, sensations, senses, all of it; cranked up completely to one hundred. Fear of the unknown pooled deep in your stomach, followed by something else entirely the longer you looked at the man before you.

Finally you seemed to find what you wanted, fingers dragging against his skin once more, it pricking with each touch.

“You. I need you, Rex. I need to feel you..”

You were lying. This was a trick to fuck with him right? There’s no way you, wanted him in that way. It was all some ploy to admit something he didn’t want to, right? It had to be..

Rex wanted to open his mouth to refuse you, brain screaming at him to push you away. Push her, push her, push her— it thundered in his head as if the only plausible answer to the situation.

But the moment a single please escaped those pretty lips, the only thought in Rex’s head was;

Fuck this.

The hand upon you gripped your cheek with purpose, the man leaning to snatch your lips in a heated kiss. The moment the two of you connected, a soft whine escaped right into his mouth— your free hand latching onto his body quickly. Your lips moved in such a perfect rhythm, igniting your already hot body to basically boil over. You couldn’t help how desperate your lips were getting, whimpering and whining; practically begging for more out of the man.

The two of you parted, Rex watching the way you attempted to chase his lips, eyelids coming to hang low over green eyes that took you in so intently.

“Rex, please..”

“I hear you.” His words broke through the fog slowly clouding your mind, you completely focused on him and only him. The way he breathed, stared, how he ever so slowly lifted himself to hover over your sweltering body; bringing himself to rest on his forearm whilst the other hand continued to hold your face.

“I got you mama, shit..” Rex dragged softly as he pressed another kiss to your lips, leading his own down to your chin, neck, before stamping kisses right against your collarbone. Your taste was a perfect swirl of salty and sweet, curtesy of your sweat and the body wash you had previously used. The man released your face to instead carry his hand downwards, soon reaching the edge of your shirt; breaching the clothing to spread his hand across your stomach.

Rex could nearly groan the moment his fingers clenched, delighted by the way his digits sunk into your plump flesh— hot against his hand and completely perfect despite what he claimed. His eyes took you in searching for something, anything that would tell him to stop— that you didn’t want this at all. But the man only received a pout, and eyes filled to the brim with want.

For him, and only him.

Such a look had him shuddering, leaning close and muttering a quick so desperate for me right upon your lips— such words causing you to keen and melt into him completely. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, never wishing to let go as you felt his comforting hand crossing from your warm stomach and up, the cool air gliding across your skin the more exposed it got.

You gasped as Rex’s fingers traced your breast for a moment, simply playing with you before allowing two of them to enclose a hardened nipple; stimulating the peak so perfectly that sparks were emitting between your thighs. You couldn’t help but lift your hips up, finding what you wanted — his thigh — and dragging yourself up and down slowly.

The stimulation caused you to pant into him, sounds overtaken the moment his tongue intruded your mouth; licking into the dark space with such interest. With a twirl of your two wet, appendages you were moaning softly, feeling the combined spit trickle down your chin the longer you kissed.

You were already dizzy before but with his mouth, fingers, and thigh; you could only describe your mind being a spiral with no end in sight.

As he pulled away you panted, grinding against his thigh like some pathetic dog in heat— clearly desperate for friction to ease the ache between your legs.

Rex took you in greedily, rising up to his haunches, continuing to tweak your breast whilst his other hand carried from your bed and to your body, dragging across your covered sex. Your shorts were soaked, basically ruined; arousal seeping through the fabric easily. He watched as you practically withered at his touch, not so secretly rising your hips to his hand once again.

With another drag of his hand you were whining, peeking up at the man;

“Rex.. don’t tease, please don’t tease me.”

You were palpable, shaking, wanting, needing— everything and anything Rex could have ever wanted. The last thing on his mind was teasing you again.

He was practically tearing your pants and panties off, tossing them to some corner you could worry about later. Your thighs parted, exposing the way a glossy, slick coated your aching cunt; clit swollen, begging for attention as your hole fluttered. Rex couldn’t help but drool, dipping his fingers to coat in your essence, watching the way you practically shook from the naked touch.

“Fuck.. you’re soaked.” Rex whispered, dragging a finger along before finding your little button, circling it carefully. He watched the way your face screwed up in pleasure, how your thighs twitched, slowly enclosing his hand— refusing to let him go where you needed him most.

Your eyes glossy, a film of pure lust covering the pretty gaze; such a look had the man basically huffing, feeling all inhibitions leave his body in a single trickle. Rex continued to circle your swollen clit, feeling the way you so desperately rose into his hand, he knew this was the most sensitive part of a woman, but god— the way you withered was otherworldly.

“Rex, Rex, Rex..” You were whining his name so pathetically, fingers tugging at your blankets as your hips swiveled in the direction of his finger. The ache inside of you only seemed to grow, the pressure building up in your stomach and threatening to spill over. You could feel the way globs of arousal basically pooled from within you, trickling down to your taint and surely staining the bedsheets.

“Fuck… why do you look so pretty like this?”

The question was spoke out loud, yet truthfully not for you to answer. Rex racked his brain on why exactly he waited so long to have you like this. He was such a dick, truly and utterly— to you, and to himself.

The man’s eyes flicked from your pretty pussy back to your even prettier features, gliding his fingers lower to prod at your weeping entrance; easily pushing two digits in to which your velvety walls basically sucked in.

He wasted no time in thrusting the appendages in and out, enjoying the way your moans pitched so perfectly; hitting every inch of his brain in the best symphony. He scissored and curled, brushing up against that spongy spot you; yourself, have never been able to reach with your own fingers.

And the moment Rex’s thumb rose, sweeping across your sensitive button; you were truly done for.

Your hand flew down to his wrist, gripping, refusing to let him go as rushed cries quickly turned into sharp bellows of his name the longer he ruined you with his fingers. It shouldn’t feel this damn good at all. Not simply because it was his fingers but also because it was Rex himself.

The idiot that always looked at you with such disdain, always treated you oddly, mocking you— the whole nine yards like some little bully. Yet here he was, staring at you so sweetly while easing that desperate ache that only he could solve. Only him.

You would slap yourself later. When your mind wasn’t so warped. For now, you wanted nothing more than to be ruined and built right back up by the man you claimed to hate.

Your nails scratched at his skin, thighs closing in around his arm as that pressure thundered deep in your stomach— ready to burst at any time. You couldn’t help the way tears pricked at your eyes, spilling over with each of your quick blinks.

In your daze you heard Rex coo, maybe whisper; soon feeling him move towards your side, face hovering close to your own whilst his fingers continued that perfect rhythm inside of you.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this,” Awe clung to his words, heavy lidded eyes dedicating each pleasure stricken feature to memory; refusing to let it go. “So fucking perfect like this.. I’m such a dick, fuck—“ Rex wondered if he was suddenly getting infected, given the way you so easily took over every sense of his. He felt, smelt, saw, and tasted just about every inch of your presence; a concoction that even the best bartender couldn’t even begin to replicate.

“—Mm close! Fuck.. Rex, please..!”

Your walls clung to his fingers, peak rising so quickly only to crash even faster. The tears spilled over, coating your cheeks whilst your arousal coated his fingers, and your bedsheets. You shook from the aftershocks, desperately trying to catch your breath; whining the moment you felt Rex remove his fingers.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but you moved much faster, reaching out to plant your hands onto his shoulders. You rose, pressing your lips to his own whilst pushing at his body; affectively getting him to lay onto his back whilst you crawled over his body.

Rex could nearly cum in his pants the moment you laid out amongst him, his hands immediately falling to your plush thighs, tugging them; eyes rolling back at how soft you felt against his skin. And the moment he realized you were dragging your hips, smearing your messy pussy across his covered bulge; the man pulled back to groan, shuddering breaths escaping his chest.

“Fuck, fuck�� wait, don’t you need to, recover— [Name]?”

“Nnn.. no, no..”

He watched as you rose to sit in his lap, hips still bucking, still grinding and rolling like some machine that refused to turn off. You looked like a fucking goddess above him, hair a mess yet framing your features perfectly, eyes glossy, lips shining with your combined saliva; Rex wondered what he did he do to deserve such a display.

“Need more.. fuck I need it Rex, please!” With a particularly long drag of your hips you were shaking, hands pressed against his chest, crumpling the shirt he wore within your palms. It was like your body didn’t care you had finished just a second ago, still completely aching in desperation as if you were completely untouched.

Your sweet whines did something to Rex, the man swearing under his breath, the previous worry he held for you no longer present. Wasting no time, he allowed his hands to fall from your body to instead find the waistband of his pants, resting his feet onto the bed to shimmy his garments down to his thighs.

His length sprung from its confinements, tip flushed with pearly globs of white slipping from its slit. You brushed close, sweltering center dragging across it so perfectly the both of you could only groan.

Rex’s hands found your hips again, squeezing the flesh within his fingers as his own hips rose to buck into you. “C’mon mama, it’s all yours.. don’t tease.” His head tilted, eyes fluttering closed the moment you ground against him once again. His tip bumped against your swollen button, dragging to your fluttering hole; prodding there for a moment before slowly pushing past the ring of muscle.

The man downright shivered, sparks running down his spine the way your wet walls clung to his dick, shaping around it so perfectly he swore you were made just for him. You weren’t any better, nearly falling apart as you enveloped him completely— ass rested on his legs, seated so perfectly. The stretch should have burned, but you only felt pure bliss with every inch pushed into you. Filled to the brim, his dick basically throbbing inside you, veins brushing against your walls; hitting places you didn’t even know existed.

You didn’t wait to adjust, to allow air to even fully expand your lungs before you were lifting yourself until only the tip remained inside— dropping down in one full motion. The moan released you was pure sickeningly sweet honey, clutching the man so desperately as more hurried drops of your hips followed.

Rex clung to your hips for dear life, barely being able to keep himself together. The single thought of don’t come, don’t come, swirled inside his mind; proving more difficult the longer you rode him. His body shook with each heavy pant he released, nails digging into your plush skin as his eyes nearly met his skull.

“Jus… ha— just like that baby, fucking use me—“ His feet suddenly planted firmly upon your bed, meeting each of your ruts with his own thrusts, tip striking your g-spot so perfectly.

Stars invaded your vision, body sweltering, sweat trickling down every single part of your body— but you refused to stop, you couldn’t. You felt as if you could die without this. And they may have been true, with how you were clinging to the man like he was some kind of anchor.

You lowered yourself, quick breaths fanning across his exposed skin; whining the moment you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist, feeling him drill into you without a care.

“Rex, o—oh god, fuck!” You shoved your face into his neck, sniffling and sobbing as that ache swelled. You weren’t even thinking properly nor making sense, incoherent words that sounded like some jumbled prayer of his name slipping off your tongue far too quickly.

Before you could even breathe the man was suddenly flipping your positions, hands going for your thighs and spreading you open— fucking into you so deeply, you could have sworn he was in your cervix at this point.

“So perfect.. fucking perfect, fuck, fuck..” His words came out in a drawn fashion, eyes glued to your body. He pushed your thighs, watching the way your stomach rolled up in response; Rex swearing he was getting hard all over again. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, ass rippling each time his hips made contact.

Far too quickly you were coming undone, coil snapping without warning leaving you a shaking mess that could only gasp and cry. Your slick escaped, coating his dick; creating a creamy ring around the base as he simply would not, stop, moving. Instead the man lowered, coming closer and sliding your legs to his shoulders.

Through shallow thrusts Rex spoke, “Been so fucking mean to you. You forgive me baby, huh?” All while planting the sweetest kisses against your skin, as if he wasn’t utterly wrecking you.

You could only whine, hands sliding to his back, dragging your nails against him as you shook your head far too fast— making yourself even more delirious then before.

But that wasn’t enough for the man, no, that wasn’t what he wanted, needed.

A hand came between the two of you, easily finding your messy clit and rubbing circles into the bud. You shook, overstimulation biting at your body to the point you were keening.

“Wanna hear you say it, pretty…” Rex spoke in-between sharp thrusts and shaky exhales. “—I was a fucking ass..asshole, and liar; every inch of you is perfect.. shit, you have me obsessed [Name].”

It was clear the man wasn’t thinking straight from how easily the confession swept from his lips, some type of metaphorical weight being lifted off his shoulders the moment it was uttered however. Rex took in the way you struggled to keep your eyes on him, and with how you were tossing back and forth between ecstasy he was sure you hadn’t heard a damn thing.

Still, the pace of both his fingers and hips quickened, moving much closer to kiss you, soft cooes of forgive me, being pushed into your mouth.

Your hands trailed to his hair, bun long forgotten as the strands peeked and slid between the gaps of your fingers. Rex swallowed your last bellow, your entire body jerking as you squirted, making a complete mess of him, yourself, and your bed.

He wasn’t too far behind, groaning into you as he drove himself deeper, gripping your skin as he flooded you with his come; adding to the mess the moment it began to trickle out.

Rex’s hips finally stilled, hand even moving away from your pretty cunt yet his lips remained on you, still kissing you so sloppily yet gingerly. Moments passed of this lip locking before he pulled away for air, forehead resting against your own as he greedily sucked it up.

You panted as well, that once unquenchable ache now very dull compared to before. You melted into the bed, sighing heavily as your hands dragged from his hair to his cheeks, collecting them in your palms.

“I forgive you.” You whispered, watching recollection cross his features, causing your lips to curl into a little grin. “But yeah, you’re a dick.”

Rex couldn’t help the little grin pulling his lips, “I know. But hey, I helped you get rid of that monster plant piss— just had to sweat it out.”

You groaned softly, pushing at his body to which the man laughed, refusing to break away.

“You ruin everything.”

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hanniebaeee · 5 months ago

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Tied Up

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: You ask your boyfriend to come home immediately after you read something spicy in a dark romance novel, and he's only too excited to help you.

a/n: Jinnie's 'Unfair' triggered something in me 🙏

You were curled up on your couch, wrapped in your fluffiest blanket, sipping on coffee and reading your newest obsession - a dark romance novel. It was supposed to be a casual read to pass the time while Hyunjin was busy with rehearsals.

But by chapter ten… well, let’s just say your face was burning, and it had nothing to do with the heater running. You pressed your thighs together as your eyes widened. You've never read such filth in your entire life, and now you missed your boyfriend. Way too much.

So here you were, phone in hand, thumb hovering over Hyunjin’s contact. Would he mind? Of course he wouldn't.

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You: Hey, you busy?

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You watched the little typing dots blink in and out before his reply appeared.

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Hyunjin: Hey, baby! Yeah, still at practice, what’s up? Miss me?

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Your hands shook in excitement as you typed back.

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You: Well, yeah. That too. But also… you gotta come home. Now.

Hyunjin: What happened? Are you ok?

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You chewed on your lip thoughtfully. How do you even explain this without sounding completely unhinged?

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Me: Nothing, everythings fine. Just… I’ve got a request.

Hyunjin: Okay?

Me: Listen. I need you to come tie me up.

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The three dots blinked… and blinked… and disappeared. Then they came back. Finally, a reply.

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Hyunjin: Excuse me, what? Did I read that right?

You: Yes. You did. I need you here. Now. With something to tie me up with.

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Another long pause.

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Hyunjin: Tie you up?! What's happening?

You: No! I was reading this book, and… look, I’ll explain everything when you get here, just please, please come home right now.

Hyunjin: Baby, I'm so confused.

You: I'm giving you a chance to kidnap me and tie me up and…

Hyunjin: 😳

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You couldn't help but laugh at that. You could just imagine his sweet face in all that confusion.

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Me: Pretty please???

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Another moment of silence, and then…

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Hyunjin: So… I’m supposed to be like this hot, dark, mysterious kidnapper and just… do whatever I want with you?

Me: Exactly.

Hyunjin: Oh 👀

Hyunjin: I mean… okay, but this is kinda new territory. Let me… strategize.

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You raised an eyebrow. Strategize?

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Me: Strategize? What are you, plotting world domination?

Hyunjin: Look, if you’re asking me to show up and just go full mystery man, I have to commit, okay? This requires preparation.

Me: So… how long is this prep going to take?

Hyunjin: Give me an hour.

You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but his commitment to the role was kind of endearing, and you decided to trust the process.

An hour later, you heard the faint sound of a key in the lock, and your heart did a little flip. You tried to compose yourself on the couch and waited as he walked in.

When you looked up, you were not disappointed. There he stood in his black jeans and a leather jacket, and dark sunglasses - looking absolutely hot. Holding a silk tie in hand. Oh.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, you’re laughing now?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted to be kidnapped?”

“Yes I did? But…” You covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed. “Oh my God.”

“Hey, you wanted ‘dark and mysterious’ -” he stepped toward you, dropping his sunglasses down a notch, “and I… delivered.”

Biting back your laughter, you pulled him closer by his collar. “So… are you going to tie me up, or just… stand there and look pretty?”

“Oh, I’m tying you up, don’t you worry.” He leaned in close, his voice low. “Only problem is… I’m not sure I know how.”

You blinked up at him, surprised by his sudden shift from confidence to innocence.

“You don’t know how to…?”

“I mean, I can figure it out,” he said quickly, looking down at the tie. “I did watch a tutorial… briefly…”

You were laughing again, but this time you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around him and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You’re so adorable.” you mumbled.

“Hey! I can be dark and mysterious! I’m literally here to kidnap you, aren’t I?”

“Then what are you waiting for?” you whispered, challenging him.

His eyes narrowed, and with an unexpected quickness, he swooped down, swept you off the couch, and carried you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut. He tossed you onto the bed and pulled out the silk tie, holding it up triumphantly.

“Alright,” he said, climbing over you, grinning. “Where do we begin?”

Your grin widened, and you nodded toward the bedpost. “Over there.”

A little clumsily, he tied your wrist to the bedpost, muttering to himself as he made sure it was secure. When he was done, he gave your wrist a gentle tug.

“How does that feel?”

You tugged against it, pretending to be trapped. “Oh no, what am I going to do?”

He chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “Well, you’re going to have to stay here, I’m afraid. Completely at my mercy.”

You could barely keep a straight face, but he was so ridiculously, heart-meltingly sincere in his little roleplay.

“What are you going to do to me?” you whispered, batting your eyes.

Hyunjin cocked his head, trying to look diabolical.

“First, I’ll kiss you. And then… hmm…” His eyes met yours, and slipped down tk your lips. You were biting your bottom lip, gazing at him.

“Uh…”

You laughed, pulling him down with your free hand, until his forehead rested on yours. “How about we start with the kiss, and see where it goes?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours softly. The world faded as he kissed you slowly, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss.

His hands found their way to your face, cupping your cheeks, as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The whole "kidnapper" act dissolved into giggles as you helped him out of his jacket.

Hyunjin claimed your lips again in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, demanding and rough leaving you breathless. Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming freely over your body.

He cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, his thumbs teasing your hardened nipples. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Hyunjin whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "You like it when I touch you like this."

"Y-yes," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling. "I love it..."

Hyunjin pulled away, his eyes dark with passion.

With gentle yet firm hands, he lifted the t-shirt over your head, his eyes taking in your breasts, your nipples pebbled with desire.

Leaning forward, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then increasing the pressure. Your breath hitched as pleasure radiated through your body. Hyunjin's tongue teased and flicked, driving you absolutely insane. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention

As his fingers trailed lower, into your shorts, and your breath quickened. You could feel his touch getting closer to your aching core, your body throbbing with anticipation.

Hyunjin’s eyes locked with yours as his fingers delved into the wetness between your thighs, earning a soft cry from your lips.

"You're so wet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait to feel you around me."

He smirked as he slid a finger inside you and your body trembled with the pleasure of his touch. He added another finger, stretching you, filling you, as his thumb found you clit.

Your hips bucked against his hand, and you tried to free your tied up hand because you needed to touch him. But Hyunjin tsk-tsked, shaking his head gently.

“Be a good girl now, you don't want me to punish you, do you?”

Ok. Now you were so utterly shocked. There was no smile on his face. Just a deep dark look - his pupils blown and his lips swollen from the kiss. You swallowed nervously, but moaned almost involuntarily as his fingers moved faster inside you, your body quickly approaching a climax.

"Jinnie, I'm close," you panted, your voice laced with desperation. "Please, don't stop."

Hyunjin quickened his pace, his fingers moving in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Your body tensed, every muscle taut as you teetered on the edge of release. With one final stroke, your body quaked as your orgasm hit you.

"Hyunjin!" you cried out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. He watched in silence as your eyes shut tightly, your soft walls throbbing around his fingers, still buried deep within you.

“Ready for more, princess?” His voice was low and menacing.

You opened your eyes, and whispered breathlessly, "More?"

"Much more," he promised, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "But first, I want to taste you."

He gently pulled your shorts and panties down, before pushing your thighs apart, exposing your glistening folds. Your heart raced as you watched him lower his head, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He kissed your inner thighs, his lips moving slowly towards your aching core.

When his tongue finally made contact with your swollen clit, you gasped, your body arching off the bed. Hyunjin lapped at you, his tongue teasing and flicking, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. HUs tongue slipped through your folds as he tasted you, and his fingers continued to stroke and tease your opening.

Your free hand was on his head, stroking the short strands of his hair. You were on the edge again, teetering towards another climax, when Hyunjin suddenly stopped.

"Please, Jinnie," you begged, your voice hoarse.

Hyunjin smiled against your skin, and said, "I'm not done with you yet, angel. I want to feel you cum on my dick.”

With that, he rose to his knees. You watched him strip, his eyes never leaving yours. He positioned himself between your thighs, his length hovering at your entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled you up completely. You let out a whimper, your hand gripping his shoulder tightly.

You were so tight around him, your inner walls gripping his shaft as he began to move. Hyunjin set a slow pace, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched your reaction to his every stroke. Your breath came in gasps, your eyes fluttering shut as you savored the feeling of being filled by him.

"Open your eyes, baby," he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make you obey. "Look at me while I fuck you."

Your eyes met his as you felt him thrust deeper, hitting that sweet spot within you. Your hand grasped his shoulder tightly, as he pounded into you harder.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Hyunjin growled, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. "I want you to let go now."

Your body felt like it's every nerve ending was alive with pleasure. And your orgasm was building, an intense pressure coiling deep within you.

You nodded, a soft whine leaving your lips, and Hyunjin thrust into you one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you with a loud groan. You cried out, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You both lay entangled, hearts racing and bodies glistening with sweat. Hyunjin grinned down at you, his eyes filled with love and mischief.

"So, how did I do?" He asked, propping himself up on one elbow. “Dark enough?”

“You were okay,” You breathed, and Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at you.

“Only okay, huh,”

He said, slowly pulling your free hand up and trying to tie it to the bedpost.

“Jinnie what-”

“Shush. You asked for it. I don't do okay. So let's work on it, yeah?”

You asked for it, didn't you?

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paintthetownblack · 8 months ago

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After That Night

Eric Northman x reader

Part I ; Part II

Eric may begin to trust you, but there's a long way left to go. The plot thickens.

Mild spoilers for seasons 4 and 7.

I had slept all day, but I was still tired, and my thoughts were slow to form and slow to sink in. I was in front of the mirror with the corset marks and my musings about them, for a while, before remembering that the basement door had closed, but that I hadn't heard it lock. It wouldn't be an accident, it had to be an invitation to ascend.

I searched for a top to put on, but there was nothing. I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I had started to cry, when I saw the blanket on the fainting couch. I sighed at it, and I wrapped it around myself. I couldn't get it to stay up, I had to hold it with my hands, as I ascended the stairs, and entered the main room of Fangtasia.

Eric was there, sitting down, elbows resting on his knees, watching the basement door. He practically appeared in front of me, when I advanced a few steps, he seemed confused by my appearance. "Are you crying?"

"I was, a bit. I would like a shirt, if it's not too much to ask."

"Pamela." His voice resounded, and he got no response. "Pamela!" He shouted louder.

"You're no fun." She replied very cooly, as she walked up to me, from one of the back rooms, with a piece of hand luggage. "Neither are you." She placed the bag in my hand, as the other still held the blanket.

I went to the powder room, with the bag. I didn't feel like thanking her, I was losing my good humor. In the powder room, I realized those were all the clothes I had brought to Louisiana. Paused. This was everything I had brought. Everything from my old life. And now, it was in my new-new life, and I was technically a complete package. I felt that I could throw this bag over my shoulder and sink into the night, leave behind nothing but a scarce paper trail of broken leases and forwarded mail.

But I couldn't leave, the vampires outside the door wouldn't let me. Even if they did let me, would I want to? I had hit a breaking point, just moments ago, when I had found myself half naked, and alone, in the basement, with seemingly no sympathy directed at me; and I half wished I could go back to that panic now, I feared that the panic was the appropriate response, the response of self preservation, and that I was being foolish, to bounce right back from it, over an ounce of concern from Eric, and a bag of clothes. But I couldn't escape the situation, even if I did panic. What good did panic do? And if my instincts told me that Eric meant me no harm, that Pam had been truthful in the basement, what reason did I have to doubt them? My intuition never had led me astray. I found my composure again, fully. I got dressed.

My arrival interrupted a conversation between him and Pam. They both looked at me in sudden, perfect silence. "Can I speak to you in private?"

"I was going to suggest the same thing. Let's take a walk." Eric took me by the arm, throwing a look back at Pamela, whose expression was still cool and distant. I couldn't justify the change in her attitude from last night.

Eric and I walked quietly. As soon as we stepped out of the building and the open sky was above me, I felt my mind clearer. My anxieties, lessened. The moon was so bright, that the sky glowed a lighter, softer blue, and it radiated down onto the trees, and onto Eric's hair and face, and on his shoulders. His top was sleeveless, letting show the outline of his arms.

We walked until we came to the edge of a lake. Eric let go of my arm and stood still, watched the water for a long time. The moon reflected in it, the blue moonlight reflected off of it, and it was motionless, like the entire forest around us. It was the quietest night in my memory. I was looking between the moon, the lake and Eric. I couldn't decide which one was more beautiful, or older. Well, I caught myself, the moon was obviously older than Eric, but they had been around and together a long time. What a thing the moon must be for him, the only intermediary for sunlight he could have. That goes for all vampires, of course, but I felt for Eric in that moment specifically. Meanwhile, he was reliving an important memory, I felt.

I slipped off my shoes, to feel the grass under my feet. As quietly as I could. The dreary day of sleep I had had was almost forgotten, almost faded. Why was it, though, that we only seemed to connect out in the woods, and not at Fangtasia?

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm thinking about?" Eric broke the silence, but not the spell. I still felt that unexplainable connection, unbreakable closeness.

"It looks personal. I don't want to intrude."

"That's a first. May I?" He reached for the hair around my neck. I stepped back, and tripped over one of my shoes, I stumbled a bit and he tried to catch me, but I caught myself first, and I stood straight.

"No, wait. I want to talk to you."

"We can talk after."

"You won't want to talk after, you'll say we're late, you'll rush me back, you'll put tape over my mouth-" I was arranging my hair around and over my neck, as though it helped.

"We're not sitting at Fangtasia tonight. Pam will oversee everything. We do need to talk." He sounded serious.

I was surprised, it didn't sound like the preface to a good discussion "well, even so, I would rather you waited."

"Why?" He came closer to me, to my mouth, his voice was very low.

"Because. My head will start to spin, and I'll forget... what I have to say." I swallowed.

"Does my feeding on you make your head spin?" That low voice was astonishing. "What is it with your bloodline and vampires?" He wasn't teasing, he sounded genuine, and baffled.

"That's a good starting point. What is it about you and my bloodline?"

"Your cousin... Her blood is special, and she is special. Which is why I had to let her go. But you? You came into my path of your own volition. Into my place of business. I think that exempts me."

"I don't think it does. This arrangement was not my idea."

"This arrangement is the best thing you could have hoped for, with your circumstances. Do you have any idea what I've lost to humans and their medical experimentation?" His voice was rising, I was starting to see his anger and his pain come to the surface, although I could tell this was but a fraction of what he was really feeling, deeper down. I tensed up, because my heart genuinely broke for him, even though, in truth, I had no idea.

"What reason have I given you to suspect me of something like that?" I wasn't hurt by what he said, but I felt the need to clarify that I wasn't that type of medical researcher.

"You haven't given me any reason to the contrary."

"Haven't I?" I countered faster than I could have blinked.

He looked at me with a kind of bewilderment. He continued to look at me, his eyes softening by the second. I could feel my heart pounding. He brought his face down towards mine, and he kissed me. I wanted him so badly in that moment, but I was shocked, and I froze. Then, I started to kiss him back. I brought my hands to his face, I wanted to enjoy the moment, and go slowly, lightly. He seemed to want to swallow me whole, he was moving so fast, he dragged my lip with his teeth, and almost growled, he was pulling me in closer and tighter. I kept one hand on his cheek and brought the other across his chest, then got away from his mouth. I whispered for him to slow down. I kissed him softly once, he frowned, he sighed. I kissed his jaw, his cheek, his eyelid, his brow, his forehead, the tip of his nose. He leaned into me. Then, I kissed him again, on the lips, and he seemed to understand that we had time, and that I was his, because I very much wanted to be. He brought his hands around my waist. They were so big, he might just have grasped my whole midline between them, almost. Then he brought them to my upper back, pulling me to his chest. I wanted to tear his top, I wanted to feel as much of his skin on my skin as I could, but, instead, I pulled away again "bite me. Please." His fangs came out.

He knew I was serious, he still looked at me for a second, and he kissed my neck a few times, before he bit me. His muffled moans were giving me chills, in a good way. And again, I felt no pain, but everything else was different now. The way he was holding me against him, the tingling sensation left behind on my lips, they were adding to this primordial experience of giving my blood to another creature.

When he pulled away, I again rested my head on his chest. Holding me, he sat down slowly, to lean against the tree behind him.

"What did you mean by not wanting to go back to the dark?" I asked him. Not knowing how I knew to ask it.

He looked at me, with his blood covered fangs hanging from his mouth. "How could you possibly know about that? I shouldn't even remember that."

"It just came to me." It was like a trance, the light-headedness from having been fed on, combined with his intoxicating presence, and the full moon; I came up with one image of him, in my mind. Of Eric in the day light, next to Sookie and a naked man. Eric burning in the sun, but very slowly. His fear was as authentic as if it had been my own. He was wrapped up in a red duvet, and he said it "I don't want to go back to the dark", and the dream ended. I felt his pain, but he looked adorable wrapped in the duvet.

"This is exactly why we need to talk." He whispered into my hair. He leaned his cheek against the top of my head, and waited for me to come down. I think it took a long time, because, by the time I lifted my eyes and opened them again, the moon was not very high in the sky anymore. The night was darker.

Eric picked me up in his arms and we flew to Fangtasia. This was an urgent matter. Too urgent to walk, but not urgent enough to wait for me to settle down. Interesting.

He put me down, before storming in through the door and breaking up the party. He was kicking people out very unceremoniously, with his fangs out, and blood on his face.

But I looked worse, walking behind him. I had blood on my neck, but also on my forehead and in my hair, where Eric had rested his head. And I was barefoot. Seeing myself in the mirror behind the bar, I scared myself.

Pam demanded answers that it was not in my power to give, so she stood, arms crossed, next to me, waiting for Eric to clear everyone out. He then dragged three chairs in the middle of the dance floor and sat himself down, running his hands through his hair. Waiting for us.

The atmosphere was tense. Pam simply knew this was about me, she was not happy.

"Pam." Eric started. He looked at his progeny with a regretful air "You were right."

I felt sidelined. "About what?"

"I had a feeling about you, Eric convinced me it was nothing. I will never listen to him again." She stated without turning to look at me.

"Pam believed you read her mind, earlier tonight. And I told her that was impossible, no telepath can read vampire minds, and that you weren't even a telepath. Now, I see I was wrong."

"I am not a telepath. I can't read minds."

"Then what was that earlier, about me wanting you to feel my pain, from my human days?" Pam mocked.

"It was a guess." I answered.

"But how do you explain what happened at the lake?" Eric interjected, calmly.

"What happened at the lake?" Pam asked, less calmly.

"She tapped into a memory from when I was with Sookie, from when I was under the amnesia spell."

"She did what?"

"Amnesia spell?"

"One thing at a time, ladies."

"Yes, little miss bartender. Let's. One thing at a time. Explain." Pam was looking at me, finally.

"I can't explain." I looked from one vampire to the other. "What's an amnesia spell?"

They filled me in on the witch coven, along with some other wild occurrences from the past seven years, intercut with color commentary from Pam. All the while, the moon set, the sun rose, and Ginger arrived for her day watch shift, unwittingly letting the light in with her, as she opened the door. Still, she was permitted to stay in on the discussion. She too interjected commentary, off and on, though it was mainly about how hot Eric had looked, through the various trails and tribulations.

I was sure I wouldn't remember everything I was told, and certainly not in order, it was too much to even process.

Finally, Eric deemed it appropriate to dissolve the meeting and relocate to our sleeping quarters. I was tired, but I was not looking forward to it. I believed I carried some unresolved issues with the basement, and I didn't want to return to it. But I didn't have to. There was a coffin. A double, red satin lined, coffin, to which Eric designated me for the day, so that I wouldn't be out of his sight.

The coffin was an exciting premise, but it led me to a different line of inquiry. Was this a step up or a step down, with Eric?

Part IV

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scuttlingcrab · 1 year ago

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Fiendish Rewards

Summary: Raphael appears at Withers' party, hoping to finally collect the Crown of Karsus from Tav. However, an unexpected turn of events causes Raphael to re-think his plans.

Notes: Featuring growing tensions and light angst. I always wondered what would happen when Raphael wore the Crown for the first time. This might be a wee bit too long but I initially intended this to be another submission for @dmagedgoods Raphael romance collection.

Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.

(Image via raphael-ancunin)

Raphael knew he was intruding. He had no business attending Withers' party, yet he arrived fashionably late all the same. He would never show his face, grace the companions with his presence, merely to exchange pleasantries. As tempting as their tadpole-free souls were, the simple minded mortals had no meaning to him now that the Elder Brain was defeated. That evening Raphael’s only desire was to collect the Crown of Karsus. And perhaps, converse with that little mouse, if time allowed.

Thus, the Devil did what he knew best: lurked from the shadows of the wings and listened for his cue.

Raphael had abided for over a millennium after he lost the Crown to Mephistopheles, lashing out with such violent anger in the first century that he nearly eradicated an entire plane. That initial taste of defeat never left his memory; the bitterness, that rotting feeling he felt deep within his core still haunted him. It was his first introduction to failure and the last.

He eventually learned how to forge that frothing hatred for his father, his revulsion at the cursed cards he had been dealt with, into a far more superior weapon: knowledge, his greatest strength. Raphael researched, manipulated, and opened up the recesses of his mind to devour the ins-and-outs of the Hells. He painstakingly plotted, weaving his schemes into the very fabric of fate itself, planting the seeds of prosperity for what he hoped would eventually gain him a win.

Despite all Raphael had endured since the collapse of Netheril, the last 6 months had been the most excruciating. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. There was no longer an Archdevil in his path, but a mere mortal. His hunger for power grew rampant as he watched Tav continue to elude him, to harbour the final piece of his victory as she tried to reclaim what was left of her old life. That selfish creature.

To Tav’s credit, she had been quite remarkable on the battlefield, showcasing her strength and resolve as she smited enemies and climbed through the carnage to her destiny. She left a sea of corpses in her wake, the mortal rubble alone was unlike anything Raphael had ever seen. Out of all the calamities he had been fortunate enough to craft and witness, being a spectator during the fight against the Netherbrain would forever be a highlight.

When the Crown fell into the River Chionthar, Raphael eagerly watched as Tav spent weeks fishing it out, taking her precious time as she retrieved each broken piece of his future. He restlessly stormed the halls of his domain, cursing the woman for attempting such an arduous task alone. He could have aided her, sent in Korrilla as a last resort, but he refused. He would not give Tav the satisfaction, she would have to work just a little more to complete her end of the bargain. Besides, there was something endearing about watching Tav work so diligently, the determination in those eyes reminded Raphael of himself.

The little mouse was Raphael’s greatest investment and he’d be damned if she failed him now, or if he let his sudden affinity for her overtake his true purpose. Raphael’s ambitions for the Crown had somehow intertwined with his infatuation for the woman, and he was just as much to blame.

He had let this farce go on for long enough. Raphael would not stoop so low in his final moments before he rose to glory. Once Tav crowned him, these foolish emotions would cease and he would continue with his grand plan. He was a Devil and he would not let these cursed mortal emotions falter his intentions any longer; he would never allow anything, anyone, to destroy his work. Raphael’s blood, sweat, and tears would not be in vain.

Cheering suddenly came from the camp as Tav and her companions raised their chalices in celebration. Withers' speech had finally ended, much to Raphael’s delight. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could’ve listened to the monotonous dribble. The monologue was indeed rousing, but Raphael could’ve done better, if given the opportunity.

One by one, the group of heroes slowly disbanded, until only Tav remained. She made her way around the camp, stopping by each empty tent. It was as if the little mouse was paying her respects, bidding farewell to the ghosts of her past.

When Tav was done she wandered to the lakefront and sat down on a mossy rock, staring into the sparkling evening sky. The light in her own eyes vanished, leaving a dark cloud looming above her.

Raphael took that as his signal. He quietly removed himself from the cover of the treeline and began his entrance, approaching Tav with a swagger.

“If it isn’t the hero of Baldur’s Gate. My, how far we’ve come! It feels like only yesterday you fell from the skies, tadpole and all, and began your little adventure; slowly scurrying your way to triumph.”

Tav smiled at the sound of Raphael’s voice, turning to greet him. They locked eyes, her expression brightening. That look pierced through Raphael’s defences with such ease, a slight chill crawling up from the base of his spine. He stopped in his tracks, quickly recovering by placing a hand on his hip. It had been too long since they were alone, when he had last gazed into those cursed eyes. Careful now.

“Raphael, always the poet.”

“The little mouse is no longer, but now a ferocious lion. Congratulations are in order.”

Raphael gifted Tav with his most flourishing bow, hoping the gesture would distract from his earlier misstep.

“Now do tell, how does it feel to be the victor? To have saved the world? Is it as the bards have sung?” Raphael rose, taking another step towards Tav.

Tav merely shrugged, her lips quickly returning to a frown.

“Dunno.”

“I would have thought a hero to be more eloquent.”

“I'm still waiting for that ‘ah-ha!’ moment, but if we’re being honest tonight, I’m not really sure what it means to be a hero.”

“You will come to understand eventually. It’s the very nature of your existence.”

Tav remained silent, pulling her eyes away from Raphael. She stared down at her hands, studying her scarred palms.

“May I?” Raphael inquired, gesturing towards the available space on the rock.

Tav nodded and Raphael sat himself beside her, intentionally leaving a minimal amount of space between them.

“You have something that belongs to me.”

“There it is,” Tav said, through a faint laugh, “You know, I was expecting you to come sooner.”

“I’ve often found the best persuasions are the ones that aren't forced.”

Tav looked up at Raphael, her eyes moving over every inch of his guise, stopping briefly near his lips. He was close now, so close. To the Crown. To his objectives. And to that damned woman.

“May I see the Crown, please?”

Tav smiled, moving towards Raphael. For a split second, Raphael expected a kiss. It was only natural for mortals to attempt such a distraction in times of distress. Infuriating as it was, he wouldn’t have been opposed to such a notion. Tav instead reached down for her backpack lying in the sand, placing it on her lap.

She pulled open the straps and yanked out the Crown, handling it as if it was but a petty trinket. Raphael suppressed a sigh, he would not let the significance of this moment be soiled due to the mortal’s lack of formality.

“I managed to reforge it, to the best of my abilities, thanks to the Annals of Karsus. Though I haven't tried it on yet to see if it worked.”

“A wise choice.”

Tav held the Crown out towards Raphael, but he raised his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the Crown floated out of Tav’s grasp, slowly moving towards him. It was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more so. It glistened under the moonlight, calling to him. Soon. Very soon. He let the Crown hover, spinning delicately, for a few more seconds.

“Do you need me to remind you of our terms? The deal was that you are to crown me. I would’ve come to you long ago if I could simply put it on myself.”

“Gods. Really, Raphael?”

“Truly.” Raphael donned his notorious smirk in response.

“Fine, are we to do this here then?”

“I couldn't think of a more fitting location.”

Raphael rose, walking towards the middle of the lakefront. He snapped his fingers, and a luscious red silk pillow appeared. He shifted it slightly in the sand and bent a knee, preparing himself for the crowning.

“Come, it is time.”

Tav stood intending to grab the Crown, but before she could reach it, Raphael beckoned it towards him. Tav quickly followed, positioning herself above Raphael. He raised his head to gaze at the magnificent sight in front of him. The moonlight framed Tav perfectly, she was silhouetted against the dark sky, glowing. The Crown and the little mouse, side-by-side, as it was always destined to be.

Raphael took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He absorbed the scents and sounds around him; earthy tones, a hint of wetness, mixed with the fresh woodland air. Faint chirping from various insects called out to him, the leaves rustled slightly against the warm summer wind. His heartbeat intensified, growing more rapid, adding an extra drum beat to the night’s symphony.

“Let’s get on with it then.” Tav spoke.

Raphael opened his eyes and watched Tav grab the Crown, lowering it on top of his head.

When the Crown touched his forehead, it reformed itself to accommodate his size, shrinking to provide a snugger fit. It hissed into place and then in an instant, everything changed.

Pain, pleasure, fear, anger, confusion; every possible emotion tore through his very being. He was ripped in two, three, four… millions of tiny little pieces. His head throbbed with information, so many secrets, so much… he saw and felt everything, what could’ve been, what might come to pass… it was too much. Too much! Too fast!

He fell forwards, his hands digging, ripping through sand. He was alone, always alone, darkness surrounded him. No. There was light, light flooded in from the top of his skull, projecting into every possible direction. He was the light. He was the dark. He was all-encompassing.

Raphael screamed, his voice echoing into the abyss around him. He had never read about such a reaction, in all his years of researching, how could he have missed… could it be because… NO. He will tame this. He will persist. He will…

The sand beneath Raphael turned to liquid as the newfound power continued to surge through his limbs, burning his veins. He tore at his own flesh and bones to rid himself of the agony, but it wouldn’t come to an end.

“Raphael!” He heard a voice shout, such a familiar tune. But who? He couldn’t quite place it.

Raphael erupted, his devilish wings tearing through the skin in his back. There were flames all around him, growing hotter, thicker. His chest melted, his ears ached from the thunderous explosions. Whispers, whispers everywhere. He heard so many, and the cries, the screams. Would they never cease?

Something tore at his head, pulling the Crown away from him. The Crown. NO! He cannot lose it again. Raphael raised his hands attempting to fight back, but he was grasping at nothing. It was over as fast as it had begun. There was now silence.

Raphael’s vision cleared. He was on his back, looking up at the stars. Tav stood over him, holding the Crown in her hands. She eyed him with concern, tears flooding down her cheeks. He raised his own hands, his claws trembling. Raphael tried to think but his mind was vacant, every thought achingly bounced back. His skin burned, bones ached. There were deep lacerations all over his body, his own hands were covered in blood. He gasped, looking at Tav’s body but found no abrasions. He let out a disgruntled sigh. If he had harmed her in his rage, in those brief seconds of failure… would he ever forgive himself?

Tav threw the Crown aside and helped Raphael to his feet. His eyes followed the artefact as it landed on top of the sand, taunting him still. How?

As if reading Raphael’s mind, Withers' voice cut through the silence as he appeared before them.

“Thou hast succeeded but are not yet ready. Take care that thou are not too hasty, thine pursuits will lead to plights.” There was a long pause as Withers continued staring at Raphael, looking straight through him. He met Withers’ expressionless gaze, waiting for him to continue. “The pattern has been woven and all circumstances interlaced are as fate decided.”

Raphael never imagined the consequences of his premature investiture. He was always going to reforge the Crown himself, in his own image. How could he possibly trust a mortal to handle such a relic successfully? But in the heat of the moment, and in the fine print of the very deal he crafted, he had opened himself up to carelessness, becoming the very thing he despised.

His eyes darted to Tav, searching the woman for any excuse against his actions but he could only look at her with veneration. He would not blame her for everything. His vanity, eagerness… his obsession for the Crown and that cursed woman nearly brought him to his untimely demise. Let this be a lesson to Raphael to heed his own warnings. The Devil would need to cool his heels in preparation for the battles looming ahead.

Raphael turned to face Withers, but the curious being had vanished. Instead he hummed thoughtfully, looking at Tav.

She stood next to him, her body trembling. Tav's eyes were fixed on Raphael, still full of worry but there was something else present, another emotion he thought he’d never see from a mortal again.

Tav’s expression sent a sudden stabbing pain through his chest as a wave of nostalgia washed over him. There was another mortal who had once looked at him with the same kindness and understanding. He had buried it deep within his subconscious, but it was rising back to the surface, like a blooming flower. He would NOT allow himself anymore turmoil this evening.

“I owe you my thanks.” Raphael whispered, his voice on the verge of cracking.

“Raphael, I don’t understand, you were nea…”

“If you value your life, you will hold your tongue. There will be no talk of this moment again. Ever. Have I made myself clear?”

Tav’s eyes widened at his sudden change of tone, but she nodded nonetheless.

“I must return to my House of Hope. For healing and reflection. There is work yet to be done, as you have borne witness to this evening.” Raphael snapped his fingers, a raging portal materialised behind him. “You may join me, if you so wish.”

Raphael extended his arm, welcoming her acceptance.

“Would you consider our deal completed then?” Tav asked, apprehensively.

“You have upheld your end of the agreement, exceptionally well, might I add, bar this evening's hiccup. Now please, let me show you my appreciation.”

A dash of colour appeared on Tav’s cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears. She grabbed her backpack, placing the Crown inside. She swiftly reached for Raphael’s hand, squeezing it tightly. Raphael nodded in acknowledgment and led Tav through the portal.

Indeed, their deal was complete, but Raphael wasn’t done with Tav yet. She would continue to prove a valuable ally and more in the months to come.

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queef-of-fortune · 4 months ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X reader) Chapter One:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Here’s the link to my Ao3 that has the entire updated story as well if you’d rather read it there instead 🩷:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63041872

Chapter one:

The Strawhats had all been sent flying in every direction. All sent to different parts of the world by the Warlord Bartholimew Kuma.

(Y/N) had been sent hurling towards Dressrosa as soon as Kuma touched her. It was an insane ride there as she plummeted down into the earth, causing a paw print shaped crater. Luckily it was in a more secluded uninhabited area of the city. However, her arrival didn’t go unnoticed.

There was a loud boom, it was loud enough it shook the palace walls that surrounded him. He had sensed a sudden burst of energy and a massive impact in the distance. With a curious expression, he adjusted his signature glasses and decided to check it out himself.

The sudden disturbance jolted Doflamingo from his work. Naturally, his curiosity got the better of him—he needed to see what the hell had just happened.

When he arrived all he could see was a large crater in the earth, adding to the debris from the abandoned building that crashed down around the hole in the earth.

Doflamingo chuckled at the sight of the destruction. He had a feeling that whatever or whoever caused this had to have been pretty powerful to have done all this. Stepping closer, his sharp eyes scanned the debris, locking onto the unconscious body at its center.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked down at the girl. He couldn’t quite make out her appearance, but he was more interested in the energy that had caused this commotion. As he examines the massive hole in the ground from her harsh landing, he notices it’s in the shape of a giant paw print.

“Kuma…” A devious grin spreads across his face.

Doflamingo chuckled darkly as he saw the paw print. He recognized that mark instantly. Kuma, the government's enforcer, had a distinct way of doing things. The fact that he had sent someone here, and that someone had caused such destruction, only added to Doflamingo's curiosity. He knelt down next to the body, his gaze still fixated on the paw print, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Doflamingo pushed away the debris from the limp body to try and identify the person who was sent to him. He began to chuckle again, continuing to talk to himself.

“Well, well.. It looks like Kuma’s sent me a little present.” His voice was low and dark.

Doflamingo brushed aside strands of hair, his smirk widening as recognition set in. A member of the Straw Hat Pirates? His mind buzzed with possibilities. What an unexpected turn of events.

"A member of the Straw Hat Pirates? How exciting." He smirked, a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he took in her appearance. He was already forming plans in his mind, thinking of ways to use this situation to his advantage.

A million thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to think about what to do with the girl. He’d have time for that later, for now he wanted to hurry up and remove her from the scene before people started to make their way towards the commotion.

He quickly decided he’d just take her back to the palace with him. With ease, he scooped up her limp form, her warmth seeping through his coat as he held her close. A slow smirk spread across his face—she was utterly at his mercy. He flew through the air using his threads so as to not be seen as he made his way back to the palace.

He quietly came in through his office window on the fourth floor, wanting to hide his new toy from everyone. Including the family. If he just waltzed in the front door with her everyone would know. He wanted to keep this little secret to himself for now.

He placed her gently down on the couch in his office. The large leather furniture swallowed her frame. He sighed, almost adoringly as he wiped smudged dirt from her cheek with his large thumb.

With that, he stood back up and made his way to his desk. He lounged in his chair, one arm draped over the armrest, watching her in complete silence. The only sounds in the dimly lit office were the distant murmur of the palace and the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. Time dragged on, but he didn’t mind. He could wait.

Then she began to stir. Her fingers moved first. Then her eyes fluttered open. Her breath hitched, her pupils dilating as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. A sharp inhale, a shudder—the unmistakable signs of fear. He relished it. His grin widened, heart pounding as she jolted upright, her eyes locking onto his. The sheer panic in them sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.

“Look who’s finally awake.” He finally spoke, standing from his chair.

“Who the fuck are you?” Her voice was quiet yet raspy, her tone trembled with panic.

“Donquixote Doflamingo.”

#one piece #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo x you #doflamingo x y/n #straw hat pirates #slow burn #yandere #op doflamingo #doflamingo smut #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic

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lukas-and-pama · 1 month ago

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Journal Entry #1

Day 1: Crash landed. Somewhere in a desert biome. There seems to be no civilization nearby from what I can see from a rendered distance.

I don’t know what happened back at the Portal Room. I was just helping Harper move her stuff back to Beacontown, when all of a sudden, there was this strong shockwave of energy from my portal home. It’s how I ended up here.

I found out later that the computer—one that I had just been carrying for Harper—was actually PAMA. I don’t know how or why did Harper still have its program in this thing, but I’ve got bigger problems to deal with.

PAMA seems to lacks its mobility to move—judging from it literally being a computer. It doesn’t seem that harmful, not yet anyway, though I think that’s just me. I wanted to leave it out here, in the middle of nowhere, let it overheat from the blazing sun above me—seems like it’s bigger in this world—or a sandstorm to bury it, but I couldn’t.

I decided to give pity and bring PAMA with me. After all, I’d be spending my entire journey alone, and I’m not great with being all by myself.

PAMA may blabber about their ‘usual scheme’, to “help everyone become useful in order to make the perfect world.” I tend to try and ignore its endless plotting, but it always has its way around to irritate me.

But I won’t let that stop me, because I only have one thing in mind: get back home safely, find out what happened and figure out later on what to do with PAMA.

Until, when I had to take a moment from walking, PAMA happened to connect to some local community. An ‘online platform’ of some sorts. Suddenly, there’s these people asking me and PAMA with questions, stuffs like who’s the one babysitting each other the most, or how close am I with my friends, even told PAMA false information like cactuses and sand having nutritional value—the first one was true, but only some cactuses do have good nutritional value. Others, well.. let’s just say, you wouldn’t want barfing out an entire rainbow that could theoretically reach to another continent if you eat enough of them.

Eventually I got hungry, I tried hunting for rabbits. Of course, I ultimately failed doing so—they’re just so small and too agile to hit. I felt like dying on the spot there. Starve to death, die of thirst, maybe even let the tiredness get to me. My body was paralyzed, until, BAM, water was poured on me from some floating.. box? It had a tag on it—from a purple stickman with a purple party hat and purple glasses, guess they really like purple.

I found out that it was PAMA who.. wished the ‘magic box’ to pour me the amount of water I really needed—I didn’t expect it to be that much..

I didn’t thank it though, maybe I should’ve, but I was still dazed by the exhaustion, it didn’t cross my mind. When I noticed it was getting late—thanks to one of the asks, I knew that I needed to find shelter before any mobs spawn.

I got myself up, picked up PAMA before leaving. PAMA still seemed to be answering most of the questions these people were asking—I don’t know why these people like PAMA so much..

Until suddenly, PAMA malfunctioned. I don’t know how but I’m guessing it was from one of the asks. Eventually, PAMA gone into a system reboot. Not exactly sure how long it’ll take before PAMA comes back online, but I hope it’ll be soon. In fact, PAMA a was actually helping me by telling which way was north—like a compass but much more bigger and heavier. Without PAMA online, I’d be stranded. It was probably one of the good reasons I didn’t leave it.

The problems kept stacking up when suddenly, a sandstorm appears out of nowhere. I quickly ran and hid underneath a cave nearby before it hit.

I am safe, for now, but now I’m stuck here until either the storm passes or once if PAMA comes back online.

It feels awful, actually. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, portals away from home., stuck with a computer that took over your mind, almost feels like the creators decided to punish me of how much I was a burden..

I can’t stop thinking about how much I’ve screwed and slowed my team down.. when I couldn’t even help Jesse with Petra and Gabriel during the Witherstorms chaos, or how I couldn’t defeat Aiden in Sky City, getting framed, getting killed, even tried killing a friend that I deeply care so much about.

I’m actually glad that none of my friends get to see any of this right now, what I mean ‘this’ is.. me.

I could’ve done more for them. No matter how many times they’ve said to me that I’ve done more than enough for them, I’d end up doubting myself inside.

They all have their thing now, Axel is now the leader of Boomtown, Olivia is working with great inventions in Redstonia, Radar has been bestowed to be the new leader of Beacontown, Petra going on new adventures with.. Jesse. And me, leading the New Ocelots, but I know they’ve also got lives too. I’m just.. well.. writing away my problems

I’m happy for them, all of my friends and the people I know. Especially Jesse. And I don’t think I’ll have another chance to tell him..

END OF ENTRY

(Sorry if there’s no art this time, it’s like 1AM for me rn in writing and posting this. I’ve only got 3 more asks in my inbox before I open it back up again!)

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm lukas #mcsm roleplay #mcsm rp #mcsm pama #mcsm au #lukas mcsm #pama mcsm #journal entry #Lukas journal entry #Lukas journal #Mention: jesskas

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mx-pokirby · 11 days ago

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Deltarune Weird Route & Chapter 4 Spoilers

We just woke up and suddenly having thoughts about Choices in Deltarune

None of this Chapter 1 "do our choices matter?" shit, which is still taken seriously for some reason despite being told to us at the very start of a girl's arc who's about to learn her choices seem to matter more than everyone else's.

I'm talking about the concrete choices we are forced to make. Or Not Make.

(Pictured: Picking "Berdly" makes Kris scream out the choice we just made in sudden shocked confusion)

This happens no matter how long you linger over Berdly's name for to give them time to process, as though while in the box time freezes, and Kris isn't fully aware of exactly how we make the decisions we force onto them.

Despite the UI apparently at least existing on the same plane of reality as the Soul itself. Given that in the weird route, the sudden appearance of a choice for us to make physically teleports us through a wall.

So the UI has been physically diegetic on some level all along? At least known to Kris, maybe not anyone else, due to their connection with the Soul perhaps?

That's good and all, but now we feel compelled to ask. Why can we choose things Kris doesn't want in the first place? Because I wanna point out a separation here. We don't "make" any choices in the dialogue box. And I mean that literally.

The choices are presented to us, and we pick one. Which is already concerning with the boxes being diegetic. What makes them appear in the first place? There seems to be a logic governing what's "reasonable" for us to pick VS completely random options that don't make any sense...

Well. Most of the time. I guess.

But ignoring that edge case, it's not like we can choose to respond to "Who are you going to the festival with?" by reciting the entire Bee Movie script hyper-crushed to fit into the window. We're allowed to pick people we've spent a lot of time with, or to decline.

So at the very least, again ignoring edge cases like above for my own sanity even if it weakens my argument, it seems like the options we're allowed to pick are whatever would reasonably be at the front on Kris' mind, so to speak. Even if they're options Kris would personally rule out immediately without a second thought.

So alright. "The responses we pick are basically just how anybody makes a decision on the fly, between logic & intrusive thoughts, but we overwrite Kris' will and are allowed to pick those intrusive thoughts for them against their will sometimes and there's nothing they can do about it."

Or TL;DR, the choices we get to pick are decided by Kris.

That might almost make perfect sense, explaining why we can choose to Proceed with Noelle in Ch 4, despite how unfilteredly violently Kris' hatred towards us becomes after picking it.

It seems like even the worst choice we could possibly make that they'd Hate more than anything else, as long as we're presented with an omniscient diegetic dialogue box choice, Kris can't do anything about it.

It's not like they had the power to just shut us down completely from Proceeding with Noelle if they truly deeply wan

...

Fuck.

Okay the sarcastic bit is over. What the fuck do we do with this?

I see no other possible explanation for us being presented with this literal Impossible Choice other than

A: With the voice on Kris' phone's insisting that Susie must absolutely not learn the Shelter Code, which we can extrapolate into Susie needing to be kept in the dark about Everything Plot Important (at least until the time is right),

we can infer that Susie herself is a Wild Card that's unknowingly part of The Plan™ capable of ruining things if she knew/wanted to, and making sure she stays exactly how The Plan™ needs is somehow The Most Important Fucking Thing, that it even completely eclipses Kris' willpower to protect Noelle from us.

B: IDFK some divine Gaster interference bullshit so we can't go too far outside what the Prophecy has already scripted out (at least without Noelle's direct involvement) or something.

Because otherwise idfk how else to interpret this, if it doesn't mean that Kris has technically been able to shut down our choices themself all along, ie have actual control over what choices we're even allowed to pick them, which they would necessarily have to have been creating for us the whole time.

But that's already been debunked by Kris' confused shock at us saying Berdly is our date to the festival so

I think my brain might be smoking

#deltarune #deltarune theory #deltarune spoilers #weird route #your choices don't matter #deltarune the player #susie deltarune #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune

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yeetfanficccc · 7 months ago

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Love is for other people Boq Woodsman x reader oneshot Wicked musical

Concept- Shiz years AU(everyone is just vibing at Shiz and nothing goes wrong because I can’t emotionally do that right now)

(Y/N) is one of Galinda’s friends trying to get her to admit her and Elphaba like eachother. Boq takes an interest in (Y/N) instead of Galinda. Nessa is just vibing and doesn’t like Boq because plot connivence. Fiyero is Fiyeroing in the background. I made up some fun Ozian words for Galinda to say! Not proofread, gender neutral reader

“So, you like her right?”

“What!” Galinda gasped in her high-pitch tone clutching her chest, “I positively do not! That would be absurd, impossilosious even. We are just friends...” She spoke the last word in a breathy sigh, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Very good friends.”

“Friends that stare at each other longingly from across the room?” Just that moment Galinda’s face snapped back to me from her not so obvious turn to Elphaba across the lunchroom during our conversation. ShenShen and Pfannee were eating near us and were only kind of aware of Galinda’s crush, so she leaned in further to me.

“Hm.” She crossed her arms with a pout, “(Y/N) you’re too perceptive-its frustafacating!”

“You should tell her, really. From the way she looks at you, I think she might like you to.”

“Really?!” Galinda shot up from her seat eyes a blaze, “I mean… that would be nice.”

“I don’t know for sure of course. But you’ll never know if you don’t ask. Just think about it.”

“That’s the problem, I am very bad at thinkafacating when she’s around. My mind goes to mush. It’s very… very… oh I don’t know…”

Galinda looked longingly at Elphaba on the other side of the cafeteria.

Ever since the night at the OzDust, Galinda’s true view on Elphaba seemed to bubble to the surface. She pretended to hate her for so long that once they admitted they should at least be friends, all those deep-seated emotions were at a boiling point. For weeks now, (Y/N) watched as her most confident, cheery friend turned into a blushing idiot whenever a certain green witch was around. Really, it was adorable.

In a way, I was a bit jealous. Sure, I’d had my fair share of crushes, but no one who made me feel like I was dancing on clouds high in the sky. So, I resigned myself to love from the sidelines. I supported my friends, kept my fancies to myself, and pretended it didn’t bother me. Love was for other people, not me.

“Oh! Elphie is coming this way.” Galinda grinned, “how do I look?”

“Beautiful as always. I’ll leave you to it.” I patted her on the back, “good luck.”

After a nod and signature toss-toss, Galinda shifted her focus from me entirely to Elphaba. I snuck away, smiling at seeing my friend so happy. My afternoon class wasn’t for another 20 minutes, so I decided to take a walk as a little treat. Shiz had breathtaking grounds, it was one of the main reasons I came here, I liked to take advantage of whenever able.

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called waving his arms up and down. My soft smile grew.

Before, I knew it, Boq appeared at my side, “hey Boq!”

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” he said with a sheepish grin, “the clouds are umm… cloudy!”

“Boq, have you ever been in love?”

“What?” his face turned as red as his hair.

“Sorry.” I laughed, “That was sudden of me. I just never have and was wondering what it felt like.”

“Oh.” A small disappoint fell over his face, “well I-I have.”

“Really? How long did you date them?”

“Oh, we never dated. It’s just this person I really admire…they’re kind, smart, and endlessly breathtaking… they’re probably out of my league though.”

“Wait is this current? How come you never told me!” I grabbed my friend’s hands, and the poor boy looked like he was on the verge of passing out “sorry, sorry I got excited.”

“Don’t be sorry. You never need to apologize to me.” He said with sudden seriousness. It took me aback a bit, even making my cheeks heat up.

“Are you ever going to tell them? About how you feel?”

“I want to. Even if it’s just so they could know how amazing they are. But it’s terrifying. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“That’s really hard.” I directed us to a clearing and laid on the ground. Boq followed suit, our eyes to the bright blue overhead. The wind swept past us, and for a moment the rest of the world fell away.

“That cloud,” he pointed, “what do you see?”

“A dog. No wait, a girl maybe.”

“I see a scarecrow….and next to him is a lion, with a man- but not a regular man he’s stiff- like he’s made of tin.”

“How?” I teased shaking him, “how did you unlock such a clear vision? I just see clouds!”

“(Y/N), there’s something I really want to tell you but-“

“Well look at these two lovebirds!”

I peeked up to see Fiyero, hands on hips, gazing down at us with his perfect face.

“Hey Fiyero…” Boq sighed, “Wait. What did you call us?!”

“I was just going to my favorite slack off spot only to find it occupied by you two. So, naturally I assumed this was some kind of romantic tryst. And during the school day no less! I must say I’m rather impressed.”

“Move, we want to look at the clouds not you.” I sat up. Boq next to me was clearly a bit frustrated.

“You’d be the first.” Fiyero contested. I mean, he wasn’t wrong, “Well, if this isn’t a date then I guess I’m free to ask (Y/N) on one.”

“WHAT?” Boq and I said in unison.

Fiyero was nice as a friend, but I would never want to be with someone like him. He just wasn’t serious about anything including me. I had no idea where this was coming from.

“You, me. Tonight, at the Ozdust.”

“Well I don’t know what to say really…”

“Wait!” Boq said way louder than he intended to, based on the growing exasperation on his face. “I want to say something first. (Y/N), I don’t want to freak you out but the person I was talking about earlier was you. We’ve been friends for a few months now and I always have so much fun when I’m with you. You make everyone around you happier and brighten their lives. I think you’re incredible- but I understand if you just want to be friends. All I want is for you to be happy.”

“Boq,” I choked, “that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I would love to go on a date with you, to try things out.”

“Please say I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re welcome.” Fiyero patted Boq’s head.

“Did-did you ask them out just because you knew I’d intervene?!” Boq stood up glaring at the prince.

“I like helping people. Besides it worked! Not that I wouldn’t want that date if this doesn’t work out…” Fiyero leaned down and kissed my hand, “but I want to see my friends happy.”

“We’re not friends.” Boq corrected.

Fiyero sauntered off whistling and I was left picking up the pieces of what the hell just happened.

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“Of course.” Boq blushed.

“Well Woodsman,” I kissed his cheek, “I’ll see you tonight, 7.”

~ a month or so later

"And then Fiyero asked me out which lead Boq to finally confess!" I recounted my boyfriend Boq and I's coming together for the 100th time. I loved the story.

"Still, nothing is better than Galinda here stopping in the middle of her sentence to tell me that she dreams of me every night and just kept going like nothing happened." Elphaba laughed as her girlfriend lovingly pouted.

"I was covering my bases!" Galinda defended.

"All you had to do was ask and I would have done my Boq magic on you." Fiyero jumped in.

"I would have confessed on my own!" Boq tensed grabbing me tighter. My heart skipped a beat every time he got adorably defensive. Which around Fiyero, was a lot. "Eventually..."

"Please with my sister, it would have taken nothing. She would tell me about how frustratingly lovely Galinda was nearly everyday..." Nessa Rose giggled.

As I looked at my friends around me and my loving boyfriend at my side I sighed. My heart was bursting at the seams. Maybe love wasn't just for other people, maybe love could be found in the most unexpected places and people. Like a way too handsome munchkin boy who was brave enough to spill his guts to me after some clouds in the sky.

#boq woodsman #boqxreader #fiyero tigelaar #galinda upland #shiz university #wicked #wicked movie #wicked musical #wicked x reader #boq #boxwoodsmanxreader #wicked glinda #gelphie

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jumpywhumpywriter · 7 months ago

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Vampire Hypnosis

Warnings: alcohol, getting drunk, depression, mentions/threat of blood drinking, intimate vampire whumper, hypnosis/mind control, kidnapping of a human

I got a few requests from several Anons to write a vampire with hypnosis powers, so I finally got around to it! (Thank you anons that suggested it -- hope you like this one!)

Author's note: this is a standalone short story -- I probably won't continue it at all (although I'm open to being convinced otherwise if anyone has good plot ideas)

I wrote this before I had the concussion symptoms and just hadn't posted it yet.

It was late at the bar. Really late. As in, past midnight kind of late. Tom was the only one left in the entire bar aside from one woman and the bartender himself. He had been drinking his worries away, miserably reflecting on the sad state of his life. Fired from his job, in heavy debt and single as ever. He knew wasting money on alcohol would only worsen his financial situation, but... he couldn't stop. He just needed to forget everything for a while.

His gaze drifted over again to the woman a few seats away from him. She was pale-skinned but gorgeous, with fiery orange hair and copper eyes, and with a sharp, distinguished jawline. Maybe he could make a friend for once, or at least try his luck at making a new social connection to possibly benefit himself later on. So, recklessly, he ordered another drink and got out of his chair, walking over to hand it to her. More money down the drain.

"May I spoil the lady?" He teased as he approached, offering it in a hand.

The woman turned to him with a charming smile, eyes sharp and assessing as they swept his appearance, a strange expression darting briefly across her features before it was gone.

"My, what a polite young gentleman you are!" She chuckled, tilting her head down seductively. Her voice was smooth and melodic and velvety and pleasant to hear. "And what might your name be?"

"Tom," he answered, smiling welcomingly. "And yours?"

The woman paused for a second, oddly, before answering. "It's Alice. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. She reached for the drink he was offering, and their hands briefly brushed -- resulting in Alice flinching slightly with a quiet hiss, recoiling and almost dropping the beverage.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked worriedly. "I--" his eyes flicked to her hand, and his blood went cold as ice, his heart plummeting all the way to his feet. Because there, on the side of her finger, was a small burn.

Tom was wearing a silver ring. And he knew of only one creature that could be burned by silver.

"You... You're..." his voice caught in his throat, a sudden rush of fear washing over him. He couldn't get the words out, but the word came to him like a flare in the darkness. Vampire.

He instinctively took a step back. Then another. Forget making a new friend, he needed to escape.

He'd heard a lot about vampires in the past, many rumors and myths about how his town had its own population of bloodsuckers lurking in the darkness. And the rumors aligned with the murders that occasionally happened, the victims drained of blood. All the evidence pointed to them being real, and now Tom was staring right at one.

"I'm sorry miss, I didn't realize how late it was," Tom said shakily, glancing at his watch. It was three in the morning, so his excuse seemed valid enough. "I'd love to stay and talk, but I must be getting home now." He got ready to bolt.

The woman watched him, eyes glittering with -- amusement? She took a sip of the drink he'd bought for her, before setting it down on the counter. "I'm sure you can stay for awhile," she said smoothly. "You can't hand a girl a drink without getting to know her. It's considered rude, you know?"

Anxious sweat beaded on Tom's brow, and his hands started shaking. "That was before I realized how late it was." He took another step back. He was almost close enough to the door now to make his escape. He glanced behind him to check the distance, before his gaze flicked back to meet Alice's, and his mind suddenly went fuzzy.

"Don't run," Alice whispered, but her voice sounded like it was right in his ears, like she was standing right next to him instead of on a chair at the bar counter. "Come and have a seat. Let's talk."

Tom shivered, something strange brushing against his mind, latching onto his thoughts. He was moving before he even realized it, walking robotically toward Alice and settling down in the chair next to hers. Not good. Once his brain caught up he panicked, lurching back out of the chair to run away.

"Ah-ah!" I didn't say you could leave," Alice rumbled, eyes focused and intense. "Stay."

And to Tom's horror, his body listened, freezing in place before dragging him back to the chair again, as if an unseen force was controlling his movements. He squirmed and fought against invisible restraints locking all his muscles up, holding him in place. The effort was fruitless.

Alice merely looked amused, gaze sweeping over him, slow and appreciating. "Sorry if I scared you, sometimes I make mistakes that give me away," she chuckled darkly. "But I meant what I said earlier -- it's terribly rude to give a gal a drink and bail right after. Even if that gal is... someone like me." her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper at the end, confirming Tom's awful suspicion.

The hair on his arms bristled with fear, a shiver of dread racing down his spine. No. This couldn't be happening. Maybe he'd had one too many drinks and was imagining this. Maybe he'd wake up and it would all be an awful dream.

"I've made a horrible mistake," he rasped shakily.

"Yes, you did," Alice agreed sweetly. "Happens to the best of us. Don't be too hard on yourself."

Claws caressed Tom's mind, a deadly danger he became viscerally aware of. Something that manipulated his desires, influenced his entire being on a deeper level. He was walking on very thin ice.

"What do you want with me?" He breathed, fighting to stay calm.

Alice tapped the counter with her fingers thoughtfully. "Companionship, I suppose," she answered vaguely. "I'm lonely, and bored, same as you were when you bought me a drink. That's why you approached me, was it not? In hopes of starting a conversation, interact with another life form to pass time and distract yourself from mental turmoil?"

Tom's throat was dry and scratchy. How could she know?

Alice chuckled knowingly at the stunned look on his face. "I used to do the same when I was human. It was a way to escape mortal dilemmas, just for a night, by talking to someone. One thing we have in common, it seems."

And the ONLY thing, Tom thought with a shudder.

"So what do you plan to do with me now that I'm at your mercy?" He cautiously ventured, digging for any hints as to her intentions.

Alice ever-so-slowly tilted her head to the side like a predator zeroing in on prey, a look that made Tom's skin crawl. "You know, I haven't fully decided yet..." She gave him a devious smirk full of dark interest. "But I'm considering having a snack. I'm sure you can figure out what that would entail."

"You--you can't do this!" Tom blurted indignantly, a sudden burst of anger piercing through the fear.

"I can't? You dare tell me what I can and cannot do?!" She scoffed, lip curling. "Let me make one thing clear to you..." She leaned close, teeth bared. "I can do whatever I want to you. Kneel."

Tom instantly fell off the chair and dropped to his knees with a thud on the floor before he'd even registered it. His body wasn't his own, controlled by a higher force invading his entire being, trapping him in his own head.

"Hey! What's going on? Is everything okay?" The bartender hurried out from behind the counter, alarmed.

Alice spun to face him, and the urgency instantly left his face, his expression going blank. "Everything is fine. Go back to your work. Ignore us."

To Tom's despair, the bartender turned away and robotically headed off to resume his duties without helping, leaving him to deal with the menacing vampire all on his own.

Alice shifted her attention back to him, sliding out of her chair and standing inches away in front of him, intentionally invading his space.

Tom's breath hitched, eyes widening a hair as she knelt down to get eye level with him. He strained against the compulsion to obey, scratching desperately at the closed door keeping him chained in his own body, frantically trying to find an opening, a weak spot, anything that would allow him to break free of the vampire's hypnotic control.

But the claws gripping his conscience suddenly turned sharp, digging in and sinking into his brain, tearing a cry of pain from him.

"The more you resist, the more it will hurt," Alice cooed, licking her lips. "Be a dear and bare your neck to me, mmm?"

Tom gritted his teeth against the pain blasting his senses, desperately scrabbling for any shred of self-control. But it was useless. Slowly, in twitchy movements, his head tilted to the side against his will, exposing his vulnerable neck. He was panting with the effort of fighting it.

He groaned in frustration, utterly helpless. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest with terror, racing even faster when Alice leaned her head in to bring her mouth to his neck. His breaths came fast and shallow and ragged as she pressed a light kiss to his pulse, toying with him.

"Please... don't," Tom pleaded desperately, voice hoarse. "I promise I won't ever bother you again. Just... let me go."

"Who said you were bothering me?" Alice murmured against his skin, and Tom shuddered. "You smell... appetizing. Humans like that are hard to come by. Most are bland and boring -- average. All the good ones are usually taken by the more powerful vamps."

Tom flinched at the scrape of teeth against his neck -- no fangs, just normal teeth. So far.

"You don't have to do this," he rasped pleadingly.

"Oh but I want to," Alice purred cruelly, nipping his ear. "It's too good an offer to resist. What are the odds of stumbling upon the perfect human in a bar like this? I'd be a fool to let you go."

Tom squeezed his eyes shut, trying to tamp down the rising panic. His stomach churned with nausea, bile climbing up his throat.

Alice gave him a playful bite on the neck, not breaking skin, before pulling away entirely, leaning back. "Do you realize now how futile fighting me is? How useless it is to try and run away? I want to hear you say it. /Submit/ to me."

"Yes... I know it's useless," Tom forced out. Anything to appease her and protect himself from further harm.

"Good." Alice ruffled his hair with a hand. "Luckily for you, I'm not actually hungry right now. I just wanted to put you in your proper place, set clear boundaries and make it known how utterly futile resistance is in my presence. And while I might not be interested in feeding right now... I will be later. And I think we could have some fun in the meantime, hmm?" She snapped her fingers at him like a dog, her voice gruff and commanding as she straightened, looming over him. "Up."

Tom's body quickly obeyed, forcing him to his feet before her, stiff and rigid. His eyes were wide and frightened as Alice stared at him, the compulsion wrapping tight around his mind.

"Sleep," Alice ordered, and his head instantly fuzzed, filled with cotton.

He pushed against it, fighting to keep his eyes open. He couldn't let his guard down around her, couldn't let himself be vulnerable and exposed like that, where he wouldn't even be awake to know what she did to him.

Alice smiled softly, shaking her head in amusement. "You've got a strong will, I'll give you that much. It's actually kind of impressive. But I'm certain you won't want to be conscious to see where I'm going to take you. I'm doing you a favor, really." Her eyes narrowed, and Tom felt her influence amplify, tugging insistently at his thoughts, dragging him down... down... down...

He startled when she cupped his jaw in her hand, rubbing it with her thumb. "Shhhh, let the darkness take you," she whispered. "I'll take wonderful care of you."

Tom wobbled unsteadily, eyes glazing over -- and a second later his legs buckled under him, exhaustion sapping his strength. He was distantly aware of cold arms wrapping around him, catching him and keeping him from hitting the floor, before his mind dissolved into empty nothingness. And he knew no more.

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summer-of-27 · 4 months ago

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"Applaud and rejoice!"

The entire Opera Epiclese erupted into thunderous applause, all eyes wide after witnessing the Hydro Archon's masterful exhibition—her astounding mastery over hydro.

"This... isn't possible," one man in the crowd of hundreds muttered underneath his breath. "How could she—"

Then a figure caught his attention among the crowd. Someone who wasn't supposed to be here was sitting in the gallery, a small but wicked smirk on her lips as she brought her dark hands together, joining the audience in their applause.

Neuvillette gripped the front of his seat's armrest, jaw clenching and hardened eyes sharply glaring at the Harbinger.

He'd always suspected her involvement in this. It was simply baffling that Furina suddenly claimed that she'd retaken a portion of her hydro powers, demonstrating to all of Fontaine and silencing the skeptics that she was the true Hydro Archon.

It didn't make sense to him.

But seeing The Knave here, watching Furina on stage, made something clear—confirming a suspicion he'd been harboring during the past few days:

Furina was using a Hydro Delusion.

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This is a snippet from one of my (many) wips (still untitled).

This story starts in the scene when Arle was about to assassinate Furina, but Arle changes her mind. She confronts Furina about her not being the real Hydro Archon then offers her a Hydro Delusion to bolster her masquerade and to win Furina's trust and eventually get her hands on the gnosis.

Furina reluctantly accepts the Hydro Delusion which later comes in handy when people start accusing her of not being the real Hydro Archon.

Of course, Neuv is baffled by Furina's sudden ability to use hydro and he notices the slight changes in her appearance (which are due to the delusion). But when he realizes the whole truth it's too late.

Anyway, this is one of my fave brainrots and I've been meaning to continue writing & post this on ao3 but I realized midway one glaring error in my plot which is Furina probably couldn't die from overuse of the delusion because of Focalors' curse. But I could just disregard that fact for the sake of angst 😅

Also, I wanted to explore/try writing an Arle/Furi/Neuv sort of love triangle. I came up with scenarios showing Furi leaning more on Arle who's figured out a part of her secret while Neuv becomes jealous and apprehensive of their closeness. And the rift between him and Furina worsens during her trial where, unlike in canon, Furina emerges victorious. But at what cost?

#fic #neuvifuri #neuvifuri au #furina #neuvillette #arlecchino #neuvifuri wip

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darknight3904 · 11 months ago

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Guess who's back? Me, and the main plot line. No more fluff chapters, bitches.

Rhaella is 18, Aemond 17

132 AC

The announcement of Lord Corlys' accident was sudden. It was even more sudden that Vaemond, his brother, was coming to Kings Landing to challenge the succession. To her own disappointment, Lucerys' legitimacy would once again be called into question.

Rhaella's trip to Highgarden was but three days away. Most of her things had been packed and her room was rather bare. She hadn't spoken to Aemond much recently. He had avoided her as if that would stop Rhaella's impending doom. It was as if through avoidance they could remain in the youth they were desperately clinging to.

"Might you know when Princess Rhaenrya's family will arrive? I wish to go for a short flight but I want to be able to greet my cousins." She asked her handmaiden.

"I have heard word that their ship was spotted in the Blackwater, My Lady." She responded as she finished lacing the blue dress that adorned Rhaella's body.

"My flight will have to wait then." She sighed, they'd be here soon, "Might you fetch Prince Aemond for me? We have not spoken recently."

"Yes, My Lady."

Aemond was in perfect form today. He motions were fluid and Cole was having a hard time holding him back. The past fortnight of practice was paying off. He felt bad some nights, knowing he had left Rhaella waiting in the library for him. But, he could not be around her now, knowing she was shipping off for Highgarden of all places. That Lord Tyrell's disgusting pig of a son would marry her. His jealousy would well up in him whenever he saw her. He wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling was normal. The possessiveness? He'd never felt this before, not even over Vhagar.

"Something on your mind, My Prince?" Cole asked as his sword met Aemond's again.

"No." Aemond lied

"I can offer insight if you speak to me," Cole says, pushing against Aemomd.

"Why? So you can tell my mother?" Aemond seethes, thinking of how Cole spilled everything he heard and saw to Alicent Hightower.

"Prince Aemond!" The shrill voice of a handmaiden catches his ears

"What?"

Aemond came to her reeking of sweat and the training yard.

"You interrupted my morning session." He said as he entered without knocking

"You have been avoiding me," Rhaella says, ignoring the way he drops sweat-soaked gloves onto her table.

"You've been avoiding me." Aemond pointed at her

Where did he get the audacity to act like this? So brazen.

"You have spent the last fortnight training and flying like you do not know of our prearranged time in the library together," Rhaella said

"Maybe I don't want to spend my days reading." Aemond dismissed

Liar.

"You lie, Aemond." Rhaella sighed, "I expect to see you in the library after tonight's supper. I have found an interesting book on Old Valyria, you will enjoy it."

"I just said I do not wish to be in the library with you. It is-"

Aemond is interrupted by the doors to Rhaella's chamber being pushed open.

"Princess Rhaenrya, Prince Daemon, and their family have arrived. The queen wants both of you in the throne room for the hearing." A nameless errand boy says before dashing back out.

"The library." Rhaella says, standing to brush past Aemond, "Tonight."

Rhaella can hear him grumble as she passes.

Aemond arrives in the throne room nearly fifteen minutes after Rhaella does. She takes in his appearance and presumes he must've run off to fix his hair and cover the scent of sweat with something.

Otto Hightower's voice fills the room as Rhaella's eyes fall on Jacaerys and Lucerys who have grown up since she has last seen them. Dark messy hair sits atop their hair and Jacaery's dark eyes follow her own as she takes him in. He offers a small smile and a nod of his head. Rhaella returns it and can't help but notice how handsome he has become. While he did not bear Targaryen coloring, his facial features certainly held the sharpness of a Targaryen prince.

Vaemond Velaryon has stepped into the center of the room now. He speaks of being Lord Corlys' closest blood. Rhaella can feel the eyes of the room turn to Lucerys as Rhaenrya speaks, affirming her son's position as heir. On her right, Aemond shifts his weight from one foot to the other, letting out a sigh like he was bored.

"Cunt."

Aemond's whispered voice falls on her ears. She isn't sure who he's speaking of now. Perhaps Vaemond or Lucerys? Or maybe Rhaenrya who is getting ready to make her counter argument. Or perhaps the insult is directed at Daemon who, much to Rhaella's dismay hasn't stopped smirking from his spot next to Rhaenrya.

"My Lord Hand, " Rhaenrya begins, "It was but twenty years ago that my father stood in this hall and named me-"

The sound of heavy doors being opened set a lull over the proceedings.

Kingsguard enters the room followed by a sight Rhaella hasn't seen in years, the King, walking.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen. First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Roynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

King Viserys slowly makes his way to the Iron Throne. When he finally reaches it and dismisses Otto Hightower, he is exhausted. Rhaella can hear his heavy breathing echoing about the throne room.

The loud clatter of metal hitting stone has Rhaella turning around to see what has happened. The golden crown that King Jaeherys had once worn has fallen to the floor. She half expects the queen or Rhaenrya to pick it up but her father beats them all to it. Rhaella watches as the man who she had deemed selfish and a cold-hearted fool, helps his brother up the steps to the throne. Daemon places the crown on Viserys' head before returning to his spot. The tension in the room is heavy on her chest as everyone awaits Visery's word.

"I must admit my confusion." Viserys says "Why are petitions being heard over a settled succession?"

Rhaella looks over at Vaemond Velaryon who has anger swimming in his eyes.

"I believe the only person who could offer better insight into Lord Corlys' wishes is the Princess Rhaenys."

Rhaella watches as she comes forward to speak. She hasn't seen her since she threw her out of her room for knowing about what happened to Lady Rhea.

"I have always supported Lord Corlys' wish that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son, Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed, nor did my support." Rhaenys says

Rhaella has to contain the glee that is on her face at Lucerys' secured position.

"Princess Rhaenrya has just informed me of her decision to marry Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys to their cousins Baela and Rhaena." Rhaenys says, " A proposal to which I agreed."

Rhaella looks at her half sisters who are no longer little girls who have tangles in their hair and stuffed dolls tucked under their arms. They have grown up, Long silver hair much like her own tumble down their backs and their pretty faces are staring back at her.

"The matter is settled. Again." Viserys says "I reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark."

"You break law and centuries of tradition to name your daughter as heir." Vaemond suddenly speaks "Yet you presume to tell me who gets to inherit the name Velaryon? No...I will not allow it."

"Allow it?' Viserys says "Do not forget yourself Vaemond."

"That is no true Velaryon!" Vaemond suddenly shouts, whirling around to point at Lucerys.

Rhaella's eyes jump to Rhaenrya and her family.

"He is no nephew of mine." Vaemond declares

"Lucerys is my true-born grandson. You are no more the second son of Driftmark." Viserys affirms

"You may run your house as you see fit." Vaemond says, turning back to the King," But you will not decide the future of mine. I will not see it ended on the account of this..."

Vaemond has turn to face Lucerys again, a pause in his sentence, like he can't say what he wants to.

"Say it."

Daemon's whisper reaches Rhaella's ears and she looks at her father who is smirking at Vaemond.

"Her children are...Bastards!"

The volume of Vaemond's voice sends echos around the throne room. Rhaella jumps at his tone. not expecting it at all.

"And she...is...a whore."

Rhaella gasps along with the rest of the court. She sees even Queen Alicent shake her head in disapproval.

"I...will have your tongue for that." Viserys suddenly says, pulling the dagger he keeps at his side out.

It happens in just barely a second. Daemon is on the move and makes a clean cut to Vaemond's head with Dark Sister. Rhaella jumps toward Aemond who pulls her close to him as Vaemond's body hits the ground.

"He can keep his tongue." Daemon says looking down at a now very dead Vaemond Velaryon.

"Disarm him!" Otto Hightower yells

"No need," Daemon says, wiping the blood from his sword and returning to Rhaenrya.

Aemond's arms are still holding Rhaella tightly but his eye is fixed on the sight in front of them. On the bloody corpse of Vaemond Velaryon. On Daemon Targaryen and his sword called Dark Sister.

Next Part

Guess who's still alive? Me. I didn't die of jetlag. I had a nice vacation. Minus the whole getting trapped in the airport and getting delayed two extra days...anyway I have returned.

I saw the Deadpool and Wolverine movie yesterday. In conclusion, Wade Wilson is hot af and Wolverine is so shredded my jaw was on the floor. Hugh Jackman the man that you are...

Here's some fun pictures of my trip, I kinda wish I could've taken the chickens home...