#angi drabbles

[starsofang]

Simon didn’t like to hold you. He liked to be held.

At first, you didn’t understand why he’d turn his back to you in bed without saying anything. You thought you’d done something to him, or maybe he was in a bad mood. You couldn’t be any more wrong.

Simon Riley, an absolute brute of a soldier, was silently asking for you to be the big spoon. You nearly didn’t believe it when he finally brought it to your attention.

He was too embarrassed to ask you, so he’d resort to flipping on to his side and wait. And wait. Until he realized you didn’t catch the memo, even after many hopeless attempts.

In his mind, he thought being the big spoon would somehow convince you he wasn’t manly enough, as if his title in the service or his pure stature wasn’t proof enough of his masculinity.

To him, being held was a blanket of security. Where he’d always have to watch his back out on the field, both literally and metaphorically, he didn’t have to keep an eye out at all times with you. It was a chance for him to find solace in a person, and when he explained this to you, he was surprised to find you so willing.

And oh, when it happened, Simon nearly kicked himself for holding back on verbalizing it for so long.

The warmth of your arms when they wrapped around him from behind, your face buried between his shoulder blades, legs tangled in his, he thought that this was what inner peace felt like.

He was silly to think you’d ever be the one to judge him for what most deemed ‘unmasculine’. In all of his broad glory, he felt safe the moment you held him, like a child does when they feel a mother’s embrace except it was from someone he loved dearest to his heart.

And you? You found that being the big spoon was rather enjoyable when the man you’re holding was so damn comfortable to snuggle up to. It was a win-win for you both.

You just wished he wasn’t an idiot that left you wondering all those hopeless nights until the truth came out.

[celestialprincesse]

pretty please can we get more anemic!reader? thank you !!

Ghost and anaemic!reader lab date! (this is a coping mechanism🥲💖)

TWs: needles and blood♡

Lab days are always the worst, especially for someone who dislikes needles. Simon is fine with it, fine with labs and needles and the sterile hospital environment, he's seen them enough. In the car on the way, they're already bouncing their leg and fiddling with the seatbelt.

The sterile, featureless room in itself makes them pale, let alone the sight of the transfusion bag being hooked up on the intravenous pole. Simon is already at their side with a bag of their favourite candies, plopping one in their mouth whilst the nurse puts on the tourniquet.

"How's that new book you're reading?" He muses, his thumb brushing their jaw strategically to stop them looking at their arm. "S' massive. Dunno how you can get through that much."

"It's okay, bit slow to start." They mumble, wincing at the prick against their skin, squeezing his hand as they lean their head back against the chair.

"S' by that author you like, yeah? Seen a couple of her books on the bookshelf."

"Mhm. You got me the special signed edition for my birthday."

After an hour or so, Simon's heard the whole plot of their current read, and the transfusion bag is empty, another candy being plopped in their mouth for good measure as the nurse removes the needle and sends them on their way.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

obanai and the thing about him hating praise towards his scar+obamitsu

obanai sat, hands fidgeting on his lap. his bandages rested on his shoulders where kaburamaru was usually perched—the snake was curled on his arm now, diligently watching. somehow, it felt like obanai had been stripped naked. the cool air against his entire face, the lack of restriction when he moved his jaw, it felt unnatural, almost. he might as well be more comfortable without clothes than without his mask. he wished mitsuri would speak. but they’d been sitting in silence for a while and, though he could feel her gaze on him, he couldn’t discern it. finally, after what felt like forever, he forced his eyes to flick back up.

mitsuri was sitting still, hands curled on her knees. her expression was one obanai hadn’t seen on her before, but pretty nonetheless. except he couldn’t find it in himself to appreciate it now. not when his entire being seemed formed of anxiety and he was barely containing himself from squirming. it was all he could do to not jump up and run far, far away. but he was trying. he wanted to stay. for mitsuri.

noticing his attention, mitsuri composed herself. her brows were furrowed, but they relaxed slightly as she smiled at him. her cheeks were their natural rosy pink, and they puffed up with her effort to say something. in a way, she was just as worried as obanai. anyone could tell it was a touchy subject.

after a moment, she mustered up the courage to move closer to him. abandoning the comfortableness of the cushion she’d been sitting on to sit directly in front of obanai. with a quick affirmation, her hands slipped under his hair, cupping his cheeks. her thumbs traced the edges of his scar, sending a shiver down his spine.

“iguro-san…” she whispered. despite the softness of his name on her tongue, it cut through the silence. obanai jolted, more surprised by her speaking than her touch.

“y-yes?” he asked, straightening. he felt like he was being called out. her fingers burned against him where skin met scar. he wished she wouldn’t touch it. as if, by doing so, the filthiness of it all would transfer to her like a disease. he felt guilty, even. allowing her to do this. allowing her to act so caring to someone who didn’t deserve any bit of it.

mitsuri’s eyebrows dipped down again, her expression a mellowed bittersweet. she let her hands fall, resting them on top of obanai’s. she squeezed gently, her skin soft as her fingers soothed him. “you shouldn’t have to hide this… you’re… very pretty, iguro-san,” she murmured. her voice was oh, so quiet. and, for the first time in his life, obanai hated it. not her voice, itself. but it was wrong. her mouth forming those words. here, now. with her gaze tracing the years filled of agony on his face.

unable to help it, obanai jerked away. he slipped off his cushion, nearly tumbling down. he managed to settle on the floor, the pillow a distance between them. his fingers knotted into the fabric of his pants. there was a sharp, belated gasp, sounding sweet despite everything. obanai couldn’t find it in himself to apologize. instead, he choked out a shaky, “i’m… not… pretty. it’s not pretty.”

“i… iguro-san,” mitsuri tried. but today was a day for firsts. so obanai interrupted her.

“what happened to me wasn’t pretty. none of it was pretty.” obanai’s throat felt hoarse, his words gravelly.

mitsuri stumbled. she hesitated. then, tentatively: “i didn’t mean…”

obanai shook his head. his hair rustled. his bandages slipped. kaburamaru was suddenly on guard. he hissed, but obanai was quick to coax him away. petting the snake gently, vaguely comforted as he soothed his friend.

“iguro-san… i’m sorry… i meant”—mitsuri looked down, her action only visible from the way her braids shifted. obanai was avoiding looking at her—“i meant that nothing could… get in the way of you being perfect.”

the words tasted bitter in the air. “i’m not perfect, either, kanroji.” obanai spoke flatly. he couldn’t understand what mitsuri couldn’t comprehend. but he felt almost sorry for her. that he was nothing she wished he was. he was far from perfect.

“you are,” mitsuri insisted. before obanai could interject, she added, “perfection doesn’t have a solid definition. some people think ‘perfect’ means their ideal person. some people think it doesn’t exist. but i think that what makes a person perfect is that they’re them. it can come in so many varieties. and you’re one of them, iguro-san. i’m sorry i came off as… insensitive, earlier. but this is what i meant.”

finally, obanai looked up. he was gaping, he knew. a flicker of amusement passed by mitsuri’s eyes. she must enjoy playing games of pretend. it took obanai several moments to speak. because he almost wanted to believe it. but he knew, as a fact, that she was only amusing herself. amusing both of them.

“you’re wrong,” he said. he pushed enough confidence into his words, allowing them to taste strong as they rolled passed his lips. “i wish- i’m sure we both wish. that what you said was true. but it’s not. if you knew- if you’d seen… you would realize. you’d agree with me.”

only a beat of silence, this time. mitsuri was indignant. “perfect people don’t have to do everything right, all the time, iguro-san. we’ve all done stuff we regret. we’ve all done bad things before,” she said firmly. she looked like she wanted to move closer but was holding herself back for his sake. he let himself appreciate it.

“that’s not it. it’s different. it’s more than just something i did.” obanai returned to staring at the ground. his fingers itched to rewrap his bandages. “it’s worse.”

“it couldn’t be,” mitsuri said quietly. “if you didn’t even do it, then—“

“you just- you don’t get it!” obanai snapped, abruptly. his head jerked back up so he could look at her. his fingernails dug into the palms of his hand. “you wouldn’t understand! just- just stop! stop trying to pretend that i can be a better person, when it’s written in my god damn blood that i can’t! you’re just- you’re the perfect one, okay? i can’t compete! i don’t want to! so stop acting like i ever could!”

mitsuri was stunned, her eyes wide. but her surprise seemed purely on his outburst, shying away from his words. why wouldn’t she just let it go? accept that he could never be anything good? he hadn’t anticipated this when he’d worked up the idiocy to show her his scar. he’d almost hoped she’d be scared away. or, at the very least, finally see his flaws. realize he isn’t as great as she thinks he is. and yet all she can muster to understand is that none of it is a good memory.

when the silence stretched on, obanai’s shoulders slumped. he hated that she refused to see it. but he hated himself equally, if not more, for pushing it all onto mitsuri. as if he wanted her to carry his own burden. this was all so stupid. he never should’ve done this.

he turned away, making a quick work with retying his bandages, the movements precise and practiced. when he spoke this time, his voice was considerably quieter. almost meek. “please, kanroji,” he mumbled. “i’m sorry. please forget any of this happened.”

then he stood. he heard her calling out, maybe following him too, but he forced the temptation of her voice away. replacing it with the shock on her face instead. allowing his guilt to guide him out and away. kaburamaru moved back to his usual place as obanai rushed home. but this was how it should be. kaburamaru on his shoulders, his bandages wrapped tightly around his jaw. tucking away and repressing everything that shouldn’t be shown. the only evidence of his visit was mitsuri, who was left standing by the doorway. he could only hope she’d heed his advice and forget what had happened. it was only for the best, after all.

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Two years ago, Armin Arlert left you for Annie. You wanted everyone to be happy, so you let him go. Now, a reunion brings you two together once again. Armin and Annie have broken up, but you were not aware of that.

This is Canon Divergence, mostly based on my own OC. Which means that Eren is alive. And there's no EreMika here sorry. I don't really like that ship.

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem! Reader, Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhardt (Past relationship) Warnings: Curse Words, Heartbreak, Break-ups, Some mentions of gore, Armin's kind of indirectly a jerk, Mental Instability, Existential Crisis, S**cidal thoughts (For reader but tbh who in AOT is mentally okay?), I love Annie but- Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Hurt-Comfort

You sat on the floor of your bedroom. You still couldn't believe what you heard. Armin's in love with Annie? Is that why he's been avoiding you? You cradled your head in your hands, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe this..." You whisper to yourself in disbelief.

Annie? The girl who killed your best friend?? Why is everything going so wrong? You've never felt so alone...She killed your best friend, and now your lover is about to leave you for her.

Who are you, really? What...What are you here for? What's your purpose in the world? Your future...You wanted and imagined that Armin would be in it. But now...It all seems so...So bleak. So far away. What now? Is there really a future beyond Armin? Was it all a mirror of delusion that's now come shattering down on you, and you're forced to pick up the pieces, cutting your flesh and searing scars deep into your soul.

Everything was going so wrong...Because not too long after that, you were all locked in a cell. The cold metal of the locket Armin gave you seared through the fabric of your skirt. You dished it out of your pocket and stared at it. You opened the locket and looked at your and Armin's picture. You both looked so happy and so in love...Then you looked at him from the cell across you, he was staring into nothingness. 'Together For Eternity' it read on the front, engraved on the metal.

"This is a promise, a promise that I will love you forever." You remember him saying. What happened now?

You sat up from the cold, damp floor and threw the locket across you, landing by Armin's feet. He looked up from his feet and at you, eyes wide. "You don't have to be tied to your promise anymore." You say, before lying back down on the floor. You didn't have the energy to argue, to fight back. You'd rather just...lie down. And wait for the end, maybe?

Yet you found yourself fighting back, fighting for survival. Especially after Hange's last words to you before they sacrificed their own life.

"I know it all seems so bleak right now, name. You don't know your place in the world, Death is stomping over the soils we call our home...Your first love just dumped you. But I promise you, there's a future beyond this...beyond that. Beyond Armin. You just have to fight to see it."

A lot happened during the rumbling and after it. When you left Paradis, you were unsure and scared. But you wanted to see it through because like Hange said, you're strong and there's a future beyond the storm.

Now, you find yourself sitting down, drinking tea on the deck of a ship, on the way to Paradis. It's been two years since then, you wonder how everyone is doing?

Historia sent you an invitation, wanting to reunite everyone and have tea. Also meaning that she wants everyone to hang out. You were unsure at first, but then realized, what the hell? Your friends are still there. Even if you've left letters from Armin unread and unopened, you still missed your friends. Seeing Armin would just be like the little thorn on the rose.

But there's no denying your love for him. You still very much do.

As you walk down the pier, you breathe deeply as you see familiar faces and hear familiar voices. The salty sea air and the waves crashing against the shore, the chatter of the people around you, it all played at the same time.

You were greeted with hugs and excited voices. Connie was especially excited to see you, his "bro" as he said. "It was no fun without you here bro!" He said, in those exact same words.

You greeted them all, and for keeping up polite appearances, even though you didn't want to, you greeted Armin and Annie, separately (strangely) with smiles and a calm voice.

"Name. It's so good to see you." Armin says cheerfully.

You nodded, also smiling back. "It's been a while...Commander."

The formal way you addressed Armin sent a pang to his heart. His face fell and his smile became a little strained. He remembers writing letters to you, in hopes of maybe just...maintaining a connection. But every time he sends out a letter, nothing ever comes back in return. He only knew to hope. And that created feelings of conflict inside him. Who did he really love? Did he really love Annie?

He shakes his head. No, it's you. It's always been you. You, who was always there for him whenever he felt like he can't even stand. You, who always swooped in to save him whenever death was marching towards him. It was always you.

But now begs the question...Do you still love him? Would you still take him back? How would he win you over? He has to convince you that he will never leave you again.

He looks on with a longing gaze and a brewing sense of guilt and regret as you interact with the rest of the group. Your smile was so radiant, your laugh was so melodious and you just looked...so, so beautiful.

You didn't willingly interact with him and everyone knew better than to make things awkward by bringing the topic of your past relationship with Armin up.

But then on your 7th night...You stood in the gardens of the inn you're staying at. You couldn't sleep. Maybe you ate too many sweets...But it's DESSERT what do you want to do?? Eat it, duh.

You thought everyone was asleep. You thought everyone retired for the night. But you were proven wrong when a voice cut through the silence of the night.

(To be continued, Part two)

[boba-beom]

I don’t think I can choose just one Yeonjun Picture because this man has me in a chock hold and on my knees ready to obey. So I have these two which I am absolutely in love with at this time😍

yj x f!reader ❥ warning(s): long-term established relationship, endearing terms (princess, good girl, sweet baby), ‘daddy’ for yeonjun OOP, suggestive themes, not proofread ❥ genre: fluff, suggestive, drabble ❥ a/n: this immediately made me think about I'll bring her back home early to she calls me daddy too 😵‍💫 which is exactly what imma do hehe ❥ wc: 759

you've been dating yeonjun since senior year high school when he had driven you home after your study sessions together, and eventually your parents wanted you to introduce him to them.

and so you did. you remembered him wearing a baby blue button down of light material, his buttons at the top were undone and you couldn't risk your dad meeting your boyfriend like that, so you had to button it up for him while giving him a pep talk.

"jjun, there's no way you're making your first impression on them like this." you sorted out his collar, sliding your hands past his collarbones and resting them on his broad shoulders.

"yeah well," he kissed your forehead, "it worked on you."

he would always tease you like this in private, and it was a version of him you found so attractive. and luckily, your parents approved of him to being your boyfriend. your mom thought he was responsible, and even the gesture of driving you home was something your mom took into account. your dad surprisingly liked him just as much, after bonding about cars and being the respectful gentle man yeonjun was, your dad approved.

when it came round to your first evening date, you were ready in your pretty black dress, the skirt just resting above your knees and you were excited, but you were also intrigued to see how your dad would react to this date.

the moment yeonjun arrived he was stood by your front porch with a bouquet of flowers.

"good evening, I'll be taking yn out for our date." he shook your dad's hand, nice and firm while you waited for his response.

"I don't want any funny business tonight, okay?"

"understood, I'll bring her home early after the dinner." yeonjun had his charming smile adorned on his perfectly pink lips that could woo the heart of anyone, and your dad just so happened to have a soft spot for him, not to mention he was impressed with the respect he held out for him.

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a few years down the line and you're about to finish university, still in your long-term relationship with yeonjun. he had decided to take you out for dinner — the same place he took you for your first date — to celebrate your anniversary.

“you look stunning, princess.” he whispers by your ear while his hands roam around your waist, circling your torso until he rests them low on your hips.

“of course, I have a stunning boyfriend to keep up with.” you teasingly roll your eyes as you look at him through the mirror. turning to face him, his hands stay by your sides until they venture further down, giving your ass a gentle squeeze through your satin, emerald green slip dress. “did I also mention I love it when you leave the top unbuttoned?”

he wore a white pinstripe dress shirt and in all honesty, he looked incredible in it. you play with the dainty pendant on his necklace, twirling it with your fingers as you lean in to kiss his exposed neck. he sighs from the contact, pulling you closer to him.

“or how about we spend the night in, hm? we could rest… and cuddle… or sleep... ? ” he drags out each suggestion, definitely not what he’s trying to insinuate. he tucks a lose strand behind your ear before kissing the junction where your jawline meets the bottom of your ear, “or you could be a good girl for me and I could–”

“daddy,” you whine breathlessly, “I’m always a good girl, regardless.”

you earn an endearing chuckle from him as he looks down and shakes his head. “you’re right, my sweet girl is always good, only to me.” he kisses your forehead and then grabs your coat, holding it out for you to slide your arms through.

“I want to stop over at my parents’ house before we go to the restaurant. Just gonna drop off the gifts I bought for them.” you look up at him and catch the slight smirk upon his lips. “now what’s that for?”

you can tell he’s refraining from grinning so much, his lips are starting to tip into his attractive downward smile.

“want me to tell your dad you call me daddy too?” he playfully winks at you before taking out his keys to unlock the car.

it wasn’t until he looked back at you when he realised you were shaking your head at him.

“what? it’s true though.” he laughs.

“I know, baby. but that stays between us.” you kiss his cheek before walking to the car together.

© boba-beom ; all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, alter or translate in any way or platform.

[embersofhope-if]

angry note for creon?

[[Name]],

What were you thinking talking to Woof? He's not your mentor. I am. You need help you talk to me, not him. He can barely stand, let alone talk, and you’re asking him for advice? It's a waste of time. Woof is Aurels mentor for a reason. I have no doubt about that. Any advice he gives you is surely meant to lead you to your death. I'm the only person you can trust here [[Name]] don't listen to anyone else. Do not let this happen again.

-Creon

[catgirl-catboy]

Survivor Angie drabble

"Angie Yonaga might not be real, but I choose to believe in her anyway!"

Shiroganes eyes narrowed in rage. "I made you. I made your god. Despair already!" She sounds like a child. Like Angie used to sound before Himiko taught her the miracle of friendship! Poor Himiko...

"It is like God, Angie thinks. God may not be real to you. God may not be real to anyone else. But God is real to me, and I can be real in place of God!"

Maki sighs dejectedly. "She's not listening."

"No," Shuichi realized. "We decide what is real or not."

[frickingnerd]

we're one of a kind

pairing: himiko yumeno x gn!reader x angie yonaga

summary: angie and himiko both confess to you together!

"aren't you nervous?"

himiko looked at angie confused, the two of them heading towards your dorm room. they were both here for the same thing; confessing their love to you! but while himiko was so nervous, angie didn't seem to be concerned. 

"why should i be nervous? i know that y/n will make the right choice. we aren't rivals here, himiko. there is no reason for y/n to not accept both of our confessions~"

himiko stopped for a moment, taking in angie's words. she always had her own ways of viewing things, which himiko often found a little odd. but still, perhaps this one wasn't so bad…

"then we'll do this… but even if things don't work out, we'll still stay friends, right…?"

angie turned to face himiko, a gentle smile on her lips. 

"of course! we'll always stay friends, no matter what!"

[disappearinginq]

9?

Annnd because I'm in my third rewatch of Will Trent: exactly a hundred words.

"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

Funny how words that were spoken too often in malice were no longer comforting, no matter who said them, or why.

Or maybe it was the where that changed their context.

Will jerked away from the prying hands, only to hit something else, a searing pain radiating up from broken ribs.

“Hey, it’s me, Will – it’s me.”

Angie, his as-always-too-slow brain provided. He relaxed fractionally, except it still hurt to breathe. Hurt to move. And for a moment, he was back in the living room, surrounded by broken glass and blood.

“You’re okay.”

[moonheaves]

idk if I should come up with more headcannons, just bc

[piperslovebot]

https://www.tumblr.com/hydesjackiespuddinpop/738415471945269248

Hiya, Poorni ❤️! "Growth" for Jackie Burkhart?

Ty Sunshine! Here you go!

January 9, 2023; 4:55 PM

*rings*

"Oh it’s here!" Jackie squealed. "It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!" She gently pushed Hyde out the way to get to the door. A tall yet slender delivery man was holding a package.

"Are you Mrs.Burkhart-Hyde?" Jackie nodded rapidly with a smile. Angie and Sherri, who were sitting on the living room couch, gave her an odd look. "And I thought I was excited when my mom sent me a message for the first time in fifteen years. She asked if I could take out the trash." Sherri remarked.

Jackie grabbed the package and gave the delivery guy the money. "Now have a n—" She slammed the door in the guy's face. Hyde, Angie, and Sherri just stood there dumbfounded. "Is she really that excited about a package?" Angie asked, staring at the petite brunette incredulously.

Jackie set the package on the counter and joined everyone on the couch. "I ordered this gorgeous scarf originally from Palestine. It’s called a Keffiyeh!" She opened the package and grabbed the scarf to put on. Angie began to feel the scarf, "It’s so soft."

"Wait, I thought you said that you wanted Israel to rule the world." Hyde chimed in. Jackie scoffed, "That was before they started terrorizing Palestinians. You know a little girl from Palestine got raped so bad they ended up in the hospital?" Looking back at her teen years and early twenties made the brunette cringe in some ways.

"Can I try it on?" Angie asked. Jackie nodded and gave her sister in law the scarf.

[starsofang]

simon had a bone to pick with you. a rather big one. why in god’s name were you, his girl, going on a date with johnny? granted, you weren’t exactly his, per se, but you damn sure weren’t anybody else’s.

he wasn’t the jealous type. sure, the thought of you laughing with johnny, kissing johnny, had his blood boiling, his fists tensing with the urge to hit the closest thing, his jaw pulled taut. and maybe he had a knot in his throat and a weight in his chest, but he wasn’t jealous, no.

being jealous meant he felt threatened, and simon was not threatened. you just had to be reminded of who you belonged to, right?

you sure as hell didn’t seem to mind as he plowed into you from behind, his chest to your back, hand curled around your throat while you choked out the most obscene noises he’d ever heard.

johnny was long forgotten from your mind, wiped away so it could be refocused on only simon and the way his cock filled you to the brim, slamming into your g-spot with every angry thrust.

how could you even think that you’re anybody else’s when he’s the only one who can have you creaming on his cock, brain so fucked out you could barely utter a word besides his own name?

he wasn’t jealous. at the end of the day, he knew exactly who you belonged to and whose cock left you dumb.

[celestialprincesse]

how would Simon react to his girlfriend asking to go lingerie shopping? Asking 4 a friend

My sweet dear angel baby, don't get me started💘

Simon does not see himself as a lingerie man at first, he doesn't really understand his partners need to spend frankly unnecessary amounts of money on something that he'll just take off. He's a tactical, practical man.

Until

Lovie takes him to Victorias Secret or For Love and Lemons or someplace adjacent to them.

He's awed by all of the pretty, impossibly delicate lace and silk that's so perfect and slippery and soft.

The thought of his girl wearing something so genuinely beautiful makes his heart speed up - and the thought of her wearing it for him? His blood rushes south a little too quick.

They spend a little while picking out a few sets to each of their liking, all blush pinks and cornflour blues, careful to feel the fabric, take in the intricacies of the lace and little bows.

She offers to show him when he tries them on, which he denies - not because he isn't itching to see her in them as soon as possible, but because he'd rather not be walking around the mall with a raging hardon.

🦢🩰🪷

[arcxnumvitae]

An ornate jewelry box crashed against the wall of his room. Who the hell from Zhongyang was orchestrating this? The last thing he needed was security tightening, nor suspicious eyes on him. And they would be, oh they would be, if news got out that the assassin was one of his countrymen. Why did they decide now of all times to cause trouble? Pockets of resistance had existed since the annexation, but they never made more trouble than attacking Tengmen guards or cargo. They were a homespun militia at best. So how did they manage to orchestrate sneaking an assassin into the palace? And why attack the princess? Aside from holding her brother's favor, she held no political power whatsoever. She was useless.

This was going to drive him mad.

[anamazingangie]

daemyra uncommon words prompt - #24. nyctophilia - a love of the night and darkness.

Canon, Rated E

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen

...

There had been a time, a time before her, that he’d liked seeing. He’d had whores in the light of day, blinding sunshine doing little to restrain him as he pressed his way into them. If anything, he had preferred it. There was something prepossessing about the arch of their backs, the heave of their breasts, the slope of a slender neck. Everything about the female form was pleasing, Daemon thought. Even the feel of them, of smooth skin—skin of every color, nearly glowing when lit only by dim candles in a sex scented room. 

But then all the sudden there was her. 

Now he only dared to visit the streets when the night was covering the city like a blanket. When the meager curtains of the whore’s chambers were enough to block out the moon’s glow that guided him to them. He’d snuff the candles, he’d tell them to be quiet. He didn’t want to see them, he didn’t want to hear them, he didn’t even want to touch them. 

But his body desired something, and he sought it in their cunts. 

And so he’d take them from behind, gripping only the flesh of their hips or locks of their hair. But even that was wrong because the hair was not long enough, or soft enough, even if the darkness of night hid the color. The hips were too wide, or not wide enough. The skin nowhere near as soft as that of his niece’s. Even still, he’d have them. With his eyes closed. Imagining it was someone else beneath him. Imagining his fist held silver locks, that the breathy gasps belonged to a girl and not a whore. He imagined his niece’s voice, saying, “Uncle, please.” as she clenched on his cock. And that was how he came, a vision of Rhaenyra beneath him, his own lips crying out his niece’s name.

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Prompt me! / A03

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Hello!! I'm very curious about two of them, the two firsts of your list actually: Lattice and Don't Turn Around? … if you don'tmind me asking for two of them! 👀

Hi Angie!! Of course I don't mind you asking about two of them! I'm happy that you're intrigued!!

Both of these are actually responses to a prompt list that I posted a few nights ago, and since they're the only ones I got, they're going to be longer than quick drabbles.

Lattice corresponds with your request for "ruffling the other's hair" + Ezra, and I decided that it's going to take place in the Point of No Return universe, featuring Ezra and Cee. (and cats.) I'm going back and forth between Lattice and Trellis as the title, but a hint? They're working on a surprise for Clara. ;)

Don't Turn Around corresponds to the request I got from @something-tofightfor for "hugging the other from behind" + PATS which is going to fit into the Long Con universe that I started for that character. This one is going to be a very vulnerable moment for that pair of grifters, lemme tell ya.