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boo- body types of my OC's + Sashimi the cat

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A Moth To You (Chapter 13 - Tugging and Tearing) Aegon II Targaryen x (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count: 4.3K

The wind had beaten your skin dry by the time you came down from the skies, panting and grinning. You could tell by the tightness of your cheeks that the oils you had so meticulously spread across your face and throat to protect you from the sun's glare had all but blown away, and yet you cared not. You had finally flown.

It took weeks before your hands had healed enough to remove the thick wads of bandage that covered them, and the skin of your palms was soft and scarred, but mounting Cerys and taking a lap of the seas beside Kingslanding had been the first ounce of freedom you had possessed in a moons turn, and you had taken the opportunity to escape for a time gleefully. The weakened flesh burned with the promise of fresh blisters from the leather handles of your saddle, burning welts already risen and red, but you knew they would callous over in time. The second flight would be far easier.

“You have barely healed, your grace. I wish you wouldn’t insist upon scampering back into danger at the first opportunity,” Ser Tystin, your sworn guard, said as you staggered down the steps of the Dragonpit, still smiling from ear to ear. The man had likely been waiting with his eyes turned to the skies for the hours you had been gone.

“Nonsense. Cerys’ back is the safest place for me now.”

In the wake of Boras’ betrayal, your safety was made paramount in the keep. Every man from Dorne to Winterfell knew of the threat made against a princess's life, and the fears of another attempt on the monarchy were thick and heavy on the people's minds. You had scarcely been allowed to wander the gardens in your recovery, but the fears grew duller as the days went on without fault. Some said your attacker was a drunkard, some said a lover scorned; rumours all. You knew the truth, at least part of it. Boras had been a hired sword and a poor one at that, likely sent by the same person who had gifted you that dreaded necklace. For them to have known Boras was your friend, they must have been in Kingslanding or perhaps had spies who were. But so long as you kept to the safety of your carriage, forever under the watchful eyes of Ser Trystin or the knights sworn to your house, you decided you were safe.

Even if you weren’t, you cared little by this point. The walls of the keep had grown awfully tiresome to look at as of late.

“You’re wanted in the Keep,” Ser Trystin said when you left your carriage nigh on an hour later, making to change from your leathers. Your footsteps crunched against the gravel of the yard's walkway as you made your way, servants pausing to bow their heads in your wake.

“The Keep is where I’m going. My mother?” When someone requested your presence, it usually was.

“Not this time, your grace, though I’m sure you’ll wish it were.” At the pointed raise of your brow, Ser Trystin continued with a regretful smile.

“Your uncle, the Prince Aemond, I’m told. A messenger came while I was waiting for you, and said the matter was of an urgent nature.”

“Not so urgent I cannot change before I speak with him?”

“I doubt it. The Prince has an impatient streak in matters he deems important. I would advise we make for him with some haste.”

You bit back the urge to smile at the resigned sarcasm, letting your guard lead you back into the Keep and towards Aemond’s chambers. Under normal circumstances, you would have been confused as to why your uncle wished so fervently to speak with you, but these weren’t normal circumstances. Your last conversation with the man still hung heavy upon your mind and, if Aemond was requesting you, it was likely he had made some sort of discovery. There was no chance in all the seven hells he would deign to hold council with you otherwise. You had to hold yourself back from running along the hallways of the Red Keep, eager to hear what your uncle had to say, but managed to keep yourself to a rather brisk walk instead. Ser Trystin gave you a brief, somewhat bemused smile at Aemond’s doors before knocking soundly.

“Enter,” Came the sharp voice from within. The knight opened the door before moving aside to let you enter alone. 

"No need to wait for me, ser," You gave the knight a short smile. "Be on your way."

Ser Trystin nodded dutifully and left, though he looked as though he did not want to. For all his vows, he served Rhaenyra as much as he did you, and you needed this conversation to remain private.

Your uncle's chamber was homelier than you expected. The four poster was beautifully made with sheets that reminded you of a cloudless night, while an empty fireplace stood on the other side of the room, the hearth pristine of ash and soot. Aemond had seemingly been pacing the room with his arms woven behind his back, his eye trained firmly upon the ground, and you felt somewhat nervous to realise he had likely been doing so for quite some time. His doublet was of a purple so deep it was almost black, and his silver hair was finely combed and pulled back into a sleek tie.

“Uncle....s.” You couldn’t help but sound reserved as your eyes fell past the man to the table beside his window, to which Aegon sat in a brooding sort of way, a silver cup in hand. His presence came as quite a surprise, and you knew the way your face fell by the smirk that Aemond shot you. One of honour and mirthful understanding. The elder of the two looked your way for only a moment, his violet eyes unreadable, before turning back to face the window. You forced your gaze back to Aemond.

“Ser Trystin said you wished to speak with me. I must apologise, I would not have flown so long had I known.”

Aemond scarcely moved except to speak, regarding you cooly. You wondered what was behind that perceptive eye of his. “The messenger told us as such, do not concern yourself. Sit, please.”

Looking between Aemond's guarded expression and the table, you pursed your lips and did as he said. Even as you sat down opposite, Aegon's eyes did not meet yours, softly illuminated by the grey light streaming in through the window. You had seen the man since that night in the Kingswood, though only in passing. He had not so much as looked your way if he could help it, turning his back as soon as you entered a room. In all honesty, you weren't so sure you minded. The idea of speaking with him turned your stomach, for you simply didn't know what to make of it. A part of you knew you should have gone to him, thanked him for saving you. Another part half wished you could chew him out for being so cruel in the first place that you felt the need to flee for solitude. Aegon was both your downfall and your saviour.

The silence drew on rather uncomfortably and you were certain Aegon could feel his brother's eyes trained on him rather pointedly. You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to ignore how awkward you felt, running your thumbs along the thick scars on your palms. Eventually, Aegon cleared his throat, barely sparing you a glance. 

"You're.... recovering well, I assume?"

It did very little to ease the tension, but you gave him a brief, forced smile. "Slowly but surely."

Aegon nodded with pursed lips, clasping his hands together on the table. "Good... good."

Once again, the room faded into an unpleasant silence, and the beady glare Aemond gave his brother was more than a little off-putting. Despite his best efforts, Aegon eventually met his gaze with an air of frustrated finality. "I... must apologise for my..."

His jaw tensed and he rubbed his hands together, staring at a silver ring on his little finger. His speech was clipped and tense as though the words had to be forced out, though they did not sound necessarily dishonest. "For driving you away that night. I... was purposefully unkind."

You raised your brows, though tried to cover your surprise at his apology. “....Thank you.”

Aegon nodded, keeping his eyes down. You couldn't remember the last time you had shared a kind word with the man, if at all, and even despite recent circumstances, it felt bizarre. You were almost expecting the moment of weakness to be taken advantage of with a cruel comment from the man, and yet he stayed silent. You were both quite grateful when Aemond spoke up from where he still stood, apparently satisfied. 

“Well, now that that is settled, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know I did not summon you to make good with my brother. I have news.

“I had several goldsmiths in Kingslanding take a look at your necklace, and those with any idea at all of its origins said it was not local work, nor did they have any idea as to whose it was.”

“So your news is that there’s no news?” Glad for the subject to change, for you to have any reason not to look at Aegon, you raised a brow. Aemond began to pace before your little table by the window, and his brother still kept his focus on his hands.

“Not necessarily. The goldsmith that made your necklace is not from Kingslanding, nor is he likely situated here as of now. The pendant is new and unscuffed, so it was probably made to order and shipped or sent here. The one behind the sale, the one who paid Boras, is likely not a man of the Keep.”

And yet his information rang useless. “That still brings us no closer to finding said man.” 

“Are we not? We know the man is not of Kingslanding, nor is he situated in our home. That tells us you’re safer than we originally thought and that you likely gained his attention during your travels.”

“Wonderful," You sighed, pressing your thumb and finger to the bridge of your nose. You had hoped for more than this. "We have narrowed him down to one person in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms whom I might have met, or perhaps just been seen by, in the year I was abroad. But he isn’t of Kingslanding, so that knocks... 250,000 suspects and leaves us with... the 75 million remaining of Westeros.”

“It’s something more than you discovered, is it not? There is only so much I can do with a necklace.”

You couldn't fight that. There was no need for Aemond to help you at all; you knew he and his brother had no love for you and yours. It mattered little that you had unknowingly dragged your uncles into the sidelines of this mess when they had no obligation to assist you. Perhaps that was why you couldn't understand your uncle's motives, why they seemed so unclear. He was, at least in part, doing it for Aegon's sake, but the extent he had gone to was more than what was expected of him.

At least I now know I am safer than I thought.

“So you’re saying he’s not in the red keep... So how do you explain Boras’ part?” It was the one aspect that truly confused you. How did this unknown man find out about your little friend?

“Spies, likely, which means money.” Aegon finally spoke up, his voice gruff. He held eye contact with you for only a moment before looking back down. Purple had never been a scalding colour until now. “They had to have followed you into Kingslanding the night I caught you in the streets, so they must be good.”

You bit down on your unease around Aegon. The man had saved your life, yet you could still never put aside your history. Aemond showed no reaction to his brothers words, and you knew he had been told of the transgressions, yet you still flushed at a secret you had kept so closely guarded being strung out within your uncles chambers. “If he has spies working for him then they must have followed me from the outer walls of the castle. They could be inside as well; it is likely, in fact. No matter their trade, it's as easy to whisper as it is to wield a blade.”

“Which means you must be more careful. You cannot leave the keep again unguarded, that’s for certain. I wouldn’t go as far as to leave your rooms without protection, nor would I suggest you take any servants into your chambers that you don’t know well.” Aemond spoke dutifully, finally going still to look down on you. He was the picture of a perfect prince, his hands clasped behind his back, his eye narrowed in on you in such a way you fought not the shrink back under the gaze. His intentions may have been unclear, but his help, in principle, was not.

“(Y/N), I don’t believe that man wanted you dead. If he did, he would have sent someone more proficient than a peasant," Aemond continued in your silence. “He has the money for fine jewellery and spies, a sellsword would have been simple enough to acquire. He wanted to scare you, to send a clearer message than a pendant, and likely to hurt you with the knowledge of betrayal.”

“He couldn’t have known Boras wouldn’t have killed me. He very much would have done if not for Aegon." You didn't know why you flushed further at the thought.

“A chance he was likely willing to take. You’re royalty, as much as it pains me to say, and you're scarcely without a guard of some kind.”

You didn't bother to so much as sigh at the bite behind that comment. At least you knew Aemond didn't like you that much, else you would have been fearing for his mental well-being with how nice he had been as of late. Still, he had to suggest at your alleged bastardy. “Still, even if what you’re saying is true, assumed safety is not safety.”

“This person has made their affections to you clear. I’m doubtful they want you dead, just aware of their presence. There’s a chance they think you know who they are.”

You almost groaned at Aemond's subtle prying, as though you had any more of a clue now than you did when you last spoke. “If I knew who they were, I would have had their head by now.”

“We know that, but they don’t. They could be delusional, simple...” The man continued, perhaps thinking it would strike a match within you and you would suddenly have a name, a face, anything. He sighed when your face remained impassive.

“I wish I had more, but I don’t. I just thought you would like to know.”

And yet he had done more than any other, and certainly more than you were owed. You sighed, shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I appreciate it, truly.” You offered him a small smile which he didn't return. Aemond rarely smiled. Swallowing, you looked between the two men for a moment before pulling out your chair. With little else to say, you were overstaying your welcome and had much to debate alone. “I should go.”

In an act that must have surprised Aegon even more than it did you, his chair scraped from the table as well. He cleared his throat, a certain tension forming as you stared at one another. “I’ll walk you to your chambers.”

You couldn't think of anything you wanted less. Even with his apology, you couldn't be certain if you were more angry with his callous behaviour or guilty that you had been the cause of his first kill. “There is no need, I’m capable enough.”

“You’re not.” You gritted your teeth at his easy dismissal. “And even if Aemond is right in you being safe here, we should err on the side of caution.” 

Once again, Aegon was protecting you. The night in the Kingswood has been instinctual. It had been the only option. This was a measured thing, something that could be helped, something he did not have to do. You felt as though you were falling further into your uncle's debt and you did not like that at all. Still, it would have been improper to deny him. Your stomach fluttered.

“Very well.”

You nodded your thanks to Aemond for his help, which he returned stiffly, though you did not miss the wordless communication between brothers as you stepped past them. Those matching eyes glancing to one another, the marble expressions that betrayed little of what they were thinking to your simple eyes. A telepathy you had not a single hope of understanding.

Aegon joined you in the hallway, though you did not loop arms. The silence was a tense sort of thing, especially when servants would stop and bow at your approach. It felt oddly wrong to be beside Aegon without a single insult slipping from his lips. Like you were just waiting for some blow to fall that never came. The silence brought forth thoughts, thoughts you wished to have only in solitude, and more plainly put, guilt. A guilt that had been gnawing at you for days. It had been easy to despise Aegon when he had been nothing but cruel, but it was much harder when you only walked these halls still because of his actions. Eventually, it got too much.

"I must confess my apologies."

You kept your face forward, only glancing at him from the side of your eye. Aegon was as impassive as ever, though you noticed the barest twitch of his pale brows.

"Is that so?" He asked in a measured, gravelly voice.

"Aye." Taking a deep breath, you stopped outside of your chambers, knowing that if you did not say this now, you never would at all.

"When we... were younger I humiliated you. I know that. I-" Something hardened in Aegon's pale eyes at your words and it took a genuine effort to continue. "I was wrong, cruel even. I shouldn't have acted as I did, and I'm sorry. Truly."

Aegon was silent for more time than you would have liked. His face didn't change in so much as a twitch or flutter of muscle, but it was his eyes that haunted you. Harder than steel, and lovelier than lavender. "Why are you saying this now?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. Because... because you sacrificed a lot for me in the Kingswood, and I'm sorry. You owed me nothing, and I live still only because of you."

For all his pride, Aegon looked even more uncomfortable at your apology; the acknowledgement of your wrongdoings and his nobility. He had always been an arrogant man, yet he seemed to shy from your kind words where you expected him to gloat. His jaw tensed and his lips tugged a little like he was trying not to scowl.

"Let us forget it. I would rather not debate that night, or any others under your influence, if I can help it."

"Of course..." Your chest tightened. You had hoped that with his insistence to walk you to your apartments, he would have perhaps been a little more open towards your attempts at reconciliation. No matter your history, you could only look at your uncle now and see those terrified eyes above you, that silver hair glowing in the moonlight as he checked you for wounds. It seemed he was more than happy to forget the interaction happened at all.

There seemed no end to your naivety, and yet you still asked. "Could you... forgive me?"

Aegon's gaze darkened, and he looked up the hallway as though impatient to leave. "No. You made a mockery of me, but I was acting like a cock so I will not begrudge you entirely for it."

"And yet you do."

"I hated you a long time before that day in the training yard, princess. You know as much."

"Why? I was never cruel." You knew why, or at least you assumed, and it only frustrated you. Do my hair and eyes truly offend you so? Or is it at your mother's insistence that you despise me?

"No, but you flaunt all that which I do not possess myself, and I am not a kind enough man to put myself above it."

That much had you faltering. You were both quiet for a moment as a servant passed, and you waited for them to disappear down the corridor before speaking in a hushed, incredulous whisper. "You're envious?"

Aegon was unperturbed. "I was, once. Now, I'm simply..."

A faraway look came into his eyes for a moment as he stared at something above your head. The man seemed as cold as he did ponderous, a steeliness coming into his expression as he met your eye. "Do you have any idea how lucky you are? Your mother's love in abundance, your year travelling the continent without care or duty, the admiration of all even despite your plain features and mindless insolence?

"You are my niece, and yet you have a better birthright than I; the firstborn son of the king. Your mother was made heir over me, your mother was loved more than me or my kin, and it is more than like that you will take her place on the throne someday. Two lines of women adored that come to the throne before I." 

Aegon laughed, a sound without joy, and shook his head, as though the concept brought him some twisted amusement. There was a lot to wrap your head around in his words, a lot to debate upon. 

"Since when did you have any craving for the throne?" You asked, frowning. 

"I didn't, for I was never taught to take it. Is it not still a slight, an utter embarrassment, that I am the first true-born son in Targaryen history to not ascend the throne?"

Aegon's expression was as hard as stone, and unflinching still. You shrunk under the gaze. "I'm... sorry."

No, I'm not, why should I be? It is hardly my fault that you feel so slighted. I certainly didn't deserve your years of torment for it. Yet you said it anyway, and you weren't wholly sure why. Do I care? Or is he just intimidating?

"Don't be. It is of little consequence now."

Aegon made to turn, but he faltered with his back to you. All you could see was a short sheet of shaggy, silver hair, and it was no relief to finally be free of his imprisoning gaze. At least you then knew what he was thinking to an extent. Now it was entirely cold.

"I can't think of you as good, (Y/N). I can't. It would be too much for me to bear."

Your hand was on the doorknob, but you faced that wall Aegon had put up in turning from you, a frown gracing your brows. In your eyes at least, he had given you little reason to care for his opinions, even if you did owe it to him to try. "Why? Surely it would be better than this anger."

"If you're not a bad person, what does that make me? I've never been able to overcome my resentment of you for that day in the training yard and I doubt I ever will. If you're not a bad person, then I'm just bitter." Aegon looked over his shoulder and the look in his eyes wasn't cold or steely. It wasn't hard like iron or sharp as a Valyrian blade. He looked as he did when you were children. He looked like a boy. "I want to be more than just bitter."

There was such a raw vulnerability in Aegon's hard words that you faltered. You were not a good person by any means, but it only made his sentiments harder to follow. For a moment, you saw not a man overcome with arrogance or acidity. You saw someone so viciously alone that your heart almost throbbed. Someone who had been raised with a poisoned kiss to the brow, but never anything kind or good. Love did not surge through his body with his beating heart. It was a bloodless sort of thing, an empty thing. He was angry. Angry and cold and desperate to know that he was not as damaged as he had been made to be. That you were just as bad so that he was not alone in his bitterness. That, with enough encouragement, you could sink to his level and, for a moment, he was not alone.

You swallowed thickly.

"Very well, Uncle," You said, for what else was there? You didn't know if you had the right to protest that it was unfair to drag you down to his level at every opportunity just to prove a weak point. Aegon gave a short, curt nod, lingering as though he had something else to say, before turning from you. His footsteps rung out in the stone hallways long after he vanished from eyesight. 

Even as you entered your chambers, the smell of smoke and sage lingered, a warm blanket over your aching mind.

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[Image Description: Two women wading in the ocean and having fun. The shorter woman (left) has medium brown skin, dark blue hair with bangs dyed pink, blue, and red, and a golden naval piercing. She is wearing a maroon bikini top and blue and turquoise swim shorts. She is playfully splashing water onto the taller woman. The taller woman (right) has reddish-pink skin, long maroon hair in a ponytail, and burn scars on both hands and upper arms. She is wearing a pink one-piece swimsuit and a rainbow-colored sarong tied around her waist. She has her hands up in an attempt to shield herself from the shorter woman's splashing. The background is a view of the sky above and the open ocean extending out to the horizon. End ID.]

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“Yes, I was actually more concerned with whether or not the salt water and sand would irritate them.” She pondered on this for a bit. “Then again...thirty years of healing have passed...and they haven’t been bothered by soap for the longest time, so maybe it would be okay...” She clenched her fist in a self-assuring manner and, quicker than Kanti expected based on how she’d usually seen her do so, slipped her gloves off and gently tossed them into her bag. “All right!” she exclaimed. “I’m ready for the ocean!”

“Hell yeah, let’s go!” Kanti excitedly ran towards the ocean, and Ava followed with glee. They let out surprised squeals (and in Kanti’s case, more than a few swears) at the water’s unexpected chill, but not long after they were goofing around and splashing each other and having a great time.

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More 101 Smiles! I honestly do wonder how sensitive burns as serious as Ava's are would be thirty years after the incident that caused them. Or would it be the opposite, where that part of the body has been less sensitive than it initially was ever since due to, like, nerve damage or something? I'unno, I'm not a doctor, the only thing I know about super-serious burns is how the hot coffee lady's pelvic mobility was basically destroyed as a result of the damage and resulting skin graft necessity (and how her reputation was equally destroyed by the burger clowns, another justification for my years-long grudge against Ronald McDonald or at least the corporate goons who hide behind his not-so-friendly face), and my only personal experience with burns is stuff like pizza mouth.

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[ 6:20 pm ] “Um... I’m like eighty percent sure this is not how math is supposed to work” Ara groaned. She was lying on the floor near your bed with her face buried in her Calc textbook. “Ara, math stopped making sense when letters weaseled their way into equations.” You respond drearily, your head hanging in your hands. “I wanna do something fun” Ara whines tossing her book aside. “I don’t think school is supposed to be fun” “No one likes a buzzkill” She mumbles. You scoff and place a hand over your mouth dramatically. You were preparing a snarky response when someone knocked on the door. “I got it” you sigh, climbing off your bed.

You open the door to see Taehyung, a classmate and best friend of yours, leaning against the wall. His hair was a disheveled brow mess and his eyes were glistening with mischief. “No,” You state, almost instinctively “What? I didn’t even say anything” Taehyung whines “You don’t have to. That smirk of yours always means trouble” “That is so not true” “Remember when you dared me to go down that hill on a grocery cart?” You recall, raising an eyebrow. “Okay that wasn’t—” “Or the time you and I drank half a bottle of tequila before our final?” “Well, that time you participated willingly,” He replies, pouting slightly. “Then what about—” “Okay! I get it. I’m a terrible influence. But, this time it’s not so extreme.” You cross your arms across your chest, clearly not amused. “There’s a party at my dorm today” You roll your eyes and leave Tae at the door. You sigh deeply and make your way to your kitchen “You know I don’t do parties,” You say, taking a bite out of an apple “Party? Did I say party? I meant a small get together” Tae starts, his eyes searching yours for any sign of disbelief “Yes!” Ara yelled, running into the kitchen “Yes, we’re going,” She responds to Tae before turning to you and tightly grabbing hold of your shoulders “you’re going” “Wait, I—” “Cool. come by around 7pm” “Why don’t I get a say in this” You question. Ara sighs and shoves your apple in your mouth “We’ll be there” She confirms. “Great! See you later ____” He waves bye to you and Ara then walks out of your dorm room, shutting the door loudly behind him. “You’re supposed to be on my side” You moan. “No one likes a stick in the mud,” Ara quips “Now get ready. We’ve got a party to attend” and with a light smack on the ass she sends you off to get ready.

[ 7:03 pm ] You tug on the dress that stopped about an inch too high on your leg. “Hey, stop that you look hot” Ara insisted, swatting at your hands. You just couldn't help but feel self-conscious seeing all the people that had crowded into the dorm “I agree” Chimes a familiar deep voice. You turn to see Taehyung holding a red cup and a beer. He hands you the cup, a smile tugging at his lips “I can’t believe i let you two drag me into this. This is certainly not a small get together” You mumbled, snatching the cup from his hand and immediately taking a swig. It tasted like normal fruit punch but by the burn of your throat you knew it was definitely spiked with something. “Where’s my cup?” Ara complains “Go get your own” Tae snaps

“HEY EVERYONE NAMJOON IS STARTING A ROUND OF TRUTH OR DARE" Shouts a voice amidst the crowd “C'mon let’s go” Tae says, grabbing your hand “Tae no” you say, pulling your arm away “ ____,” Tae whines, pulling another one of his pouts. No matter how much you tried something in your just wouldn't let you resist his doughy eyes and pouty lips, “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to but can we at least watch??” You sigh, finally giving in. You look at Tae's still pouting face and the large crowd hearding around Namjoon then down the rest of your spiked punch. "Fine. But i'm gonna need another one of these before we start" Taehyung's lips curl up into a boxy smile as he giddly pulls you into the crowd.

"Truth or dare?" Asks Namjoon "Truth" replies a blonde haired boy. He was sitting directly across from Namjoon with a girl clinging to his left arm. "Is it true that you hooked up with Naeun... while you were dating Jisoo?" The color drains from the boys face "I uh... No comment" The girl on his arm gasps and storms away from the scene with tears in her eyes"Baby wait no it wasn't like that" Says the boys, quickly chasing after the girl. You chuckle slightly, eyes following the troubled couple. "See I told you this would be fun" Tae whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Without responding, you turn back towards the game where Namjoon was now questioning Jungkook, one of Taehyung's roommates "Truth or dare" "Dare" Kook replies, completely straight-faced "I dare you to steal a shopping cart and ride it down the hill by the art building" you gasped, knowing this dare all too well. Hell, you still had battle scars from your attempt at the dare "Do you want me to die?" Jungkook squeaks. Everyone laughs at the frightened expression on the younger boys face. "This is the first time i've seen him scared" Taehyung mumbles to you, his brow cocked in surprise. "Hey, you asked for a dare" Namjoon protests. The crowd starts to chant, their words starting soft and growing increasingly louder with every syllable "Do it, do it, do it, do it" "Aw what the hell." Kook says. He rises slowly and is carried out the door by a cheering mob.

"Truth or dare?" Asks Jimin, Taehyung's other roommate, his eyes locked with Ara's "Dare" She asserts, a brave smirk on her face. "I dare you to take body shots off of Bora" Ara rolled her eyes "Easy. Grab the vodka boys! And don't forget to take pictures, it'll last longer" Ara cries, raising her fists and marching to the kitchen as if leading a revolution. Most of what was left of the party guests followed her, eager to see the girl perform the sensual task.

"And then, there were 5," Namjoon said, laughing incredulously. “____. Truth or dare,” Taehyung asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Truth?” You reply. The alcohol in your veins made you daring but you weren’t drunk enough to put up with whatever wild dared Tae might’ve had in mind. “Do you want to kiss me?” Taehyung enunciated every word while staring at you with a straight face “... dare. I choose dare.” Taehyung glances at your lips and smirks. “I dare you to kiss me” Your breath hitches in your throat, was he being serious? “never have I ever” You say skeptically “That’s not the game!!” He cries “C’mon ____ a dare is a dare” Called Namjoon. Oh what the hell, you thought. You took a deep breath and leaned in, your lips colliding with Tae’s. You snake your arms around his neck as the kiss deepens. You could still taste the beer on his breath as you pulled away, slightly out of breath "Holy shit" You sighed. Taehyung smiles and pulls you onto of him, his lips colliding with yours again.

[a/n: hey there. This was made from a prompt for a friend so shiut out to her ig. If you guys ever have a promot that you wanted a blurb or fic for you can submit it as a post or msg it to me and I’ll try my best to fulfill ur request

also i typed this all on my phone so now my thumbs hurt and there’s probably infinite typos. Anyways enjoy (even though it’s kinda gross)]

[bubblepunk99s]

Pimpslayer Lucy AU

Alright seeing as I have been thinking about this since AC-fairytail came up with the idea, here’s a chapter of the legendary Pimpslayer Lucy AU. CW will contain one seen of attempted spiking a drink and one death. Moving onward! (PS I don’t own fairy tail)

Fleuve d'étoiles was living up to its name tonight.

Ever since its opening three months ago the club had garnered a reputation as the newest hot spot for booze and raves in the great city of Fiore. This ‘river of stars’ was rumored to be far more addicting than any narcotic or magic enhancer currently making the rounds on the black market. People kept coming back for more and on nights like this it was easy to see why. The dance floor was alive with energy as customers danced to the spiraling, untamed rhythm of magic music that changed to match each individual recipients’ personal taste. The dark ceiling was briefly illuminated by sporadic flashes of light, that blossomed into fully formed, multicolored lotus flowers which dissipated into a flurry of sparkling petals that fell gracefully down on the dancers. As the beat of the room intensified, the roof became alive with criss-crossing ribbons of stars that exploded into dazzling sparks. The display caught the eyes of nearly everyone in the room. Nearly everyone. Lurking beside the bar was a man with a violent shock of blue hair, his dark eyes fixed on the drinks of a couple of young ladies who were laughing and talking loudly among themselves. When they were distracted by the change in the display the man quickly stalked his way to their drinks, producing a packet of powder from within the recesses of his high-collared cape. In one swift motion, he poured this into the three drinks and quickly stepped back into the shadowed corner of the room, a smug smirk plastered on his face. Before the girls could return to their drinks, however, a line of light stabbed down from the ceiling and hit the man directly in the back of the neck. He froze and began to fall. But before he could hit the floor, shadowy hands came from the darkness of the wall and pulled him out of sight...

“Bora”

The man groggily awoke at the sound of his name. In a few seconds he realized he was bound to a chair, rope digging into his flesh and burning his skin. Looking around he could see he was in a small wooden room, bare save for a few well-stocked bookshelves and lit by a fire in an ornate jet-black mantelpiece that changed from one color to the next.

“Small time crook. You ran some numbers for the Titan nose gang back in the day but that didn’t work out in the long run. So now you try to abduct teenage girls is that it?

Reasserting himself, Bora could see a big chair positioned in front of the fire. On sat a woman. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that was wrapped in a side ponytail. In her hand she held a small golden key, which she was twiddling between her fingers and she was wrapped in a long white coat. She turned around and Bora was greeted with a moon shaped face wearing pitch black sunglasses. An x-shaped scar on the left cheek was ghostly white against her pink flesh.

Bora scoffed internally. Wearing shades indoors at night? This girl wasn’t shit. She probably thought it would intimidate him or something, but it was clear that she was just some gang princess- getting rich of daddy’s earnings and playing at being top dog for the night.

“Now” The girl continued “I’m up to my neck in all kinds of nasty shit. But if you think I’m gonna tolerate attempted assault on my turf, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Bora laughed out loud.  “Like I care. You can’t prove crap. No one saw me and the force round here is so crooked it’s a wonder their spine hasn’t snapped in half.”

Now the lady laughed, her voice high and cruel. “You think I’m going to turn you over to the police? Those incompetents? Sorry buddy but I prefer a more direct approach.”

In a flash she flipped her key into the air. Suddenly the room was full of golden light and Bora’s head was nearly split open with the sound of a massive clock tolling the hour. The last thing he saw before darkness took him was a bull-shaped silhouette and a descending fist.

“Thank you Taurus. You’re free to go now.”

The bull-man nodded and shimmered into nothingness, leaving behind one corpse with a caved-in skull

“Oh geez, really?”

Lucy looked up at the doorway. Standing there was a young women with brown skin and short dark green hair, wearing a purple jester-like hat adorned with the club’s mark- a river of stars wrapped around the globe. Lucy then smiled, happy to see her.

“Good work out there tonight Sue. That light show was top notch, but you still managed to strike this guy down. I trust the girls are OK?

“I had the staff dispose of those drinks. But what do you want to do with captain Creeper over here?”

Lucy adjusted her shades and glanced at Bora’s corpse. Immediately the lenses lit up with figures and statistics that danced in front of her eyes.

“Seems this guy had some magic left in the tank. Take him to the basement and drain him of whatever juice he has left. Then dump his sorry ass out on the streets. Let people know what happens when you send traffickers on to our turf.”

Sue shrugged. “ If you insist.” She then snapped her fingers and Bora’s corpse began to levitate. It followed her out the room. Lucy sighed as they left. To think that her opponents were getting cocky enough to send slime like Bora to abduct her customers. It was unforgivable.

Getting up, she looked out of the window on the far side of her room. Through it she could see the town of Fiore- vast, corrupt, indomitable. Guildhalls reached for the sky like stalagmites. The cathedral loomed in the distance, its prize window gleaming like a ghostly white eye. Closing her eyes, Lucy thought of the thousands conspiring against her- the gangs, the bosses, their power and their cruelty. As she did, her scar began to ache as her smile broadened.

That’s the first chapter! Never ever thought I’d write Fairy Tail fanfic, but hey first time for everything. For those curious, Sue is an anime-only character from Phantom lord. I liked her character and seeing as her specialty was light and mirror magic I felt it would be good to make her co-owner of the night club. Hope anyone reading enjoys it! And I am gonna say thank you to AC fairytail and others who proposed this insanity to begin with.