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jameui · 2 days ago

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR

PAIRING: ENHYPEN's Park Jongseong x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Fluff, Angst

WARNING: i guess some intense smutty action ✨, not proof read

SUMMARY: Park Jongseong. The name is known widely as the infamous fuckboy of the 4th floor in your apartment building. He insisted he shares a room with you for the night as he is being stalked. What's the worst that could happen?

Another night where you had your headphones on for a couple of hours now, knowing that your nextdoor neighbor was at it, again. Fucking horny boys and girls in his apartment room. In fact, it seemed to happen too frequently that you pretty much caught onto his schedule when he would start having his fun that you even had your alarm for it on just in case you forget about all of it.

Damn, Park Jongseong was one horny guy.

After that, he would throw them out of his room and leave them there almost naked, giving zero shits whether they would get fucked again on their way back home. Besides, it was just a one time thing. Practically, fuck and go. No strings attached. What a heartless guy, I must say. After taking advantage of their heart, he just leaves them as though they were just toys for him to play with.

But, of course, those were only the stories you heard. You knew Jongseong more than anyone can think.

Your eyes travelled its way up to the digital clock you owned above your closet after staring at your phone, scrolling through your feed to pass time. You saw that it was already half past six in the evening and that's usually the time when Jongseong would always finish.

You wanted to make sure first that he was actually done, pulling on one side of your headphones. When you thought it was finally quiet, you slowly took it off and sighed to yourself. "Finally."

You got off your bed to move to the mini fridge you have where you stored all your bottled water, since you loved drinking cold water rather than lukewarm. Soon, there was a knock on your door which got you feeling confused since you weren't really expecting any visitor.

You heard another knock bringing you to your front door to open the door for the person outside of your room. "Who is..." You trailed off when you saw your next door neighbor standing in front of you. "Jongseong?" You heard a loud bark from beside him, later noticing his pet dog that made you coo at how the cute creature looked like.

She was wearing a pair of sunglasses which you knew Jongseong had put on her himself while she wore a very cute shirt with the tag 'I'M THE BEST DOG' written on the back of it. You kneeled down to match the height of it and started to pet her, Charlotte, as you remembered it, wagging her tail happily.

"Y/N, can you do me a favor?" You heard the taller male speak out, you looked up at him with a smile. Jongseong looked like he was hesitating to say what he had in his mind to you, judging by the way he would stumble through his words or how he would open his mouth to say something only to shut them close and repeat.

Without looking at him you give him a soft laugh, all the while giving Charlotte the best belly rub who was now lying on her back. "Speak up, Park," you said, with Jongseong hesitating for the nth time. You paused for a moment facing up towards the other male, your head tilted over to the side a little. "I can't read minds, you know," You joked in an attempt to lessen what Jongseong is feeling.

Jongseong sighed, blushing due to his embarrassment. Your words were all that he needed, pushing him to tell you the tiny favor he would like to ask of you. "Well, you see. It's er... can I and Charlotte crash at your place for the night?" Jongseong stuttered a little, trying to compromise, thinking of the right words to make it seem less inappropriate. "It's very important and I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he quickly added.

You rolled your eyes at him, then standing back up knowing just how it had come to this. "Let me guess. Another stalker?" You asked him in a teasing manner, Jongseong immediately shaking his head in denial. You raised him a brow while crossing your arms.

Jongseong was still pressed on denying it, but the look on your face made him do otherwise. He could only sigh in defeat and hang his head low whilst nodding his head looking like a dejected dog, his shoulders slumped down. You gave him a pat on top of his head, practically on top of your toes.

You opened the door for him to enter, gesturing for him to get inside. "Come on in," you welcomed the male into your place, the blonde male replying with a muttered 'thank you' and a smile. Once he's settled inside, you close the door behind you. "Just don't use my apartment room as your new strip club."

Jongseong quickly snapped his head toward you and shook his head. "I promise you none of that will happen," Jongseong reassured you, while you took something out of your dresser's drawer. He hears a soft laugh from you, the taller male realizing that you were just teasing him, making him frown.

"I know. I trust you," you told him before you threw to him a spare key that you kept with you in case you lost the one you're currently using. You popped a loli into your mouth and sucked down the flavor of the sweets. "So, how'd you get in this situation? Again?" You asked him, walking towards your bed and sat on top of it.

Jongseong contemplates, before he looks back at you and your eyes stared back at him with full anticipation. He lets out a sigh. "Well, you see. Tonight, isn't that normal night," he answered, but you didn't completely understand what he meant to which you just stayed silent for, as a signal for the male to continue. "Believe it or not, I didn't bring anyone today because I'm having a test coming up tomorrow," he continued.

"That... still doesn't explain to me why you're getting stalked," you subtly persuade the male to tell you the leading cause of the unnecessary attention, but it didn't have to take any of that since Jongseong is willing to tell you everything. I mean, EVERYTHING.

He laughs softly at how impatient you are. "Just wait and listen," he mocks you in the most polite way possible, afraid that your attitude is brushing onto him. Though you don't meet often, you're the one who practically saves him from your lousy neighbors. So, it's starting to kinda reflect onto him.

You raised your arms and let the male do the speaking. "I asked to be recommended a tutor and found out one of the guys who applied is actually one of my past side flings. The same guy I told you about. The one who endlessly obsessed over me," Jongseong pointed out and you thought for a moment before you snapped your finger and points at Jongseong, your mouth agape in shock. "Yeap, yeah, exactly. I was shocked as well that he found any of my socials. It still got me thinking how he did it." Jongseong seeped air through his teeth, cocking his head to the side.

You got up from where you're sat and patted the male's back. "I may not be able to do anything about.. this. But, you'll be safe here inside," you stated out and went to pick up your towel from the rack to take a shower. "I'll only take a couple of minutes. I better not catch you peeking, Park,"

"Oh, god. Please." Jongseong scoffs at your cocky attitude, then he hears laughter from you before the door to your bathroom is shut closed. As soon as you got hidden inside of your bathroom, Jongseong hears the light taps of Charlotte's paw on the floor approaching him. She had something in here mouth. "Charlotte, don't go snooping around someone else's stuff," Jongseong gently told his pet dog who threw the item across the floor and let out a bark.

Jongseong looks at it confused. "What's this?" The male picks it up and draws it near to him. It looked like a pendant. Only it wasn't. He noticed the small crack around it, probably an opening and ran his finger over it, before it slowly opens and a music plays.

'Dear, don't fret. You are wonderful.'

It was a small holographic message. It looked too advanced, technologically speaking. Who could have made this? It's... brilliant. It feels like a memory locked in a device to help you remember. "This is... incredible. Don't you think so, too, Charlotte?" The female dog barks in reply and pants happily with her tongue out.

After a few more minutes, you stepped out of the bathroom with a fur robe on while you dried your hair with a towel. You catch the male staring, or admiring rather, at something and had a huge smile on his face. He looked very fascinated. "Whatcha got there, Jay?" The male didn't reply and continued to stare at the item. You chuckled.

You make your way towards him and only then that Jongseong is able to acknowledge your presence. "Oh, you're done? Sorry, I sorta got distracted by this. Whatever this is," Jongseong told you, the smile still etched onto his face. "It's so amazing," Jongseong makes a comment and your face splits into a smile.

You sat on the nearest chair beside the taller male and spoke up. "My dad made it for me," you shared to the male, whose mouth turned an 'o' shape in shock, turning his head to you. "He created it so I'd never feel homesick, but it only made it worse." You let out a light laugh, head hanging a little low, unable to look at Jongseong who found sympathy in you.

"You have a really great father, Y/N," Jongseong said with a soft smile. You lift your face up to look at the other male and decided that that was enough sentiment for the day and chose to tease Jongseong, again.

"And who told you to go snooping around my room?" You smirked, making Jongseong widen his eyes and point at his pet dog, who whimpers and lay flat on the floor while she covered her face with her paws, which you found incredibly cute as though she's able to understand your language. At this point, maybe she does. "I'm just kidding," you stood up from where you are sat and moved to your closet. You are about to get changed.

On instinct, Jongseong turns on his back and puts the pendant down on your table, but there is one thing he couldn't get off his mind. "I'm sorry. Y/N, just minutes ago, did you just call me 'J'?" Jongseong scrunched his face, not able to trust his ears. He might have misheard things.

As you threw on what you could see as cute in your closet, you replied with a hum. "Yeah, sorry. I should have thought first before I spoke. Does it bother you?" Your brows furrowed. You really had the the idea that you and Jongseong are already that close to be calling each other by nicknames.

Jongseong shakes his head in reply, but guessed you couldn't see. "No, not a even a bit," he answered. "It's just new to me, but I guess I'll get used to it eventually," he continued, before he heard the closet door close and the bed creak on your weight which could have only meant that you're done. "Are you finished?" He questioned for safety measures.

"Yeah. You can turn around now," you replied. Jongseong cautiously turns around, making you raise a brow. "So, you're scared of seeing a clothed body than a nude?" You scoffed.

"No, no. It's not like that. I mean you're a very close friend. And if I were to see you naked accidentally that would mean an awkward atmosphere around us," Jongseong full on explained and hearing that the male considered you as a close friend made your heart swell in happiness.

You propped yourself down on your bed with your hands. "Point taken," you told Jongseong. "By the way, if you didn't bring anyone with you tonight, then what was the noise in your room all about?" Your curiosity got the best of you as you looked over at Jongseong who had his lips pushed into a pout and a blush on his face.

Oh, it's those kind of days.

You breathed in air through your nose and tapped your feet on the floor. "Well, Jay. I have to stop by the convenience store. Anything you want?" You stood up to take out your wallet and fix a few things where your other important items are hidden.

The taller male lit up at the mention of having to go outside. "Can I come with you?" Jongseong asked, a little too excited. Almost like a kid who wants to go only for the car ride.

You turn to him, a big smile riding on his lips, before you return to securing your things. "Uhm, are you sure? Wouldn't that be a little dangerous?" You started to make your way to the clothing rack where some of your coats are hanging. "Considering you have a stalker that's on the loose," you stated to which made Jongseong knit his brows.

"Damn those pricks," Jongseong whispered under his breathe, still loud enough for you to hear though. He tried looking for excuses, but only found the shorts you are wearing. "And how about you? You can't possibly be going out with just that," he pointed out.

You looked down and faced him with an 'are you kidding me' look. "What about it? They're loose jersey shorts. You should be more concerned about yourself. You could catch a cold with what you're wearing. A tank top and thigh length shorts." you told him yet Jongseong was already on his way out with Charlotte. "What is up with this guy?"

In the end, even when you felt skeptical with other male, you still let him sleep over for the night. When you arrived, the male kept on insisting he stayed. The poor male looked shaken up by something you can't determine, so here you are in one bed with Jongseong who is barely in anything, but a boxer after you tried to resist him from sleeping on the floor and it made falling asleep hard for you.

It ain't helping either that you used to have a big fat crush on the older male when you first arrived here in this building. Keyword: USED. After you realized he had a fuckboy tendency and it just didn't seem quite right to you.

You let out a sigh and your eyes went over to the time on your clock. '2:31 A.M', it reads and all you could do is groan silently, your eyes clenched shut at your distress.

You opened the bedside lamp to at least illuminate a small portion of the room as you rubbed your stinging eyes. You feel so tired, but your thoughts are circling around your head endlessly like your own brain is trying to torture you, but you have no choice. You brought yourself onto this and now you have to pay.

You looked over to the other side to see Jongseong sleeping so soundly. Like a baby, safe in his mother's arms. At the sight, a small smile made its way up to your lips. "At least someone's able to get some sleep," you muttered out with a scoff, before you adjusted the blanket, so it covered him comfortably. He might be cold already considering that you put the temperature down a few degrees down, yet he still had the strength to get almost completely naked.

You watched him snore lightly. He looks so peaceful. Has he always looked this good in this light? You thought to yourself, as your gentle grin stayed on your face.

You gave a sigh and moved a few hair strands that got in the way of his face, but were immediately stopped by the older male who took ahold of your wrist which made you flinch. His grip was gentle.

You quickly averted your attention to his eyes which you felt started to bore holes into your skin. His face is dimly lit by the lamp on your table, but he still looked so ethereal. "Y/N, what are you doing to me?" His sudden question made you look at him confused.

He sat up from the bed, all the while the hem of the blanket falling to his waist which gave you a just right view of his structured abdominal muscles. "I... I don't understand," you replied to him, Jongseong sighing audibly loudly.

"Ever since you arrived in this building, nothing ever went well for me," Jongseong continued, that got you taken aback as you pulled your arm away from the male whose eyes lingered onto you.

You raised him a brow, feeling literally offended at what he had just said. After you let him spend the night at your apartment, this is the thanks you get from him? "Excuse me? Be at least grateful—"

"Let me finish," Jongseong cuts you off mid-sentence with a chuckle and you folded your arms on your chest and you gave him the stage, letting him hit the microphone with whatever he had to say. "See, this will sound weird, just giving you a heads up, but I just... I can't get it up," he stated.

You scoffed at him in disbelief. "And that's supposed to be MY fault?" For your entire existence you've never had a person blame you for their erectile dysfunction and hearing this from Jongseong—the male you only considered your friend right now—is blaming you that he couldn't get an erection because of you. That's just completely fucked up.

"Yes," Jongseong replied, rather more solemn than bluntly. Your jaw dropped at his reply and your instinct was to just kick him out of your apartment, but he looked like he had a lot of things going on inside his head. Before you could even reply, Jongseong faces you with a bittersweet smile riding on his lips. "Because I like you, Y/N. I've liked you since... I don't know, before we even started talking which was like almost two years ago. And I couldn't get you out of my head. I didn't want to make you feel sexualized or in any form, sexualize your image. I can't do that to you, Y/N," he said, ending with a tone that told you he is truly genuine and truly cared about you.

You could only look at him with furrowed brows, your mouth opened, but unable to make a noise. You were shocked, to say the least. In the middle of the night, all because Jongseong had a problem with his hormones, confessed to you out of nowhere. Who wouldn't be so surprised with that sudden news?

"Jay, I... uhm," you let out, hesitant.

"It's fine, Y/N. You really don't have to say anything if you don't feel like it. Besides, hearing a reply without much of any—" he is stopped the same way, but you've put a finger on his lips to make him go quiet.

"I don't need time to think about everything, Jay," you replied, a small smile on your lips. You trailed off, trying to find out how to start, but you thought giving it to him directly would be the best way. "I like you, Park Jongseong. Less than you think, though. Look, I don't know when it actually started, but it gave me the ick that you're actually a call boy, but I thought I would have done the same for a check," you laughed lightly.

"Uh, thanks?" Jongseong let out, one brow raised upward.

You sighed. "What I'm trying to say is that, I like you, Jay. I love your personality, I love the way you care for me, your dog, your family, or the way you'd always update me about—" Jongseong gave you no chance to finish what you're saying and spare you no time to adjust as he grabbed the back of your neck and planted his lips onto yours.

You were quick to process as you melted into the kiss, your eyes shutting closed while your hands instinctively found themselves in his soft bleached locks, your fingers entangled within it. Your heads and lips perfectly sync with each other, untamed thoughts circling around your head like a broken record. They were unruly, but it somehow made your heart feel full.

It's like on a winter night and you start the fireplace to warm the room. You don't even remember any sense dawning over you as you just let yourself in to the spur of the moment as though your whole life depended on it.

A few minutes in and Jongseong decides to deepen the kiss, as he slides one hand under the pit of your leg, rising ever so slowly as he lifted the bottom hem of the jersey shorts you wore, a soft moan moving past your mouth, the older male swallowing the sweet sound. You feel one side of his lips curve into a smirk, satisfied with the reaction he received from you.

You were probably gonna regret this later on; being treated like one of Jongseong's clients, but you wanted his touch. You NEEDED his touch. You craved everything he can give. You yearned for his warmth. You need him, in general.

It's like he's some kind of drug that made you suddenly feel addicted with one taste and you know for a fact that you'll never be able to get out of this sensation.

Jongseong nipped at your bottom lip, asking for permission. As a reply to his request, you slowly parted your lips for access. With not much time to lose, Jongseong (gently) delved into the depths of your wet cavern, cupping your cheeks as he started to search for your tongue.

Thinking the placement was uncomfortable, the blonde male repositions himself, so he's fully facing you, all the while never breaking contact. Your tongues danced together, both in different pace, but found a way to synchronize with each other, as though harmonizing.

Whilst your tongues played with each other, your hands went down to feel his biceps, which you found attractive with all the muscles surrounding it. Your fingers smoothly glided over the protruding skin of his arms, still too high on the kiss to even focus somewhere else other than the shape of his lips. It's like they were carved to fit yours perfectly.

For a breather, Jongseong was the first to pull away, breaking the kiss as you start to already miss the intimacy. Hearing a whimper unconsciously leave your throat, Jongseong chuckles. "In a second, angel. We still have to breathe, you know," he smirks. Right now, his sight of you just raised the gauge of his sex drive higher.

As everything had started to heat things up inside the room already, you could no longer wait. You're feeling hot and the way he looked so sexy just made you want him to just take you; make him claim you as his only possession.

While Jongseong tried to find a better position, you sunk down to become face to face with his clothed crotch. This went unnoticed by the male, not until he felt a shiver run down his spine when he felt your finger om the waistband of his boxers that he looks at you, while your eyes were already clouded with lust.

"Y/N, what are you—ah," he moans at the contact of his clothed member on your open palm, teasing him before you pulled down the only item that restricted you from its full glory, his cock coming in contact with the cold air of your room. "Shit.." The male let out when he felt your tongue line the underside of his cock.

"A-ah, Y/N. I didn't—ah," Jongseong sighed at the pure pleasure you were giving him. Out of pure desperation to aatosfy the taller male, you fit the tip of his thick rod in your mouth, which earned you a hiss from the blonde as a hand found its way on top of your hair. "Shit, Y/N, ah... stop teasing," He moaned, feeling your tongue swirl around his girth, the older male pushing his head back, feeling so much bliss.

Soon enough, your chest swelled with pride as you made a spur of the moment decision to take the whole male inside your mouth, while Jongseong hitched in place, an electrifying sensation running down his back. "FUCK!" He moaned out, unconsciously pulling at your hair.

You bobbed your head up and down, only then taking the few inches you could take inside your mouth (after a realization that he was too big to take whole) and jerked him off to compensate for it. Jongseong seeped air through his mouth, peering down at you only to see that your eyes was looking up at him as he had the perfect view of your lips perfectly curled around his cock.

He got more turned on by the sight of you and could no longer hold himself back anymore, raising his hands to hold onto the back of your head and forced his whole length inside your throat, which made you gag and choke, earning a satisfied whistle from Jongseong who chuckled and caressed your beautiful face. "I can see that you were trying, Y/N, but you weren't trying hard enough." The male smirked, then went on with his plan to assault your unaccustomed throat in a fast pace, tears forming in your eyes as they rolled themselves at the back of your head over the euphoria that Jongseong brought to you by constantly hitting the back of your throat.

"Shit, fuck," Jongseong cursed through gritted teeth, the vibrations of your moan only sending a satisfying sensation to his girthy dick, you knew immediately that he was feeling good. "So, you were waiting for this to happen all this time, huh?" He questioned you, not stopping with his erratic movements.

If you hadn't lost all your senses, you wouldn't have let yourself be treated like you're a thirsty slut, but the pleasure is unbearable and at any moment you felt like your mind will finally break.

Without thinking much about it, you nodded your head in reply and the smirk on Jongseong's face only grew wider. "Me too, babe," He said and continued on violating your mouth, resorting to a more inhuman speed and laughing darkly at how easily you submitted to him, liking the idea that if he ever felt pent he could easily just run to you and you'd just let him use you, but of course he wasn't a bad guy to take advantage of you. It's just an idea. An impossibly dream, if you must.

"Damn, angel. Didn't know your mouth could do so much wonder," Jongseong groaned, you holding onto his thighs for dear life, hoping your neck wouldn't break at how strong his thrusts were.

You knew how much Jongseong is capable of being rough with anyone, he literally goes down with any sex play—it's not eavesdropping, it's overhearing—but damn, you never knew him being this rough with you would be so fucking hot. Even having to experience it firsthand.

"Maybe we can do more than just this, Y/N. Weren't for us having to rest for our class tomorrow." It was nice of the male to think of your welfare, but it already reached this far and he'll let go with just a simple blowjob? You wished he's just joking.

Jongseong's pace went unbelievably animalistic, suddenly not caring about how you were now crying due to the pleasure, finding it fun how those tears stained your cheeks like they were the perfect decoration on your face, him abusing your throat with all the strength he had left until he started to convulse and buried his dick deep inside your throat and filled your mouth up with his cum, feeding you every last drop, not spilling anything as it ran down yoir throat.

He was a panting mess as he stared down at you, finding it adorable that you were so fucked up and was made a mess of by him.

He thrusts a few more time to ride out his high, before he caressed your cheeks softly, then pulling his now flaccid cock and puts a finger below your chin to lift your face up. "Not a single drop, darling. Open your mouth," He demanded of you, you complied as you opened your mouth with you tongue rolled out.

Jongseong, feeling satisfied, bent down to your height and kissed you on the forehead. "Well done, angel," he said, then fixed himself up and helped you up to your feet with a slight chuckle. "You're already weak to your knees? We still haven't even got to that part yet, Y/N," He teased you that immediately made you blush.

"Sh-shut up, Park," You told him, your voice a little hoarse, Jongseong being the reason why.

The next morning you woke up, with your eyes still feeling heavy and the memory of what happened im the middle of the night engraved in your head.

You soon realize that the bed was empty and the space beside you where Jongseong slept has now gone cold. It dawned over you like a bucket of cold water. "I should have known. I was just one of his clients," you mumbled to yourself.

"You're not a client, Y/N," a voice started from somewhere in the room, which startled you as you got up immediately and saw Jongseong by the window reading a book, in a bath robe.

Jongseong looks at you and you did as well. You were in different clothes. Did he get you changed? "I, uhm, I thought you left," you stumbled in your words. You didn't want to sound too desperate.

"I wouldn't. I would never," he replied, before he closes the book and approached you with I want to be your partner." Jongseong looks at you with his eyes full of sincerity and truthfulness. "If you're doubting my words, I'll prove to you by my actions. I will stop these vices," he stated out with determination in his voice.

"Jay... you weren't being stalked, were you?" You asked him which took the male aback. "You just wanted to spend time with me," you concluded that made him blush a deep red color. You found it cute at how he gets very flustered easily, before you threw your hands around him for a hug. "And I would have done the same if I were you," you said as the taller male, wrapped his arms around you to keep you close to him.

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coucouatoi · 1 day ago

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take it as a compliment | h.s.

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Warnings: smoking, swearing, light angst, making out

A/N: Got a request for Outgoing Harry/Shy reader and then this happened. I'm actually so in love with this so I hope y'all enjoy :)

Summary: Your band is out of a main singer after a petty feud. The hunt for someone new is pure torture, not a single audition has peaked your interests. None until he walked in.

"Next!!" your band's drummer, Maeve, exclaims with an exasperated tone. The person who was auditioning scurries off the small stage, too embarrassed to say goodbye. They were the 10th person to audition today. Ten people have gone on stage and tried to show off their singing skills but no one has been even remotely close to good. You're starting to suspect that all of these people are pranking you. There's no way that this many people are tone-deaf... Right?

You look back up when you see someone new walking on stage. Your eyes widen in surprise when you see who's next to audition. Harry Styles, the myth, the legend. He's a star member of the swimming team, captain of the rugby team, honorary member of the debate team and the most sought-after guy at your university. He is probably the last person you expected to show up for your band's audition... You don't even know if he can sing.

"This is going to be hilariously, so happy we are filming" Riu, your band's bassist, chuckles under his breath. You shrug with a small smirk, guess he wants to join today's humiliating compilation of failed auditions.

"Hello everyone, I'm Harry Styles auditioning for lead singer? I guess" he laughs at himself, now this is something you've never seen... a nervous Harry? Could this be an act??

"Don't sound too excited now" Maeve rolls her eyes, "What are you going to sing?" she clicks her pen ready to write the title down.

"October by Broken Bells" he speaks more confidently into the mic now. Your eyebrows raise, shocked. You would have expected something a little more mainstream maybe something currently in the top 10 chart or even an old classic. Riu presses the record button on his camera and rearranges the tripod to better capture Harry.

"Whenever you're ready," You say softly as you hope for the best, your behind is really starting to hurt after sitting for so long hopefully you can leave the auditorium soon.

The man onstage takes a deep breath before pressing play on the acoustic track on his phone.

Soft guitar strings start playing and only a few seconds in Harry starts harmonising with the instrument before the lyrics come in. And when they do... Your jaw hits the floor. The voice that comes out of his mouth would have been impossible to imagine. It's not a very vocally powerful song but requires a certain knowledge of music to get it right. He sounds beautiful and enchanting.

Riu, who's sitting next to you, shakes your arm making you turn your head to him. He mouths "What the fuck?" and you only nod as an answer completely bewildered.

He doesn't move around the stage or anything, just stands in the same spot and sings. Sings better than anyone you've heard today. Better than your past lead singer you're sure. His eyes are shut in what you have to assume is concentration but he could just be too nervous to look at you and your bandmates. His dark hair is pushed back out of his face letting you see his features, his furrowed brows and the sheen of sweat on the tip of his nose.

The song ends and he finally opens his eyes, gagging your reactions. You make sure that you've closed your mouth not wanting one of the first times he really looks at you for your mouth to be wide open...

"Do you write your own songs?" Maeve breaks the silence.

"I have some written yes" he answers quickly, a small jitter going through his body. Excited that he wasn't immediately shooed off stage.

"Is this a serious audition or are you just joking around?" Riu then asks having had enough of this long and boring day.

"Serious, I love singing" he nods quickly, "And I think I'm pretty good at it" Ah! There's the cocky attitude you've gotten used to from him.

Maeve grabs your arms from across the table tugging you towards her, Riu in the middle simply lowers his head closer to hear what's about to be said.

"What do you think?" She asks looking deeply into your eyes. You nod before answering already conveying your approval.

"He's really good guys, winning the UK universities competition good" You definitely see him adding a lot to your group. He's got the charms, the voice and the confidence to get you all the way to the finals.

"We're really accepting Harry Styles into our band?" Riu sounds annoyed but you know that he approves of this choice too...

Here goes nothing.

It's officially been two weeks since Harry has become your lead singer and he has not been on time for any of your practices. He's always got some elaborate excuse explaining his tardiness. More often than not he demands multiple breaks to go out for a smoke "Helps the vocals ya know?" he laughs before leaving the room. Maeve is one hair off of kicking him straight out but you've unfortunately entered his name down for the UK competition... and Harry knows this. Both of your other members have tried to reason with him, without success so they've told you that it's your turn to try, and try you will.

There's one hour left and Harry is out on another smoking break you choose this time to go out and attempt to talk to him. You haven't had many one-on-one conversations with him since him joining you. You're still intimidated by his status, his popularity, his reputation, his looks...

After leaving your guitar behind, you head out to find him leaning against the brick wall of your school, his head is tipped up and cigarette hanging off his bottom lip. You take a deep breath before walking up to him, mentally preparing yourself for this conversation.

"Is it your turn to tell me about the importance of punctuality, darling?" his lips form into a smirk as he hears your thick heels crunch the gravel as you move towards him.

"I guess so, the other two didn't work" you shrug leaning on the wall next to him. "Why did you audition if you don't care?" you ask him in a hushed tone, still surprised you have to have a conversation like this with him.

You don't see it but Harry's body tenses. Guilt flows through his veins and he looks at you but you're looking at the ground.

"I do care" is what he answers.

"I'm sorry but I don't believe you" You shake your head and finally meet his gaze, "Are you late for any other extracurricular activity you're part of?" your tone is unbothered but Harry feels it sting him, as if you insulted him... maybe you did. He thinks about it and... well he's not. He prides himself on being a stellar member of everything he's a part of.

"Why don't you treat us like equals? We are all part of the same team here" you add with a tilt of your head actually curious for an answer.

"I... Look, our other two members treat me like I'm lower because of how I act and who I'm friends with" he plucks the cigarette out of his mouth and stomps it under his shoe. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs, "I've gathered that you're the reserved quiet type but not one of you has tried to get to know me, why should I make an effort when none of you want me here?" with how rapidly the words are leaving his mouth you know he's been holding all of this in. You're stunned to silence.

"I don't feel welcomed so I'm not making an effort anymore" he walks away from you and from the building, "I tried to mend the gap by inviting all three of you over to my mates party last week and none of you showed... my message was left on read in the group chat" he looks at you and you don't see any malice or anger just... sadness? Disappointed? You're not sure.

His confession pains your fragile heart. He was trying, he had tried and your bandmates and yourself had only damaged the already non-existent relationship.

"I've never been to a party, I'm not great in crowds" you try explaining, "I barely even make it through our gigs, I'm always the first to go home" Harry nods in understanding, grabbing another cigarette from the packet he has in his pocket and lights it.

"Still could have said something... I know Maeve and Riu hate me so I guess there's not much I can do about that" he shrugs as he takes a drag. He's trying to brush off the emotions he just let himself have in front of you.

"I should have, I'm sorry" you mumble your apology still shocked that you've managed to get this far.

It's quiet for a few minutes. Harry focused on finishing his cigarette, seemingly needing to ease the tension he felt.

"I'll be better about my tardiness," he says after a while. You nod, smiling slightly when he looks over at you.

"Let me know when your next party is, I'll try and go" you offer, a peace offering between you and him. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Sure, darling" he stomps his second cigarette out and walks back over to you "Won't invite those two losers tho" he smirks at you before walking back into the building. You roll your eyes with a laugh and follow him back inside.

Harry S

10 Pleasing Road, Tomorrow 9 pm

See you there?

You

What should I wear? Should I bring anything? How many people are going?

Harry S

Whatever you're comfortable in, nope just yourself ;) And about 20 people nothing crazy

You

Okay, see ya

Oh god. You have no idea what to wear and you can't possibly ask Maeve or Riu for advice they'd need to know what you're dressing up for. You've been procrastinating your outfit choice all day. Your makeup is done dark and mysterious just how you like, your hair is up and out of your neck predicting that it'll be too warm wherever you're going but you're only wearing underwear... a matching set sure but not an appropriate outfit for a public outing.

You look at the time on your phone and your breath hitches, you're already past your maximum departure time... you're going to be late. This is not good. You contemplate texting Harry and telling him you can't make it but you want to have a better relationship with him you want to make an effort.

You find a long dark red floral dress that you haven't worn in forever and decide that tonight it will stop gathering dust. There is a slight chill in the outside air so you grab the crochet bolero Riu made you for your birthday. It's black with a ladybug charm in the center of it, she lands perfectly in your cleavage. You rush out of your room and out of your shared flat with Maeve before she starts asking questions. You slipped on your go-to heeled boots before running out of the building.

The address Harry sent you is, surprisingly, only a 15-minute walk away from where you live. Keeping a rapid pace is all you're focused on so you can make it with as little delay as you can. Being late gets your anxious gears running like crazy, your internal and external clock always chanting "Early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable!". You can thank your mother for that one.

You make it to the one-story townhouse at 9:28, you hear music from the outside and a few cars parked in the driveway and on the sides of the roads.

You breathe in and out deeply as you make your way to the door, calming your heartbeat and yourself. This is your first uni party, the first party that isn't family or Maeve/Riu related. Your first big girl party. It's nerve-wracking but also a little exciting.

As you're about to knock you realize the door is already ajar, you don't overthink it and head inside.

Turns out Harry had been pretty spot on with the number of people at this gathering. Doing a quick scan of the living room, after going through the small entrance, most people are sitting down, drinking and smoking different things. Only a few people look your way but they go back to their original conversations quickly, unbothered by another presence. You spot a table filled with different liquor bottles and mixers and make a beeline for it. Before you start mixing a drink for yourself someone calls out your name.

"You made it!" you turn your head and spot Harry making his way towards you. He's all smiles and bright eyes, he's got a beer in his hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I did, sorry I'm late" you grimace thinking about it again.

"Pff, no one's on time at a party" he waves it off before taking a drag, he blows it out away from your face and looks down at the empty cup in your hand.

"Why isn't there a drink in your hand, darling?" he asks you in mock shock. You shrug and gesture to the table, "I don't know what to make"

He nods and asks for your go-to spirit. Once you tell him he starts making a mix, only using the one liquor, finishing it off with a scoop of ice and a straw.

"Voila!" he winks as he hands you the now full cup. You take a sip and hum appreciatively.

"This is really good thank you" you smile in gratitude. Any worries that have been clawing at you since the moment you accepted to come are slowly disappearing. Harry seems genuinely pleased that you've shown up and that makes the overwhelming feeling large crowds give you dissipate. You should be able to stay like this for a while now.

"You look really nice, darling, I love your style" he lifts himself onto a stool, carefully not to spill his drink or drop his cigarette.

You can feel heat crawl up your neck and onto your face, not used to getting compliments. It's not that you haven't dated or hooked up with people but it's not something that just happens. Flirting requires a lot of energy from you, you're quick to feel embarrassed and shut yourself out just to process it all. Not that you think Harry is flirting or trying to get with you, he's just a socialite who's not shy to say what he's thinking.

"Just threw on whatever" you shrug avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure that's an understatement but nonetheless you look gorgeous" he winks as he takes one last long drag before putting out the cigarette in the ashtray next to him and then throwing it into a trash can.

He's quite captivating to watch; his eyes are dark, an attractive smirk is always present, and wavy hair moves around with him and his tattoos. God his tattoos! You knew he had loads just by having seen his arms but now his button-down is pretty much unbuttoned at this point. You see many more that you never knew existed and it's only making him more handsome. The butterfly on his sternum, the two swallows beneath his collarbones, the fern leaves peeking out of his jeans; a very dangerous and tempting combination. You'll let your imagination run wild later...

"Mh, so um what does one usually do at a party?" Ah yes, a very natural change in conversation! You go Y/N, you mentally mock yourself with a subtle shake of your head. Harry doesn't seem to mind the switch or notice your mental scolding because he answers truthfully.

"Depends what you're up to doing honestly, I know someone has weed somewhere so you can join the stoners..." you shake your head, not your vibe. "You can dance in the basement that's where the music is playing and people are grinding" You shrug at that option not completely opposed to it. "Or you could go in the yard and join one of the many drinking games happening" That is a good option for later in the evening.

"Take me dancing?" your voice is a little high pitched, not completely confident in yourself but you want to make the most of this. It's not every day you'll be doing this kind of thing.

Harry doesn't answer verbally but he does grab your hand and guides you. His grip isn't tight you could easily free yourself if you wanted to but you want to make it to the dance floor... and holding Harry's hand is quite pleasant.

As he had previously said, the dancing is happening in the basement. This is where you realize Harry is probably the worst counter you've ever met because in this room alone there are at least 30 more people. The space is huge and open; no walls just another makeshift bar, large speakers, some funky lighting and some overused-looking sofas.

Feeling brave you pull Harry towards the other people dancing, and he follows with no hesitation. The beat of the pop song is good and gets your hips moving quickly, you'll never admit it but cheesy pop music is your guilty pleasure. Harry quickly matches your moves, smiling as you dance together he almost looks surprised that you're doing this with him. When you realize you haven't let go of his hand you quickly spin away in a somewhat casual attempt to free yourself, not that the handholding was bad. You just don't want to make him uncomfortable or maybe get anyone he's into at this party to think he's unavailable. The thought of him leaving you right now does make your skin crawl but you focus on dancing back towards him to finish your super duper casual and unnoticed freeing.

"You're a natural, who knows under all that eyeliner and glitter you liked bubblegum pop" Harry jokes as you get close to him again. You laugh and shake your head.

"It's all a distraction, Styles, I'm good at distractions" You wave your hands in front of his face with a spooky witch tone of voice.

"I don't doubt that..." he grabs your hand again and pulls you close to him, careful not to spill either of your drinks.

You feel the heat of his palm travel all the way up your arm and down the other. He's now deliberately taken your hand twice. Twice in the same hour. Hell in the same 5 minutes! God, he's so intoxicating. Your friends would not approve of the thoughts you're having. Riu would scream bloody murder and Maeve... Maeve would never look at you in the eyes again.

You chug the remainder of your drink and toss your empty cup onto a nearby table, you mentally apologize to the person who will pick that up later. Harry follows your lead and places his now free hand on your waist pulling you even closer to him.

"What do you think of the party so far?" he leans into your space even more, softly asking his question right next to your ear. You hum first as you angle yourself towards his own ear to answer.

"Not as crazy as I've seen them in movies or TV shows... but I think I watch too much American television" You laugh at yourself but you quickly still when you feel Harry's lips touch your ear.

"What? You're missing some cheesy games and making out with strangers" he teases you, tightening his hand grip on your waist.

"Something like that yeah, ha" Your breath is quick and uncertain. Overthinking how you're even supposed to breathe normally because you know Harry hears and feels your every breath.

"Mh, let me satisfy your wishes then" he pulls back and winks. "Hey!", he exclaims, "Anyone wanna play truth or dare?" at his question many people cheer affirmatively and he drags you towards one of the couches where everyone else follows suit.

The couch you're now sitting on has obviously been occupied by many other butts and now your own but you try to get that thought out of your head.

"You go first Haz, you initiated" you hear someone with a thick accent say.

"Fine, fine... who wants to ask me?"Harry playfully rolls his eyes as he leans back, his arms splayed across the top of the couch.

"Truth or dare?" someone new calls out.

"Truth let's keep it tame for now" he answers the crowd. You hear some people whisper to each other, debating what question they should ask now that they have free will.

"Did you actually fuck Olivia Flores while she was dating your mate Niall?" a high-pitched voice calls out. Harry rolls his eyes and breathes out deeply.

This rumour had spread all over the school through all clicks and social groups. Olivia was the most beloved student you could think of. She loves speaking with anyone and everyone, she volunteers every other day, and she's never in a bad mood or at least never lets anyone see if she is. The only time that you've ever seen her smile gone was when the rumours started. When everyone was whispering about her cheating on her boyfriend with his best friend. Niall is basically the embodiment of a golden retriever and people took the news of him being cheated on very badly. She denied it endlessly and tried to get people back on her side because her friends ended up turning on her. Harry and Niall both denied the rumours but there was no stopping everyone else from saying what they wanted. Especially after their break up and her decision to switch schools...

"I've said it a million times before, no. Never. I never have and never will because I know how much they still care for each other" he clicks his tongue at the end, annoyed at the question.

Some questions still cross your mind but you decide that his answer is enough. You choose to believe all three of them in this, that their denial is truthful and that Niall and Olivia breaking up after had nothing to do with the rumours.

"Y/N, in honour of your request, truth of dare?" Harry brings your thoughts back to the present, where everyone is now looking at you... analyzing. These people don't know you so you let them watch you even if it makes your skin crawl.

"Dare" might as well go past your boundaries even more. You're getting to know a whole new you tonight, it's exciting.

"Kiss me" he murmurs close to your ear, having leaned into your space. You chuckle pushing him away playfully.

"Come on! Be serious this is my first party game!" you poke his chest with your nail and squint your eyes. He can't just tease you like that! Pfff.

"Serious? You don't think I'm serious" he tilts his head to the side. His expression is unreadable and it makes you question whether he's being a goof right now or if he really wants to kiss you. Why would he want to kiss you out of anyone here?

You roll your eyes and push his face away from you. He looks shocked for a moment before letting a breath out, it almost sounds disappointed... can air sound a certain way? You're definitely overthinking this.

"A real dare please!" you squint your eyes at him in a playful manner. He shakes his head at you with a crooked smile, he's bewildered but you don't know that. You don't know how much he yearns for you right now. How much you attract him or how much it means to him that you're trying. Really trying to know him and make him your friend.

"Fine, I'll settle for the cheek" he winks and points to his right cheek which is inches away from your face.

You assess his expression, he's smirking again obviously happy that his teasing is affecting you. Ever so slightly furrowing his brows in worry that you'll reject that too. So. In honour of your first-ever big girl party, you do it. You kiss his cheek and you play dirty a little bit. Pressing your lips right to the corner of his lips. Right where they merge into the skin of his face.

"There! Now who's next?" you exclaim excitedly turning back to the group of people. A girl you don't know raises her hand and you dare her to do a shot of her least favourite alcohol. She walks off in search of it and your head is turned back towards Harry by a gentle hold on your chin.

"You're such a tease, gorgeous" his voice is soft but rugged almost sounding bothered by something... by someone?

"How so?" your lips form a small smile as you take a sip of your beer, you're conveniently sat next to a cooler full of them.

"You're irresistible" he replies with dark eyes, the hand on your chin moves to your cheek. The tips of his fingers tangling in your hair almost scratching at your scalp.

You don't completely understand how he's saying that about you when he looks the way he does. His hair is falling gorgeously onto his face as he looks at you, his eyes are dark and inviting, lips parted and numerous tattoos still on display.

"What are you going to do about it?" Wow! You're feeling brave tonight good on you! It might be the drinks you've been working at starting to make the anxiety you previously had melt away. Making the nerves calm and the fear of embarrassing yourself much less important.

"What do you want me to do about it?" his lips brush your own as he whispers his answer. You hadn't realized how close you'd gotten to each other; your chest is pressed to his, thighs seemingly glued together at the side, hands holding onto whatever part that isn't yet connected...

Before you can answer and quite possibly take him up on his first dare, your phone rings in your lap. You jump in surprise but Harry's strong yet gentle hold on you doesn't waver, he keeps you close to him. You glance down at the screen and see that Riu is calling you, the terrible selfie he took for his contact picture staring back at you. He has the habit of "stalking" you and Maeve on the Snapchat map, he says it's to make sure you're all in your usual spots. And... well... right now you're definitely not in one of your usual spots.

"Are you going to answer?" Harry asks with a slightly annoyed tone. You look at him again breaking eye contact with Riu's picture. You shake your head and take a deep breath, encouraging yourself. Harry's eyebrow raises in confusion but before anything else can be said you surge forward. You connect your lips to his desperately, forgetting everything else around you.

Harry's hand, the one that was on your cheek, reaches to the back of your head and pulls you closer. Deepening the kiss more than you thought possible. His other hand wraps around your waist and pushes you forward making your chest completely stuck to his. Your hands busy themselves as well, your right one tangles into his curls and your left grabs onto his forearm almost in an attempt to brace yourself. His tongue meets yours making you moan in pleasure. Who knew making out with someone could feel so good?

Harry doesn't stop, not for one second, as if he'd been wishing to do this for a while. He has but you obviously don't know that. He's been interested since his audition, he had seen your band before but never interacted. He always thought you were gorgeous but never had a chance to see if there could be any chemistry between you both. And now? Lord.

Someone around you hollers and it snaps you out of the bubble that surrounds both of you. You jerk away from Harry putting as much distance between you as you're able to on the otherwise cramped sofa.

"You two better go off to somewhere more private before we all need to bleach our eyeballs" The person sitting next to Harry laughs as he nudges him on the arm, shaking both of your bodies against each other. Harry shakes his head and playfully punches the person but you stare at him shocked. Shocked that you were just fully making out with him, shocked that he wanted to make out with you... Shocked that you're kind of wishing it kept going.

When Harry's head turns back towards you, you can't help but meet his gaze. Your own eyes are wide and just now getting back to focus, they had gone hazy with want but you won't admit that to yourself just yet.

"Let me walk you home? I know you have an exam first thing in the morning tomorrow" He asks sincerely, wanting to make sure you don't miss any essential studying you might want to do.

"Um, sure, a party on Wednesday is weird..." You shake your head in thought now just realising that you had completely forgotten about the test.

"Makes hump day less humpy I guess" he shrugs with a teasing smile before standing and helping you up off the sofa.

The walk back to your flat is entertaining. You get to know your new bandmate even more, truly getting to know him as a person. You share about yourself as well not wanting the conversation to seem one-sided. Turns out drinking a little alcohol makes you chatty.

Somehow, your left hand has interlocked with Harry's right one. How and when this happened you're not sure all you know is that you've had a painfully obvious blush on your face and neck ever since. You don't attempt to break the hold because... well... you really don't want to.

"Well, this is me" You turn to face Harry as you speak. You gesture to your complex vaguely still wanting to talk with him.

"Mh, quaint," he says without even looking at the building.

"Guess this is goodnight then" Your lips form into a small pout, disappointed that you have no real excuse to stay around Harry anymore.

"Guess so... I'll see you at practice tomorrow?" his hand tugs you towards him gently, leaving only inches between you. You bite your lip and nod as an answer all words having vanished from your mind. He smirks and bends down to press his lips on yours one more time. This kiss is much different than the one you previously shared, this one is only a short peck barely even qualifies as a kiss. You instinctively follow when he parts from you desperate for a real kiss.

"What's wrong pretty?" he's teasing you and you know it.

"Kiss me properly... leave me regretting coming back home to study instead of staying at yours" There's a sentence you never imagined yourself saying. You're feeling like a completely new you. Maybe it's the liquor in your system but Harry stops the nerves and the overthinking that's always going on in your head. He feels like a breath of fresh air and that is so fucking hot.

Harry doesn't hesitate to reconnect your lips again for a real kiss. He bites and drags your bottom lip towards him you moan at the feeling, quickly wrapping your arms around him to deepen the contact. Your tongue meets his between your mouths, it's not a battle, feels like they've been waiting to reconnect since they parted ways at the party.

"You're so hot Y/N" Harry practically moans out before slamming his lips back against yours.

Kissing someone has truly never felt this good.

The exam you only spent about 45 minutes studying for ended up being a total breeze as it was open book. Your nerves had immediately vanished when you'd stepped into the auditorium and read that on the board. But now your nerves are back up as your final period is about to end. Band practice is after this. You'll have to face Harry in front of both of your other friends... who have no idea that you've made out with the new member... twice.

Harry hasn't stopped messaging you all day thanking you for giving him a chance again and asking if he could take you out after practice. You haven't answered yet, every time you try to write one up your fingers word vomit and you end up deleting your drafts. You want to say yes to him but you feel like you might be braver telling him face to face.

When you hear your professor announce that he's dismissing you early you practically jump out of your seat. This could be the perfect opportunity to go see Harry early. He's been done with class for about an hour now and is already at the auditorium waiting so you rush over. You don't take the time to put away your pencil case or your notebook, keeping them in your hands as you make your way.

"Hope you haven't been ghosting me, sweetheart" Harry calls out immediately as you walk into the auditorium. He's lying down on the edge of the stage, a leg hanging off the side with his phone in hand above his head. He doesn't turn to look at you but you can't blame him so you're quick to walk to him ready to explain yourself.

"I wasn't I swear! I just kept overthinking my answers... thought I'd have an easier time answering in person" you tell him as you put down your things on one of the seats.

"Understandable, things can be more complicated to convey through a screen" his answer lifts a weight off of your shoulders. You were so worried he wouldn't understand.

"So, I'm glad you gave me a chance to get to know you" you start, "I know we weren't very welcoming and I'm sorry" You tentatively place your hand on Harry's chest, between both of his pecks.

"It's okay gorgeous, I know it's cause you were just so intimidated by my hot bod" he lightens the mood with his joke and you're so grateful.

"Mh, sure" you tease him with a shake of your head.

He gasps in mock offence batting your hand away from his chest. You laugh at his antics,

already thinking up your next answer. Harry doesn't let the hand that was on him go far grabbing it and tugging you closer to him.

"As for your other texts... I'd really like to go out with you later tonight" Your voice turns very weak at the end of your sentence, shyness taking over. Harry chuckles and tugs you to him again.

"You're so cute, darling" he smiles softly, "I'm glad I didn't scare you off" his free hand reaches out and wraps around your neck to cup your nape. He pulls your face down to his kissing your lips, once, twice, thrice...

"Riu and Maeve are going to be so confused when I tell them" you chuckle. Your friends might actually faint when you tell them you're going on a date with the Harry Styles.

"Let's just let them walk in while we kiss, easy way to announce it," he says with a wink. You smile and bend back down to lock lips... addicted to the way he feels.

"Or, you could write a song about how good kissing me is" you joke as you whip your hair backwards in an attempt to joke. Harry, however, takes your suggestion seriously.

"I've already got five written in my head, six if you kiss me again right now" And who are you to deny helping his creative juices?

You do end up shocking Maeve and Riu with your "very inappropriate spit swapping" Maeve's words, not yours.

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To Win a Princess (coming to light)

- Summary: Once you come of age, the realm seeks to curry the King's favor once more by seeking a hand of his younger daughter. You.

- Paring: targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Previous part: stolen moments

- Next part: to refuse a dragon

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The echo of Tyland’s boots on the stone floor of the Red Keep’s corridors is a steady rhythm as he makes his way to the small council chamber. His thoughts are focused, and his demeanor calm, though his mind occasionally drifts to the secret he holds so close to his heart. The week has passed smoothly, with no outward signs of suspicion from those around him, but in the Red Keep, secrets are as fragile as spider’s silk—and just as easily tangled.

As he nears the council chamber, a quiet voice cuts through the stillness, halting him in his tracks.

“Lord Tyland.”

Turning, Tyland meets the sharp, penetrating gaze of Lord Larys Strong. The man is in a shadowed alcove, his expression unreadable yet bearing that subtle, unsettling intensity that Larys wields like a blade. He moves forward, his limp giving his steps a soft, uneven rhythm, yet his presence carries an eerie weight.

“Lord Larys,” Tyland greets, keeping his voice neutral, his gaze calm. “A pleasant surprise, seeing you here before the council meets.”

Larys inclines his head slightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Indeed. It seems I find myself in the right place at the right time.” His gaze sharpens, and there’s a faint gleam of something curious, almost predatory, in his eyes. “Or perhaps… the right place to encounter the right people.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow, his expression politely attentive, though his instincts warn him to tread carefully. “You speak in riddles, Lord Larys. I would assume the council chamber is precisely where one would expect to find the councilors.”

Larys chuckles, a quiet, unsettling sound. “Quite so. But it is not the council alone that interests me.” He pauses, his gaze slipping to Tyland’s face, lingering as though searching for something beneath the surface. “I have observed, Lord Tyland, that you’ve taken… a rather keen interest in certain matters of the court lately.”

Tyland’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, though he maintains a neutral expression. “My duties require a certain attentiveness, Lord Larys. I would hope that is true of all who serve the council.”

Larys tilts his head, his gaze sly. “Oh, of course. But one cannot help but notice when a man’s attention is… especially focused. Especially when such focus falls upon matters of a more personal nature.”

A faint chill pricks along Tyland’s spine, though he holds his composure, meeting Larys’s gaze with steady calm. “If you’re suggesting something, Lord Larys, I encourage you to speak plainly. I would hate for there to be any misunderstandings.”

Larys’s smile widens, though it remains as enigmatic as ever. “Plain speech can be so limiting, wouldn’t you agree? I find there is often more truth in what is left unsaid.” He pauses, letting his gaze drift over Tyland’s face with a thoughtful air. “For instance, when I notice a man casting discreet glances toward… certain young ladies of the court. Such observations can say quite a bit without a single word.”

Tyland’s jaw tightens imperceptibly, but he responds with a carefully measured tone. “If I have cast any glances, Lord Larys, I assure you they have been entirely appropriate for a man of my station. One cannot avoid seeing members of the court.”

“Ah,” Larys murmurs, nodding with feigned understanding. “Entirely appropriate, then. Of course.” His gaze lingers on Tyland with an intensity that feels like fingers pressing against a wound, searching for a reaction. “Though I do wonder… would such appropriateness extend to, say, a certain princess? A princess who, herself, has been the subject of much speculation regarding her… alliances?”

Tyland holds his ground, his face impassive though his mind races, carefully choosing each word. “Princess Y/N is a member of the royal family. Any interest in her alliances is to be expected, given her standing. It would be strange if there were not speculation about her future.”

“Strange indeed.” Larys’s voice is soft, almost musing, but there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes as he watches Tyland with unnerving patience. “Yet, some speculations bear more weight than others. And some… well, some draw a man’s attention quite strongly, wouldn’t you say?”

Tyland’s voice remains steady, his gaze unwavering. “It is the duty of every nobleman to consider the future of the realm, and the royal family’s alliances play a significant role in that future. I would think that’s true for every man on this council.”

Larys gives a slight nod, as though considering this. “True enough,” he concedes, though his eyes remain fixed on Tyland’s face, still searching, probing. “But I find it fascinating, Lord Tyland, that your interest in such matters seems… singularly dedicated. It’s rare to see such focus from a man otherwise known for his reserve.”

Tyland tilts his head, his expression a mask of mild confusion. “I assure you, Lord Larys, my focus remains as broad as my duties require. Any insinuation otherwise is simply that—an insinuation.”

Larys smiles, his eyes narrowing with a kind of dark amusement. “Perhaps so. I wouldn’t presume to suggest otherwise. Still… the walls of the Red Keep have eyes and ears, as you well know. Secrets can be so… fragile, can’t they?”

Tyland’s face doesn’t falter, though he feels the weight of Larys’s words pressing down, like a blade hovering just above his neck. “That’s true, Lord Larys. Which is why I take great care to ensure that there are no misunderstandings regarding my intentions.”

Larys chuckles softly, his gaze alight with a mix of admiration and intrigue. “Ah, you are a careful man, Lord Tyland. I do appreciate that.” He pauses, leaning in ever so slightly. “But even the most careful of men can sometimes… leave trails. Little hints. Whispers.” His voice lowers to a murmur, each word dripping with veiled meaning. “Especially when some matters become… matters of the heart.”

Tyland meets Larys’s gaze head-on, a faint smile touching his lips as he matches the other man’s tone with equal subtlety. “I would think, Lord Larys, that such matters—if they exist—are best left unspoken. Especially when they involve people of great importance. Surely you agree that idle speculation can be dangerous in a place like this.”

Larys’s eyes glint with satisfaction, a hint of victory as though he has gleaned precisely what he wished from the exchange. “Of course, Lord Tyland. Silence, after all, can be the most eloquent language.” He tilts his head, offering a small, mocking bow. “I shall leave you to your duties… and your careful observations.”

Tyland nods, his tone cool but polite. “Thank you, Lord Larys. I trust you’ll remember the value of discretion, as any man of your position would.”

Larys’s smile widens, his gaze lingering on Tyland for one last, chilling moment. “Oh, I am always discreet, Lord Tyland. Rest assured, I am simply… observing. Enjoy the council meeting.” And with that, he turns, his uneven steps echoing down the hallway as he slips back into the shadows.

The small council chamber is filled with the low murmurs of lords and advisors, each seated around the table as they review the pressing matters of the realm. Tyland takes his seat, his expression calm and attentive, though the lingering discomfort from his encounter with Larys remains, gnawing quietly at the back of his mind. He keeps his gaze forward, focusing on the discussions, hoping to silence the unease that Larys’s subtle insinuations have left him with.

Viserys presides over the meeting, his gaze moving between his advisors with a mixture of patience and weariness. Lord Jasper Wylde brings forward concerns regarding trade routes in the Reach, and Grand Maester Mellos delves into the growing need for more grain stores to prepare for the coming winter. Each matter is met with careful deliberation, and Tyland contributes when called upon, his mind slipping into the familiar rhythm of council duties.

But as the final matters are concluded and the council begins to settle, Otto Hightower clears his throat, his gaze shifting meaningfully toward Viserys. His expression is composed, though there’s a glint of calculated intent in his eyes.

“Your Grace,” Otto begins smoothly, his voice carrying a measured politeness. “If I may, I wished to address a more personal matter. It regards Princess Y/N… and my son, Gwayne.”

Viserys sighs, a look of mild exasperation flickering across his face, though he nods for Otto to continue.

Otto’s gaze flickers briefly to Tyland before he focuses once more on the King. “It has come to my attention that, yet again, the princess has refused Gwayne’s latest courting gift. A beautifully crafted piece of jewelry, fit for a lady of her station… and yet it seems she found no favor in it.”

There’s a subtle emphasis in Otto’s tone, a touch of disappointment mingled with a father’s frustration. The other councilors exchange looks, a few raising their eyebrows, as though finding the matter amusing or perhaps indicative of some youthful caprice on the princess’s part.

Viserys rubs his temple, clearly worn by the ongoing matter. “Yes, I’m aware,” he replies, a touch of resignation in his tone. “Y/N has her own mind, Otto. Perhaps Gwayne’s gifts simply don’t appeal to her.”

Otto inclines his head, though his expression remains mildly critical. “Of course, Your Grace. And while I respect her autonomy, I would hope she understands the respect and devotion my son has shown her. He is, after all, a suitable match, one of honor and loyalty. It would not do to disregard such a connection so… lightly.”

A flicker of irritation rises within Tyland at Otto’s words, and before he can rein it in, he finds himself speaking, his tone sharper than intended. “The princess is well within her rights to choose whom she accepts gifts from, Lord Hand. Refusing a trinket does not mean she lacks respect for Gwayne, nor does it make her ungrateful.”

The room falls silent, a stillness settling over the council as every eye turns toward Tyland. The fervor in his words, the defensiveness, is unmistakable, and it’s clear that his reaction is far more intense than the situation may warrant. Tyland catches himself, realizing too late the heat in his tone, the way it must have sounded. He clears his throat, attempting to mask the sudden tension in his voice.

“Forgive me,” he adds, his voice calmer but more guarded. “I merely meant that the princess should not feel obligated to accept every gesture, simply out of courtesy.”

Otto’s gaze sharpens, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies Tyland with a hint of suspicion, as though noting the unusual passion in his defense. There’s a flicker of curiosity in his gaze, a subtle glint that suggests he’s already weaving implications in his mind.

Grand Maester Mellos coughs lightly, breaking the silence, though his gaze also rests briefly on Tyland before he turns back to the King. “The young princess is indeed entitled to her preferences, Your Grace. Matters of the heart can be… delicate.”

Jasper Wylde chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood. “Aye, let the girl have her own mind. It’d do no good to force her hand, even for the finest of gifts.”

But Viserys, who has been watching Tyland with a thoughtful expression, finally speaks, his tone measured, though there’s a hint of curiosity in his gaze as it rests on the Lannister lord.

“Thank you, Tyland,” Viserys says slowly, his words carrying a subtle weight. “For defending my daughter… even if with a rather unusual fervor.”

Tyland feels the weight of Viserys’s gaze, the King’s words settling over him with a quiet, pointed awareness. There’s a glimmer of understanding in Viserys’s eyes, an unspoken curiosity that seems to linger, though he does not voice it aloud.

Tyland inclines his head, keeping his expression carefully composed. “Of course, Your Grace. I simply believe the princess deserves the freedom to make her own choices, without undue pressure.”

Viserys nods, a faint smile touching his lips, though his gaze remains shrewd, as though he’s seen more than Tyland intended to reveal. “As do I, Lord Tyland. I appreciate your… loyalty to her.”

Otto, though outwardly composed, watches the exchange with a slight furrow in his brow, his eyes flicking between Viserys and Tyland with a calculating gleam. He clears his throat, his tone smooth as he addresses Viserys once more. “Your Grace, of course, the princess’s wishes are paramount. Gwayne’s intentions remain sincere, though I am certain he would respect her decisions… whatever they may be.”

Viserys nods, though his attention seems half-distracted, still lingering on Tyland, as though reevaluating his understanding of the Lannister lord. He gives Otto a dismissive nod, as though signaling an end to the matter.

“Thank you, Otto. And thank Gwayne for his continued interest. But let us allow Y/N the space she needs to consider her own path.”

Otto nods, a trace of reluctance in his expression, though he offers a respectful bow of his head. “As you wish, Your Grace.”

With the matter settled, the council resumes its usual business, yet Tyland can feel the occasional glances cast his way, a lingering sense of suspicion hovering in the room. He keeps his expression carefully neutral, determined to give no further cause for speculation. But as the meeting draws to a close, he catches one last look from Viserys—a glance filled with a silent, knowing curiosity that promises this matter is far from forgotten.

You and Rhaenyra sit on a private balcony, a gentle breeze wafting through the lush greenery that surrounds the table. Plates of fresh fruit, bread, and cold meats lie between you, a modest spread meant for an easy, informal meal. It’s rare to have moments like these, just the two of you, away from the prying eyes of the court, and you savor the comfort of your sister’s company.

Rhaenyra lifts her goblet, sipping thoughtfully as she watches you with a mischievous glint in her eye. After a moment, a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, and she sets the goblet down, folding her hands under her chin as she studies you.

“So,” she begins, a playful edge to her tone. “Are you going to tell me what has you so enraptured with Tyland Lannister, or shall I keep guessing? He must be… something else, to hold my sister’s favor all this time.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back in your seat, amused by her probing. “Oh, so now it’s my turn to be interrogated?” you counter, laughing softly. “What would you like to know, dear sister?”

Rhaenyra grins, leaning forward, her gaze curious yet teasing. “Everything. I can see it, you know—the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. You don’t hide it as well as you think. Besides,” she adds, lowering her voice, “it’s refreshing to see you allow yourself to… indulge.”

You smirk, meeting her gaze with an amused glint of your own. “If I recall, I’m not the only one here with secrets. And you’re one to speak of indulgence… shall I ask you about Ser Harwin Strong?”

Rhaenyra’s expression flickers with surprise, though she quickly recovers, waving a hand dismissively. “Oh, that is entirely different,” she insists, though a faint blush tinges her cheeks. “Laenor and I have an understanding. What I do is… within our agreement.”

“Then consider my actions within my own ‘understanding,’” you reply smoothly, an amused smile on your lips. “After all, aren’t we all allowed a little happiness?”

Rhaenyra laughs, shaking her head as she picks up a slice of pear. “Touché. But, little sister, you know well enough that the eyes of the whole realm are upon you. Especially now, with every lord vying to win your hand.” She arches an eyebrow, her tone both warm and cautious. “It’s not the same as it is for me. My own dalliances are protected by Laenor’s position. But you… your choice will shape alliances, shift power. You’re under the scrutiny of every noble family and councilman.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes slightly, though you know her concern comes from a place of care. “I’m aware, Rhaenyra. Believe me, Father has reminded me of it more times than I can count.”

Rhaenyra chuckles, though her gaze remains observant, picking up the smallest hints in your expression. “Yes, I’m sure he has. Still… that doesn’t mean I don’t admire your boldness. There’s something rather exciting about it, don’t you think?”

You smile, a soft warmth spreading through you at the thought of Tyland, of the quiet moments you’ve shared, hidden from the world. “Perhaps. Or perhaps I simply grew tired of doing what was expected of me.”

Rhaenyra grins, clearly pleased. “Now that sounds more like the sister I know.”

She reaches for another piece of fruit, pausing as her gaze flicks thoughtfully out to the courtyard below. “Oh, and speaking of the realm’s attention…” she says, her tone growing more playful. “I couldn’t help but notice Gwayne sulking about recently, looking rather pitiful. I wonder if that’s your doing?”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Gwayne? Hardly. If he chooses to sulk, that’s his own business.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes sparkle with amusement, clearly enjoying the idea. “Well, it seems he feels otherwise. The poor boy looks positively heartbroken. Perhaps he thought his latest gift would finally win you over.”

You roll your eyes, letting out a soft scoff. “Gwayne is… persistent, but I can’t say he’s anything more than that. I’m sure he’ll recover soon enough.”

Rhaenyra leans back, chuckling as she watches you. “Ah, I see. So, Tyland has claimed all of your attention, then?” She raises an eyebrow, clearly savoring your reaction. “Tell me, does he live up to the tales I’ve heard of Lannisters? Wealthy, charming, and cunning, yet with hearts locked behind iron gates?”

You smirk, meeting her gaze with a playful glint in your eye. “He has his own charms, yes. But those tales don’t capture everything.”

Rhaenyra sighs, pretending to look dreamy. “Well, whatever it is, you certainly seem smitten. Not that I can blame you. Tyland has the reputation of being more than just his brother’s shadow—quiet, yet always watching, always a step ahead.”

You nod, a gentle fondness creeping into your voice. “Yes, he’s… careful. Steady. But there’s more to him than even he lets on.”

Rhaenyra watches you, a warm, knowing smile on her face. “Well, then, I’ll make sure to keep your secret safe, for as long as you need it.” She pauses, tilting her head as she regards you. “But when the time comes… don’t wait too long to make your choice known. There are many who would question your discretion, and you know how quickly whispers turn to rumors.”

You reach across the table, taking her hand with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Rhaenyra. I’ll reveal my choice when the time is right. But for now… let me enjoy these stolen moments.”

Rhaenyra squeezes your hand, her expression softening as she nods. “Then enjoy them well, sister. And may you find happiness in them, no matter what the world has to say.”

The two of you share a comfortable silence, savoring the warmth of the midday sun and the rare freedom of a quiet meal, knowing that for now, at least, you have each other’s confidence and support.

In the low glow of Tyland’s chambers, the world narrows to just the two of you, caught in the throes of passion, your breaths mingling as the intensity of the moment deepens, your bodies entwined as though nothing could part you. Tyland’s hands are firm and possessive, holding you close, his lips trailing over your skin, drawing soft gasps from you as you revel in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Every touch, every whispered word carries the weight of your feelings, an intensity that seems to transcend the walls around you.

But just as your bodies reach that feverish crescendo, a sharp knock echoes from the door, piercing the intimacy with a startling force. You both freeze, your heart hammering in your chest as your gaze meets Tyland’s, the spell of the moment broken by the unexpected intrusion.

Another knock sounds, more insistent this time, and you hastily pull yourself closer to him, whispering, “No one saw me come here. I used hidden passageways, as always.”

Tyland nods, his face tightening with irritation as he glances toward the door. He raises a hand, signaling for silence, and calls out, “One moment!” His voice is firm, but you can sense the frustration surfacing.

With a quiet sigh, he gently disentangles himself from you, slipping from the bed and quickly gathering his clothes, pulling them on with quick, practiced movements. He leans close, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead before whispering, “I’ll deal with this. Stay hidden.”

You nod, watching as he moves to the door, pulling the sheets around yourself and burrowing down into them, ensuring that you’re well out of sight should the door open wider than intended. Tyland takes a steadying breath, his hand lingering on the door handle before he cracks it open just enough to speak with whoever stands on the other side.

To his surprise, Ser Criston Cole stands there, his expression as grim and unyielding as ever. Tyland’s brows knit slightly as he faces the Kingsguard, hiding his irritation.

“Ser Criston,” he says, his voice cool, holding a note of curiosity. “What brings you here at this hour?”

Criston’s gaze is sharp, though he remains respectful, inclining his head slightly. “My lord, I apologize for the intrusion, but Queen Alicent has sent for Princess Y/N. She is not in her chambers, and it’s rather late. I was asked to check if you might know where she is.”

Tyland’s expression doesn’t falter, though there’s a flicker of annoyance that he quickly masks with a look of mild amusement. “The princess? Why would I know the whereabouts of the princess, Ser Criston?”

Criston studies Tyland’s face, clearly weighing his response. “It’s only that you are known to be… close to the family, my lord. The Queen thought perhaps you may have seen her in passing or might know if she has taken to any of the gardens or quieter courtyards.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe as he gives Criston a faint, dismissive smile. “If she isn’t in her chambers, Ser Criston, then perhaps the princess wished for solitude. She is known to have a free spirit, after all.”

Criston’s jaw tightens subtly, though he keeps his tone polite. “Yes, my lord, but it’s unusual for her to disappear at this hour without notifying anyone.”

Tyland sighs, his voice taking on a mildly patronizing tone. “Well, as I said, I haven’t the faintest idea where she may be. Perhaps she’s taken to a late-night stroll, or perhaps she’s simply avoiding the endless summons to courtly matters. Young ladies, I’ve noticed, can be rather capricious.”

Criston hesitates, casting a quick, searching look around the corridor, as if hoping for some clue to materialize. Finally, he nods, though his expression remains wary. “Very well, Lord Tyland. Should you see her, please inform the Queen or myself.”

“Of course, Ser Criston,” Tyland replies smoothly, his tone unwavering. “If I happen to see the princess, I’ll be sure to tell her the Queen is waiting.”

With a final, assessing glance, Criston nods and steps back, his figure fading into the dimly lit corridor as he heads down the hall. Tyland watches until he’s certain the Kingsguard has gone, then closes the door softly, releasing a quiet, frustrated breath as he turns back to you.

Emerging from the tangle of sheets, you sit up, your face a mix of relief and lingering tension. “Do you think he suspects?”

Tyland shakes his head, though his expression is serious. “Not yet, but Ser Criston is not a fool. He’ll remember this night, so we must be even more careful from now on.”

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips as you reach for him, pulling him back down beside you. “It seems you handled him well enough,” you murmur, a note of pride in your voice. “And I… am grateful for it.”

Tyland’s expression softens, “I would do much more than that to protect you,” he whispers, his hands firm yet tender as they find their familiar places against your skin. The interruption has only stoked the fire between you, and he captures your lips with renewed urgency, a hunger in his kiss that speaks of the desire that has built up over all these stolen moments.

Your hands roam over his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch as his breath mingles with yours, both of you lost to the intensity of each other’s presence. He murmurs your name, his voice rough and filled with need, and his touch grows bolder, pressing you back into the soft pillows as the world outside fades away once more. Every movement, every whispered word is a testament to the connection you share, something fragile yet fiercely alive, hidden yet powerful in its secrecy.

Meanwhile, in the royal quarters of the Red Keep, Queen Alicent paces restlessly in her chambers, her expression tense as she turns to her husband, King Viserys, who reclines in his chair, looking visibly weary as he observes her.

“Viserys,” Alicent begins, her tone carefully controlled, though there’s an unmistakable edge of frustration beneath it. “Your youngest daughter is, once again, absent from her chambers. At this hour, and without any explanation.”

Viserys sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face as though to ward off yet another tedious discussion about his children’s whereabouts. “Alicent, Y/N is not a child. She doesn’t need constant supervision. She has a free spirit and her own preferences.”

Alicent’s lips press into a thin line, though she keeps her tone level, with that careful gentleness she often uses when addressing his daughters’ “unconventional” behaviors. “Viserys, it’s not just about her independence. It’s about propriety. She is of an age where people notice her comings and goings… and the court is always watching. This isn’t the first time she’s been missing from her chambers without notice.”

Viserys waves a dismissive hand, settling back in his chair as though wishing to end the conversation. “The court can concern itself with its own matters. I’m not interested in subjecting my daughter to endless scrutiny simply because some nobles feel entitled to know her every step.”

Alicent’s eyes narrow subtly, her expression turning thoughtful as she presses on, her words slow, calculated. “But, Viserys… there are expectations, especially for a young lady of her standing. She has yet to make her intentions clear regarding a suitor. Surely you can see how this… unpredictability may lead to questions.”

Viserys’s expression hardens, a flicker of impatience crossing his face as he meets her gaze directly. “Alicent, I know well enough the power of court gossip, but I’ll not have Y/N subjected to it unnecessarily. She has given me her word that she will reveal her choice when the time is right.”

Alicent’s lips purse, but she doesn’t back down, her tone turning pointed. “And how much longer must we wait, Viserys? Every day, the rumors grow, and with each unexplained absence, people will—”

“Enough.” Viserys’s voice is quiet but firm, cutting through her words with a finality that leaves no room for further argument. “I won’t tolerate this… insinuation, Alicent. Y/N is my daughter. She deserves our trust, not our suspicion.”

Alicent’s expression softens, though there’s a faint edge of frustration she can’t quite mask. “I only meant to say that I worry for her, Viserys. For her reputation, her future. As I do with Rhaenyra.”

Viserys’s gaze remains unyielding. “Y/N is not Rhaenyra. And I will not allow you to cast the same shadow of doubt over her. She is my child, and I trust her.”

A silence settles between them, thick with the tension of unspoken words. Alicent lowers her gaze, her lips pressing into a restrained line as she nods, accepting the boundary he has set, though it’s clear her concerns remain unresolved.

Viserys sighs, rubbing a hand over his face again, his expression softening as he leans back. “If there is something Y/N wishes to share, she will do so. Until then… let us give her the space she deserves.”

Alicent inclines her head, her expression schooled into one of reluctant acceptance, though her eyes flicker with a trace of lingering doubt as she rises, leaving the King to his thoughts.

Back in Tyland’s chambers, the world is far removed from the prying eyes of court and the whispered concerns that linger in the royal halls. Here, you are free, lost in the warmth and intimacy of Tyland’s arms, feeling each kiss, each touch with a passion that feels as boundless as the ocean. The night outside grows darker, but within these walls, your love is a bright, fierce flame, hidden yet undimmed, carrying with it the promise of every stolen moment still yet to come.

#house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd #hotd x you #asoiaf #hotd x y/n #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #fire and blood #hotd tyland #tyland lannister #tyland x reader #tyland x you #tyland x y/n #house lannister #house targaryen #to win a princess

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magicbystarlight · 3 days ago

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My Omega — Part Three

Alpha!Bruca Wayne x Reader

Part One Part Two

Summary: You had no other choice but to visit the Mating Match Services Department. You didn’t expect it to follow you home.

Warnings: 18+, dark fic, sparring, angst. Minors DNI.

No, the beast inside him hissed as your back smacked against the mat once again. It clawed at the bars of its enclosure, demanding release with your delayed breath. Bruce shut it out. One second. Two. A deep inhale. The wind had been knocked out of you, that’s all. You were back on your feet in seconds, leg kicking at his undefended stomach.

Training had become a part of your daily routine. He wanted, needed, you to be able to defend yourself. The Alpha hated it. There was no need for you to know how to throw punches. No need for you to learn how to take a few yourself. He was your protector. He was the Batman. He would keep you safe.

Bruce knew he couldn’t.

The blow landed with less power than you’d intended and he caught your foot before it’d retreated fully. He expected you to try to tug it free, but you surprise him as you push it forward and leverage your weight to make him lose balance. It’s enough to recover your foot from his grasp. The gleam of victory is short lived. Bruce rushed forward, tackling you to the ground beneath him. No amount of hip thrusts could dislodge him. When your nails began to scrape at his skin, your wrists were imprisoned above your head.

Were he anyone else, you might’ve been able to escape.

Your body relaxed in surrender beneath him. His fingers uncurled around your wrist.

The beast rattled against its bars again.

Your head rose to leave the softest of kisses at the corner of his lips. But his blood burned and the air thickened in his lungs. Breath, warm and inviting, fanned across his jaw. The beast growled, salavating at the memory of your taste. Your lips hovered below his ear. He could almost hear the words that you must have wanted to say. A plea to ease the ache he smelled growing between your thighs. The beast purred. My omega. My omega.

The whisper was featherlight.

"I forgive you."

The earth moved beneath him. His back hit the floor hard enough that his breath stagnated. His mind couldn’t process. I forgive you. Forgive him? She forgave him? For what? Pinning her down? The sparring lessons? The life he’d trapped her in?

You were on top of him, thighs straddling his waist. Divine in black clothes with hair braided and tied out of the way. Sweat clung to every inch of exposed skin. Instict led his palms to grasp your hips. Your eyes, god, your eyes. He knew their color. Knew how they looked terrified. Awed. Blissful. But not whatever they were now. This was new. You leaned down, fingers brushing his cheek. "It wasn't your fault," you whispered, "but I forgive you for it all the same." Your lips pressed against his for a moment. And then they were gone. His hands fell from your legs and you slipped away.

His lungs burned as he gasped his first breath.

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The news broke late afternoon Friday. Every phone, computer, tablet, and television taken over by shaky footage of Joker turning himself in. The chaos of the Asylum interjected with maniacal laughter.

Gordon hadn't needed to turn on the Bat Signal. Batman had been waiting there. The crowd outside Arkham was held just behind its gates, the road leading in lined with haphazardly placed barricades. Bruce couldn't hear the shouts and jeers and pleas over the sound of the bike, but he could guess their fears, whatever they were, were justified.

He was led down the familiar path to the visitor area for patients not trusted to meet anyone face-to-face. The last time he'd been here was speaking with Riddler, trying to sniff out any information on how Joker had escaped. The metal shade rose, revealing the marred face he'd memorized from his nightmares. It smiled.

"Good to see ya, Bats."

The laughter plucked at taut nerves. "How do we reverse it?"

“What? No foreplay? Bet your Omega loooooves foreplay.” Batman gave no response, but his clenched jaw was answer enough. “Oh, they do, huh? Between old friends, tell me: boy, girl, something in between?”

��How do we reverse it?”

Joker’s tongue clicked and his eyes rolled. “You know, I thought you’d be more fun after getting laid.”

Batman turned his back. This was a waste of time. More games.

Joker snickered. “If there was a way to reverse it, would you actually do it?”

Batman hit the button, the buzz muted in the cell. “In a heartbeat.”

“Even if it means hurting your little Omega?”

Bruce's breathing staggered. Not you. Not you. “What do you mean?”

“It was a nasty little thing I worked up. Taken quite the toll on this city. A few human rights violations and what not. But everyone’s adjusted. And those Omegas—they’re down right happy, aren’t they? After that bond kicks in, of course. Can you, haha, can you imagine the sort of psychological damage it would do to them to rip that happiness away and leave ‘em with only the trauma?”

The door creaked as it slid open.

“It was bad, wasn’t it? What you did to your sweet Omega. That’s what happens when you try to fight it. Made that trait especially, haha, especially for you.”

Joker’s laughter followed Bruce even as the door separated them. Over the buzz of the officers, the roar of his engine. It rang in his ears as he eased into his bed—your bed—watching your chest rise and fall as your head rested against the ball you’d made of his shirt.

#bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #battinson x reader #alpha bruce wayne

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thelov3lybookworm · 19 hours ago

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I Am Forever Yours (part 2)

Day 5: Home

Summary: He thought her worthy enough.

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Word Count: 1136

Warnings: nothin just fluff 🥹

A/n: i love love LOVEEEE this one its so soft 🥺

@lucienweekofficial

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Another jolt shook the carriage, and Y/n clenched her thighs to prevent herself from toppling straight into the prince’s lap.

It was becoming harder and harder to stay in her seat the longer they remained on the rocky road they traversed on the insistence of the prince. Apparently, it was the scenic route.

She was the only one in the carriage with him, their parents and other members of court travelling in different carriages as they made their way to the King’s palace that was sparsely used save for hosting royal weddings. Y/n had expected to go through the same route her parents were supposed to be using, but Lucien had insisted otherwise.

"Are you sure this is supposed to be the better route? I am quite concerned about my wellbeing when- and if- we finally arrive."

He laughed, carefree and open as if he was not the reason her bones were knocking together.

"Just a few more moments, and we’ll reach smooth ground again."

Y/n sighed and leaned back, her fingers clutching at the fine upholstered material of the seat she occupied, thinking of the best way to ask him why he thought this was a good idea without offending him.

"My lord, I do not wish to be disrespectful, but-"

"Oh cut the formalities, my lady. Ask what you wish to."

Y/n blinked, wondering if he even realised he didn’t listen to his own words. But she proceeded nonetheless. "Why are we taking this route? Surely you do not enjoy being thrown against the hard walls of this carriage?"

He offered her a slight smile, settling back as the jostling carriage slowed to a smooth race.

"Lady Oak, you must know, I like you quite a lot. And you, I hope, like me too. I thought that while we are getting married soon, I should trust you with parts of me no one has seen before."

Y/n swallowed, unable to move her gaze from his even as the intensity in his eyes seemed to conquer her soul.

"As I have previously mentioned, I do not live with my family at the palace. I tend to travel the kingdom, and when I do not have anything to do, I stay at my home away from everyone. You see, I rather like the quiet comfort of my humble home than the extravagance of the palace."

Y/n blinked at him, taken aback. "I did not know that, my lord."

He smiled. "And neither does anyone except my parents, siblings and the carriage driver. Though I prefer to ride my horses when travelling, for it is better for speed when alone."

He paused, heaving a sigh before he continued speaking as the carriage came to a stop. "I wanted to… show you my home. I know it might be nothing compared to the palace, but it’s something I cherish a lot."

Disgusting tears. Stop pricking my eyes.

Y/n scooted forward, hesitantly touching the back of his hand. "I’m honoured, my lord."

His smile was radiant as he turned his palm and grasped hers tightly, bringing it to his lips. "I am glad you feel that way. And it’s Lucien. Would you like to take a look inside?"

Y/n nodded silently, watching him as he hopped out of the carriage and turned to help her down. The chaperone that had accompanied Y/n and Lucien on the insistence of their parents did not turn to look at the two, his spine straight, and Y/n knew that Lucien had probably bribed him to ignore their little adventure.

The house was not small by any means, a large front porch and stables accompanying the large structure. It of course was a child’s toy compared to the king’s palace, but it probably would have been more that half the size of the estate Y/n grew up in.

Lucien led her inside without a word, and he remained silent for as long as the two were there. He kept looking at Y/n, as if unsure what she would think of it, worried she would hate it.

Y/n was quite baffled he would think she would dislike what he called home but she was much too engrossed in staring at all the little trinkets, the little souvenirs and carpets scattered across the space that told of a home well loved to reassure him.

It was only when the two hurried back to the carriage and began moving to the palace did Y/n look at Lucien. He was already staring at her, his eyes searching her face.

"I love your home, my lo- Lucien."

Instantly, his lips split into a grin. "Really?"

Y/n nodded with a shy smile. "It is beautiful. I’d rather live in a smaller home than the palace too. And that home, I… I can see myself turning old there."

He looked down at his lap, his ears turning a shade darker. "Thank you."

Y/n turned her gaze downward to watch her fingers fiddling with each other, thanking the mother for giving her such an adorable husband. He was not the pompous ass she had thought he’d be, given he was the youngest prince. He had unknowingly forced Y/n into softening the shell around her heart to let him in. She still remembered the way she had behaved with him when they first met, how she’d tried her best to be uninterested in him.

It hadn’t really worked, somehow backfiring. But she was glad it had.

"That house… it was my old caretaker’s house which she left for me after her passing. It means a lot to me. I used to come here to hide away from my father when he turned violent, and with time, I made it my everything. It’s the first place I felt like I actually belonged. My family knows I have my own home, but no one has ever been here."

She blinked. "So I am the first one to ever… visit?"

Y/n lips ticked up, warmth spreading through her chest at knowing the fact that she was the first one to see the home he cherished so much.

I am not worthy.

"Lady Oak-"

"It’s Y/n."

He ducked his head in a nod, cheeks dimpling. "Y/n, we’ve still got an hour to pass. You should get some sleep."

She groaned. "As much as I am happy that you thought me worthy of revealing such an important aspect of your life, I must say that I do not wish to forgive you for the anguish you’ve caused my bones."

He laughed, loud and hearty. "Forgive me for my sins, wife."

It was Y/n’s turn to blush now.

He only smirked.

"Sleep. I’ll wake you when we arrive."

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frudoo · 3 days ago

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Bells Ring (4)

Title: Five String Serenade

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Warnings: Food consumption, body image, awkward interactions. Calm before the storm.

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The first sight you’re greeted by in the morning is the nurse with a tray of breakfast in her hands—a spread of bread, butter and jams, a heaping bowl of thick porridge, a large china plate full of sausages, fried eggs, bacon, and mushrooms, and an assortment of fresh fruits to fill the unsightly gaps. For the first time in days, your stomach rumbles with hunger rather than displeasure, and you graciously accept the tray from her hands. It’s a rarity that you’re able to enjoy a meal in the luxury of your own chambers, away from the judging eyes that stare with pity or disgust when you eat, like you're going to come after their plates too.

The food has become lukewarm but it tastes just as good, a multitude of flavors bursting on your tongue. There’s a cup of tea to wash it all down, fixed up perfectly, to your surprise. Perhaps one of the maids you’ve acquainted with had observed the way you always made it and passed that tidbit on to the cook. Heaven knows your husband wouldn’t bother to do anything for your benefit.

You’re about midway through breakfast when there’s a loud, confident succession of three knocks on your door. It’s not Ewan, that much you know—he would just come straight in without any formalities. It’s not the maids or the nurse, and it’s most certainly not the queen, so who-?

“Mah sincerest apologies for intrudin’. May ah enter?” King MacTavish steps just past your door timidly, wide blue eyes uncertain whether or not you’ll accept his presence.

Your eyebrows raise nearly to your hairline, and you scramble to set the tray aside. You climb out from beneath the duvet and grimace when you realize you’re just in your nightgown, awkwardly curtsying.

“A-apologies, Your Majesty, I was not expecting you, or I would have-”

“Nae formalities, hen, please. Ah ken ye were no' prepared tae see me,” John holds his hands up to calm your ranting, a small grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

You stand from your bowing position, fingers awkwardly fiddling with one another. You’re not sure what he wants with you, or if it’s even proper for him to be here, formally or informally. The king clears his throat and you gasp softly, realizing you had never answered him.

“Oh! Pl-please, do come in,” you hurry, moving to sit on the edge of your bed and inviting him to do the same.

John hesitates before sitting on the bed beside you, making sure to keep a comfortable distance between the two of you. He wipes his clammy palms on his trouser-clad thighs, sniffing before he finally gathers the words to speak.

“Ah should hope breakfast was tae yer likin’?” He questions softly, gesturing to the large tray that sits just behind you on top of your mattress. “Ah made sure Lottie fixed yer tea, since she… since ye’re around her most.”

You furrow your eyebrows—King MacTavish was the one who sent you the meal? You had assumed it was standard, but then again, it was the first time you’d been offered breakfast since your little breakdown started nearly a week ago.

“Yes, it was perfect, sir. I thank you very kindly,” you respond, a bit stunned. “I mus-”

“Ah suppose-”

You clasp your hands together in embarrassment for trying to speak at the same time, lowering your head. John coughs a bit then clears his throat once more, gesturing for you to continue.

“Apologies, Your Majesty, I was simply wondering, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” You recover, still not quite ready to meet his eye.

“Reit. Ah jus’ wanted tae see how ye’re feelin’, s’all.”

How are you feeling? With his words you realize you have not had the chance to evaluate your emotional state as of this morning. John frowns at your hesitance, cautiously reaching out to place a hand atop both of yours, which continue to fidget mindlessly in your lap. Your brows furrow and you stiffen, but make no effort to pull away from him. He’s warm, and his presence is comforting. You had not realized how much you’d missed the touch of a man—it almost feels foreign.

“I… I suppose I am alright, for now,” you murmur, bashfully meeting his eyes.

King MacTavish really is a handsome sight—those beautiful oceans of deep sapphire that seem to stare right into your very being, the dark, shaggy hair that curls at the back of his neck, perfectly tanned skin from years of being out in the sun. Although his beard is tinged with streaks of white hair, it does not age him, rather proves his wisdom and elegance. Even the gold earring that adorns his left earlobe suits him flawlessly. It is apparent where Ewan got his charming stature from.

“Ah am pleased tae hear it,” John grins, but it is not a gesture of relief.

There is a sadness in his eyes you had not seen until this very moment, and it makes your heart ache with pity. The last thing you want is for another to feel the pain, the unrest that resides in yourself. You readjust your hands so that they hold the one of his that had come out to comfort you. The man’s breath catches in his throat as he glances down at the bundle of hands, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly when he meets your eyes once again.

“Is there something more, Your Highness?” Your voice is gentle, unsure, and it makes John’s expression soften.

“Ah think ye are quite the lovely lass, hen. It is unfortunate tha’ the prince cannae see it,” John says empathically, standing from your bed. “Ah ken wha’ a heartache it is tae be betrayed.”

You frown at the implication. Has the queen not been loyal to him? It’s almost hard to believe, with the way John seemed to nearly worship the ground on which she walked—although it has been a while since you were able to do much more than mope, let alone observe the state of another’s marriage. Still, with someone as thoughtful as John, it nearly pains you to think anyone could betray him so.

“Ah shuid leave ye be,” he concludes, a neutral, polite smile on his face.

“Right, yes. O-of course,” you smile back, standing from your bed as well to give him a proper curtsy. “I, erm… thank you, once more, for the breakfast. It was very kind of you.”

“Anything fer ye, lass,” he responds, and with that, exits your bedchambers.

You’re not sure how someone so sweet could have aided in creating a creature so bitter.

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fawny-b · 2 days ago

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Mona x Reader story!!

“You're home early.” You mumble under your breath, hearing the decrepit stairs creak as Mona descends down them and into the room. You stare at the ceiling of your cage as you listen to your captor move things about and place items down on the old splintered table next to you. She didn't reek of blood so you assume that she's come home empty handed. As you watch the nothingness on the ceiling, you slowly begin to realize the absence of the soft noises Mona makes as she goes about her day.

You sit up a little and look at the table. She was gone. You scan the room a bit but she's nowhere to be found. Your confusion was short lived however. As you attempt to get into a more comfortable position, you glance in front of you. Your heart sinks, your gaze locking with Mona’s as she kneels at the door of your cage, staring right at you.

Tightly clutching the bars, her knuckles grow even paler than usual. Long, greasy hair frames her ghostly, white face as her huge black eyes stare into yours like two dark abysses, drawing you deeper into them with every second. She cocks her head like a curious dog. “Mm..” She mutters in a soft, raspy voice. “That's the first time I've heard you speak until now..”

You remain frozen with your back pressed against the freezing bars of your metal enclosure, too terrified to respond. Her eyes remain fixed up on you, almost curiously. Your mouth slowly opens but before you can respond, Mona violently shakes your cage. You flinch away from the noise and havoc until it stops.

Slowly, you look back up at Mona. As you regain your bearings, she stands and darts away only to quickly return, a knife in hand. You hear your own heart begin to race faster and faster. You were definitely expecting this but you didn't think that today was the day she would kill you. Locked in this cage, you waited for this day for weeks. Ever since you went to that bar. Ever since you ordered too many drinks. Ever since you stumbled your way through the streets, too drunk to realize whose hand you were holding as you did.

With a trembling breath, you watch as Mona kneels down in front of the cage and places her hand on the latch. You swallow and close your eyes, waiting for the door to open and to be yanked out by your ankle and into hell.

“You called me beautiful that night.”

Your eyes hesitantly open. Your gaze meets Mona’s while her hand remains on the latch. You stay quiet, feeling the adrenaline rushing into your legs, causing your knees to begin trembling. The room was completely silent aside from the ambient sound of metal creaking upstairs and water dripping from old pipes.

“If I let you out,” Mona continued, her voice low and quiet. “Will you run away?”

Your heart felt as if it was going to burst out of your chest as you waited silently for her to do…something. She had to be waiting to do something. You slowly shake your head. Then… after a metallic “click”, the door creaks open…

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r0-boat · 2 days ago

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Save me Laois the stress of you know what is affecting me

Laois' dick getting sucked

Monster eater x monster fucker/hj

Laois' x Gn!reader

Cw: oral, porn with plot

There wasn't enough space for everyone in the party. So you and Laois, being one of the best at fighting, can handle situations on your own pretty well. The two of you had volunteered to stay in a separate room.

Somehow, the two of you kept your relationship mostly a secret. Only because of the two oblivious people at the party did the two of you never see a reason to state the relationship, which had its upsides. You, being the more sly, took full advantage of it. He felt the shiver in his body as you gave him that look you always give him.

He practically flinched his eyes wide as he trained on the devilish look on your face.

Oh that look...

A look reserved for only him...

A look that made you look more akin to a succubus. Out of everyone in the party you were the most intimidating to him, for a different reason . Because on nights like these when the two of you are alone he would become your dinner.

He was never used to how your gentle fingers touch and caress and explore his body. His little reactions, whether it be a gasp or a whimper we're music to your ears.

"Laois', keep your voice down; otherwise, everyone else will hear you~"You let out a low-throated purr.

His entire being crumbling at your voice alone. You are always more socially aware able to pick him apart. Always knew exactly where to touch, where every sensitive spot on his body You even found ones he never knew about.

Laois' silences his whimpers sinking his teeth into his fingers as he watched her take him in your mouth.

That fucking mouth.

The one part of your body he has meticulously, how can he not?! The first time you sucked him off That was all he could think about for days for weeks watching you eat food, or helping to cook with Senshi, or speaking to Marcel about learning more healing magic.

Or even when you sing and strum your instrument. He could never look at it the same again. It took him days to get over it, You ruined him.

Who knew someone with such a beautiful voice could use those lips for something so sinful?

Those pretty pillow lips wrapped around his shaft.

When your tongue flicks around his head, he practically unravels; it took everything inside him not to make a noise thrusting his hips up into your mouth as he cums down your throat.

But you weren't done....

You've come to notice how pent-up Your cute blonde-haired freak is. The first night The two of you explored for the first time he seemed nervous...

You weren't very experienced, but living in a rambunctious tavern in a not-so-good part of the city has made you pick up a few things. Whether it be from the drunken confessions of adventures to having to hear or sometimes, unfortunately, see what goes on in the bedrooms upstairs. You lost many nights of sleep because the thin walls were from your bedroom to the others.

"W-wait! Please I'm S-sensit-!"

You hummed at his complaint, giving him a few gentle strokes before kissing him. As he was getting a little too loud.

His eyes grew soft again It didn't seem like he didn't want to stop either.

Your body practically moves in the sink as he presses your head down onto him. His cock filled your mouth, and every time, it was a struggle to fit from the length and the sheer girth. Running your tongue over each vein which, as you expected, Laois lets out a pleased hum.

You watch his eyes dart from your hand to his balls. You already know what he's asking. Something he could never utter out loud despite hearing far worse things from this man's mouth when it comes to eating monsters.

It was cute watching his eyes light up when you lick your fingers before gently massaging his balls. His balls were sensitive since they were big and swollen. His eyes rolled back; feeling those soft hands cupping and playing with him always drove him up the wall.

He tagged at your hair a little too hard as he felt himself getting close once again, his other hand trying to keep himself steady as he leaned his entire body back, bracing himself. His breath gets more heavy and shaky with each bob of your head.

He couldn't hold back this time making audible noise as he finishes He didn't mean to thrust his hips down your throat. The motion and the way your throat squeezed around and felt so good.

And the little muffled noise you made will have him lose hours of sleep for the next day or two.

Your heart practically jumped when Laois' ice darkened. You don't know what came over him. You could never fully know what he's thinking, no matter how much you think you got him. He ever so gently lay you down onto the dungeon floor. His voice husky, those beautiful golden innocent eyes darkening with lust his pupils blown wide "You, haven't came yet... Let me taste you."

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stargleam-star · 2 days ago

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My thoughts on Star, and A Starless Clan as a whole:

Spoilers ahead for A Starless clan amd a bit of Ivypool's Heart if it wasn't obvious. Time for me to go on a rant! It's gonna feature me mostly gushing about Frostpaw because she's the only character with enough substance to talk in length about. But I've got other things to talk about too I guess. Lets get into it:

As usual, Frostpaw was the best character of the book and honestly the most relatable. She kept Going Through It until basically the very end and I felt so bad for her.

What I am glad about though is that she got the killing blow on Splashtail! Fuck yeah that's my baby girl <3

But he did get a hit in on her before the end and left her basically comatose which was tragic. Reading Frostpaw drift in and out of consciousness and what she saw while knocked out was really cool tho. I especially liked that she got to have deeper conversations with Curlfeather. She wanted so desperately for her mother to admit fault, to show some remose for her actions. Instead Curlfeather kept focusing on how Splashtail ruined her plans, and how he's to blame. All she wanted to do was protect Frostpaw and Riverclan. There wasn't the slightest bit of remorse at all. It was so tragic reading Frostpaw wishing her mother would hold herself accountable. It really hit home with me. In the end, Curlfeather couldn't face the truth and left Frostpaw behind to conclude her mother wasn't a good person and learn to accept that so she could move on. Heartwrenching stuff imo

I got really sad when Frostpaw started taking a turn for the worse and finally got to see Starclan. She got to meet her dad and was so happy, he made her realize that she needs to focus on herself and her happiness instead of worrying about everyone else's needs. Nobody understands how fucking Relatable that is to me. Nobody come near me rn.

Frostpaw wanted so badly to finally give up and be at peace. She wanted to be happy and relax, and to help in other ways. As much as that would have crushed me for her arc to conclude with her death, it really did feel like a good end for her. She would have done so well as a Starclan messenger. She deserves the rest. Sadly the narrative didn't want that to be the end of her, so she got to come back. Hooray /s

I like the medicine cat name she was given! Frostdawn is pretty (although I am lowkey disappointed she wasn't named Frostfeather, and that's not because I wanted her sharing a name with Curlfeather. I've got an oc named Frostfeather and it would have been amazing for a canon POV character to have that name too. Alas).

I'm also going crazy over the fact that her and Whistlepaw (now Whistlebreeze) got named together. I love these two lesbians so much its insane. The speech Frostpaw gave Whistlebreeze about being a good medicine cat and how grateful she was to have been saved by her? I'm planning their wedding as we speak

Frostdawn ended up choosing Icewing as Riverclan's leader, which was the obvious choice from the start imo. Also very predictable but what do I expect from a series written for 6th graders? I'm still salty as hell we got to see her leader ceremony but never Squirrelstar's.

I find it weird that Icewing was against Frostpaw in the beginning of Wind but then came around to "omg you were right" because Splashtail got mean. It was kind ooc for her, but then again she stopped having a bigger role during that book up until the end of Star.

Why tf was Icewing's voice the loudest that Frostpaw heard when cats started singing to bring her back to life? Also how tf were regular warriors able to sing to reach Frostpaw's spirit? I get that Tree was with them, and Icewing had spent a few days with The Sisters in Ivypool's super edition, but it doesn't explain how they were able to get that power. Also it was "all the she-cats that love [Frostpaw]" which included cats such as Duskfur and Mothwing who'd been mean to her throughout a good chunk of the arc... ok. Anyways.

All of A Starless Clan should have been soley in Frostdawn's point of view. Nightheart and Sunbeam barely brought anything to the table

Might as well talk about them. I like how Nightheart's character arc finished. He wasn't a jerk by the end and started being more respectful. His POV felt pointless most of the time, but I liked getting a glimpse of the inside of Riverclan during the height of Splashtail's reign (more on that soon)

Sunbeam's POV was completely unnecessary. While I liked that we got deeper thoughts on Berryheart as a result of Sunbeam, I don't think we really needed it for the story. I don't even think the way things wrapped up between them was good.

I'm gonna talk about Berryheart now because she's more interesting. I've come to the conclusion that the Erins dropped the ball with her as a villan. By the end, she was nothing more than a traitor in every single way. She was untrustworthy and I cheered when she died. She should have died 3 books ago if she wasn't gonna do anything worthwhile. No her trying to get Shadowclan on her side to let her be leader in the end qhike trying to convice them to rise up against Riverclan was not good. It was stupid as hell, almost as stupid as her joining Riverclan and becoming its deputy

I'm gonna talk about Splashtail but there's not a lot to say that I haven't already (but I will repeat myself). It felt like the Erins were trying to remake Tigerclawstar and his villan arc with Splashtail. Think about it. Ambitious, broad shouldered, dark brown tabby tom, who conspired with cats from another clan to kill their leader in order to gain power for themself? Check. A merger of Shadowclan and Riverclan? Check. Evil cat wanting to rule all the clans? Check. A deputy slain for having a different opinion? Check that off too.

As stated before the only differences between Tigerclawstar and Splashtail was that Splashtail was a lazy coward, Tigerstar actually belived in Starclan and its strength, and Splashtail had none of the charm or support that Tigerclawstar had. Also Splashtail had to resort to threatening the life of kits to get cats to do what he wanted, while Tigerclan followed Tigerclawstar's rule because he was formidable and had cats in it who truly believed in him and his vision for the future

Splashtail was written to be so cartoonishly evil and it was a sad thing to read. I'm glad Frostpaw got to kill him, and I loved how he was tormented until the end by Curlfeather's demon spirit.

I didn't like how they implied Splashtail might be the way he was due to mental illness though. I'm probably gonna get hate for saying that, lol. But in the last book they wrote him to seem like s psychopath, as well as implied him to be schizophrenic because he was talking to someone that wasn't visible (even though he was actually seeing a real dead person. But nobody but Splashtail and the audience got to know that). They literally called him crazy throughout the last book, the entire time. And idk it just felt like they were villifying mental illness a bit as a result. Again I'm probably reading into it too much, don't come at me please

The leaders were not as impactful in Star as I'd hoped. But at least they acted and fought together in the end. I loved that the leaders actually participated in the battles to liberated Riverclan instead of only sending warriors to do it. I love seeing leaders fighting for the good of their clan and putting their lives on the line (that's what their 9 lives are for. Looking at you Brambleclaw)

I didn't like that sone of Riverclan's cats were trying to join Thunderclan near the end of Star and I liked how Squirrelstar acknowledged that they had too many warriors as itwas, and how they had to expand the warrior's den in the past because of it. Wish the Erins would do something about all those cats

99% of Thunderclan was not mentioned at all this book, including the elders + Brambleclaw from what I read (I might've skimmed iver smth tho idk) but there was mention of cats like Myrtlebloom and fucking Eagletail for sone reason (is that their name? I can't remember). Tell me why any of these cats are alive if they're not worth mentioning while we have a camp scene? At least I got to see my girl Daisy <3

A Starless Clan had so much potential and the writing and mystery in the beginning were really good. I just wish they'd kept it up throughout.

Star felt like a flat finish and while I liked the way Frostpaw's chapters concluded and the whole main plot of Riverclan without a leader, I hate that the book ended on a Nightheart chapter and that the last like was about how he "could be brave and loyal no matter what his name was." Like that was a really dumb final chapter of the arc, a genuinely novice choice. It ruined the arc conclusion for me. Frostdawn's chapter should have been last

OverallI I will give Star a 3/10, and A Starless Clan 5/10 stars. It could have been great. But then, it wouldn't be Warriors would it?

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Empress Charlotte of Mexico

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So stubborn. Not that Seija expected or even wanted Tojiko to be anything else. The anger, the resistance, the continued attempts to strike back, they fueled her. Unfortunately for Tojiko, though, she also had a plan for if Tojiko did strike back. A flick of her wrist, and in an instant, Tojiko would be on top, and Seija beneath her. Normally a great position for the ghost, but not when she was already moving to call more lightning down. And to make matters worse, her assaulter would plant a foot against her gut and shove extra hard, putting all her youkai strength into launching Tojiko into the air, all the easier for the lighting to hit her and leave Seija unharmed. It was a light show that she watched with glee.

"Haha... Hahahaha! You keep falling for it, I love it!" Seija crowed, laughing from the bottom of her heart. Putting hands to dirt, she pushed herself up to her feet, dusting off her shirt and skirt as she watched Tojiko descend to the ground once more. Only once the ghost had crashed back down to Earth did she speak again. "That... That was so much fun. Hey, Princess, thanks for the good time! Say hi to your Prince for me when you see her again!" As much fun as this was, Seija knew that it was only a matter of time before someone came investigating, with all the lightning falling. Better to get out now, and leave Tojiko to her wounds.

Maybe she'd come again sometime.

"Ah gak.." Tojiko's own temper and impulsive reactions brought another shock right down on her, given something that been reversed in her body, she wouldn't entirely fry from such an attack but it would mess with everything. Her body flickered, like a ghost flashing with the lights on and off.

Her joints and everything felt numb and weird, and her clothes were even more charred a bit. All of that to then feel a kick to her gut, rolling her several times before limply coming to a stop with her back to the dirt.

Though Tojiko had words to spew, things to say, perhaps even more shocks to give, her body was still almost shaking from her own lightning. Her mouth couldn't even keep closed, her breathing was laboured and with a weight now on her gut, sitting atop her, all she could do was shake in place.

A hit, sparks coming off her face almost, like Tojiko was super charged with energy that literally could not get out. Every time it tried, it was pushed back inside to zap her.

Another hot, face red from the contact, panting and tired inhales trying to stop her own pain as well as what's being delivered.

Fists clenching, there's no doubt in anyone's mind the ever stubborn impulsive ghost is going to find strength in her arms. A fierce angry look even amongst bruises, as her hands raises up to clap the sides of Seija's cheeks, like she's about to receiving a million volts in the form of a taser.

For all those words she said about Miko and herself, at that's what foolishly spurs her to strike again.

#muse: seija #soulstagger #poor Tojiko #but hey she's got friends

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shield-and-saber · 3 months ago

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yeah, so i just finished cataclysm

#spoilers in tags #do not read unless you've already gone thru phase 2 #the high republic liveblogging #the high republic spoilers #cataclysm #i am....... in agony #i spent pretty much the entire last 20 pages crying #I THOUGHT I WAS HEARTBROKEN WHEN AIDA ACTUALLY DIED. SO IMAGINE MY PAIN WHEN THE LAST LINE TO REFERENCE HER SAYS #''[ENYA ZIRI AND PHAN-TU'S LAUGHTER] ECHOED THROUGH THE TEMPLE HALLS AND MADE THE OTHER JEDI SMILE BECAUSE IT SOUNDED LIKE AIDA'S LAUGHTER'#SHUT THE FUCK UP #SHUT UP #WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME #THE FIRST THING CREIGHTON DID WHEN HE WOKE UP WAS TRY TO FIND HER #I'M DISINTEGRATING AS WE SPEAK #WHAT THE FUCK #CREIGHTON TAKES ON ENYA???? THEY'RE GONNA HELP EACH OTHER THRU THEIR GRIEF??? HE BEFRIENDED THE MED DROID?????????#the entire funeral for the 3 fallen jedi had me fucking sobbing btw i was a mess #also. wasn't expecting this but axel's redemption did end up winning me over. i was so sure i would continue to hate him #he's very much in love w/ gella and that means i love him very much as well #cataclysm also keeps up a 2/2 record that it shares w/ convergence by way of:#gella nattai says a deeply profound and spiritually moving/comforting line in each book and it hits me right in my religious trauma #the whole 2nd half of the book was incredible. i quite literally spent about 7 hours reading it as fast as i possibly could #i'm not the biggest fan of certain parts of kang's writing but her strength ABSOLUTELY lies in describing battle scenes #those were the easiest to read battle sequences i've ever read in my life and that's out of the entire phase 2 + other prequel books #i think the only other book whose combat didn't confuse me was the 1st republic commando but it's been long enough that i'm not sure #chancellor greylark is so interesting i'm obsessed and also the end scenes w/ her and axel had me weeping like a babe #anyways. that's all for now #my posts

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vaugarde · 9 months ago

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human/anthro au where asha is on some college rugby team . i dont have a point to this i just like to consider college aus sometimes

#i like asha being pretty athletic. subverting expectations from the typical quiet and introspective type #really her issue would just be finding someone to play with cause no one in her friend group would be athletic djfjfjjff #closest is valerie but shes a dancer so shes in like a different field #i think theyre in some clubs around campus but put off the other members usually #there’s probably also a battle club theyre good at. i always imagine in pokemon school aus they have a battle club #battle club and explorers club is relevant to mayas backstory #but yeah shes at the rec center a lot #little hmm on her major. im not as savvy with majors deciding your personality #ig theyd be an atronomy or general science major #valerie would go into the performing major at first but then change to something like #like maths maybe? id imagine she moves more into designing stuff. idk shes in artsy clubs for sure. all you can think of #skylar is a bio major that loves researching dna strands and evolution #particularly abnormal cases. they probably follow finn around on his trips #speaking of- hes an environmental science major with engineering and english minors. dude is overworking but he wants to do so much #cosmos probably isnt going to their college. she dropped out and is happier for it. but she sometimes hangs around to talk to her cousin #echoed voice

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jackalhadrurusluvr · 6 months ago

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i did lots of laundry today and i am changing my sheets and i would like a little bit of gentleness from the universe

#like ok goddamn. ig ill send in a job application or a few. WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME!!!!!!!!#what they dont tell you is the post-friends-hangout-depression is much worse when you see them like thrice a year #before i wouldve had close friends to spend my time with.... but alas. but im still here and breathing nonetheless so i need the world to #take it easy on me #in my pursuit of opening a can of olives the can opener pinched me hard as hell #and i was only getting olives because my coffee machine decided it doesnt know how to heat water anymore #and i was gonna have tea because i couldnt think of anything else to have and just wanted something sweet #i also cleaned the litterbox and basically i actively existed today #doesnt a man deserve a little treat for that #i even got up at noon #and my dads gf :pensive: is still here #auuuauuauauauauurrghhghhhhghhhgh #its kind of funny that my dad expects me to be bffs with her like dawg even with our closest relatives i am extremely awkward and uncomfy #like ive grown to love my aunt! i still would really rather not be around her for the regular 2 hours of visiting time!#i will not speak to her directly! i will speak very very minimally and it will not be to her. and its been this way all my life #extreme introvert in a family of extreme extroverts moment #anyways. the pain in my body from Going Out is also very very intense #im not much of a headaches man and they really trigger my hypochondria #so having one for the past few days has not been optimal. been doing a lot of laying down #they dont know it is messed up that i get the post-hangout sadness and post-hangout pain that takes me out for days #my friends are moving on in their lives and making progress and looking towards the future :(#i am so happy for them. but also what the hell am i doing #i have to pee. i really dont wanna get up. uuurgrghrgrhh.. i ate all my olives. they were good #20yrs on this hell of an earth with absolutely no purpose nor direction but at least there is black olives

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sttoru · 26 days ago

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⺡ synopsis. after wandering into forbidden territory - the training grounds of the estate where sukuna’s soldiers reside - an unexpected romantic confession catches you off guard. little did you know that another concubine would snitch on you in hopes of getting you kicked out of the harem or worse, killed.

𖠵 tags. true form!ryomen sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst mostly [w/ comfort, if you can call it that], fluff-ish., suggestive. make-out session near the end. size difference [reader's body referred to as small]. mentions of murder, execution. wc: 4.2k

sukuna has known from the start that possessing a human army would cause trouble, one way or another. technically, the overpowered curse has no need for a group of soldiers. he can take up any opponent by himself.

however, he enjoyed knowing that he has full control over some weak humans who are too scared to oppose him. humans who would die for his cause, if he were to command them.

human shields: that’s what he calls them.

“speak up or leave,” the king of curses commands, piercing red eyes glaring down at the woman kneeling before him. he sits on his throne, the aura emitting from his body being one that would send anyone into sheer panic.

he’s already pissed off due to being disturbed by one of his concubines. It isn’t you – his favorite – so he has little patience to spare for the girl at his feet.

the blond girl speaks up after taking a deep breath. she came here determined to go through with her sick plan, hoping sukuna would hear her out. she knows of his favoritism—everyone around the estate did and nearly every other concubine has been thinking of the same.

to get rid of the blatant favoritism once and for all.

the nervous woman talks fast, stuttering after every word. she spills every detail about the predicament that you had found yourself in a couple moments ago.

. . .

you were walking around the training grounds out of pure curiosity. usually, no one would be there around that hour, yet today seemed to be an exception. you averted your eyes the second you saw the soldiers training in only their hakama. their muscular chests and backs were out in the open, straight up eye candy for anyone who was walking past.

however, when they saw you - sukuna’s infamous concubine who they’ve secretly developed a crush on – they froze in their place and nearly dropped their weapons. the men didn’t expect any visitors, especially not a high-ranking concubine to randomly walk through this part of the estate. it’s a rare occurrence to have anyone but the servants and generals walk by.

you silently bowed at them out of respect. you didn’t have to due to your high rank, yet you still did. you actually respect their position as soldiers. that humble nature of yours was exactly what separated you from the other concubines. it also played a huge role in the crushes that those soldiers have on you.

out of fear for their lives, the soldiers have never directly interacted with you. they heard of what happened to one of the male servants who tried asking you to accompany him for a cup of tea. his body was reduced to nothing but a puddle of dark, red blood which took the servants hours to fully clean up.

but now that you were alone, without sukuna in sight, the soldiers were braver. one of them grabbed the opportunity and started walking towards you as you stood on the engawa, simply admiring the koi pond nearby. the group of men watched from a distance as their friend attempted to make a move on you. it was the perfect opportunity to convey his feelings for you.

or so he thought.

sukuna’s eyes are everywhere. even if you think he isn’t looking, he simply is. his informants are lurking from every corner. his concubines, chefs, servants, maids and guards. all of them are his eyes and ears. you’re never fully alone. nothing you do escapes the king of curses. if you’re not being watched by him, the people under his control are lurking instead.

in that instant, it was one of his concubines who had discreetly followed you.

you had noticed it a while ago, though didn’t say a word. it’s a usual occurrence. the other women always try to catch you off guard. to catch you doing something that you’re not allowed to do, so they can report it to sukuna, hoping that it would get you expelled from his harem. perhaps even executed in front of their eyes.

although every time they report something ‘controversial’ about you to sukuna, it backfires, and they end up with their head on the guillotine.

despite the many failures, they simply cannot stop trying. one day it will work.

the blonde woman had witnessed how the soldier put his hand on your arm to stop you from walking away. the cheesy smiles he had given you betrayed his true feelings—the words he uttered after the formalities only further confirmed the concubine’s speculations.

“i’ve been admiring you for a while now. you’re a lovely lady...”

“perhaps it’s bold of me to ask this, but i would like the opportunity to get to know you better.”

“lord sukuna does not need to know of this. i promise not to tell him, so please don’t worry.”

. . .

“...that’s exactly what that soldier told her, my lord,” the concubine concludes her story with a shaky breath. the throne room is filled with a tense and rather uncomfortable silence. the woman can’t even lift her head up because of how scared she is of sukuna’s wrath. she’s scared of the fact that she could be the first one he kills in a rampage fueled by pure envy.

the curse simply stares at the top of the blonde’s head. his expression is unreadable, but the veins in his neck and on his forehead slowly yet surely start to become visible. his blood is boiling, causing his jaw to clench and his hands to ball into fists. without a word, sukuna stands up from his throne. the air in the room turns suffocating—the concubine could barely breathe. it’s as if there’s an invisible weight pressing on her chest, making her struggle to get any oxygen in her lungs.

a rough hand reaches out to grab ahold of her hair. sukuna’s fingers curl around the locks and roughly yanks the girl’s head back, forcing her to look up. his face is close to hers; his eyes are wide and glowing an intimidating red.

“woman,” his voice has a dangerous tone to it as he speaks up. he grips her hair tighter, until she lets out a pained sob as a few of her blond strands float down onto the cold floor, “you know what happens if you lie to me, correct?”

the blond concubine swallows thickly as the tears prickle her eyes. she nods, already aware of the risks she is taking. “yes, my lord. i… i promise it is not a lie,” she whimpers. perhaps her promise isn’t worth trusting, considering the infinite number of times that sukuna’s concubines have tried to sabotage his favorite girl, but the least she can do is try and convince him. to get one step closer to her goal.

the king of curses releases her head with a rough push that sends her onto her hands and knees. his intense gaze is focused on the big, heavy doors that lead down the many corridors of the estate. sukuna grits his teeth to the point he can nearly feel them crack— how dare a lowlife try to make a move on you, in his territory? his home?

a lowly human he has granted the privilege to even breathe the same air as him, nonetheless.

death shall await that piece of shit. everyone who has seen the situation play out and hasn’t done a thing to stop it or report it, will surely meet their demise as well. heavy footsteps and the deafening sounds of doors slamming open alert every living being around the estate. the air turns tense as they scramble to hide and stay out of sight of the one who’s currently making his way to the training grounds.

. . .

you’re sitting at a pavilion near the area you had visited roughly an hour ago. your eyes take in the beautiful surroundings: the sakura trees, the neatly cut bushes and the hint of the distant mountains that peek above the walls enclosing the estate. being here puts your mind at ease, even amongst all the chaos that you have withstood within those same walls.

you think back to the man who had spoken to you a couple moments ago. the way he spoke so bravely to you, knowing it could mean death if anyone were to report it to sukuna. it sure made you respect his courage. even if you did reject his offer—out of pure fear for his life and your own.

besides, you have developed a strange longing for the ruthless curse over the course of your stay. sukuna might still lack in some aspects, but something about him is attracting you and you cannot resist it. that connection between the two of you is something undeniable. something that will not die out any time soon.

you get up to go to your chambers. you’ve been here for too long while you’re not quite supposed to be roaming these places on your own. you lift your kimono a little, walking down the three steps and onto the gravel path. while you’re walking back, a couple noises from inside of the main building catch your attention.

sounds of struggle. you’ve heard those sounds enough times before to be able to recognize them with ease. you watch as guards step out into the engawa, down onto the pebbles that stretch over the entire yard. they’re pulling along a couple of blindfolded and tied up men. it looks exactly like what it is: an execution.

your throat dries up as you freeze in place. you’re not supposed to witness any of this. you’ve known of the executions that take place around the manor but have never seen them firsthand. you carefully hide your face, so the guards don’t recognize you and alert sukuna that you’re wandering around this part of his territory.

your eyes are downcast as you try to make a run for it from the sidelines, attempting to sneak into the building. this is none of your business. you don’t want to see it. you truly cannot do anything to save those souls—your word is not final around here.

you don’t recognize who those poor men are, until you hear one of them plead for his life. you’re about to successfully sneak past the many guards, however your head whips to the side out of pure shock once you hear that familiar voice. that smooth and charming voice. your eyes scan the bodies of the group that’s about to be executed.

those clothes. the group is wearing the same pants that those soldiers had on. the haircuts, their voices… there is no doubt about it.

“what—” you’re about to speak up – revealing your identity in hopes of getting answers and perhaps delay the execution with the little power you have - when you’re interrupted.

how could you not have noticed that imposing figure making its way towards you before eventually coming to a stop at your face?

you don’t know what to do or say. it’s like you have met a dead end. you can’t go back, nor can you move forward as a wall of muscles cage you into place. you don’t have time to react before sukuna’s fingers move up to wrap around your throat. he doesn’t hold on tight, at least not to the point that it hinders your airway. it’s a rather possessive gesture, a warning to not move or try anything funny.

“stay,” sukuna orders. you know you cannot defy him in any way, thus you do as told. you catch a glimpse of a silhouette behind the pink-haired man. A frown settles on your face the second you notice who it belongs to. that damned woman. . . she subtly shoots you a grin, one that makes your stomach churn and your blood boil.

you had been too reckless. you should have known that she would tell on you. if only you didn’t come around this area, none of this would have happened. those poor souls would not be lined up in a row in the yard, awaiting their inevitable end by the hands of the curse everyone fears. you feel like it’s all your fault and that nearly sends you spiraling.

“’lord sukuna doesn’t have to know,’ huh?” sukuna mocks with a dry laugh. a shiver runs down your spine once you realize what he is referring to. those courageous words that have been uttered to you today. you swallow thickly as you’re forced to lock eyes with the enraged curse in front of you.

he scoffs and turns your head to look at the blindfolded soldiers who are kneeling on the gravel, “how cute. which one of ‘em said that to you?”

you’re unable to immediately answer sukuna. there’s simply no way out of this. he will know the truth one way or another. the other concubine standing behind him will surely spill the beans if you lie. your punishment will be worse if you’re caught lying and the thought alone makes you panic internally.

“answer me,” the king of curses demands. his fingers tighten the grip around your neck, his face leaning in right in front of yours. it’s terrifying, really, even if you know sukuna wouldn’t physically hurt you in any way. at least not badly.

he emphasizes his demand with a subtle threat, “and don’t you dare lie.”

it’s futile lying to sukuna anyway. your eyes fill up with tears from the pure pressure you are experiencing. you look over the group of soldiers that are on their knees, waiting to be executed. just a few moments ago, they were laughing with each other while practicing their skills, not having a clue of what would happen. you grit your teeth. life is unfair.

you refuse to point at anyone, but your gaze does linger on one soldier on the far right. that instantly catches sukuna’s attention and he makes a mental note of it. he isn’t dumb: he is aware that you’re softhearted and selfless. you wouldn’t publicly expose anyone, because you’re afraid of what he will do to them if he were to find out.

“hm.” sukuna possesses enough information. he releases you with a slight push, all four of his eyes focused on that specific soldier. an ominous silence fills the air before you’re excused with a quick gesture of his hands. the king of curses wordlessly commands the guards to draw their swords; not a single life would be spared.

why? because the other soldiers are just as guilty. not reporting to sukuna about the behavior of their follow squad member is an act of treason by itself. besides, sukuna doesn’t really need those soldiers any longer. he can always assemble another group of weak men and put them on the front lines, to play the role of human shields.

his arms are crossed as he stares each of them down. he is about to tell the first guard to start the execution when he feels you tug at the sleeve of his yukata.

you gulp as you cling onto the fabric. you’re trying your best to change his mind. as his favorite, perhaps you had that power. to stop the blood hungry curse that lives for death and chaos. “pleqse don’t—" you open your mouth, only for one of his hands to grab you by your jaw.

“y’ don’t get to tell me what to do, brat,” sukuna answers in a low, dangerous voice. he taps your cheek twice to remind you of your place. he pushes you aside, causing you to stumble backwards into the building. be may be ruthless, but not to the point where he’d force you to witness the slaughter that’s about to take place.

“i’ll deal with ya later,” he adds with a faint huff. he quickly waves you off, “now, move.”

all you can do is stare at sukuna’s back before slowly retreating into the estate. you feel sick. you feel like you’re going to throw up as you scurry past the concubine who also makes her way back to her chambers, the woman still grinning from ear to ear.

heads will roll because of you. again.

. . .

the estate is unusually quiet around this hour. not a single soul had the guts to get out of their chambers after word spread that another execution took place. this time it was a group of soldiers, all of them taken out without a warning. they fear they’re next—not even your own lady-in-waiting dares to talk to you for the time being.

you’re laying on your bed, unable to sleep your worries away. the warmth underneath your sheets gives you a sense of comfort, but it isn’t enough to drive the negative thoughts away. you only lift your head up from the pillow when the doors to your room slide open. you heart nearly stops beating in your chest as you see sukuna stroll inside like nothing happened.

his footsteps are heavy against the wooden flooring. you sit up out of habit, to greet him. your eyes are downcast, however. you know a punishment awaits you as well. you don’t think he will expel you from his harem nor get rid of you in any way. he would have done so the moment he’s seen you back at the training grounds if that were to be the case.

sukuna sits on the edge of your bed, crossing all four of his arms. he sighs the second he sees the gloomy expression on your face. his hand reaches out, fingers pushing some of the hairs back from your face.

he doesn’t speak up for a minute, simply allowing you to gather your thoughts. his index finger and thumb glide down to grasp your chin— a gentle yet firm touch. “y’ see what happens when you disobey me?”

sukuna’s reminder sure was a violent one, but that’s to be expected from a disaster curse like him. of course he wouldn’t change his violent nature for you; you should’ve expected that. you shouldn’t have become so delusional, so blinded because of the fact that you’re his favorite.

perhaps the special treatment is getting to your head. it’s making you feel like you have a chance at taming a monster.

especially now, as sukuna climbs onto your bed and leans back against the headboard, pulling your small body onto his lap. the duality is messing with your brain and making you unable to fully despise the man in front of you.

“yes, my lord,” you take a deep breath before eventually answering with those three words. you’re a weak woman, melting right into the embrace of the man you’re supposed to hate. you cannot help yourself as you feel those big hands rub up and down your sides.

“good,” sukuna’s signature smirk tugs at his lips. you’re easy to distract, easy to please. looking at you from up close like this is somehow soothing the anger inside him. he’s supposed to punish you for disobeying his orders— for going somewhere you’re not supposed to. for interacting with a man who tried to approach you romantically.

yet he cannot bring himself to continue his rough lecture. seeing you become all putty in his hands puts his mind at ease. hurting you? kicking you out of his harem? killing you? no, none of that. all those evil thoughts are thrown out of the window the second your body made contact with his.

sukuna doesn't know whether to dislike or enjoy the undeniable power you have over him. if it was any of his other concubines in your position, he would've executed them right beside those soldiers. maybe it is a sick and twisted sense of love that he has for you.

even if love is a foreign thing to a cold-blooded curse like him.

“y’re lucky i still have some use for you,” sukuna comments as his big hand moves up to rub your head, subtly ruffling your hair. his actions are in contrast with his words. his words carry the hard 'truth', reminding you of your place as his concubine. but his actions tell you that you’re more than that to him. more than just a toy to his collection.

his fingers trace your cheek, your jaw and down to the collar of your kimono. he slips two digits between the gaps of the fabric and traces your cleavage. your heart rate picks up, which the king of curses easily senses. he shakes his head with a dry and nearly condescending laugh.

you’re easy. easy to pacify, easy to shut up with just a couple touches. that’s also what he likes about you. the fact that you’re so submissive to him when you need to be. sukuna traces the curves of your perky breasts, “you should just look pretty for me like this—listen to me and not get into trouble.”

goosebumps appear on your skin from the sensual touch. a shiver runs down your spine as the tips of his fingers nearly touch your sensitive buds before retreating. it’s a tease meant to drive you crazy, to get you riled up only for nothing to happen.

sukuna leans in and nips at the skin near your throat. his breath is hot and heavy against your neck, his kisses are chaste and tingly. two of his hands pull your upper body against his until you’re chest to chest. his lips find your shoulder, fingers loosening the kimono to expose your sensitive flesh.

“none of this would’ve happened if ya jus’ listened, hm?” sukuna whispers in a rough tone. he knows it’s not fully your fault—that stupid soldier shouldn’t have made a move on you in the first place. although, he can’t help but play mindgames with you. to mold you into the perfect woman for him.

and you fall right into his trap. “sorry. won't do it again,” you reply in a quiet whisper. your own hands clench onto the fabric of his black yukata, eyes closed and head tilted to give sukuna better access to your neck. he appreciates your thoughtfulness as his teeth sink into your flesh.

“hah. that’s what y’ say every time,” the pink-haired curse clicks his tongue. one of his hands moves to the back of your head, fingers curling into the strands of your hair. he tugs at them so you can face him properly.

“. . .such a little brat,” sukuna’s eyes roam over your facial features and down to your body. he gives you a subtle grin before his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss.

you should be feeling guilty for being part of the reason why an entire group of people have lost their lives, yet here you are, shamelessly making out with their executer.

the love you share is toxic, but addictive. you find yourself crawling back to sukuna each time you promise not to fall for his tricks. and the same goes for him.

the king of curses finds himself tolerating more and more of your behavior—behavior that would have others in their grave. no matter what you say or do, he keeps you alive. he simply punishes you in other ways than death, even when death is all he knows.

sukuna bites on your bottom lip which causes your mouth to open. he takes advantage of it and slips his tongue inside, mixing his saliva with yours. he groans against your lips due to the pure pleasure he receives from your kisses.

you pull away suddenly, feeling lightheaded from the lack of air you were getting. the man in front of you scoffs and flicks your forehead for that, grumpy again because you decided to bring an end to his pleasure.

sukuna allows you a little break, however. he brings his mouth to your ear and you swear you can hear the smirk on his lips as he speaks. “y’re mine. don’t you forget,” he mutters to you in a low tone.

you nod without hesitation, “all yours.”

you will never forget that. no matter what you do or where you go— you’re still sukuna’s. in every way possible. there is no escaping him. no one can take you away from him, as you’ve been reminded of an hour ago.

not another man, nor another woman. not even his other concubines can get you out of his sight. they may continue to scheme, but they won’t succeed.

what happened today is still replaying in the back of your mind as the make out session develops into something more. you’ve pushed the guilt, sadness and shame aside for the time being, though you know that those emotions will come crashing down after this is done.

death is inevitable around this place. you’ve grown a bit desensitised to it and have accepted your fate a long time ago when you realised that you had somehow done the impossible.

now you - and the others - are actively suffering the consequences— the consequences of making the ryomen sukuna fall in love.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fanfic #jjk angst #jjk fluff #sukuna angst #sukuna fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x female reader

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