#especially when his hair is more red than... whatever his hair colour is

[chynandri]

speaking of miriel i had a disturbing revelation

[inkdrinkerworld]

Remus doesn't love when you get sick, he hates seeing you with a red raw nose and a fever but he loves how you act when you're under the weather.

You're usually his independent girlfriend when you're fully healthy, but the minute you're even a bit sniffly, you can't lift a finger for yourself and he loves that he can take care of you.

"Remmy," you whine, shoving your face into his chest as he helps you sit up in bed. You'd be wrecked with a fever over the night and Remus had been a diligent doctor and placed a cool rag on your chest and back and had you bundled up all night.

This little routine had gone on all morning when he realised that the fever never broke fully.

"My love," he responds, smiling when you lift your head with a shy smile. "What can I do for you?" He pulls the rag from behind you, feeling the back of your neck and finding the fever reduced but not gone.

"I just want a cuddle and a kiss." Remus pouts, smearing a kiss to your forehead, cheek and then your lips and pulls you a little closer to him and squeezes you tight.

Remus smiles over your head, especially when you nuzzle closer to his neck and shift your body to his lap. "Better?" he asks, amusement colouring his tone as he moves his hands around you to hold you better.

"A little," you're too nasal for your liking. You hate being ill. You hate it more than anything in the world, but your job gets you sick every term. "Do we have vegetable soup?"

Remus hums, "I can make you some. With beef stock?"

You perk a little, leaning back to look at him with your bleary eyes. "And lots of egg noodles."

Remus nods, "But you have to take all your medicine." That deflates you instantly and he chuckles at the way you grimace. "Baby, you have to."

"But I don't want the syrup." You sound petulant and whiny but you lean even more into Remus, like you can hide away yourself in him and it makes his heart stampede in his chest.

"I won't give you the syrup, babylove." he pushes back your sweaty hair and kisses your forehead, frowning when he feels your fever again. "However," and at that you whine again, holding onto his neck as if it would save you from whatever heartbreaking news Remus was about to tell you.

"Rem," you cut him off and he shakes his head, only a little stern as he speaks again.

"You'll have to take something for your fever and they won't be the gummies you like. They'll more likely be tablets."

You sniffle wetly, congested making you sound worse as you speak. "Just two?"

Remus nods and pulls you from his neck, wiping the tears that tumble down your cheeks. "Just two. Give me thirty minutes to get everything together and we can have a cwtch and watch a show while you eat."

You nod, kissing Remus' wrist as you climb out of his lap and lay on the bed. He tucks you in and sets a cool rag on your chest just before he leaves and heads to the kitchen.

[theprettyarachnid]

JJK characters and their reaction to a sensitive, innocent and easily flustered s/o🌹

a/n: yes <3 also i was on a roll with this one and i’m proud of myself

also sorry for the depression fest lately, my bad yall

warnings: the more you scroll the more nsfw it gets

characters: itadori, megumi, inumaki, yuuta, gojo, suguru, nanami, sukuna (some characters aged up)

itadori

🕷️ he thinks it’s really cute how flustered you get over the simplest of things

🕷️ he’ll hold your hand and he catches a glimpse of the tips of your ears turning a little red

🕷️ yuji once made a dirty joke while hanging out with you, megumi, and nobara and while the other two were rolling their eyes or saying their piece about the joke, he noticed you having this confused look on your face

🕷️ almost like you were a stranger within an inside joke

🕷️ he took note of it and will occasionally say things that are dirty when it’s just the two of you only to watch it fly over your head

🕷️ yuji doesn’t really lose his temper but you did something reckless on a mission once and he got really upset

🕷️ he couldn’t stop himself from yelling at you out of concern and fear but when you started crying he stopped

🕷️ he immediately gave you hug while you kept apologizing only to hear him shush you

🕷️ he was upset with himself for the rest of the day and a little more

🕷️ he cuddled with you for hours even when you told him you had something to do

🕷️ “just a few more minutes, you’re warm and i don’t want you to go”

megumi

🕷️ you can say whatever you want, i think megumi gets a little flustered at times as well

🕷️ in the beginning of the relationship, nobara and yuji would be snickering in the background as megumi tried to make a move

🕷️ your sensitivity can sometimes be a problem because megumi is naturally stand-offish and can sometimes come off as kind of mean

🕷️ especially because we know he can be kind of bad at comforting people but he’s gotten better at it because of you

🕷️ he likes to tuck your hair behind your ear because he likes seeing your lips thin out while you shyly look down

🕷️ not huge displays of affection in public but even when you two are alone and you kiss both of you end up having coloured cheeks when you pull away

inumaki

🕷️ if he’s feeling like it, he makes you flustered on purpose just for your reaction

🕷️ as well as he’s not one to be ashamed of showing his affection so throughout the day he holds your hand, kisses your cheek, twirls your hair when he’s bored

🕷️ but he finds it funny when he shows big displays of affection watching you try to run off before everyone starts staring but he catches your hand so you can’t leave

🕷️ “tuna!”

🕷️ when you two are alone he’s noticed that you’ve become a little less embarrassed when it’s just the two of you

🕷️ movie night with the gang

🕷️ everyone has turns picking out the movie so panda or gojo (on the rare occasion he joins) might put on a scary movie

🕷️ you’ll cover your eyes at certain parts of the movie but be peaking out a little because you’re too interested

🕷️ he pulls the cringey yawn over the shoulder thing even though he doesn’t have to and he knows it’s cringe

yuuta

🕷️ also finds it cute but goes easy on you even though he could do a lot worse

🕷️ occasionally pokes fun at you but gives you a quick kiss so you know he’s joking and you don’t have to get upset about it

🕷️ sometimes he can’t help himself and puts his hand a little lower than usual or will gently squeeze your waist

🕷️ can be overprotective during missions

🕷️ when he leaves for missions, he gives you multiple pairs of sweatshirts, t-shirts, etc for you to wear and even when people ask “is that yuuta’s” and you get embarrassed you still keep it on

🕷️ yuuta can’t help himself when he gets back, as soon as he sees you he picks you up bridal style and spins you around while kissing you

🕷️ by the time you’ve stopped spinning, you’re out of breath, dizzy, and grinning like an idiot

gojo

🕷️ RELENTLESS

🕷️ consider getting a restraining order

🕷️ like sometimes it can be cute like he’ll call you beautiful but other times he gives you a quick smack on the ass or squeezes your boobs when no one’s around

🕷️ you yell at him at times especially if it was in public and really embarrassing with red cheeks

🕷️ and as a sensitive person myself, probably a little tears in the eyes

🕷️ he feels really bad when you yell at him and hugs you for however long he feels necessary

🕷️ for some reason he really likes seeing you in his shades and randomly will put them on you

🕷️ it doesn’t really make you flustered, you actually find it kind of funny at times

🕷️ even when his eyes are covered, you can feel him staring at you and when his eyes are uncovered it’s in adoration

🕷️ gojo just thinks you’re so pretty and he can’t keep his eyes off you

🕷️ he finds it funny how suggestive jokes go right over your head so he’s more direct when it comes to you

🕷️ he whispers something in your ear occasionally and bites the tip of your ear watching your eyes widen and your face getting red

🕷️ he wiggles his eyebrows whenever he says some promiscuous which makes you make your mouth agape as you just turn your head away

suguru

🕷️ finds it amusing

🕷️ isn’t as relentless but occasionally will intentionally do something here and there

🕷️ when he’s talking to one of his disciples and you’re with him, he slyly moves his hand down to your ass gently squeezing it

🕷️ the disciple usually looks confused when they notice you hide your face while staring at the floor

🕷️ likes to sneak up on you and will give you a kiss behind your ear and feel the blood rush up your neck and onto your face

🕷️ gently cups your cheek and compliments you a little too loudly so people will hear

🕷️ he likes how innocent you are because the less you know the more he can expose you to

🕷️ is really gentle with you so you don’t get upset

🕷️ death penalty to anyone who makes you upset, the more upset you are the more miserable the death is

🕷️ he doesn’t let you know though, the last thing he wants is to see who he really is when it comes to others

nanami

🕷️ noticed it the first time he leaned over you to see what you were doing

🕷️ it was only out of curiosity of what you were doing but he thought it was cute seeing how flustered he made you

🕷️ notices how you keep stealing glances at him when he loosens his tie which shows a bit of his collarbone

🕷️ “you know, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me dear.”

🕷️ even with his statement though, you still would

🕷️ occasionally asks you to loosen his tie for him and watches as you look at the floor quietly giving an “okay” before walking over

🕷️ he takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss to the forehead

🕷️ he gives you a small smile when you look up before gently kissing you again on the lips enjoying how your hands tremble a little as you still loosen his tie

🕷️ if he raises his voice out of frustration and sees you curl into yourself while looking at the floor, he makes sure to take a breath and apologize

🕷️ it’s a very rare occurrence but it still happens

🕷️ likes when you sit on his lap while he works because he likes how close you are to him and how you stammer a little bit whenever he talks to you

sukuna

🕷️ oh god

🕷️ not to be cringe but you’re literally in the lions den

🕷️ sometimes literally if you’re in his domain

🕷️ sukuna always makes a point for you to look him in the eyes whenever he talks to you, no matter what he’s saying

🕷️ if you look away from embarrassment, he grabs your chin to make you look at him and sometimes even makes you repeat how he wants you to look at him when he’s talking to you

🕷️ “what did i say about keeping eye contact? say it so i know you understand.”

🕷️ occasionally gives you a break if he’s feeling nice but will still do things to get a reaction

🕷️ you sit on his lap on his throne, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other on your thigh

🕷️ a little too high up your thigh most of the time

🕷️ lifts your chin up before he kisses you

🕷️ he doesn’t care if one of his servants comes to him about something and he’s doing whatever to you just to hear you stumble with your words while nervously playing with your hands

🕷️ loves fucking you especially in his true form because he has more arms, two of them holding each of your wrists while another one is slung over his shoulder and being extended just a little too far

🕷️ to make it even worse he makes you beg most of the time and watches your tears run down your face

🕷️ isn’t exactly the nicest person, i mean he’s the king of curses, so he says a lot of insensitive things

🕷️ he rolls his eyes and tells you to stop crying which usually only makes it worse so eventually he gives some weird half-assed kind of an apology so you’ll stop crying

🕷️ he doesn’t say “i’m sorry” but pulls you closer so your head is against his chest while he plays with your hair and that’s usually the closest you get to an apology

[sttoru]

LOST IN YOUR EYES !

ෆ sypnosis. your lover’s bangs cover most of his eyes and stand in your way whenever you want to admire them. you take matters in your own hands and find a way past that barrier to admire his eyes properly.

ෆ note. based on this anon request. thank you for the amazing idea bb! hope you enjoy. not proof read. this includes headcanons + small drabbles (below cut)

ෆ tags. blade / jing yuan x gender neutral reader (written with female reader in mind, however no pronouns used), fluff, reader gets referred to as cute/adorable in jing yuan’s part.

BLADE !

genuinely doesn’t even know why you’d like to stare into his eyes in general. blade doesn’t look much into a mirror, however since meeting you and hearing your kind comments about them, he’s started to secretly look more at his eyes whenever passing by his reflection.

blade does this out of pure confusion, because he fails to understand why you’d like his uniquely red and yellow coloured eyes. no matter how many times he tries to put his mind to it—your reasoning is impossible to comprehend. he just labels your comments about them as weird.

blade got a bit defensive when you first started to move his dark blue bangs to the side with the excuse of wanting to see his eyes. he’d swat your hand away in the beginning. though, slowly and surely, he got used to that habit of yours.

“again?” blade sighs with his arms folded over his chest.

he had been strolling around with you and the sun was setting, the orange sky making his eyes glow and seem even more ethereal to you. especially due to the gold hue in them which shone brighter than ever.

“please? just stay still.” you pout, putting on your best puppy eyes. that antic normally never works on blade for some reason; he’ll show zero reaction to your pleading. if he’s in a better mood than usual, he’ll glance at you and then nod at best.

“for me?” you add in a desperate attempt to get your lover to comply.

blade silently looks over at you. there was not an ounce of change to be seen on his cold face, yet you noticed the subtle flicker in his eyes. one that no other person could have spotted. you had spent enough time admiring his eyes to memorise every little detail about them. from how they’d look when he’s mad to how they’d look when he’s in a (rare) content mood.

you knew your pleading had finally broke through his hard shell.

“…” blade stops in his tracks and turns his body to you, letting his arms fall to their sides like you’ve won him over. it’s the most vulnerable he’s been with anyone.

you stood there with your mouth slightly agape at the beautiful scenery, including the man in front of you. the wind blowing through blade’s long hair and the way he’s standing so relaxed—it was almost an honour to see that view.

“i’m not going to stand here all day. come.”

you immediately went over to blade, standing in close proximity to his body. you carefully brushed his bangs to the side and looked into both of his gorgeous eyes. blade was staring right back at you, not blinking even once.

“incredible..” you admire him out loud as your thumbs graze against the smooth skin of his temples.

blade doesn’t utter a word and lets you do what you want to. he can’t deny the unfamiliar yet tugging feeling in the pits of his stomach. the one feeling he’s been trying to repress to not make the same mistake twice.

all he could do in that moment of vulnerability was accept the power you had and will continue to have over him.

JING YUAN !

is probably fascinated by your wish to look into his golden orbs. jing yuan, in contrast of blade, thinks it is pretty adorable of you. he won’t question your actions and just goes along with whatever you desire of him. the general is a fool for you.

jing yuan won’t even mind it if you do it in public. he’ll bend his head down a little to give you access to his face. but, don’t blame him if he has his hands on your waist or hips in the meantime. you being close to him while looking into his eyes is considered something romantic according to him.

be prepared for kisses to be stolen from you. you’ll be in such a trance, too enamoured by his eyes to even notice the strategy the general was planning. that strategy including all the ways he can have you close enough for a ‘surprise’ kiss.

jing yuan was staring back at you with a soft smile that reached his eyes, his arms wrapped around your waist while you laid on his bare chest, “are you having fun, dearest?”

it was just another lazy morning with the two of you cuddled up in his cozy bed. jing yuan, who was spared from his duties today, woke up to you playing with his hair. specifically, the light grey-ish locks that covered one of his eyes.

“mhm,” you hum, the soft sound of delight being jing yuan’s weakness, “you’re so pretty.”

you always tell him that. it was the truth and you simply wanted your lover to know how good he looks. no matter what he’s doing—whether it’d be sleeping, working, fighting or eating—jing yuan’s handsome looks were mesmerising.

your kind words earn a deep chuckle from your partner, sending vibrations through his chest, “well, thank you.”

jing yuan’s calloused hand cups one side of your cheek while your own hand held his bangs to the side. now both of his eyes were staring back at yours. you enjoyed jing yuan’s loving gaze that scanned your entire face in search of a perfect place to kiss.

the light streaming into the room between the gaps of your curtains made his skin glow and his soft yellow eyes more vibrant. they shone like valuable golden ores which mankind could only dream of witnessing.

jing yuan held onto the back of your head and guided your lips down to meet his in a kiss. a surprise kiss so romantic that it had you melting into his touch in an instant.

after you pulled back, jing yuan could easily spot the embarrassment on your face. he’s glad that his antics still have that effect on you.

“my love,” the general sighs in content, the pad of his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath your right eye, “you’re so easy to catch off guard.”

and he loves you for it.

[weirdsht]

I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected. 

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

[volturissideslut]

May I request the Volturi guard with their so that colors her hair fun colors? I had blue streaks before, but I colored it purple this weekend! Please and thank you!

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕲𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉

As someone who used to dye her hair all the time, this sounds like such a fun ask

Alec often helps you, bleaching your hair and training himself to get the perfect base for you. He especially likes the lighter colours on you such as pastels, and is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He'll part your hair, style it, or dye it himself if that is what you want. Upkeeping it is basically quality time in his eyes where he's caring for you and your wants.

Jane matches a single lock of hair with you, one that is hidden from the eyes of many. In the back of her head and only visible when her hair is down, is a streak of whatever bold colour you have chosen to colour your head. She quite likes navy blue on you if she had to chose, but she is glad to always match with you in secret. Only you ever see it because only you ever see her hair down. To the rest of the world it is always up in that sleek bun of hers.

Felix had never hear of seen of suck bold colours on peoples head. Perhaps white hair or maybe certain gingers, but purple? Green? Even red? The man is astounded. I see him as being more indifferent towards your ever changing hair than anything. A simple nod or acknowledgement of it as being nice is all you get. He sees it as just one of your little quirks more than anything else, so if you're happy then he's happy too.

Demetri fangirls about how cool you are, especially if we're talking about a more grunge look. He's helping you with upkeep because he wants his mate to look good, in whichever aesthetic you chose. If it's not so much a grunge look as it is just randomly deciding you want pink hair one day he is all up for the surprise. He'll do a whole bit every time you change it, asking who this gorgeous person is and grinning in mischief as he says "my partner never has to know" to you.

[missterious-figure]

Wine and feathers reverse AU. Y/N is an EXTREMELY rare Gold rose peafowl. They are the pride and joy of the Casino and are treated better than royalty. However, that means they're spoiled rotten and kick out any handler at the slightest displeasure. Sun, Moon and Eclipse were brothers who all applied for the position of Y/N's handler and passed with flying colours. When Y/N was asked to choose they said "All three or no one ever again"

Thus proceeds shenanigans and Y/N trying to woo all three of them to be their mates.

(Note: this y/n is masculine and uses he/him pronouns)

You strutted into the bar, looking around. You smirked as everyone turned their heads to you. You couldn't blame them, though. How could anyone not want to see your beautiful rose gold feathers? Especially when they glistened oh so perfectly in the sunlight that beamed through the windows. You did love the attention, but you were aiming to trap the attention of someone else. Well, three people, actually.

You had just been given three new handlers, Sam, Maxwell, and Eric. You liked to just call them Sun, Moon, and Eclipse. Though the three were brothers, and all really muscular and hot, they all looked really different from each other. Sam had blue eyes and fluffy gold-blonde hair. Maxwell's eyes were a deep ember, almost red, and he sported long silver gray hair, normally tied back in a ponytail or braid. Eric had eyes so light brown they appeared yellow. His bronze brown hair wasn't as long as Maxwrll's. But it wasn't as short as Sam's either. Eric was also the tallest of the brothers.

You weren't sure about the three of them when they first came. Soon you were head over-heels. They were nice to you, sure, but more importantly, they were feisty. They flirted and teased you back. You loved the challenge of "out flirting" them. How you enjoyed to see them blush. It's the perfect reward.

Just as you were thinking of their rosy faces, you noticed Sam sitting alone at the bar ordering a drink. His back was facing you, so he hadn't noticed you. Perfect. You snuck up behind him like a shadow. Be it a super shiny rose shadow, but whatever. Sam had just received his drink. He said thanks to bartender. Before he could even take a sip you had gently cupped his face from behind. He was started at first, but then noticed your metallic purple gloves.

"Hello there, darling."

He put a hand on one of yours and glanced back at you. He had to look up to meet your eyes, given you were 8.7 feet tall. He was only 6.5. Such a short thing. Well, at least in your standards. You rested your head on his broad shoulder, whispering in his ear. "Hello, my sweet Sun."Sam raised a brow and giggled.

"Is that the name you've given me? First you name Eric Eclipse, and then Maxwell Moon. What is with this celestial theme, my love?"

"Because you guys aren't only the lights of my life, but the center of my world."

Bingo, you thought to yourself. Sam had started blushing a brilliant pink, like the setting sun. He needed to think of something, fast. Then he smiled. He regained his competence and caught your face in his hands. Without wasting any time, he brought you nose to nose with him. He whispered back.

"Come on, darling, you know we revolve around you."

He pushed his face closer, like he was gonna kiss you. At the last second he pulled back, grabbed his drink, and swerved past you.

"See ya, my love."

He calmly walked out of the bar, humming, leaving a very flustered peacock harpy shocked. Your cheek feathers were all bristled. He almost kissed you. He almost... You touched you lips quietly, wishing he had gone through with his silly little plan. You longed for his lips on yours. Sam was going to pay for teasing you like that. You are going to steal a kiss from him... eventually. He may have won the battle, but this was a war. And you intended to win.

Here's a picture of what I imagine peacock y/n to look like!

Tehe. 8.7 ft bastard y/n. As a baby you were called amethyst eyes. Your favorite color is purple.

(Also, Eric is 7.1 ft. Maxwell is 6.5 ft, just like Sam)

[padfootagain]

Bookshelves

Hi everyone ! Here is a cute little something to answer this anonymous request for my 6k event : “I am in love with your writing style 💖😍 Can you make ben Barnes one with trope 16?”

Thank you for your request, anon! Hope you like the cute drabble I wrote for it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff you will get cavities

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

Word count: 1258 (short but sweet!)

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

The air is crisp and cold and you love it. It’s greyer than the leaves outside, they still wear their orange and red colours. The sky matches the global atmosphere of that afternoon: heavy with upcoming rain, gradients between black and white, smelling of the earth after a storm. You have a warm mug waiting for your lips right by your side, there, on the floor. A warm blanket wrapped around your frame and a fire cracking over cold stones. It’s warm, it’s autumn in all its splendour.

It's a simple afternoon, basked in Eta James’s voice, and it’s easy to forget that tomorrow is just another Monday, that you will have to go to work and get up before dawn and fight the cutting edges of the cold wind against your cheeks. It’s easy to forget that this day will have to end. Especially when Ben’s voice rises from somewhere behind you, a low hum that spreads warmth and reassurance across your heart, makes it skip a few beats in its excitement. He’s humming along the melody, matching the warmth of the saxophone and the quietness of his padding feet against the tiles. When he sits down by your side again, a refill of warm tea in his favourite mug, his hair is dishevelled, wearing an old black hoodie and some sweatpants, along with colourful fuzzy socks.

And you love it. You’ve never found him as stunning as he is now, looking cozy and warm and infinitely intimate in the simplicity of his appearance. Nothing fancy. Nothing done to impress you. You’ve passed this uneasy stage of your relationship a long time ago. You love each other too much now to accept anything from the other but their true self. You admire the curve of his jaw darkened with stubble, and the grace of his eyelashes brushing his pale cheeks, and the enticing beauty spot under his right eye. You’re not even thinking as you reach up to brush his messy dark strands of hair back, out of his face, so you can see him better. He’s smiling, turning towards you as you move your fingers through his hair, just the way he likes it.

“Alright, so… how do we proceed with this?” he asks, something mischievous glinting in his dark eyes, and you can’t supress a smile.

The task at hand is huge: rearranging the bookshelves of two people who adore reading is going to be a mission that will keep you both busy for the whole day. You’re going to love every second of it, no doubt.

“Do you want to reorganize everything by author? Genre? Colour?”

“Author is more practical.”

“Colour is prettier.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I will do whatever makes you happy, my darling.”

“Do you want to separate our collections?”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“We share a last name by now, we’re done compartmentalizing stuff and labelling them as ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Whenever you’re sick, even your bloody virus becomes mine…”

You laugh at that, playfully pinching his thigh.

“Hey! It’s not my fault if you caught my cold last month! I told you to stop cuddling me, and you didn’t!”

“You looked too miserable. I was feeling too bad for you…”

The admittance is a mix of fondness, shyness and something extra-sweet that your heart can’t handle. It quickens its pace as it overloads.

“Right, so… we’re putting them all together, but how? Because for now, our books are a mess.”

“I vote authors. Because I’m an organised person,” Ben argues, but you pull your tongue at him at the playful teasing in his tone.

“I vote colours, cause it’s more aesthetically pleasing.”

“I vote for whatever makes you happy, cause I’m a clever lad, and I know I need to pick my battles in this relationship…”

“Clever lad, indeed!”

You exchange a laugh and a tender kiss, before starting to empty the shelves, Ben standing up to take the books out and passing them to you so you could organize them in piles.

It takes what looks like forever to empty all the shelves fully. You have mountains of books around you by the time you’re done, and Ben has changed the music to some Louis Armstrong and his trumpet. It has started to rain, and you have to turn on the lights as the sky turns a darker shade of grey. The rhythmic pattern of the rain against the windowpane and the rooftop warms your heart, and draws white clouds over the windows.

Ben is becoming increasingly distracted though. By the time the shelves are empty, he’s restless and keeps on playfully pushing your legs with his feet.

“Stop it!” you smack his foot away when he attacks again, making him giggle in the most adorable way.

“Let’s take a break,” he argues with such an adorable pout, you are this close from yielding, but you don’t, shaking your head.

“Come on, we can cuddle after we’re done with this,” you offer, and you notice the grin he fails to hide.

“In bed?”

“In bed.”

“Can I be little spoon?”

“If you want to, sure.”

This time he gives you a proper grin, bright and full of mischief.

“Oh, that’s a deal! Hurry up!”

You laugh at him as he starts picking piles of books, but he quickly slows down to organize the shelves correctly.

And you love it, it’s so satisfying to reorganize your bookshelves. You add some figurines, some cute pictures of the two of you as decoration to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves. And then it’s finally done, complete.

“I have to admit that the rainbow thingy looks stunning. Highly impractical, but stunning.”

“I think so myself!”

Ben drinks up the cold remnants of his tea, wincing at the nasty taste.

“We did such a good job! All our books finally put together in a pretty way!”

Ben hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer, dropping a sweet kiss to your head.

“We did an excellent job!”

That’s when he realizes that his favourite figurine is missing. He looks around frantically, but you merely chuckle as you point towards the coffee table.

“Marty’s over there,” you joke, and he heaves a relieved sigh, walking over to get his Back to the Future figurine, and he places it on a shelf.

“Now, it’s perfect!” he chimes, turning towards you. “And I think we deserve to rest now.”

“You mean… cuddle?”

“Of course, I mean cuddle! You promised I would get cuddles out of this, do not break your word!”

You laugh at him but follow him anyway, teasing him some more while you make your way to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you are buried under blankets, watching the rain fall on your windows, the touches of red from the trees in the distance, Ben tugged into your side, his head buried in the warmth of your neck as you stroke gently his back.

He heaves a content sigh.

“I love you, darling,” he whispers into your skin. “God… I’m so happy right now. This is the best, isn’t it? Just… doing the simplest of things together. Just… doing nothing. Just… being here, together.”

You hum, kissing his forehead, and you notice then that he has closed his eyes. He’ll soon fall asleep, he often does when you hold him like this. He can’t help it. He feels so peaceful in your arms, safe, untroubled.

“Yeah… yeah, I think that’s the best, indeed…”

[sanshoney]

older brother & male!child!reader

reader is 10, older brother is 18

no plot, just fluff

shout out to boys who never wanted siblings, only an older brother

(intentional lowercase, no use of y/n)

– to be honest, having dead parents is a burden alone. but also having a little brother you have to take care of now? yeah, noah knows it all too well.

– seriously, he can barely take care of himself. he barely graduated! and he can't even live alone because of his stupid brother. things aren't the best right now for him.

– of course, you're not the one at fault here. you didn't want your parents dead, right? besides, you had never been particularly too close with your older brother. maybe it's the big age gap or maybe it's his unbearable personality. or the combination of both.

– if he were a bit kinder to you, everything would be just fine. he never touches you and rarely talks to you. there are times you don't see him for days. you find yourself missing your father's warm embrace and loving words.

– still, you try so hard to get his attention. you ask him about his day everytime he arrives home. for your efforts, you get a short 'boring' from noah and moments later he's off to his room.

– you know it's hard for him. being an adult must be hard... especially in his case. you appreciate everything he does for you, from working to cooking dinner. you always say "thank you, big brother!" with a wide smile on your face, hugging his waist. you're a well-mannered boy, after all. he usually groans and pats your head awkwardly, muttering a quiet "whatever."

you decide he's not good with words or touch or... well, you decide to draw your affection for him! you work on the drawing for an hour, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. your final product on the paper is quite good! the sun is shining on the left upper corner, the grass is a pretty green and the clouds are blue. in the middle, there are two people: a short and a tall one. the short one is you, wearing a blue t-shirt and green shorts. you're holding the hand of the taller figure, who is noah! he's wearing a red tee (you found out red is his favorite colour!) with grey pants. a happy smile is plastered on both of the boys' faces.

you grab the paper satisfied, ready to give it to your brother. you sprint to his room, knocking loudly. a muffled "come in" can be heard, so you hurriedly open the door. you stand in front of him, hiding the paper behind your back. "big brother, i have a surprise for you!" you announce, almost bouncing from exhilaration. he looks up from his phone and waits for you to continue. you reveal the paper and place it on his bed. he looks down confused and lifts up the paper. hes looking at it, scrutinizing it and... his lips curve into a faint smile. "why did you make this?" you can tell by his tone that he's a bit flattered. "i thought you'd like it... thank you for everything you do for me!" you smile at him innocently, really hoping this will change something in him.

– ever since that day, something truly had changed. whenever you ask him about his day, he says more than one word and he even asks you the same question! when you hug him, he runs his hand through your hair. you always lean happily into his touch and smile, which makes him smile.

– recently, you started hanging out in his room. usually, he's showing you photos he took. you learnt hes working as a photographer, which is pretty cool in your opinion.

– sometimes, he gestures for you to go closer to him. he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back slowly. "little brother, y'know it's just us, right? im sorry for being distant. it's... hard. but thank you for being understanding and patient. i appreciate it." you nod and hug him back.

– in the end, all that matters is that you are always there for each other. maybe the harsh reality of the everydays can lose their sharpness a little in each other's arms.

hope you enjoyed!! ♡

what do you think about him? :3

[kupidachillea]

More Achilles headcannons? :(

oof! Well I’ll try my best. Keep in mind these are head canons and not accurate but either inspired by certain things I noticed about said character. That character being Achilles. Now on to the the actual post:

This is just a silly idea, but I’d like to think Achilles can sing. He obviously doesn’t do it much, but I feel like since he does play the lyre; he’d most definitely sing. I’m also tying this in to his nereidian roots (though it’s not really confirmed or anything that nereids can sing well).

He’d probably sing when he’s alone or with someone he’s comfortable with or around. He’s voice would probably sound lovely and hypnotic (I feel like I’m glazing him atm😭). I also feel like if he was in present day he’d still play the lyre or gravitate to the guitar.

Another thought I have is that he probably likes wearing less clothes especially at home? He probably likes to just be in shirts or trousers with not shirt or a robe or something similar. Maybe thin material like chiffon? I can imagine him in a chiffon robe. It’d probably be seen as ‘feminine’ but he doesn’t give a damn. It’s probably better than seeing him walk around stark naked (which he might do occasionally.)

But touching on the ‘feminine’ thing- I know he’s described as handsome and all. But I do think, me personally, he would have a few androgynous features and qualities. Mainly in his face. I mean- to be fair he was dressed up as a woman and seemed to not have been caught (besides Odysseus). So in shorty- war criminal/hero (whatever) that can look both masculine and feminine.

Another body head canon- his eyes aren’t like humans even though I draw them typically green or hazel- I think they’d act like cat eyes(?), again- this is mostly inspired by his ‘lion-heart’ epithet and also his nereidian heritage. So he can focus his eyes into slits and all that and I think that also emphasises his dangerous nature and murderous tendencies.

This head canon is a bit iffy but I see most people debating if Achilles had red or blonde hair- hear me out- what if he was blonde (ish) but used henna to dye his hair red because he liked the fiery colour?(this is why I described him with fiery blonde and my I draw him like that). I got the idea from a tik tok I watched of this young woman dying her hair red with henna.

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

hi!! do you have any advice for doing the sprite edits?

Oh man, I assume you mean the ISAT sprite edits I've been doing? Oof, I don't really have a solid piece of advice, but I could walk you through my process!

Usually when I want to do sprite edits for Loopfrin or Loop, I go onto the wiki and just search for what would look cool in that form. What if I made the possessed Loop sprite into a Loopfrin? That sounds cool as hell, so yoink.

When I started, I would create the canvas size to be similar width and length to the actual sprites. So my canvas is a bit bigger than the actual sprites. You can use the original dimensions if you want it to be the same size, I just like mine to be a bit bigger so I can get details in. But for comparison sake, here are the dimensions:

Another thing I do differently is that I actually redraw the sprite poses completely; since my canvas is bigger, making the actual sprite bigger would blur things, so I just use it as a visual guide rather than fully tracing it. Below is an angry Loop sprite (based on Siffrin's sprite), with the original Loop pose coloured in red and overlayed to show the difference:

You don't have to do this, it's honestly easier if you take the actual sprites and edit on top of them. But if you're planning on doing different poses, you can be a bit loose with it, especially with the expressions. Some of Siffrin's expressions don't transfer as well to a Loop (because they got no mouth, it's just eyes baby!!!!), so I usually get a little bit creative (like below with the Loop sprite edit and the Siffrin sprite its referencing). You don't have to be super exact, unless you're trying to fool people that these are sprites in the game, hehe.

Other than that, make sure you make lots of layers. If you're using the same pose but making different expressions, it's probably easier to keep the one base outline and then have several layers for the different expression outlines and colours. Mine's a bit messy, but you get the gist of it.

Other than that, just have fun with it! If you're not trying to replicate the style exactly, use whatever brush and style! My brush is more pencil like compared to ISAT's actual outlines, and I definitely took more liberties with Loopfrin's hair than how it usually looks on Siffrin.

If by chance you are asking about non-ISAT sprite edits, it's the same concept. Layers are your friend!! Use them liberally (but also name them so you don't get lost in the sauce)!!!

[sadtonight]

"Away, away my thoughts go"

Summary: getting lost in thoughts is nothing out of the ordinary for you: your mind slipping away from reality that is surrounding you while doing mundane things. It's best if he keeps you grounded, else you might fly away into the skies;

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;

Warnings: implications of unspecified mental illness, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: another self indulgent one, I underestimated my capabilities a bit so the work came two days late ha ha. I've edited the notes for the third time and I don't know what to put here! Enjoy? Get better? It's not as bad as it might seem, try to fixate on the positive moments that are happening now instead the ones that occur in your head, my own advice.

Riddle

— honestly, Riddle did give you benefit of the doubt when you seemed a bit lost by assuming that you are just busy or still yet to get accustomed to Night Raven College. However he undeniably finds it mildly infuriating. Why are you not listening to him anymore? Just so you know, it's mannerless to lose focus in the middle of conversation! Your boyfriend can always come back to what he was talking about, but not all people are willing to do so. Riddle worries about your absentminded attitude, so he directly confronts you;

— at first he didn't sound all that receptive: Riddle, in his usual way, started from matter-of-fact speech only to drop it upon seeing your visibly getting distant, as if you were told off. The red haired boy signed and broke an eye contact he was maintaining so you wouldn't feel so tense and asked if anything was distracting you or if you needed his help. Despite not looking at your boyfriend's face anymore, you could tell that the last phrases sounded a bit stained. Riddle did care about your mental well-being, so instead off brushing it off you shared what you were comfortable with;

— Riddle could relate to your dissociation, but it gave him more anxiety than reassurance: he remembers his times back at home, locked in a room with complicated books pilling up from the floor to the ceiling, dreaming of eating sweets and playing outside with Chenya and Trey again, only to come back to reality and try to get rid of the pesky thoughts that got in the way of his studies. His heart aches when he thinks about negative experience that you could've gone through;

— the very next day, red haired has went straight to the library to get his hands on as much as textbooks as he could handle. Articles that described how to keep grounded were real life savers. Riddle used to do homework with you now and then, but this time it's a permanent activity, especially everything related to memorization and math. Your boyfriend knows he can be scary when he gets carried away with studies, meaning that you get special treatment from Riddle, him being more lax and also showing how proudly smiling and praising you when you succeed;

— something Riddle also took a great liking to is trying new different tea blands and sweets in the secluded area of the Heartslabyul maze garden. Red haired boy tells you to describe the taste, smell, texture and colours of the food. Riddle became generally more attentive of you, thinking about new positive memories he wanted to make with you so that you would spend more time with him instead of somewhere far away, in the back of your mind.

Vil

— the celebrity always had to keep himself together despite whatever challenges and whims life throws at him. And naturally, the beautiful male had not-so-beautiful things to share like any other human being and you were amongst the few people he could feel relaxed enough to tell you his worries. Although, recently your boyfriend had started to suspect that his dear lacks a healthy amount of concentration, and not only in regards him but the world around;

— so being a proper partner he has made up his mind to see what was the case: Vil summoned you to his room under the guise of trying out new beauty product that appeared on the market. The tall male sat you on the chair before the vanity while standing behind you, pretending to be busy, and begun talking about the product, gradually shifting to saying outright nonsense to see how would you react. And unfortunately you didn't show confusion or surprise: you only slightly nodded and hummed, signing that you were in fact hearing Vil, however not listening to what he was saying;

— all of the sudden you were snapped back to reality by your face being turned to the side to meet magnificent, amethyst eyes that had disappointment reflected from their owner. Vil expectantly made a remark that sounded more like a plea: did something bother you or did he need to work on your focusing;

— after being cornered like that, you had no choice but to confirm your boyfriend's suspicions. Now healthy amount of self introspection is always welcome but your introspection are borderline hurtful, that's what Vil believed anyways. Beautiful male would attempt to find the root of the problem as to why do you slip away, but if you wish to withhold that information he won't pry, although he hopes you can tell him one day;

— Vil decides to help you with concentration the very same day. One of the ways that helps him to keep himself grounded is by doing exercises or practising dance movements, meaning that you will start participate alongside. Not only will it better your blood circulation but also will help you train your muscle memory and attention to details. Additionally, it's a great way to organically include you into his busy lifestyle and equally great excuse to get to touch you a bit more than Vil usually is able to.

Epel

— the boy notices how forgetful you tend to be before getting into the relationship with him. But as time passed, Epel realised you also space out a lot whenever you two are hanging out. His first reaction was to find fault in himself: Epel didn't consider himself to be a capable man for you, but he was selfish enough to crave your love and affection. Could it be that, just maybe, you grew bored of petite boy or found someone better...?

— lavender haired sulks throughout the week, until one day during the lunch break worried Jack tells him to spill the beans. Following brief explanation, beastman suggested that instead of Epel being the problem you could have a lot on the plate, but not wanting to burden your boyfriend and deal on your own. This revelation sprung Epel into action, with him hastily excusing himself and getting from his seat rushing out of dinning hall, typing you to meet him;

— your boyfriend awkwardly stood before you, hands tangling behind his back, head hanging low: he was clearly debating on how to approach the issue, finally meeting your eyes with newfound confidence. Not without stumbling through the words, Epel questioned all sorts of things that could be the case for your dissociation. Since your boyfriend had caught on, you decided to let him on about your "habits";

—it's... hard for Epel to relate, however he tries his very best to do so. Even if his initial guesses turned out to be false, lavender haired boy still set his mind on working to better himself in the relationship department. It's okay, because you can rely on him: Epel will always remind you of everything you need to be reminded of! To eat drink or have a small snack (if you don't mind apples you are never out of apple based foods), to change clothes that correspond to current weather outside, to do your college assignments which he could hypothetically help you with or at least do them together, to take care of your appearance by supplying you with different beauty products from Vil etc;

— to keep you grounded, Epel often tells you about types and sorts of apples and gives you them to see, smell, touch and taste. After that, he asks you if you remember the names, the colours and tastes of each separate type. Your boyfriend lights up when you get the correct answers, not getting frustrated if you don't remember everything — the boy is very proud of you for making progress all the same.

Idia

— you both are not the chaty-est couple out there, which made it harder to spot if something was amiss with you. Idia actually became aware of the fact when you were playing video games together by observing how sometimes you would just stand in one place or stall in the inventory menu for a while;

— your boyfriend began wondering if you didn't like the games or found them unengaging, but soon he saw the same thing happening when you were watching movies or anime. Blue flamed male debated whether to do something or just leave you be, maybe that's just how you were. It didn't let Idia focus on his projects or hobbies and Ortho made it worse by listing problems you could potentially suffer from, trying to encourage his older brother to take action;

— ugh, it's really humiliating for Idia to confront you like that, what questions he should ask anyway? By pure miracle you somehow put together what Idia was trying to convey, so you let your boyfriend on what was the situation. After listening to you, he closed his eyes for a moment. Look, Idia gets you very well, maybe too well for his own liking. However, you have so much stuff awaiting you out there, unlike him who is stuck being the Shroud. To drag you down with him to the bottom of the underworld was never an option: you mustn't suffer like him nor you mustn't lock into your own mind;

— your boyfriend wants to support you as much as he can, though only as far as his comfort zone goes. Idia didn't need to go further than his own dorm thankfully, because one of the activities that helped ground himself were engineering. Cold metal tools, weird texture of materials, the smell of plastic etc. You don't necessarily need to be a pro or something —genius male won't make you do complicated stuff, it's not like there is some existing challenge. Due to aforementioned quality, your boyfriend can bite with words painfully at times so Ortho is there to defuse the situation;

— lanky male tries to be a bit more physical with you, like touching your shoulder when he sees you staring into nothingness or awkwardly sets his slander hand on your thigh when the two of you play video games. Idia is not all too pleased but if it helps you keep your mind here somehow....

Lilia

— hellooo, Twisted Wonderland to his distracted mortal beloved. Lilia can be extremely perspective when he wishes to be, and so prior to you getting together, while the bat had been courting you, he noticed how your mind could wander somewhere else. He understands: you also must have a long history just like Lilia. Sometimes he snapped you back to reality, sometimes he started to reminisce about his own past, saying sotto voce, vague remarks that you usually didn't catch on;

— but what worried your boyfriend was the fact that you were so young yet dwelled on whatever occupied your mind. You would occasionally skip meals and forget to bring textbooks, notes and stationary supplies to classes. Lilia had experienced the same, many times, but he has lived for decades and his memory gets blurry over time. You have to be pulled out of your daydreams or else the fae will lose you — like a candle, you will melt before his very eyes. Experiencing real life sensations what makes one feel alive, Lilia knows that personally, though he doubts you would appreciate real battles for life that he has been forced to go through frequently during his war general days;

— no matter the reason for your condition, Lilia won't pry into your personal life unless you tell him. That's why he never really had a talk with you, opting for leading you straight to the point. Playful old bat flicked his fingers before your face or scared you when slipped from the conversation, popped out of nowhere and dropped his oversized jacket onto your shoulders when it got colder and you forgot to bring something warm, pulled out your college utensils from thin air when you swore you lost them somewhere in your room-

— at any rate, Lilia became very clingy all of the sudden: now short male holds your hand or hangs on your arm all the time. You don't have a chance to get used to the weight pulling your arm because he specifically drags your limb differently every day. Another weird habit that Lilia took up was to constantly make stupid jokes. He doesn't stop at the unfunny ones, no, he continues until you smile or better yet — laugh. Your boyfriend wants you to come back to him, to where he could reach you and where he could bring you as much joy as he possibly could so you wouldn't escape to dreamlands again.

[matthewloverr]

The Book

part one | part two

matt x maysen drew (femreader)

summary: when watching the people you love destroy themselves and choose money and fame over you, you found someone else to love.

warnings: swearing, smoking, angst, mention of substance abuse/ addiction!

a/n: before you guys read i just want to say thank you to these writers for inspiring me to post this !!

@strniohoeee @lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @hysteria-things @luvangelbreak

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masyn’s pov

i loved matt, in a friend way like i would do anything to protect him like any good friend would do and i know he would do the same.

but for some reason whenever we’re together i can’t shake the feeling that maybe there’s something there, something that i’m missing.

i cared deeply for him, and maybe sometimes i thought i liked him in not a friend way but i never payed attention to it.

i was never shown love growing up, i never felt it from anyone especially my parents. i was never enough for them, they were social butterflies, celebrated people, notorious and renowned. at least that’s how the public viewed them.

my parents have been celebrities for as-long as i can remember, they both have a dark history and maybe that’s why they act the way they act.

in 2010 my mom released a self help book about addiction, it went viral.

that same year my dad decided to get his shit together and started investing his money in something other than gambling at the casino and started buying property, eventually he owned half the south side and is being a real ”fixer upper”.

my childhood was very “colourful”, i never knew much about my parents until i got older and i could start noticing things. one thing i noticed is they thought having a kid meant more money.

at first i loved the paparazzi, the interviews, the red carpet events, i felt like a true princess, like i was finally getting the attention i had longed for.

but when i turned fifteen I realized it wasn’t what I wanted at all, i went to this fancy private school where i would get picked on because “the only reason i have money is because my parents were junkies”

I hated that place so much, i got myself expelled by throwing a textbook at a teachers head, my parents paid them to keep it private so it didn’t “ruin their reputation”.

when i started refusing to go to events with my parents they just gave up on me and left me alone. i. fucking. loved. it, it was so freeing to do whatever the fuck I wanted without a camera in my face.

of course I missed my parent’s attention when they would be proud of me for going to events but if i had to broadcast myself and go through hell in my day to day life, i was fine with it just being me.

around a year ago when i was 17 my parents went to some fancy influencer party and somehow convinced me to go, they put me in a long black strapless dress with a big slit on the leg, i kept my hair straight because i loved showing off my natural long red hair people always told me they would die for natural hair like it.

the party was so fucking boring, the only intresting thing was watching people get wasted and me getting wasted myself.

“aren’t you too young to be drinking?”

i turned around to see a tall boy that looked around my age, he was wearing a white button up with navy blue dress pants and a matching tie and his hair was all ruffled up.

“how else will i get through tonight” i scoffed turning back to facing straight

he leaned up against the counter next to me and just stared down at me, i could feel his bright blue eyes beaming down on me but I chose to ignore it.

“i take it you’re not a social person” he blurted out.

“nope” i replied not turning to look at him.

“good, neither am i”

I looked up at him with a confused look.

“is that why you’re talking to a girl you don’t know ?” i said with a sense of sarcasm.

he just rolled his eyes with a smile.

“soo what are you here for?” i said turning my whole body towards him leaning my side up against the counter.

“me and my two brothers were invited, they’re the social people” he said with a slight smirk.

“what about yourself?”

to be honest i didn’t know why i was here, my parents wanted nothing to do with me until they got fame. which it was all bullshit by the way my mother was dancing in the corner with a red solo cup telling everyone she was drinking water, that water was pure vodka and my father was coincidentally no where to be found.

i took a deep breath as i pointed with my hand that was holding my cup with some alcohol concoction i found at the bar, i pointed straight at my mother who was practically getting naked on the dance floor

“stasia drew” i said deadpanning to my mother.

i watched from the corner of my eye as he leaned up squinting his eyes trying to get a better look as to where i was pointing, that’s when he finally found her and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

“what are you doing here with her? And what is she doing here she looks loaded” he said with that same smile.

“that would be my mother” i said still staring her down.

“oh i’m sorry- i didn’t mean-“

i chucked at his sudden nervousness “it’s okay, you ever hear of the book the urge”

“yeah, i heard it’s really dark though so i try to avoid it”

“my mother wrote that book, don’t read it ever it’s just a bunch of bullshit” i felt myself tense up trying to not get angry, i knew he noticed it but we just kind of sat there staring.

“wanna go outside for a smoke?” he jumped up

“yes please”

he reached his hand out and i grabbed it and we snaked through the huge crowed of sweaty old rich people until we finally reached a back door.

he grabbed the box of marlboros from his pocket and placed one between his lips as he lit it up using one hand to block the wind. he took a long drag as he took it out and passed it to me.

i grabbed it and took and slowly inhaled, i smoke weed every now and then with friends but never cigarettes I mean who the hell still smokes cigarettes.

“cigarettes huh? so old fashioned” i said holding the smoke in.

“i’ve been smoking since i was like 10, never got around to quitting. plus those fruity ass vapes are disgusting” he replied with a small chuckle

i just smiled taking another hit before passing it back to him.

“does the public know u smoke?” i said blowing the smoke towards the ground.

“nah, it’s just something i do for myself when i get too overwhelmed”

“you’re telling me you don’t like all this? all the attention from millions of people, the fame, the money anything??”

“i love it but there’s also sides to me i like to keep private, some people just don’t respect that. And I should be asking you the same thing, your mother wrote an amazing book that half the world is going crazy for”

I paused for a moment staring down at my feet, they were numb from these heels I had been wearing all night but it didn’t matter. why didn’t i like any of it? i had always wanted my parents attention and i could get it from millions but instead i choose to freeze up in front of people and hide away.

i turned my head up to face him and gave a small smile.

“i’d handle fame better if i was actually proud of the reason, whenever i do come to these parties which is very rare my parents get all this praise and I have to pretend like it’s not all a lie. that book saved peoples lives except the one person who should’ve been saved, my mother”

i stopped realizing i had been rambling on but no one ever asked me, no one actually listened all they did was say how “lucky” i am and talk about my mom or my dad. it was nice talking to someone and just being me not my parents daughter or that famous authors daughter.

that was the night i met matthew and after that night we were inseparable, like two peas in a pod.

eventually him and his brothers invited me onto their podcast one day and i did talk about the book, i didn’t reveal anything about how my mom was still a drunk and still uses any substance she can get her hands on or how my dad uses all the money to gamble but instead i just kind of talked about how i grew up in the public eye and how i cope with it and it was kind of nice.

he made me feel more comfortable being out there like that and even helped me grow closer with my mother when we turned 18.

my dad walked out on us and my mom didn’t handle it well, she drank a lot but i was glad he was gone.

me and matt spent a lot of time together and sometimes i would think he’s flirting, but i just convinced myself it was just how close we were, i didn’t want to ruin it.

matt ended up getting his license and drove me and his brothers everywhere, like my little chauffeur that didn’t expect anything back.

“Yo, do you wanna go for a drive and smoke?”

“Yeah sure just let me ask mom”

“😹😹 funny joke”

“lol see you in 10”

i always caught myself smiling whenever i saw his name on my phone, i just assumed it was pure joy because i had such a wonderful friend by my side.

he texted me that he was here and out i went.

a/n: my first story !! im so very nervy, im very open to suggestions and ideas so dont hold back🤍

[sunlightandsuffering]

Fratboy Eren really is a walking red flag, he uses a 3 in 1 body wash, and has a bed with blue navy sheets and no base😭

😈😈 it’s begun anon! Truthfully this is my fave Drabble so far

She hates showering at Eren’s place, because first of all, it’s a fucking frat house which means the bathroom is shared and no one cleans it.

It’s disgusting, deplorable, her uncle would have a conniption if he ever found out she was in vicinity of a shower like this, let alone actually showering in it.

And secondly, Eren is a boy, a walking fucking red flag and his frat house bathroom and bedroom are clear evidence of it.

His bed is composed of a mattress, no bed frame, laid on the floor in the middle of the room, made up with navy sheets that she’s unsure he’s ever washed.

But hey, at least they don’t make much noise when they fuck, because there’s no bed frame for them to shake. She’ll take her victories small and however she can get them.

The bathroom is a different beast itself, shaving cream and toothpaste smeared over the sink, a garbage that remains steadfastly unused, and worst of all, the three-in-one combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash.

It’s atrocious on her hair, her long beautiful silken locks that her mother had raised her to take pride in, to prioritize above all else, because as her mother loved to say, ‘Mikasa, your face is pretty, but your hair is beautiful’.

She had only moderate childhood trauma from the time Eren had snipped an inch off during a sleepover.

So the days that Mikasa has to shower at Eren’s whorehouse frat house, were a different kind of hell for her entirely, especially because they’ve been becoming more frequent.

Originally, she’d simply switched her wash days to compensate, only washing her body with the dreaded three-in-one soap, but lately, she’s been spending more nights than she’d like here and currently she’s on day three of not washing her hair.

It’s becoming greasy, and she’d woken up this morning to glance in the mirror and found a slight sheen to her hair, an oily texture that she could not allow.

But worse yet was the thought of using the satanic shampoo on her long raven locks, would it do more harm than good, at least the oil of her hair was natural, not like whatever blue coloured garbage Eren used.

She spends about thirty minutes agonizing over it before Eren finally notices something is up, and she’s pulled from her internal argument by the screech of the shower curtain and a very irritated green-eyed boy.

“Mikasa, this isn’t a spa you have to get out, we all share the shower.”

It is a testament to just how distressed she is that she doesn’t even pull the shower curtain back, allowing Eren to look his fill, which he does of course, it’s Eren. His eyes rove over her every curve, before he finally settles back on her face and his brows furrow, “What’s wrong?”

His hand slips up to grab her own, pulling it from where it’s clutched between her breasts, giving him an even better view of the full perky mounds, glistening in the water but he barely even looks, focused on her now.

“Miki,” He tries again and MIkasa slumps forward, pointing at his shampoo forlornly, “I can’t use it. I can’t.”

“Okay,” He looks at her in suspicion, tugging at her wrist so she’ll come a little closer, his other hand coming to push her sopping wet hair from her eyes, uncaring of the water soaking down his arms.

“You don’t have to use it, it’s fine.”

“Eren you don’t understand, my hair is” she shudders, “It’s greasy.”

She speaks with urgency, trying to impress upon him the importance of this manner, that this cannot be allowed any longer.

“Okay baby, so?”

The pet name just slips out but she barely notices, her stress level sky rocketing, “Eren it’s my hair, I can’t you know how I am about—“

“Ohhh,” Eren nods with understanding, before giving her cheek a quick pinch and dropping her hand, “Be right back.”

And then, her asshole frat bro disappears back into his bedroom and Mikasa yelps as he leaves the door open, yanking the curtain shut again. Thankfully it’s early enough that she’s sure most self-respecting frat bros aren’t awake to see her.

As Mikasa fumes over his abrupt disappearance, Eren enters the bathroom again, a happy little smile on his face before he pulls the curtain back open, “You should have said something earlier.”

And then, to Mikasa’s shock Eren hands her a little shower caddy, pink and one of the cleanest things in his room, filled with brightly coloured bottles, the brand she normally uses, shampoo, conditioner, hair masks.

“I got it for you a few weeks ago when you started sleeping over more, I asked your mom what you like to use, I know how you are about your hair,” He tells her, all hot and smiley, even so early in the morning, eyes still droopy with sleep, hair disheveled.

“Eren, listen to me very carefully, this is the only time I’m ever going to say this to you, do you understand?”

He’s looking at her in confusion now, and Mikasa, grabs him by his shirt, yanking him under the spray of the shower for a kiss so passionate, so infused with adoration that it leaves her dizzy after, “I love you.”

He looks confused as he pulls back before his eyes light up, “Really?”

“No, I usually can’t stand you, but this,” She pokes the shower caddie of hair products, “This is the hottest thing you’ve ever done now take your clothes off and get in the shower before I change my mind.”

He’s already pulling his shirt over his head and Mikasa is on cloud 9 because some of those hair masks not even she has, a little too expensive for her to splurge, but he’d bought her the entire fucking line without blinking.

He’s down to his pants, and Mikasa licks her lips as she rakes her eyes over the lines of his abs, the dusting of dark hair leading down, down, down to the prize she now craves, because she’s going to fucking worship him for this.

To hell with the hot water, she’ll spend all day in this shower with him if wants, making love to his cock and sucking him off with every ounce of adoration she feels right now.

“Wait-“ Eren stops, his hands lingering over the waist band of his boxers, so close to her prize, the hard line of his cock, thick and throbbing for her, “Don’t you have to like actually do your hair now? I can wait—“

“Eren,” She cuts him off, voice edging on desperation, gravelly with desire, “Shampoo and conditioner with take a few minutes at best, and you can do that for me.”

Her voice turns wicked, sultry as she continues, more lustful than she’s ever been before, “But hair masks, I like to leave them in for a long time, and today I think I need several, 30 minutes leave in minimum and I can think of at least one thing I can do while we wait.”

She glances down at his boxers meaningfully, and Eren groans as he realizes the implication.

“Shit,” Eren curses, throwing his pants down, and she throws fuel on the fire, “You just might have to hold my hair up, keep it in a knot because I forgot my elastic today, think that’s something you can do?”

“Fuck yeah.”

She sucks him off three times, one per hair mask, and once because she just loves the feel of his hands in her hair, how good he was at massaging shampoo into her scalp, likes comfort of his hands on her while she sucks his cock too.

And the next time she sleeps over at his place, she’s not as upset about it anymore, even if he still doesn’t have a bed frame.

[luxuriq]

A Flower Frozen, His » Ch. 3 | Sub-Zero (Bi-Han)

[ 18+, minors DNI ; dom/sub, degradation, rough, third pov ]

Summary: An elite brothel, The Red Orchid, has sent six girls to their newest client: the Lin Kuei, an old warrior clan. But the brothel is just a front for a highly secretive group of spies, and their objective might be more than simply offering entertainment for the warriors: their target none other than the Grandmaster himself. How will the girls - especially their leader, codenamed Iris - navigate their dangerous mission, and what will happen if they get caught?

→ Reader character is named for clarity reasons, but it's still a reader character, not an OC.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | ...

Ch. 3 words: 2083

A/N: A preview of what is to come ... (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

Chapter 3

This was a test; Iris could tell that much. The Grandmaster was giving them one chance to prove themselves. If they did, then getting into his chambers – getting to know him would become a lot easier.

All the girls were already booked for the day, but Grandmaster’s wishes were a priority. Iris chose Peony to do the job. She was a gentle looking young woman, with a pretty adventurous side. If anyone was going to be able to handle Bi-Han, it was going to be her.

“Just do whatever he says. He likes to show off his power,” Iris was giving Peony some last-minute instructions. “And definitely call him Grandmaster. I think he likes it.”

They were in the middle of getting ready for a visit to Grandmaster’s chambers: a touch of colour on the eyelids, a subtle stain of lipstick, a drop of the sweetest perfume on the wrists and ankles.

Peony giggled, “Sounds like fun. I’ll do my best, Boss.”

“Thank you,” Iris gave her an encouraging smile and moved to do Peony’s hair. “Don’t think too much about Ice Blue. Just focus on giving him the best time of his life.”

“I always aim for that,” Peony said with a proud smile.

Iris deftly braided Peony’s hair – a simple hairstyle with none of their usual accessories. There was a reason for it. Iris didn’t want Bi-Han to crush them when he grabbed Peony’s hair and manhandled her in whatever way he wanted. Just the thought of what had happened yesterday made her cheeks warm up.

They were ready just on time. Since Peony didn’t know where to go, Iris led the way to the Grandmaster’s chambers. The thought of seeing him again … Iris took a deep breath. She needed to focus.

She knocked on the door. They did not have to wait long before the door swung open, revealing an imposing figure of the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster. He was wearing his usual blue robes, the sleeveless top showing off his impressive muscular arms when he crossed them over his chest.

“Grandmaster,” Iris said and both her and Peony bowed low.

“Whore handler,” Bi-Han mocked the way she greeted him.

“This is Peony. She will be the one entertaining you today,” Iris straightened back up, a polite smile playing on her lips despite Bi-Han’s previous jab.

“I’m at your service, Grandmaster,” Peony added softly.

Bi-Han regarded them for a moment and then took a step to the side. He beckoned Peony to come in.

“Very well then, I will leave you in Peony’s capable hands …” she trailed off as he cocked an eyebrow. “I mean, I will leave Peony in your capable hands. Please enjoy yourself.”

She was about to turn on her heel and scurry away, but his commanding voice made her stop in her tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going, whore handler?”

“B-Back to my chambers,” she stuttered.

“Have I dismissed you yet?” his voice was ice cold, but she felt warm all over.

“No … Grandmaster.”

“You leave only after I tell you to. Now get inside,” he commanded.

A million thoughts swirled in her mind as she slowly took a step past Bi-Han and into a rather cozy sitting area slash office. He did not strike her as a man who liked to share. Was he going to make Peony watch? Or was he going to take one and then immediately the other? The questions going through her head mixed with flashes of yesterday’s events. At the memory of his cold touch, her heart skipped a beat.

Peony was standing in the middle of the room near a low coffee table and a few plush chairs, watching Iris enter with interest. The Red Orchid girls were usually entertaining solo, but doing a group activity wasn’t unheard of. The handler usually wasn’t involved, however.

Iris stopped a few steps into the room, not knowing where exactly the Grandmaster wanted her. He followed close behind her, swiftly passing her when she stopped, and walked over to Peony. The doors closed behind him.

“Get on your knees,” Bi-Han ordered the girl.

Peony immediately dropped down onto her knees, keeping eye-contact with the Grandmaster through her eyelashes. Iris only stared at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Bi-Han took another step closer to Peony. She would only need to lean in a little and her face would’ve been pressed against his crotch. The Grandmaster fiddled with his pants for a moment before pulling out his flaccid cock.

Peony’s face lit up with excitement, while Iris swallowed a lump forming in her throat.

“Show your Mistress how to properly suck a dick, whore,” Bi-Han smirked at the girl in front of him, completely ignoring Iris.

He grabbed Peony’s hair and yanked her head back. She eagerly parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. Bi-Han started pumping his cock. As it grew harder, he pressed the tip against Peony’s tongue. She did not attempt to lick it or lean forward to take it in her mouth – not that she could even do the latter, with Bi-Han’s iron grip in her hair, holding her in place.

Iris shifted her weight from one foot to another. She could still remember the slightly salty taste of the Grandmaster’s dick from yesterday, and her mouth watered a little. She wondered if she’ll get her turn today.

Bi-Han didn’t give Peony any kind of a warning. As soon as his dick grew to its full size, he thrust his hips forward, the head gliding up Peony’s tongue and ramming into her mouth. Iris watched, wide-eyed, as more than half of Bi-Han’s cock disappeared in Peony’s mouth, without any signs of discomfort on the latter’s part.

He held his hips there, the hand in Peony’s hair keeping her from backing away. Peony’s eyes started watering a little, her cheeks reddening.

Iris bit her lip. Watching them was mesmerizing.

Bi-Han finally pulled Peony off his dick, saliva spilling down her chin. She gasped for air, breathing deeply. He did not let go off her hair.

“Good,” he said cooly.

One word. Barely a praise. Almost spoken like an insult. Iris wished he had said it to her.

“Thank you, Grandmaster,” Peony squeaked, her mouth hanging open again, asking for more.

Bi-Han was quick to oblige. He pushed his dick into Peony’s mouth just as ruthlessly as before, immediately setting a punishing pace. A couple of tears formed in the corner of Peony’s eyes, but not once did she ask him to stop or slow down. The obscene noises coming from her wet mouth made Iris shift in her spot by the door. She could feel her own arousal pooling between her legs.

The Grandmaster didn’t spare Iris a glance, focusing solely on Peony. She was taking him almost to the base of his cock, saliva generously drooling down her chin. He was repeatedly hitting the back of her throat, but she obediently took it all.

“At least you’re not completely useless,” he growled. “Touch yourself.”

Peony didn’t have to be told twice. Her hand immediately moved between her legs and started rubbing quick, tight circles.

Iris desperately wanted to do the same. The tension in her lower stomach was coiling – the itch between her legs demanding attention. However, she remained still, frozen, standing by the door, only an observer.

Bi-Han’s thrusts were growing more erratic by the second. His left hand remained in Peony’s hair through it all, while the other moved to hold her head up by the chin. He grunted deeply.

A wave of arousal hit Iris at the sound of his pleasure.

Bi-Han’s hips stilled; his cock pushed in all the way. Iris could see him closing his eyes for several seconds as he reached his climax, spilling deep into Peony’s throat. Another low grunt escaped his lips as he watched Peony through half-lidded eyes. With his fingers on her chin, he could feel every time she swallowed his essence, drinking everything he had given her.

He pulled out, a string of saliva mixed with his cum connecting him to Peony’s lips. Peony made a show of licking her lips and then opened her mouth, proudly showing him that she had swallowed everything.

“What do you say, whore?” Bi-Han growled.

“Thank you, Grandmaster,” Peony beamed.

Iris felt ashamed of watching another person climax like that, without being involved. She felt ashamed for being aroused out of her mind, probably more than she’d ever been before; ashamed that she was an intruder and that she enjoyed it. But the feeling of shame only furthered her arousal – and that was both shameful and arousing. It was a vicious cycle. She was going mad with desire.

Bi-Han didn’t give Peony any time to rest. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto her feet. Iris’ heart skipped a beat in anticipation.

The Grandmaster brought Peony to the side of the room and bent her over a desk. He pulled up the skirt of her dress and folded it over her back. Peony turned her head back and watched over her shoulder as he gave his girthy cock a few quick pumps. She was biting her lower lip, eyes sparkling in excitement.

Iris’ knees started feeling a bit wobbly. She could not believe what she was seeing. This was a new territory for her as Bi-Han only fucked her mouth yesterday.

Bi-Han grabbed Peony’s hip as he guided his cock to her glistening pussy. He pressed the tip against her swollen lower lips, slowly applying pressure until he sank into her. A long moan spilled from Peony’s lips as he split her walls, growing louder the deeper he reached.

When he was fully sheathed, he paused momentarily. Peony was still watching him over her shoulder, her eyes half closed, lips parted in a decadent expression. With a quick movement, Bi-Han grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down, her cheek now pressed against the desk. Then he lifted one of her legs, showing Iris just how greedily Peony’s pussy was swallowing up his cock.

Peony’s face was hidden by her arm. In that moment, she was just an unnamed girl, an object of pleasure, anyone. In that moment, she could’ve been Iris, pierced by Grandmaster’s thick cock, held in place by his tight grip, made only to give him pleasure in whatever way he desired. Iris squeezed her thighs together, the scene of her in Peony’s place in her mind. Her whole body was burning up. She needed something, she needed him, she needed him so bad.

Similarly to before, Bi-Han started moving with a ruthless pace. He kept Peony’s leg up, his fingers digging into her thigh enough to leave marks, and Iris could see just how deep he was thrusting. Peony was a mewling mess in a matter of seconds. The noises in the room were outright obscene.

Bi-Han kept thrusting at his punishing pace without faltering for what felt like … Iris completely lost track of time. It could’ve been seconds or hours. The scene in front of her was mesmerizing: the muscles in his arms tensing as he kept his grip on Peony’s body; a bead of sweat forming on his temples; another strand of hair falling onto his forehead.

“Your whore is safe,” he groaned, “right, whore handler?”

He looked up and for the first time since entering this room, they’ve locked eyes. Dark. Cold. Scorching. Iris was not ready for the sheer intensity of his gaze. Hunger, desire, authority – consumed her all at once, she was spiralling, she was lost. His devouring gaze almost made her orgasm on the spot.

“She … is,” she heard herself saying.

Did he really give her a choice about where he should finish? Was this a test? What did this answer mean for her?

The perfect rhythm of Bi-Han’s thrusts stuttered. He let go off Peony’s legs and grabbed her hips with both hands instead, holding her close. He gritted his teeth. Iris could not take it anymore.

She hasn’t been given permission to leave yet, but she was willing to risk the Grandmaster’s wrath. Just before the doors closed behind her, she could hear Bi-Han’s deep grunt and she tried not to think about his thick cum filling up Peony’s insides.

Her panties were completely soaked as she practically ran down the hallway, away from the Grandmaster’s chambers. It was going to be a long, lonely night for her.

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[importantchaosgiver]

Where Loyalties Lie:

By The Seven's Will

Summary: With Daemon's costly mistake, a new heir is named. And as the realm changes... so does (Y/N)...

Warnings: Canon typical swearing

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(Y/N)'s POV

I could hear the shouting in the throne room coming from the other end of the hall when I arrived. Otto had told me earlier that morning what had occurred last night in a pleasure house. And I was furious that Daemon saw these deaths as a cause for celebration. Speaking of which, Daemon stormed out of the throne room. "How could you?" I hissed, anger filling my body. "Not now, Lady (Y/N)," he snarled, breezing past me. "Yes, now! Why say such things?! You know damn well Otto is out for your blood. He will do anything and everything to see you removed," I shot back, turning around also. Daemon stopped walking, his back still to me. "Death is nothing to be celebrated. Especially not the king's wife and son," I added. "Do not kid yourself, (Y/N). You were happy also," Daemon said, slowly turning around. My heart almost stopped and steadily filled with a heated rage. "How dare you! I would never! This... this was a cruel thing," I said, aghast he would ever suggest such a thing.

"Really? You're not fooling me, (Y/N)," Daemon scoffed. "I have no idea about what nonsense you are spewing," I stated, narrowing my eyes. What was he going on about? "Nonsense, is it?! How long have you yearned to be more than a mere friend to my brother? How long have you wished you were in his bed?" Daemon taunted. I snarled. "Stop it," I demanded, my hand gripping Red Saint's hilt. "Viserys could never love a bastard, (Y/N). You know as such. He could never fulfill you," Daemon whispered, slowly approaching her.

"I said stop! I am a Kingsguard! My needs and desires are nothing in my duty," I hissed. "But you're still a woman. You still have urges. It's alright. I understand," Daemon whispered, gripping my jaw. I grabbed his wrist, pulling myself back. "I do not know if you heard the king clearly. Leave, Daemon. Go back to your lady wife," I said firmly, shoving him back. But with my strength, I sent him to the floor. He looked at me in shock that I was capable of doing as such. I just stood tall and firm, ready to drag him out of the Red Keep myself if need be. Daemon got back to his feet, glaring at me and turned on his heel. With a flick of his silver-blonde hair, he left. I let out a breath, rubbing my jaw from where he gripped it firmly. So, if he was disinherited... who would Viserys name his heir...?

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I smiled gently at Rhaenyra as she watched all the lords pledge to Viserys and now... his newly named heir. I was in my armour as usual, watching as Viserys named her his heir. A woman was heir, to be a queen. All those years ago when I first saw Rhaenyra as a babe... I knew she would do great things. And now, I see what she is to become. Her eyes momentarily locked onto mine and... my eyes turned fuzzy, my world becoming a blurred vision of colours. I didn't realise I held the wrist of whom was beside me. When my vision cleared a little, I saw Rhaenyra... but older? Two dark haired boys at her side. Daemon was there? Is this another vision? Hang on... is that Alicent?

An older version, yes. Wait... three Valyrian children stood by her. Two young men, one young woman. All with silver-blonde hair. She... there is no way in the Seven Hells those would be anyone's I would know. Unless... no! It couldn't be, it wouldn't be! Just then, I was pulled out of... whatever it was I saw. "Lady (Y/N), are you well?" Otto whispered quietly as people began to leave the throne room. I then came to the realisation I was holding his wrist. "Forgive me, my lord," I muttered, quickly letting go of him. What am I seeing? These visions... could they be of the future? But, how would that be possible?

He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Lady (Y/N), I believe you should rest," Otto said gently. My ear twitched and I looked at him and then to Alicent who looked at me with concern. Then... my gaze turned to Viserys who was looking at me. I took a shaky breath and nodded. I need to know what is happening to me...

~~~Some months later~~~

No One's POV

It had been half a year since the tragic death of the queen and the newborn babe. And everyone had learnt to move on with their lives. Well, almost everyone. Grand Maester Mellos looked at (Y/N)'s teeth intently. "Indeed, it seems your canines have grown slightly sharper," he said, pulling back. "How's that possible?" Corlys asked as he and Rhaenys watched. (Y/N) looked concerned too, looking at her subtle fangs in a mirror, touching them with her tongue. "It could be a simple explanation. But, nothing too concerning," Mellos explained calmly. "What if it has something to do with my strength?" she asked. To prove her point, she lifted a table with one hand. She had grown stronger, faster and more agile.

Not to mention, her senses seem to have adapted also. Her hearing was rather good with her sense of smell and sight. "These are all strange phenomena, but they seem to be rather good assets, my lady. If anything else is to arise, please. Tell me," Mellos said before leaving. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes. "You have to tell Viserys," Rhaenys said after a moment. "No. Like Mellos said. It's strange but not a bad situation. He has enough on his mind already," she said quickly.

"(Y/N), he cares about you. You cannot keep this from him," Rhaenys said gently, holding (Y/N)'s hands in hers. "It is nothing, princess. I am fine. I feel fine. Please, let me handle this. I will tell the king in all due time," she muttered. But the question still stood. Why was this happening after Rhaenyra had been named heir? After Daemon had taken Dragonstone? After the Crabfeeder had taken the Stepstones? What were the gods preparing for...?

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Bit of mystery, who doesn't like some mystery? My author notes might start getting a little short from now on. I'll just let you enjoy reading!