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Who loves Rook: Spite or Lucanis
I've been seeing a lot of discourse about this, and I just want to add my thoughts.
I might be totally wrong about this, but here we go. When Spite was put into Lucanis, he was still Determination. The fact that he changed throughout the torture, forced insertion, and imprisonment suggests to me that they have been put into a speedrun of a similar situation to Anders and Justice/Vengeance where they have started to meld. (As Anders put it, you wouldn't know where one begins and the other ends). Just like Anders and Vengeance, Lucanis and Spite can have separate consciousnesses and even disagree about things, but their core values have started to influence one another and become a part of one another- heightening certain aspects.
I think this melding is why we see some dialogues where Rook tells Lucanis that he sounds like Spite and similarly it's also the reason for the shared attraction- which I fully believe is coming originally from Lucanis.
I'll be honest my first time through I romanced Lucanis and was very disappointed. I didn't even see him and Neve ever flirt (she only ever encouraged us!) But still, it seemed to go from 0 to 60 with him. Now, I am on my second playthrough and I only just met him, but I am starting to see some really subtle looks and dialogues that suggest that Lucanis wasn't lying later when he said he was attracted to Rook from the beginning, but was afraid to really pursue anything or even acknowledge the possibility of being with them. With his fear of trusting people, ptsd from the prison, failed history in romance, and his new situation with Spite that he still hadn't worked out yet, he never thought anything would or could ever come of his feelings. We know Lucanis loves romance stories and likely longs for one of his own, but in such a situation it must have seemed truly impossible and terrifying to let someone else in. Especially someone you really care for and are starting to trust. So, he pushed it all down. Rook flirts? Maybe a small smile, but then quickly lock it all up with everything else he can't handle. Focus on work. Don't think about Spite, or Rook, or anything difficult.
However, if the melding has already happened as I suspect, then the feelings Spite is expressing are shared with (and likely sourced from) Lucanis, he's just better at expressing it directly- which makes sense for a spirit that was once Determination. When you first talk to Lucanis after the rescue, the thing Spite says about Rook changes accordingly to your tone, but to me the responses still sound like they come from Lucanis and are then echoed in Spite: "He doesn't want to hurt us." Even the "He's more fun than you" is something Lucanis seems to think about himself as he is fully aware that much of his life has not been his own and believes "all he knows is death."
Leading back to the main point, Lucanis's trust and interest in Rook would be heightened by Spite the way Anders' anger towards the templars was heightened. Even though they are finally free from the prison, their is a sense of constant suffering from still feeling trapped by fear, regret, and pain- Spite feels that suffering too. The elements of determination are still within him the same way justice is another side to vengeance. Both spite and vengeance are the results of failing to achieve their goals of Justice and Determination. Spite sees Rook as a way to free them from pain and restraint, a glowing and beautiful key to the prison door, and he is determined to do what needs to be done to solve the problem. That's why he doesn't hesitate. He has no fear. He wants to talk to Rook. He wants Rook to come in and free them.
After Rook has freed them, they become a source of comfort and safety, once they encourage Lucanis and Spite to find a way to cohabit comfortably, the two continue to meld, and the need to protect Rook, to love Rook, to keep them, is very deeply shared. Now, IF Spite was somehow removed or even somehow restored (Both of which I think are impossible) that would likely change. Determination outside of Lucanis would likely become more like Compassion. He would likely forget the horrors he experienced to return to his original purpose.
So, that leaves some final questions, particularly one Hawke helpfully asked Anders- Is Spite an unwilling party in the threesome?
That's up to everyone's own morality. While both Spite and Lucanis didn't have a choice to become like this, it is the situation they are in and the way they have to find a way to accept and live with because there really doesn't seem to be any real way to change it. Through their time together, Lucanis and Spite have influenced each other and grown into something new. Part of that is Spite also loving Rook. In that way, for those who are feeling (rightfully) underwhelmed by Lucanis's romance, Spite can almost be seen as a symbolic expression of Lucanis's love.
All that being said, I think there were some small things they could have done to make the romance more satisfying over all...but I'll save that for another post.
#Dragon Age#DA:TV#dragon age the veilguard#DA4#DA:V#lucanis dellamorte#spite dragon age#dragon age rook#lucanis x rook#lucanis romance#spoilers#Maybe I'm missing something but this currently where I'm at with trying to digest things and figure out what the goal was with this romance
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This is what I thought of Dream and Nightmare how they start to hate each other... After Nightmare eating all the negative apples ( idk what's it called, i don't have the knowledge of the real story of DreamTale ok!... No hates please! For the love of...)
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Nightmare: There, there, Now you Rest... I'll take care of everything for you stead, I'll make them pay for it.
Nightmare embracing Passive Nightmare after all the suffering he's been through before totally becoming (Goopy Squishy Noot Noot >:3) Corrupted Nightmare.Â
Then out of nowhere a familiar voice. Somewhat he can sense how scared and shocked, denial they are as he vividly called him.
Dream: Br-brother...
Nightmare thought that Dream would understand him no matter what, but after seeing how Dream look at him with fear. He can't help but let out a eerie smile that made Dream step back after giving too much negativity.Â
Nightmare: It's me, Dream... I've solved the problem, brother. What they all wanted me to do for a very long time.Â
       As if Nightmare is celebrating in joy now that his finally free from being contained, cursed, bullied and tortured by the villagers for just they're own enjoyment/satisfaction. Dream can't help but be worried for his brother. But no words came out from him like something is stopping him to help his brother.
       Nightmare put his hand on the trunk of Tree of feelings, a very fresh cut tree. Before going back his glanced into a terrified Dream.Â
Nightmare: They won't bother me anymore with this so much magic. (Grinning before proceeding) I must say Mother really doesn't want us taking these apples huh... With how much we could do with it. Think about it brother with the world in grasp of our hands.
       Nightmare showing his hands grasping in Dream direction like his crushing Dream on his hands. This made Dream stiffened like he can't move, so many questions going through his head that he want to speak out to Nightmare but only one word came out of his mouth.
Dream: Why...
Nightmare can't help but to chuckled for Dream still questioning and confusion for all of this.Â
Nightmare: Oh.... Dream. You pitiful, pathetic insolent Idiot fool. Can't you see this is ME now! (Putting his hand into his chest. Clenching his shirt as a dark goop drip to his hand and the tentacles aggressively move in his back) I should have done this from the very beginning yet something or someone is holding me back.
         Glaring at Dream like any minute his going to kill him but he managed to calm his self as he thought he had so much time to do it later.
Nightmare: Dream join me let's rule the whole world, with you by my side I'm sure we can conquer it all.
         Nightmare reaching his hand into Dream. Dream can't help but cry with this much of sadness and agony. How he put the villagers first before his brother and putting him aside, forgot that Nightmare needed him.
Dream: You're not my Brother...Â
         Dream didn't expect those words came out of his mouth. He got a glimpsed of passive Nightmare as Nightmare heard him said those word from him. Anger burst and Nightmare menacingly glared at Dream how disappointed he is.
Nightmare: I thought you'll understand me, but I guess you'll never changed. This is why I grow to hate you, Dream.
         As Nightmare prepared to attack Dream with his tentacles. On the last second before Nightmare tentacles managed to hit Dream he was turned into stone an unbreakable one even Nightmare can't break through it.
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(=â=)// I'm sick cause of my cold, feverish and Procastinating i can't finish a comics that supposed to be post this week POPSICLES!ÂĄ!! So here you can have this instead. Bare with me I tried to make it more readable and express how I thought of this... Huehuehue T_T English is not my First language ok.
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i think human nature/family of blood is a really good two parter in how it manages to show how full of shit ten is đ«¶
#look . i LOVE ten . esp whatevers going on w him in s3 he's horrible and i like that#but just !! martha :(#its so incredibly unfair to martha he doesnt unleash his wrath on the Family he chooses to hide instead and okay yeah fair#and sure u can say the tardis chose the setting and time period for them to hide in but like#did that not filter in to his calculations he went through all that turned himself human put his friendship with martha to the test in#the worst way possible. knowing she wouldn't let herself leave him even if he was Abhorrent towards her (and he was) because#of her duty to the universe and beyond and whatever . to blend in and keep the Family off their tails#and she's put in a demeaning position and degraded and even he doesn't seem to care much for her but she still hangs on#and then in the end its like its all for naught. all that pain and suffering martha went through being the only one w her wits about her#he had the capacity to deal w the threat the whole time he had the ability to dole out a horrible punishment he could definitely#have dealt with them a different way than that too .#and instead in his quest to be the bigger person he ends up putting martha through the horrors and then#does the same with the Family anyway ! i dont think he can ever tell her how harshly he dealt with them#surely this isnt an original thought im just thinking Way too much about blue moon by niki#he Does care more about being good than being good to her specifically !! and its so upsetting theyre so volatile i miss them#its more complicated than that sure but at the same time. it sort of isnt .#anyway martha jones my love my life u deserved at least a billion apologies alongside the thanks like god . whats wrong w him#oh and also he wants to move on without properly talking about it . act as if it never happened#like girl be fucking considerate for ONCE she just went through a personal hell for you !!! how insanely lonely she must of been#i dont believe martha ever let him just brush past it w no acknowledgement like yes i think she definitely didnt want to discuss the#accidental confession but i Do think she would sit him down to finally get him to Accept he cant just take her wherever in the past#if he's not ready to look out for her . its a vital conversation i think they need to have otherwise martha would just walk out there#not even love could make her stay through that its been established already she has the strength to try walk away#and also to try and but through his bullshit and demand answers . and here more than ever she deserves his acknowledgement and he Knows it
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natsume book of friends season 4 opening sequence has got me incredibly fucked up. the lyrics. kid natsume's tiny little legs and teenage natsume watching him run. the lyrics. nyanko-sensei burrowing into his arms. did i mention the lyrics? ending frame on the fujiwara family. including natsume. because he's part of their family. as the lyrics ask him to "please [not] keep suffering alone"? somebody fucking hold me.
#i'm actually almost done with season 4 because i have no self-control. and every time i watch the opening i'm like#no this has only gotten more potent since the last time i watched it. we are reaching danger levels#natsume yuujinchou#natsume's book of friends#my posts#season 4 is the season of tanuma just completely destroying me on every level. why is every single character like this??#every time he learns something about natsume he's like oh so this is what it's like for natsume?#and then it happens again and he's like wait natsume ALSO has THIS OTHER THING to contend with??#and again: AND A THIRD THING?? WHY MUST THE WORLD'S BEST BOY NATSUME TAKASHI SUFFER???#he just wants to help natsume deal with stuff and i am on the fucking floor#his thought process is just#this is hard for natsume. i wish i could help him. maybe here's a way i could help him? he doesn't want me to though because it would#put me in danger. but i don't want him to be in danger either. and i'm telling him that to his face. i don't think it's really#gotten through to him but that's okay i will just keep telling him. now i'm realizing that the thing i did to help him maybe just made#things harder for him. this is hard for natsume. i wish i could help him. maybe sometimes the best way to help him is to just#respect his wishes and yet remind him that he can lean on people and that people love him as much as he loves them#the part where tanuma realized why natsume doesn't tell the fujiwaras about youkai gutted me#this kid is so emotionally astute and such a sweetheart#i just watched the episode where natsume loses his picture of his parents and his old house is getting sold and i cried. SO many tears.#tanuma putting his foot down for once like no actually you need to admit that something is bothering you this time#we can find this picture. ask us to help you do this thing that we can actually do for you. you don't need to be sad for no reason#mmm can't be coherent about it just rest assured it was extremely harmful to me and also exactly what i needed#anyway the season 4 opening song as the thing you say to your younger self who lives inside your current self because#you can't actually go back in time and be the person your younger self needed to have in their life. so all you can do is love that child#in absentia but so so so fiercely and with your whole entire heart#all you can do is give your current self all the love you have for the child you were#jesus CHRIST
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I haven't seen anyone else talk about it, so I wanted to share that Logan's rant monologue insulting Wade in the Honda Odyssey, before Wade decides to beat him up and they ~fight~ all night... that so clearly to me, was Logan projecting. It started as a tempered rant to cope with how annoyed and pent up he was, with the heat of everything and with Wade's muchness that makes him, him, but the longer he went on, the more he started ranting and exposing himself in the process.
"THE XMEN REJECTED YOU, AND THEY'LL TAKE FUCKING ANYONE!!!" That was my first hit, that he was referring to himself. He sees himself so lowly, so failed, that's canonical to the film. And canonically, he didn't even quite originally feel worthy or want to be with the XMEN. Didn't feel like there was a place for him there, a place for him anywhere. One of his biggest healings was Professor X not giving up on helping him believe that he deserved to be there, was wanted, was worthy, was a good guy. That's canon to his character. So we know he was speaking about himself. He was chewing Wade out, but he was also talking and focusing moreso on what upset him about himself. (He sees himself as just any jo shmo, when he IS literally THE X MAN ă
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He was seeing himself in Wade, how he "can't even save a relationship with a gd stripper", (he sees himself as not able to save anything either, and he's angry for that more than anything else he's angry or annoyed at) projecting SO HARD as he pieced together saying it out loud, that Wade was exactly like him. Logan hated himself for not saving anything. For being a "loser", a "failure", for all of the same reasons he was lashing out at Wade for. He was so angry and annoyed by Wade reminding him of himself, because he related to him. Wade was his reflection, in his eyes, calling him out so loudly with his own behaviors. And he hated himself. He deeply was suffering with that hatred for himself, and as a result, he lashed out on Wade when really he was chewing out himself, inside, admitting it.
"God's CRUELEST JOKE, IS THAT YOU *WONT* DIE ALONE. BECAUSE YOU! CANT! DIE! SO THE REST OF US HAVE TO SUFFER YOU THE REST OF OUR EXISTENCE!" (something along that.)
He didn't know for sure that Wade can't die. He picked up on that Wade can't be killed. Logan is the one who can't die. They are two flipped sides of the same immortal power coin. When he finished his screaming at him, and everyone was silent at how cruel and shocking the confrontation and his words were, I was sinking with a very empathetically whispered "oh, Logan..." Because I felt his misery. I immediately picked up on him really talking about himself, and I think that was genius and layered. I was upset for how awful that was to say to Wade, heartbroken for Wade taking that to heart, and I was heartbroken that Logan was saying that because he believes that about himself. Because they are, oddly, a lot alike. Very compatible.
This scene here:
I read that Hugh said that Ryan wrote that. He's brilliant with these films. It was so genius. I really needed to share this and bring this thought, meta, analysis to light. For all of us to have.
Is Logan mad at God's "cruel joke" of his immortality, yet ability to feel so much pain through it still? Yes. He punched the roof in rage, because it's not fair. Venting his own pain. He sees his powers, his own and Wade's too, empathetically, as their curse. The curse of being the one who lives, and the guilt with that. The one who can't die. The one who lives, who is forced to live, while everyone who "deserves to live" dies. And WILL die, around them.
"And You can't die. That's on all of US!" Logan says, clearly referring to himself living forever... And "us" being the people HE loved. He saw himself as a burden for existing with them, for them. He deflected that onto Wade, as if the people in Wade's life must feel that way too, but didn't really mean that. He meant it about himself. Logan believes he was a burden on the people he loves, the people he lost. That's probably why he left too, and didn't come back when they called out for him to. He distanced himself to protect them, and protect himself from that fear of rejection that he feels is so imminent, and them not having him, is the one element that led to none of them surviving without him. He was always the key. He was always wanted, and he was always important and needed. He just couldn't ever believe that.
Man, that's why it became so personal for Logan too, when he was shown Wade's photograph of his family. Because HE had a family, and he would do anything now to save them. Just like Wade. He held that photograph all night, he went and got it when it fell out of the car, he kept looking at it. It became personal for him, when he identified with it. That Honda scene really was their turning point of everything. That's when Logan cared with everything. He got it. Wade is the him he couldn't be. But now he can.
I dropped some heat with this one.
Extra little personal context/thought notes: Maybe I just spotted it because I have a natural knack for psychology, I'm hyperobservant, highly empathetic and deeply feeling, and I'm also years experienced of my parents and whole family treating me the same exact toxic lashout way almost every other day. That's a workweek for me to see through toxic lashout anger BS. These are not my gifs!!! They were created by another amazing account. I will refind their @ and tag them!! >>> It's @landoslastnerve ! Thank you friend! đ€
Also wanted to include someone's tags from those gifs:
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#fictionalmenmistress#original#wolverine#deadpool#deadpool & wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#deadclaws#poolverine#wolverpool#logan#logan howlett#logan james howlett#james howlett#james logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool 3#xmen#x men#xmen wolverine#the wolverine#the honda hatefuck#the honda odyssey#honda odyssey#honda odessy#logan x wade#wade x logan#my reviews#deadpool meta#deadpool 2#deadverine
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The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them
Lucifer
*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*
If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.
But only if he doesn't need it.
Mammon
"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."
Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.
You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.
Leviathan
"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)
He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!
Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?
After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*
AAAAHHHHHHHHH.
Satan
"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"
Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.
Asmodeus
"Aww, aren't you adorable?"
This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.
Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.
Beelzebub
"Oh."
He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.
But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.
Belphegor
"...zzzz..."
Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...
Diavolo
"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."
It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.
He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.
Barbatos
"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."
He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.
Sleep well, human.
Solomon
"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"
Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.
Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.
Simeon
"Oh- shh. There, there."
Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.
Luke
"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"
How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.
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Blood Lust
summary: With his ego inflated after Rookâs Rest, Aemond makes another move against the blacks â taking you.
pairing: Aemond x Niece!Reader
word count: 1.8k+
warnings: Explicit smut, dark!Aemond, incest, oral sex (f recieving), p in v sex, heavy dubcon, loss of virginity, mention of blood, knife play, angst!!! 18+ MDNI
Destiny was a fickle thing but Aemond Targaryen knew three things for certain: he was destined to lose an eye, destined to claim the largest dragon of the known world and destined to be with you.
For as long as Aemond could remember, he wanted you, dreamed of you. The mere thought of you made his cock ache at any moment.
It was not as if Aemond had no other options. There were plenty of Lordâs willing to send their daughters to Kingâs Landing to be married off to a prince.
As lovely as those girls might have been, they all shared the same detrimental flaw: they simply were not you. You were a member of House Targaryen â bastard born or not, the blood of Old Valyria ran deep within your veins. You were a skilled dragon rider, you carried yourself with grace, held a quick wit, spoke your mother tongue. Above all else, you had been there for Aemond when no one else was. You were perfect.
Aemond had no interest in being betrothed to a Baratheon or a Lannister, nor an Arryn or a Stark; even the most beautiful girl the Tyrellâs had to offer would simply never compare. After a denied proposal for a betrothal and you being taken away to Dragonstone Aemond felt powerless â until now.
Your entire body aches as you make out your surroundings. You had been taken in the middle of the night, forced onto dragon back with your hands and feet tied.
âListen to me,â your uncle says as he crouches in front of you, âif you scream the guards will come and youâll be thrown in the dungeons. You have no friends here except me. Do you understand?â
You nod your head in agreement, desperate to be free of the makeshift gag he had made for you.
âAemond, this is treason,â you state plainly.
âTreason, would be betraying the crown, sweet niece,â he responds, âI am the crown.â
âFuck you!â you grumble at him.
âIksos bona skoros ao jaelagon?â Is that what you want?
Against your better judgment, you spit right in his face, observing him nervously as he wipes it away.
âFiesty little thing you are.â
âWhat do you want with me, Aemond? Will you force me to kneel before you? Carve out my eye? Perhaps Iâll suffer the same fate as my brother?â
Ah, Lucerys. He was waiting for you to bring that up.
âWhile Iâm sure that seeing you on your knees is a glorious sight, I have other plans for you.â
âI have no desire to bed you, Aemond. I am betrothed.â
The smirk on his face slightly drops at that. Betrothed.
âAnd where is Lord Stark now?â He questions casually.
âPreparing his army for war.â
âI wonder how it must feel?â he goes on, âto be whored out? Practically sold like a broodmare so that your pretender of a mother can build herself an army?â
âBetter to be his whore than your war prize.â
The mask of cruelty on Aemond's face fades for a moment, and for a second, he almost looks hurt at your words.
âIs that what you think? That youâre merely a âprizeâ? You wound me, dear niece. Do you not remember that I love you?â
Ice fills your veins at his confession and your heart drops into your stomach. Things couldâve been different, they shouldâve been.
âI donât understand why things had to escalate in this way, Aemond,â you say as you start to cry, âyou couldâve ââ you choke back a sob, âyou couldâve had me.â
Aemond takes your chin in his hands as he lets out a laugh.
âI do have you, baby.â
Fear courses through you at his words. Aemond unsheathes a knife from his jacket pocket and holds it to your chest for a brief moment before pulling away.
âHold still,â he demands as he cuts the rope that holds your ankles together.
You wince as Aemond forcefully spreads your legs apart, violently cutting a hole into your undergarments, exposing your cunt to him.
âTell me, has Stark fucked this pretty little pussy yet?â
He knows he hasnât, he knows you and Cregan still have yet to meet. He wants to hear you say it.
âN-no,â you stutter as you continue to cry. Gods, you look so pretty when you cry, Aemond thinks to himself. He only smirks in response.
âYou are still a maiden, right, sweet one? You havenât let little Lord Strong defile you, have you?â
âGods, Aemond. No.â
âHm,â Aemond frowns, âa shame for him, really. Now heâll never have the chance being that you will never see him again.â
âTheyâll come for you,â you tell him.
âIf they wish to keep me away from you and your perfect cunt theyâll have to kill you,â he muses, âBut even thenâŠâ
A darkness takes over your uncles face and you soon realize the Aemond you once knew is gone. You are dealing with a whole new monster. He is an animal, a beast â and you are merely prey.
âDo you touch yourself?â he asks, pulling you from your thoughts.
âS-sometimes,â you whisper, feeling ashamed, but finding it difficult to lie to him.
âWhat do you think about when you do?â
âNot you,â you retort.
He runs two fingers through your soft folds, causing you to gasp, before bringing his fingers up to the light.
âLiar,â he states as his fingers glisten, coated in your slick. âYou know you donât have to lie to me, baby. I think about you, tooâŠâ
You canât help but notice the evident bulge in your uncle's pants, his cock strains against the delicate fabric. You can tell how big he is. You try your best to divert your gaze elsewhere.
âNow, Iâm going to untie your wrists. Might I remind you of what I said earlier: You are far better off in here, with me, than out there,â he says, pointing to the door with his dagger.
Youâre not sure if you believe him. At this point, you might prefer to be thrown in the dungeon with the rats, left to starve. Instead of arguing, you simply nod your head as Aemond cuts you free.
You feel wobbly as you stand on your feet, Aemond holds your hands as you gain your composure. Your ankles and wrists feel sore, but Aemond rubs his thumb against your wrist soothingly.
Your heart is practically beating out of your chest as that familiar ache between your legs begins to grow. You know you shouldn't be aroused by this behavior, but your body is betraying you.
Aemond picks you up swiftly and places you onto his bed. There was a time where you dreamed of this. If only your younger self could see you now.
Your thoughts are interrupted once again as Aemondâs large hand wraps around your throat. He squeezes lightly, trying to keep you in your place. You make a feeble attempt to push him away, but he is too strong and you canât break free.
âPlease, donât be afraid of me,â he pleads, âI need you,â the timbre of his voice is so low that you arenât sure if he meant for you to hear. His free hand moves to your breast, massaging it roughly through your chemise.
"You are so beautiful," he says, leaning over you. You feel him press himself against you, his cock rubbing against your leg, pre-cum leaks out of the tip and smears onto your thigh.
He pushes back and nestles himself comfortably between your thighs. His dexterous fingers part your folds ever so gently, exposing you to him completely.
âGods, youâre perfect. The most perfect girl in the entire realm,â he groans before his face is buried between your thighs. His plump lips suck at your clit as he prods at it with his tongue before moving up and down your slit. You feel yourself getting wetter, arousal leaks from your core and Aemond laps it up eagerly. On instinct, you spread your legs even further apart, your body betraying you once again.
Aemond licks harder, and you feel the soft muscle of his tongue slip inside you. A loud moan erupts from your chest as a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach. Your hand shoots down to to tug at Aemondâs silver tresses.
Youâre so close, youâve never been touched like this before and one final glide of his tongue pushes you over the edge. You cry out loudly as you cum, your vision going blurry as your cunt contracts around him.
Aemond pulls himself from your core and stands up, grabbing your hips. He harshly pulls you to the edge of the bed and you feel his cock pressing against you. You eagerly push towards him this time. There is no point in fighting him. You gasp as he enters you fully, filling you completely. The stretch is overwhelming, a tight burning sensation. The fullness begins to feel good as your silky walls flutter around him.
âJust relax,â he coos, âI know you want me.â
You feel his cock twitch inside you slightly as he groans, leaning down to bite your shoulder.
âFuuuck,â he drawls, âyouâre so tight and wet, baby, so perfect; just like I dreamed you would be.â
Your cheeks bloom crimson at his praise and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he fucks into you. The sharp pain soon fades into pleasure. The fat tip of his cock relentlessly bullies that sweet spot inside you that you were never able to reach on your own.
Aemond reaches up to paw at your breast, pinching at your nipple roughly, and a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your spine tingles and your toes curl, causing you to moan in response.
"You think Stark could fuck you like this? Make you feel the way I do? That anyone could?" He rasps as his thrusts become relentless. He slaps your face when you fail to give him an answer. A shameful whimper escapes you.
"Answer. Me." he demands between thrusts, his teeth gritted together, his thumb swiping over the rosy, delicate flesh where he hit you.
âN-no, Aemond! Only you, just you! I'm sorry!â you all but choke out to him.
âThatâs right, my sweet. You were fuckinâ made for me,â he grunts before pausing his thrusts, his hips stuttering before he pulls his cock out of you almost entirely. Making note of the blood that coats his shaft, hoping you donât notice.
âYou know it, I know it, your mother knows it,â he grits out, âyouâre mine.â
âYes, Aemond, Iâm â fuck! Iâm yours,â you mewl.
âDo you love me?" he asks, your mind is hazy, and stars blur your vision as he continues to drill into you. Even while he is taking control, his insecurity still has a way of shining through his cruel demeanor.
You loved him once, long ago. Maybe you could love him again? You know the answer he is looking for is not âmaybe.â
"Kessa, Avy jorrÄelan." Yes, I love you.
Aemond grins at this, impressed with your knowledge of your shared mother tongue.
He slams his cock into you full force, stilling as he presses hard against your cervix, making you cry out again. His hand tangles in your hair as he places his forehead against yours.
âIâm not gonna last much longer,â he tells you.
You grip at his hips, pulling him into you.
âC-cum inside me,â you moan through bated breaths, âclaim me as your own, once and for all.â
âYouâve always been mine,â he says as he complies, pushing into you deeply as he shoots his hot cum inside of you, warmth blooming in your chest as he does so; before collapsing on top of you.
âWhat happens now?â you ask, as he gently pulls himself out of your heat, allowing his seed to seep onto the bed sheets.
âThis is just the beginning.â
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DEATH IS NO MORE !
you know you shouldn't be here, right? what would possess you to visit an underground fight club? one of the fighters is kinda cute though...
â§Ë*°àż: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â underground fighter!ryomen sukuna x f!reader
Genre: porn with a plot Notes: ty penny for beta reading again! picturing sukuna like this art by @innaillus bc i have had nothing else on my mind for days. Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, violence, blood âĄ, daddy!kink, size difference âĄ, age gap, degradation, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy spanks, dacryphilia, finger sucking, vaginal sex, choking âĄ, creampie, squirting âĄ, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby). Words: 10k
As your heels snap against the pavement, you can almost feel the pulsing bass from the music surge from your toes and throughout your entire nervous system. The music is loud enough to hear, even from a distance, and it only gets louder as you step closer and closer to the abandoned warehouse.
You shouldnât be here.
The voice is yours, internally. Though it feels like an out of body experienced as you venture head first towards a destination you have no business being anywhere near. The music muddies your thoughts. Itâs confusing you, deeply.
Is there a dress code?
That doesnât matter, because you shouldnât be here.
The bass is hypnotic. That pounding bass that makes you feel weak and ethereal all in one dizzying bout. Itâs like youâre going to a rave, though youâre not even close to being dressed the part. Youâve been at work all day. The last thing you should be doing is trespassing into a building that has been off limits for five years.
You just couldnât resist, this.
Not with the rumours flying around and the hushed whispers of secrecy luring you in to investigate for yourself.
With the double doors in sight, you finally see that the entrance is being manned. Is it security or just a ticket holder? You arenât sure you want to find out. They might take one look at you and shoo you away. Thereâs no way you can leave until you get what you came for.
You slip out of sight as you see another pair of men get out of a car parked near the entrance and approach. Your breathing is egregious, though you try to calm it. The adrenaline swirling through your every vein and muscle is enough to make you pass out. But the agonising desire to enter and see the truth for yourself is holding you steady.
$100 for a ticket.
âChrist.â you whisper to yourself.
You put your hand in your pocket and fish out your purse. As you open it and begin to look, you halt. The way your hands are trembling is abnormal, even for being this worked up. The pumping of your heart transfers to your brain. The pink, mushy organ pounds dramatically against the inside of your skull, and really, you think melodic beat of the music inside must be slithering its way into the creases of your braincells.
Thereâs a pain behind your eyes. You feel a migraine coming on and youâre all too familiar with the agonising feeling as you often leave your work days suffering from them.
You deepen your breaths in a bid to steel yourself. And eventually, you find the money to pay the fee. So you wait, patiently, for the other two men to enter the warehouse before you reveal yourself from the shadows. Thereâs an air of confidence to you as you approach the entrance.
Though it fades, slightly, as the man holds his hand up like a crossing guard.
âWomen donât come around here,â he starts, checking a clipboard that looks too small in his comically large hands. He flips through the pages and then looks at you again. âYouâre not on the list.â
âI have the fucking money.â you tell him, slapping it on top of his stupid clipboard hard enough for him to almost drop it. He tries to stop you as you attempt to barge by him, though it isnât a strict action.
More like a warning.
âItâs not a sight a lady should see, I think.â he tells you, still putting your hard earned money into a tin of other generous donations, you expect. His eyes focus on your own as he continues to speak. âYouâre rich. Expensive clothes⊠shouldnât have worn those here. Gets messy. Be careful.â he tells you. And with that, you enter the warehouse and heed his warning.
You walk slowly, but with purpose. A chill stabs down your spine as you approach a flight of stairs a group of men are running down. They wolf whistle upon seeing you and it curdles in your stomach. You try to keep your head held high as you climb and follow the sound of that intoxicating bass. Wherever the music is coming from is surely the source of the action, too.
The time of day is indicative of the lighting. Itâs pitch black outside and it itâs even darker, still, in the warehouse. Though the moonlight manages to break in through the shattered windows enough to illuminate your path.
Thereâs a smell that youâre beginning to notice that invades your senses. A potent stench that is so specifically masculine and territorial. Itâs sweat. Blood, too.
Once you get to the top of the stairs, there are double doors with a red light bleeding through the cracks. The music is louder, too, as well as the vociferous shouting being contained solely by the big, heavy duty doors.
And now, truly, you worry things have gone too far. The doors part and you slink into the shadows, still approaching without hesitation. Youâre scared. God, terrified, really. But the adrenaline keeps you from retreating. Thereâs one goal you have in mind, and once complete, you can return back to your peaceful, suburban life.
A man holds the door as he waits for a friend to leave with him. You watch them walk away together, bragging about their earnings before you slip inside inconspicuously.
The red light contrasts from the rest of the building. And you think your retinas might explode from the change, you donât let it divert your attention, though. But itâs hard to deny how distracted you are.
As the atmosphere has changed you begin to feel heady from the scent of sweat and testosterone. You do your best to continue undetected as you try to keep to the edges of the crowd. But a few eyes find you. Nudging and laughing when they see a woman, God forbid, enter their sacred male space. You notice thereâs no malice mostly. Itâs more leering and ogling despite doing all you can to not give them any attention or feed into their sex drive.
But you scream.
Scream could even be an understatement as you feel a tight squeeze on your upper arm flesh yank you away from the crowd and into the background of the room. Your adrenaline seems to die the instant one red eye matching the ambient lighting filling the room like a brothel in a red light district stare into yours.
Half of his face is covered by some sort of black mask.
Protecting his battle wounds, you assume.
There are a few laughs and stares before theyâre pulled back to the main attraction. Thereâs a feeling of embarrassment rushing through you, but you can barely dwell on it as you look up at the man who had dragged you away so carelessly.
Heâs easily the tallest man youâve ever met. At least 6â5 and towering above you like youâre a puny child as you try and stand confidently beneath him. But the little gasp you emit when he bends down to whisper in your ear gives you away, instantly. He smirks, knowing just how scared you are. He knows just how worried you are and how out of your depth you are.
âAnd just what is a fragile little thing like you doing in my club?â he asks, a tantalising lilt in his words that would have your knees folding like outdoor furniture if you didnât have one reason and one reason alone for being here. He pulls away from your ear, an intimidating glare staring back at you as he waits for an answer. âYou donât look like you can fight. Not that Iâd allow it, anyway.â he tells you.
âIâm looking for someone.â you blurt out, unsure if you should have said that or kept it to yourself. Itâs too late, now, and you see a sadistic smile transform his ravenous expression into one of sheer entertainment.
âOh? Donât tell me youâve got a boyfriend youâre worried about fighting here.â he laughs, and it doesnât go unnoticed how his eyes move from your face to your breasts. Theyâre covered, entirely. The decision to wear a turtleneck for work has come back to bite you as the sweltering heat feels enough to knock you unconscious.
Itâs suffocating.
He isnât really looking at your tits, however. His eyes instead seem to hone in on the silver necklace youâre wearing. And you can see how his eyes squint as he tries to think of anyone fighting here whoâs initial begins with M before letting his dirty mind race at the thought of the letter slipping between your cleavage had you opted to wear something a little more revealing.
âYou look like a cop, sweetheart. Not a good place for you to be all by yourself.â he informs you. A cop? You hadnât even thought about how youâd stand out in that way. âI donât need the fuzz poking around here, what do you want?â he asks, his voice a little more pointed and venomous as he raises your necklace with a single finger to toy with it.
If you werenât so frozen in fear, you would have backed away and hid your necklace down your sweater. But you were scared, statuesque. The only movement you were able to perform was moving your lips.
A pretty trait for you to possess, he thinks.
âMy brother is here, I think.â you tell him, calmly, hoping your honesty will earn you some favour in his eyes. His eyebrow quirks as he thinks about you possessing a family resemblance to anyone here. âHeâs underage.â
He smiles at that. The pieces suddenly all fall into place as he knows exactly who youâre talking about. And he parts space between you both, grabbing the collar of your white, wool coat and pulling you along with him. The two of you get through the crowd with ease until youâre standing at the front.
A shriek leaves you as the losing opponent hurtles towards you, though your self-appointed escort gets in his way before your clothes can become ruined by the blood that has now smeared on your saviourâs skin. Youâre sure heâs thankful that he wore a black vest so that you canât really see the stains on it. Realistically, he probably doesnât care, you think.
He wouldnât be running a fight club if he cared about something as tedious as stains.
As he moves out of the way to reveal the victor, your own blood begins to simmer and spill from you. Megumi raises his arms triumphantly, spitting a glob of blood onto the ground next to the wounded man heâs evidently just beaten to a bloody, unconscious puddle. And you could tear his head off with your bare teeth with the rage that you feel.
But you canât.
Not when the man who led you here steps into the makeshift ring of people surrounding them and hands him his earnings. And your brother smiles, gratefully, as he accepts and counts it.
âThereâs someone here to see you, kid.â he tells him, tilting his head in your direction. Your foot taps against the dirty warehouse floor as you wait for him to notice you. And boy does he notice you. âOh, are you that scared of her?â he laughs, noticing all of the colour draining from Megumiâs face as he processes the fact that youâre here. That youâre really here.
âThe fuck are you doing here?!â he asks, running up to you and attempting to conceal the money as best he can. But itâs too late, you snatch it from his hand and look at him with contempt.
âMe? What are you doing here?! Youâre seventeen! Youâre not Tyler fucking Durden, Megumi.â you slap him upside the head and drag him away from the crowd. âIâm furious, I donât even know where to start with you.â you tell him as you approach the heavy doors that are keeping this disgusting little community trapped in the sweaty, blood soaked room.
âGet off.â he shakes himself loose. âI left my stuff in Sukunaâs office.â he announces, leaving before you give him permission. You huff, following him up the steel stairs as you continue your onslaught of verbal abuse and anger at his sheer stupidity.
He should see a doctor, really. But you worry heâll get in trouble if the police get involved. And he might end off worse, still, if he rats out this place and gets everyone else in trouble. Itâs too much, you know youâll have to cover for him.
You could cry, now. But you arenât sure if itâs anger or genuine upset. And honestly, you donât want him to see you cry over this. Weakness is not something you need him to see right now, you want to keep it together. Youâre his guardian and you canât be soft with him just because heâs your brother.
He picks up his gym bag from a locker in the room. Your eyes are laser focused on him, all of the trust you felt towards him is long gone. And now, you arenât sure if youâll ever be able to take your eyes off him again.
âMegumi⊠how did you even get involved with this?â you ask him, earning nothing more than an infuriated grunt as if you have no right asking. How dare you care about him and his wellbeing when youâre all each other have? You want to scream, to fucking scream at him for being such an idiot. âI thought you were getting bullied at school. I asked you ifââ
âDrop it. Can we just go?â he asks.
âTsk.â you kiss your teeth. Your gaze suddenly stolen as the man you can only presume is Sukuna walks into the office like he owns the place. He does. You close the distance between yourself and Megumi as his sadistic boss sits on a comfy looking chair behind an old battered desk. âGive me your phone. Go wait in the car. Do not go anywhere.â you warn him as you hand him the car keys.
He sighs, placing his phone in your hand before turning to leave. You donât look at him, though, too focused on Sukuna to even pay him any mind.
Your blood continues to boil, bubbling under the surface of your skin as you look at Sukuna. A smarmy smirk plastered on his face as he kicks his feet up onto the desk. So, Megumi leaves. He knows better than to push you when youâre this pissed.
âBefore you start, princess,â Sukuna stands back up and circles around the desk. Your eyes vibrate with fury as you watch him, backing up as he gets too close. âI didnât force him to do this.â
âDonât call me princess.â you tell him, shutting down the cutesy pet name in an instant the minute you get an opening to speak. You rest you hand on your hip as you point at him furiously. Itâs rude, you know itâs rude, but you canât bring yourself to care. Not after seeing your little brother like that. âHeâs just a kid. I donât want him involved in this stuff, Iâm trying to be a good role model and youâre fucking everything up. Heâs not coming back, ban him.â
âFuck no.â he chortles. âHe might be a kid but heâs good. I pay well. ân I like him, I do. Heâs a moody little brat but he makes me laugh and earns me a shit ton. Iâm not banning him for you. Or anyone.â
âMaybe I should call the police, see what they have to say about all of this.â you threaten, immediately regretting it, when the smile drops from his face and is replaced with something akin to bemusement. He hadnât expected you to threaten him. But the incredulous stare is soon replaced by another smile.
âYou wouldnât risk getting Megumi in trouble⊠nice try though.â he speaks, leaning back against his desk and crossing one ankle over the other as he folds his arms. Heâs thinking. Genuinely thinking of a way to compromise. âWhat do you do?â
âIâm⊠a doctor.â you tell him. Earning a set of raised eyebrows and an amused scoff as he looks you over once more. He supposes it explains the fancy clothes and snooty attitude.
Butâ
âYouâre too young to be a doctor, arenât you?â he wonders.
âIâm a primary care physician.â you tell him. He nods in understanding, but youâre confused now. You shake away his questions and his interest in you before staring at him again with intent. âThis needs to stop. Iâm not going to call the police but Iâm not letting my brother come back here, itâs too dangerous. Heâs a child.â
âHeâs a man, youâre babying him. He made three grand tonight, heâs earning money and staying out of trouble because he has an outlet for his anger.â Sukuna tells you. The amount of money heâs made surprises you, and youâre holding it in your coat pocket right now. Heâs going to be down $100 after you take it out of his earnings, though. But still. Even you canât deny that itâs impressive. âStuck up princess. Snooty doctor. Think you can come in my fuckinâ club and tell me what to do? Fuck that.â Sukuna claims.
He doesnât say anything else as he waits for you to speak. But, truthfully, youâre still thinking about Megumi. The fact that he needs an outlet for his anger is worrisome. Youâve tried to get him to see a therapist, but he isnât interested in the least.
Itâs been hard being a single parent to him when youâre too selfish and irresponsible to even look after yourself, let alone a teenage boy. He probably thinks youâre useless. You have no control over him, really. All you do is make sure heâs fed and has a place to sleep and get his school work done.
But after discovering this, youâre sure he hasnât even been bothering to attend school.
âOi.â Sukuna speaks, stealing your stare again as youâre finally brought out of your troubled gaze. âYouâre a sheltered little princess, arenât you? A place like this is just full of scum to you.â
âI donât care about this.â you laugh, minimally, not really seeing the funny side but you have nothing else to offer by way of expression. He hesitates a little, seeing the defeated look in your eye. âThe injuries and psychological damage these places can causeâŠâ
âNot everyoneâs got a fancy college education like you, girl.â he tells you, patronisingly, as if you donât know that. But he doesnât let you interrupt. âSome people need a quick buck to get out of trouble. Otherâs like the thrill. But who the fuck are you to come into my club and tell us all weâre wrong? Cominâ in here in your doctor clothes⊠looking down your nose at us.â
âThatâs notââ
âYeah, thatâs exactly what youâre doinâ, sweetheart.â he continues. âYou get to sit behind a desk all day and tell people what pills to take to feel better and then go home to your cosy house in the suburbs without a care in the world.â
âDonât fucking patronise me.â you warn him, though you donât have the muscle or means to back it up. He reminds you a lot of how your dad used to be. You didnât particularly take shit from him, and you certainly wonât be taking it from Sukuna if you can help it. âIf youâre letting a seventeen year old walk away with three grand, Iâm sure youâre making a lot more money than I am behind my desk. I work hard. Youâre lining your pockets from other peopleâs pain.â
âOnly a little,â he smirks at that, knowing youâre right but not entirely. âI fight. I bleed.â
And you scoff. Itâs so fucking archaic and you canât help but pace around with your hands on your hips as you try and decide where to even start with that. What can you say, really? Congratulations? No, definitely not. You stop in your tracks as you realise how close he is to you, now, deciding he wanted to close the gap between the two of you while your mind was elsewhere.
You breathe a little heavier as you fall backwards onto the couch behind you while he towers above you. His eyes rake over your body as he drinks you in. The slight fear lingering below the surface, shrouded by a cloud of false confidence as you do all you can to not succumb to his intimidation.
His arms almost cage you in.
Almost.
Heâd let you free yourself if you tried to escape.
But you arenât trying.
Youâre just staring into his eye.
And he likes that.
âWatch me.â he orders. The sentence is soft but with a hard, seductive edge. Itâs an offer despite it sounding like a command. You arenât sure what heâs asking you to watch but your heart rate is imploring you to decline, whatever it may be. He tilts his head, itâs barely noticeable, and somehow you do notice. You notice the way his eye flits from your eyes to your lips. Not once, multiple times. He has no shame, he doesnât care that you know heâs looking. He doesnât act on it, anyway. âWatch me fight.â
âPardon?â you ask, instantly. Bewildered that he would even dare to dream that youâd do something so idiotic. Your brother is waiting, patiently, for you to take him home. Unless heâs stolen your car, of course. But youâd like to think he knows heâs in enough trouble than to do something so stupid.
âYouâve never seen a fight. Watch the best at work, you might change your opinion. Watch me.â he repeats.
He watches as your eyes glaze over with a watery sheen, smirking. There is a breeze left in the wake of him quickly freeing your body from his caging arms and heading towards the entrance to his office. Your breathing is intense and your hands begin to shake. You think to text Megumi and check heâs okay, before remembering that you have his phone.
You look over your shoulder to see Sukuna leaning over the railing. Heâs yelling about something but your ears are ringing in your confusion. The music isnât helping, either. You look down at your phone to check the time, not even really taking it in before you place both Megumiâs and your own in each of your pockets.
Sukuna returns, entering with a cool swagger before leaning on the edge of his desk again.
âYouâve got ten minutes to decide.â he tells you.
Decide?
Youâve already decided. Thereâs no way youâre sticking around to watch him beat someone within an inch of their life. Or vice versa if his opponent proves to be too much. But with his physique and confidence, you doubt heâll lose. And almost as if heâs read your mind, he smirks.
âIâm going to win.â he informs you, a cocksure grin saturating his lips as he drinks in your reaction to his words. You cross a leg over the other and fold your arms, still determined to remain and appear defiant as you listen to him. He can sense youâre weakening resolve, though. âI always win, princess.â
âDonât call me that.â you remind him, and he tuts in response. You canât tell him what to do. You can try, but he wonât listen. And he hears the wavering in your words. Your desire to appear cold and callous towards him crumbling the longer you spend time in such close proximity to him.
âI think you like it.â he tells you, smiling. âWhy are you still here?â
âIâm thinking.â you tell him in turn, scowling as you decide whether or not to leave right now or actually think this through. If you leave, you know your pride wonât allow you to change your mind.
âDonât have all night for youâre thinkinâ, doll.â he speaks. âOh⊠I know, how about we make a little wager?â
âNo.â
âAwe, câmon, live a little.â he laughs, menially. He smirks as he hears you gasp whilst lifting you up like youâre nothing. He sits you down on his desk and for some reason you find yourself tightly wrapping your legs around his waist. Your chest heaves, panicked from the process. You arenât sure how that happened and you canât seem to shake any of it away. Not when your fingernails are digging into his biceps and your lips are ghosting each otherâs. What is he doing? âHow about if I lose, Iâll tell Megumi he canât come around here anymore.â
âYou said youâll win.â
He smirks, at that. Scarred hands nip and grab at your entirely covered flesh. He wishes he could just rip the material off you right here, right now. But he wouldnât feel right about sending you to your car in torn clothing, telling your little brother exactly what kept you busy for so long.
âThat, I didâŠâ he speaks as if recollecting an ancient memory. But he looks at you, eyes traversing your body again. âSo whatââ
ââm not betting with you. I know youâre gonna win.â you tell him, moving your head back slightly so your lips are no longing tracing each other. Instead, youâre looking at him intently. âYouâre just trying to get me to agree to something that I wonât be able to back out of. âm not stupid.â
âNo, youâre not stupid.â he agrees. He tucks some hair behind your ear and grabs your chin so that you canât break your stare from his own. âI know we both want the same thing right now, though. That pride will do you no good, yâknow.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â you lie, feigning ignorance as the heat between your legs begins to pool and seep into your panties. You hope he doesnât notice. God you hope he doesnât fucking feel it. You hope that your trousers will protect you, the fight should be starting soon. âIâm taking my brother home⊠but I hope you enjoy your little fight.â
âYouâre not going anywhere or you would have left already.â he tells you, matter-of-fact. âThe things I could say⊠Iâm gonna say it all after I win.â
âI wonât be here. ân Iâm not giving you my number.â
âYouâll be in the front fucking row watching me.â he sneers.
You inhale a sharp breath as he forcefully moves your head. A finger hooks into the collar of your turtleneck, lazily pulling it downward to reveal the bare skin of your neck. His lips are close, breath dancing over the expanse of your skin. Itâs a battle to withhold the shudder that is creeping through your veins. It makes your eyes water, a tear threatens to spill but you refuse to let it. You weld your eyes shut as he continues to torment you, and they appear even more watery when you open them again. The way your body trembles is harder to mask, though itâs nearly imperceptible as you accept you need to release it. All you can do is hope that he hasnât noticed.
But he does.
The intensity of your breathing increases as you think he might kiss your neck. Your eyes flutter shut in preparation, but all he does is tease. And when you feel a near empty chuckle fan across your neck, your eyes widen once more.
âItâs time, princess.â he tells you, pulling away completely. He doesnât wait for you to respond, heading towards the exit to his office before turning back to face you. âCome.â
And like youâre a voice activated toy, you follow him. He quick steps down the stairs while you struggle in your heels. You cling to the railing as you descend, and he waits patiently for you at the bottom.
Heâs agnate to a God in this warehouse. You see how people respect and admire him as he enters the room. People part for him so that he can walk through with ease with you in tow. Youâre really going to watch an authentic fight.
You wonder how different it will be in comparison to movies. Youâre scared, shaking, but part of you is telling you that you need to see it. You need to see the state that Megumi could one day end up in if you donât scold him correctly.
âShould I go easy on him, sweetheart?â he asks, loud enough for the crowd to hear. âSheâs going to decide your fate tonight, listen up.â Sukuna tells his opponent. You want to kill him yourself for drawing everyoneâs attention to you. You struggle to find words, mouth drying every time it opens.
âJust⊠donât kill him.â you shrug. âBut donât get yourself killed, either.â
He laughs, shrugging his shoulders too. Neither of them look scared, though you suppose thatâs the point. Neither of them would be doing this if they didnât think they could win. They wouldnât be here if they were afraid of getting hurt.
âShe wants me to go easy on youâŠâ Sukuna smirks.
You watch, nervously, as they circle around the ring for a while. He looks at you, briefly, as you fiddle with your necklace as you try and occupy your mind.
A ragged breath leaves you as they both lunge at each other. The way Sukuna dodges and weaves away from each and every attempt that should be hitting him is almost like watching a beautiful ballet.
Itâs art, here.
Between these walls and amongst this audience. It is a true art form that is celebrated and enjoyed. The casualties donât matter, not even a little. Everyone is a willing participant, even you, now. You could have left but decided not to.
Itâs for Megumi, you tell yourself.
You need to be better and act better for him. And you canât possibly do that without the knowledge of how truly dangerous this can be.
But now, seeing it for yourself, youâre starting to understand.
Sukuna is strong. Heavy fists affix themselves to his opponents face again and again until heâs on the ground. Blood pours from the manâs nose and you think he might suffocate from lost teeth and gurgling blood pooling in his throat.
And Sukuna⊠heâs been starved of this.
You start to think that maybe he doesnât fight as regularly as he claims. It seems too easy for him, now. No one can beat him, so whatâs the point? But he has missed this feeling. The feeling of seeing blood gush from an adversary who whole-heartedly believed they could take him on.
He takes pleasure in it, violence. Particularly the brand inflicted by him. He profits from it regularly, but this is a rare treat nowadays. Heâs happy to sit in his office and let idiots do what idiots do as long as his pockets and wallet fill with each event.
This fight⊠it was on a whim.
Was it just to impress you?
He straddles his opponent as he repeatedly smashes the same fist into his face again and again and again. And heâs laughing. Itâs maniacal, borderline insane laughter as you see blood spatter and clots form and congeal against the poor manâs skin.
And whyâŠ
Why are you loving this?
You can practically feel hearts and glitter adorning your eyes as you watch on in horror, unable to turn away. Youâre mesmerised by it. You should be ashamed, really, youâre meant to be a doctor.
If you were a good person, youâd be breaking this up. Youâd be rushing to the manâs side and calling an ambulance to help him. Instead of watching on in astonishment, you should be doing all you can to keep him alive after such a vicious assault. But instead, youâve sunken to the balls of your feet so that you can be on their level and watch each and every punch land with excruciating detail. You donât want it to stop. You could watch this forever.
Watch him forever.
Youâre sick.
This is sick.
âSukuna!â you yell, standing upright again and looking down at him. He stops short of landing one final blow to his opponents bulging and split nose so that he can look up at you. Thereâs worry in your eyes, and it makes his brows furrow. His eyes squint as he examines you. He isnât sure how to read you or what you might be thinking. But he realises worry isnât the only thing lingering behind those glimmering, wide eyes.
Something else entirely resides there that heâs longed to see since the moment he set eyes on you.
âSorry, I got carried away.â he speaks down to the near dead man beneath him. âWere you done or did you want to keep going?â
âD⊠Donââ
âThaaaaatâs great.â he responds to the manâs choked attempt to end the fight. Sukuna jumps to his feet, barely a scratch on him, and walks by you without looking back. You hasten behind him, almost unable to keep up in your stupid shoes. You see a man hand him something before walking away. You scrunch your brows as you look between them both.
Oh, heâs been paid.
He reaches the top of the stairs to his office and holds the door open for you to pass through. You duck by him, hiding in the room like you shouldnât be there. You shouldnât. You feel so small and inconsequential when youâre near him.
Itâs his height, you realise.
Itâs effortless intimidation. Heâs a giant and you have to crane your neck just to look up at him when heâs close to you. His giant frame and bulging muscles donât put you at ease, either. If you make him mad enough, you wonder how far heâd go. Would he use his strength to his advantage? Maybe heâd just take pity on you.
âYouâre still here.â he rasps, locking the door behind himself and closing the blinds to the room. He likes the privacy as he counts his money. It excites you, for some reason, to see so much in a big fat wad. He looks up at you briefly before focusing back on it. âYou liked it.â
âNo.â
âYeah ya did,â he laughs. You watch him as he collects a heavy looking bag from another locker in the room. Itâs different to the one Megumi used. It looks shinier, newer. Sturdier. âI can tell you liked it.â
âWell, Iâm going now.â you start, turning to walk away before he stretches out an arm to stop you in your tracks. He walks you backwards until your ass collides into the edge of his desk. He doesnât pick you up, though. He just sizes you up, slowly, purposefully. And what a pathetic size you are in comparison to him. âMegumi needs meâŠâ you whisper, meekly.
His presence is truly all consuming as he lords above you. Youâre trapped between his large frame and the tattered old desk that resides in this seedy office. He could afford something nicer. But what would be the point if the place gets raided?
âWe wanted the same thing earlier,â he starts. His voice quiet but commanding, still. You look between his lips and his pressuring gaze. He smiles, at that, he can see the way your mind is running rampant with thoughts of him. The dirty criminal who wants to fuck you on his desk. âBet ya want it even more now.â
âN-No.â
âYes.â he argues, placing a bloody hand on your pristine coat and making a mess of it. His hand snakes around to your waist, eventually. You gasp when you feel him tug your body closer to his by your belt loops, grinning as the little noise you make hits his ears. âStutterinâ over yours words and making pretty sounds for me, sweetheart. Did you get all excited from seeing the blood? Bet ya did⊠bet youâre wet from seeinâ daddy get violent.â
You gulp, heartily, your breathing gets heavier the more he speaks. His words rush straight to your cunt and you can barely ground yourself. The only thing keeping you from floating is your fingers curling around the edge of the desk as he continues to tease you.
âYouâre fucking frigid.â he continues. Your eyes begin to water as he undoes the button on your pants and goes to pull down the zipper. You grab his hands to stop him, though itâs in vain. âWhy are you so frigid, huh? When was the last time you had a good, hard, fuck?â he asks you, each word dripping like venom in a bid to make you squirm.
âThatâs none of yourââ
âStop being such a bitch.â he tells you, slight laughter leaving him as he speaks. âLet me guess⊠got too occupied with your career, right? Bet you had a long term boyfriend who wouldnât know how to fuck you properly if his life depended on it. ân then you got saddled with the kid⊠bought a vibrator and a plastic cock ân thought that would make do⊠youâve never been fucked before.â
âStop it.â you tell him. You turn your head away but he quickly forces it back with one heavy, dominating hand. âI have to go.â
âSure.â he agrees, not letting go or moving aside for you to leave.
Nothing is said, not another word. Several beats of silence pass by as you stare at each other. The hypnotic music continues to play outside, though itâs muffled slightly by the locked office door. It isnât enough to mask how hard either of you are breathing. Panting. Unable to break your stare from each other as the silence, that cogent fucking silence gets louder and louder.
Not another word is spoken as his lips press roughly against your own. You kick off your shoes and he kicks them aside as you continue to kiss him. Your hands are all over his body, grabbing and squeezing his skin as you lose yourself to the feeling of his lips. He forces down your trousers so that theyâre resting around your thighs before lifting you onto the desk. You moan, desperately, as he breaks the kiss to fully remove them from your legs.
He lets them fall and kicks them away in the opposite direction of your shoes. The kiss breaks once more as he laughs lightly as your hips begin to rock eagerly for him.
âKnew you were wet for me earlier, yâknow.â he tells you, kissing you briefly before deciding to tease you further. âFelt how your cunt was droolinâ when I lifted you on here before.â
âYouâre vile.â you tell him, not caring that much as you lock your lips with his again. His attitude, the way he talks, the way he is. Itâs all so nauseatingly macho and you thought you were better than this. You thought you knew better and wanted better for yourself. But having it presented so perfectly for you⊠you were always going to succumb.
âYou like it, you like me.â he continues, forcing your snow-white coat down your arms and off your body. The way his knuckles continue to gush blood, you expect the liquid to seep and stain the white material and paint it the same red as his eyes. âMmmm, Iâm right. Why else would you be so wet?â
The air is snatched from your lungs as he pushes your legs apart from each other one at a time. You donât dare close them as you watch him pull his vest over his head and reveal his perfectly chiselled body in all of its glory. Itâs pervasive. Itâs gorgeous. You arenât even sure itâs humanly possible to look this good.
A soft âunfâ sound leaves you and you feel him sink his bloody knuckles inside of your panties. Deft fingers swirl and tease around your firm clit, and your mouth seals shut.
âTell the truth, princess.â he swipes two fingers over your clit at a heightened pace, desperate to coax another utterance of admittance from your soft lips. âYou wanna get fingered by a dirty old man. Go on, let me be your bit of rough, sweetheart.â
âFuck.â you breathe, unable to withstand his filthy mouth. Youâre truly powerless to being spoken to like this. Maybe youâre tired of people speaking to you so politely day in day out.
He doesnât respect you, though.
Right now youâre nothing but a wet, desperate hole, with a pretty face attached.
âLet daddy finger you, yeah?â he asks, and you canât stop your eyes from filling with water. He thinks itâs adorable. How the mighty hath fallen for nothing more than a few little rubs on your neglected clit. It makes him sick, truthfully, how many precious little things like you go without being touched properly. Youâre about to learn, now, just how quickly you can become addicted to a person and the way they touch you.
âI should- I r-really have to go!â you tell him, still so desperate to remain defiant to the bitter end. He knows youâre bound to crumble any second. Youâre biting your lip to keep quiet, but it will do you little good. Not when you are instinctively widening your legs for him. Wider than you knew they could go.
He pushes a single finger into you, hissing when he feels just how tight you really are. If he didnât know better, heâd assume you were a virgin. He presses the heel of his palm against your clit, constantly adding pressure to the needy nub as he continuously pumps and curls his finger in and out of your sopping hole.
âSukuna! I canât d-do this, I shouldnât be here.â you tell him as you wrestle with your guilt.
âThis is exactly where you should be,â he tells you. âYouâll feel better when you cum fâme. Maybe youâll stop being such a stuck up bitch.â he laughs, again, because you donât dispute it.
No, instead, you lean back and rest your hands on the desk. Your hips roll urgently against his hand, chasing the stimulation to your clit. He looks down between you, tugging at your panties with one hand until you take the hint. You stop rutting against him, closing your legs so he can pull them down without stopping his rough touches.
They come down enough, the white lace dangling on one ankle as he forces your legs apart again. His vision meets your cunt. The way youâre swallowing one finger with ease now calls him to add another.
And you hiss from the stretch, but your humping doesnât relent. Youâre taking his fingers all of the way to the bloody knuckle until your eyes cross from the pleasure. And he grunts, at that, an attempt to conceal the moan lodged in his throat.
He revels in the way your cunt clenches as he allows a glob of spit to drip to your clit. His jaw hangs low as he massages the heel of his palm into it harder. The way you wriggle from his touch is better than any drug he can imagine existing. Itâs addictive, seeing a once so proud woman regress to a needy little pet from the touch of a common man.
âD-Donât stop.â you whisper, unsure of where that even came from. It was entirely involuntary. Your brain begins to fog as he repeatedly batters your g-spot again and again until your vision turns white. âFuck, fuck! âm cumming, Sukuna! Ah- aaah~!â you cry out.
And just as it was getting good. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, he withdraws his fingers.
âYouâre a real slut when you get going, arenât you?â he smiles, landing a wet slap on your twitching pussy. You yelp, but donât speak. âBarking orders at me like youâre in charge. Remember whoâs office youâre in, now. It ainât yours, princess. Youâre spread open on daddyâs desk. Know your place.â
âIâm s-sorry.â you whimper, trying to focus and ignore the aching pulse you feel between your thighs. You need to cum, now. You need him to make you. Itâs not fair, you canât comprehend how close you were before he stopped you from reaching your high. âIâll be good, d-daddy, just donât⊠please donât stop.â you beg, the title feels foreign on your tongue. But you donât hate it.
He tuts, slapping your cunt again and again, repeatedly striking until tears spill from your pathetic, wet eyes.
âFuckinâ love it when you look at me like that. Needy little whore.â he chortles, moving away from you entirely as he goes to grab something. âIâm gonna do something no one else will ever be able to do for you, jusâ because you look so pretty.â
âWhaâ?â
âLose the sweater, now. Wanna see your pretty tits,â he commands, lifting up the bag he grabbed from his locker earlier. âHurry up. You need to be naked for this, youâll enjoy it more.â
You do as youâre told, hurrying to strip yourself of the restricting material that has been suffocating you all night. And you toss it God knows where, breathing a sigh of relief as you feel cooler despite the sweaty heat that is trapped in the office with you.
âGood, good girl.â he smirks, unzipping the bag. You brace yourself for whatever heâs about to pull out. Some kind of sex toy, you assume. Knowing his ego, itâs probably a mould of his cock, hoping he can double stuff you.
But he doesnât pull anything out.
Instead, he tips the bag upside down. Thereâs no time to think about what horrible things he could be pouring onto you. Because it doesnât happen. Instead, youâre showered in bank notes. You laugh, excitedly, as you feel a never-ending stream over hundred-dollar bills pour over your body and onto the desk.
Sukuna laughs, too, admiring the sight of you dressed in nothing but money.
His money.
And itâs everywhere.
You writhe around on the desk before looking at him. He pulls down his sweats, hungrily, just enough to free his length. And, fuck, heâs huge. You knew he would be just by looking at the rest of him. Itâs a scary sight, but you donât care. He was right, no one else will ever be able to do this for you.
âFuck me.â you request, opening your legs for him again. âWant daddy to fuck me stupid.â you finish.
And he doesnât need to be asked twice. His fingers are shoved between your lips for you to suck as he lines his threatening cockhead up with your throbbing cunt. Youâre too distracted by the taste of his fingers to properly react to how he stretches your hole.
The taste of copper stains your tastebuds along with the flavour of your essence. He watches you, intently, as he bullies his cock all of the way to the hilt without remorse. Though he hadnât realised heâd been holding his breath while examining you, panting desperately when heâs fully sunken into your restricting walls.
âTook that like a champ,â he praises you, withdrawing his fingers from your lips and opting to squeeze the sides of your neck instead. âFuckinâ gorgeous, swallowing me like this.â he smirks, thrusting his hips shallowly to help you adjust. But the composure is lost when he feels how tight youâre wrapped around him. Like youâre claiming what yours as if he belongs inside, buried deep in your cunt to depths no one has been before.
He's yours.
âFuuuuââ you start, cutting yourself off as you pout and groan through every pummel of his hips against yours. âDaddy! D-aaddy!â you wince, unable to believe how perfectly each vein adorning his cock stimulates you so beautifully. His leaking tip serves as a painful reminder to how irresponsible youâre being to fuck a literal stranger raw.
But you donât care.
You honestly donât care as you think about the desperate desire you feel burning between your thighs for him to fill you up like youâre his. To be claimed in such a disgustingly primal way by this behemoth of a man while you just lie there and take it is the only thing higher on your list of priorities than actually getting to cum yourself.
âNo one will fuck you like this again, hear me? No one.â he reminds you. And all you can do is nod dumbly as you canât even find it in you to formulate one word on your tongue to say in response. âNot a doctor, not a lawyer. No one will fuck you in the money they earn like this. And you look so pretty, princess. Knew youâd like it, can act high ân mighty all you like, but you like the blood money, donâtcha?â
âY-Yes.â you barely managed to squeak out.
âYes what?â he repeats.
âY-es, daddy,â you pant, forcing yourself to fix your eyes on him as you speak in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. âI l-like the money.â
âLittle money slut.â he chuckles, the angle he fucks in you seeming to hit deeper and deeper the longer it goes on. âI should fuck you up against the window, let everyone see how fucked out you are. Hah? Show everyone youâre not such a stuck up princess after all.â
âN-No, please, donât.â you beg, gasping as he pulls his cock out of you and drags you away from the desk. He pushes your face against the window and you instinctively close your eyes. Your back arches as he slots himself into you from behind, powerless to his body as he starts fucking into you again. And youâre so thankful for the blinds, despite the fact the ridges dig into your skin as he ploughs you. âFuuuuck, âKuna, fuck, sâbig!â you tell him, feeling him deeper still as he hits you from behind.
âI should let them all see what a whore you are.â he laughs, fingers gripping deeply into your sides as he uses you for leverage to pull you down on his length whilst battering into you. âPretty mouth is droolinâ for me, look like youâre gonna break.â
Your heart begins to race as he reaches for the cord to open the blinds. Thereâs no doubt in your mind that itâs something heâd do. You brace yourself, preparing to be put on show for all of the lecherous men below to see.
But instead, he picks you up and forces you to bend over the table again. Your feet donât even touch the ground as rams his cock into you again and again and again.
âMegumi wouldnât be able to live it down if everyone knew how much of a slut his sister is,â he tells you. âHeâd get the shit kicked out of him every time someone described what your face looks like when you cum.â
Fuck, Megumi.
Youâd forgotten all about him, waiting in the freezing cold car for you while his pseudo-boss fucks your brains out.
âDonât,â you huff, âtell him, about this.â
âOf course not, Iâll be your dirty little secret.â he laughs. âYou are a vessel for my cum and nothing more.â
Youâve never felt such self-hatred for yourself as those final, scathing words have you cumming violently around his cock. You tremor and shake as you finish, collapsing entirely onto the desk as he continues to plough into you.
âFuck, fuck!â you cry, feeling even more embarrassment wash over you as you think you might have pissed yourself. But he gasps, amazed, admiring the stream of clear liquid gushing from your cunt drenching him and his money on the floor.
âAwe, baby just squirted. What that your first time?â he laughs, fucking into you harder so that he can follow you along in your bliss. He bends over, his mouth lining up with your ear so he can whisper more of his rendition of sweet nothings into your ear. âYouâre shaking âcause of me. A-And now, youâre gonna have to drive your little brother home with every drop of my cum in your cunt.â
âPlease, please fill me up. Need it sâbad. Wanna be full of youâŠâ you babble, reality still not fully resonating with you as he carries on fucking into you at a brutal pace.
He grunts and moans as he cums deep inside of you. Youâve made some mistakes in your life but this has to be one of the better ones. Despite your healthcare knowledge telling you that you should know better, youâve never felt so content as you feel him shoot rope after rope of searing hot cum into your womb.
He pulls out, wiping his dick off on your ass cheek before fingering you slowly.
âKeep my mark inside of you.â he utters, forcing you to squeeze your thighs together so you donât waste a drop while he gathers your clothes for you.
He hands you your underwear first while he keeps looking, and you pull them up quickly. It feels so revolting and lewd as his cum leaks into the seat of your panties. You sigh as you feel the cold letter M on your chest before you can dress yourself.
âI donât have a first aid kit here.â Sukuna speaks, not looking at you as he hands you the rest of your belongings.
âIâm fine.â you tell him, quickly pulling on your sweater and instantly feeling sick as the warm material meets with your hot, clammy skin.
âIâm not.â he tells you, watching as you pull up your trousers and fasten them in a hurry before slipping into your high heels again. âBet you have one at home. Youâre a doctor, youâve gotta look after people.â
You eye him up, cautiously, before your expression changes to a smile. âYouâre asking to come home with me?â you wonder, pulling on your coat and making sure you still have two phones in your pockets as well as your purse and Megumiâs wad of cash. âBut Megumi willââ
âIâll drive behind you. Câmon, princess, donât want my cuts do get infected, do ya?â he asks.
You cannot believe you allowed his dirty fingers inside of you. As good as they felt, it was so stupid. Youâre sure thereâs probably blood stains on your inner thighs because of him.
Though the thought of him all over you makes your cheeks fill with warmth.
You just nod, opting not to speak as you head towards the office door. You walk ahead of him, finding confidence in your strides again. He puts his vest back on and makes sure heâs decent before leaving the office. He watches you leave ahead of him and stops to talk to his favourite subordinate.
âClean the mess up there. And Iâve counted the money so donât get cute.â he says, handing the key to the office over before following your path out.
Heâs a little surprised how far ahead youâd gotten. Long gone from the building as you approach your car.
The guilt of leaving Megumi alone for so long got to you, he thinks.
âHi.â you say, simply, sitting behind the wheel of your car and hoping not to have to talk much for the ride home. Heâs a moody teenager who rarely has a word to say to you. And for once, youâre hoping itâll stay that way. You adjust yourself and quickly put on your seatbelt so that you can drive off without another word.
âWhat took you so long?â Megumi asks, huffing as he looks at you. His eyebrows knit as he sees his bossapproach with a confident swagger. He wonders if he forgot something or he didnât pay him the right amount.
Sukuna leans into his open window with a shit eating grin on his face. He wants to question it, to question you. But his eyes meet your not so pristine white coat as he turns to look at you again. âIs that blood?â he asks, eyes looking up at you as he waits for an answer.
You look down at your jacket, holding your eyes closed with a sigh as you realise what a nightmare itâs going to be to remove the stains. Megumi leans in closer to you, moving your hair out of the way as he examines you.
âUmâŠâ you mutter, too frozen to even continue starting up the car.
âItâs on your face and neck too. What did youâ?â he stops, turning around to look at Sukuna and see if he can fill in the blanks in his mind with any form of answer. But theyâre filled, instantly, as his eyes fall to see Sukunaâs bloody knuckles. âFor fuck sake.â he speaks, quietly, covering his face with both hands as the revelation dawns on him.
âIâll be right behind you, lead the way.â Sukuna winks as he walks away from your car and heads towards his own.
You donât say anything, copying your brotherâs action as you both sit in silence and absorb the never-ending supply of cringe filling the atmosphere. Until eventually you decide, this wonât do. Sukuna honks the horn of his Mercedes to signify that heâs ready.
So you start to drive, fleeing the scene while your partner in crime follows behind.
âFucking good role model you are.â Megumi speaks sarcastically. âI canât show my face there again. Why do you ruin everything?â
âNothing happened!â you lie, earning a scoff from him.
âLet me get this straight. You came here to tell me to stop fighting, and then you fucked the man who pays me to do it. So, am I allowed to fight or not?â
âObviously not, Megumi.â
âYouâre a fucking hypocrite.â he scathes, turning his head to face away from you while he sulks. âYou canât tell me what to do after this. Some fucking moral compass you got there.â
âOh shut up.â you respond, trying to keep a cool head as you continue. âNothing. Happened. I watched him fight and I hated it, we talked it out and here we are. Stop being so pissy.â
âWhyâs he following us home, then?â he wonders, turning to face you and see if he can detect an honest answer or a lie from you.
âHe doesnât have a first aid kit.â you tell him, which is true though it isnât really an answer. And you feel his green eyes burn into the side of your face as he waits for you to elaborate. âIâm a doctor, he needs his wounds tending to.â
â⊠Oh my God.â he starts. âOh my God you actually fucking like him. Youâre so embarrassing.â he huffs, pulling a cigarette out of his jeans. He closes the window to light it and opens it again just as quickly. Youâve never liked that he smokes, but you know nothing you say or do will stop him.
Just like the fighting.
And then, you find yourself laughing. Unable to stop yourself as you think about what a stereotypical angsty teen your little brother is. And, God, youâve made yourself into his biggest enemy just because you care about him. But now⊠Christ, youâve gone above and beyond.
âI lied. We fucked. And it was great.â you laugh harder when you see Megumiâs horrified expression the longer the conversation goes on.
âI canât stand you.â he sighs. âHeâs never gonna let me forget this. What is wrong with you?â
âServes you right, you little shit. Lie to me again and see what happens.â you warn him, your laughter lets up a little as you try and focus on being serious.
Youâre never going to be his mother, and youâd never want to be. But what you can be is his big sister. You can be an annoying pain and embarrass him whenever he acts up. But youâll always be here to take care of him and keep him on the right track when needs be.
âI love you, shit head.â you smile, and he sighs.
â⊠love you too⊠bitch.â
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m.list | chapter two
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SUMMARY, youâve had made peace with yourself knowing that youâd be a spinster for the rest of your life, so that you could take care of your little sibling, such as because they see you as their mother. Who would have thought just because you tagged along with your twin brother to an invited vacation, youâd meet your future husband who suffered the same responsibility?
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đandles were the main light source to guide you through the dark halls of your home when your younger brothers had nightmares. Your hand was rather larger than theirs, but you still let their tiny fingers lead you to their room. Speaking about how in their nightmare it was a night roaring with thunder and you and your twin brother were nowhere to be seen. Â
You hush them to sleep, raking your fingers through their hair and letting their unconscious body cling to yours. While tucking them in again, you hear the door open slightly. âA nightmare?â Oliver spoke out, making you soften your gaze on him. âIt is like they were there when Mother died.â You sigh as you ruffle one of the twin's hair.Â
âThey are haunted by the night they were born.â You frown, simply because this wasnât the first they came crying into your room about the horrid dream they had. Oliver seemed to sense your stress and took you away from the twin's room. âWe simply canât do anything about it sister, but try to raise them differently.â He sighed.Â
It had been years since your mother's death, and you took the responsibility to take care of your younger brothers. Her cause of death was because of them, having no choice but to be cut open and die bleeding while hugging her causes. Your mother huffed as she gave you her final orders as a mother before dying.Â
Her death was heartbreaking and the one who took it to heart was your father. He died a week after from a broken heart, leaving your brother to be the new lord of the family, and you the lady of the house until your brother married.Â
You were presented to society as requested by your aunt, but when no suitors understood your desire to raise your brothers, you simply didnât marry. You were a spinster to society and a mother figure to your siblings.Â
âI donât know Oliver, I hate seeing them suffer.â You walk into his study and sit yourself down, him following your actions. âYou seem to grow the senses of a mother, sister.â Oliver smiled and sighed until he remembered something from earlier today. âIâve received an invitation from one of my old friends, they invited us to their countryside home, where they will host a ball soon.â He looked over, catching how this took all of your attention.Â
âIt would be nice, you and the boys would love some vacation, especially you since you're the one who needs it the most.â You stood up and smiled, taking your shawl and covering yourself once again walking straight to the door. âSo itâs a yes?â Oliver asked making you laugh lightly and then nodding. âOf course Oliver, who am I to deny you of relaxation?âÂ
He laughed lightly before watching you walk away to finally sleep, and he returned to his desk to do his duties.Â
Youâve noticed it had been quite some time since you were in the countryside, and seeing Aubrey Hall was quite astonishing when you first saw it. Thomas and Richard bounced excitedly when they saw the house, blabbering about how it was gorgeous and humongous. âYou must act like gentlemen while you are here, well-mannered and respectful.â You told them watching as they nodded furiously and repeated âYes big sister!â over and over.Â
When the carriage stopped you saw the Bridgerton family spill out of the front door, lining up to greet your family. Once you stepped out someone called your last name out, making you look up to see an older man smiling at your brother. âClarke!âÂ
âBridgerton!â Your brother smiled and shook the man's hand, then hugged for a second before he introduced his family. âDear friend, Iâm quite hurt you wouldnât invite me to your wedding nor tell me you had a family..â Anthony spoke, making you laugh at the face Oliver made. âMy Lord, youâre mistaken, Iâm Oliver's sister, and these are our siblings Thomas and Richard.â You smile at his bewildered face.Â
âMy Apologies.â Anthony ducked his head, making you chuckle and dismay the mistake. âPlease do join us for tea!â Violet smiled at the four of you, gladly being invited in.Â
You were astonished by their home, it seemed like a wonderful place to grow up in. The tea room was more beautiful as you sat with Oliver on one of the sofas. âMother, can we go out and play in the garden with Thomas and Richard?â You learned that the youngest Bridgerton siblings were Hycinth and Gregory, somewhat the same age as Thomas and Richard. âOf course, if it all right with their older siblings.â Violet looked over for your permission.Â
âSister, can we? Please!â Richard came up to you, right behind him was Thomas talking to Hycinth. You look over to Oliver, and he nods and allows it. âYou may, but donât cause trouble!â You spoke, and automatically they thanked you and promised nothing but good deeds.Â
Violet smiles at your motherly aura, making you smile back at her when you catch her staring. The moment was wonderful and not long after dinner was being served, that was when you separated yourself to find your little siblings. A servant leading you outside to them, you were about to call out to them until a voice behind you did it for you. âEveryone, time for dinner!â
You looked behind your shoulder to find Anthony behind you, he instantly looked at you. âThank you, My Lord.â You bowed your head, you were about to leave until he spoke. âI hope you do forgive me about earlier.â He said, you raised an eyebrow a bit confused. âAbout what My lord?â You asked before turning your head and looking for Richard and Thomas, they were running straight at you. âAbout me mistaking you for Oliver's wife,â Anthony confessed.Â
You smiled softly before yelling at the boys not to run inside, again turning over towards him. âDonât worry about it, My lord.â You laugh lightly before you watch him offer his arm, making you confused once again. âAllow me to show you where dinner is held..â He smiled, and you once again smiled out of kindness, before taking his hand.Â
You flinch awake when you feel someone slip under your bedsheet, making you peek your eyes open. Only to find Thomas sniffling his tears, making you well aware of what was happening. Thomas was always the most sensitive one out of the twins, he was a soft boy who was very kind. âThomas, what happened?â You whisper, caressing your hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away.Â
âI had a nightmare again.â He sniffled, he was visibly shaken up. His night clothes were crinkled, his hair was ruffled and some parts were drenched in sweat. His blue eyes were puffed and his nose was snotty, making your heartache.Â
You turn over in your bed and light up the side candle on your night table, the dim light making everything around it glow a soft light. You push the duvets and blankets away and put on your slippers, walking inside the bathroom to the side of it. Thomas sat up and grew shy, were you mad at him?
âCâmere Thomas, we donât want you going to bed all sweaty.â You came back in the room with a damp towel, rubbing it along his hair, trying to clean up the sweat off his hair and neck. âLay down.â You told him before going into the bathroom again. When you came back, the towel was damp again but this time you placed it around his face, hoping the cold towel would calm him down.Â
You sit beside him on the bed, pulling your knees towards you. âWhat was your nightmare about?â You asked softly when you uttered those words, you could feel him tense around you. âYou can talk to me when youâre ready if itâs too hard, for now, we can just be in each other presence.â You run your fingers in his hair, feeling him ease up.Â
After a few minutes he talked, but his words trembled like he was about to say something wrong but spoke. âI saw Mother, in my dream.â He said, just now leaning a bit more into your side. âShe was with Papa, and you. She was cradling you in her arms, saying how you were doing a good job.â He sniffled, closing his eyes trying to remember again.Â
âThen everything sort of started to disappear, she kept saying how it was time for you to join them, and she disappeared again and left you crying.â Tears swelled in his eyes, trembling. âDo you miss Mother and Father, sister?â He looked up at you, making you bite your tongue, not wanting to cry in front of him. âOf course I do.â You swallow the sadness down. âDo you hate me for taking them away?â
âThomas, never say such words.â You spoke calmly at him, making him look away. âYou are my brother and I must take care of youâMother told me it was my final order as a big sister.â You told him. âEveryone is destined to go somewhere they might return from, it was simply their time to go.â You stated.Â
âYou wonât leave us alone, right sister?â Thomas looked at you, his gaze holding hope and fear. âNever, Iâll be by your side until you are big enough not to need me all the time.â You smiled at his foolish question. âI think, Iâll always need you here with me sister.â He murmured, finally closing his eyes.Â
As he falls asleep in your bed, you canât help but sigh. Â
Candles were the main light source to guide you through the dark halls of the Bridgerton house, taking a peek inside your brother's guest room. Only to find the bed still neatly made, so you wandered around until you heard soft laughter in the Billard room. You peek in, seeing your Brother playing pool with Anthony. Colin and Benedict drinking on the side, chatting between themselves, and drowning in smoke.
Your soft knock on the door startles them, making their eyes stare at the door. âSister?â Oliver looked at you confused. You smiled nervously before talking âSorry to interrupt but I need your help.â You say. âWhat with?â He asked, more confused than the first. âIt is Thomas.â With that, your brother is hastily walking towards you.Â
âHe had another nightmare, he is drenched in sweat.â You whispered at him, eyeing him and the Bridgerton brothers who stood quite confused. âDid something happen, should I send for a doctor?â Anthony was the first to speak out. You and Oliver looked at each other and communicated with your eyes.Â
âNo, our brother is simply hogging my bed.â You smiled softly at him, before pulling your brother's sleeve. âAgain, sorry to interrupt, have a good night gentleman.â You bow your head down, before walking out of the room. âIâll be right back.â Oliver excused himself.Â
After you left, the band of brothers looked at each other âWhat do you think that was about?â Benedict asked, making Colin think. âPerhaps the boy simply has an attachment issue?â The two brothers keep talking but the elder one is still glancing at the place where you stood. He knew the look you gave to your brother meant something, something he knew about.Â
It was simply the same look his mother gave him when she needed to carry the young ones to bed because she alone couldnât pick them up. As he stood there in thought, he started to think more. You were similar to his mother, giving the same comfort around other people. You gave those boys so much motherly love, just like his mother did with him and his brothers.Â
âPerhaps she is just a mother figure to those boys.â Anthony simply said, taking a sip of his liquor. Benedict and Colin brushed him off and continued talking, they wouldnât get it anyway. A figure will always recognize another.Â
The sun playfully peaked through the blue curtains, making your eyes flutter open slowly. You hum as you let your body wake up, stretching to each corner of your guest bed. You felt amazing like you just gotten the best rest of your life, instantly placing you in a good mood.Â
You have gotten yourself ready for today, wearing a light purple dress and placing your hair down, showing off its length. You smiled at the thought of having a peaceful morning in this gorgeous country home, simply sitting near the garden, enjoying the morning breeze and a book.Â
You slip out of your room and walk downstairs.Â
Anthony flinched, hearing floorboards creaking in his home. He could feel the house become alive but could hear someone speak to others. He wondered who it could be since he was usually the first one up. He sighed and shuffled out of his bedsheets, peaking out of his view of the backyard, only to see you sitting with a book in your hand.Â
He wondered what you were doing, he could only slowly start waking up while looking at you. Should he join you for tea? He asked himself, before making his mind up and doing so.Â
He slowly shuffled out of his trousers and slipped into his clothes of the day, then walked out of his room. The morning staff greeted him, and he then ordered him to bring tea outside where you were, they quickly did what they were ordered to do.Â
You got startled when a soft âgood morning.â spoke out towards you, making you look behind and see who was responsible. âAh, Good morning, My lord.â You smiled while standing up, and curtsying towards him. âPlease, May I join you?â Anthony smiled, gesturing to the free seat, in which you nodded.Â
âHow was your night? Was everything to your liking?â He asked, making you place a bookmark on your book. âEverything was perfect, you shouldnât worry.â You smiled, noticing a maid coming up and serving tea. âIf you donât mind me asking, was everything alright yesterday night?â Anthony questioned.Â
You looked at him as you were going in to sip tea, and you placed it down softly. âThomas is a compassionate boy, he gets scared easily, and he has recurring nightmares.â You tell him, catching how worried he looks. âHe sneaks into my room, simply seeking comfort.â After that, you take a sip out of your tea.Â
Anthony nodded, he could only think of how many times he had to help his Mother with Hycinth and Eloise, and sometimes Daphne. âSeems like our duty as older siblings.â He said with a soft smile, making you look at him. âHow are your siblings? Are they well-behaved, or perhaps chaotic?â You smiled when he sat up in his chair.Â
âThey are way different from yours, they are bipolar, and they switch moods mostly all the time.â He smiles, bringing his teacup up to his lips. âEspecially Hycinth and Gregory, those two are always at it.â He sighed into the cup before sipping his tea. âRichard and Thomas are sweet boys, they donât like causing trouble.â You laughed at the thought.Â
âMiss Clarke, I find it honorable what you are doing.â Anthony smiled softly at you, making you tilt your head. âOf what, My lord?â Your eyes glued right at his, trying to study his expression. When you get the idea of what he is saying, you place your teacup down. âMy Lord, It is simply our duty as older siblings.â You smile softly. âWe must provide our younger siblings with emotional and physical security.âÂ
His breath hitched as he looked at you. You had worded his thoughts perfectly like you knew what he was thinking. âMorning.â You both turn over to see Benedict stretching as Colin and Oliver come downstairs, and you simply smile at the three. âMorning gentlemen, I hope after all the fun you had yesterday night you rested well.â Benedict nodded happily, thanking you and sitting right next to you, popping a light biscuit in his mouth.Â
âDo not worry Sister, after I won a game of pool against Colin, we simply went to sleep.â Oliver ruffled your hair, and in return, you smiled at him. âYes, do not worry Miss Clarke, after your brother finally won a game against me, he quickly retreated to bed.â Colin corrected Oliver, making you giggle. Amid your conversation with the other three, Anthony kept looking at you quietly.Â
How was it that you clicked so easily with his siblings? You were at most a natural when it came to socializing with others, easily joining the conversation you were immediately included in. You did your duty as the Lady of the house quite easily, while you helped your brother with paperwork and money problems. You were about everything he was trying to be or be with.Â
âBreakfast is ready, My lord.â A maid called out, making him snap out of his thoughts. âShall we?â He smiled and walked inside, making the rest walk inside. As he walked into the main area, he could see the boys running toward you and your brother. âBrother, Sister! Good morning.â Richard jumped into Oliver's hands, while the boy ruffled his hair. Thomas on the other hand grabbed your hand and smiled, making you caress his cheek.Â
During breakfast, out of the corner of his eye. He could see you acting motherly towards them, making him intrigued, and have some questions.Â
Then again during tea time, you were sowing back up one of Richard's handkerchiefs, touching the fabric up. Richard read out loud with you, while you corrected him on some words.Â
His last thought was seeing you play with them, running in the green field in front of Aubrey Hall, right in front of his study, he stretched, needing a break, and as if Benedict heard his wishes, he came into his study. âBrother, do join us for pallmall.â His tilted smile was on full display.Â
Anthony walked downstairs to find his whole family waiting, huddling around the rack filled with different colored mallets. He saw you crouched down, holding your finger out towards Thomas and Hycinth whose eyes widened as you told them that the insect on your finger was a butterfly.Â
âSister, will you be joining us?â Oliver asked you, letting the butterfly fly away and making the children run after it. âIâm playing with Thomas and Hycinth! Perhaps another day!â You smiled lightly seeing a pout on your brother's face.Â
Anthony felt his hands sweat, just as you uttered those words, a gold ray of the sun landed on your skin. Making him utterly mesmerized by your image, then leaving him clenching his first tightly as you ran towards the children, making the wind an actor as it runs itself through your long hair.Â
It shined rightly under the sun, he couldâve mistaken you for a fairy. Benedict pushed him out of his thoughts and ushered him to play the game.
That night Anthony felt strange as he laid in his bed, absolutely devoured by the thought of you. What was going on with him? He was high with the sound of your sweet voice, your smile, and your kindness. He wanted to entangle his finger in your hair, he wanted you to caress his face.Â
He groaned, why was this happening to him? Just when he puts love off to the side, his heart starts to throb for someone. Was it wrong as well? You were his friend's younger sister. He huffs as he stands up once again, he shivers at the thought of you running your hands behind him, wrapping them around his waist. Was he mad? Was he insane? He shouldnât be thinking about you.Â
He walked towards his study until he saw a dim light in the library that was connected to his study. âWho is in here?â He spoke out and like his thoughts were heard about someone, you stood still there, like you were deer caught while hunting. âSorry, am I not supposed to be in here?â You went still, watching as Anthony walked in laughing a bit. âNo, Do not worry, you are allowed to be here.â He chuckled as he saw your grip loosed on your shawl.Â
âYou gave me quite the scare, My lord.â You laughed breathlessly before pushing the book back in its place. You looked at Anthony who kept looking at you, making you nervous. âYou have a beautiful library, it puts mine to shame.â You grabbed a book that you recognized easily, sliding it off the shelf.
"It was my late fathers, he took pride in his collection, we say Eloise got that habit from him.â He walked towards you, a good arm's length away, looking down at the book you were holding.Â
âPride and Prejudice?â He smiled, making you nod scanning the book cover. âA lovely love story, both of the characters overcoming pride and prejudice and surrendering to love each other.â You hum out, handing the book to him. âI rather think itâs quite aggravating.â Antony hummed out, looking up to see your reaction.Â
âOh, why do you find it âaggravatingâ?â You asked directly giving him your attention. âIt bothers me how much they deny each other, and how she canât see heâs being a gentleman.â He mutters placing the book back, falling a bit weak in his knees when your eyes examine him. You find it amusing, and to show it you it, you giggle. âWell, itâs romantic when a man is desperate for a woman's love.â You walked away towards the window.Â
Anthony watched as you walked away from him, he felt the cold brush his skin where your warmth was. âMs. Clarke, do you have a husband?â Anthony said, making you look at him surprised. âSorry, I overstep.â Anthony walked towards the door leading to his study, what was wrong with him?Â
âI donât have a husband.â You chuckled as you saw his shoulders ease, walking his way. âIt is rather hard to find one who understands my circumstance.â You expressed your displeasure, making him look at you directly. âIt feels like most men have one goal, and that is to expand their lineage. I, however, want to take of the family I already have.â You smiled softly as you stood there an arm's length away...
âAfter my parents passed, I felt a heavy burden to take care of my three brothers. Oliver might seem like the older one but Iâm older by three minutes.â You giggled before sighing heavily.Â
âIâve helped manage our household, managing our finances with Oliver, taught them many activities, helped with their studies, having to be there for the three of them.â You tear up just a little, never being able to dump your feelings. âIâd gladly be their support pillar, and to take care of them.â You smiled.Â
âI love my brothers dearly, such as you do for your siblings, but mine are still immature with no guide in their lifeâIâd rather raise them to be gentlemen and make other young girls happy than to find love, Iâve made peace with it and if someone understood that, Iâd gladly treasure them back.â You expressed truthfully.Â
Anthony felt like he had overstepped greatly but he couldnât help but feel for you. Making him look at you with understanding eyes. âHow did your parents die?â He asked, regretting how your expression turned into hurt from remembering unpleasant memories.Â
âUm, my Mother died during childbirth, having to be cut open to get Thomas out after Richard, she died bleeding while holding him. A week later my Father died of a broken heart, he couldnât live without my mother.â You blinked some tears away before wiping them away. You both stood there in silence until you spoke again. âHow did your father die?â You asked him.Â
You could see him close his eyes and exhale heavily âHe was stung by a bee.â He looked at you somewhat humbled. âTo see my Father who was a great man, be killed by a small creature is humbling.â He sarcastically said before feeling comfortable with you.Â
The air took a shift as he saw you studying him more deeply, then looking at him with a gaze that allured him towards you. It seemed like the only thing you two could do was convey feeling through your eyes. He leaned in closer, making you lean in as well.Â
âWhat if I understood you?â You turn over inhaling at how close he was. You looked up at his eyes they looked at you desperately, and you looked down nervously. You flush as you see his chest through his sheer nightshirt. âI fear that I understand you far too well.â You looked so small under him, so flushed, so captivating.Â
âWhat are you saying?â You looked up at him and god did he want to kiss your lips. He cursed himself for looking at you with those thoughts, and it didnât help when your collarbone was visible, nor the line where your breast started. Your doe eyes looking at him so confused, as your lips parted to speak again.Â
This time your mouth was left open as nothing came out of it, making him turn his head over lining your lips with his but not placing them on you. You felt confused, you wanted to set your lips on his but didnât and it was eating you up alive. Your breath hitched as you felt his hands pull yours forward, it felt like he was pulling your heart making it pound.Â
You felt right as he showed you the most vulnerable side of his you've seen, you allowed yourself to brush your lips against his slightly. Allowing him to feel the slight texture of your plum lips, making his breath hitch. You pulled away after gaining a reaction from him. âThis isnât right, Iââ You shook your head feeling a heavy feeling in your heart. âPlease..â Anthony felt his cold heart begging to be warmed up.Â
âI-I shall bid you good night.â You turned away, breath trembling as you pulled your shawl over you tightly. You were glancing at him one more time before leaving the room hastily, feeling the cool air on your flushed skin.Â
On your third day in Aubrey Hall, Violet was going to a ball. It was an annual ball apparently, and you were their honorable guests. You told your brothers that they were to stay put with Hycinth and Gregory since they were still too young to be out during balls.Â
Your ladymaid helped you slip on a royal blue dress made of silk that complemented your figure. The dress has beautiful detailing, little flowers that trail to the back of the dress, and a beautiful bow on the back that turns into a nice small train. With a nice halfway-up hairstyle and large curls flowing down, your mother's jewelry was the final touch.Â
You thank the ladymaid as she smiles and begins to clean up the space, you leave the room to walk towards your brothers. You knock on his assigned guest room, which was partly shared with your little brothers, just a wall separating them. Richard whipped the door open and smiled big âSister!â He engulfed you in a tight hug.Â
âRichie! What are you doing here?â You laugh as he drags you inside, making Thomas run towards you and hug you as well, âWe are helping Oliver get ready!â Thomas butted in before analyzing your dress. âSister you look beautiful!â Thomas and Richard spit out in unison, making Oliver glance over.Â
âI must say, Sister, the color rather suits you better than me,â Oliver muttered as he walked towards you, giving you his carvat indicating he was having trouble putting it on. âNonsense, it looks fine on you.â You easily put his cravat on, making him huff. âMy future sister better knows how to put these on or youâre going to be in lots of trouble.â You giggled as he gave you a look.Â
âAre we getting another sister soon?â Richard said excitedly, Thomas right behind him with joyful eyes. âIâve told you I donât want to get married this season.âOliver shrugged on his waistcoat that was matching your dress, butting it up.
âPlease I have a feeling youâll meet your future bride at this ball brother!â You say excitedly, making him pout and look at you. âWhat about our new brother? Are you going to get married soon?â Oliver asked.
You freeze, and the thought of you and Anthony yesterday night pops up in your mind. Making you flush red and shy, and this didnât go unnoticed by Oliver. âSister, have you made a match?â Oliver buttoned up the last of his buttons and rushed to your side. You clear your throat, looking away from the boys who cornered you. âI have not.â You walked away, and suddenly Thomas hugged your legs and Richard your waist, making you stop in your tracks.Â
Oliver picked you up making you squeal at the sudden movements, then plopped you down on a chair. âSister, do you like someone?â Thoma questioned you, making Oliver and Richard eye you. âWhy are you asking me that?!â You asked a bit flushed. âWe just you to be happy sister.â Richard expressed, making the other two boys nod. You looked at them sincerely, making them continue.
âWe want you to be with a husband that will take care of you, just like you took care of us.â Richard told you, âYou deserve a happy ending sister, youâve done so much.â Oliver held a hand towards you, making you stand up.Â
âBut if I do so, youâll be alone, I donât wish for that.â You start to tear up, making the three boys offer you their handkerchiefs, you laugh lightly, and they offer the handkerchiefs you made for them. âWe are big boys sister, either way, you wonât leave us forever right? Youâll visit us!â Thomas exclaimed making you breathe out.Â
âI donât think I can leave you all alone.â You told them, making them huff. Oliver finished up getting ready, and you ushered the boys into the nursery where the younger Bridgerton siblings sat. You meet Oliver at the top of the stairs, grabbing his arm as he guides you both to the bottom, where the elder Bridgerton siblings chat amongst themselves.Â
Anthony broke his chatter with Daphne who kept talking, looking at you with your astonishment as you walked down the stairs. You two were talking to Benedict and Eloise as they broke apart from their family to speak to you. âSister! Let me introduce you to our guest.â Anthony smiled as Daphne nodded along.Â
âMay I introduce you to Lord Clarke and his sister, Ms. Clarke.â Daphne smiled as she saw you crusty and your brother bow. âThis is our sister Daphne, Duchess of Hastings.â Making your eyes twinkle. âA pleasure to meet you two, my brother talked about you two, all nice things of course.â She smiled.Â
âYour Grace, it is an honor to meet you.â You give her a delighted smile, making her giggle. âPlease I have every intention of becoming friends with you, let us walk around?â Daphne offered her hand, making you smile at your brother, and walked away with her.Â
âYou talked about us?â Oliver looked at Anthony who kept his gaze on you, then broke away to look at him. âOf course, Iâm trying to find you a wife.â He told him, making him scoff. âYou and my sister are forcing me to find a wifeâit is like you two are meant to be with all this pushing.â Oliver walked into the ballroom.Â
As the ball began, you walked around talking to some ladies who gladly let you join them. You were quite the social butterfly, making you tired of talking sometimes. You excused yourself, wanting a beverage and looking for your brother. You watched as he flushed over the words of a young lady, making you smile.Â
âBrother, enjoy your night?â You butt in, making him look at you. âAh sister, yes! Let me introduce you two, Miss. Blackwood my sister.â Oliver smiled at the young brunette, not going unnoticed by you. âHello, a pleasure to meet you.â You smile, making the young girl flush. âLikewise, If you donât mind me asking, are you twins?â She hid her face behind her fan, making you giggle. âYes, we are a set of twins,â Oliver confirms.Â
âYou are most fortunate to have a sibling.â She said, talking about how she had no siblings at the moment. âAre you very fond of children, Miss Blackwood?â You question her and she nods. âI love children! Whenever Iâm in the country, I usually play with my cousin's kids.â She smiled.
âThen you might enjoy our other brother's presence!â You told her, making her confused. âAh you see, just like me and my sister are twins, we also have little twin brothers, their names are Richard and Thoma.â Oliverâs smile grew fond of the thought of them. âOh, Iâd love to meet them.â She giggled.Â
Anthony glanced at you every time he heard you laugh, wanting nothing but to walk over there and talk to you. Although this persistent mama denied him of doing so, his mother saw his inpatients. âAnthony! I need to talk to you!â She ushered him away, grabbing his arm in the process. âDearest why are you making that face?â Violet spoke.Â
âYou must seem content in front of these guests, and talking about guests why havenât you asked our guests to dance?â She scolded him before he could talk, making him frown. âMother I was about to ask Ms. Clarke to dance but I simply got caught up with some people.â He reassured her, making her nod.Â
âWhere is she?â Violet looked around, making him do so as well. Anthony excused himself with his mother, making his way toward Oliver who was still chatting with Ms. Blackwood. âOliver, have you seen your sister?âAnthony excused himself for interrupting their conversation. Oliver looked at him a bit confused but replied âShe is checking up on Thomas and Richard, I think.â Oliver told him.Â
Anthony nodded and walked away, leaving the ball unnoticed and quietly. He walked up the stairs making his way to the nursery. Just as he turned the hallway, you walked out. In your hands a tired Richard, who you struggling to carry, and a very sleepy Thomas. âThomas love, please stay awake so we can change you for bed.â You ruffle his hair and readjust Richard on your hip.Â
You gasp as you feel someone grab Richard from your arms, and it shocked you when it was The Viscount. âMy lord, you donât have to!â You say as if his action were too much. âDonât be silly, please let me help you.â Anthony smiled while crouching down to carry Thomas as well. You looked a bit worried, and he smiled reassuring you.Â
You both walk to their assigned guest room, and after some pushing and pulling you are finally able to tuck them in with the help of Anthony. You huff, backing up a little right beside Anthony, you looked over towards him and smiled. âThank you once again, My lord.â You smiled kindly.Â
Anthony looked at your adoring lips, making him want nothing but to put his lips on them. âAnthony.â He whispered, making you look up at him once again. âPardon?â You say, making him instantly repeat himself. âPlease, call me Anthony.â He said now facing you directly. âMs. Clarke, Iâll be honest with youâ
I have nothing but respect for you.â He said looking at you sincerely, making you straighten up. âYesterday night, I meant what I saidâI understand you very well.â He expressed, resulting in your breath hitching. âI understand your so felt burden of taking care of your sibling and to be frank, I honestly relate my problems so much to yours,â Anthony whispered lightly, not wanting to wake up the children.Â
You looked up at him in amazement, making him open his mouth but no words came out. Your heart was palpitating so hard, that you felt like a character who was about to be confessed to. Anthony straightened his posture, as he cleared his throat. âTo be honest, I fell deeply in love with your motherly intuition, I donât know how to explain it but my heart eases up when you take care of your sibling so easily,â Anthony confessed, making him flush red.
âI must say it made me love you differently now, andâ god itâs so unlike me, but I fell in love in just three nights.â He became once again flush in color.Â
You too were flushed with red, making you put a hand on your chest, feeling itâactually, it was beating so hard you swear you could hear it. âAnthony, I, well, I donât know how to feel.â You look at him, then away.
âWhen my brother accepted the invitation, I thought of them having the necessary time off, I did not come here for my benefit.â You told him. âThough I am happy, I ended up getting something.â As you utter the last syllables of your sentence, Anthony looks at you.Â
âW-What I meant, I feel the same way, Anthony, I do hope you can court me the right way, once I get back to Mayfair.â You smiled fondly as you grabbed his arm. Making him nod slowly âIt would be an honor to.â Anthony smiled, feeling somewhat relieved that his feelings were reciprocated.Â
As the two walk back down, arms linked, the whole Ton looks at the pair in bewilderment. However, Anthony didnât care, offering his hand to you and a gentle smile. âMay I have this dance, Ms. Clarke?â He smiled, making you giggled and accept his advance. âOf course, My lord.â Then the two of you dance the night away.
At the end of the night, you told your brother you retiring to bed, he nodded and you excused yourself. Your heels bore into your heel and you sighed at the sight of your guest room door. As you passed the library that held the memory of you and Anthony, you canât help but smile. Entering the room with your heels in hand, you wander the bookshelf, ah there it was, Pride and Prejudice.Â
You smile at the light conversation you made between Anthony about the book. You place the hardcover book back before walking out the door, only to find the man you had semi-confessed your love to at the end of the hall, this time he was retiring to bed.Â
You two smile as you connect once again, this time he walks you to your guest room. That night you had kissed him goodnight on his cheek, making him still as a statue, but quickly snapping out of it as he heard your brother making him wau towards you two.Â
The moment felt pure and delightful, you tucked yourself into bed and after tossing and turning, youâd admit, you were far too happy about what just had happened. Tonight felt like a fever dream, and it was something you nor Anthony never wanted to forget.Â
Anthony laid in bed as an uttered mess, as his nightshirt was visibly discarded as he laid shirtless. Simply too hot, and was practically melting because of the action you made on him. He would lay there, dragging his fingertips on his cheek. He knew in the morning you would be gone, already on your way home, and he would be mourning, trying to hold on to the memories of your lips.Â
God, he is so lovesick.Â
So lovesick, he simply started courting you the week you had just come back from Aubrey Hall, with of course the blessing of your three younger brothers.
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I have a fluff maybe to slight spicy request for Aemond Targaryen if you are interested!
Aemond finally becomes betrothed to princess!reader of a different house (can be any it donât matter) but has circulation problems so sheâs always cold and therefore fretted over making Aemond believe she is spoiled. But upon being proven wrong from maybe bonding over books or hell training, falls in love and carries her to bed when the cold gets to her and her bed is just full of blankets to cuddle in.
(Aemond deserves all the intimacy and cuddles)
Thank you for sending me this request anon and sorry for the delay! Ur right Aemond deserves all the cuddles (*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)ê€*.ïŸ
Synopsis: Princess y/n of House Martell arrives at the wintry Red Keep as Prince Aemondâs betrothed. As y/nâs warmth and intellect begin to break through Aemondâs icy exterior, he finds himself drawn to her. In return, Aemondâs protective embrace provides y/n the warmth she desperately needs.
Aemond x Martell!Reader
Prince Aemond Targaryenâs engagement to Princess y/n of House Martell was a union crafted to solidify political alliances. While their marriage was intended to serve as a strategic move, it was marred by the disparity in their circumstances. Princess y/n, renowned for her exotic beauty and noble grace, suffered from a rare condition that left her perpetually cold. This affliction required constant warmth, a need that Aemond initially perceived as a sign of pampering rather than genuine necessity.
From the moment y/n arrived at the red keep in the middle of a particularly harsh winter, the contrast between them was stark. The grand halls of the castle were adorned with tapestries of fearsome dragons and Targaryen banners, but y/nâs presence was marked by her constant need for warmth. She was swathed in layers of heavy furs, her every movement accompanied by a retinue of attendants. Aemond observed from a distance, noting her delicate appearance and the attentiveness of her servants. His initial impressions were marked by skepticism and a hint of disdain.
Their first meeting was formal, a carefully orchestrated affair. Aemond greeted her with his characteristic stoicism. âPrincess y/nâ he said, his tone courteous but distant, âI trust your journey was comfortable?â
Y/N offered a polite smile, though her eyes revealed a trace of weariness. âThank you, Prince Aemond. The journey was long, but I am well. Though I must admit, the cold here is harsher than I expected.â
Aemond raised an eyebrow, his gaze indifferent. âYou are accustomed to much warmer climates in dorne, Iâm sure. Adapting to this cold must be challenging.â
Y/nâs voice was steady as she replied, âIt is indeed a challenge, but I am here to fulfill my duty. I hope to contribute meaningfully despite the discomfort.â
Aemond's eyes remained cold as he regarded
Y/n. "Your sense of duty is admirable, though I can't help but wonder if youâll be a hindrance rather than a help."
Y/Nâs eyes flashed with sharpness, though her smile remained placid. She titled her head slightly before she spoke.
âI suppose we'll find out soon enough. Iâve faced challenges before. If I can endure the cold, Iâm certain I can manage other⊠inconveniences.â
Aemondâs lips curled slightly in a thin smile, more of a smirk than a genuine expression of amusement. âMmm. I wonder if your resolve will hold up as well when faced with the less glamorous aspects of life here.â
âLetâs hopeâ y/n replied smoothly. âItâs one thing to endure the elements, another to contend with a lack of charm.â
Aemondâs gaze sharpened slightly, but his tone remained even. âCharm is not a luxury I indulge in, Princess. I prefer matters of substance.â
Y/n had a smirk of her own now, her expression thoughtful. âSubstance is important, but so is the ability to navigate social graces. Otherwise, one might come off as... unlikable.â
Aemondâs expression did not shift. âAnd you, Princess, are known for your social prowess?â
âI am known for many things, my princeâ y/n said with a wry smile.
âIncluding the ability to keep my composure even when faced with frosty receptionâboth literal and figurative.â
Aemondâs eyes flickered with a hint of respect, though he quickly masked it with his usual stoicism. âWe shall see if your composure extends to the political intricacies of our alliance.â
âI have no doubt it willâ y/n replied confidently. âAfter all, if I can manage to stay warm and navigate through a wintry castle, I believe I can handle the complexities of court politics.â
Aemond regarded her with a piercing look, as if assessing whether her confidence was merely bravado or a genuine asset. âWe shall see, indeed.â
Days passed, and the cold of King's Landing seemed even more relentless. Aemond, finding solace in the library's quiet, often retreated there to escape the castle's demands. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient tomes, he entered the library to find an unexpected sight: Y/N, comfortably nestled near the hearth, a thick fur draped over her shoulders, engrossed in a book.
Aemond paused, his usual stoic demeanor faltering for a moment. He approached her with measured steps, his curiosity piqued. "Princess" he greeted, his tone more neutral than before.
Y/blooked up, a hint of surprise in her eyes before she smiled with a hint of apprehension. "Prince Aemond. I didn't expect to see you here."
"The library is a place of comfort for me" he admitted, his gaze drifting over the bookshelves. "I come here often to escape the... noise."
Y/n nodded, her fingers tracing the edges of the book she held. "I think itâs quite peaceful myself. I find the histories of your lineage particularly fascinating."
As Aemond sat across from her, he noticed the title of the book in her hands. "The Histories of Dorne and Aegon the conquerer" he remarked. "An interesting choice."
Y/nâs eyes sparkled with interest. "I was just reading about Aegonâs failed conquest of Dorne. It seems he underestimated the resilience of the Dornish people."
Aemondâs lips twitched into a faint smile. "Aegon was a formidable conqueror, but he came unprepared, the Dornish have always been adept at guerrilla warfare, using the knowledge of their land to their advantage."
Y/n leaned forward slightly, her interest genuine. "Do you think he could have succeeded if he had approached the conquest differently?"
Aemond considered her question, appreciating the depth of her curiosity. "Perhaps. He tried to discredit your ancestors with slanders and rumors when his dragons failed, of course that endeavor proved fruitless as well, if it were me I wouldâve hired mercenaries familiar with the terrain and the cultureâ
Y/n smiled wryly âWars are not won with bloodshed alone my prince If he had been more willing to negotiate and form alliances rather than relying solely on brute force, he might have had a better chance. The Dornish value our independence highly, we would not bow to mere threats."
Aemondâs gaze softened, clearly intrigued by her insight. âIt seems you have a keen grasp of the intricacies of the histories and strategy. I imagine you would have made a formidable advisor.â
Y/nâs cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, but she remained composed. âThank you, my prince. Iâve always believed that knowledge and perspective are key to navigating both conflict and peace.â
Aemondâs smile widened slightly, a rare gesture that hinted at genuine admiration. âI look forward to hearing more of your perspectives.â
Their debates on the histories of the realm continued, the conversation flowing easily between them. They discussed strategies, historical figures, and the nuances of Dornish culture versus the Targaryen way of conquest. Aemond found himself increasingly drawn to her intellect and passion, her perspectives challenging and enlightening.
As the evening wore on, Aemond realized with a start that he was enjoying her company. Y/nâs confident demeanor were a stark contrast to his initial impressions. He found himself admiring the way she held her own in their debate, unafraid to challenge his views.
As the days turned into weeks, the cold of King's Landing seemed to grow less oppressive for y/n and Aemond, though winterâs bite was still unmistakable. One crisp afternoon, the pair decided to take a stroll through the Kingswood, a vast expanse of trees and tranquility that lay on the outskirts of the city.
Wrapped in their furs, they walked side by side, their conversation flowing as seamlessly as the wind through the trees. They continued their discussion of history. Aemond found himself enthralled by y/nâs insights and the way she animatedly discussed the events of the past.
As they wandered further into the wood, engrossed in their discourse, they lost track of time. The sun dipped below the horizon, and the temperature dropped sharply. Y/nâs delicate frame began to show signs of discomfort, her shivering becoming more pronounced.
Aemondâs keen eyes noticed her struggle first. âPrincess, you appear distressedâ he said, his voice laced with concern. âWe should head back.â
Y/n tried to maintain her composure, but her attempts were faltering. âIâm quite coldâ she admitted, her voice trembling. She winced as she took another step, her limp becoming more noticeable. âPerhaps... we should indeed return.â
Aemondâs brow furrowed as he observed her growing discomfort. Without a second thought, he scooped her into his arms with surprising ease. Y/n gasped, both startled and flustered by the sudden, intimate contact. Her cheeks flushed, though it was not entirely from the cold.
Aemond, maintaining a careful hold, began to carry her back through the woods. His stride was steady and purposeful, though he could not ignore the feeling of Y/N nestled close against him. The warmth of her body against his own was both a contrast to the frigid air and a comfort he had not anticipated.
As they neared the castle, Y/Nâs embarrassment was palpable. She attempted to speak through her shivering. âM-my prince, you neednât carry me. I can manage!â
Aemondâs gaze softened as he looked down at her. âYou are in no condition to walk, Princess. Allow me to ensure you are safely returned to your chambers.â
Despite her initial resistance, Y/N found herself settling into his embrace, her coldness slowly melting away with each step Aemond took. The castleâs warmth greeted them as they entered, and Aemond carried her up the grand staircase, his movements deliberate and careful.
Upon reaching their chambers, Aemond gently set y/n down on the edge of the large, ornate bed. He took a moment to stoke the fire, ensuring the room was warm and inviting. Y/n watched him with a mixture of gratitude and bashfulness.
âThank youâ she said quietly as he helped her settle under the heavy, embroidered blankets. âI didnât expect...â
Aemond interrupted her softly, a rare tenderness in his voice. ïżœïżœïżœThere is no need to thank me. It is my duty as your future husband to ensure your well being.â
As the fire crackled and the warmth enveloped her, y/n began to relax. Aemond, though maintaining his usual stoicism, could not ignore the growing affection he felt. He seated himself beside her, his presence a comforting shield against the chill.
Y/n looked at him, her eyes reflecting both relief and a newfound closeness. âYouâve been very kind, Aemond. I appreciate it more than you know.â
Aemond nodded, his own emotions subtly shifting. âI am glad to see you more comfortable. It would be remiss of me to let you suffer.â
The fire's glow cast a warm halo around them, and the room was filled with a tender intimacy that seemed to wrap around them like the softest of blankets. Y/nâs eyes met Aemond's, and for a moment, the world outside their secluded chamber fell away. The air was thick with an unspoken yearning, a deep desire that neither could ignore.
Aemond's gaze softened as he took in the sight of her, his usual composure giving way to a rare display of vulnerability. The warmth from the hearth made her cheeks flush, her lips slightly parted in a way that made Aemond's heart ache with a longing he had not anticipated. He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch tender and lingering.
As he leaned in, their breaths mingled, warm and intertwined. The kiss that followed was not hurried but slow and filled with a profound tenderness. It was as if Aemond was trying to savor every moment, every sensation of her closeness. His lips moved gently against hers, exploring with a careful, reverent touch. The kiss was a quiet confession of his growing affection, a promise of warmth and devotion.
Y/n felt a delicious shiver of pleasure as he placed his warm hands under her dress and caressing her thighs, melting into his embrace, her cold body finally finding solace in the heat of his touch. Aemond's arms wrapped around her with a desperate kind of need, pulling her closer as if he could absorb her cold and make it his own. His warmth seemed to seep into her, chasing away the chill that had plagued her since her arrival.
With each press of his lips every soft touch under her clothes, Aemond conveyed a yearning that went beyond mere physical desire. It was a yearning for connection, for understanding, for something deeper than the political arrangement that had brought them together. His touch was both possessive and protective, He was a fire that would keep her brittle heart warm.
When they finally parted, their foreheads resting together, Aemondâs eye was filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes.
Y/nâs voice was low, almost a whisper. âYou bring warmth to more than just my body, Aemond. Youâre igniting something in me that I never knew I needed.â
Aemonds eye shone with a mix of relief and affection as he looked down at her. âI never thought Iâd find comfort like this.â
Aemondâs smile was soft, almost shy, as he brushed his thumb lightly over her cheek as she spoke.
âItâs strange, isnât it? How something so unexpected can bring such warmth to our lives.â
Y/n nuzzled her nose with his and wrapped her leg over Aemondâs waist, drawing herself closer to him. The closeness of their bodies created an even more intimate cocoon, reinforcing their shared warmth. The contact of her leg against his body was both grounding and tender, a subtle way of expressing her trust and affection.
Aemondâs hold tightened slightly, his eye closing in contentment as he savored the sensation of her closeness. His hand continued its soothing caress, and he rested his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in a warm, gentle rhythm. âYou are my only warmthâ he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Y/nâs eyes met his with a tender, knowing look. âAnd you are mine.â she replied softly, her lips brushing against his in a final, lingering kiss. They were each others warmth and comfort.
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lobos, we cannot stop hunting
summary: the full moon comes and you insist on staying with your best friend despite his valiant warnings to make you run away from him... pairing: werewolf!chan x reader genre: smut, fantasy, best friends to lovers warnings: *takes a deep breath* heat suppressants, hugging, werewolf transformation, kissing, making out, hair-pulling, eating out, begging, fingering, overstimulation, consent is established multiple times, slightly mean dom!chan but overall a sweetheart, praise+degradation, size kink (duh), unprotected sex on the floor, knotting, breeding kink, mating *exhales* author's note: happy halloween, baby stays!!! đș make sure to get some yummy treats and always remember to say the magic words please and thank you đ but ESPECIALLY please as the king of the wolves taught us đđ word count: 1.8k
"It's a full moon tonight," your werewolf best friend Chan says.
"So?" you murmur, not even bothering to look up from your phone. Those F1 reels that keep popping up on your feed are so interesting! "You've got your pills and stuff? You'll be fine, same as always."
"I ran out, actually," Chan scratches the back of his head nervously.
You put down your phone. Sorry, sexy F1 guys, you can wait.
"Can't you get more?" you ask him.
"No, my doctor is out of town. It's his anniversary with his wife and his phone is turned off."
"Goddamnit, Chan, and you tell me that now?" you are immediately worried about your best friend.
Before he started these pills, Chan told you that the full moon was like really bad on him. As in, he was completely out of control and had these...urges that he had to take care of by himself. Basically, he was in a lot of pain. He's been using these pills for the last two years and they've been working miraculously. Chan was pretty much like a human during the usually dangerous for werewolves full moon. Thankfully, his doctor has been very helpful in giving him plenty of these amazing pills.
"I'm sorry...I thought I had one left but I must have miscalculated."
"Chan, I keep telling you to write these stuff down in advance," you shake your head. "What are you going to do tonight?"
"Suffer through it, I guess. I was just giving you a heads-up so you can get out of here...like right about now."
"What? No way I'm leaving you alone!" you argue passionately. "What if you die?"
"Uh, I'm pretty sure I won't. But you don't get it, without my pills, I could unwittingly put you in danger. My best chance to make sure I'm not a menace to civilized society is to lock the door and tie myself up or something."
"That sounds horrible!" you cry out, feeling intense sympathy for your best friend. "I don't want to leave you alone."
"You have to!" Chan insists. "I would hate myself if I hurt you."
"You won't!" you keep trying to persuade him. "I trust you more than anyone else in the universe."
Chan shakes his head, still hesitant.
"Please, you should leave before the moon comes up."
Little does he know it has already begun to rise...
"No, I'm not leaving you," you keep saying and wrap your arms around him.
Chan desperately tries to push you away. But it is too late.
As the moon's power grows, so does his. The only thing that prevents you from continuing to embrace him is his oncoming transformation. Your arms fall weakly to your side as you witness the impossible. His generally tender, adorable features quickly turn into sharp, wolflike and kind of intimidating ones, if you have to be honest. But this is your best friend, your Chan, you keep reminding yourself. And all the fear disappears from your body. As you kneel down next to him, you run your hand through his soft fur, trying to pet him.
He initially snarls and tries to scare you off but the more you insist, the more he relaxes under your gentle touch. God, you can't believe he was afraid he'd harm you. He's just...a big puppy.
You can't resist the temptation and you hug him again. He's so fluffy you're gonna die! And then, the unimaginable happens. He fucking purrs! Oh dear, if you had already been having a hard time trying to hide your feelings for your best friend, then seeing him like this would surely be your demise.
Then, unexpectedly, he shifts back to his human form, taking you by surprise. One, because that was faster than you'd expected. Two, because he's entirely naked, but doesn't seem perturbed by it. You try your best to look him in the eyes because uh...you're still not sure where this is going.
"Please, go, I don't think I can control myself any longer," Chan begs.
"Control what?" you're so confused. "I already witnessed you in your wolf form, you seem pretty chill."
"It's not my wolf form you should be scared of," Chan warns darkly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you don't get out of my sight in the next ten seconds, I'll fuck you until you pass out. And maybe even after that."
Oh? Wait...OH!!!
"Was that supposed to be a threat or a promise?" you quirk your eyebrows at him.
"Hold on, don't tell me you're actually excited by the prospect?" Chan wants to make sure.
"I mean...don't threaten me with a good time," you shrug calmly.
Chan kneels next to you, grabbing your hands tightly.
"I'm serious right now, don't play with me."
"What makes you think I'm not serious? I trust you, I want you, I lo- Uh, I like you a lot, whatever you do, that won't change," you mentally curse yourself for almost saying the big L-word. You hope he didn't catch that.
Judging from Chan's expression, he seems pretty satisfied with your statement.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you," he whispers and kisses you harshly, biting your lips and making a mess.
Your mouths are linked by an unending streak of saliva, but honestly you couldn't care less as he claims you, pushing his tongue deeper down your throat, gripping your hair with his fingers for better access. You are already melting. You spoke too soon. You are definitely not ready for this. But you wouldn't be able to make him stop, even if you wanted to.
"Last chance," Chan breaks the kiss to give you the opportunity to back out. To get out of here while you still can.
"Do your worst," you challenge him recklessly and he kisses you again, even harder than before if that is possible.
You know that your best friend, despite his shy and cute demeanour, is physically stronger and bigger than you, but seeing him like this, completely losing control is such a thrill you make sure to commit the picture to memory as vividly as you can.
Chan takes off your clothes in a hurry and just like a hungry wolf, attacks your pussy. And starts devouring it as if it's his last meal on Earth. He doesn't even make the effort to get to the couch, which is so close. He just takes you right there, on the floor. You shake uncontrollably, but he grips your thighs to stop you from moving.
"Please, please, please," you keep repeating even though you have no idea what you're asking for. For him to keep going? For him to stop? You don't know anymore.
"I like it when you beg," Chan smirks against your folds and dives back in, swimming in your water.
It doesn't take you long to burst, completely letting go for him.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he praises you, not giving you time to recover and tracing circles around your entrance with his big fingers.
"No, you," you whisper weakly, trying to make him slow down by pushing his hand away. Needless to say, your efforts are in vain. "I'm s-sensitive."
Chan laughs cruelly.
"You can take it," his words are meant to be reassuring but they're not, as he sticks his finger inside of you.
It's just one but it's already so thick you are beginning to lose your mind.
"C-chan, p-please," you cry for him.
"What is it, sweetheart? You want another?" he mocks your lack of coherence and adds a second finger without waiting for your approval.
"N-no, I c-can't," you shake your head desperately.
"Yes, you can," Chan seems fully convinced, adding a third finger. "You're so tiny, gotta stretch you up real good to be able to take my cock next. Don't you want that, babygirl?"
"Yes, I want it," you are quick to agree and do your best to relax for his big fingers.
"Gonna let me take this sweet pussy with my wolf cock? Claim you as mine? Give you my pups?" he asks gently, his unrestrained actions in complete contrast with his sweet words.
"Yes, yes! Gonna let you breed me like the stupid bitch I am," you answer, degrading yourself in the process.
"That's what I like to hear, darling," Chan praises you and makes you come again on his fingers.
You are almost about to pass out. But somehow you manage to hold on for the next part. You want to feel it. Every second of it.
"Are you sure?" he asks once again, melting your heart.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reaffirm your belief in him.
Chan doesn't wait for a second offer and slides his cock inside of you. Fucking hell, if you thought his fingers were pretty huge, his manhood is on a whole different level. You try to adjust to his monstrous size and focus on his beautiful eyes instead. He's still your Chan, your sweet-
"Fuck, your pussy's so small, gonna rip you in half," Chan grunts loudly.
Okay, not so sweet after all.
"Please, don't. Or do, it's fine by me," you attempt to make a joke.
He laughs and kisses you again, going in deeper. You wrap your hands around his neck in a tremendous effort to ground you, help you remain conscious through it all.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Chan keeps talking meanly. "Want me to ruin that tiny pussy of yours?"
"Yes, yes, I want it all," you repeat mindlessly, not caring about the consequences anymore.
Then, as if by some miracle, you feel his cock growing even more while inside of you. Is that even possible? You thought it was just a myth.
Luckily, you're wetter than ever and your pussy easily swallows his knot.
"Gonna fuck you full of my cum, make you my mate, is that okay?" Chan wants to be sure.
"It's okay, Chan, I'll be your mate," you promise, not even sure what that means. But whatever it is, you're fine with it, as long as it's with Chan...
Then, he releases his wolf seed inside of your pussy, making you feel so full, so warm, so complete.
"Take it, baby, I know you can," he reassures you and you do your best to accept his overflowing victory.
It is a total mystery how you still haven't passed out. But you're grateful for it. You'd like to treasure this moment forever.
"I don't think I'll be able to let go of you anytime soon," Chan chuckles softly, still inside of you.
"That's alright, I think I can get used to this," you respond happily, kissing him again.
"Great. 'Cause I don't plan to ever stop hunting you, my sweet little prey," Chan vows.
"I am but a willing victim to whatever it is the full moon did to you," you smile contentedly.
"And if it's not just the full moon?" Chan asks, biting your earlobe playfully with his sharp teeth. "What if I want to have my way with you every night?"
"Who needs sleep anyways?"
The End
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Tommyâs dad dies on a Monday.
He checks his emails on a Wednesday. Thereâs an email from his aunt. Itâs only a few sentences. She was always very succinct and to the point.
His dad is dead.
It was a heart attack.
Bastard didnât even suffer.Â
He stares at his laptop screen until the words start to blur together. For an hour, he just sits there, looking at his computer but not really seeing anything at all. His coffee is long since cold. He never even took a sip.Â
His mind feels empty, like thereâs this fog thatâs settled inside, clouding over his thoughts. Heâs stuck. His brain doesnât know how to process this, and neither does his body.
So he stays frozen. Just staring.
He doesnât notice the time until he feels large arms wrap around him from behind.
âTommy?â Evan asks. It doesnât sound like the first time heâs spoken.
âIââ The words are stuck in his throat.Â
Tommy turns around from his chair, blinking a few times, until he manages to say, âMy dad died.â
âAre you okay?â
Thatâs all it takes for Tommy to break.
He opens his mouth, closes. Shakes his head.Â
And he justâ
Cries.
Full body-wracking sobs overcome his body as he slumps into Evanâs open arms. He shakes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he burrows his face into his boyfriendâs neck. Heâs getting snot and tears all over Evanâs shirt but his boyfriend doesnât complain, just squeezes him tighter as he continues to be overwhelmed by his emotions.
He doesnât even know why heâs crying. He just canât seem to stop.Â
He cries and trembles in Evanâs arms until heâs run out of tears left to shed. Evan murmurs sweet nothings into his ear, holding him tight and never letting go.Â
âIâve got you. I'm here,â Evan whispers in his ear.Â
He feels like heâs run a marathon by the time heâs calmed down enough to pull back from Evan. His hands shake as he wipes the tears from his eyes, Evanâs own warm hands coming to hold his.Â
âI donâtâ I donât even know why Iâm cryâcrying,â Tommy hiccups. Heâs sure he must look a mess, red-faced and covered in tears.
Evan gives me a soft look, a small comforting smile on his face as he presses a kiss to Tommyâs forehead.
âYou lost your dad. Youâre allowed to cry,â Evan says kindly.
Tommy just shakes his head. âBut he wasnâtâ he wasnât good.â He has an awful, vile human who never gave two shits about him. Only cared about him being a man, enlisting, stepping up. He doesn't understand why his chest still aches like his loss matters. It doesn't. It doesn't.
Evan wraps his arms around Tommy. Heâs practically sitting on him, but Tommy doesnât mind. Not when itâs Evan.
âHeâ He was a big part of your life, Tommy,â Evan says, running his fingers through Tommyâs hair. âAnd now heâs not. Youâre allowed to be upset.â
Tommy just nods, collapsing back into Evan, who rubs gentle circles on his back in comfort, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He lets his boyfriend soothe his pain with his touch. He wishes it didn't hurt in the first place. Still doesn't understand why it does. He hated that piece of shit.
He's glad he's dead.
He hiccups as another tear makes it's way down his cheek. Evan squeezes tighter.
âIs there a funeral?â Evan asks softly.
Tommy almost laughs. âThereâs no one who cares enough to give him one. He doesnât even deserve one.â
âBut you do,â Evan says sincerely.
That gets Tommy to look up, eyebrows raised in question.
âYou deserve to have the closure,â Evan continues. âItâs a lot better than trying to pretend youâre alright when you're not. Trust me.â
âYou lost someone?â Tommy asks. Evanâs never talked about it, but maybeâ
âNo, no. I just know what it feels like toâ to bottle your emotions up when it comes to the people who are supposed to love you.â
âIâll speak to my aunt about a funeral,â Tommy says. Evan gives him a soft smile and a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling him close again, Tommy wasting no time to burrow into the corner of Buckâs neck, soaking up the comfort of his boyfriend.
âI love you,â he murmurs into his shoulder.
âI love you,â Evan repeats back.Â
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A/N: Okay I have been playing Genshin for quite some time now, and I'm sure my eyes are hurting like a bitch, but this is a quick idea( and also a short story of a series I'm writing) since I have been reading SAGAU and Creator!Reader works a lot!
Everyone thought, just like Creator!Reader did who played Genshin for hours and built the characters, that Mondstadt would be home. With the jolly people and freedom coursing through the air, and with Venti being the Spirit of Freedom, everyone would listen at least. You were just as terrrified yet also happy and confused as anyone could be, surely they wouldn't execute you, right?
Wrong, so painfully wrong.
Instead Creator!Reader was hunted down blindlessly, who only entered the city with a big smile but left it as soon as possible with a horrified look.
But instead... Razor and Bennett found the Creator!Reader, shivering in the cold with- Was that golden blood?
Razor, since he was raised by wolves, didn't have an exact understanding of the Creator but he listened to his family talk about Them, how they thanked Them with their howls for the food and family and shelter given to them and how they praised the Golden Blood of yours to keep flowing through your very being so that one day, you would come back to Teyvat.
Therefore he knew who you were but Bennett?
Poor boy grew up with the stories of yours! How you created new worlds where there were many different creatures, magic and every kind of ores... Or how you gifted them with many new weaponary and such, how you gave them life and what they have built so far.
How you let them live in peace through their Archon.
So, to see your body covered in Gold blood with a terrified look, their first reaction was to jump up and warm you immediately, patching up any wounds so that their Creator didn't suffer anymore.
But whatever the people must have done to you, had messed you up pretty bad because you, The Creator of All, whimpered in fear and pain, still shaking with your hands up defensively.
"P-Please don't hurt m-me... I swear I didn't mean t-to..."
So, that was how you were coddled up by these two babies while they wondered with rage coursing through them that who did this to you. They weren't stupid, since they were close to their City, they knew it was them and couldn't help but feel shame for their actions. Everyone had been expecting your arrival for quite some time, preparing feasts and what they would say to you in person and then they just...
Blinded by fake religion and ideas, tried to kill you.
How funny Teyvat was more like Earth than you ever imagined?
And they didn't even want to know what would have happened to Teyvat, how angry the Winds and the ground would be at the people for killing the Divine One.
You were still aprehensive as normal, not used to the kindness they were showing you but watching as Razor bring you a very pretty shaped stone with a happy grin and offered it as a token of friendship, you couldn't bring yourself to break his heart as one of the many wolves in his family laid around you protectively.
You asked why he was doing this, when he had no understanding of who you were, when his people were hunting you, but the only answer you got was a confused tilt of his head and a soft spoken,
"You are my lupical and I want you to be happy... They are not my people, they were wrong."
Now Bennett didn't know if he should correct Razor since he was actually talking to their Creator, warn him about not to refer to you so casually, but the big and wide smile on your face as you hugged them thightly to yourself with tears in your eyes which held the stars warmed them both so affectionately and lovingly that they knew you needed this.
You needed to have friends, not worshippers.
And as they, alongside with the Traveller, Klee, Albedo( who was glad he was pulled here by Klee and help you) and Amber who was convinced of who you were by the wounds you had and how you literally breathed life into one of the many burned and ruined forest and was horrified at learning what the Mondstadt did, healed you back and helped you hide, that was when you realized that you did a good job by loving those four and building them up as much as possible.
But those traits weren't the only ones who convinced them. It was how you saw Amber's ambition and praised her for having such a strong dedication to her job to which she bashfully thanked you and cried softly because how kind and generous you were to them even when your life was in danger.
And you didn't forget to tell Lumine to let others deal with commissions and errands, to give herself a rest, with a huge amount of Mora you really didn't know where you got from but was just inside your pouch ( since I chose her and believe the Twins need to hear this) and also about what was going on with her brother and promised to explain more in depth after you were safe to which she held your hand in her warm and calloused ones softly and answered with don't worry about us, Your Grace. Just focus on your life and that's all the gift that you can give to me.
But as much as they loved to have you here and listen to your world and jokes, they also knew you couldn't stay here for much longer. Yes, the forest was big ( and the nature seemed to be hellbent on protecting you) but they knew the Knights wouldn't stop until they got you.
What a surprise that the Crux came to the City, with a frantic Kazuha searching everywhere in the dock for what the Wind whispered to him.
"Our Creator needs help. Help them. Save them."
And that was how you started to wander the streets of Liyue with Kazuha next to you, also hellbent on protecting you especially after seeing the state you were in. The City was literally glowing, and no it wasn't because of the lanterns but you, The Divine Creator who stepped in the City which was raised and built in your name.
He knew there was a famous pharmacy named Bubu Pharmacy and the owner of it was able to heal pretty much every kind of this disease, so he took you there in hopes that the fever you had been suffering from could be solved there.
And it was.
Baizhu, as the usual self-sacrificing man he was, did everything in his power to help you. You knew how his hands were already full with both his own disease and Qiqi who quickly grew on you since she has been playing with you and telling you all about what she learnt about the herbs and the City( she couldn't explain why but she just felt so close to you, as if you were like a parent to her which her caretaker also shared kind of the same love for you) and you were grateful for what they had done to you, how kind they were.
They had shown you the kindness you expected to have when you first arrived, and it wasn't given by other.
Not the most known ones, but the kindest of them all did.
So, as a token, you touched the hand of Baizhu softly one day while he worked to pack you herbs and medicine you might need, stopping him and asking him why he was doing this when he casually( though his heart was beating hard at having you touch hım so softly) replied with a I'm a doctor and you needed help.
You looked at him for some time, then a smile so bright that it made the doctor take a while to stare at you softly overtook your face and you replied You're so strong for carrying such a burden like your disease but still help people, Baizhu.
That was when his suspicions about who you were was proven, since he never told about his disease to anyone (after realizing the golden wounds and how he seemed healthier in your presence) and he immediately went to kneel but was stopped by your gentle hands on his face, rubbing soft circles under his tired yet wide open in shock eyes, his heart almost giving out when your lips touched his forehead softly and blessed hım with your warmth.
Never bow to me, thank you for all you had done for me... Now, let me pay back.
After healing him back and yet once again running away from Liyue so that you weren't hunted down, making the Crux the enemy to Liyue since they were helping you (not that they cared, they loved being pampered by the True God with love, luck and food), a certain sea monster and the eartqueaks of Liyue almost destroyed the whole City for their disrespect so much so that Zhongli had to come back as Rex Lapis and he wasn't even able to stop it until the Wind carried your soft words to Liyue and Osial and made them stop.
Don't punish and destroy them, they don't deserve it...
-- A similar situation happened back in Mondstadt when Dvalin caused chaos after learning what they had done to Divine Creator, roasting the shit out of Venti for his mistake but also was stopped by your gentle caress even from Miles away, to stop hım from harming them. He gave them their lesson anyways, he only needed to find you to protect you as he left the people of Mondstadt in Terror and fear for what they had done.
The "they" in question was obviously the Crux, Baizhu, Qiqi, Xiangling and Shenhe who showed their love and care for you, who was logical enough to listen to you and see the truth for themselves. Xiangling who made you many delicious food you never ate before, Shenhe who was comforted by you about how she wasn't a cursed child and was loved dearly by everyone and most importantly you as she cried into your chest, who believed in her purpose to fit in with humans even with her tendencies, which you found to be a beautiful part of her...( not me reflecting my Shenhe love here ehe ïœĄâ ââ âżâ ââ ïœĄ)
Asking "why are you doing this?" had become some kind of a test, like those in fairytales in your world, to see who was kind and sincere and who wasn't.
And you used it in many nations: Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine...
Inazuma was, of course, the WORST so far since Ei was obsessed with Eternity and the Creator, not even listening at all. But even if she didn't, the Kamisato siblings, Kokomi, Gorou, and Thoma believed in you from the very beginning, with many others soon following after them.
Ayaka and Kokomi were the first ones, with Ayaka seeing the sadness in your eyes at how restricted you were, how no one seemed to believe in you and how Inazuma seemed calmer and more happy as soon as you arrived( and how you reassured her to be herself and not live according to what people would say which made her love you and convince her brother to listen, who was glad she did if not... Well, he didn't want to imagine it.) and Kokomi hearing the whispers of the ocean who was the happiest, who cheered for you and didn't stop chanting your name, which lead her to see it for herself and welcome you to Watatsumi Island as the God she worshipped. Who was also praised by you for her smartness and how she worked hard for the Island even if her career plan wasn't this, but was warned to not to overwork which she blushed at and assured Creator!Reader.
Not surprisingly enough, Sumeru was the kindest to you since Nahida knew who you were even before coming to her nation and greeted you herself excitedly, showing you around as her people( Yes, even Tighnari and Al-Haitham who was known to be stern) smiled and offered you a new home.
Fontaine was probably the happiest you had been, after Sumeru, to stay. Furina, as much as she didn't believe in herself, saw right through you and knew who you were, providing you with utmost care and protection ever alonsgide Neuvillette who always hang around you, protected you and even became your friend! Maybe it was the dragon instincts in him, once the closest to you like Zhongli but also one who wasn't blinded like him, as he stayed with you when your fears and nightmares became too much to bear.
Who knew, maybe something more would happen?
And after all the nations realized their mistake, after you defeated Celestia and came to a peace with It, and restored Khaenri'ah who always believed in you from the beginning even years ago, they feared the punishment waiting for them. They didn't want to accept their mistake, blame Celestia for all of it... But they also knew they were blinded by hard and unlogical belief and almost did the most unforgivable sin ever.
They were ready for any punishment from you, even if it included never seeing you again...
But the only answer to their question was a letter written by you, which made them shiver.
The only reason none of the nations who wronged me are not punished severely was because of the names listed below. Shall any harm come to them, your nation would see the true wrath of the Creator.
Thank you to Razor, Bennet, Amber, Klee, Albedo and dear Traveller from Mondstadt.
Thank you to Baizhu, Qiqi, Xiangling, Shenhe, the Crux, Beidou and Kazuha from Liyue
Thank you to Kamisato Ayato and Kamisato Ayaka, Thoma, Gorou, Kokomi from Inazuma.
Thank you to Sumeru, Khaenri'ah, Fontaine and Natlan people for their never ending kindness and belief.
Eternal gratitude and blessings from the Creator, who you helped to gain confidence and power...
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fluff, apologising and making up after a 'fight' kind of drabble bc i miss suna <3
suna rintarou shows up to your university on the third day of the silent treatment.
the sight is a surprise, to say the least. your pro-volleyball player boyfriend standing outside your facultyâs building with his hands in his pockets, blending in with baggy jeans, a hoodie, and a cap. he looks the part of a university student, but you could never be fooled, not when he's 6'3 with an equally admirable stature from exercising.
amongst the crowd of outflowing students, the dark-haired spots you, olive eyes widening upon seeing you. he pushes himself onto two feet before walking over to where you stay rooted, dodging the students who just came out of the same lecture.
âhi,â suna greets, stopping just a few feet away from you. the sight of his lopsided smile is enough to get your heart racing again. you've missed him so much.
regardless, you cross your arms to keep up an angry front, not wanting to give in to his charms just yet no matter how good he may he at using them.Â
âwhat are you doing here?â you ask bluntly, betraying the butterflies in your stomach.
his expression doesnât falter at your iciness. ânot happy to see me?â
you are happy to see him, very much so, especially when he has taken the initiative of literally showing up at your campus and waiting for your classes to be over to see you. he must be tired from practice as well and you know too well that mondays were never kind to him.Â
so the fact that suna came all this way for you makes you feel a little special.Â
heâs even wearing some of that cologne that you really like and unless itâs for special occasions, you know that your boyfriend is never bothered enough to wear any fragrance. he is so sly that you could kiss him.
ânot particularly, suna.â you say in response, lying through your teeth.
suna clutches his chest like heâs been shot, making a gasp of offence at your statement. âbabe, after i came all the way to campus? i thought iâd never want to come back here but i made some exceptions for the love of my life and this is what i get in return?âÂ
âsuck it up, i guess.â
â-and who on earth is suna? never heard of him. canât believe youâve already forgotten my name after three days, iâm losing sight of reality, babe hold me, i might faint.â
âwhatever,â you chuckle a little at his antics, eyes softening with a certain fondness that suna doesnât miss. his lips twitch upwards at the sight of it.
this is his chance to win you back. he throws his line in in hopes of catching you hook and sinker.Â
âletâs go to dinner tonight,â he offers, recovering from his previously downed position, voice contrastingly soft and gentle to smoothen his proposal.Â
âwhat, so you can stand me up again?â you quip, instantly slicing the atmosphere to turn tense as the line snaps in half.
sunaâs grin falls, morphing into a guilty frown. âcâmon pretty, thatâs mean. you know how sorry i am, i didnât mean to forget about our plans.â
you huff, letting your arms fall back to your sides. âi know, i know, but you standing me up just stung. it was frustrating because i made time for us that i could have used to study with instead,â you confess. âyou know how stressed iâve been with finals.â
the athlete stuffs his hands into his pockets awkwardly. âbut iâm trying to make up for it.âÂ
âi know and i appreciate it, but nowâs not a good time. iâm sorry but i canât go to dinner tonight or any time soon, i have a bunch of practice tests to do that i canât keep putting off.â
âthen can i come over?â asks suna, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
âand watch me study? do you really want that?â
âi just want to be with you, i can order us takeout or something- on me.â
âguess iâm just irresistible, huh?â
âduh, do you know how much i suffered during the weekend? missed you so much, practically died from boredom.â
âoh so iâm just another person for you to bother? is that how it is?â you ask, unable to contain your smile.Â
the dark-haired scoffs. âcâmon babes, you know youâre better than that. youâre the only person i can bother.â
âoh fuck off,â you whack his shoulder teasingly. âalso for your information, youâre not coming between me and my education.â
âambitious people are a turn-on,â he mutters with a shrug before pulling you in to kiss your cheek.
âew get off me, freak,â you joke whilst shoving him, not rough enough to actually create distance but suna still stands his ground from the force. his hand goes to hold your other cheek as he smothers you with over-exaggerated affection.Â
you laugh in his hold, holding on to his wrists for balance. âsuna!â you yelp when he pushes too much weight onto you, causing the two of you to stumble sideways. âactually get off me.â
âcanât. wonât. donât want to. this is what you get for not responding to me all weekend- what does a man need to do to get a text back from the love of his life?âÂ
âeasy. be a man.â you step out of his grasp with a satisfied smirk, beginning to walk away from your boyfriend who stares at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. inevitably, suna runs up to you.
and as he encases you with his arms in the middle of the empty gardens of your university faculty, you know that the two of you will be okay. even if suna is the bane of your existence, there is no one else for you like him.Â
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Draw stars around my scars, part 1 - Remus Lupin x Female Reader
Read part 2 here!
Synopsis: Many weeks had passed since the most recent full moon, yet James and Sirius still will not let you see Remus. What could they be hiding?
Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of blood and injuries
Itâs Sunday, four days since the full moon. Sirius and James were still adamant that you could not visit Remus, claiming various things such as, âThey gave him the wrong medicine and now his headâs twice its usual sizeâ or that âIf you step even one foot into the hospital wing, youâll catch the most recent strand of wizardsâ flu â and that stuff is deadly!â
At first, you were sure that they had Remusâ best interests at heart when they were spouting this nonsense at you, but in all honesty, you were beginning to doubt it. You had always visited him after previous full moons â hell, you had even helped carry him to the hospital wing after some particularly bad nights, so why could you not see him now?
This line of thought is how you found yourself padding along the hallways under the thick cover of night, moonlight pouring through the vast windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, where chandeliers hung down. Paintings lined the walls too, and you could hear murmurs of their complaints behind you as you carried on walking, your wand serving to illuminate your path.
You rounded the final corner to the hospital wing, tentatively approaching the entrance as a shiver ran its way up your spine â you were beginning to wish you had worn a little more than just your pyjamas and cloak, a pair of shoes probably would have made the journey less chilling, but you left in such a rush to see Remus that you had not even considered that.
Lifting your wand up, you held it steadily in front of the lock and whispered, âAlohomora.â
After hearing the tell-tale clink of the door unlocking, you stepped forwards, wrapping your hand around the doorknob, but your thoughts stopped you for a moment. Normally, breaking into the infirmary would be something you frowned down upon and if Madame Pomfrey caught you, or if anyone caught you for that matter, there would undoubtedly be consequences, even if you were just trying to check that Remus was okay. You weighed out the pros and cons, fingers still gripping the handle, before making your decision. You missed Remus and seeing him was worth any punishment you could be given. And so, you twisted your wrist, wincing as the doorknob whined.
Following a slight struggle, you resorted to shoving the door open with the brute force of your shoulder, which you found made the entire ordeal a lot easier, but also a whole lot louder. You finally stumbled into the infirmary, the scraping sound ceasing as the door slowly clicked back shut behind you.
Your eyes flitted around, taking in the numerous empty beds and lit sconces that brightened the room, the shadows of the flames flickering and dancing across the walls. As you wove between the rows of beds you noticed that none of the students were first years, let alone suffering from the black plague, like Sirius had told you â though it was not as if you would believe him, he was an absolutely terrible liar.
Once you had finally reached the far end of the hospital wing, you located Remusâ bed, which was not a massive feat. The curtains were drawn around it, obscuring your view so that all you could see was his silhouette, curled into itself as he laid there.
You assumed that he was sleeping and turned to leave him alone to rest, but before you snuck back out again, you heard his sheets rustling and a particularly pained groan slipped out from his throat.
Concerned, you shuffled back towards the curtains, reaching forward and carefully pulling them back, trying to create as little noise as possible.
As you revealed him, even under the dim lighting, you took notice of the many bandages wrapped around his head; more than were usually there and you frowned, it must have been another bad full moon, the first one in a while.
âRemus?â you questioned, eyebrows knitting together in slight worry when he did not respond. âRemus, are you alright?â
âNo.â
You wanted to kick yourself for that one â he had just been locked away in the Shrieking Shack to deal with a full moon alone, what sort of answer were you expecting?
âWell,â you replied cautiously, picking up the copy of The Daily Prophet that laid atop his bedside table and unfolding the pages to reveal todayâs headline, âHow would you feel if I read you the paper? It says thereâs more information on the national goblin strikes â I remember you mentioned being interested in that, Rem.â
âAlready read that one,â he grumbled, rolling over so that his back was facing you.
âOkay, how about,â you offered, wandering around to the foot of his bed, taking a seat on it, springs squeaking as you got comfortable, âonce you get better and the strikes stop, we can go down to Gringotts, get some money out, and then we can buy some new books together.â
In response to this, Remus said nothing, but instead buried his head further into his pillow, hardly even acknowledging you.
âRemus please, just speak to me alright? Iâm here for you,â you pleaded him, your eyes lighting up slightly as he began to sit up, looking at you for the first time since you had arrived. This close, you could really see how torn up he was, with fresh scratches across his face, crossing over the faded scars of older wounds, almost looking like reflections of each other. He still had some blood on his skin around his cuts, though it was dried now, and you assumed that the nurses had not been able to clean it off without worsening his pain.
He seemed to notice your eyes roving across his face and body because he began to pull down the sleeves of his sweater, covering his forearms as an almost ashamed look took over his features.
âPlease just leave me alone,â he pleaded, his eyes shut, and brows knitted together â a melancholic sight, and you wished you knew how to help him.
âRemâŠâ you whispered, leaning in to him, your arm lifting up to cradle his face, âyou donât have to talk to me yet, okay?â Your palm was on his cheek now, you could feel the ridges of his scars under your fingers, the heat of his skin warming yours up, the left-over blood sticking you to him â like some sort of blood bond, you thought, a small smile raising the corners of your lips.
You stayed like this for a moment, a peaceful moment, before you brought your other hand up to rest against the column of his throat, atop the layer of bandages wrapped around his neck and you could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
âI love you, Remus,â you mumbled, as if it were a promise, something to be shared between you two and no one else, a secret.
You found yourself tipping your head forward, foreheads kissing as your palms held his face, his skin feeling damp⊠with tears? You pulled back and his soft brown eyes stared into yours, unblinking, something changing behind them as he grabbed your wrists and yanked them away from his cheeks, holding them tightly in front of him.
âI told you-â he spat, roughly shoving your hands away- âjust piss off.â
Read part 2 here!
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The Searing Flame
- Summary: Rook's Rest broke you and Aegon both. But it didn't separate you. And Stranger, it appears, has other plans for you.
- Paring: reader (twin!wife)/Aegon II
- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N and is bonded with dragon Starfyre. Reader's and Aegon's children are mentioned. If you want to read all parts in chronological order, check out my blog. The list is pinned to the top.
- Rating: Mild 13+ (just comfort)
- Word count: 4 078
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff
The smell of herbs and poultices fills the chamber, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood that lingers in the air. You can hear the crackle of the hearth, its warmth reaching only the foot of the grand bed where you and your brother-husband, King Aegon II, lie side by side. The once-magnificent room is now a haven of convalescence, the drapery muted and the furniture pushed aside to make room for the needs of the infirm.
Your body aches with a dull, persistent pain that pulses with every breath you take. The effort of sitting upright in the bed is monumental, and the bowl of broth before you seems an insurmountable challenge. The spoon trembles in your hand, the mere act of lifting it exhausting. You glance at Aegon, who watches you with furrowed brows and tense lips, his gaze burning with worry that he cannot hide.
"She struggles with every bite, Orwyle," Aegon states, his voice rough with the lingering pain of his own injuries. His piercing eyes lock onto the Grand Maester, who stands nearby with a face of forced calm. "You must do something about it."
Orwyle shifts uncomfortably, the weight of the king's command heavy upon him. "Your Grace, I have done all that is within my power," he responds cautiously. "The potions and elixirs I've administered should ease her pain, and the fact that the internal bleeding appears to have stopped is a promising sign. But⊠it is difficult to determine the full extent of the damage. Her body is still fragile, and the healing process is slow."
Aegon huffs, the sound more pained than frustrated, as he fights to push himself up on the bed. His burns throb, and his broken hip sends sharp stabs of agony through his side, yet he ignores it with grim determination. He refuses to let his own suffering deter him from helping you. He inches closer, his face etched with the effort of movement.
"That is not enough," Aegon growls, the intensity in his voice betraying the depths of his fear. He grits his teeth, the motion tugging at the scarred skin of his face. "She needs more than promises and half-answers, Orwyle."
The Grand Maester bows his head, his lips pressed thin. "I understand, Your Grace. I will continue to monitor her condition closely. If there is any change, I will be the first to act. But for now, the best I can advise is rest and sustenance, as much as she can tolerate."
Aegonâs gaze flickers back to you, his eyes softening despite the pain that etches deep lines into his features. He reaches out, his hand trembling as it hovers near yours. The sight of your struggle to eat tears at him, and he canât bear the thought of you suffering more than you already have.
âHere,â he says, his voice gentler now, laced with the tenderness that he shows only to you. He braces himself as he takes the spoon from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact is brief, but it sends a warmth through him that no fire could match. With great care, he dips the spoon into the broth and lifts it to your lips.
You try to take the spoonful, but your stomach rebels, a wave of nausea washing over you. You force yourself to swallow, the taste turning to ash in your mouth. Aegon notices the grimace you try to hide and his expression darkens with concern.
âEasy, Y/N,â he murmurs, his voice soothing despite the tightness in his throat. âSmall sips. Iâll help you.â
You meet his gaze, seeing the pain and determination reflected there, and you nod weakly. You know he suffers as much as you do, perhaps more, for he carries not only his own pain but the weight of his love for you. His hand trembles slightly as he brings another spoonful to your lips, and this time you manage to keep it down.
He stays close, ignoring his own agony, focusing entirely on you. Each movement costs him, but he hides it as best he can, his only thought to ease your suffering. He coaxes you to take another sip, and then another, until the bowl is nearly empty. The strain is evident in his features, but the small victories â each spoonful you manage to swallow â give him strength.
Orwyle watches in silence, his face betraying a flicker of admiration for the kingâs devotion. He knows better than to offer more words; they would be hollow compared to the actions unfolding before him. The love between the two of you is a force that no wound, no scar, can diminish.
Finally, when you can take no more, Aegon sets the bowl aside, his breath ragged from the exertion. He settles back onto the pillows beside you, his hand still lingering near yours as if he cannot bear to be apart from you. He closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling with the effort of merely breathing, but a faint smile tugs at his lips.
âWe will get through this, Y/N,â he whispers, more to himself than to you. âI will not lose you. Not to wounds, not to fate.â
His words are a promise, one he intends to keep no matter the cost. And as you both lie there, battered and broken but together, you feel a flicker of hope kindle in your heart. The road to recovery will be long, and the scars will never fully fade, but with Aegon by your side, you believe you might survive the storm.
The corridors of the Red Keep are dim, the flickering light from torches casting long shadows along the stone walls as Grand Maester Orwyle makes his way to the private chambers of Dowager Queen Alicent. His heart is heavy with the weight of the news he must deliver, and his footsteps are slow, as though he wishes to delay the inevitable conversation.
When he reaches the door, he pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before rapping softly on the wood. A moment later, the door swings open, and Alicent, her face lined with worry and exhaustion, beckons him inside.
âWhat news, Orwyle?â Alicent asks immediately, her voice strained with the tension of too many sleepless nights and too many fears unspoken. She gestures for him to sit, but he remains standing, his expression grave.
âYour Grace,â he begins, bowing his head slightly, âI bring some news from the King and Queenâs chamber. Queen Y/N managed to eat today, with great effort.â
Alicentâs breath catches, and her eyes shine with unshed tears. The relief that floods her is palpable, her shoulders sagging slightly as if a great weight has been lifted from them. She clasps her hands together, pressing them to her chest as a sob escapes her lips.
âThank the gods,â she whispers, her voice trembling. âThank the gods⊠I feared the worstâŠâ
Orwyle allows her a moment to savor the relief, though his expression does not soften. The moment is bittersweet, and he knows it will not last long. Alicentâs joy is short-lived, for the maesterâs next words are as heavy as iron.
âYour Grace⊠I must also speak of something more⊠delicate.â He hesitates, choosing his words carefully. âI believe it would be wise to consider⊠separating the King and Queen into separate chambers.â
Alicentâs head snaps up, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. The mere suggestion seems absurd, even cruel, and she stares at Orwyle as though heâs gone mad.
âSeparate them?â she repeats, her voice rising in incredulity. âYou would have them suffer the torment of being apart? Even for a moment? They are all that each other hasâhow can you suggest such a thing?â
Orwyleâs face remains impassive, but there is a deep sadness in his eyes as he continues. âYour Grace, I do not suggest this lightly. I know how much they depend on one another, how their bond has sustained them through these trials. But⊠it is precisely because of that bond that I suggest this course of action.â
Alicentâs hand grips the armrest of her chair, her knuckles white with the force of her anger. The thought of her daughter and son being parted is abhorrent to her. She shakes her head vehemently.
âNo, Orwyle. I will not allow it. To separate them now, when they are both so gravely injured⊠It would be a death sentence for them both. They will suffer more from being apart than from any physical wound.â
The Grand Maester bows his head, knowing what he must say next will only cause her further anguish. âYour Grace, I fear⊠Queen Y/Nâs condition may be more dire than we hoped. While the internal bleeding appears to have stopped, her body is still fragile. She struggles with every breath, every movement, and I cannot be certain that she will recover.â
Alicentâs breath hitches, and she stares at Orwyle with dawning horror. The implication of his words sinks in like a stone dropping into a dark pool, sending ripples of dread through her. âYou⊠you think she will die,â she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Orwyle does not answer immediately, but the silence speaks volumes. Alicentâs eyes fill with tears, but they are no longer tears of relief. They are tears of rage, of sorrow, and of fear for her children.
âYou want to separate them,â she chokes out, her voice shaking with emotion, âso that Aegon doesnât wake up to find his sister dead beside him.â
The accusation hangs in the air, sharp and cutting. Orwyle winces, but he does not deny it. âYour Grace⊠it would be an act of mercy,â he says quietly. âIf the worst were to happen⊠it might spare the King the pain of that moment. And it would allow the Queen to⊠to pass peacefully, without causing her brother-husband further torment.â
Alicent rises from her seat, her tears forgotten as fury takes hold. âMercy?â she spits the word as though it is poison. âYou would take my daughter from her husband, from her twin, and put her in some cold, lonely room to die alone? You would have her pass without the comfort of his presence, without the warmth of his hand in hers?â
Her voice rises, her grief fueling her anger. âI will not allow it! She will not die alone, cast aside like some⊠some useless thing! She is the Queen, and she is Aegonâs other half! He would never forgive himself if he were not with her in her final momentsâif those moments come at all!â
Orwyle bows his head, accepting her wrath without protest. He knows she is right in her own way, that separating the twins could do as much harm as good. But he also knows the toll that the Queenâs death would take on the King if it were to happen in such a manner.
âYour Grace,â he says softly, âI only wish to spare them both as much pain as possible. But I will not act without your consent.â
Alicentâs chest heaves with the effort of containing her emotions. She closes her eyes, struggling to find some measure of composure. When she speaks again, her voice is steadier, though the pain in it is unmistakable.
âYou will do no such thing, Orwyle. They will stay together, as they have always been. If my daughter⊠if she is to die, then let her die with her husband beside her. And if Aegon is to lose her, then let him be there, holding her, as he deserves.â
Orwyle inclines his head in a gesture of respect. âAs you wish, Your Grace. I will see to it that their care continues as it has been.â
Alicent nods, her eyes still filled with unshed tears. âLeave me,â she says quietly, and the Grand Maester obeys, bowing once more before retreating from the room.
When he is gone, Alicent sinks back into her chair, the strength drained from her limbs. She buries her face in her hands, and at last, the tears she has been holding back flow freely. The thought of losing her daughter, of watching her son suffer such a devastating blow, is more than she can bear.
But she will not let them be parted. Not now. Not ever.
In the dim, flickering light of the chamber, the Dowager Queen weeps, her heart breaking for the children she has always tried so hard to protect, knowing that in this, there is no protection she can offer.
The chamber is steeped in a comforting silence, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The warmth it offers is gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness that lingers in your bones. The ache in your body has dulled slightly, allowing you to lie beside Aegon without the overwhelming need to close your eyes against the pain. His presence beside you, the steady rise and fall of his chest, brings a sense of peace that you havenât felt in what seems like an eternity.
Aegon is quiet as well, though you can feel the tension in him, the way his body lies rigid against the soft pillows. You turn your head to look at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. He meets your gaze, and you see the flicker of something in his eyes â a sorrow, a fear that he hasnât voiced yet. He studies your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch, and you notice the way his brow furrows slightly, as though he is searching for something.
His gaze lingers on your cheeks, and a small, sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Your cheeks⊠they've regained some color," he murmurs, his voice hushed as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace between you. "But⊠you still look like a ghost, Y/N. A beautiful ghost⊠but a ghost all the same."
You try to smile, but the effort is too much, and you settle for a soft sigh. "Itâs been a hard few weeks," you say gently, your voice a whisper, nearly lost in the crackle of the fire.
Aegon nods, his eyes drifting down to where your hand rests on the coverlet. His fingers move slowly, aching as they intertwine with yours. For a moment, he simply holds your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. The warmth of his touch spreads through you, but itâs the sadness in his eyes that draws your attention, the way his jaw tightens as though heâs holding something back.
Then, without warning, his composure cracks. A choked sob escapes his lips, and his shoulders tremble as the tears start to fall. He tries to hide it, turning his face into the pillow, but you feel the tremor in his grip, the way his breathing becomes uneven.
"Aegon," you whisper, squeezing his hand, trying to offer what little comfort you can. "Whatâs wrong?"
He shakes his head, but the sobs keep coming, his pain spilling out in a way that he can no longer control. His voice, when he finally speaks, is thick with grief and fear. "I⊠Iâm terrified, Y/N," he admits, his words broken by the weight of his emotions. "Iâm terrified that I may never be able to⊠to make love to you again."
The admission hangs in the air between you, raw and vulnerable. You feel a pang in your heart, not for yourself, but for him, for the fear that drives his tears. You know that your bodies have been broken, that the road to recovery is uncertain, and that the intimacy you once shared might never be the same. But to hear it from him, to know how deeply it troubles him, cuts deeper than any physical wound.
You reach up with your free hand, your fingers trembling as they brush against his cheek, wiping away the tears that have gathered there. "Aegon," you say softly, "that isnât whatâs important. What matters is that weâre here, together. As long as we have each other⊠thatâs all that truly matters."
He shakes his head again, his tears flowing more freely now. "But it is important, Y/N," he insists, his voice breaking. "Itâs important to me. I⊠I want to hold you the way I used to, to love you the way I always have. Iâm terrified that⊠that I wonât be able to do that anymore, that weâll lose that part of us."
You feel his anguish as though itâs your own, and your heart aches for him. His fear is more than just about physical intimacy; itâs about the connection that youâve shared since birth, the bond that has always been a source of strength for both of you. You know that in his mind, the loss of that connection is tied to the loss of something even greater â the fear that the bond between you might weaken, that the love you share might fade in the face of your suffering.
You tighten your grip on his hand, your resolve hardening. "Aegon, listen to me," you say, your voice steady despite the exhaustion that pulls at you. "We have faced dragons, battles, and betrayals together. Weâve been through hell, and yet, here we are. That connection we share, itâs not something that can be broken by this, by anything. Weâre more than just our bodies. Our love is stronger than that."
He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. "But what if⊠what if Iâm not strong enough? What ifâŠ"
"Then weâll find our way together," you interrupt, your voice firm. "It doesnât matter how. Weâll heal, Aegon. Maybe not in the way we were before, but weâll heal. And weâll find new ways to love each other, new ways to be close. We will not lose each other."
Aegonâs sobs quiet, though the tears still streak down his cheeks. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, the closeness offering a comfort that words cannot. "I donât want to lose you," he whispers, his voice barely audible, trembling with the depth of his emotions.
"You wonât," you promise, your voice soft but filled with conviction. "Weâll get through this, Aegon."
He nods, though the fear still lingers in his eyes. But there is a glimmer of something else now, something that wasnât there before â a fragile hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe, youâll find a way to survive this, too.
The aftermath of Rook's Rest still haunts you after many weeks, lingering in the air like the scent of charred flesh. The pain has not lessened, not truly, but you have grown accustomed to it, learned to live with the ache in your bones, the memories that sear through your mind as vividly as dragonfire. Aegon remains bedridden, his hip shattered, but his burns are healing, the flesh knitting together in agonizing slowness. You, too, bear your scarsâthough less visible, they are no less severe. The Seven have seen fit to keep you alive, and for that, you are grateful. You tell yourself that over and over again, especially on the nights when the pain becomes too much to bear.
Despite the grim prognosis given by the maesters, you manage to rise each day, your limbs heavy as if laden with chains, yet you rise all the same. Aegon watches you with those familiar violet eyes, a mixture of awe and frustration in his gaze as you shuffle to his side, determined to care for him as much as he has for you. He hates to see you struggle, hates the reminder of how close he came to losing you, but there is nothing to be done about it. You are still here, and so is he, and that is enough.
âY/N,â Aegon murmurs as you approach, his voice low and rough, as if the words themselves cause him pain. He tries to sit up, grimacing as the movement sends a jolt of agony through his hip. You are quick to place a gentle hand on his chest, urging him to stay still.
âLet me,â you say softly, reaching for the bandages that need changing. The scent of salves and ointments fills the room, mingling with the ever-present smell of smoke that seems to cling to your skin no matter how many times you bathe.
Aegon huffs out a breath, frustrated but compliant. âYou shouldnât be doing this,â he grumbles, though there is no true heat in his words. âYou need rest as much as I do.â
âI need to be useful,â you reply, unwrapping the old bandages with careful fingers. âAnd there is no one else I trust with this.â
Aegon falls silent, watching you with a mixture of concern and affection. The truth is, he needs this tooâthe closeness, the reassurance that you are both still here, still fighting. The loss of your sons weighs heavily on both of you, their absence a gaping wound that refuses to heal. And then there are the dragonsâSunfyre and Starfyre, once magnificent and untouchable, now grounded by wounds that mirror your own.
âHow is she?â Aegon asks quietly as you tend to him. âStarfyre?â
You pause, your hand lingering on his shoulder. âShe heals, slowly. As we all do.â
Aegonâs eyes flicker with something akin to hope. âPerhaps, when this is all overâŠâ
You nod, understanding what he cannot bring himself to say. When this is all over, when the blood has stopped spilling and the war is wonâif such a thing is even possibleâperhaps then you will find a way to live again, to reclaim some semblance of the life you once knew. But for now, that future remains distant, an unreachable dream.
A knock at the door draws your attention, and you glance over your shoulder to see Alicent standing in the doorway, her expression weary yet relieved as she takes in the sight of her children together. She enters the room with careful steps, as if afraid of disturbing the fragile peace that has settled over you both.
âMy Queen,â Alicent greets you, her voice soft. âHow do you fare today?â
âI manage,â you reply, offering her a small smile. âAs does Aegon.â
Alicentâs gaze shifts to her son, her eyes softening with maternal concern. âYou look better today,â she notes, her tone hopeful.
Aegon snorts, though itâs more self-deprecating than anything. âI look less like a corpse, you mean.â
âHush,â you chide gently, though you canât help the smile that tugs at your lips. âMother is only trying to help.â
Alicentâs lips press together in a thin line as she surveys the two of you, her heartache palpable. âI wish there were more I could do,â she says quietly. âFor both of you.â
âYou are here,â you reply, reaching out to take her hand in yours. âThat is enough.â
Alicent squeezes your hand, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. âI pray to the Seven every day, for yourstrength, for your healing.â
You nod, though your thoughts drift to darker places. The prayers of the faithful have done little to save your children, your dragons. The thought claws at your insides, a bitter resentment that you can never quite quell.
âDo you think she will ever pay for what sheâs done?â you ask suddenly, your voice barely above a whisper. âFor the deaths of our sons, for breaking our bodies and our dragons?â
Aegon stiffens beneath your touch, his jaw clenching as the old rage flares anew. Alicentâs eyes widen slightly, but she does not shy away from your question.
âRhaenyra will answer for her crimes,â Aegon says, his voice hard as steel. âShe will burn for what she has taken from us.â
The words hang heavy in the air, a promise, a vow that neither of you can afford to break. Alicent bows her head, as if in prayer, and you feel the weight of your shared grief pressing down on you once more.
But in that moment, with Aegonâs hand resting over yours and Alicent standing beside you, you also feel a flicker of something elseâa determination, a resolve to see this through to the bitter end. You will survive this, together, and one day, Rhaenyra will pay for the blood she has spilled. The Seven have kept you alive for a reason, and you intend to see it fulfilled.
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