#i am so grateful that you read and enjoyed my fic !! but i promise there are other fics for you out there too

[marimbles]

at the risk of sounding like really entitled….

does anyone else have a fic that is their most popular, but you don’t want it to be, because you don’t think it deserves it, and you have better stuff, and while ofc you are grateful that people like something you wrote, it’s almost annoying that for some reason That one is the most popular. lmao

[the-casbah-way]

i am always really grateful to get comments and feedback on my fics, but you don’t need to insult other peoples’ work in order to be nice about mine. it’s not even a compliment to me, really. you could’ve just talked about what you like about my writing rather than the fact that you dislike someone else’s. if you haven’t managed to find any fics in a fandom that are for you, i’d be more than happy to give you some recommendations of my own. the natm fandom is one of the most creative fandoms i’ve ever been a part of and even i, someone who barely reads fanfiction and is extremely picky about the tropes i want to read, have managed to find a tonne of fics that i absolutely adore. if it wasn’t for those fics i wouldn’t be writing my own. you can be picky about what you read, like i am. but it doesn’t mean that every fic you aren’t interested in reading is bad, and it doesn’t mean that only the fics you enjoy are good. i do agree that putting your work on the internet and in the public eye is inevitably and inherently opening yourself up to the possibility of criticism or negative feedback, but personally i think that fanfiction isn’t exactly the same as a published novel. we are writing this for free, and providing it for free, with no guarantee that we’ll get any traction or appreciation for it at all. if you don’t like a fic purely because you just didn’t like it and you don’t have anything helpful or productive to offer, it’s generally better and kinder to keep that to yourself. just be nice <3

[monzabee]

lean on you – cl16

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Summary: The one where you learn to lean on Charles more than you thought you ever could.

Pairing: charles leclerc x medstudent!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: it’s been a while since i went to an actual hospital, so that, and also worried charles, mentions of sickness and vomiting, also mentions of food poisoning

Request: “Hiiii! I don’t know if you still accept request😅 but I have something in my mind if you are open to it, like the reader is quite sick before Charles’ race, he wanted to stay to take care of her but she insisted that he go on with the race and that she’ll be fine. But during the race, Charles’ got a call that she have been taken to the hospital by Lorenzo since she almost passed out. Charles went straight to the hospital and bit mad and angry at her being so stubborn. I just think Charles can be over protective and can be so upset or angry when he get very worried. Like how Charles will emphasise that she have him instead of being so independent all the time. 🤍🤍🤍 thank you if you will do it, but if not, it’s alright too! I just love and enjoy reading all your works!🤩 ”+ “Can you write a fic where the reader is a med!student with Charles? (definitely not projecting🫣)”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i loved both of these concepts and i though they’d go well together, because most of my friends who are also med students love diagnosing themselves?? i kind of wanted to based the reader off of bow from black-ish if you guys ever watched it, it’s my current watch and i love her so much!! it was very fun for me to write, and thank you to both of the anons for their requests! Feedback is always appreciated, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

“Are you sure you’re fine, mignon? You look worse than you did last night.” Charles lets his eyes look over your fatigued figure in your bed, worry etched into his eyebrows.

Giving him a weak smile, you do your best to reassure his worries by reaching for his hand resting on the side of his body. “I’m fine, love, I feel better than I did yesterday.” Charles sighs softly, his worry not entirely dissipating. He moves closer to the bed, his hand tightening around yours, and you squeeze his hand gently, relaying the message that you appreciate his concern. “I really am, you don’t have to worry about me, okay?”

“You say as if that’s an easy thing, love.” He emphasises, giving you a small smile that still allows you to see the dimples on his cheeks. “I just don’t want to leave you alone, you seem worse than you did last night.”

Your expression softens as you recall the way he doted on you the previous evening, no matter how much you told him that you were doing fine. “I promise I’m feeling much better, it’s nothing but a stomach bug – and I promise I’ll rest today, too.”

Charles leans down and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You better keep that promise and rest, it’s doctor’s orders," he says with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "I'll hold you to it.”

You chuckle weakly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I promise, Charles. I'll stay in bed, take my medicine, and rest. I have some lecture stuff I have to go over, anyway." You pause, looking up at him with sincere eyes. "And you need to focus on your race. I don't want you to worry about me, be careful out there please.”

His lips form a mock pout, making your facial muscles to pull in an involuntary smile, “But my favourite part is the part where my doctor takes care of me,” his thumb draws a comforting circle on your hand, “your kisses help immensely.”

You blush at his playful comment, grateful for his affectionate nature even in times of worry. “I promise I’ll give you kisses when you come back, but only if you promise you’ll be careful.” You sigh deeply at the boyish grin he sends your way, “I’m serious, Charles.”

Charles's expression softens, and he reaches out to cup your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet firm. "I promise, my love. I'll be careful. Do you need me to bring you anything before I leave?”

Your nod is sluggish and doesn’t go unnoticed by Charles, but he chooses to remain silent as he gives you a moment to think about your answer. “Can you just give me my computer and anatomy book, please?” You watch as Charles nods in understanding. He leans down to give you a tender kiss on the lips before making his way to the desk where your belongings are kept. Retrieving the items you requested, he returns to your bedside, placing them gently on the bed beside you.

"Here you go, mignon," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. He notices the way you keep fiddling with the collar of his your sweatshirt – a habit you usually display when you’re sick because the clothing usually causes overstimulation in your mind. “Do you want me to bring you some water? Or maybe order room service?”

You shake your head to the either side this time, giving him a sleepy smile as you start talking, “I’m good, but thank you, darling.” You let out a small giggle at the unapproving glance he sends your way, “I promise I’ll order some food when I get hungry, Charles.”

Charles chuckles softly, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and concern at the way you emphasise the word. "Alright, love. Just make sure you take care of yourself and eat something nutritious. I don't want you skipping meals, even if you're not feeling well."

You nod, appreciating his reminder. "I promise, Charles. I'll make sure to eat when I need to. But for now, I think I'll focus on studying and getting some rest."

He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your temple, his warm breath brushing against your skin. "That sounds like a good plan. I'll leave you to it then, but remember to reach out if you need anything, okay?"

"I will," you reply softly, your eyes growing heavy with fatigue. "Thank you for taking care of me, Charles. I love you."

He smiles warmly, his eyes filled with affection. "I love you too, mignon. Rest well and take all the time you need. I'll see you soon." With that, Charles gives your hand a final squeeze and presses his lips to your forehead in a parting kiss before reluctantly pulling away and leaving the room. Taking a deep breath, you focus on the task at hand, determined to make the most of your day even if you’re feeling a bit down.

It’s not easy for Charles to focus on his driving that day, not easy at all. He can’t seem to focus on the track when you seem to occupy his mind and linger in his thoughts. The people around him notices the way he seems almost detached at the garage that day, and also noticing your absence, thankfully they accommodate him and his aloofness the best they can. He keeps an eye on his phone the entire time before he gets in the car – something he usually never does before a race just in case you call him in need of assistance. Charles takes a deep breath, trying to clear his mind as he prepares for the race. He knows he needs to focus, but his thoughts keep drifting back to you. Concern and worry gnaw at him, making it difficult to fully immerse himself in the adrenaline of the race.

Before climbing into his car, he approaches his brother, who is thankfully standing nearby. He looks into Lorenzo's eyes and speaks in a hushed tone, “Hey, can you do me a favour?”

Lorenzo, sensing the urgency in Charles' voice, gives him a nod, his own concern mirrored in his eyes. “Of course, Charles. What do you need? Is everything alright?”

Charles takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. “I need you to keep an eye on my phone, Y/N wasn’t feeling too good this morning, and i have a bad feeling about it.” He hands Lorenzo his phone, making sure to check one for one last time to see whether you’ve texted or called him, you haven’t.

Lorenzo's brows furrow with worry as he listens to Charles, but he understands the gravity of the situation and the significance of Charles' request. "Don't worry, Charles, I'll take care of it – and I'll let you know if anything happens. You focus on the race, and I'll make sure everything is handled."

With that assurance, Charles turns his attention back to the race ahead and quickly puts on his balaclava and helmet. He climbs into his car, adjusting his helmet and securing himself in the cockpit. The anticipation and excitement of the race surround him, but his mind remains consumed with worry for you as he tries to assure himself that you are fine and resting back at the hotel. The race begins, and Charles pushes the limits of his car, manoeuvring through the twists and turns of the track. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't fully immerse himself in the competitive spirit. Thoughts of you and your well-being linger, distracting him from the task at hand. His racing instincts seem dull, his reaction time slightly delayed, and he struggles to find his usual pace.

As the laps pass by, Charles notices that he's slipping further and further behind, unable to keep up with the leading pack. Frustration mounts within him, battling against his worry for you. The race that should have been a chance for him to shine becomes an arduous struggle to maintain his composure, as he struggles to keep up with the cars infront, the ones behind him seemingly passing him with ease and causing him to drop out of points. So despite his best efforts, Charles finishes the race with a disappointing result, far from his usual position on the podium. He steps out of the car, feeling a mix of exhaustion and disappointment washing over him. The familiar cheers from the crowd seem distant, overshadowed by his concern for you. His mind is occupied by imagining the worst as he gets out of his car, takes off his helmet and stumbles towards the team's garage. The once vibrant atmosphere now feels muted, as if the world around him has lost its importance. He can sense the curious glances and sympathetic looks from his fellow team members, but he can't bring himself to socialise with any of them.

His eyes hastily search for his brother, but Lorenzo is the one who finds him before he can spot him. Lorenzo's concerned gaze locks with Charles’, and he quickly makes his way toward him, his steps mirroring Charles’ urgency. Understanding the look in his brother’s eyes instantly, Charles asks, “What’s wrong? Is it Y/N? Is everything alright?”

Charles watches his brother expectantly as he places a comforting hand on his shoulder, making him want to slap his hand away, but the next words that come out of his mouth is enough to takes his breath away, “Carlos is on the phone with the hospital–”

“Hospital?” Charles interrupts Lorenzo, “Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire par l'hôpital qui t'a appelé?” What do you mean the hospital called you?

“Calm down, Charles, laisse-moi t'expliquer.” Lorenzo gives him a pointed look, and gently steer him towards his teammate’s cousin, “Y/N called me from the taxi, she said she was going to the hospital because she wasn’t feeling well,” he raises a hand to stop Charles from interrupting again, “she also told me that she’d call me once she got to the hospital but she didn’t, I’m guessing her phone died and the hospital called me instead. But my Spanish is non-existent and Carlos is talking to them, so for the love of God, calme-toi un peu.”

Charles's mind races with a mix of relief and anxiety upon hearing Lorenzo's explanation. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as he listens to his brother's words. The realization that Y/N is at the hospital sinks in, bringing a wave of concern to the forefront of his thoughts. Nodding in acknowledgment, Charles tries to calm his racing heartbeat and focus on the information at hand. “My girlfriend is at a hospital in a country she’s not familiar with, how do you expect me to calm down?”

“Just wait for a moment, we’ll have more information when Carlos is done talking to the hospital-people.” Lorenzo reassures him, and it helps Charles to focus on the current issue at hand – learning the name of the hospital and finding his way there as fast as possible.

Taking Lorenzo's advice to heart, Charles tries to steady his racing thoughts and focus on the present. He takes another deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm and composed. The minutes feel like an eternity as they wait for Carlos to conclude the call. Finally, Carlos hangs up the phone and approaches Charles and Lorenzo, his expression grave but determined. "The hospital confirmed that Y/N arrived safely," Carlos begins, his voice steady. "They're currently conducting some tests to determine the cause of her discomfort. The initial assessment suggests it may be a severe case of food poisoning."

A certain degree of understanding and relief washes over Charles as he lets Carlos’ words sink in. He offers his teammate’s cousin a grateful look, “Thank you for your help, Carlos,” he nods his head in appreciation, “do you have the name of the hospital?”

Carlos returns Charles's grateful look with a reassuring smile and a nod, “It’s the Hospital Quirónsalud Barcelona, she’s a smart girl, Charles, it’s an international hospital so she shouldn’t have any problems communicating with the doctors.” He pats Charles’ shoulder when the latter gives him a confused look, “You weren’t exactly quiet, mate.”

Charles lets out a small chuckle, realizing that his worries may have been more apparent than he thought. He appreciates Carlos' attempt to lighten the mood and offers a grateful smile. "You're right, I probably wasn't the most composed person just now," he admits, "but I'm glad Y/N is in good hands at hospital and thank you for your help, I appreciate it."

“No need to thank me, I hope she’s doing okay.” The older man smiles and gives him a final nod as he makes his way towards his cousin.

“Charles,” one of the PR people starts as they make their way towards the duo, “you still have media–”

The look Charles gives the poor intern in return can only be described as a mix of exhaustion and frustration. He interrupts the PR person before they can finish their sentence. “Bill me.” He, then, turns to his brother as he shoots him an expectant look, “Can we go?”

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Charles hears his brother’s voice, which causes him to raise his eyebrows and receive in return, “you’re obviously too high on adrenaline right now, let me drive.”

Charles, recognizing his own state of mind, doesn't argue. He nods in agreement and takes a seat in the passenger side, grateful for his brother's support, but because he is Charles, he mumbles, “You better drive fast,” under his breath as he follows his brother out of the garage.

As the car navigates through the busy streets of Barcelona, Charles finds himself lost in his thoughts – he glances out the window, his eyes darting from building to building, as if searching for answers that lie beyond the glass. The tension in the air is palpable, the silence between the brothers punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of horns from other impatient drivers. He tries contacting the hospital once again, but it seems like luck is not on his side as the operator speaks to him solely in Spanish, which makes him reconsider what Carlos told him earlier. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the Hospital Quirónsalud Barcelona comes into view. Charles feels a surge of hope mixed with anxiety as Lorenzo skilfully manoeuvres the car into a parking spot. Charles is out of the car before Lorenzo even turns off the engine, which earns him a scolding from his brother, but he’s almost halfway through the walk to the entrance as he waves Lorenzo off.

As Charles approaches the entrance of the hospital, his pace quickens with a mix of urgency and concern. The automatic doors slide open, welcoming him into the bustling lobby. The sterile smell of disinfectant fills his nostrils, and the sound of footsteps echoes through the halls.

He makes his way to the reception desk, where a receptionist greets him with a warm smile, and (thankfully) speaks in English, “Good evening, how can I help you?”

Breathing heavily, Charles tries to gather his thoughts and speak clearly. “My girlfriend was admitted through ER earlier today, Y/N Y/LN. Can you please tell me her room number and how she’s doing?”

The receptionist nods sympathetically. “I understand your concern, let me check the system for you.” She begins typing on her computer, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. After a few moments, she looks up at Charles. “I do see her in our system, but I don't have access to that information. You'll need to speak with someone from the emergency department.”

Frustration wells up within Charles, but he takes a deep breath and reminds himself to stay calm. "Can you at least direct me to the emergency department?"

The receptionist offers an understanding smile. "Of course. Head down this corridor and take the first right. You'll find the emergency department entrance on your left."

Thanking the receptionist, Charles follows her directions, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and worry. He walks briskly, determined to reach Y/N's side as quickly as possible. As he enters the emergency department, the sense of urgency intensifies – he watches the hustle and bustle of the hospital; how the medical staff rush by, attending to patients in need and people who are waiting to see their loved ones just like him. His legs aimlessly takes him to the nearest a nurse station and approaches a nurse who seems available. “Excuse me, Miss” he calls out, trying to catch her attention. The nurse turns to him with a professional yet compassionate gaze. “I'm looking for my girlfriend, Y/N Y/LN. Can you please tell me where I can find her?”

“Let me check her records,” the nurse smiles at him, an attempt to calm him and goes through the papers on the chart in her hands. “Here she is, it seems that she was recently moved – she’s supposed be in room 376, it’s on the third level, at the end of the main hallway.”

Relief floods over Charles as he receives the information from the nurse. He manages a grateful smile and nods in appreciation. "Thank you so much. I'll head there right away."

After thanking the nurse, Charles makes his way towards the elevators, following the signs that lead him to the third level. As he steps into the elevator, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. He makes sure he sends Lorenzo a text message to let him know where’s he’s headed, the ride to the third floor feels agonizingly slow, each passing floor adding to his impatience. When the elevator doors finally open, Charles steps out and finds himself in a long, well-lit hallway. He scans the room numbers, his eyes quickly landing on the sign indicating the direction of room 376. With determined strides, he makes his way down the hallway, passing by other patients' rooms and medical staff going about their duties.

Finally, he reaches room 376, and his breath catches in his throat. Taking a moment to steady himself, he gently pushes the door open, revealing a small but comforting space. Inside, he finds you lying in the hospital bed, an IV connected to your arm and one of your textbooks open on the bed beside you. He realises you’re asleep, however, as he watches you from afar. Seeing you lying there, Charles feels a mix of emotions overwhelm him—relief that you’re safe and being cared for, concern for your well-being, and a deep longing to be by your side. He approaches the bed with cautious steps, taking in your pale complexion and the weary lines etched on your face.

Gently, Charles pulls up a chair beside your bed and sits down, not wanting to disturb your much-needed rest. He reaches out and lightly brushes a strand of hair away from your face, a tender smile gracing his lips as he watches you sleep. Gently, he reaches out and takes your hand in his, offering her a tender squeeze. "Hey," he whispers softly, not wanting to startle you. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

You stir slightly, your eyes fluttering open. A weak smile graces your lips as you recognise Charles. "Charles," she murmurs, her voice hoarse but filled with warmth. "You came."

Charles feels a surge relief wash over him, he leans in closer, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Of course, I came, I'll always be here for you, chérie. What happened? How are you feeling?"

“I’m better now,” your voice comes off hoarse, and it makes Charles cringe inwardly, “I just wanted to come to the hospital because i kept throwing up and thought I had all the signs of food poisoning – but, honey, what are you wearing?”

Charles glances down at his attire, realizing he's still in his racing gear. “I didn’t have time to change,” he explains, his head tilted to the side as he gives you a strict look, “I should have just stayed with you.”

“You had a race, Charles,” your eyes widen in recognition as you remember the race. “Oh my god, how was it? Did you–”

“The race doesn’t matter, Y/N.” Charles interrupts, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “I wish you wouldn’t try to be so independent all the time.”

He watches as your lips form a pout, your voice coming off more vulnerable than before as you ask, “What?”

"Y/N," he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. "What were you thinking? Why didn't you tell me you were feeling this sick? I could have been here for you."

You give him a guilty look, the pout on your lips becoming deeper. "I didn't want to worry you, Charles. I thought I could handle it on my own."

His frustration melts away as he takes in your weakened state. He moves closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "You don't have to handle everything on your own, love. I'm here for you, always. I would have been by your side if you had just let me. I should have been there with you today, not at some race when you were puking your guts out.” He pauses, his thumb caressing the back of your cheek soothingly. “I know you value your independence, and I admire that about you. But sometimes, it's okay to lean on others, especially when you're going through tough times. You don't have to carry everything on your own.”

You listen to Charles's words, and a mixture of emotions swirl within you. His concern and care touch your heart, but you also understand the frustration he expresses. With a soft sigh, you squeeze his hand gently. You shift slightly in the bed, wincing at the discomfort. "Being independent has been a part of me for so long, and it's hard to let go of that mindset completely. But I'm learning, slowly, to find a balance, and I'm learning to lean on you when I need to and to share my burdens with you." You give him the softest smile you can muster, “I promise I’ll try to be better, darling.”

His thumb brushes away a tear from your cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. "You don't have to apologize, mignon. I understand why you wanted me to race, but your health and well-being will always be my priority. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to face things alone. We're a team, remember?"

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know we are, and I’m sorry for worrying you, darling." You lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin, and with a soft sigh, you begin speaking again. "I promise that I’ll lean on you more and remember that we’re a team.”

Charles leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "That's all I ask, love. Just remember that you have me, and I'll always be here for you, okay? I love you."

As you feel his lips on your forehead, a sense of comfort and love washes over you. You gaze into his eyes, filled with gratitude and affection. "I love you too, Charles," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being there for me, even when I push you away. I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Please let Astarion meet Tav's family and have a younger sibling like 6 be like im gonna marry the prince points at Astarion.

Tav : Sorry, im married to the prince

NO IM GONNA MARRY THE PRINCE

That's so fucking cute kill me. But I just realized AFTER I finished it I read this wrong 😭😭 I read it as "marry" instead of "married" so whoops now it's an asking for your hand in marriage fic.

Also, I'm going to make this a weird little, unofficial, alternate reality, off shoot of this fic to explain away why Astarion can be in the sun without ascending because I am ~lazy~

Quick summary if you didn't read it, Tav serves Selune, gets a blessing for all the good work, and uses it to cure the anti-light issue of the vampirism (but not all of it). It's not a literal extension of that fic but I'm stealing my own plot explanations. That's it! Now here we go:

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Astarion wasn't nervous per se. He was just... on edge. And the two-week journey it took to get here wasn't helping things, not when it gave him so much time to ruminate in his thoughts. He never expected to be in the position of "meeting the family," let alone in anticipation for asking for someone's hand in marriage.

Astarion wasn't even quite sure how his life got here. He had always fantasized that a life without Cazador would be one of selfish hedonism, not one where he would be legitimately concerned about a damn six year old sibling's first impression of him.

But then you came along, effortlessly shattering all of his grandiose plans with a batt of your eyelashes. Perhaps the entire journey of falling in love was more complicated, but it felt like it was that simple. In hindsight, he never stood a chance against you, but it was hilarious that there was a time he ever thought he did.

All of his prior dreams and fantasies felt like nothing in comparison to just being with you. It had been a year since you both saved the Sword Coast, a beautiful, fantastic year. That had ended with him somehow more in love with you now than when he first confessed. Selune's blessing had certainly helped with that he was sure. He still couldn't quite believe that you would use a god's blessing on him of all people, but gods, was he appreciative. Because being able to walk in the sun again meant that he could live the life he wanted, with no restrictions. He could be the partner you deserved, the kind that a father would happily say yes to when asking for your hand.

Which brought him back to his current dilemma. Perhaps he hadn't seen any of your family members in the time you'd been together, but he had heard plenty. You loved them all to death, especially your little sister. You wrote to them constantly, the mere sight of a letter from your parents enough to put you in a great mood for the rest of the day. He was aware that your mother was supposedly a saint, a fact that your own father had instilled in you often. He knew that they had a wonderful, loving marriage and were both higher ups in the Church of Selune. A fact that Astarion didn't particularly enjoy.

As grateful to the moon goddess as he was, he was aware that you were an expectation to the very normal belief that vampires were bad. And that marrying one was one of the stupidest things you could ever do from an average person's perspective, let alone a Selunite.

Why you hadn't done the smart thing and lied about what he was, Astarion would never know. But he did know that the thought of their rejection over his admittedly sordid history was putting him in a tailspin.

"They're going to love you," You said for the hundredth time, giving his hand a squeeze as you led him up the steps to your childhood home, "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. I promise."

Astarion highly doubted that, but you were already knocking on the front door before he had a chance to argue. The door instantly slammed open, a beaming child already launching themselves at you before Astarion could process what was happening.

But you were more prepared them he was. You effortlessly caught them in your arms, laughing at their excited shouting, "Titi! You're late!"

So this was the famous Arabeth.

"No, I'm not!" You laughed as you settled her on your hip, "And what happened to my little girl's manners huh? You haven't even introduced yourself yet."

The child glanced over at him, like she was just realizing for the first time that someone else was standing over there. She looked a little shocked at the sight of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Wide enough for Astarion to start to wonder if something was on his face.

He gave her a little wave only for her to bury her face into your shoulder, peeking out at him with her lips pursed. Which was not the best start to the whole making his darling's family actually like him plan.

"Well, as you've probably guessed this is Arabeth. She's just a little shy," You reassured as you stepped inside, muttering a quick invitation inside under your breath. He appreciated that, he didn't need the whole house to be reminded of his... limitations.

"But she'll get over it soon enough," You continued as you called into the house, "Mom? Dad? We're here!"

And just like that they were rushing into the room, acting just as excited as your sister had been. Your mother wasted no time in smothering your face with kisses while your father swept you up into a hug. It was a rather impressive display of coordination, considering how they hadn't managed to knock you and your sister to the floor in the process. Astarion was pretty sure they were both saying something along the lines of We missed you! But it was hard to tell with all of you so tangled up in each other.

It was heartwarming to see, in all honestly. Of course such a loving person would come from an equally loving family, what else would he expect?

Though he certainly hadn't been expecting for your mother to throw her arms around him next. She brought him into a tight hug before looking him up and down, "So you're Astarion huh?"

She turned back to you, grinning ear to ear with her hands set on Astarion's shoulders, "He's so handsome! Selune help us, do you remember the last boy you brought home? He had a nose the length of my arm-"

"And that's enough of that," You said with a strained laugh, pulling your eccentric mother back a few inches, "And we've talked about the impromptu hugs. What happened to asking for permission?"

"Sorry, sorry!" She said with a wave of her hand, "Let me try again. I'm Seliras, and this is my husband-"

"Marcoul," Your father interrupted, putting his hand out for Astarion to shake, "It's been awhile since we've met a boyfriend."

"He's a little more than that," You said with a sigh as everyone exchanged pleasantries.

"We'll be the judge of that," Marcoul said with a sharp but friendly grin, the grip he had on Astarion's hand briefly tightening before he let go, "From what we've heard, you're quite the character aren't you?"

Ah, so the interrogating was starting early then. It was nothing that Astarion hadn't expected. Besides, turning up the charm was his strong suit, even when he was uncharacteristically nervous.

Astarion smiled back at him, "You've heard right. And I'm more than happy to answer any questions you might have."

"Oh gods please don't say that," You groaned, but it was too late. Your parents were already leading him to sit, rapid-fire questions coming out of their mouth.

Where are you from? How did you meet? Are you serious about our Tav? What's your religion? Where's your family? What are your plans?

But Astarion answered them all, with only mild censorship for the child's sake. The child who suddenly couldn't stop staring at him. It wasn't exactly easy to sell himself as a future husband when he was a vampiric ex-slave, but he made do.

It was an overwhelming experience to say the least, but not necessarily an unpleasant one. That was one good thing about trying to marry into a family of zealots, it was a lot easier to convince them of your virtue when you received a personal blessing from their goddess.

By the end of the night, they were all throughly appeased, enough so to get off the topic of him for a moment.

"You look a little young to have a thirty-year old child," Astarion said to your mother. He was actively trying to compliment her for obvious reasons, but he was also genuinely curious. She barely looked a day over 40.

"Oh we breed young," She said with a laugh, "We had Tav in our teenage years. Arabeth came much, much later. Our favorite little surprise. Gods, I can't think of a single person in our family who didn't have kids young. Our little Tav is the only exception to the rule."

"But maybe not for much longer, huh?" Marcoul added with a grin, yelping when you lightly smacked him over the head for the comment.

"Do not start the kid talk again!" You hissed out, cheeks red, "We've talked about this!"

Astarion couldn't help but grin at your reaction, charmed by your embarrassment. Though... the idea of the two of you having children together sure was an interesting thought.

Astarion felt a tug on his sleeve while you were distracted arguing with your parents. He turned, smiling when he saw your little sister standing there, still staring at him with wide-eyes.

She took a deep breath before blurting out, "You look like a prince. Are you?"

"Not exactly," Astarion said with a small laugh. That couldn't be further from the truth, "There's no blue blood in my veins."

She frowned, cocking her head at him like he wasn't making any sense. But then an idea obviously struck her as she excitedly asked, "But if you married a princess, then you'd become a prince too. Right?"

"I suppose?" Astarion answered with a shrug.

"So if I become a princess, and I marry you, then you'll be a prince?"

This conversation was quickly becoming out of his depth. But luckily enough for him you were swooping in to save him.

You laughed at her question, turning your attention back to the two of them, "No offense Bethy, but I'm going to be the one marrying this particular prince."

But Arabeth wasn't having it. She crossed her arms, looking at you like she was the one talking to a child, "You can't. Because if I don't marry him, he won't be a prince. So there. I have to do it."

She looked so serious, her facial expressions incredibly similar to your own. Astarion was holding back a loud laugh as you tried and failed to reason with her, "I can marry him without the royal status-"

"No! I'm marrying the prince!"

Your parents were doing a much worse job at hiding their reactions, both of them opening giggling behind their hands as you came up with a compromise.

"Okay, okay," You said with a sigh, kneeling down to look the small girl in the eye, "How about this? I marry him first. But only until you become a princess. Then he's all yours. Sound fair?"

She thought about it for a moment before nodding to herself, "Sounds fair."

Well Astarion wasn't going to get a better set-up then that. He turned to your father, his nerves coming back for a brief appearance, "I'm assuming now might be a good time to ask what I came here to ask. Though I do promise I only intending on asking for one of your children's hand in marriage."

Marcoul nodded slowly, his face unreadable as he spoke, "I mean no offense when I say this Astarion, but you aren't exactly who I imagined for my daughter."

"Dad don't-"

"Darling, let him finish," Astarion gently interrupted, his eyes still locked with your father's.

He took a deep breathe before continuing, "That said, I've never seen her so... herself with someone else before. So yes. The two of you can marry. On one condition."

"Anything," Astarion said instantly, nearly giddy at the fact that he was so close to the official yes, "Just name it."

"You have to have the wedding here," Seliras answered for him, a massive smile on her face, "No ifs, ands, or buts."

"And I get to be flower girl!" Arabeth chimed in, her past indignation completely forgotten as she climbed all over you, "And there has to be chocolate cake!"

"Oh gods, help us," You groaned, but Astarion was already nodding along. He couldn't give less than two shits where it happened or who was involved. He could scarcely believe that it was happening at all. But that was the last thing he had needed.

He already had the ring, the most amazing person he could ever fathom being with. Who actually wanted him back.

Now all he had to do was ask.

[wheeboo]

wheeboo's 2024 wrapped!

it's not the end of the year without a little wrapped! thank you to @etherealyoungk for tagging me in this! to start, i just want to thank everyone who has supported me throughout this year. it's been a wild ride, and i honestly feel accomplished yet unaccomplished of what i achieved this year, but just know that i'm sincerely thankful for every single one of you 🥺 i can't wait to see what 2025 has in store for all of us!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 MOST POPULAR FIC OF 2024

just a roommate thing - kim mingyu, 25th june, 5.2k words, 1.7k notes

honestly... are we rlly surprised here ?! the amount of support this fic garnered in a small amount of time was so 🥺 to watch! i'm so happy people enjoy this silly lil concept of two idiots stupidly pining over each other but not flat out confessing MUAHAHAH. this fic was also reviewed by members of @k-fic-collection which i am still incredibly honoured about 🥺

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 HONOURABLE MENTIONS

whatever you want, my angel - xu minghao, 1st june, 854 words, 1.2k notes

tbh very surprised this made it 2nd on the list ?! i forgot to put in a disclaimer that i'm not a native chinese speaker so all the pets names were on pure research HAHA. but it was such a cute scenario to write and i'm happy it got so much love :(

glowing - choi seungcheol, 8th april, 1k words, 1.2k notes

JDLKAD DOMESTIC MORNINGS W CHEOL !!! i am totally normal abt this man and whatever the hell i wrote in this fic yep yep. just love writing fluff :((((

for a moment, forever - choi seungcheol, 9th august, 2.2k words, 1.2k notes

2nd cheol fic out of 3 to make the top 10 😭😭 (the other one being lean on me) literally i loved searching up diff wedding dresses for the fic and before writing it... the wedding dress reveal scene from extraordinary attorney woo transpired me into this fluffy mess. and also just ... husband cheol.... yes.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LONGEST FIC OF 2024

tell me that you love me ; part one ; part two - joshua hong, 2nd august-4th august, 37k words, 694 notes combined from both parts

...... i still love this fic with all my heart and always will. it took 7 hellish months to write all of it and i'm honestly so incredibly proud of it. researching ASL, watching dramas and reading literature to help me with the writing process, writing for JOSHUA HONG. this man isn't part of my bias line but he may as well be with the amount of brainrot i had for him 😭 i never thought i would be capable of writing this much let alone getting out of my comfort zone at attempting to write a deaf!reader but i don't regret it at all 🥺🥺 i have more to say for this fic but i don't wanna spill it all here, just know i love it so much <3

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LATEST FIC OF 2024

it started with a dare - yoon jeonghan, 23 december, 1.5k words, 509 notes

yoon jeonghan being a menace... as always r we surprised. and i want to expand on the whole brother best friend's concept SO BADLY,,,, that said part 2 coming when ?? HAHAH

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 FAVOURITE READS OF 2024

honestly... i did quite badly this year with reading fics and i feel so guilty abt it 😭 i hope that 2025 will be a better year w reading and catching up cuz i just want to shower every writer and all my moots with all the love and blood, sweat, and tears that they've put into their creations. with all that, here r some of my fav reads this year!

love. by @blue-jisungs {kim mingyu} white butterflies by @welcometomyoasis {joshua hong} perspective by @tomodachiii {xu minghao} into the night by @etherealyoungk {jeon wonwoo} no such thing as too perfect by @fairyhaos {jeon wonwoo} burnt promises, second chance by @slytherinshua {jeon wonwoo} sugar & spice by @etherealyoungk {jeon wonwoo} with warmth and whispers by @boorines {boo seungkwan} catch me when you can by @xinganhao / @ylangelegy {chwe vernon}

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 TO MY LOVELY MUTUALS...

i love every single one of you and i'm so grateful to have met you or gotten more close with you all this year. some have stuck with me since the near beginning, some i've just officiated our lil moot status just last week... even then you all still have a special place in my heart. thank YOU for existing and all that you do. i hope 2025 repays you with the amount of kindness and love that you've given me, whether it's from our long conversations on discord or to our small interactions on this hellish app. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

@bananabubble ; RACHEL. the loml. my wife. my lover. i love you so much more than this entire world and i'm incredibly honoured to have gotten so so close with you this year! you've seen me at my worst and at my best this year and somehow stuck to my side for this entire time. it's just SO appalling to me how we r quite literally the SAME person. if soulmates existed then you are mine FR. @etherealyoungk ; SKYEEEE BUB. i love you and i'm happy this year we've managed to become even more closer than we were before. our convos on discord never fail to make me smile like an idiot and laugh like a maniac i'm just so honoured to consider you as one of my closest friends and lovely mutuals! i can't wait to see what 2025 has in store for the two of us <3 @slytherinshua ; hello ZANNA BITCH (affecionately). zanna i love u so much and though we didn't talk as much as i'd love to this year cuz we're both busy and dealing with our own stuff I LOVE YOU ALL MY HEART. you bring me so much energy when we talk and somehow no matter how short our convos are we still manage to be screaming our asses off anyway LMAOO. also i love tualha. maybe a bit more than you (jk)

to all my other moots, whether i've known you for a while or recently become moots with: @blue-jisungs @fairyhaos @wqnwoos @planetkiimchi @hannyoontify @haecien @haologram @gyuswhore @welcometomyoasis @weird-bookworm @toruro @rubywonu @icyminghao @fluffiemochi @ylangelegy @highvern @tomodachiii @chanranghaeys @tusswrites @seungkw1 @lakeaether @lvlystars @hanverse @starshuas @mesanthropi @mirxzii @loserlvrss @hursheys @addicsvt @eternalgyu @babyleostuff @orikiys @odxrilove @starlyrai sorry if i missed tagging you 😔 i'm scared of tagging ppl idk if all these tags would even work anyway HAHAHDS i love you as well for the billionth time. i hope that we can interact more this upcoming year! <3 sending you all love for 2025!!!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 GOALS FOR 2025

catch up n read more fics!!!!

explore more aus and tropes

finishing incomplete wips that have been rotting to dust in the drafts 😔

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 FINAL WORDS OF 2024

to put it boldly, i hated this year LMAO and i'm so so glad that it's finally over 😔 i've probably disliked myself more than i loved myself this year, but i've recently gotten back on that slow path to joy, and i hope whatever the next year brings it's more good than bad. once again, thank you to everyone who has shown me love and support this year! i'm honoured to be part of this wonderful & silly community whom i can call home 🫶

[lucysarah-c]

Hi loves,

I hate to make announcements like this, but we need to have a little chat. I don’t enjoy coming here with a "mom voice," but sometimes it’s necessary.

First off, I want to acknowledge that I have an incredibly privileged position in this fandom. I receive more interactions and attention than I ever dreamed of. I won’t lie and say, “Oh, I don’t care about the attention,” because I absolutely do. I squeak and giggle like a little kid every time I get a comment, ask, or DM. My biggest fear is coming across as ungrateful, so I hope this doesn’t feel that way.

Let me put things into perspective: I have a lot going on in my personal life right now. I’m working full-time, organizing holiday parties for my family, coordinating visits from relatives coming from abroad, and handling all the logistics that come with that.

Meanwhile, my inbox has over 80 asks—20+ of them from just the past three weeks—asking things like:

"When will you update?" "I need the update." "Where’s the fic?" "When will my ask be answered?" "You answered another ask and not mine." "I need fics, girl."

Let me be clear: there’s nothing I enjoy more than being here, sharing my writing and art, and interacting with all of you. I absolutely adore reading your comments, reblogs, and reactions. I love brainstorming the scenarios you send me, responding to them, and writing the headcanons you come up with. Truly, I am so grateful for this community and everything we’ve built together.

But please, I ask you to avoid demanding updates in my inbox. Believe me, no one wants to update my fics more than I do.

This isn’t me saying, “Stop sending me asks or comments.” I love them and look forward to them. But I’m human, not ChatGPT, and my day only has 24 hours. I promise I’m doing the best I can.

On a happier note, I’ll try to post a fic for Levi’s birthday so we can all celebrate together. <3

Love you all,

[cartierdreamx]

HER MUSE (18+)

hi my little honey bunches! i hope your weekend was amazing and that this week brings you joy, laughter and love, as promised, this is my 400 follower smut oneshot special!!! congrats to @tamberandwenclairenjoyer for guessing my name but definitely a special shout out to those who tried so so hard to guess, and wow you guys tried hard, and a big shout out to you, my fellow readers <3 i may not be the biggest writer or get a lot of notes (it’s a hit or miss most times), but i wouldn’t be here with my little family if it weren’t for you, so thank you <3 i appreciate every single one of you and am 4ever grateful you enjoy my work. J <333

to my beautiful muse, @talialeih 🤍

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader 

Warnings: SMUT, just pure filthy smut, the filthiest thing i have ever written, possessive jenna. 

Summary: sometimes you seem to forget that you’re hers and only hers. 

Words: 5k+ 

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment, which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!

*though my fics have real people, my fics are just for entertainment and far from reality*

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“Baby?” You hear a distant voice in desperation, “are you doneee?” Your beautiful yet very impatient girlfriend annunciates from the other side of your door, you can’t help but giggle at her childlike attitude, she was older than you by just a few months but sometimes you can’t help but think you’re the older one.

Placing your second earring in, you take one more look at yourself in the mirror, wink, and glide towards the door where you’re your restless love sits on the other side. Once you open the door, Jenna’s clearly annoyed facial expressions soften up, the sight of your beauty had enough force to relax her eyebrows and jaw, unhinging it from itself as she subconsciously drops her mouth wide open, you swear you see saliva build up as she salivates over you. Walking over to your girlfriend as she leans on the back of the couch, placing yourself between her legs, you close her jaw and lift it just slightly, so your eyes are locked.

“Perfection takes time.” You say as you jokingly wipe the corner of her mouth as if some of her drool escaped her lips.

“You are always perfect, mi cariño, so time is nothing.” Jenna coos at you, now caressing your waist and looking you up and down as she bites the inner tissue of her lip, making your cheeks erupt in red.

“What happened to the rush? You were practically begging me to hurry up.”

She lets out a huff, still locked on your figure, the grip she has on your waist even tighter and possessive than before, her entire body was on fire. On fire, because of you. “I don’t even think this dinner is that important, let’s just stay home and relax, I can help you take your dress off.” She mumbles trying so hard not to let you see her desperation, but it was too late, you could see how hungry she was for you, how she wanted your sweet nectar smeared all over her lips.

Lucky for her, you felt the same way, the way you longed for her slender fingers to be in you, hooking the tissue around it, her fingers were sure to be cold resulting in an extra loud gasp as you welcome her in. How you craved to sit on her lap with your arms slinged over her neck, whispering nothing but seductions into her ear making her neck hairs stand. The hunger she felt was mutual, you were just doing a better job at hiding it. Ironically, being the better actor despite you being a writer.

You tsk at her lust, “Come on baby, we can’t be late,” leaning in you tease, “maybe later you can take this off.”

Despite Jenna claiming this dinner wasn’t important and staying home would be the better choice, to absolutely no one’s surprise, not even the flies the linger in the backyard, she was lying, this was Anne Hathaway’s annual formal dinner, at first you were Jenna’s plus one but as your writing grew, as you made a name for yourself, that didn’t have Jenna plastered on it, you became a guest, just like Jenna. Of-course, being each other’s forever person, you two always went together, politely denying Anne’s generous plus one that she gave every guest.

“What car do you want to take, baby?”

“The McLaren.” You cheese at her, “can I drive?”

“Perfect choice! And no.” She cheeses back at you; except she was playfully mocking you.

Without fail Jenna always opens the door for you and guides you in whilst she holds your hand, tonight was no different, no matter the occasion she always held doors for you, ever since meeting Jenna, whenever you were with her, all the doors would be left untouched by you. “Mi princesa,” she air kisses at you when sliding into your seat, all you could do was laugh and roll your eyes.

Once in the car, your hands head straight for the radio, connecting your Bluetooth to the screen, scrolling through your endless RnB playlist you finally settle on a song.

Don’t. Don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest (ayy).

“WHEWWWW” You scream out as Jenna starts the engine, giving it a rev before she zooms off, “I LOVE THIS SONG.” You exclaim making Jenna laugh at your infatuation with this song, RnB in general. “SING IT GIRLFRAND.” You scream one last time, hoping Jenna joins in with the singing.

Though her eyes were on you now so she could sing to you, she was a great driver and had eyes everywhere so you two were always safe, “I want you bad as EVERRRR, don’t let me just let up.”

“I wanna give you better, baby, it’s whateverrrrr.�� Continuing on, a few more lines of you two belting each word out as if you were front row and Bryson’s concert, you two were so in love, so filled with raw emotions and lust and you didn’t think you could melt anymore in this car but as soon as the line left hand is steerin’ the other is grippin’ your thigh, Jenna grabs your thigh almost man handling it that her fingers divots into your skin making you gasp a little and in retaliation she giggles.

You can’t help but cheese at her as your cheeks paint with blush, your eyes sparking at hers as your Fenty highlighter compliments your eyes, its colour and configuration, and once Jenna sets her gaze on you again, that same hungry look as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks, hadn’t eaten you in weeks, when in reality she was drowning in your ocean last night, the way your slick coated her lips and tongue and the way she transferred it to you as she made her way to your lips devouring every inch of your mouth, her tongue sliding down your throat.

A bunch more RnB songs later, mainly consisting of Frank Ocean and Giveon, Jenna pulls into the location mentioned in the invitation. Anne was a host genius, she never held her dinners at the same place and never served the same food, this year, the location felt so regal, like royalty, embodying and making homage to her Princess Diaries days. Though you two were at the gates waiting to get the all clear from the guards, you could see the tan palace adorned with ivy all over from the distance, at the end of a long drive way with pine trees and rose bushes on the sides.

“Wonder if they’re running by foot to Anne to get the confirmation.” Jenna jokes out considering it was taking a while for them to open the gate, as she grew even more restless by the second, that same hand that was on your thigh slowly starts making its way towards your garden making you perk up a bit as the soft ticklish feeling takes you by surprise, and as much as you wanted her to keep going, you know you can’t let her.

“Baby...” You breathe out, trying to collect your senses as her warm fingers hooks underneath an opening of your panties, her middle finger right above your now pulsating clit.

“Say please, pretty girl.” Jenna practically barks at you, your mind is telling you no, but your body is indicating the opposite, your desire for her to dive into you, two fingers in you and another rubbing circles on your clit as she marks every visible inch of you purple.

You lean into her ear, making your hips buck up so her finger was resting on your clit, making you seethed into her ear, “baby, no, be patient.” In scenarios like these, you barely said no, you two were always down, bathing in pleasure, juices and cum. Not wanting to take your ‘no’ for an answer she whispers back, her attempt to seduce you, “if you were a sin, you’d be the one I’d indulge in.” God, after that you weren’t sure how much self-control you had left, when most of the time, your sensualities would have none. But one of you had to remember what decorum is and unfortunately, it had to be you.

As you guide her hands out of your panties, you hear her sigh and “aww,” as she licks the finger that made contact with your clit, making you giggle, but before you could reassure her that she was sure to have all of you tonight, the guards finally come back with their confirmation, opening the gate.

“We apologise for the delay Ms. Ortega and Ms. l/n, but you’re all clear, welcome.” You and Jenna flash a smile as she starts driving off, acting as if they didn’t nearly witness a free show. Once Jenna puts the car in park amongst the other luxury vehicles, Bugatti, Porsche, a white Ferrari even, the same scenario played out, your door would remain untouched by you as Jenna scurries out and opens the door for you, taking your hand and kissing it as you step out.

As you walked side by side, arms linked, Jenna made sure to slow down when walking up the stretched out tan stairs that led up to the glorious door, not wanting you to slip and hurt yourself. Jenna was also in heels but not as high as yours and the fact that she was wearing a suit made it easier for her to walk, not having to worry about slipping on a floor length dress.

When you two reach the top, the double doors are opened from the inside with doormen in fashionable, yet regal suits on both sides, bowing their heads slightly as you both walked in, almost as if you two were royalty. And the first thing you noticed was the grand staircase that stretched from one side of the room to another, adorned with an emerald, green runner, complimenting the gold railings that had sculpted art attached to them going downwards. “Fucking you on that staircase would be a dream.” Jenna whispers into your ears, you’re not surprised that she’s still horny and fiending for you because you felt the same.

“Y/N! JENNA!” You both turn your heads and see Anne in this gorgeous gold gown with a matching cape that was longer than her dress, greeting you both with open arms. The two of you greet her with glee, exchanging kisses on the cheek, making jokes about how long you two waited to get in, which made her laugh too, she ushered you two where the rest of the guests were, the decadent dining room with a pure crystal chandelier hanging from above, the décor was on point like every other year, and despite the dinner being a big executive dinner, the ambiance felt warm and welcoming, seeing people you’re close with, people you’ve seen at Anne’s annual dinner and some new faces you cannot wait to meet. Anne’s hospitable nature tells you to help yourself to the giant charcuterie board that was almost as long as the the table itself, she also mentioned that not everyone was here, but dinner will commence then.

For the next twenty minutes you catch up with old friends, well, you don’t think you can consider them as friends as all they ever did was treat you like a daughter so if anything, old mother figures? You hoped to talk to more people, but you hadn’t seen Sandra and Sarah in so long, it was set in stone that you three would stick together, gossiping and devouring the soft cheeses and spicy cured meats laid out in front of you, making sure not to spoil your appetite for the main event though whilst Jenna mingled with others across the room.

Once everyone arrived, Anne had everyone find their seats, the name cards above the plates indicating where you were sitting, obviously Jenna would be sitting beside you, on your left, and then she sat Sandra and Sarah in front of you, as you go to check who would on your right, the fangirl in you jumps out as you silently squeal, grabbing Jenna’s attention.

“What is it, hermosa?” She asks all confused as to why you reacted like this.

“Does this card read Malina Weissman, or am I tripping?” Pointing to the card a few inches away from yours.

Jenna leans in past your shoulders to read the card and confirms your statement, “yes, baby, that does say Malina, what about it?” And once Jenna confirmed it, you try so hard to contain your excitement, you swear you nearly vibrate the entire room, “baby?”

“It’s Malina Weissman.” You finally manage to spit out, only making Jenna more confused and slightly threatened seeing you gush over another woman.

“Yes, it is, she’s an incredible and very underrated actress but what’s with the fangirling?”

“I used to be OBSESSED with her when I was younger, I fell in love with her and her character Violet when I watched ASOUE.”

“In love?” Jenna softly scoffs, she won’t admit it, but jealousy was plaguing her, and it was so obvious that everyone around you two were snickering, and this included, Sandra Bullock, Sarah Paulson, Helena Bonham Carter, Rihanna, AND Anne Hathaway. You glare at them, giving them a ‘don’t instigate anything’ look but you knew they would either way.

“Well, not in love, I just had a slight crush on her, that’s all.” Pouting your lips as you lift your shoulders up and down, and before she could relax and let all her worries float away, your so-called mother figures who weren’t supposed to instigate anything, INSTIGATED SOMETHING.

“Uhhh, actually,” Sarah starts, “we heard it was a big crush, lasting a few years.” You shut your eyes hopping this wouldn’t go on, but your hope wasn’t strong enough. Rih continues, “and she even wrote and published a story on Wattpad where she was a love interest and wrote herself in as the main character.”

“YOU WHAT?” Jenna raises her voice, jealousy pouring out of her ears, you start laughing even though you wanted the instigating to stop, cupping her soft face yet tensed jaw, you reassure her, “baby, it was a long time ago.”

“Oh!” Anne starts.

You crane your neck past Jenna’s head to look at her, “oh, don’t start PLEASE.”

“We forgot to mention that y/n actually posted a tik tok about how infatuated she was over her and Malina saw and liked!” You lift your palms to your face, wanting your suffering to end.

“Both tik toks.” Sandra and Helena say in unison.

Jenna looks back at you with furrowed eyebrows, “TWO?” You give the five of them death stares, a stare only a daughter would give their mother, making them sit down and start fidgeting with their plates and start engaging with each other instead.

“Baby, you have nothing to worry about, she has a boyfriend and plus she doesn’t even swing this way.” You reassure her.

She pulls you in by your waist and nibbles your ear, whispering in “you’re mine and mine only.” Making your spine stand up straight and your neck hairs stick up, along with raising goosebumps all over your exposed skin.

“I’m yours and yours only.”

Before you two could break apart, you hear a soft cough behind you, “uh, I don’t mean to interrupt this cuteness, but it seems I’ve been seated next to you.” You turn around and see a beautiful woman with brunette hair, bangs, legs for days, the bluest eyes and the softest white skin you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. Brunette and bangs, it seems like you have a type.

Your eyes light up, “hi! Sorry, it’s so nice to meet you,” you extend your hand out, “oh, get that out of here.” She softly slaps your hand out of the way and pulls you in for a tight, welcoming hug, which you gladly reciprocate, however it gets the jealousy in Jenna starting again. After introductions, well tense introductions on Jenna’s part, Anne addresses the guests and has everyone seated and excited for the first course, a seafood marinara accompanied with pieces of fresh baguette.

Once settled in, you and Malina start talking more, laughing at each other’s jokes and enjoying the delicious food plated in front of you, you didn’t mean to, but it made Jenna even more jealous, seeing her girl, her lady, her woman entertaining another. To be fair, in Jenna’s eyes, everything was exaggerated.

“NO WAY, you used to have a crush on me?” Malina asks with wide eyes.

“Yessss way, you liked my tik toks too, made me freak out so hard.”

“Ahhhh, I’m flattered really, and if I so didn’t have a boyfriend and I did like girls that way, I so would’ve asked you out.” She confesses.

Woah oh. To no one’s surprise, the instigator fives and Jenna were listening into your conversation and once the five heard what she said, they all looked at each other with yikes on their faces. Jenna on the other hand had jealousy painted all over it, red for jealousy and green for greed, the way she was so possessive over you, how she couldn’t bare seeing you being flirted with. It wasn’t toxic or anything because it didn’t hurt you, actually you found it hot and attractive. Knowing she can’t make a scene, she grits her teeth and digs into the main course a surf n turf, which included seared steaks and the biggest lobster tail your eyes set on.

Halfway through eating the main course, you feel cold slender fingers caress your thigh up and down, you try your best to ignore it as you and Mali were locked in a conversation, but the more she moves towards your pussy, the harder it is for you to hold conversation with Mali. But because luck was on your side, someone from the other side of Mali, asked her a question, which she politely paused your conversation to answer them, giving you the chance to once again guide Jenna’s hands away from your pussy.

“Jenna, come on, decorum.” Was all you could say to her before turning back to Mali as her conversation was over with the other person, the fire in Jenna was burning with jealousy and now she was starting to get mad at you, the way you keep entertaining Malina, how Malina was gawking over what’s hers.

After the food part of the dinner was over, everyone was free to roam and mingle around the palace, Jenna was quick to leave her seat but you didn’t think anything of it, instead, you and your new friend Mali decide to continue your convos while touring the place. After five minutes, you find yourself admiring this giant painting and its colours with her along with talking about other things.

“Oh my, I forgot to mention earlier, but congrats on the new season of Black Mirror!”

“OH EM GEE, you watch it?”

“YES! I’m a big fan of Black Mirror and when I found out you were writing for season six, I was so stoked, I’m a huge fan of you and your work, so this was such a cool thing to experience.”

“Well, I am flattered, thank you very much.”

“Nooo, thank you.” Both of you guys start laughing, you don’t notice that Jenna found you guys and now is walking towards you two, but Mali does.

“Ah, there she is, your muse.” Mali points to Jenna and waves hello, Jenna waving back even though her feelings were all over the place.

“Her muse,” Jenna repeats, wrapping her arm around your waist, holding onto it tightly, a lot more than usual but it felt nice so you didn’t object to it.

“I really do hate to barge into this conversation, but could I steal y/n away for a moment?”

“It’s no problem at all, please go head, go do some cute couple shit, I’ll be around.” And with that, Jenna smiles at her, and whisks you away, you didn’t even have time to collect your thoughts or say a proper bye, to be fair you thought you’d be back. But now, Jenna leads you into one of the many luxurious bathrooms and locks the door shut.

“Baby?” You ask all confuse.

“The only words that will leave your mouth next is yes ma’am.” She says, ever so dominantly.

Not wanting to piss her off even more, which clearly you have, you comply, “yes ma’am.”

“Am I yours?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Only yours?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She takes a step closer to you, pinning you up against the wall with her own body, “then tell me, pretty girl,” all of a sudden, she brings her hand to your neck and grabs it, softly choking you, you can’t help but moan in the process, “why are you entertaining others?” Your mouth drops.

“Baby, I’m not.” You release in gasps, trying so hard not to moan, knowing she’d use it against you.

“No?”

You shake your head. Jenna notices the breathing pattern you’re releasing and realises it’s the same one you harbour when she’s fucking you senseless. “Oh, baby, are you my good girl?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to spit out, “please, just.”

“Just what? You want me to fuck you so hard that it’ll shut you up? Punish you for entertaining others, and you’d enjoy every single second of it, like the naughty girl you are, taking pleasure in something so dirty.” The grip on neck was stronger than ever, but Jenna knew how to do it properly, the safe way, making sure she didn’t suffocate you and that you were still able to breathe.

“God, yes, please, J-Jenna.” You start begging.

“Begging already?” She laughs at you, now letting go of your neck and grabbing both your hands and pinning them up above your head, “you’re pathetic, and easy.” She spits out.

“Please, I take pleasure in you, mark every inch of me, let the whole world know who I belong to.”

She scoffs, “you’re such a good girl, you’d let me do anything to you, let me mark every single inch of your body to show everyone that you’re mine and only mine, my good, obedient slut.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, lunging your head forward to get even the slightest taste of her.

“Oh? You want a kiss, not that easy, baby, you have to work for it.” She slowly lets go of your hands as she starts sucking on the top of your boobs, on the skin that is exposed, but she doesn’t stop, her hunger takes over, she pulls down the fabric covering the rest of your boobs and then she goes ham, sucking in your nipples, pleasuring your areolas, devouring each boob as if they were her last meal.

Your moans started soft, Jenna couldn’t hear them as she was too focused on smothering herself into you but as her force grows stronger, your moans grow louder, “nope,” she mumbles, she lifts her head up and locks eye contact with you, “you start moaning, and I stop, you think I’d give you the satisfaction of moaning after your little stunt? You thought wrong.” The gulp you let down was so strong you almost choke but you didn’t want Jenna to stop so you give into her commands.

Once she’s satisfied with your boobs, she starts caressing your curves as she starts kissing downwards, once she reaches your pussy, she takes one leg and slings it over her shoulder and you instinctively wrap it around your neck, lucky for her, the slit in your dress made it an easy access of her. She pulls down your panties and starts kissing the base of your vagina, working her tongue down to your clit, making you gasp, quickly realising what you had down, you place your palm over your mouth, hoping you don’t start moaning.

As she continues to lick every inch of your pussy, sucking the folds, sucking your clit and occasionally sticking her tongue into your entrance, you buck your hips towards her, wanting to make the most out of her tongue. She’s eating you out so good, she has all of you, every inch of your skin, every syllable that leaves your mouth, every letter of your name, it’s all hers. That tight coil feeling you know all too well starts building up and from the countless times Jenna has fucked you, she knows you’re close. But she can’t let you off that easily, once your eyes roll at the back of your head and your mouth opens, just waiting for a moan to escape, she pulls away. Looking at you with an evil grin plastered on her face.

“Fuck.” You mouth off, “why’d you stop?” Almost sounding annoyed.

“Well, well, well,” she laughs, “look who’s annoyed now, you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.” You moan.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, please Jenna, I need you in me, need your tongue to devour every bit of me, please.”

“Begging for me to fuck you?” She looks at you with pride on her face, “how pathetic,” she spits. “I want you to kneel like the good slut you are ang beg for it, beg me to fuck you mercilessly.”

You lean in to kiss her and as you let go of her top lip, you find yourself slowly kneeling down, not breaking eye contact and once you’re on your knees, you look at her with soft eyes, she grabs your jaw and lifts it slightly upwards, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Jenna, baby, please, I need you, need you so bad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to entertain her, I’m all yours, all yours to love, to use, to fuck, like the good slut I am.”

“Whew, hermosa, you drive me crazy, you want me to fuck you so bad?” You nod like a spring bouncing up and down. “You want me to use the strap?”

You gasp with excitement, “yes, baby, please.”

“Okay,” she caresses your cheek with her thumb, “we’re going to go home, tell Anne you don’t feel well, and then when we get home, I’m going to fuck you mercilessly, you want to be my slut so bad? Then my slut you shall be, and you’re going to take every single inch of me like the good girl you are, you’re mine, y/n, I’ll have you wishing that you never disobey me again.”

~~

The drive home was tense, there was so much tension in the air, you swore Jenna was going to stop the car and fuck you right there, on the side of the road. “God, you’re so tempting,” was the only thing she said to you on the way home, and as the metres grew shorter, the more your excitement grew stronger, once the car was in the garage, Jenna practically leaped out of her seat to open the door for you, once you stood up, you grabbed her collar and started violently making out with her, she pins you up against the car, slowly untying the back of your dress, as you slowly undo her buttons.

“Well Ms. Ortega, your lapel seems to harbour a lot of buttons, trying to make me work for it?”

“Always.”

As both of you are tongue deep in each other’s throats, you lead one another to your bedroom, slowly removing clothing on the way, where all carnage breaks loose. You start whimpering as you beg for her to take you, impatience as she attaches the strap and as she turns around, your mouth starts to salivate, moaning at the sight of her.

She signals at you to come forward, and you obey, “I bet you’re so tight and wet.”

“Come and find out.” And with that, she pushes you onto the bed making your boobs bounce as a result of recoil, she lifts both of your legs up and slings it over her shoulders, once again wrapping them around her neck as a reflex. She starts pounding into you and all those moans you held in earlier were letting loose, each pound resulted in a moan louder than the last. She was ravishing you, and though her strap was artificial, she could feel your walls closing in, she could feel the warmth and the slickness, you were so wet, she swore you formed an ocean.

With each thrust into you, the pleasure is too overwhelming that grab onto the bed sheets, with one hand near your mouth as you bite down on the side of your wrist, ensuring you leave a mark. “Yeah? You like that baby, don’t you.”

“F-fuck, yes, yes I do.”

“Say my name, y/n, say it.”

“J-J-Jenna, fuck, Jenna.” You moan out in small, short breaths, barely being able to say her name correctly.

“Good job, my sweet girl, now say your name, your pussy deserves praise too.”

“Fuck,” you start but now she’s pounding even stronger with long forceful strokes, “fuck, it’s.”

“It’s?”

“It’s- baby, I can’t, please, I need to cum, please let me cum.” That same coil feeling in your stomach is back but now it’s stronger than ever, considering you didn’t get to cum back in the bathroom. You can see the sweat illuminate Jenna’s beauty, her mouth open as she’s close to cumming too, your orgasms were always in sync.

“Mhmh yeah? Me too, fuck, fucking you so good, you forget your own name.” She moans, now grabbing your boobs and squeezing them like two big oranges, “who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“W-who?” She stutters out as her climax reaches ever so closely.

“Y-you, baby.” The same stutter gets to you as your climax is inching closer.

“My name, y/n, fuck.”

“I’m y-yours, Jenna-”

“Y/N!”

“FUCK.” You both say in unison as your orgasms crash into you two like a freight truck, her strokes slows down, helping you ride out the high, her breathing labours and so does yours, gasping for air like it was a contest, and as she pulls out, your slick connects your pussy and her strap, taking off the strap she then takes her hand and collects your juices and spreads it along your lips, tempted to lick it off, you don’t, you know what’s next. She crashes onto your body, onto your lips kissing your juices, your cum off your lips.

“You taste divine, cara mia.” She mumbles in between breaths, making you giggle, and as she moves off of your body to lay next to you, still kissing and biting every inch of your lips, “you drive me absolutely crazy, sweet girl.”

You pull away, “that’s the plan,” you cheese at her, shuffling your body down a bit so you could lay your head on her boobs, relaxing as the night goes on, you two are sure to fall asleep within the next hour but now you bathe in the pleasure, the lust, the love you two share with each other and no one else.

“You’re mine, and mine only.”

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a/n: you get a cookie if you can find all of the frank ocean references in this fic hehe, a kiss if you’re my wife, also extra points if you can guess the singer in the second pic i used 😚. fun fact, the entire Malina Weissman thing is 100% real, real to me, I used to have the FATTEST crush on her (still do) and she did like two of my tik toks!! Oh and that wattpad story… uh, next question😁

also sorry if like there’s mistakes, it’s 9am and i haven’t slept in like 19hrs so bare with me 😭🤍

tag list: @talialeih, @alexkolax (idkw it’s not working but you asked me to add you to my tag lists!! <3), @iamthewoe

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Close Enough

PART FOUR

Warning: angst, yearning, slow burn, teasing.

Word Count: 1,400

Ya'll, I am truly sorry and humbly ask for your forgiveness beforehand.

This part takes place immediately after the "The Mountain Pass" on the same night.

I wanted to thank you all so much for reading my silly little ideas. I am having so much fun writing this fan fic, and I hope you are all enjoying the content!

I honestly thought this was going to be one or two posts, but it's turning into something larger and more story driven. I promise, I have big ideas for it in the future and am glad to have you here.

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You sat around the fire with your comrades, your hair still damp from soaking in the hot spring. This dinner was quiet, unusually so, and there was a sense of tension that filled the air.

You chalked it up to nerves of facing a githyanki creche come sun rise as you took a bite of your stew. Gale was an exceptional cook, one of the many qualities you loved about him. Right as you went to break the silence and thank him for the delicious meal, Astarion spoke.

"So, anyone see anything of interest lately? Anything they wish to share with the class?"

He took a swig from his goblet, a satisfied look on his face. You glanced over at Gale from across the roaring flames, his head bowed as he fidgeted uncomfortably.

What was Astarion planning? What had he done? You wondered.

"The most interesting thing I have seen is Goblin viscera on cobblestone, I find your Fae-Run incredibly dull." Lae'zel spoke matter of fact.

"Faerun" you all corrected her in unison.

She rolled her eyes, "Chk".

"Ehm, Thank you, Lae'zel for your colorful input as always." Astarion bowed his head.

"Gale! What about you? I'm sure an astute and accomplished wizard such as yourself must have noticed something exciting!"

Gale choked on his stew, coughing and hacking. It took him several moments after a sip of wine from his goblet to once again compose himself.

"Nothing that would be appropriate to discuss while eating dinner amongst friends, I'm afraid," he hissed.

You assessed them both through narrowed eyes, Gale glanced at you and immediately shot his head down when he noticed your staring. His face and ears red hot.

You glared at Astarion, ready to snap his neck. He must have told Gale, or at the very least let something slip off his putrid tongue.

"What about you, Tav? I'm sure our fearless leader has many of stories to tell us!" Karlach chimed in, joining Astarion's fun.

"Two dead idiots if they don't stop talking," You seethed, causing both of them to burst out laughing.

"Actually, I saw a squirrel eating a dead badger on the way over here." Shadowheart added.

"What?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm not joking," she pointed up the hill "over there somewhere".

"And you didn't drink the 'speak with animals' potion to ask him about it because...?" You asked.

"I'm sure it had it's reasons." Shadowheart shrugged indifferent.

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Your belly was full, your muscles relaxed, as you collapsed into your bedroll for the night, pulling the sheets to your chin.

You were just drifting into slumber when the stir of your tents entry way caught your attention.

"Go away, Astarion!" Your jaw clenched, your back facing him.

"If you think you'll get a sip from me after all that mockery, you have another thing coming! In fact, I assume you've already told Gale so our deal is off entirely. You won't be getting another bite from me." You snapped.

"Told me what, exactly?" Gale replied.

Your blood turned to ice as you shot up and faced the entryway. You blinked hard, but it appeared as though you were in fact, not dreaming. Gods, what a living nightmare.

"Gale, I - I wasn't expecting you, I'm sorry I thought..." You trailed off, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. Your cheeks and chest were flushed, but you were grateful it was dark enough that Gale could not possibly see just how red you were.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, truly, I shall take my leave and see you come morni-"

"No, no - it's okay, please, have a seat." You regretted the words the second they fell from your lips.

Gale did as he was told, he crouched and sat on his knees before you. Gods, he looked so good on his knees. You shook your head, pushing the thought from your mind before it had the chance to take shape.

"What, ehm, what can I help you with this evening?" You asked.

For the first time in a long time the both of you held eye contact for more than a mere second. His eyes held guilt. You tilted your head slightly to the side, awaiting his response.

He inhaled deeply before starting, and you noticed his body was trembling ever so slightly.

"Firstly, I wanted to... apologize. It has come to my attention that I have not been very approachable, nor kind these last few days, and for that I am truly sorry. I regret how I acted at the party, it was most unwise and careless." He paused for a moment, gathering himself.

"Despite what I have shown, I care very deeply about you. I hold you in quit high regard, in fact. I care how you... how you see me, which leads me to my second revelation."

Your back straightened, your eyes searching his for answers before his lips could answer.

"I have not been entirely honest, about the orb..."

He spoke to you at length about his affliction, every gritty and shocking detail. Karsus's folly, how the Netherse orb burrowed in his chest was that of a ticking time bomb.

"Come, place your hand upon my heart and I shall show you," he offered you his hand and you took it.

He placed your hand on his bare skin, just underneath his tunic and your breath caught in your throat.

The room suddenly bloomed with intense purple as the two of you connected and for the first time, Gale allowed you to truly see.

"How are you alive?" You whispered, slowly pulling your hand away, your head was spinning from what Gale had shown you.

Gale bowed his head to you humbly.

"I understand should you wish to turn me away, I will not argue. Just say the word and I shall take my leave." He could not bring himself to meet your gaze.

You placed a trembling hand under his chin, coaxing him to look at you once more. His eyes were filled with regret, embarrassment.

"I am a mere shadow of my former self," he sighed, pressing his cheek into the palm of your hand. In that moment he looked so tired.

Your thumb rubbed along his stubble in soothing strokes.

"Gale, you are you, and that is enough. You are one of us, you needn't leave." You spoke in a hushed tone.

For the first time in this conversation a smile fell on his lips.

"Thank you, truly, from the bottom of my now rallied heart, I thank you." He whispered.

You felt as if all of time had frozen around you in this moment. Your eyes trailed from his down to his lips, how you wished that he would always smile. He was so beautiful when he smiled.

The both of you sat still in silence, your hand still caressing his cheek, wetness pooling at your slit. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing hot and heavy. God, I want to taste him, you thought. Your knees pinched together, trying to stop the yearning you felt. You were so wet, just from looking at his lips and feeling his breath on your skin. He smelt of books, vanilla, and sandalwood with a hint of brandy on his tongue.

He placed his rough and calloused hand over yours, cementing it to his cheek where it had yet to move from.

"Gale, I... I want -" You stammered meekly.

"What do you want?" He asked, panting, leaning closer to you.

He placed a hand firmly on your thigh and a gasp snuck out from between your parted lips. You were trembling, cowering under his intense and dark gaze.

There was hardly any distance between you now, your lips all but brushing together. The orb fluttered to life with an intense and sudden glow that made you avert your eyes from it's blinding light, yet your body remained in place.

You leaned in to finally close the distance, to finally taste and feel him.

"Solider! You're not going to believe this!" Karlach shouted as she ruffled your tents fabric desperately searching to enter. You and Gale shot back from one another, severing the physical connection.

"What?" You hissed pointedly as she popped her head inside your tent.

"Shadowheart and I found that squirrel she told us about, and you will not believe what he had to say!"

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Oral (m,f), facefucking, dirty talk, cockwarming, cumplay, overstimulation.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies, here is the next chapter that I have furiously written because I can and I want to and also just because I can hehe. Aemond having the reader say she wanted to taste him definitely made this man more feral than he already is. Enjoy <3

Chapter 71: A House of Gods

Aemond had brought you to your peak swiftly and passionately on his fingers after.

You had laid atop his chest, basking in the afterglow of the morning and enjoyed the warmth that his body had brought to you.

The pleasure that he had given you. 

When the maids arrived to the chambers, Aemond had pulled the sheets over the both of you and let the maids leave the food on the table for you to eat. You dressed together, and ate together, and Aemond reiterated that he would be spending the day with you, not the King. 

You were strangely grateful that he was putting in the effort to create some form of understanding between the both of you, as well as giving you an option of a buffer between you and the King.

Treading carefully, you insisted that you wanted to spend time with him in the chambers instead, worrying that Aegon would be lurking about the Gardens in wait of you. 

Aemond had been all too happy to oblige, agreeing without a moment of thought, likely thinking that you wished to repeat the activities of the morning again.

The day was spent in his company, reading together by the fire, conversing in small talk and memories of the past, though avoiding certain topics or people, as well as taking him once more in your mouth as a thanks, and not at all because you enjoyed the way he sighed and moaned beneath you. 

Or so you told yourself.

When Aemond had tried to reciprocate the act, you had felt shy and told him no, that you both would have plenty of time for that now that he was back, and promised him that you would let him indulge himself between your thighs later. Aemond, sulkily, complied and went back to reading his book, though not without dragging a teasing finger along your thighs or arms as he did mindlessly.

It was odd.

The entire day felt entirely too normal. 

Too domestic. 

And the more moments that you shared with Aemond like this, the more you thought of whether this was what it was supposed to be like. That this is what you could have had together. What you had dreamt of having when you were younger. What you had even discussed together childishly in secret hallways or beneath the Godswood.

And even the mere thought of it made your heart clench. 

Regardless, it was nice to bask in the glow of a day that did not set you on edge, nor tear your sanity to pieces.

The bubble of the day however, was burst when Ser Criston Cole had come to your chambers, knocking at the door before being let in by your own knight.

He had stood at the entrance, eyes passing between the both of you and how you sat; Pressed up against Aemond’s side on the chaise, book in lap, and his large hand on your thigh, fingers unconsciously soothing the skin.

“The King wishes for you to dine with him this evening.” Cole spoke to the both of you, yet only looking at Aemond. 

“Cole.” Aemond greeted the man, “I am tired from my travels. Please tell the King I wish to recuperate with my Lady Wife in our-“

“The King commands it.” Cole spoke again, tone final and having interrupted Aemond. 

Cole had interrupted Aemond.

You felt his hand on your thigh twitch, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hand over the top of his and attempted to soothe it, so that the stinging pain that began to bloom in your thigh would stop.

Aemond’s lips pursed, and he turned looking away back to the fire. 

There was his answer.

His acquiescence.

Aemond did not turn to face you, nor did he take his gaze away from the flames. Ser Criston Cole had left without a word, and the doors shut softly behind him.

The two of you sat in silence until the knight outside had knocked on the door and entered when given a grunt of approval from Aemond. He had come into the chambers, head down in submission, and quietly told you that you had both been summoned to dine with the King, and that your presence had been requested now. 

Aemond stood reluctantly and held a hand out to you, helping you to stand beside him.

He looked on edge, not anxious, but rather concealing his irritation terribly. The both of you walked together, hand in hand, to the small Dining Hall. 

His grip grounded you, and you felt that it was for the benefit of the both of you. Not just for you, but for him too.

When the doors opened, Aemond refused to let go of your hand, and you had looked up at him in confusion. It was not often where a man and his wife would hold hands when entering chambers with guests, especially in the presence of a more conservative audience such as the Hightowers. 

It was not proper, and yet Aemond did not let go of you. 

It was as though he was laying claim to you.

Mine.

The Small Council sat where they always did about the table, with Aegon in the middle, Conquerors crown sitting heavily atop his wavy silver hair. His eyes dropped to your hands as you ascended the small steps, coming to the table where Aemond only let go of it to pull out your seat for you. 

Aegon’s brow was drawn as he looked at it, and you could have sworn you saw his jaw tick. Alicent had also noticed the shift between you and her son, except her reaction was different. 

Instead of a frown, her eyes gazed upon the both of you softly. 

In approval.

She likely was thinking of how her match was a good choice.

When you were seated and the food was brought to the table, Alicent spoke a quiet prayer as she always did, which you had now grown accustomed to hearing. 

“May the Father protect us from those who wish to see us burn.” She began, head down and hands upon the table, “May the Mother watch over us and keep us safe, may she bless us with a healthy heir and love.”

You stomach turned as you looked at her.

“May the Smith continue to mend the rifts that have divided us, and ensure the Treaty keeps us safe.” 

You eyes flitted to Aegon as she continued.

He was watching you and Aemond, whose head was bowed beside you in prayer, ever diligent and loyal to his mother and the Seven Faith. The Kings eyes danced back and forth before stopping on you, a malicious smirk winding its way onto his face. 

It made you shudder.

As the prayer ended you all ate together, sounds of the cutlery on plates and murmurs filling the room. Small talk was scattered about here and there, but by and large, there was an unspoken tension which continued to build. 

Something was amiss, and everyone seemed to know it.

The entire time you ate, you felt the heated gaze of Aegon on you. Dark violet eyes never once leaving your face or body, as they trailed down to your cleavage. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and your skin prickle. 

Something was wrong. 

“You look to be in better spirits this evening.” Aegon’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, parting the uncomfortable atmosphere from the others present to create a clear path to its intended victim. 

You.

Swallowing the food in your mouth, you dabbed the corners of your lips with your napkin, taking your time to think. Taking your time to breathe. Taking your time to think of how to respond without it coming back to get you.

“It is good to have my Lord Husband back in the Keep. Our time together seems few and far between as of late.” You eyed Aegon, taking caution with how you worded your response. 

Cocking his head to the side, Aegon’s wavy hair touched his shoulder as he pouted at you.

“Few and far between indeed. My brother is a man of duty, and when his duty calls, he tends to it.”

Aemond placed his cutlery down on the table, sensing your unease.

“Whatever my King needs of me, I shall do, brother.” Aemond spoke, voice soft and low. 

Unthreatening. Meek. Submissive.

Very unlike Aemond. 

He sensed something was afoot.

Aegon smiled widely, drinking from his cup before placing it down with a loud swallow.

“And that is why you are my most trusted member of the council.”

“Aemond has proven himself in many ways. It will be good for him to find rest here in Kings Landing again.” Alicent began, smiling at her younger son. 

Aegon hummed loudly, and his lips pulled down into a frown.

A heavy stone settled in the pit of your stomach.

“An unfortunately short rest I am afraid.” Aegon began, looking at you and then to Aemond.

Aemond stiffened.

“It seems there is much to do in the realm, and who better to do it than the famed Prince One-Eye and his dragon to install fear into those who defy us.”

“My King…” Aemond began, but was swiftly cut off by Aegon again. 

“Duty calls in Harrenhal, brother. It seems they require your presence on the morrow. Unfortunate for your wife, as she will be left to miss you once again. I will ensure that she is not deprived of company.”

Bile rose in your throat.

“And what is this duty that is needed of me?”

“I will have a scroll sent to your chambers this eve-“

“Tell me now.” Aemond snapped, patience evaporating.

“What did you say brother? I thought I heard you try to command me?” Aegon sneered.

Alicent, quick on her toes with her sons, and used to the pair and their incessant bickering, jumped to defend Aemond, trying to deflect her his sharp tone.

“I am sure Aemond is tired from his travels and is disappointed to know that he is to leave so soon aft-“

“You have all of tonight to get between her legs if that what makes you so angry.” Aegon smiled.

Aemond’s hand twitched on the table, whilst the other sat in his lap tightened into a fist. 

“Is it possible for Aemond to stay just a few nights more?” You began, tone soft, “Then he can perform his duty to the crown as he always does. I am sure he needs not-“

“I’m sorry, are you trying to advise me, the King, on how to rule?”

You wouldn’t know how to rule if it hit you in the face.

“No, uncle. I am merely saying, that I know I would like to spend more time with-“

“Aemond is to leave on the morrow, and if he does not, I would argue that it is an act of treason going against your King’s command. Is it not, brother?” Aegon grinned widely, and Aemond’s lips pressed into a tight line. 

Sensing his anger beginning to peak, you grasped Aemond’s hand in your lap, bringing it up to your lips to kiss. You swallowed thickly, looking at his side profile until he turned his gaze to you. 

“You will be back home in no time.” You tried to reassure him, watching as his jaw clenched. 

The air in the room was thick, and Aegon kept his gaze on Aemond, who turned to stare down his brother once more. Alicent opened her mouth to speak again, but you intercepted before she could. 

“The hour is late, and I would like to spend the remainder of the evening with my Lord Husband before he is to travel again tomorrow for you.” Standing, you kept Aemond’s hand in yours, pulling him to your side, “I ask that you excuse us so that we may retire. It has been a tiring day for us both.” You kept your eye on Alicent before flicking it to Aegon who sat back and smiled.

“I'm sure you will need all the time you can get to say your farewells.” Aegon intoned, and you wished to hit him in the teeth. To watch them fold backwards into his mouth, pulling away from his gums.

Aemond took the lead and bowed his head to Aegon, muttering Your Grace, before you left the chambers behind quickly and quietly, with a lingering tension and sense of dread between the both of you.

The walk back to the chambers was tense, and you could feel the anger rolling from Aemond in waves beside you. 

Soothe him.

Or you will bare the brunt of his anger.

“Aem, slow down.” You asked Aemond, who pulled you along the corridors by your hand. 

He slowed his step, hand tightening around yours as he muttered beneath his breath.

“He does this with purpose.” Aemond grumbled, eye locked on the path ahead of him. 

You squeezed his hand gently, pulling it to your side to slow his pace even further. 

“I am sure the King-“

“The King is a petulant child.” He growled, head turning to face you, "He does this to spite me. He sees the dust begin to settle, and decides to stir it once more for his own entertainment.”

“I do not wish for you to go.” You said after a beat.

“I have no choice but to. He threatened treason. Twat.”

“Surely there is someone else who can go in your place. He wishes to seperate us.” You tested the waters.

"He has found his new toy to play with. And rediscovered his old one.” You neared the chambers, turning a corner as the knight held open the doors for you to enter. 

You were Aegon’s new toy. 

And Aemond was his old one.

You entered and watched as the knight shut the door behind him, feeling safer about poking the wound without the eyes or ears of others. 

Aemond moved to pour himself a wine, and another for you before handing it over. He did not sit in his armchair as he always did, instead standing beside the fireplace to look at its flames as his hands gripped the goblet tightly.

“Aegon wishes to make a fool of you.” You began, stepping towards him, placing your goblet on the fireplace, “Commanding you like a dog to do his bidding, whilst he drinks and whores.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched, and his face snapped to you.

Fuck.

Thinking quickly on your feet you continued, “Is it not enough that you do his duties for him? That you act as the Prince Regent without the title? He mocks you at every turn. I do not wish to see you become the joke at court like I have.” 

You came to stand in front of him, his dark gaze locked on you as he sipped his wine. 

“Is it not bad enough that the courts whisper about Alys? Now they too shall whisper about your constant leave? Of how you serve as the Kings lap dog?”

You grabbed his free hand, holding it in the both of yours as you looked at him passionately, "You are a Prince. The blood of the dragon and Old Valyria. Perzys dakogon rȳ aōha ānogar.” Fire runs through your blood.

“You ride the mighty Vhagar, and yet he has you carrying out the tasks that a lower Lord would do.” You shook your head, falsely portraying anger and disgust, “Aegon openly mocks you at court when you are gone. He comes to me, and questions your manhood. Questions your ability to please me as a husband, and as a man. He has mocked you vagrantly in front of Ser Cole. In front of Lord Jasper Wylde.” 

Aemond’s grip tightened around one of your hands, and it took all that you had within you to not wince as his bruising grip squeezed your bones together painfully.

“I defend your honour at every turn, but he seems to always find a new way to question it. It is as though we are children again. I am at a loss of how I am supposed to continually support my husband when he is not here to defend himself!”

“Aegon has no honour, and yet questions mine. He is a pathetic waste of space, unfit to be King.”

“You should be King.”

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them. 

The room fell quiet, and the air around you stilled. 

Aemond’s gaze turned darker as he looked at you, hand gripping yours viciously. There was silence, and you struggled to find a way to come back from what you said. To come back from the treasonous comment you had made to none other than the King’s own brother. 

Ice cold dread ran through your veins as you held his stare, breath caught in your throat. 

He was going to tell Aegon. 

They would kill you.

Or worse.

The treaty would end. 

It would all be for naught. 

The pain, the sorrow, the lo-

“Get on your knees.”

You blinked, looking at your uncle as he continued to stare at you, determination gleaming in his eye.

He wanted you to kneel and beg for forgiveness. To pray to the Seven for his mercy. To beg him to not tell-

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” He spat out, eye narrowed. 

You swallowed thickly, legs beginning to shake as you looked at the anger that radiated from Aemond’s pores. Slowly, you bent your knees, pulling your skirts up so that you would not fall forward on them. The cold stones bit into your skin as you knelt, knowing that bruises would appear on the morrow.

Kneel and save your life. 

Beg and ask for forgiveness.

To live with shame, is better than to die.

You looked up at Aemond from your position, his eye cast down on you as he held his head straight. Looking at you as if you were nothing but a worm, a bug. A commoner. He released your hand and you brought it to your front with the other, softly twisting your fingers together in anxiety.

Why was he so quiet?

Did he want for you to apologise?

Was he waiting for you to begin?

“I-I'm sorry, Your Grace. I must learn to hold my tongue. That was a vile act of treason-“

“Quiet.” He commanded. 

You lowered your head and eyes, shaking in the spot, though the way he loomed over you spread warmth into your core for unknown reasons. The false apology bitter on your tongue.

“Look at me.”

You took a shuddering breath, preparing yourself for him to be swift with his beating, or for him to call to the knight at the door to summon the guards. 

“I said, look at me.” He repeated, your eyes finally looking up at him. A large hand came to press against your cheek and you fought the urge to flinch away from his touch. 

“Say it again.” He whispered, looking at you.

Say it again? 

He wished for you the apologise again?

“I’m sorry, Your-“

“No.”

You looked at him in confusion. If he didn’t want you to apologise, then wh-

Oh.

Licking your lips you took a grounding breath, hoping this was not to be your last words. 

“You should be King.” You whispered, bracing yourself for his blow. 

“Louder.”

You cleared your throat and looked at him, seeing movement at his front. Your eyes dropped down to his breeches, where the outline of his stiffened cock protruded at the front. 

Oh.

He was aroused?

He liked it.

With the relief that you may not be punished, you took a breath of confidence, looking back up at him. Your hands moved upwards slowly, resting against the front of his breeches where the tie was. Aemond did not move to stop you or correct you, and so you continued. 

When your hands rested against the top of his pants, you spoke confidently and lowly. 

“You should be King.” You all but purred.

You felt a shudder roll through Aemond’s body at the words, his cock jumping in his breeches. His chest rumbled, and the hand against your face moved to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“Hm.”

Taking your queue, you began to unlace his pants, slowly, as you kept your eyes on his face, not daring to look away from the man. From your position, he exuded power, dominance, and strength. 

And it made your core ache.

Sway him.

You pulled the last of the ties and his pants loosened, slightly dropping to reveal the hair that dusted against his pubic bone. The beginning of his hardened shaft peeking through the open gap. With sturdy hands you helped to pull him from the confines, holding his warm and heavy weight in your hand. The pants lowered slightly more, revealing his stones to the room.

You gripped him in your palm and began to run your hand up and down his length, ensuring that your eyes were still on his face as he watched you, lips wet from his tongue. Aemond sighed above you as you continued the movement, feeling him harden further in your grip.

“You would be a better King than Aegon. You are worthy of the Conquerors Crown.” You praised, watching as his lips parted and a small breath fell forth. 

Leaning forward you kissed his tip, tongue darting out to catch a bead of his arousal that began to leak from his slit. Aemond groaned as he looked at you, your lips parting to take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it wetly. 

Aemond moaned and thrusted forward, his length sinking into your mouth.

“Anyone would be better than that cunt. Useless.” He groaned as he began to thrust into your waiting lips, your eyes cast upwards watching him. You hummed in agreement around him, spurring him to continue.

“He knows nothing of duty. When has Aegon ever known duty?” Aemond began to fuck your throat faster, a line of spit beginning to fall from your lips as you held still for him, “When has he ever deserved the throne?”

Aemond’s large hands grabbed the sides of your face, thrusting deeply into your throat as you gagged.

“He is a child,” He spat, thrusting roughly into the back of your throat, a tear falling down your cheek, “Spoilt and growing fat on his own desires. A rat.”

“How many years have I had to look after him, to dote on him. To clean him up. Teach him his duties.” Aemond continued his rant, spit dripping down your throat thickly, wetting the front of your gown, “For mother. For Grandfather. He is pathetic. He makes me sick.” He empathised his disgust with a particularly hard thrust.

You gagged around his length, hands fisting against the front of his breeches for stability, feeling his stones brush against your chin.

“He dares to question me? My manhood?” Thrust, “My ability to please my wife? He doesn’t even know how wet you get.” Thrust, “How slick your cunt gets for me.”

You pulled back eyes wet with tears, holding his shaft as you let him fall from your lips inhaling deeply, his hand tightened on your cheeks as he looked down at you waiting. You moaned, licking the tip as he continued.

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good wife. So loyal. So full of duty. Always eager to please me.”

“Yes.” You whined, taking him back in your mouth, letting him fuck into it again.

It was filthy, letting him use your mouth for his pleasure like this. But listening to him rage about his brother only served to excite you, feeling yourself grow wet beneath your gown. And it only served to motivate your actions. 

It was working.

“It should be me.” Aemond growled and you hummed around his length, “I should be King. Not him. Not that useless wastrel. If only mother had given me the throne.”

His pace began to become sloppy, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking against his hard length, trying to coax him to his peak. You felt him twitch on your tongue, the taste of his arousal consuming you.

“You would be my Queen.” He moaned loudly, and you heart stopped in your chest, “My Merciless Queen.”

Queen.

My Queen.

"Just as you deserve. Just as I deserve. Aegon and Visenya reborn.” He continued, unaware of how his words truly affected you.

Your core clenched, and a new wave of arousal spread through you. 

Queen. 

You moaned loudly on his length, pushing your tongue upwards to lick at his shaft as he paused, cock heavy in your mouth. You blinked up at him panting, no doubt looking disheveled, knelt on the floor, spit and drool handing from your lips and pooling on your breasts. 

Your chest heaved and a blush settled around your cheeks as you wrapped your lips around him tighter.

“Fuck. You like that? You treasonous little cunt.” Aemond began thrusting again, pushing the hair that had fallen around your face backwards, pulling it at the roots and using it as a way to pull your head down onto his cock, “Mmm. Fuck.” He moaned.

Your knees ached beneath you, and you squirmed in your position, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing and desire that was left unattended to. 

“So filthy, down on your knees like a whore. Qogralbar." Fuck, Aemond began to roughly fuck your mouth, using your hair to pull you down his length, gags falling from your lips as tears wet your cheeks. 

Every invigorated thrust caused his tip to hit the back of your throat, your stomach turning as he chased his peak, his heavy stones brushing against your chin. The smell of him surrounding you, heady, musky, and full of desire. It was arousing. It was maddening, and you needed more.

“Going to fuck my seed into your cunt. My perfect Queen.”

Aemond pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, a loud gasp pulling into your chest as you sucked in a breath. A string of saliva connected your lips to his tip and Aemond smirked down at you crudely. A hand left your hair and stroked your cheek, coming to brush the spit from your lip, your mouth opening for him as he pushed it inside. 

Aemond hummed, watching as you sucked at the digit. 

“Open your mouth.” He commanded, looking down at you, thumb still pressed against your tongue. 

You opened wide, tongue pushing against his finger, confusion rising within. 

Aemond leant forward lips pursed, and spat into your mouth. You flinched, feeling it land wetly on your tongue where he had been stroking it with his thumb. 

You should be disgusted. 

You should be offended. 

But you weren’t. 

You were full of desire. 

You whimpered, and Aemond’s thumb brushed against your bottom lip as he looked at you, mouth still open with his spit inside. 

“Swallow for your King.” He groaned, and you shuddered as you swallowed his spit, thighs rubbing together. 

Aemond bent down and slammed his lips against yours, pulling your face close to his with the back of your head, tongue swiping into your mouth as you kissed him back breathlessly. A whimper flitted past your lips and into his mouth. 

Aemond pulled away, his lone eye watching you carefully before he reached out and grabbed you, hoisting you up into his arms. Your stomach swooped from the swiftness of it, and then settled as he moved across the room to throw you onto the bed. Your body bounced atop the sheets as you looked at him slowly reach for his cock, dragging his hand up and down his length. 

You panted and watched him, desire coursing through you. 

Slowly, you parted your legs from him, skirt of your gown gathering into your lap as your centre was revealed to him and the room. Aemond groaned as he caught sight of your glistening cunt, slick leaking from your core. With both hands he grabbed your ankles and yanked you down the bed towards him, a small squeak flying from your mouth. 

Aemond rubbed his tip against your slit, pressing against your bud before lining himself up with your core. He pushed in roughy, not preparing you, but your slick was more than enough to ease the stretch and help him glide inside smoothly. 

You moaned loudly into the chambers as he pushed himself to the hilt, feeling you clench around him, pleasure blooming in your stomach. It felt good, it felt hot, it felt right. Aemond kept his hands on you, one on your thigh, and the other bending your leg up by the ankle to reach deeper within you.

“Fuck, so perfect for me.” He moaned, looking down at you.

You keened at his praise, core clenching around his length as he began to thrust into you. 

“Ao hae bona?” You like that?

“Ao hae skori aōha dārys qogralbar ao?” You like when your King fucks you?

“Kess.” Yes, You moaned, hands griping the sheets, feeling your peak begin to rapidly build inside of you.

“Please, kepus.” You moaned, one hand turning to grip his own on your thigh as he fucked you roughly on the bed, your breasts bouncing in the confines of your dress. 

"Sīr sȳz.” So good, He praised, his pace becoming rougher, the tip of his cock bullying your cervix. 

Aemond’s hands moved under the back of your thighs, pushing them up and folding them against your chest, opening you up further to him, causing a spark of delight to race through you. 

“Qogralbar, kessa.” Fuck, yes, You whined, the front of his pelvis rubbing roughly against your pearl with each thrust, warmth spreading through your body quickly. 

“Please, Aemond.” You begged, feeling your release begin to mount. 

Aemond’s pace quickened as he kept your legs pinned to your chest, eye watching your face, before sliding down your body to watch where you were connected, your slick coating his cock.

“So fucking wet, and all for me.” He moaned, and thrusted deeply inside, pushing up against the end of your cunt, a twinge of discomfort causing you to wince. 

Aemond leant down and kissed you, feeling you begin to tighten around him, the change in angle causing the tip of his cock to brush over the soft spongey spot within you. You moaned loudly, your back arching off of the bed as your eyes scrunched closed. 

“Jurnegon rȳ nyke.” Look at me, Aemond growled as he continued to fuck you, face close to yours, “Want you to look at me when you peak. Want you to know it’s me who makes you feel this. No one else. Aegon could never make you feel the way I do.” He rambled, his thrusts getting sloppier. 

The coil within wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

“You. No one but you, only you, Aem.” You whined, looking him in the eye as you panted. 

One hand left your thigh and slid down to your core, his fingers moving to swirl around your wet bud in dizzying circles. 

“Need to feel you clench around my cock. Give it to me.” He urged you.

His skilled fingers pressed into your pearl, slick causing them to move sloppily. You whimpered and whined, feeling your release approach you rapidly. Aemond bent down and placed a wet kiss to your neck and the coil snapped. 

Your mind went blank as pleasure coursed through you, Aemond’s pace not once faltering or slowing, fingers and cock prolonging your release as you whined beneath him. Heat spread through your body as he continued, the wet sound of your release around his cock in the chambers. 

“Konīr jā, sȳz riña. Sīr gevie. Vēttan syt nyke.” There you go, good girl. So beautiful. Made for me.

Your core spasmed around his length as his cock continued to brush against your pleasure spot inside. Each thrust prolonging your release, pitiful whines pealing from your lips.

Aemond’s thrusts began to falter and become sloppy as he chased his own peak. 

“Jāre naejot tepagon ao ñuha nūmo.” Going to give you my seed, He groaned.

“Please.” You whimpered, feeling his cock throb inside of you. 

Aemond thrusted into you deeply, holding himself deep within as he came with a grunt. Ropes of his seed coated your womb as you lay folded beneath him. Your core clenching around him as the warmth of his cum pooled inside. 

Aemond moaned as he felt you grip him, cock twitching from overstimulation. Aemond shifted, pressing his fingers back against your pearl and began to swirl them, keeping his cock firmly planted inside of you. 

“Need to feel you again. One more, zaldristos. You can do it.” He cooed, forcing you to another peak.

“Ah,” You jerked beneath him sensitive, “Aemond, fuck.” You whined, feeling the coil already begin to tighten, your cunt gripping him tightly. 

“Thats it. Give it to me. Give it to your King.” He commanded, and the coil snapped again.

Your back arched off of the bed as you moaned, eyes shut tightly as you were brought to another peak, a twinge of pain from the sheer force of it. Your core clenched around him, still inside of you, and you heard Aemond hiss and push into your heat deeper.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, slowly coming down from your high. You could feel his seed beginning to drip from within you, leaking down onto the sheets below. 

“Vok.” Perfect, He praised, and you felt a blush spread across your cheeks. 

The Prince stayed hunched over you at the edge of the bed, a hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. Aemond leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, cock throbbing within you.

He moved to pull out, his cock sliding through your folds slowly as you whined, but instead of pulling out completely, he kept his tip inside, before pushing back into you. You whimpered, feeling overstimulated but sparks of pleasure crackling in your core.

Aemond pulled out again, not quite all the way before pushing back inside. He had not softened, and was still hard. 

And clearly aroused. 

He began to fuck himself slowly into you, watching as your face contorted beneath him, feeling heat in your limbs rising, and rising. Your bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat, the smell of sex in the air.

Aemond continued to fuck you slowly, watching your face until he brought you to your peak once more, silencing you with a kiss before filling you with his seed again. It was only then did he pull out, and helped you to curl beneath the sheets, undressing you with tender hands, and then himself. 

As you laid in his arms, fatigue beginning to drag you under, he made promises to you that he would return back the King’s Landing swiftly as he did this time. He promised that nothing would happen to you, and that you would be safe. He promised that he would always come back to you.

And whilst a small part of you wished to believe him, you couldn’t.

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Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal, Ch 12

A/N: Here's the real post, as promised! Thank you for the feedback I've received over on AO3. I know I'm bad at responding to comments but I read each one of them and hold them close to my heart. This is my grand reentrance back into the world of smut and I'm glad to see you're enjoying it!! As always, your support is the reason this fic still lives and I'm eternally grateful for all of it. Happy reading!! ☺

Rating: Explicit Word count: 6.1k Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Female Durge (named Tav, mortal) Warnings: 18+, pregnancy, PiV sex, light dom/sub dynamics, AA daydreams of pegging for like 2 secs, slight praise kink if you squint, blood drinking. Summary: Astarion and Tavaria further solidify their bond.

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The smile around his eyes fades near instantly. For a split second, Astarion's face is blank; devoid of any sign pointing to his thoughts. An uneasiness creeps over Tav as she fears she's pushed him too far. But then she watches his eyelids fall like soft velvet curtains over pools of ruby red, his jaw going slack. The vampire slowly tracks a path down the length of her chest, past her stomach, all the way between their legs. His chest rises as a quiet gasp leaves him.

Perhaps Astarion sees the phantom of her there: He on his back, Tav hovering over him. A phallic toy strapped to her plush hips as she thrusts with wanton abandon into his pliant form. Taking himself in hand, he pumps feverishly over his swollen flesh. Watching, mesmerized, as her full breasts sway with each rock of her hips. She'll kiss him, so passionate and sweetly, the familiar taste of her filling his mouth, until he cries out when his release finds him. With each tremor that ripples through his form, his seed will spill in thick ropes onto his stomach. All thought will then creep to a halt as they bathe in the blissful afterglow of their shared pleasure.

Astarion shudders above her, dragging his eyes lazily back up her form, coming to rest on her face. His chest heaves now with heavy breath. He must have enjoyed the vision his mind conjured, she thinks, judging by the flushness of his cheeks. There’s a twisting in her lower belly as Tav surveys the want laced within his heated gaze. He looks the part of a predator, ready to tear into the evening's succulent feast. Into her.

“Is that all?” Astarion asks in a hushed tone, throat bobbing as he swallows.

Heat prickles beneath her skin–she can feel the blush creeping up her neck as he stalks her movements. “No,” Tav declares, allowing one hand to slowly drift down his chest as she rises to a sitting position. “Lay down.”

There’s a brief flash behind Astarion’s eyes, blinking as he furrows his brow. His mouth twitches as his words struggle to find him, face contorting into something sharp. A few heartbeats pass before he says, “I’m sorry, dear, but am I a dog?” He moves off the bed and stands, shifting his weight to one side. “You want me to do what?” he asks, clearly perturbed.

He's offering her a chance to take back her words. She seems to have struck a nerve.

“Lay down,” Tav insists, placing a hand on his chest again. The arrhythmic thumping of the vampire lord’s heart can be felt beneath her fingertips. Heat radiates off his chest and warms the chill that slides down her back as Astarion's stare intensifies over her, considering her request carefully. But Tav remains sturdy, refusing to waver.

For countless nights it's been she who bends to him. Yet tonight, she desires to claim her place beside him. To show herself as the equal he insists she is. She's been too fearful up until now to take it–afraid it wasn't for her. But, tonight, Tav will willingly step into the space he has so delicately carved for her.

“I mean you no harm, Astarion.” If she knows Astarion’s heart as well as she thinks she does, then she’s sure he needs this reassurance. To be sure he isn't to lay on his back only for her to pierce through his chest. “Please,” she pleads with a gentle tilt of her head, “trust me.”

His eyes scan her face before finally softening; her intuition was correct. Astarion then takes her hand and threads his fingers through hers. Climbing back onto the bed, he encloses their fists, bringing the back of her hand to his mouth. “Is that an order?” he asks sultrily, standing on his knees before her. There's a playful gleam in his eye as he looks upon her.

He’s accepting her invitation. And, more importantly, giving her permission to continue.

His voice feels like a warm caress over her form and desire roars back to life within her. She feels her face ignite, the flames licking their way down her chest and to her core. “Yes,” Tav says, swallowing around the word, “Now, lay down, Astarion Ancunín. Your consort commands it.”

He kisses the back of her hand languidly before falling back gracefully beside her. Astarion keeps their hands entwined as he looks up at her, waiting patiently for his next command. Tav then climbs over him to straddle his thighs. She frees her hand from his, allowing herself a chance to glide over the expanse of his chest. She undoes each button of his dress shirt at an agonizingly slow pace, stopping just short of his belt buckle.

“And what more does my consort wish?” Astarion asks, voice ladened with passionate desire.

Popping the last button of his shirt free, she then glides her hands back up his chest. She sinks her nails into bare skin as she says, “To ride you until you lose all composure.”

Astarion chuckles darkly. “As you wish,” he replies. Tav feels the rumble of his voice beneath her fingertips as he runs his hands up over her thighs, squeezing just below her hips. He then drags her forward, encouraging her to grind over the hardened length still trapped within his trousers.

Tav moans, walls clenching around the promise of what's surely to come, but she manages to wrangle Astarion's hands free from her, slamming them down above his head. “No touching!” she states with a huff.

Astarion stiffens beneath her, eyes blowing wide, and for a moment she believes it's terror she reads within them. Had she accidentally brought back memories of him being restrained against his will? Chained, kept in the kennels for days on end? But just as quickly he relaxes under her, the vampire's eyes drifting closed. The panic in her subsides.

“That's hardly fair,” Astarion groans. Tav releases his hands and sits back, looking him over. He keeps his hands above his head as his hips suddenly buck up into the air, searching for something, anything, to connect with. He undulates unabashedly beneath her, over and over again. The display of such wanton desperation is doing more to her than she'd have thought; she catches Astarion crack an eye open to survey her response. One corner of his mouth tugs upward in a sky smirk.

Cheeky bastard.

His shirt has since fallen open, exposing the rippling of his taut stomach and chest to her hungry gaze. She eyes the golden medallion around his neck, set with dark red rubies. Continuing down his stomach, Tav eyes the tenting just below his belt. He's hard, painfully so as evidenced by the outline in his trousers. She traces it all the way to the top of his thigh, daring to reach out and place a hand over where his tip should be. Tav grinds her palm lightly over the fabric; she's rewarded with a small twitch of his cock beneath her hand.

“A-are you actually going to do anything,” Astarion asks between a sharp intake of breath, “or do you take some kind of twisted pleasure in seeing me squirm?”

Tav laughs, finally cupping him fully, “I did warn you, no?”

His hips lift into her touch, a hiss slipping through clenched teeth. “Such a cruel mistress,” he says with a bite of sarcasm. His cheeks take on a pinkish hue and it spreads across his face, eyes falling closed once again.

Perhaps, Tav thinks while looking back at him, Gale is right. Maybe Astarion does wish for her to help keep him in line. Keep him under control. It makes sense that he wouldn't entrust this part of himself to just anyone. To turn over and give someone his back–and to possibly get on his back–would be the ultimate sign of trust he could give to another person.

“Astarion,” Tav says, rousing the vampire’s attention. He’s still in the position she placed him in as he opens his eyes open fully, and she leans over to plant a kiss over the tip of his nose. “If at any point you become uncomfortable, tell me. Don't endure it for my sake.”

It’s a kindness he has always afforded her–the ability to say no. To feel empowered while entrusting herself to him. And he has always made good on his promise to carry her through, regardless of the state of their relationship. Respecting her right to be an individual–her right to choose–even if he hasn’t always agreed with her. Tav can think of few ways to thank him other than this.

A few heartbeats pass before Astarion nods his head in agreement. He lifts his head and captures her lips in a chaste kiss, giving her a smile. “That’s all rather thoughtful, my dear, but may we return to more pressing matters?” he says with a slight thrust of his hips.

Tav grounds her pelvis firmly down onto his, eliciting a shared moan between them. “H-hey,” she stammers, sucking in a sharp breath as Astarion undulates beneath her, “I said no touching!”

“Darling, I’m only trying to draw urgency to how brief our night will be if you don’t get me out of these clothes,” Astarion groans, flexing his hands open and closed against the sheets as their cores collide. There’s a slight twinge of impatience to his words, and Tav has half a mind to wonder if she truly can make him finish just like this. 

The outline of his clothed length rubs delectably along her sex. The roughened texture of his slacks against her clit sends a wave of arousal coursing up into her belly, a moan slipping free from her lips. Astarion repeats the motion again, pulling another strangled sound from her throat. He hisses as he tosses his head back against the bed, eyes flitting closed.

“More than willing to help, Astarion, but humor me first,” Tav croons as her fingers fumble with his belt buckle. “On the nights you think of us, what is it that comes to mind?” Beneath his belt are snaps, she realizes, and with each one that pops free, she watches Astarion’s cock shift closer and closer to unsheathing itself from the confines of the fabric. She halts as she approaches the last button, waiting patiently for his response.

The vampire’s groan grows more desperate with each button that comes loose. “Is that really necessary for you to know?” he retorts, writhing beneath her. He’s lifting his hips in earnest now, as if to undo the buttons himself by sheer force.

“Until you do, I guess you’re stuck like this,” she says. Despite the fire raging in her belly over the sight before her, Tav remains aloof. “Surely that’s no challenge for the strongest vampire to have ever lived, no?”

Astarion lifts his head quickly, eyes fixated on her. “When did you become this wicked?” he snaps. Tav would think he’s offended, if not for the flush of bewilderment across his features. On second thought, he sounds almost surprised. Impressed, even.

“I’ve learned from the best,” she declares with a lilt, smiling deviously. Slowly, the old sense of comfort is coming back to her. When they were just two people making the best of their mutual predicament. Two people sharing secrets with one another; exploring one another.

Living.

The sense of them is returning to her. Tav can barely fight how her smile widens at the thought.

Astarion flops back down on the bed with an audible sigh. “If you must know…” he begins, “I think of when we used to be together. You visiting my tent nearly every evening. Laying with me, talking, laughing.” He places his hands over his chest, drawing another breath. “Then, inevitably, you'd climb into my lap…and I’d drink.” There's a short pause before he continues, “I think of the way you’d move beneath me. Your hands clinging to my shoulders. Your short, breathy moans.” The vampire snickers. “You'd do your best to keep quiet for the sake of the others, but I remember more than a handful of nights where I'd have to put my hand over your mouth.”

He sits up on his elbows, casting Tav a longing glance. “My original goal, as you know, was to gain your favor. And it was through these interactions that I began to realize the…” Astarion looks off to the side, expression falling flat. “...challenges I possessed when it came to intimacy. But some nights… It was too much for me to bear. The desire to have you screamed louder than my displeasure with myself.” He shakes his head.” “With you, it's almost as if it didn't matter anymore. I would actually forget, on some occasions, how deeply that feeling ran.”

Tav sits frozen, mouth slightly parted. Her hands are still on the final button to Astarion's pants. She remembers all he says vividly, feeling the same pull of nostalgia in her chest that he likely does, too. The anger she had felt when Astarion first revealed his plan to her., the betrayal–it all comes rushing back to her now. But she remains silent, listening.

“Each night you allowed me to have you, I held your mortality within my hands. Basic instinct screamed for me to continue past the point of no return. Until I felt the very last pump of your blood down my throat. Until every minute movement of your body ceased. Because I'd done it once before; that first time, when you’d trusted me.

“And I remember the sheer panic that washed over me when I realized what I'd done.” Astarion’s lips curl back over his teeth in a snarl, fangs poking over his bottom lip. “The disgust. The shame. Having given myself over to my most primitive urges, as if I lacked higher reasoning altogether.” He swallows thickly, bottom lip quivering. “A monster; that’s what I was. Some foul beast. I knew from that moment forward I never wanted to be that again. And never again would I subject you to that side of me.”

“And what of all the people you sacrificed in the name of power?” Tav asks, solemnly. “Do their deaths not make you a monster, too, Astarion?”

Astarion meets her eyes–his gaze is hollow. Empty. “They were as good as dead the moment I or one of my accursed siblings laid eyes on them. By the time they stepped through the doors of that monastery, their hourglass had already run half through.” The vampire lord shakes his head again, eyes falling closed. “When we found them in the crypts… That faraway look in their eyes?” His hands ball into tight fists. “They were starving. Mad. They craved the sweet release of a final death. It’s not something I expect you to understand, having never experienced the hunger yourself. The desperation it brings one to.” Astarion then lifts his head, finding her eyes again. “You’d do anything to make it stop. Believe me.

“They were to be consumed, just as I would have been. Their fates were set centuries ago. And if they were to be sacrificed, I could think of no better way to honor them than by having them become part of something, someone, better than Cazador.” A harrowing smile creeps across his features. “And as an added bonus… Everyone wins then, don’t they?”

Tav feels her heart nearly drop through her stomach. So disconnected, he can be at times. It’s an odd gift Astarion has, being able to throw his emotions to and fro at will. Does he mean all he says? Not always; she knows that as fact. Does he truly revel in the twisted satisfaction of having set those poor people free from their suffering? Believing that he was their savior? Their god?

That…may actually be true.

“You baffle me,” Tav tells him, pinching the bridge of her nose. If this were anyone else, she would be terrified by such an admission. Perhaps she’s growing used to his mind. “What makes me so different?”

Or, maybe, she’s more curious than anything else.

“Oh, my dear… I grew to love you,” admits Astarion, sheepishly. “Rather quickly, actually. So quickly, in fact, that I didn't know what it was until after Cazador.” The vampire's expression falls sullen as he lies back down on the bed. “Until I’d already lost you.”

She looks down at her hands, rolling the fabric of his half-open slacks between her fingers. She recalls feeling the pull of his love on more than one occasion. Though, she had convinced herself it was merely a fallacy. A pleasant idea to help lull her to sleep at night. 

Then, after Cazador, the ascension… She had no choice but to divest herself of those feelings, lest she fall to ruins. Force herself to willfully ignore how far Astarion had fallen. How he’d become an imposter of the man she loved so intensely. It was all she could do to protect herself. To save herself from the agony of such a heavy loss.

“I'm here now,” Tav says quietly, meeting his eyes.

A smile forms on Astarion's face. “As am I. And I will not make the same mistake twice.”

“Which is?”

The question leaves her mouth almost instinctively, barely any thought behind it.

“Losing you,” Astarion declares, boldly.

To love Astarion is to feel like a ship sailing across roughened seas. Tall walls of water careen against the ship’s hull, threatening to breach and drown her whole. But just as she thinks she can take no more, the water calms. The sky parts. Sunshine warms her sea-chilled bones. And she finds herself lounging freely across the deck, soaking up every last bit of comfort the sun has to offer.

Tav lurches forward, stealing a passionate kiss against Astarion’s lips. Her fingers undo the final snap to his pants and she reaches within, pulling his half-hardened length free. As Tav swipes her tongue over his lips, his mouth parts, granting her entrance, and she moans openly into the vampire’s mouth. 

“You truly are a fool, Astarion,” she tells him between kisses and swipes of tongue. Their teeth clash as they fight for dominance, her hand slowly pumping his cock back to attention as the other tangles within the moonlight tressess atop his head. She whines as she feels him grow rigid in her palm.

“Always for you,” Astarion growls against her mouth. “Only ever for you.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, sliding them down his thighs along with his small clothes. Tav helps pull them free from his legs and tosses them off the side of the bed before reclaiming his length within her grasp. His hands move to hold her arse, but he remembers the rules he’d sworn to follow earlier. He recoils at the last second, choosing to fist the sheets next to him, nails digging into the silky fabric.

Tav peels her hand free from his cock just long enough to gather spit in her palm. Bringing her hand back down, she slickens his shaft, feeling him twitch against her hand, and moves to hover above him. There's a brief exchange of glances; Astarion gives her an approving nod.

Without so much as another word, Tav lines him up under her and sinks down. She winces as she stretches to accommodate him, but the pain fades quickly as she starts to relax around him. Sighs slip freely from both of them as she seats herself fully in his lap, giving herself another moment to adjust.

Astarion's mouth falls open, grabbing the bed sheets in earnest now. His eyes roll back into his head as Tav steadies herself, laying her hands flat against his chest. She leans forward and kisses the side of his neck. Taking him is easier at this angle, she notes. 

Astarion tilts his head back, and for once it's he who gives her access to the curve of his neck. She latches onto it lovingly, suckling softly at the smooth flesh. The small bump of her stomach connects with the muscled plane of his the further she leans over him. A bolt of pleasure shoots down her spine at the contact, and Astarion moans wantonly as her walls contract wildly around his cock.

“Gods, Tavaria, move already,” he snipes, impatiently. Through small muscle tremors, Tav can feel how strongly he fights the urge to buck into her tight heat. “Unless you actually want to kill me.”

“If you had any idea what it’s like to take you, you’d be doing the same,” she replies. Yet she shows him a fraction of mercy, giving a short rise and fall of her hips. She steels herself against the familiar twinge of pain at the end of her tunnel when she seats herself again and again–it thankfully never comes. 

Now emboldened, she sets a languid pace over him. The low rumble of Astarion’s responding laugh vibrates through his neck against her lips. 

He enjoyed her little remark.

“Ass,” she teases, biting playfully over the scars embedded in his neck, running her tongue along the indents. 

“Tell me, my darling love,” the vampire moans, legs bending behind her at the knees. “Do you, too, think of it?”

Tav sits up, using the tops of Astarion’s knees as leverage to continue fucking herself on him. Wavy auburn hair cascades down her shoulders like a veil; it bounces over her breasts with every rise and fall of her body. “T-think of what?” she asks within a stuttering gasp.

Astarion can barely keep his eyes open as he looks at her, following the hypnotic swaying of her heavy breasts. His hands rise, likely to hold them, but he curls them into fists, still trying his best to adhere to their game. He groans in frustration before saying, “Tasting me after I’ve tasted you?”

Heat floods her face as a shiver races through her. Her mouth drops open, nothing but a sigh coming out. The coil in her belly winds tighter–does he somehow know she was thinking the same earlier? Tav picks up her pace as she snakes a hand between her legs. She’s a mess over him, arousal soaking the base of his cock. It acts as lucious lubrication as she circles feverishly over her neglected clit, short ragged breaths escaping her lungs.

“You have,” Astarion muses below her, shifting to finally shrug off his shirt. He lay back again, fisting a hand through his hair while throwing the other above his head. He sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth and releases a drawn out sigh. “You have the hunger now, don’t you?”

There’s little use in lying to him, now.

She falls against him again, head falling into the crook of his neck, and moans her response into his skin. “Yes,” she cries. Saliva pools thick in her mouth as the thought flourishes. She can smell his blood under his skin–a rich, metallic scent. It roars through his veins like a rapid river.

Her head swims. The urge rises, her stomach toiling. Tav clings to the single shred of reasoning she has left as her anticipation mounts.

“I could help, you know,” says Astarion with a huff. “All you’d have to do is let me touch you again.”

The phantom blaring of sirens rings loud in her ears. Any mention of Astarion drinking even a drop of her blood should be off the table given her current state, but the thirst only grows more erratic the further she tries burying it. 

A surprised gasp slips past her lips as Astarion begins meeting her thrusts from below, slamming deliciously against the backs of her thighs. Tav holds her hands out next to his head to brace herself, rocking hard to meet the new rhythm he's set.

“I, wouldn't need much,” Astarion says. He speaks with a staccato between quick snaps of his hips into the intoxicating heat of her core. “Only a pinprick, really.” 

Slam. 

“All–” 

Slam. 

“–I would need–” 

Slam. 

“–is one bite, love.”

She should scold him, she thinks for a brief moment, having broken the terms of their agreement. But the temptation Astarion dangles before her–the opportunity to taste him–wins over. There's also the insatiable lust quickly saturating her mind.

“Fine,” Tav grounds out, “but from my fingers, please.” It’s the very least she can ask for.

Astarion smiles mischievously, taking her left hand from next to his head. He lowers her fingers to his mouth, pressing each tip tenderly against his lips. “Of course,” he rasps, hips halting their assault for now. When he reaches her ring finger, he presses the pad flat against his bottom lip, tongue flicking out. “Whatever my treasure desires.”

Tav watches as her finger disappears into Astarion’s mouth. His tongue swirls around the intrusion until it bumps into a pointed tooth along his lower jaw. They stare heavily at one another, Tav’s chest rising and falling with each labored breath, and then she feels it–the familiar sting of his fang piercing her flesh. It’s but a momentary discomfort; she hisses when she feels the contraction of his mouth over her finger.

Astarion's eyes flit closed as he hums around the digit. His other hand wraps around her forearm, keeping it steady as he feeds. A thought crosses her mind as she observes him: how beautiful he looks like this. Silver hair, flushed complexion, as bare as the day he was born. Her eyes trace the height of his cheekbones, all the way the sharpness of his ears. Tav leans over and kisses one ear in an ascending fashion, all the way to its point.

Astarion's hum shifts deeper now, to more of a growl, as he careens his head into her touch. The grip on her forearm tightens. The suction on her finger increases. “Dearest,” he says between the intrusion in his mouth, “this may be–” a long moan escapes him then as her tongue works over the shell of his ear, ”–ooh–ver, sooner if you don't stop–!” His cock twitches inside her. There's another pulling of the coil deep in her belly.

Tav laughs playfully. “My turn, then,” she whispers into his ear, hot puffs of breath rushing down his neck. She feels him shiver against her.

Reluctantly, Astarion relinquishes the finger, not bothering to swipe up the thin trail of blood left on his lips. Instead, the vampire feels about his neck for his scars. He then lifts his hand above his face, inspecting his nails, before bringing them against the soft, sensitive skin.

With a single pass of a sharpened nail, Astarion carves a gash into the side of his neck. Crimson blossoms quickly over the wound; Tav's nose twitches. A bouquet of iron and something richer–perhaps the wine Astarion partook in earlier–hits her senses. Her vision tunnels; she moves her head closer to the scent’s source.

“That's it, little love,” Astarion coos softly to her, raising a hand to comb through her hair. He gives an encouraging push of her head, guiding her face closer to his neck. “Drink,” the vampire commands.

Drink.

The word reverberates through her mind until the final tether holding her together snaps. Hot saliva quickly fills her mouth. It slides down the sides of her chin in thin rivulets as she opens her mouth, closing her lips over the cut on Astarion’s neck.

And she sucks.

His blood hits her tongue and her entire body is suddenly engulfed within a raging inferno. All that matters is getting more of this exquisite drink in her, and how quickly it can be done. The hand in Tav’s hair tightens, holding her tightly against Astarion while his other settles on her waist. She sucks fervently at his neck, groaning like a rabid animal.

“Such a good girl for me,” Astarion moans aloud. Her name always sounds so wonderful when he says it; a sense of pride swelling within her. “But I think that's e-enough, treasure.” His hips twitch and he thrusts shallowly into her, drawing out a shared groan from both of them.

The fog having lifted some from her mind, Tav unwillingly pulls herself away from his neck. She swallows the last few splashes of blood lingering across her tongue, throwing her head up. Her body buzzes like a live wire; she’s overcome by a feeling she’s never felt before. Despite the haze of her bloodlust, her mind feels sharper, her limbs more powerful. Every physical ache and pain that plagued her day to day…gone. 

Alleviated. 

She feels…younger. Faster. Stronger. That despite her current state, she could run for miles without ever stopping for rest. Panic rises in her chest, but it’s different. Not the familiar kind that usually has her tumbling down the abyss. 

No, perhaps this isn’t panic.

It’s excitement.

When Tav drops her head, Astarion is already looking at her. His eyes are glazed over, small flecks of her blood having already dried on his lips. “How do you feel?” he asks.

“What is this?” Tav asks, gravely. “Magic? Since when do you dabble in magic?”

A haughty laugh breaks free from Astarion before he says, “I know a spell or two, love, if you’re so inclined as to remember.” He raises a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “But that’s not what this is.” The hand falls to her chin, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips. “This, is what I have to offer you. As I am now.” He invites her closer to his face; their lips barely touching. “This feeling? Is me.”

She stares blankly at him. “So…” she starts, trying to gather her thoughts, “does this mean, that I’m now..?”

“No, no,” he chuckles, “you’re still very much human. Just, improved.” He tilts his head to the side, smiling up at her. “Somewhat.” When her expression fails to change, Astarion says, “It’s a gift, dearest. That’s all.”

Tav sits back in his lap, groaning softly as the tip of his cock nudges her cervix. She lifts her hand to inspect the finger Astarion bit into, only to find it completely healed. And as she looks over his neck, Tav notes the wound is gone. Healed, as well. 

“Is this forever?” she asks, curiously.

“Perhaps,” he says, rising into a sitting position. He runs his hands up and down her sides, placing a gentle kiss to her nose. “There’s really only one way to find out.”

Tav swallows thickly around the lump that gathers in the back of her throat. 

The possibility of being forever changed–altered–by him, unsettles her. But is she truly such a stranger to change? Has she not already made decisions that would forever change the trajectory of her life? And even now she changes still, with each new day that dawns, by way of the babe that quickens within her womb. By the very air she breathes and the sun that warms her face.

And as she enters every season of her life, she will continue to change and be forever shaped by every decision she has allowed into her life, either by conscious or unconscious thought.

This is what it means to live.

She is the culmination of all she has survived up until this point. Everything that has threatened to warp her. She has faced her challenges headfirst and persisted through them all. The fact that she lives to see this moment stands as proof enough. 

She still lives, and will continue to do so, through every obstacle life puts before her.

“Okay,” is Tav’s quiet reply. She lifts her hips slightly, starting a languid rhythm over him.

“Okay, what?” Astarion asks between a breathy moan, hands dipping below her arse. He rocks her faster over him, urging her pace.

The difference about this time, however, is that there's no need to go through this transition period alone. If she extends her hand, someone else will be there to hold it. And all she has to do is put forth that hand.

“We’ll find out together,” she says.

Astarion huffs a laugh, his hands traveling up her back. He pulls her closer to him and Tav dips her head to rest her forehead against his. “Tavaria…” he moans. They exchange hot breaths, and it isn’t long before she’s kissing him, her tongue seeking entrance into his mouth near immediately. She can still taste herself on his tongue–bright with a mellow aftertaste, like an aged wine–and it only stokes the flames of her desire further as she continues grinding herself in his lap.

Astarion clutches her back, one hand resting on the nape of her neck as her groans into her mouth. A fang snags on her bottom lip; he nearly curses as the rich vintage of her blood mingles with their saliva. “Tav, darling, I–” he stammers between their feverish exchange, “I'm going to–”

She can feel how close he is: cock twitching against her walls, swelling every so subtly. The roaring in her belly is quickly reaching its crescendo by how full she suddenly feels; it won’t take much more for her to come crashing down. “It’s okay, Astarion,” she whispers against his lips. Tav snakes a hand down between them, rubbing circles over her clit. “Let go.”

Nails bite into the soft flesh of her upper back and she manages to suck in a sharp breath before Astarion crushes his mouth over hers. Holding her tightly to him, he groans as his release crashes over him in waves. It isn't long before she follows quickly behind, breaking their kiss with a gasp.

The room is silent save for their shared breathing. Tav rests her head along Astarion’s shoulder. They're content to stay like this for a few minutes before she reluctantly lifts herself from his lap. The evidence of his release slips from between her legs as she rises, trickling down her thighs. She shivers from the sensation, flopping down on the bed next to Astarion, thoroughly spent. Content.

Astarion is the first to break the silence as he says, “I guess there's no denying the babe’s lineage, now.” He joins her by laying back.

Tav lifts her head to meet his gaze, face set in a scowl. She doesn't know whether to laugh or smack him, given the haze still thick over her mind. “You’re still on about this?” she asks, frustrated.

He smiles. “I jest, dear. It’s just…” Astarion turns on his side and runs a hand over the small swelling of her stomach. “It's…hard. To believe this is real.” He flattens his palm over her abdomen, below her navel. “I had nothing for so long that I–” Tav follows the bobbing of his throat as Astarion swallows. “I resigned myself to it. To that being my fate.”

There's a tugging in her chest. To think of the loneliness Astarion must have endured for two centuries despite his interactions with others. All hollow, all for a purpose. Never just for him, or because he even wanted them. It's enough to nearly bring her to tears; how tortured his heart is. Trampled and ripped to shreds over and over–the network of scar tissue that's woven it back together, often out of sheer necessity.

“It doesn't have to be your future, Astarion,” Tav says, threading her hand through the one he lays on her belly. “I'd prefer it not to be.”

“No,” answers the vampire lord, shaking his head, “it won’t. So long as you and the life we've somehow willed into this world are still here.”

Her heart swells, and Tav gives him a genuine smile. She turns over, her back to him, and slots herself against his chest. “Should we return to the party?” she ponders.

“They can see themselves out,” says Astarion while throwing an arm over her waist, accepting her into his space. “The only thing I wish for is to fall asleep beside my beloved consort.” He pulls her closer into his chest before quickly adding, “Should she wish the same.”

These last few nights have been a whirlwind. Had anyone hinted that they would end with her and Astarion laying naked in one another’s arms, she would have laughed until she cried.

“She does,” replies Tav with a girlish chuckle. One she can finally afford to give. She turns her body within his hold to plant a kiss against his cheek. “Goodnight, my Lord.” Astarion then returns the gesture, kissing her gently on the temple. “Sweet dreams, my Lady.”

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LUNCH Ch.6 - B.E

Last chapter you guys, quick psa, this was my first time writing any smut so please don't come at me y'all😭 thank you for all of the support. I genuinely loved writing this, and was very glad that all of you enjoyed this as well. Thank you to @loverofwordsandart who read the first chapters over for me, I very much appreciated it and am so grateful for that. HUGE HUGE HUGE THANK YOU to my friend Ash, who supported me a bunch during this whole fic. She legitimately read every chapter before I posted it and made me a lot more confident in posting this all.

ALSO ‼ This is the ONLY fanfic that I will write smut for a real person. This was very uncomfortable to write, since Billie is a real person. From now on, I will only be writing smut for characters only. All real-person smut requests will be ignored.

Contains: SMUTTTTT, fingering billie!recieving, massage, bottom!bilie, top!reader, tit play,

Summary: idek at this point i dont want to spoil it

               “Who said we couldn’t change that tonight?” you asked Billie in a suggestive tone. You lift Billie’s chin up with one finger, your lips just centimeters away from hers.

               “But what if I’m not good?” Billie asks, worried.

               “I’ll guide you through it, I promise. We don’t have to tonight if you don’t want to.”

               “No, I, I want to. I really want to,” Billie says quickly. The two of you begin kissing again. Your hands easily goes under Billie’s oversized shirt, hiking higher and higher. She pulls away to pull it over her head. You throw it across the room and take off your shirt. You both stand up to take off your pants and then meet again, kissing each other once more. Billie sits up against the headboard of the bed as you straddle her lap, both of you in your underwear. You cup her face as you two kiss passionately. You kiss her cheek and then place more kisses up her jawline.

               Billie tilts her head up, giving you better access to her neck. You kiss her neck, finding her sensitive pulse point almost immediately, as her breath hitches almost immediately after you find it. You latch on and kiss her neck. After asking, of course, you begin to leave hickeys on her neck and collarbone. Billie lets out a small moan as you do this, leaning her chest closer into you.

               “Do you want me to take this off?” you ask, your fingers tracing her bra strap. She nods eagerly. You unclip her bra, throwing it across the room.

               “You’re so beautiful,” you tell her. She grows more flustered, at a loss for words now. You kiss from her collarbone down to her chest, taking a nipple in your mouth to suck and swirling it in your mouth. Billie’s moans become audible now, encouraging you to do more. You decide to take her other nipple in your mouth as you play with her other nipple with your fingers. Once they’re both rock hard, you begin to kiss your way down her stomach. You kiss her hip bone, your hand caressing her thigh. You look at Billie for a moment, allowing her to tell you what to do next.

               “Keep going,” she asks you, “I’m ready.” You hook your finger under her panties in order to pull them off. She spreads her legs for you, revealing her dripping wet pussy. You lick a stripe up to her clit, paying close attention to your reaction. She whimpers and squirms, enjoying the sensation.

               “I’m going to put a finger inside you,” you explain, “is that okay?”

               “Please do,” Billie says. You insert one finger inside her and you hear her react almost immediately as you curl it inside her. Her hips follow your finger as it pumps inside her. You add another finger, pumping faster. She continues to moan, getting louder as you continue.

               “Is that good?”

               “Y-yeah, keep going, please.” You keep going, hearing come closer to her climax.

               “I think I’m gonna-” and as she says this, she reaches her climax, writhing underneath you, releasing all over your fingers. You remove your fingers from inside her, and taste her release, moaning at the taste. God, she tasted so good.

               “How was that?” you ask, giving Billie a kiss on the forehead. Billie, still breathing heavily, and coming down, is speechless.

               “I’ve never had someone make me feel that good,” Billie admits, “and I do want to return the favor, but maybe not tonight? I’m just not ready.”

               “You don’t have to tonight.”

               “Wait,” Billie says, getting up. She fetches a tube of lotion from her bedside table.

               “Lie down. I can give you a massage.” You lay down on your front, making sure Billie could reach every inch of your back. She gets the lotion in her hands and begins to rub your back, making sure to spend time on every knot you could possibly have in her back. You begin to relax, as Billie mutters how smooth and soft your back is, and how she could apply lotion on it forever. You end up falling asleep to this, not waking up to the next morning.

               The next morning, Billie wakes up very early to make you a very nice breakfast. When you realize she’s not with you in bed, you go to the bathroom. The smell of pancakes leads you down to the kitchen after. Billie is there, waiting for you at the table.

               “Here. Sit.”

               “All of this for me?”

               “Of course. You deserve it.” You smile and sit at the table next to Billie, beginning to eat your food.

               “Hey, can I ask you something?” Billie lets out after a bit.

               “You can ask me anything.”

               “Will you be my girlfriend? These past few days have honestly been the best and happiest, and I want to continue this happiness with you.”

               “Yes, Billie.” You kiss her, and you very much remember to thank your friend for making you go to that party.

               Many months later, Billie’s album, HIT ME HARD AND SOFT comes out, where you hear the song that she wrote about you, LUNCH. It has the funky beat from the song you kept hearing on the radio during your endless car rides to hang out with Billie. You two share a laugh over the song, and genuinely couldn’t be any happier. The day that the music video comes out, May 17th, is your 3 month anniversary with her.

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You Guys Didn't Forget!

(Featuring Confident!Chris x Reserved! Matt x Fem!Reader)

Author's Note: I felt bad for my last two angst fics, so here's some tooth aching fluff 😻 If you like this au, send in asks, personal messages, or write comments about them (This is an original idea of mine. Please inbox or personal message me if you'd like to use any of these characters as 'inspiration' of some sort!)

Contents/Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Implied polyamorus situationship ( no incest & no actual relationship (yet) ! ), pet names (sweetheart & pretty girl), mentions of forgetting a birthday (I don't know, it could be triggering, I guess), & possibly more!

Third Person Point of View

Word Count: 562 (Am I in my lazy girl era? 😖)

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Divider by: @bernardsbendystraws (hopefully it's giving birthday 😅🤞🏽)

It was a few days before her birthday, and the excitement in the air was buzzing. She was blissfully unaware of the grand plans Chris and Matt had been orchestrating. The two brothers, part of a unique triplet set, each cherishing her in their own special way. Their older triplet brother, Nick, played a supportive role, always ready to lend a hand or a listening ear.

Chris and Matt had been holding secret meetings, filled with whispers and laughter, as they planned the perfect surprise party. They spent evenings selecting decorations and brainstorming themes, their excitement growing with each passing day.

The morning of her birthday had arrived, and with it, a twinge of sadness. She couldn't shake the feeling that her friends might have forgotten. Meanwhile, Matt and Chris maintained an air of normalcy, though their hearts raced with anticipation. They finalized last-minute details, making excuses to keep her away from the house, the focal point of their surprise.

Nick, ever the conspirator, took on the task of keeping her occupied. He planned a spa day, filled with pampering and light-hearted conversation, ensuring she remained blissfully unaware of the preparations underway.

“I can't believe they forgot, I've been so excited about my birthday!”

“Well I'm here celebrating with you, girl!”

With the house empty, Chris and Matt set to work, transforming the living room into a vibrant celebration space. Balloons and streamers adorned the walls, and a bold "Happy Birthday!" banner hung proudly. The kitchen table was laden with a beautifully decorated cake, an assortment of snacks, and carefully wrapped presents. Nick, in his eagerness, almost let slip the secret, but a quick save kept the surprise intact.

“Matt and Chris want us to come over for — to hang out,” Nick said casually as they finished up their spa day.

Under the guise of a casual hangout, they invited her over. As she stepped through the door, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the room. She took a few steps inside, and suddenly, the brothers leaped from their hiding spots, shouting, "Surprise!" Her eyes widened in shock, quickly melting into joy as the reality of the moment sank in.

Her reaction was everything they had hoped for —initial disbelief followed by a cascade of happy tears.

“Oh my gosh, you guys didn't forget!”

The room filled with laughter and music as they celebrated with games and shared stories. Each gift she unwrapped was proof of their thoughtfulness, leaving her feeling deeply cherished and grateful.

“Thank you all, I love everything so much!”

As the evening wound down, she found a quiet moment to reflect on the day's events. Surrounded by those who cared for her dearly, she realized just how fortunate she was. The warmth of their bond was a promise of enduring support.

She was laying in Chris's bed, in-between both of her boys, Chris and Matt. “Thank you both for today,” she whispered to them, kissing their foreheads gently.

With hearts full, they pledged to always be there for one another, ending the day with a sense of joy that felt like it would last a lifetime.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Chris said, holding her hips and lower half tightly as he reciprocated her kiss to the forehead. “We'll always be here for each other, pretty girl.” Matt added, kissing her forehead also as he held onto her top half.

[hiraethwa]

The Great Appreciation Post

it's thanksgiving season so you know what it means! i've only been active on here for almost a year and i am so, so grateful for all the friendly and amazing people who had interacted with me, hence the birth of this post :)

now, before i go on my appreciation rant <3 for my almost one year on this hellsite, i present a thanksgiving/gratitude ask game (ask away my loves, and/or reblog to tag in)

*checks list* *clears throat* okay this is gonna take a hot second, but it's divided into two parts, if you're tagged that means that i have a special little thank you note for you <3

thank you to all my readers who read my works, i sincerely hope that you enjoyed them and it brought you happiness (or pain *cough*) for a moment in time, hehe. i love and appreciate every single one of you!! BIG THANK YOU!!! for those who took some time out of their day to interact with my works, whether it be replies, reblogs, likes, or asks, i love you even more *blows a virtual kiss at you*

you have my gratitude always!!

special mentions (to the osd readers) every single one of you gave me the push to keep going with one summer day @briokayama for the sweet tags on one summer day, i was giggling when i saw your reblogs (you are one of the pivotal people who made osd continue), thank you <3 @mintgrumpy for the quoting my fic back to me and the yelling in the reblogs (and the speechlessness from osd 15 hehe), i keep them very close to my heart, thank you <3 @lemurzsquad for the emotional replies, they had me tearing up, thank you <3 @brokenbraveakira for the yelling in the replies and (the reaction pics omg) reblogs, (i am sorry for inflicting so much pain on you, and enjoying that it does as i intended for it to <//3) thank you <3 @nansfyy for your reactions (and disbelief) in the reblogs (sorry not sorry) thank you <3 @illuzminate for your reactions in the replies, i love them! i promise it will be okay!! thank you <3

hugeeee thank you to all my mutuals who made this hellsite fun and welcoming! it was so lonely here before you appeared in my life :') thank you, thank you for all the interactions, random asks, out of pocket conversations, beautiful long ass tags, everything that you do <3 i am so grateful that you exist and that you chose to be in mine. forever grateful for all the ones that took the first step first, and all the ones who replied, AAAAH I LOVE YOU ALL TO THE MOON AND BACK thank you for the brain rot sessions and sharing my passion and giving some of your time to me, you all deserve everything you want, you beautiful souls!!

i will never forget the kindness you showed me and the wild things we got up to <3

special mentions for the mutuals who i hold very dear to my heart <33 @shouyuus tobio nation go RAHHHHH thank you for brainstorming with me, sharing beautiful chinese poetry with me, putting second prince!tobio in my head. thank you for all that you do and thank you for being so warm and kind, much like a 姐姐 ily <3 i look forward to more brain rots with you!! @hiraethwrote my first tobio mutual !!!! i was so excited to have you, omg i love all your angst they hit so well i feel like that shaking cat emoji. thank you for welcoming me in your asks with random things and thank you for dragging me down the satoru rabbit hole (idk why sliding in your asks has me giggling all the time) ily <3 i look forward to screaming about our men more hehe!! @bakery-anon my one and only anon <33 you're so sweet and precious! thank you for being warm and lovely and sharing all the 'nice' things you see on the internet with me (you know what i mean...) thank you for all the cute good night messages and thank you for making sure we all are taking care of ourselves ily <3 i look forward to making you lose your mind more in the future!! @hatsukeii that one mutual i found thanks to toshi (laugh) (you know why this is so funny) i hope exams are going well (high distinction, fingers crossed) thank you for always letting me soundboard my ideas and suggesting your own, i loveeeee sharing my evil plans with you and i love hearing yours! thank you for being so lovingly mean and thank you for being such a funny person without trying hehe ily <3 i look forward to yapping with you more when you come back!! @daisy-room my first mutual that i interacted with as a baby blog!! thank you for making that recommendation post and including osd, thank you for responding when i reached out hehe, thank you for being there when i needed someone the most. you are the biggest motivation behind osd continuing, and i do hope i deliver to your expectations for the last 3 chapters *wink* thank you for being you, thank you for yapping with me all the goddamn time, thank you for the lovely, comforting presence. you deserve all the good things in this world, trust! ily <3 i look forward to your 8194719283 series and your beautiful mind!!

happy thanksgiving and thank you all so much for all the love and support! i love you all! cheers!

[bluegarners]

2024 Writing Year in Review

tagged by: @blackbatcass & @daringyounggrayson tagging: @hood-ex and @boyfridged and @dustorange if you would also like to play <3

number of stories posted to ao3: eight

word counted posted for last year: 37,211

fandoms i wrote for: dcu, batman all media types, green lantern

pairings: i wrote one jaykyle fic pairing but everything else was platonic

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: i am going to leave out solar flares in this count bc i only posted one chapter this year (omg i promise to finish it one day, im so sorry)

most kudos: Shoulders, 411 kudos

most bookmarks: Shoulders, 117 kudos

most comment threads: Shoulders, 21 comments

work i’m most proud of (and why): i know i keep talking about it, but Deep Bells is probably the one i am most proud of just because i've never written anything like it before and i think it's one of the very very few fics i've written where i am satisfied with it and am not cringing every time i come across it

BUT

if i had to choose a different one, it would be sleepless, perfect duty because i really liked the frantic dynamic i managed to cultivate and the familiar but deeply intense child anxiety that comes with perfectionism but also the understood oath that batman MUST come before robin at all costs, even if batman doesn't like it and IDK i think this would be the one i would rec to ppl if they wanted to read one of my fics that centers the early days for batman and robin

work i’m least proud of (and why): solar flares... and my reasoning! is that i am sooo stuck on it... i really would love to finish it, to end it in a way that gets the core message across, that wraps it up in a neat bow so that i and all of my sweet readers can enjoy and find satisfying, but for whatever reason that has been the most difficult thing for me. i honestly look back at the entire thing and feel a little shame bc even though i worked so hard on it and for so long and i have so much encouraging support, i just can't help but dislike it in small ways. i hope that 2025 will let me finish it and me happy with it

share or describe a favorite review you received: SO MANY. SO MANY!!! anytime someone leaves a long comment with sections of the fic copied and pasted with their little reactions or commentary, my heart BURSTS WITH JOY!! i have such difficulty believing in myself and my writing, so every specific or detailed comment makes me feel seen and real

if you left a comment or a bookmark with comments, please know you made my year infinitely sweet and more worthwhile. i know that sounds dramatic, but sometimes seeing that number in my inbox is one of the few good things about my day, so i am forever grateful for those of you that choose to spend your time reading and telling me what you thought

a time when writing was really, really hard: even though i did publish eight fics/chapters this year, writing overall was a struggle. i needed some kind of motivator to write, so a majority of the fics i wrote for 2024 were gifts for others. i hope in 2025 i can self-motivate and write things for myself <3

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: it was a gift for @ekleiipsis, but the entirety of Thumbnail was a surprise! i actually had a lot of fun writing jaykyle and i am the kind of fan that has a hard time perceiving any character in a sexual manner or scenario or really any relationships, so writing jason todd (ace king in my head) getting down and dirty (but in a mild way) was actually fascinating and like dissecting a bug... didn't have a clue what i would find but it was a fun experience!

a favourite excerpt of your writing: i think this is mostly recency bias, but in sleepless, perfect duty, there's this scene that honestly came straight from the heart and mind ( i know it's long but i think it's importanttt)

how did you grow as a writer last year: hmmm i think maybe i thought more about the sentences i was writing. i tend to just dive head first into the zone and whatever comes out on the page is usually what stays there, but i remember specifically trying to create certain tones with my sentence structure. not even the words, but how long the sentences were, where i was putting my commas, how often i was moving on from paragraph to paragraph. i still have a long way to go but i think i made some progress

how do you hope to grow this year: i hope i can get better about writing action scenes and complicating plot via action rather than emotion. probably 90% of my writing is all introspection/character emotion driven

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): @mysterycitrus!!! greta's fics and blurbs shared have made me so badly want to improve my writing, it is ridiculous how talented greta is with not only characterizations but in general well-thought out plots and complexity! i feel i struggle with creating and evolving relationships in a story, and greta's stories do them soooo masterfully in my opinion, everyone needs to go read persephone's in hell if they haven't already

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: i don't think so...

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: for new writers, straight up, your first fanfic is probably not going to be super stellar or get many comments, kudos, hits, etc... DONT BE DISCOURAGED BY THAT!!! it is so utterly rare to be amazing right off the bat and it would in fact be really strange if that were to happen. no one gets good instantly, and even as your writing does improve, that unfortunately won't always be recognized by others. everyone has heard this a million times because it's TRUE but things take time and greatness doesn't happen overnight. remember all of the great writers and artists of the past- most of them weren't recognized for their talents until well after their death. don't be discouraged by bad reception. if you love what you do, you have to keep loving it enough to keep doing it

for the writers that are like me and have been writing for years and want to continue writing but sometimes feel too burnt out or uninspired to do so: don't give up. find something new that excites you, be it another fandom, another medium of creativity, or literally anything else in the world. don't feel bad about leaving a fandom you're established in just bc you don't want to disappoint fans of your work. you're allowed to move on or look elsewhere, you don't HAVE to stay. but if you WANT to stay, don't pressure yourself to keep creating content for others to consume just bc that's what you're used to. start doing things you're not used to or just take a break. if you're a writer, go read other fics or published books. if you're an artist, go write something or read other things. the main thing to keep in mind is you're not obligated to do anything ever, ESPECIALLY if it makes you unhappy

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: solar flares i want to finish (no promises, im sorry </3 ) and there are sooooo many batman and dick!robin fics i want to write, they've been on my mind very often lately. i've talked about some of the ideas i want to put to paper, so hopefully i get on that for the new year!

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 3

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: If you read my Christmas Advent stories then you may be familiar with this story already, however, I've been working hard to turn it into a longer fic and as such a few things have changed (hence the reposts). New chapters will commence next week. I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want me to be added to the taglist

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Jensen and I continue texting whenever we can around our busy schedules. I consider more than a few times over the weekend to throw caution to the wind and meet up with him in his hotel room or invite him to my apartment. But in the end, I manage to stay strong, stick to my convictions and better judgements regarding my safety, and text instead. Despite not having the courage to call, it feels like we’re building a connection. But even if I had the courage, he’s been pretty busy and the texts have been sporadic with replies coming in hours apart. He did say he had to work, so I just figure he’s busy with auditions or meetings and am grateful for him making the time to text amidst the chaos. 

One thing I do is Google his name to find out what he’s starred in. His biggest project appears to be a horror show called Supernatural. I consider watching it just to see, but I don’t want to get a false idea of who he is, so I decide to stay blissfully ignorant and try to get to know him for who he is as a person instead. He did say he preferred that, after all.

It’s almost dark when I finally strip off my apron and hang it on the hook in the staff room. I collect my phone and jacket from the locker and return to the dining area to leave. I check my missed notifications as I walk out. I find my mood dropping slightly when I discover there’s none from Jensen. Instead, I scroll through our last text-chain. Suddenly, I collide with something solid–or perhaps I should say, someone, causing my phone to shatter to the floor. I quickly duck down to inspect the screen, only to find it littered with cracks. I sigh and then remember the person I ran into. I look up to apologise but lose all words when I meet his emerald eyes. I just smile in shock. Even with his pulled-down baseball cap and dark sunglasses, and after a single meeting, I instantly recognise him.

“You really gotta stop running into me like this,” the man says with a laugh.

“Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

“As I recall, that didn’t end well. Regardless, I can’t stay long, I do have a flight to catch. I just really wanted to see you again before I left.”

“You sure you can’t stay?”

“I’m sure. Someday. Let’s just promise to stay in touch.”

“I promise. At least just let me make you something for the road.”

“You look like you’ve already finished for the day. Go rest. You look exhausted. We’ll talk later.”

“Alright. Have a safe flight.”

He pulls me in for a brief hug and then disappears out onto the street and into a dark Range Rover. I smile at the whirlwind visit and then go back to my apartment. I throw a microwave mac and cheese dinner in to cook while I shower and change into my worn-out PJs, which consist of an oversized sweater with a teddy on the front and pink, plaid flannel pants. I’m not sure how long his flight will be but by the time I sit on the couch with my cheap and unappealing dinner in my lap, over an hour has passed. Despite not knowing when he’ll see the message, I decide to text him anyway.

It was great to run into you again *literally*... I am sorry about that, I really need to watch where I’m going Have a nice flight home or wherever you’re going Text me when you get there 

Not expecting a response until later, I put my phone to sleep and flick through the TV channels. To my surprise, Supernatural is airing. I have no idea what episode or season it is, or what they’re up to, but when Jensen’s face appears on the screen I’m unable to bring myself to change the channel. Despite my initial desire to stay ignorant, I just can’t look away. I gasp and try to resist the urge to look away when his character, who I’ve gathered is called Dean, slices off someone or something’s head. But somehow he manages to make decapitation attractive. Every expression on his face keeps my eyes glued and I find myself getting even more engrossed. He tells the story so well even though I don’t really know what the full story is. His taller brother in the show is also incredibly attractive. The longer I watch, the more I find myself not caring about the plot and just enjoying the eye candy instead. Part of me feels a little guilty for looking and thinking about Jensen like that when he seems like such a nice, genuine guy in real life. And he genuinely seems interested in pursuing a friendship — or hopefully more — in the future. 

Once the episode ends I force myself to switch off the TV, clean up and go to bed; I have another early shift tomorrow. As I lay in bed, the images of Dean – or Jensen – flow through my head. Unable to sleep, Idecide to text him again.

I guess you’re still on your flight Just wanted to let you know I saw you on TV tonight Your show Supernatural was on when I was flicking through the channels Can’t say as I picked up on a lot of the plot but I can see why the paparazzi follow you Anyway, I’ll stop bombarding you now Good night

I force myself to switch my phone onto sleep mode and plug it in to charge. As I lay in bed, I relive the impromptu meeting until I finally fall asleep.

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hiii everyone, vampiie here! since it's my final semester of classes before i can get my license, uni has really been kicking my ass as of late. however, in december, things are coming to a close and in the following weeks i should i have more time to write and produce new content for all of you.

unfortunately, i am not taking fic requests at the moment, and the fic requests i did have will be put on hold until i can produce the following fic: TREAT YOU BETTER PT.2 FT SAE + RIN ITOSHI. (shameless plug for you to click here if you want to read it btw teehee) the reason for this, is because my motivation for writing has just begun to come back to me and i don't want to burn myself out before i can produce this promised content to you all. also, THANK YOU FOR 1.1K FOLLOWERS???? HELLO???? (i don't monitor who follows me like most people so some of yall are probably bots but-) HOLY SHIT?? truthfully, i never thought i would ever hit that high of a number for my following on tumblr and i'm truly grateful for all of the support on my fics, bots, and blog. i truly do love yall SEVERELY. ♡

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