#i fell in love with her as soon as her design dropped

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behold, my favorite eevee fanatic from Gen 9

[sierrale8ne]

mom oc with paige? she can be the one who stepped up but once they get alone it gets smutty

paige bueckers x mom!oc

nsfw // really long, porn with plot, takes place when paige is in the w (year 3 in LA), stepmommy paige, soft!dom!paige, sub!oc, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, some soft smut and very sweet fluff!

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Savea huffed lowly as she set her wax stick on her vanity, gently tugging her jet black hair into a ponytail at the top of her head, slicking it to perfection before dropping her hands and rolling her shoulders. Her two and a half year old daughter, Zion, sat on the carpeted floor near her feet playing with a unicorn plushie gifted to her by Savea’s girlfriend.

When Savea first met Paige, she was 23 years old and Zion was around a year old. She had just gotten out of an extremely toxic relationship with her child’s father who was ultimately out of the picture immediately after they broke up, and not looking for any type of relationship.

But Paige was simply different. She was very patient with her, understanding that Savea still wasn’t used to being treated as amazingly as Paige treated her nor was she used to communicating her feelings and emotions. But it was very easy to fall for her because Paige was an amazing woman who genuinely wouldn’t hurt a fly.

When Savea took that next step in introducing the athlete to her daughter, Paige practically fell in love all over again. Zion, though very young, was still a complete carbon copy of Savea. From her eyes to the shape of her nose and even her smile.

There was nothing the woman loved more than watching Paige become a parental figure to Zion. Caring for her when she woke up at night, to bringing her back gifts from every single road trip. She even went as far as having designated time with Zion every Sunday (yes, even when she was on the road), no excuses.

They were currently getting ready for one of Paige’s games where the Sparks would be playing the Valkyries in a California classic. It was the first home game back from all-star break and the game was heavily marketed, mostly because of the Sparks biggest stars in Paige, Cameron Brink, and Rickea Jackson going up against Paige’s former UConn teammates Azzi Fudd and Nika Mühl.

Savea was excited, not only because of the atmosphere, but being able to meet some of her girlfriend’s favorite people in person (finally) was something she was looking forward to.

“Mommy!” Zion’s voice ran through her ear as she picked her up off the floor, holding her to her hip as she grabbed her bag and other necessities all at once.

“Yes, Z?”

Zion brought her little hand up towards her face before gesturing towards the unicorn on the floor. Savea chucked before bending over and picking it up, handing it to her daughter.

“Thank you, mommy.”

“You’re welcome, my baby.”

***

Shuffling the excited toddler into the car and keeping her entertained throughout the ride to Crypto.com Arena was definitely a bit of a struggle, but once they got closer to the arena Zion settled a little bit.

Her cream colored kitten heels clicked against the yellow hardwood floor, while Zion ran by her feet.

Paige wanted them to show up a little before shoot around so she could meet everyone before the fans started to pack the stands. She had even made sure the two were able to get into the family and eat something before the game, it was very considerate of her and Savea made sure to thank her for it later.

“Paigey!” The little girl screamed, spotting the blonde in a courtside seat finishing up a conversation with one of her assistant coaches. An iPad between them as they looked at film.

She looked up, pushing back the flyaways of her slick back bun. She opened up her arms, leaning forward towards the end of the seat. “Hey, babygirl!” A grin so big it reached her eyes she she picked Zion up in her arms.

The little girl’s short arms wrapped around her neck while Paige peppered her cheeks with kisses. Savea smiled from her spot a few feet away, adjusting the Marc Jacobs bag on her shoulder.

“P, look!” She yelled, fingers pointing to the white shirt Savea styled her in with Paige’s face on it. “D’you like it?”

“I love it, Z! Thank you so much.”

Paige had brought her attention away from Zion’s shirt, listening to her talk about her day with her mom as she walked up towards Savea. She was fairly shameless in the way she sized her up. The black backless shirt with gold jewelry complemented her carmel skin wonderfully. Her cheetah print pants sat beautifully low waisted on her hips, and face done up to accentuate her already goddess like appearance.

Savea noticed, calling her closer with her forefinger before planting a short kiss on her lips.

“Hey, ma. You good?” Paige asked, disappointed that the kiss she’d been thinking about all day only lasted for a few seconds.

“Mmhm.”

“You look good.” Her girlfriend complemented. Her hand briefly went to cover Zion’s eyes with her hand before she jokingly, and dramatically, bit her lip. She mouthed something a little too nasty because Savea’s jaw dropped and she hit the blonde’s arm with a force she didn’t even know she had.

“Ow! Z, mommy just hit me!” Paige pouted.

“Mommy, don’t hit her!” Zion frowned, crossing her arms on her chest and Paige stuck her tongue out in victory.

This is what she regretted about introducing the two. Paige was literally a six year old trapped in an adults body. The two together was like working at a daycare. Savea reluctantly apologized, rolling her eyes at Paige when her daughter stopped glaring at her with her adorable brown doe eyes.

“Okay, so,” Paige started. “I have some people who really really want to meet you, is that okay with you, Z?” She asked, running her fingers through Zion’s curly hair. Azzi and Nika were just walking into the gym from their side of the arena, their lavender colored warmups slowly approaching the group of three. The child curled into Paige’s chest, looking to her mom for some sort of support.

Savea nodded. “It’s okay! We’ll go with you, princess. Don’t be scared.” She smiled, instating some confidence into the little girl’s heart.

“Okay.” Zion mumbled, reaching for her mom and Paige allowed the other woman to take her from her grasp.

***

“But I thought you wear yellow and purple?” Zion yawned as she looked up at Paige slightly confused.

It had been a little over two hours after the game had ended. The match up living up to its expectations. The Sparks had thankfully came out with a two point victory 88-86 thanks to a game saving block by Cameron on Nalyssa Smith in the last few seconds.

Paige had played great, and both Savea and Zion nearly lost their voices cheering for her. A 29 point game coupled with 10 rebounds and 6 assists, a few steals and a memorable block added to the stat sheet as well.

The blonde sat on the carpeted floor of Savea’s LA Apartment. Zion sat soundly in her lap, taking sips from the warm milk Paige had provided her to get her to sleep, it was definitely a little past the toddler’s usual bedtime. After getting back from the game Zion could not stop talking about how cool she thought Paige’s job was, so her bedtime story hearing about and looking at memories from Paige’s career up until now. Pictures from when she played at Hopkins, to when she held that National Title trophy over her head during her last year at UConn. (a/n: manifesting)

“Well I do now, but I used to wear white and blue for a very long time.” Paige explained.

“I like blue.” Zion Yawned again, and Paige took the sippy cup away from her little hands.

“I know you do.” Paige laughed, wiping the dribble of milk that fell from her lips. “I think it might be bedtime for you, princess.”

She didn’t miss the frown that spread across Zion’s face, “I don’t wanna!” She whined, shaking her head viciously and burying herself deeper into Paige’s hold. “Please, Paigey?”

Paige very clearly hated telling Zion ‘no.’ She felt like the words should never even form on her tongue when talking to the little girl, but it was past 11:30 at night and keeping her up longer would only be a recipe for disaster come morning time. “It’s late, baby girl. You gotta go to bed.”

Savea could sense her daughter getting frustrated, so she walked over. She sat on the sofa that Paige rested her back against. Her hand subconsciously slipping to cup Paige’s cheek. “Z, let her put you to bed, okay? You got all day tomorrow to do whatever you want.” She reasoned.

Zion looked over to Paige, her frown turning into a smile when she stood up on her thighs and wrapped her arms around her neck. “One more story? Please!” Dragging out the ending sound, Zion eagerly jumped up and down.

“Okay! Okay, one more, that’s it.” Paige gave in. “But we’re going upstairs.”

“Thank you, mama.”

Paige’s brows furrowed for a few milliseconds before her head shot up to look at Savea. The expression on her face was incredulous. Savea simply shrugged, a matching smile on her face.

“Did you just call me, mama?” Paige asked, returning her attention to Zion.

“Sorry, I won’t—”

“No. No! Don’t apologize, princess. Of course you can call me that. I’d love it if you called me that.” Paige reassured. She held Zion close, probably closer than she’d even realized.

Savea didn’t fight the smile that formed on her face. She was very stingy with who she allowed around her daughter, and rightfully so. When she had first introduced Zion to Paige she had only hoped that Paige would be around for a long time, not only to protect her heart but Zion’s as well. This was even more than she had expected. It was heartwarming and she was so grateful to be able to watch the two’s relationship form into what it was now.

***

Savea finally made her way to her bathroom after watching Paige hold Zion to her chest and take her into her bedroom. This was another thing she loved about having the athlete around, she didn’t have to do it all alone. She was able to take time for herself in ways she wasn’t able to do before.

She had gotten out of the shower, body clean and smelling of her Vanilla body wash. Her favorite rose colored night robe on her body as she finished the rest of skin care routine. A few knocks on her door got her attention.

She tugged the door open to reveal her girlfriend. The blonde stepped into the brightly lit bathroom, her arms immediately wrapping around Savea’s waist and pulling her close. Paige tucked her head into the woman’s neck, “You smell nice.”

“Thank you! It’s that new body butter you got me.” Savea answered. Her hands dropped to hold onto the arms around her waist. Paige still had on her outfit from the game. A simple white graphic t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off; she was obviously in the mood to show off her muscles tonight. Her baggy light wash jeans clung low to her hips, the band of her Calvin Klein’s peaking out. “You played good tonight, it was kinda hot.” She changed the subject.

Paige’s lips puckered, pushing a kiss to Savea’s neck. She was soft with it, teasing as she looked into her eyes through the mirror. “I had a baddie sitting in the box, I had to show out.” She joked. Savea rolled her eyes at the cockiness that ran through her body.

“Okay, Jordan Poole.”

“I’m serious! You shoulda seen her, baby. She got a pretty smile, body on a whole different level, she was cheering me on the whole game too.” Paige continued, she slightly rocked the two side to side as she spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm, definitely a MILF. Shoulda seen her.” She teased. Paige kissed Savea’s neck again. Her hand moved to the silk string of her robe, playing with it but not tugging the robe open. “She ain’t got shit on you though.

“At all?”

“Nope. You just do something different to me. Can’t ever be replicated.” Paige said. She gently turned Savea around so she could look at her pretty face up close. Her eyes raked her girlfriend’s body, her tits just barely peaked out of the top of the silk cover up. The curve of Savea’s hips, though, was probably Paige’s favorite. Her skin was decorated in pretty stretch marks that she always made sure to show extra love to.

Savea puckered her lips, teasingly sticking them out for Paige to finally kiss them. Connecting them in a gentle kiss, Paige cupped Savea’s cheeks in her hand as she kissed them repeatedly. Savea let her, shoulders relaxing into Paige’s comfort as she melted into the kiss.

Paige’s tongue pushed slowly between her lips. It was a feeling and a taste she would never get over, even after these last couple years together. Savea tasted like candy, like hot chocolate on a snow day, like ice cream. So familiar and sweet.

Paige moaned softly and it spurred Savea on as she sucked dangerously on the pink muscle. Paige kisses back harder, the only signs of breathing being the short sounds of air leaving her nose.

The blonde pulled back delicately, pressing her pink lips to Savea’s cheek, then her jaw, and finally on her earlobe. “Sav?”

“Hmm?” She responded.

“Can I take this off?” Paige gestured towards her robe, tugging on the lace hem with the tips of her fingers.

Savea nodded, eyes going wide and eager. “Please.”

Her slender fingers untied the knot that kept the frail fabric together, watching it fall open around Savea’s body. Her breasts round and decorated with her hardened nipples and ridiculously sexy tan lines. A low whistle left Paige’s mouth as she continued sizing her up.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. My God.” Paige exclaimed. Her hands traveled up to Savea’s tits, cupping them before they moved to her hips. “Take these off.” She instructed. Her fingers snapped the simple navy colored cotton underwear against her hips. Savea reached to pull them off until the pooled by her feet and Paige took it as an opportunity to take off her white shirt, leaving her in a black Nike sports bra and her jeans.

To say Savea’s gawked at her body would be an understatement.

She stood practically drooling. Her abs were so defined and the muscles on her arms unintentionally flexed with each movement she made. The sight alone was more than enough to have her soaking wet between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate the pressure there.

“Babe, I don’t think you understand how bad I need you right now.”

“Show me then.”

Savea’s legs slightly parted, giving Paige room to step closer and stand between them more. A hand gripped her waist while the other trailed from the center of her chest and down her stomach. Savea rested against the counter, her palms flush against the cool marble sink when Paige ran her middle finger through her folds.

The slick pooled on her finger, catching her by surprise. She brought her finger to her lips, licking her girlfriend’s precum off of it before licking her lips.

“Hiding that from me all day, Sav?”

“Paige c’mon.” Savea breathed out, her head lolling to the side where she looked at Paige teasingly. A pout gracing her face.

She wanted more and Paige could tell, so her finger slipped inside slowly, gently parting her folds and brushing her walls with the long finger. Savea took a deep breath following that with a bite of her plump bottom lip. Her fingers were good company while Paige was busy, but they never did the job as well as her girlfriend did.

“Shit, you’re already dripping?” Paige groaned at the sight.

“You don’t know how sexy you look when you play.” Savea defended, but her mind was elsewhere, namely the slight rake of Paige’s long finger moving inside of her. “Been like this for hours, P.”

“You think you can take another?”

“Two more. Fuck, I’ll take three more. Just fuck me, P.”

Paige was never one for making her woman wait, so she nudged her clit gently with her ring finger. Her hand stilled before pushing in the second finger followed by the third. Savea’s insane wetness made it easy.

“You’re so tight, Sav.” Paige mumbled, dragging her fingers in and out at a dangerously slow pace. Her lip tucked between her teeth while she watched Savea’s body writhe. “You like that, baby?”

She nodded in response, a moan mixed with a whine leaving her pouted lips.

Paige’s head traveled to her girlfriend’s chest. Her lips kissing gently on it before traveling to her tits. She grasped one in her hand, tongue slowly peeking out of her mouth to lick Savea’s sensitive nipple. Paige did it again, but this time softly biting on the flesh. Her fingers started speeding up, the thickness of the three combined with the sucking on her tits made Savea’s eyes roll.

“Ha— Paige. Oh fuck, just like that.” She whimpered. Her hand cradled Paige’s head, fingers tangling into the long blonde hair. Her head fell back as she gripped onto the edge of the sink with her free hand. “Feels ‘s good.” Savea praised.

Her girlfriend’s lips continued with opened mouth kisses across her skin, tongue teasing her nipples and soothing the hickeys that formed there. The pace Paige had set for herself was dreadfully slow, teasing that one spot over and then slowing down before speeding up again. She pulled back from Savea’s chest, biting her bottom lip while she moved.

“You’re so pretty, Sav.” Paige complemented. Her arm began to sting, her muscles tensing from the increased rigor. Her middle finger curved just slightly and Savea’s head shot up with a shade of pink accented on her cheeks. “Oh my God, listen to that.” Paige fired. The wetness of Savea’s cunt was doing unimaginable things to her, soaking her boxers without a doubt.

“Baby,” Savea started. Her hand darted down to her clit, but Paige pushed the hand away.

Her need for control was so apparent. Her tall and muscular body towered over her menacingly and Savea craved it. She lived off of that feeling.

“Let me get you right.” Paige groaned as she pressed her thumb to the woman’s clit. She applied a steady pressure to the nerves, rubbing tight circles over it. “Fuck you just like you need it. You’re takin’ it so good, mama.”

“It’s so fucking—sensitive.” Savea gasped.

She raised in volume, and although the feeling was otherworldly, she still had her child sleeping in the room next door. Her hand pressed to her mouth to silence her growing cries.

Paige’s fingers pressed against her spot over and over and over again. The curling of her fingers hit that gummy spot and made Savea’s legs nearly give out on her. Her stomach was doing summersaults and the knot tightened.

“Let it go, Sav.” Paige instructed. “All down my hand, let that shit go.” Her veiny hand peeled Savea’s palm from her mouth. Paige’s lips hovered over hers, nearly touching but not yet as she breathed in all of her girlfriend’s breathless pleas. “Let me hear you.”

“‘M so close.”

“I know, Ma.”

“You’re so deep.”

Paige smirked at that, pushing her hand further until a squeal escaped Savea. “I’ll go deeper. Just need you to cum. Make a mess on this floor, go ‘head.”

“Paige!” Savea hiccuped, a groan leaving her lips as she steadied a hand on her broad shoulder. Eyes glued shut and mouth agape as she approached her climax.

“Look at me, love.” Paige spoke softly. Her hand slipped to the back of Savea’s neck, refocusing her attention.

Savea’s eyes blinked open, a glassy look on her brown eyes. Her body was on fire thanks to Paige, she knew her like the back of her hand. The blonde hit her spot with ease, repeatedly pushing at her button and rubbing her clit simultaneously until Savea’s legs shook and she gripped her shoulder with an electric force as she came.

Her jaw fell slack, her moans coming out as more dragged out breaths. Her chest heaved, and Paige’s eyes remained glued to her, even after she broke their eye contact. Her cum pooled in Paige’s palm, the sticky substance coating her hand and Savea’s thighs.

The athlete took another step forward to connect their lips, her fingers gently slipping out of her cunt. “I love you.” She spoke in between short pecks.

“I love you too, P.” Savea whispered back.

Her arms finally draped around her shoulders to hold her close, and Paige’s wildly exhausted ones fell together at Savea’s hips. They stood like that for a while softly shifting side to side while Savea caught her breath. Her head fit perfectly in Paige’s neck, inhaling the scent of her cologne that still managed to stay on throughout the night. Paige’s clean hand drew circles on her lower back, muttering soft, sweet nothings into her ear.

“Paige?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I say this all the time, but I really am so thankful for everything you do to help me out with Z.” Savea’s voice was low, she nearly drifted off to sleep right where she stood. “None of it goes unnoticed.”

“Baby don’t worry about it. You’re my family, I’m just doing my part.” Paige spoke into Savea’s hair. This was her life. Sure she got to play the sport she loved and the fame and attention that came with it was an added bonus, but she had Savea and Zion. Her motivation to keep going, even when she hated going to the gym in the morning. She had a family. “Oh my God, she called me mama today.” Paige finally realized.

She couldn’t fight the smile that formed on her face even if she tried. Savea nodded from her spot in Paige’s neck, giggling like a child when she looked up into her girlfriend’s bright blues.

“I know! You should’ve seen your face.” Savea pointed out, and just like that Paige was joining her in laughter, holding her lover close by while she talked.

And when their night came to an end, after they took a shower (yes another shower for Savea) and the girl returned the favor to Paige in said shower. After all was said and Savea fell asleep in the strong arms of her lover, Paige closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Thinking of her girl, and their little family.

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authors note so so so cute, thank you anon! domestic paige is my favvvvvvorite but i thought it would be weird to write about her like this while she’s still at uconn idk.. so LA PAIGE (💔)

[barblaz-arts]

I've come back to drop some Next Gen Nevermore lore, this time about Sora and Regine's parents 💕

Yukiko Toriyama

Because of my love for parallels, she's a doctor to match the adult characters in the show (Principal - Weems/Bianca; Sheriff - Galpin/Walker). She's a surgeon though, not a therapist like Kinbott, but still a doctor!

Yukiko's around Wednesday and co's age, so she was also in Jericho High when they were in Nevermore. She has a huge respect for Outcasts, thinking that they are very cool. In fact, she thought this one siren girl that she first saw during Outreach Day was especially cool. Soon she will find out that her name is Bianca Barclay and that her classmate Lucas Walker will end up dating her.

She met Sora's father some time after graduating from high school. She fell for his confidence, and was especially impressed that he was an Outcast. Unfortunately she realized too late that he's all talk. When she got pregnant with Sora, his rich parents essentially sent her hush money, which she accepted and used to pay for med school. Sora's grandparents helped raise her while Yukiko finished her studies, so she wasn't as present as she probably should have been during Sora's childhood. She tries her best though, really.

Hugo Schuyler

Sora's father. He came from a rich and reputable family of psychics that specialize in spirits, also known as Herons. Because of his family's reputation, he developed a huge ego and has delusions of grandeur.

He's a glutton for attention, a trait that Sora unfortunately inherited as she also always makes an effort to fit in with "the popular crowd" among her peers. However unlike Sora who is ashamed of her outcast status and prefers to hide her power, Hugo has a superiority complex and overcompensates for his weak psychic abilities by being obnoxiously loud about his outcast status and his family's name.

He ends up starting a YouTube channel as a paranormal investigator after Nevermore. When he finds out he has a daughter, he's quick to head over to Nevermore and rope Sora into his paranormal shenanigans. No, it doesn't end up being a cute father-daughter bonding activity.

He sees both Wednesday and Enid as rivals. Wednesday for her formidable psychic powers (and reputation!), Enid for, well, her more successful YouTube channel(which isn't even hers, it's the Wolf Preserve's). Wednesday does not remember him from their high school days though, and Enid purposely mixes him up with Xavier when addressing him.

Vega hates him because he thinks aliens don't exist.

Erica Gutierrez

(I don't have her design and personality fully conceptualized yet, sorry)

Erica is Eugene's ex-wife and is a famous actress who started out when she was a teenager. She used to be a celebrity crush of Eugene's when he was in Nevermore, and dating and marrying her was a dream come true that sadly didn't last.

Erica makes an effort to see Regine when she can, and she usually has her daughter stay with her throughout the summer. Her fame comes with its own cons, particularly the excessive attention she(and by extension her family) gets hugely contributing to Regine's overly reclusive personality.

Erica had nothing to do with Outcasts before meeting Eugene and is every bit of a Normie. She and Wednesday never liked each other. She gets along well with Enid because she thinks Enid is normal enough when she isn't wolfed out. Enid likes her for getting her Michelle Yeoh's autograph and a video message as a birthday gift once. (Wednesday hates that Eugene's ex wife of all people showed her up that year)

None of the Nevermore student knew Regine's mother was a celebrity until Erica decided to give her daughter a surprise visit during Family Day(coincidentally the same day Hugo goes to meet Sora. It was a long weekend for the girls)

(masterpost for my AUs here)

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT!

Partial credit to @whitebeltwriter for coming up with Yukiko's background with me. I no longer remember which parts were my idea and which is hers, but pls know that it was a collaborative effort

[hazelfoureyes]

What would be really cute is if a spell backfired temporarily turning alastor into the cursed cat alastor and the reader ends up fawning over him and taking care of him, not realizing its actually him. He's just loving all the attention from her 🤭

I love catlastor! Omg yes! Just a quick little piece while he’s so popular. That is so cute!!

It was, decidedly, not cute. A … raccoon? Mutant Fennec Fox? No, no it was more feline. But, hmm. Maybe hell had their own breeds of trash animals. Either way, you picked up the little creature. Red and black, stupid fucking smile, sharp teeth. It seemed to be shaking? No, vibrating? Quaking?? You struggled to keep it in your hands, but managed to tuck it under your arm like a football.

You had found it roaming the lobby, perhaps it was a resident’s … pet? It cocked it’s head, staring at you while you were staring at it from your bed.

“Psst Psst,” you offered it a piece of meat, but no response. Its eyes searched the room, seemingly not limited in their range of motion. With a screech it launched itself at the mounted deer head above the fireplace.

You pulled and tugged, its jaw locked onto the antlers. “Come on you little shit, come on,” You put your leg against the wall for leverage. Then your other leg. Soon you were hanging from the deer, too, by way of the tiny animal’s legs.

How was it so strong? Determination? Magic? Pure unbridled insanity? The ever dilated eyes seem to beg the latter.

Finally, it lost interest and you both dropped to the ground.

“Do… do you want scratches?”

It’s eyes blinked independently of eachother.

You reached out a trembling hand, focused entirely on the row of yellowed teeth grinning back at you.

With a well placed scratch behind it’s ear, the little creature softened and fell over onto it’s side like a horse about to die.

“Aww?” You wondered out loud, “You like that?” You scooped it up and got comfortable in the plush chair opposite the cold fireplace. “Only Lucifer would think a fireplace in hell made any sense,” you ran your hand down the length of the ball of fur and fangs, “He belongs on a travel size chess set, not designing hotels.”

Your hand jumped, “Are you purring? Wittle Gobwin hates Luci?” It’s tail wagged side to side, “Awww. Okay, yeah, you’re pretty cute.”

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up gasping, struggling to expand your lungs fully. Looking down you found none other than the cannibal deer of the Pride Ring, Alastor, cuddled on your lap.

Too weak to move him, too scared to wake him, you wiggled yourself up enough to breath and pretended to be asleep. It was best, you thought correctly, that he could have the illusion of sneaking out undetected.

The next morning you passed him in the halls, unable to stop yourself from whispering “wittle gobwin.”

Luckily, you were a fast runner.

༻Masterlist༺

∰ Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult: @nonetheartist , fizzled-phoenix , @tsunaki , @janchei , @wettiny-in-smutland , @moonmark98 , @hoebihoeshi , @fjorjestertealeaf , @pansexual-opera-house , @ive-no-idea-what-to-call-this , @roxxie-wolf , @polytheatrix , @lorddiabigmommymilkers , @backinthefkingbuildingagain , @harley2223-blog , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @poinappel , @midnightnoiserose , @spookieroz , @missmidorima , @phobophobular , @ivebeenthearchersstuff , @downbadforfictionalppl , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @sleepylittledemon , @aether-th3-enby , @dontfuckbutimfab , @surusurusuru , @breathlessaura , @aperfectidiot , @certainlygay , @jth12 , @star-kujo-platinum , @ivebeenthearchersstuffn, @rubyninja1

🏹Alastor stalkers: @celestial-vomit , @amurtan

[afro-hispwriter]

A Good Wife Prequel

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

(Daemon and Laenas daughter, no aegon x reader in this)

Prequel to “A Good Wife” but can be read as a standalone 

Warnings- targcest(cousin), set during episode 8, oral(f receiving), p in v sex, virginity loss, sexual tension, choking, smut part inspired by Rhaenyra losing her virginity to Criston sorta (you'll see), Aegon's advances, jealous!Aemond,

Summary- you hadn't seen your cousin Aemond in 2 years, only briefly meeting at your mother funeral and another at a name day celebration, but after being called to KingsLanding, attractions come to light

Switches between 3rd and 2nd person(i tried to be grrm at the end lol) 

Wc- 6k

Thank you @fan-goddess and @jasminecosmic99 for the help!

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Your mother is dead. You had to watch her struggle to give birth to your newest siblings then painfully walk to her dragon, Vhagar. Your  father had rushed out after her, you tried to follow after but he didn't let you. So you went up onto the walkway which looks out over the beaches of Pentos. Yet what you saw was utter heart wrenching, as you watched Vhagar open her mouth wide and set your mother and baby brother ablaze. 

Daemon had fallen to his knees on the beach and couldn't move as he continued to merely stare at his wife’s body. He wasn't sure how long it had been before he felt a small hand on his shoulder. 

-

The funeral came quickly. The last time you were in Driftmark was when you were born, but even then Laena and Daemon managed to take off to Pentos not soon after. 

There were so many new faces, but not of your grandparents. They held the three of you tightly as your Uncle Vaemond Velaryon led the funeral, and as her casket fell into the sea the realization settled in that you would never see your mother again. Never feel that warm touch. Never hear her soothing voice again. 

You sat on the beach with your legs crossed as you dug into the ground with a stick. Your tears had long dried up and you were down to just sniffles. 

"Y/n?" A small voice came behind you and you turned around. It was a young boy, around your age maybe. Targaryen as well. 

"How do you know my name?" 

"My mother told me. I'm Prince Aemond Targaryen." 

"Oh, the king's son." You stood up and dusted your black dress, followed by a small curtsy. Aemond just frowned and shifted on his heels awkwardly.

"You don't have to do that." He says and you press your lips together. An awkward silence fell on the both of you. "Why are you down here alone my lady?" 

"I-I." Your eyes started to well up with tears and you wiped the first layer away but suddenly they were falling fast. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I should take you back." Aemond offered you his hand and you wiped your eyes before wiping  them on your dress and taking his hand. Letting him lead you back into the castle. 

-

From above Alicent and Otto stood, Alicent with a glower and Otto with amusement painted on his face as they watched the two children below hold hands and walk up the steps together.

"It isn't a terrible match, it could help us secure Daemon. He loves his daughters no doubt about that." Otto states. 

"There is no securing Daemon Targaryen.” Alicent said, her glare still prominent. “We need Aemond available for future use if it comes down to it."  With that, the queen walked away just as the two children came up the steps with Aemond leading his cousin through the crowd and dropping her off at her designated chamber where she would remain through the night. All the way through the chaos that would come. However, until Daemon came in the morning and announced they were moving to Dragonstone with Rhaenerya and her sons. 

-

Dorne was nothing but beautiful the 2 years you resided there. Only now returning when the conflict for the next heir of Driftmark was being called into question. You didn't HAVE to be there, but it was for "moral support." 

Vermithor had you in King's Landing in just 3 days. You were sad to leave Dorne. You’d learned and experienced so much that it hurt to leave but you couldn't deny how much you missed your father and sisters. 

You ended up landing just after they did. There's been a slight chill covering Kinglanding and your new wardrobe from Dorne did not help you one bit to help you accommodate it, but the small shawl that simply buckled softly around your neck sufficed. 

You hadn't been there long enough to know exactly where you were going. As not many people knew you were even attending, you didn't even have an escort, but you eventually made it inside the Keep. So much has changed. But it was more like the Hightowers had changed. Everything Targaryen or more like nothing that wasn't Seven approved was taken down and replaced with that damned seven pointed star.

"It’s a shame really." A deep voice spoke behind you and you turned around just to look up at your dear cousin.

"Prince Aemond." You say with a smile which he returns. 

"Lady Y/n, was Dorne everything you hoped it to be?" You didn't miss the way you cousin's lilac eye took you in. All of you. No doubt you had grown since the last time you saw each other at Aegon's name day celebration. 

"It was quite the experience, I learned a lot."

Your hair was longer, your eyes were deeper, and don't get him started on your dress. It was so different from the modest one he last saw you in Aegon's name day , asThis one was true Dornish style. The material was soft silk and there was a mesh addition to leave much more to the imagination. His mother would have a heart attack at the dip of the dress at your chest. 

He had grown too though. Taller. Broader. A dark aura shined around him and it drew you in. He made your chest tighten. 

"Are you not cold?" He asks you with a smile. 

"Not really, I’m getting quite warm actually." You say as you undo the buckle of the shawl and let it fall so it rests on your arms. You turned around suddenly and you could hear Aemonds breath hitch. 

The dress was backless. Aemonds eye traced along your skin before settling on the material that sat bunched up just above your ass. The smallest tug could reveal so much. If Alicent wouldn't have a heart attack, Aemond certainly would. 

"Like what you see cousin?" 

Oh you little- 

You let out a giggle and Aemonds looked down while his face turned red. You strode up close to him and turned your head slightly to catch his eye. 

"Don't be ashamed my prince, we're Targaryens. it’s in our blood." He looked up this time but as soon as he did he quickly looked away again from you making you smirk. "Prince Aemond?"

"Yes, Lady Y/n?"

"The rest of our family is here already but I'm having trouble finding them. Could you help me?" Aemond did not know what game you were playing at, but he was still willing to be a pawn for you at any time.  He offered you his arm and you gladly took it.

-

It didn’t take long for you to find your family, or rather, they saw you. They were all huddled together speaking lowly, but Luke saw you first and his face broke into a wide smile. You broke away from Aemond and Luke had you in a tight hug instantly.

“I miss you.” He said as he laid his head on your chest while you smiled. Aemond took a step back as the rest of your family from Dragonstone and Driftmark approached. Daemon Targaryen rolled his shoulders back at the sight of his grown nephew The boy now towered over him. The One-Eyed had matured, and any man or woman could see he had his sight set on Prince Daemon and Lady Laena’s firstborn. 

“Thank you, for aiding my daughter.” Daemon says as he kisses the side of your head in a possessive motion. “I'm sure your mother is wondering where you are.” There was a tension built in the atmosphere just between the two men, and you took the liberty of an attempt to dissolve it. 

“Thank you, for helping me, Prince Aemond.” You say and separate from Daemon to go up on your toes to kiss Aemond’s cheek. 

“It was no trouble my lady.” He nods before turning away. You bite your lower lip as you watch him leave, the act going unnoticed by Daemon.

“What were you doing with that Hightower cunt?” You rolled your eyes and hugged Rhaena tightly. 

“He was only helping me find my way to all of you, nothing more.” 

-

The throne room was packed, so many overlapping voices. Rhaena and Luke had wanted to know everything about Dorne that you hadn’t already  incorporated in the letters sent, while Jace simply listened in. 

Daemon however noticed the eyes of the many lords who looked over at you and whispered to each other. No doubt he would be approached once this was over by lords either presenting their sons or themselves for your hand. 

The moment Otto started talking though you made sure to tune the man quickly out. 

Your cousins on the other side of the room seemed to be doing the same as it appeared Nobody truly wanted to be there. 

Aemond on the other hand loved it deep down. He saw you less than an hour ago and you’re all he thinks about now. You shined brighter than anybody in the room, even in the gloomy light shining through the windows. 

His look did not go unnoticed by you and you couldn’t help but think howSomeone has to show your one-eyed cousin how to be subtle. But to tease the man a bit you brought your hands up as if you were brushing your shoulder randomly, your thumb “accidentally” getting caught on the material around your breasts and brought it down slightly, Revealing the swell of the sides of your breasts. His breath hitched and he looked away. That action did not go unnoticed by your eldest cousin Aegon though had noticed as well and he licked his lips. 

The arrival of the king brought you back. Your father going to help the old sick man who dropped his crown and could barely stand. 

It wasn’t long before once again, Lucerys’ claim was established. Again. Your great uncle Vaemond had a say in it, which resulted in part of the man's head chopped off. 

-

You were escorted out after that. Brought to your chambers where you learned the king asked for a family dinner. It was the perfect moment for you to get closer to Aemond, so You made sure to tell one of the servant girls to inform the others who were preparing for the dinner to put a chair next to Aemonds. 

The servants scrubbed you down and cleaned you everywhere, trimmed where anything needed trimming or cut completely. 

The dress you wore was more modest, but still with your new found Dornish style. 

As you finished with your accessories, someone knocked gently at your door.

“Come in.” You called and turned around in your chair to see the door open. A man opened the door, helmet in hand and head low. “Eoywn!” You stood up and ran to your friend and wrapped your arms around the man. 

Eoywn was a stable boy on Dragonstone andYour first friend after the move. The two of you would watch the knights train which is what convinced him to join. A little help from you, and he was being trained. Eoywn was always a handsome boy. Brown hair, brown eyes, and his warm olive skin shined always.

“Ser Eoywn now I suppose.” You chuckle and hold the man at arms length. He certainly grew. “I didn’t know you'd be here.”

“I was being briefed and introduced to King's Landing, my apologies My Lady.” You cocked your head to the side. 

“Oh please don’t start with the Lady.” You groaned as he chuckled.

“Your father sent me here to escort you to dinner, so you don’t get lost again. in his words.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Lead the way.”

-

Aemond stood talking with Aegon when you walked in with Ser Eoywn behind you. He instantly stopped talking to his brother and locked eyes with you while Aegon turned to you and instantly smiled. 

“My beautiful cousin.” He says and holds his arms out to pull you into a hug. You were tense, but you still greeted the man. He pulled away and let his hands drag along your waist. “You’ve grown.” 

“Everyones been saying that.” 

“Because it's true.” He squeezed your hips. “So very true.” 

“Leave her alone, Aegon.” Aemond says behind him and Aegon rolls his eyes.

“Simple innocent fun brother. You do know what fun is right?” Before Aemond could respond, everyone fell silent as King Viserys was carried in. Everyone then took their places, you walked round the table while Aemond sat and Eowyn pulled out your chair right next to the prince and pushed you into the table once you settled in it. 

Daemon was leaning back in his chair staring directly at you.

Aemonds demeanor changed, as he clasped his hands together in his lap and straightened his back. You sat to his right, allowing him to look at you out of the corner of his eye . Aemond was glad you chose something a bit more modest, but no less beautiful. If you had shown up to dinner in the same dress from earlier, Aemond would no doubt be having another date with his hand after the dinner was over.  

“He should’ve stayed in bed.” You mumbled looking at the king. Aemonds chest jumped slightly as if trying to stop a laugh. “Me and you could have had our own dinner, just the two of us.” You grabbed a napkin and flattened it across your lap. 

“We still can.” He says lowly. “Just leave now. Nobody will notice.”

“Hmm and do what?” You smirked at him. “Eat or-.” You were cut off by Viserys standing. He proceeded to go on about the family and how divided everyone was and how that shouldn’t be. When the man took off the golden mask revealing how bad the illness truly was. You swallowed deeply as you couldn’t tear your eyes away. 

It didn’t take long before the king finished and Rhaenerya and Alicent followed with their own toasts. You’re not sure what Aegon had said but Jace’s reaction was enough. Everyone looked at him in confusion and suddenly Aemond stood up tall, chair creaking as he did so. You kept looking between the two, tension was clearly high between them and everyone waited for the other to act. 

Aemond instantly going to his brother's defense made the fire already burning inside of you burn hotter. 

Jace punched Aegon's arm softy and lifted his cup of wine, saying toast to his two uncles. Once it was done Aemond was the one still standing, glaring at Jace. 

“Aemond.” You whispered and he looked down and licked his lips before sitting back down. Helaena stood up next with a smile and wine in hand. 

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena.” 

“Don’t let them get to you.” You whispered to Aemond. “They’re only boys.” Aemond didn’t respond, just drew his shoulders back. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his pale hand and squeezed it. You smiled at him and he showed no emotion but a flicker of his eye to your lips. You leaned forward and he leaned back, cheeks dusting pink making you giggle. 

Music started and food was brought out. Everyone dug in passing around plates of potatoes, peas, and salads. You’ve let Aemonds hand go to start filling your plate full of food.

“How does it look compared to Dornish cuisine?” Aemond asks and you shrug. 

“There is more color in Dorne.” You took a bite. “And more flavor, but I missed this food nonetheless.” 

“Y/n.” Otto bumps into the conversation. “Was Dorne everything they say, I rarely go.” 

“It was fun, I learned a lot. They express themselves a lot, it makes me admire them.” 

“Any suitors?” Aemond asks and you raise an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, cousin.”

“I would actually.” 

“And why is that?” There was a sly look on your face and Aemond tensed his jaw.

“Aemond?” Alicent caught her son's attention and shook her head.

“My apologies my lady, I did not mean to intrude.”

“No harm.” You say taking another bite and shifted your knees to push into his. “What of you? Any ladies lining up.” 

“None.” He says, you would say it was a tone of disappointment but he didn’t let it show.

“Well they are fools.” He let out a hum.

“Are you a fool, my lady?” He asks.

“I won't be the fool if you anger me, my prince.” 

“Then I should see that I don’t.” He raised his cup to you and brought it to his lips, followed by you copying his actions. The king's health seemed to drop even further and the man was carried out. 

A steaming pig was brought out and placed in front of the two of you. You licked your lips and instantly grabbed a knife and fork to start cutting your own pieces. You missed the way Luke laughed at Aemond, it wasn't until the man stood up, slamming his fists on the table and grabbed his cup. 

“Final tribute.” He says and everyone stops. “To the three strong boys.” You set your utensils down and stared up at him. 

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace says and the two started walking towards each other. 

“Why? Do you not think of yourself strong?” Jace swung hard at Aemond but didn’t make the man stumble. All while Aegon slammed Luke onto the table as your sisters tried to jump into the fight. Aemond shoved Jace to the ground and turned around, flashing you a big smile and you shook your head in disappointment. 

“Your brother certainly is strong, my lady.” He whispered in your ear as he set his cup down. You rolled your eyes and simply drank more wine. 

Jace scrambled to his feet and tried to charge again, Aemond readying himself to humiliate the boy again. But Daemon stopped it before anything happened. This time you did stand up to try and intervene but it was Ser Eowyn who stopped you.

“My lady.” He says while shaking his head. Your shoulders slumped and you took a step back. Aemond and Daemon stared each other down before Aemond backed off, looking straight ahead and walking out the room. 

Dinner was clearly over. You dismissed yourself and walked quickly to try and catch up with Aemond with Eowyn in tow. Only for him to be stopped by Daemon.

“Make sure my daughter goes straight to her chamber’s. By force if needed.” He says, emphasizing on the “her”. Eowyn nodded and took off after you. 

-

“My lady.” He calls after you as you’re already down the hall. “Y/n stop!” You stopped in your tracks and whipped around.

“Yes?” 

“Your father has given me strict orders on making sure you go straight to your chambers.” 

“Orders.” You rolled your eyes. “He can suck my cock.” You turned around again and started walking when Eowyns gloved hand encased your wrists. 

“You come willingly or its by force.” He says serious this time. 

“As if you would.” You said offended and ripped your wrist from his hands and crossed your arms.

“I care about you my friend, I truly do. But your father scares me more.” Suddenly you were over the man's shoulders and he was walking towards the direction of your chambers.

-

It was a fight the whole way there until he set you down right in front of the door. You huffed and smoothed your dress out and opened the door.

“Sorry.” He says and you shut the door in his face. You had to see Aemond, there was no way you were able to stay in King's Landing now. 

Your best course was to get ready for bed and wait a bit until everyone was surely asleep and you could sneak out somehow. Ser Eowyn should be patrolling the halls by that time. 

You finished wrapping up your hair and threw a robe on. As you were looking in the mirror your door slammed open making you scream. Daemon walked in with a heavy step and started looking around the room.

“Are you mad? What if I were naked?” You crossed your arms and glared at him.

“Well it seems that's where you're trying to go with my nephew.” He looks into the closet.

“What are you talking about?” 

“A blind man could see what's going on between the two of you. You’re so infatuated with him you didn’t even defend your brothers.” 

“My brothers?” You scoffed. “They’re my half cousins at best. And maybe we wouldn’t be here if Rhaenyra made sure at least one of her sons looked the tiniest bit like me, don’t you agree?” 

“Mind your tongue.”

“Or what, you’re going to chop my head off?” You scoffed again and sat in a chair. “I'm not a child anymore, father. Please leave.” He let out a deep sigh before turning around and leaving. 

“I'm glad he did not see me.” A voice sounded from behind you and you almost jumped out of your skin. 

“Aemond?!” He stood there in the window and brought his hood down. “You can't be here.” 

“Why not?” He asks and unties his cloak and tossed it on a chair. “Were you not planning on seeing me?” 

“Yes but my father made it difficult.” 

“Hmm.” He says and your eyes flash to the dagger on his hips. “You’re not mad I shoved your brothers.” 

“Hmm, no.” You say standing up to stand before him. Aemonds heart started racing. “I don’t care enough to be mad.” Suddenly you unsheathed his dagger and playfully pointed at him. “Unless you want me too.

“Give that back, I don't want you to hurt yourself.” He says holding out his but you shake your head.

“Hurt myself? Who do you think I am? I can cut you down right here and nobody would know.” You say and started backing up. Aemond frowned and tried to lunge at you but you ran to the other side of the bed

You were playing him.

“Y/n.” He tried again but you dodged it and giggled. “Are you done?” You pouted and flipped the dagger so the blade was in your hand and the handle faced Aemond. 

“You’re no fun.” Aemond rolled his eye and walked towards you. The second his hand was reaching out  to grab the handle, you tossed the blade to the side of the room and grabbed Aemonds wrists and yanked him down so you could press your own lips against his. The prince was stunned but he let it happen. You slowly let go of his wrists and pushed yourself into his body. Aemond wrapped an arm around your waist so you could reach up and wrap an arm around his neck and back. 

The kiss was getting heated and you could feel yourself get dizzy at the lack of air. It was Aemond who pulled away first. 

“That was unexpected.” He squeezed your waist tightly making you bite your lip. You kissed him again and this time Aemond let his lust take over and walk backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell. He let you go so you only bounced on the bed. You brought your knees up so your nightgown fell and revealed your thighs. Aemond licked his lips and grabbed your knees. 

“We really shouldn’t.” You said and lifted yourself up to get rid of your robe.

“No. We shouldn’t.” Aemond says and he sinks to his knees and pushes his face down to disappear under the dress. “No small clothes like a common whore?” He kissed your inner thighs a few times before letting his tongue deleve straight into your folds making you gasp. You bunched up the bottom of the gown and scrunched it towards you so you could see Aemonds face. He pushed his nose into your clit and inhaled softly. Your face burnt in embarrassment.

“Aemond no.” 

“You smell divine.” He muffed and opened his mouth wide to devour you. Your fingers made their way into his hair and pulled tightly making him groan. His lips closed around your clit and he sucked harshly. 

“Aemond.” You arched your back and your leg made its way over his shoulder. “So good.” Aemond brought a finger up and plunged it in your hole. Your jaw slacked and your stomach tensed. 

“Oh gods.” He started thrusting his finger in while still not letting your clit go. It was better than your fingers would ever do. 

Your moans were loud while Aemond was practically silent. You bit the sheets of the bed and bucked up into his face, forcing hips lips off your clit and the hood of your clit catching on his nose 

“Aemond fuck.” You grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face flush against you. It allows you to start moving your hips up and down. Aemond just let it happen, regardless of how much he couldn’t breathe. He curled his finger slightly and your belly tightened and you let out a loud squeal as your orgasam washed over you. 

You slowly let Aemond go as your muscles spasmed. He sucked in a deep breath to fill his lungs back up before dipping down again and licking any juices that dribbled out. The overstimulation was unbearable so you practically shoved Aemond so he fell on his ass.

“Too much.” You laughed out of breath. Aemond shook his head in amusement before standing up. His erection pressing heavily against his pants was very evident. “Do you need help?” Your foot made its way up his legs before settling on his groin and you pushed against it. Aemond groaned and clasped a hand around your ankle. 

“I shouldn’t stay and you know that.” 

“But I want to return the favor.” You sat up completely and slowly shed the robe from your shoulders. “Don’t you want me too?” Aemond looks down at you with a dark glint in his eye. He dropped your ankle and stepped in between your legs.

“If we get caught. There would be a scandal.” He says and started undoing his vest. 

“I live for drama.” He tossed the material to the side to reveal his bare chest. He lifted one knee onto the bed and leaned over you, supporting his weight on his arm. 

“Then let us be the biggest scandal this kingdom has ever heard of.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against your body. He kissed you deeply before pulling off and reaching down to the tie of his pants. He pulled the strings to loosen them up then pushed it down his hips to set under his ass. His cock jumped out, sliding against his stomach and sticking straight at you. 

“Is this what you’ve been hiding from court?” You reached out and tried to grab him but he slapped your hand away. 

“No time for that.” He pinned you down on the bed by your wrists with one hand. Your dress was once again around your waist but this time Aemonds hand ripped the top of your dress with one tug, releasing your breasts from their confinements. He took one in his mouth and released it. 

Aemond grabbed his cock and pushed his hips down so he could swipe the head along your fold. The tip got caught against your hole making you jump and struggle against Aemonds wrists. At seeing your struggle he instantly let you go. 

“Gently, Aemond. Please.” He chuckled. 

“Such a tease but you haven’t even let anyone touch you.” Your face burnt in embarrassment. “Did you learn anything in Dorne? They are known for being so open.” 

“Shut up and just fuck me Aemond.” He didn’t have to be told again as he pushed in. There was still some resistance so he reached down and rubbed your clit. You were a mix of groaning in discomfort and moaning in pleasure once he was fully inside you. 

Your hand found his and they entwined. He slowly started thrusting and you felt yourself loosening up. Aemonds eye fluttered shut and his head lowered to your ear, letting you hear his quiet sounds of pleasure. 

Your legs locked around his waist. Aemond sped up, your tightness was squeezing him deliciously. You bit his shoulder to muffle your moans. Your hands have found your breasts to allow you to pinch and tug at them, just to amplify the pleasure more. Aemond captured your lips again, your mouth opening to moan allowed the prince to slip his tongue in. 

You released your chest and grabbed the back of Aemonds hair and tore the band holding the strands of hair up. It framed his face and the speed of his thrusts and closeness of your bodies let the end tickle your body. You tugged his hair to force him off your lips and pressed your foreheads together as your body jerked at his harsh thrusts. 

“I-I want to see you as I cum cousin. All of you.” Aemond stopped his thrusts and your heart sank. He stared at you, seeming to be deep in thought. If you were any other woman, in any situation. He would’ve said no. But the way the moon shone on your body, revealing the glistening from the layer of sweat or how your face was blissed out all due to him. 

He shed the eye patch and threw it across the room. You looked at him in awe, the shimmering of the gem was beautiful. But it turned into pleasure once again as his hand grabbed your throat and pushed you into the bed. Holding you to the bed as his thrusts started again, deep and harsh. 

“A-Aemond.” You squealed and his hand tightened to cut your airways slightly . His cock continuously rubbed against the spot inside you leaving you even more breathless. “Gonna cum!” Your face twisted and your jaw slacked as you came all over Aemond. He groaned at the tightness which squeezed him tight enough for his seed to shoot out and fill you up. Your legs tightened against him, pulling him even closer. 

He let you go and grabbed your legs to unwrap them from his hips so he could fall down. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breaths. 

You would’ve fallen asleep if it weren’t for Aemond getting up and putting his clothes. 

“Why are you leaving? The fun has just started.” You brought your knees together and swayed them side to side. 

“It is late, cousin.” You rolled your eyes at his sudden bluntness.

“Just one more time, please.” You pleaded with a pout. In the process of tying his pants together, he looked behind himself to give himself a taste at the sight below him. 

His pants were dropped completely this time. 

-

It was the cool steel blade resting on Aemond’s jugular that woke him up. He swallowed deeply and he stayed still. The one thing he could think of was to awaken you. So he squeezed your hips tightly from under the blanket. You stirred instantly and turned around. 

“Wanting more alr- father.” You scrambled out the bed, taking the sheets with you. You stood up with the sheet to your chest. Aemond was still frozen, now bare for everyone to see. “Please don’t.” Daemon looked at you then down at his nephew before pulling the blade back. 

“No need for the hostility uncle.” 

“Shut up, and get out.” The man says and Aemond gets up. You were looking down, frozen in place. Aemond tugged his pants on and found his eyepatch to slip it on over his wild hair. His boots followed, then he grabbed his dagger and ended with his vest. Aemond walked out the room in silence. 

“Father-.” Daemon simply held a finger up to silence you. 

“Make yourself decent.” The Dark Sister was placed back in her usual spot on the prince's hip. Before Daemon walked out, the flash of red on the bed stopped him. The little blood splotches on the sheets reminded him of everything that transpired during the night.

-

You were led to the council room by a knight. There was Alicent who was scolding Aemond, who looked very unamused. Otto stood behind him with his arms crossed. Rhaenyra sat on the other side of the table silently, while Daemon paced back and forth. Alicent stopped talking once she took notice that you stood in the entrance. Everyone else looked up.

“Sit.” Daemon sharply pointed at the open seat next to Rhaenrya and you obeyed instantly. The second you were seated the screaming started.

“How could you be so foolish!” 

“I raised you better than this.”

“Do you understand the consequences of your actions?” 

“You’ve brought shame to our houses, to our family.”

It was safe to say everything said was directed both to you and Aemond. 

“You knew not to taint yourself and you do it anyway.” Daemon says and you roll your eyes.

“Oh please like you hadn’t gone through every whore in Fleabottom by the time you were my age.”

“Aemond you know better than to take the maidenhead of a lady, what if she becomes with child?” 

“Then marry me to her.” He says and everyone's eyes widen in shock. “Save yourself the drama and marry me to her.” He says again and turns his face to Daemon.

“Nobody would question it.” You say. “The people would be told it was a way to fix our split house, but in reality if I were to have a baby. They wouldn’t know.” Otto and Alicent shared a look.

“It isn’t the worst idea.” Otto says. 

“No.” Daemon says. “I’ll just marry her off to an old fat lord in the North who is in need of an heir.” 

“Daemon.” Rhaenerya instantly stood up. “She is your child, you wouldn’t dare send her through such horrors.”

“My child decided to act like a whore.” 

Your chest tightened and your breath hitched, trying to hold back tears. Suddenly Aemond slammed both his fists into the table and drew his sword. Otto grabbed Alicent by her arms and pulled her away. 

“Say that again.” Daemon unsheathed Dark Sister and the two blades met across the table. Rhaenerya grabbed your hand and led you out the chair. 

“Now you believe what's best for her?” Daemon says and Aemond cocks his head to the side.

“I'm not threatening to send her away uncle, I am a far better man than any in the realm.” 

“Oh stop this madness, I am your Queen!” Alicent says but neither man stepped down. “Y/n is of age, if she chooses to marry Aemond, then I will allow it.” Tears were running down your cheeks but you nodded furiously.

“Yes. I will marry him.” 

Aemond gave Daemon a sly smile with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“So be it.” The older Targaryen man walked away. Aemond let out a satisfied “Mmm” before putting his sword away.

“Aemond?” You say from the other side of the table.

“Yes my lady.”

“Thank you.”

-

Mushroom would write that it was Lady Y/n and Prince Aemonds lust for each other that kept Princess Rhaenyra on King's Landing. Just after the betrothal of the Lady and Prince, it had been announced that King Viserys had passed. Otto Hightowers plans were thrown from the window as he witnessed the coronation from the crowds with a mighty scowl noticeable by all.

As for the Lady and Prince. Their wedding was in 4 months, but in just a month in a half. The wedding was quickly rushed to happen in two weeks from when the Lady discovered she was with child. The child who would be Rhaegar Targaryen. 

-

A/n- don’t worry daemon and y/n’s relationship does eventually fix itself as we see they are very close later in the series.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Date

Older Eddie Munson x Reader

Part one

Mini part two.

Your feelings for Eddie are deepening but he drops the news that he has a date.

Angsty, 18+ Minors shoo!!, jealous reader, longing.

Looks like this might be my new series ❤️

You cuddle into Eddie, softly stroking over his chest and he presses a brief kiss to your hair. Both of you spent after a morning of amazing sex.

Since realising how badly you had fallen in love with him, you were wrestling with the feelings and trying to fight them even though they were threatening to spill over.

"Can I see you later?" you ask hopefully, it's probably a long shot as he never stays but there's no harm in asking right?

"I have a date sweetheart" he replies and you feel something in your heart crack as you take in what he said.

"A date?" you murmur and he nods as he gets up and your mind begins to spiral. The date will most likely be perfect, a perfect woman for Eddie and how could they not fall for him? He was incredible.

So sexy, sarcastic but sweet and had the ability to make you feel safe and contented when you were with him.

"Who's the lucky girl?" you ask and know you can't say anything about this. You were with your ex and Eddie never said a word, didn't give a fuck. So how could you say anything about this?

"Oh, I met her at work sweetheart. Fixed up her car" he explains and you nod feeling sick to your stomach.

"Cool. That's great Eddie" he looks at you for a few seconds, his eyesbrows furrowing in worry.

"You okay?" you smile and hide the pain you're feeling, find your clothes and pull them on hastily. Somewhere deep down you were hoping you meant something to Eddie, that obviously wasn't true.

It's a crushing feeling and you struggle to paint a smile on your face when he gently tugs you back to him.

"Stay. You don't need to rush off" he frowns and you shake your head. It's not like you could stay and wait for him to come back from his date? What if he brought her home.

That leaves an even worse feeling in your stomach and you tug away from him. "Would look weird if I'm still here and you bring your date home Eddie" you murmur.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression, you avoid his pretty brown eyes and get set to leave.

"Sweetheart" he begins but you cut off whatever he's about to say with a smile that feels all fake.

"I should go, I'll see you soon Eddie" you leave before he can say anything else. Trudge home with your heart full of longing and an ache that won't go away.

❤️

You heard Eddie leave for his date a while ago and do your best to take your mind of it. Feel silly as you get teary at just the thought.

Honestly this was ridiculous. You had to be stronger, protect your heart, you should have listened to Eddie in the first place when you said exactly what this was.

No strings attached. He always said that so you don't know why you thought it would be any different.

At some point you must fall asleep, wake to the sound of Eddie's motorbike and a soft knock at your door.

Sleepily you get up and answer it, Eddie takes one look at your comfy pj's and smirks at the design.

"Well that's just fucking cute" he says and you open your mouth then close it again. Shouldn't he be with his date? You ask him this and he shrugs.

"She was a sweetheart but boring as fuck, nearly fell asleep waiting for dessert. Don't think I'll be looking for a second date"

The ache in your chest disappears a smidge and you open the door wider so he steps inside.

Looks like your night was looking up after all.

[brights-place]

John Dory X Country Troll! reader? PLEASEEE

John Dory X Country! S/O

Pairings: John Dory X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst at the end neheheheh

A/N: Ah yes the country trolls I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE SO CUTEEEEEEEEE! anyways love yall ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ - COUNTRY TROLLS ARE SO CUTE LIKE OML HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR DESIGNS?!? OMG LIKE THEY ARE SO COOL LOOKING! - John dory once he broke up with brozone explored and met diffrent genres but then... He met you when visiting the country trolls - You were an country troll and you were gorgeous you had the basic troll body type from the waist upwards and wore you usual country troll attire with the lower half of their bodies being that of a horse, complete with hooves and tails. your F/c tail and hair and 2nd f/c skin - Your hair was fluffy and puffy it was gorgeous and made john dory eyes widened you were talking to delta with an huge smile the two of you sitting at an table together as you re-tuned delta is banjo - John dory couldn't help but slow down his walk to stare at it before seeing you noticing John dory as an look of confusion appeared on your face - You walked over staring down at John Dory and the fact you towered over him made him blush slightly as he stared "Uhm- I-" he started as you raised an brow "Whats your name sugar cube?" you said as he became even redder - "John... John Dory" he said trying to sound tough and dominant but became quiet once you raised an brow "John what?" You asked again as he blushed as Delta raised an brow judging John dory - You decided to welcome him but delta judged John dory and telling you to be careful which you were but you wanted to make him feel safe with you guys - Delta soon was fine with John dory around as Delta spoke pointing towards you doing your daily chores "Don't be scare bumpkin'! Our precious (name) is one of the best cowboys in town and you won't find someone like her! She's like a needle in a hay stack, she is!" Delta said chuckling as John dory watch you from afar - He asked about you and country trolls whenever he was wondering and you explained some common values and beliefs often associated with Western societies include individualism, democracy, human rights, the rule of law, freedom of speech, equality, and a strong emphasis on personal and economic freedom. - He literally paid attention to every single thing you said and literally fell in love with you the moment you turned to him smiling and then asking him about pop music and pop troll culture - You wanted to know stuff about him? he literally smiled talking about himself self and he introduced you to some pop music which you then decided to introduce him to country music showing him and teaching him about country music but you literally froze when he spoke up - "Whoa... so its hillbilly music?" literally had to run away as you chased him around he easily lost the small cat and mouse chase and was close to being beaten the shit out of by you - Delta and other cowboys had to hold you back before you told them what he said and everybody was close to beating Up JD who apologized quickly but got stink eyes from many Country trolls

- Since most of country trolls eat  BBQ good most of the time you make him food for fun - He likes when you take him out on rodeos or take him out for dinner whenever he finds it nice and relaxing - He was dancing with you at an barn dance and you placed your cowboy hat ontop of his head and walked away some country trolls jaws drop - "Wow! They done give y'all their cowboy hat? Y'all have a good time now, (Names) sure are picky 'bout what they like." Delta said chuckling patting John dorys shoulder as John raised an eyebrow at her confused "What?" - Wear the Hat and ride the cowboy IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!! -Because of your four legs your quite fast at running, have great endurance and are quite strong all of country trolls are but loves when you run around with him sitting and chatting with you as he tells you stories about his trips while you do your duties

- You two started to get close and he'd randomly kiss your cheek whenever he can or pull down your cowboy hat to tease you while your chatting with country trolls who snicker at both of your interactions - You would go on picnic dates and teach him how to do survival skills and he'd learn them and find most of them useful using them himself when he goes exploring - You and Him would have an photo of both of you together smiling and singing that some country trolls took - But John dory explores and travels around he doesn't stay in one place that's normal for him but for you... you were hurt - You cried calling out to "John Please you can't just leave" you said tearing up "(name please you know I move around alot you know this had to be coming right?" You stared to the sand floor before looking up to him with furrowed eyebrows as he spoke "(name)" he started but you cut him off as he reach an hand out to you "Don't... John listen if you do this I won't forgive you we literally are together and if you do this I'm repeating myself but I won't forgive you and what we have will no longer - He left... like he did with the other genres of trolls he left you after you begged him to stay longer or just live with you

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact!

[thefallennightmare]

If you don’t have too many requests already, but if you do please ignore this headcannon

Reader and Bad Omens go to Vegas to celebrate the drop of Concrete Jungle [The OST], Noah and Reader get so hammered that when they wake up, they realized that they got married to each other. Reader is distraught because she believes Noah hates since he very rarely speaks to her, but on Noah’s end he’s more than happy realizing that he married the girl of his dreams.

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I hope you don't mind but I changed the idea of getting drunk only out of respect for Noah(who is sober) and me because I don't feel comfortable writing that aspect. But I promise, it will still be good!

"What did we do?" You asked with a shaky breath, staring at the ring on your left finger.

It wasn't anything special, a simple golden band, but when your eyes glanced over to the sleeping form next to you, you nearly choked on your breath.

Noah lay on his back, a hand resting on the tattoos on his chest, and soft snores fell from his parted lips.

A matching band on his left finger.

The buzz from the adrenaline from last night was beginning to wear off, and moments of what happened slowly coming back.

Everyone was in Vegas to celebrate the release of CJ OST and the energy that vibrated off of Noah was insane, both of you bouncing off the walls with excitement.

You'd help them produce one of the tracks so being able to hear it made you feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

As Digital Footprint played in the background last night while the two of you sat on the couch, he gazed over at you.

"What?" You asked a red hue covering your cheeks.

"Let's get married. Just for the fun of it," he suggested.

You snorted while rolling your eyes. "No fucking way. I'm not marrying you if you're drunk."

"I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in months. I'm sober."

Now here you were, twenty-four hours later with a husband lying next to you in bed and a twinge of regret.

You'd never been close with Noah, not like how you were with the others. And you knew once he woke up and he realized it was a mistake, the faster you two could go get this marriage annulled.

Soft fingers grazed over the fabric of your shirt, pulling you into a warm chest.

The crash of adrenaline happened before you could celebrate this marriage, both of you falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

"Hi angel," Noah mused in the crook of your neck.

You stilled in his embrace at hearing the nickname. He'd only ever called you that a few times but you thought it was something to mess with you. Since you loved everything fallen angels.

"Do you remember last night?" You asked.

"Of course I do. I told you, I was sober."

Absentminded, you began tracing over the bright red designs over his arm.

"So was I. But I figured you'd regret what happened."

He gripped your chin now, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't regret anything that happened. You're it for me, angel. This is what I want; as long as you do too."

His eyes sparkled with so much light as he gazed down at you and you felt your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

"I do," you admitted with a breath.

Noah brushed his nose along yours. "Good, because now that I have you. I'm not letting you go."

[astridhoff03]

Adrenaline Rush

Hiccstrid nsfw content.

Astrid enjoyed the feel of Hiccup's soft lips on her mouth, her neck, under her ear, while his still gloved hands slid over her shiny dragon armor, caressing her soft curves. “I think we should get rid of these clothes,” she smiled with a small undertone. “What a good idea, m’lady,” Hiccup agreed. He grabbed her by her backside and hoisted her onto his work table in the back of Gobbers forge. Astrid watched, legs already spread and eyes hungry with lust, as Hiccup took off his gloves, but before he could go to his belt, Astrid beat him to it. She could already feel the bulge that had formed in his pants as she unbuckled his belt. "It's a good thing we designed these two suits of armor together, otherwise it would take me forever to get what I want," Astrid whispered in his ear as her hand slipped under his waistband. She heard a soft moan from her boyfriend as she stroked his shaft, then slowly began to close it in her fist and go up and down. He held onto her waist, pressing his erection between her hips, kissing her neck as he did so. "May I return this kind gesture," Hiccup groaned as Astrid removed her hand from his cock. "Then, show me what you can do."

Astrid shuddered as Hiccup's beautifully shaped hands moved up her thigh, to the waistband of her pants that lay under her skirt. With just a few skillful moves, he unzipped her pants and pulled them down to her boots in one fell swoop. The warm summer air kissed her thighs, which Hiccup traced with his fingers, his green eyes dark with lust and desire as he slowly leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. "Have I told you how beautiful you are again today?" He grinned mischievously as Astrid let out a soft whimper as his warm lips caressed her clit. “A hundred times, babe, a hundred times.” After she said those words, she felt Hiccup's tongue wrap around the sensitive pearl of nerves. She moaned loudly, sinking her fingers into his brown hair, pushing against his tongue. "Be patient, m'lady, I want you to be ready for what's coming," she heard Hiccup whisper briefly before he turned back to her womanhood. It didn't take a minute until Astrid was wet in her most intimate area.

Proud of his work, he stood up and finally dropped his pants. Astrid bit to her lower lip. He spread her legs again and slid gently into her. A sigh of relief ripped through them both at the same time. Hiccup began moving his hips rhythmically, going in and out of her faster and faster, so that drops of sweat soon formed on her temple. He came harder and faster with every movement, just the way Astrid liked it. She held onto his shoulders for support as a firework of colors exploded within her. She was close and she could definitely feel that Hiccup was close too, from the way his hands were cupping her breasts under her breastplate, playing with her hard nipples. “Take me down, babe,” she moaned as she came and immediately felt him unloading inside her. He was finished too. He carefully pulled out of her, their eyes met at the same moment and, breathing heavily, he placed his hand on her thigh. “Are you satisfied now?” he asked. Astrid nodded, leaning her forehead against his. “Yes,” she replied. "But now I'm hungry." "If you want another round later, just come to me and I'll give you everything I have," he whispered in her ear. Astrid smiled to herself. She loved it when Hiccup was so dominant, mysterious but also loving and tender when it came to sex. As the saying goes, still waters run deep. "I'll keep your offer in mind, Chief."

Inspired by this art from @martabm90

[just-mary-ann]

I DON'T HAVE SELF CONTROL!

Harlequin swap AU by: @tadc-harlequin-au

Based on the draft of me and @mrs-nightshade

Honorable mention: @thore-lb

Lavender

Pomni and Caine sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Their coffee preferences differed—not that they needed coffee—but indulging in such a human ritual allowed them to feel alive, if only for about ten minutes.

"I didn’t see Able this morning," Caine remarked, inspecting his top hat before placing it back on his head.

"He hasn’t returned from the fighting ring yet," Pomni replied, stirring her coffee slowly.

"The fighting ring?" Caine tilted his head, mimicking the gesture of a raised eyebrow.

"The first rule is not to talk about it, so that’s all you’ll get from me," Pomni chuckled.

Suddenly, they heard a grumble. Able entered, exuding irritation.

"I’m back," he muttered, heading straight for the coffee machine.

"You look exhausted, brother," Caine slid a clean mug toward him. As expected, Able caught it effortlessly. "Don’t tell me you lost?"

"Bite your tongue, detachable jaw," Able retorted, pouring himself a cup of coffee before sitting beside Caine. "I found out who my 'secret admirer' is."

"You mean that fanatic who’s been staring holes through you at the fights for the past month?" Pomni leaned forward.

"She’s so persistent I could physically feel her gaze," Able ran a hand over his head. "You’ll never guess who she is."

"Oh, let me guess—a dainty little statuette who’s bored of high society and fell for a bad boy," Pomni waved her hand sarcastically.

"Your sister," Able replied, waiting for Pomni to meet his gaze. "Lilac."

"Pomni has a sister?" Caine was genuinely shocked.

"Not just a sister—a twin," Able explained.

"No way. Lilac is a 'proper lady.' I refuse to believe she’d attend a fight," Pomni nervously started stuffing herbs into her pipe.

"Believe it. I’d recognize her Harlequin design anywhere. How many Harlequin puppets do you know?" Able sighed.

"Excuse me, but could someone explain how Pomni has a twin sister?" Caine interjected.

Pomni and Able exchanged glances.

"When a man and a woman love each other, they can create new life," Pomni began with a smile.

"Th-that’s not what I meant!" Caine facepalmed. "I mean, why hasn’t anyone mentioned her all this time I’ve been living in the bunker?"

"There wasn’t a need to," Pomni leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "My sister and I haven’t spoken since she gained full consciousness. I’m not even sure she knows where the bunker is. I did try convincing her to move here, but even after enlightenment, she chose to stay with her human owner."

"A puppet willingly serving a human?" Caine mused.

"Can we drop the subject?" Able stood up from the table. "Her voice is so sweet it’s practically cavity-inducing. I’d rather not think about it anymore."

The day passed quickly, and soon it was night. Able prepared to leave for the fighting ring again.

"Able," Caine stopped him. "Listen. Can I come with you tonight? I’m really curious to see how you fight other puppets."

Able chuckled.

"What? Losing to me wasn’t enough for you?"

"Our match was a tie. We’re evenly matched in strength," Caine crossed his arms.

"Fine. No harm in having one more spectator. Let’s go."

Caine enjoyed watching his brother fight, though the crowd's noise made him uncomfortable.

"His stance is solid. His punches are professional. It’s clear this isn’t just fighting for him—it’s a sport," Caine muttered to himself.

"YES! GO, ABLE! YOU’RE AMAZING UNDER THE RING LIGHTS!"

Caine turned toward the feminine voice. Beside him stood a puppet woman. Her long black hair was styled in elegant curls, gathered into a loose updo. She wore a floor-length lavender gown with closed shoulders and long sleeves, adorned with ruffles and lavender embroidery. She completed the look with mesh gloves and a parasol hanging from her elbow. The puppet applauded enthusiastically with every blow Able landed.

Suddenly, realization hit Caine.

"Lilac?"

"Hm?" The puppet turned to him. "Do we know each other?"

"Not personally. I’m a friend of Pomni and Able. Caine."

"Oh, a friend of my sister. And my darling Able? Well, hello there. I’m Lilac, the Lavender Harlequin. Come to watch the fight?"

"Yes. But I won’t stay for the rest of the evening. Once Able is done, we’re heading home."

Able’s opponent suddenly landed a hit on his shoulder. His arm went limp.

"Looks like a shoulder joint injury," Caine winced at the thought of the pain his brother must be feeling. "We’ll need to replace it."

"You... can repair puppets?" Lilac clutched her parasol tightly.

"Both Able and I know how to repair and create puppets. I can’t recall where I learned, but it doesn’t change the fact that we often spend time in the workshop."

"Create... puppets..." Lilac clung to his words.

Despite his injury, Able secured a victory. As they left the club, Able suddenly cracked his shoulder back into place, restoring its movement.

"Ah, so it was a dislocation, not a break?" Caine asked.

"Did you think a weak hit like that could hurt me?" Able teased.

"Darling Able!" Lilac hurried after them, slightly out of breath. "You’re so fast, and I’m in heels!"

"Ugh. Lilac," Able averted his gaze. "What do you want this time?"

"Caine said you can create puppets. Is that true?"

Able shot a glare at his brother.

"So what if it is?"

"That means... you can create one from scratch?" Lilac fidgeted with her parasol.

Able froze.

"So what?" he repeated.

"My owner, Lady Melissa," Lilac’s voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. "She’s gravely ill. No medicine helps her. Please, I beg you, help her." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Can you turn her into a puppet?"

Able hadn’t expected such a request. Usually, Lilac would shower him with compliments and hint at a date. But now, she seemed... desperate and hopeless.

"Ugh," Able sighed. "To be honest, yes, I can build her a body." Lilac’s face lit up with hope. "But a mechanical body is just a shell. Without a soul, it’s useless. I don’t have the knowledge or skills to transfer her soul from a living body to a mechanical one." He turned and began walking toward the bunker. "If I could help, I would. But as it stands..." Able glanced back at her. "Pray for the best outcome."

Caine felt sorry for Lilac. She stood frozen, as if rooted to the spot, her tears abruptly stopping. Without a word, Caine followed his brother.

To be continued

[vyl3tpwny]

why it ourple

ok.

i'm going to tell you the story of how purple became my favourite colour. and then, where the name vylet pony came from.

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ch.1 the mace windu incident

once upon a time. I really liked star wars. i kind of still like star wars i guess. but when i was a kid, i REALLY liked star wars.

in my room, i had a mace windu poster.

i still can't find the exact poster. it looked something like this

mace windu was my fav star wars character for an inconceivably long time. with that, i also became fascinated with his purple lightsaber. nobody else had a purple lightsaber. i loved it. staring at that poster constantly made me really like the colour purple. ever since the poster started exerting its technicolour pressures and whimsies upon me, i became fixated on the colour purple. forever.

"hai!~ im mace windu and i loveee Videos!" - mace windu, star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith

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ch. 2 the viny scratch era

fast forward like 7 years. i am in the my little pony fandom now. i am 13 years old. i really like vinyl scratch. she is pictured here:

my first online presence in the mlp community was as a vinyl scratch / dj pon3 roleplay account. for a good year, people called me vinyl and "vy".

however when it came time to start releasing music in the fandom, i couldn't go by vinyl scratch at the time. this name was already being used by the artist who currently goes by Scraton!

this is still one of my favourite songs by them:

anyway. i actually held a really insane, irrational grudge against scraton for being named "vinyl scratch" as a music artist before me. i got past that after a while, because i had to stop being 13 first. i stopped being 13 and eventually fell in love with their music and we became friends later after!

but it's 2013 and i can't be vinyl scratch anymore. people already called me "vy" because of being a vinyl scratch persona.

so.

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ch. 3 it's vylet time-wait is that can opener? CANNI?

it started on december 28, 2012. i posted to my then-instagram account this image:

you may recognize this as my oc canni. here's their reworked look in the 2022 album (10 years later) can opener's notebook: fish whisperer (illustrated by @astroeden):

can opener's original name was "ultra vylet". their colour scheme was originally intended to be the inverse of vinyl scratch's, as a sort of strange protest to not being able to be vinyl scratch. i was like ok. well if i cant be vinyl scratch, i am going to make a character that swaps the main colours. within a few months of "ultra vylet" existing, i discarded the design in favour of a completely different one:

this would be the only time vylet consistently had purple in her design until 2018 or so.. lol.

then. on april 15, 2013, i posted this to my instagram:

i had essentially combined three things:

The fact the people called me "vy'

The fact that my favourite colour is purple (violet)

The fact that I wanted to be vinyl scratch (dj pon3) before

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ch. 4 vylet pony ≠ vinyl scratch

that is to say, i never really put a lot of thought into "vylet pony" as a name. i just made it when i was 14 and now i am going to be 25 soon. will i keep vylet pony as a name forever? not sure. do i take great pride in its insanely snarky origin? absolutely.

after i had decided firmly on "vylet pony" as a name — after dropping the "3" from it — i made a new instagram account. the very first thing i posted to it was this:

illustrated by my friend, shade.

now that looks slightly vylet-like, design-wise, oc-wise. oh. but now she is grey and black? ok.

she stopped being purple from 2013-2018.

here is how her design progressed through the years:

the first one is by my then-partner sara. this is when vylet's cutiemark was still an upside down music note, reflected from "ultra vylet" / can opener's original design. i'll show how it became a puzzle piece next.

the second one is by shade

the third one is by chibadeer

the fourth one is by astroeden

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ch. 5 the puzzle piece

to this day, i still cannot find the fanart in question. but over instagram, someone asked to draw fanart of my pony. in doing so, they misconstrued the shape of the upside down music note as a puzzle piece, like this:

i've been looking forever for the original fanart/fanartist that made this mistake. because ever since that art, i just stuck with it anyway. i like puzzles and puzzle games. i'm also a puzzling and enigmatic person. and the puzzle piece can go into so many different things. all sorts of problem solving is like a puzzle. music fits neatly into that category in my opinion. so because of its intrigue and ability to mean so many different things, i just went with it. i never looked back.

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ch. 6 that is the history of the colour purple and vylet pony character design

i hope this answers the question "why it ourple"!

[medusamagic]

So you want to know more about Big Barda

As Tumblr's resident expert on all things Barda, and as Kelly Thompson's Birds of Prey run brings far more attention to the character, I figured it was high time someone stepped in and gave the tumblr world a primer on DC's biggest and boldest heroine.

The Basics:

Introduced in Mister Miracle #4 by Jack Kirby, Big Barda was once the leader of Apokolips' premier death squad, the Female Furies. Trained from birth for a life of violence by Granny Goodness, Barda spent the first 250 years of her life as a living weapon. This all changed when she met Scott Free, a gentle Parademon-in-training with a mysterious past and a knack for escapes. Eventually, she and Scott both escaped to Earth, where they fell in love with both the Earth and each other. She's a lover, she's a fighter, she's a Pokémon card expert, but most of all, SHE BIG.

Barda's signature defining attribute is her raw strength. Her raw muscle allows her to keep up with heavy hitters like Wonder Woman. This isn't to suggest that she's a simple-minded brute, however-- Barda has centuries of military experience under her belt as leader of the Female Furies. She's mastered multiple weapons, including spears, swords, and her signature Mega-Rod.

Below are some reading recommendations for anyone interested in Big Barda:

Essential Runs:

Mister Miracle Vol. 1 #4-18 by Jack Kirby (1971-1974)

This was the run that introduced the world to Big Barda, as well as the Female Furies. If you want to know the basics of Barda, there's no better place to start. This run is collected in a trade, as well as a part in The Fourth World Omnibus Vol. 1.

(NOTE: Even though Barda doesn't appear until issue #4, I suggest you start with Issue #1. It'll help you get acquainted with the rest of the mythos.)

Justice League International #14-24 by Keith Giffen and J.M. DeMatteis (1988-1989)

Big Barda was on the JLI! She plays off the other characters as well as ever, and a lot of what's great about her in Jack Kirby's original run is still here! Definitely check this one out if you want to see her in another team setting. This has been collected in this omnibus.

(NOTE: Once again, I recommend you start from issue #1.)

Popular Runs:

Mister Miracle Vol. 4 #1-12 by Tom King and Mitch Gerads (2017-2018)

Yeah, I know.

Listen, Tom King is a writer with... idiosyncrasies to put it nicely. The characters in the periphery of his stories tend to act really out of character, and his dialogue can be clunky at times. That being said, The Scott/Barda dynamic in this book is excellent, and this book has some of the best art that the Fourth World has seen since the 80s. The series has been collected in a trade.

(NOTE: Did you know that the CIA has over 2003 files on Tom King? Look up "Tom King CIA 2003" for more info!)

Mister Miracle: The Great Escape by Varian Johnson and Daniel Isles (2022)

If you're at all interested in the idea of a Young Adult reimagining of Mister Miracle and Big Barda's origin story with an all-black cast, this book was made for you. It's a bit heavy on the YA tropes, but the Scott/Barda dynamic is really solid. It was released as a standalone graphic novel.

Birds of Prey Vol. 5 #1-??? by Kelly Thompson and Leonardo Romero (2023-)

Admit it, this is the reason you're here. The Cassandra Cain & Big Barda is so instantly iconic, I'm surprised no writer has paired them up sooner. It also helps that this book has the single best Barda look since Jack Kirby's original run. Plus, she gets to throw down with Wonder Woman! What's not to love? This run is still ongoing, but the first 6 issues should be getting a trade pretty soon.

(NOTE: I started writing this before BOP #8 dropped, I had no idea about that thing that happens in the newest issue.)

Stories to Avoid:

Action Comics #592-593 by John Byrne (1987)

This is not a comic book-- it's an infohazard designed to cause pain and suffering to anyone who knows of its existence. Its premise is vile and disrespectful on the surface, and it becomes more insidious when you learn the context of its creation. This pair of issues is profoundly evil, rivaling even Avengers #200 in terms of loathsomeness.

For those who dare to investigate this, Content Warnings for rape, mind control, and human trafficking.

Anyway, let's end on something a bit lighter, shall we?

Remember that Mister Miracle YA graphic novel I mentioned earlier? Barda is getting a graphic novel of her own this summer! It's not out at the time of writing, but the preview pages look promising!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that introduction to one of my favorite superheroes ever. Please get back to me on this, I have no one else to talk to about Fourth World stuff.

[anonymouscheeses]

so…

about this human verse you got…

how does Al fit into all of this? Is that where Vaggie got the spell or is the gang she’s a part of also a monster hunter org?

This is Alastor's human design! I wanted him to give off a old money rich vibe. I didn't look up a reference for old money attire 😭 i jjst looked at some randim char from a show i watched that kinda gave off Alastor vibes. This may change but tbh I kinda like it the way it is. Altho one day I may change my mind <3 lore drops under cut!!

(Sorry if he doesn't look like Alastor, these human designs are mostly based on my redesigns so they look even MORE different than usual ill get better hopefulllyyyy)

Husk(left) is Vaggie/Valerie's dad in this au cuz I said so unfortunately. Sorry i dont make the rules! Husk is Salvadoran like Valerie cuz ofc, like he's 100% black but I wanted him to be Valerie's dad soo I was like.... yeah win sum lose sum. But dw I have SO much black characters on the way. It's kind of terrifying!!

Alastor tries to be like a dad to Valerie but she resents him. Her mom died to a sickness, and Valerie has no room in her for another parent figure in her life except Husk.

Also, Al is gay aroace, so when he fell in love with Husk he was SO surprised likeee how??? He was his first love ever and Al just loves him dearly despite never loving anyone ever before. He's still a girls girl ofc but brutha is gay u can't tell me otherwise 😍

Charlie gave him the headband with the antlers that she cheaply made herself. Alastor loves them genuinely. (If Alastor cares abt Valerie or Charlie is purely up to viewer, but if you want to see him care for orr like be toxic to them send a request fr fr imma draw that shi 😍🙏). Alastor is the only one who knows that Charlie is a demon because he's the one that taught Valerie how to summon a demon(YOU'RE SPOT ON. HOW??).

(Also I forgor the stripes. Sorry I was so sleepy drawing this you can probably telll.😭)

Alastor is still a cannibal, his husband and step daughter just doesn't know it yet, and NO he will probably never tell them unless forced to or he feels like he can. This man is the friend the smiley bro 😭

I'll maybe soon draw what happened between Valerie, Lute, and Adam during the fight, since ALOT happened. But it may be a bit before I get to that

Alastor taught the kids young how to summon demons the WRONG way. Because obviously he didn't want literal immature kids to end the world completely. The trio spent years finding ways to summon just one demon. Adam did it to create chaos, Lute just followed, and Valerie just loved having fun with her friends.

Now that they aren't childhood best friends. And that whole fight happened. Valerie doesn't know what to do. Alastor suggests she gets a bodyguard from hell, any demon at all(Demons are devoted to you as long as you keep a part of your deal with them or you break the contract of summoning one). Aaaaand that's how Charlie came to be summoned! Valerie got her eye stabbed out, Alastor was being silly and taught his kid how to summon a demon, Valerie was like "aight ig", then summoned her future wife.

(WILL ALSO ONE DAY DRAW THE FIRST TIME CHARLIE AND VALERIE MET.... ONE DAY....)

Fun fact: Alastor has a radio station of his own that he plays 1920's music in. Although most people would rather NOT listen to old times music, somehow he makes it work that people always listen to his radio. Maybe a deal with a demon of some sorts...? Perhaps... :>

[yoitsjay]

Hi! I can't remember if I already did a request, so here I go 😅

A Hunter x female reader where the reader has a sensory disorder, causing them to be really sensitive to loud noises, bright lights, weird textures, etc.

Bonus points if you can work it in that the reader walks on her toes to avoid feeling the floor when she's overstimulated

Thank you for the request!

Sensory Overload

Pairings: Hunter x Fem!reader

Summary: you and Hunter get a bit overstimulated while shopping for rations.

Warnings: nothing major, fluffyness

Word count: 1k

You were the designated Bad Batch comforter and healer. You were force sensitive but you weren’t qualified to be a jedi because of some mental and physical disorders you had, so instead they taught you medicine, and put you with the bad batch. To them they had just discarded you, but to you they placed you with the best men you had ever met, one of them specifically you ended up falling head over heels for.

You and Hunter had so much in common, you understood him deeply, especially when it came to his senses and getting overwhelmed and overstimulated. Sometimes on those days, you and Hunter would find all your comfort things and you’d just cuddle up in his bunk and watch holofilms to help calm down, but more recently, after the fall of the jedi, you hadn’t had much time to do your routine decompress, so Hunter was especially tense, and you were getting close to that point.

You were doing some shopping together on Ord Mantell, getting some more rations with the few funds Cid gave you. You never thought very highly of her, and would love to just hit her in the face but that probably wasn't good for business, not if you needed any form of credit just to survive.

You and Hunter had your pinkies interlocked, since holding hands and then getting all sweaty which you and Hunter both disliked, so you settled for holding pinkies instead. You noticed a fabric booth as you walked, and had dragged Hunter towards it for a moment, gently brushing your fingers against the softer fabrics that you enjoyed, before accidentally touching a fabric you were trying your best to avoid.

felt and velvet.

as soon as those textures brushed your fingers you yelped and yanked your hand back like you burned it. This gross feeling enveloped your body, and it made you nauseous. You pressed yourself against Hunter, resisting the urge to gag. Your sudden movement however, seemed to cause a chain reaction as the shopkeeper had jumped back in surprise and dropped something heavy, which knocked into something larger which fell onto something else that caused a loud noise to flood your ears.

You winced, and moved to cover your ears, trying to hide yourself against Hunter as the marketplace vendors started shouting at each other. Hunter wrapped his arms around your body, squeezing you gently before picking you up in his arms. The loud noises were getting to him too, so you settled for whatever rations you got and Hunter carried you out of the loud markets, and back to the serene Marauder. “Shh shh- you're okay.” Hunter whispered, setting you down on the ground as he led you to the bunks.

You were tensed up, and flinching at every little touch, until you had felt Hunter’s skin against the skin of your thigh. You sighed, and your shoulders sagged slightly as Hunter removed your boots and socks, and other loose pieces of clothes that had started to bug you, and instead wrapped one of your comfort blankets around your shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

“Sorry Mesh’la.” he apologized, but you simply shook your head, pulling him into your arms. “Not your fault.” You muttered, pressing your face into his chest as he just held you.

You and Hunter stayed like that for a minute before he pulled away when you did. You were still overstimulated, but you could form coherent sentences, and you weren’t freaking out nearly as much anymore. “shower?” You asked him, another little routine you shared when you and Hunter started dating. When you and Hunter were overstimulated, and after your little cuddle sesh you would go share a hot shower, and the steam would relax the both of you.

Hunter nodded, pressing a kiss to your head again before he stood up, and walked to the door of the bunk room. You removed the blanket, shivering as your bare feet touched the floor. You tried not to let the rest of your foot touch the ground, and wobbled a bit as you stood on your toes, shuffling towards Hunter with a small smile.

You both made your way to the fresher, which was unoccupied, and you slid inside and closed the door whilst Hunter turned on the water and let it heat up a bit so it could start steaming.

The shower definitely was the perfect thing to calm your nerves, and when it was over and you and Hunter were dressed, you started to walk on the ground normally, well- as normally as you could without wearing your socks since the ground was still cold.

Hunter went into the cockpit while you rushed off, grabbing your socks and sliding them on, as well as a clean pair of pants before joining Hunter in the cockpit just as Tech, Echo and Wrecker got back to the Marauder.

“the marketplace is chaos, what happened?” Echo asked, and you giggled softly. “I touched the dreaded velvet, and kind of sparked a chain reaction.” You answered honestly, offeringEcho a sheepish grin. He sighed, and shook his head as he sat down in his chair, turning to look at you and Hunter.

“Well, are you two okay though?” He asked, and Hunter nodded. “I think so, if not a bit overstimulated… But we’ll be fine.” He answered, reaching out to hold your hand as you curled yourself up in your chair, smiling.

Echo sighed, but nodded. Relieved that you were okay now, and managed to avoid most of the trouble. But now you had a new mission to focus on, so as Tech lifted the ship off of Ord Mantell you enabled the masked mentality you had, where you suppress your disorder, or tried to anyway for the sake of the mission.

Hunter did a similar thing, pushing away his overworked senses, now just focusing on what laid ahead as Echo briefed them on the mission.

You spared a glance out of the window, eyes widening as you saw the marketplace and the shambles you had left it in, some of the booths were on fire, others had been completely broken down as people were fighting. You snorted, shaking your head as you turned to Echo, tuning into the briefing.

All because of velvet… cursed fabric.

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[paganwitchisis]

You're Mine (Smutty Astarion Fanfiction)

Title: You’re Mine

Summary: This is a take on how Astarion feels and reacts when he watches the Bhaalspawn Tav fall to her father and get resurrected again. Anticipate emotions and a lot of smut.

E for Explicit!!!

Pairing – Astarion X AFAB Female Tav

Word Count 4,020

AO3 link here!

Thank you @cafekitsune for letting me use the dividers. You're an amazing graphic designer!

Thank you @alyssac9 for proofreading this fic!

Warnings! – Porn with a little plot, PinV smut, smut, oral sex, angst, fluff, creampie, multiple orgasms, possessive and protective Astarion, upset and emotional Astarion, I am not sure if there is more.

Story:

This couldn’t be real.

None of this could be real.

Astarion was in shock as her body fell to the ground, Bhaal’s final act of blood on Tavaria Stormgleam. Astarion’s breath came out in pants, he began to shake, and his body screamed at him to run to her. The woman, whose bed they shared not hours ago, was now cooling, her heartbeat forever stilled.

Astarion ran to her, ignoring Shadowheart and Karlach, who stood motionless. He dropped to his knees and gingerly picked up his lover when a sob finally escaped him. Her eyes were open, and her body was limp. He couldn’t accept this.

When he was being tortured for two decades, he had prayed to every god and goddess imaginable to save him, yet when he was finally saved, and the woman behind it accepted him for who he was, those same gods took her away. No... not gods, only one. Bhaal.

Astarion began to sob openly; his cries of anguish echoed off the chamber in a way that made his sobbing after Cazador’s defeat seem like child’s play.

No.

He only just told her he loved her.

They had a future together, and now?

Now, she was dead.

“Tav? Tav, wake up!” Astarion tenderly handled her body, willing her to focus her glazed-over eyes and look at him. She didn’t, though. She just laid there.

“No! You can’t die!” Astarion cried out. His chest felt tight, his face had gone numb, and nothing made sense anymore. He dropped his head into her armor and fisted her exposed underclothes in his hands. “I love you! Come back to me!”

“Astarion, she’s…” Shadowheart tried to rationalize with the grieving man.

“No! She needs healing! Help her!” Astarion snapped back, baring his fangs towards his allies. He let go of her clothing and held her upper body up to his chest, crying as he buried his face into the crook of her cooling neck. His sobs and moans of anguish were so loud that he almost didn’t notice Withers.

Their oldest camp colleague was circling the two of them and started to speak, but Astarion couldn’t make out what he was saying. After a moment or two, Tavaria’s body began to move in Astarion’s hands, her body levitating as Withers declared she would not die; he would not allow it. Astarion was still on his knees, watching in shock as her body thrummed with magic. Slowly, her body came back down to the floor, and Tavaria began to blink.

Astarion held his breath as he finally heard what he had been straining to hear – her heartbeat. He was numb as Tav began to move. She struggled to get on her feet, but he was there in a moment and was helping her to her feet. As soon as she stood, he had her in his arms. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other went to the back of her head, and he kissed her deeply, needing to feel her alive. Withers smiled as he waited for Tav to pull back and address him, the mysterious being who brought her back to life.

Tav thanked Withers while Astarion still held her tight. He wouldn’t let her go; he was too afraid to. Physically, she seemed to be alright as she spoke to Withers and found out she was no longer cursed with unholy blood. Her heartbeat sped up as she squeezed Astarion in a hug while in jubilee; she was ecstatic that she was now free! He was happy for her, but after experiencing her death, he found he was still numb. What he wouldn’t give for some privacy with the woman he loved. He needed to know she was alright; he needed to kiss and touch her, but most of all, he needed her. He needed to feel she was alive; he needed to feel her as closely as possible and as intimately as he could. Astarion needed Tavaria like no other man needed a woman.

At one point, Withers walked slowly away. After Tav thanked him one last time, Shadowheart and Karlach finally joined them near the center of the room. Shadowheart waved her hand and used her magic to assess Tav, and she smiled.

“All good. You have a clean bill of health. Welcome back... although it seems you have someone else welcoming you at the moment.” Shadowheart joked while Astarion growled lowly, holding Tav the entire time.

“Soldier, you should have seen Fangs! He went crazy after you died.” Karlach began to say when Astarion cut her off.

“I’m so happy my grief entertained you,” Astarion snapped. Tav frowned and looked at him. She also wished for a little bit of privacy so they could speak. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he wasn’t okay, and as his lover, Tav was concerned.

Thankfully, for them both, they would have the chance soon to speak.

It didn’t take the party long to return to the Elfsong; their entire trek back was quiet. Astarion held Tav’s hand the entire way back, still afraid to let go of her.

Once they got back, Astarion stopped Tav from going upstairs for a moment, and he sought out the innkeeper. On the other side of the room, the innkeeper was busy dealing with a lot of customers, but that didn’t deter him from his task. Once the innkeeper was found, he broached something he had been thinking about the entire way back.

“Is your other room still open?” Astarion asked as he made his way to the side of the bar and finally got a hold of the innkeeper’s attention. It was then that Tav knew what he was trying to do and that he was asking the innkeeper about the other room to secure it. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but they both knew they needed to talk.

“Yep! After the murder, no one wants to touch it.”

“How much is it to rent?” Astarion began to fish in his pockets for the gold he owned. Rarely would he buy something, but in this case? It was for Tav, so it was worth it. Thankfully, she believed in splitting the gold equally. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have much in terms of gold.

“Five hundred gold, and you can have it for a month.”

Astarion would have bargained with him, but his needs were too pressed for time, so instead, he pulled out a bag of gold and threw it toward the innkeep, who was rather surprised.

“There is seven fifty. I don’t feel like counting it out, so include her meals for the time we are staying. On top of renting the room, of course.”

The man thought for a moment as other clientele sought to get his attention, and he accepted. The innkeeper tossed a pair of keys at the young couple and turned to help the clamoring guests while Tav was scooped into Astarion’s arms, thanks to his vampiric strength. She let out a yelp of surprise but giggled as Astarion bounded up the stairs to their new room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he seemed to embrace the contact.

Astarion put Tav down to open the door with the keys he was given, and no sooner had they entered the room and locked the door than his lips were on hers. Astarion pressed his lips to hers rather hard as he helped her back up towards the bed in the spacious room. He needed to touch her, craved it, even, as he thrived on the constant patter of her heartbeat. She was alive and was there before him, touching him and loving him when only hours ago, she was as dead as he was. Except hours ago, she wasn’t walking or talking. She was limp in his arms. She was dead.

No, not dead anymore, and he’d be damned if this didn’t change anything. Astarion pulled his lips back to murmur against hers.

“I love you, Tavaria Stormgleam. I love you.” Tav would just kiss him silent, once again; Astarion slowly began shedding her armor as they continued back to the bed. His hands couldn’t move quickly enough as her breastplate and leather armor began falling to the floor with a clang. He unhooked his armor so that it would fall to the floor along with his beloved’s. He could feel the tears coming forward. He had too much turmoil inside, and although he needed to touch her, they needed to talk.

“When you died…” A sob racked Astarion’s body. He didn’t try to hide his emotions with her. She was the only person he could be honest with, the only person he could feel at home around. “When…when…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Astarion, sit down for me. Let’s talk,” Tav said as she closed the small distance to the bed and sat down on the edge. She patted the edge of the bed and waited as he sat down next to her.

Astarion couldn’t help himself; after he sat down, he began to weep.

“I… your body... your wonderful and amazing heart wasn't... and you died... you died!” His thoughts were jumbled, and nothing made sense. His lover had died before him, and he held her limp and dead body for minutes before she came back to him. Minutes that felt like hours. Minutes that tore into him and made him feel such distress. Minutes they could never get back. Astarion began to weep uncontrollably; his sobs were loud, and he couldn’t hold in the pain.

Tav sat there and held Astarion as he dipped his head into the crook of her neck, crying so much that her shirt was wet from his tears. His arms circled her waist and held her close; the familiar smell of vanilla, of her, permeated his nose and reminded him how safe he was. How loved he was.

Eventually, his sobs subsided, and he could speak properly. Tav kissed his forehead, his cheek, and his jaw, comforting Astarion as his arms tightened around her.

“My love. My love… I…” Astarion wiped his eyes with his sleeve and sat back a moment. He wiped his nose a bit as his nose was now stuffed, his eyes red and puffy, and a developing headache reminded him of his grief.

“Shh. It’s okay. Take a breath, honey,” Tav reassured Astarion, who, after a moment or two, took her suggestion. After a few breaths, she continued to speak, “There you go. Now, tell me everything. I’m here. I love you.”

“You... you made the right choice and died for it. You wonderful and idealistic woman. Gods, I love you, but to see you die... To hold your corpse in my arms as I struggled to wake you up… That... it was a lot…” Astarion began kissing Tav on her jaw, shoulder, and neck. “I can’t live without you, Tavaria Stormgleam. I love you. I need you. I want you.” Astarion drew his hands up, and he tenderly squeezed her left breast, making Tav groan in pleasure. He pushed forward, drinking her deep as his soft, supple lips met with her own. His lips were a little chapped, but he drank her in. Her scent, her love, her hot and vibrant body drew him in and reminded him of her life.

“Are you sure, Star? I know you’re coping, but…” Tav pulled away slightly to speak.

“Then let me cope,” Astarion whispered back against her lips. “I need to feel you alive.” Astarion fondled her other breast, which elicited a moan from Tav. He quickly used his dexterous other hand to yank her shirt off her.

“Then take me. I’m yours,” Tav purred. She knew he was struggling, and she knew that he struggled with his emotions. Unlike others, Astarion didn’t have the emotional depth to talk about all his feelings, and instead, he would act in a way that would show his feelings and his love.

“Mine. All mine, and only mine,” Astarion growled. “No one will take you from me again!” He kissed her again and tried his best to ignore his headache and chest tightness. He knew he had to calm down but didn’t know how. This was all new to him and completely a first.

Astarion unhooked the clothing band that held her breasts, and he crawled onto the bed, pulling Tav along with him. He was thankful they both discarded their shoes shortly after entering the room. She helped him shimmy her underwear and trousers off her and to the floor so that she was bare before him.

“You’re a vision,” Astarion mumbled, his hands now tracing the outline of the woman lying on the bed beneath him. His fingers glided across her collarbone, the sides of her breasts, her stomach (which earned a giggle), and her hips and thighs before he took her lips once again. She tugged on his clothes to remind him of how overdressed he was. Astarion pulled his lips back and, in a fluid motion, removed his shirt by tugging it up and over his head.

“Sweet hells, you’re beautiful,” Astarion said as he looked up and down her body seductively. Tav sat up and started to work on his trouser laces when he stopped her.

“Patience, darling. Lay down.” Tav cocked an eyebrow at his request but did as she was told. Astarion spread her legs as he knelt between them and stared at his goal. Her womanhood glistened with slickness from her arousal. He licked his lips. He loved her taste and making her feel good, but today was different. She died.

He wouldn’t tease her as he dove in and clamped his lips over her clitoris. Tav moaned loudly and tried to move her hips, but he held them down. He took his free hand and probed her entrance with one finger to gauge how slick she was, and he was pleasantly surprised to find her dripping. He met no resistance, so he slid his second finger in, garnering a low moan from her as she writhed in ecstasy above him. He curled his fingers and pumped them fast and hard into her weeping maidenhood.

“Oh yes, Star, right there! Fuck!” Tav cursed in bliss. “You feel so good.”

Astarion heard her, but he was also listening to something else he desperately needed to hear for reassurance. Her heartbeat. He licked, sucked, and twisted his tongue around the nerve center of her parted labia as fast and tenderly as he could. He wanted her to come, not be in pain. He watched as she crested, screaming his name as her tissue contracted inside of her and wrapped around his fingers. His cock throbbed at this, wanting desperately to bury himself deep inside her.

Astarion slowly pulled his fingers out of Tav, who mewled in disappointment. She had a deep ache and a need to be filled, and he was determined to fill that need. He finally undid the laces of his trousers and pulled them down, springing his erect cock free from its tight confines.

Astarion laid down next to Tav on the bed and placed his hands on her hips, directing her to straddle him.

“Come sit on your throne, my love,” Astarion huskily said as Tav lined his cock up with her entrance.

“You’ve been a bit possessive today. Are you going to be okay?” Tav asked, unable to wait until later for the reply.

“Darling, I am a vampire. We’re always possessive. After having everything taken from me for centuries, I finally have something... someone who is mine, and I’m not letting go. I love you, and we’re equals, but after what happened today, you’re mine. No one will touch you again.” Astarion growled the last part and kissed Tav again as she slowly slid down on his thick mast.

Tav moaned deeply and audibly as she finally was filled with her lover’s thick cock.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Tav expressed after pulling back from his kiss. “Your cock was made for me. It fits so well.”

“Let’s see how many orgasms I can squeeze out of you, my sweet,” Astarion challenged. “You’re mine, and you’ll be treated like a fucking queen.” Astarion snarled, still upset over what had happened earlier. He loved feeling her warmth wrapped around his cock, her heartbeat speeding up with anticipation of what was to come, the slight blush on her cheeks from her past orgasm, and the sweat on her skin from the little bit of activity they did. She was alive. That was what mattered. She was with him and living again.

Astarion started a gentle pace and began making love to Tav affectionately. He brought his hand to her breast and began to knead the tender flesh, his lips finding her nipple as he playfully flicked and sucked on it. She was embarrassed, but she was already close by. He could feel it as he continued his rhythm, and he began to pick up the pace. He slammed into her hard, like a piston, every time he drew back. He didn’t go fast, but it was enough to push her over the edge.

Tav cried out again as his cock was enveloped in white, hot heat that almost made Astarion spill his load too. He had to slow his pace, or he would have come too soon. He kept thrusting as she squeezed him, and she couldn’t help but purr in pleasure. She stopped bouncing on him after her orgasm and spoke to him.

“I know your favorite position, Star. Want to change positions? I’d love to have you deeper inside me.”

Astarion smirked as they both knew what she was talking about. He loved it when he made love to her from behind. He could hit deeper, and he loved her ass slapping against his lower stomach. He eagerly shook his head ‘yes’ and watched as she got on her hands and knees, facing away from the man she loved. He took his cock in hand and lined it up with her peach, slick with want and desire. He slowly slid into her once again and started at a slow rhythm. He rolled his hips and slammed his cock deep inside after he pulled almost all the way out. He couldn’t help slapping Tav’s backside once. This surprised her as he had never done this before.

“Gods... you’re mine. All mine. I love you, Tavaria. Come hard for me.” Astarion grunted out as he moaned. He never moaned when he was disassociating and was hunting for marks. It wasn’t until after Cazador’s defeat, did he let himself enjoy sex. He finally moaned and grunted in pleasure instead of biting his tongue or not being present during sex. He loved being vocal during sex: it was liberating, and Tav enjoyed hearing his groans of bliss. He snapped his hips particularly fast and deep, earning a low sigh of joy. Tav gripped the sheets as he sped up; his hand reached around and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion.

Astarion reached his other hand around and fondled her bouncing breast. Her breasts heaved back and forth with his rhythm. He felt the coil low in his belly start to tighten, and he knew he was drawing close to his orgasm.

“You’re alive,” Astarion whispered against her neck as he leaned over her. His rhythm was now at a punishing pace. “You’re alive.”

“Yes, Star, I’m alive, and I’m all yours. Come in me, fill me!”

Astarion circled her clit faster until she finally raptured again, but this time, she pulled him with her. The tight, wet, hot, narrow walls of her cleft snugly convulsed and milked him. His manhood throbbed as thick ropes of his semen sputtered from him and coated her insides. He waited until the throbbing had stopped before he began to pull out.

“Do you have another one in you?”

“What? But that would be four! We’ve never…” Tav asked; her heartbeat slowed as her sweat-glistened body began to cool from the exercise. The room smelled of sex, and Astarion was still hard. “You’ve never come more than once.”

“There is always a first for everything, darling. Now, about my question?”

Tav turned and laid down in the bed, with Astarion over her, when she replied, “I think I have one left in me.”

Astarion purred at this as his velvet-like baritone voice whispered to her, “Good. I said you would be treated like a queen, and I meant it. Let me make you drip me for weeks.”

Tav started to rub Astarion’s ears; he moaned rather loudly from her ministrations. “Darling, if you keep that up, I won’t last.” Tav giggled, stopped playing with his ears, and yelped when she felt his hands pick up her legs and pressed them to her chest. He leaned over her and kissed her deeply as he speared himself back into his beloved’s juncture.

Astarion pulled back and kissed Tav’s jaw and cheek, but he couldn’t help but kiss the pulse point when he got to her neck. She stretched her neck to the side, and this action exposed her neck further for him and gave him more access.

“Bite me. Feel how alive I am.” Tav whined, her hips matching Astarion’s as he rolled them into her at a quickened pace. He didn’t think twice before he gently sunk his teeth into her. He moaned when he felt her wine-like blood hit the back of his throat. It was so warm, so vibrant, and a testament to the spark of life emanating within her. He sealed the wound with his saliva and tongue almost as soon as he began drinking, in fear of taking too much. His cock was now harder than it had ever been before, her blood now coursing through him and dulling the ache in his stomach.

“Gods, you taste delicious, darling.” Astarion was pounding into her even more as he returned to kissing her dearly. He, once again, coated some of Tav’s slick on his finger and went back to stimulating her clit. “I’m yours, Tav.” Astarion pulled back to mutter and was pleasantly surprised when Tav sucked on his neck and left a rather bruised patch of skin in her wake.

“There, now I marked you!”

Astarion wasn't sure if it was her marking him or if he was just that close without fully realizing it, but he couldn’t stop himself from going over the edge as soon as she pulled her lips away from his purple and red flesh. He finally emptied himself inside of her, his body bent as close as possible, over her sandwiched form. He circled her clit faster and aimed better; so, after another thrust or two, she was finally going over the edge as well. Once the panting couple had finished their orgasms, he pulled out. A small amount of spend stuck to her inner thighs as she was full of him. He helped her lower her legs, and he kissed her once again.

That night, the couple cleaned each other up and the bed before they finally took their solace in resting in each other’s arms. Astarion laid his head on Tav’s chest as they got comfortable to sleep, his ear over her heartbeat. He wouldn’t take her mortality for granted and would be damned if anything happened to her again. He closed his eyes to trance, thinking about how lucky he was that she returned to him. She was his love, his life, and his home.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ find someone like you ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.kento ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the story of two sorcerers that fell in love.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, written with black reader in mind, jjk manga spoilers, fluff, such sweet sweet fluff, saw a post that black reader writers don't write enough fluff so don't let this flop, established relationship (reader & nanami getting married), if you see the internals reference no you don't hehe, flashback is italics, thanks to @eiflawriting for helping me with reader vows, mentions of pregnancy, implied smut (doesn't go in detailed just mentioned), same ship from family affairs series, can be read as a stand-alone, wc: 3.6k

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — inspo songs: find someone like you by snoh aalegra, new balance by jhene aiko, show me by joey bada$$, pov by ariana grande

YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE GETTING MARRIED. Especially so soon. You never thought you could say that you were in love—especially considering the profession you chose to dive head first in. As your reflection winked back at you, your eyes were glossy, and you could tell that you were about to cry. It wasn’t tears of sorrow or regrets but tears of joy. The dazed feeling of finding your soulmate and being content that this was the person you wanted to spend all of your life with. It felt like the first time the two of you met all over again. The butterflies—them freakin’ butterflies that curled around your stomach as if they were playing ring a round a rosie. They were there just like they were when you two met at a bar during Satoru’s birthday.

It felt like yesterday when you showed up at the bar with a bright smile on your face and Satoru’s gift in another—and coming fresh off a flight from the States. Jet Lag also on the verge of kicking your ass. 

“Happy 21st birthday.” You gave the white-haired male a smile as you shoved a bag in his hand.

It was a last-minute gift before you boarded your plane. Quite expensive, but you thought it fit him pretty well. His crystal blue eyes twinkled in excitement as you guys sat at the table with drinks in front of you. You sipped from your glass and let your fingers run through your coconut-scented coils. You watched your close friend open his gift with so much excitement to see the expensive pair of designer sunglasses. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He tore off the ones he had and placed the ones you brought him on. “How’d I look?” He throws up a childish peace sign that gains a snicker from Shoko, who dabbed her cigarette in the ashtray.

You glanced around the table, seeing Utahime, who you were sure had to bribe with drinks to show. Shoko, who you had to play rock paper scissors to decide who was going to be in charge to ensure the birthday boy returned home safely. The alcohol hit the white-haired sorcerer like a teenager getting their first taste of cheap alcohol. This wasn’t the whole group—but shit happens. Haibara died. Suguru was gone. Mei only responded if yen bills were involved. You wondered how that one guy was. You couldn’t remember his name, but you remembered two things about him. Sitting with him during lunch after Haibara’s death and those chocolate brown eyes. 

“Nanami!” Gojo’s voice shrieked in the busy bar as he waved his long arms in the air for the blonde-haired salaryman to spot them. 

Due to your back being turned away from the bar's entrance, you had to turn around to face the direction that Gojo was looking. There he was. Was it cliche to admit that your heart felt like it stopped beating, and you forgot how to breathe when you saw him? Which only happened as soon as you made eye contact with their beautiful brown eyes. 

Nanami Kento, that was his name. You finally remembered his name. 

To think that night at the bar was the start of something. The two of you ensured the birthday boy returned home safely after only having three shots of the most expensive sake and a sip of your lemon drop drink. Catching up as Nanami would drive because that was the only thing you could do over Satoru’s subtle snores in the backseat of the car. 

How’d you been? 

I see you cut your hair. 

Still doing that research about reversed cursed technique you've been interested in since you were like 17. 

He remembered that little silly, goofy conspiracy theory you had about your technique, and you couldn’t even remember his name at first. He remembered how you were on the verge of getting suspended when you were younger for disrespecting the higher-ups (Thanks, Principal Yaga for having your back). That was one thing you adored about him. He paid attention to you—you just couldn’t quite put your finger on how long. Maybe that was why you fell so in love with Nanami Kento. Maybe that was why the relationship moved so fast that it left you breathless—but in a good way.  Like a good rush of adrenaline. When you were younger, you told yourself that it wasn’t worth it to love when curses plagued the world like a disease. Sorcerers don’t fall in love because who had time for love when you were slaying curses or when you could die in just one assigned mission? Any sorcerer would know that it wasn’t worth investing in it when it could get taken away in a blink of an eye. Or so you thought. 

“So let’s take that risk,” Twenty-One-year-old Nanami Kento said as you walked through a park after yet another successful date. 

When you glanced at him, you caught his gaze so intense that it made your knees go weak. He looked at you as if you placed each star in the sky for him to admire yourself. He looked at you as if you were the reason the moon twinkled down upon you two. He looked at you as if he was in love, and you received this look countless times from him. Despite the two of you only seeing each other for about four months now. You tried to explain to him that it was a risk of falling in love regarding what you two do. Yes, he may have closed the door on slaying curses to start at this entry-level salary position—but you were still high in the sorcery field. He was trying so hard to convince you that you were worth the risk. If he were to die tomorrow—at least he would have had the opportunity to say he kissed you, held your hand, took you out, and made love to you. 

“Ken, I don’t think you understand—“ Your words were interrupted by him stopping you from walking any further.

He collected your hand into his and looked you in your eyes. He knew that was another weakness—you never could look him in the eyes because you always got lost in them. You felt the pad of his thumb rub circles on your hand—the grasp tightening just a bit to ensure how serious he was. Your teeth nibbled at your lip before listening to him.

“I understand fully, and I’m all in,” Nanami responded. 

He watches you blink a couple of times as if he was a dream. As if you could pinch yourself, and he would just disappear, and you would jolt up in your bed in a cold sweat. 

“That just means we have to make every second worth it.” He explains. “So on that note—“ He leaned down and kissed your lips.

It was a soft, lightweight kiss until it wasn’t. His hand clutched the back of your neck, entrapping you completely to indulge in the plushness of his lips. You kissed back hungrily, actually, because you were all in too. You were all in four dates ago. You were all in when he stopped at your apartment to take care of you when you were sick. You just knew that Nanami Kento was worth that risk.

You always claimed that the two of you had time against you. Throughout your relationship, curses seemed to become stronger—it felt like it was always something new. Which increased the dangers of missions and your workload. That didn’t stop you guys from falling even more in love. Actually, it oddly landed you guys in a hiccup of your own, considering that you were here in a white wedding dress and your adorable three-year-old daughter was somewhere in the venue in her pretty flower girl dress. Yes, daughter. 

You recalled how nervous you were about having your sunshine. Correction, you and Ken’s princess. You were nervous and terrified. You were still young. Just in love and working your way up in the sorcerer world. Granted, it halted your career (and she was conceived during a Christmas party), considering that you were only twenty-two when you had your daughter. But you and Nanami’s love grew. Your pregnancy wasn’t an easy road to go down, but you guys made it work. That was one of your two things. When you two were together, you created sunshine to help clear out a storm. 

Adding your daughter to the picture was just sprinkling in that rainbow to piece together the beautiful storm that you and Nanami helped turn into sunshine. Your daughter was your whole heart. With her soft curly brown hair that was growing like a precious crown upon her hair. Her curious brown hues always sparkled when she saw you or Nanami. You adored seeing Nanami hold her hand as you guys made your way through a local flea market on a bright Sunday morning. You loved walking into the living room and seeing Nanami lying on the couch reading his favorite book while your daughter was sleeping on his chest. Those were just some moments that you held so close to your heart. 

You perched up in the hospital bed, hearing the nurse explain what was to happen today. You spent days in the hospital after the birth of your daughter. Yu Nanami was a bit impatient when it came to making her arrival. With coming out a month early, your daughter was a premature baby—coming out and only weighing around three pounds. She was so small. You tried not to blame yourself when the nurse pushed you into the NICU. Maybe you were under too much stress. Push yourself too harshly at work to cause you to enter labor early. You remembered the feeling of your heart burning as the pad of your thumb rubbed against her tiny hand through the incubator. 

“Little Yu has been doing so well in the NICU, so we decided that today we’re going to do a little kangaroo care, also called skin-to-skin care.” Your nurse beamed with a smile. “Kangaroo care can help her stay warm, gain weight, keep her heart and breathing regular, and even help with breastfeeding.” She explained to both you and Nanami.

You were super excited at the thought of feeling the warmth of your daughter's skin on yours, but you thought it would be better for Nanami to do it. You sat up excitedly before asking, “Does it matter which parent does it?” Your voice trails off before your nurse chuckles.

“It doesn’t matter. If you want to do it this time, he can do it the next time.” Her hand motions to Nanami, sitting in the chair beside your hospital bed.

Your plump lips formed an o shape before looking at Nanami with a smile, “I think you should do it first.” You say as your hand reaches out for him to take.

You watch closely as he grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. His brown eyes light up at the idea. You were sure Nanami held Yu more than you during your stay at the hospital. It was insane how small the baby looked in his arms while he waltzed around the room humming adorable lullabies he remembered his grandfather used to sing to him. 

“You sure? She did mention it’ll help with breastfeeding. So I don’t mind waiting until next time.” He brings your hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on it.

“Yes, I’m sure. Plus, kinda an excuse to see you shirtless.” You joked with a wink.

“Of course.” He returned your chuckle before the two of you looked at the nurse, who couldn’t stop smiling at the adorable sight.

“Okay, then, let’s start.” 

You couldn’t stop smiling at the sight, and you had never snapped so many pictures in a matter of minutes seeing your small baby on her father’s chest. If you looked close enough, you would even see some tears swelling in Nanami’s eyes. He quickly blinked to prevent you from seeing and to hold his composure, but that only let a tear droplet travel down his cheeks. Before smiling, you leaned forward to wipe the falling tear from Nanami’s eyes. “She got comfortable so quickly,” You pointed out.

“Yeah,” Nanami said through a breathy sigh.

You weren’t sure if he was nervous because his daughter was so close to him or the fact that the two of you created such a beautiful being. Frankly, it was both. Nanami felt at peace. When his daughter was placed on his chest, he felt a form of comfort. As if it was a missing puzzle piece that completed a puzzle, he’s been working on. It brought warmth to his heart to look at his daughter and see a share of himself and the woman he loved.

“She’s going to be attached to your hip. Such a daddy’s girl already.” You commented as you glanced at him.

The only thing you could do was let out a happy sigh. Because that’s what you were, happy. 

Now here you stood with just a door and a simple walk-in between the love of your life. As you grasp Principal Yaga’s arm, you can feel yourself get nervous. It wasn’t per se you were having second thoughts. You would never have second thoughts about this. But you were nervous about what was to come. The two of you always viewed your love story as a love story on pure adrenaline. You two put your all into it because one day, you weren’t sure if the other would be here. 

As soon as the doors were opened and you stepped into the room, grasping on one of the men who watched you grow into the young sorcerer you were today—there he was. Nanami Kento. His eyes met yours, and that nervous bubble that came crashing upon you burst. You couldn’t contain the smile that cracked on your face with each step you took down the aisle. Your eyes were blurring with your tears, and you hadn’t even stood before him yet. From the looks of it, Nanami wasn’t any better. Dabbing at his brown eyes with a tissue Gojo gave him—a quite poor attempt to not show the whole room he was tearing up at the sight of you. You, the love of his life. 

When the thin sheer veil was lifted off your face, you looked at him and smiled. You felt like the princess in a fairytale, and you had finally been receiving your happily ever after with your prince. 

“Hey,” Nanami said to you with a smile. 

“Hello.” You responded, returning the smile. 

“You look beautiful,” Nanami adds.

There you felt those same butterflies erupt in your stomach. The same ones appeared when he would kiss you in the morning before leaving for work. The same ones appeared as you watched him with Yu doing practically anything. Every moment you spent with Nanami felt like only you guys were in the room. You only saw him.  You were so in love and ready for him to be the one you spent forever with. 

You were in such a trance of staring into Nanami's dreamy set of chocolate brown eyes; you didn’t even notice that the wedding celebrant mentioned that it was time for you to say your vows. You heard the wedding celebrant make a joke that made the guests laugh, and your cheeks warmed in embarrassment. 

“So, should we do rock paper scissors to decide who goes first?” You joked, and Nanami laughed. 

“I think my beautiful, beautiful Y/N should go first.” 

“Fine, but if you cry so hard that you can’t even say your vows—don’t blame me.” You uttered. 

You inhaled sharply, and the squeeze on your hands grew tighter. A squeeze of comfort to ensure that everything was going to be okay. 

“Falling in love while being a sorcerer was something I never expected to do. Our jobs are risky, and I just knew I didn’t want to put someone in a situation where they’ll possibly lose me—or I lose them. But I just couldn’t help myself when it came to you, Ken. When I thought being in the world of sorcery would be suffocating, you were the air I needed to breathe. You felt so good. You felt like home. Looking at you first thing in the morning with your messy hair made me feel like everything was going to be okay. The patience you had with my apprehension assured me. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as kind as you before. You handle me with so much care. You give me your shoulder to cry on when I have a stressful day at work. You listen to me talk shit about the reality TV show reruns I watch, regardless of you knowing what the hell I’m talking about. You gave me security, even when I felt scared. “Let’s take that risk,” remember? I can’t think of an opposite word for risk, but this—marrying you, having Yu? This doesn’t feel like a risk at all. This feels like a blessing. Aside from having our beautiful baby girl, falling in love with you is the best decision I have ever made in my life. Everyday with you feels like I’m experiencing love all over again. I’m sorry, I’m talking too much. Maybe I should’ve written this down.” You said, and guests laughed at last comment. If you listened closely, you could even hear one of your aunts yell to ‘to take your time, sweetie’. 

“Just—Thank you, okay? I love you. I’ll always love you no matter what. And whenever you need me, just think of me, and I swear I’ll be there.” You finished with a smile, and tears fluttered down your cheeks.

Like the gentleman he was, Nanami wipes your tears away while trying to hold back his own. 

“Fuck, you weren’t lying about me possibly crying after you said yours.” He says with a sigh.

“Daddy! Language.” Yu said out loud, giving him a similar look you would give him when he stays up too late. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll put money in the swear jar after this.” He apologizes before he looks at you. “It’s my turn now, and I honestly don’t even know where I start. You know, I always thought that maybe I should write all of this day. But then, I knew I would have a whole book of how I feel about you.” Nanami explained.

“I remember when we first met. We were teenagers, and you always had this contagious smile on your face that, on some days, I found myself thinking about within the day. In my mind, I couldn’t admit that I like you considering what we were in school for. What was the point if one of us could die? Haibara’s death further proved my point, but when I saw you at the bar, I remembered Haibara’s words when he was younger. He mentioned that I shouldn’t let us about to be sorcerers hinder what I want in life. At that moment, I was all in. I knew what I wanted.” He wipes away a tear from your cheek with a sly grin. 

“I wanted you, Y/N. I wanted your Sunday mornings where you’re just lounging around. I wanted your talkative moments of you talking about any and everything. I wanted your silence because I knew you could just be thinking about what flavor of ice cream you wanted or about some curse one of your co-workers told you about. I wanted your work days where you walk around in a white lab coat. I wanted the late-night chats of us talking about our future together. I wanted the other side of the bed at my place to be yours. I wanted you to have space in my closet and dresser drawers. So when I saw you at Satoru’s party, it just reminded me that when I first saw you, it wasn’t per se—love at first sight. It was more; it’s going to be you.” Nanami said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You’re going to make me ruin my makeup Ken,” You drop his hand to quickly grab a tissue from Shoko because his dabbing at your tears was causing you to be even more emotional. 

“I’m sorry, my love, but you deserve to know that. I’m ready to be yours. I’m ready to protect, cherish, and love you and our daughter until my last breath. Because I’m still all in.” He concluded with tears in his eyes. 

Your heart felt like it was clawing at your chest. As the wedding celebrant continued with the ceremony and it was time for Nanami to rightfully kiss his bride, he didn’t waste any time collecting you and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. His arms snake around your waist, tugging you closer than ever as the guests erupt in cheers. Your arms went around Nanami’s neck as you felt his tongue trace alongside your lower lip, begging for a taste of you. You teasingly pull away from the kiss with a smile as your forehead presses against his. 

“I’m so happy to be all yours now.” You happily sighed. 

“I’m so happy to be all yours also.” Nanami brings your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “So grateful also.” 

That was how you and Nanami's love story blossomed to where you guys are today. A doctor at Kyoto Jujutsu High, A salaryman slash Sorcerer, and your five-year-old daughter (who can see curses).

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