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Only Fans
Pairing: stepdad!rafe x onlyfans!stepdaughter!reader
Summary: Rafe finds out a new secret about his stepdaughter and can't seem to help himself. Or Topper gives Rafe an accidental present.
Warnings: 18+, smut, reader does onlyfans, use of dildo (reader), spanking, cream pie, reader calls Rafe daddy.
Wc: 2K
“Man if I was in that house I would be taking advantage. She’s just there begging for it with these videos.” Rafe slows down his pace as he hears Topper talk. “Bet she’s imagining him every time she says daddy. Probably hopes he’ll hear her and do something about it.” Kelce laughs agreeing with his friend. Rafe creeps up behind them looking at the phone they are looking at. What he wasn’t prepared to see was his little step-daughter naked on the screen as she sinks down a huge dildo. His brain short-circuits as he watches you bounce up and down. How your pussy perfectly swallows the dildo with ease. Shit. “What the fuck are the two of you watching?”
The phone clatter ons the tiled floor causing the edges of it to crack. “Fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of us.” Topper picks up his phone inspecting it as Kelce clenches his heart. “Are you fucking sexting my step-daughter?” He stalks forward making his friend take a step back. Topper looks at Kelce for help but the other man just gets up and backs out of the room. “No no. It’s her only fans, she makes these videos and posts them on the internet.” Rafe snatches the phone from his hand and looks through it. He can clearly see Topper was on a website and sure enough there's videos of you. Without thinking he sends the website page to himself and tosses the phone back at his friend.
“Delete that account and if you look or talk about her again I’ll kill you.” Rafe rushes to his truck and sits in the front seat with his phone in his hands. Pulling up the website he creates an account and subscribes to you. “Am I really about to do this?” He mumbles to himself before clicking on the first video. There you are in one of his work shirts playing with your pretty pussy. You tease your clit as you smile into the camera giving it a wink as you sink your fingers in. “Fuck daddy you feel so good.” His dick swells in his pants making it uncomfortable as he keeps scrolling. Video after video there you were fucking yourself all while crying out the word daddy.
Having enough he throws the phone on the passenger seat and races home. All he needs to do is get it out of his system. He’ll watch your videos and fuck his fist until the idea of you is out of his mind. Screw Topper for watching that video. Of course he would find your only fans and enjoy your videos. The fact that Topper, his friend, got to see you like this pisses him off. That should have been saved for him. He should have seen you taking each dildo, watching as you slowly work your way to something that stretches you out for him. But the thing that infuriates him is that you are posting this for others to see. Thankfully every video is solo so he didn’t have to see you fucking someone else.
He slams his truck into park and practically runs into the house. It wasn’t until he was passing your room that the plans divot. Your bedroom door is wide open displaying as you lay on your back with your hand shoved in your panties. You have headphones in so you probably didn’t hear him and your eyes are closed so you can’t see him. He should walk into his room and jerk off to the image of this. Create some scenario where you get on your knees and suck him off. But he’s not that type of man. No he’s the type to walk into your room, lock the door, and climb on your bed next to you. Your eyes snap open at the shift of weight. “Rafe oh my god.” The clunky headphones fall on the bed and he can hear a male's voice.
“Who are you talking to?”The corners of your eyes crinkle. “No I.” You close your mouth and try to move to the edge. He only takes that as a sign to move closer, his hand finding your thigh. “Who is it?” His grip tightens and he pulls you to him. The bed sheets ruffle underneath you as you try to make space. “It’s an audiobook.” Now that was new. Picking up the headphones he takes a listen. A low chuckle comes from him from what he hears causes you to feel embarrassed. “Is that what you think of when you fuck yourself for those videos?” Your eyes widen even more but something in the way he looks at you makes you bold.
“No, I think about you. Wishing you would finally fuck me the way I want.” A huge smile spreads across his face. Now on his hands and knees, Rafe climbs over you. Your back lands on the mattress as his body hovers, barely touching you but enough to drive you insane. “Should’ve just found me baby. Would’ve shown you what a real man feels like.” He emphasizes the point by grinding his hard dick on your thigh. Instinctively your thighs open to welcome him in. You love the way his jeans feel rubbing against your panties. The ridge of the zipper grazes your clit with the slow rocks of his hips. Blue eyes are trained on yours waiting for you to say something.
“Show me.” The words are softer than you intended. “Show me, please Rafe.” Leaning back he watches you breathing heavily. His right pointer finger trails a path from the base of your throat all the way down to the hem of your lace pink panties. He snaps the band, marveling at the way you shut your eyes in pleasure. Allowing him to do whatever he wants. He gets up from the bed ripping the panties off of you in the process. “Why don’t you show me how you think about me? Go fuck yourself on one of your dildo’s.” Your eyes flash brightly at the idea.
When you first started posting you loved all the comments you would get. Seeing how much someone wanted you turned you on. But the thought of Rafe watching you makes you the horniest you’ve ever been. While also making you super nervous. He makes his way to the end of the bed. Fingers wrap around your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed, forcing you off and to your dresser.
How does he know where your dildo’s are?
He sits down as you grab your favorite one. It’s long but mostly girthy so it stretches you out just the way you like it. The suction cup grips the floor making a noise when you get it in place. Next you grab a bottle of lube. You squirt some on the tip and spread it making sure to make eye contact with him. Your eyes glaze over watching as he pulls his pants down and palms his cock. Shit. Just by looking at him you can tell he’s going to feel amazing. It’s a good thing you picked this dildo since Rafe is like the perfect mirror image of it. There’s a small twitch in his eye almost making you flutter. “Where’d you get that?” You sink down on it, enjoying how it fills you with a delicious burn.
“Was mailed to me at school. A gift I guess.” You don’t really care who sent it. All you know is that it’s the best dick you’ve gotten and that includes real life. Everything about it drives you crazy, especially the large vein going from the tip to base. It feels so good when it rubs against your g-spot. Slowly you bounce on it, your tits bouncing along with you. There’s a drop of precum that falls from his tip. You lick your lips wishing you had him in your mouth. Your heart rate picks up when he stands and walks over to you. This is the moment where he makes you suck him off. Well that was what you were hoping for. What you didn’t expect was for him to pull up by your hair and drag you to the bed.
He shoves you face first over the edge and gets right behind you. The tip of his dicks swipes up and down slicking himself up with your juices. “Wanna hear a secret?” He’s teasing your entrance with his tip, barely pushing it in before pulling back. You whine out a what, locking your ankles around his back so he can’t fully leave. “You’ve been fucking yourself with a mold of me.” A while back Topper came up with the great idea of Rafe making a mold of his dick for your mom. He didn’t want to do it but his friend had convinced him it would benefit their sex life. Which at that point and still is none existent. Topper handled everything so now Rafe gets why your mom never said anything. He just thought she didn’t care and he wasn’t going to fight over something stupid.
“What!” You scream as he shoves fully inside you. You feel full, the same fullness you just had when you straddle your dildo. Oh fuck he was right. “Fucking Topper must have thought it was funny.” He starts thrusting furiously, spearing into your g-spot with each thrust. “He convinced me to make one of those molds. Didn’t know he sent it to you… got you nice and ready for me though. Might have to thank him.” Your ass bounces as his thrusts increase in pace. There’s a glaze film over his eyes as he looks down at you. A glob of spit falls directly where he enters you. A loud slap echoes the room followed by a loud moan from you.
His hand rubs the bright red handprint forming on the globe of your ass. “Finally got the real thing and can’t even speak.” His right arm lifts up to swat your ass again in the same spot. “Oh god.” A deep laugh comes from his chest, his fingers pulling at the ends of your hair. Tsking, he pulls a bit harder. “That’s not what you usually say.” He grips your hair at your scalp pulling you up-forcing his phone camera in your face. “Come on, princess, say what we both want to hear.” Burning liquid circles your veins as you orgasim peaks and you scream out. “DADDY.” A hard thrust praises you. “Daddy just like that. Please cum I want to feel you.” His grip on your hair shifts to your neck as he records your face.
“Yeah? Wanna feel your daddy fill you up?” Rafe leans back pushing you back to have your face shoved in the sheets. The phone pans over to where he is essentially destroying your pussy. “Please daddy, cum in me please.” His nails dig into your back as he holds you down so he can fill you up. Slowly his hips come to a halt making sure to keep you plugged up. Shifting back, he adjusts the camera to catch the way his cum drips out of you. His thumb catches some, smearing it on your clit before shoving the finger back in you. Rafe pulls back, stopping the video and sucking his thumb in his mouth.
You watch him over your shoulder hoping he’ll do something else. Just then the front door slams. “I’m making chili tonight!” Your mom yells as she makes her way through the house. She talks to herself as you turn to face Rafe, your stepdad who just fucked the shit out of you. There’s a big smile on his face and he starts to back away. He sends you a wink right before he leaves you in your room wondering how you can act normal around him again. A few hours later you’re scrolling on tik tok when you get a notification. Looking you see it’s from Rafe and something flutters inside you. There’s a video with you at the forefront of it all.
Go on and post that baby. Want your followers to see how well your daddy treats you.
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Stay with me, Sylus
A/N: I just needed this moment after Magnum Opus. The yearning, the love, and the soft moment between Sylus and us... I can't get enough of it. So this is my little fantasy of how it should have ended.
Character: Sylus & Reader/MC/you
Genre: romantic, fluffy
Word count: 950 | Reading Time: 3 min | AO3
You walked Sylus to the door. This date was something you needed, even when you were tired and exhausted from the previous missions. Having Sylus around made you feel relaxed. Your new dynamic was heartwarming. And even if you didn’t quite understand why this man was so persistent about getting hiking gear, you were glad he used that excuse to come visit you.
Your back-and-forth, the way you both danced around the real matter, was something that might never change. The ironic way Sylus said:
"We’re dating now? Should I bring you roses next time?"
It made you smile, and of course, you didn’t miss a beat, asking for the roses with the most thorns.
You didn’t want him to leave. And he wasn’t in a rush, either. So he stayed, half in the corridor, half at your door. He keeps talking, stretching the moment to part. His words were coated in honey, filled with those promises he never made lightly. Because everything he had ever said he would do, he had kept his word.
Your heart flutters as if a thousand butterflies have taken flight, and you find yourself gripping the door frame without realizing it.
“Are you just going to… stand there all day?” you asked. His red eyes flicked to you, amused.
“I could camp here.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.” He smirked, taking a slow step closer. “You always dance around the real question, though. It's charming.”
You exhaled sharply “Do you-” You hesitated, suddenly unable to finish the sentence.
Sylus tilted his head. Leaning in, placing one arm on the door frame. “Do I?”
“You know.” You gestured vaguely, as if that would clarify anything. “Want to Stay over.”
The smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. “I suppose that depends.”
“On?”
“Whether the couch is still my designated territory, or if I’m being upgraded to… somewhere else.” His voice was teasing.
Heat crept up your neck. You huffed. “Why do you say things like that?”
“Because it’s fun watching you try to untangle them.” He took another step closer. Too close now, the air between you shrinking, charged. “But if you’d rather be direct, just tell me where you want me.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again, your entire brain short-circuiting at that choice of words. Sylus chuckled, clearly enjoying this too much.
“I-” You ran a hand through your hair, trying to find a way to say it without actually saying it. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch.”
Sylus hummed, pretending to consider. “So that means…”
You groaned. “It means you can sleep wherever you want.”
At that, something shifted, without warning he closed the distance entirely. Pulling you against him, one hand on your back and the other still on the door frame. The heat of him is impossible to ignore.
“Wherever I want?” he murmured. Your pulse stuttered. You don't want him to leave but the way he makes you blush so easily is annoying. He is so annoying. You swallowed, trying to steady yourself.
“N- not anywhere, but if you’re so into camping, do it in the living room” you muttered, half angry.
Sylus smirked. He definitely caught that hesitation.
His fingers brushed your lower back before suddenly pinching lightly at your side, making you hitch and instinctively press closer into him. The reaction was immediate, your body betraying you before your mind could catch up. You barely had time to swat at his hand before he stepped fully into your apartment again.
The door clicked shut behind him. His back rested against it as he tugged you into his arms again, dragging you effortlessly against his god-blessed body. The space between you vanished, replaced by the solid warmth of him, the way his breath fanned against your temple. Your fingers pressed against his chest, an attempt to put some distance between you, but the moment you tried to escape, his grip tightened.
“Kitten,” he drawled, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You were the one telling me I should be more direct and now you’re stumbling around?”
Your jaw clenched, your body betraying you even as you tried to resist giving him the satisfaction. The heat from him seeped into your skin, making it impossible to think clearly, to ignore the way your pulse stuttered against his touch. You swallowed hard, tilting your chin up in defiance, even though your face was already burning.
“It’s different when you do it.”
Sylus grinned, amused how you twist things in your favor. “Oh, I see.”
For a long moment, he didn’t move. He exhaled, his breath brushing against your cheek as he leaned in, close enough that his lips nearly grazed your skin. “You are making this difficult, sweetie,” he murmured. His breath sends a shiver down your back. “Do you want me to push a little more?”
And then, just when you thought he might close the distance, just when your pulse spiked up, just when your fingers curled slightly against his chest, he pulled back.
"Say it."
You clicked your tongue, the spell breaking, pulling you back just enough to remember who you were dealing with.
“Fine…” you muttered, lowering your head for a brief moment, biting your lip. It’s only fair, you told yourself, trying to ignore how your heart pounded against your ribs. Slowly, you looked up again, your gaze locking with his, losing yourself in his eyes.
“Sylus…” The word lingered between you, a breath, a confession.
"You can sleep in my bed…"
The word left your lips like a surrender, and his expression shifted. Something that told you he wasn’t planning on letting you get much sleep tonight.
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MAKE HIM DISLIKE LOVE YOU
Harry Castillo x Reader (The Materialist)
Chapter 1: Blind Date
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Summary: You work as a housekeeper in a rich family's mansion and often have to deal with their spoiled daughter. One day, she asks you to pretend to be her on a blind date with a guy her dad picked out for her. Your mission is to make him not like you so he won't want to marry her. But here's the twist: will Harry end up hating you, or could he actually fall for you? That's the real question. Warnings: 18+ (smut, MDNI) kinda romantic comedy stuff, fluffy, angst, lying, soft and caring Harry Castillo, wealth, expensive gifts, drinks, money, cars, language, sexual tension, piv sex, kissing, Word Count: 4.8k for now, There will be a part two if you guys like it, but I'm not sure about the rest. Sorry for the poor writing; that was quick. authors note: I am not sure about his name. If there's any update, I will edit. English is not my native, so please be nice; this is my third fanfiction. Thank you for the reblogs, comments, and likes. Love you all!

"Ugh, this dress is so last season! Are you serious? Everything here is out of style—get rid of them! Call Elliot and have them send me another dress, or I'm going to be really pissed!"
As if tossed at you like a used handkerchief, another dress worth thousands of dollars—perhaps only worn once—landed in your hands. You sighed as you looked at the elegant dress you were now holding, the Gucci label glinting under the light.
"Story of my life," you mumbled.
Working as a housekeeper in a millionaire's house was hard enough, but dealing with his spoiled and ill-tempered daughter was exhausting. Yet you were determined that it would soon be over. You could no longer endure this physical and psychological torture. With the money you had saved, you planned to open your own restaurant—fulfilling your dream. You just needed to save a little more and hang in there a bit longer.
Your boss was a decent, kind man, but his daughter was so unbearable that every housekeeper assigned left the next day.
How do you even tolerate her?
Because you didn’t have the luxury of quitting and waiting for a new job. You were still young and trying to establish yourself in the business. The extra pay you received was simply to endure her antics. Your kind millionaire boss had even promised you all the support you needed, suggesting you could quit your day job and focus solely on managing his daughter’s affairs. But how could you have known it would be so challenging? Still, you managed to get through each day and believed you could endure this for just a little while longer. After all, you had survived three challenging years already, right?
The mansion was enormous, and everything inside was meticulously organized. Everyone—housekeepers, gardeners, cooks, and even the owners—followed a disciplined daily routine.
Except for the young lady of the house.
You never knew when she would wake up or come downstairs to join her family at the dinner table. She was stubborn, mean, and unpredictable, and you had to manage her behavior just as you managed her dresses, her dates, and her friends. Because you were responsible for her, there were times when you wished you could handle all the housework yourself and let someone else take care of her demands. Despite being just an ordinary housekeeper, your name was the one that echoed the most throughout this vast mansion.
Why?
Because the young lady constantly called on you to fulfill her never-ending requests. And it was one of those moments again. Since it was evening, you guessed she was probably getting ready for a night out at the club, and you felt a surge of annoyance as you rushed to her room.
"I can't believe I was a size 8 before starting this job; now I'm down to a size 6," you mumbled to yourself, quickly making your way up the stairs.
One of the cleaners dusting the vases in the hallway shot you a wink and let out a sigh. Man, you’d do just about anything to be in her shoes, just taking care of that vase!
As soon as you knocked on the door, the young lady Melanie opened it, pulled you inside by the arm, and slammed the door shut behind you. You were taken aback—had you made a mistake? It had only been two hours since you last saw her; you had picked up her clothes off the floor and taken them to the laundry room. She had seemed content, busy texting on her phone. What could have possibly happened in such a short time?
“Is something wrong?” you asked, your eyes wide. For some reason, she looked super tense and nervous.
“You’ve gotta help me,” she said almost desperately, which caught you off guard; it was pretty rare for her to ask for help like this, very rare.
“Of course, if I know what’s going on…”
“Remember that thing we did with the senator's son? I need you to do something like that again.”
You froze for a moment. She was referring to something you had helped her with before—something you weren't very proud of.
“Oh, but—” you frowned. “You said I’d never have to do anything like that again.”
Years ago, you had done your best to disguise yourself as Melanie to turn off the senator's son and prevent him from marrying her. It had worked, but lying to someone was a real headache. Thankfully, Melanie's father hadn’t suspected a thing, but the thought of risking it again felt scarier than anything else.
“I know, I know, but I’m in a tough spot. My dad has been speaking with a matchmaker again to arrange a match for me. After the scandal at the club last time, he's determined to marry me off for sure. Please, I need your help.”
How could she still act so childish in her late twenties? As she looked at you with those pleading eyes, memories of all the times she’d yelled at you and scolded you flashed in your mind. It was fine when you were more like her special assistant instead of just a housekeeper, but now it feels like you’re just a toy to her. When she wants to have fun, she plays with you—almost like you’re her little slave or something.
“I’m not here for that,” you said firmly. “That is not my job.” Your patience was running thin, and this was just too much.
“But you’re supposed to help me,” she shot back, stubborn as ever. “And it’ll be easier this time, I promise.”
You narrowed your eyes and said, “We got caught last time when the guy found out and cursed both of us. Do you have any idea how hard that was for me? And if your father discovers what we’re up to this time…”
She replied with a grin, “We won’t get caught this time because I already sent them my photo instead of yours. Besides, you know how my father is strict about always having my picture removed from newspapers and magazines.”
“You did what?” you wailed.
“Chill, it’s all figured out. I’ve been working on this since last week. You’ll have dinner with the guy, pretend to be me, scare him off, and boom! He won’t want to hear my name again. Easy peasy!”
You rolled your eyes. “But he’s surely seen your photo somewhere; he can’t be that clueless.”
“No, he’s a very busy businessman. He has lived abroad for years and has just returned from France. He’s looking to set up his business here in New York,” she said as she opened her laptop and pulled up a webpage with information about the man. “It seems he’s also looking for a suitable match,” she continued, glancing at his photo and pursing her lips.
You froze when you looked at the photo; he wasn’t at all what you expected. He appeared to be a mature, charismatic, and intelligent man. But how could you sit opposite this man and pretend to be someone else? The thought made you shudder, raising the tiny hairs on the back of your neck.
“As you can see, he’s much older than me. I don’t think he’ll tolerate disrespect. If you’re disrespectful to him, he might get annoyed and just leave the table,” she said with a chuckle.
You laughed too, but for a different reason. You were sure that if she went to the meeting herself, he would get up and leave when he saw her personality.
“I think you should go; maybe he won’t like you,” you suggested.
She narrowed her eyes at you like she'd just caught you saying something crazy. “He won’t like me? Seriously?” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a cocky grin. “Anyway, I can’t risk it. I don’t want to marry him or anyone else, and I definitely don’t want to be stuck in the same room with that old man.”
As if I want it so much, you thought.
“Come on, please do this for me! I promise I’ll be good; I won’t make you work too hard. I’ll ask Dad to give you a nice raise,” she said, clasping her hands together and trying to look cute.
Well, good raise would mean you could quit your job and bail out of here earlier, right? You crossed your arms and glanced back at the laptop screen, staring at the photo of that guy—Harry Castillo. You made a decision that you had no idea would change everything in both his life and yours.
“Fine. When’s dinner?” you said, feeling a bit anxious.
“Oh, you’re the best! I knew you couldn’t say no!” she said excitedly. “This Saturday.”
“But that’s only two days away,” you pointed out, feeling even more nervous.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you all set. Just make sure you displease him,” she grinned.
You sighed deeply, already sure you’d regret this choice.

“Don’t you think this dress is a bit… exaggerated?” you muttered, looking at yourself in the mirror.
It was an elegant burgundy dress—strappy, satin, and adorned with pearl details—the kind of designer item you could never afford, even if you worked your entire life.
“Am I trying to make him hate me or make him fall for me?” you asked, frowning.
Melanie rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry; he’ll never fall in love with you,” she said arrogantly. This was typical behavior for her, so you chose to ignore it. “As much as you want to annoy him, remember that you represent me. I don’t want anyone gossiping that Melanie Johanson is wearing a lame dress,” she continued while picking out a matching purse.
“But everyone knows I’m not you, except that poor guy.”
“I don’t suppose you were planning to wear one of your own skimpy outfits,” she remarked. “Do you want our game to be exposed?”
That was too much—being scolded and being forced to do something so ridiculous for this spoiled girl.
“Fine, go to that dinner yourself then,” you said, slipping off your heels.
She grabbed your arms. “No, no, no, please. Okay, I’m sorry I was rude. But I need you; no one else would do something like this for me.”
“It’s good that you realize that,” you muttered.
“Here, take this; it’s time,” she said, giving you a smile.
Honestly, putting up with Melanie’s constant demands, cleaning up after her, and covering for her felt like child’s play compared to what you were facing tonight.
A nice raise, you keep telling yourself trying to soothe yourself. I’m doing this for my restaurant; I’ll get it started someday.

The restaurant was one of the most famous, expensive, and luxurious places in New York—somewhere you would never normally set foot in. But tonight, thanks to Melanie’s name, you could easily get in. You were overwhelmed by the incredibly polite behavior of the restaurant staff.
Melanie may have been extravagant and reckless, but she had thought of almost everything for tonight—from the driver who brought you here to the all restaurant staff.
All this effort was for one purpose: to rid herself of the matchmaker’s match.
When they took your fur coat at the entrance and told you that Mr. Castillo was waiting for you, you took a deep breath. After one step inside, when you saw him, you nearly backed away. Harry was busy on his phone, scribbling notes in his small notebook. He looked really sharp and stylish—way more handsome and appealing than in the photo.
Damn.
You wanted to escape; you wished to put an end to this nonsense before it even began. Without realizing it, your feet started to move backward. Just then, you turned around and accidentally bumped into the waiter behind you, causing him to drop the champagne glasses he was carrying on his tray. The glasses shattered, and champagne spilled all over his outfit. You cursed yourself for the mishap.
Before you could even respond, the waiter apologized. “No, it was my fault; I’m sorry,” you said nervously, trying to wipe off the champagne from his clothes.
The other waiter and the staff stared at you in shock.
Yes, you were a wealthy lady now, but what harm was there in being polite?
"No, ma'am, I should have been more careful," he said before turning and walking away.
"Miss Johnson?" said a soft, deep voice.
You turned around to meet him and felt almost breathless. There he was, few inches taller than you, with broad shoulders, curly hair, deep-set brown eyes, a sharp nose, and an attractive appearance.
"Melanie, right?"
"Y-yes," you stammered, batting your eyelashes.
And that smile! For a moment, the world seemed to stop; all the sounds in the restaurant faded, and you almost forgot why you were there.
"I'm Harry," he said, holding out his hand. It took you so long to look at his face that you nearly forgot to acknowledge his hand. He laughed again, that wonderful smile lighting up his face. "My hand has been waiting for a while," he said teasingly.
You felt your cheeks flush as you realized what he meant. "I'm sorry," you replied, quickly reaching out to shake his waiting hand. His hand was big and warm. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. You knew you needed to work up the courage.
“Not really,” he said with a grin. “Shall we head to our table? Or do you want to stay here all night?”
“S-sure,” you said sheepishly.
Well, there wasn't much you could do about it. This wasn't just about him being wealthy or handsome. Even if it was a fake date, it had been years since you'd been on a date, and you didn’t know many men in your life.
Dinner was harder than you expected. Even though you and Melanie had practiced what you should and shouldn't say, your fears came to light. Harry seemed kind and understanding, and it was difficult to lie to him, which made you hate every minute of it. It got worse when he started grilling you with questions, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep up with this silly game.
When you excused yourself to go to the restroom, you called Melanie.
"What do you mean he hasn't left the restaurant yet?"
"I don't know; the conversation got a little long, and he kept asking questions about me, I mean you."
"Do something to make him hate you already!"
“But how? Throw wine at him? This is all ridiculous. I think we should just tell the truth.”
"Don't you dare!" she barked.
Her voice was so loud that you had to smile apologetically when the other women in the ladies room looked at you strangely, hearing your end of the conversation.
"What am I supposed to do? Our plan isn't working."
“What's up with this guy? He should’ve bailed by now.” Melanie grunted.
“He seems nice—I doubt he’d be rude like that.”
“Rude! That’s the ticket; just be rude enough that he can’t stand it.”
“What? Seriously?”
“Yep, you heard me. Just be as rude as you can.”
You let out a sigh, really wishing you could just bang your head against the wall right now.
“I said do it, or you'll ruin everything. Call me when you’re done.”
“But what am I gonna— Hello? Darn it!”
Beep… Beep… Beep…
She hung up.
You’ll have to be rude, how wonderful! But she was right; you needed to get rid of this man for the night to end and for you to return to your normal life. Why did he have to be so nice and kind? If he could ever act like a jerk, you would have done it by now, but he was just too sweet. As you looked in the mirror, you thought of all the rude things a lady wouldn’t normally do. Ah, that sounds familiar; it reminds you of Melanie herself. The very thought of her actions made you smile nervously. You took a deep breath and left the restroom.
Encouraging yourself, you gazed at Harry's handsome face from afar.
You can do it, you can do it...
Your first move: act indifferent.
You changed your facial expression as you approached the table and deliberately looked away from his face. He was smiling warmly at you. No, you couldn't look at him; it would only complicate everything. You were about to apologize for being late, but no, you can’t. Instead, you pulled your chair noisily on purpose, scraping its legs on the floor to create an annoying sound. You sat down and crossed your legs, positioning your body so it wasn't fully facing him. Harry seemed surprised by this sudden shift in your mood, but he didn’t comment.
A little later, as your desserts were served, he looked at you, “I like chocolate cake too, especially with pistachio sauce. We have similar tastes,” grinning at you.
You looked at him and then at the waiter. “I don’t want this,” you said angrily.
“But ma'am, you ordered it,” the poor man replied sheepishly.
“I’ve changed my mind,” you said. “I’ll go with the tiramisu,” you added after a quick look at the menu, making sure to glance away casually.
“Sure, I’ll change it right away,” he said, taking your plate and walking back.
“Are you all right?” Harry asked, concern creeping into his voice.
“I’m great,” you lied, forcing a fake grin.
He didn’t ask any further questions, but he seemed to suspect something had changed. When the waiter brought your dessert, you decided to eat it rudely. You were sure Harry would be disgusted as you devoured your dessert quickly and rather rudely as if you were starving. You didn’t look at him again until you finished your plate. When you finally glanced up, your stomach feeling a bit nauseous, the look on his face was not what you had expected. He was smiling at you admiringly.
What the hell was that?
Shouldn’t he have shown disgust or displeasure, just like the people at the next table who were staring at you with disdain?
But not Harry, not him. Why, God, why?
As if teasing you, he laughed and reached for a napkin on the table, wiping the remnants of dessert from the corner of your lips. “You’ve got quite the sweet tooth, don’t you, sweet girl?”
How could he be so nice, even after everything?
“Want to eat mine too?” he joked again. Clearly, you were amusing him instead of grossing him out. Ugh, just what you needed. Why was this so hard?
“It’s the cream in it,” you said, a bit defensive. If you were going to get into a battle of words, you might as well dive in.
When he looked at you, confused, you thought you saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe you could annoy him with your gourmet knowledge.
“The Marsala wine is in the cream; it’s a secret recipe,” you said, trying to sound smart.
Harry paused eating his dessert, rested his elbow on the table, and gave you an admiring look. “Interesting. I didn’t know you were into cooking. That wasn’t in the info.” That familiar warm smile was back.
Crap. Another mess-up.
“I get it—you’re keeping it under wraps from your dad. I want you to feel comfortable talking about your hobbies when you’re with me.”
When you’re with him? Damn, that was supposed to be the first and last time you saw him. You started playing with your fingers in your hair out of nervousness.
Think, think, think. All you had left was to use the only card you had.
“Look, Harry, I’ll be frank. I don’t plan to see you again.”
Suddenly, he stopped. “Didn’t you like me?” he asked softly.
Was it possible not to like this man? But damn it, you had to lie. You looked away; it was hard to read his expression.
“You’ve probably heard about me from the tabloids. I’m not the type of woman to get attached to just one man. My father put me up to this matchmaker thing; I didn’t intend to.” You admitted this indirectly. He deserved a little honesty, didn’t he? “I’ve had and will have many men in my life. I don’t plan to get married. I mean, you’re not special. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
When you looked at his face timidly, you realized you got the reaction you had been waiting for since the beginning of the night. His smile vanished; his expression hardened, and the color of his eyes darkened.
But why did your heart squeeze when you should have felt relieved?

When they brought your coat, you thanked them and turned to Harry for the last time. You would probably never see him again. You felt fortunate to have had the chance to meet and get to know this man, even briefly. He would probably forget you anyway; why would he remember you?
“Can I give you a ride home so we can end things on a good note?” he asked, sounding a bit unsure.
You definitely didn’t see that coming. You paused, trying to figure out what to say. It would’ve been easier to just say no, but his eyes were so mesmerizing that if he’d asked you to spill all your secrets right then, you might have done it without even thinking.
“Sure,” you replied, feeling shy.
When the valet brought Harry's car around, your jaw dropped. This black, late-model Mercedes Benz S was probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Your interest in cars stemmed from your childhood; your mother always complained that you didn't like dresses and jewelry like other girls—rather, you liked cars. It was clear you were different, and you had always been that way.
Just like the situation you found yourself in now. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

The two of you were silent the entire ride. You didn’t look directly at him, but you could feel his gaze on you out of the corner of your eye. However, you were more captivated by the interior of the car. When would you ever get to ride in such a luxury vehicle again? It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look. As you glanced towards his side to check out the control panel and see how much horsepower the car had, he caught your eye, causing you to quickly turn your head away. You had to suppress your curiosity.
"We’ll turn right here," you said as you approached the junction. Down the street, the giant mansion loomed, so close to your destination. You stole a quick glance at him, realizing this might be the only time you would see this man in person. You wanted to remember his handsome face.
Suddenly, Harry slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked at him, startled that he had stopped so abruptly near the mansion. What had caused him to suddenly halt? He didn’t say a word, just stared at you, and his eyes seemed to communicate something intense. Was he angry and no longer wanting your company?
You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached for the door handle, only to find it locked.
“Stay still,” he said as he unlocked the car doors.
What was he implying? He walked around the front of the car, reached your side, and opened your door.
Was this chivalry? If so, why did he stay away from the mansion?
“Aren’t you getting out?” His voice was kinda cold.
You didn’t know how to respond. You stepped out of the car without saying a word.
“Thanks for the ride—”
Suddenly, he grabbed your arm—not roughly, but with a firm, questioning grip. His gaze was intense, but why did he look that way? Had he figured it all out? Maybe he was about to confront you for making a fool of yourself. After all, you had been willing to be open, and now you felt you deserved it. But you didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes, so you lowered your head.
“You were lying, weren’t you?”
Shit.
You swallowed hard; this was the moment you had dreaded.
“I-I…”
What were you going to say? How would you even say it?
You were fucked.
Suddenly, Harry pinched your chin with one hand, forcing you to look at him while his other hand rested on your waist. He tilted his head toward you, his hot breath brushing against your face, making your heart race. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you could feel your throat going dry. What the hell was he going to do? Kissing you or scolding you? After what felt like an eternity, he pulled you closer by the arm around your waist and kissed you.
It had been a long time since you kissed someone, so you were almost shocked by his sudden kiss. No matter how hard you tried to stop yourself, you finally closed your eyes and surrendered to him completely. Your surrendering gave him courage and he deepened the kiss, his hot tongue licking your lips and forcing them apart. While his expert hand lingered on the swell of your breasts teasingly, you moaned and opened your mouth for him and when his tongue touched yours, you could still taste the chocolate from the dessert he had just eaten.
But suddenly, Harry pulled his head back, breaking the kiss and all contact. Instinctively mesmerized, you leaned forward, eyes closed and mouth agape. When you finally opened your eyes, you caught him snickering, and as the embarrassment of the situation hit you, you wished you could disappear. You instinctively pressed your hand to your burning lips and pressed hem together. Harry licked his lips and grinned. "Just as I predicted. You lied to me. There's no way another man has touched you recently."
For a second, your mind went blank, and you just stared at him, blinking in confusion. What the heck did he mean by that? "Y-you... w-what..." Great, now you couldn't even put together a simple sentence.
What next?
Just then, your phone started ringing. When you opened your purse to get it, Harry reached for it before you could. Fortunately, you had saved Melanie in your phone under a special nickname, not her real name. Harry laughed, raising his eyebrows in surprise and amusement. "Trouble?"
Yes, you had saved her as trouble.
"Can you hand my phone back, please?" you said, holding out your hands, but he caught them with one hand and gently pushed them away.
“Your trouble can wait,” he said, rejecting Melanie’s call. He dialed a number on your phone, but realized what he was doing when his own phone started ringing.
“There, now you have my number,” he said, handing your phone back to you.
You frowned and grabbed your phone angrily, "What makes you think I’d actually call you?"
Harry shrugged, pursing his lips. “Shouldn't I call you before I come to pick you up for our next date? I guess I could just come by your house and honk the horn instead.”
“What?” you exclaimed.
He grinned.
You took a deep breath to release some of your tension. “Harry, why are you doing this? There won’t be a next date; I told you that.”
“One chance,” he said firmly.
“A chance of what?”
"I want you to give me a chance. A real date. If, at the end of the night, you still feel the same way, I promise you’ll never see me again."
You shook your head. "But why? You’re a man who can have any woman you want. You’re rich, handsome, and kind—why waste your time on someone who doesn’t want you?"
You saw something in his brown eyes, something you couldn’t quite identify, but it was intense. “Because you're different from others,” he said sharply. “True, women are not unattainable for me; they are always around. But what I want is someone special, and I feel that you are the one. There’s something about you that has ignited something in me I haven't felt in a long time. I must admit, I'm surprised; I never thought I’d be attracted to you after reading the news about you, but it seems I was wrong. Can you give me a chance? Please?”
Oh, Harry, there’s so much you don’t know, you thought. Your heart was fluttering at the thought of saying yes, but how could you? How dare you? You weren’t Melanie, the daughter of a wealthy businessman; you were just an ordinary girl.
“You know I won’t leave without hearing your answer, right?” He grunted.
Just then, you heard a car approaching, and you freaked out. That was Melanie’s dad’s car. Your heart nearly stopped.
“You have to go, like, now!” you yelled in a panic.
“First, say yes,” he replied, frowning.
"Si, yes, okay, alright! But please, go now!" you urged, pushing him toward the back of his car. He chuckled in response.
You crouched down to hide your face as the other car drove toward the mansion and pulled him down with you.
“I want you to know I’ve never done anything like this in my life,” he admitted, snickering.
“Is that so funny?” you snapped.
"Okay, I get that you don’t want your dad to see us like this, and I’m curious why, but since you said yes, I’ll be a good guy and leave."
“Yes you do that,” you said with a sigh.
Harry took his phone out of his pocket and waved it before getting into his car. “You’d better answer it when I call,” he said, getting inside. He winked at your puzzled expression and started the engine. His car quickly disappeared from sight along the road. You turned toward the mansion, exhaled deeply, and murmured to yourself.
“I'm so fucked.”

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."
Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, smut (cunnilingus), emotional constipation, pregnancy, miscarriage, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.
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"Darling, don't eat that," you grab the wooden dragon the small boy was nibbling on and offer him a spoonful of cooled porridge. The boy stares at the spoon before opening his mouth. His sister beside him opens her mouth upon seeing this. You smile at her and feed her some porridge after.
After a few bites, they both go back to playing, quickly uninterested in your porridge. The door opens and, quickly, they are uninterested in their toys when their father walks in. "KEPA!"
You smile at Daemon. He immediately kneels beside you where you and your children had been sprawled out on the floor. He scoops up his girl, kissing her cheek, "ñuha litse, Alyrie. Eman ozmijegon ao olvie." My pretty Alyrie. I've missed you very much.
"SKOROS NŪMĀZMA NYKE?" cries the boy. WHAT ABOUT ME?
You laugh at him, watching him stand and jump into Daemon's arms.
His father catches him and nuzzles his nose into the young prince's neck, "hen rhinka nyke ozmijegon ao, Alaeric." Of course I missed you, Alaeric.
"Se muña?" Alyrie grabs Daemon's face, making the man turn to her then to you. And mother?
Daemon kisses the princess's silver hair before turning to you, "I missed her the most."
Your eyes open just before he kisses you. You rub your lips, finding them cold from the night air. Tears rush down your skin.
You slowly sit. The dark of night still seeps through your window and the sun had yet to rise. It felt like an omen, that you dreamed about your twins the very night their father left you... again.
Perhaps it was.
You feel sick; your mouth waters, telling that you will soon vomit. You groan and push yourself out of bed, walking to your vanity to smell some balms to sooth yourself. When the tanginess of your lemon oil harbors your bubbling belly, you sigh and decide to get dressed for the day.
Once you are in your grabs, you pin your hair into a bun. You stare at your reflection for a moment, warring the impulse to retch. You stand and head outside, eager to inhale some fresh air.
You startled when you open the door, not expecting anyone outside.
"Princess," they say in unison.
You look between your knights, heart pinching at the sight of them, "...my twins."
Arryk takes in your pale face, frowning, "should you not still be in bed?"
You shake your head, "I had a dream... a terrible dream..."
They both step forward.
You wipe your face before the tears even begin to fall. You groan when they reach for you, knowing you will continue to crumble at their affection.
You pull away and shake your head, "no... I..."
They immediately retreat, knowing to give you space. Erryk can't help the hurt he feels though, and wonders if it was overwhelming to have both of them here. Had he been alone, would you have still rejected his touch?
"I dreamt about my twins..." you sigh, feeling your throat tighten.
The Cargylls remain silent.
You sniffle and shake your head, "shall we head to the gardens?"
They silently come to your side and follow you.
You feel a pinch in your belly and groan, rubbing the area.
This alerts them. "What's wrong?"
You shake your head, "I feel sick."
"Shall we go to the maester-"
"No," you reach for an arm. You find Arryk's and he immediately offers you support. You draw a deep breath, "I need fresh air."
Their worry does not wane when you reach the gardens. It had been a long time since they had seen you this way, both because you had slowly been getting better and that you had not spent as much time with them anymore. Once again, it was all your husband's leave that brought you crashing down.
The brothers share a look; so much is said in their silence. Perhaps only one of us should have come. Having us both present might be too much. Damn that Rogue Prince for doing this all over again.
You sit down by the fountains, taking deep breaths in and out. You rub your belly, groaning as you did. You bite your lip to hold back tears when you begin to realize how similar this scene was. You mumble, "I feel like I'm having a miscarriage."
Their stomachs drop at the thought. Erryk kneels beside you, taking your hand, and Arryk gestures, "you need to breathe, your grace."
You retch, "I'm going to vomit."
Erryk moves out of the way as you stand and run to the bushes, the sourness of your empty stomach gushes out of your mouth.
"Seven fucking hells," Erryk mutters as Arryk comes to your side.
You hear him call your name and you gulp, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. Exhaustion and pain move you to tears.
"Perhaps you ought to break your fast," Arryk offers, helping you stand upright.
You shake your head, "I will only get sicker."
"You might be sick because you have not eaten," Erryk gently explains.
"I do not wish to eat right now," you blurt, gesturing in refusal.
Arryk feels you shudder as you sigh. He frowns and places his hands on your shoulders, "when was your last meal?"
"Before Daemon left," you mutter.
Erryk clenches his jaw, "so the wedding last night."
"You must eat something," coaxed Arryk.
"Please," you raise a hand, "later, I just-" you sigh, "I just need to breathe right now."
The twins are powerless against your wishes, no matter how wary they are of it. You sit by the fountain, beckoning them over.
Erryk sits beside you and Arryk shoots him a look, shaking his head in disapproval. Erryk mutters, "it's an ungodly hour..."
"And it is precisely why—"
"Who's going to se-"
"What if someone sees—"
"Please," you lean your head into your hand, "I just... let me have this," you look up, giving Arryk the beady eyed look that makes him weak in the knees.
Erryk glares to get him to submit and Arryk nearly shoves him because of it. Still, the latter sits beside you and you sigh in relief. You shift and lean against Erryk's breast plate then rest your legs upon Arryk's lap.
Erryk rubs your shoulder. Arryk sigh and clutches your ankles.
"I feel empty..." you mutter through wobbly lips.
The man behind you sighs, "you have made much progress, princess. You are stronger than you were last time."
"I don't want to be strong," you close your eyes, feeling tears run down your face, "I tire... tis always this way."
Arryk clenches his teeth when you begin to weep. He grabs his cloak and wipes your tears.
The three of your remain here until the sun rises.
You eventually yield to their urges of breaking fast. They eat with you but finish far quicker as you found it a chore to feed yourself. You barely ate half of your meal and it was already cold when you hear someone walk the door open.
The Cargylls, who were presently stood by the door, bow at the princess, "good morn."
Rhaenyra freezes at the sight of them, not expecting two... or even one, honestly. She feels rather conscious and grumpy about the one currently shadowing her. She walks into the room, eyeing Harwin who tails behind her, "I did not know you were so strangled, dear aunt."
You turn from your meal to the newly wed. She looks like she slept horribly. You push yourself up to curtsy at her, but she stops you with a hand raise before you could. You slump back in your chair.
"I figured you would be in better spirits because you left the wedding early," says the princess as she takes the chair beside you, "but clearly it isn't so."
You only notice Harwin at this point because he greets you then shares a laugh with the Cargylls.
Rhaenyra softly fumes at it.
"I apologize for leaving ea-"
"Don't be," she leans into her chair, "a fight broke out and the hall had to be cleared before the ceremony commenced."
You stiffen, "oh," you shake your head, "are you alri-"
"How do you do it?"
You watch Rhaenyra clutch your arm.
"How do you stand a large oaf looming over you, telling you what you should and shouldn't do?" she mutters, "two at that."
You pull your head back and steal a glance at Harwin. Lord Strong was a not of schemes or malice, though he was called Break Bones. You've spoken to him on occasion and found him to be rather gentle, but then again, most people were in fear you would break. You turn back to her, "I do not stand them."
Rhaenyra's brow quirks.
"I enjoy their company."
Her face hardens, then she pulls back.
"I am fortunate."
"You are," she crosses her arms, "he is controlling."
You knit your brows at that, "I do not understand. Is Harwin your ward?"
"As of last night," she groans, "my father fears I might encounter another act of violence."
"Ah," you slowly nod, "well, the king does it in con-"
"He made me wake before my usual hour," Rhaenyra snaps, leaning back into you, "I told him sleep until I mean to, and he said it would be good to practice a schedule for when I am Queen."
You furrow your brows at the petulant look upon her face but cannot help but chuckle when she crosses her arms. You hum and shake your head, "that is frustrating."
She narrows her eyes, "you don't agree with his reasoning?"
You shrug, "rest is a ruby and discipline an emerald. Both are valuable and I would not throw one for the other."
She thinks about your words for a moment. "I am irritated," she blurts, "I do not need yet another man to tell me what to do."
You lower your head, taking a deep breath, "I understand you completely," you offer her a soft smile, "but instead of fighting him, perhaps you can work with him."
Rhaenyra raises a brow.
"It's much easier to swim with the current, is it not?" you mutter, "perhaps the next time he persists on his way, instead of persisting on yours, you offer a middle ground."
The heiress gives you a look, "why should I offer middle ground? I am his superior."
Your smile grows sympathetic, "we are women."
Her jaw sets. She lifts her nose, "Iksan Perzys Ānogār." I am Fire and Blood."
Your smile widens. You rub her arm, "pār kostilus ao should botagon bē aōla." Then perhaps you should persist upon yourself.
Rhaenyra's proud expression falters. She was not expecting such a response from you. Your face shines though it was clear you were not in the best of conditions. You were earnest... and suddenly, she could see so clearly why her uncle was so besotted.
"Daemon has gone again-"
You tense at her sudden words.
"-but he does not desire that you suffer in consequence like how you once did," she explains.
You feel sick all over again, like all of what little you had eaten wishes to be free.
Rhaenyra leans her head, "he instructed me to be the keeper of your peace whilst he is gone."
Your lips part.
"I shall do so," she shakes her head, "not because my uncle commands me, but because I should..." she stands, "one day I will be queen."
She waves you off when you try to stand to regard her. You watch her walk off with Harwin following closely after. You stand and walk towards your wards with pursed lips, "she's so much like my sister." You shake your head with a huff, "I mourn their friendship."
They follow you walk out of the room. One offers, "we know not what the future holds. They might yet rekindle their friendship."
You say nothing to this.
You head to your sister's chambers.
"Praise the Seven," mutters Alicent the moment she sees you. You stop in your tracks when your sister runs up to you. She grips your hands, eyes solemn as she whispers, "I'm with child."
You freeze.
"The maesters say it's possible I have been for a few moons now," her breath shakes, "I've just given birth. I fear I might not be strong enough to-"
"Cast the thought away," you clutch her cheek, "you are the strongest person I know."
She speaks your name and you immediately embrace her. Alicent melts into your shoulder, taking in your scent. Your wards watch display a few paces back.
"I am here for you," you rub her back, "you have done well with Aegon and Helaena."
Alicent clenches her teeth and screws her eyes shut, but slowly allows her to relax against you.
"Auntie!"
You find Aegon running up to you.
"DRAGON!" calls the boy, tugging your skirt, "I want to see my dragon."
Alicent moves back as you crouch down to the boy, "you want to go to the pit?"
He nods, "I want to fly with Sunfyre!"
You chuckle, brushing his hair back, "Sunfyre is still too small to ride, my love."
"But I want to!"
"I know, my love, but you must wait until he's big enough."
"Did uncle wait for Caraxes to get big?"
You smile falters as you think of Daemon, but you catch yourself and shake your head, "Caraxes was already big when he was a baby."
Aegon's jaw drops, "lucky..."
You chuckle.
"Will you go to the pit with me, my love?" Aegon reaches for your cheeks, effectively reaching for your heart.
"Aww, of course," you coo, pulling him into an embrace. You look up at your sister, "may we go to the pit, sister?"
Alicent rubs her belly and nods, "will you embroider with me after?"
You agree with a smile, taking Aegon's hand as you come to a stand.
When you reach the pits, Aegon gasps at the sight of Caraxes. Since his illness, he remained sprawled outside the chasm of the pit, as he was loath to move.
"CARAXES!" Aegon excitedly points.
You turn to him with a grin, "Caraxes!"
You gasp when Aegon suddenly rips out of your grasp, bolting towards the blood wyrm. Thankfully, your wards were on high alert and manage to snag the boy before he could.
Twas Erryk that caught his arm. He clicks his tongue, "do not be naughty, young prince. You know the rules.
Aegon squeals in protest. If you didn't know any better, you'd believe he was being hurt, but you knew better. He whines, "muña!!!! Mazverdagon zirȳla dīnagon nyke ilagon!" (Maternal) aunt! Make him put me down!
Erryk raises a brow at the boy when he thrashes against him, pulling the knight's arm with all his might to no avail, "quiet. She will not save you."
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
Caraxes grumbles at the noise.
Arryk raises a hand, "I'll save you, my prince!"
Aegon halts, turning to his savior.
Erryk watches his brother approach and releases him once the boy is swooped up. Aegon screams in glee when he is hung in the air upside down and thrown over Arryk's shoulder.
You chuckle at the sight, watching your nephew's legs fail behind Arryk's back. Aegon giggles, lifting his head.
Arryk grunts, "right, out of the pit then."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Aegon protests through laughter.
Erryk winces, turning to Caraxes warily, "hush."
"No?" Arryk looks at the boy, "but I thought I was saving you?"
Aegon laughs and points, "FROM HIM!"
Erryk gasps, "me?"
Aegon nods, "he's villain!"
You snort, "Aegon."
"Ah," Arryk raises a brow, "I see. What shall we do? Should the princess punish him?"
Aegon grins, nodding his head.
You give Arryk a look.
"AUNT!" Aegon points, "PUNISH HIM."
You roll your eyes but comply, "Erryk."
Erryk turns to you, "yes, my princess."
"I punish you to live as a cat while we are here in the pits."
"Meow."
Aegon laughs brightly, suddenly wrangling out of Arryk's arms. Arryk puts him down and Aegon immediately runs to your skirts, "do him next."
Arryk gasps at the chubby finger pointed at him, "your grace! You betray me?!"
Erryk crosses his arms, "meow, meow."
Arryk growls with his hands curled into pretend claws, slowly stomping over, "I shall have vengeance."
Aegon screams and runs around you, hiding behind your skirt, "PUNISH HIM. QUICKLY!"
You huff and turn to Arryk, "ser Arryk."
"Hmm?" Arryk halts and clears his throat. He straightens his back, "yes, my lady?"
"I punish you to live as a dog while we are here in the pits."
"Wo-woof," Arryk sighs sadly.
"Meow, meow, ri-aw."
"Arf!"
Aegon emerges behind you, pointing a finger, "HEHEHE, you've been pu-"
"Aegon, I punish you to live as a bird while we're in the pits."
The boy bends his arms into wings, "tweet, tweet,"
Erryk points, "MEOW," then licks his lips while rubbing his belly, "YUM MEOW!"
Aegon, realizing his doom, runs behind you, "TWEEEEET!!!!!!!!!!!"
The two run around and Arryk joins them, barking along as they did. When Sunfyre was brought out, Aegon immediately breaks character, "Sunfy- I mean..." he turns to you, cupping the side of his mouth, "can my punishment be over? Can I be a boy again?"
You chuckle and nod, "all your punishments are over."
"YIPEE!" Aegon jumps and runs off to his dragon.
That is, until Arryk snatches his arm again, "my prince, no running in the pit."
Aegon merely nods this time, "okay!"
Both of your wards are focused on the boy once the small, golden beast is upon him. The keepers try to keep the dragon calm, but he is equally excited to Aegon as Aegon is to see him.
Aegon fearlessly strokes his companion, gasping in awe of his golden scales, and Sunfyre makes a sound akin to a purr as he nuzzles into his hand.
"Naejot kisikagon zirȳla, ñuha dārilaros?" one of the keepers ask. Would you like to feed him, my prince?
Aegon nods eagerly.
The Cargylls allow the boy to act under the guidance of the keepers, remaining on high alert. You, on the other hand, find yourself drawn towards the other dragon in the pit. You frown at Caraxes, who was already looking, "qubirī run." Poor thing.
Caraxes huffs as you slowly approach him with a raised hand. You pet him gently, unsure if he was allowing you to do so, or if he was too sick to do anything about it.
He makes a noise that sounds rather painful. You frown deeper, "mirre iksis sȳrī. Daemon ēza geptot naejot dohaeragon ao." All is well. Daemon has left to help you.
He perks at the mention of the name. He lifts his head slightly, looking around the room for the said man.
Your heart hurts and you are immediately brought to tears, "oh you poor thing," you clench your chest, hating that he can't understand what's going on, "Daemon iksis daor kesīr." Daemon is not here.
Caraxes makes a sound, earning the attention of the others in the room.
The twins see where you stand and immediately become agitated. They call your name slowly.
Caraxes sees them and grunts in displeasure.
"Shhh," you shake your head, "lykirī." Calmly.
The dragon does not listen and grits his teeth.
The keepers have to intervene and Aegon's time with Sunfyre is unfortunately cut short because of Caraxes's restlesness.
When you return Aegon to his mother and he insists upon lemon cakes. You all have some cakes and tea as you and the queen spend the rest of the day embroidering.
By the time you're back in your chambers that night, you dismiss your wards and get ready for bed. Your servant girls help you dress and after dismissing them, you raise your brow at the sight of the Cargylls, still ouside your door.
You towards them, hands on your hips, "I've not met anyone as eager for work as you two."
Erryk merely ignores you, standing back into attention. Arryk offers you a nod, "we merely do our duty, your grace."
"I'm going to bed," you raise an arm.
Arryk stands attention, closing the door as they both say in unison, "good night."
You huff, grabbing the knob. They ignore you. You roll your eyes, "come inside."
They ignore you still.
"I have dismissed you. You are not my wards in this hour," you walk to your vanity and prepare your quill and parchment. You turn to the open door, "shall I write to Daemon?"
This grabs their attention. Both of them turn to you and soon, the door is closed and both of them are by your side.
You turn to your paper, "I think I should write to Gwayne first, berate him for ignoring my letters."
"I doubt he ignores you. He's likely preoccupied, as I hear there has been an issue of locust in the Reach," Erryk offers as he paces around the room.
"He is preoccupied," you mutter, "Lord Tarly tried to talk his daughter up to me."
"Mmm," Arryk clutches his hands where he stands beside you, "Tarly. It would be a noble match."
You scoff, "I doubt my father would want him to marry within the Reach. Perhaps he'll offer him a Dornish bride so he could sink his fingers into the south."
Neither of them respond.
You begin to air out your grievances to your twin, your grievances with his late responses... your grievances with your husband who was now in Essos.
As you do, Arryk recalls your interaction with Rhaenyra, and by extension, Harwin's interaction with them. "It seems the princess has a ward."
Erryk turns to his brother at the mention. You merely hum.
"Ser Harwin asked how we get along, especially since there's three of us."
"And what did you say?" you mutter, focus still on your paper.
"I said we were blessed to ward over such a kind spirit."
"You mean such a sickly spirit."
"A calm one," Arryk corrects, sauntering to the back of your seat, "the princess is apparently fond of instigating quarrels."
You look up at him, taking his reflection, "she is fire and blood. She instigates quarrels no more than a baby demands to be fed. She does simply what is her nature."
"Ser Harwin for advice on how to handle the young princess," Erryk adds, walking over to you.
You watch him come beside your vanity, leaning on the surface. "Mmm, pray tell, what advice did you give?"
"Patience," Erryk blurts, "I told him patience is the only solution to his problem."
You chuckle softly, turning to Arryk behind you. You gather your hair over your shoulder, combing through the dark locks, "and you?"
Arryk looks down at you, belly rolling at the warmth your features under candlelight. He sighs slowly, clenching a fist to steel himself, "I told him to submit."
Your brow quirks.
"Submit to her will... her wants," one of his hands reach for you, "her desires."
Erryk watches as his twin caresses your cheek. He licks his lips when Arryk traces yours with his thumb. Unwilling to be merely an onlooker, Erryk comes to your side, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.
This steals your attention. You turn to the other Cargyll, instantly finding your mouth trapped against his. Erryk kisses you gently, as if he feared placing any more pressure would break you.
Arryk breathes heavily and slowly drops to his knees. His hands brush over your lap, slowly bunching your skirt up. He grabs the base of the chair and drags you into him. Erryk's kisses shift as your chair does;his lips trail to your jaw and neck.
Your attention is stolen again when you feel hands on your bare legs. Arryk had hiked your dress up and was now parting your thighs to make room for himself between them.
"Wait," you mewl, reaching out to him, "I don't think I can take you both toni-"
"You do not have to," Erryk immediately mutters, "you needn't take either of us," his hands slowly brush across your chest. He squeezes one of your breasts, "let us take care of you,a make you feel good."
"Aye," Arryk blurts in agreement, "let us calm you."
"But what about y-"
Arryk makes your words falter by taking your shins and placing them on his shoulder. His steel is cool against your skin which burns hotter by the second. He kisses your knee while Erryk pushes your hair behind you, attacking your neck with his wet lips. "Do we not remind you enough to stop worrying about our pleasure?"
You bite your lip, holding back the whimper that threatens to spill as Arryk kisses up your inner thigh. You sigh, "I thought you said you submit to me?"
Arryk looks up as you, pressing your thighs against his cheeks. His eyes glimmer with longing, with adoration. Erryk shifts behind your shoulder to easier kiss you there as he pulls your sleeve down.
"Is this not submitting?" Arryk mutters.
You reach for his cheeks and stroke his beard, "I'm tried."
"Just one," he whispers, fingers eager to pull your bloomers down, "I will not tease you... not unless you wish it."
You whimper at the idea and shake your head.
Arryk heaves in an attempt to keep his breathing level. You still hadn't given your explicit permission, so he does nothing but watch as his brother smothers your shoulder with his lips. He mimics and kisses your thighs, "please... just on my tongue."
"Fuck," whispers Erryk upon hearing it.
You sigh and clench your jaw, finally nodding. You pull Arryk's head into your waiting core.
He wastes little time between removing your inner garments and pressing his mouth against your soft womanhood. Though eager he was to lap you up and eat you out, Arryk is gentle with his tongue. He is gentle with how he moves his lips and how he nuzzles his nose into you.
Erryk keeps you in place, body pressed against you, assuring your comfort, even if it meant the lack of his own. He massages your breasts intermittently and soon decides to pepper as much attention on the other side of your neck as he did the opposite. He breathes hotly against you, "smell so good."
Arryk hums, "taste even better."
You whimper when both brothers nip at you; they had a knack of doing things at the same time, even if unintentional. Your back arches and you slowly begin to swivel in your spot as the pleasure in your body intensifies.
The scratch of Arryk's beard on your tender flesh makes you groan. Soon, the wet lapping is loud enough to match the noises you were emitting.
Your peak is surprisingly strong and makes you lurch forward into Arryk's head. He steadies you though, as does his twin. Your legs nearly cramp as your body tenses with the hot and heavy sensation that bursts across your form. Both brothers give you one last kiss before carrying you into bed and tucking you in.
"That is your fortune."
He clenches his fist and teeth.
"Sadness bled from love. Misplaced yearning. Treachery strung from treachery. Nightmare become flesh."
His breath is low and shaky. He tells himself she's a quack but then again she knew nothing of him when he entered; now it seems she knew everything. "Fortune or reality?"
The soothsayer sat across him on the carpet shrugs, her heavily painted face twists in indifference, "two sides of the same coin."
"Can I change it?" Daemon snaps, liking no part of what he'd heard. This witch spoke only painful confirmations of things he'd tried so hard to deny.
She stares at him, scrutinizing his clothes. She was no fool, she knew he was noble, even with his tatty attire. She tilts her head, "for a price."
Daemon chuckles dryly, "of course," he shakes his head, reaching for his pocket, "how much more will you swindle out-"
"You must send word to your wife today or else she will never respond to you again."
The prince freezes.
The woman knowingly hums, "the same constellation that shone during her birth will soon shine. Her half will celebrate but she will not."
Her half? His jaw clenches. Gwayne? "Why won't she celebrate?"
"Death," she mutters simply, "everyone shall mourn during her day."
Daemon tenses, "death? Whose?"
She shrugs.
He grabs a pouch of coins and places it between them.
She looks at the coin but shrugs yet again, "I tell you only of what I see. A town of old shall rejoice for its heir will retrieve a bride. Babes will be promised. Her own lonely tears will drown the princess."
Daemon's face twitches.
The woman is unbothered by his deep bother. He lies on her side and waves him off, "go write to her and leave me now, prince. I tire."
"What should I write?"
She gives him a face, "it's nary my business what a married man and woman write about."
"B-"
"Waste more daylight by all means," she raises a hand, "may the gods grant you a bird that knows the flight back to King's Landing."
Daemon's huffs then exits the tent. Just as he remembers he left his pouch of coin, he turns and finds the tent is gone.
"What in the name of the god—"
"My lord!" a frantic voice calls. Daemon finds the captain of his ship, running towards him. He grabs his arms, "where have you been?! We've spent all day looking for you!"
The prince pushes him away, "do not exaggerate. I was merely gone for-" He turns back when he hears a bell tolling, brows furrowing at the sight of the setting sun behind the tower.
"I had to pay my guide to Norvos extra to wait and stay for us," says the captain.
Daemon looks out to the marketplace before him. Mere moments ago, it was bustling, lively, and stocked to the brim. Now, seemingly not a soul was present nor were there any goods at all for sale. He turns back to the man, mouth ajar, "I swear I had only left a few minutes. A woman had spoken to me about my wife... I had to listen."
The captain mutters something in his native speech. He shakes his head, "you be wary of witches," he spits to his side, "we might not reach Norvos at all if you listen to all the harks you hear." He shakes his head, "come now. We must aw-"
"No. I must write to King's Landing at once."
The man tenses and huffs, "and did the witch tell you do to so?"
"My heart does," Daemon says, walking off.
His eye twitches. Captain follows after him, "we waste sunlight... and coin! You can send her word the next stop ov-"
"It is my time and money you rely on," he shoots him a look, "I will spend it as I see fit."
And so it was.
Daemon sits upon a table just outside a tavern with a cup of wine, gazing back and forth between the captain and the guide, who were arguing in front of a horse stable. The scene is reminiscent of the argument you had when he left you in the pit to go to the Stepstones. The memory tries to choke him.
Beside the stable was a two-floored house and on the top window, he could see a mother watching her daughter play an instrument akin to a lute as she breastfed her babe. They had hair as dark as yours, which was why couldn't help imagine she was you for a moment... how happy he'd be to come home to something like this.
He turns to his paper and wonders if you ever drank wine when you wrote to him.
The bell tolls.
A septa lights some of the candles that went out with the wind.
You and Alicent had been knelt down in prayer in the temple. More accurately, she had been praying and you had been silently crying; your sister merely pretended not to notice.
The loud ring of the bells were what pulled you out of your melancholic trance. You sniffle and wipe your face, gathering yourself as much as you could. You push yourself up and turn to your sister, helping her up as she struggles slightly to get to her feet. She rubs her belly, the bump now visible.
"Perhaps we ought to stay standing next time, my dear," you say.
The queen disagrees, "I'm fine."
You freeze when she brushes your wet cheeks. You stare at her as he frowns.
"Are you?"
You slowly push her hand away, shaking your head, "I do not know. Does the news of the crown princess being with child not inspire you to weep?"
Alicent does not respond. In truth, she does not know how she feels about Rhaenyra carrying. She is rather numb, but she does not think she should admit it. This is why she changes the subject, "what of Daemon?"
You chuckle dryly, scratching your eyes, "what of him?"
"Has he still not written to you?"
You shake your head, lowering your gaze, "I would probably have taken this news better if he had," you chuckle bitterly, "I thought it would be different this time," you look back at her, "but here I am, wanting to return to Oldtown more than ever."
"Take heart," Alicent grabs your arm, "he said he would write you, didn't he?"
Your eyes water, "now that I think it, he never expressed the exact sentiment."
"Perhaps there are no birds to send correspondence."
"Alicent," you mumble, "you need not defend him. It only hurts us both." You gaze up at the ceiling, "I admit..." you laugh dryly, "I was not expecting any word from him."
That was a lie.
You were hopeful for letters, nay, you prayed for them... but then, you realized that change does not come easy and saved your breath.
But there was truth, and the truth of it all resided with Otto. It surprised him how sentimental Daemon could be, and how consistently so.
Even now, as sits upon his office chair, reading the most recent one, his throat tightens and his stomach sours at his sentiment.
𝔐𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔅𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔓𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔰, 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔳𝔬𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔟 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔡𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱. ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢, ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔡. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔰, 𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔵𝔦𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶, 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢. 𝔐𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔴𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬… 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔰. ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔢 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰. ℑ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢. 𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞t 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤. ℑ𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤, ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲. ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔥𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡.
Otto nearly gags. He crumples the paper and stands from his seat. He walks toward his fireplace and chucks it in, as he did with the previous ones.
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So...remember how I said in that update post how I might MAYBE do a TSS rewrite and post it for free?
"Maybe" quickly turned into "definitely happening". Instead of making it outside of COG, however, the finished product that's already published will be updated with the rewritten files. This means that if you've already purchased TSS through COG, you'll have the rewritten version available. That's how I originally intended to go about things with the old rewrite and is the better option here to avoid potential complications.
I've been in contact with COG and they've let me know that I'd be able to do what I have in mind even if this results in a different wordcount and very different scenes/plot points and a different kind of main story.
I realize that this announcement is probably pretty jarring since my last post stated that I wasn't sure about doing a rewrite but that I wanted to if I had enough time. After making that post, I started creating an outline for the rewrite mostly for fun...and one thing kind of led to another. I want you all to know that I wouldn't be making this post at all if I wasn't sure about this. It's because I've already begun the process and feel incredibly motivated and inspired that I can do this that I'm making this announcement.
This rewrite is not going to be like my old attempt at a rewrite, though. It's an entirely new one that I feel much more confident about.
So far I've written the outline for the rewrite and started reworking already existing scenes from chapter 1 as well some new ones. I'm happy to say that the difference between how the rewrite process felt years ago compared to now is like light and day. It seems like those years I've taken away from TSS were very healthy and helpful in giving me some distance and letting me figure out what kind of story I really want to tell.
My plan is to rewrite book 1 and then make 1 full continuation after that. Instead of a trilogy, it looks like this version of TSS will be 2 volumes, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it'll be shorter than originally intended. I think it's more doable for me to rewrite the first book (starting from scratch while also using some already written scenes, since I've been assured I'm allowed to do so) and then make 1 complete continuation of it rather than trying to fill stuff out over 3 different entries, and I think it'll serve the plot and story as a whole to do it that way.
That being said, I fully understand that some - or most of you - might have trouble trusting my word after me failing to do the rewrite I wanted to years ago and not delivering a second book. That's completely fair. This time I'm not rushing things and I don't feel any pressure to do this. It's not something I do out of dislike for the original, but rather out of love for what it could be and what I could make it into, if that makes sense. I'm taking as much time as I need to and am not putting any pressure on myself to do this.
My other project takes priority right now so I can't dedicate all of my time to the rewrite, but I'm working on it when I have time over or get stuck. It's actually pretty nice to alternate between two different stories that have different settings and has helped a bit in avoiding writer's block.
Here are some differences between TSS and the TSS rewrite (most of the changes I made to the old rewrite no longer apply):
The rewrite will be told in second-person point of view ("you" instead of "I"). The reason for this is that when I first started TSS I was really unused to the second-person POV, but after having spent years in the IF space it's now the other way around. It'll make writing much easier for for me, and I hope it won't feel too jarring for people who are used to the first person POV.
The Shadowman and Jealene (now "J") will both be genderselectable just like the main cast. The Shadowman will be genderselectable later on, though - it might sound strange but I think it makes sense when you have more context. J plays a bigger role than they did in the original and their personality is a bit different in this version.
Some side characters (such as most of the hideout) will be cut. This is because they felt really underdeveloped to me in the full game and didn't serve much of a purpose. Instead I'm focusing more on the main cast + a few key characters to ensure the story plot stays focused and you get more time to develop bonds of various kinds with the main cast instead.
The relationship system will look a bit different. Instead of bars showing a percentage of approval, I'll write a description of each character and what they think of you. The descriptions will shift when the character starts viewing you differently, whether that's due to rivalry, romance or friendship. My hope is that this will allow for a more nuanced relationship system/descriptions. I'll also adjust the options a bit to try and make choices more nuanced and am thinking of including the option of having ex. a heart next to a romantic choice for those who want to know for sure what they're getting into. The different responses (such as shy, flirty etc.) will stay but some of it will probably be reworked. Essentially what I want to do is allow for a wider range of MCs and how the characters respond to the MC.
The MC is going to have more agency in certain ways. I've included something plot-relevant to the main character that can potentially change the dynamic between them and the group a bit, but it all depends on how you play it.
The tone might be somewhat different. Not entirely, of course, but there are some parts of the old TSS where the characters sound a bit younger than they are supposed to be, where tension and seriousness has been sacrificed in favor of humor and where some of the interactions aren't the way I would prefer for them to be. I've gotten older since writing TSS (gasp) and my tastes have changed, as has my writing to some degree. In order to do a rewrite I'd have to write in a way that's most enjoyable for me and that I feel best fits the story I want to tell. That's not to say that there isn't going to be silliness etc., but I'm adjusting the tone somewhat and putting more time and effort into descriptions and the writing overall.
The narrative will be different, even though the overall story itself will mostly stay the same. I'm keeping a lot of elements and also aim to introduce new ones that I believe will strengthen the story and make it a more enjoyable game overall.
I think those are the main differences I can give away right now without spoiling anything. I'll make sure to post updates when I've got more to share! Once the demo for the rewrite is finished, I'll post it on the forums and link it in an intro post on here.
Thank you all for sticking by me throughout the years. I hope you'll find some comfort in returning to this world, as well as new things to ponder and excite you in this new upcoming version of the story <3
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SSR Grim - Blazing Jewel Vignette
"We'll cheer the loudest"
[Sewing Room]
Grim: This is where they're making the outfits for that Blazing Jewel music performance thing, right?
Grim: Crowley said the staff had to go to a meeting, so he's asked us to get everyone's measurements…
Grim: But no one's here, even though it's time for them to show up. They're all late!
???: Urgh… Nnnn…
Grim: Hm? Did you just say something?
1. Nope, nothing. 2. Wasn't that you?
???: Hhhhhhnnnng…!
[Lilia drags Idia in]
Idia: I don't wanna! There's too many people! I wanna go back to my room!
Lilia: You've already come all the way here, steel yourself, already. C'mon everyone, into the room, let's go.
Rook: Why, hello there, Trickster. And you as well, Monsieur Furball. Did we keep you waiting?
Cater: I know they said for all the juniors to come at this time to get measured for the upcoming performance…
Trey: But no matter how long we waited, we couldn't get the full party together. We had to go out searching for the guys who didn't show up.
Malleus: I received no notification of any measurements that were to take place.
Vil: That's just because you didn't see the message sent to your phone.
Leona: Ugh, this is more than a pain… We're here already, so let's get it over with.
Lilia: No need to rush! I know I can't wait to see all our matching outfits. I've been excited ever since I saw the designs drawn out.
Cater: Riiiight~? I bet we'd be a huge hit just standing around ♪ I bet we'd even hit the trending posts on Magicam!
Rook: Aaah, yes… To see every one shine brightly like a jewel under the bright lights… Just imagining it is beauté!
[chatter, chatter]
Grim: Hrrnn…
Grim: Hrrnnnngggh…!
1. What's wrong? 2. Oh, that look means…
Leona: Hey, now. Don't tell me this furball's jealous of us now, right?
Grim: I'M SO JEALOUS, YEAH!!!
Trey: That was surprisingly honest of you. …But actually, we thought you'd say that.
Grim: Huh?
Malleus: Here is a gift from us to both Grim and [Yuu].
Grim: Eh? Huh…Huh!?
Grim: MY OUTFIT'S SO COOL!!
1. Awesome! 2. We're matching!
Grim: HEY, YOU GOT CHANGED TOO!! You're second coolest-looking, next to me.
Grim: Hm? Hey, this outfit looks exactly like what they're wearing during the Blazing Jewel thing.
Idia: Wh-When we heard about the performance, it came up… That Grim-shi'd probably be jealous… Heh.
Lilia: So, we ended up deciding to give you two the Blazing Jewel outfits as a gift.
Trey: Crewel-sensei had a hand in making these, so it's not like they're magic that'll fade after a while. Don't worry.
Vil: I'll tell you this; a performance isn't just wearing fancy outfits and standing on a stage. A costume does not make or break anything.
Vil: …Having said that, we did think you deserved an appropriate reward for everything. Plus, it would be troublesome if Grim were to throw a tantrum.
Cater: Both of you look way better than I imagined! So cute~!
Leona: Hah, let's see if their insides match the outsides. You better be just as bright and energetic as the clothes you're wearing.
Grim: Myahaha! I'm so happy to get these cool clothes!
Grim: Isn't this great?
1. Thank you so much! 2. I can't wait for the performance!
Malleus: Yes, of course. I am elated you are pleased with this, more than anything. It means it was worth our preparation.
Grim: …Now that I think of it, how'd you get the right sizes for us? I don't remember getting measured, but it fits perfectly.
Rook: Oh, yes! I provided them both of your measurements down to the first decimal. No need to fret.
Grim: H-How'd you know that!? That's creepy…!
Everyone: Hahahah.
Idia: …Eh? If that's all that was needed to be done, I didn't need to come here, right!?
[Sewing Room]
Grim: La-dee-dum~
1. You're in a good mood.
Grim: Myahaha! It's awesome that we get to wear these awesome clothes.
2. La-la-dee~
Grim: Myaha! Looks like you're just as happy to be wearing these awesome clothes.
Grim: I wanna show these off to everyone! I hope someone shows up soon.
Floyd: 'Scuuuuse me.
Riddle: Why are you kicking open a door that is not even unlocked!? You lack even the most common sensibilities!
Grim: Th-The sudden noises scared the stuffing outta me… Hey, you should just come in like a normal person!
Jade: It seems Floyd is causing trou… Oh? Why, the two of you look absolutely dazzling.
1. Thank you. 2. Don't be silly…
Ruggie: Are all those shining things real gemstones? What are they? From where? How many carats? Wait, do I get some too!?
Kalim: That's the Blazing Jewel outfit, right? It's pretty… But don't you think it'd be even flashier if we deck it out with even more gems!?
Silver: Kalim, we cannot do that.
Silver: If the clothes are weighed down, it would affect our dancing.
Jamil: That's not the main issue here… And now Kalim's looking like that was the perfect explanation…
Azul: These outfits are property of our esteemed academy. I would recommend returning it in the same condition you received it, without adding nor removing any decorations.
Floyd: Ahahah, both Shrimpy-chan and Seal-chan look like penguins in that getup. It's a nice change from usual.
Grim: Myaha, right? The juniors made 'em for us!
Kalim: We're gonna get our measurements now, and get to wear those same outfits during the performance, right? I'm super excited to be matching with everyone!
Ruggie: But, y'know… Grim-kun, can ya even take our measurements?
Jamil: Haha, true! Will you be able to measure our shoulder width with those little paws of yours?
Grim: Don't make fun with me! It'll be easy for me to do.
Grim: I just gotta made this measuring tape float with magic, just like Hornton and the others did earlier…
Grim: Myah!? I-It's not moving… Why's it not moving!?
Grim: But they were able to keep it moving so easily before!
Jade: Perhaps it has to do with a difference in ability. What a shame, Grim-kun. Oh, you poor thing.
Grim: Eeeeehhhh!
Riddle: Goodness… There's no need to tease him so. Grim, calm down and imagine the clothes you want to make.
Jamil: That's right. As long as you can picture what outfit you need to make, the measuring tape should move to where it needs to to get the measurements.
Azul: You have [Yuu]-san right in front of you to provide you with an example of the outfit, as well. Look at them, and try again.
Grim: Hrrrgh… That's still hard!
Ruggie: It's lookin' like it'll be quicker if [Yuu]-kun'd measure us by hand. Here, take the tape. Let's get this done with already.
Grim: What!? Then let's have a race to see who's faster, me with my magic, or my lil' hench-human with their hands!
Floyd: Mmkay, then I guess I'll play the guy who gets in both of your ways~ It ain't exciting otherwise, right?
1. This'll be rough… 2. Can I even win…?
Silver: I'll help you, [Yuu]. You've always helped me when I've needed it.
Riddle: Then, I shall help Grim with his magic. Now then, everyone line up!
Kalim: 'Kaaay. Come on, Azul, line up with us!
Azul: No, thank you, I will measure myself, so… Wah, don't push me!
[Jade pushes Azul]
Jade: Come now! We have no time to dally. Kalim-san, I hope you don't mind us squeezing in next to you.
Grim: Picture the outfit, picture the outfit… Okay, let's go! Myaaaah!
[Sewing Room]
Ace: Hey, hey, the measuring tape is a little too slack. There's nooo way you're getting the right measurements, are you?
Grim: Stop whining! If you got a problem with it, do it yourself!
Deuce: Ouch, who just threw that measuring tape!? Oh, no… Now I've forgotten the numbers I was going to write down…!
Ortho: What an unproductive fight. How do they not tire of it when they get nothing out of something so useless?
1. I'm already used to it. 2. It's definitely something to wonder about.
Jack: Well, anyway, I know I was surprised when we walked into the sewing room and saw [Yuu] and Grim in that sharp outfit.
Grim: Yeah! Doesn't this awesome get-up totally stun ya?
Epel: Yep. The design's pretty cool, and the jewels on it are so sparkly. You guys look rad!
Sebek: Could you have possibly expressed your thoughts any less elegantly? It is a dignified attire. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that it will suit my liege well!
Ace: There goes the Draconian again… Anyway, even if we get these outfits done, that's not all there is, right? How's everyone's performance practice going?
Epel: Hehe… I'm glad you asked. Obviously, Pomefiore is absolutely ready to go.
Deuce: Pomefiore might be a tough opponent, but we're no slackers ourselves. Our song's real awesome, especially with all our voices combined!
Sebek: Hah, I doubt it is anything worthwhile. You shall all kneel before our singing, led by Malleus-sama himself!
Ortho: Haha, you're so funny. I don't think you'll be able to keep saying that once you see me and my brother's full combo.
Jack: If we're talking teamwork, then we'd be the number one contender. We'll show you all with our perfectly in-sync dancing.
Grim: Everyone's all confident in themselves, but I really don't know if they're really ready…
Grim: We gotta supervise them good, [Yuu]!
1. We got this! 2. Let's do our best!
Ace: Ey, you guys look raring to go. Just try and keep that up for the actual Blazing Jewel performance, 'kay?
Epel: You'll be cheering on Pomefiore, right? I'm counting on you!
Sebek: Absolutely not. You should give your loudest cheers for Diasomnia. You understand, right, human!?
1. Which to pick…? 2. Hard to choose…
Grim: Yeah, you're right.
Grim: I can't figure out who to pick, so we'll cheer the loudest for whoever gives me the most tuna cans. Myaha!
Jack: Don't be trying to make a deal out of this. Be fair about it.
Ortho: Heheh. I'm really excited for the performance, yeah… But I also like preparing for it with everyone like this.
Deuce: Yeah. After working so hard and so long to get ready for the performance with everyone in the dorms, it feels like the big show'll be here any day now.
Grim: Whew, it's finally done. They were all sooo noisy.
1. That was fun.
Grim: You might've been havin' fun, but everyone kept buggin' me, so I'm pooped! Grim: If this ever happens again, I'm gonna use my magic even more to shut them all up.
2. I'm so tired…
Grim: I get it. It was all "measure this" and "measure that"… Grim: "This should be bigger", or "I want this smaller than everyone else." I'm so tired by all their little changes.
Grim: …Ah! We don't got time to hang around like this. We gotta go report to Crowley pronto.
Grim: We're so busy with all the stuff we gotta do before Blazing Jewel begins…
Grim: And even after the performance ends, there's still gonna be so much for us to do!
Grim: Let's keep doing our best, hench-human!
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husband!jason todd x gn! reader
content warning: mentions of sex, brief mention of injuries
word count: 1449
a/n: this was originally supposed to be for my hc of butch lesbian jason todd but yk what this can still apply anyway. this isn't proof read btw, i lowkey rushed this, my apologies if there are errors
husband!jason todd who struggles to find what kind of ring you'd like. of course, he did go around and ask for a couple of his girl pals for their opinion since they would be more critical
husband!jason todd who really had a hard time trying not to peek at the wedding dress you got. and when he did get to see you, he does his best to hold back from running down to meet you and kissing you right away. in his defense, you looked absolutely stunning
on the night before leaving to go to your honeymoon, jason insisted that you keep the veil you wore while he makes love to you. you're his wife now, and he is proud to be your husband.
husband!jason todd who had to be convinced a few months before your wedding ceremony to take a real vacation trip for your honeymoon. besides, it's not like his adoptive family wasn't some sort of crime-fighting vigilante family to take care of the business in gotham while you'd be gone for a week or two at most
husband!jason todd who loves to refer to you as his wife
"my wife told me about that place before"
"let me tell my wife first"
"i think my wife would like this style"
he also likes it when you refer to him as your husband of course!
husband!jason todd who wears his wedding ring with pride. he's not one to show off or brag, but he'll try to be subtly show the expensive band wrapped around his finger
husband!jason todd who likes when you make your presence physcially known around him. you'll hold his hand and keep it in his pocket to keep it extra warm since gotham's winter can be really cold. or you'll simply have your knee against his leg when you're sitting together. he feels a sense of safety and security when you make these small gestures
husband!jason todd loves reading out loud to you. he doesn't care if you're listening or not (although he does appreciate it when you do), he finds it relaxing. often times, he's sitting up and you have your head on his lap. most of the times, you fall asleep, but he'll continue to read to himself or help you get to bed
husband!jason todd who likes to be held in your arms. he feels like he can relax because your embrace puts his worries to rest. and in bed, he likes to bury his face against your chest or sometimes your stomach, taking in your scent and warmth
husband!jason todd who makes the excuse that he needs to shower with you in order to save water. in the end, his argument does not stand because you'd both end up fucking in the shower
husband!jason todd loves watching you get dressed, especially when you're taking your time if you're not in a rush. something about it feels intimate despite how mundane it is. in fact, he just likes to watch you get ready, whether it's washing your face or putting on makeup if you are into that. he probably knows your whole makeup routine as well
and speaking of mundane, jason relishes the moments that are calm and simple. his life has been on a tightrope. he grew up in crime alley, was a sidekick for a bit, died, came back to life, and still got caught up in the vigilante business. it's not that often where he gets to finally watch that tv show you've been talking his ears off about. or visit different bookstores in gotham with you
husband!jason todd who always calls you when patrol is slow. sometimes, he feels guilty if you're already asleep or if he keeps you up, but he can't help it. he just wants to listen to your voice and make sure you're okay
husband!jason todd whose routine after patrolling was to get straight back home and have you clean up his injuries. even before getting married, you insisted to take care of his wounds despite his protests
husband!jason todd melts in your hands whenever you idly trace one of his scars
husband!jason todd always asks you to taste the food he is cooking. he values your input because he is making these meals for you and wants it to be very delicious
before marriage when you didn't move in together yet, he kept a relatively healthy, protein packed, nutritious diet. but when you did move in, he gladly cooks the foods you like and would also alter the recipe so that it's still nutritious. he wouldn't force you to eat tuna from a can despite the amount of protein it packs
husband!jason todd who insists that you don't need to call a plumber or a mechanic. he'll get the job done and you also save money! he also just likes to give you the impression that he can be a reliable husband for you
husband!jason todd who gets you sick with baby fever when you're both helping a little kid find his parents since she got lost in the crowd. jason made sure the kid felt safe, cheering up in order to get her to stop crying, and helping her return to her parents
or the other times where you were babysitting your nieces and nephews. jason always said he wasn't that good with kids, but here he was, letting them climb all over him like a statue
husband!jason todd who is happy that you refuse to let him go to bed angry, or if he willingly chooses to sleep on the couch after an argument. sometimes, he has trouble verbally communicating how he really feels, especially in the heat of the moment, and would snap and storm off. you know he doesn't mean it when he lashes out at you, but you both give time to yourselves to calm down before having a proper conversation
husband!jason todd who finds himself falling in love with you all over again when you're not letting anyone talk you down. in gotham, it's almost inevitable that you'll run into a snobby person, perhaps a stingy server or some random karen that decides to bother you. he admires the way you are not afraid to talk back. of course, he'll still step in anyway
husband!jason todd who loves going out on morning runs or to the gym with you if he wasn't on patrol the night before. it's a great way to start the morning
and if you are at the gym lifting weights, he acts normal but secretly likes it whenever you ask him to spot you or to ask how to perform a new exercise for perfect form
other times, you'll only ask him so that you can watch the concentric and eccentric contraction of his muscles. he doesn't realize you only ask him to help you out until much later in the day and it makes him feel giddy
also! when you're both at the gym together, he likes to make fun of you whenever you get a little jealous of other people staring at him. who can blame them? he has a great physique. but he still reassures you that everything is okay
husband!jason todd who tries to be civil and social whenever your friends are over at your place. it's not that he doesn't like him, and he trusts that you surround yourself with good people, but he is just kind of awkward around them in general
husband!jason todd who teaches you how to fire a gun, along with useful combat skills. again, gotham is pretty unpredictable, and he would rather make sure you have a better chance at being safe than risk having you go missing or hurt
husband!jason todd who has your initials carved into his gun
husband!jason todd who gets annoyed whenever dick or another batfam member is on patrol with him and teases him about his relationship with you, only for him to get deep in thought and say something utterly sweet and sincere
husband!jason todd who always kisses you before he leaves to go out on patrol
husband!jason todd who sometimes comes back from patrol with pastries or drinks from a coffee shop that opened early in the morning
husband!jason todd who stays in bed with you whenever you're really sick or have painful period cramps. he'll get anything you need. some raspberry leaf tea to ease the cramps? jason will cook you whatever you're craving or he'll have it delivered to their door. he'll make sure you don't forget to take your medicine and keeps you busy so that you don't feel bored staying in bed all day
husband!jason todd who loves you very much !
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could you do drew reacting to singer!reader preforming bed chem at the brit’s
can't keep his eyes off you ⎯ DREW STARKEY!
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summary drew watching you perform bed chem on stage and not being able to contain himself because you take his breath away.
warning(s) suggestive themes, mentions of sensuality, slight tension.
You were asked to perform at the Brit Awards. Also nominated for an award. Performing two popular songs from your recent album: Expresso and Bed Chem.
Drew sat in the audience, surrounded by others. Drew previously expressed his optimism in you for reaching this point in your career. Tagging along to huge events like this is one of your favorite things to do together.
You just finished singing expresso⎯quickly running backstage rushing for an outfit switch to sing bed chem. Wearing this sparkly red gorgeous lingerie along with red heals. You felt so confident tonight performing this song for the first time at an music award show.
Knowing Drew is watching in the audience waiting for what you have in store. He's heard the song plenty of times. Inside, you felt nervous⎯a good type of nervous. Drew loves to watch you perform.
He wasn't expecting to watch this performance.
Before you left to get dressed to perform, you told him, "you will be surprised for the second performance," with a sneaky smirk that signals he's gonna be stunned.
He's seen you perform many times before, but tonight is different. He is captivated by your bold performance and command of the stage. He notices the gasps and whispers from the crowd, aware of the act's provocative nature, but his attention is totally on you.
The setting changes to a sensuous, intimate tone. You move onto the large bed, your movements synced with the rhythm, emanating sensuality and artistry.
The entire performance, you took his breath away. Not being able to control himself on the inside. The sound of your voice sounded like a siren calling for him to come forth. You look breath taking on stage.
He swallows hard as you trace your fingertips along the blankets of the large bed, your voice sensual and tempting. Heat builds in his chest as he moves in his seat, equally intrigued and entranced.
By the time you were finished performing, Drew was able to walk backstage. For some reason he felt nervous to see you. He's never felt this nervous and the last time he felt like this, it's when you met.
"Oh! Hi there handsome!" Your face lights up looking at Drew through the mirror before turning around walking to him with a smile.
"You did such a great fucking job on stage," he responds lowly, "and looked so good doing what you do" he speaks in a teasingly tone that always sends you chills straight down your spine.
"Thank you, I love you" wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him into a deep passionate kiss on the lips.
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Thinking about a medieval Zayne AU where he's the court physician, you're a knight with a crush, and he is hopelessly in love with the princess. This got wayyyyyy ahead of me
You love him so much. During training, every bruise, every scratch, every scrape means getting to see him. No one has ever seen you come back up from the ground without a smile. Zayne's seen you crawl into his office with anything from a busted lip to broken ribs. You never tire of that quirk in his brow, the slight shake of his head, as he gestures you over to a bed for examination.
More than once, the princess has rushed in, wild and carefree as always, gushing to him about something or other. You stop listening too quickly. But you watch his face. The way his lips quirk into a slight smile. How his eyes light up looking at her. You feel your heart fall each time. It aches with a pain far worse than any injury you could ever have.
He's surprised the first time you visit without any injuries. Instead, you offer him a smile and a basket of pears from your family's orchard. It's awkward; not much to talk about when you're not hurt. But it get's better. Each time, you visit with sweet fruits or tarts from the kitchens, or medicinal plants for him to use. He learns more about yourself, how you became a knight in your family's name, following generations of knights past. You learn about his interest in animals and about the jasmine plant he tends to.
The princess takes a walk with him into your family's orchard. You hide behind a tree as they pass by, covering your mouth to stifle the sound of your heart breaking even more.
War breaks out. You're the best damn knight they've got, so the King assigns you to protect the princess at all costs. When you're stuck to her every hour of the day, you begin to understand why he loves her. She's perfect. Even as the world grows dark, she has a childlike enthusiasm that shines past the gloom.
They lay siege on the castle. Zayne defends his own, and you defend the princess. At all costs.
Enemy knights lay in a pile in the hall. There is a threshold they do not cross, a semicircle just in front of the princess's door. She isn't even in there anymore. She was evacuated down into a secret passage out of the castle. By now, she's safely away, riding off to a safe house.
Your armor is covered in blood - mostly theirs, some of it yours. Your helmet, tossed away. You lay on the ground within that barren circle, sword in hand as you take slow, shaky breaths. She's safe. You did your duty. And as you lay dying, the only thing on your mind is Zayne's eyes.
Footsteps down the hall ring in your ears, but you can't move. Can't stand to fight anymore. Thankfully, you don't have to. Instead, a doctor falls on his knees beside you, already assessing what he can do to save you. And when he meets your eyes, Zayne knows it's already too late. He knows you know you're going to die here.
No words are exchanged as he gently pries your sword from your hand and removes your gauntlets. You watch as he unties your chest piece and sets it aside. He's given the perfect view of all your wounds, chainmail given out from all the attacks laid on you.
"She's.... safe...." you wheeze out.
He shakes his head slightly, bitter that even now you dismiss your wounds, even as there's nothing to do for them. "I know. And you saved her."
You smile ruefully. Blood tints your lips. "I didn't... do.... much...."
"And yet a hundred enemies lay here," he retorts, gesturing down the hall. "They're retreating as we speak. They suffered too many losses."
Your eyes flutter. You swallow, fighting the darkness trying to claim you. "And... she'll... get to see... your smile... again..."
He frowns. His hand is cool as he cradles the back of your head and cups your cheek. You blink your eyes open and smile at him.
"That smile..." A painful wheeze squeezes out of your chest like a bellows. "Can I...... just..... once....?"
"You want to see my smile?" he asks, voice quiet, almost awed. Surprised that that is your final request. Not to have your sword lain over your chest, for him to tell your family of your sacrifice, but to see him smile.
A tear leaks from the corner of your eye. It soaks into the skin of his hand. "Please......"
He brushes it away. His lungs constrict around his own sorrow. A friend, dying in his arms. He swallows thickly as he nods. "I'll do my best."
You watch, vision spotting at the edges, as your sweet physician takes a breath and closes his eyes. A second, and then a shaky, solemn smile pulls at his lips. He opens his eyes again, seeking your approval, his brow furrowed. His smile falters when yours grows.
Your hand lifts from the ground, weak and limp at the wrist, probably broken. He watches it cross the distance to hold his hand. Your fingers tremble with the effort to curl between his; they're too weak to manage it. He twines his fingers with yours instead.
"I.... love................." Your lips form around the final word, but your strength gives out before you can get it out.
"You."
Him.
You loved him.
The light fades from your eyes. The muscles of your face relax. Your hand wishes to slip from his.
His breaths get choppy. His eyes burn. It builds slowly in his chest, until he can't hold it back anymore. Sobs, quiet and distraught, paired with a flood of tears. He tries to muffle each sound, but your body here, cold in his arms, it's too much. He's so gentle as he moves your body, as he lifts you into his lap and cradles your head against his neck, as though you could still feel the pain of your injuries.
He tells your family of your sacrifice. He lays your sword over your chest during your funeral, looking once more upon your peaceful face. In his records, he documents your existence, with hopes you will live on in the annals of history forever, his dearest friend, the love he saw too late.
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˚₊ʚ if you were food, this is what you’d be ɞ₊˚
⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 ⸝⸝
idk why i feel like saying this rn but I LOVE YOU PEOPLE THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING. also i bought carrot cake today. please take this as a little gift to make your day better, mwah!! <3 :3 c: also it's written in their pov!! and sorry my imagination can be poor sometimes



STANLEY
baby, the first thing that comes to my mind is fried mozzarella. hot, soft inside, crispy outside, insanely delicious, and if you don’t eat it in time, the cheese stretches and gets all over everything. that’s exactly what you are, ‘cause it’s never boring with you, but the moment i blink, you’ve already done something crazy!! god, I love that about you, you have no idea!
and, holy moses, you are sunday morning pancakes, dripping with syrup that spills over the edges in slow golden rivers. a little messy, a little too much, but in the best way, sweetheart. something you can’t rush through because it's worth savouring, bite by bite. you’re sweetness and comfort that makes people stay a little longer at the table ;)
i swear ur like a stolen bite of dessert before dinner, like licking sugar off your lips when you think no one’s watching
and you know what else you are to me? you’re like fried potatoes, yeah, yeah. golden crispy crust, a thin layer of salt, that warm, buttery smell, oh goddd. you’re that very first bite that burns my tongue, but i still don’t wait, because how could i wait when it’s THAT good?!
and ohhh, sugar, you ever had a perfectly toasted marshmallow? golden brown, crisp on the outside, but you bite in and it’s all soft, gooey warmth that sticks to your fingertips and your lips. yep, that’s you !!
STANFORD
ah, must I name foods? just that drinks feel more appropriate, but fine. fine. one food then, okay?
fried potatoes. what? Stanley already said this? why? that was my thought! ugh. fine. then. . .
you, my love, you're like an espresso brewed so perfectly it almost doesn’t need sugar, the crema golden and thick, just the way i drank it at night, working in the lab and falling asleep over blueprints. a small cup maybe, but inside a whole universe. bitter, scalding, cutting through to the bone, but that’s the point. that’s its strength. just like you.
and then, unexpectedly, you are mulled wine. not too sweet, with orange zest and cinnamon, with cloves that open up in the warmth. this drink is more than just a taste for me. it warms. it brings people together. i always associated it with long conversations and the scent of books. that’s exactly the feeling you leave behind. that feels like sinking into a warm library chair with a book i’ve read a hundred times but still want to read again. the thing i never realized i needed, until i had it once and knew i could never go back
FIDDLEFORD
you, my darlin', are fresh peaches in the summertime, sun-warmed and dripping with juice that runs down your fingers when you take a bite, sticky-sweet and impossible to resist. that's cuz you're so sunny, with a light taste of summer, so cozy that i can't stop holding you <3
you’re like freshly baked cinnamon rolls, warm, soft, fragrant. gentle rolls that just melt in your mouth, leaving a light aftertaste of vanilla and butter. thats because there’s smth about you that makes the day better, even if it started off rough, trust me on that, sugar!
but ohh you’re also homemade vanilla ice cream, churned slow on a summer evenin’, cold and creamy. that's cuz you're always coolin’ me down when my thoughts start runnin’ too hot :)
but you are also honey-drizzled cornbread, warm from the oven, crumbling at the edges, the sweetness deep and mellow. you remind me of home, of things made with care. meant to be shared but never taken for granted
can i say more though?? thanks sugar!! then lemme think. . . ah, you are homemade vanilla custard, yes!! smooth and rich, thick enough to cling to the spoon, to coat my tongue in warmth. the sweetness that doesn’t rush to reveal itself all at once. the scent of vanilla beans steeping in warm cream and the first bite is somehow never enough. ain’t no rush with you, love <3
BILL
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH BABY, MY UNBELIEVABLY SWEET THING, YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE HOW MANY FLAVORS EXPLODE IN MY HEAD WHEN I LOOK AT YOU!!!!!
first of all, you are, of course, a honey comet!!!! what is that??? I HAVE NO IDEA!!!! JUST IMAGINE, THE SKY ON FIRE, STICKY SWEETNESS, BLAZING CARAMEL MELTING INTO ASH, DRIPPING INTO THE DEPTHS OF SPACE!!! THAT’S YOU!!! I SEE YOU AND I TASTE A COSMIC SWEET APOCALYPSE!!!
AND AND AND A CARAMEL SUN, BURNED OUT TO A BLACK CORE!!! SWEET, HOT, STICKY, DEFYING ALL LAWS OF PHYSICS, JUST LIKE YOU, MY MIRACLE OF IMPOSSIBILITY!!!
I’D DEVOUR YOU, BUT WHY, WHEN I CAN JUST WATCH YOU CONSUME YOURSELF?! IT'LL BE MUCH TASTIER THIS WAY!!!!
what??? stop making things up and fooling around? you're asking me to name your boring human food? oh then. . . hmm, sweetie, you know what? this has to be something that blows your mind. smth fiery so let me think. . . you, my starlight, are like chili pepper shrimp, because IT’S FREAKING GENIUS AND YOU LOVE THE PAIN!!!! HAA
oh wait, i remember!! baby, YOU’RE CARAMELIZED APPLES! crunchy sweetness, shiny, tempting, but if you bite too hard? say goodbye to your lovely cute teeth! perfect combo, isn’t it? the sharpness of cinnamon, the thick, sticky caramel, the tartness of fresh apple. and what if your teeth really fall out? well id be more than happy to keep them, my little star!
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Hii! Idk if requests are open and it's okay if there not 🥰
but when I read this: "Also, Ari strikes me as a man who would enjoy road head or pull over to go down on you if he's horny or bored or just because. I don't have a reason for that, but it's true. The end."
It's making me feel like we need a full smutty fic of them going on vacation somewhere snowing and this happens because he's bored + horny 👀✋🏼
*ngl, I like the gif. idgaf. Warnings for smut (oral, m & f receiving), obviously. Based on this Who Would. WC 1280
You both absolutely suck at planning trips or time to yourselves--other than spending the night in after work--so, of course, you two over extend before your first legitimate weekend getaway.
Nobody packed!
It took until the wee hours to gather the things you'd need and prepare the home to be left unattended. There was no time for fooling around.
Ari passed out on the couch because clothes were all over the bed for you to visualize 'outfits,' and so he may not strictly be sleepy, just tired and antsy. His free foot won't stop bouncing on the cushioned floor mat.
He isn't subtle in his thoughts.
"How big of a bed did we get?" "Do you think the walls are thick or...?" "How busy is it this time of year? Could we have the hot tub to ourselves?" "Exactly how many layers will you need outside? Is that a lengthy process to take off?"
The traffic thins as you leave the city, but then an accident brings everyone to a dead stop. Even the sky is blocked by the towering trucks on all sides which...can't possibly be why Ari is so irate.
"Come on," he gripes, smacking the butt of his hand on the steering wheel. "Let's just get there."
You have to laugh at such a tiny tantrum from a very big man. It'll be at least an hour and a half (at speed).
"I swear, honey, I thought we'd be..." he mumbles something, scraping through his beard before holding your hand "...by now."
"What was that?" Though you know where this is going, it's worth it to make Ari say it. "What were we supposed to be doing?"
You rub your thumb along his knuckles pointedly.
"Well," he starts, voice low and rich, "I would definitely be buried inside you the very second we were behind closed doors, that's for sure." He adjusts himself in the seat, pawing at his jeans where they grow uncomfortably snug. "If you could only fit in my lap..."
He trails off again, sighing at the mere idea.
click THUD.
You drop his hand to open and shut your side of the cab, a wicked smile curling on your lips.
"One mississippi."
He doesn't take your meaning right away.
"These qualify as 'closed doors' and we are behind them," you simmer. "I can think of at least one way to be buried inside me right here if you're...interested."
Ari freely stares at you and rakes his eyes up and down your body, squinting like the specifics of the offer elude him, but he is all over it anyway.
"Fuck, yes," he growls. "Please." His head swivels around to check all the mirrors before quickly unzipping his pants and pulling his semi-hard cock out.
You tap the gearshift to remind him of his lead foot. Ari gets twitchy when this horny, and there was that one incident.
He throws that sucker into park so fast the metal and plastic actually whine.
Tucking your legs under you, you shimmy to a good angle before replacing his hand with yours, leaning towards his lips only to drop when he moves in, licking the length of him several times, lubing him up to take in your mouth.
Ari's head drops, satisfied though you've barely begun. He's wound tight from all the rushed preparations and can't help but melt into your ministrations. He tugs at his jeans to give you more and more access. The man does appreciate thorough attention.
If there's one thing you can count on, it's that he'll be putty in your hands the sloppier you are, so slowly building up that slick saliva until it drips beneath your fingers at his base blows his mind, every time, without fail.
"Holy shit," he moans, letting one hand rest on the back of your head and the other spread out over your clothed ass. Oh so gently, both knead without pattern or control while his eyes stay slits to watch the road.
They don't really see the road, and he glances down to ration his fill of the naughty scene.
Ari, again, is not subtle in his thoughts.
"You're so hot. Gorgeous. So fucking sexy--right there--uhhnn yeah, sounds like you're enjoying this as much as I am. You wet?" He shoves his hand into your pants to check. "Oh fuck, you are. Careful. You keep doing that--" he doesn't need a lot of fanfare, just focus on the cockhead and coax him with steady strokes "--and I'm gonna blow, sweetheart."
His voice grows hoarse in all his panting.
"Holy shit, are you--so, so close--you swallowing? You're perfect. You're so fucking hot."
Ari's careful not to grip at your head when he comes, leaky and thick, with a roar of relief, but that doesn't stop his finger inside you from plunging deeper and holding you there.
You know exactly the combination to this lock; he knows the combination to your body as well.
He teases you while he comes down, too, absently spreading your arousal back and forth from your clit to your crack. Then Ari chuckles, giddy, a bit light headed, letting his thighs stop their shaking before releasing you.
"Okay...so...are we there yet?"
Only one of the surrounding trucks has begun to roll forward a few car lengths.
Ari hurries to right his jeans and shift into drive, turn signal ticking as soon as possible.
Though it takes a slow and sexually excruciating mile to find a turn off for a 'scenic outlook,' he keeps you on the edge with dirty promises. The parking lot--if one can call a single row of spots barely separated from the highway by a grassy strip a 'lot'--is empty because it's chilly with dense fog, and Ari backs into the very farthest place, ordering you to climb into the truck bed.
It's polite with an edge of desperation, but the phrase "your juicy ass" is used.
Heedless of the cold, he rips his jacket off toned, flexed arms, laying it down for you so that you're not naked against freezing metal. You'd be self-conscious if the entire area weren't obscured by weather and the general incline of the hilly road.
Ari's words have devolved into a series of grunts, groans and moans as he manhandles you into a good position. The way he wraps his arms around your spread legs keeps away almost all of the chill, thankfully, but the fervor with which he dives into your heat is really where the warmth comes from. His tongue and breath are pleasant before escalating to pleasurable. HIs beard roughs up your tender skin in all the right places before the sting is eased by his plush lips.
In no uncertain terms, he absolutely sucks the life out of you, kneading your leg slung over his shoulder and curling his touch into the right spot when you finally chase climax and hump his face. Ari loves Needy-you, Controlling-you, Happy-you, and there's no better way for him to see it than down the length of your body, staring with bright, sparkling, hungry eyes.
He keeps you warm beneath him until you're fit to move, helping to yank your pants back up inch by inch.
Jumping out to offer you a hand down, Ari gets the giggles again, pressing a kiss to your smiling lips. He lingers long enough that you have to slap at his chest.
"We'll never get there if you don't stop," you laugh.
"New rule," he huffs, shrugging his coat back on and running his fingers through his tangled hair, "no roadtrips anywhere over an hour away."
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FERVENT PRAYER
two time x gn!reader
WARNINGS: suggestive content (you and two time get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂), mentions of blood & biting word count: 1146 summary: you're assigned to participate in a round with two time! while you think the objective is straight forward, they seemingly have other ideas...
authors note: this nonbinary cultist has genuinely invaded my brain and i can't tell if i want them or if i want to be them. ANYHOO please heed the warnings! while this isn't explicit, it is suggestive. read at your own discretion 🖤
You should have expected this with their behavior prior to the round starting. Two Time was more clingy, touchy. Their insistence on standing oh so close to you, the way they seemed to tower over your frame, the hand that rested on your shoulder—slowly and deliberately tracing up to your neck just before 007n7 approached the two of you and asked if you were ready—having to rush out a hurried stuttered “yes” as the cultist beside you pulled away. You should have known they’d be up to no good the moment your group stepped into the supposed “Horror Hotel.”
The task was simple: repair generators and most important of all, survive. But your partner had..other ideas. As the two of you were away from your group—which consisted of 007n7, Elliot, Guest 1337, and a few others, Two Time grabbed your arm and pulled you into one of the many rooms the building hosted. Bright pinks, blues, and checkered patterns filled your vision before your back met the wall of what was seemingly a closet with a thud. Their hands locked around your wrists, effectively pinning you to the wall. You were trapped.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. The sudden movement has you pulling against the cultist’s grip as you feel them nuzzle into your neck, taking in your scent. Their breath against your skin made you feel flushed—shifting your gaze away from them and onto the doorway. It was wide open.
“H-Hey..”
You managed to weakly call out. So many thoughts and ideas raced through your poor frazzled head. You wanted to protest, to tell Two Time that the others needed help, that you couldn’t even recall what killer roamed the halls and how right now wasn’t the time for this—but those thoughts died the moment you felt them leaving tender kisses along your neck.
“T-Two Time..!” The whine that left your lips was music to their ears, like a hymn sung by an angel itself. Their angel.
They giggled against your skin before continuing their work. Kisses trailed from your collarbone, to your neck, to just below your jaw—all the while you squirmed beneath them. Their movements were deliberate and teasing, grip tightening ever so slightly when a noise would escape you. Two Time loved to see you like this, a flushed writhing mess from their actions alone. The satisfaction never felt sweeter.
Momentarily pausing their assault, they leaned back to observe you. The way your chest rose and fell, the way your lips were slightly parted, and that flushed look on your face? Oh, it made the cultist’s heart pound with excitement. Two Time leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss against your lips before grinning down at you.
“My poor, poor angel. Please, allow me…”
They resumed, lips meeting your neck once more without giving you a moment to respond. Their advances, still gentle, had a hint of roughness and need. Your brain felt as if it was short circuiting, thoughts melting away. However the worst of it came when you felt their fangs break skin. The way your body reacted, back arching, was something that would be engraved into your brain for a lifetime. You whimpered, head unknowingly tilting to give the cultist better access—which they seemed to appreciate as you felt them smile against your neck.
Your skin was littered with splotches of red and purple, Two Time wasting no time to completely and utterly mark you. Kiss after kiss, bite after bite, your occasional sounds spurring them on. Each bite they left would immediately follow with a kiss on the same spot, seemingly “kissing the pain away.” But that so-called relief would only last for a moment before they’d plant another bite. And another. You soon lost count of how many they had given you…
Slowly their hands released your wrists, your own immediately flying to your partner’s shoulders for stability. Tantalizingly slow, their ice-cold hands trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps as they went. They rested at your hips before sliding underneath your shirt, causing a mix of a squeak and a whine. Despite your daze, one of your hands moved to now capture their wrist.
“Haah… T-Two, wait..”
Black eyes move to meet yours as they pull back from your neck, and you swear you almost submit to them right then and there. You knew better to think they were innocent, especially considering their current actions—but their wide eyes almost made you consider otherwise.
“W-We can’t…” Two Time’s head tilted to the side innocently, gloved hands still resting against your bare waist. They seemed to study your face, eyes unblinking, before releasing a low chuckle. You felt their hands move up ever-so-slightly.
“Tell me, are you scared?”
The cultist whispered, breath hot on your ear. A shiver runs down your spine—your rational thinking was beginning to crumble.
“Worry not, my dear angel. The Spawn guides me. There is no need to fret.”
A moment goes by as they stare at you. They seek your approval. Two Time can see how the gears in your head turn, trying to come to a conclusion. While they may have the almighty Spawn by their side, they would never do something to hurt you. They worshipped you and the ground you walked on as if it was sacred. So they wait, thumb idly brushing against your skin.
Soon eye contact is broken—resting your forehead against their bare shoulder with a shaky sigh. There is movement, one of their hands coming up to gently stroke your head. The willpower you once had shatters in an instant. You open your mouth to speak when suddenly-
“I’ve been looking all over for you two!! Guest is currently holding off the killer, but we need to..move…”
The response you had for Two Time dies on your tongue as Elliot comes barreling into the room, clearly out of breath. His frantic and worried attitude slowly comes to a halt as he locks his gaze on the both of you. He doesn’t say anything, simply stares. There are things he notices—such as hand placement, the way your neck and face are stained with red, how the cultist has their leg seemingly between-
You, albeit a bit harsh, push your partner away and dust yourself off. The employee is greeted by your flustered and embarrassed rambles—with you desperate to not acknowledge what he had walked in on. He luckily complies, seeing as he begins to explain the situation he had come from prior. Two Time watches wordlessly, their smile growing as you stutter over your words. It’s not brought up again for the rest of the round, nor does anyone question the marks on your neck or your flustered demeanor. But the way Two Time looms behind you as your group begins to evacuate from the hotel tells you that you’re far from finished.
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・。Love Through Food🥘
You've ordered: a spiced cardamom tart! enjoy!

"Just the thought of not being alone gets me through"
Jamil Viper x reader | word count: 748 words
Summary: after hearing that you're not eating enough for Iftar, Jamil takes matters into his own hands 🥘 (short little drabble that i spent way too much time on-)
Warnings: reader is yuu, other than that, none!
Note: finally finished this! writer's block sucks 🫠 inspired by this post i made, encouraged to write this by @multifandom-milktea-simp 's comment on said post. can't believe there's only 10 days left T-T Ramadan Mubarak!! 🌙
Ramadan was a hell of a lot harder this year. Or at least that's what your friends thought. Not only did you have to not eat for practically the entire day, you were constantly stressed with whatever absolute bullshit Crowley made you deal with. They just didn't know how you did it.
"So, you really don't eat all day?!" Grim exclaimed, currently chowing down on a can of tuna you got him.
"Nope. I mean, I've been doing this since I was what? Ten years old?" You replied, using the extra time to do some homework.
"Jeez, I could never." the cat like creature mumbled, licking his paws.
"It doesn't seem all that complicated, Grim." You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. And there he stood.
Jamil Viper, vice housewarden of the Scarabia dorm...and your boyfriend.
"How's the fasting going? Are you eating well when you break your fast?"
For your Iftars, you would usually just have Ace and Deuce take extra portions of food during lunch and keep them for you until sunset. You'd take the food to Ramshackle and try to turn the leftovers into something filling.
"Mhm. I usually find something to eat. Sometimes, I cook for myself and Grim in Ramshackle." you said, not wanting to worry him.
"Really? Good, good...You know..." Jamil began, glancing up at you. "I could always cook Iftar for you. It not a big deal."
"No, it's fine. Really. You already have so much on your plate..." you muttered, Jamil frowning a bit.
You didn't want to bother asking him to cook for you since he already had to do so for Kalim. But when he overheard from the Heartslabyul duo that you were basically eating whatever meatless food items they brought, it just didn't sit right with him.
"Are you sure? I can always-"
You placed a hand on top of Jamil's, gently patting his hand while giving him a reassuring smile as you stood up.
"I'm positive. My class is about to start. I'll see you later. Come on, Grim."
And with that, he watched as you left the cafeteria, a nagging feeling gnawing at him.
Even though you told him you were eating okay, he couldn't help but worry, causing him to take matters into his own hands.
The smell of various herbs and spices filled you and Grim's senses as you two made your way into Ramshackle that night. You didn't remember ever cooking anything. Maybe the ghosts made it.
As you stepped into the living area, your jaws dropped. On the table was a lavish spread of mouthwatering foods: roasted and spiced meats, sautéed vegetables, rice and beans, a pot full of curry, and various sweets. And of course pitchers of freshly squeezed juices.
And who stood at the head of the table with a smile on his lips? The one and only: Jamil Viper.
"Jamil, you..." You were so awestruck by the display, feeling your heart swell with affection. "When did you do all of this?"
"Who cares? Let's eat!" Grim exclaimed, rushing over to the table, only to be stopped by one of the Ramshackle ghosts.
You turned your attention back to Jamil, who reached out and cupped your face in his hands.
"You've been working so hard and fasting everyday at that. You only deserve the best for your Iftar, no more cafeteria food." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you, Jamil. Really, thank you so much. I...I don't know how to repay you..." you muttered, placing your hands on top of his.
"There's no need. Seeing the look on your face as you enjoy my food is enough for me. Now come, let's eat." Jamil hummed, pulling away and pulling out a chair for you.
"About time!" Grim yelped, scampering into his seat and beginning to stuff himself silly.
"Grim! Slow down, you'll choke!" you chuckled, the cat like creature not minding your words as he grabbed another lamb skewer.
As you began to eat, your eyes widened, taste buds bombarded with various spices and herbs and sauces. It all left you speechless, your reaction being a thumbs up and a frantic nodding of your head.
Jamil was over the moon that you liked his food. Seeing you eat well after studying and fasting all day set his mind at ease, his hands moving to hold your empty one.
This was by far the best Iftar (and the best Ramadan) you'd ever had. 🥘
© m00nkissedlover, 2025
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Love At First Sight – John Glenn (Hidden Figures)
I nervously wiped my hands on the skirt of my dress. I looked around, eagerly waiting for the soon-to-be astronauts' arrival.
"There's here!" Mary gasped. We turned to see a line of cars driving our way. We all watched as they stopped and the men got out. I tried to listen as Dorothy went through and named each astronaut, but the youngest one caught my eye.
"Who's that?" I stuttered under my breath.
"That's John Glenn," Dorothy explained. "He's the only Marine Corps pilot."
"He's. . ." I cleared my throat and looked away when the girls laughed knowingly.
"He's pretty attractive, huh, Y/N?" Mary smirked.
"I mean. . . He's. . ."
"And he's just you're age," Dorothy said in a sing-songy voice.
"Okay," I said, playfully pushing them. "Knock it off."
"I think you have a good chance," Katherine shrugged. "You're a great girl, Y/N. He'd be lucky to have you."
"Thanks," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and feeling how hot my face was.
"He's coming this way," Mary giggled under her breath.
"Ladies," he greeted us, "I didn't wanna run off without saying hello. They seem to be in a big rush around here."
"Well, the Russians certainly aren't slowing down any," Dorothy joked as she shook his hand.
"You know, they can't build a damn refrigerator. How the heck did they beat us into space?"
I couldn't help but laugh at the Colonel's joke. We all did. My breath got caught in my throat when he looked right at me. For a brief moment, it felt like everything around us froze. Fearing that my face was bright pink, I broke our intense staring contest.
"And what do you ladies do for NASA?" He asked. When I looked back at him, I realized he was staring at me when he asked that.
"Calculate your trajectories," I said, shaking his outreached hand. "Launch and landing."
"You can't get anywhere without the numbers," he chuckled.
"No, sir," I smiled. We stared at each other for a second too long before he turned toward Mary.
"Mary Jackson, Mr. Glenn," she introduced herself and shook her hand. "Engineering. And I'm proud as the devil to be working with you."
"Thank you, Mary," he said sweetly. Suddenly, his eyes glanced at me. My heart felt like it flipped in my chest when I saw him smile at me.
"John," Mr. Harrison said as he jogged over. "Come on. Let's take it inside."
"Yes, sir," John nodded.
Before following Mr. Harrison inside, he sent me one more smile that made my heart jump into my throat and stay there the rest of the day.
* * * * *
I ended up staying late that day. I was going over some of the most recent calculations and wanted to make sure that I hadn't missed anything.
"Well, shucks," a voice chuckled. "I thought I'd be the last one here."
I turned around to see John walking through the office. "Pretty big assumption," I smirked. "I'm always the last one here."
"Trying to prove yourself?" He teased. I looked away and cleared my throat. "Y/N. . . I'm sorry. I didn't mean. . ."
"It's okay," I brushed off. "You're right. I'm the only woman in the big room. I constantly have to prove myself."
John gently grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. He didn't let go of my face as he said, "And I'm sure you have. Time and time again."
He slowly let go of my chin and awkwardly cleared his throat. I watched him as he looked around the office.
"So, what got you started in all of this?"
"You're just going to laugh," I said, leaning against the edge of my desk.
"Try me," he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"My dad was a high school math teacher before he retired a few years ago," I explained. "He always talked about numbers and formulas. I know this sounds crazy, but he made it sound magical. I went to school and got a degree in mathematics with a focus on how it relates to physical sciences."
"That barely made sense to me," he chuckled.
"Well, it made sense to me," I smiled. "I ended up getting recruited by NASA. I walked in on my first day and realized that I was the only woman mathematician. It took weeks for them to listen to me. They kept assuming that I was nothing more than their receptionist or secretary. Now, there are women who have an even bigger battle to overcome than me. I mean, Dorothy? She's been acting supervisor of her section for a long time. She has all the responsibilities but not the title or the pay. The reason? Her race. It's ridiculous. And then there's Mary. She was talked into applying for one of the senior positions in NASA's engineering department. However, she found out that she didn't have some of the qualifications for the promotion because her high school didn't offer certain extension courses that she needed for the promotion. Katherine and I. . ."
I stopped talking when I looked up and saw him smiling at me. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said gently. "It's just. . . It's sweet how you talk about the women you work with. I always thought things were getting better."
"They are," I shrugged. "Slowly."
We stared at each other for a second and I felt like he was studying me. "What about you?" I asked, shifting the conversation to him. "What made you want to become an astronaut?"
"To be honest," he smiled, "I started out as a pilot with the Marines. They came around and recruited people with my experience. I didn't hesitate to sign up. It just felt right."
We spent the next hour, talking about ourselves and getting to know each other better. The more we talked, the harder I fell head over heels for him. Suddenly, John's whole demeanor changed when he looked at his watch.
"I hate to do this to you, Y/N," he sighed, "but I should get going. We have training early in the morning."
"That's okay," I said, standing up and straightening out my skirt. "I understand. I should be getting home too."
I started to walk away, but he quickly grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "I need to be honest with you, Y/N," he said, slightly lowering his voice. "I'd really like to ask you out."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," he smiled. My heart beat against my chest when he repositioned his hand so it wasn't on my wrist but was wrapped around my hand. He intertwined our fingers before continuing, "But, the thing is, I'm leaving in a few weeks to go on a big important work trip."
"I can wait," I shrugged playfully. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as we teased each other.
"Are you sure?" He said with a little bit of worry in his eyes. "I won't get good reception where I'm going."
"That's okay," I said. "I can wait."
"Really?"
"Really," I nodded. "Besides, it's not easy to find a guy like you. You're worth the wait."
"You sure about that?" He joked.
"I am."
"That's reassuring," he smirked. "Because you're definitely worth the wait."
* * * * *
It's been two weeks since John Glenn successfully landed in the ocean off the coast of the Bahamas. I remember sitting in NASA with my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes as we waited to hear if John had landed safely. Ever since we met, I haven't been able to get him out of my head.
It didn't help that every time I walked into work, his picture was everywhere.
After another day of slowly wrapping things up at NASA and finalizing the paperwork from John's flight, I left work. I wasn't really paying attention when I walked out of the building. Suddenly, I looked up and saw him waiting for me.
"John?" I gasped.
"There's my favorite numbers girl."
"You're here," I stuttered. "I can't believe you're. . . Why are you. . ."
"I was hoping I'd randomly run into you here," he teased.
With tears in my eyes, I started walking toward him. He started walking toward me, both of us starting to walk a little faster with each step. Soon, we were right in front of each other, inches apart.
I tried to think of something cute and flirty to say but all I could do was focus on John being in front of me. Turns out, I didn't need to say anything. He gently grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. As I started to kiss him back, I grabbed his shirt and brought him closer to me. When neither one of us could breathe, we broke the kiss.
"Hi, Mr. Astronaut," I whispered, my head still spinning from the kiss.
"Hello to you too, Ms. Numbers," he smirked. "I have a question for you."
"You do?" I stuttered.
"I'm not from around here," he started as he pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Do you know of a nice romantic restaurant?"
"I may know a few," I shrugged, sliding my hands up his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Great," he smiled. "Any chance you're free tonight?"
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Oh nothing much, just dark!Quinn looking amused when he met your eyes. You are trying to escape but all doors are in a childlock, because he just kidnapped picked you up. He left you in the car because silly him, he forgot your phone that he'll definitely not tamper with and will definitely not hold over you.
You were passed out from the drugs. Maybe he took a little bit of time finding your phone. Maybe he got distracted by your cute little panties that he definitely did not breathe in. But now, you are just all panicked and distraught, all tied up with your own silk scarves, tears running down your cheeks, lips trembling, trying your best to break the windows with your shoulders--
Huh, must've been the wind...
Gonna get my lawyer on the phone real quick. I've taken horny damage. The pic was enough of an attack nevermind sending me on a kidnapping thirst mission.
Warnings: Quinn has lost all his marbles, stalking, watching you while you sleep, breaking in, obsession, drugging, him getting off on your panic, you don't know him
I think it'd start off slow. He might be beyond obsessive, but he's never stupid. Physically kidnapping you would be a major risk and he'd have to have time to deal with it.
There's no way you won't overreact and he'll need time to soothe you, to make you see sense. Your panic would be adorable but it'd stop him from fucking you properly for at least a few days. He could rush you, but he wants you to be his. Needs you to be his. He has to be delicate about it.
You're making things complicated for him though. You're not giving him enough alone time in your house. You're staying awake too late, staying home when you'd usually be out.
It's frustrating. It's making him rush. He had a routine and you're ruining it. He was comfortable with sneaking in to keep watch over you at night. His hours spent standing over your bed, prioritising you over his own sleep. It was a routine. A guarantee. A way to keep himself in check.
He's lucky to get half an hour now. You've changed the lock on your door forcing him to get creative. Every little noise startles you awake. You even pathetically tried to install cameras in your house. He wasn't having that. Every single one is broken. He knows you don't know enough to fix them, he knows you have nobody to ask for help.
He's not sure what's made you paranoid, but it's making him even more out of control. What if he's missed you being threatened by someone? Another stalker? He can't help that he misses chunks of time with you, it'd be too suspicious if he stopped showing up to practice and games. People would be onto him, would start looking too deeply, asking too many questions.
It does mean that he needs to move forward. To finally make you his. He can't have this happen to you, can't have some fucking creep watching you. He needs you next to him, chained down if he can't be with you. He's run out of track.
It's not hard to make the first move. His time in your house might've been cut, but he only needs a few minutes to drug your food. He knows what you eat. He monitors your fridge every single time he's over. What you rebuy, what gets eaten first. When you eat things. He knows he can drug parts of your breakfast and you'll be out like a light when he gets home from practice.
He's thankful that you have a back entrance, it'll be easier to move you from your house to his car without anyone noticing.
It's dark when he gets back to you, he's absolutely exhausted but the promise of you finally being his keeps him going. He's been rock hard all day, the thoughts of you being weak, being all his, not being confined to his nightime vists constantly running through his head.
He's not even taking the time to pick the lock. It doesn't matter. You'll be passed out and you won't be coming back. Nobody will check on you, nobody will report you missing. He doesn't need to be careful with your possessions. It doesn't matter if he touches things now, doesn't need to avoid making you panic.
Your cute body passed out on the couch almost makes him snap. Almost makes him take you on the couch, the need to be inside you attacking his brain, the thought of your cunt making his fists clench.
This is why he needs to be yours. You're so vulnerable, so alone. What if the other stalker saw you like this? It's unacceptable. He wouldn't worship you. Wouldn't shatter your purity in the way you need.
His arms reaching for you, cradling your body against his chest. Feeling your weak heartbeat against his skin. The little puffs of air escaping your pretty mouth. You're so perfect for him. So small in his arms.
He doesn't waste time getting you in the car. You're stirring in his arms but he's not concerned. He parked close, every second planned out. He's borrowed some of your silk ties - he doesn't want to harm you with his restraints. Every inch of you needs to be protected.
Smoothing your hair as he rests you against the seat, making sure he wraps the ties around you tight enough to stop you from causing any problems. Wrapping them around your arms and legs. He knows you won't hurt yourself in your initial struggle to escape.
Pulling back to lock the car, making sure there's absolutely no way you can escape. He won't be leaving you alone for long, but he does need to fully explore your house without risk. He needs to go through everything you own and you might appreciate some comforts in your new home.
Hanging back long enough to see you fully stir, licking his lips as the immediate panic kicks in when you realise you're not where you were when you were awake. The way you tug at your restraints, the way you notice him standing there. Watching you, resting his hand against the car window. The confusion on your face, your muffled yells.
Fuck, it'll be worth it. He can have your lips wrapped around his cock every morning. He can come home and ruin you. He can breed you. He can make you his little whore. He can do anything he wants. You're in his possession now. He owns you.
You can't break out from the car. It's too expensive, too well locked down. You can scratch and yell at him all you like when he's back in the car if you somehow get loose. It won't matter. Won't make a difference. He's protecting you. It's needed.
It's refreshing to be able to just stroll through your house. It's been so hard to be cautious, he feels like he can finally know all your secrets now.
Your discarded phone on the floor is an easy first target. Must've fallen from your hand when you passed out. He'll need it to make sure nobody actually does try and contact you. You might have bills set up, deliveries. He needs all the information. He can't raise any red flags.
The smell of you flooding your bedroom makes him moan, he's obsessed with every scent. Your sweat, your tears, your cum, everything. It's perfect, it's addicting. There's not a single thing wrong with you, you're like a drug to him and he's barely scratched the surface with you.
He's having to swallow down the saliva filling his mouth as he reaches for your underwear on the floor. His messy little girl. They're so innocent. Pale cotton with little bunnies on them.. fuck. It's taking everything in him to not jerk off with them right now. They're calling to him in his hand. It'd be so easy to slide his cock against them, like a little preview of your pussy.
He's carrying them out the door with him, inhaling them as he walks back towards the car, the scent of you overwhelming him.
He really has made the best choice.

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even if they do past dm in any form, i know we'll never get a full episode of just the chase even if thats the only part that actually happened in the 70s. so sad.... i especially want to see in detail the initial months where armand appeared and then disappeared to fuck with daniel before he started actually speaking with him. i want to see armand always hovering at the edges of daniel's vision; how he can't shut his eyes in the shower because he can feel armand's eyes on him when he does; he can feel armand's hands brushing against him when he's in crowds; he hears his voice calling to him in songs and whispering when he's falling asleep. and a lot of these times armand isn't even actually there, daniel has just started to expect him everywhere and towards the end of this period starts feeling this horrible pang of? disappointment? after the initial rush of fear when he realises he was just imagining things and he's by himself... only to quickly go back to wishing armand would just kill him or fuck off and leave him alone the next time he really does catch armand out of the corner of his eye, or finds armand sitting next to him or staring through a window, because he can't take much more of this. and that's when daniel starts waking up with armand standing over him demanding to have a conversation. anyway. it would be fun to see it on my television screen
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