#i like the thought of him like. being able to kill. realising that sometimes some ideas (such as what grimmel and drago represent)
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drakyns · 20 days ago
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lays down on the floor. do you guys ever think about medieval scandinavian traditions regarding violence and vengeance? and how those customs are ingrained in viking and tribal societies to the point of them being the norm? and how håkan/hiccup, especially being the son of a chieftain, was exposed and extensively taught those, yet chose mercy and hope when he could? it's not that he COULDN'T kill a dragon—no, hot brutality runs so deep in his veins—is that he WOULDN'T. but also, do you ever think about how he tried to extend that grace to everyone he met, but realised that he ought not to? do you think part of him was secretly happy, relieved and fulfilled when drago and grimmel died? do you think he felt violent when his father died and when toothless almost died? do you think he wanted to make his fists bruised and his teeth taste flesh? do you think he felt vindictive for honouring his father's death? do you think that, maybe, just maybe, håkan realised that the dragons were never considered tribal enemies, but yes beasts, so all that gut and heart came more easily to him? and now that he has blood on his hands, he realised that he isnt that much different from his father, because he chose to protect (and maybe even avenge) his own kind and land? do you think that peace is made out of pretty speeches or conscious claws? do you think he realised it's the latter? do you think he tries to be a shield, but sometimes he must be a sword? do you think he kneels down at night by his father's chair, and talks to him, saying he finally understands? how easy it is to let it boil, to let it fester? do you think he's dragon and man, and that involves the anger, the hunger, the fear, but also the mercy, the cleverness, the courage and, most importantly, the shaky balance between giving up to that primal fire and the cool collected heart to choose change? do you think mercy and peace come unstained? do you think—
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dirt-str1der · 2 years ago
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Yaoi has poisoned all of your fucking brains !!
#Yakuza HATEblog#i dont want to hear about the new yakuza trailer where kiryu proposed to soemone he wouldnnever do that thats so scary#also they refered to sayama as the cop lady like please show some respect to her she didnt be annoying for you to forget her#ive become homophobic now because i hated seeing a particular post so much like that will never happen you are crazy#like no this isnt how kzmj can win they have never even once considered a future together because kiryus foreplanning ended when he lost#his brother and majima has spent half her life waiting for saejima to come back like they have more important things to worry about#and kiryu is not able to share his kids with anybody he cant simultaneously raise haruka with someone he has to either be a single dad or an#absent dad no in between and sometimes haruka is left parentless in the middle of that mess but its not kiryus problem hes driving cars amd#beating people up .... well he does care sorry for insinuating he doesnt ... he thinks about his kids every day#but i guarantee you he does not think about majima every day i swear it to you he does not care about her that much !!! i have to forever#stress this doesnt mean that he hates majima but it simply means that shes not his priority AND SHE WILL NEVER BE !!! kiryu will never#risk it all just for a suckle on that majiwilly like he doesnt like her that much ... if kiryu didnt even give majima so much as a phonecall#when he was ignoring her the entirety of y3 AFTER tossing her back to the wolves just so he can play house at okinawa.. hes not going to#suddenly realise that he wants to spend the rest of his life with majima hes going to be pondering how miserable he is while beating the#fuck out of people because sorry i didnt actually pay attention to the gaiden stuff is kiryu a hitman now or some sort of mercenary either#way its so hot that hes paralleled by y0 majima because hes so depressed and wants to kill himself and forced to wear a nice suit and do#things he doesnt want to while being kept on a tight leash like hohooho ... have sex with me ...!!!#im going to kill him myself to put him out of his misery if i have to ... just let kiryu run off to america and join the cia im kidding but#wait i just thought of him actually running off and sayama pulling some strings in the force to keep people from looking for him because#shes like a bigshot cop now ... i think she should be able to cradle him gently and keep him like a show cat#a shivering wet penis in the rain and she takes him in and gives him a loving home ... i feel a little embarrassed talking about hetships#but the concept of kiryu just being in her house and living with her is making me laugh like wow ... hes straight now.... like obviously hes#still not going to be like lets get married 🥰 but sayama would want to... i believe that she could forge their documents so kiryu isnt an#illegal immigrant anymore and she gives him an american name so john yakuza can become real ... its like a fake dating au but they really#arent dating theyre just having sex and acting out scenes from a kdrama but eventually kiryu will have to go back because hes so sad#without his kids and he needs to see them one last time to pass away peacefully. sorry i just remembered how much older kiryu was than#sayama like thats a bit funny ... like i still think kiryu should be into older guys or girls but like we cant always have that happen#like how majimas options for getting fucked by creepy old guys are getting lesser year by year because those old geezers keep dying and hes#old now too ... like theyre so old thats fucked. i know ive been saying how kzmj can never win but i do think majima should breastfeed kiryu
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giannaln4 · 6 months ago
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Do You Miss Me?
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lando norris x fem reader
summary: Four months after your breakup, Lando needs to know if you miss him as much as he misses you, or at least if you still think about him, even if the answer might kill him.  (3k words)
warnings: angst, breakup, cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of one-night stands, use of Y/N, happy ending
a/n: FINALLY i wrote some angst. honestly i had this idea in mind sometime last week, but i didn't know where to start. not gonna lie, i really do like how it turned out but i never know how to end fics so it sucks a little towards the end. anyway pls let me know what you think!! feedback is very much appreciated 🫶🏻
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Four months. It had been four months of pure agony. Four months since you left him, and for four months, he couldn’t think of anything else than you. 
You wouldn’t say you ended on good terms, considering the last conversation you had was more of an argument about how little you thought he cared about your relationship. 
That was far from the truth, and he tried so hard to convince you otherwise, but clearly it wasn’t enough. You broke up with him that night, leaving his apartment immediately after and never looked back, leaving a broken Lando behind. Two amazing years beside you down the drain just like that. Maybe he should tried harder.
He really shouldn’t have waited till the last second to express how much he cared, and you would probably never know that, but he still does. 
After the first month, he started to give up. You wanted nothing to do with him, and honestly, he didn’t blame you, so when he realised he would never be able to fix it, he stopped trying, but that doesn’t mean he stopped loving you. 
He still remembers vividly when he got back home after a race weekend and went out for a drive, something he thought could help him get his mind off many things that were going on. It worked, at first, it was going great, really, the fresh Monaco air running through his hair as the music blasted through the speakers, Lando singing at the top of his lungs every single word, until he paid attention to the passenger seat and spotted a shiny little tube. He reached for it, and his world went back down when he realised what it was. Your lipgloss. Not any lipgloss, but your favourite one. The one you used to wear every single day and the one he got so used to tasting and smelling. 
After that, it was like something shifted inside him. Lando tried hard to forget about you, going to parties, and getting involved with anyone he could take back to his hotel. He never took anyone back to his apartment, the space contained too many happy memories of the two of you; it was almost sacred to him. He would never dare to stain those with one-night stands. 
Every time he sat on the couch where he watched you leave, for some reason he waited for you to come back. It was stupid; he knew that, but maybe one day you would. And if it wasn’t you, he prayed that at least it was someone just like you. 
Maybe that’s what he was looking for every other night. Sometimes they were good enough to make him forget, but most of the time, they weren’t. They weren’t even close to that, because he thought about your lips when he kissed someone else, he thought about your hands when he felt his hair being pulled softly, he thought about your legs when he had someone else’s wrapped around him, he thought about your eyes when he looked at anyone else. 
Just when he thinks he’s getting over you, something happens that pulls him back in, and he thinks it’s slowly killing him inside. 
Tonight was one of those nights. He was at the club with some of his mates, his mind fully enjoying his surroundings, not a trace of you up there, until that song started playing, that stupid song that you used to hum when cooking a meal for the both of you, his mind bringing him back to all those times he hugged you from behind as he watched you and helped you, humming along with you and planting soft kisses every now and then. Or when you were taking a shower and didn’t care to keep it down, and he would just enjoy the little concert while he laid on your shared bed, waiting for you to come back to him. Or when you played it in repeat every time you were in the car, messing up a few words even though you had heard it a million times. God, he hated that he got a little sick of it back then.
He stopped moving immediately, and instead, he looked around him, only to spot everyone else dancing along with the melody. 
Did no one else care about what that song meant? Did no one else think of you? 
But there was one main topic invading his mind. Did you also think of him when you heard that song? Did you remember all the little moments? Do you even think of him anymore? There was only one way to find out, and even though he promised he wouldn’t do it anymore, he just needed to know. 
Lando took his phone out of his pocket and started walking away from his group, already looking up your contact. 
“Hey mate, where are you going?” Max stopped him, catching a glimpse of what was on his screen. 
“I just need to step outside for a moment.”
Max looked at him in doubt. He knew how stubborn Lando was when it came to you, so no matter how hard he tried to convince him, there was no stopping him. “Alright, just don’t do anything stupid.”
Lando nodded, not really caring what he thought, and kept moving until he finally found a way out of the loud club. He clicked on your contact without even thinking, nervousness washing over him when it started to ring. He waited, and waited, and waited, until it went to voicemail. 
He was not surprised; it has been like that for a while anyway, but he couldn’t deny he was a little hurt. 
Once the beep ended, he cleared his throat, ready to utter all those questions that he had been dying to know, but he didn’t even know where to start. You hadn’t talked in so long, how was he supposed to ask such things?
“Y/N, it’s me, uh- sorry, I know it’s late and you’re probably sleeping right now, or you just saw my name and didn’t feel like picking up, which I get, I don’t expect you to… you know… anyway, uh-“ 
He has no idea where he was going with this, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of segue that made sense. What he truly wanted to ask doesn’t make sense either. 
“I know that you probably don’t want to see me again- I don’t know but, uh- I wanted to tell you that… you left your lipgloss in my car- and I was wondering if maybe you wanted it back, I could stop by one of these nights.” He cleared his throat again, mentally cursing himself at how stupid and desperate he sounded. “Anyway, please call me. Bye.” 
He hung up and went back to his car, looking for the lipgloss once again and putting it safely in his pocket before making his way back home. 
Even with alcohol in his system, it was hard for Lando to go to sleep. If he couldn’t ask you over the phone, how could he possibly stand before you and say all those things?
In reality, it was simple. He had nothing to lose if he had already lost you, and who knows, maybe you never stopped loving him either.
The last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up. He wanted to see you come back to him, but seeing you again would be enough.
⋆。° ✮ ⋆。° ✮ 
The next morning, you stared at your phone screen for a little too long, debating whether you should listen to his voicemail or just ignore it. 
You wanted to hear it so bad, but it took you so long to forget about him that you knew you probably shouldn’t. Not that you ever forgot about him completely, no, but just enough to go on with your life and pretend to be fine. 
Curiosity got the best of you, and before you knew it, you were listening to it. You could tell he had been drinking, the alcohol influence was notorious in his voice, and he sounded unsure of what he was telling you. However, you knew he was telling the truth. You did leave your lipgloss in his car, but there had to be another reason for his call, right?
The day went by and you didn’t get back to him, but his voice and words lingered in your mind all the time, and at this point, you had convinced yourself that he had an ulterior motive; why else would he call you at 3 AM, drunk, telling you about something you left in his car months ago?
You would be lying if you said you were never close to giving him a call while being drunk, but your friends never let you do something so stupid, telling you to remember why you left him in the first place, but sometimes you wonder just that: why?
It wasn’t because you didn’t love him anymore; you did, even now, but the heat of the moment made you utter those words without you realising it until it was too late. 
Your pride would never let you take it back anyway, so you just left his apartment after packing your stuff, with Lando following every turn you made as he begged for you to listen. Sometimes you wondered what would have happened if you never broke up with him, and instead, you listened to what he was telling you; they weren’t excuses, you know he meant every word, and maybe you should’ve given him one more chance.
You weren’t sure why, but your mind decided you should see him. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but god, he had been living in your mind more than usual, and you needed to know if he truly just wanted to give you your lipgloss, and if not, what were the reasons he had, so you texted him the next morning.
⋆。° ✮ ⋆。° ✮ 
His heart nearly stopped when he saw your name pop up on his screen. Five simple words that could change everything. Or at least he hoped so. 
‘You can stop by tonight’ is what the message read, and he immediately started to get nervous. 
After not getting a response from you the first day, he pretty much gave up and figured you were done with him and would never see you again. He thought you either didn’t buy his dumb excuse or didn’t care to even listen to his voicemail. But there he was, on his way to see you after four long months. 
Lando parked outside your apartment, taking a deep breath and rehearsing what he’s been meaning to ask you, his heart pounding with every step he took as he walked towards your door. 
He kept your lipgloss in his pocket, like he had been doing for the last couple of days, and knocked on your door, a little unsure of how tonight would turn out. 
The door slowly opened before him, and there you were, standing in front of him as beautiful as always. 
“Hi,” he said nervously as he tried to give you a smile. 
“Hi. You can come in.” You stepped to the side, almost melting at how his delicious scent invaded your nostrils as he walked past you and into your apartment.
“Thanks.” He looked around and he felt… weird; it was all so familiar yet so strange. That used to be your apartment before you moved in with him, and the memory of all those nights he would stay over came back in a rush. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”
“Thank you.”
“I see you finally got that lamp,” he said, your eyes following his and finding the green lamp that rested on your console, one that you had been wanting for a while when you still lived with him, but he was never a big fan of it, saying the colour didn’t really match with the rest of his apartment. 
“Yeah. I know you always thought the colour was hard to match, but I like it.”
“Right. It looks good,” he said, his eyes finding yours again. “You look good.”
You didn’t know what to say; you wanted to say it back, but something in you didn’t let you, so you just nodded and tried to utter a little ‘thank you’, but you weren’t sure he heard it. 
“Anyway, uh- I have your lipgloss. I know it’s your favourite one, so I thought I should give it back.” He took it out of his pocket and placed it in your hand. Somehow, it was hard to let it go; it was almost as if he was giving up the last piece of you. he had, apart from the memories.
“Thanks,” you said as you took it, your hand brushing his for a split second. You locked eyes with him, waiting for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, his gaze dropped to his now empty hands. “Is that really why you are here?”
He thought about it for a moment. No, there were a million reasons he was standing before you right now. He shook his head and took another deep breath, getting ready to finally let it all out. 
“I miss you,” he looked at you again and saw your intention to say something, probably to stop him from going back to that topic, so he decided to interrupt you. “I know- I know we’ve been over this a million times, and a million times you have given me reasons why it can’t happen, why we can’t happen, but Y/N, for four months I’ve done nothing but miss you and regret how stupid I was for letting you go.” 
Unsure of how you would react, he took a step closer to you and tried to hold your hand, almost letting out a sigh of relief when you didn’t pull away. 
“I just need to know, do you miss me? Do you ever think about me, about us?”
You could feel the tears threatening to leave your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to say yes and kiss him, but after how things ended between the two of you, you didn’t know if that was a good idea. 
“You have no idea how much I wish I could go back and make it right, love you the way you deserve, and show it like I was supposed to. Maybe our time is over, and even if you think it’s better to say goodbye, please don’t say goodbye.”
He finally stopped and waited for you to say something. The seconds felt like hours, and it seemed impossible to read your face.
“I’m sorry, Lan.”
“Please,” he begged, standing even closer to you. “Please, baby. How can I live without you now that I know what your love feels like, what loving you feels like, and how terrible it is to live without you?” Locking eyes with you, he decided to ask you one more time “Do you miss me?”
His teary gaze was intense, almost suffocating, and you couldn’t keep it together any longer. You nodded as your tears started falling down your face, squeezing his big hand back. “But I don’t know if it’s gonna work.”
“Yes it will, I will make sure of that. Everything I did wrong the first time, it won’t happen again. I promise.”
“But what if it doesn’t? I can’t go through another breakup. Not with you.” Not that he did terrible things, his job was getting in the way of your relationship and you just wished he made an effort to make sure you never felt neglected, but right now, all you could think about was how bad it got for you when you just broke up with him. It was hard to do everything, and you didn’t know you could handle it again.
Lando, on the other hand, was sure it would all work out this time if you just gave him one more chance. He was not letting you go, not again.
“I know it’s too much to ask, but please, just give me one more chance. I won’t let it go to waste; I’ll use it so I can spend the rest of my life with you, just like we planned.” Maybe that’s all you needed to hear. You believed him, but you were somehow scared to give in. “I will never hurt you again, I promise.”
“Okay,” you said, barely above a whisper, so he wasn’t completely sure if he had heard you right.
“Okay?” He waited for you to either break his heart again or to make him the happiest man alive.
“Yes,” was all you said, leaving all your pride and insecurities behind as you hugged him as tight as you could, almost as if you were making up for all those times you needed his touch but didn’t have it.
Lando had more tears in his eyes than before, but they were happy tears now. “Come back, baby, you can bring that lamp.” You let out a genuine laugh for the first time in a while, enjoying the way he was embracing you.
He pulled away and looked at you, as lovingly as always. He couldn’t believe you were his again. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, he was begging with his eyes to kiss you again.
It probably had to be you to make the move this time, you thought, since he was the one that had the courage to do what you didn’t. So you did, you closed the gap between you and finally tasted his lips again. It was long and full of love, the kiss transmitting what the words couldn’t.
“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away, with his forehead resting against yours as he caressed all of you.
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desireangel · 5 months ago
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Infernal Desires | Part Two
Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader
Part One
Synopsis: When your family is caught up in treasonous scandal, the Prince Regent makes an offer that is impossible to refuse. To avoid what certainly would have been death by his sword, your family promises you to a man who is followed by whispers of violence and sin.
Warnings: mdni 18+ ONLY! Aemond is conflicted, bad language, some religious guilt if you really squint, some fingering wooop, tension, orgasm denial, inconsistent writing my bad, Aemond's response and defence mechanisms are to fake hatred, this man hates feelings, allusions to sex, allusions to death and killing, again Aemond is angry handsy, a bitch gets slapped bc sometimes violence IS the answer. unedited (shock).
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: look, I know y'all were hoping for an update on Dark Cherry instead but hey, this one happened along first! I have been swamped with work at my new job (LOVE) and an exam that's in two days sooooo this is my apology for the delay in updates for both fics! Lmk your thoughts & ideas - inbox is always open to chat my loves
xoxo kisses!! <3
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Weeks had passed and Aemond had been acting as if you were nonexistent. He had ignored your attempts at talking to him, pretended he couldn’t hear the constant questions that you asked about what you were you doing here and why are you here if no formal arrangements to be wed have been made as was promised?
Truth be told, Aemond was having second thoughts. He had acted irrationally in making the deal. Jericho may have been someone he loved as a confidant and a friend but truly, he could have simply had him hanged without blinking an eye. Treason is treason and Aemond certainly would not stand for it but here you were, waiting outside of his own chambers with a fierceness in your eyes that managed to catch him by surprise. 
Without saying a word, Aemond stood in front of you and waited for you to speak. 
“I was supposed to become your wife last week,” You avoided letting your anger at being strung along seep into your tone. “Instead, you have imprisoned me within the walls of the Keep and avoid me like I am some sort of disease.” Stepping towards him, you shook off the nerves that had your stomach in knots. “I tried to visit the town yesterday. Your kingsguard stopped me from leaving. Said you told them that I am not to exit the grounds.”
Aemond was calm. “That is exactly what I told them.”
“You said I could visit home when I please.”
A shrug that had his pin-straight hair dancing softly. “I lied.”
“Well,” you glared at him, staring him down with as much contempt as you could muster. “You best start telling the truth-”
“Do not,” Aemond’s spat, a departure from his usual slow and commanding drawl. You wondered whether he resented you such that he wouldn’t be able to reign back the worst of himself around you. “speak to me like that. I have warned you that I will not tolerate disrespect. Not from the likes of you-”
Your hand met his cheek before you realised what was happening. It wasn’t hard and Aemond barely flinched more than the slight turn of his head but your hand burned hot at the satisfying mistake that had just been made. Pushing down the fear that bubbled in your gut, you squared your shoulders and spoke firmly. “You have me brought here as a bargaining tool for my family’s lives. To force me into wedding you. And now that I am here and we are betrothed, you refuse to do so. Is there honour to your word or are we all to face execution instead?”
You had caught the side of his bad eye and a dull ache pulsed behind his eyepatch. He all but growled, grasping your wrists tightly in his hands and hunching over you, casting a dark shadow across your face. 
Aemond was red with frustration and you were half aware that angering him would not turn out well. But you were not going to cower and fold to the power that he held over you - over everyone. He may be the current ruler of Westeros to its citizens but the two of you had spent some moments of your childhood together and you knew what kind of man he was past the charade of coldness and stoicism. Arrogant, greedy, entitled and selfish. 
He knew that he shouldn’t take your behaviour lightly - that were it anyone else, he’d have dished it right back. But admittedly or not, you had caught Aemond off guard. He wasn’t expecting you to have the gall to hit him. 
Part of him–he would never, ever entertain the fact that it was actually most of him–enjoyed it. Your inability to control yourself and your emotions around him was entirely satisfying. And Aemond loved to watch how you cowered in fear at the realisation of your actions and that he was at all liberty to decide on their consequences. 
All the while, and you couldn’t help but think he looked terrifyingly handsome in his anger, though the right corner of his lips upturned gently. “You should appreciate the generosity I have shown you. I hardly understand how you are making a problem out of this.”
“Generosity?” You scoffed. “You’re keeping me prisoner.”
Aemond’s expression was blank, the strands of hair that had come loose at the swipe of your hand on his cheek casting shadows of his face as he let out a snarl. The leather of his meticulously tailored tunic brushed against your hand and before you knew it, he guided you into his chambers with a strong push that had you stumbling inside.
“Since you’re so ungrateful, I will show you what it means to be a prisoner in my home,” Aemond spoke with a slow, rumbling tone. “You are not to leave without my permission. Try to run away and I will have you punished.”
And with that, he left you to yourself, slamming the door harshly behind him. The click of the lock was barely drowned out by your protests, palms smacking against the wood of the door. 
How dare he? 
Tears welled in your eyes but even in your own company, you refused to let them fall. The ache in your chest for the freedom to visit home, to walk the gardens and to see your friends was overwhelming. You hadn’t been here long and you knew that the Red Keep was a luxury far beyond what you were used to but the feeling of confinement ate you alive. 
This was not fair. You had done him no wrong. In fact, his hatred towards you was entirely unwarranted and everything seemed so, so unfair. His problem wasn’t with you - it was with Jericho and your father. So why did Aemond have so much rage for you? 
If this was to be your prison cell then you were fortunate, you thought. At least he didn’t send you down to the dungeons or to whatever place was made for those who crossed the Prince Regent.   
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If you were being honest with yourself, you knew Jericho and your father had been lying to you. It made no sense - in fact, it was a ridiculous excuse that they had given you. You weren’t stupid - there was no marriage that could possibly fulfil the extent of Jericho’s debt nor to save your family’s already tarnished reputation.  
So why were you here? You had your own doubts. Not only had you spent the last weeks with little more to do than think but hours had passed alone in this cage since your confrontation with Aemond.
Jericho had said you were only a part of whatever bargain he had struck. You figured that Aemond had use for Jericho and here you were, a token of control over your family. So long as he had you here, Jericho would have to do whatever it was that Aemond needed him to do free of question. 
The sound of the door lock clicking pulled you out of your thoughts. Merylle, the maid who had been assigned to you much to your surprise, didn’t bother knocking before stepping inside with her arms full of–gowns?
“The Prince Regent wishes for me to get you ready,” she said. “You’ll be attending the feast we are hosting tonight.” 
A feast? While we were all at war? 
A message. 
You eyed the gown that Merylle laid down on your bed before rushing towards your wardrobe to put away the others that she held. From what you could see of the gown, it was unlike any dress you’d ever had the chance to wear.
“I am truly to wear this?”
The look she gave was answer enough. “I will run you a bath first. And then I shall help you into the dress.”
You quickly washed up, half tempted to take your time but Merylle was waiting for you and you didn’t intend for her to fall victim to your antics. There was a matching night dress that had been laid out with the dress - if you could call it that - and you scoffed at the idea of wearing it. 
Did all the other women at court have negligee to match their day clothes? 
Clutching the towel to your chest, you ignored the smallclothes that were also laid out. You were already sweating from stress. Before Merylle could turn around, you shrugged on a robe and turned to do your own hair. 
Merylle pottered about, seemingly displeased with your insistence on doing your minimal hair and makeup yourself.  She helped you step into your dress, adjusting the fabric wherever it needed. “Perfect, my Lady.”
“Please, you do not need to address me formally,” you corrected. 
You stared at your reflection in the mirror.
Fuck. 
The gown was a perfect fit. It was a deep emerald green silk gown which cinched at your waist before falling loosely yet gracefully from your hips. The bust was stiff and covered your cleavage just enough so that it could accentuate the swell of your breasts perfectly, a square neckline that left your collarbones and neck bare. It made you feel sultry in an entirely new way - it seemed as if it were seamless, flowing down and clinging to your skin at specific places to highlight each curve and dip of your body.
This was a powerful dress and you wondered if Aemond had intended it to be. Merylle fastened a jewelled chain around your neck. You asked her the question that had been lingering at the back of your mind, “Why does he want me there?”
And where the hell was he?
“I am merely a housekeeper,” Merylle spoke, her voice stern. She reminded you of a teacher. “I wouldn’t know.”
It almost made you laugh at the thought that he had effectively banished himself to some other part of the Keep in his stubbornness. 
“Oh,” you murmured. 
“I’ll leave you for now. The prince will escort you downstairs when he is ready for you.” 
And just like that, you were locked alone once more.
Aemond was making you wait. He knew that your mind would be racing with questions - questions he knew you would assault him with as soon as you had the chance. If he wanted to, he was more than ready to pick you up from his chambers and show you to the banquet hall. But there was something so satisfying in knowing the infuriating, heated effect he had on you. 
He could picture the scowl on your face and the way you’d be wallowing in your impatience.
Forty-minutes had felt like two hours before Aemond was standing in your doorway, dressed impeccably in matching emerald silk that was tailored to every curve of his body. He was like the embodiment of Adonis, the way he radiated with beauty, strength and temptation. 
Aemond’s gaze made your breath catch in your throat. It was hot and you swore you could feel it scorching your skin as he studied you from head to toe. He slowly dragged his violet eye up and down your body twice, swallowing and clenching his jaw as he turned away. “Let’s go.”
Gods. Aemond was raised a man of piety and honour but you were a tempting little thing and the urge to ravish you in that dress he had chosen for you–the dress which only seemed to multiply your beauty tenfold–was impossible to ignore. He was no prude but he felt that he deserved penance for the sinful thoughts of you that plagued his mind. 
And as you gazed up at him, innocently and unaware of all the ways he longed to defile you and unaware of his hardness straining against the fabric of his breeches, Aemond cursed himself for his doubts about marrying you. 
Aemond cursed himself to damnation for being too weak to admit that he yearned for you. Cursed himself because he wished to be yours and for you to be his but he would never be strong enough to live up to being good for you.  
He would forever fear the disappointment in a woman’s gaze–as his mother had always looked at him, the perception that he was unworthy of reverence and the truth that he will never be enough. Because all that Aemond ever seems to do is let people down when he is trying his best and being in love with the daughter of a treasonous lord was a vile predicament. 
The Dowager Queen had already told him so. She knew that the smallfolk and lords and ladies alike thought of her second son as a vicious man. But she had only agreed to the betrothal as a means to show the people that her family will always land on top. That you will be living out the rest of your life in the bed of such a man whose House and name your blood has betrayed. In the palm of the Crown. 
To show them that they have control over everyone somehow. That they were to be respected lest such traitors wanted to subject their loved ones to their reparations. 
Aemond stiffened at his thoughts. He couldn’t be in love with you. He had hardly known you truly. Above all, Aemond was sure that he would never be capable of giving nor receiving something so unattainable as love. 
Did he not resent you so? He rolled his eye. One nice dress was all it took for him to fall victim to such idiocies. Perhaps he was no different to the other men of these halls. 
“Am I-Am I to accompany you as your betrothed?” You still didn’t understand. 
“You said you wanted to see your family. Your parents will be here tonight.”
You took a moment to think about his words. 
I have your daughter. She’s safe and sound so long as you behave. 
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered if it meant that you’d get to see your parents. A sense of urgency overwhelmed you and you rushed towards Aemond. “Let us go then.”
Goosebumps arose on your skin the second that Aemond’s hand brushed against the dip of your back. It was a gentle graze, feather light and barely there but he drew his hand back and took a breath before you could even blink. 
“Follow me.”
Aemond had left your side before entering. The main hall was alive with people, many of whom you recognised from your limited days in court as a young girl. They all looked at you scornfully and you knew that they were all thinking of you as a traitor to the Crown. You were not but you had the same blood as one. 
The music was pleasant and some people danced while others were busy drinking and conversing. You searched the crowd for your parents, hoping that you didn’t look as crazed as you felt. There were so many eyes on you, so much judgment that it made you suck in a breath and keep your eyes anywhere but on the guests. 
Your mother was toward the entrance, a champagne flute held delicately between her fingers as she talked with your father. 
It was a miracle they had been invited after everything but you knew that they were only here because Aemond had a message for them. A message that was loud and clear just through your attendance. A message that told them that you were sitting comfortably in the palm of his hand, that he could use your entire family for whatever he pleased. 
“Ma,” you reached for her, willing yourself not to cry in a room filled with people. She gasped, arms wrapping around your shoulders as she mumbled incoherently. “Are you okay? And Jericho?”
“We’re all fine,” she smiled sweetly. “How is it? Over here? Are they treating you badly-”
Your father cleared his throat loudly. “Ears everywhere, my dear. I see that Prince Aemond has been generous.”
Generous. That word was like a parasite, stuck to you and making you sick to your stomach. 
“Yes. I suppose I have been alright.”
You stayed with them for the entirety of the night, slowly making your way through one cup of wine and a couple plates of the food that was set out for the guests. 
Slipping your cup onto a tray that one of the servants were carrying, you smiled at Floris Baratheon who spared a glance at you from where she stood. She was talking to Aemond and another man whom you could not name, a hand on his arm as she gazed at him through her eyelashes. 
She was only embarrassing herself, you thought. Aemond had put an end to that so that he could play out this game. Yet she still tried. Not that you cared, right? 
You glanced towards the corridor. Aemond seemed distracted enough by the conversation. Maybe you could blend in with the guests, make your way out as part of a group and nobody would be any the wiser. 
A few steps at a time, you made your way towards the exit. Every now and then someone would try and make idle conversation, bumping into you and forcing a hesitant greeting. But it would only last a few minutes. 
By the time you were at the doors, Aemond was nowhere to be seen. Fine, as long as he was far away from you. The hallway was grand and there were groups of people saying their goodbyes. It was the perfect getaway opportunity. 
You could disguise yourself within the guests, make your way to where your parents would pass and stay with them. It would work and you’d at least be out beyond this wing of the keep until you inevitably returned. Or you could see Jericho, and then you could convince them and disappear somehow. Jericho might even help you if you explained things to him–if you asked him. 
The thought that you were making a mistake began to cross your mind but just as you were at the foot of the door, an arm wrapped itself around your waist roughly, fingers digging into your hip as you were pulled away. Aemond smiled at the people who turned to look at you, their eyes trailing to where his hand burned its mark into the side of his betrothed. 
You could hear your blood rushing and heart racing, your palms growing clammy. You considered struggling, maybe putting up a fight. But it would be useless. Aemond was both skilled and strong and how far would you even get before he or a kingsguard caught up to you? Your plan was a desperate, confused mess. 
Of all the things happening in that moment, your mind was clouded by Aemond’s leathery, musky scent and the roughness with which he held you. The tick in his jaw and the slight purse of his lips gave away the anger he was suppressing as he dragged you through the crowd, opening the closest door he could find and pulling you in with him. 
Shit. 
Aemond pulled you so that you were facing him, holding your arms firmly in his hands. He all but growled, “I recall telling you not to run away, little mouse.” 
Your cheeks burned and your chest felt as if it were about to explode. Aemond had brought you into a closet which was actually the size of your chambers back home but you were flush against him, chest to chest and eye to eye. 
“And what? Will you have me whipped for it?” Taunting him was not a good idea but it came so naturally that you barely realised what you were doing. 
Aemond turned you and pushed you into a shelf, pressed against the surface and your back flush against his chest. “I do not like disobedience. My things are to stay where I leave them.”
You struggled against him. But it was for nothing. You barely stood a chance against the man who held you, his breath tickling your ear as you spoke. “I am not something you own, Aemond. I don’t have to heed you.”
“Oh but you do,” his knee lodged between your thighs, holding you down. “Where were you going to go, hmm? There’s not a single place in this Realm where I could not hunt you down myself and you would be back here within a moon.” Aemond could feel your rapid breathing, feel the way you squirmed against him but moulded so perfectly into his body. He hummed in mock thoughtfulness. “Maybe I should have let you go. I do enjoy a chase.”
There was a seductive venom that coated his tongue. It was so unlike the boy Aemond Targaryen you had known all those years ago, who may have been riddled with arrogance and dishonesty but he was never wicked. 
“What did I ever do to you, My Prince?” You gasped as he pressed himself further into you in an attempt to put an end to your struggling. Tears threatened to well in your eyes.  “Why are you doing this to me?”
Aemond stilled. He thought of the words to say, the words to describe the way that a small part of him now hates that he is making you cry but years ago, the entirety of him would have despised himself for it. As far as you were concerned, all he was to you was Jericho’s acquaintance who had no patience for you. Jericho’s acquaintance who never had the perfect family that you had, never had the love that he deserved, never had what he desired the most. 
He never had you. 
And Aemond might have hated you for it. 
“You were so blind,” he said. “So unaware. So selfish. All I had ever wanted from you was your devotion and all you gave me was resentment.”
Whether it was the gravity of his confession, or the way his body felt against yours, it took your breath away. What he was saying didn’t make sense. “I did not know. You were so cruel to me, My Prince, whatever little time we were together.”
Your chest was heavy with so many conflicting emotions. Fear, shock, anger and desire. 
“You want to know why I am doing this to you?” Aemond brought his lips so close to your ear that they brushed against your skin and sent a shudder through your body. “Because I hate your brother for what he did. Because I hate your family. Because I hate you.”
A lie. But you need not know. You swallowed deeply and were he not touching you in such a way, you would have recognised the pit of dejection in your gut. But you could only think of his hands. 
His hands, his hands. 
They were everywhere, dragging all over your body and leaving a trail of fire on your skin. He slid his fingertips down the sides of your dress, bunching it up at your hips. You couldn’t breath, couldn’t think of the words to say as the ache between your legs grew for him. It wasn’t right - Aemond was all but kind to you but your body yearned for him. 
He bit your ear. “I hate you but I fucking burn for you.”
Another gasp and you arched into him. Aemond’s words burrowed deep into your core and made your head spin with unfettered lust. After it all, you would have given him everything right then and there. The desire you had for each other was infernal, it was wrong and it was perfect. 
The air was thick and Aemond thought he’d choke on the concoction of lust, heat, anger and fear that was heavy in his chest. Your skin was soft like the satin of the dress he had picked out for you and it drove him crazy to think of all the ways he could indulge himself in your flawless body. 
“So tempting all the time,” he touched you with so much determination you wanted to let yourself melt into him, to become one with his heart and body. “Would you let me fuck you like this? How I should have done sooner and make your bewitching body mine?”
You let out a wanton moan as his soft lips found your neck, sucking roughly along the ridges of your skin. “I do not know-”
“Of course you do not know.” Aemond let his hand slip to the inside of your thigh, roughly digging his nails into your flesh and dragging them up to the most intimate part of your body that was bare under his touch. He sucked in a sharp breath at your lack of clothing under the dress���what an enticing, oblivious girl you were–and placed his hand flat against your sensitive flesh.  “I’m sure you would let me. Look at how responsive you are to my touch, such a needy little Lady. Tell me.”
The feeling of his hand against your sex and his body pressed against yours sent currents through you, right down to the tips of your toes. With heavy breaths you reached for his arm, desperately scratching his skin because you needed more, more, more. 
You were blind with need for Aemond’s body, for him to make good on his words and show you all the filthy things you knew he’d do to you. The voice of reason at the back of your head told you to slow down, that it would ruin you and you would never be able to undo it. 
If you gave Aemond your maidenhead here, and you managed to break free of this damned situation, you would be impure and left with no prospects of security. But all of that would be lost anyway. 
And you couldn’t stop yourself from burning in the heat of his body against yours, the hardened silhouette of Aemond’s cock against your back and the feeling of his palm cupping your womanhood ridding you of your ability to think. 
“Just this once,” you were breathless as you spoke, chest heaving against the hard surface of the shelf. 
Aemond tensed against you in surprise, his hips pressing further against the swell of your bum. He was hard, so hard for you. “If I am going to have you have you, ñuha dāria, it will be in the comforts of our marriage. Where I can take you in every way I have spent hours dreaming about.”
You had never met a more confusing, conflicted man than Prince Aemond Targaryen. Against your better judgment, you drawled, “You said you hate me-”
“I do hate you,” Aemond growled again, swiping the pad of his forefinger over your clit in one swift movement that had you writhing in an instant. “Does not mean that I do not want to fuck you.”
You were so wet for him, so prepared for him to push his cock into you right then and it made him throb under the restriction of his breeches. But Aemond was a man of great self control and he refused to give in so soon. 
He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, the purposeful movements of his fingers rubbing circles over your clit sending thrums of pleasure through your body. Your hips rutted against his hands, incoherent words tumbling from your lips. 
Aemond was not a wildly experienced lover. And he didn’t usually take pleasure in someone else’s pleasure. But the way you trembled against him, the way that every inch of you called for his touch and the way you sounded so desperate and so filthy for him satisfied him in an entirely foreign way. It made his cock twitch and set a fire in his blood.
“Please, My Prince–I am so close,” you whined at the build up of your orgasm, recognising the intensified version of the white hot throb and the sensitivity which you felt whenever you touched yourself alone in your bed. He chuckled darkly before pulling his hand away from you.
There were people looking for him, Aemond could hear them through the door. He couldn’t care less.  “That is enough for now. It seems that they are looking for me.”
You turned yourself around, still squashed between Aemond and the shelf, just to gape at him. A smug smile graced his face, his pupil blown out with lust that you could feel pressed against your thigh.
You resisted the urge to smack him again. “You jest, surely.”
Aemond stepped away from you, taking a moment to look at the mess he had made of you while slipping his fingers between his lips. Your dress was caught at your hip and hitched up at your thigh, your hair was tangled and your knees wobbled gently. But your eyes, wide and full of innocent, unburdened desire for him had him questioning his decision to stop. 
How he longed to corrupt you. 
“Collect yourself. I shall send Merylle to get you to our chambers,” Aemond was at the door by now, fixing his belt to alleviate the discomfort of his arousal as his fervent gaze was focused on you. Our chambers. It was a slip of his tongue. “If you ever try such a stupid thing again, I will not be so lenient.”
With that, he was gone and you were once again left alone with a mind full of wild, distressed thoughts. 
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I can't believe some of you log on here and thirstpost about barrel vagrants. it makes me so sick. these men are the very pits of society and have never honoured ghezen a day in their lives. there are so many other young men who make their living in a reverent way. have some dignity.
#ghezen #inghezenssight #ghezenhonouring #churchofghezen #handofghezen
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omg HOW is kaz brekker winning this he's SO problematic he's not even good for the economy he killed members of his own gang and kidnapped councilman van eck's son
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cranky coz your gang fell apart aren't you
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guys is this a mandela effect or what bc I SWEAR this painting used to be in the university district art museum, I literally saw it this week??? but I went today and it was GONE?????? there wasn't even a plaque?? guys pls I'm so confused why is everyone acting like this is normal for ketterdam? do priceless antiques just VANISH? am I being gaslit?
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guys I'm so sorry I've been MIA :( I found out that my landlord was using my rent on the staves rather than fixing my black mould problem so I pushed him out the window and told the stadwatch he must have fallen and died because he wasn't honouring ghezen and got away with it. anyway I think maybe the black mould explains the dirtyhands/sturmhond fic I was writing sorry :( but I WILL finish my fairy queen of istamere meta post once I've moved into my new lodging
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SUBMISSION: sometimes I lie awake thinking about the time I fell down an entire flight of stairs at the slat when kaz was at the bottom, and he just stared at me (still lying on the floor), and then asked if I'd changed the beer kegs at the silver six yet. GIRL NO?!?!?!
#submission #dregs #dirtyhands #admin comment: laughed so loud my upstairs neighbour threatened to shoot me
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ADMIN NOTE: if the razorgulls don't fucking stop sending anon hate to this blog we'll tell dirtyhands n he'll send you your own IP address back
#see what happens you hack job seagulls
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it's us, the real kerch tourism board, here to tell you what we're putting in the new summer season pamphlet. we got 1) three pages all about kaz brekker that end up being more of an advertisement than a deterrent 2) list of slipperiest spots in the barrel where you will fall over and get a concussion when ur drunk 3) top 10 ways to get your wallet stolen by a child in broad daylight 4) paintings of the komedie brute 5) advert for sten's stockpot 6) map of public toilets
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we are not affiliated with any degenerate impersonator accounts who claim to be us. we are the only real kerch tourism account.
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grafcanal smells like piss and you should bite everyone you see wearing the mister crimson costume
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it's all 'fuck sten's stockpot' and 'I got food poisoning from the special at sten's stockpot' until you realise you don't have the money for cilla's fry, and then you come CRAWLING back to the loving arms of sten's stockpot and our special. you fucking traitors. you'll be back! you'll all be back
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what's in the special sten's stockpot
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it's a surprise ;)
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nah I thought this was the real stens lmao
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bert smit you still have 45 kruge to pay on your tab and if you don't cough up we'll send our debtors to break your legs
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my grisha girlfriend who still wears a kefta and says things like 'nikolai lantsov is a bastard': ugh they're still debating whether or not the council of tides should be able to control kerch shipping, I hate inter-country politics
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walkingstackofbooks · 6 months ago
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"Are you happier? Now that the war is over?"
It had been meant as a serious question, but from the look on Kira's face, she hadn't caught onto that. "What sort of question is that, 'am I happier'?" she asked, laughing a little as she spoke. "Of course I am! Who isn't?"
Shrugging, Julian forced himself to smile back at her. "No, of course," he agreed. "Silly question."
His smile clearly hadn't been convincing: Kira's own smile had faded as she looked at him more closely, her eyebrows creasing into a frown.
"Have I done something to make you think I'm not?" she asked sharply. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"No-- no, nothing like that," Julian said hurriedly. "I mean, obviously Odo's gone now, and Keiko and the Chief, and Worf, and... and the Captain... But that-- That's different, isn't it, I guess. You can be sad and happy at the same time, right?"
He cringed, knowing that he hadn't quite managed to make sense there: years of practice had made him very good at recognising Kira's 'baffled' expression.
"All these years," said Kira, slowly shaking here head, "and I still don't understand you, sometimes. Of course I miss Odo, and the others -- and while we're at it, of course I'm still angry and-- and upset about the things that happened during the war..." She made a face, banging her fist lightly against the table. "Damn you, you know I'm no good with feelings, that's... there's a lot more there, besides," she added. "And I'm sure as hell not going into that right now...
"But if you're asking whether I'd rather be here, now, living without the threat of the Dominion or the Cardassians, knowing my friends are alive and safe -- and if they're not, at least being able to mourn them in peace, not having to make decisions that could get us all killed if it goes even slightly wrong... or if I'd rather be back there, in the war -- well. It's no contest, is it?"
"In theory, no, of course--"
"In theory?" Kira asked incredulously. "Julian, are you saying you were happier in the war?"
"No!" he exclaimed: that hadn't been what he'd meant at all. "The war was-- it was... Well, you couldn't be happy during the war, could you? Everything was too awful, it was impossible."
"A lot of the time, yeah," Kira said softly. "And that's gonna stick with us for a long time -- but they're only memories, now. We made it."
"We did," Julian said quietly, his eyes fixed on the table. "I just... I thought I'd be happier, I guess. Now that it's all over."
Kira reached forward, brushing her hand over his. "That's what this is all about?" she asked. "You aren't happy?"
"I never said I'm not," Julian objected hotly, looking back up at her -- but a sigh slipped out of him as he realised he didn't actually have an argument, and he shook his head, slumping back into his chair. Kira watched him, not saying anything.
"No, you're right," he admitted, pulling his arms across himself, almost too tight. "I know I'm supposed to be-- I know, after everything, it's so stupid... But, Nerys, I don't-- I don't think I am?"
Stopping to swallow the lump that had risen in his throat, he noticed he eyes had grown wet, which for some reason made him chuckle. "Isn't that silly?" he asked, leaning forward again. "We won the war, but I'm still not happy."
"No, Julian," Kira replied slowly. "I don't think that's silly at all. It's just... It's just very, very sad." She took a breath, reaching out to hold both his hands this time. "I'm sorry," she continued. "I didn't know."
"It's not your fault," he said, squeezing her hands tightly. "For a while, I just thought everyone else was pretending, too, so I just went along with it... And then I started to realise that no, you were all actually at least a little bit okay, and so I had to keep pretending, because happiness is so fragile and I didn't, you know, want to make anyone else feel bad just because I..."
He trailed off, shrugging a little. "I don't know, Nerys. I guess I just wanted to check that it wasn't just me, but it is just me, and now I've told you, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad--"
"Julian, no," Kira interrupted. "Thank you for sharing this with me -- I'm glad you told me, okay?"
Ears growing hot, Julian ducked his head, not quite sure to do with the wave of emotion spilling over him. Now that he'd told her some of it, he kind of wanted to let everything out. Distractedly, he started tracing patterns on her hands, pushing into them with increasing intensity.
"It's just-- I'm just..." He stumbled over his words, struggling to give voice to the one thought that he'd been trying to ignore for months. "What if this is it for me? What if I'm like this forever? It's been years, Nerys--"
To his horror, his voice cracked, and he covered his mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to burst out. Hoping that no-one else had noticed, he looked around the replimat; thankfully the other diners seemed more interested in their own conversations than in him and Kira.
"Would you like to go somewhere less public?" Kira asked. Not quite trusting himself to speak, he nodded, and together they left the replimat.
As they walked down the promenade and up to the habitat ring, Kira steered clear of their previous conversation, chatting about the station, her week, her latest grievance with Quark, and Julian was grateful for the respite. But as soon as they were sat down in her quarters, she turned to him with a most serious expression.
"It isn't right, you feeling like that, you know," she said. "I don't have the answers, I don't know how it gets better -- but we both know someone who would. You haven't tried telling Ezri any of this, have you?"
Julian's stomach tightened: Ezri was the last person he wanted to have this particular conversation with. "Oh, yes, because that would go so well," he retorted sarcastically. "Hi Ezri, I love you, but you don't make me happy. Don't worry, it's not you, I'm just unhappy most of the time. Most of the time? Yeah, it gets better when I'm around you, because then I just kind of feel... nothing. What an improvement!"
"Julian..." whispered Kira, but it was all coming out now and Julian couldn't make it stop. He rose from the sofa, starting to pace as he spoke.
"Did you ever make me happy? Maybe, sweetheart, but I'm not even certain of that. I might have been so desperate for anything even resembling happiness that I just deluded myself into thinking I was in love... Do I even love you? Who the fuck knows, Ezri. Is love even real, or did it die in the war along with every-fucking-thing else?"
His voice had risen louder than he'd intended, condemning him with every word it pushed forcefully into the air. He'd made Kira cry, he thought, but he couldn't quite be sure, his vision being clouded by his own mess of tears.
"How could I possibly tell her that?" he asked, sitting back down heavily, his voice dropping to a hollow whisper. "Kira, how the hell do I tell her that?"
"Come here," she said in way of a response, pulling him against her and holding him tightly, so that he could feel her lips move against his hair as she answered him. "I don't know," she was saying, "but you have to, Julian. I can be there with you if you want but, Prophets, Julian, you have to. How could you not?"
How could he not?
Julian closed his eyes and let himself fall apart against his friend, not even bothering to try to answer her. It was terrifying, after all this time, to finally allow someone to see how broken he really was, but he was far, far too tired to keep it in any longer.
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27. “Why don’t we use some of your toys?”
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Long distance relationships came with their trials and tribulations. 
There were a series of factors you had to take into consideration that you had never given a second thought in past relationships. Beyond your personal schedules, you had to consider the time difference between Michigan and Vancouver. And whilst you were aware three hours wasn’t the worst difference in the world, it had a horrible habit of being a pest. 
Quinn was usually asleep by the time you woke up. You were in classes when he woke up. He was in practice by the time you got home. You were usually fighting the urge to fall asleep after a long day by the time he got out of training and meetings. 
It was annoying.
But one of the worst parts was the physical touch—or, the lack thereof. 
There were days you wanted nothing more than to come home and curl into his arms. There were days you were watching his games and wishing you could be there after the final buzzer, whether it’s to celebrate or sulk together. There were days you just wanted to be able to kiss him instead of wistfully thinking about it when you were on facetime with him. 
And, there were days where you just really wanted to fuck your boyfriend. 
But it wasn’t always possible and whilst the late night phone calls with Quinn moaning and panting and groaning in your ear as he told you everything he wanted to do to you were hot, it didn’t always scratch the itch. Sometimes, it wasn’t enough to get yourself off. 
Quinn knew that. Quinn understood that better than anyone else. So really, there was no other person less likely to judge you from taking it a step further, for buying a few toys to try and spice things up when you were in bed alone.
Yet, it didn’t stop your face from burning in embarrassment when Quinn reached into your bedside drawer, slightly preoccupied with your tongue in his mouth and your hand wrapped around his cock that it took his brain a few seconds to realise wasn’t feeling the foil wrapper of a condom in his hand. 
“Oh baby, you didn’t tell me I had some competition.” 
You let out a groan, your hands covering your face as Quinn pulled the toy out of your drawer. “Kill me now. Put me out of my misery.” 
“You’re so dramatic,” he teased, sounding far too amused with the situation. He inspected the toy curiously, pressing a small button on the side and watching it buzz to life. He almost snorted at the way you whined in embarrassment as the noise echoed through your bedroom. “Should I be worried I’m being shown up?” 
“Stop being mean,” you grumbled behind your hands. 
“I thought you liked it when I was mean,” Quinn shot back, turning the toy off and dropping it somewhere on the bed as he reached for your hands to pull them away from your face. “Hey, it’s not embarrassing, you know that?” 
“You weren’t meant to see them,” you murmured, still unable to meet his eyes. 
“Oh, them? There’s more?” Quinn mused, his fingers lightly tracing shapes along your wrist. “Why don’t we use some of your toys?”
Your gaze snapped up, lips parted in shock. “What?” 
“Do they make you feel good?” Quinn asked. 
You nodded, somewhat speechless. 
“Then, good. We have the same goal,” he replied, his lips twitching upwards when you let out a surprised snort of laughter. “Plus,” Quinn continued as he leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your ear. “I want you to show me exactly how you use them.” 
You gulped a little. “Quinn—”
“C’mon, baby,” he taunted, his voice a little rougher as he lightly nipped the sensitive spot below your ear. “Show me how you make yourself come. Tell me exactly what you think about when you have that toy between your legs, pretending it’s me.”
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Bite me ¡!
pairing: bnd legal line x reader.
warnings: +18, smut, blood, and i think that's it.
summary: bnd legal line as vampires and not being able to stop while drinking your blood.
note: so i'm an engene since pre-debut (trauma crew, assemble) and vampires have ALWAYS been my favorite mythical creature + adding bnd?? couldn't help it, sorry </3 PD. i may do solo one shots for this theme because yeah, let me know if y'all enjoyed!!
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sungho; he would definitely have a problem controlling his strength, like he sometimes just forgets that you are a human and mistakenly pins you against the wall too roughly when you both are kissing. so the day you moaned in his mouth due to the friction and the pressure of your bodies he couldn't help it but kiss you deeper and bite your bottom lip causing it to bleed, sucking a little bit of it. but that was fine, you liked it when he was a little rough, the problem with that was that he didn't stop, he kept sucking on your bottom lip, making you open your eyes and try to make him stop. and when you finally managed to push him away, he went for your neck, making you tremble in his grasp with some fear in your orbs and whispering a small "sungho, please... don't" and only then he came back to his senses, his foxy eyes wide open while he quickly wiped your blood on his mouth and held your face with both hands, whispering a soft "i'm sorry, baby, i'm so sorry" against your lips. you were just too sweet (loving hozier since 4eva) and he almost couldn't hold back.
riwoo; i feel like he would BEG you to let him bite you. like he wasn't even hungry, he just wanted to know how you tasted. and honestly, you trusted him enough to be okay with it, it's not like riwoo would hurt you (at least not purposely) and you knew that for facts. but the thing is that even the most domesticated animal will show their true nature once in a while. so you sat on his bed, removing the hair from your neck and giving him the space to finally sink his teeth in your jugular, it hurt so you flinched a little bit and the way he quickly moved his hand to keep you in place by holding the other side of your neck had you getting second thoughts of it. because he started really soft, you barely feeling his mouth but then it got rough, you could feel your eyes slowly shutting and you knew it was too much so you tried to stop him "sanghyeok... s-stop" but he wasn't listening, he was too focused on how good your blood tasted in his tongue :( poor thing would make you almost pass away before he noticed how weak you were getting, stopping right before your body shut down. he will stay over, making you dinner, staying until you feel better and until you forgive him for not listening.
jaehyun; i feel like he wouldn't be into biting you because he knows how his past lovers ended up like but i think it would happen on a party when he was too into the music and too dizzy to realise what was happening. you guys got to the bathroom because you were feeling hot and wanted to kiss your boyfriend properly, the problem is that jaehyun loved to kiss your neck a little too much, quickly noticing the sweet and metallic flavour on his tongue, seeing that your chain cut you. he licked the blood there and then took a step back to look into your eyes, his blood boiling and you looked so lost, so wasted, he felt so bad when he just leaned forward one more time and whispered a soft "just one time, baby, just this time". and he sunk his teeth so hard your blood came out almost immediately and filled his mouth but you didn't even feel it until the next day when you woke up on your bed with a band-aid in your neck, knowing what most likely happened but not saying anything when you saw the cute boy sleeping next to you. one bite a year won't kill anybody, right?
taesan; imagine kissing with him, straddled on his lap, one of his hands playing with the band of the brazier under your shirt and the other one in the back of your head. his tongue brushing with yours, your hips slowly grinding on his hard dick and you could feel him getting tense under your hands, his hold now being his arm around your waist and his other hand removing your hair from the way so he could kiss your neck. at first it was fine, normal kissing between lovers, a few hickeys and all, but then he focused too much on the same spot, constantly licking and sucking there, so hard it actually started to hurt. "baby, it hurts" you mouthered your hands on his shoulders when you tried to push him away but you couldn't, and then you felt his teeth graze your skin and shivered, starting to panic when you said "taesan, w-what are you-", "let me get some, just a little bit" and tbh you were not 100% against the idea, just a little scared. and with all reason because he fucking destroyed your neck, he bite you a single time but he kept sucking and sucking and sucking until your body lost strength, only being held by his own arms to keep you up on his lap, almost like a ragdoll. he would even kiss you with your blood still on his lips, a smile appearing and showing you his fangs. god, you knew the problem you just got yourself but you were willing to deal with it.
leehan; "you remember about tonight, right?" , "yeah, i do" of course you did, tonight was 'bloody night', how you guys decided to call it. once every month you allowed leehan to drink from you, you prepared for the whole week while eating healthy because you wanted your blood to have the best taste !! once you got home he would tap his lap so you can sit there and eventually start kissing. it was a soft kiss, his cold skin against yours when he kissed your cheek and took your wrist to his lips, kissing it too before licking a little bit and finally biting you, slowly but still painful. "fuck, it hurts more than on the n-neck" you complained but he just looked into your eyes while he kept sucking your blood, you seeing how some spilled of his lips. "does it tastes good?" he just nodded, giving you a final long suck before kissing your wrist and pulling away. "sweet. as always, my love" his tinted lips made you feel kinda hot, his hard grip on your waist making you feel defenseless but you couldn't lie and said you didn't like the feeling. "do you want to try this?" you would offer your neck but leehan had other ideas running through his mind so he just played with the skin of your thigh and denied. "you know, you have a really important and big vein here" he pointed your thigh "can i try that one first? i can feel it palpitating under my touch" and that's how you ended up with bite marks all over your body. your wrists, your thighs, your arms, your shoulders, and of course your neck. he just loved to devour every single part of you.
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haobubbles · 2 months ago
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get to know you
pairing: nonidol!gunwook x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of food, slight swearing, lmk if i forgot anything!!!
word count: 1k
roxy's sidenote: um this made me feel so alone hahaha
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an evening in a cafe is a life pleasure that sometimes, just sometimes, you were able to enjoy. about a 5-minute walk from your apartment, you were now seated in an armchair of your favourite cafeteria, delune.
if you looked around, you could clearly see the vintage decoration that gave an old, rustic but comfy environment to the area. the old plants, the little paintings..every single detail could made you think it had been decorated by a professional interior designer; however, it was a lady around her sixties that took all the credit for it.
you were just explaining to ricky, your best friend, about your life. while trying to catch up with someone whom you saw after three months (his fault for not organising himself, you say) a ding caught your attention.
it had been long enough to spend time with an ordinary friend but with the chinese boy, you felt like a week with him full of gossip wasn't enough. if there was nothing to tell about his life, normally being the other way around, he would always spill the most recent gossip or information that he had been able to gather.
drifting your attention to your phone, you saw a message from your boyfriend, gunwook, that instantly brought a smile to your face.
'r u home? i miss and wanna talk to uu'
"what did that boy of yours say now?" ricky asked, slightly amused at the youngest's talent to catch your attention that fast. even before you realised what you were doing, you shot a sheepish smile at the boy sitting in front of you and started gathering your things (your phone for the most part)
"i will make it up to you, ricky, I promise, but we've been here for almost 4 hours. i also have my girlfriend duties, you know?"
a few laughs and some pinky promises later, you were walking through the entrance door of your apartment, immediately catching sight of the head of your boyfriend resting on the soft, grey sofa.
"did i make you wait for too long?" was the first thought you voiced out while taking off your shoes.
"where was the warning of your arriving y/n??!! fuck, you will kill me someday" you laughed at his surprised and slightly frightened state.
while the citizens were too busy with their own lives, they weren't able to appreciate the sunset, not even you. while keeping a conversation with gunwook about your day and telling him whatever gossip ricky said to you that came to your mind, you lost track of time and didn't realise until you were sat down at the table, eating a homemade pizza with your partner.
you had realised that while talking, gunwook had been eager to let you talk all the time and he took advantage of the situation to stare at you, but as the simple thought made you giggle internally, you let it slide.
however, when you asked him about his day while having dinner and you received no response, you started to slightly panic.
"wook, did you hear what i said?" still no response.
even if that wasn't usual in your casual meet ups or dates, you decided to take it more on the safe and not hysteric side and continued eating, hoping that he'd get out of his trance soon.
while keeping a close eye on him, a few minutes later, you saw him shoot an energetic smile at you, which left you quite baffled.
"i called your name four times and you didn't answer. not even once. what's up with you?"
"you." gunwook answered rather quickly, which left you more puzzled.
"what?" you dared to ask, too caught up in your own turmoil of thoughts and emotions to muster up something better.
"i was just admiring you. you know the song completely, of jaehyun?" he carried on when you nodded to his words "well, i've been listening to this song on repeat for a few days, and i realised i know nothing about you"
"what do you mean you don't know anything? i've told you things about me and we've been dating for almost two years now.." you trailed off, not knowing what his point was
"yeah i do, but not everything. i realised i will never be able to get to know you completely. you'll be constantly changing and a lot of you will be lost.that thought scared me and made me a little bit sad, but i decided to get to know you deeply, get to know your soul."
"that's why you wanted me to talk this whole time?" you asked, looking deeply into those chocolate-like eyes that you loved.
"kind of. i also enjoy hearing your voice, it's like a serenade for me" he admitted while scratching the nape of his neck, quite embarrassed "but yeah i spent the whole time analysing what you said to get as much info as possible! by the way, your pyjamas are very cute" he pointed out while looking at where your bedroom is
"you looked through my-" "NO i could never! i was trying to see if you had any picture of us that i didn't have and i saw your pyjamas laying on your pink mattress" he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice
"don't you dare to say anything about my mattress" you tried to sound stern but failed miserably when you remembered what he had confessed not even 5 minutes ago "why are you doing all of this either way?"
before you had finished the sentence, he had gotten up from his seat and walked over to where yours was, engulfing you in a huge hug.
with a small voice he stated "because i love you? just listen to the song i told you, i think you'll understand more than what my words can say" gunwook had a giant smile on his face, which you could only guess by the giggles you could hear behind your back.
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thatghostinyourbog · 5 months ago
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THIS SCENE
THIS FUCKING SCENE
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I always thought this scene SAID everything it needed to say
And I just never looked too deeply into it until now
Atsushi and his tiger are separate
They are portrayed as 2 separate beings throughout the entire show
And his ability might be like that
But if we're thinking of this from a storyteller point of view
Atsushi is the tiger
The tiger is Atsushi
In that scene atsushi admits how much he hates himself
And later Akutagawa reveals that Atsushi thinks he doesn't deserve to live unless he's helping others
But that doesn't change, atsushi just doesn't think he deserves to live. He is trying to earn to live but helping people is just keeping him alive
I think the tiger came out to help him (he helped himself) only because he finally thought he deserved to live, he was helping so many people and in that moment he realised this gives him a right to live
So why was that not the end of the season and his character development??
WELL I'M GLAD YOU ASKED
After all that happened SECONDS after the ENTIRE CITY was saved Atsushis main focus was still on making sure as many people lived as possible. After all that it still wasn't enough.
Then we move onto his quality bonding time with the little Victorian boy
I've already talked about Atsushi and Akus relationship so I won't say much more
But the interactions at the end of season 2
Aku not only figured out Atsushi was trying to make it so he deserved to live he also told him how stupid it was
Atsushi and Aku need to hear things like this
Natural behaviours and beliefs they have from their trauma are stupid, but they have so much weight to them neither of them can help but live by those things and sometimes it takes your rival to go up to you, stab you in the shoulders, and say you're stupid for you to think somewhat rationally
Aku tells Atsushi he doesn't have to live his life by other people's morals
He does actually have a choice
With Atsushis past at the orphanage hearing this must've felt like being hit by a truck
Atsushi realised he can have his own morals and he's free to help or kill whoever he pleases
Aku shows Atsushi that he is free
Now there isn't a set way to overcome trauma or improve your mental wellbeing
God everyone wishes there were but that's just life
And I think that's what bsd is
It's people trying to overcome their trauma
People trying to get better
People who seem to be worse at just living than others
Imo bsd is about getting better
Some characters won't
Some will
Some people won't get better
Some will
Bsd is so special because of that fact
It's the only show I've seen that is aimed towards people who simply find living more difficult than others
This is the show you watch when you feel completely alone
The characters are written so well and they're so different from eachother but they all are still suffering
It covers topics that the viewers probably thought they were entirely alone in even thinking about
(My thoughts were all over the place I can't figure out a better way to put all this together so just suffer through the edited thoughts of my brain)((Yea imagine how I feel I have to suffer through the completely unedited ones))
Atsushi views the tiger way higher than himself
The tiger represents the part of Atsushi who no matter what will help others
Atsushi himself does not believe he is such a good person
He doesnt believe he is as good as he is, he believes he can harm to people when in reality he would never be able to bring himself to hurt others
The tiger represents Atsushis natural good nature
And Atsushi himself represents all his doubts and worries and feelings of worthlessness
He thinks he is such a bad person he has separated the natural good things about himself and put them into his ability
Which is why in dead apple he seemed so lost and helpless
For half the movie he was following Aku and Kyouka around unsure of what to do
And once he faced his trauma and got his ability back he realised he doesn't HAVE to be such a good person
He doesn't have to be this perfect being who saves everyone and doesn't let anyone suffer
He learns he has to fight
He learns he has to kill some people and there's no way around it
That doesn't make him a bad person
It just makes him human
And this is what he realises at the end of the movie
It's also what he shows Dazai right at the start and the end with those little interactions they have
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Atsushi never doubted Dazais humanity
They're all just human
And they're all trying to live to be better people
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genyasbf22 · 5 months ago
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Genya having a crush on a Male! Reader (rewrite)
Note: I changed the ending part at 4 am because I realised it was rushed…..enjoy your daily dose of doomed yaoi
Trope: angst
PS - Reader is a minor !! Please don’t be creepy thank you very much
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You always knew what you were. You never really was attracted to women, and honestly, you didn’t really care. When someone asked you if you had a fiancé/girlfriend, you had no problem telling them you weren’t into girls. You were very much aware that being attracted to the same gender was only gonna cause you problems, not being able to marry, not being able to have kids, not being allowed to love your partner in public.
But who cares ? You were a demon slayer. Love didn’t matter. You were gonna die sooner or later, so finding love wasn’t your priority. You had friends anyways, very good friends. One in particular.
On the other hand, Genya Shinazugawa had no idea of what sexuality was. He was always taught that men falls in love with women. I mean, its normal right ? Never in his life he has imagined that maybe, men who loved other men and women who loved other women existed. When he grew a little older, he vaguely heard of homosexuality. And don’t take it to heart, but it grossed him out at first. Boys who likes boys ? That’s so weird…why on earth would someone refuse to love a girl and date a man instead ?
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You two met a long time ago, before you officially entered the demon slayer corps.
It was the final selection. You were about 14 years old. You had to stay in those dark, hostile mountains for 7 days, trying your best to survive against demons. You saw multiple people your age getting killed, and to be fully honest, you struggled keeping your calm (which was understandable).
While you were trying to figure out if a demon was following you, you saw a tall, black haired boy from afar. He looked around your age, and you wanted to team up with somebody to feel safer. So you came up to him. It caught him off guard that you talked to him at first, He was probably expecting to work alone.
He refused to team up with you at first, assuming that you were ”too weak” and that ”you’ll slow him down”. How rude, why would he assume things about you when you two didn’t even know each other ?
For some reason, he ended up accepting anyways.
Nothing special happened during those 7 days. You two barely spoke to eachother. Just slaying demons and trying your best to survive.
Sometimes though, you could notice him staring at you for a little too long. But you didn’t pay much attention to it.
After the final selection, You said goodbye to Genya, telling him to be careful out there, and to take care of himself. He simply ignored you. What was his problem ?
Month later, you saw Genya again during a mission. What a coincidence you thought, maybe it was a sign for you two to become friends ?
You tried your best to be as patient, as nice to Genya as possible. He ended up ”tolerating you” enough to stop him from yelling at you all the time (which was a great start !) After achieving several missions together, you two slowly grew closer. Your personality matched his surprisingly well. You learned a lot about him, and he learned a lot about you. Genya started to open up to you about his brother and his struggles, asking you for advices. You were always very patient and made sure to tell him that you’ll always be there for him, which he was grateful for. He never told you, but you were his first real friend and his best friend, ever.
But things started getting weird. Well, i wouldn’t say weird, but complicated at least.
It was the first time in a long time Genya hadn’t met someone who showed so much interest with him. You were always carefully listening to whatever he was saying, the spark in your eyes never leaving. It flattered him a lot. He admired you so much, the way you fight, the way you spoke, the way you act with people. There was a desire in him that wanted to become closer to you. The more he hung out with you, the more he wanted you to spend time with him.
He didn’t know what that feeling was at first, obviously. He thought it was nothing but pure platonic appreciation. For him, being jealous whenever someone gets a little too close to you was completely normal. For him, his heart thundering in his chest whenever you complimented him was nothing but ordinary. For him, feeling his cheeks burning when your face was too close to his was a common thing. It’s normal right ? Boys don’t like boys. People like that are absurd. He’s not one of them. He’ll never be one of them.
One day, Genya had a big fight with his older brother, the wind Hashira. You hated that man. You hated the way he treated your dear friend. You had warned Genya about Sanemi a lot, telling him to never say anything about him eating demons. You knew damn well what he could do, and you wanted to do anything to prevent that from happening.
But Genya just didn’t listen. You knew he was stubborn, so when you saw him bleeding from his cheek after returning from the wind Pillar’s domain, you weren’t surprised.
You were anxious, you were tired, but you couldn’t be mad. Not at him. Genya was devastated from what just happened, he needed your presence and your support. You knew his relationship with his brother was putting him into a lot of pressure, the only thing you had to do was to find a way to cheer him up a little.
You didn’t have much time to do something for him. It was evening, shops were closed, so you couldn’t buy him any watermelon, like you usually did. It didn’t really matter anyway, Genya needed your reassurance, nothing else. So you helped him clean his wound and stayed with him for the rest of the day.
The sun was set, the night was slowly rising. You had to go home soon. You looked at your friend one last time. He looked back at you.
He loves you, you love him. It was pretty obvious, but ignoring that feeling was easier. You knew Muzan was going to attack the corps sooner or later anyway, you’ll probably die soon, but why does it matter ? So many thoughts running in your mind, oh how you wished life was easier.
You stare into Genya’s eyes. How perfect this man is. And suddenly your hand feels empty, aching to hold his. Suddenly you want to grab his face and kiss him, feel his lips against yours, fully love him the way you always wanted to.
But you can’t do this, you can’t do this to him, you can’t ruin you two’s friendship you knew he cherished. So you stay quiet, suddenly avoiding his gaze, looking down at the floor. You say goodbye, you tell him to take care of himself, to stay safe. He smiles slightly, waving at you.
And you’ll never know, you’ll never know how much he wished you could’ve done it, you’ll never know how much he craved your affection. You’ll never know how much he adored you, how much he needed you.
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Author’s note: I’m sorry 😭
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star4daisy · 8 months ago
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3/4/5 of june, prompts: lips, love, garden, words: 523 @rosekillermicrofic
“What did you think this was?” Barty laughed cruelly. “Love?” He mocked. 
The words sounded bitter on his lips, Barty thought he might choke on them, they tasted like poison, a cruel joke. As if Barty had ever been capable of loving anyone. Even his mother had not been safe from his rampant rage. Evan would not be the exception. No matter how much Barty wanted him to be.
Because if Evan was the exception what did that mean for everyone else? Had Barty just not loved his mother enough to save her? Had the hate for his father managed to surpass it? No, Barty refused to accept that. It was better not to allow himself to think he could love anyone. That this tightness he felt on his chest every time they were apart was merely pain and nothing more significant than that.
Evan’s face didn’t change despite Barty’s cruelty. It was one of his talents, to be able to take everything Barty threw at him, every spiteful word thrown at him like knives and twist them until he could swallow every one of Barty’s poisonous words into something digestible.
“Would it be that bad?” Evan’s eyes were so sincere Barty felt like he might keel over anytime for he had stabbed himself in the chest. “Does it disgust you that much? The idea of being loved by me?” He finally allowed the hurt to show on his voice, it sounded more raw than Barty had ever heard him. 
It made him want to swallow every hurtful thing he’d ever spoken to Evan. Sometimes on purpose because he needed to push him away, couldn’t allow Evan to step close enough to feel anything resembling love for him. Not that he had been successful as it became more clear by the second.
Barty shook his head. “You can’t.”
“I do,” there was still a resemblance of hope in his voice.
Barty needed to kill it like he did with every good thing in his life.
“You can’t,” he insisted with more firmness in his voice than he thought he'd manage.
Some realisation seemed to finally settle on Evan's face. “You mean you can’t love me back," he finally sounded defeated. If anyone knew you couldn't make someone else love you it was him.
Barty never wanted to hear him sound like this again.
And yet, he had no idea what he was meant to say to this, but the words got caught in his throat anyway. There was plenty he could say.
'Of course, I can love you. If there was anyone I could. It would’ve been you.'
And because he loved him. So much so that he could barely breathe around the pain in his chest. Barty would not allow himself to hurt him. Not Evan. When he had been meant to be appreciated like a rose in a garden and not to be ripped by too harsh fingers that had never learned how to be tender.
Barty had not been born to love anyone.
Especially not someone like Evan who deserved every good thing the world had to offer. And Barty, unfortunately, had been raised to be the worst of them all.  
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Iron in my teeth.
-viktor (arcane) x OC!
-warnings: Possibly some Canon divergence. Fluff. Angst. Bad writing. Slight vi slander. Svet=light in Russian. Viktor sad boi. Sorta ooc jayce.
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Fear and Loathing. It's what keeps us bound to this earth. What keeps us moving so that we may eventually reach a place in time where something will take that away.
Fear and loathing is what keeps the city awake.
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The tower is awake and rumbling with the sounds of footsteps as a group of enforcers hurded past the door. From the window, I could see fireworks being set off on the bridge. A plume of green and pink smoke burst into the air, eroding into the midnight sky.
The sounds of echoing scream and even further cries haunted the streets, taunting the silence that threatened to tear the streets apart. Enforcers are growing more and more willing each day to kill another person, every day another five or more people dead on the street and as I watch them leave each day, the thought that none of them will return makes me think about better times ahead.
"Your awake"
The voice is unmistakably dipped in an illustrious accent and belonging to None other than Viktor himself. Stood in the doorway of the room, I watched him through the glass reflection as he leant on his cane.
"It seems everyone is" I sighed.
I heard the sound of tapping as Viktor hobbled over to me. Standing by me at the window, Viktor hummed as he looked at the scene unfolding down below.
"I don't know why they do it," He spoke. "Why they try to force change"
I fiddled with my ringed fingers as I took thought into what Viktor said, and it made me realise that no one who went down there was not willing to accept they may not be able to change what has already been done.
I turnt my head to viktor. The deep blue glow from the night outside illuminated the room in a sapphire light. Almost like the gemstones that viktor has in his study. The colour made him look alive.
"How is your work going? I heard from jayce that you made a breakthrough with the hexcore."
"It is true. It responds to organic matter. It's incredible to watch, but we haven't found a way to keep it alive. The plants die, and wear away"
Viktor tilted his head down. eyes shut tightly. I felt his heart racing even without my hand on his chest. The man was sick. Each day you spent in his study, helping him with different activities, the more you noticed it. His skin had gotten so pale, and the under of his eyes reached a deeper shade of purple each day.
"I'm so sorry, Viktor"
I put my hand on his bony shoulder. He parted his lips slightly as if he wanted to say something. For a few moments, he kept parting them and then closed them once again. His eyes glittered without staring into the moonlight dazing upon him. Effortlessly, he was beautiful, even if his body was decaying.
"Long ago, I met a man in the undercity who told me that to get what you want in life, you have to pretend everybody wants it too"
Viktor looked up, staring down into the city below. It was hard to know what he was thinking of sometimes. Such a complicated man, with such intrigue, meaning he could be thinking of anything between some diagrams on a paper and the gleaming golden hue that was the moon on piltover.
"Sometimes," he says. "I think that there is not a single person in the world who could understand what happens in my head"
He huffs a laugh to himself. "And yet, somehow, you always seem to understand completely"
My gaze fell upon him. His gold eyes gleamed in the light. Sharp features on his face highlighted how overworked he truly was, deep chiselled lines down his cheeks, droopy eyes, and tired brows.
"If I could, viktor, I would take your pain away if only for a second"
Viktor tensed his lips, jaw clenching as he turned away, almost ashamed or disappointed.
"You shouldn't say such things, Svet"
"Why not?"
Viktor didn't look at me as he turned and slowly hobbled away from me. As viktor reached for the door, he stopped.
"Because when I die, I don't want you to remember that you once loved me. For I fear, you would follow me into whatever afterlife I may go to"
And just like that, viktor left. The large intricate door was left open, and he was just gone. And for once, I didn't like the feeling that came with watching someone leave me. For once, I thought I could actually die.
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There is nothing quite like the realisation that you have met your undoing.
I stood before the council, prepared to announce plans we had discussed for the past few days now. Although nothing has really been done except rioting and the quick rise of enforcers hunting.
"If you have something to say, please go right ahead" spoke councillor Kiramman.
I looked around at them all. My eyes landed on jayce, and then Mel, who sat beside him adorned in gold and luxurious fabrics ethereal as she always were.
"I know there is nothing I can say that will get you to change your minds about this. No words about politics or war and justice do I have that will guide you to see the true extent of our damage done to our future"
I sighed. Standing before the council, a group of important, powerful people, I knew I only had one chance to convince them to stop their battle on the undercity.
"I know you would all like to believe that there are only criminals and villains that live below you. I know that it looks like they attack without reason and that they are vicious. But no dog attacks without being provoked and that is what you are doing to these people"
I looked at them all. They were listening but not understanding.
"I know someone," I sighed, feeling tears gloss my eyes. "Who is very dear to me, someone I have known and loved since gods painted rainbows in the sky and hung clouds. Someone from the undercity who would very much like to see his home not under attack. If you do not stop these attacks and these violent wars that threaten to tear the fabric of our world apart"
When I looked over at the door, tears welled in my eyes. I saw viktor. Standing there proud, leaning on his cane with his sharp smile. Hair still dark and wavy like the midnight ocean.
I turnt back to the council.
"Mark my words here. That if there is no change. Like I have asked. You will not only see the fall of your city, you will see the fall of each other"
Councillor kiramman slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "Who are you to make any demands?!"
I stared the older woman down.
"I am a woman in love, councillor. I am the most dangerous person in this room right now"
Jayce stood.
"We have an put faith in Vi that she will lead with mission alongside Caitlyn Kiramman and bring us the answers and results we are looking for"
"You put your faith in someone who went from having nothing to lose to having everything to lose?" I questioned.
"You do not know what it is like!" Jayce yelled.
His voice echoed around the walls. I saw in my peripheral, viktor hobbling as fast as he could toward me. As he stood beside me, I felt like we were at the window again.
"Please, Jayce"
Jayce's face turnt soft, shocked. As if the sudden realisation that his best friend dying was a result of the fissures in the undercity. The very fissures that were still existing in this very moment.
You were not ashamed to say if the sight of viktors' weak and decaying body was not enough to get jayce to stop the war, then you would set fire to piltover and ensure the council would have nothing.
"Tell me, what you think we should do"
Viktor turns to look at you. With a soft smile, weight was lifted off your shoulders. Viktors' sharp, sickly face almost made you cry. You would do this for him and for the city and for the future that know everyone deserves.
Viktor grabbed your hand.
"Together"
"Together,"
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alittlesongbirdchirps · 1 month ago
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Maybeee...
Role swap au but instead of being like villains being heroes and heroes being villains is heroes and their respective rogues changing places with ANOTHER set of heroes and rogues (main example: Batfam & Superfam)
My main idea would be the batfam being avians instead of aliens, or maybe something with wings or bird/bat-like
I LOVE THIS, MASKEDANON.
Batfam being avian's amazing, and just to make sure Tim sticks out more, I'll make him a flightless avian compared to the others who can all fly.
So let's deep dive further into what type of species of winged creatures that might be.
Bruce: I went with Flying Fox due to them having one of the biggest wings, so instead of a cape, Robins hides under his wings, but the wings are purposefully designed to be mistaken for a cape, as well as in civilian life he has some magic item that hides their wings.
Dick: I didn't go with the typical Dick is a Robin but a cockatiel since these small, affectionate birds are easy to train and love interacting with people.  They are great for families with children.
Jason: Red-tailed black cockatoo Birds are known for representing strength and resilience, but I've also heard they are an omen of bad luck.
Tim: Junin flightless grebes are known for their transformation and survival yet somehow are a critically endangered species.
Steph: just a regular cockatoo whose symbolism represents happiness, success, and fulfilment
Cass: a blackbird, not just because I thought it would be funny since, you know, black bats Is her vigilante name, but because blackbirds can represent transformation, rebirth, and wisdom.
Duke: Rainbow lorikeets can represent freedom and fun.
Damien: The oilbird is probably one of the closest birds to being a bat that isn't. They spend their days in darkness, resting deep inside caves and sometimes thick trees.
Now Superfam I imagine they are all humans, which is tricky because they don't have the resources to do a lot.
However, Clark is known to be an amazing investigative journalist, though not on the same level as Bruce.
But being an investigative journalist allows him access to areas most can't, so he uses both civilian identity and vigilante to get what he wants. he still goes by Superman or maybe even Superhuman.
He's a farm boy. His body is still going to be rather buff and strong, and most of his stuff is off the grid because that's how he was raised, so he spent a lot of time either fixing or building stuff, so it's not a stretch that he's able to go to the local scrap yards or other farmers and build his vigilante gear, which may be similar to the fist thingy in Arcane that Vi has.
Also, with the whole rogues changing places, is that with other villains?
If so, having the Joker be Superman's villain, maybe instead of Jason dying, we go similar to the Injustice universe, where Lois's death is the result of the Joker, instead of Clark killing her. Maybe he's tricked into going to the wrong building that doesn't have her in it, and the building his wife is in is destroyed; he tries to kill the Joker but is stopped by Batman.
Batman VS Lex Luthor: You could have Bruce use his knowledge and money to constantly stop a lot of Lex's dangerous plans.
There's no Kryptonite because Bruce isn't a Kryptonian, but Lex Luthor tries, in his words, to clip their wings and is one of the few to realise the cape isn't a cape and that's how he's getting around so fast.
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <3
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You know how much I love to bring up Cole's story in Quest for the Lost Powers in any given moment I can. It's not something I can help as it gives a lot of information about Lilly and there... aren't many information about Lilly so I gotta feed my insanity somewhere... EHEM.
And this part of the book, while adorable as fuck, also makes me so damn curious.
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If Lilly was so happy that Cole would be her inheritor, to me there are two possibilities.
1: Lilly actually told Cole that he has the power of earth. Though she couldn't train him, she told him about it. So he at least knew that Lilly used to be the master of earth too.
Her sickness started to effect her when Cole was a small child, so there was no room for her to be able to tell him the things she wanted to. She wasn't able to train him, or help him achive his true potential.
Maybe that's why Cole was climbing that mountain. Maybe he knew he was the master of earth, he thought that the mountain wouldn't let him die because he is supposed to be the master of it. Maybe that's why he was so confident climbing with no gear? Or maybe he thought it could help him earn his true potential??
2: Something happened that made Lilly change her mind completely. I don't know what it is, but something tells me that it's about the realisation of just how fucked up the hero mentality can get and how it made her continue missions without powers. And most likely, eventually killed her.
Just like how Lou tried everything to prevent Cole from being a ninja in S1, Lilly's wish was the same. So that Cole wouldn't be trapped in the same responsibility and the exaggerated expectation it puts on them.
If you ask my opinion, part of the reason Lilly kept on going to missions after losing her powers was her personality, true. Because that's just who she is, she likes helping those in need. However, the way Lou mentions how those missions got bigger and more dangerous, it just bugs me. She wasn't supposed to go that far. She didn't even want to go that far. It was the mentality that was forced to her, they made her unable to say "it's not my problem anymore".
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She has a whole breakdown over it in front of Cole, even.
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I'd say what happened was a mix of both scenarios 1 and 2. It started as 1, then with how terrible the situations started to get, it concluded in 2.
I would say Cole did in fact, know about his powers. And probably at least at some point of his childhood, he was informed about his mother's past as the master of earth too. And at first, Lilly would tell him about their power, even try to teach him things maybe.
But seeing how the way of the ninja treated her, she starts to pull away from the idea. When Cole asks her more about the powers, she starts to brush him off. It's sometimes "I don't know", sometimes she says she doesn't feel good enough for a lesson. She changed her mind because she fears what happened to her will happen to Cole.
Because after some point, Lilly had no real choice. She was always crushed by the expectations, made to believe she was always responsible for the world's safety. If she could really make her choice, she would chose to stay with her family. But she was made to believe it's "selfish" to choose that.
She fears teaching Cole will take this choice from him too. Once you become a ninja, you never retire. Maybe after her realisation, Lilly changed her mind completely and wasn't happy with the idea of Cole being a ninja.
In Crystalized, yes Crystalized, as much as I don't enjoy it all that much, there is a dialogue between Wu and Nelson that will always be so important to me. It's where Wu says something about how he is not going to send kids to Overlord's hands, and Nelson says "that never stopped you before".
I don't hate Wu, I'm between liking him and being neutral about him actually, but this line hits hard and it's supposed to.
Because Wu IS a part of the problem and this line finally shoves it onto the faces of the viewer. It's always "ninja never quit" and "ninja must help others", but it's never a reminder that ninja are still human beings and the ninja way is ruining them.
I think Lilly is a solid example of that. How they took Lilly's will to help others and turned it against her and her well-being, both mentally and physically. She is a good example because she is not a ninja who went evil after a sudden event. They slowly, gradually ruined her. That's what makes Lilly a good example of just how fucked the ninja way can be.
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Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents [pt. 4]
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[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]
Author’s note: So, I decided to make this a finally of this series and it’s kind of sad, sorry for that. But I thought it would be an interesting idea to explore. Hope you’ll enjoy :3
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* As years go by, you keep getting older and maturing mentally. And yet, forever trapped in the body of a little child.
* The vampires often notice how melancholic you sometimes become at the prospect of never aging and each one of them tries to help you in a different way.
* Viago does his best to treat you like an adult.
* No matter how adorable you are and how much he got used to acting like you’re his baby, he realises that you are a fully grown person and have been for a while now, so it hurts when he keeps babying you.
* He discusses more serious topics with you, stops constantly trying to protect you from ‘bad influence’ or nurture you with some kind of a moral. Soon enough, he notices just how much you’ve changed with time (in a good way) and it stings a bit to know that his silly little kid is no more.
* Viago knows it’s a part of life, but it’s one that is a bit complicated for him to accept. He tries his best for you.
* Vladislav goes out of his way to act like nothing happened with you.
* He keeps on talking to you in the same way he always does, because he feels like comfortable enough as is, you won’t be thinking about how it could be and it would help you embrace the situation you are in.
* He avoids saying anything age-specific or commenting on the way you look, to not accidentally remind you and send you spiralling again. But in the end, he won’t be able to avoid it forever and you’d end up having a very emotional conversation.
* He’s truly very empathetic towards your problems. Vlad knows it can’t be easy to not fit in with neither adult, nor children. But he has no idea how to help.
* Deacon makes sure to let you know how much being an adult and having an adult body sucks ass, so you’ll feel better.
* He starts complaining about body aches, having to commit tax fraud, then hypnotise people into thinking you never committed tax fraud, having to do boring chores, having responsibilities and so on.
* It was really easy to know he was doing it for you, because he literally never complained about it before (aside from chores), so you told him it’s not necessary and he got a bit upset, that his plan didn’t work.
* But Deacon didn’t give up. He decided on a plan and told the others about it. Vlad agreed right away, but Viago protested for a bit, before ultimately giving in for your own good.
* They hunted down the very vampire who turned you all those years ago and did the only thing they knew could help your situation.
* That’s right, you’ve guessed it, they killed him.
* Once they came back home, they found a completely unknown adult person having a nervous breakdown in the living room.
* They quickly recognised it to be you, just aged way past your childhood, and explained to you the mechanics of what they did.
* This was a strange relief to be alive once again and you couldn’t be happier to finally get to live a normal life, but the vampires weren’t that delighted.
* Of course, they were happy for you, but they knew they’d miss having you beside them at all times. They might not admit it outright, but they got very attached to you.
* You had to spend the whole night reassuring them, that you’ll still come over every chance you get and stay up to spend time with them.
* And you stuck with your promise. Despite all of these big changes, you still remained their “kid”, that they’ll always welcome in their house, no matter what.
Not them Guillermo-ing the reader lmao
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