#i like the thought of him like. being able to kill. realising that sometimes some ideas (such as what grimmel and drago represent)

[drakyns]

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—

[blvdprn]

CW: dark, necrophilia technically (IF I MADE IT INTO A FIC ISTG IT WLD HV A GOOD REASON PLZ), dub-con (i swear), gore, unstable reader, cannibalism, reeeaaaally vague sex

pre-zombie!bf who’d always set up a sleeping place and make it as cozy as possible just for you. it didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the forest, a store, a rundown mall—he’d always try to make you feel comfortable just like before the apocalypse.

pre-zombie!bf who scolded you every time you put yourself in harms way for him. it didn’t matter if he could defend himself or not, you were always doing it because you loved him.

pre-zombie!bf who did the same thing you did even if it was subconsciously. he was such a hypocrite and he didn’t even notice, but you did.

pre-zombie!bf who gave you a weird look when you asked him if he’d still love you if you were a zombie. then gave you another weird look when you asked him if he’d let you love him even if he were a man eating cannibalistic rotting walking corpse. he said yes (at some point…) to both.

pre-zombie!bf who sometimes went on secret runs while you were asleep in a safe spot. he wanted to scavenge for food and other necessities without you being in danger.

pre-zombie!bf who got stupidly bit on one of those secret runs like an idiot. he cried a little, he wasn’t going to lie. so he decided he wanted to at least cherish your last moments together.

pre-zombie!bf who started acting weird. getting a little more touchy, a little more loving. he began to be a little more emotional and open. you weren’t sure why, but you had a horrible gut feeling.

pre-zombie!bf who wanted one last night with you. but when he asked, you said no. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to, it was just… maybe that horrible feeling you had was a warning that something was going to happen if you were distracted.

pre-zombie!bf who got really fucking sad. but it was fine, he was still going to spend his last minute with you until he couldn’t.

pre-zombie!bf who snuck out and ran away as far as he could to not hurt you. he tied himself to a tree instead of killing himself—not wanting to use a weapon because he wanted to leave them all to you.

pre-zombie!bf who didn’t realise you noticed him leaving. you thought he wanted to take a huge shit or something, which is why you didn’t go after him until your head slammed onto the floor, realising that you fell asleep.

zombie!bf who you found biting and growling into the air as you approached. when you finally understood why he was acting strange, you immediately regretted not having one last intimate moment just like he wanted.

zombie!bf who no matter what you did, wouldn’t snap out of it. not like you had much hope anyway, but it never hurt to try, right?

zombie!bf who you didn’t have the guts to kill or leave alone tied like an animal. he launched at you as soon as you untied him, but you were able to hold him back.

zombie!bf who you couldn’t let go of. so now after a week, he had his arms chained behind his back with a pipe tied against his mouth. you used him to lure other zombies away—even in death he kept saving you.

zombie!bf who even with the complexion of a corpse and see through veins, still looked beautiful in your eyes.

zombie!bf who you remembered was almost begging for sex the last time you talked to him. and as you saw him slowly start to dehydrate from hunger, you decided to give him the last piece of love that he wanted so bad.

zombie!bf who aside from the unnatural growls, sounded as sweet as when he was human.

zombie!bf who’s metal pipe lay beside him as you put one of your fingers in his mouth, letting him bite it off for him to feed and for you to finally join him in shared demise.

zombie!bf who chewed on the given bone and flesh as he drank the blood that accompanied it.

zombie!bf who heard your pained groans and sad sniffs because you weren’t strong enough to go through more pain no matter how much you loved him. and as you fainted, his eyes began to get clearer and clearer.

zombie!bf who’s brain wasn’t so dead anymore.

[giannaln4]

Do You Miss Me?

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.

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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.

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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.

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

Crawl home to you- Bob Reynolds x reader

Chapter one

Summary: Ever since you had met Bob inside the vault, your life had took a drastic turn, one there was no coming back from. Through helping him deal with his struggles, you were able to heal your own scars. However, untold truths, silent battles and reassuring lies start to break apart all you've built together.

Warnings: Mentions of sh, blood, scars. Light swearing. And of course, heartbreak.

A/N: So I had originally intended for this fic to be short and sweet with a slight hint of angst. But it got way longer and angsty than I thought so I've divided the whole thing into chapters. So I apologise in advance if the chapter endings seem abrupt because it wasn't written that way. Also this is my first Bob fic so there might be a lot of mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated!

Word count: 1,034

It had all started when you’d been conned by Valentina.

You’d been sent by her to put down John Walker who she claimed to be stealing files from OX and it had resulted in you, John, Yelena, and Ava finding out that the wretched woman had sent you all there to kill each other.

And of course, there was Bob.

Sweet, simple and incredibly awkward Bob.

The moment he’d appeared out of a box, you had a feeling to protect him, no matter what it cost you, to care for him more than anything or anyone you had ever cared for.

And that had never changed.

Even after you had saved New York from almost being swallowed in indefinite darkness alongside your new group and later on being declared as "The New Avengers", you’d look for Bob at every corner.

You resided at the Watchtower, formerly known as the Avengers tower, along with the rest of your team.

On most days when you weren’t working, everyone would find themselves something to get occupied in.

Sometimes they’d pick fights with each other over anything, other times they’d be hanging out watching a movie or going out somewhere.

But not Bob.

You’d always find him tucked away in some quiet corner, a book in his hands.

He did partake in the group activities but kept to himself mostly, unless of course Yelena or you would include him.

And without realising it, you'd began seeking him in every corner. You had started to find your comfort, your solace, in his presence.

With him, you were able to forget all your own struggles, your own pain, your own addiction.

Helping him heal, somehow made you feel like you were healing yourself.

You’d started your morning as usual, grumpy enough to stab someone until you had your coffee.

You sighed as you walked into the kitchen, dressed in your usual sweatpants and a t- shirt that hung loosely on your shoulders.

You reached out to the coffee machine to fill your mug, only to find it licked clean.

You looked around, shooting daggers at the entire team with merely a glare, “Okay, who drank all of the coffee again?” you asked.

“It was Alex-” Alexei darted out of the room just as Yelena pointed a finger at him.

You let out an annoyed grunt. “Seriously? Again?”.

“Just make some more” John spoke up, rather casually.

“Oh yeah” you raised an eyebrow. ‘Why dont you just fuck off?” you snapped.

“Jeeeeesus” he raised his hands in defense, backing away.

Before you turned to, grudgingly, make some more, your mug was gently pushed towards you on the counter.

You looked up to see Bob giving you a tight-lipped smile. “Here” he lifted his shoulders hesitantly.

“I saved up some for you”.

You picked up the mug, a surprised look on your face, and much to everyone's surprise, you smiled at him. “Thank you Bob”.

He seemed to relax at your words. “Y-yeah of course” he smiled, brushing away a few loose strands of his hair.

He then turned away, walking towards the couch cradling his own cup in his hands.

You shift your gaze away from him to see the rest of the group staring at you as if you’d walked in wearing a chicken costume.

“What?’ you asked, puzzled by their reaction.

Yelena just shook her in dismay, but you caught a glimpse of her chuckling.

The tower was quiet, except for the sound of the music playing through your headphones.

Half of the group; Bucky, John and Ava had gone out on a mission.

Aexei had gone out with Yelena, something about him declaring it to be a ‘daddy daughter day’ to which Yelena had simply pressed her lips and nodded in agreement.

It wasn’t long until you could feel the growling of your stomach when you decided to venture out to the kitchen, in hopes of finding something edible.

After failing to find anything, you decided to cook something, despite being a terrible cook.

And sure enough, ten minutes into the task, you managed to burn your hand.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, as the pan dropped from your hand with a loud thud.

You shook your hand vigorously, an angry red blooming at the side already.

“What happened!?” you heard a voice behind you, loud yet calm.

You pulled your headphones down to your neck as you turned around.

And there he was.

Standing with a wide-eyed gaze in a grey sweatshirt, was Bob.

“Oh Bob” you said, equally surprised by the sight of him.

“Hi,” you gave a small wave with your unburnt hand, having completely forgotten about the pain.

“Your hand," he registered, moving closer to you.

“Oh this”, you turned your hand sideways, examining it briefly.

“Turns out cooking is not exactly my forte.” you shrugged.

“But don’t worry” you shook your hand. “It’s not a major injury or anything, I'll just rub some ice on it”.

“N- no no” he said. “It can get worse that way".

He brushed a few strands of his hair back. “I’ll get the ointment hold on”.

And before you could say anything else, he rushed out.

He was back in a few seconds, a white tube in one hand.

He shifted closer to you. “Let me see,” he said, his voice low, patient.

He met your gaze.

You brought your hand out in front of him.

Slowly, he placed his hand below yours, picking it up gently to examine it.

He then took some of the ointment on his finger, gently applying it to the burn.

“It’s- it’s not really a big deal, Bob” you spoke, breaking the silence. “I've handled worse” you gave a slight chuckle.

He met your gaze, “Doesn’t mean you have to,” he said, his voice like a gentle autumn breeze, tugging at the edges of your coat.

He then shifted his focus back to his work, a small crease forming between his brows as he focused.

You gazed at him, unable to comprehend the moment.

You weren’t used to any of this, being cared for, being handled gently,but he did it anyway.

And you let him

[mistress-indistress]

Tw. Dark content, dacryphillia, drug use, intoxicated sex, thoughts of murder, toxic relationship but he loves you in his own fucked up way.

🖤Pretty pearly tears cascade down your face, he knows ur hearts aching, and he tries, he really does. But the tent in his pants get tighter everytime you sniffle, and sob harder against his chest.

He loves the way your face shines with your tears and the pitiful look you get on your face whenever you both watch some shitty Disney movie or an emotional romcom. He prefers more violent movies but he's willing to sit through all the shitty romcoms if it means you'll cry for him.

🖤 He threatens tells you that maybe the relationship has run its course, of course his words hold no true honor or promise. But to you? To you they're the heaveist words ever said, even after the heated, borderline bipolar argument you two had.

Maybe if you were more smarter or loved him less, you would realise that he just loved to see you come running back to him, to see you emotionally distressed, all because of Him.

🖤He just loves to have you dependent on him, and maybe that's why you find yourself leaning on him, high off of some coke. He assured you, " It's just a little bump baby, you won't even feel it." as he held the ivory powder on the tip of his finger pad near your nose.

He was utterly wrong about you not being able to feel anything, because you felt every fucking thing. And maybe it was a good thing because you could also feel him deep inside you, so deep as he plowed into you cruely, relentless and unforgiving. "Maybe I should get you coked up more often, huh? You could be my little coke whore.

🖤Sometimes he can't decide if he wants to marry you or kill you. He hates the amount of effect you unknowingly have on him. It's pathetically demoralising, for him to be at the beck and call of a foolish girl. He wonders if your love, are they shackles put on him or do they make him free? After all, the most jarring experience for a prisoner is to have freedom

He contemplates for a moment, should he get rid of you? Free himself from this weakness? He knows a breakup is useless, as long as your breathing, he can't keep himself away. Only death would have to do, but even then he's not sure if even death can keep him apart from you.

A/N: Hii I'm so sorry if it's too much, this was my first time writing dark content. Sorry for any grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

I've always felt that dark content was something very cathartic as it lets people express themselves to the fullest without getting shamed.

Once again, the warnings are there, if you don't like it, you are more than free to leave, no need to be mean.

Ps. This is so gitae/ sukuna coded❤️ AHHH

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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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lionsroar12 follow

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

dregsundrained

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

me: I think I hauve the queen's lady

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[desireangel]

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.   

-

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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[thatghostinyourbog]

THIS SCENE

THIS FUCKING SCENE

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

Atsushi never doubted Dazais humanity

They're all just human

And they're all trying to live to be better people

[walkingstackofbooks]

"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.

[haobubbles]

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

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.

[theemporium]

❤️ 27 quinn Hughes

(Have a great day love)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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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[wonton4rang]

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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.

[smakonca]

not an art request, but i dont mind if it turns into one!! I hope this is not a bother hehe,, would you like to talk more about the dynamic of Horror and Dust maybe? Or even with Killer, Horror and Dust because i am so curious about how you imagine them 👀

Have a great day 🌸

Well, to be honest I don't really have one particular dynamic for any of them. It's just certain situations I would like them to engage in.

Having one and only route for character development/interaction is quite tiring for me.

One thing that I would always like to see being explored more in MTT's relationship is their realisation that there are basically the same guy whose fate has changed under certain circumstances.

You could always say. Nah, they're just too tired/apathetic to think about that. But we're got to remember that some time ago they all were Sans. And Sans may hide behind his silly attitude and laziness, but still is pretty damn smart. And we receive our confirmation once he gives us keys to his room.

So I would want to imagine all getting genuinely curious about each other.

Dust has been alone in his Au for god knows how long. Horror eventually became apathetic during his starvation and lack of hope in Horrortale (basically he's bored). And Killer is just a cunning little brat that loves to crawl under people's skin and observe them (sometimes quite literally). Their background already makes them kinda invested in exploring each other’s differences.

That offers an extremely interesting interaction between them as individuals as it raises some very interesting questions.

Is it weird to get attached to your own version? Basically to yourself? What do you think towards someone who you could have become under different circumstances? Do you think you would have acted differently if you put yourself into the other's shoes? But how? If you basically look at a very distorted mirror. Then... What parts of yourself can you truly call yours? Where is that line between you and them?

Would it cause some sort of existential crisis? Perhaps not. But I think a huge will for observation or interest may appear.

Again. Them developing some sort of attachment is almost inevitable. A healthy one? Doubt it. But a bond indeed.

But this raises even more questions among them.

Why would you get attached to another version of yourself? Because you understand, sympathize? Because you don't want to be alone? Or because you want to know parts of yourself you never thought you had? Or maybe something entirely different?

That philosophical part of their bond is never really being explored much. But perhaps that's just me being a nerd.

Horror and Dusts relationship is intriguing because among the other Au sanses these two didn't change that much from their original version (compared to the others at least). This fact alone allows them to bond much faster as they both have a lot in common.

But we have to bear in mind that MTT's relationship will always start with no amount of trust whatsoever. Even more trust is taken away from Horror once he realises that Killer and Dust basically killed their Papyruses. That instantly may prevent him from trying to get familiar with them whatsoever. Or... Or... He would be able to sympathize somehow? After all, he did indeed robbed his own Au of its only chance of salvation (because he was blinded by his revenge).

Their bond at first will most definitely start to build so as to put up with each other's shit. Cause they all kinda have this tendency to become violent and unstable. It won't be safe for them not to know at least something about each other.

Then... Their next step in the relationship depends. Whether you would like to keep things as they are... Or be a doomed lover for a freaky found family trope like me and let your imagination develop further.

Again. I don't have a particular image of their interactions. Because most of the time for me it's all about "what ifs". What if characters did this or came to this? Keeping the characters consistent with their motivations and personality is important, but I'm here for fun and entertainment. So sometimes I step away from logic and let my imagination flow.

Especially when it comes to character interactions. And oh boy, how many "what ifs" do I have.

What if Dust is more talkative around Horror? Because he isn't unstable like Killer (for the most part) and resembles his past self more? What if his usual silence is broken once Horror is around? What if both of them engage in conversations about their past and Horror cursing at his Undyne? And Dust suddenly getting bad memories from all of that? What if Dust and Horror often go to sleep at the same time and then joke about that? What if Horror is the only one who understands Dust non verbally (especially when he just stays silent and stares)?

What if all three of them become slightly more understanding towards times when they are out of their mind? Slowly learning each other's tricks and stunts? Whether it is Dust's hallucinations, Killer's stage swaps or Horror's famine panics.

What if Killer and Horror finish the job, killing people for Dust during their missions so he wouldn't get anxious? What if Dust steals different food for Horror? What if Killer leaves his plate dirty or throws food away in front of Horror's face just to piss him off? What if Dust is constantly annoyed by Killer because he is more loud and expressive than Horror (and less predictable as a result)? Or is it because Killer shows little no remorse for his killing spree? (As it seems at first of course)

What if Killer and Dust eventually have a long talk about their existence, cursing at players who ruined their lives? What if Killer shows tricks or two about Nightmare or his castle? (whether because he truly cares or some sort of tactical decision) What if Horror is the one to criticize Nightmare on his bullshit because he is used to protecting people he cares about from authorities (like he did with Undyne, keeping her away from Snowdin)?

What if all three of them engage in something silly together and reminisce about the past? What if they all go for a walk during winter and Nightmare is the only one who complains about the cold while three of them start making puns and wordplays about snow just to annoy the hell out of him?

What if Killer goes back and forth deciding whether or not he truly cares for his teammates? Or is it just his desire to feel something new? And eventually he will get bored once their behavior becomes too predictable for him? What if he is scared of becoming the one who views them as just walking pixels who talk and do things?

What if they banter about different views on life? Or make competitions to see who tells the worst joke?

What if in the end they all become something more than just broken skeletons? Something more than just teammates bounded by gruesome fate? Something more than just crazy maniacs with blood and dust on their hands? Something so much more...

Have a mini comic which I did thinking about your ask. And have a great day too!

Credits:

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale

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Arcane Connection AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Silco Lives, Bottom Silco, Shimmer as Medicine, Their souls AND dicks are connected

AU where, because of his strong emotional connection with Silco, Viktor starts to gain control of the Arcane instead of vice versa.

Instead of the commune, he's able to operate out of The Last Drop because he's partnered with Silco.

Viktor starting to be able to choose how he looks, instead of it just happening to him because Jayce killed him.

Also because he has access to shimmer including the variants, Viktor is able to handle the transitions better.

Viktor no longer looking so spindly, but not looking beefy at all.

He just looks healthy, but purple.

Viktor keeps his face and hair, but can summon a mask if needed. He finds his favorite thing to do after he regains his strength and coordination is dance with Silco.

Without having to lean on him or rest a foot on Silco's the whole time. 

And Silco enjoys not having to lead all the time.

Silco getting to be twirled and dipped is so *Chefs Kiss*

The first time Viktor tried to dip Silco, they fell over though, because he didn't realise how heavy Silco was because he'd never had to take his weight before.

Silco being surprised (once the two of them stop laughing) when Viktor is on top of him on the floor, kneeling between his legs without any hint of pain.

Viktor smirking and leaning down to kiss Silco, then wrapping his arms around Silco and pulling him up into his lap.

Silco letting out a startled noise, legs moving to wrap around Viktor for some extra security. His face and neck both feel so hot. Silco hasn't been on someone's lap in what feels like a lifetime.

Viktor loves that he can hold Silco like this finally, and can feel the arcane flow though his body as he kisses Silco's cheek and neck.

One hand is cradling the back of Silco's flushed neck and the other is gripping his hip with an easy strength.

Viktor breathes "I've wanted to do this for so long" against Silco's neck as he pulls Silco down against his large cock so that Silco can feel him getting hard.

Silco chuckles a bit, grinding down and causing Viktor to let out a gasp. "It's been a while," he says, arms tightening around Viktor's neck. "But you've had a habit of making me feel young lately"

"It must be the Arcane," Viktor murmurs. "Sometimes I feel like it wants to burst out of me."

"Maybe there's a transference," Silco hums, leaning back a bit to allow one hand to sneak between their bodies, beginning to unfasten Viktor's pants. "There's something with me--with us that enhances it. I feel it too"

When Silco sinks down on him, when Viktor cradles Silco's face and presses their foreheads together, Silco feels a stronger rush of energy through him and then gets a glimpse of that cosmic space.

Silco never thought Viktor would make him ACTUALLY see stars.

There is absolutely a transference when Viktor cums in Silco. Silco can feel it all the way up his spine and then spread out through his body.

The next day, Silco's infected cheek looks less black.

His aging joints don't hurt as much.

He stands a bit straighter.

Him slamming a fist on his desk when he gets infuriating news, and the wood freaking cracks and splinters in a circle around his fist

"uh, Viktor?"

Viktor pausing on his way past the office, and glancing in at Silco staring down at his fist still resting on the desk.

When Silco picks up his fist, he sees that the side that hit the desk is purple, like Viktor. 

Silco looks up at Viktor. "I believe something is happening to me."

Viktor staring at that patch of purple and feeling a swell of unease, and a mixture of guilt and shame.

Because that hadn't happened until after he started fucking Silco while affected by the Arcane.

Viktor also starts to notice Silco's scar looking more like the hexcore as well, shifting from red to a deep purple. 

"I never intended to..." Viktor steps towards Silco. "The hexcore seems to be affecting you through me"

Silco doesn't answer, but his lips thin. He holds his hand, rubbing his thumb over the patch of purple.

"Am I going to lose control of this? Of myself?"

"I don't...I don't know," Viktor sighs. "Something like this--like me, has never happened before. Someone mundane has never become able to access the Arcane until now. The side effects are mostly unknown." Viktor looks over at Silco's hands. "Does it hurt?"

"Tingles," Silco answers quietly, looking down at the patch. "Not quite itchy, but almost."

Silco licks his lips.

"Fades when you touch me."

When Viktor reaches his hand out and Silco grabs it, it's like an electric circuit has been completed between them and the pressure of the current is released. Viktor immediately brings himself closer, pulling Silco to him, sighing as the feeling runs through his body, flowing between them.

Silco tips his face into Viktor's shoulder, and just let's that feeling flood through him

"I'm sorry," Viktor mumbles, kissing Silco's hair. "I didn't mean for...this"

Silco curls a hand into the back of Viktor's sweater. He doesn't want to admit, but part of him is....afraid.

Over the next few days, it starts to spread across Silco's hand and it reminds Viktor of his own hand. Silco is still injecting Shimmer into his eye daily and Viktor starts to wonder if that is assisting as well.

The injections start to feel....easier.

Less painful.

More exhilarating

The last few times Viktor has helped with the injection, Silco practically jumps him, shoving him onto the couch in his office and grinding down on him. He's like a man possessed.

Viktor struggling to gather his wits enough to stop him because every fibre of his being wants.

Wants to feel Silco on him, around him, under him.

And wants to pump him full.

"I need you," Silco breathes, tugging on Viktor's clothes. 

When Viktor catches a glimpse of Silco's eyes, their usual blue and red were replaced with lavender and indigo.

Seeing it makes something inside Viktor pulse, and the next thing he knows, Silco is on his back on the couch and Viktor has torn straight through Silco's clothes, the ripping sound loud in the office.

Silco isn't sure how he's already so open and wet, but he isn't going to argue, especially with Viktor already pushing into him. He moans as he feels Viktor slide in, like the last puzzle piece of his soul slotting into place.

Silco digging his fingers into Viktor's shoulders as he starts to see that cosmic space again, every time his lashes flutter.

He feels like he's floating in space, like he can feel everything, but also knows that he's pinned to the couch, that his legs are wrapped around Viktor's waist like a vice.

When Viktor is inside of Silco it feels like he can see the universe, spread out in front of him. He can feel Silco, so close to him and so joined, but he sees the arcane with a clarity that only comes with him near.

Downstairs, people can hear the drag of the couch shifting across the floor while Viktor rails Silco like there's no tomorrow

Everyone is like "yea Silco destroy that twink" but Sevika is the only one that knows which twink is actually getting destroyed.

After, when the urge feels sated, the two of them are just stretched out and panting on the couch. 

For once, Silco's body doesn't complain about being railed. If anything, he feels better than he did before.

Silco runs his hand through Viktor's hair, watching his purple fingers glide through the mass of brown and white. 

"Like you, it seems the shimmer has been helping to ease the transition," Silco observes.

Arch + Woods

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Broken Legs - Part 2

Bodhi Durran x OC (Evelyn Lyford) OC masterpost ☆ Masterlist

3.6k words ☆ Part 2 of 2 (but I may want to do a part 3 so lmk if you're interested) Part 1 here

This took waaaay longer to finish (I am in the middle of exams rn so I don't know what I was expecting) than I expected but it's finally here!!!

Warnings: Nimh being a bit murdery, description of mending a broken bone (not fun), references to some evie lore that may involve some childhood trauma (not specified), tiny mention of blood, bodhi being adorable, dain being a bit of an idiot

(please let me know if I missed anything)

“Good, you’re awake.” Is the first thing I hear as I open my eyes but that doesn’t make any sense because, even through my slightly bleary eyes, I can’t see anyone around. Aside from the first year in a bed at the other end of the room, who looks like she’s got a really bad cold and is a little high, there’s no one else here. Parker’s shift in the infirmary ended while I was asleep, if it’s the time I think it is, Nolan left quite quickly after he mended my legs and Bodhi eventually gave in to my insistence that I would fine if he left me for a bit to go to his classes. I take a quick look around the room just to make sure I’m not blatantly ignoring someone. I’m not, there’s no one else here. So what-

“Sometimes I question why I chose you when you’re this stupid.”

“Ah, hi Nimh.”

“How are the legs?” She asks. Greeting people normally is not something she finds easy so, the majority of the time, she just doesn’t make any attempts.

“They ache but, you know, not broken anymore so…”

Nolan had mended me earlier. Mending, a deceptive name for what he is able to do. Yes, he does technically mend but there’s a sort of gentleness to that word that does not translate to the actual process of mending bones. I hadn’t expected it either, I’d never broken a bone whilst in the quadrant before. My only experience with menders was with a cadet in the second wing, last year, who was one. She’d had a go at mending some bruises I’d received on the mat, nothing too major (I had won the match, after all) and easy enough for a first year who was only just learning to use their signet. The mending felt odd but not uncomfortable, it was warm and tingly like someone had just brushed their lips on my skin. But mending bone, that’s a whole other sensation. Less a sensation and more like something has spectacularly exploded and embedded itself into all the broken bits of bone to furiously jam them back together all while shockwaves from the explosion pulse through your nerves and make you wish you could just have broken legs forever and ever. Menders now terrify me. Imagine what they could do if they actually tried to hurt you.

Bodhi was with me the whole time. Like a single tent peg that’s managed to keep the flailing tent tethered to the ground in the middle of a hurricane. Holding my hands, in part, to counter me and also to comfort. To tether me to reality, be my rock, my anchor, my gravity.

He stayed for a little while after, still holding my hand, occasionally whispering soft little utterances, in Tyrrish (I’d asked him to teach me after I heard him speak it quietly to himself), to me. Until I realised he was missing History.

“What is your plan with the squad leader?” Nimh’s voice cuts through my thoughts sharply although there’s the tiniest hint in her tone that reminds me of when I would conspire with my best friend back home.

“Unfortunately it’s against the codex to kill him.”

“Not for me, it isn’t.” And she’s back to the bloodthirsty dragon I’m used to.

“I appreciate the offer but I’m not feeling up to taking over his responsibilities. It’s hard enough being his executive officer.” I reply as a new healer enters the infirmary to start their rounds. Shouldn’t be bad with a grand total of two people in their care at the moment.

“I had forgotten that it may affect your leadership position. Now I think we should definitely kill him.”

“No, we’re not killing him for… what is your obsession with power?”

“Why do you not want more power?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Because this shit is difficult enough as it is.” I bite back. At the same time, two infantry cadets stumble into the infirmary. One with a jagged bleeding cut across his cheek and the other clutching his side like his internal organs are going to fall out. I highly doubt they are, I can’t even spot any blood. Though, that doesn’t rule out internal bleeding so I’ll let him off the hook for the dramatics. For now.

“And you are perfectly capable…” Right, I’m still having a conversation and… hang on-

“Whoa, is that a compliment?”

“You have ruined it now.” Nimh’s voice is now devoid of any emotion, making me smile a little.

“You still complimented me.”

“We still don’t have a plan for the squad leader.”

I see the healer take note of the infantry cadets and I swear she lets out a small exasperated sigh. I think she’s a first year. Huh, so much for an easy shift.

“Smooth topic change.”

“Plan.” Yep. There is not a single ounce of emotion in her voice now. My poor emotionally repressed dragon.

“How about I give him my notes on the first year's matches late?”

There’s silence from her end but I know she’s still listening.

“What? It’s Dain! That will drive him up the wall.”

Still, silence.

“I’ll do it for a full two months.”

“Better.”

“Are you going to do something to mess with Cath?”

“Obviously.”

“Are you gonna tell me what it is?”

“No.”

I guess I’ll find out when it happens then.

The first year has started to stitch up the cut on the first guy’s cheek. I’m fighting a small smirk that wants to form on my lips at his more than uncomfortable state.

Nimh’s voice creeps into my mind once again. “Enlighten me as to why you’re taking pleasure in this unknown man’s pain.”

Odd phrasing.

“I have my reasons.” She knows why, she just wants me to say it.

“Infantry?”

I’m half tempted not to reply and then fully tempted as the door opens allowing me to feign being distracted by the new visitor. The door appears to open on its own at first and I briefly consider the possibility of ghosts. I’m quickly starting to get bored in here.

To either my relief or disappointment, it’s not ghosts. It’s someone pushing the door open with their back. Someone tall with a dark head of curls holding a tray in their arms. They step away from the door letting it swing back to close and then pause momentarily. Warm brown searching eyes meet mine and instantly soften. I lift my hand from where it’s been resting on my side and give Bodhi a subtle wave. As if the floor is propelling him, he springs toward my bed with a small smile gracing his lips.

“Ah,” Nimh chuckles. “He’s here. That’s why your mind has gone all fuzzy.”

I ignore her and the sparkling navy presence in my mind ebbs away a little.

I can now see the items he’s holding that forced him to make his almost spectral entrance. Two plates piled with steaming food and a book. My book, which had been hastily turned upside down with the pages still open on my bedside table after Imogen violently banged on my door to get me out and down to breakfast on time. My book, which is now carefully placed on a tray in my boyfriend’s arms with a navy blue ribbon poking out the pages marking where I left off. He’s a godsdamn angel.

“Dinner is served milady.” he proclaims solemnly, placing the tray on the small wooden table to my left.

“Hello.”

“Hi. How are you feeling darling?” He sits in his chair from this morning and immediately grasps my hand to kiss it softly.

“Bored.”

He bites back a smile.

“Not quite what I meant. How are your legs?”

I let out a small sigh and squeeze his hand. “They feel alright, a bit achy but good.”

Bodhi hums in response, his too-pretty eyes flitting over to where the first year healer is still sorting out the two infantry cadets. “They gonna let you go tonight?”

“Not sure. I’ve only just woken up but I feel fine enough.” He nods. “You didn’t have to bring me dinner by the way.” I murmur whilst shifting myself into more of a sitting position.

“Yes, I did. You haven’t eaten all day and…” He hesitates though the words are on the tip of his tongue “I’ve also gone far too long without seeing you.”

I narrow my eyes at him but the corner of my mouth lifts slightly when I see how he’s still focused intensely on me like it’s his one and only purpose in life.

“You sap.”

“I’m very aware.” He states before shuffling forward in his seat slightly to take a plate and fork off of the tray. “Now, eat or I’ll feed you myself.” He leans over to pass them to me.

‘I’d like to see you try.’ I lift my chin a little.

“Oh yeah?” Before I can even register what’s happening Bodhi is reaching across with a fork aiming straight for my mouth. I duck and hide my face in the pillow resting behind me.

“That was not actually an invitation, Bodhi Durran! You ass!” I groan into the pillow and raise my hand to flip him off. He takes said hand in his own and pulls me by the arm away from the pillow. My eyes are shut, he doesn’t deserve to be looked at after pulling that, but I can hear him laughing. Quiet little fits of giggles at my perfectly valid reaction to him trying to feed me like I’m a petulant child. I fold my arms over my chest, opening my eyes slowly as if that will prepare me for another fork attack. He’s stopped laughing now but his face is lit up in a smile that causes the skin around the outer corner of his eyes to crease a little. I take the plate from him avoiding eye contact so I don’t accidently contract a strain of his infectious smile. Staring straight at the plate in my lap seems the best option at the moment. My stomach rumbles at the sight in front of me. I am fucking starving.

“How was your day anyway?” I ask in between mouthfuls.

I hear him chuckle slightly before answering. “Fine. Good. Well, not good. I missed you.”

At that, I do look at him, eyebrows raised, corner of my mouth lifting.

“Hey, I wasn’t the only one.” He defends. “Imogen was in a foul mood today. I’d say she missed you too.”

“Imogen’s always in a foul mood. That means nothing.” I point out as he takes the other plate on the tray and begins eating. Something in Bodhi’s eyes shifts.

“Well,” he begins. “she was excessively pissed about something but she wouldn’t say what…” he trails off, looking at me pointedly.

I bite my lip and slowly put down my fork as I realise what he’s getting at. He still doesn’t know what happened. Probably still thinks someone’s out there waiting to try and kill me again which they aren’t. No one tried to kill me in the first place but his adorable yet seriously paranoid ass likely thinks they did. I did get knocked off the top of my dragon and only broke both of my legs, after all.

“Look…” I start but then-

“Hey! Sorry if I’m interrupting. I just need to do a couple checks and then I think I can go get one of my professors to discharge you.” It’s the first year, oblivious to the heavy cloud of awkwardness that is hovering above Bodhi and me.

I turn to her with a smile. That's my best attempt at not being awkward but pretending I’m fine when I’m not has never been my strong suit. “Yeah. Sure whatever you need to do.”

And she’s off straightening out my legs and staring at them as if she can see through the skin to the newly mended bone. She notes something down on the clipboard she’s holding and then turns to me again.

“I need to see how you’re walking now so if you want to get up and just walk to the other side of the room.”

I nod and start to get up out of the bed, swinging my legs to one side and letting my feet touch the floor. I can feel the cold through my socks and it sends a small shiver up my body. Bodhi reaches out a hand to pull me up and I take it without hesitation. His hands are warm and comforting like always, unless he’s been outside without gloves for too long, and his thumb brushes over the back of my hand like it’s muscle memory by now. He doesn’t say anything though. I doubt he will until I start talking. I glance at his face briefly, there’s a small crease between his eyebrows and his eyes look far away like their souls have wandered off into the depths of his mind. He’s shut down, worrying, wondering why I haven’t told him what happened. And, honestly, I am too. He’s my boyfriend for fucks sake.

The second Bodhi lets go of my hand to allow me to walk, I’m cold all over again and there’s a bone-deep ache in my legs that makes me wince.

The healer- I really should ask her name- notices and helpfully adds “It might hurt a bit but we’re just checking everything’s back in the right place and not causing massive amounts of pain. However, if anything does feel wrong, say.”

I take a breath and step forward. One foot in front of the other. It hurts but only because I feel a bit stiff. The sharp stabs I felt this morning are long gone. I turn around when I make it to the other side of the room and the first year is right back to making a note on her clipboard. She looks up quickly and says “Okay, I can go get one of my professors and you’ll be good to go.”

Five minutes later, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on my boots as Bodhi puts our half-eaten dinner plates back on the tray next to my untouched book. He’s moving slowly, his mind still far away, worrying when he shouldn’t be. I can’t take this anymore.

“It was an accident.” I blurt.

Bodhi looks at me with furrowed brows. “What?”

“The whole falling off Nimh thing. No one was trying to kill me like I know you think they did.”

He opens his mouth to say something.

“No. Let me finish. I was standing at the top of Nimh’s leg, about to dismount, when another dragon was coming into the flight field a little too low. They went straight over Nimh and me and the gust blew me off. They didn’t mean to be flying that low over us. It was an accident. No one is trying to kill me, and it most certainly wasn’t because of you.”

He nods slowly and then quickly sits beside me on the bed. His soft brown eyes meet mine and he says “You’re sure? Because if someone was-”

“I’m sure. Stop worrying baby.”

I take Bodhi’s hands in mine and a wide grin lights up the rest of his face.

“What?” I ask and his grin gets impossibly wider.

“You never call me that in public.” He teases whilst pulling my arms up so my hands will rest on the back of his neck.

I look anywhere but him and blood rushes into my cheeks.

“Wha- there are, like, three people in here. That doesn’t count.”

His hands find their way to my side, pulling me closer, and he leans down a little so we’re face to face. I’m still not letting myself look at him.

“Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that.” He murmurs before pressing his lips firmly onto mine. I kiss him back and pull him closer as sparks shoot up my spine. Bodhi smiles into the kiss and after a moment, in the biggest turn of the century, pulls away first.

“You also never let kisses last that long in public.” He adds.

I groan and drop my forehead onto his chest.

“Are you complaining?”

“No. No, definitely not.” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

Then a thought comes to me. A stupid thought, an utterly ridiculous thought but still, now it’s in my head and there’s only one way to get it out.

“Is this your way of saying you’re mad at me?” I mumble into his chest. I can barely hear myself say it, I’m half expecting Bodhi to innocently ask me to repeat myself but from the way he freezes and his hands grip harder at my sides, I know he heard me.

“Why on earth would you think that?” His voice is quiet, too quiet. I lift my head to look at him. His eyes are wide, the rest of his face frozen in an expression that is not dissimilar to that of a kicked puppy.

I feel like a bucket of ice water has been tipped over me and in my most pathetic voice I say, “I didn’t tell you what happened, made you worry the whole day.”

Bodhi looks at me in sheer disbelief and lifts a hand to my face, brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. “Oh Evie, no never. I don’t think it’s actually possible for me to be mad at you, ever.”

I nod carefully and let my hands smooth over his chest. I’m not saying anything, not until the stupidity of my question washes away.

“What I am mad about though,” he continues as if that utterance was never going to make my heart rate increase exponentially. “is that I brought your book all the way here so I could read to you and now you’re getting discharged before I can even suggest it.”

Warmth spreads through my body and before I can properly think about it I’m wrapping my arms around his torso and laying my head against his chest.

“Fuck, I love you.” Tumbles from my lips and everything in me just stops functioning because there goes another thing I don’t do in public. At least, not so loudly because I’m pretty sure I was close to shouting there.

“You are on a roll with these public displays of affection today.” Bodhi teases, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me even closer so I’m practically in his lap. I glare up at him but don’t make an attempt to move away. I honestly wouldn’t care if the entire quadrant came in and saw us like this. Something has to be wrong with me.

“Okay sorry, but while we’re on the theme of asking silly questions, well I’m more just curious… Was it Aetos?” He asks so casually that I almost don’t realise what he’s said, too lost in the rhythm of his heart beating by my ear.

“How the fuck does he know that?” I ask Nimh, who’s been easing herself back into my mind, no doubt spying so she can mercilessly mock me later.

“Not a clue, I haven’t told Cuir anything.” She sounds extremely amused, I can practically hear her smirk if dragons can even do that. Well, only one way to find out now.

“How the fuck do you know that?”

I try to angle my head to look at him but it’s not really possible without moving from my very comfortable position, which I very much do not want to do. Bodhi begins to slowly use one of his hands to caress my back, lighting a trail of sparks along my spine.

“Dain kept looking guiltily at the spot you’d usually sit in during Battle Brief, so I guessed he’s got something to do with it.” He states. “Originally I had thought he had just seen it happen and felt bad, I didn’t think he would’ve been the one to cause it because at the time I thought someone wanted to kill you and he can’t kill you without breaking the codex and we all know how he feels about that. But now… well, I’ve seen how much he likes to make those dramatic ass landings with his dragon.”

I smile a little at that.

“He did have a bit of a panic when he saw me go down and he offered to help. I did then tell him if he stepped any closer there would be a dagger embedded in his chest.”

Bodhi laughs, the sound making my heart flutter, and he kisses the top of my head again. “That’s my girl.” He says into my hair and I instinctively move closer into his chest.

“Okay, seriously what happened? Did they give you too many painkillers or something? Because this never happens outside of our rooms unless you’re really sleepy?” He genuinely questions.

“Not sleepy,” I state. “I think it might be because I was so scared of poisoning you earlier. Like, I’m overcompensating or something. Maybe I just don’t give a fuck anymore, want people to see you’re mine.”

And apparently, I have no filter anymore either because I even shocked myself with that last admission. Bodhi just holds me even tighter and mutters something in Tyrrish that I can’t quite pick up.

After a minute of comfortable silence, I ask, “Could I stay in your room tonight and you could read to me?”

“I was just about to suggest that, darling.”

Thank you so much for reading this and please let me know what you think!

I am currently working on something for Aaric and also Ridoc (eventually I'll get round to all the FW boys) so look out for that if you're interested.

Also my inbox is open if anyone wants to ask questions about my OC's or just FW in general because I love talking about it.

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Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents [pt. 4]

[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