#i lost th thread

[trekkele]

I do think its funny when someone says “oh the fans make everything about the batfam” as if thats a fanon thing and not something DC did. Like. As a Batman fan, DC keeps sticking bats where they dont belong in an effort to sell more. This is a real thing the fans did not do.

[mide404]

One day, we were growing and maturing, dreaming and aspiring. We lived moments of joy and endured pain. We chased our desires and ventured into the fields of work. But now… our dreams have stopped, our aspirations have faded. Our world, once vast and open, has shrunk to a small, narrow space. From boundless skies to an unknown realm… This is what happened to my family after the devastating war uprooted their dreams, buried their ambitions, and obliterated their memories.

Today, my family endures the harsh experience of displacement, living in a tent for months on end. My younger sister describes the struggles of life in the tent: how it burns like an oven under the sun, suffocating and airless, with no means of cooling. The tent feels like a greenhouse during the day, leaving its residents to suffer from the extreme heat of summer without protection, and offering no shelter from the bitter cold of winter.

She mentions that our family’s tent is set up on a small plot of farmland, forcing us to live amid reptiles, rodents, insects, and venomous snakes, with no basic standards of cleanliness. She adds that life in the tent is especially harsh for women. It’s a place where even in the sweltering heat, they must stay fully dressed in outdoor clothes, with no freedom of movement. Everything happens inside the tent: lighting fires, cooking food, washing dishes, storing large containers of drinking water, and keeping water for bathing and daily cleaning. In essence, the tent means the loss of privacy—speaking in whispers inside your tent, only to hear a response from your neighbor in the next one.

She goes on to say, “Every time I moved with my family, I lost a thread of the privacy I hold dear as a woman. Displacement and homelessness became defining features of my life.”

I am Mahmoud Saleh, a young man appealing to you to look upon my torn and displaced family with mercy. Please grant them the chance to rebuild their lives in peace. I stand before your compassionate hearts, full of hope that you can help what remains of my family to secure a better life and to live in safety and security.

[poppy-metal]

twisting urself up in knots abt craving a rougher more frenzied touch from ur husband after the baby’s born ur body’s changed but ur libido hasnt and u dnt know how to ask for more so ur becoming more closed off meanwhile everytime yall do have sex art’s fighting demons to not stick his thumb in ur ass and plow u into the mattress

it's literally ridiculous like yall are STUPID. I feel like eventually you'd just blow the lid off during an argument YOU started because you're moody and horny and arts wearing a knit sweater and looks so fucking hot and dilfy you want to kick him. you want him to bend you over and slap your ass and beat your pussy up on his dick. and he won't!!!!! you yell at him for something stupid and simple like putting your babies toys away wrong (he wasn't) and art is so lost puppy about it all, he just wants to fix it, he hates seeing you upset. and eventually you just spit out - "you think I'm ugly!!" and burst into tears.

art almost cries himself because that statement has never been more untrue and his baby is sobbing and it's somehow all his fault and he sweeps you in his arms and kisses the top of your head so so tenderly. "baby, what's wrong? you know that's not true." when you don't answer him he pulls back, holds you at arms length. "hey. it's not true. you're fucking beautiful. like, it hurts how pretty you are."

you bottom lip wobbles. "th - then why don't you touch me anymore?" you say pitifully and art rubs his hands up and down your arms, his brows pinched in confusion.

"I do - I do touch you. am i.... is there a way I should be touching you that I'm not?"

you look away.

art implores you gently, "baby, please. talk to me."

"how you touched me when we were." you flushed. "trying for our baby. you don't touch me like that anymore, you don't- you don't fuck me like that.... anymore...."

art is quiet. his cheeks get pink. his hands squeeze your arms. he fumbles for what to say for a second and when you start to pull away he tightens his hold, almost loosens it, but then he sees the wide eyed expression you make and keeps his grip firm.

"you want me to -" he clears his throat. he's got alot of thoughts right now, "you want it like that with me? again?"

you look at him, incredulous. he seems shy about it. insecure, even.

"art that was the hottest sex of my life. I think about it when I touch myself next to you while you're asleep."

oh.

"oh."

you look at his chest, embarrassed by your outburst. you'd essentially thrown a tantrum over not getting dicked down the way you wanted to be and you felt like a brat. but he was your husband, dammit. you should be able to communicate to him. even about embarrassing things. and what was so embarrassing about wanting him, anyway? he was fucking hot.

"I miss you fucking me like - like I'm a slut." you mumbled the last part. aware your baby is just in the other room, put down for a nap. you don't want her to wake up and hear mommy and daddy talking about this stuff - even if she can't understand it. "you were so out of control back then - like you couldn't get enough of me and were just taking what was yours." you bite your lip. "I liked that."

art is so relieved. he'd been harboring guilt for the way he acted like an animal when he was trying to get you pregnant. he'd just..... he had a thread of control he was used to maintaining and it fucking snapped. he'd been working on keeping it intact ever since because that's what he thought you wanted.

"you liked it." he echoes. almost in wonder. he's looking at you like you're everything he's ever wanted given to him wrapped in a little bow. the mother of his baby. the love of his life. his wife. the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. and the girl he wanted to bend over a bed and pound into without restraint. "that's - im glad you did." his ears are burning, cherry red. he naws on his bottom lip. "I wasn't sure you wanted to be treated like that again. it was - I was -" he chuckles, a flash of dimple. "- well I wasn't exactly gentle with you."

"I know." you tell him. you sway into him, his arms go around your waist and your arms hook around his neck. your fingers finding the babyhairs curling at the base of his neck and playing with them. "you fucked the shit out me."

your vulgarity makes him laugh - makes you giggle too. he quiets and when he looks at you, your whole body shivers. his pupils are dilated. his hands venture down your body, cupping your ass in his big hands and squeezing.

"I wanna have you like that again." he tells you, honest. his voice is soft and earnest which just makes his next words all the more intense. "I want to fuck you so hard you don't ever doubt how bad I fucking want you." he grips your ass hard, makes you gasp. "need that thought out of your pretty little head as soon as possible, actually."

you're breathless. "my mom," you tell him, "we can have her babysit- a- and we can have a night just the two of us."

he licks over his teeth, already thinking of your body under his - naked and twisted in pleasure as he teases that hot little pussy.

"I'll get us a hotel." he tells you. "do all the things I've been wanting to do to you - "

you nod eagerly "yes -"

the baby starts crying. but you're not disappointed. you feel tummy flutters as art kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment - before he goes to check on your daughter. god he's so fucking hit.

you wonder how he'd feel about you calling him 'daddy' in bed.

[ynsbarbbb]

tell me you love me | l. norris

hypothesis - on days like these, where everything just seems to go wrong, the uttered words from your boyfriend is the only cure.

pairing - lando norris x fem!driver!reader

[fic is inspired by “tell me you love me” by demi lovato]

“i need someone on days like this, i do”

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” you groan as your car’s engine died, right at the turn of the finish line. right at the turn of qualifying for the miami grand prix.

“come on, come on,” practically begging the car, trying to see if you could just get it back to life, to salvage the last bit of your pride that’s hanging on by a damn thin thread.

slamming your hands on the wheel, “son of a bitch!”

“lost power,” you sigh into your ear piece, defeated. laying your head on your hands that rested in the steering wheel.

this is really just what you needed.

another layer of cake on your already shitty day.

first the argument you had with lando this morning, really, about something so imbecile silly that you can actually laugh about it right now. running late, missing your shoe, bumping your hip on the counter - sure to leave a nasty bruise and lando not wanting to get out of the bed.

silly, right?

and now this.

“what happened?” zac questioned, concerned. the car was perfectly fine yesterday, practically soaring all over the track. you were sure that you’d start first pole by how the car roared.

“you fucking tell me,” you didn’t mean to be so harsh. zac’ question just scratched that itchy irritable spot that has been bothering you, all day.

zac sighed, not commenting on your response, sensing how it’ll make the situation worse.

knowing that if he said anything about your starting pole, which you already definitely knew, you’d blow your head.

smart man.

“sending tow, stay there.”

like you’d be going any fucking where.

~~

a coffee. that’s what you needed. a strong one at that.

with your suit arms tied around your hips you walk the way of the holy grail, not really observing your surroundings and stumbling straight into the blistering coffee cup of one of mclaren’s mechanics.

the liquid seeping through your shirt, burning your skin. his cup falling to the ground and shattering in hundreds of little pieces.

“y/n,” the mechanic was quick to react, grabbing napkins that rested on the edge of the table, dabbing at the material, pressing into your now third degree burn.

why didn’t you pay attention? why where you so wrapped up in your head?

why?

“just leave it,” hissing, you swatted the napkin from his hand, you take the route back to your room. the ceramic pieces crunching under your shoes.

with a hand pressed to your head, you can already feel the lump forming in your throat, eyes burning as tears well up behind your eyes. you bite your lip, you won’t succumb to today, you won’t show your white flag just yet.

you won’t acknowledge the pitying looks from everyone on your team.

you won’t acknowledge the murmurs on the paddock of mclaren’s worst starting pole.

you won’t acknowledge the desire you feel to be wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

you just won’t.

another, beautiful layer of cake stacked.

~~

“really?” you whine as you pat your pockets, looking for the keycard that’s used to unlock the door, but it comes out empty.

damn zac for changing the locks. damn the security protocol.

you left, or more like forgot, it at home. on the counter, where you usually leave it. your shoulders sag and with your back turned to the door you glide down it. arms wrapped around your knees and head rested on it.

here it comes, the wall to the well finally comes crashing down and the first tear rolls down your cheek landing on the coffee stain.

you finally hoist your white flag, today won.

a pretty red cherry on top of your stacked cake. a delicious topping.

“there you are,” a muppet voice says, breaking you from the train of thoughts that’s currently speeding down the tracks in your mind.

you look up, and lando is peeping around the corner of the wall.

on every other day you would’ve laughed at the sight.

your lip trembles and a new wave of tears wells up behind your eyes. lando makes quick work to scramble towards you, crouching down in front of you.

“hey, hey, no, none of that,” he’s gentle. he brought his hands up to your face, wiping the stray tears that ran down your face. you lean into his touch, and finally, something that feels right for today.

“turn that frown upside down,” he says in a sing song voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. the gaps in his teeth more than welcoming.

you bite on your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth slightly lifting.

but lando takes that as a success nonetheless.

“there she is, my beautiful girl.”

a sob like snort leaves your mouth and lando can’t keep that muppet laugh of his in any longer.

hair that fell around your face, he pushed it behind your ears, “rumour has it that someone is having one hell of a day.”

you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, “really? who is it? max?”

“ah, sarcasm, it’s welcoming,” lando jokes.

rolling your eyes you look at his, wispy lashes, a light shade of red tint on the apples of his cheeks, “just tell me you love me, norris.”

“i love you.”

he leans closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you,” a kiss to your brow.

“i love you,” a kiss to your cheek.

“i love you,” a kiss on your nose.

“i love you,” a final kiss to your lips.

“i love you.”

fin.

[steddie-island]

Life finds a way

Written for week 5 of @softsteddieseptember | Prompt: Adoption Rating: G | WC: 1,113 | Tags: Established Steddie, mention of Al being in jail, anxiety about becoming parents ao3 | Divider credit

The plastic seat dug into the backs of Steve's thighs. They'd been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour now. At least Eddie had stopped pacing, had settled for bouncing his leg up and down and fidgeting with the cap of his water bottle.

"Hey." Steve reached over to catch Eddie's hand. He threaded their fingers together and gave a gentle squeeze. "We'll be okay. We can do this."

"Yeah." Eddie didn't sound so sure. He brought his other hand to his mouth to start chewing on his cuticles. It was the same position he'd sat in the night before, only Steve wasn't across from him this time.

Steve rested his chin on Eddie's shoulder and switched which hand he had laced with Eddie's, so he could wrap his other arm around his partner's back. "We'll be okay."

"We've done this before."

"Not like this," Eddie murmured. "Not with— not with someone so small. What if— what if I fuck up? What if I don't know what I'm doing and I fuck up in a way that— that can't be fixed? That I can't take back? What then?"

Eddie's hair was bigger, wilder than it normally was, showing just how many times he'd dragged his hands through it, or had his face hidden in his palms. There was a half empty pack of cigarettes on the table that Steve knew for a fact had only been opened a couple of hours earlier.

"We might fuck up, but it won't be on purpose. Everyone fucks up sometimes." Steve kissed Eddie's knuckles. "I'm not saying it won't be hard, but we can do it. And they're your siblings."

That earned a sound that halfway between a scoff and a whine. "I know. I know. What the fuck— he's old, he's not supposed to be out there just— making more kids he can't take care of."

It'd been a week since the call from the state. A week since they'd found out Al was in jail again, leaving behind two kids that no one else wanted to take responsibility for.

Steve wasn't sure he'd ever seen Eddie this torn up before.

"There are a lot of people out there doing that." Steve caught Eddie's other hand and held them to his own chest. "We don't have to do this. If you really think we can't do it, if you don't want to—"

"I want to," Eddie said quickly, his eyes going wide. "We've talked about having kids before, I just… didn't think this would be how it happened."

"I know. I didn't, either. I didn't think it would be like this, or be so soon…"

"Yeah. Yeah, fuck." Eddie pushed his fingers through his hair again. "I'm scared, Stevie."

Steve cupped Eddie's face between his palms. "It'll be hard. I'm not saying it won't be. We might fuck up. We will fuck up, there's no way for us not to." He smiled a little. "But those kids will be so loved. They'll never have to wonder for even a second whether we love them."

Moisture welled up in Eddie's eyes. He cleared his throat, blinked the tears back, nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, we have that going for us," he said. "And… you want this? With me? You want to do this?"

Steve pulled him in, kissed him gently before resting their foreheads together. "I've never wanted anything more in my life," he admitted. "If you're in, I'm in."

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's back, pulling him closer until Steve was sitting in his lap. He brushed their lips together before meeting those eyes he would never get tired of getting lost in. "I'm in."

"Mr. Munson?"

Eddie jerked up out of his seat, nearly dropping his water bottle in the process. "Here— I mean, that's— me."

Steve stood up, too, as the caseworker they'd already met with to fill out paperwork came through the door. There was a bundle in one arm, and her other was holding the hand of a little kid with dark curls and darker eyes.

Steve had always thought that Eddie got his looks from his mom, but those eyes were Eddie's. "Oh…"

There was a soft intake of air. Eddie took a cautious step forward, then squatted down so he was even with the kid in front of him. "Hey, sweetheart. What's your name?"

The kid shot a shy look up to the caseworker, then back to Eddie. "Andrew," he said, but it came out more like Andwew.

"Hi, Andrew. I'm Eddie." He smiled and held his hand out, and Steve melted as the little boy in front of them took Eddie's hand. "You'll be coming to stay with us for a little while."

Andrew bit his lips and looked up at the caseworker. There was so much Eddie in that nervous little glance. "Sissy, too?" he asked.

Eddie gave him a nod. "Yeah. Both of you."

The caseworker smiled and smoothed a hand over Andrew's curls. "They're very nice," she said. "They'll take good care of you."

Andrew looked past Eddie to Steve for the first time. "Who him?" he asked.

Steve squatted beside Eddie and held his hand out, too, just like Eddie had done. "I'm Steve. I'll be taking care of you, too." He gestured to the shirt Andrew was wearing. "Do you like dinosaurs?"

"Yeah." He ran a pudgy little hand over the print of his shirt. "They go—" He held his hands up like claws and made a dinosaur roaring sound.

Oh, yeah. This kid was a mini Eddie, and Steve was in love.

"They do! They're so cool, aren't they?" Eddie looked at Steve, his eyes swimming, his smile wide. "How about we take you and your sister home, we can make some dinosaur nuggets and watch a movie?"

Andrew perked up at the offer, and he didn't look back to the caseworker this time. "Can we?"

"Yeah!" Eddie straightened up and offered Andrew his hand. "We definitely can, if you want to!"

"Okay!"

Steve stood and held his arms out for the baby wrapped in a soft yellow blanket. He could make out her dark hair, not as curly as her big brothers' hair but the same dark shade of brown. That was definitely Eddie's mouth, too. "Hi, sweetheart. You're coming home with us," he murmured.

"Call if you need anything," the caseworker said with a squeeze to Steve's elbow and a smile at Eddie. "I'll check in in a few days."

"Thank you," Eddie said. He bent to pick Andrew up, then rested a hand at the small of Steve's back to guide him to the door. "C'mon. Let's go home."

[mariclerc]

Meant to be (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: where you dream about a life with a guy you don't know yet.

Warning: fluff, soulmates!au, interlinked dreams.

Part 1

Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm and golden glow over your now shared bedroom. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes fills the air. You and Charles have been dating for a couple of months now since that meeting at the gala, and the truth is that it has been quite an adventure, getting used to his constant presence every day or the absence when he has to travel for the races, but he always comes back to you, it's like you two were connected by an invisible thread or something like that.

“Mmm, that smells so delicious.” you say while yawning.

You sit up in bed and stretch, as you rub your eyes, you get up and brush your teeth and so on, when you go out to the kitchen you notice a male figure in the kitchen. You smile when you see Charles, shirtless and wearing sweatpants and an apron, making breakfast for the both of you, to you, he looks so domestic and cute, it's like he's used to doing this every day.

“Good morning, Charles.” you say softly.

He turned around. “Oh good morning, beautiful! Did you sleep well? You had good and sweet dreams, hm?” he asked softly.

“Yep, I did! Thank you darling.” you smiled while nodding.

He smiled. “That's good to hear, princess.”

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, enjoying the warmth that his naked torso gives you.

“Mhm, you smell so good!” you say while you stand on your tippy toes to nuzzle his neck.

He chuckled. “Hmm, is that a compliment or a statement of fact, love?” he smiled at you.

You giggled. “I guess it's a bit of both.”

Charles turns around and kisses you softly on the lips.

“You know, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it... It's okay.”

“Well, I couldn't resist the smell of pancakes and coffee!” you say while pouting playfully.

Charles giggled and he sets the plate of pancakes on the counter and pours you a cup of coffee with milk and sugar, just the way you like it.

“Here you go pretty princess.” he says softly and you blushed a little.

“Well, thank you, handsome prince.” you say and he smiled.

You sit down at the kitchen table and start eating, Charles sits beside you, watching you with such a loving expression on his face.

“You're so beautiful.” he says in a soft whisper.

You blushed at his words. “Oh, stop it, you're making me embarrassed!”

He smiled once again. “I can't help it, you're the most amazing woman I've ever met.”

“And you're the most amazing and handsome man I've ever seen.” you say while taking his hand.

You and Charles continue to talk and laugh as you finish breakfast. After you've cleared the table and do the dishes, Charles suggests going for a walk in the park.

“So... What do you say, love?”

You smile. “I'd love that, it will be fun.”

You and Charles grab your coats and head out the door. As you walk through the park, you feel a sense of peace and contentment.

You sighed. “This is so perfect.” you say while looking at the sky.

He takes your hand. “Yes, it is babe.”

You and Charles continue walking, hand in hand, lost in the moment. You just can't believe how happy you are with him.

***

As you and Charles continue walking down a few streets, you both stop as you pass a pet adoption center. You stop and look at the animals in the window.

“Look, Charlie. There's a kitten!” you say while looking in awe at the window.

He smiles as he looks at the kitten. “It's so cute.”

“Should we... You know, go in and take a look?” you say a little hesitant.

“Oh yeah chérie, why not?” he says while smiling softly. (darling)

You and Charles enter the adoption center and start browsing the animals. You see a variety of dogs, cats and hamsters, all looking adorable and friendly.

Suddenly you start pointing to a small kitten. “Look Charlie, there's the kitten from the window!”

He smiles at your excitement. “It's even cuter up close.”

You walked through the adoption center and you two approach one of the kitten's cage and gently pet it, the kitten purrs and rubs against your hand. It's like this kitten already knows who you two are, feeling its touch, it gives you chills down your spine is like having a deja vu.

You approach one of the volunteers with curiosity and shyness. “Hi, ehm, can we meet her?” you say referring to the little kitten.

The volunteer smiles. “Of course you can meet her! Her name is Luna.” she says and you gasped softly, that was the name of the kitten in your dream.

You and Charles follow the volunteer, who holds Luna, to a small room where pets can play and interact with their potential owners. You sit down on the floor and let Luna explore you.

“She's so sweet.” says Charles softly while looking at Luna.

You smiled and nodded. “I know, it's unreal, it's the same kitten from my dream.”

“Oh, baby, I know! The universe brought us here.” he whispered to you and you giggled softly.

As you two are playing with Luna, you hear a somewhat familiar bark. You look up and see a golden dachshund sitting in a nearby cage with a label on top of the cage that said: Leo.

You gasped. “Charles, look! It's a dachshund. He looks so cute!”

He looks at the dachshund. “Babe, it's just like the one from our dream! It's the same one! Oh my god.” he sighs contently, while you two approach the dachshund's cage and gently pet it, the dachshund wags its tail excitedly.

The volunteer, noticing your gaze, opens the cage where the little dachshund is so that he can come out and play with you two, you sit down on the floor and let Leo and Luna explore you.

“My god, they're so adorable.” says Charles with a smile on his face. “So cute!”

You smiled at the two pets who are now playing with each other. “I know, darling.”

As you're playing with them you can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. It's like you're living out a dream, it's like they've been waiting for you two for a long, long time.

You looked at Charles and smiled shyly. “It's like our dream is coming true.”

He smiled too. “Oh, princess I know... It's destiny!”

You and Charles spend more time playing with Luna and Leo. In the end, you decide to adopt both of them.

Charles smiled as he gave you a peck on the cheek. “We're going to be such good parents to them!”

You smile at him. “I know baby, I can't wait!”

As you leave the pet adoption center with Luna and Leo, you feel a sense of joy and fulfillment because your dream has become a reality.

***

You and Charles are now back home with Luna and Leo, the little pets are now exploring their new surroundings, sniffing everything in sight.

“Well, they seem to like it here... I guess.” you say sitting on the couch.

Charles sit next to you. “I think they do, amour.” (love)

Suddenly, Luna climbs onto your lap and you pet her, Leo does the same and climbs onto Charles' lap, causing the green-eyed boy to giggle.

“You know? I can't believe we actually found them. It's... So surreal.” he says while petting Leo.

You nodded while smiling. “I think it was like fate, babe!”

Leo gets off Charles' lap and Luna does the same, and they start chasing each other around the room while happily wagging their tails. You giggle as you watch them.

Charles' giggled. “Oh god, baby. They're so cute together!”

“I know! Our little fur babies.” you smiled.

You and Charles watch Luna and Leo play for a while, when they finally settle down, you get up and start making dinner.

Charles comes to your side. “Let me help you, gorgeous.” he says and you nod while blushing.

You and Charles work together to prepare a delicious meal while talking and laughing, with him you can talk about anything, even the most mundane thing in life, and you will never get bored. When the food is ready, you set the table and sit down to eat.

You close your eyes as you take a bite. “Oh my... Babe! This is so good!” you say and he blushes a little.

“I'm glad you like it, chérie.”

After dinner, you and Charles clean up the kitchen. Then, you sit down on the couch and watch a movie.

“Ah, this is so perfect.” You say as you snuggle closer to Charles.

Wrapping his arm around you. “I'm so glad we're together.” he kissed your cheek. “I'm so glad we find each other and our pets, of course.” he giggled.

You and Charles spend the rest of the evening watching the movie and cuddling while Leo and Luna are finally asleep. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel a sense of peace and happiness because your dream... Your dream together is slowly becoming a reality.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's odd rn but VERY PRETTY

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Oct 2024 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 4 of 12 - I love Joke so much! And I love War in this role so much. It’s great. This is a great show it’s such fun. The comedy is somewhat leaving me flat. But that’s normal for me in this kind of Thai BL. I also like Hope. I shouldn’t, but I do. I love the little girl character as well, and I do believe that Joke has found his scion in her.

(As per usual the grandma of this BL speaks for all of us.)

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 - Coils be coiling. Mummy dearest is v hot. I do like the twist on the henchmen. It would’ve been really gut-wrenching if Q had put the rope around his own wrist the night that he slept by himself (or tried to). And they have now made "the promise that is destined to be broken" waves at trope. Meanwhile, great flirting. Next week being episode six we should be getting our kiss.

(Was GMMTV gently poking at Jack & Joker with that play-within-a-play reference to Jack as Min's stunt part?)

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 1 of 16 - Sampler pack university BL from Wabi Sabi that's trying to be a gay Boys Over Flowers (4 older med student hot boys + frosh) and it’s exactly what I want right now. Is it good? No, not really. Do I care? Not at all. It is, in fact, boys over flowers... only boys no flowers. I really couldn’t want anything more than that. What can I say? I’m easy. I love a pining seme. I guess what I am saying is, I am trash for trash. Inject this shit directly into my eyeballs.

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 15 - At least in this version they talk bit more with each other about what’s going on. (Then again in the original we didn't need it, the acting was so good.) Still it’s a lot more modern to see representation of communication, but but the previous version felt more honest to teen behavior. This open communication entirely changes the push pull dynamic of Phun & Noh's whole relationship. I actually LIKE that change because it makes it very different from the original. I’ve been hoping that this one would veer in a different direction. I'm enjoying that they've made it Phun with the long term crush, and that he’s sort of testing himself with heterosexuality. It is selfish, but it is also a very rich kid thing to do. I love the shouted confessions and the decision to not date. This is a really good twist on the original. I’m liking this a hell of a lot more now that it’s substantially changed in direction, if not in tone.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 11 of 12 - It’s very sweet and wholesome. And everyone kisses pretty. And I do like the communication and green flag aspects of this show. But I'm also finding it a touch dull. 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - I don’t know. The pretending to be blind thing is weird. This whole show is weird. I’m kinda weirded out by it. I like the two side couples well enough, but we get barely any time with them at all.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 12 fin - I like that they did come around to the dreaming thing as a major plot point in the end. Even though it felt like they forgot about it in the middle. And I liked that it was an inherited family trait. I didn’t expect that (should have, but I didn't). And I thought it suited this kind of drama, even if it was a little pat. The whole family helping at the very end was very sweet and a nice full circle for the narrative. (Like the Ae's family sort of adopting the next-door kids originally. 

Summation

A cute friends to lovers romance, that’s a little bit like the stepbrothers trope since these two grow up next-door to each other and in and out of each other’s lives. The paranormal element is about prophetic dreams, and it is threaded through the narrative even if it gets somewhat lost in the muddy middle. All in all, a sweet fun little series with decent chemistry. 8/10

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 8 of 10 - I've totally forgotten what’s going on. There was another kidnapping. Maybe they’re actually dating now? I don’t know. Honestly, it won’t really matter cause everything will change by the end of this episode... again. That said, I did love the parental confrontation sequence. It’s not as good as in the original because it’s a lot more direct and modernized, but it was pleasingly aggressive. Which I weirdly appreciated for the military angle. The cross-dressing thing was odd. The dolls advertising thing is even odder. Jealous baby on sports day was good though.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Why did I feel like I’ve seen this entire episode already. It’s just different characters saying the same thing to the main characters or flirting the same way or whatever. 

Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 5 fin - I did not like this ep at all. Fully half of it was evil backstabbing and some bullying and some sort of trying to engender sympathy for a friendship betrayal. And I was not on board. (Wouldn’t mind seen Hali and that cute kid in something together tho.) 

Conclusion

Basically this was a story about online relationships and how they interface with the real world, and in personal friendships, plus bullying of all types and some backstabbing and shipping. The acting was weak, the sound was terrible, and generally it was an old style pulp offering. It tried to deal with some interesting issues, but was awfully clumsy about it. 5/10 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 9 fin - Such a great confession, so truthful and earnest and honest. And he’s also like that with his friends. And such a nice answer. I love that during the cool off they both realize how very much they both act like are boyfriends to each other all the time. Ooo running of the gays! And we even got a cute little smile kiss!!!! and an adorable boyfriend montage at the end. How unexpectedly satisfying of you, Japan!

Summation 

This is a phenomenally charming and adorable little romance about a forlorn university kid and the police officer who adopts him. They are relentlessly kind to each other, in fact it’s an extremely kindly show over all (everyone in it is so nice to everyone else including us) so there’s very little tension. But what it lacks in drive and complexity it makes up for in earnest acts of service and simple affection. These two are basically boyfriends from the get-go, it’s just one of them acts like it and doesn’t realize it and the other one realizes it and has to figure out how to make it a reality. It’s incredibly sweet and incredibly wholesome, nourishing but delicious. Everybody who can should watch this show. It will make you feel better about life. 

Easy 9/10 on this one from me.  

GO WATCH IT  

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 2 of ? - We have some semblance of a plot! Yay! Our BV tsundere character is secretly an online judge who whistleblows and exposes corruption in the school system. How very Pump Up the Volume. I am not mad about it. Also 2 of the prettiest seme bullies EVER. The epic pout-off with these bad boys. Be still my heart.

Our Golden Times (Hong Knong ??? YT) 1-4 of ? - Billed as a BL from Hong Kong I’m not sure we can trust this one to a get finished or be cohesive or have an HEA. But the optics are good. Everybody’s very pretty. It’s chaotic and clumsy and a little odd. But most of the stuff on my dash is these days, so what the hell? And ya know what, I kinda like it.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 4 of 10 eps - It remains entertaining but off kilter in that way that indicates 50% chance of ultimate dissatisfaction in the JBL pantheon. 

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - I wish we knew a little bit more about Sea's background/family. Neil should just tell him what the hell is going on. Why wouldn’t he? Instead they artificially wedged the main couple apart for most of this episode and Orca wasn’t there at all? = Not a good episode IMHO.

It's airing but...

My Damn Business (Korea Sat ????) 7 eps - supposedly airing on Saturdays starting 10/5 have no roleand I found the trailer but nothing else.

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Oct 2024:

10/7 Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) 10 eps - Jade and Chin have lived over a thousand lifetimes. In each one they somehow manage to fall in love with each other. (This pair, TopMick was piloted in a My Universe ep, that was one of the only ones I liked.)

10/10 Eccentric Romance (Korea Thurs Viki & Gaga) 12 eps - Silkwood’s 2nd Thai/Korean colab, that has been in production since 2022 which is a LONG time in the BL world. I'm worried but I like the concept: friends of 10 years who’ve been hiding feelings for each other enter the same university. Plus MURDER.

10/10 Gangster and His Boyfriend (Korea Thurs ????) 8 eps? - Kim Dong Bin (famous trainee & idol reality competitor, yeah that happens) stars as a fallen idol who unexpectedly becomes entangled in a gangster family. Discovers that his friend’s father is responsible for the murder of his entire family years ago. I don't know much about this one, neither does anyone else and I'm not sure where I got that release date so……

10/21 Love in the Big City (Korea ????) 8 eps - Okay both a movie (already out) and a series. Neither one is likely BL and I can't imagine it will end happily. I'm giving both a pass but here's your synopsis.

Cynical fun loving student Young pinballs from home, to class, to on night stands. He and Jaehee, his female besie and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju and hookups.

10/23 See Your Love (Taiwan Gaga Viki) 10 eps? - Zi Xiong, a third-generation heir, attempting to flee from taking over their family business, meets and falls in love with Shao Peng, who works as a hearing-impaired nurse. From the same production house as Kiseki Dear To Me in partnership with Shinehouse Theatre, funded by Taiwan’s BIGART + Japan's Rakuten (Viki). Show includes Lin Chia Yo (Be Loved in House: I Do). Director Chiang Ping Chen’s childhood experiences with his deaf uncle have inspired the drama.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I kinda love it when someone else does the prophetic claiming. Our Golden Times

Crumbs in Summer Nights but they very cute crumbs. We didn't even really get to see them get together but I'm glad that they are.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[yiiyiiwrites]

🍁 | Autumn Equinox | Azriel

Summary: you’ve been mated to Azriel for over a year now, but it’s your first time celebrating the autumn equinox outside your home court. Azriel tries his best to make it a good one 2075words

Azriel x Autumn court reader

Also Have one for [Cassian] & [Eris] & Lucien coming soon

[Acotar masterlist]

The autumn equinox used to be your favourite celebration, now it just reminded you of everything you’d lost. A bitter sweet holiday you wasn't sure if you could do each year.

You may have gained your fated lover, your other half but you’d given up your home and family.

There wasn’t any other way, you knew that. The moment you’d stumbled upon the shadow singer in the golden forests of autumn was the final fraying thread snapping.

If you didn’t hurt Azriel by your own hands, Beron would make an example of you and use you in what ever way to break the bond. To snuff out any flickering ember that remained for your mate.

So you were as sly as a fox, crawling under the overgrown hedges of molten brown thorns keeping you in the court.

Your mother understood, she packed your things as sobs shook her whole body. Even now as you closed your eyes, you could smell the tendrils of her smokey caramelised scent and the undertones of cinnamon washing over you as if she were embracing you for the last time again.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You opened your eyes, dark wisp falling away from caressing your cheek. For a moment you imagined the touch of your mother's hand warming your cheek.

Azriel sighed as you sunk into his embrace, his presence more frequent the days leading to the equinox. You’d refused to hold him the first few days after you caught the mark on the calendar, afraid your touch would burn him.

Velaris offered a similar bout of weather that reminded you of home. The nights growing longer, colder and you were thankful there was still a little scrap of heritage you could clutch onto.

Your magic however seemed to be like a fizzling firework in the night court. Touch running hot and cold, that you didn’t stand close to your mate for months as you got used to the warmer seasons.

The restraint you’d built since your arrival dulled your flames. You no longer needed to apologise for scorching holes in Azriel’s sleeve or slapping the fiery embers from the fabric a bit too harshly as you tried to it stop marring his skin.

In the beginning he’d gifted you a pair of leather gloves, but that increased the distance between you both. You wondered why the gods had strung you two together in the beginning, everything you were, summoned painful memories for Azriel. The simple action of holding his hand reminded you why, why you needed to cage the flame to offer him a semblance of the same affection he gave to you.

"I have something for you," he said, nose tracing your jaw and pulling you out of your thoughts.

The cold crept in as he slipped away, the winter breeze pushing the stray strands of hair out out of your face. You breathed in, another wave of smokey scents and sweet aromas tipped with oak prickling the warmth beneath your fingertips. Turning around to meet your mate, you took a step back.

In his gloved hands laid a whicker hamper, tartan blanket sticking out of the box. You gasped, adding another step back. No wonder you could smell their scents. "You saw my mother?" Your voice trembled, hands diving into your coat pocket, fists clenching as you tried to expel the overpowering scents that even mingled with his shadows.

He nodded, ever the cool and controlled mate, never raising his voice or moving too fast as if he'd spook a fox in Autumn. "Yes, it's customary to exchange gifts," Azriel said, pulling the blanket out of the hamper and rolling it out on the ground, he stilled. "Isn't it?" His hazel eyes snapped up to yours, shadows freezing under the curve of his wings.

You couldn't fight the smile, nodding down at him kneeling beside the hamper. He patted the space opposite him and that damned tether tugged you closer. "Yes Az, exchanging gifts are customary but I did not get my family any." You didn't see the point, there was no way you'd be able to step in Autumn without dire consequences.

"That's fine, I did." He shrugged, laying a pumpkin pie in front of you, steam curling off the brown pastry.

A tradition in your family to gift handmade presents to each other during the autumn equinox. Your mothers famous, pumpkin pie, honey tea and spiced apples.

"You got gifts for my family?" You asked, scooting closer to Azriel who didn't offer you a glance, his attention on the contents in the hamper. "What did you get my father?" You leant forwards dipping your head and tried catching his gaze. "My father hates you and you gave him gift?"

"I got him a hunting knife." He said it like it was the most logical thing, as if your father would not be thinking of gutting him with it. His shadows seemed to follow your line of thought, a dark wisp pushing you back to sit.

"Is that why you met with my mother instead?" You laughed, even though you wanted to cry at the thought of your mate stepping into autumn for a spec of your happiness and his own demise.

Azriel finally let his gaze fall on you, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. Always searching you before he decided what words to choose. "You're mother actually requested for me." His ears tinged a darker shade, hand scratching the back of his neck.

It was odd to think of your mother with him, you knew she'd be gentle and careful in her approach. Something you thought Azriel didn't receive much of in way of interaction. You also wondered what she thought of your mate, hoping she didn't worry and didn't judge alone from his stony features.

The grey cable knit sweater (the one you'd knit him last year) hugged his muscular arms, bicep flexing at his movement that you forget for a second what he said. A wave of your mother's scent hit you like a whip and brought you back.

"How the Gods does my mother manage to request your presence?"

"Well, she knows a lady in winter, that knows a lady in day and knows..." he trailed off the sentence, stumbling over his words trying to grasp the order of whatever your mother had told him. Trust your mother to use her network of gossips to send word to Velaris in order to find your mate.

"And how many ladies do you know?"

"Many," he smirked leaning in to you, "the only lady that matters is you though." His lips pressed against yours, warmth spreading through your chest as his hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you closer.

You smirked, storing away the memory so that you could show Feyre later and make your mate sweat about his duties to a high lady that didn't matter.

"Smooth, I bet my mother saw right through you." You said, tracing your swollen lips. You leant across Azriel's lap and plucked a ruby red apple from the hamper, teeth sinking into the shiny skin.

"Your mother probably thinks we're an equal match. How many guards did you court till you made it to me?" His lip twitched, fingers pinching your thigh for another swift attack. You swatted him way, squealing as his shadows skimmed the small slip of skin where your top had rode up over your hip.

It were true, you'd worked your way through nearly every division of the autumn army in the hopes of finding someone who wasn't just focused on following the high lords every word. What else were you supposed to do for five hundred years?

"I'd be quiet if I were you, recon I could get a rank higher than you back in autumn.” You swatted the curling wisps out of your face, sending them hissing back to their master.

"I doubt your mother would approve."

You didn’t argue with him on that, knowing that your mother was never fond of any suitor you’d brought home before.

“I take it these are from them?” You asked, lifting a small wooden box out of the hamper. A yellowing envelope stuck to the lid and sealed with red wax. You ripped the letter and scanned over your mother’s cursive writing.

The usual sentimental words she’d say to you around the table whilst you thanked the gods of harvest for giving you all good things and planting new seeds of regrowth and learning. At the very bottom below her signature however was a blurred splotchy mess, as if she’d written it last minute and folded the paper.

I hope this equinox brings you many blessings and offers you new fields to plant your own seeds. May you nurture the connection between you and your fated. My daughter you’ve been blessed, as have I now that I know you will be loved and safe.

Azriel peered over your shoulder, “I think she likes me,” he said, cutting a second piece of pumpkin pie and shoving it in his mouth.

“Just thank the stars you didn’t meet my father.” Now that you were banished from autumn, you doubted that you’d see him again. Too proud of his home to step out of tradition.

He hummed in agreement, pouring a cup of honey tea and setting it down in front of you. The view from the house of wind's balcony was your favourite, always bringing a smile to your face and reminding you that you could find beauty in any court. You did miss Autumn, but Velaris had grown on you, the constant stars blinking in the inky sky each night.

A small fire flickered in a homemade pit, copper bowl keeping it contained. Peeling the overlapping cloth, you traced the knitted mittens. Charcoal grey yarn that looked like liquid mercury woven together with softer orange, the two colours a symbol of your union with Azriel. Picking them up from the box, you slipped them into your pocket, freezing as something dropped out of one the mittens. A dark wisp dove out from its owner and caught the small object.

The shadows held it up and twisted it in front you, a fox figurine carved from wood and painted orange and beige. Tiny brushstrokes imitating fur, looking oddly like the fox you had as a child. A gift from your younger sister, you'd left your other figurines back in Autumn and hated yourself for it ever since. Least you had one now.

Azriel was silent as ever, watching you intently.

"My mother didn't give you anything? I mean I know I am gift enough Az," you said, laughing as he bumped his shoulder to yours.

His head dipped, Shadows concealing his face. "She did, wouldn't let me leave till I finished a pumpkin pie she made. Your sister made me a little fox of my own." Thats when you noticed the tiny wood carved fox pendent on a thin string around his neck, dark ink peeking out underneath it.

"Oh god's Az, don't let your enemies hear you say that. If that's all it takes." And by the looks of it, he'd enjoyed it so much, he was half way through the pumpkin pie from the hamper.

Cool metal met your fingertips as you lifted the cloth again, your reflection staring back at you in the silver blade. "I take it this gift is for both of us," you joked, Azriel picked it up and turned the hilt in his hand. A red stone embedded in the pommel, a scripture you couldn't quite make out on the hilt.

"Hunting knife, a few centuries old," he said glancing at your furrowed brows. "Look the hilts worn, the leather binding it, is coming away. Blade needs sharpening too, must have been in your family for a long time." He passed the knife back, blade pinched between his thumb and pointer finger.

You wrapped it back in the cloth, sandwiching it between the thick layers. "No idea why he'd give me that old thing," you mumbled, slamming the box shut. You were never one to use a knife, more inclined to using your magic and merging it with autumn's fighting techniques.

"No idea, just don't gut me with it in my sleep."

"Never," you gasped. "Just remember good behaviour or its a blunt blade my dear."

Since its nearly autumn equinox I wanted to do some prompts for it :) there's other characters to come - Yiiyii

[alicerosejensen]

Heyyyy hope you’re doing well!!

Please can you imagine Leon (re6) loosing his shit because they kidnapped his girlfriend and he’s like trying everything to get her back? Imagine him crying as soon as he gets to hug her again!😭

I'm fine as long as I have a laptop connected to the internet and food)

In fact, this is one of my favorite plot tropes, when someone is kidnapped, and the main character is ready to burn the whole world to the ground, but to find an expensive person.

Leon, despite his moral principles, I think he could have made many sacrifices. In particular, he would definitely lose his temper if he grabbed onto any thread to find his beloved. At least he didn't stand on ceremony with Patrizio.

Thus, there will be little left of the scoundrel who kidnapped his girlfriend.

Something constantly happens to the poor girl of Leon (either she runs away from him, or she is stolen from him). Sorry, I just love their relationship and Leon, who is ready to kill for his loved ones :D

I still know shit English, but enjoy it if you're interested.

Please read with extreme caution! There are mentions of physical violence, kidnapping and a maniac!Yandere

Leon is a little paranoid when it comes to protecting his loved ones, so most likely he will insert some tracking device into your phone or earrings to be sure that his beloved is safe.

He tries not to violate personal boundaries, but understands that his beloved is in potential danger in relation to him. Therefore, you are under additional invisible protection.

All you need to know is that Leon is not abusing his position as a federal agent. There is no surveillance on you, it's just that if something happens, he wants to have time to prevent it before the irreparable happens (or he goes on a binge again).

His heart sinks at the thought that he may lose you for some reason. Any encroachment into your personal space by outsiders who create discomfort for you make Leon enter the defender mode (aggressive if necessary). You should be safe.

Since Leon is known to a minimum of people about Leon's love interest, the risk is minimal that you will be harmed. At least Leon considered the threat from various corporations and bioterrorists. He didn't even think about the fact that there is some bastard stealing your things.

It was some little things: pencils, hair bands, a pocket mirror, lip gloss. Yes, you said something to him about it, but maybe you just dropped them out of your backpack?

He was calm exactly until you became too nervous. It seemed that you were afraid of something and called him a couple of times with a request to meet on the way home. Leon is not one of those who will refuse, but your behavior worries him.

And when you were walking home, Leon felt your painful grip on his arm.

His main priority is your well-being. "So tell me, pretty girl, what's going on with you?" Don't think I haven't noticed this nervousness.

He will be wary when he hears that someone is following you and dragging your things. Of course you could have lost them yourself, but the chiffon scarf that Leon gave you was the last straw. In addition, you showed him the abnormal love notes that someone constantly threw into your purse.

Outwardly, it did not affect him in any way, but the stingy "I'll deal with it" means a lot. The anxiety level has increased and Leon is worried that some kind of psycho might hurt you.

He often calls and asks if everything is in order and when you need to be picked up from college. However, when you don't answer the phone, everything dies inside him.

The moment he realizes that you have been taken away, a monster wakes up in him, which can bring down hell on your abductor.

His emotional state constantly fluctuates from constant fear for your lives bordering on panic to Ustanak whose task is to find you and finish off the son of a bitch who dared to take you away from him.

"No god will help this son of a bitch when I find him."

It's sad that you lost your phone on the day of the abduction and did not put on earrings. But a nice little bracelet will save you.

are a fucking goddess.

When you wake up, of course, you will be scared. However, you will try to intimidate the criminal by saying that he is so obsessed with you in vain. "Seriously, my boyfriend will come after me and gut you" You don't think Leon will kill anyone at all, so maybe your words don't sound too confident when the kidnapper's hand is stroking your head.

Do you panic when a fucking psycho says it's some kind of date? No one here hears your screams, you can't run away because you're handcuffed. You can't even go to the toilet on your own only under his control, and this causes you a deep psychological trauma. He brings you a fucking lilac, weaving thin twigs into your hair.

"Why me?" - This is the only question that is spinning in your head when you are hysterically pulling out purple flowers, throwing them away from you. - "Am I going to die here?"

You literally go crazy from the smell of dampness and lilac. Constantly shout Leon's name as if he can hear you and immediately breaking into a loud cry, banging on the walls and the locked door.

You're clearly getting claustrophobic.

While you're suffering, Leon is trying to track the fucking signal on one of your trinkets, but he's afraid that you left that day without any jewelry at all.

Claire is definitely one of those people who can talk some sense into Leon while he's looking for you. Considering that the bug gives a bad signal (or maybe your bracelet was damaged due to the fact that you constantly pull it from nerves) from the basement and your location is difficult to track, Leon has already yelled at Chris

You feel like a frog in formalin or even some kind of toy when your abductor brings you clean clothes, which you throw back to him. It's risky to make him angry like that and you really regret it when brute force is used to force you to change clothes.

Yes, then they "take care" of you, but you are already a cornered mouse. The purple marks on your skin and the marks from the handcuffs are now a reminder of who is in charge here.

And you hate that bastard more and more. Unfortunately, you have absolutely nothing to even hit him with. The food that he brings you in plastic dishes, as well as cutlery. You try not to eat, fearing that he might have mixed something in there, but you are forced by force.

It's been three days, and Leon hasn't found you. You feel like you're starting to go crazy until you hear a muffled noise from somewhere above.

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

Has anyone ever told you that you are not the luckiest person?

You tried to attack from behind when they stopped stroking you. It was risky and you failed because the kidnapper reacted before you swung to strike.

You were very painfully punished, left lying on the damp floor in a terrible state, all in tears and without an evening meal.

It's been four terrible days in your life. All because you fiddled with your bracelet too much, which turned out to be thrown away quite far from the place where you were, forcing Leon to go on a false trail.

You felt terrible. It didn't take long to break you. You no longer hoped to see daylight or your loved ones, so you crawled into the farthest corner curled up in a ball and cried.

Having lost track of time due to another fit of hysteria, you did not want to pay attention to the opening door and hurried steps in your direction.

Preferring not to pay attention to your enemy, you became even more hysterical when he tried to turn you around to face him, affectionately calling you "angel".

That's what infuriated you. But when you opened your eyes in another attempt to attack, you froze in disbelief at your own eyes. Have you already gone crazy in this place? So fast, or was Leon really in front of you?

His light blue eyes were dark. Not as bright as usual, but maybe it's because of the lighting… Strong hands carefully examined your body for the number of bruises.

You looked away in the direction of the open door - your freedom, but you felt Leon's fingers gently tracing over your split lips.

You've never seen such quiet hatred before. You were shivering from the cold, feeling that tears were still flowing down your cheeks, and tried to snuggle up to Leon in search of protection and warmth.

But Leon himself pressed you to him, slightly lifting up his T-shirt, checking for underwear. You flinched, and then you heard a single question when you grabbed his back with both hands, pressing your head against his chest.

"That son of a bitch…" - Leon gritted his teeth, still looking at your stolen things on the floor. - "I'll kill him"

The fuse clicked.

Leon took off his jacket, putting it on you (with great difficulty, because you did not want to interrupt close contact with him), and then easily picked up in his arms, like a small child, carrying out of this basement. You closed your eyes just to not see anything else. Leon's scent worked better than any strong sedative, and you wanted him not to let you go anymore.

So small. Defenseless. Bruised all over. He will kiss you on the temple, looking at the sprawled bastard with such a look that it will be clear how it will end. Leon will hand you over to Claire, despite your growing hysteria over the loss of hugs, and do what he has planned.

It's going to be pretty bloody. He expressed some regret about Patricio, but Leon will never forgive someone who hurt you, leaving a scar on your soul. So he'll empty the whole clip on him.

Because of this, he will have some problems, but you are the priority. You will undergo a full examination at the hospital, where Leon will be reassured (partially) that your violence ended with beatings. In general, there are no physical injuries, but both Leon and Claire understand what condition you will be in.

He will take care of you. Try to do everything so that you don't remember that four-day nightmare. He will find a good therapist, but if your brain decided to erase these memories on its own, a kind of protective reaction to stress, then it will even calm him down.

Leon understands the reason for your detached behavior. He is glad that you are not afraid to let him near you, thereby subconsciously making him your shield. he's ready to be one before you start trusting people again.

No one heard it, but Leon was really crying quietly when it was over. You were sleeping after taking a sedative dose, and he was sitting in the bathtub thinking only that he could not save you faster.

He won't touch you once again for fear of triggering some kind of trigger, but in your head it is Leon the hero savior. Therefore, if you are looking for protection in him, then it's even good, because this is how he hopes to redeem himself before you.

In the end, you are faced with dissociative amnesia. You realize that something terrible has happened, but you have a lapse in memory. Leon will be the one who will start distracting you from your memories by persuading you not to remember. He really considers it a gift of fate and will go out of his way so that you don't touch this moment of life at all, leaving him behind a black curtain.

And yet one day he burst into tears clutching to his chest. While you sleep next to him feeling completely safe, Leon will need to hug you tightly and come up with better ways to protect you. He feels guilty that he did not save you and this feeling of guilt will gnaw at him for a long time.

"I'm sorry… sweetheart, I'm so sorry… - what you hear in your sleep. - "Never again…no one will hurt you. Never."You don't remember a damn thing, but you're scared because Leon is crying kissing the top of your head.

He won't let anyone else take you away.

[aquamanandfriends]

Brandy had noticed but was far too sacred to admit it. "It's just up ahead-- it should be..." she paused, chewing on her bottom lip and looking left to right. "Fuck," she hissed under her breath. "Alright, I uh... I don't..." she took a deep breath but it shook. Brandy pulled her phone out and looked down, still no service, and she wasn't even sure it would actually help. They'd come from the west... right? If maps could just fucking load...

open to anyone. muse: fallon perkins. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. set designer. plot: a blair witch-y lost in the woods with some spooky goings on kinda thing.

“didn’t we…” fallon trails off, pausing in her tracks and placing her hands on her hips. her face looks rather troubled for a moment before she laughs and shakes her head. she's losing it. “i swear we walked by this same tree like a mile back. i remember ‘cause the groves looked like a twisted face and i thought it was creepy looking. do you see it? are we walking in circles?”

[vir-tanadahl]

The Burden of the Dread Wolf

Summary: Solavellan ending told from Solas' POV. Obviously, Veilguard spoilers.

Solas—no, the Dread Wolf—stands battered and broken, bruises blooming like shadows on his skin, a dull ache thrumming through him with every breath. After all these years, he’s so tired. How could these last ten years weigh on him more than a millennium of existence? He, the Dread Wolf, has sacrificed so much to come this far. To claw back the power stolen from his people. To avenge the death of Mythal.

The regrets have always clawed at him. He regrets leaving the Fade. He regrets not stopping Mythal from becoming a god, from following the path that led her to death. Most of all, he regrets… not saving her. She called to him, once, asking for his aid. And he came, heart open, reverent. His love for her was beyond romance, something ancient and deep, an adoration etched into his very being. Her death was the final twist of the knife that cleaved wisdom from pride.

He regrets claiming her power, believing he could mend a shattered world, erase the pain he himself had wrought. He regrets the blood he spilled, even Mythal’s vessel, to seize the strength he thought he needed. He regrets the death of Varric, another thread severed in his relentless pursuit. And he regrets not staying by his vhenan’s side—his heart, the Inquisitor. His light.

He regrets his betrayal of Felassan. Of Rook.

Yet here he stands, the Dread Wolf, carrying the weight of those choices, haunted by the choices he has made.

"Please, Rook. I don't want to fight you." His voice trembles, a rare crack in his guarded tone, pleading and raw. There's no deception in his words this time, no clever twist or hidden intent.

Rook tries desperately to reach him, her words filled with a pleading urgency. Rook tries to reason with him, pleading with him to see the pain caused by Elgar’nan and Ghilian’nain. She tries to pull him back, to make him understand the cost of his path.

But Rook doesn’t realize he carries a burden heavier than just their sins. He believes he broke the world—because he is the one who broke it—and only he can restore it. Unbreak it. He feels that duty, thrumming in his very bones. He has to make it right. He will make it right.

Yet, he can’t see what lies just beyond his reach. His wisdom, once clear and guiding, has been twisted into something darker. Pride whispers that he can undo this mistake, that he alone can reshape what was lost. But true wisdom would show him beauty even in the scars of his unintended creation. The Dread Wolf has been trapped in his own prison of regrets long before he was accidentally trapped in the prison he created for the Gods.

“Destroying everything won’t fix your mistakes,” Rook says firmly, her gaze steady as she extends his lyrium dagger toward him. “If you want to save this world, bind yourself to the very thing you’re trying to erase.” Her voice is low but resolute, her outstretched hand unwavering. Another regret, he thinks, already settling like a weight in his chest.

The Dread Wolf takes a deep breath, turning slowly toward the place where the ritual will begin. His head falls forward, and he closes his eyes. “I… I cannot.” His voice is strained, heavy with exhaustion. “To stop now would dishonor everyone I’ve wronged to get here.” The terrible things he’s done, the lives he’s destroyed—they press down on him like shadows, demanding he see this through. If he stops now, what meaning would all that suffering hold?

“Even if…” Her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through his thoughts, and he turns, feeling his heart twist at the sound. “Even if those you’ve wronged asked you to stop?”

He knows that voice. His breath catches sharply, a tremor of recognition running through him as he meets her gaze. The dagger slips lower in his hand, almost forgotten, as he turns further to face her, his mouth parted in stunned silence. “Vhenan…” Solas breathes, the word heavy with disbelief. His voice wavers, pride crumbling as the guarded walls around his heart begin to fall, leaving him raw and exposed in her presence. His chest tightens, a tremor passing through him as he struggles to comprehend the impossible—she is here, standing before him

She is the woman he never meant to love but couldn’t help himself. The one who helped him see worth in this world he’d crafted out of his own wounded heart. She saw him—truly saw him—for who he was, asking questions that peeled back the layers he’d hidden behind for centuries, curious and kind.

“You think you’re beyond saving, but you’re wrong.” Her voice is soft, coaxing, her words weaving into his mind like a lifeline. “I’m here, walking the dinan’shiral with you.”

Pain and confusion cloud his gaze, and Solas bows his head, his voice rough. “I lied to you. I betrayed you.” Shame ripples through him, and he dares not meet her eyes.

She steps closer, her voice unwavering. “I forgive you. All you have to do… is stop.” He turns fully to her, his expression strained, the weight of regret etched across his face. “Ir abelas, vhenan,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he lowers his head again. “But… I cannot.”

Solas turns back toward the ritual site, his shoulders slumped. “Long before I met you, I failed my oldest friend. She died because of that failure. If I leave the Veil in place, I am destroying the world she wanted. And I will have…” his voice trails for a moment. “She would have died for nothing.”

He lifts the dagger, preparing to begin the ritual, when a raven’s sharp caw cuts through the silence. The bird swoops down, shifting midair into a figure cloaked in shadow and mystery.

“And whose fault is that, Dread Wolf?”

Solas whirls, momentarily stunned. “Morrigan?” Surprise flashes across his face as he tries to reconcile the sudden appearance of the Witch of the Wilds.

“One appellation among many I wear,” she replies, her voice smooth and enigmatic. “Advisor to Orlais, Witch of the Wilds, Daughter of Flemeth…” She pauses, her gaze piercing. “And once, long ago, an old friend.”

Solas’s gaze shifts, realizing he’s now surrounded by three women. Rook steps forward, her expression resolute as she lifts a small statuette of Mythal. “Mythal lives on in her,” she says quietly, “and in this.” She places the statuette in Morrigan’s outstretched hand, who, with a knowing glance, activates it.

A soft, ancient glow pulses from the statuette, filling the air with an ethereal light. Memories rush forward—fragments of Mythal, fragments of that fateful moment of betrayal when he failed her. Solas stands frozen, the weight of the past pressing down upon him, as Mythal’s essence shimmers, a reminder of the failure he made.

He gasps, his breath hitching as his gaze falls upon the form of Mythal as he once knew her, luminous and fierce, yet filled with a serenity that pierces his soul. His head lowers slightly, his mouth parted in silent reverence. “Mythal…” he manages, his voice barely a whisper, as if any louder would shatter this fragile moment.

The essence of Mythal stands before him, her form imposing yet gentle. “I pulled you from the Fade you cherished and thrust you into war. I turned your wisdom into a weapon…” She pauses, her eyes softened by an ancient sorrow. “And it broke you.”

Solas bows his head, shame tightening his posture, his voice trembling with regret. “The things I have done…” His words are heavy, laced with anguish and remorse.

But Mythal raises a hand, stopping him gently. “Are not yours to bear alone, my friend,” she says, her voice warm and kind. “The wrongs we committed, we committed together.” She reaches out, resting a hand on his shoulder, and a warmth spreads through him—her forgiveness, her absolution.

Solas’s shoulders slump, his head low, his hands trembling as he holds the dagger close to his chest. It’s the very blade that severed her life, a symbol of his failure and the pain he’s carried.

“I release you from my service,” she commands softly, her voice both gentle and resolute before disappearing. He no longer needs to be the Dread Wolf.

A shudder passes through him as the words sink in, releasing a weight he’s held for far too long. He leans forward, hands braced on his knees, head bowed, processing the unexpected mercy she has offered. Pain lingers, but beneath it… a flicker of relief, tentative and bittersweet.

The Inquisitor kneels beside him, her presence steady and warm as she places a gentle hand on his arm. “There is no fate but the love we share,” she murmurs, her voice soft and unwavering. Her words hit him like a tidal wave, and his breath falters, a tremor running through him as he clutches his chest, feeling the sharp ache of despair radiate through his being. He closes his eyes briefly, the weight of his choices pressing down on him.

Slowly, he rises, shoulders still hunched beneath the burden he carries. He turns, his gaze trailing over the tears in the Veil that continue to spread, multiplying like dark wounds in the sky—a reminder of his failures, his responsibility.

With a final look at the three women before him, he raises the lyrium dagger and, with grim resolve, slices the palm of his hand, letting his blood flow to complete the ritual. His voice is quiet but steady as he speaks, binding himself to the Veil. “My life force now sustains the Veil. With every breath I take, I will shield the innocent from the consequences of my past failures.”

He feels the connection take hold, a bond now woven between himself and the Veil, and though he stands, he feels as if a part of him has willingly surrendered to bear this eternal penance. “The Titans’ dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the blight, but I can help to soothe its anger.” He tells them as he hands the lyrium dagger to Rook.

“I will go and seek atonement,” he says quietly, turning back toward the gaping tears in the Veil, the rifts he has sworn to mend.

“But you don’t have to go alone.” Her voice, gentle yet resolute, pulls him back, stirring something fragile within him. His heart clenches as he twists to face her, disbelief clouding his expression. That she would even suggest such a thing… after everything he’s done, everything he’s caused. And yet, her hand slips into his, warm and grounding.

He shakes his head, his voice laced with quiet desperation. “Where I’m going is terrible,” he whispers, pleading for her to understand. But her gaze remains steady, unwavering, filled with a fierce, unyielding love.

“It won’t be terrible if I’m with you,” she replies, her voice filled with a soft strength. “We’ll make this journey together, always.”

Before he can protest, she draws him close, her arms wrapping around him as she presses her lips to his, a kiss filled with love and a vow of loyalty he can hardly believe. He’s overcome, struggling to comprehend that she would willingly join him in his path of penance—and yet, a surge of gratitude and wonder swells within him, easing the shadows of doubt and despair he has carried alone for so long.

They pull apart, his gaze lingering on her for a heartbeat longer before he turns to face Rook. “Thank you, Rook,” he says softly, his voice full of gratitude and respect. He holds her gaze a moment, then, with a final nod, turns toward the largest tear in the Veil, his path stretching out before him.

Fear gnaws at him—fear that, at the last moment, she might choose not to follow, that the enormity of what lies ahead might make her hesitate. He keeps his eyes forward, too afraid to turn back, his heart pounding with the uncertainty.

But then, he feels it: her hand resting firmly on his shoulder, the warmth of her fingers curling around his forearm, grounding him. A quiet strength flows from her touch, and he closes his eyes briefly, a wave of relief washing over him. She is here, unyielding, choosing this path with him.

Together, they step forward and vanishing into the Fade.

[cynic-spirit]

Dragonsoul ii

Warnings: very long very fluffy

Read part 1 here

Aemond’s frustration simmered beneath the surface, but it quickly morphed into a steely determination. He wasn’t going to let Aegon’s reckless behavior dictate his fate. He had come too close to discovering his soulmate to give up now.

There was still one way he could find her. He recalled the faces of the guests from the night before—their reactions, the fleeting glimpses of their expressions as they’d watched the chaos unfold. If he could retrace his steps and gather information from those who had been there, he might be able to piece together who had caught his attention just before everything had gone awry.

“I need to talk to the staff,” he thought decisively. The waitstaff and security would have seen everyone come and go, and they might have noticed something he hadn’t. They could help him identify who had been near the piano when he felt that spark of connection.

He stood up, feeling a renewed sense of purpose as he dressed in his usual all-black attire, the fabric feeling like armor against the world. “I’ll ask around,” he resolved, his mind racing with possibilities. “There has to be someone who saw her. Someone who can point me in the right direction.”

As he made his way through the Targaryen estate, Aemond’s thoughts turned to the woman who had unknowingly ignited something inside him. Her beauty, her talent—it had all captivated him in a way he hadn’t expected. “I need to find her,” he thought fiercely. “I need to know her name, her face. I can’t let this slip away again.”

Aemond navigated the hallways, seeking out the staff who had been present during the party. He would approach them with an air of authority, making it clear that he was serious about finding the woman whose golden thread had momentarily connected with his own.

“Today is the day,” he thought, his determination hardening. “I will uncover the truth and discover who she is, no matter what it takes.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, Aemond stepped into the bustling corridors of the estate, ready to hunt for the answers that would lead him to the one he knew was meant for him.Aemond made his way to the security office, his heart thumping in his chest. He could barely contain his anticipation as he approached the guard on duty, a burly man with a serious demeanor. “I need access to the recordings from last night’s party,” Aemond said, his voice steady.

The guard raised an eyebrow but nodded, pulling up the footage on the monitor. Aemond leaned closer, his pulse quickening as the video flickered to life. The vibrant chaos of the party unfolded on screen, the music and laughter echoing faintly through the room.

He watched as guests mingled, glasses clinking, laughter ringing out. Aegon was in the corner, his arm draped around a couple of giggling women, his carefree attitude radiating through the crowd. Nearby, a group of businessmen were deep in conversation, gestures animated as they discussed deals and connections, oblivious to the world around them.

Across the room, a couple danced closely, lost in their own little world, while others lounged on plush sofas, exchanging flirtatious glances. The atmosphere was alive, vibrant, a testament to the high society that had gathered.

But Aemond’s attention sharpened as he continued to watch, the chaos blurring into the background. He focused on a single figure moving through the throng: the pianist. Y/n stood at the edge of the stage, her long black hair cascading down her back, her expression contemplative as she prepared to play. Unlike the others, who were absorbed in their conversations and laughter, she seemed poised and serene, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of activity around her.

As the moment of her entrance approached, Aemond felt a stirring in his chest, an electric sensation that mirrored the burn he had felt in his wrist. The instant she sat at the piano and began to play, he watched in awe as the golden shimmer reappeared on his thread, igniting with a warmth that swept through him.

“Could it be?” he thought, a rush of hope flooding his senses. He leaned closer, eyes narrowing as he replayed the moment. The music enveloped the room, pulling the attention of every guest, but Aemond’s focus remained solely on her.

He felt the realization wash over him, clarity dawning. Y/n—the pianist—had not only caught his eye but had ignited the connection he had been longing for. This was the moment when the burn began, when his thread transformed in response to her presence.

Aemond’s heart raced as he absorbed this new understanding. “This is her,” he thought, a sense of determination igniting within him. “I will find her. I will make sure she knows what she means to me.”

With renewed purpose, he leaned back in his chair, ready to unravel the mystery of Y/n and to claim the connection that had nearly slipped through his fingers.

Y/n sat at a small café table with her colleagues, nursing a cup of tea as they recounted the chaos of the Targaryen party. The laughter and teasing of her friends swirled around her, but the memory of Aegon’s drunken antics still weighed heavily on her mind.

“Never again am I going near Targaryens,” Y/n declared, shaking her head with an exasperated smile. “Aegon started shooting! I couldn’t even find my soulmate with all that chaos!”

Her friends exchanged knowing glances, mischief lighting up their eyes. “What if a Targaryen is your soulmate, huh?” one of them teased, waggling her eyebrows.

Y/n rolled her eyes, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “No, no, no. It can’t be. I heard the one-eyed mobster, Aemond Targaryen, still carries a black thread.”

The mention of Aemond sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a mix of fear and intrigue. “It cannot be. It shouldn’t be,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Aemond?” one friend pressed, leaning in with a teasing smile. “You mean the devilishly handsome one? The one with the dangerous reputation?”

Y/n tried to suppress the flutter of her heart at the thought of him. Aemond was strikingly attractive, his presence commanding attention wherever he went. His silver-blonde hair fell just above his sharp jawline, accentuating the angular planes of his face. Those piercing violet eyes seemed to see right through you, filled with a brooding intensity that could captivate anyone.

He had a rugged allure, a sense of danger wrapped in the sophistication of his all-black attire. The way he carried himself exuded confidence; every move he made was deliberate and measured. His chiseled features, combined with that signature scar across his eye, added to the enigmatic air that surrounded him.

Yet despite his undeniable charm, Y/n felt a pang of insecurity. “But I’m sure he wouldn’t want someone like me,” she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt. “I’m just a music teacher, nothing compared to his world of power and crime.”

Her friends exchanged glances, sensing the internal struggle she faced. “Come on, Y/n,” one said, nudging her playfully. “You’re talented and beautiful! Anyone would be lucky to have you, even a Targaryen.”

Y/n shook her head, biting her lip as she considered the implications. Aemond was everything she had never expected to want, but the thought of him being her soulmate filled her with both excitement and dread. “Maybe it’s better if he’s not,” she said softly, glancing down at her tea. “The last thing I need is to get tangled up with someone like him.”

Yet, as her thoughts drifted back to Aemond’s piercing gaze and the connection she felt in his presence, a part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that their paths were destined to cross again.Aemond stood in the dimly lit office of his family estate, a file in his hand that felt heavier than it should. The front of the file bore the name “Y/n” in elegant cursive, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation and intrigue as he opened it.

Inside, he found a wealth of information that painted a vivid picture of the woman who had unknowingly captivated him. Y/n had an elder sister, married with two children, a detail that struck Aemond as both heartwarming and grounding. It told him that she valued family and had responsibilities beyond herself.

But as he continued to read, he learned that Y/n had lost her father and that her mother lived in India, a reality that tugged at his heartstrings. The loss and distance in her life made her journey even more poignant. Here was a woman who had faced challenges yet continued to strive for a better future.

Aemond’s gaze lingered on the details about her profession. Y/n was a well-liked music teacher at a reputed university in King’s Landing, known for her talent and dedication. The thought of her inspiring young minds with the beauty of music made him feel something he hadn’t expected—admiration. He imagined her in the classroom, passionate and engaged, a stark contrast to the world he inhabited.

She also played for private parties to supplement her income, a move that showcased her ambition and determination. It was clear that she was supporting herself while pursuing a PhD in music. The idea of her pouring herself into her studies, driven by a desire to grow and improve, struck a chord within him. He found himself increasingly drawn to her strength and resilience.

With each detail he absorbed, Aemond felt an unfamiliar stirring in his chest. “I didn’t even want a soulmate,” he thought, a hint of frustration creeping into his mind. “It’s a weakness. It makes you vulnerable. Why am I wanting to know her?”

The conflict within him deepened. He had always believed that emotions were a distraction, something to be pushed aside in favor of power and control. Yet here he was, captivated by a woman who embodied everything he had denied himself—the warmth of family, the pursuit of passion, the ability to inspire.

“Is it because she’s beautiful?” he wondered, recalling her long black hair and the way she had captivated the room with her music. “Or is it something deeper?”

He felt drawn to her spirit, her determination to forge her own path despite the obstacles she faced. It was a stark contrast to the cold, ruthless world he operated in, where weakness was exploited and vulnerability was a liability.

“Am I so desperate for connection that I’m willing to chase after a woman like her?” Aemond thought, grappling with the realization that he didn’t want to just be a faceless mobster in the shadows. He wanted to know her story, her dreams, her fears. He felt a longing that he hadn’t anticipated—a desire to break through the barriers that had kept him isolated.

“Y/n,” he whispered to himself, the name rolling off his tongue like a melody. “I have to find her.” In that moment, he made a silent vow that he would not only uncover the truth about her but also confront the emotions stirring within him. Aemond was determined to seek out the connection he had been blind to for so long.“Are you smiling?” Aemond’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by his brother’s voice, filled with mock surprise. Aegon had a talent for barging into his office without knocking, a habit that often grated on Aemond’s nerves.

“What’s this?” Aegon continued, reaching for the file in Aemond’s hand, his eyes glinting with curiosity. But before Aegon could catch a glimpse of its contents, Aemond swiftly snatched it away, clutching it tightly to his chest.

“Nothing of your interest,” he snapped, irritation flaring. He couldn’t bear the thought of Aegon ruining yet another opportunity to learn more about Y/n, the woman who had unexpectedly captured his attention. Aegon had a knack for turning serious matters into a joke, and Aemond was in no mood for that.

“What do you want?” Aemond asked, his voice laced with impatience, as he tried to redirect the conversation away from the file. He could feel his pulse quickening, the need to protect the budding connection he felt towards Y/n overriding his annoyance.

Aegon leaned against the doorframe, a playful grin plastered across his face. “I just wanted to see how my dear brother was doing,” he replied, feigning innocence. “But it looks like you’ve got something more interesting on your mind.”

Aemond narrowed his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. “I’m busy,” he said curtly, refusing to let Aegon pry into his thoughts or his plans. “If you don’t have anything important to discuss, I suggest you leave.”

“Oh, come on,” Aegon persisted, undeterred. “You can’t hide behind that file forever. What’s got you all worked up? Is it a woman?”

Aemond’s heart raced at the implication, but he quickly masked his reaction with irritation. “I said it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with,” he replied, his voice low but firm.

Aegon raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes danced with mischief. “Alright, alright. Just know that I’m here if you need advice on women. You know I’m a natural at it.”

With that, Aegon turned to leave, still chuckling to himself. Aemond watched him go, the annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. “Just stay out of this,” he thought fiercely, refocusing on the file in his hands. He couldn’t afford to let Aegon interfere, especially when it came to someone as intriguing and unique as Y/n.

Once he was alone again, Aemond took a deep breath, returning his attention to the file. “I have to figure this out,” he murmured to himself, determination coursing through him. “I won’t let anyone ruin my chance to know her.”In the bustling halls of the university, Y/n's friends, Jenny and Eliza, had started to notice subtle changes in her. Y/n had always been the quiet one, often keeping to herself, but lately, there was a new lightness in her step, a faint smile that lingered on her lips even when she thought no one was watching.

As they sat in the campus café during a break between classes, Jenny couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and narrowed her eyes playfully at Y/n.

“Alright, spill,” Jenny demanded, her tone light but insistent. “What’s going on with you?”

Y/n looked up from her coffee, caught off guard by the sudden question. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she took a sip of her drink.

Eliza, who was sitting next to Jenny, chimed in, a knowing smile on her face. “Oh, come on, Y/n. We’ve known you for years. Something’s different. You’ve been smiling more, and you seem... I don’t know, more confident?”

Y/n felt her cheeks warm slightly under their scrutiny. She wasn’t ready to reveal anything about Aemond, not yet. The relationship was still so new, and she wasn’t sure how her friends would react if they knew who her soulmate was. So, she decided to deflect.

“Really, it’s nothing,” she said with a small laugh. “I guess I’ve just been focusing more on my music lately. Things have been going well, you know?”

Jenny wasn’t convinced. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she studied Y/n’s face. “Just music, huh? That’s all?”

“Yes, really,” Y/n insisted, nodding a little too quickly. “I’ve been getting more opportunities to play at events, and it’s given me a lot more confidence. I’m just... happy with where things are going.”

Eliza leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Well, whatever it is, it looks good on you. But if there’s something—or someone—you’re not telling us about, we’ll find out eventually.”

Y/n smiled, grateful that they didn’t press her further. “I promise, it’s just the music,” she said, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Speaking of which, I’m thinking of playing something new for my next gig. Any suggestions?”

Jenny and Eliza exchanged a look but let it go, shifting their focus to the discussion of music. Y/n joined in, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She wasn’t ready to share her secret yet, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before her friends started asking more questions. For now, she was content to keep Aemond to herself, savoring the connection they were building, one day at a time.Jenny wasn’t ready to let Y/n off the hook just yet. She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “Bach and Mozart, huh? I’m sorry, Y/n, but I don’t believe for a second that it’s just classical music putting that glow on your face.”

Eliza chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, unless you’re having some secret love affair with a grand piano, there’s gotta be something else going on. Come on, spill!”

Y/n felt her heart race a little, but she managed to keep her composure. She shrugged, forcing a laugh as she waved off their teasing. “I swear, it’s just the music! Maybe I’m just getting better at it, or maybe it’s all those late-night practice sessions. But really, that’s all there is to it.”

Jenny and Eliza exchanged skeptical looks, but Y/n didn’t give them a chance to press further. She quickly changed the subject, her eyes lighting up as an idea struck her. “But speaking of fun,” she said, “it’s been a while since we’ve gone out dancing, hasn’t it? Why don’t we go to a club tonight? It’s the weekend, and I’m pretty sure we’re all free.”

The sudden shift caught both Jenny and Eliza off guard, but they didn’t mind. Eliza grinned, clearly excited by the suggestion. “That sounds like a great idea! We haven’t had a night out in forever.”

Jenny, still eyeing Y/n with a hint of suspicion, eventually let the matter drop, her excitement for a night out winning over her curiosity. “Alright, fine, I’ll let it go—for now. But don’t think we’re not coming back to this later, Y/n. In the meantime, let’s dance the night away.”

Y/n smiled, relieved that the conversation had shifted. “Deal,” she said, raising her coffee in a mock toast. “Let’s meet up after classes and make a night of it.”

As they made plans for their evening, Y/n felt a mixture of relief and anticipation. She knew she couldn’t keep her secret forever, but for now, she was content to keep Aemond to herself, even as she enjoyed a night of fun with her friends.Aemond felt the weight of realization settle deep within him as he learned about Y/n. The idea of having a soulmate, someone destined for him, was difficult to grasp. He had always imagined that if he had a soulmate, they would be as hardened and ruthless as he was—a partner in his darkness. But Y/n was nothing like that. She was an incredibly talented and beautiful woman, a gentle soul that seemed at odds with his own cruel heart.

The need to clear his mind overwhelmed him, and without a second thought, he made his way to the stables. There, his black stallion, Vhagar, stood tall and imposing—a beast that no one else could tame, that no one else could even get near. Vhagar was a reflection of Aemond himself, a creature of power and darkness, loyal only to him.

Without hesitation, Aemond leapt onto Vhagar’s saddle, feeling the familiar thrill of control as he took the reins. “Run,” he commanded, and the stallion obeyed, galloping out of the stables and into the open fields.

The wind whipped against Aemond’s face as Vhagar tore through the landscape with untamed speed. The powerful rhythm of the horse’s hooves pounded in time with Aemond’s racing thoughts. Y/n’s face, her gentle smile, her soft voice—all of it consumed him. How could someone so pure be meant for someone like him? The very idea seemed impossible.

As they rode, Aemond tried to make sense of his emotions. He had spent years perfecting his control, burying any vulnerability beneath layers of cold indifference. And yet, Y/n was unraveling all of that without even trying. She had slipped past his defenses with her kindness, her talent, and her beauty, making him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

Vhagar’s pace didn’t falter as Aemond pushed him harder, trying to outrun his thoughts, his doubts. But no matter how fast they went, Y/n’s image remained, haunting him, consuming him. She was everything he wasn’t—light where he was dark, soft where he was hard. The contrast was undeniable, and it terrified him.

But as much as he tried to resist it, there was something intoxicating about the thought of her being his. Aemond had always believed he was destined for a life of solitude, that no one could truly understand or accept him. And yet, here was Y/n, a woman who seemed to see beyond his scar, beyond his reputation, to the man he was beneath it all.

He didn’t deserve her, he knew that much. But the idea of her being his, of having someone like her by his side, was a temptation he couldn’t ignore.

By the time he finally slowed Vhagar to a halt, Aemond’s heart was pounding not just from the ride, but from the realization that he was falling for her. Harder and faster than he ever thought possible. Y/n had awakened something in him, something he didn’t know he was capable of feeling—a desire to be better, to be worthy of her.

He dismounted Vhagar and stood still, his breathing heavy as he stared into the distance. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the fields, but Aemond’s mind was still racing.

He would need time to fully accept this new reality, to come to terms with the fact that Y/n was his soulmate. But one thing was clear: he would protect her with everything he had. Even if it meant facing the darkest parts of himself, even if it meant changing in ways he never thought possible.

Aemond reached out and patted Vhagar’s neck, the horse’s breathing heavy and warm against his hand. “Let’s go back,” he murmured, more to himself than to the stallion. Vhagar snorted in response, as if understanding the gravity of his master’s thoughts.

As they made their way back to the estate, Aemond knew that this was just the beginning. His life, his very soul, had been irrevocably changed by Y/n. And no matter how difficult the path ahead might be, he was determined to walk it with her by his side.s Aemond guided Vhagar back toward the estate, their pace had slowed to a relaxed trot. The earlier rush of adrenaline had faded, leaving Aemond alone with his thoughts and the steady rhythm of the stallion beneath him. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape, but Aemond’s mind was far from serene. It was consumed by thoughts of Y/n.

Talking to Vhagar had become something of a habit for him. The stallion, like him, was a creature of strength and solitude, and Aemond often found it easier to confide in the beast than in any human. Vhagar understood him in a way no one else did—he was a loyal companion, one who didn’t judge or question, but simply listened.

“I’ve found my soulmate, Vhagar,” Aemond said quietly, the words feeling strange and unfamiliar on his tongue. “She’s… everything a man like me doesn’t deserve.”

He let out a slow breath, the weight of his thoughts pressing heavily on his chest. “She’s kind, talented, gentle… She’s like the light, while I’m the darkness. How could someone like her ever be meant for someone like me?”

Vhagar’s ears flicked back as if acknowledging his master’s voice. Aemond reached down, running a hand along the stallion’s powerful neck. The simple gesture was grounding, reminding him of the strength he possessed—the strength he would need to protect her.

“I suppose I’ve always been lonely,” he continued, his tone reflective. “Even with all the power and the people around me, there’s always been something missing. But with her… it’s different. She makes me feel different. Lighter. Better.”

They rode in silence for a few moments, Aemond’s thoughts churning like a stormy sea. Protecting Y/n would be his highest priority, but there was more to it than that. He wanted to make her happy, to show her that she was more than just a soulmate in name.

“You know,” he mused aloud, “I’ve been thinking… How should I introduce myself to her properly, Vhagar? I want to make an impression, something more than just the dangerous man she’s heard about.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head at the absurdity of asking advice from a horse. “I should probably get her a gift, don’t you think? But what?”

Aemond’s mind began to race with possibilities, each more extravagant than the last. “Diamonds?” he suggested, glancing down at Vhagar as if expecting a response. “A diamond crown, perhaps? Or maybe something more… practical. A Rolls Royce? What do you think, Vhagar? Any ideas?”

Vhagar snorted, the sound causing Aemond to smile despite himself. “You’re right,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe I’m overthinking this. She’s not the type to be swayed by material things. She’s too genuine, too… pure. But still, I want to give her something that shows how much she means to me.”

He paused, the idea striking him suddenly. “How about a grand piano?” he murmured, more to himself than to Vhagar. “She plays beautifully—like Mozart or Beethoven. Maybe a grand piano, one made of gold and embellished with diamonds. She deserves something as grand as her talent.”

The thought of Y/n sitting at a piano crafted just for her, her delicate fingers gliding over the keys, made Aemond’s heart ache with a longing he hadn’t realized he was capable of feeling. It wasn’t just about the gift; it was about showing her that he understood her, that he appreciated her for who she was.

“Do you think she’d like that, Vhagar?” Aemond asked softly, almost as if seeking the stallion’s approval. “I want her to know that I see her, that I value her. She’s more than just a woman—a soulmate. She’s my light.”

As they approached the estate, Aemond’s thoughts were still swirling, but there was a determination in his heart now, a resolve to make things right with Y/n, to be the man she deserved—even if he didn’t believe he truly was that man.

“Maybe someday, I’ll bring her to meet you,” he said, his voice softer now, as if he were sharing a secret. “She might be a little scared of you at first, but I think she’d come around. She’s stronger than she looks, and she’d see that in you too. Maybe then, she’ll see that there’s more to me than just the darkness.”

Vhagar let out a low, rumbling neigh, almost as if in agreement. Aemond smiled, patting the stallion’s neck one last time as they approached the stable. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You’d like her. And maybe… she’ll learn to like me too. For who I really am.”

As they came to a stop, Aemond dismounted, his thoughts still lingering on Y/n. The future didn’t seem as daunting now, not with her in it. He knew there would be challenges, but he also knew he would face them head-on. For her. For them.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said quietly, more to himself than to Vhagar. But as the stallion snorted and tossed his head, Aemond couldn’t help but feel a sense of reassurance. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.As Aemond made his way back from the estate, his thoughts were still centered on Y/n and the plans he was crafting in his mind. He was so deep in thought that he almost didn’t notice his mother, Alicent, approaching him from the opposite direction. Her presence, always calm and composed, had a way of grounding him, even when his mind was swirling with emotions.

“Aemond,” Alicent called out softly, a warm smile on her face as she reached him. “I’m glad I caught you. I wanted to inform you that we’re having a small gathering later today. It’s for Helaena’s entomology fundraising effort. We’ve invited a selected group of people to the estate—it’ll be held outside, in the garden.”

Aemond nodded, his thoughts still partially elsewhere, but his attention now focused on his mother. “I see. I’ll make sure to attend,” he replied, his voice steady, though his mind was already beginning to shift gears. A gathering at the estate wasn’t unusual, but the mention of Helaena’s event made him wonder who the guests would be.

Alicent’s smile grew a little wider, a hint of excitement in her eyes as she continued. “I also wanted to tell you… I’ve invited a particular artist to perform at the gathering. Do you remember the young woman who played the piano a few evenings ago? I was so taken by her talent. I thought it would be wonderful to have her play for us again.”

Aemond’s heart suddenly leaped into his throat. Y/n. His mind immediately conjured the image of her sitting gracefully at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys. The thought of seeing her again, so soon after their last encounter, sent a wave of nervousness through him—a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to.

He tried to maintain his composure, but the realization that Y/n would be at the estate, performing for his family and their guests, made his heart pound in his chest. He swallowed hard, his voice a touch more strained than before. “I… I’m sure it will be a beautiful performance,” he managed to say, his thoughts racing.

Alicent didn’t seem to notice her son’s sudden nervousness, as she continued to speak with her usual grace. “I thought you might enjoy hearing her play again. She has such a gift, doesn’t she? I’m looking forward to it.”

Aemond could only nod, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of what the evening might hold. The prospect of seeing Y/n again, in a setting where their paths would inevitably cross, both thrilled and terrified him. He wasn’t sure how he would react—how she would react—but he knew one thing: he couldn’t wait to see her.

As he walked with his mother back toward the estate, his thoughts were no longer consumed by the plans he had been crafting earlier. Instead, they were entirely focused on Y/n, and the anticipation of what the evening might bring. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation for someone who was usually so composed.

But as much as it unnerved him, it also excited him. Meeting Y/n again, so soon after their last encounter, felt like fate—like something that was meant to happen. And this time, he wouldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He would make sure she knew how much she meant to him, even if it terrified him to admit it.

As they neared the estate, Aemond took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Whatever happened tonight, he would face it with the same determination he faced everything in his life. But this time, it wasn’t just about him—it was about Y/n, and the future they might share together.Aemond stood in front of the large mirror in his room, his reflection staring back at him with an intensity he hadn’t felt in a long time. Normally, his appearance was the least of his concerns—his intimidating aura, sharp features, and the scar that marred his face were all part of the armor he wore in the world. He knew he was attractive in a dark, severe way, and he used that to his advantage. But today, something was different.

For the first time, he was nervous about how he looked.

He ran a hand through his long silver hair, ensuring it was perfectly in place. His eye, the one not hidden beneath the patch, scanned the various suits laid out on the bed. He wanted everything to be perfect. The right suit, the right look—something that would make her see him not as the feared mobster, but as a man. A man who, for reasons he couldn’t fully understand, desperately wanted to make a good impression on her.

He reached for one of the suits, a deep, midnight blue that complemented his pale complexion and contrasted strikingly with his hair. As he slipped into the jacket, he adjusted the sleeves, making sure the fit was impeccable. He wanted to look his best, not for the people who would be at the gathering, but for Y/n.

His gaze shifted to the collection of colognes on his dresser. He never put much thought into such things before. A scent was a scent, and he was always one for simplicity. But today, he found himself carefully considering which fragrance to wear. He wanted something that would linger in her memory, something that would remind her of him long after they’d parted ways.

Aemond picked up a bottle, one with a subtle, warm scent—a blend of sandalwood and spice. It wasn’t overpowering, but it had a presence, much like he did. He dabbed it onto his neck and wrists, inhaling the scent as he did so. He’d never cared this much about how he smelled, about how anyone perceived him beyond the fear he naturally commanded. But today, he wanted Y/n to remember this about him. To associate this scent with the moments they would share.

He stepped back from the mirror, his heart beating faster than he liked to admit. He had faced countless enemies, made decisions that affected lives without a second thought, but this—this was different. This wasn’t about power or control. It was about a woman who had unwittingly come to mean more to him than he ever thought possible.

Aemond adjusted his tie, straightened his jacket one last time, and took a deep breath. This was uncharted territory for him, but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He just hoped that when Y/n saw him tonight, she would see more than just the scarred, fearsome man the world knew. He wanted her to see him—the man who was ready to lay everything on the line for her.

With one last glance in the mirror, Aemond turned and left his room, ready to face whatever the evening might bring.Aemond entered the gathering, the soft glow of the evening casting long shadows across the estate. The hum of conversation faded into the background as his senses focused on something far more captivating—the faint, melodic sound of a piano. The notes floated through the air, delicate and precise, as if each one was calling to him. He recognized the piece instantly—Elgar's Salut d'Amour, Op. 12.

He stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. She was already here.

His eyes scanned the gathering until they found her, and his heart skipped a beat. Y/n was seated at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys. She was dressed in a stunning midnight blue gown that hugged her figure gracefully, the rich color a perfect contrast to her long black hair, which was elegantly tied up in a bun. The way she looked—poised, serene, and utterly beautiful—left him momentarily breathless.

Aemond's own appearance, with his long white hair left loose, felt starkly different beside her, yet somehow, he couldn’t help but think they complemented each other perfectly—night and day, dark and light. He caught himself adjusting his suit again, a small gesture of nerves that he rarely experienced. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wanted to look his best, to leave a lasting impression on her.

As he stood at the edge of the gathering, he let the music wash over him, each note resonating deep within. His gaze remained locked on Y/n, who was oblivious to his presence, completely absorbed in her performance. The golden light of the setting sun bathed her in an almost ethereal glow, making her appear like a vision from another world.

Aemond's heart pounded with a mixture of emotions—admiration, longing, and something deeper, something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time. He wanted her, not just as a soulmate, but as a partner, someone he could protect and cherish. The realization of how much she meant to him struck him with full force.

As the final notes of Salut d'Amour hung in the air, Aemond felt a quiet resolve settle within him. He wasn’t just a man who had found his soulmate—he was a man who was ready to do whatever it took to win her heart. Tonight, he would make his intentions clear. He would show her not just the man he was, but the man he could be for her.

Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his suit one last time and stepped further into the gathering, his eyes never leaving Y/n. His heart thumped harder as he moved closer, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. Tonight, he would make sure she remembered him—not just as the mobster she had heard about, but as the man who was completely captivated by her.“This is my second son, Aemond,” Alicent introduced him to one of the benefactors, her voice warm but formal.

“Ah, Aemond Targaryen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the benefactor said, extending a hand. “I’ve heard much about your family’s business. Quite impressive, I must say.”

“Thank you,” Aemond replied, his voice steady. “We strive to uphold our family’s reputation.” His mind, however, was elsewhere, his single eye repeatedly drifting toward the piano, where Y/n had been playing just moments ago.

As the conversation continued, Aemond nodded along, offering polite responses, but his thoughts were consumed by her presence.

“Aemond, pay attention,” Alicent chided gently as the benefactor excused himself. “This is important. Where is your mind at?”

Aemond hesitated, caught off guard. “I—uh, I’m sorry, Mother. Just… admiring the music.”

Alicent raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re more than just a listener at these gatherings. You need to engage, especially with potential partners in business.”

“Of course,” Aemond replied, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But—”

“Just keep your focus, Aemond,” Alicent interrupted, her tone softening slightly. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but it’s important to make connections.”

He nodded, but his heart raced as he looked back toward the piano, eager to catch another glimpse of Y/n. However, to his dismay, she was no longer there. The space she had occupied felt emptier without her presence, and an unfamiliar sense of anxiety gnawed at him. Where had she gone?Aemond stood by the open patio, feeling out of place amidst the laughter and chatter of the gathering. The dimly lit room was filled with people exchanging pleasantries, and he felt like a ghost in the midst of their bright spirits. The laughter of the guests felt distant, their conversations swirling around him like an endless fog.

Every time he tried to engage in small talk with someone—Tom, Dick, or Harry, as he mentally labeled them—his mind drifted back to the piano, to Y/n. She had been a vision in that midnight blue gown, and the way she played tugged at something deep within him. Yet, as the minutes stretched into an eternity, he couldn’t shake off the gnawing feeling of restlessness.

“Excuse me,” he said abruptly to the last man he had been conversing with, a boisterous man who spoke far too loudly about his latest business ventures. Aemond had lost interest long ago, and now he just wanted to escape.

He stepped outside, the cool evening air washing over him like a balm. The sounds of the party faded behind him as he made his way toward the stables, feeling the weight of his unease settle in his chest. He needed to breathe, to clear his mind of the chaos inside.As Aemond approached the stables, a sweet sight greeted him, one that instantly melted the tension in his chest. There was Vhagar, his majestic black stallion, standing with his head lowered, enjoying gentle caresses from Y/n. She was perched on the stall door, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she offered Vhagar sugar cubes, giggling at the way he nuzzled her hand.

The sound of her laughter was like music to Aemond’s ears, pulling him from the dark thoughts that had clouded his mind. He stood frozen for a moment, watching her interact with the beast, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. The contrast between her and the massive stallion was striking, yet there was a beauty in the moment that captivated him.

“Look at you, you big sweetheart!” Y/n said, her voice soft and affectionate, as Vhagar happily accepted another sugar cube. She was so engrossed in the moment that she didn’t even notice Aemond standing there, watching her with admiration.

Aemond felt a rush of warmth flood through him, a mix of protectiveness and longing. Here was Y/n, so carefree and joyful, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit. She was nothing like he had ever known—a gentle soul that brought light into his often dark and tumultuous world.

“Are you trying to spoil him?” Aemond finally spoke, stepping closer, his voice a mixture of amusement and affection.

Y/n turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise before a grin broke across her face. “He deserves it! Look at him, he’s so sweet!”

Aemond chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his lips as he joined her at the stall. “You might be creating a monster, you know.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she continued to pet Vhagar. “Maybe, but I can’t help it. He’s so charming.”

As Aemond watched her, he realized that the unease from the party had melted away, replaced by the warmth of the connection they were building. In that moment, he felt as though he had found a little slice of happiness amidst the chaos of his life.“Not many people would call him charming,” Aemond remarked, his tone teasing yet reflective.

“Most people are afraid of him,” he continued, watching her interact with Vhagar, the stallion leaning into her touch.

“Afraid? Why? Look at him! He’s adorable!” Y/n responded, her eyes sparkling with delight as she offered another sugar cube. “Sure, he looks scary and big, but he has a heart too.”

Aemond felt a jolt at her words, as if she were unknowingly drawing a parallel between the stallion and himself. There was a tenderness in her voice that struck him, a reminder that sometimes appearances could be deceiving. The way she saw Vhagar mirrored how he wished to be seen—a creature capable of love beneath a fierce exterior.

“Maybe you’re right,” Aemond said, a soft smile playing on his lips. “He might be scary to some, but he’s fiercely loyal.”

“Just like you, I bet,” Y/n replied, her gaze meeting his with a warmth that made his heart race.

For a moment, they simply stood there, lost in each other’s eyes, the bond between them deepening in the quiet of the stables. In that instant, Aemond felt a flicker of hope that perhaps he could let her see beyond the surface, just as she had done with Vhagar.“Do you want to ride him?” Aemond asked, his excitement evident.

Before she could respond, a voice called out from the gathering. “There you are! Come on, they’re asking you to play Rachmaninoff. No one plays it like you do!”

Y/n looked up, surprise crossing her features. “I—I have to go,” she stammered, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She turned to Aemond, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “It was nice meeting you,” she said, offering a polite bow before excusing herself.

Aemond felt a pang in his chest as she walked away, oblivious to the truth that lay between them. He watched her go, wishing he could hold onto the moment a little longer, to reveal who he truly was. But for now, he remained in the shadows, hoping for another chance to share with her what he felt.Aemond approached Vhagar, the massive black stallion, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. “So you like her now, don’t you?” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the stable door. “You like her more than you like me, don’t you?”

Vhagar responded with a low, rumbling neigh, nodding his massive head as if in agreement. The stallion's large, intelligent eyes seemed to sparkle with understanding, as if he were sharing a secret.

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Traitor,” he muttered, feigning indignation. “I’ve spent years training you, and now you’ve decided to abandon me for a woman who hasn’t even realized I’m her soulmate?”

Vhagar snorted, nudging Aemond playfully with his muzzle, clearly unbothered by his master’s mock outrage. Aemond couldn't help but smile at the stallion’s antics. “I suppose she does have a certain charm,” he admitted, running a hand over Vhagar’s sleek coat. “She’s beautiful and talented, and she even makes you behave.”

As he spoke, Aemond’s mind drifted back to Y/n. Her laughter as she fed Vhagar sugar cubes had been music to his ears, and the way her face lit up in delight had made his heart race. “What am I supposed to do, Vhagar? I can’t just tell her who I am. She doesn’t know about the world I’m part of—the danger that comes with it. What if she runs away?”

The stallion stood quietly, listening, his warm breath billowing softly in the cool air. Aemond felt a strange comfort in confiding his thoughts to Vhagar, the only being who truly understood him. “You know I’ve never been good at this,” he continued, his voice softer. “I’ve built walls around myself for so long, convinced that I didn’t need anyone. But with her… it’s different. It feels real.”

Vhagar shifted, stepping closer, as if sensing Aemond's turmoil. “What do you think I should do? Should I bring her here more often? Maybe she’ll see how gentle you really are. If she knows you, maybe she’ll understand me too.”

Vhagar whinnied softly, nuzzling Aemond’s shoulder in a show of support. “I know, I know,” Aemond sighed. “You’ve already claimed her heart. Just don’t forget who feeds you.”

The stallion responded with a playful nip, making Aemond laugh. “See, even you’re turning against me,” he said, shaking his head. “At this rate, I’ll be left with nothing but a heart full of longing and a jealous stallion.”

He took a deep breath, the weight of his feelings hanging heavy in the air. “But I can’t give up on her. She deserves to know the truth, even if it scares me. I’ll figure this out, Vhagar. I have to.”

Vhagar neighed again, almost in agreement, and Aemond felt a spark of determination ignite within him. “Alright then,” he said, straightening up. “Let’s make sure she knows just how special she is, even if it means battling my own fears.”As Y/n stepped into the elegant gathering, she felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves. Clad in her finest gown—a midnight blue that accentuated her figure and complemented her long black hair, which she had carefully styled into a graceful bun—she was ready to captivate the audience with her music.

After a few hours of mingling and playing various pieces, she finally settled in front of the grand piano to perform Elgar’s Salut d'amour, Op. 12. Each note flowed effortlessly from her fingers, the melody weaving through the air like a delicate thread. The music enveloped her, transporting her into a world of beauty and emotion. As she played, she lost herself in the moment, the audience around her fading into the background.

When she finished, a wave of applause washed over her, and she smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time for a short break. She stood and stretched, feeling the tension leave her body, and made her way toward the stables nearby.

As she approached the stables, a sweet sense of serenity enveloped her. The sound of horses softly whinnying greeted her, and she stepped inside, her heart racing with anticipation. What she saw took her breath away.

Before her stood the most magnificent horse she had ever seen. A massive black stallion with a glossy coat that shimmered under the soft stable lights. His presence was commanding, yet there was a gentleness in his eyes that captivated her instantly. Y/n couldn’t help but feel drawn to the beast. He was beautiful and powerful, a true testament to the majesty of nature.

She cautiously approached, her heart pounding with excitement. The stallion seemed to sense her presence, lowering his head and letting out a soft whinny as if welcoming her. “Hello there,” she whispered, extending a hand toward him. “Aren’t you a beauty?”

As she fed him a few sugar cubes she had taken from a nearby bag, she giggled at how he nibbled gently from her palm. His large eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a little greedy, aren’t you?”

The stallion nuzzled her, making her heart swell. In that moment, all her worries about the gathering and the expectations placed upon her melted away. It was just her and this magnificent creature, sharing a quiet connection that felt incredibly special.

“Do you like it here?” she asked him, leaning in closer, her fingers brushing against his mane. “I can see why. It’s peaceful.”

She spent a few moments enjoying the calming atmosphere, feeling the gentle thrum of life around her Y/n didn’t notice the time passing or footsteps approaching. Then she heard a voice " “Are you trying to spoil him?” "Y/n felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was somehow significant.Y/n had only ever heard whispers and stories about Aemond Targaryen—the dangerous and ruthless heir of the Targaryen family. In the dim light of the stable, however, those tales paled in comparison to the reality standing before her.

As he stepped closer, she took in every detail of his appearance. Aemond was striking, almost ethereal. His long, silvery-blonde hair fell in soft waves around his shoulders, glimmering like moonlight. Each strand seemed to have a life of its own, moving slightly as he shifted. His chiseled features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, spoke of power and nobility. His single sapphire eye, sharp and piercing, held a depth that captivated her, while the eye patch only added an air of mystery and intrigue.

He wore a perfectly tailored suit that hugged his form in all the right places—dark and elegant, it contrasted sharply with his pale skin, giving him an aura of both danger and sophistication. Each button gleamed as if polished to perfection, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle or blemish to mar his ensemble. He moved with a grace that was both commanding and fluid, a testament to his confidence.

Y/n couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself. There was an undeniable charisma that radiated from him, a magnetic pull that drew her in, making her heart race. She could see why people feared him; there was an intensity in his gaze that could easily unsettle the unprepared. But in that moment, all she felt was a mix of admiration and intrigue.

Her mind raced as she compared the stories she had heard—of a cold-hearted mobster who ruled with an iron fist. Yet, as he stood before her, she could see the layers beneath the surface. There was a vulnerability hidden in the depths of his gaze, a flicker of something softer that made her heart ache with curiosity.

He was truly carved by the gods themselves, she thought, marveling at the perfection of his form. His presence filled the stable, a blend of danger and beauty that was both overwhelming and intoxicating. For a moment, she forgot all about the gathering, the pressures of expectation, and the uncertainty that loomed over her. All that mattered was the man standing before her, a figure of strength and allure that captivated her in ways she never thought possible.

As their eyes met, she felt the weight of the world fall away, leaving only the two of them in this serene moment. Y/n realized that the stories surrounding Aemond Targaryen were merely a glimpse into a far more complex being, one who was both terrifying and beautifully human.

He held the conversation with him as much as she could and finally was thankful when she was invited back to the party.  With one last look at Vhagar, she turned and walked away, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Aemond. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper beneath his intimidating exterior, a connection she had never felt before. As she walked back to the gathering, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, catching sight of him watching her leave, and her heart fluttered once more.

Throughout the party, Aemond's gaze remained fixed on Y/n, his heart racing as she lost herself in the music. Each piece she played was a testament to her talent, and the elegant melodies flowed effortlessly from her fingers. The notes filled the air, weaving a spell over the gathered guests, transforming the usual drudgery of the fundraiser into something enchanting.

Aemond leaned against a wall, a glass of whiskey in hand, completely captivated. He found himself smiling at her joy as she played one beautiful classical piece after another. Each note resonated with a part of him he didn’t know existed—one that craved beauty, warmth, and connection. He could see how she poured her heart into every performance, and it made the atmosphere come alive in a way he had never experienced before.

“Who knew a fundraiser could be this captivating?” he murmured to himself, a small smirk forming on his lips. Usually, he would’ve been bored, mentally plotting his escape after a few obligatory conversations. But tonight was different. Tonight, Y/n was at the center of it all, and her passion was infectious.

As she played Rachmaninoff, her fingers danced over the keys with such grace that he felt as if he were witnessing magic. The way her expression changed with each crescendo and decrescendo, the way she swayed slightly with the rhythm, it was mesmerizing. Aemond felt an overwhelming urge to protect that joy, to cherish it, and to be a part of her world.

“Look at her,” he thought, a sense of warmth spreading through him. “She’s incredible.”

Time slipped away as he lost himself in her music. It made the usual mingling and forced small talk with guests fade into the background. He was finally grateful for the fundraiser, for the opportunity to see her shine. He could hardly remember the last time he felt this way, the last time he had been able to forget the weight of his family’s legacy and his own reputation.

Just then, the music came to a soft, gentle end, and the room erupted into applause. Aemond’s heart raced as he joined the others, clapping for her with genuine admiration. He could see the flush of pride on her cheeks, and it ignited something inside him. He wanted to be the one to tell her how amazing she was, to support her dreams and ambitions.

As the applause died down and Y/n took a modest bow, Aemond knew he couldn’t let the night end without speaking to her again. The connection they shared—though still undefined—felt like something he wanted to explore, something that could shatter the barriers of his lonely existence. And so, he steeled himself, determined to make his way through the crowd and find her once more.

Aemond stood at the edge of the gathering, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm light over the guests. He was still lost in thoughts of Y/n when Helaena approached him, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

“You never stay till the end of any party, brother,” she said, arching an eyebrow playfully. “I wonder what made you stay till the end for this one.”

Her tone was light, but Aemond could sense the knowing glint in her eyes. He felt the heat creep up his neck, his heart racing at the thought of what she might be implying.

“Uh, Vhagar kept me company whenever I got bored,” he replied, forcing a nonchalant shrug. It was a flimsy excuse, and he knew it, but it was the best he could come up with on short notice.

“Of course, Vhagar,” she replied with a knowing smirk, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “Always the loyal steed, right?”

Aemond couldn't help but roll his eye at her playful banter. Helaena had always been good at reading him, and he wasn’t about to let her see how much he was actually affected by Y/n's presence.

“Just keeping an eye on the horse, Helaena,” he insisted, trying to sound dismissive.

“Right, because that’s what you do at a fundraiser. Keep an eye on the horse,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “Just remember, brother, if you’re going to stay, you might want to take a few more risks. Maybe even talk to a few people?”

With that, she gave him a playful nudge before walking away, leaving Aemond to contemplate her words. He felt a mixture of irritation and gratitude for her lightheartedness. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew he needed to talk to Y/n again—and soon.As the fundraiser began to wind down, Aemond found himself trapped in a series of small talk conversations that felt painfully tedious. Each polite laugh and forced smile wore him down, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/n.

His gaze drifted toward her across the room. She was standing by the grand entrance, slipping on her coat, her movements graceful and deliberate. Even from a distance, he could see how lovely she looked, her midnight blue gown shimmering softly under the low lights.

His heart raced as he fought against the impulse to approach her. This was his moment; he had finally found her, the woman who had captured his thoughts so completely. But the reality of the situation weighed heavily on him.

What if this isn’t the right time? he thought, anxiety creeping in. There are too many people here. What if someone sees? What if someone tries to hurt her? The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine. Y/n was his only chance at love, and the last thing he wanted was to make her vulnerable in front of a crowd that could easily turn hostile.

He clenched his fists, wrestling with his instincts. But I can’t let her leave without at least saying something! He felt a wave of desperation rising within him.

“Excuse me,” he muttered to the person he was speaking with, his attention now fully fixed on Y/n. He took a step toward her but hesitated, knowing that the gathering was still buzzing with laughter and chatter. If only I could protect her, to make her see I’m not like the others.

The conflict within him raged on as he watched her finish fastening her coat. He couldn’t let this moment slip away. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever might come next. I’ll have to be careful, he thought, but I need her to know who I am. I can’t let fear dictate my actions anymore.

With renewed determination, he made his way toward her, each step heavy with purpose and longing.Aemond felt a surge of frustration as Aegon grabbed his arm, pulling him away from his thoughts of Y/n.

“Brother, let me introduce you to Katie,” Aegon said, his tone far too cheerful for Aemond’s liking.

Aemond’s irritation deepened. Has he decided that he won’t let me meet my soulmate ever? he thought, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“Delighted,” he replied coolly, his voice dripping with formality as he turned to face Katie. She stood there in a dress that left little to the imagination, her hair perfectly styled, but to Aemond, she was nothing compared to Y/n. He couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust wash over him. She doesn’t even hold a candle to Y/n, he thought bitterly.

“How can I help you, Miss Katie?” Aemond asked, his tone distant and uninviting.

“Maybe you two can find love together,” Aegon chimed in with a mischievous wink, clearly enjoying the situation.

Aemond’s patience wore thin. “Find love? Please,” he scoffed. “I have no interest in pursuing something so… trivial.”

Katie leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against Aemond’s tie, a calculated move to seduce him. “Oh, come on, Aemond. You’re quite the catch. Why not have a little fun?”

He stepped back, his expression hardening. “Do not touch me,” he snapped, his cold gaze fixed on her. “You’re clearly not worth my time.”

Katie’s smile faltered, but Aegon only laughed, clearly entertained. “You’re just playing hard to get,” he teased.

“I’m not interested in games,” Aemond said, cutting through the banter. “Especially not with someone who doesn’t know the meaning of modesty.” He turned on his heel, leaving them both behind as he stormed away, his mind consumed with thoughts of Y/n.

The last thing he needed was to be distracted by the likes of Katie. All he wanted was to be with the woman who truly mattered.As Aemond stepped outside the grand estate, the night air hit him like a cold splash of water, but it was nothing compared to the jolt he felt when he spotted Y/n. She was climbing into a car, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the headlights. The sight struck him like a punch to the gut.

Not again, he thought, his heart sinking. It felt like watching sand slip through his fingers, a fleeting moment he could never grasp. His soulmate, his only chance at love, was leaving him again.

He knew that small things had never come easy for him—his family, his reputation, his very existence had always been marked by struggle. Why would something as precious as Y/n be any different? But this time, he was determined. No one could take her away from him. Not the gods, not fate itself.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he stood tall on the driveway, watching the car pull away. He felt a new sense of resolve washing over him, a fierce protectiveness igniting within.

“I will find you, Y/n,” he murmured to himself, his voice steady and low. “You’re mine now.”

With that thought, Aemond turned on his heel, the shadows of the night swirling around him, a silent promise etched in his heart. The challenge ahead no longer felt daunting; it felt exhilarating. He was ready to face whatever came his way, ready to fight for the love he had never dared to believe he could possess.As Aemond made his way back through the estate, he found Helaena waiting for him, leaning against a marble pillar with a knowing smile on her lips. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she watched him approach.

“Well, well,” she began, her voice teasing. “It looks like someone enjoyed the music tonight. And here I thought you hated these events.”

Aemond tried to play it cool, but his discomfort was evident. “The music was... fine,” he replied, his tone deliberately neutral.

“Just fine?” Helaena raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “I saw the way you were looking at her, Aemond. You were practically mesmerized. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so focused on anything that wasn’t a battle strategy or your horse.”

Aemond frowned, trying to deflect. “I was merely appreciating the artistry. Y/n’s an exceptionally talented pianist.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Helaena teased, stepping closer, her smile widening. “I’m not blind, brother. You were completely captivated by her, and don’t think I didn’t notice how you followed her with your eyes the entire evening.”

“She’s... interesting,” Aemond admitted, though his voice was guarded. “But it’s not what you think.”

“Oh, really?” Helaena tilted her head, feigning innocence. “So you weren’t just now at the stables, watching her feed sugar cubes to Vhagar? I’m sure it was purely coincidental that you ended up there at the same time.”

Aemond’s lips pressed into a thin line as he realized how transparent he’d been. “I didn’t plan it.”

“Sure, you didn’t,” Helaena said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Come on, Aemond, you can be honest with me. It’s obvious there’s something more here. You looked like you were about to challenge anyone who got too close to her.”

Aemond sighed, knowing there was no use trying to fool his sister. “She... she might be someone special,” he admitted reluctantly.

Helaena’s smile softened, her teasing giving way to genuine curiosity. “Is she your soulmate?”

Aemond hesitated for a moment before nodding, his expression conflicted. “Yes, she is. But Helaena, please don’t tell anyone. It’s too soon, and there are... complications.”

Helaena’s eyes widened with delight at the revelation, but she quickly composed herself, nodding in agreement. “Your secret’s safe with me, Aemond. But you know, I might want something in return.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow, knowing his sister was merely teasing him. “What do you want?”

“Maybe your black card to use for a day,” she said with a sly grin, expecting him to hesitate.

To her astonishment, Aemond reached into his pocket and handed her his black card without a second thought.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. “She doesn’t even know you, and you’re already so whipped...”

Aemond rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You can have the card, but keep the secret.”

Helaena laughed, tucking the card into her pocket. “Deal. But don’t think I’m letting you off that easily. We’ll talk more about this later.”

As she walked away, Aemond shook his head, amused by his sister’s antics. Despite her teasing, he knew she would keep his secret safe. Still, her words lingered in his mind—he was already willing to give up anything for Y/n, and she didn’t even know who he was yet. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for the challenges ahead, determined to claim his soulmate and keep her safe, no matter the cost.

In the dimly lit room of the Targaryen estate, the atmosphere was one of luxury and routine. Helaena was carefully inspecting the pieces of black market jewelry that had arrived earlier that day, taking hertime to select the finest items before the rest were sold off. Aegon lounged lazily on the couch, his attention more on his phone than on the glittering array of diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds before him.

Aemond, on the other hand, sat in a chair by the window, a file open in his lap. He made a half-hearted attempt to read through it, but his mind was elsewhere, occupied by thoughts of Y/n—the way she looked, the way she played the piano, the way her presence seemed to fill every room she was in.

Helaena, ever the observant sister, noticed Aemond’s distraction. She glanced over at him, her lips curling into a sly smile as an idea formed in her mind. Picking up a small sapphire brooch, she held it up to the light, examining the way the deep blue stone caught the rays of the afternoon sun.

“Say, brother,” Helaena called out, her tone light and teasing as she turned the brooch over in her hand, “What do you think of this one?”

Aemond barely looked up from his file, his response automatic. “It’s fine,” he muttered, clearly not paying attention.

Helaena wasn’t about to let him off that easily. “Fine?” she repeated, feigning surprise. “Just fine? But look at the color, Aemond. It’s a sapphire, like your eye.”

Aemond finally looked up, narrowing his eye at her. He could sense the teasing lilt in her voice, but before he could respond, Helaena continued.

“You know,” she said, her tone now more thoughtful, “Brooches are often worn by musicians. They like to keep things simple, elegant... understated. You can see a lot of them with something just like this on their lapel or their dress.”

Aemond’s fingers tightened around the file in his lap, but he said nothing. Helaena, however, was relentless.

“It’s such a subtle piece,” she went on, holding it up against her dress and turning to show Alicent, who nodded approvingly. “Perfect for someone who enjoys music—someone who plays it so beautifully. Don’t you think?”

Aegon, half-listening to the conversation, glanced up from his phone and snorted. “Who cares about a brooch, Helaena? If Aemond really wants to impress someone, he should just go all out and buy them a damn tiara or something.”

Helaena shot Aegon a withering look before turning her attention back to Aemond, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Sometimes, it’s the little things that matter most. The thoughtful gestures. Like choosing a brooch that perfectly matches someone’s style, their personality... their talents.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched as he finally met Helaena’s gaze, the corners of his mouth pulling into a tight line. “What exactly are you getting at, Helaena?”

She shrugged innocently, though her eyes gleamed with amusement. “Oh, nothing at all, dear brother. I’m just saying that some people—especially musicians—appreciate simplicity. It shows that you notice the little things about them. That you care.”

Aemond’s thoughts immediately turned to Y/n, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she would indeed like something like the brooch Helaena was holding. Something understated, but meaningful. A gesture that showed he had been paying attention to the details that made her who she was.

Helaena watched as the gears turned in Aemond’s mind, satisfied that she had successfully planted the idea. She placed the brooch down on the table, casually picking up another piece of jewelry—a delicate diamond necklace this time—and continued with her inspection, pretending to lose interest in the conversation. But not before adding one last, carefully placed comment.

“Of course,” she said, turning the necklace over in her hand, “If you’re not sure what someone likes, you could always ask them... or, better yet, pay close attention to what they wear. Musicians, for instance, have a certain style. But then again, I’m sure you already know that, don’t you, Aemond?”

Aemond’s gaze lingered on the brooch as he processed Helaena’s words. He knew she was teasing him, but there was also truth in what she said. Y/n did have a style—a grace that was reflected in everything she did. And perhaps, just perhaps, a thoughtful gesture like the one Helaena was hinting at would be a step in the right direction.

His lips curled into a faint smirk as he returned his attention to the file in his lap, but not before throwing a quick, appreciative glance at his sister. Helaena had always been able to see right through him, and while her teasing could be relentless, she often had a way of guiding him in the right direction—whether he liked it or not.

“Thanks, Helaena,” he said, his tone begrudging but genuine.

“Anytime, brother,” she replied with a wink. “Just don’t forget to get me something nice the next time a consignment comes in.”

Aegon looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at the ongoing conversation between Helaena and Aemond. He had been half-listening, but now his curiosity was piqued. "What is with you and musicians all of a sudden, Helaena?" he asked, his tone laced with mild irritation. "So musicians wear brooches. Big deal. Who cares?"

Helaena didn’t look up from the necklace she was inspecting. "It's not just about the brooch, Aegon," she said patiently, though her eyes twinkled with amusement. "It's about the thought behind it. Musicians appreciate subtle, elegant things that reflect their craft."

Aegon rolled his eyes, still not seeing the point. "Okay, but why are we talking about musicians? Who even cares about that? It's just jewelry."

Helaena finally looked up, giving him a sly smile. "Oh, I don't know, Aegon. Maybe someone around here has taken an interest in musicians lately. Or perhaps... in one musician in particular."

Aegon blinked, completely missing the insinuation. "A musician? What are you talking about? Who's a musician?"

Helaena sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if disappointed in Aegon’s lack of perception. "Really, Aegon? You can’t piece it together? It's not that hard."

Aegon frowned, his confusion deepening. "Okay, so who is it? Who’s the musician? Is it someone we know?"

Helaena exchanged a quick glance with Aemond, who remained stoic and silent, his face betraying nothing. "Let's just say," Helaena continued, "that someone we know might be more interested in a musician than they’re letting on."

Aegon squinted, trying to connect the dots. "Someone we know... interested in a musician..." He glanced between Aemond and Helaena, searching their faces for clues. "Wait, is it someone from the party last night? Is it... no, that doesn't make sense... Who could it be?"

Helaena let out a light laugh, clearly enjoying her brother’s struggle to figure things out. "Oh, Aegon, sometimes I wonder if you’re deliberately obtuse or if it just comes naturally."

Aegon huffed, feeling frustrated and slightly embarrassed. "You’re just messing with me, aren’t you? There’s no musician, is there?"

Helaena smiled sweetly at him. "Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. But you’re right about one thing, Aegon."

Aegon perked up, hoping for a clear answer. "Yeah? What’s that?"

"Brooches really don’t suit you," Helaena said with a teasing grin, her tone playful.

Aegon groaned in exasperation, giving up entirely. "You know what, Helaena? You’re impossible." He stood up, deciding it wasn’t worth trying to decipher whatever cryptic conversation his siblings were having. "I’m out of here. You two can keep your weird secrets."

As Aegon turned to leave, Helaena waved him off, still smiling. "Bye, Aegon! Don’t worry, maybe one day you’ll figure it out."

Aemond watched Aegon go, his expression neutral, though a faint hint of amusement lingered in his eye. Once Aegon was out of earshot, Helaena turned to Aemond, her playful demeanor softening. "He really is clueless sometimes, isn’t he?"

Aemond simply nodded, appreciating how Helaena had managed to keep the conversation veiled just enough to protect his secret. He owed her for that.As Aegon finally disappeared from the room, Helaena turned her attention back to the sapphire brooch she had been holding. The gemstone gleamed under the soft light, its deep blue color mirroring the shade of Aemond's remaining eye. She held it up for Aemond to see, her expression shifting from playful to thoughtful.

"She might like this one," Helaena said softly, her voice carrying a tenderness that only she could manage. "Maybe not right now, but whenever you feel the time is right."

Aemond's gaze fell on the brooch, the sapphire catching his attention. He reached out, taking it from her hand, turning it over gently as if already imagining it in Y/n’s possession. "It’s beautiful," he murmured, his tone more reflective than he intended.

Helaena watched him closely, her eyes full of understanding. "It matches your eye, you know," she pointed out with a small smile. "It’s like a piece of you that you can give to her."

Aemond looked up at his sister, his stoic demeanor softening for a moment. "You really think she’d like it?"

Helaena nodded, her smile widening. "I think she’ll love it. She appreciates things that have meaning behind them, not just the sparkle. This brooch... it’s more than just a pretty accessory. It’s a symbol. Of you. Of how you feel."

Aemond considered her words, the weight of them settling in his chest. He knew Helaena was right. Y/n wasn’t someone who was swayed by material wealth or grand gestures. She valued sincerity, and this brooch, with its deep, meaningful hue, seemed like the perfect way to express something he couldn’t quite put into words yet.

"Thank you," Aemond said quietly, his gratitude evident in his voice.

Helaena gave a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don’t have to thank me, brother. Just… make sure you take care of her. She’s special. I can tell."

Aemond nodded, slipping the brooch into his pocket as if he were already safeguarding something precious. "I will," he promised, his voice firm with conviction.

Helaena reached out and squeezed his hand gently. "I know you will. Whenever you’re ready to give it to her, it’ll be perfect. Just trust yourself."

Aemond met her gaze, the connection between them strong and unspoken. With a final nod, he let the brooch settle in his pocket, knowing that when the time was right, it would find its way to the one who was meant to wear it.Y/n sat at a small café with her friends, the warm afternoon sun casting a gentle glow over their table. They had gathered for their usual weekend catch-up, but today, the conversation had taken an unexpected turn. Her friends were buzzing with curiosity, and she could sense their excitement.

“So, tell us everything!” Sarah leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “How was the Targaryen party? I heard it was beyond lavish.”

Y/n smiled, stirring her tea thoughtfully. “It was… definitely something,” she began, trying to keep her tone casual. But even as she spoke, memories of the night flooded back—the grandeur of the estate, the elegance of the event, and of course, the enigmatic presence of Aemond Targaryen.

“And what about Aemond Targaryen?” Lydia chimed in, her voice low and conspiratorial. “We’ve heard so many rumors about him. Is he as intimidating as they say?”

Y/n paused, carefully choosing her words. “He has a very commanding presence, that’s for sure. But I didn’t really speak to him much,” she lied, not ready to reveal just how much the Targaryen prince had occupied her thoughts since the party.

“Oh, come on, Y/n!” Sarah nudged her playfully. “You must have noticed something about him. Is he as cold as they say? Or is there more to him?”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s… well, let’s just say he’s a bit of a mystery. I didn’t spend enough time around him to really get a sense of what he’s like.”

Her friends exchanged glances, clearly not satisfied with her vague response. “You’re holding out on us,” Lydia teased. “But seriously, was there anything interesting about the party? It must have been incredible.”

Y/n nodded, eager to shift the focus away from Aemond. “The party was beautiful, really. The Targaryen estate is even more impressive in person—massive chandeliers, marble floors, everything you’d imagine and more. And the people there… they were all so elegant, like something out of a movie.”

“But did anything stand out?” Sarah pressed.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly as a memory surfaced. “Well, there was something… or rather, someone. There was this horse in the stables, a magnificent black stallion named Vhagar. He was absolutely stunning—strong, proud, and surprisingly gentle. I got to feed him some sugar cubes.”

Her friends listened with wide eyes, clearly enthralled by the image she painted. “A black stallion named Vhagar? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel!” Lydia exclaimed.

Y/n nodded, feeling a strange warmth at the memory of the moment. “He was really something. And despite his size, he was so sweet. I couldn’t help but giggle at how he kept nudging me for more sugar cubes.”

Sarah sighed dreamily. “That sounds amazing. But still, Y/n, you have to admit, Aemond Targaryen is the most interesting part of this story.”

Y/n shrugged, trying to keep her voice light. “He’s… well, he’s definitely intriguing. But honestly, the whole party was just so grand and opulent. It was hard not to be overwhelmed by it all.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Y/n’s attempt to downplay her interest. “I get the feeling you’re not telling us everything, but I suppose we’ll let it slide—for now.”

Y/n laughed, grateful for the shift in tone. “Maybe I’m just still processing everything. It was a lot to take in, you know?”

Her friends nodded, finally letting the topic drop, but Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Aemond Targaryen had left a much bigger impression on her than she was willing to admit.

part 3

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Thanks to @livingdeadgirly for giving me the idea.

(Yandere!BihanxreaderxYandere!Tomas)

It's long. Sorry.

I have built on this idea to my own liking/ to fit the idea I have so this is MY interpretation of the idea. Please be aware that I have never played any Mortal Kombat games just watched movies & lore videos.

After the events of MK1 (2023)

Summary: Tomas and the woman he's trained have grown closer over the past few years. However a threat from the Lin Kuei (minimal use of Y/N) puts their relationship on hold as his darling is abducted by them during an attack.

WARNINGS: Dark/yandere/noncon/violence/forced relationship.

-You were a young woman residing in a rural village within Earthrealm

-You enjoyed your schooling because your family was privileged enough to afford you an education but you weren't wealthy either

-You favorite pastime was reading/learning about the other realms however your priority was mapping out Earthrealm first since you lived there

-You attempted to educate young children in your village by reading to them in your spare time and teaching them about the beauty and dangers that co-exist within the multiple realms

-A danger that you only had heard whispers of became a reality late summer when these assassins sporting Blue and Black garments stormed your village in search of those who supported the Shirai Ryu

-Houses were cased in ice, schools and hospitals demolished

-It was a picture right out of a book about the Netherrealm. Grey/green clouds, sharp winds and endless screams of innocents being slaughtered

-In the midst of chaos, you'd been hit by a dagger as cold as a winter storm and fell to the ground

-With the little strength you had, you crawled your way to cover

-The heat of your skin had bullet sized sweat drops running down your body, the amount of blood you felt leave you put your mortality in a sharp perspective and you assumed you wouldn't make it

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-The next 3 years were something of a miracle

-You were saved by soldiers from the Shirai Ryu scouring the land for survivors and hours after the attack, your lifeforce was hanging by a thread but you were still alive

-You spent your time learning their discipline, their training and forming the strength to become a fight

-Fighter in loose terms of course, you weren't good

- you refused to take part in the same carnage and devastation you were put through, you held your own fire back

-But you remained optimistic much to the chagrin of the more serious members when your academic skills aided them to victory

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-Another unforeseen occurrence has recently distracted you

-The handsome, grey-eyed and soft silver, short-haired warrior Smoke was your instructor

-The way he and his brother lead their clan in unison reminded you of the family and friends you'd loved and lost over the years

-You were told by Kuai Liang that Smoke had saved you from death and carried you to safety

-Over the few years, you felt some sense of debt to him and he clearly did not see it that way himself, your persistence to prove something to him added to his ego

-His dedication to train you started from a sense of duty but overtime he couldn't help but think if he saved you for himself rather than the Lin Kuei

-You were an attractive woman and he attempted not to stray from his purpose of serving his master (Kuai Liang)

-Yet you looked up to him in a way that made him feel special; he was second and his days under Bi-han he was third if anything at all

-But you went to him first, you called his name first when you had an issue

-Tomas couldn't help but feel like he was more of a man because of you, a pretty girl, coming to him for help

-Using the moral guide of the Lin kuei and the Shirai Ryu, he knew being humble was the key, however....

-The way you looked at him when he was giving instructions, the shy smile you gave him in the morning or in passing

-Especially, the way you'd let him adjust your form during training

-Deep down he knew he wasn't entitled to you but the prestige of being the second in command in the Shirai Ryu had been manifesting in his head

-Tomas knew he wanted his legacy to continue but the years of Bi-han's abuse had convinced him he wasn't good enough

-He felt ashamed when his thoughts of pinning you down and having his way with you occurred during training

-His fantasy was you admitting that you werent good enough to fight but that you could be useful in otherways

-He'd pin you down on the nearest surface, well first you'd suck him off THEN he'd force you down and probably spank you and when he was hard from hearing your cries, he'd force himself inside you

-His deepest desire is you submitting as a thank you for saving your life several years ago

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-But all the changed when the Lin Kuei attacked......

-Kuai Liang and his wife Harumi commanded their assassins into position, somehow that Lin Kuei had infiltrated their land

-Tomas immediately found you and demanded you hide inside the compound but you insisted you fight with your group

-The defiant attitude had Tomas growling, this was the first time he'd be forceful with you beyond training

-"I'm not asking. I'm telling you to HIDE or there will be punishment." Tomas said, no room for argument

-Once Tomas was out of sight, you ran to an opposite area of the compound, determined to prove you can fight for Tomas just as he has fought for you

-You'd met with the most intense scene you'd ever witness. Kuai Liang and a large man in a Lin Kuei uniform facing off using their powers

-After blow to blow, the man using sharp, ice daggers subdued Scorpion and chuckled at his brothers downfall

-You gasped, never witnessing Scorpion lose to an opponent causing the large man with the gravely deep voice to glance at you

-His eye brows furrowed and he go into a fighting stance and you knew you'd be no match for this warrior

-You attempted a fighting stance yourself, but you slipped causing the Lin Kuei-man to laugh at you

-He was about to strike when smoke appeared out of nowhere and Tomas angrily appeared

-Tomas and the man he called Bi-han shouted at each other until fists were exchanged

-In a spur of the moment decision, you ran in-between Tomas and Bi-han and a force unknown to you knocked you to the ground and everything went dark

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-A throbbing headache hit you as you came through, your blurry eyes trying to focus on the comfortable surroundings

-You were on a bed and a heavy chain was on your ankle

-While yanking on the chain with all the strength you could muster, the door swung open to a man who took up all of the door frame

-It was bi-han wearing a mask, his outfit still stained with the blood of the fallen members if Shirai Ryu

-Immediately you remember Tomas, your heart races as you look at all the dried blood

-"Those fools are still alive, they are lucky we held back. Somewhat." Bi-han says, crossing his arms

-You ask why are you here, tugging on the chain as Bi-han steps forward

-"What are you to them?" He asks.

-You explained that Tomas and Kaui Liang saved you from dying and allowed you to train within the Shirai Ryu

-Bi-han raised a skeptic brow, eyeing your muscles (or lack thereof) indicating his disbelief

-"Whose Concubine are you?" Kuai Liangs?" He suggested, slowly removing his mask and tossing it aside

-You stopped pulling while the heat when to your face. How dare he think that's your purpose with them AND that one of the most honorable men you've met would behave in such a manner. Kuai Liang would never betray Harumi in that way and the slander of him made your blood boil

-Without a response, Bi-han went on "So you belong to Tomas then?" He didn't smile, waiting for an answer

-You reaffirmed that you trained with them, scared but not backing down

-Bi-han stepped closer you, confirming that he commanded dominance at all times

-"You may not think you belong to him but does he know that?" Bi-han crouched down to your eye-level, his icy breath hitting your face

-For the first time, you make direct eye contact which seemingly surprises him for second before his eyes darken again

-"You want to be his? He is weak and why my brother tolerates his incompetence in their new era shocks me." Bi-han says, clutching his fists.

-"Unlike you, Tomas is a good man who fights to protect the innocent not glory." In a surge of confidence, you try to push away Bi-han but he catches your wrists.

-"Is that so? Well then maybe I should show you how much of a bad man I am."

-Bi-Han quickly removes his garments and moves to get rid of yours. You thrash around, limited by the chains so Bi-han easily covers your entire body with his much larger one.

-He caresses your skin in a gentle contradiction to being pinned down with force. You attempt to push him off of you to no success. He smiles, knowing your resistance is useless.

-"Did Tomas ever touch you like this?" Bi-Han asked while thumbing your nipples and fondling your breast.

-You mewl at the brand new sensation of being felt so intimately and for a second Bi-Hans eye went soft at the sight beneath him

-The gentleness didn't last when Bi-Han realized that you and Tomas had never been intimate; you had never been intimate and that made Bi-Han delighted. This would be one of his many flawless victories over the Shirai Ryu.

-"I'll have to open you up a little." Bi-han reached a long, thick finger down to your intimate area and began playing your lips. His finger ran down your slit slowly; he wanted you to feel and remember him. You'd end this day as claimed territory of the Lin Kuei. It didn't matter what you wanted.

-Your brain had stopped. Your reasonability drowned out by the fast pace of your beating heart.

-His attention back on your face and without warning, shoved one finger inside you. He began jerking it in and out; he made sure to hit every spot he could. He grew harder thinking about the idea that you'd be able to feel him hours after this night.

-With every thrust, your hand that was wrapped around Bi-Hans arm squeezed his bicep. Something about you responding to his assault by holding on to him harder caused him to spur.

-You felt yourself getting closer to what you knew to be the climax of your enjoyment; a coil of warmth began and you clutched on Bi-Han for dear life.

-Bi-Han quickened the pace seeing your reaction. You squirmed and let out a loud moan at your release.

-You slowly sat up as Bi-Han closed in on you. Catching your breath, you asked him to please not do anything more with tears pricking in your eyes.

-He had no intention of stopping; he was belated to have you bending to you will, underneath him. Now it was your turn to give him his prize.

-He pulled up right to his erect penis and looked down on you expectantly.

-You shook your head, turning away until he grabbed the back of your head and forced your open mouth down on him.

-"Do as your new grandmaster commands." He said in a low voice.

-You swirled your tongue around, unsure of how to do what he wanted you to do. You dragged your tongue up and down his shaft, targeting the vein. You blushed because you had the thoughts about Tomas in the past but knew they weren't appropriate.

-Bi-Han started bobbing your head up and down on his cock, using both his hands.

-This is the only time he'd allow himself to be sloppy. His moans and sighs filling the room.

-Abruptly, he shoved you down and once again his large body was completely covering yours.

-"No more resistance? Good girl." He adjusted himself to be at your entrance before grabbing your face and smashing his lips on yours.

-There was no adjustment period. He shoved himself inside you and began to thrust. He held you down with super strength while peppering kisses on your neck and chest.

-Bi-Han sped up his movement and kissed you again. "Kiss me back" he growled.

-You obliged; just wanting the nightmare to be over.

-His tongue danced for dominance in your mouth and of course he won. He smiled into the kiss.

-He began growling as his thrust became sloppy. He gripped your hips with intense force and released his seed deep within you; not moving until every single drop was inside you.

-"You are officially property of the Lin Kuei. You will be under my particular command and I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do what I say. I can give you alot.....if you earn it."

[studentbyday]

week 1. a stuttering start.

i can't believe autumn is already approaching. i feel like i haven't done much to truly live on my own terms this year... (the majority of my time was spent either chained to my desk, living the studying hermit life as usual, or...and this is a new one for this era of my life, feeling like a child following the real adults around on my travels which @zzzzzestforlife documents way better tbh. the travels, that is...)

in addition i've been feeling very unmotivated and numb this school year. even more so than usual. i've never been as zesty as...well, Zesty when it comes to new school years, but it has slowly been getting worse since i started uni and i think i'm getting dangerously close to falling off some cliff i'll later realize was an important cliff to not fall off of. do you get what i mean? i'm only speaking vaguely because i myself do not quite know.

i oscillate between wanting to be extraordinary and extra ordinary. i have fallen back into bad habits, which do not set a good precedent. and overall i feel lost. so so lost that i started reading designing your life. and dulled by the isolation of school i can hardly focus. it's not a new problem, i've just finally been able to put words to it after all these years. engaging and/or cathartic verbal conversation brings me back to life, whether i'm listening or speaking, but i don't get enough of that in my daily life...this is just a very weird mundane state to be in. don't get me wrong, i was relieved to get back to this life with a very predictable pattern after the hectic-ness of travel, but something about it always felt off and i almost can't believe that only now i've realized why.

anyway, feelings pass. and i have overcome the jet lag, so i am that much more energized (and perhaps a little more desperate) to bulldoze through this problem.

Study:

Read/skimmed all the syllabi for anything new (much of it is the same year-to-year as they're all courses in the same faculty and i am resigned to the fact that there will be weighty group work in at least one course out of every year)

Caught up on course announcements

Finished microbiology module for this week (hmmm i read like half of this module last year when i attempted and then dropped this course so it wasn't the most interesting the second time around but i think it'll get better as i get to the new stuff and the nitty-gritty details 🔬 mwahahaha 🦠 i also decided last minute to make flashcards for these and had to transfer my notes to anki. i wish there weren't so many isolated facts or similar but distinct processes i need to remember.)

Made flashcards for half of this week's immunology content (seems to be a memorization-heavy course and i think i really need the active recall since i barely remember the pre-req info 😅 luckily they review it in the module... 🤭)

Reviewed some of the flashcards made this week

Worked on (but didn't finish) global health slides for this week (i'm...not entirely sure what i should be taking notes on or how because...this all seems either very common sense or kind of..."woo-woo" based on my way of understanding the world...but ig that's my own biases talking? i hope they'll just test us on the common sense stuff. that will be easier for my brain 🥴)

Around half of pathology slides are left from this week (probably the most work intensive course i'm taking rn based on the timeline 😵 but also it's shaping up to be my favorite subject this semester because the modules are so well designed AND it's large processes or, even if it's smaller concepts, they're all connected to each other so i don't need flashcards!...i think! i can just pull on the thread of memory and it all unspools (...ideally...)!)

Wrote down due dates for all assessments this semester

Other life things: (yeah idk what to call this section)

I became a 6AM girlie!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Unpacked

Washed my water bottle

Caught up with a friend 💗

Health:

Yoga x2

Journalled x2

Early morning walk in nature x1 (the air smelled so so fresh i was so glad i went out...and even gladder that i went out when i did because after that the air quality got super bad from wildfire smoke 🥺)

Pilates x1 (i made it! in 2 split sessions, but still! and i feel great!!! 😃 i'm so glad i found this channel because she explains the moves in a way that i can get it even with my bad coordination 😅 she also goes slowly and there is no annoying workout music so i can completely focus on the movements and how they feel, it's perfect. 😊)

Music in My Head:

Blue Danube Waltz (OG piano version)

Treat People With Kindness

On the Sunny Side of the Street

Hikaru Nara (the perfect song for my current ambivalent mood because the whole theme of the anime, which is reflected in the sound of this arrangement, is the need to reignite your spark for the things that mean something to you and make the absolute most of it because life is short)

a few dark academia playlists that i put on loop to study to (links under the cut) (somehow the ones with new age music are the only ones i can listen to...light/quiet enough that it doesn't interrupt my thoughts but intense and melodic enough that it puts me in the mood to focus 😅)

[violetarks]

"where are you going? can i come too?"

anime: jujutsu kaisen

character: geto suguru

summary: suguru's ideals come in the way of your relationship, and you're all too willing to become a different person for him. but he can't lose the person he fell in love with forever.

warnings: g/n! reader, short angst with no comfort, set in the past right as geto changes

you kiss him 'good luck' on his solo mission. you've noticed that he's changed, he's no longer the same man you fell in love with. but you still love him. how could you not?

he lays in your bed, tired eyes staring blankly ahead. the light no longer presents itself in his irises, he looks at you with such emptiness that makes you believe he's truly gone. yet his hands still feel warm, the short yet noticeable smiles that paint his face give you hope. the way he says your name, a whisper upon his lips, makes your heart thump aggressively against your ribcage.

"are you okay, suguru?" you ask, brushing your fingers through his silky hair as he lays there. from your seated spot on the edge of your own bed, you can see the bags under his eyes. he blinks once before looking back at you, the faintest smile on his lips. "you look tired... i can go instead. i'm sure principle yaga wouldn't mind."

he stares at you for another moment, remembering all the features of your face. he feels like he's slipping from reality, almost like he's phasing out of his life and into another world. but... nothing has truly changed except for him. the universe is how it's always been... but has he never noticed the draining nature that is the jujutsu society?

"no..." he whispers out, placing a hand on top of yours once he reaches his cold cheek. a kiss lays itself on your inner palm. "no, y/n, thank you. i have to go."

he sits up and you frown. pulling yourself to sit beside him, you reach and wrap your arms around his neck, gently pushing his head against your shoulder. you kiss his ear. "only if you're sure, baby." you say to him, his own fingers brushing against your hips, "if you need anything, call me. i'll be here waiting for you."

when you say that, he closes his eyes and breathes you in. the remnants of your relationship hang by a thread on your being. he knows that he has lost himself, and by the way you hold him now he knows you know as well. but your fingers continue to dance along his nape. your intoxicating warmth keeps him momentarily distracted.

"thank you." he replies, pulling away to gently kiss your lips. you smile the most you can and give him another for good measure. "shall i pick up something for you, my love?"

"just come home safely, suguru." you tell him, pulling him to stand up and grabbing his uniform jacket from the seat in the corner of your room. you hand it to him and grin. "and maybe some snacks for movie night."

he chuckles, opening his wallet in his pocket to make sure that he has everything, his credit card, his student license and the pictures of you and himself. once assured, you walk him to the exit of your dorm, holding his hand. he stands outside, hair done up and his face dull. you hold his cheeks gently in your palm, pulling him closer again.

you kiss his lips with such kindness that it almost restores all hope he has in himself and in the world. a beacon of hope, you were, but such fragile emotions are tainted in the jujutsu society. suguru finds himself wishing that you had chosen a different occupation once you pull away, even though he knows that it was the only reason you two met.

"good luck, baby." you say, giving him a smile.

he nods his head, tilting it a little with grin. "thank you, my love."

you're more than surprised, upset, perturbed when you hear from principle yaga that suguru has committed mass genocide of civilians on his most recent mission today. you get your phone call from him while you're out, renting a movie for you and suguru to watch, and end up answering while alone in the horror aisle, looking down at a movie that shoko recommended the both of you. your reflection is all you see in the dvd box and your expression is all that people would need to understand that whatever you heard on that phone is enough to kill you.

he couldn't even begin to understand how hard this was for you. you hang up the phone and return the dvd to the right spot on the shelf, making a beeline for the exit. you nod 'goodbye' to the staff as you leave, and stand in broad daylight amongst the crowd of people passing by.

"suguru has been put on death row. your orders are to capture him to return to the higher ups, or to kill on site." yaga's voice is quieter when he says this, because he knows just how much it hurts you to hear this. you haven't said anything since 'hello?' or 'what's wrong?'.

principle yaga sighs out, disliking having to say such things to his students, "i understand that this will be the toughest decision for you, satoru and shoko to make... but it needs to be done. please return to the school as soon as you can, we need to talk with the first years, and the kyoto school is coming for a meeting."

you blink at what's in front of you and you can hear your heart pulsating in your ears. it so loud and you feel like your throat is closing up so fast that it'll tear into itself. every breath you make results in your lungs cringing and every muscle in your body is so tight that it could turn into a million single strands of fibre.

suguru blinks back at you, dressed in black clothing that matches his earrings and his hair, which is now half down. he only walks forward and takes your hand. he knows you know now. he can tell by the way you look at him and the way you don't move to greet him first. you aren't smiling and you aren't talking.

he leads you through the streets, holding onto your hand at every crossing, every stop light, every twist and turn of the path. he only lets go when you're in a nearby park, yards away from the kids playing on the playground. people pass you by every few minutes, but you don't bother speaking up. you sit on opposite ends, you in your uniform and your hands on your lap.

"so," he begins, finally breaking the silence, "should we postpone movie night?"

you look to him slowly, eyes dragging from the green grass. he looks at you, eyes with more light than you have ever seen in him recently. his smile is more genuine. and you furrow your brows because—

"what the fuck, suguru..."

"y/n—"

"a whole village... suguru, you murdered an entire village." your voice is low enough for people not to hear, but it seems like the amount has dwindled since you began speaking. suguru's smile drops slowly. "you were sent there to apprehend a curse—!"

"yaga told me to kill you." you scowl, upturned brows. suguru isn't surprised. he knows better than to believe he would go unpunished for this. "satoru will have to go after you. and nanami, mei mei... what are you going to do?"

"there was no curse." he explains, brows knitting like yours are. the difference between the two of you is that suguru's voice is strong and he is relaxed. you are on the brink of collapse. "the whole village was plagued by unjust people. they treated two young girls as trash in order to save their own asses. i did what i needed for the bettering of our world."

you would later come back to school to read the files with shoko and satoru together, in utter shock by the actions of your boyfriend and their best friend. even though the village was wrong... the genocide he committed could not go unfaced. did he think this made him better than them? to kill people under no judicial decision?

"they won't catch me, my love." he tells you, shaking his head. you stare at him with disbelief. your boyfriend was unbelievable. "i want you to keep this, y/n."

he holds out the photos of you two from his wallet, you recognise them easily. "why?"

"because we're breaking up." he says easily.

"where are you gonna' go?" you ask, pushing his hand away as you stand up.

"i will figure it out." he explains little to you, knowing that if you ever found out, devoted sorcerers would torture you to hear about it.

people have recognised that you two are in a heared conversation, and steer clear of your pathway. the amosphere you have both created sticks in the air like a bad smell, it's just too difficult to get rid of.

"suguru..." you say, voice emphaising your shocked emotions, "all sorcerers will be notified of your betrayal. you'll be hunted down!"

"let them come." he states, standing as well.

"idiot..." you muster out, "you're gonna' leave me here?"

"you can't come with me, my love." he informs you, shaking his head again. he makes a joke of your question, finding it useless to ask. you straighten your eyes his way, almost glaring. "you're a jujutsu sorcerer, and i'm a killer."

"let me come with you." you demand, clutching onto his hand. the photo of the both of you becomes scrunched between your palms. "please, suguru. i need to come along with you."

he understands you, more than anyone else. you would do anything for the man you love. you do everything together, you always look out for him, you have never once tried to hurt him or make him look bad. maybe that's just who you are, or maybe that's how he makes you.

"no, y/n. you can't." he sternly says, looking back at you with serious intent, "we're no longer together."

"please?" your voice is pleading with him. you know nothing more than him. he is your world. "i need to come with you, suguru."

he realises then that you're not trying to accompany him because you want to revert him back, but because you can't bear to be apart from him.

"i'm—i'm strong!" you defend your case, "you know that. i could do whatever you needed me to do. i'll... i'll even stall satoru for you."

he widens his eyes at your devotion to him, your greatest weaknesses.

"please, just let me come too. i promise, i won't go behind your back and do anything bad, i'll follow your orders, i'll listen." you say, tears, threatening to spill at any moment, "i'll do whatever you need me to. just... don't leave me behind."

his smile has disappeared by now, and he feels like he shouldn't be here with you anymore. your warmth is now too hot, and he feels like he's about to burn up because of you. it's your love for him. that is the ignited passion he feels. it's... too much.

"this was a waste of time." he lets go of you, and the crumbled photo falls to the ground. it's dirtied now by the dust. "next time you see me, you'll have to kill me."

"suguru!" you shout, your knees too weak to move forward and follow him. you go to cast your domain, shaky hands. "we're not finished!"

but he stops, hands in his pockets as he turns to face you side-on. once linked with his eyes, you halt your movements. you can't cast your domain against the only man you'll ever love... what were you thinking?

he knows your thought process. and he will never forget this power.

suguru's graceful smile dawns upon you and he chimes, "i'll see you around, my love."

you sit by satoru and are asked why you two didn't kill suguru when he met with the both of you separately. you answer with silence as satoru asks how the principle could ask such a thing.

suguru is by far the worst thing to ever happen to you, and you would risk it all for him anyday.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XIII. — OVERSTIMULATION

cw: Dub-Con Implied, Overstimulation, Torture, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Gore, Violence, Bodily Harm and Incapacitation, Unhealthy Relationships, Yandere, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Fem! Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: I can't stop thinking about the different possible routes that a relationship with Overhaul would look like. Would he be so distant and confusing yet needy and desperate at the same time? Would he be completely transparent and firm to the point of torture? Would it be a mix of anything and everything—just never good? I like to explore different aspects of how he could be. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.6k words.

“P-Please, Kai, stop!” 

But your plea goes ignored, hidden within the thick gusts of smoke and murky shadows that spill from Kai’s mouth. He’s breathing so thickly against your skin, head buried within the bend of your neck and folding his lips over the prickly flesh. You gasp whenever his teeth graze you, but it’s lost whenever Kai thrusts in again—hard—and your eyes shutter before you whimper. 

“Kai, I can’t take this—can we please stop? Can we—” 

“We can’t stop.” 

His response is curt, each word clipped and sharp. You’re taken by surprise, left dangling by his sorrowful tone, suspended by those deep and husky chords that guitar their way into your silly mind. Kai sounds apprehensive, but it doesn’t make sense, so you’re positive that there’s something more underneath the shoddy threads. What does he even—but his cock is sturdy and rough whenever it retracts and shoves itself back into your cunt, punching through your guts and making you sick. How long has he been laying into you? Time keeps fumbling through the edges of your fingers, and you find yourself left perched on a dangerous balcony. 

“W-Why can’t we? Kai, it’s… this hurts so much … !!” 

At your words, Kai’s thrusts slow down by half a mile but he doesn’t stop rolling his hips, sawing through your velvet walls with hissing agony. His head is no longer hidden within the depths of your neck, instead he hovers, eyes wide and imploring. Those golden honey hues glowing in the dark of the night, small, pinpricks, impending needles filled with chloroform and doxepin. It’s almost like he’s stopped breathing. 

“It can’t hurt. Why would this hurt? You’re still wet, aren’t you?” 

Those strange and unusual thinking patterns, a depression that compresses your lungs and makes the back of your ribs flare in protest. Kai’s become nothing short of a total stranger lately. It’s like you don’t even know him anymore—or, maybe, maybe you never did in the first place. Sometimes when he talks to you, it’s like he’s become a shell of someone long gone, a gravestone chipped and faded underneath a stormy gray. It’s always like this whenever you have sex with him anymore. You stutter. 

“It’s because I’ve—already cum a few times. A-And haven’t you?” 

Kai’s eyes never waver. 

“Yes.” 

Bold, firm, and absolute. That one word makes your head spin, makes you swallow. 

“Th-Then isn’t this, umhh, haa, getting to be a little too much for you, too?” 

Those eyes seem to shrink. 

“No.” 

You’re left gaping. 

“K-Kai. I… don’t…” 

Kai’s hips have started slowing down, like the dying embers of a candle wick, fading, dreamy. His eyes just continue to grow, grow, grow, and they’re full moons, they’re stars in the universe, galaxies filled with unknown territory and possibilities. A needle threads his brows, a line down the center of his face. 

“This is all I’ve ever wanted and more. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. Don’t you need this as much as I do? Why would you make love to me in the first place if you didn’t?” 

Oh, Kai’s so gone, he’s the hurricane, and there is no eye that you can ground yourself in. It’s all sweeping planes, underbrush and wildfires. 

“Please d-don’t say it like that. I did want you—” 

You can barely comprehend what’s happening before Kai’s cock slices through you, through your heart, thirsty for you, rust and dust crumbling over you, seasoning, and his arms are caging your head. His elbows dig into your breasts, his paws are scratching into the frame of your face. Terror frosts through your veins, phosphorus and venom, a headless snake in the grass. Kai grits his teeth together so loudly that you hear them squeak, he’s shivering, he’s trembling, and he’s breathing faster than ever. Tornadoes of insanity, hyperventilation that slips into those hooked fingers. 

“Did want me? What are you trying to say to me, angel? Do you not want me anymore? Is there something wrong with you? Because I can’t understand why you’d back out of us now.” 

Shaking your head is difficult, claws. 

“That was—Kai, God, of course, I still want you—I just. Kai, that was just a slip of my tongue, I—I don’t know, but I do want to have sex with you. I do, but you’re hurting me.” 

Your eyes are wide and lifeless as soon as those words leak over your lips. The haze from your orgasms, from the highs that kept you bouncing cloud to cloud, everything happy, and every tickling sensation that nibbles away at the edges of your nervous system—gone, vanished before your being. Time is still, everything is still. If you prayed hard enough, could the Universe wink back in on itself—because you can feel it, can feel the pressure building up beneath the surface. It’s an emergency, urgent, and it starts to swell, an infection ready to implode. Kai isn’t human anymore. 

And then, 

An anguished yell, something furious, tearing through the bottom of his throat, screaming, vibrating behind clasped teeth. Kai rips his hands away from your head so that he can lean back on his haunches, the smiles of his fingernails raking down your abdomen to your hips so that he could easily drag you along with. And maybe you scream too, something silvery and scared, but Kai’s growl rumbles dangerously. His cock is thumping inside of you again, rocking, riding, and he’s thrusting into you with a fever that makes you cough and choke on your own spit, hot tears trickling down your cheeks. 

“What the hell do you mean I’m hurting you? This is all for you—I’m all yours and I’ve always been all yours, but now I’m hurting you? I can’t…” 

He doesn’t finish his train of thought, too focused on pounding into your abused and aching cunt. The heartbeat of your clit is buzzing through the walls, gone and pained, and you feel bloody and raw—full but so empty. Kai’s abhorring words—the blame that slices through your skin, that’s a dagger hitched into the center of your soul. You should have stayed in the shallow end, you should have just let him keep pouring himself into you, you should have just let Kai finish, you should have just kept your stupid fucking mouth shut. 

“Angel.”

Your eyes are all on him. 

“Angel, do you not want to be with me anymore?” 

Each time the head of his cock finds the dead end of your cunt makes these stepping stones of gasps dry on your lips. You start violently shaking your head. 

“I do. I do want to be with you, Kai—” 

Kai interrupts you with a thunderous thrust, stars and bullets that zip into fireworks, making the whites of your eyes show their underbellies. He’s all the way in you, he’s in your tummy, he’s in your everything. 

“I’ll make sure that you don’t lie to me.” 

It’s like a trumpet that sings into the night sky, modulating, and electricity that blares into your eardrums. Nothing feels real whenever your eyes roll back down and you meet Kai’s deranged visage. Your lips are quivering, your body is, your cunt is, your clit is, your heart is, your brain is—you can feel yourself losing yourself, amplitude. And yet you can still focus on his cock inside of you, primal and divine. 

His hands leave your hips, palms flat on the home below your belly and above your mound. Kai never looks away, never leaves. He presses down once, twice, and whenever you open your mouth to speak—it’s everywhere. 

Confetti, strings of flesh torn up and serrated, blood swimming like a school of fish, weightless and flying around your intertwined bodies. And it digs deep, and horror and tears and a barely shaking head watches in disbelief as the you below the origin just explodes into nothing but something. Screams, high-pitched and feminine, something animalistic, something begging, something so unbelievably afraid that vomit shoots into the back of your mouth and your bladder twists. But before you can comprehend it, before the trauma imprints on the carpet of your brain—it all comes back together, neat and tidy. 

Kai is crying. You don’t understand why he’s crying. What is he always crying for? He’s stopped thrusting into you, but the faded chemicals and emotions from your timeless sex make you dizzy and confused. 

“K-Kai, what—” 

Your legs won’t move. 

You blink. 

“K-Kai! W-What’s wrong with my legs—what did you do to my legs? Kai, Kai!” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll… I’ll fix you once you prove that you don’t want to leave me. Now you can’t leave me. You can’t leave me.” 

Your fists are bound around his wrists, sinking in, and you’re yelling. The palpitations of your heart send your body into the atmosphere. 

“Kai! No, no no nooo, no! Please fix me now, please, Kai—fuck, Kai, I was never going to leave you—I just, I just needed to stop having sex for a little bit. Kai, Kai, Kai! Are you listening to me? Kai—Kai!” 

He starts thrusting again, and the insanely subtle feeling of wet cotton and plumage start to tickle up your body, dead weight sagging you below the surface. 

“You can’t leave me. You can’t leave me. You can’t leave me. 

You can’t leave me. 

You can’t leave 

You can’t

You…”