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・â â Who Is This DivaâŚ
・â âContent: Izuku Midoriya BF headcanons
・â âCw: a few uses of she/her, one singular pregnancy mention, no use of y/n, light cursing
⌠Always writing in that damn notebook, there is nothing you can say or do that won't end up there
⌠If you're creeped out by it, he will commit what you said to memory and write it down later
⌠The best gift giver. He notices everything about you. From your face to your body to your brain. All of his gifts are thoughtful
⌠Didn't know how to do his own hair until Mina showed him, however if you know how to do it he'll play dumb
"My hair... ? Y-Yeah, Mina normally helps me with it, b-but I seen you take care of your own so... Do you mind helping me instead ? Not that Mina isn't great, b-but she isn't you... Sorry, is that a weird thing to say ?"
⌠Sometimes YOU are the third wheel when Katsuki's around. Good luck with that.
⌠Nervous forever. Constantly apologizing. Trips over everything when you're around. His face is always bright red. Nervous talker for sure. Heaven forbid you compliment him, he might pass out on the spot
⌠He stays on Uraraka's phone. He needs advice before he does anything, especially if you're a girl. He used to take advice from Kaminari, and then he learned his lesson (â  â âšâ â˝â âšâ  â )
"I-It's not sexist to assume she likes flowers just cause she's a girl right ?.... What ?! Of course I know that not all girls like flowers !! .... N-No way I can't just ask her. What if she thinks I'm weird" (â âĽâ ďšâ âĽâ )
⌠Doodles you everywhere. Aizawa is fed up with the scribbled pictures of you in all the corners of his homework. He's debating whether or not he should take point off his papers just to get him to stop. Mic and All Might think it's cute
⌠All this to say he is the sweetest ever. He makes sure to know every single thing about you, it borders on obsession. He follows you around like a lost puppy. His receiving love language is physical touch/quality time, and his giving love language is gift giving and acts of service
⌠Izuku is selfless to a fault, but when it comes to you he can't help but be selfish. No matter how much he gives to you, he feels justified because your love, affection, time, and attention, is the ultimate prize.
â PROHERO â
⌠Interviewers are tired of hearing about you. Any questions lead right back to what you're doing, something you've said, what you think, what you look like. It doesn't matter as long as it's about you
⌠Puts your needs first which can be really nice, but definitely neglects himself in the process. Like this man has chronic pain in his hands, but will stay up until ungodly hours giving himself carpal tunnel making something that you didn't even ask for just bc he knew you'd like it
⌠If you're not a prohero (hell, even if you are), Izuku is overprotective. His worst fear is you being taken from him in any sense of the word. Losing you isn't something he would ever get over
⌠Rarely ever yells, but when he does he sounds just like Katsuki. It's annoying how much like Katsuki he sounds. Otherwise though, he prefers to concede to whatever you want, the only time serious arguments occur is if it's about something like your safety
"Shouto, I'm gonna throw myself off a cliff... No she's not hurt she's perfectly fine don't even joke about that !!! .... The problem ? Shou she's so mad at me.... Don't look at me like that, I'm serious !"
⌠A sass monster. Rarely ever to your face, most of the time it's just a mutter under his breath that you barely catch but you just know he said something smart.
⌠If your first language isn't Japanese then trust and believe he's learning whatever your native tongue is. He has the cutest accent too. If he's feeling bold he'll use your lessons as an excuse to flirt with you, and after that there's a high chance you won't get anything done
⌠NOT a morning person. Clings to you and the bed like his life depends on it. Moaning and groaning in your ears about how mean you are to him, how could you make him get up for early morning patrol ? Death for 10 thousand years have been cursed upon him.
"Hmm ? I don' care 'bour the alarm. Turn it off... Where you goin' ? Noooo don' go shh i's okay, mhmm it snoozes itself. Jus' lay back down, yeah 'xactly baby.... Hmm ? Late ? Patrol ? OHMYGOD PATROL !!"
⌠Pet name extraordinaire. It takes a while until he finds his favorite, so he spends his time cycling through all types of sweet names. Anything from baby to darling to pookiebear to beautiful. He probably doesn't stray too far into weird names, but he dips his toes in if it feels right.
⌠Won't admit it, but he loves it when you flaunt him to your friends. Makes him feel like a big strong man, especially when you feel up his arms. His face flushes bright red and he tries to wave it off but he stutters so much that his sentence is barely distinguishable, but of course that only makes you want to do it more
⌠When you get married it's honestly been inevitable, especially if you met while in highschool. If it was only up to Izuku you would've been married within the month, but lucky for you he has self restraint. If you both want kids they truly won't be far behind marriage, and if you thought he was obsessive before just imagine if you get pregnant.
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Can you drop some Fred lore??? I'm rlly curious
hi hi yeas sure!! info under da cut. i wrote a bit more than i expectedddd. i tried splitting it up as best i could.
**cw/tw for unreality dealing with death, alcohol**
ok it'll be a little all over the place and i'll give the bare bones because it's a lot. he's a dude that i like fitting into maaaany universes (like most my dudes) but i'll explain the two main ones.
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**CW/TW alcohol**
basic info bout fred: he's a 30 something year old fruity german guy who is, unfortunately, a werecat. fred's got a lot of mental disorder type issues (for example he every now and then has explosive self-destructive episodes.) both bc of past stuff and the whole... werecat thing... he uuuused to have a really bad drinking issue, but it's not as bad now.
**END OF ALCOHOL STUFF**
his personality type is mostly quiet and solitary. he can talk to people if he wants to/needs to, but prefers being alone. he loves being helpful when he can and is def a problem-solver. fred also cares deeply for others even if he generally seems distant!! very righteous guy too who will take matters into his own hands. big initiative taker.
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**BRIEF WERECAT STUFF**
the whole werecat thing isn't something he was like... 'infected' with. i have a couple sketch pages i intend to pretty up and post at some point explaining ailuranthropy. it's either an infection thing or genetic thing. FOR FRED it's like a recessive hereditary disorder that was forced out by like. human interference if that makes sense? ailuranthropy's not necessarily cyclical with full moon phases either. it *can* be by coincidence, but in fred's case it can happen at random sometimes (or on different phases.) say... 80% of the time he's on a schedule with it; the other 20% are the fun moments when he least expects it!!! yippeee!!!!!
and when he's shifted to werecat, fred's like a hungry rabid animal. and it's always a 50/50 waking up to something regrettable (cough cough dead people cough. or ending up on the news somehow as a "panther-like creature.")
ANYWAYS yea he has a lot of issues :-D!!!!!!
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OKAY. TIMELINES.
#1 ----- the major timeline i think of and have thought about a lot started sometime early highschool? maybe earlier?? in this universe (and the other) fred's kind of like... an anomaly. and there's tons of other people in his same circumstance (with or without the whole werecat problem.)
**CW: UNREALITY /W DEATH** to make a long story short, fred was born quite a bit ago! give or take a hundred or so years. he ended up dying (bc of someone else who's an evil asshole and who also shows up again later on) but some weird shit happens where he comes-to in a different time and place. it's kind of like that theory people have where if u perish in one universe, your consciousness or something will pick up in another (and u dont actually die die.)
HOWEVER he still has some good memory of pre-death stuff. as time goes on it's less and less on his mind (although it does come up in... usually valid outbursts.) he has to readjust to the timeline he's in too.
IT'S MORESO LIKE... death and time travel and not necessarily death + completely different universe (like alien environments or sumn. or soooo far forward into the future that humans dont exist no more.) it's kinda like donnie darko type stuff (not directly inspired, but that's something i can think off the top my head that has a similar time thing going on.)
** END OF UNREALITY STUFF**
in THIS universe thingy he starts off having to skip town to town because of stupid werecat incidents. eventually he ends up in a little town (US east coast baby!) that he hasn't had any issues in... yet.
i like to think he probably works as a university philosophy + history professor (adjunct probs) or something in that field. the past towns he was in will have been other jobs... probably not to that level of profession though. my thought process for him being able to land that job (or any really) was that lev (another oc of mine who i MUST make more art of) would help fred forge shit bc lev coming across him was like "OMG HEY I KNOW YOUUU!!!!" from waaay back pre-death time. and wanted to help him! but that also means he's back to gleefully annoy fred ����
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#2 ---- the second timeline type thing was one i thought up with my bf a handful of years ago. still the same death and time switch type thing except he ends up like. way further in the future. he's all nasty and smelly like a dirty sad little stray and the luckiest thing happens to him. world's richest ginger named alfie finds the loser sitting all alone by himself and takes him in <3 and then they get married (yaaay!)
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tbh if i were to start a project of sorts with fred, which i have seriously thought about since early highschool, i'd prob go off of timeline #1. i have other ideas and dudes for that story too other than fred. i'm going to start animating (or trying to) a bunch of things having to deal with him. i have an amv/pmv cooking thats like. 7 minutes long. that i HOPE to be able to work on again soon :-p
THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM AND THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!! i tried condensing it down as much i could ; _ ;!!
#fred#not art#anon#cw death#cw unreality#cw alcohol#tagging just in case people need that *salute*#i'm not great at writing sorry i think in pictures not word :-(#i love talking bout my guys tho!!! ima messy writer unfortunately u_u#my ocs
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you mean everything - MV1 ŕłâ・đˇ
summary: max needed a wedding date and you were used to being his fake partner.
tags: max verstappen x fem!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, max is so whipped, fluff, a bit angsty maybe?, mentions of alcohol
word count: 2k
notes: i've been writing (and thinking) so much about max... my period is coming please give me a break i'm sensitive. also would love to get some feedback if possible so i know if it's worth making a series out of this!!!!
"If you want to make it believable at least hold my hand" you half-whispered to Max, who was buttoning his blazer while getting out of the car, you behind him.
"Sorry, I'm not used to this with you" he said chuckling. His sweaty palm held yours tightly, and the feeling of it was odd. Knowing Max for so long meant that these romantic gestures felt almost cringeworthy to you both, and you both had to put up award winning performances every time you played this game.
The game in question being fake-dating. It started as a funny joke where you both thought it would be great to test out the Get A Champagne Bottle For Free At This Restaurant If You Propose theory (which worked, by the way). From then onwards, you used each other as dates whenever asked by annoying family members, creepy coworkers, or just because you felt like lying.
The talking wasn't hard - you both felt comfortable in that part, lying with words coming off almost dangerously natural - but when it came to acting the part, both of you felt awkward, like kids who found relationships absolutely repulsive.
This time, though, the performance would last longer than usual: it was a wedding. Max's friend's wedding. Max could've just gone along, or bring a friend (even you as a friend). Yet he had told his friend, after one too many shots on his Bachelor's Party, and after being chosen as The Guy Who'll Take the Longest to Settle, that he had, in fact, a girlfriend. His friends didn't believe him, so he showed a picture of you two together - a selfie really, nothing much. And they still said they didn't believe it. So here you are.
You couldn't blame him, even if you wanted to. You agreed to use each other as a fake partner for as long as you could in as many situations as required, although when it all started none of you ever thought it would lead to wedding attendances.
So now there you were, Max's hand on yours, entering the small church. His eyes locked with the groom, who waved and called for you to sit near the altar.
"So you ARE real" he said, nervousness laced in his voice even as he tried to lighten the mood himself. You giggled at the irony of it, nodding as you said your congratulations.
"Just wait until the guys see this" he continued gesturing towards the bench where 3 other men around his age sat. Men you had seen before in some Instagram pictures, men you spent the previous night trying to memorize basic information about so you didn't sound suspicious.
Max's hand now fell on your waist almost instinctively - it wasn't instinctively, he told himself once he noticed its positioning. And if it was, it was only because he took this so seriously, almost as a sort of method acting. Sitting down next to his friends, he noticed how all of them seemed surprised at your presence, and something like pride filled his chest. He loved winning, loved being right even if he was lying; but most especially, he loved how jealous other men seemed to be over the fact that he was (at least in their minds) dating you.
He couldn't deny - though he tried, really - that you two looked good together. His rougher features mixed with your softer ones gave you both an aura of near unreachability, which yes, was pretentious of him to think but he thought nevertheless.
The ceremony was quick and endearing, a smile spread across everyone's faces at the shared loved between the bride and the groom. As the crowd clapped, Max leaned into you, "don't tell me you're crying". "I am, just to think that I'll have to keep pretending to date YOU for the next 10 hours" you replied, his mocking smile recognizing the joke.
The reception hall was beautifully decorated with shades of soft green and violet orchids. Max tried not to think about how much it matched the shade of your dress, how you looked like you had come to life from a classical novel. He tried to feel like anyone but Mr. Darcy as you felt so much like Elisabeth Bennett to him.
Sitting down next to him, you found this part easier - mingling and socializing was something you enjoyed more than he did - especially with alcohol in the mix. It's a wedding, you thought; this is what weddings are for.
So you drank the wine with the main course and sipper champagne to celebrate and ordered a few cocktails when it was time to dance and talk - and you felt it on your body almost as much as you felt Max's hand occasionally sitting on your thigh, but not even close to how strongly you felt his thumb caress your skin as he did so. Truth was, he too was drunk; his eyes looked smaller and his cheeks were flushed, and the amount of times he ran a hair through his dirty blonde hair had caused it to look messier. As you looked at him, you felt he never looks as attractive as when he is like this - loose and carefree, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a smile on his face when he notices people laugh at his joke.
"I have to admit I didn't think it was true" his friend said when Max left to go to the bathroom. He looked drunker than the two of you combined, his words hard to decypher, like a riddle. "He's been talking about you for months now and we never saw you for real so we thought you didn't exist" he laughed, and you laughed back before it registered.
"Months?" you asked him, eyebrows furrowed yet attempting to remain composed. You shouldn't have asked it - a supposedly month old girlfriend wouldn't be surprised but you were his fake month old girlfriend and you weren't understanding it anymore.
"Yeah. He talks about you so much all the time I think even we started to date you" he laughed again, yet this time you didn't find the joke so funny. You were frozen in your seat, merely blinking as if trying to put the confusing puzzle together, the pieces not quite fitting the way you thought they would.
A touch on your shoulder unfroze you, almost like magic, like a disney film come to life. You turned around to find the groom, somewhat sober, smiling at you while also looking somewhat concerned. "He's calling for you... And he's also absolutely wasted" he said, pointing to the door of the hall.
"Shit" you cursed, getting up from your seat at a speed you couldn't believe, worry filling your heart, making you forget the conversation you were just having.
Opening the door to the garden outside, you found Max sitting down against the wall, shirt partly unbuttoned and disheveled hair. When he saw you, he grinned, such genuine happiness laced with tipsiness.
"Lightweight" you mocked as you crouched in front of him, trying to balance yourself on your heels, somehow managing it despite your own drunkness.
"You're laughing at my mis- Shit- my misery" his throat bobbed up and down, exaggerating his own agony with a hand on his chest and another on his forehead like a Shakespeare character.
"I have to admit it's quite fun sometimes" you bit your lip as you fixed his hair as best as you could, hands brushing through its soft, blonde mess.
"You're soâ you're so sweet" he said, his words dragged and messy. He brought a beer bottle to his lips but you stopped him before any liquid touched them.
"I think that's enough of that for tonight" you grabbed it and placed it behind you, sitting in front of him.
"See now... Now you're being mean" his hand grabbed a strand of your hair and played with it softly as he pouted.
"Okay big boy I'm gonna get you some water" you say, getting up once again, yet his hand stops you, grabbing your wrist tightly.
You looked at him, startled. His drunken state is visible, and it felt frustrating that you had to be the one sobering up for him. The music vibrated through the wall he leaned against, somehow tickling him, making him giggle.
"Stay," he managed to say, eyes half closed, "I'm so glad we're- Fuck things are spinning so much" his hands rushed to his eyes and his head hung low, "Ah fuck. I'm so glad we're datin- Fuck, no, oops-" he continued laughing despite how sick he felt, the whole situation sounding hilarious when filtered through alcohol.
You giggled along with him, mostly because you wanted to see if you could convince him to move, scared he might feel worse or pass out on the cold floor if he doesn't do so. "Fake dating. Fake dating, I know. I knowww" he continued, his words dragged and his finger pointing at you before poking your nose with such innocent sweetness you were taken aback.
"Max" you tried to sound more assertive but found it hard to do so, your own intoxicated state making the situation lighter than what it actually was. Your heart racing was a symptom of it, one you wouldn't feel if sobriety was an option, you thought. Max's eyes wouldn't seem to stare at you differently were he sober as well, and the way he scanned your features, his gaze staying on your lips for longer than expected, wouldn't affect you in the slightest had you not drank some alcohol.
"I like it when you say my name" he looked up at you innocently, pleading, almost.
"Want me to say it again?" you asked, smiling. You complied with these demands because you knew they were childish whims of an intoxicated man, his happiness a priority in times like these. Upon his nod, you started saying his name, half teasingly, half reassuringly, the leaves rustling in the garden behind you.
"Max... Max!! Max Max-"
He shouldn't. It would complicate things, and he liked when they were simple, clean and organized. He knew he shouldn't even when his whole vision spun and his brain convinced him that he should do things he would never do otherwise. But every time he refrained from saying something he would stumble across all his words and trip and fall and his head would only hurt more, and it seemed as if he could only focus if he kept listening to you and talking to you and looking at you.
The lights shone behind you in a way that made it feel as though he was dreaming, like you were a mirage, too good to be true. Maybe his friends were right - you weren't actually real. He wanted to be sure, in that moment. That you were real and that he wanted you as much as he thought. And though he shouldn't, though it was a terrible idea, he couldn't help but lean over to kiss you.
He tasted like champagne - bubbly and slightly sweet, his movements sloppy given his state, yet you couldn't help but drink it all in. Part of you - a big part - reciprocated the kiss, felt his fingers on the side of your neck, pulling you messily towards him, and tried to steady him, guiding him gently with your own lips.
It was odd, how this felt so right yet the fake hand holding didn't. As Max kissed you, that thought entered his clouded mind - did it feel wrong because it was fake and this was real? Your skin felt so soft, so much softer now he could touch it freely and unapologetically.
"Fuck-" he started, pulling away, his head resting against the wall once again as he stared at you, noticing how it hasn't hit you yet; what you just did, how it affected everything. "I fucking love you" he shrugged as you fixed your hair, pausing with arms raised for a few seconds before smiling softly.
"You're drunk" you replied, looking at his own grin, the gleam in his eyes making him appear both innocent and guilty of so many things.
"I'm drunk and I fucking love you"
"Max..." you started, and he said your name back to you with such tenderness you couldn't believe his lips tasted of alcohol earlier and not something sweet.
"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" you continued, waiting for the silence to swallow you both.
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I think Cillian and George look very similar in sunglasses, if you don't mind, could you write a story where Cillian's daughter and George are dating and the similarity is pointed out to them?
(I'm also interested in the reaction of a proud Irishman when he finds out his daughter is dating an Englishman.)
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âyou really love him, donât you?â your father asks. while george had a chat with your godfather outside in the patio of cillianâs home, you were baking cookies. cillian had come in to check if you hadnât burned anything.
âi do, he makes me the happiest.â you replied. âwhat do you think of him? apart from the resemblance that everyone seems to notice.â you laughed. you also showed him the tweet which also made him laugh. he didnât want to admit it, but he did see the similarities as well.
âi think heâs great. he seems respectful and kind. heâs a keeper.â
it warmed your heart to hear your father say those words. you were worried he would end up hating george, but it was the complete opposite. everyone loved george and you were beyond happy.
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driving lessons
lando norris x reader
a/n: just wanted to get back into writing and i've gotten super into F1 the last few months
"Alright, y'ready to start?" Lando asks from the passenger seat.Â
You hum, running a hand over the gear shift.Â
"Yeah. Let's get this shit over with."
Lando chuckles at that, rolling his eyes. It's weird for him, turning his head the other way to look at you in the driver's seat of his McLaren. He usually hates to give up control, especially when driving is involved.Â
"You might start to really like it once you get confident." He suggests. "Might even put me out of a job if I'm not careful."
You double check in the rearview mirror one more time. It's a crisp, early morning on a quiet residential street that Lando picked for you to practice your driving in. He's determined for you to pass your upcoming drivers' test and finally get a license. When he'd approached you about teaching you to drive a few weeks ago you'd jumped to the wrong conclusion.Â
"I'm sorry if I ask you to drive me around too often," you'd apologised immediately. "You can always say no, I don't mind getting an Uber or catching the train."
"Nah, it's not that, lovie," he'd corrected you, pulling your body closer on the couch and resting his curly head atop of yours. "I like being useful to you and driving you places. I just worry about you when I'm away, there's always so many creeps on public transport. I just want you to be safe."
Your heart had squeezed at his words. Maybe he was right, maybe it was time to finally learn to drive?
"You're all clear." he informed you, twisting around to double check the road behind you. "Just take off the handbrake, put the car into drive and pull into the road, okay?"Â
You do as he says, switching on your indicator before pulling out.Â
"Oh yeah," he laughs his famously high pitched laugh. "Definitely indicate too, good idea."
"I'm better at this than you already." you laugh.Â
You continue to drive along the narrow streets, slowing down to let a stray cat scamper across the road. Lando seems to grow impatient at the pace, motioning for you to speed up a bit, please.Â
âI didnât know this car could go so slowly.â he says, rolling his eyes. âGonna have to have a word with McLaren about it.â
He directs you to an intersection and you blink at the sight of so many cars whizzing past.Â
"Lan, help me," you turn to him with wide eyes.Â
"You're fine, love." He grins. "Wait for your gap and then merge the way they're going."
"But they're going so fast." You say. "What if I time it wrong and fuck up your car? This is not the ideal car for someone who can't actually drive."
"This is a great car." he defends.Â
"The doors open up instead of out." you deadpan. "This car is out of my league."
He shrugs as he stretches out in his seat, the picture of relaxation.Â
"I've added you onto my insurance as a learner driver," he says casually, almost yawning. "It'll be fine."Â
You ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his statement and follow his instructions, carefully merging in behind another car. Lando cheers, placing his big hand on your thigh and lightly tracing his fingertips along your inner leg.Â
"Stop that!" you shriek, slapping his hand away.
"Huh?" he blinks at you in confusion. "I'm being a loving boyfriend? I love when you have your hand on my leg while I drive, I thought you'd like it too?" he splutters.Â
You take one hand off the wheel and bring it to your mouth to hide your laughter.Â
"No," you say, cheeks tinged with a pink blush. "I physically can't concentrate on the road when you're touching me. Like I cannot think about anything else but you."
It's Lando's turn to blush now and he turns his face towards his window to hide it, pretending to be oh so invested in the stores you drive past. He knows the effect you have on each other, but it gives him butterflies to be reminded of how you see him. You've only been together a few months and he gets overwhelmed at how quickly you can turn him from a confident, sometimes even cocky guy to a pile of pink mush and hearts in seconds.Â
"Right," he blows a puff of air out his cheeks. "You're doing great at this. Maybe we can get you driving the Jolly next?"
thank you for reading! feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
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hi there! would you mind writing ellie x reader who are still in a semi-new relationship, but it's the first real relationship reader has ever been in and she's so touch starved & afraid of asking ellie for affection? you can add on whatever you'd like. thank you so much!!
touch starved
summary *. â âÂˇË you're touch starved, but ellie loves cuddling and kissing.
warnings *. â âÂˇË none, just fluff :)) like, it's so sweet it makes your teeth rot so maybe that's a warning
author notes *. â âÂˇË to the person who requested this, i hope u like it!!!! i tried my best :)) i haven't gotten a request since i was twelve years old and writing on wattpad, so this is kind of exciting. anyway, love youuuu, hope you're having a wonderful day!! btw sorry this is short and late, life's kicking my ass lately
Ellie and you have been dating for a while, but this doesn't mean you still don't get insecure about some stuff. You've never dated anyone, and dating herâthe most perfect woman to ever existâmakes you question if you're doing the right thing sometimes. Like, is it okay if you ask for a hug? Or maybe ask for a kiss? Do people even ask that? Or do they just do it, no questions involved?
You sigh, rubbing your hands on your thighs as you look at Ellie, who's taking pictures of the field you're both having a picnic in. She has her hair up in a half bun, her hands holding the camera, slightly squinting her eyes while she's sitting on her toes. She looks beautiful as you sit next to her, and you can't help but feel a pang of anxiety in your chest.
It's not just anxiety, though. It's a deep, aching need that you can feel in your bones. You've always craved touch, even from a young age. You remember being a kid, sleeping on your childhood bed, hugging your stuffed animals, hoping someone would hug you like thatâhoping your mother would come into the room and say nothing but hug you. She never came into the room, though. You would lie there for hours, loneliness your only friend.
Now you've got Ellie, but you don't know how to ask for affection. What if she calls you needy? The fear of rejection creeps through you.
Ellie snaps a picture, then looks at you. Her gaze lingers for a second before she's smiling. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you reply as she crawls over to you, "I'm just enjoying the view."
"The view is nice," she agrees, setting the camera down, then sitting next to you. She brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, a small gesture that makes your heart skip a beat. "But I like this one better."
Your breath catches in your throat, feeling like you're starved for this type of intimacy as you lean into her hand, her fingers now resting on your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone. You press a kiss into her hand, hoping she doesn't notice how nervous you are. Is this the right time to ask? Wellâ
"Can I ask you something?" you ask suddenly.
"Of course," she responds, her hand leaving your cheek to rest at your hip. "You can ask me anything."
"Is it okay if I ask for a hug? Or... a kiss?" You cringe at your words as soon as they leave your mouth. You shake your head as you force a laugh, avoiding her eyes. "It's a dumb question, sorry."
"Hey, that's not dumb," she says, taking your chin and gently making you look at her. "It's okay if you want to ask, but you donât really have toâyou can just come up to me and give me a hug. I will hug you back and I won't mind. Same thing with a kiss."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... you're doing great, you know that? With the whole relationship thing, I mean. I love you, and I love having you as my girlfriend, so if you want more, you can just say it."
You smile as she kisses your forehead. "You're the best."
Ellie chuckles, then opens her arms. "C'mere," she says. You lean into her touch as she holds you, her hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner. This is the best hug you might've ever gotten. You feel as if your heart is about to burst open from all the love you're feeling now.
"I think I've always wanted this," you admit quietly, your voice muffled against her shoulder. "Ever since I was a kid, I've dreamed of being held like this."
"You're lucky you have me, then. I love holding you like this."
As you sit there in her arms, her words sink into you, and you realize that maybe asking for what you want isn't as scary as you thought it'd be. With Ellie by your side, you feel like you can handle anything. You pull away slightly and press a soft kiss to her lips, feeling the tension melt away as she kisses you back.
When you finally pull away, you see the understanding and love in Ellie's eyes, and it reassures you more than words ever could.
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Please can we have more Yan justice league?
Maybe the reader has a boyfriend in the military so she doesn't see him much and when he comes back to visit, the go on a fancy date before they crash it?
It would make it even better if they reacted to the boyfriend about to propose to her!
A Day in Life: Heartbreaks
Synopsis: A day in your life where your yanderes find a secret of yours and tell you another one.
Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Modern!40s!Bucky Barnes X Reader
Tw: Bucky youâre one of my fav characters from Marvel, I'm so sorry I did u dirtyđ; Heavy mentions of cheating and NO forgiving; Stalking; English isnât my 1st language.
Word count: 1k
Requested? Duh.
Extra notes: I should be studying instead of writing this. Also omg I got so many requests in just a few hours, thank you very much!! I'm writing them all!!
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Since most of your days became filled with stress and anxiety, you started appreciating even more moments where you could just forget all your problems, from small ones â like, lack of motivation to go to the gym, bad hair days and an ingredient you forgot at your fridge and became rottenâ, and big, out of your control ones â like seven superheroes, who you see almost everyday, stalking you.
Your boyfriend getting back was one of the best dic(k)strations.
Bucky was a sergeant, he spent weeks, even months, away from you on missions. It was hard, but you were both busy people, so your mind was usually too stimulated to think about boy problems only all day, most adults were, and you believed the hard work would be worth it one day. The future was hopefully bright.
The League never mentioned him. Actually, some of them implied more than once that they thought you were available, so they probably didn't know about your relationship. You didn't use much social media and your boyfriend got especially busy this year, so it made sense.
He paid for you to get your nails done earlier and took you to a nice restaurant. After that, Bucky took you for a walk around the city, lively and beautiful even at night, and stopped at the park where your first date happened. Everything was fine, until he got on his knees. Suddenly, seven, mostly colorful, figures descended upon you from out of nowhere, screaming.
â (Y/N)! YOU CAN'T MARRY HIM! â Flashâs voice startled you, confirming your suspicions to who the group was.
You growled.
â SERIOUSLY? LEAVE ME ALONE! IT'S MY DAY OFF! â Bucky, who had swiftly gotten up with his fast reflexes as soon as the heroes charged, blinked at the sight. He looked between you all.
â Doll? Whatâs this? â You looked apologetic at him.
â Sorry, Bucky. Since I got my job, my bosses got⌠Protective over me⌠â You didn't want him to get hurt. Bucky and his friends had a great sense of justice and hated bullies. He would surely want to do something if he knew the true extent of things. You also didn't want to ruin the vision he had of his idols.
Since their obsessive behavior started, you just counted your lucky stars that they would just get tired of you one day or wouldn't sabotage your relationships. They seemed fine with you having friends, but dating was different.
You turned to the League.
â Go! â They shook their heads.
â You can't trust this bastard, darling. We have proof of his betrayal to you. â You looked at Wonder Woman skeptically and crossed your arms. Bucky gulped.
â Oh, really? How so? â You raised an eyebrow.
Batman fiddled with his wrist computer, a second later, a protection was shown and different pictures and videos of your man talking and being very intimate with someone very familiar to you appeared. Your stomach churned and your heart ached.
â This is fake! Doll, you have to believe me! â Bucky cried out and got in front of you, holding your shoulders, trying to cover your vision from the images. You took a step back and kept looking at the images.
The League had more than enough means necessary to fake all of this, but you knew Natasha was Buckyâs ex, and they were still friends and coworkers, even with their intense heartbreak. You sometimes got insecure and worried since they spent so much time together, but he always told you you had nothing to worry aboutâŚ
You gulped.
The League was all glaring at his back while he shouted a hundred words per minute, desperately trying to convince you he was telling the truth.
Superman growled and walked forward until he grabbed Bucky by his shoulders and pulled him away from you.
â Stay away from them, you asshole. (Y/N), I would never do that to you. â You ignored Green Lantern's words, like you were doing since the pacifier incident. You knew he was getting desperate and that made you specially scared, but at least he gave you some distance.
â Not now. â Batman took a step forward. â A few hours ago, we discovered your relationship. For security reasons, we searched, and found these pictures and conversations from his second social accounts, that he uses to commit his cheating.
â He didn't try to hide much, he thought he wouldn't get caught. â Flash stated.
â I-I need more proof⌠These could be old⌠â Your first words spoken made Bucky shut up. Mind scrambling for something.
â Let the Lasso of Truth speak for him. â In a second, the Lasso was thrown around Bucky's torso and he was squirming. â Speak, you worthless mortal! â Wonder Woman ordered.
Bucky was able to struggle for a few seconds, before he blurted out.
â It's truth! It's truth! I told her we broke up and started dating her again! I thought I could have you both at the same time!
You gasped. Your hand shot to your chest.
Flash was on your side in a second, trying to hug and comfort you, but you pushed him away. You started crying from heartbreak and anger.
â HOW COULD YOU?! â You glared at him and pointed at his face.
â Doll⌠I swear I love you both. But I'm also narcissistic, insecure and look down on women. â The Lasso was really doing its job. You laughed humorlessly.
You had nothing to say anymore. No reason to stay. You took advantage of his tied arms and got close, punched his nose, and stomped away.
The League contemplated going after you and trying to bring you comfort, but Batman and Martian Manhunter decided to just let Bucky go (after intimidating him so as to not get close to you again) and follow you discreetly, watching you from the shadows, intervening only if necessary.
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Little Life
Ghosting Series pt. 3
Simon âGhostâ Riley x Fem! Reader
Cw: pregnancy stuff, reader is female, cursing (let me know I I missed anything)
A/N: sorry if this is very short the chapters may be pretty short just so my motivation to keep writing can stay.
Part 2 here
âAlright hon, if you can lay on the bed and lift you shirt over you belly please.â Dr. Raven says, the woman pointing to the dull looking patient bed with thin paper lining fitted over the top.
You follow her words and sit down on the bed, the cushion was surprisingly comfortable to sit on. You bring your shirt up over your stomach stopping at your rib cage and lay back waiting for Raven to prepare for the scanning. You watch as she brings out a plastic bottle you assumed was the gel, as she opened the plastic cap as she looks at you. âOkay, Iâm going to put this on your abdomen. Be prepared, this will be cold.â She says as she squeezes the bottle over your stomach, the bright translucent blue gel slithers out the opening and trails down towards your stomach.
The moment it makes contact with your skin, your stomach retracted back at the cold viscous material. You shudder a breath and laugh a bit. âYou werenât lying.â You joked as Raven smiled and chucked at your response.
âAlways takes them by surprise.â She says before she finishes squeezing the bottle, pulling it away and closing the cap back on. Placing it down on the table beside her she grabs the transducer clicking a few buttons and the screen turns on. She places the nub against your abdomen and spread the gel around your stomach and looks at the screen seeing the scan coming through as she adjusts it to hover where your uterus is.
You watch the screen feeling a bit anxious as you watch trying to figure out exactly what you were seeing, after a couple seconds you soon immediately spot a little white blob. A baby.
âThere it is. Your baby.â She tells you as you stare at the screen in awe. Thatâs really inside you. Your baby slowly growing by the second, yours and Simonâs baby.
âSo tiny.â You say as Dr. Raven nods to your words.
âYouâre only eight weeks currently, it looks like you and the baby are doing just fine so far, baby is healthy and growing, overall youâre both doing great. Iâll provide you with some prenatal vitamins for you to take. I did notice in your readings, your blood pressure is a bit high than weâd like it to be so I need you to make sure youâre not overworking yourself, do more things to keep you calm and not focus and do things that cause you such distress if thatâs possible. Other than that, youâre all set and good to go. Do you have any questions for me?â Dr. Raven says as she takes a few pictures of the scan to print out for you.
You breathe out in relief, the baby is all good. You figured the high blood pressure was definitely caused by the whole situation with Simon so you donât know how you can make yourself forget about it, on top of that youâve also been worried about finding a place to live and trying to figure out your financial situation now with Simon out of the picture. You take a deep breath and nod at Dr. Ravens advice. âIâll be sure not to.â You tell her with a small smile as she hands you a paper towel to wipe off the gel, which you take.
âWould you be comfortable with telling me about the cause for your mental or physical wellbeing may be? Anything that maybe I could help you with if possible.â She asks you; you can spot the concern in her eyes when she brings it up.
You shake your head and ignore the feeling you felt as she brings it up but regardless you smile and shake your head. âJust trying to deal with not having the father in the picture. He decided he didn't want to be around." You tell her as she nods, understanding your words.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She tells you as you simply shrug your shoulders pulling you shirt back down.
"it's fine, think we'll be better off without him anyways.â You tell her. It's true, to an extent, at least thatâs what keep telling yourself. You know you can do this all on your own. It won't be easy, but you hope you can manage. But deep down, you know you'll never be okay not having him by your side. Heâll miss out on so much, like watching your baby grow, learning and growing along with the baby as that baby also learns from you. You both wonât grow old together like you both wanted, with a bunch of animals, but with the baby included, maybe one or two more if things had worked out in the end.
You finish up the remaining paper work you had to sign and received your vitamins. Dr. Raven hands the ultrasound pictures to you in a white envelope and you make your way back to the lobby where Jared waited, still sitting and reading the pamphlets. He looks up as he notices you approaching and smiles as he stands up. âHowâd it go?â He asks you.
You hold up the envelope with a smile. âIt was great, got to see the baby, doctor said that theyâre healthy and everything looks good thankfully. Just have to focus on not stressing myself out so much.â You tell him as you both make your way out of the building and into the parking lot.
âThatâs great to hear. Iâm sure Stacy already told you but she has a surprise in stock for you but sheâs wondering if you have anything nice to wear.â He asks you as you approach the car.
Opening the car door you think for a minute before you nodded. âYeah, I should.â You tell him. Youâre sure you can find something. You took everything with you when you left Simonâs place, all your things are still in boxes save for the necessities that you need, but youâre sure you can find something.
On the drive back you spent the entire car ride back home staring and looking at the ultrasound picture, the little blob that you still couldnât grasp was your baby, just still needed some more months to grow before you can meet them and that made you anxious. You donât think you could wait that long.
âWhatâre you hoping for?â Jared asks you, steering the wheel as he switches to the next lane, glancing at the photos in your hand.
You think about it for a moment, it hasnât crossed your mind surprisingly. Either one would be great, there was a moment where you dreamt of having a baby girl with Simon. You canât lie, the sight of Simon being a girl dad made you all giddy and warm. Then thinking about a little boy, one that looked like a copy and paste of Simon would be so cute. You smile as the possibilities ran through your head, of course youâre just being delusional, you wouldnât be able to see that happen ever. Just a thought in the back of your mind.
âHonestly either would be great. I donât mind what I have, as long as the baby is healthy thatâs enough for me.â You say tucking the photos into your purse, holding it close to you.
Jared smiled and nodded. âSounds great, youâll make a great mother. Iâm sure of it.â He says to you as you smile, the reassurance from Jared was something you didnât know you needed but greatly appreciated.
âThanks.â You say to him, before you know it youâve finally made it back home.
Once you arrived home you got out the car and walked into the house. Right away Stacy approached you with a smile.
âHowâd it go?â She asks you as she gets up from the soft couch and walking over towards you and Jared.
You pull out the envelope and pull out the multiple pictures and hand them out for her. Upon seeing them she aweâs as she examined the little bean like fetus. âLittle baby.â She coos before looking at you. âHow far along are you?â She asks you.
âEight weeks. Iâll be able to see the babyâs gender by fourteen weeks.â You tell her as she hands back the photos to you. Placing them in you bag you can see Stacy smile as she walks towards the island counter of in the kitchen. âOh, what was that surprise you had in store?â You ask her.
She props herself up on the counter with her elbows and looks at the time. âWe decided to treat you to dinner tonight. We have a reservation set for six tonight. You feeling up for it?â She asks you.
You take a moment to think and nod your head a bit excited to hear youâll be eating at a restaurant feeling your hormones go crazed at the thought of food. âYeah, Iâll get ready now.â You tell her with a wide smile. You havenât eaten out at a restaurant in a long time. Last time you went was with Simon for the last anniversary together.
Making your way to your âroomâ you take out a box with your fancier clothes. Opening the box you pull out multiple tops, bottoms, and dresses. Finally choosing one you like you slip the dress on and admire yourself in the mirror. You bump is bulging out a bit, you take the time to admire it.
You took the time to shower, do your make up and get dressed right on time. Stacy looked at your outfit as you did a 360 showing off your outfit. âYouâre not even half way into pregnancy and already look like a milf.â Stacy jokes, you laugh as you grab your purse.
âDonât tell me lies Stace.â You tell her as she shrugs her shoulder.
âI only tell the truth.â She says as you both walk out the door and towards the already running car where Jared sat in waiting for you two.
âFuckinâ hell.â
A click from the lock sounds from the front door as it swings open. Simonâs bulking frame walks through the door as he scans the house. Itâs dark and eerily silent.
When Simon came back, he felt like shit. His heart dreaded coming home to see your answer. He hoped you stayed, at least long enough till he came back, he planned to move out the house and leave it for you if you decided to keep the baby. It would give him a peace of mind to know where you were and know that you and the kid were safe, and you could use the extra room and space for the baby. But, even if you got rid of it, he doesnât know if your relationship could ever be the same.
However your answer was first made clear when your car not in the drive way. His heart dropped but he took a deep breath, âMaybe sheâs at the store.â He thought. He hadnât texted you either to let him know he was coming home today, he couldnât bring himself too.
Youâre not here. Itâs something Simon suspected but he still feels dread overcome him as he steps into the house and notices the little things around the house that belonged to you were gone. Your shoes were gone, your car keys, the blanket you left on the couch is gone. He walks into your shared bedroom, which is now his bedroom, opening the door and heâs stunned with how much of an eye sore it is. His room is so plain now, like how it looked before you moved in with him.
He remembers how much you wanted to decorate the place, especially the bedroom, you hated how lifeless the whole house looked. It didnât take much to convince him to let you decorate saying , âGo crazy.â And you did. Literally. You decorated adding a touch of you but keeping it to an extent to not overwhelm Simon. You hung up a few decorations and posters in the bed room of bands you and Simon both loved. A few shelves displaying your books and trinkets. Your touch added to his home making it more like home for him. Like you were his home. He liked, loved it if he dare say, he worried you would over do the place but it look perfect. Like you.
But now as he looked around the house, he sees the walls are bare and plain. He feels plain now, empty. Sad. He looks through your closet and drawers only to find them completely bare and empty.
He walks into the living room notices your shoes are gonna as well from the rack, and the little table beside the front door, he noticed the white folded paper on the little ceramic plate that held their keys, walking over he pick up the paper seeing his name written on it in your hand writing, unfolding it reveals page with your writing inked into the material.
âI know we made a promise but this is something that takes two to do, accidents happen and I know you never wanted children and you knew it was still on the table for me, Iâm thankful that you gave me a choice, even if it wasnât easy. I donât want to drag you into something you never wanted but it still hurts that I have to chose between you and this baby. I figured it was best for the both of us if I left, you can keep your home and I can keep my baby. I hope you stay safe out there Simon and please take care of yourself. I still and always will love you and Iâm sorry.â Simon checked the back of the paper for anything else but it was empty. You didnât say where or what you were going to do and it scared Simon. Were you safe, do you have a place to stay, do you have people to help?
He knew you werenât really in any contact with your family, your only friends were Johnny, Gaz, and Price. His âfriendsâ were yours. For the most part Simon knew you didnât have anyone to help you or look after you and the baby. âFuck!â
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pairings: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: part two of got love struck notes: kinda dragged making this but finals are finally over so send me some requests plsđ¤¸ââď¸ this ones kinda angsty and there's lots of miscommunication sorry hehe part three, masterlist
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The night was full of partying, drinking and dancing as you celebrated your best friend's 23rd birthday. The night quickly turned into a mess when you went to the bar to get everyone more drinks. When you came back your friends were nowhere to be seen, you assumed they were in the dance floor but when you went to check, they weren't there either. To make matters worse, you had put your phone in your friend's purse for safe keeping so you had no way to contact them. The panic quickly sobered you up as you looked everywhere for them but instead you found different a familiar face.
"Mason?"
"Y/n! Hey, I didn't realize you were here."
Your ex-boyfriend went for a hug as he greeted you. You and Mason ended your relationship over a year ago, and though you felt no animosity towards the football player, the breakup had been hard as everybody on the internet seemed to have an opinion on it. It was mutual breakup, you both were in different stages in your life and it just seemed like it wasn't your time.
"Yeah, I was celebrating y/bff/n's birthday with a few other girls, but I have no idea where they are and they have my cell." You were starting to get frustrated as you felt like they left without you.
"Oh no, I would help you look but I'm about to head out. Let me give you a ride home, I would hate for you to be here by yourself."
You knew if somebody saw you and Mason alone it would cause chaos all over again, but you had no other choice at the moment and you just wanted to go to bed. You agreed and as you left you both were oblivious to the cameras taking pictures of you leaving through the back door together.
As you pulled up to your hotel you smiled at Mason and thanked him.
"You're a lifesaver Mase seriously, I don't know what I would've done if I never found them or you."
"You don't have to thank me y/n. I will always look out for you even if we're broken up. I still care for you."
"You're a great friend, I'll always look out for you too."
"And um I have to ask,"
You could tell he was nervous as he scratched the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed slightly.
"What is it Mase?"
"Do you love him?"
You were surprised by the question, not expecting him to bring up Lando.
"Um yeah-yes. I love him so much, I can't even find the words to describe it to be honest. I don't think any song I write can even measure to how strong my love is for him."
"That's good, yeah, that's great. I just, I'm happy you found your person y/n. You know, I thought that person would be me, but if you're happy, than I am too. I guess we just weren't meant to be."
"Mase, you're one of the most amazing people I've met, seriously. I don't think it was ever in the cards for us, but you've taught me so much and you'll always have a special place in my heart. You will find your person one day, I promise."
You smiled at Mason as you spoke, not realizing you had given him the closure he had been needing for a year.
Lando was freaking out.
He had been sent the article of you and Mason over 5 times already and you hadn't answered your phone in over 2 hours. His mind was reeling as he was thinking about what you could possibly be doing right now. Even though he trusted you more than anything, he couldn't help but let it get to him. Why aren't you answering?
He knew your phone was charged and turned on considering he can still see your location. As he checked it again, he realized you were no longer at the club. You were at someone's apartment. Why weren't you at your hotel? Who's apartment was this?
Before he let himself jump to conclusions, he called y/bff/n knowing you two went out together.
"LANDOOOO! HI."
"Y/bff/n, hey is y/n with you?"
"Y/n? Oh nooooo. Aw I miss her Lan, is she with you?"
"What? No, how could she be with me? I'm in Monaco right now."
"Oh. Then I'm not so sure."
Lando could feel himself getting frustrated as he spoke with the clearly intoxicated girl.
"Okay, did she go home with you? With anyone else?"
"I don't know, you should probably call her or something."
"I did, over 10 times in the past hour."
"Oh maybe she's busy! Let me know how it goes, bye!"
"Wait-"
She hung up. Lando was going to throw up. He was never considered himself as an insecure guy, but he couldn't help but feel there was something going on. He's seen those tweets and comments saying how much everyone loved you and Mason together. What if those comments made you realize they were right? What if you were with Mason right now? Lando wanted to cry, scream and throw up all at once.
Three loud knocks woke you up from your beauty sleep. You were still in last night's clothes as you were too tired to even change after the nights disaster. You opened the door and your best friend ran in and hugged you.
"Y/N! I'm so so sorry for leaving you all by yourself. I was completely blacked out and I guess I was acting sloppy because y/f/n said we got kicked out of the club! I was acting too drunk and they got mad im so so sorry, this is all my fault and we tried to tell security to get you but they were so mean and-"
"Y/bff/n stop. It's fine, it was your birthday, you deserved to act a little crazy."
"Still babe, I'm sorry. Now that article is being spread like crazy and it's all because of me."
"What are you talking about? What article?"
"Shit. I forgot, here's your phone. But I have to warn you, people saw you leaving the club with Mason last night and the rumors have already begun. Im sorry hun."
Oh god.
Lando𧥠15 missed calls 5 unread messages
YourPublicist 2 missed calls 1 unread message
Danny Ricđ¤ 2 unread messages
Y/f/n 8 unread messages
The notifications were endless as you scrolled through your phone but there was only one that you really cared about. You immediately called Lando, afraid he was angry at you for this mess.
"Lan, baby, I'm so sorry for worrying you. I just opened your messages, y/bff/n had my phone all night." You immediately gave him a run down of the night as you knew what it was like to be in his position. The media has circulated so many rumors about your relationship overnight and you knew how hard that was. You had dealt with it all throughout your career and you were heartbroken it was happening to Lando because of you.
"That's weird because I actually called y/bff/n last night and she did not mention she had your phone."
"She was so out of it last night, she probably forgot she even had it. Oh god, she was downing shots I'm honestly not even surprised she got kicked out, she was so crazy-"
"Y/n, you don't understand, I have not slept all night. I was worried and everyone is talking about this. I look like an idiot in this situation."
You knew Lando was going to be upset but after your explanation, you didn't expect for him to still be angry at you.
"I know, the night was a mess, but nothing happened with Mason. He just dropped me off and I'm grateful it was him and not some random taxi."
"You're grateful it was him? You're grateful these pictures are all over the internet?"
"That's not what I meant! I meant he was the safest option at that moment, I had nobody else."
"Yeah. Half of the internet is happy it was him. People are actually celebrating thinking you guys are back together."
"Don't listen to them Lan, me and Mase are never getting back together. People will accept it over time and this will blow over."
"Why are you being so casual about this? Do you even know how I felt last night when you weren't answering. I was going to be sick thinking what you could possibly be doing with him."
"Lan, I told you nothing happened. Why aren't you believing me?"
"This is just all too much." Lando knew he was overreacting a bit. Your story made sense and it all lined up, but he had spent the entire night overthinking and reading the rumors about you two that he couldn't get them out of his mind. He loved you so much and last night made him realize how easily he can lose you and that thought terrified him. You were everything to him, but did you really feel the same way?
"Are you breaking up with me? Seriously? Over a stupid tabloid, I can't believe this." You felt betrayed. Did he not trust you?
"I dont know, it's just hard for me wrap my head around this right now."
"Lan, my flight to Monaco leaves in a few hours, how about we just talk about this in person when our heads are clear?"
Lando was getting angrier as the call went on. He knew his insecurities were getting the best of him right now but he felt like you weren't listening to him. You were trying to brush this off when the whole world was going against you two right now.
"Wow Y/n. My heads pretty fucking clear right now. You know what? Maybe it's best if you don't come, yeah?"
"Yeah, okay."
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dailymail Singer Y/n Y/l/n spotted once again with Manchester United star, Mason Mount, leaving a restaurant with a few other football players. Are the two officially back together? Rumors of her breakup with Formula One driver, Lando Norris have been circulating for over a week now after Y/l/n and Mount were seen leaving a club together. Read more on this new love triangle in our article linked in our bio.
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The Scientist
Ford Pines x Fem! Reader
Summary: Bill disrupts a wedding
Word Count: 3k
A/N: I highly recommend reading all previous parts before this for maximum oof-age. I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry I get great satisfaction from writing unhappy things. 500 likes and I'll write their happy ending.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 2.5
It had been a few years since you and Ford moved to Gravity Falls now. You finally moved from your ramshackle cabin into a cozy wooden A-Frame (you insisted on an A-Frame as you always loved the way they looked). Ford and you had worked on building a deep lab in the basement in order to keep it safe from the random storms and power outages, while you kept your growing photography and videography library upstairs. You collected random antiques from stores and sidewalks to add to the house to make it feel a little more lived in. Ford chuckled as he watched you perfectly balance an ornate hourglass you had bought on top of a jammed globe. Satisfied you brushed the dust off your hands and stepped besides Ford to look at your growing mantelpiece.
âIâm thinking about going into interior design if this whole cryptid hunting stuff doesnât work out,â you grinned. Ford scoffed and put an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
âThe whole cryptid hunting stuff is going fine though. Iâm just having a bit of a plateau,â he mumbled as he kissed your head. You cleared your throat. âWe- weâre having a bit of a plateau,â he quickly corrected himself, his face turning red.Â
It was true, the hunting had been stalling a little bit. Fordâs focus had turned from recording these anomalies to trying to track where it was all exactly coming from. It was the real scientist in him needing to know where everything was coming from. On the opposite side was you, who was content to continue trying to get better pictures, better recordings, better visuals of these anomalies. Oftentimes youâd tape or clip pictures into Fordâs journals as you got better so they didnât just have his scribbles to describe the beasts. You were happy for once in your life, you felt content living with the love of your life in a beautiful, albeit spooky, little town. You were pretty sure Ford felt the same way, if he ever let himself feel accomplished, rather than just continuing to pine over the next question and torturing himself over the solutions.
A few weeks later you woke up groggily checking the alarm. Ford had just slammed the front door and was stumbling back into the house. It was 3:00 am.Â
âHon?â you shouted out as you sat up in your shared bed. You heard him pause and slowly walk to the bedroom door. He stood in the doorway, staring at you for a second too long until shaking his head and snapping back.
âHey, sorry about that dear, I um-â he said as he slid his shoes and coat off onto the ground, âguess I lost track of time in the cave I was exploring,â. He huffed and thumped into bed besides you as you went back under the covers.
âAre you sure?â you asked, as you carefully took his glasses off his face and set them on the nightstand.
âMmmm, positive,â he said without hesitation as he traced along your arm with his eyes closed.
âAlright. Sleep well hon,â you said as you kissed his forehead and fell back into your own sleep.
Unfortunately he wasnât quite the same after that night. He started spending longer hours in the basement. He started staring off into space noticeably more. And strangest of all he was talking to himself more. He was still the same Ford to you though, always snapping out of whatever trance he wrapped himself up into, and he was always endlessly grateful whenever youâd bring coffee or lunch down to him. He seemed revitalized in a sense though, so you didnât want to discourage his new quirks. You finally did crack and force him to tell you what was happening when you caught him calling Fiddleford McGuckett one day.
âStanford Pines you havenât talked to that man since we left Backupsmore! What in the hell is going on?â you demanded with crossed arms as he hung up the phone. He opened his mouth and tried to start a sentence a few times.Â
âIâm building a portal,â he finally stammered out. You raised an eyebrow. There were a few random metal supports and debris cluttered in the lab basement, but you had no inkling thatâs what it was going to be used for.
âWhat kindâŚof portal?â you continued, unmoving. Ford awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and looked away again.Â
âIâve been consulting with someone. They said it would explain all the weirdness and strangeness of Gravity Falls,â he said. The room got cold when he said it.
âWho are you consulting Ford,â you asked again, trying not to overthink the way it really did feel like there was another person in the room now.Â
âIt was a deal. With someone, well, something, named Bill Cipher. Heâs helping me with all of this. Heâs a being from centuries ago, and thatâs all I can really say,â he sighed, looking back at you, realizing how unsure of all of this you were. He stepped forward and held your hands in his. âI promise, itâs all okay dear. Iâm being safe. This portal is what will put our names in the history books,â he said with a gentle squeeze. You looked up into his eyes and could see hope and excitement for the first time in a long time.Â
âOkayâŚâ you sighed with a small smile. Ford wrapped you into a hug and you laughed at him slightly crushing you. âOkay, okay, okay, just let me know what I can do to help huh?â you laughed with a sigh as Ford began rambling off all the next steps.Â
Later that night you sat in your dark room, listening to the assorted thumps and sizzles from the basement. You could hear Ford talking to whoever this Bill person was. His high pitched shrieking of a voice was hard to miss. But you knew if you went downstairs there wouldnât be anyone but Ford. Youâd tried to catch Bill before, but to no avail. He always zapped out of existence whenever you would turn the corner.Â
âStupid to be jealous of a fuckinâ triangle,â you mumbled to yourself as you finished a glass of wine. You knew that much. That it was some sort of manic triangle. Ford had shown you that much in his journal. You walked down to your kitchen and left the glass in the sink.
âFord! Iâm going to bed!â you shouted down the stairs into the basement. You heard him scuffle and quickly run up the stairs. Your heart melted as he held your face and kissed you.Â
âIâll be there soon dearest,â he smiled. You smiled back and nodded. You were just overthinking everything. It was all going to be okay.
Fiddleford showed up a few days later and started joining Ford in the basement for long hours. Billâs voice disappeared which was a nice break, and it was pleasant getting to talk to Fiddleford again after so many years. You would make dinner (or more often pick it up from some restaurant) and force the guys to come up and eat with you at the table. It was like you were all back in university.Â
âSo how long until thereâs a mini Ford running around?â Fiddleford asked one night when you all decided to get into the liquor cabinet. Fiddleford was laying on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling, with you and Ford draped over the couch. Both of you reddened and avoided eye contact, unable to think of what to say.
âWell Iâve always thought Iâd want to get married first,â you said, breaking the silence, âso the dress would fit, obviously,â you drunkenly giggled. Ford absentmindedly placed a hand on your knee and laughed as he took another swig of his drink. You two had talked about marriage once. Near the beginning of your relationship. You both had poor representations of marriage at your respective homes, which made you both hesitant of commitment to that scale, but you agreed to play it by ear. 4 years later you were still playing it by ear.
âWhatâre you WAITING FOR FORD,â Fiddleford drunkenly shouted from the floor, âWe donât have all day!â he declared before passing out in snores on the floor. You laughed and laid your head on Fordâs shoulder.
âHe hasnât changed much,â you giggled.Â
âHis tolerance hasnât gotten much better either,â Ford remarked. You two both sat in silence listening to the hum of the generators. âAre you good dear?â he asked, obviously referencing Fiddlefordâs outbursts.
âYes love,â you sighed, as you closed your eyes.
It was another average drizzly pacific northwest day when shit hit the fan. You were sitting on the porch taking pictures of a deer nearby eating from a brush when the ground underneath you shook. You were used to random earthly shakings but Fiddleford quickly stormed out shortly after.Â
âFiddleford whatâs-â you tried to ask as you stood up to follow after him.Â
âDo NOT trust him!â he shouted as he threw open his car door, âThat portal is nothing but pure evil Y/N. Get out of here while you still can,â he said with a furrowed brow before peeling away in his car. You stood in stunned silence as Ford threw the door open a few seconds later. He let out a defeated sigh as he saw Fiddleford driving away.
âWhat the hell did you do?!â you asked under your breath, not looking over.
âI-I donât know,â Ford said, âhe got sucked into the portalâŚand saw something,â.
âYouâd tell me if we were in danger, right Ford?â you asked, as you finally looked over at him. He nodded silently.Â
âI wonât let anything happen to you,â he stated, âIâm not working with Bill anymore. Itâs not worth it,â he sighed as he sat on the porch and held his head in his hands. âI got blinded by the potential for fame. Itâs not worth losing my friends and love over,â he said softly. You sat down beside him and put an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist and the two of you sat still as the rain pattered around you. You never told him but you could feel him crying, just a little.Â
Ford quickly began installing precautions to keep Bill out. He insisted on installing a plethora of metal plates around the house. He kept trying to convince you to get a metal plate installed in your head but you were able to convince him you werenât in danger. Youâd never seen Bill before. The rain turned into spring and flowers began to blossom around the yard.Â
One day you were out picking them to make a bouquet for the dining table with Ford watching you on the porch. He was back to where he had been before meeting Bill, but he seemed more content. Outwardly at least. He read more, and criticized himself less. He was taking a break from reading when he saw you standing in the field picking flowers and kneeling by every animal you saw to say hello to it. At that moment he realized.
âCan we get married?â he asked, when you came back to the porch. You nearly fell backwards before jumping into Fordâs lap, knocking off his book, and smothering him in kisses.
âOf course we can Ford,â you said through your kisses.
It was a short turnaround. The next week Ford had found his suit and you had gotten a wedding dress from town. It was long and flowing and got Fordâs approval for having renaissance-esque sleeves and details, which made you roll your eyes a little. You two didnât know anyone else in town well enough to invite them to a ceremony, and neither of you wanted to invite family. Ford felt guilty about having nobody so he invited the colony of gnomes in exchange for hors dâoeuvres. So thatâs what was determined. You were able to scrounge up enough random chairs to have a few spots for them to sit with you and Ford facing each other in front. You had done your makeup and hair, which was the first time Ford had ever really seen you try to do something with your hair which left him slack jawed. All of the gnomes also oohed and awed when you stepped out. You smiled when you faced Ford. The two of you agreed to exchange vows and then youâd sign the marriage certificate and turn it in the next day at the courthouse.Â
You bit your lip and opened your mouth to start when the ground shook and the string lights you had hung up went out. The power inside the house went out entirely.Â
âPeculiar,â Ford said under his breath.Â
âJust a moment folks, weâll be right back after a few messages,â you said, trying to keep the crowd happy, âtake a snack break,â you said, gesturing to the table of random snacks youâd gotten for them all.Â
âI can turn the breaker back on downstairs,â Ford said as he stepped into the house.
âHere I think I have the flashlight,â you said as you thumped the flashlight you kept in the utensil drawer. It flickered to life. Ford took a second and nodded. The two of you made your way downstairs to the lab basement, Ford supplying a six-fingered hand to hold to make sure you didnât trip.Â
Once downstairs it was obvious that something was wrong. The portal was still up and whirring. A haze of blue swirls in its center.
âFord I thought you turned this off,â you said.
âI couldnât just- turn it off,â he mumbled under his breath rubbing the back of his neck, âitâs been months of work. I figured leaving it running and able to be returned to would beâŚfine,â he said sheepishly. You chewed the inside of your cheek, looking at it. He had a point, but it was also a memento to losing his dearest friend. Research be damned.
âFord, I need to know youâre looking to the future and not staying in the past if we get married,â you said, feeling guilty about the ultimatum, but knowing it was the only way. He pushed up his glasses and nodded.
âYouâre right,â he said, âbesides, thereâll be something better than this piece of junk,â. He pushed the button on a platform and the portal quickly fizzled and closed in on itself, leaving the room engulfed in darkness for a second before the lights flickered back on overhead.Â
âHey look at that,â you remarked, looking up, âbet our electricity bill is about to get a lot lower mister,â you smirked as you tapped Fordâs chest.
âStanford, you didnât tell me she had a sense of humor!â a sickeningly familiar voice said. Ford quickly pushed you behind him as you both turned to see the floating triangle form of Bill Cipher in the air. It was your first time seeing the thing that had taken up so much of Fordâs time.
âBill, why are you here? The dealâs off,â Ford shouted.
âI canât believe I didnât get an invite to the wedding! Keeping it intimate with just friends and family I see,â Bill continued on his own as his eye contorted into a video of the gnomes outside waiting.
âAnswer the question Bill,â Ford demanded. You hadnât seen him ever get this serious.Â
âWell Fordsy you broke our deal, but donât worry, thereâs a way to get it back on track!â Billâs voice pinged through the basement, âYâsee, you take something I love-â he said, blinking into the now empty space of the portal. You gripped Fordâs forearm.
âFord Iâm scared-â you said softly.
âI think itâs only fair if I take something you love,â Bill chirped, appearing in front of you two again.
âDonât you dare Bill,â Ford shouted as he held your hand.Â
âNot convincing! Boop!â Billâs voice pinged and with that, you were gone.Â
One moment you were on Earth, in your universe, and the next thing you knew you were falling through space and time, seeing eons of other planets pass by as you floated through free fall.Â
After what felt like decades of falling through nothingness, but also everything, you slammed into the dirt of an apocalyptic planet. You grunted as you lifted yourself up, seeing the smoky, forgotten landscape stretch out in front of you.Â
Fuck.
Back in the basement, millions of universes and timelines away, Ford screamed at Bill.Â
âWhat did you do to her?!â.
âI evened the deal, Stanford calm down!â Bill responded, rolling his single eye, âbesides she was getting in the way of your work, you should be thanking me,â.Â
After that, Fordâs world changed. He installed a metal plate in his head to keep Bill out for good and got serious about trying to hide how to reinstall the portal. He hid his journals throughout the town and decided to call his brother to properly take care of the last one. Take it so far that nobody would ever find it. Heâd get you back on his own. Heâd figure it out. He just couldnât let Bill ever get the satisfaction of the portal.Â
There was a knock on the door and Ford kicked it open, crossbow aimed. It was his brother. He breathed out a sigh of relief and dragged him in.
âDamn what happened to this place? What happened to your woman Ford?â Stan asked, looking around the now cluttered house.
âHe took my wife, and I need to make sure he doesnât take anything else from anyone else,â Ford muttered, âlisten there isnât much time and Iâve made a huge mistake. I donât know who I can trust anymore,â.
âHey easy there letâs talk this through okay?â Stan said as he looked around the house, slowly realizing his brother may be crazy.
âI have something to show you. Something you wonât believe,â Ford sighed as he turned to face his brother.
âLook, Iâve been around the world okay? Whatever youâre going to show me Iâll understand,â Stan shrugged.
It was safe to say Stan did not understand. And Stan did not understand when Ford shoved the journal into his chest demanding his brother to take it to the ends of the earth to hide.Â
It was safe to say that you and Ford were both tumbling through endless dimensions together, but also so far apart.
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4k! Dropout Dorm 1
Hey guys! And there is even more big news today!
It seems like yesterday I celebrated 3k followers, and now, all of a sudden, I have just reached 4k! Honestly, I'm at a loss for words. I'm really happy (and a bit bewildered) that so many of you want to read my stories!
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Dropout Dorm
The line in front of Marvin was long and Marvin was unhappy with himself. He should have come earlier! Who could have known that it was customary to be that early for dorm room assignment? Well, that was an easy question. Obviously, every student in front of him.Â
He wasn't technically the last one to arrive, since there was one other guy that came even later, but the two of them marked the end of the queue. The student behind him, a brown haired young man with a narrow face, studied him carefully, before extending a hand.
"Hi!", he said. "I'm Aiden."
"Marvin", answered Marvin. He wasn't the outgoing type.
"Pleased to meet you, Marvin!", Aiden smiled. "So, we'll be rooming together, I suppose."
"We are?" How did Aiden know?
"I'm pretty sure we are." Aiden nodded. "College rules dictate that rooming is determined by order of appearance on the registration day. Since there are 84 people in the line in front of you, and always two are called into the office at a time, it is only logical that we will be roommates."
That made sense. Marvin didn't bother to count the line yet, but he wasn't entirely unhappy. The person directly in front of him looked like the typical meathead jock type, while the thin man behind him proved that he was capable of logic reasoning.
So, Marvin smiled. "Great. I'm looking forward to it, you seem like a good roommate! I'm majoring in computer sciences, what about you?"
Aiden grinned. "Mathematics. Sorry, that's hard to hide for me."
The grin was genuine, and Marvin and Aiden used the waiting time to get to know each other better. To Marvin's delight, Aiden was quite nerdy himself and wasn't keen on partying or taking girls home - which qualified him as a good rooming choice even more.Â
Finally, they were called into the secretaryâs office, where a woman with large glasses looked at them.
"You are the last ones?"
Marvin nodded and the woman sighed.
"Good. Well, here is the bad news: You too should look for a room elsewhere, outside the campus."
Marvin was confused. Why was that?
Aiden verbalized his question: "Why? Aren't there any rooms left?"
The woman sighed again. "Technically, there is one room left, and you can have it, but... room 148 has a bit of a bad reputation."
"How can a room have a bad reputation?" Aiden asked quizzically.
"Look, the room is called the 'dropout dorm'. For whatever reason, no student that ever took that room graduated. Most dropped out in the same or the following semester.
Aiden looked at Marvin, who, in turn looked at Aiden. How to put it delicately, Marvin asked himself, but Aiden was quicker again, just being honest:
"So, it's just superstition?"
The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. Maybe not. I can only tell you what happened to students in the years before."
"Did you always offer this room last?" Marvin asked and the woman nodded. He exchanged another look with Aiden and then smiled. "Thank you for your concerns, but I think we'll take the risk."
After the formalities were over, they got their keys and went up to their new room. It was located on the second floor, and when Aiden opened the door, he saw a big window facing the lake and the sun shining brightly through it.
"So, why do you think this is the 'dropout dorm'?" Aiden asked.
Marvin smiled. "Because it is the 'dropout dorm'. You see, there had probably been one or two dropouts in this room. Then, someone decided that the room was bad luck or something like that, and they started to offer it to the last students. Now, usually, the last ones in line are those students who care about their studies the least."
"Except in this year" Aiden added.
"Exactly. So, it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. They gave the 'dropout dorm' to the students with the worst starting conditions, and they dropped out, fueling the myth of the 'dropout dorm'."
"Flawless reasoning", Aiden congratulated. "Now, do you have a preference on which side of the room you want?"
Both young men settled in quickly and moved their stuff to their dorm room over the course of the day. It wasn't a bad room at all: It had a small bathroom with a shower, and a nice view from the window. Most importantly, though, it had two nice, big desks, which were quickly filled with books on Aiden's side of the room, and a powerful PC on Marvin's side. The day passed quickly, and it became time for bed.Â
Aiden was slightly amused, as Marvin went into the bathroom to get changed and emerged in pajamas. He certainly didn't judge Marvin for being an introvert, but Aiden had given up pajamas a few years ago and slept in boxers since then. Still, that was nothing of his business.
Both their dreams were restless and although Aiden couldn't remember what exactly he had dreamed off, when he woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running, he found himself with a bad case of morning wood. It was rare for Aiden to be aroused, but right now, he felt outright horny. His dick throbbed against his boxers and the outline was clearly visible since he had untangled himself from his blanked in his sleep. He just hoped that Marvin hadn't noticed.
When Aiden accidentally brushed against his erection, that was already forming a wet patch in his boxers from precum, he would have almost moaned out load. Damn, was this thing sensitive today. He looked at the bathroom. Marvin had left the door open, probably by accident. He could see the naked body of the other man moving under the stream of water and quickly drew back his head.
It looked like Marvin would still be busy for a while, so this was his chance! Aiden quickly disposed of his boxers and wrapped his right hand around his member, careful not to make noise. It was really difficult since he wanted to moan loudly so bad, but he could control himself.Â
He quickly moved his hand up and down, rolling back his eyes. This felt just so good! Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through him and he was already close when he heard the water stop. It took an awful lot of willpower to pry his hand from his prick for a moment, to peek at the bathroom door. Marvin was drying up. If he hurried up, he still had time to finish. His hand went back to his erection, and he pumped on. He threw his head back as he came - in complete silence, but with wide spurts all over his chest.
Aiden had no time to recover though, as only a split second later, Marvin stepped out of the bathroom. Lightning-fast, Aiden covered himself with the blanket, soiling it with his cum in the process. Marvin hadn't seen anything, right?
"Good morning!" Marvin said, the towel around his hips, but stopped in the middle of the room. "Does it smell weird here?"
Stay tuned for the rest of the short series, following Marvin and Aiden on their inevitable journey, posted soon.
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Handle With Care
Summary: You've had a truly awful day, luckily, your adoring boyfriend Minho is there to make it better. 2.5k words
Warnings: there's sex, but honestly it feels like someone accidentally got porn in my fluff so do with that what you will. reader is as gender neutral as physically possible. reader is also lowkey a crybaby, sorry but actually I'm not
Notes: Hello adoring public. It turns out, I can write fanfiction, and with the encouragement of Juno and Ems, I can also post it! There is a cat in this, she was inspired by a cat my family used to have and a cat my family currently has. They're both calico which I think explains everything you need to know about them.
Thereâs a lot you can say about the day you had today, and most of them start with sh- and end in -itty. Youâre thinking on this as you dive head first onto the rough material of your couch, great for sitting, bad for face planting. You hear a scratching by your head and absentmindedly bat your cat away from the arm of the couch, mumbling something about how she has a perfectly good cat tree two feet away before resuming your completely justified sulking.
âOh, hello. I didnât hear you come home. How was your day?â Thereâs a voice above you and you can picture him in your mind's eye, leaning against the back of the couch as he stares at your limp form, probably eyeing the shoes you didnât take off by the door. You mumble something half hearted in response and he huffs before the sound of walking hits your ears and all the breath leaves your body at once. Heâs sitting on you. This motherfucker is sitting on you.
âGet off, Minhoâ You had to tilt your head to the side, itâs hard enough to breathe through couch fabric as is, much less when thereâs a full grown man sitting on your back.
âYou should answer people when they try to talk to you, jagiya.â
âYou shouldnât sit on people while theyâre laying down, yeobo.â Your voice is a lot more acidic than his was and a twinge of guilt settles on you before it dissipates as he shifts and manages to place more weight on your back.
âHmm. I guess weâre both doing things that we shouldnât then. How tragic.â His voice is deadpan, and you still canât see him from where your head is turned- your view is limited to the back of the couch and his arm in your periphery- but you can feel the dead stare heâs aiming at your skull. Thereâs a silence for a few moments while you engage in a war of attrition, neither of you willing to give up just yet, but itâs getting genuinely hard to breathe and your back is starting to hurt.
âIt sucked, please get off.â He does, patting your back consolingly.
âSee? Was that so hard?â He guides your head to his lap as you both sit back down, petting over your hair like he would his cats. âTell me, whatâs got my baby in such a tizzy?â
You grumble at him, rolling over to shove your face into his stomach, tired and petulant. He sighs softly, but keeps patting your head, so you know heâs mostly just doing it for show.
âThat kind of day, hmm, jagi?â And you nod again. Honestly, it wasnât much different from a normal day, itâs just that the right things managed to go very wrong and subsequently ruined your day in a way that has pressure forming behind your eyes and your voice cracking stupidly every time you try to talk.
You both sit for a while before he puts something on the TV and gently shoves your head off his lap.
âHey-â
âDo you want the dinner I worked so hard on to go cold?â He has his hands on his hips in front of you and you laugh slightly at how funny he looks. He rolls his eyes and goes, coming back with two bowls of something before he forcefully sits you up and shoves it in your hands.
âEat.â
âYes, chef.â
The food is delicious, it always is when Minho cooks it, heâs got a talent for it youâve never really seen firsthand, and you consider yourself truly blessed to be able to eat it as often as heâs able to make it for you. Still, gratefulness and taste aside, your day was shitty enough that every mouthful tastes like ash and turns to rot in your stomach, leaving you with an unsettling queasiness that shouldnât ever be attributed to your boyfriendâs cooking. Youâre shoving the contents around with a spoon before he huffs- a real one this time- and takes the bowl from you, setting it on the coffee table next to his own before he mutes the TV.
âOkay. Quite clearly something is wrong. What can I do to help you?â You think he knows, but you like that he asks anyway. Minho always asks, always lets you talk and sort out whateverâs going on before he tries to help. Even if your answer is a simple shake of the head, a simple, I donât feel like it, become a mind reader, he always asks before he helps. Sometimes you wonder how he always knows what you need, others you just decide to not look a gift horse in the mouth.
You huff and your lip wobbles pathetically and he coos, slightly condescending.
âCrying already? I havenât even done anything.â Heâs teasing, but his hands are gentle as he pulls you into his lap, his hands are gentle as they find their way under your shirt, his mouth is gentle as it kisses down the side of your face to your neck.
ââM sorry,â youâre not the biggest fan of crying, neither is he, but for different reasons. Heâs not someone whoâs brought to tears easily, you are, but thereâs an inherent shame in it, you think. Something so embarrassing about getting worked up enough to start crying like a baby, and so as much and as often as you feel like crying, you donât. This he also knows, because he knows everything.
âAish, why are you sorry for? I didnât tell you to apologize, did I?â He taps your cheek lightly, causing you to look up at him, he plants a kiss on your nose, then your mouth.
âSweet thing, donât worry about anything except for what I tell you to, okay?â And you nod and he smiles.
Youâre not much for talking in times like these, everything is so sensitive and soft and talking feels like a cheese grater on this cloudlike moment so you donât and he knows, so he doesnât chide you for it. Usually, he would. Heâd crack a hand down on your ass or grab a fistful of your hair and tell you that he asked you a question so he expects an answer, but thatâs not what you need right now, so he doesnât. He just kisses your jaw again before he puts both of his warm hands under your shirt and lets his fingers poke at your chest.
He always says his hands are small, but really, you wouldnât be able to tell, not with the way he cups your chest in his hand and lets his thumb brush over your nipple, gentle and reverent. Itâs not much, not as much as he usually gives you, but itâs enough to have your mouth dropping open with a gasp and your back arching into his hand, itâs enough to have him giggling softly at your reaction.
âSensitive today?â Heâs teasing again, as soft as he is right now, heâs still Minho, he still likes to poke fun. You huff, biting at his shoulder softly in retaliation and he lets you, pinching your nipple just this side of too much in retribution before one of his hands wanders down to your ass, groping and squishing the flesh. Your breath stutters in your chest as he pushes your hips forward onto his, friction sending sparks up your spine.
âMin-â Youâre desperate and he hasnât even done anything yet, not really. A few stray touches and you already feel yourself shattering to pieces in his grasp, youâre not afraid though, and not quite ashamed. Heâll take care of you, he always does.
He does it again, guides your hips forward until youâve gotten the hint to keep going by yourself and youâre struck with the urge to kiss him, so you do, removing your head from the home itâs made on his shoulder and making a go at his mouth. Itâs messy, your coordination shot already, and you almost smash your forehead into his nose before he catches your head with a laugh.
âEasy there. Bloody noses arenât exactly sexy.â You disagree, he could make anything sexy, but you donât have time to voice that thought as he pushes his mouth onto yours and lovingly shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss is messy, they always are. However gentle he is, he can never seem to stop himself from kissing you until your face is covered in drool and spit, and if it were anyone else, youâd be mildly repulsed, but you like the way he looks at your mouth after itâs over, so you let it slide.Â
You pull away, chest burning and heaving and look at him before you still, eyes drawn to something by his head.
âBaby? Whatâs wrong?â You donât answer, gaze still drawn away from him.
âThereâs a little white girl staring at me.â He turns his head to the side and laughs as he comes face to face with your cat, her green eyes boring into him. He scratches her head affectionately and lets her headbutt him before your center of gravity is shifting drastically and youâre clinging onto him for dear life.
The bedroom door shuts before youâre very aware of it and suddenly thereâs a mattress under your back and a Minho over your front and his hands are up your shirt again, this time shoving it off of you until your chest is bare. You shiver slightly from the cold and then thereâs a blanket being shoved around your shoulders and you smile up at him. He knows you so well, he loves you so much and your eyes are welling with tears.
âAigoo, my little crybaby. Itâs just a blanket,â thereâs a kiss on each of your cheek bones, âsilly thing. Save your tears for when my cock is in you, hmm?â Your breath stutters again and your hands are tugging at his shirt until he takes it off, he laughs again when your hands immediately find his chest.
âIâm glad someone appreciates my hard work.â
âTheyâre nice boobs.â The sentence catches him off guard, makes him laugh hard enough that he loses his balance a little and his weight settles onto you more. Itâs comforting, like a weighted blanket that can talk and walk and kiss you silly.
Then, his hands are under your bottoms, tugging them off your legs and youâre suddenly wearing nothing and heâs still in his pants, which you find disgustingly unfair. You reach down and tug on the hem off his sweats, pouting and huffing until he gets the message and tugs those off too.
âYou just want to get me naked,â he starts. âI canât believe you just want me for my body.â You nod cheekily in response and he smacks your shoulder.
âYah! See if Iâm ever nice to you again!â But heâs kissing your neck again as his hands guide your legs to cross over his hips before heâs touching you in a way that steals the breath from your lungs and makes your head tip back into the pillows.
âThere we go. So pretty when youâre like this, hmm? So soft and sweet for me.â His fingers are in you now, pressing insistently against that spot that makes white splash in your vision and reflexively forces your legs shut. He grunts slightly as your thighs squeeze around his hips, pressure just this side of uncomfortable. He doesnât say anything though, just keeps his pace steady inside you until youâre almost tipping over and he stops. You look at him with something akin to betrayal, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to complain heâs sliding home and you donât have enough air to say anything anyway.
He catches it though, rolls his eyes as he sees the way your attitude was about to flare up.
âWhat did I tell you earlier, jagiya? Donât worry about anything unless I tell you to worry about it. I always take care of you, donât I?â He does, heâs good to you like that. He sounds slightly out of breath already, unusual for him, but you donât mind because it feels like youâre seconds away from Godâs doorstep yourself.
His pace is slow and deep, bass knock steady even as you squirm under him. If this were a normal situation, heâd stop, hands gripping your hips unforgivingly until you stayed still, but this isnât a normal situation so he lets you wiggle, only huffing in mild irritation before he leans down to kiss you again.
âYouâre gonna knock us off the damn bed, baby.â But he doesnât make any move to stop you, and you feel too good to really process his words anyway. You love him, you really do, and youâre struck with the overwhelming urge to tell him, to let him know, to make him know. You grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in until he hisses and levels you with a glare, one that instantly softens when he meets your eyes.
âI love you,â it comes out of you as a sob, like it was wrenched from your vocal chords before you gave yourself permission to think it. âI love you so much.â Youâre rambling now, repeating those three words over and over and Minho coos, hips faltering just slightly. He always goes weak when you tell him you love him, and you keep it in your back pocket like a weapon for the times that youâre in trouble.
âI love you, too, jagiya. âS that why youâre crying? Hmm? Love me so much itâs gotta spill out from your pretty eyes?â You nod in response, breath hitching from the pleasure and the tears and his hand drifts from its place on your hip to touch you again and youâre spilling liquid heat before you can really register whatâs happening. You feel him inside you, too, insides suddenly molten warm but youâre floating too high for it to feel like itâs happening to you, like youâve been temporarily ejected from your body.
When your soul settles back into your bones, Minho is laying next to you, staring at you with his wide eyes, you look over at him and smile.
âIs boba really worth it?â He looks confused at your question before you poke him on the eyelid and he laughs.
âFeel better?â You consider for a moment. Your teeth donât feel like theyâre too big for their sockets and your bones no longer feel itchy. Youâre hungry, but mostly, your mind is quiet. Thereâs no overwhelming pressure behind your eyes and when you talk your voice cracks from sleep instead of from the force of choking back tears.
âMuch. Iâm hungry, though.â You give your best impression of puppy eyes at him and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Youâve been told that your pleading face looks mildly perturbing, but Minho always says you remind him of Soonie when you do it. It makes you feel slightly bad for Soonie, soon the cat isnât going to be able to get anything off of Minho because youâll have rendered him immune.
He comes back with your reheated bowl in one hand and your cat in the other.
âShe screamed at me until I picked her up. Stood on my feet and hollered.â He winces slightly. âI shouldâve put on boxers because she almost mistook my dick for a toy.â
#bee blurbs#ft.lino#lee know smut#lee know x reader#lee know x you#skz smut#skz x reader#skz x you#lee minho x reader#the last time i wrote fanfiction and posted it it was very mid langst so lets hope this is better#this is saved in my google docs as âSorry to God and also Myselfâ btw
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đIKEMEN BREEDING SEASONđ - XXSYCAMORE'S 2000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION EVENT
On October 28th, 2024, this blog hit 2K followers! Once again, thank you, everyone, for the support, and for sticking around in my writing adventures. I hope you can continue enjoying my work! Now, our previous milestone celebrations were all about fluffy short stories, so I figured it's high time we bring some smut into the mix. Even though spring would have been perfect for the Ikemen Breeding Season, I decided, why wait when we can have it now. Besides, that time is reserved for part 2 of our Steal My Heart!! (1500 followers) event! If you have placed a request for it and haven't received a ficlet yet, don't worry, I haven't deleted anything! :)
âş PROMPTS
How do you want the suitor to breed you (or the MC)? :
In the heat of the moment
As proof that you belong to them
To produce an heir
With a chance for twins
While imagining you being pregnant
Making sure that it takes
Making the moment special
When they'd already gotten you pregnant before
With you taking the lead
While you're in heat (Omegaverse)
â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪ 2 separate request openings - Since in the past there have been times when everything has been grabbed in the first 10 minutes from the announcement, I decided it would only be fair for the people in different time zones if I divide it into two batches at different times of the day.
FIRST REQUEST OPENING WILL HAPPEN ON OCTOBER 30TH, 12 PM UTC (8 AM EDT) (or click here to see it converted to your time zone)
SECOND REQUEST OPENING WILL HAPPEN ON OCTOBER 31TH, 12 AM UTC (8 PM EDT on the 30th) (or click here to see it converted to your time zone)
Both request openings will be closed after I get a total of 15 requests each! I will make separate posts to announce when those start and close.
âş RULES:
Understand that these are going to be short NSFW stories, around 500 words each.
Anonymous asks are allowed, but please don't abuse my kindness and don't request if you're a minor!
Pick a character from the list below and a prompt from the prompt list. Threesomes are allowed, so long as no one is related, lol.
Be sure to let me know if you want MC x Suitor(s) or Reader x Suitor(s). If you don't specify, I'll write it as I see fit!
Specify your gender preferences if you have any! If you selected "Reader", I'll by default write them with afab traits. This goes especially for the prompt "Imagining you pregnant" where you could encounter terms including but not limited to: breasts, lactation, love handles, vagina, ovulation, womb, ovaries, pregnant bellies, you get the picture. To bypass all of this, you can ask for a Gender Neutral Reader, or you can be more specific and tell me your preferences in detail.
Mpreg is welcome, sure, why not. This goes both for Male Readers and for Getting your suitor pregnant, like in the case where you picked the Omegaverse prompt and he's an Omega. Go wild.
OCs are NOT allowed, due to how short these stories are going to be versus the research required in order to do justice to your OC. Sorry!
Don't send multiple requests! One per person. Again, I'm put my trust in you about not abusing the anon option.
In the event where I've already received the same prompt with the same character, I'll only write it once!
Don't hesitate to give me details! :) I want to create a work specially crafted for you. If you have a whole scenario in mind, I'd love to hear it, even if I have to squeeze it in the word limit. Where are they doing it, what is the reader wearing, what petname the suitor uses - these are just a few examples! Additionally, since I haven't read all the routes of the characters listed here, if you feel it's needed, you can provide some in-game information about the character if it has a relation to topic. Ex: "I think he'll make a great family man because he canonly loves taking care of the younger ones."
Requests sent outside of the specified time periods won't be accepted. I try to immediately answer these so you'll know, but I might also straight-up delete anything that doesn't follow the rules.
âş AVAILABLE CHARACTERS:
Ikemen Villains:Â Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor; Darius; Nica; Ring
Ikemen Prince:Â Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio, Cyran/Cyril, Matthias, Kagari
Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles;Â Drake; Galileo
Ikemen Revolution:Â Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie
Ikemen Sengoku:Â Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto
Midnight Cinderella:Â Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid
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Please understand that I can't guarantee that I'm going to write all of these! I have a lot of issues IRL that I need to take care of, which leads me to either not having a lot of free time or not having the needed energy and inspiration to write. Either way, I hope you can have fun with this event! I can't wait to see what you send me. Have a great day, and I'll see you in my askbox soon! <3
#ikemen series#ikevil#ikevamp#ikesen#ikepri#ikerev#midcin#ikemen villains#ikemen vampire#ikemen prince#ikemen sengoku#ikemen revolution#midnight cinderella#ikeseries
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The Gods We Can Touch Chapter Six: Salt and Blood
Masterlist of Series
Summary: The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be.
What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it?
Author's Note: Alright, everyone. This is the last time you'll see baby Aemond and the reader, so let's cherish it. In the next chapter, we will start where the show did with the characters aged up in Ep. 8. I'm very excited to write for adult MC. I'm not going to lie; I'm a bit worried about writing Aemond's inner dialogue, as I've never written for a male character who isn't obsessed with the reader, but I'm sure I'll do fine. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Warnings: Alicent being delulu, parentified sibling trauma, and watch me make you feel even worse about Driftmark.
As you journeyed from the gloomy corridors of the Red Keep to the sulfuric atmosphere of Dragonstone and now to the sandy shores and scattered shells of Driftmark, an air of sadness seemed to cling to you wherever you went. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing down at the tranquil sea, overlooking the stone coffin that cradled your late Aunt Laena. Two deaths, each carrying its weight of sorrow, yet only one mourned.
You wondered what it would be like to die choked in flames like Ser Harwin and Lyonel Strong did. Would it be the same as suffering dragon fire like your Aunt? Most likely not. Hers was a swift burning of flesh from bones, while theirs was hours of agony and suffocation.Â
Despite what your family claimed, the idea of dying to your own dragonâs flames wasnât an appealing end to you. It didnât seem noble like how stories explained it to be. It was horrifying to have your skin torched from your body, to feel the power of a thousand suns on your flesh. It would be excruciatingly painful, and you wished it upon no one, not even those you despised most. You would much rather meet the Stranger in your sleep.Â
You barely settled into your new home on Dragonstone before your mother received the two ravens. One bringing news of Ser Harwin and the other of Laena, containing death in the ink. You consoled your mother and father as best you could, hugging and kissing and telling them that you loved them and were sorry. It was an impossible task to do, but you couldnât help yourself. You hated seeing them so distraught and wanted to make them feel better.Â
At night, you cried into your pillows in your now isolated bedroom until Jace and Luke entered, watery eyes matching yours. As the eldest, it was your job to hold your family together when your parents couldnât, and it left you no time to properly grieve the loss of an Aunt and a father figure.
You felt terrible for your cousins Baela and Rhaena. To go to bed one night and wake up the next without a mother was a depth of grief you couldnât imagine. You didnât think you could live a life without your mother; you would die with her, and the ability of your cousins to continue without her was admirable as you observed their sullen faces streaked with tears.Â
Your Great Uncle Vaemond spoke his sermon in High Valyrian, which was too fast and practiced for you to understand. You could decipher some words here and there, but ultimately, you were lost listening to a man you rarely met. You felt your mother straighten her stance from behind, her arms coming to circle the three of you in a protective embrace.
Vaemondâs eyes were on yours, Lukeâs, and Jaceâs, but everyone else was focused on himâon the coffin with Lady Laenaâs face carved into it.
As your eyes wandered to the other people surrounding the funeral procession, fear struck you as you caught your eldest uncleâs eye. It wasnât very comforting to see Aegon so soon. You had set it in your mind that you wouldnât have to see him for many years, and yet, here you were, dressed in an obsidian and red-sleeved gown, pearls adorning the collar and your veiled headpiece. Quickly, you turned away, instinctually taking Jaceâs hand in yours.
An air of stiffness surrounded your family that you werenât blind to. It was always there, but now, more than before, you felt it. You thought it was childish to be so locked into familial drama when someone lay dead inside a casket. Though you didnât remember much of the times you met your Aunt Laena, she still deserved the respect of putting these grievances aside. You knew you were part of it, but more important things were happening than what you suffered.Â
The cries of your father sent waves of sadness into your heart, and with the sudden urge to get him to stop, you left the safety of your brother and clung to your fatherâs waist. He lifted you into his sea-worn arms and clung to your frail body as if it was the only thing that kept him from sinking into his grief. You rested your temple onto his shoulder, tears of empathy falling from your eyes as he pressed your head closer.Â
Afraid of what would become of your father if you let go, you allowed him to crush you in his embrace for as long as he needed it as a scornful laugh broke through the tense atmosphere. You peeked from your position to see Great Uncle Daemon chuckling to himself with a shake of his head at what Vaemond said. You felt annoyance bubble inside you, solidifying your distaste for the man as the Velaryon guards clad in silver armor and blue seahorse sigils lifted the ropes and lowered your Aunt into the roaring sea.Â
You didnât leave your fatherâs side for the remainder of the day, not even when he slowly lowered himself into the sea with his sister as the cold, salty breeze swept through the evening. You wanted to speak with Aemond, if just for a small moment, but your family came first. They always came before anyone else, a fact that your mother instilled into the very fabric of your being.
Sitting atop one of the rock ledges near your father, you dipped your feet into the saltwater, dragging your toes to watch the water ripple and allow time to pass. It didnât feel right to leave him alone. The image of him falling into the ocean as your Aunt played repeatedly in your mindâs eye. You were afraid in his grief, he would follow her. Only when your fatherâs squire, Ser Qarl, took your father from his place with his sister did you leave, joining the rest of the goers for the wake late in the evening.
Searching through the crowd of people for your mother and your brothers, you couldnât find them. Alone with none of your family for protection, you felt fear pull at your chest. Your hands began to scratch at your arms and scalp, attempting to quell the insatiable itch. The fabric prevented you from doing so, and tears of fright soon began to collect at your lashes.Â
From across the balcony, you saw a flash of green, a color that had never offered you comfort until now. Yet as quickly as you saw it, it vanished, leaving only a head of white promptly running down the stairs. You felt your heart drop into your feet as you watched Aemond run across the sandy dunes like he was running from you.Â
The call of a dragon you never heard before screeched through the gray skies. It was mournful as if it were calling for a lost pet or child. In this case, it was a rider. As you looked up, you could see the vast shadow of Vhagarâs silhouette soaring through the clouds, flying in the same direction your uncle went. You felt your eyes grow wide with worry at the realization, wanting to chase after Aemond and warn him.
âLetâs get you to bed,â a tender, feminine voice came from behind you as you jolted in surprise. The tall figure of Queen Alicent stood before you, curly auburn hair pinned back into a magnificent updo and clad in her usual green and gold as she put a hand on your back. âYour mother already sent your brothers.âÂ
âWhere is she?â you hastily asked. Aemond was no longer on your mind.
âIâm uncertain. Your father is off drowning his sorrow in his cups with his squire,â she answered in the same velvet voice you remembered her having, bitterness you didnât understand laced in the undertone.
You felt offended by how the Queen spoke about your father. He was grieving. He was allowed to spend time with whomever he wished, doing what he wanted.
Alicent lifted her arm, wrapping it around your petite frame, and led you inside Hightide. It was not as cold or formidable as Dragonstone; its dark magic melted into the walls, yet it didnât hold the warmth of the Red Keep. Still, you felt unwelcomed here, either by the place or its people. The pale stone walls were filled with bits and pieces of shells from clams, mollusks, and other long-dead shell creatures mixed into the mortar to make it stand the test of salty air.Â
The Hall of the Nine, where you passed as Queen Alicent, led you to the guest chambers, where you held the Driftwood throne where your grandfather Corlys reigned. You recalled when you visited this place many years ago and how he went on about the many treasures from his sieges and conquests that decorated the room in all its glory. He and his wife, Rhaenys, sat in a heated discussion in front of the hearth.
Once you reached the door to your shared bed chambers with your brothers, Alicent turned to you. It was the first time you had seen her since what Aegon had done to you, and you felt tension. It seemed as if she wanted to speak, to say everything that had been bottled up since the revelation of her sonâs transgressions, but she was unable to do so as tears choked her. Instead, the only words that came out were those she couldnât say to her children.Â
âI hope you can find the time to visit the Keep. Helaena asked when you would be returning, and it broke my heart to tell her you wouldnât be,â she confided, stroking the thin black fabric covering your dark hair. âAemond has turned inwards since you left, and Aegon has become crueler to him. It makes me wonder if heâs always been this way and that my love for him has blinded me from his transgressions.âÂ
You said nothing. The mention of Aegonâs name still felt like a blow to the stomach. âI hope you can find it within your heart to forgive my son for what he did to you and that we may yet be the family we were always meant to be.â Your tongue felt like lead as your breathing began to race, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as Alicent kneeled before you, a sad smile on her supple lips as she tenderly swiped your tear-stained cheeks with her smooth thumbs.Â
âI love you, my shining light, my dream.âÂ
Leaning in, she took your small frame by your shoulders, kissing your forehead as one would do to their babe. You felt sick, nausea churning in your stomach as you quickly opened the bedroom door, hastily shutting it behind you in fright.Â
It was all too muchâLady Laenaâs death, Ser Harwinâs, seeing your father in shambles, and Queen Alicentâs steadfast belief that you should become a part of her family no matter what happened to you. The Queen desired to wed you and Aegon despite the horrors he committed. The realization that she genuinely didnât see what your eldest uncle did to you as something that would permanently bar you from joining the union pierced your heart. You would much rather marry Aemond or Helaena, but having no ties to her seemed better.
Your brothers peered at you curiously from their beds as you clutched your chest, looking as if you ran the entire way here. They didnât ask any questions, and you didnât move to speak, loosening the ties of your gown and shrugging it off until you were only in your smock. You didnât feel like changing into your nightdress in front of your brothers, deciding to climb into bed and shove your face into the pillows, refusing to cry in front of Jace and Luke as you fell into a dreamless sleep.
When Aemond learned of Lady Laenaâs death, he knew it was a sign from the Gods that his time had come. The Seven had deemed this the moment to prove himself to everyone who doubted him and thought him useless without a dragon.Â
Vhagar.Â
The largest, oldest, and strongest dragon in the world was riderless.Â
Aemond believed that once he gained the only thing he lacked, life would finally be what it should have been. He would make his father proud, shove all the taunts and jests from Aegon and his nephews back into their faces, and finally become a man you deemed worthyâyour Mors Martell.Â
As Aemond fled from the wake when the candles had long melted, he thought only of the ichor coursing through his veins. Dusk was upon the island, and the nightâs wind blew harshly, strands of his silver-blonde hair covering his face as he climbed over the dunes. Vhagar was further from the castle than he initially thought.
âFuck.â Aemond released a sigh of exasperation and scrambled across the uneven ground.Â
When he came upon the dragon, he was in awe. Vhagar was as frightening as she was enormousâa giant, green-scaled, moving mountain that shook the ground and blew sand with every movement and breath from her powerful lungs.Â
Taking advantage of Vhagarâs resting state, Aemond crept along the sparse grass, feeling each gust of air she created with her wide nostrils, blowing the sand into his face and ears. Anxiety was present in his gut, feeling a slight tremble in his limbs as he closed the distance, wrapping his hand around one of the many ropes draped across Vhagarâs scales. Suddenly, he felt the ground underneath him quake, and the head of the dragon lifted with a low rumble.
Vhagar observed Aemond with tired yet calculating amber orbs, double eyelids blinking. She grumbled as she bore her teeth to him. They were the size of a fully grown adult, sending a shiver down his spine. As if it were an act of divine intervention, Vhagar laid her enormous head back down, seeming disinterested in the young boy before her.Â
If Lady Laenaâs death wasnât proof enough Aemond was fated by the Gods to claim a dragon, the most powerful beast in the world, laying its head in acquiescence certainly was. Blinded by his small victory, nerves still in his mind, he reached for the rope ladder again, only for Vhagar to raise her head and growl, low and deep. A snarl formed on her great maw as Aemond stumbled back in shock and saw the light of orange flames gather at the back of her throat.Â
âDohaerÄs!â (Serve!) he shouted instinctively, recalling the many lessons he observed in the Dragonpit as he felt the heat of fire on his countenance. âDohaerÄs, Vagus! LykirÄŤ!â (Serve, Vhagar! Be calm!)
With Aemondâs commands, the she-dragon relaxed, recalling her flames and closing her mouth. She purred to him like a cat, a sign that she approved his merit while standing in the face of death. Vhagar would allow the Prince an attempt to claim her, but he must prove himself before the eyes of the Gods, before the eyes of a dragon.Â
Aemond took the ropes and climbed atop the mighty Vhagarâs back, positioning himself in the saddle and grabbing the reigns.Â
âSĹvÄs!â (Fly!) Aemond ordered, and Vhagar rumbled, raising her legs and shaking the sand from her scales. âSĹvÄs!â
She obeyed, taking a few giant steps and flapping her great wings, pushing off from the ground and leaving a sandstorm in her wake. Though Aemond told Vhagar to fly, he still had yet to control her as she took to the night sky in a near-vertical position, catching him unaware. The force knocked him from the leather saddle, leaving him dangling in the air with just the reigns for purchase. Aemond screamed with fear, feeling as if his stomach lurched out of his body as he struggled against the whipping wind to regain control.Â
She tested him as he grabbed the pommel, sat upright, and pulled the ropes to balance her. He felt like he was on a bucking horse, loosening, tightening, twisting, and turning to the left and right to steer her safely. Vhagar ignored Aemondâs movements and continued to fly like he wasnât there, diving into the dunes of Driftmark before he reared her upwards, dragging her claws across the sand. He squealed in terror, blocking the debris that scratched his face as she soared over the sea.
Aemond knew he needed to prove himself to her, to show the war-hardened dragon that he deserved to ride her. Her chirps and groans from the day earlier called to him like nothing before, singing to the Prince in her dragon song of forlornness and isolation. Perhaps that was why he felt compelled to claim her. They both shared that feeling of loneliness deep within their souls, that same oddness in their families. The dragoness was too large to be held within any structure, leaving her in forced solitude, her only companions being her rider. Aemond was the only one, despite his Valyrian features, not to have a dragon.Â
That would no longer be his story.
Aemond fortified his mind and will, putting his soul into his movements as he lifted Vhagar higher in the sky. He could feel the blood of Old Valyria coursing through his veins as the mighty dragon obeyed, leveling out her vast wings and soaring over Spicetown and back to Driftmark. He screamed with fear and joy as she flew with him in the skies, a bright smile he was sure you could see in Lannisport.Â
Aemond had proven himself. He had shown himself and all who doubted and bullied him for not having a dragon that he was capable, that he was worthy.Â
Everything was as it should be.
Perhaps you would allow him to kiss you again and spend the night in his embrace. Aemond had no doubt you would be proud of him as he listened to your assurances that he was brave, a dragon knight who you could trust with your secrets and protect you from enemies, and that he deserved your heart.Â
Aemond landed Vhagar with a grace he hadnât possessed before, climbing down the rope ladder on her side with windburnt cheeks. As soon as his feet touched the sand, he ran straight to the underground caverns of High Tide to wake you and explain everything.
âJace!âÂ
You faintly heard a voice calling, sounding distant in your dream state. Ignoring it with a groan, you rolled over, trying to return to sleep.
âJace, wake up! Someone stole Vhagar!â
This woke you from your sleep. You sat up to see Baela and Rhaena hovering over your brotherâs bed.Â
âWe need to stop them!â
Jace and Luke quickly threw the covers off and stuck their feet into their slippers as you observed them curiously. Rubbing the sleep from your face, you yawned, begrudgingly following them.Â
âYou cannot steal a dragon,â you countered after a long silence in the pale stone halls, your voice laced with sleep. It felt like you had hardly gotten a wink.Â
âShe is my motherâs dragon! I was supposed to claim her,â Rhaena countered, tears collecting in her dark eyes.Â
Yawning again as you followed a few paces behind your siblings and cousins, you rolled your eyes, wanting to bite with the remark, âWhy didnât you?â But you didnât say it. The reason was apparent why she didnât, and Rhaena didnât need any more reason to be distraught.
They led you to the caverns of High Tide, stumbling in your sleepless state. They led to the beaches lit only by dim torchlight, your movements groggy and slightly annoyed. On the other end of the tunnel, Aemond appeared before you with a proud grin and windswept hair. You couldnât help but mirror his expression, a contagious self-satisfaction that spread to you.Â
He neednât say it aloud. You could tell by how he carried himself, shoulders back, chin high, and a slight lift to his cheeks, that your uncle claimed a dragonâthe mightiest one in the world, Vhagar.Â
âItâs him!â Rhaena exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Aemond.
It didnât deter him, countering with his head high, violet eyes flicking from you to your cousin. âItâs me.â
âVhagar is my motherâs dragon!â she yelled, hurt as if this reasoning would change Vhagarâs fate. As you moved to Aemond, Jace grabbed your hand, stopping you with an anxious yet demanding look on his face.Â
âYour mother is dead, and Vhagar has a new rider now,â your uncle replied, and you felt your brows raise in shock. You knew better than most of the cruelty he could commit, but after spending time with Aemond and seeing the softer, gentler, and kinder side of him, it took you off guard.Â
âShe was mine to claim!â Rhaena argued, charging toward him in a challenge. Your skin began to itch, and your breath quickened.Â
The hatred felt at the funeral carried over into your brothers and cousins. Tension in the air crackled like a fire in a hearth, watching the yellow and orange flames slowly dwindle into embers until someone threw tinder to spark it.
âThen you shouldâve claimed her! Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride,â Aemond sneered. âIt would suit you.â
Your lips parted in empathetic offense as you looked from your uncle to Rhaena, tears of guilt and shame pricking at your eyes. You apologized about the pig, and you thought Aemond forgave you, but it seems he couldnât let go of the hurt no matter how close you were. The feeling of joy for your uncleâs feat was as brief as your friendship.
With a surge of rage, Rhaena charged forward, attempting to push Aemond, but he swiftly countered, and she fell to the ground. You jumped back in shock as you covered your mouth, Luke standing beside you. Baela screamed, protecting her sister as she punched him across his face and Aemond yelped in pain. Without thinking, you went toward your uncle, fearful for his well-being in your heart, but he swiftly stood before you could reach him, returning the same swing to Baela. You gasped in horror and moved to the side, narrowly missing your cousinâs body from colliding with yours.Â
âCome at me again, and Iâll feed you to my dragon!â Aemond snarled at the twins, and without warning, Jace ran to him with a shout, shoving your uncle in offended anger and smacking him across the cheek.
You screamed for them to stop as you watched Luke try to join the fray, but you held him back, scared that he would get caught in the crossfire. He was the youngest and the littlest, most likely to get hurt. You needed to protect what family you could. Aemond brought this upon himself with his words of arrogance, but that didnât stop you from wanting to defend him, too.
The scene before you was violent, a flurry of white, black, and red running atop Aemond as Luke slipped from your grasp, all pummeling, kicking, and screaming at him as you cried for them to stop. He was helpless as he suffered blow after blow, and you felt your heart splinter. This wasnât a fair fight. Without worrying for yourself, you jumped on top of Jace, pulling him back from your uncle and giving him a chance to defend himself. You felt like a betrayer, turning against your twin to save your uncle. Your brother grunted as you both fell to the ground, his body on top of you as you struggled to keep him from fighting.Â
You and your siblings had fought before, but nothing like this. It was so vicious, filled with violence and want for pain, as Jace whipped his head back into yours, causing it to slam against one of the many jagged rocks across the ground, having you see stars. He went back into the brawl with no worry for your safety as you heard the unsheathing of a knife, your eyes blurry as you struggled to see the scene before you.Â
âYou will die screaming in flames just as your father did!â Aemond yelled, suddenly holding Luke by his neck with a rock in his hand.
âMy father is alive!â Luke gasped in protest, flinging his arms and blood running down his face.
You needed to get up to protect Luke from physical harm and the threat of discovering your lineage. You didnât believe Aemond would kill Luke. He was capable of violence, but he wasnât a murderer. As you tried to move, your skull felt filled with sand, pulling you back down to the ground as you felt the warm trickle of liquid run down your neck. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear your sight and mind.Â
Aemond spoke again to Jace, seeming to forget your existence and holding a sense of superiority. âHe doesnât know, does he, Lord Strong?âÂ
You forgot how cruel Aemond could be. Your stolen moments of reading and kisses in the night had closed your eyes to it.
âAemond, donât,â you mumbled, skull pounding as the excruciating sounds of your brothers and uncleâs shouts pierced your ears like needles.Â
You blinked your eyes into focus, seeing Jace wildly swinging a knife at Aemond as you managed to kneel. Your brothers didnât realize how dangerous what they were doing was, that a knife wasnât something to use against someone who was armed with only a stone in hand. While Aemond was bigger and had more combat experience, a dagger would kill him. Being upset because someone claimed a dragon wasnât worth murdering over.Â
Reaching your arm out with a soft grunt, you grabbed Jaceâs ankle as Aemond pushed him over, holding the same rock above his head as he did for Luke. You thought Aemond knew better than this. You gave him the perfect opportunity to run and get help now that Baela and Rhaena huddled into a scared, crying mess, but he was too far gone into his anger to see reason, blinded by it.Â
âAemond! No!â you shouted hoarsely, trying to stand but failing as your head pounded like a drumbeat.
He turned to you then, lowering the rock to his side as he stared at you with the sudden realization of what he had done. Your uncle was filled with a surge of superiority inside him. He couldnât think straight, and when he happened upon the five of you, people he was always told that he was above, something inside him that lay dormant finally broke free. He knew he was always capable of violence, but felt remorse when he saw your bruised nose, tear-streaked cheeks, and blood dripping down your throat.Â
Did he do that to you?Â
Suddenly, Aemond was blinded, sand thrown into his eyes as he stumbled back and heard the yell of Luke, unimaginable pain soon following. You watched in horror as your brother savagely sliced into your uncleâs left eye, blood pouring and splattering across the ground.Â
Aemond couldnât remember if you were amid his attackers. He surveyed the bruised and battered bodies before him and realized what he had done as his stomach fell to his feet.
He hurt people, just like Aegon. You would never entrust your secrets to him. His hands committed violence, but his heart desired to tell a different storyâone of a strong and noble prince who went through many trials and tribulations to prove himself worthy of the princess's heart.
All you could hear were screams. Screams from you, screams from Aemond as you crawled towards him, sobbing.Â
âAemond!â you cried as he doubled over, falling into your body as he screeched in pain.Â
âIt hurts!â he wailed into your chest, his free hand clawing into your back. âIt hurts! Help me!âÂ
You trembled, arms struggling to keep yourself upright against his weight as the flurry of guards rumbled inside your skull like thunder. Unable to make out their words as they moved, it seemed like you were watching the world from outside your body, from the lenses of another, as Ser Harrold pried Aemond from your embrace.
It hurt. Everything hurtâyour heart, stomach, muscles, and head. You werenât sure who led you, Baela, Rhaena, Luke, and Jace to the Hall of the Nine as a flurry of people gathered, pushing and shoving as you clutched your skull. The room was so bright, so loud, as you heard your uncleâs screams. You felt sturdy arms grab you by your shoulders, roughly moving you as if you were nothing more than a doll, as it felt like your eyes were about to burst. Steel blue fabric blocked your eyes as you saw the hazy image of a seahorse stitched into the fabric.
âFather?â You reached out, small digits feeling along the fine silk until the texture of scruff scratched at your skin. Blinking, you saw the aged face of your grandfather, Lord Corlys, as he gathered you and your brothers behind him.Â
Where was he, and where was your mother?Â
You felt sick as people scattered around you like seagulls when they discovered a bloated whale carcass, all trying to see the injured Prince, who cried until the Maester poured Milk of the Poppy down his throat. It felt like when you accidentally drank the water from Blackwater Bay, like a cold, nauseous sensation that sent beads of sweat rolling down your spine.Â
âI donât feel good,â you whispered to Jace as you leaned into his side, clutching your head and gut. He paid you no mind, peering behind your grandfather to see your other one appear, bearing total weight upon his dragon-head cane.Â
âHow could you let such a thing happen?â Viserys questioned Ser Harrold, examining Aemond as you heard the sickening squelch of flesh and rattle of metal tools. âI will have answers!â
Despite it undoubtedly being a harrowing sight, you wanted to be by your uncle, to hold his hand through it, to feel his pain with him, but you couldnât. You needed to be with your brothers. What they saw and experienced would haunt them for the rest of their lives. Luke had taken Aemondâs eye.Â
âThe princess and princes were supposed to be abed, my king,â the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard explained, shame woven in his words.Â
Viserys wouldnât allow his knights to show such carelessness, surveying each of them with critical eyes. âWho had the watch?â
âThe young prince was attacked by his cousins, your grace,â Ser Cristion nonchalantly replied. His words angered you for reasons unknown, and you felt a lump rise in your throat.Â
Viserys turned to the room, looking between the two Kingsguards on opposite sides of the family as he hobbled on his cane. âYou swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!â he boomed in a way you hadnât seen before. You were afraid he would direct his anger at you, Jace, and Luke, wrapping your arms around them like you were in any state to protect your brothers.Â
âIâm very sorry, your grace,â Ser Westerling said, head hung low in unimaginable disgrace. You felt bad for him. There was no way he could have stopped this. He was doing his duty and serving his King. It was Ser Criston who should be blamed.
âThe Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes before, your grace-â
âThat is no answer!â your grandfather yelled at Ser Criston, causing a clap of pain to thunder inside your skull.Â
You wanted to go to bed, sleep for eternity, and be awake to everything as it was yesterday. Your brothers and cousins unbloodied and Aemond dragonless and with an eye.Â
âWhereâs mother?â you noiselessly questioned Jace, leaning into his ear and almost losing your footing. You needed to stay strong for them.Â
âIt will heal, will it not? Maester?â Queen Alicent asked, velveteen voice quivering with pain for her poor son. Maester Kelvyn finished stitching Aemondâs skin, throwing the needle and thread into a bowl with your uncleâs fleshy, viscous eye.Â
âThe flesh will heal. The eye is lost, your grace,â his nasal voice replied matter-of-factly.
You were going to be ill.Â
Quickly, you ran through the multitude of people, pushing past Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, who tried to stop you before you vomited all the contents of your stomach onto a personâs unsuspecting shoes. The crowd gasped in revolt, those not close to you jumping back and clutching their chests in shock. You found yourself before the fireplace, basking in its comforting warmth as you leaned onto the hearth and looked at the unlucky soul you retched on.Â
Perhaps the Gods had a twisted sense of justice as you saw the disgusted face of Aegon before you. You didnât hide your amused smirk.
âTend to the Princess!â the King shouted to the Maester, seeming to forget about his injured son and throwing his cane in your direction.Â
A flurry of green came before pale gray, tenderly cradling your visage in her palms as if you were her child, inspecting it. You grabbed the Queenâs wrists and attempted to push her away as if her touch burned, but she resisted, struggling against your childish strength until she grabbed your shoulders. Her touch reminded you of Aegon as you burst into tears, muscles going limp and at Queen Alicentâs mercy. She turned your head in her grasp, examining you with the utmost care that made another wave of nausea through you.Â
The crowd observed in anxious silence as Aemond turned to watch his mother treat you with the affection he wished to receive. Familiar hatred bloomed inside his heart, swallowing his dry mouth as he thought resentfully. He would still have his eye if he hadnât been so concerned with you.Â
âI want my mother.â you whimpered, lips quivering in fear as the Queen lovingly wiped the blood from your neck.Â
The Queen released you from her grip as if you had struck her, chest heaving and wide brown eyes watering as she turned to her eldest son. Your mother was here; you didnât realize it.
âWhere were you?â she interrogated Aegon, smacking him upside down before he could answer.Â
âOw! What was that for?â he questioned, incredulously rubbing at the afflicted area grimly. You held no sympathy for him as you hugged your sides.Â
âThat was nothing compared to the abuse your siblings suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool!â she whispered heatedly so only he could hear, shaking his gangly body in rage. You looked at the Queen with confusion, thinking she had gone mad with grief when she said âsiblings.â
As the grand Hall doors creaked open, a shaft of golden light spilled into the room, casting long shadows on the marble floor. With an air of elegance, your mother swept into the room, her silk gown trailing behind her. Following closely was Uncle Daemon, his formidable presence filling the space. Amidst the whispers and murmurs, your name and that of your brothers floated through the air, drawing your attention. Without a second thought, you moved toward her, the sensation of fingertips brushing your bicep as if a ghostly hand had tried to hold you back, sending shivers down your spine.
âShow me, show me!â your mother ordered you and Luke, softly running her digits across your body as you sobbed with relief. âWho did this?â
âThey attacked me!â Aemond yelled before you could get a word out, leaning from behind his chair.Â
You saw his wound on full display. An ugly crisscrossed row of stitches lined up his eye socket and onto his forehead, the flesh puckered and pink as it fought the infection. Your mother moved your face before you could stare any longer as a chorus of accusations from your brothers and cousins sang. You couldnât get the image of his gash out of your head.Â
âHe was going to kill Jace! I didnât do anything!â Luke loudly shouted as you scrunched your eyes with a painful wince.
âEnough!â you heard your grandfather yell, and you looked at him with helpless, watery eyes, but no one listened.Â
âIt should be my son telling the tale!â the Queen protested, fist pounding against her chest with conviction over the voices.
You continued to look at your grandfather in anguish, the King of The Seven Kingdoms, whom everyone ignored except you. âSilence!â he yelled, voice rattling inside his hollow chest as flem flew from his decaying mouth.Â
The Hall went silent, quieter than the Stranger himself, as everyone looked at one another, stunned at the turn of events. People came here to mourn the loss of a daughter, an aunt, a niece, a wife, and a sister. Viserys looked at you and then at his son, his ivory staff sounding with every movement as you swallowed, the taste of bile strong.Â
âHe called us bastards.â you silently whispered to your mother, wiping the tears and snot from your face.
âAemond, I will have the truth of what happened.â The King approached your uncle as he slumped into the armchair, stepping swiftly and with a newfound curiosity. âNow.â
âWhat else is there to hear?â Alicent questioned, clutching at her neck as tears threatened to spill. âYour son has been maimed, and her son is responsible.â
âTwas a regrettable accident,â your mother countered, moving her body to shadow the three of you from the onlookers.
âAccident?â the Queen repeated, astonished. âThe Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush! He meant to kill my son!âÂ
You realized the truth didnât matter now. All that did was what people perceived it to be.Â
âTwas my children who were attacked and forced to defend themselves!â your mother argued as she placed a comforting hand onto Lukeâs shoulders. âVile insults were levied against them!âÂ
Your grandfather turned from his son to the four of you as you inhaled a shuddering breath. âWhat insults?â he questioned, a dangerous lilt to his tone that you had never heard before as the Hall went silent. It raised the hairs on your arms.Â
âThe legitimacy of my childrenâs birth was put loudly to question,â your mother replied, her chin high yet holding a nervous waver to her voice.Â
As she turned towards you, your motherâs eyes conveyed a silent but insistent demand to verbalize what you previously whispered. She wished everyone to hear these words from youâthe compassionate and considerate eldest daughter known as The Godsâ Light among the common folk. With tears streaming down your cheeks and your chest heaving with emotion, you gazed at Aemond with a sense of guilt. You knew the words you were about to utter would carry an extraordinary weight. Both sides sought someone to bear responsibility for the turmoil, but you recognized the unspoken truth.Â
At that moment, honesty seemed inconsequential. Aemond had suffered the loss of his eye due to Lukeâs actions, and you keenly felt your failure to shield your brothers from harm. You would never fault at your duty again.Â
âHe called us bastards,â you confessed, lacking the anger and conviction of your siblings as you sniffled, refusing to look at Aemond.Â
You watched as the Queenâs auburn tresses bounced with the slight affirming nod of her head, a look of disbelief and recognition crossing her face. At that moment, it became clear that she had informed Aemond about the deception, hardening your heart with betrayal. You had believed that she was different and loved you like family, and it stung to realize that she didnât hesitate to spread lies that would hurt you.
âMy children are to inherit the Iron Throne, your grace. This is the highest of treasons,â your mother reasoned, stepping forward to her slouched father as you attempted to reach for her hand to keep you hidden. âPrince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such awful slanders.â
As you gazed at your mother, her expression eerily mirroring that of Alicentâs, your lips began to quiver with unease. Was your mother implying that he should be subjected to torture? It seemed unfathomable. She couldnât possibly be serious.
âOver an insult?â the Queen asked, shaking her head in disbelief. You knew she was trying to protect herself as you glared at the woman you once thought held the moon. âMy son has lost an eye!â
âTell me, boy. Where did you hear such lies?â the King seethed, face a hairsbreadth from Aemond as you whimpered.
âThe insult was training yard bluster,â Alicent swiftly reasoned, eyes flicking desperately from her son to her husband. âThe lot of boys. âTwas nothing-â
âAemond,â your grandfather interrupted, ignoring his wifeâs explanation. âI asked you a question.âÂ
Your uncle sat in solemn silence, his lone violet eye unwaveringly fixed on the ground while his father awaited his reply. Before he could utter a word, the Queen unexpectedly interjected.Â
âWhere is Ser Laenor, the childrenâs father? Perhaps he would have something to say on the matter,â she jeered.
Your grandfather turned, sparse brows scrunching together as he turned to Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys. âYes. Where is Ser Laenor?â
âI do not know, your grace. I⌠could not find sleep and decided to take a walk,â your mother answered for them, smooth palms wiping across her crimson skirt.
The Queen let out a derisive laugh, her disbelief evident as she shook her head at her old friend. It was impossible to ignore the precise timing of Daemonâs arrival into the Hall of the Nine, trailing just moments behind Rhaenyra with her tousled strands of golden hair. Alicent bore the knowledge of her friendâs calculated machinations, even as Rhaenyraâs children stealthily slipped out of their beds to perpetrate the heinous act of maiming her son. She couldnât dismiss the nagging suspicion that Ser Laenor was likely engaged in equally treacherous activities.
âEntertaining his young squires, I presume,â Queen Alicent sneered like before, making you feel the same deep-seated ire.Â
As no one dared to voice their opposition to her words, a glint of silver caught your eye from the corner, revealing Ser Criston Coleâs silent laughter. Like Ser Harwin, you felt the urge to wipe that smug grin off his tanned face, even though you knew it was impossible.
âAemond, look at me. Your King demands an answer,â your grandfather began, staggering before your uncle. âWho spoke the lies to you?â
Everything went silent; the roaring of the fire and the crashing of the waves in the darkness were all that could be heard in the Hall. You understood that whoever Aemond implicated might not live til the next morn. You felt your throat grow tight and struggled to breathe, clutching at your throat as you swallowed the acrid taste in your mouth. Queen Alicent told him as you recalled the time in Helaenaâs room. It confused you at first why she would spread such gossip as she seemed to hold a tenderness for you. Claiming your brothers were bastards went without saying you were, but you realized that whatever contempt she had within her heart weighed far more significant than any affection for you.Â
Some of you wished to shout that it was her, but you realized that was something Alicent would do without a second thought if the roles were reversed, and you did not want to be like her. She was wicked and cruel, just like her eldest.
âIt was Aegon. He told Aemond to call us that,â you answered as every pair of eyes flocked to you. You didnât like how close your grandfather was to him, afraid that he might strike him for the consequences of his mother. You felt your heart lurch into your throat as you gained the courage to speak the words aloud of all the bad things he did to you. âAnd he⌠heâ
Before you could finish, your mother tucked you into her waist, kneeling and pushing your face into her shoulder. You tried to pull away from her when his hand rested on your head, the welt sensitive to touch.Â
âDonât,â she whispered into your hair, disguising it as a kiss. They deserved to know. Everyone needed to know what awful Aegon did to you. You wanted to move against her, but your mind was foggy and muscles weak.
âMe?â Aegon exclaimed with shock, wide amethyst orbs looking at you with a broken expression.Â
âAnd you, boy,â your grandfather crept towards him, the rhythmic tapping of his cane piercing your skull like an ice pick. âWhere did you hear such calumnies?â Your uncle refused to answer him as his gaze bore holes into your being. There was no remorse in your heart for him. âAegon, tell me the truth of it!â Viserys shouted, causing you to flinch and cover your ears.Â
âWe know, father,â Aegon replied fearlessly, refusing to remove his stare from your quivering form. âEveryone knows. Just look at them.â
Feeling the stares from the guests, you admired your uncle for not implicating his mother like a coward, removing your body from your mother, wiping the snot from your lip. Let them look, you thought, inhaling a deep breath as you felt your mother bring you closer. They would stare at you for the rest of your days. It was best if you grew accustomed to it now.
âThis interminable infighting must cease!â the King declared, banging his walking stick off the pale stone floor. âAll of you! We are family! Now, make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your King demands it.âÂ
You grimaced at his words, and though you loved your grandfather, having been his favorite granddaughter, you disagreed with him. You refused to apologize for your family trying to defend themselves, and the Queen couldnât help but agree more.Â
âThat is insufficient,â Alicent said, gesturing to her son. âAemond has been damaged permanently, my King. Goodwill cannot make him whole.âÂ
Aemondâs fingers dug into the wooden framing of the armchair, and your chin quivered at the thought of what he might be feeling.Â
âI know, Alicent,â Viserys sighed, âbut I cannot restore his eye.â
âNo, because itâs been taken,â she sobbed, clutching at her chest, flicking her hair back in a manner that reminded you of Aegon. âThere is a debt to be paid. I shall have the hand of her eldest to one of my sons. To mend the rift and unite the House of the Dragon once more.â
âAlicent,â your grandfather breathed in a warning, yet still turned to his daughter, having a hint of hope in his violet eyes.
You looked at your mother, shock overcoming any sadness you felt as she shoved you behind her skirts like a hen would do to her chick, too stunned to speak. âI refuse.âÂ
The Queen shook her head, a sneer curling her plump lips and wet cheeks. Rhaenyra was a selfish, wicked woman with no inclination of decency. Why couldnât she see this would be solved if she returned Alicentâs rightful daughter to her? The Queen steeled herself to the belief that she would have to fight for her right to have you. She knew deep in her bones that you would one day be by her side.
âThen I shall have one of her sonsâ eyes in return. The Princess is innocent,â the Queen declared with a desperate wave of tears.Â
Aemond looked to his mother, face impassive, and senses dulled from Milk of the Poppy. He didnât recall telling her about what you did for him, though it was very little. It felt like he was becoming a second thought to his mother, who seemed only to be scheming on how to insert his niece into their lives. Aemond realized then that he would always be second in his motherâs heart to you, and he felt hollow at the thought, the love that once filled it for his niece ceasing to exist.
âDo not allow your temper to guide your judgment,â your grandfather warned Queen Alicent. She said nothing as her chest heaved, brown orbs flicking between her husband and old friend.
Believing the matter finished, the King backed away, but Alicent wouldnât allow this to be the end. She looked to her sworn protector, an apathetic expression on her visage.Â
âIf the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.â Ser Criston looked to the Queen with a startled expression as Luke cried for your mother. âHe can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.â
âYou will do no such thing,â your mother steadfastly declared, ensuring the three of you were behind her.
âStay your hand,â the King commanded as the Queen shook with rage, desperately looking between her husband and sworn protector. She reminded you of a deer cornered in a vast forest, listening to the distant howls of wolves closing in for the hunt.
âNo, you are sworn to me!â she yelled, finger pointing to her chest indignantly. All waited for the knight to respond, the Lord Commander slowly bringing his hand to the hilt of his sword.
âProtect your brother,â your mother whispered, never straying her eyes from the Queen. Without further instruction, you stood before Luke, gradually backing him away from the group of people unnoticed. You understood Alicent would not hurt you, as did your mother.Â
âAs your protector, my Queen,â Ser Criston replied with a wary head tilt.
âAlicent, this matter is finished. Do you understand?â your grandfather declared, seething, his face centimeters away from his wife before he addressed the room. âAnd let it be known that if anyoneâs tongue dares to question, the birth of Rhaenyraâs children should have it removed.âÂ
Breathing a sigh of relief, you let go of Luke, coming to take your place beside your mother as she thanked the King. The unsheathing of a blade cut through the room as the form of Queen Alicent charged toward your family, startling you, the Kingâs ancestral dagger in her grasp. Luke screamed as she reached the four of you, but your mother stepped in her path before Alicent could enact her rage.Â
Suddenly, a person shoved into you, disregarding your existence as you found yourself on the floor. You noticed how the stone seemed to ebb and wave like the flow of the tide. Lord Corlys appeared beside you, lifting you into his arms, securely bound around your torso as he took you into the circle of your cousins and brothers, your mother struggling against the Queen.Â
âYouâve gone too far!â your mother admonished the Queen as tears burned her eyes. She pushed against Alicent, and she jerked against her, trying to get to your brother.
âI?â Queen Alicent exclaimed, voice thick with anguish as you attempted to push out of your grandfatherâs arms, kicking your legs into his side. âWhat have I done, but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, and the law while you flout to do as you please?â
âAlicent, let her go!â
The Queen still poised the dagger to strike, its new path being that of the heir to the Iron Throne as your mother looked helplessly to the onlookers. No one made to separate the two as they all stared in shock, the fire illuminating their faces like wraiths of death. Landing a hard smack to Lord Corlysâs neck, he dropped you as you shoved through the onlookers toward your mother. She put her life for yours and your brothers, but who would put hers before theirs?Â
âWhere is duty? Where is sacrifice? My happiness and dreams? Itâs templed under your pretty foot again!â the Queen sobbed, her form trembling with hurt and rage, everything that she bottled inside her for years.Â
âRelease the blade, Alicent,â Lord Otto commanded, a man you hadnât met until this morn, but she paid him no mind, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she pushed against her old friend.Â
âWasnât taking her, my only light, enough for you? And now you take my sonâs eye, and to that, you feel entitled,â she confessed, tears making the Queenâs mouth thick with wetness as you shouldered your way to the inner circle of people.Â
âExhausting, wasnât it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness,â your mother interrogated, a bitter grimace on her sharp lips. âBut now they see you as you are.â
Alicent stared at your mother with an enraged offense that wrinkled her brows as she felt fire surge through her, and with a loud cry, she unthinkingly swung your familyâs ancestral dagger. You screamed, running to your mother as you pulled her back, seeing a gash on her inner arm that gushed with blood.Â
âMama,â you wept, tenderly holding her limb as if it would break.Â
Dropping the dagger, Alicent took an instinctual step toward you, a blanched, horror-stricken expression across her round face. She longed to go to you, to dry your tears and stroke your head against her bosom like your true mother would, but she could not. The terror and fear in your wide brown eyes that resembled her own sliced through her chest and laid her heart and soul bare as she felt a small hand slide into hers. The Queen hoped to see you standing beside her and thought herself mad before she securely took her sonâs fist.
Much like you, Aemond knew his parent needed him. âDo not mourn me, mother. âTwas a fair exchange,â he expressed with a maturity beyond his years. He turned to you, a violet gaze once filled with joy now devoid, hollow, and one less eye. âI may have lost an eye but gained a dragon.â
You wished Aemond hadnât claimed one this way and felt a hiccup wrack your lungs as you cried into your mother, Jace, and Luke coming beside you. You sadly realized this was the end of the fleeting companionship you cultivated with your uncle. All the stolen moments of reading, ideas, philosophies, and aspirations you shared under the cover of privacy were nothing more than air the moment he ran across the dunes. You would have still cared for him without a dragon, as before, but his pride wouldnât allow it, and now he stared at you with an eye that you knew far too well.Â
Aemond hated you. He loathed you and your brothers with a fire that would never cease. This was your fault. He lost an eye because of youâbecause he cared about his bastard niece and had the foolish dream of becoming the man you loved. You did not deserve it. You were nothing more than a common girl born from sin, undeserving of your station. He would despise you for the rest of his days no matter how his heart screamed to have you by his side when darkness fell and all that was left was the ghost of your touch.Â
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A/N: i just think heâs so lover.
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Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Popular!Fem!Reader
Summary: Neville Longbottom accidentally starts a raunchy rumor about the popular girl in his potions class. And rumors fly. 1.0k words.
Warnings: âsnoggingâ help im not british and it shows, rumors, allusions to sex/promiscuous acts, teasing, pining, strangers/friends to lovers
Somehow Neville started a rumor about you. And somehow, through the unbelievably slippery walls of Hogwarts, the rumor made its way to you in less than a week.
It was an accident, honestly. And people kept blowing it way out of proportion. You were popular, more popular than he could ever hope to be, and when he said it, he had already accepted that nothing would ever really happen between the two of you. But this awful rumor made him sound boorish and borderline rabid when really it was supposed to be a harmless confession between friends.
"I heard Neville Longbottom wants to shag you out by the Quidditch pitch."
Even from a few tables down, he could see the mortification fall over your face like a black veil. Your friend giggled as she pulled away from whispering in your ear, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. He had to look away when your eyes flicked to meet his. Your friends spend the rest of lunch hour teasing you and snickering about him while you seem to shrink in on yourself.
Neville manages to avoid you where he can in the halls: taking the longer route, hiding in large groups. But none of it is very fruitful when you've got a very similar class schedule. In fact, despite his efforts, he spends nearly every passing period just behind you and sometimes even right beside you. Apparently, he's also got a clear shot of you from where he sits in the classes you share and you're even table mates in potions. Of course, he knew all of this before that nasty rumor was spread, he's just become hyperaware of it since then.
After making it through the week without too much tension, he finds himself scanning the pages of his Water Plants textbook in the Great Hall and not retaining any of the information. And as he props his chin in his hand, he notices you settle into the seat directly across from him, flashing him a quick smile before opening your own book.
He sits up, glancing around the room to find Snape preoccupied with a group of raucous students from Slytherin.
A small, crumpled piece of parchment rolls its way to your side of the table, stopping just before it topples over the edge. You set your book in your lap and look over your shoulder before unraveling the torn paper.
"I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."
A smile creeps onto your face as you flatten out the slip of paper and write your own message on the backside. You slide it across the table and just barely catch his eye.
"Here and there."
But he knows you mean just about every five seconds because this cursed rumor has been inescapable for as long as its existed. You slide the cover of the Hogwarts Gazette over as well. It's entitled, "Things Heat Up Between Popular Witch and Nerdy Wizard" just above a picture of the two of you smiling at each other in class with a few smaller headlines like, "The Rumors are True!" and "What's Next for the Unlikely Couple?"
He blinks. Who's reading this rubbish? Scratch that, who's writing this rubbish and how hard would it be to mame them?
"I'm sorry about that, it was supposed to be an inside joke. Honestly, I would never say something that awful in the first place. And especially not about you."
You give him a sympathetic smile and crumple the page and his note into a ball before sending back a new slip.
"I know."
He half-smiles before attempting to read again. But you toss him another scrap of paper.
"So what did you say then?"
You giggle when he flushes a bright pink before squinting at you and scribbling across the page.
"Something or other about wanting to snog a certain pretty girl. It was never meant to go past first base, honestly. Pure intentions!"
You shove the used paper in your pocket and glance over your shoulder with a mischievous look before delicately folding another piece and setting it in the center of his textbook. He opens it. But he doesn't get the chance to read it before it's snatched out of his grasp by a pale hand.
"Mr Longbottom," Snape drawls, "would you care to read this aloud since you two have insisted on interrupting your fellow students' focus?"
You hide your giggles behind your hand and Neville glares at you while Snape ushers him into the aisle.
He looks down the note and groans.
"How about those Quidditch Pitch seats?"
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"Very funny," Neville grumbles while you hold his shoulder to steady yourself from convulsing with laughter.
"Your face! You should have seen your face!" You tease, tears nearly streaming down your face when you clutch the sleeve of his sweater.
"You set me up," he says, trying not to smile when you purse your lips.
"You started a rumor about me!"
"On accident."
You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side. "Then yes. I set you up. On accident. Walk me to Trelawney's?"
He rolls his eyes and offers his arm for you to loop yours through. You walk beside each other in silence nearly half the way, dodging confused looks and bothersome jeers from your friends.
"So," you mumble, looking at him with a cocked brow, "you really think I'm pretty?"
Neville shrugs. "And snoggable, I suppose."
He looks down at you and thinks he's never acted so cool around someone he likes so much. He thinks you're more than pretty and he wants to be able to tell you, but as you round the corner, the open classroom leers at you like a slippery snake. He spares you one last look and you peer up at him like a little dove. He goes pink.
You stop in the doorway and beckon him closer. And you think the nearly contemptuous smile on his face is new and ill-fitting but he's handsome nonetheless. You hold his chin and press a sweet kiss to his cheek before ducking into the classroom.
"See you in potions, Neville."
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Hello! I love your writing and art it's so cute! I was wondering if I could ask a request or something whit Raihan whit a reader that somehow dragon types that love them, they would just say a word and the dragon type is just "đĽ°âşď¸đ" and when they start to talk softly or baby talk to the dragon type they amidiately flop to the ground and expose they're belly demanding tummy pets, I think mostly because the stomach of a dragon is always they're weaker point compered to the rest and the fact that they immediately just roll over exposing it to the reader even if they just met is kinda đ¤Ż. Bonus if they have a legendary dragon type and they are just a cuddle bug whit Reader. If you don't want you can skip it! Alsow Ingles is my third language so I'm sorry if the grammar is badđ
Ps. Remember to take breaks and to not overwork yourself dear! And your doing amazing remember that!đ
Your grammar is good, don't worry!
Also I've been leveling up Zekrom a lot so I'm going to choose them as the legendary dragon <3
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Raihan has a team of dragons, you have a team of dragons..
One would think it'll make for an interesting rivalry, especially as you've entered the Galar Championship and crushed his team with them instantly.
But it's after the fact that he finds out there's a certain "charm" to you--which makes any and all dragon types quite cuddly and submissive. No matter if they're wild or if you just caught them.
Turns out they're not just weak to ice and fairy types.
For example, you showed off the Zekrom you found in the dynamax lair, and at first Raihan is shook because you managed to tame the literal dragon of ideals who annihilated entire kingdoms...
.....and made it roll over onto its back the moment you started talking.
"Hi, Zekrom! You did great with that Fusion Bolt attack. Who's a good dragon, hm? Who's a good dragon?" You're pretty much babytalking this great beast, rubbing its belly...and it's just taking it, thumping its tail while it's also glowing electric blue from pure happiness.
Duraludon, who's standing beside Raihan, decides it wants to be coddled too and just...hobbles over to you, whining and looking for attention.
Of course you happily oblige.
"Awh don't think I forgot about you, superstar! Look at you, making Raihan proud. Well I'm proud of you, too." You coo, laughing a little as it stiffly lays on its back, demanding belly rubs.
Meanwhile the dragon tamer doesn't know what to think. He's definitely given his ace more than enough affection and feels a little insulted that it's acting otherwise.
But he can't deny that seeing you both interacting like this is cute..
He has to snap a picture to savor this moment, of course.
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