#if anyone ever wants to know the brushes i use i would happily give them

[toaster-fire-art]

i got a lil bored so i decided to record some of my drawing process. By some I mean this whole rework. But even the sped up version is way too long and too big to upload here so you only get the final lineart.

Let me know if you maybe want to see that full thing or interested in future speedpaints I've always been interested in actually editing them but I am not remotely good at it. Let me know! :>

[nightwngz]

𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !

superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut drabble, gang bang, some sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, p in v. Diana!bisexual.

COPYRIGHT: No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

LANGUAGE: English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.

There was always something strange and unlikely about these three from the moment you met them.

They were all hiding secrets. According to you, hiding secrets was one of the most common parts of human nature. You were not interested in knowing what they were all hiding, but your curious mind was obsessed with knowing what the holy trinity of the Justice League was hiding beneath their sleek and sophisticated veneer of heroes; what no one would dare doubt or question.

The price of your curiosity was more costly than you could have ever imagined, a debt that would have to be repaid. Now you were part of this madness, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't escape.

The good news was that you didn't want to.

You knew that the moment you felt the three of them completely, you were content to belong.

It was just hard to think of anything else when you found yourself tied to a chair, completely naked and unable to move while three pairs of blue eyes analyzed you.

The beautiful princess of Themyscira had no shame in digging into your sweet crotch. Her fingers slid across your sodden vaginal lips with a sound so vulgarly obscene that it caused you to inadvertently stir in your chair.

You looked intently at the two male figures as you tried to get as close to Diana as your body would allow so you could kiss her and feel her fingers go deeper inside you.

But before you could reach her lips, you were brutally pushed away by the man of steel, who had the clear intention of tasting your mouth first. Not that you were complaining; Clark's tongue was heavenly. It had a strange but hot connection to your lips, so it made you a mess right away. Who would have thought that Superman's ultimate power would be to soak his victims so easily?

Still, you didn't deserve them to be nice to you. On the contrary, you should be punished for insubordination. What you did was unforgivable.

In your defense, you didn't know that you were exclusive to the trio and couldn't sleep with other people. The rules weren't very clear when you met them, or when they started their no-strings-attached sex adventures.

Of course, you were not exclusive to anyone, and you planned to make that clear in the future. Right now, you were too busy cumming on Diana's fingers drilling your pussy that you didn't have enough time to think about anything else.

The adoration the Bat had for the way your pussy enveloped him so warmly brought out the most dominant and morbid part of his inner self. The sight of his cock moving in and out of your little hole at the same time your mouth was happily eating Clark's erection and your fingers were eating Diana's clit was enough to bring you to the verge of orgasm.

You gagged as the tip brushed against your uvula. You couldn't even concentrate enough because of how hard he was penetrating you. The pleasure was embracing.

— Look at our little slut. She can't even concentrate on sucking a good cock while she's being fucked. - Wayne commented. He kept going right into her sweet spot; faster and faster, more and more precise.

— She was too bad. Should we give her a prize though? She always takes us so well. - Kent continues, asking. You're beginning to control the rhythm of your mouth, although it's still a little difficult in some ways.

— Oh, Hera! - moans the princess of Themyscira. - That feels so good. - Her fingers can't resist trying to help themselves so she can come on your hand.

This is definitely the best part of the day, the one you enjoyed the most. And of course that was the guilty pleasure that came with keeping a secret. The secret the four of you shared.

[yuri-is-online]

Azul totally has an octopus and shrimp plush that he makes kiss.

Who? How? Usually when I get an ask I know where it comes from (or why anyway) but this time I just looked at my phone and got hit by a bus. But you know what annon? You are so right, he totally does.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Azul engages in some SSS tier simping (shrimping?), once again this is a joke but I am not taking cold meds this time! Please look at my masterlist for more serious works.

Plush toys do not exist in the ocean, the concept of them was something Azul had been made aware of in his research and made note of in land training camp. But of course, as was the case with more things than he would ever admit to outside of a court order, Azul failed to grasp just how ubiquitous and popular plushies were. He had even been gifted an octopus plush as a prize during one of the first Board Game Club events he attended, something he had intended to brush off as childish until he saw the way his club mates reacted, even if he didn't understand why himself the little guy was clearly an enviable prize. A claim made less believable with how he hadn't let Floyd squeeze it, or Jade poke at it, and he certainly had not agreed to give it to Idia no matter how much he had begged.

The shrimp plush had been a... strategic purchase. No really, if anyone asked he had a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he had bought this specific plush that he had to go out of his way to find, order, and watch out for to make sure that Jade didn't bring it to him with the rest of his mail. The Mostro Lounge was always going to expand to have a merch store, and since plush toys were so popular with humans it made sense to have some! He just needed to ensure this particular brand was of a high enough quality to commission-

No one was going to buy that excuse. All the more reason to keep this little indulgence a secret, even if the seller had been confused by his request for discreet packaging.

"It's just a plush sir?" To them maybe, to him this is a painful sign that he should just say something already but he needs to plan for that and this should help. The two plushes certainly look natural enough together, Azul has seen pictures of some beds that have a bunch of little guys set up on them and he's beginning to see the appeal. Maybe he should get two eels? Smaller than the shrimp, obviously, it's the only way the real ones will ever let him live it down. But by thinking that he is sort of acknowledging who the little shrimp is supposed to represent. And they're sitting next to him in his bed.

He takes back his previous thought, Azul has no idea how humans sleep with things that remind them of the objects of their affections, it's filling his mind with situations.  He props himself up against the headboard, holding both plushies close to his face so he can see them without his glasses.

“I was so lonely.” Azul is incapable of picturing him otherwise.  “I really missed you.”  He sniffles, and the little shrimp jumps to comfort him.

“I missed you too!”  The little shrimp is friends with the octopus?  Azul has no idea when that happened he just got them today-  “Let’s never be apart again ok?”

“Do you really mean that?”  The little octopus tentatively reaches out one of his stubby tentacles towards the shrimp, who takes it happily.  “I don’t want to let you go…”

“You don’t have to.” comforts the little shrimp. “We can get married and do our laundry and taxes together forever and you won’t ever have to be lonely ever again.” 

And that is apparently when Azul decides to come back to his senses, just as he is halfway through humming a wedding march and making the plushies kiss.  He remembers himself enough to keep them from dropping to the floor, but they still fall to his side as he collapses back onto his pillows redder than a boiled lobster.

Maybe he should just… give the little shrimp over to Yuu.  And make some actual progress on that laundry and taxes bit.

[loganwritesprobably]

First Meeting.. P4 (One Piece Edition)

Part one with Ace, Law and Sanji Part two with Zoro, Robin and Luffy Part three with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy

Here is the final three characters I planned on writing for this: Benn, Shanks and Smoker! If anyone is interested in seeing this with other characters, my requests are open. All readers are gender neutral, so everyone is welcome to enjoy. No Y/N is used!

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

AO3 | Fanfic Masterlist | Request Rules | Fic Trades Guide | WIPs

Notes: For Smoker it's kind of a first re-meeting but.. that totally still counts

Generally, men that much older than you weren't your thing - but men that much older than you weren't usually that attractive. Like, this guy was hotter than 90% of the people you saw come into port. You had a rule though, you didn't flirt with people just passing through. It wasn't worth the trouble of maybe getting attached, just for them to leave again. You knew for sure that this guy would be leaving again fairly soon when you saw him interacting so casually with Emperor Red Hair Shanks. Not worth the trouble on any level.

A young woman approached your stall and struck up conversation with you, and you fell into what you knew how to do - shifting stock. An older man in town had hired you to run the market stall he owned selling animal produce, because he was getting too old to be spending so much time on his feet and in the sun. You took the job happily. A man then approached, asking about the various things you had, and you continued with what you knew best. You told him about the milks and cheeses, the furs and the meats, and he just nodded along with a list of things in hand. You told him about each product, but he just stood there looking at his list, a little clueless. "Do you want to give that list to me, and I'll get what you need?" You offered, and the man just handed the list to you with a sheepish expression. You laughed good-naturedly and took it, grabbing things quickly to set on the counter for the man to take.

You turned your back to the main window, getting a few other things listed, and when you turned back to the man once again, the hot older guy was stood there too. "Come on Yassop, you know better by now." The guy said with a sigh, but he looked fond. Both pirates then. You set the final things down and counted up the total, writing it down on the list that had been handed to you so they could keep that as a record of their expenses. "That is everything from your list." You said, pointedly speaking to the man that had been identified as Yassop rather than the handsome man. "Ouch, don't think I've ever seen you be ignored quite like that Benn." Yassop said, and sudden understanding dawned on you. Benn. Benn Beckman. You felt a little stupid for not realising sooner, not that you'd exactly spent much time thinking about pirates. You had bigger problems. "Hey, I have to leave some for the rest of you." Benn seamlessly joked back, and Yassop took the list back from you, which he passed to Benn for him to look at while you packaged everything they'd bought in paper and into bags.

Benn was the one to pay, and his fingers brushed yours as he handed over the berri for everything they'd bought. A little spark lit as you touched, which you tried very hard to ignore. You didn't care. Nobody that's visiting, you'd promised yourself. "You're damn gorgeous, by the way." Benn said, and you knew you were already fucked.

You were a pirate. You didn't like to call yourself or your crew nobodies.. but hey, sometimes things that hurt a little were true. Tiny bounties, very few fights on your records, and little to no concerns of being tracked down by marines or by bounty hunters. So you were living the pirate life on easy mode for the most part, which you weren't really complaining about, you couldn't imagine having to learn how to really be a pirate whilst being hunted. You and your crew were in a random bar on a random island, drinking them out of house and home - but you were paying them, at least.

Your crew were yelling and laughing together, and it made you smile. You'd been looking over some paperwork (and why did being a pirate involve paperwork?), with a drink in hand, letting them have their fun. Most of them were a little younger than you, and if not physically then certainly mentally. Your head shot up as the door swung open to reveal some older men whose faces you recognised. Lucky Roux, Yassop, Limejuice, Hongo, Benn Beckman. The Red Hair Pirate crew. You didn't think this was one of their islands, you'd have noticed you were sure of it, so there was nothing wrong with you being there.

You sat very still for a few minutes, just watching what they would do, and how your crew was reacting. They were mostly oblivious, which was fine, as long as they weren't running your mouth they'd probably be okay. The Red Hair pirates also didn't seem to pay your crew any mind, which you weren't exactly surprised by.

When the door opened again, letting more sunlight into the relatively dark venue, the more experienced pirates looked up and laughed and cheered. Enter Emperor Red Hair Shanks. He was a sight to behold. You could feel his strength radiating from him, and damn he was handsome. You wondered if the rumours of his flirtatious personality held any stock, because you certainly wouldn't mind being flirted with. The man looked around the room, and as if he could hear your thoughts, his eyes locked on you. You looked quickly back down at your paperwork, but couldn't see any of the words. He didn't approach immediately, but a few minutes later someone did sit at your table with you. You looked up to find Shanks, with a drink in hand. "Your drink looks pretty empty, can I get you a refill?"

Once upon a time, you'd been training to be a marine, alongside Smoker. Not anymore. You'd seen some of the things that the marines were willing to do to civilians first hand and you hadn't been able to reconcile that with what you wanted to do with your life. Rather, you became a pirate. Yes, both pirates and marines had the power to do both bad and good things, but pirates didn't answer to a higher power in the way that marines did. You could choose to do good every day, and you didn't have to ask permission - so that was what you did.

More than anything, you were a travelling doctor. Your crew didn't fight, and neither did you really. You were all more than capable, but it was a last resort, because you all intended to do good as much and as often as you could.

Smoker had continued onward into the marines, and you'd lost a valuable friend.

You were in Alabasta, aware that the warlord Sir Crocodile kept the citizens safe, but one of your crew members wanted to visit home, and it never hurt to check in. You found devastation. Most of your crew members at least knew basic first aid, and so you deployed in pairs or trios to different towns to try to treat those that you found still alive. They were dying en masse of dehydration, and those who weren't dying from dehydration were suffering sunstroke, or illnesses they already had were worsened. You came across many a drunk child, because a mother decided alcohol was better than total dehydration, and you appreciated that they were trying. You gave away the ship's entire stock of fresh water, and your shipwright showed everyone how to build water filtration systems, so that you could show that to the citizens too. Then, you were able to distribute salt water that could be filtered into drinking water.

You were there for weeks. Then the marines flew through.

"What are you-" A familiar voice called out, and you froze where you were patching up a child's leg wound from collapsing. You took a deep breath, and checked the wrap, then stood to face Smoker. "Hello, Smoker." You said, voice soft, and he couldn't seem to find a response.

[rxmqnova]

First school day

Y/N: 5 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's Y/N's first ever school day today and Natasha has been super excited for her little one to start school, especially when Y/N's in her classroom. It's not a coincidence though. Natasha made sure Y/N would be in her class as the little one has quite a problem staying with anyone other than her mommy.

The tiny girl has never spent a day without the redhead. Her father left before she was even born, so Natasha's the only parent Y/N has. And Natasha's parents live in Ohio which is quite a way from New York, so they can't babysit Y/N either.

Well, and Natasha's younger sister is the only one Y/N stays without Natasha if it's necessary. But knowing how irresponsible her sister can be, Natasha doesn't use Yelena's babysitting services very often.

"Wakey, wakey, sweetheart" Natasha smiles, sitting down on Y/N's bed and running her fingers through her daughter's hair.

"Mama" Y/N whines, turning her back at her mother. "Sleepy" She mumbles, tightening her grip over her teddy bear.

"I guess I gotta go to school alone then" Natasha teases, poking Y/N's side which makes the little one squeal.

Y/N sits up, rubbing her tired eyes and doing grabby hands towards Natasha on which the redhead smiles and sits Y/N on her lap, giving her daughter a cuddle.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Natasha asks, kissing the top of Y/N's head.

"Mhm" The little girl just nods and snuggles up to her mommy who stands up and carries her to the kitchen for breakfast. "Can we have peanut butter sandwiches?" Y/N mumbles.

"Is that even a question?" Natasha asks playfully, lifting a plate full of peanut butter sandwiches she prepared before she went to wake Y/N up.

"Mommy, you are the best!" Y/N gasps, bouncing on Natasha's hip happily while kicking her tiny legs on which Natasha smiles and kisses her baby's head.

The pair eats their breakfast, though Y/N's been blabbering about how she's excited to make new friends the entire time and Natasha's just been happily listening.

"Okay, my little pumpkin. Let's brush your teeth, dress you up, do your hair and we're ready to go" Natasha smiles, booping Y/N's nose which makes the tiny one giggle.

———

The pair arrives to school early. Y/N's holding Natasha's hand while happily looking around as the redhead's leading her little one to the classroom.

"Where would you like to sit, baby?" Natasha asks, looking at the still empty classroom.

"Can I sit there?" As expected, Y/N points at the desk in the first row, the nearest one to Natasha's desk.

"Of course" Natasha smiles softly and leads her daughter there. Y/N climbs the chair, looking around at all those pictures and other stuff that are hanging on the walls while Natasha takes Y/N's school supplies out of her bag.

The classroom is soon starting to get filled with children which is making Y/N a bit uncomfortable.

"Hi" A girl approaches the little Romanoff, a warm smile playing on her lips.

"Hi" Y/N mumbles out shyly, looking at the little brunette.

"Do you want to be friends?" The girl asks on which Y/N nods her head happily. "I'm Haley"

"I'm Y/N" Y/N says with a little smile, not noticing her mother who's watching them with a huge smile on her face.

The lesson starts soon though, so all of the children are sitting behind their desks and listening to everything Natasha's telling them.

But a knock on the door interrupts soon, revealing the principal of the school when it opens.

"Miss Romanoff, can we have a word?" The principal Fury asks, Natasha nodding her head and telling the children she'll be back soon before walking out of the classroom.

Y/N watches her mother walk out, her eyes filling with tears. "Mama" She whispers to herself, not liking at all Natasha's not here with her. "Mama" She cries out, burying her face into her hands.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Haley questions, now standing next to Y/N's desk.

"Want mommy" Y/N cries out loudly.

The little brunette takes matter into her own hands and walks out of the classroom, bumping into Natasha who only just said bye to Fury.

"Where you're going, sweetheart?" Natasha asks, bending down to Haley's level.

"Miss Romanoff, Y/N's crying. She wants her mommy" The little brunette explains, Natasha's eyes widening.

The two walk back into the classroom, Natasha rushing to her crying daughter and kneeling down beside her.

"Y/N/N, it's okay. I'm here" Natasha sighs, wiping Y/N's tears away with her thumb.

"Mommy" Y/N hiccups, wrapping her arms around her mother and crying into her neck.

"Honey, I was just outside the door" Natasha sighs, pressing kisses to Y/N's cheek and rubbing her back. "Let's go out for a little bit, yeah?" She asks softly, not wanting to upset her daughter even more.

Natasha lifts Y/N up, telling the class they'll be back soon while carrying her daughter out of the room.

Y/N eventually calms down after a little while, now just resting her head on Natasha's shoulder and twirling her finger around a strand of Natasha's hair.

"It's okay now, sweetheart. You're okay. Can we go back in? I promise I won't go anywhere anymore" Natasha says softly, trying to avoid another potential tears.

Hearing a nod Natasha walks back into the classroom with hope to finally start the lesson. Surely she'll have to work on Y/N's separation anxiety which seems to be bigger than she thought. And she'll definitely need to have a talk with Y/N about this little incident, but that will have to wait until the two arrive back home.

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[natsunenuko]

TW // mental issues, mental absue, harassment, surgery/blood

I'm sorry this one is so long, but please carry on reading. It's a chance for me to not only speak about the situation but let out some steam too. It is unfortunate this announcement comes at the same time the flood occurs on the south of my home country (Poland) and I'm in the endangered zone, luckily so far safe, as I feel my head can't handle more stress.

It's been so long since I've been this personal online. I realized how I didn't feel the urge to vent for 3-4 years by now which is a sign of improving mental health. But my healing is still a process, and I'm afraid it's too hard to carry this rock alone at this point. I fought my thoughts if I should do this and I think just as deeply as I write right now. Yet, I know it's better late than never and I thank deeply my friends for helping me out recently as well as in the past in my lowest. I wholeheartedly owe my life to you.

I couldn't ask for better friends. As years verified, even long lasting relationships might be nothing but a mask and I had to learn the hard way. I ended a friendship of 13 years at the time over a misunderstanding. Other person I put my trust on was nothing but a groomer with morally corrupted sexual tendencies who would take advange of a group of minors while being the only adult among them, yet acting like a person much younger than all of them and pressuring all their mental issues on children instead of seeking help. The latter, I might speak of more in detail when I'm ready.

Long time ago I tried calling out for help but back then, the intrusive thoughts won; "Others have it worse, just work harder.", "No one will give you anything for free, no one will care.", "What people will think of you?". and I would only speak about these things in a closed circle of my friends.

I tried my best in silence by not giving up on my creative passion, working restlessly for years, improving. Hoping I could reach the point I can sustain myself purely on what I make.

But the problem is not being self-sufficient. And it's not about my art...

All of my life it has been me, my momma and my granny. The other two important figures weren't there for us, by choice. (which is hard to say if losing someone you loved is worse than not being cared for in the first place) My rather young self at the time didn't put much thought about it as I didn't understand it but something always felt wrong; my only issues at the time was being "that weird, quiet kid with little to no friends". But despite the hardships, my momma has always been my hero, working without a time for a break or rest so we could live happily, to afford something special from time to time.

However in 2014 my momma has been hospitalised and almost lost her life to wrongly treated ovarian cyst (cyst rapture), with enough blood loss to require emergency surgery...

From that point on things went downhill and the result of that we feel to this very day. To stay afloat we fell into a severe dept. (We didn't have any savings, could only rely on borrowing money or loans) And since I was a child as all of this happened, I've only learned about it all throughfully as I entered adulthood, so I wouldn't need to worry about anything and "just be a kid". Which I really understand, but it doesn't make it easier to handle.

And by now, for several years I keep on trying to earn money, so I could free my momma from this chain and let her live, not survive. I always wanted to get through this quietly, because I never, ever wanted to burden anyone with my home problems. But it grew to a point I might need to grab anything to climb towards the light

The goal is $10 000... which is scarily large number.

I list all the options but Kofi is preferred to keep track of the funds!

My commissions are HERE! (the sheet will receive a slight update in upcoming days) My Kofi is HERE! (Level 4 Tea is free headshot drawing every month!) HERE's other services I do (adopts, brushes, etc) I plan to do paid requests for my friday streams on occasion! Anything else I come up with I hope to include in here! Every person who donates will be part of "Thank you" list where I hope to shoutout everybody, cause every penny matters. I want this situation to end...

[autisticlancemcclain]

“You want us to what.”

Lance doesn’t give a flying fuck how angry he sounds. Potential diplomatic crises be damned. Hell, he wants to cause a crisis. Wants to raise some hell.

The dignitary sniffs derisively. “The beast is a dangerous pest, Blue Paladin.”

“Not the blue paladin,” Lance growls, because he isn’t, “and I am not murdering an animal in cold blood just because you can’t deal with it properly.”

“Lance,” Allura hisses, but he has no problem ignoring her.

“Can’t deal with it properly — do you hear your paladin!” the dignitary sputters, waving an angry hand in Lance’s direction.

Shiro closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, before plastering on a tight smile and visibly trying to salvage the situation. Now, usually, Lance would hate to cause Shiro any stress at all, and would do whatever he could to reduce that stress.

This time, Lance is going to dig his heels in. He is not going to let a living being be needlessly exterminated. Lance isn’t anti-animal death, or anything — he has no problem with others eating meat, or using animal products. He thinks using animals as gifts and not letting any part of them go to waste is very wise, and he has a lot of respect for people who manage to do so successfully. Sport hunters, on the other hand, or people who kill without good reason? Therein lies his problem, and he’s beyond happy to make a big stink of it.

“Could you describe the beast?” Shiro asks.

“Happily,” the dignitary grumps. “I’m eager to describe its horror to you, Oh Great Leader of Voltron.”

Shiro visibly tries very hard not to roll his eyes. Lance refuses to take any joy in the reaction, even though he would usually laugh.

“The beast is as large as half our royal castle. Its teeth are larger than our tallest soldier, and sharper than a luxite blade. Its fur is rough and coarse, enough to sand the paint clean off the walls it brushes by. Its roar shakes the very foundations of our city. It walks on four legs but stands on two, right before it rears up to smash our buildings to dust. It is a menace, a pest, and a danger besides!”

“So you have a grizzly bear problem,” Lance snaps. “Close your garbage cans at night and quit complaining.”

“Lance, please,” Hunk mutters, but Lance will not back down. Not when a life is at stake.

“Has it actually…hurt anyone?” Keith asks.

Lance shoots a grateful look at Keith.

At least someone is on his side.

“Yes!” the dignitary cries.

Keith shoots a look back at Lance — a well, I tried if Lance has ever seen one — but that is not good enough. Lance glares at him.

Traitor.

“Explain,” Lance demands.

The dignitary frowns, looking down his nose at Lance and shaking their head. “I’m not talking to you.”

“Would you mind explaining,” Pidge deadpans, barely refraining from rolling her eyes.

Lance knows Pidge well enough to know that she’s not on his side, exactly — she threw a bolt at him when he started insulting the dignitary initially — but there’s nothing that pisses her off more than someone talking down to her family. Even if she doesn’t agree with said family. She’s loyal, like that.

“Fine, since you asked so nicely,” the dignitary says, cutting a look to Lance, who makes a very crude gesture with his hands in response and ignores the four (4) tired sighs from assorted teammates and co around him.

“The beast easily and ruthlessly took down several of our soldiers as soon as they opened fire on it. And it further still injured many of our knights when we sent them to its cave! It is a mindless, killing machine, and must be exterminated immediately.”

Lance throws his hands up in exasperation. “No shit it’s defending itself! What do you expect it to do, stand there while you shoot at it?”

“If it didn’t want to be shot it shouldn’t have ventured into the city in the first place!”

“It’s an animal! How the hell is it supposed to understand city limits and boundaries?”

“That’s not my problem,” the dignitary says coldly. “It has posed a threat to our people, and so it must die. And if Voltron wishes for our signature in the Coalition, you will come to our aid, or else you can count yourself down one planet’s alliance.”

Allura stiffens. “You would really risk your people’s protection over a difference in opinion?”

“Your blue paladin —”

“I am not the blue paladin, you brainless amoeba —”

“Your blue paladin,” the dignitary repeats, pointedly and icily, “has insulted us greatly. The situation is no longer up for debate. If you wish to sign an alliance, the paladin must handle the problem himself. That is our final stipulation.”

With that, the dignitary ends the call, cutting off Shiro’s pleas for him to wait.

All eyes turn to Lance.

“I am not killing an innocent animal,” Lance snaps. “Forget it.”

Keith sighs. “Lance —”

“No.” Lance clenches his fists, glaring at his team, chin raised and shoulders set. Beside him, Mr. Snuggles spreads his fangs and hisses. The mice — currently resting on his head — scramble to their feet, presumably also tensing up. Ivy — a venomous vine he picked up on a planet a few missions back — winds up his arms. “I am not just being ridiculous. You heard that idiot. They’re provoking it. It’s not doing anything wrong.”

“Lance —” Keith tries again, but Lance is not willing to hear it.

“I will not take an innocent life to buy an alliance. And if you do, I swear to God, I will never forgive you.”

With that he stomps out of the bridge, ignoring the dozens of calls of his name and pleas to “wait a goddamn second, Lance, c’mon.”

Lance stomps all the way to his room, muttering about stupid careless dignitaries and team members who won’t listen to him and how everyone is going to make him grey early and he is not Shiro, lord above, so he can’t pull that garbage off. Ugh.

He slams his door behind him and flops on the bed, and is marginally surprised to find his tears stinging his eyes.

“This is a stupid reason to cry,” he announces to no one, voice muffled in his pillow. “Why must I cry about stupid things. Why can’t I cry about regular things. This is dumb.”

There’s a clicking sound accompanying a gentle bump to the leg hanging off his bed. He drags his head off the pillow, sniffling, to see Mr. Snuggles sitting to the side of his bed, fangs clicking. The mice sit on his head, as they are wont to do (which, understandably considering the natural predator of mice, used to scare the shit out of Allura. But Mr. Snuggles has never been anything but gentle with them, even when they roughhouse on his back or play tag under his leg and accidentally trip him. He seems to be quite protective of them, actually. It’s very sweet. Lance thinks it might be a microhylid frog-giant tarantula situation, even though Mr. Snuggles can’t lay eggs, and it amuses him greatly). Ivy uncoils from his bed frame, wrapping a vine around his ankle and tugging carefully. Blue and Red both loudly mother him in the back of his mind.

It’s nice.

Lance sighs, wiping his tears and sitting up against his headboard.

“This sucks,” he says to his assortment of companions, all who seem to agree with him. Mr. Snuggles and the mice crawl up the leg of the bed to sit in front of him, and Ivy makes her way around his shoulders.

None of them can talk to him, obviously — how fucking cool would that be, though — but each one of them is an excellent listener (even the mice, who like to gossip, but Lance preemptively forgives them).

“It’s just —” Lance huffs, frustrated. “I get that the planet is probably tired of being lightly terrorized by a giant beast, sure, but is murder really the answer? Plus, have they even tried talking to it? Maybe it’s very reasonable! I’m sure I —”

Lance shoots up, startling poor Ivy, but holy shit.

Holy shit!

“That’s it!” he shouts, grin nearly splitting his face in two. He leans over, just barely managing to grab his holopad, and starts sketching out the plans.

“Now if I just — and it shouldn’t be too hard — I’ve done more in less time — hell yeah!”

He’s startled out of his fervour by urgent squeaks, and when he looks up, he sees the mice waving to get his attention.

“Yes?”

At his acknowledgement, they scurry into formation, laying together to make a question mark with their little bodies.

Lance snorts. He may not be able to speak their language, but they have no problems making themselves clear.

“I can’t tell you,” he scolds, “you’re going to snitch to Allura.”

They mice squeak sadly, but Lance knows better. Last time he gave in to them, Allura knew within the minute.

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Don’t wait up for me. Platt, Chulatt, Plachu, Chuchule — there’s some of that fancy grain you like in the cupboard. Mr. Snuggles — here.” He opens up space youtube, quickly opening up a horror movie reaction compilation for the fear demon. “That’ll keep you fed for a bit.” He props the holopad up on his pillow, scrambling to his feet and heading to the door. On the way out, he pulls the string on his special blue sun lamp — “That’s for you, Ivy!” — and then he’s out the door, plans in hand, to find Coran.

Luckily for Lance, he runs straight into him.

“Lance, dear, I was just coming to look for you,” Coran says, right outside his door.

Lance grins. “I can see that.”

Coran narrows his eyes. “You’re… remarkably chipper, Number Four.”

“Mhm.”

He holds up a hand for Coran to pause. He strains his ears, and smirks as he just barely picks up on the sound of near-silent footsteps behind a closed door. He makes pointed eye contact with the advisor, then inclines his head at Keith’s door.

Coran gets the point.

“Well, if you’re really feeling so much better,” Coran says loudly — too loudly, but Lance doesn’t have much in the subtlety department either, so he can’t complain — “would you mind helping me recalibrate the fabricator?”

“Absolutely,” Lance says, dragging the advisor by the hand in the opposite direction of the fabricator.

“Will you speak plainly, now?” Coran asks, once they’ve put some distance between them and Keith’s eavesdropping ass. (That is, however, probably an unfair reaction. Keith was likely listening in to try and find a way to help, in his own awkward way. If Lance wasn’t currently feeling just a smidge betrayed, he would feel touched.)

“Okay, so. I have a Plan.” Lance puts emphasis on the word so Coran knows it’s Capitalized, because this isn’t just a regular plan. This is a rescue mission. It’s espionage. A heist, even.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!”

Coran sighs, dragging a hand down his face.

“Lance,” he says warningly, but Lance won’t hear it.

“C’mon, Coran! You trust me, right?”

“That is a manipulative question —”

“You trust me! You said so yourself!”

“Fine, child. Yes, I trust you.”

Lance claps his hands together. “Excellent! So. I refuse to be a murderer, as you may have heard.”

“That would have been very hard for me to miss,” Coran says drily.

Lance gracefully ignores the comment. “And since I will also go apeshit if anyone else becomes a murderer, I have come up with a plan!”

“Lance. Number Four. My dear. Time is not our current luxury. Please share your plan.”

“Right. Okay.” Lance rocks back on his heels, shooting Coran a guileless smile. “How well do you think you can imitate my mannerisms?”

———

part two

[taylormarieee]

~It starts with you~

Summary: You are living with Hershel on the farm. He adopted you when you were stranded during this apocalypse. When Newcomers come to the farm seeking help and refuge. You fall in love with a handsome, married Officer.

Genre: Fluff-Suggestive

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Fem!Greene!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Kissing, none really just fluff. (Just a reminder this is like season 2 Rick when he kinda starts growing his beard a little), Suggestive Thoughts, Touching in inappropriate ways, the group being weird/watching you guys.

Previously:

"Uhm Rick t-thank you for catching me. I owe you one!" You say putting on an awkward smile. "Uh yea, no problem." Rick says weakly holding onto a wall. "Uh Rick you don't look too good? You need to rest." Maggie says. "Yea, thanks Maggie! I'll put him to rest." Lori says clenching her jaw.

You and Maggie both awkwardly walk away and head up to her room. "You totally like him! Those puppy dog eyes give it away sister!" She says excitedly. "No Maggie! I can't, He is married." You say shaking your head.

"Sister, Have you seen the tension between Shane and Lori? They clearly have or Had something going on behind Rick's back and haven't told him! Just talk to Rick, get to know him." She says smiling. I roll my eyes and get up and say goodnight to everyone, even Carl who is now awake and responsive.

Maybe you will take up on Maggie's offer and go for it.

After all, you always get what you want...

Now:

You wake up the next morning feeling amazing! The sun is shining and you are excited to meet the rest of Rick's group. Like fully meet them. You don't even know half of them besides Shane, Lori, Carl, Rick, Dale, and Andrea.

You brush your teeth, put your hair into your favourite style and put on a pink tank top and overalls with worn out Converse. You say good morning to everyone in the kitchen when you arrive.

"Good Mornin everyone!" You say happily as you take a fruit from Maggies plate. She swats your hand away and you chuckle. You hear certain whispers coming from a cute little Korean boy and you smile at him.

"You must be Glenn! It's nice to meet ya!" You say, your accent is very thick this morning. He smiles and nods and pink tint forming prominently around his cheeks and nose.

"Maggie' how's daddy doin?" You ask in a worried tone. "He doesn't want these people to stay sis, he wants 'em to leave as soon as Carl's ok. I like these people y/n, I can't watch 'em leave! After everything we helped 'em with? They deserve a place to stay. We have the room!" She says clearly upset.

"It's fine. We don't want any trouble." Shane says.

"Who said you were trouble? I'll convince Daddy to let you good folks stay. But, on one condition! Please help around the farm, we can do this alone but it would be faster with some help. We lost some people and I can't afford to lose anymore." You say looking at the pictures on the fridge.

They all nod in understanding and you smile. You walk out of the room, your hips swaying as you walk away. You pass Rick and stop in your tracks. You see him sitting with his son and your contemplating whether to go over there or not.

You decide to look at the front door and walk straight out of the house. You couldn't do it. Why couldn't you do it! And if you go back in, it will seem weird.

You just decide that you're going to occupy your time with some gardening. You grab some tools and walk to the garden and begin working.

~1 hour later...

You were about to finish up when Shane walks up to you.

"Hey, It's uh Y/N right?" He asks holding his hand out for you to take. You gladly take his hand with a smile and stand up.

"Yeah, what's up? Is anyone else hurt?" You ask worry contorting on your face. He chuckles.

"No no, I was just wondering if you would like to come shoot with us. I know we're gonna be on our way soon but in case y'all are ever in danger." He kinda trails off awaiting your response.

"Oh, of course! I'm a little rusty so go easy on me." You say chuckling. "I gotcha darlin." He says with a sweet smile.

"So Shane, what did you do before all of this?" You ask out of curiosity.

"Well, I was an officer. Me and Rick both were. But I lost him in the midst of all this when it first started. Thought my best friend was dead, but let me tell you something. Rick, is a good man with a strong heart. And I love him, man. He's my brother." Shane says, walking with you to the shooting area.

You smile and nod. You guys arrive and you see Rick standing there. You see Andrea and Dale and Maggie and Glenn. Maggie runs up to you and hugs you.

You smile and hug her back. "Do you know how to shoot?" You ask maggie.

"Daddy's taught me a little bit. I know the basics." She says smiling.

You nod and walk towards where Rick and Shane are standing.

"G'day fellow mates!" You say in your terrible British accent earning a chuckle from both men.

"Hey. I just wanted to say again thank you for saving my sons life. I've never seen anyone do that as quickly as you did." Rick says smiling.

"Oh please, don't thank me. Thank Hershel." You say with a smile.

He nods and opens his mouth to ask you something but his question was already asked by Shane.

"You wanna learn how to shoot? Rick can help you if ya want darlin." He says with a smirk on his face.

"Yea that'd be nice. Like I said Shane, Im a little rusty so please go easy on me." You say giggling. Rick smiles at your laughter. You have such a cute giggle, he thought.

And such a beautiful smile, and pretty, luscious lip- God what was he thinking. He's married and plus you probably don't see him that way anyway.

"Well c'mon. We don't got all day!" He says going to ask Andrea for her gun. She seemed to have a bit of an attitude but she gave it up anyway.

Everybody walked behind you to watch how the noob would do with a gun. Rick handed you the gun and lifted your arms up to the right position.

"Nuh uh, Hand only on the trigger if you intend to shoot, alright?" He asks his accent pretty and deep.

You shake your head to show you understand and fix your stance. Rick slides his hands up your arms to your shoulders before whispering in you ear, "Good Luck." He says with a smirk.

Unaware that his wife was watching the whole interaction. You smiled and said, "Thanks."

You aimed the gun at the first can and took a breath in and out. You held the gun up and bent your elbows like Rick had shown you. You put on foot in front of the other to make sure you don't fall on your ass and put your hand on the trigger.

You breathe in and out one more time before you pull the trigger. Dead hit. The can was knocked straight off the wood. You walked down and continued to shoot the cans over and over never faltering and hitting every single one.

When you were done you see the proud look on Rick and Shanes face, shock on Maggie and Glenn's face and annoyance on Andrea's face.

You smile and jump up and down, but you quickly stop remembering theres a loaded weapon in your hand. Rick walks up to you and hugs you spinning you around forgetting that Lori was even there. You didn't see Lori.

Too caught up in your excitement so you drop the gun and immediately hug him back.

"Your a fast learner. I'm proud of you." He says smiling while putting you down.

Before you could respond, Lori interrupts. "Rick! A word." She says giving the most stern look at him but nevertheless she smiles at you before walking away. You smile back and walk over to Maggie and Glenn and engage in conversation while watching Rick and Lori from afar.

The sun is starting to set and you're sitting on the porch on the swing looking at you feet swing and thinking.

You're thinking about how beautiful Rick looked in the sunlight today. His beautiful curls and his beautiful smile. God why are you like this! Thinking about a married man with a child! You are insane. But why did he have to be so hot.

It's the apocalypse and you don't exactly get laid anymore. Just you, your sex books and your fingers. Its the best combo during times like this but sometimes you don't get privacy anymore.

Hershel's busting in your room asking for help in the garden. Maggie needs help cooking or setting the table. Beth needs help with her hair on certain days. Its so much.

So when a hot officer comes knocking on the door asking for help, how could you not fall in love! He's such a pretty man and you wish he was yours so badly.

You wish he was on top of you ramming into your body so hard. You wish he was eating you out until you cry and scream his name.

You really wish that Rick Grimes was yours and yours only. You treat Carl like he is your own. Hell you saved his life for christ's sake! You're older than Maggie and Beth. You're of that age where you would want children and live in a cute little house.

Now those dreams are crushed because of the frickin apocalypse. Your sad about it but grateful it happened. Because you met some amazing people along the way.

Your so lost in your thoughts you don't even realize the man coming up to you. "What're you thinking about? hmm?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

Startled you say the first thing that comes to mind without even registering what your about to say.

"You Rick." You say staring at him. His face shifts into a sly smile and you retract your statement. "Uhhh, oh god, not l-like that I-I mean like y-you and the group!" You say nervously chuckling.

He lets out a laugh and sits next to you. "Your cute. Anyone ever tell ya that? You're so fun and kind and adorable. So nervous all the time and I personally find it adorable."

Omg did he just call you adorable! Oh my god you must be dreaming.

"R-Really? You think I'm adorable?" You ask scooting a little closer, which he notices.

"I mean yeah, you look adorable, you act adorable and who wouldn't think a girl like you is adorable." He says scooting closer to you as well.

You both are so lost in your conversation you guys don't even realize that everybody is inside invested in your conversation. They can't hear you guys of course but they see you guys laughing and scooting closer to each other.

Lori's watching the whole thing with anger. So what if you saved her sons life that's her husband you're flirting with. She doesn't want to go out there yet but she sits back and watches whats going to happen.

Daryl smiles to himself knowing that Rick had eyes for you all this time. Maggie is smiling her ass off at you shooting your shot with Rick.

You guys continue to laugh and talk about other stuff.

"See at first I wanted to major in Criminal Justice but, I chose to major in being a nurse and go to nursing school instead cause I noticed how much I loved helping people. Plus I watched a lot of doctor shows!" You say laughing.

He chuckles and nods. "See that's very interesting. Me personally I loved helping people just, in a more dangerous way. Being a cop is scary yea but it made me happy you know? Especially being with Shane. It made it a whole lot better." He says smiling at you.

You watch and stare at his lips as he talks. You decide in you mind to just go for it. You move you face and kiss him. You give him a semi-long kiss and then pull away.

You immediately start apologizing but is interrupted by him kissing you back. He grabs your jaw and kisses you passionately. You move your hand to his neck and kiss him back.

The kiss lasts for longer than expected and you guys start getting closer to each other and your hands start to roam.

Your hands go down his neck to his chest and his hands go up your thighs and to your waist. You pull away and he starts attacking you neck with kisses. Sucking and kissing spots where there are sure to be bruises that you won't be able to hide.

you turn your head to the window and see everybody staring at you guys with smiles, and smirks on there faces. You squeal once you see Lori and push Rick off you and fall to the floor to hide yourself from the embarrassment.

Rick has a puzzled look on his face and when you see it, you lift your hand and do a pointing motion to the window. He looks at the window and sees everybody staring.

He looks around the room and sees Lori. He drops down as well and you both burst out laughing.

Oh god what have you guys done!

A/N: This was fun and cute to write so I hope y'all enjoyed!

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[blakeswritingimagines]

“I Won’t Say I’m In Love...With Her”

Summary: Aemond is still over you or the fact he’s supposed to marry your sister, trying to be ever the gentleman toward Nerissa until he caves to his true desires and attempts once more on making you his

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 5.6k

A/n: Part 2 of What’s The Meaning Of This

Aemond could not stop thinking about you. His world felt like it was crashing around him without you beside him. Aemond had been spending most of his time in his room, unable to sleep and hardly eating. His thoughts would wander to you often, imagining what it would be like if you were his wife and how different things would be. He had loved you for so long and had finally lost you, and he knew that your choice to have him marry Nerissa would only lead to more heartbreak for himself. Aemond’s days were spent wallowing in his grief and his nights were spent dreaming of you. He couldn’t bear to be apart from you anymore. One night, after spending hours imagining what it would be like to hold you in his arms, he made a decision. Aemond had to be with you, even if it meant doing something drastic.He knew what he had to do, in order to be with the person he truly loved.

Nerissa had been going around once home with you about how well everything went and how excited she was to marry the prince, you continued go about your business thinking all would be well once he actually married your sister but didn't know he was still planning on trying to win you over and talk this out since your family wasn't listening thinking that Nerissa was a good match for him. Aemond had hoped that Nerissa’s constant bragging of their future marriage would make you see just how wrong your decision was. It was clear that Nerissa did not deserve to marry Aemond and he wanted nothing more than to make that clear to everyone. The last thing he wanted to do was go to your home and try to sort this out with Nerissa, but he knew there was no other choice. He arrived at your family home and knocked loudly on the front door.

Clara the maid had been busy cleaning before she opened the door and froze in her spot seeing the tall prince wondering why the king's son was here or if he had chosen to wed Nerissa like the young girl had claimed, snapping out of it as she quickly bowed to him and allowed him to come in to the home as she lightly tilted her head "Your majesty how can I help you?". Nerissa was in her chambers brushing her hair as you were outside in your small favorite hiding area since you were a child where you could simply be by yourself without thinking too much. As Aemond entered the home, he noticed Clara. He was well aware that she knew of the arrangement between Nerissa and him that he wished to break. He hoped to convince you to change your mind, but he knew the odds were against him. He would have to use a more delicate approach to win you back.“I wish to speak with Lady Y/n. Will you please call her for me?” Aemond made sure to be polite with Clara, as he didn’t wish for her to tell Nerissa about his visit.

Clara gave a small smile as she shook her head answering him "She's not in at the moment, but Lady Nerissa is", Not getting the chance to alert anyone since Nerissa and the parents were talking as they walked before Nerissa saw Aemond and happily walked over to him as she wrapped her arms around his tall frame and kissed his cheek not noticing him pulling away "Hello my darling missed me?". Aemond was not expecting Nerissa to be the first person he saw as he entered the house. He quickly regained his composure as he pulled himself away from her. He put a hand on Nerissa’s shoulder and tried to give her a polite smile as he replied to her question.“Good afternoon, Nerissa. As a matter of fact, I have been missing you.” It was a lie, but there was no need to hurt Nerissa’s feelings.“May I have a word with you in private?”.

Nerissa grinned at the words as she truly thought he must have come around to the idea of marrying her and living life with her beside him, nodding her head as she heard her parents speak up about having a chaperone with them both as they chose Clara to follow after them both. Nerissa took Aemond’s hand in her own as she started walking with him outside still smiling as Clara followed behind both quietly feeling awful since she could see what Nerissa didn't want to. Aemond walked with Nerissa as Clara silently followed behind. He knew that Nerissa was expecting him to be her future husband, and he didn’t want to ruin that image of him for her. But, he wished to convince her of the truth, in order to be with you. When they both eventually came to stop, Aemond took Nerissa’s hands and looked at her with his violet eyes.“Nerissa, there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Nerissa continued to hold his hands not used to there being so much quiet that she didn't seem to like but smiled as she stood up straight hearing his words, looking down as he took her hands and felt special before she looked back up at him as she nodded her head curiously as to what he needed to speak of "Is this about the bedding ceremony? I'm sure it'll be fine darling....And if it's about if I've been with anyone I haven't but I'm happy it'll be you." The words Nerissa spoke were nothing more than a hammer hitting Aemond with its full force. He felt his heart sink at her words and felt the urge to tell her the truth. But he couldn’t do that to her. He would have to play along.“We aren’t speaking about the bedding ceremony. I just wanted to ask you about the letters we had been sending each other.”Aemond stared into Nerissa’s eye, trying his best to hide his sadness and contempt towards the arrangement of their marriage. 

Nerissa brightened at his words as she laced their fingers together feeling excited that he seemed to like her better now, nodding her head in understanding before she tilted her head having pushed away any thoughts about feeling bad that now she had Aemond even if at first he had wanted you but gave him a sweet smile "What about them darling?". Aemond looked down at the interlocked fingers and tried his best to keep up with Nerissa’s excitement. But, no matter how much he tried, he simply could not ignore his true feelings. He knew that he did not want this, but he also knew that he needed to keep up the guise in order for him to achieve his goals with you. “I just wanted to know why you stole my letters. I wrote those to Lady Y/n, not you.”

Nerissa rolled her eyes as her smile dropped before she pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up at him shaking her head gently before she spoke no longer holding excitement in her tone "Aemond I thought we were over that? You have me now, you do not need my sister now be happy about this, otherwise I'll make Y/n never comes near you again." Aemond could feel his temper flare as Nerissa spoke to him so condescendingly. This woman was so delusional and thought that she was the one for Aemond, when in fact it was you who he wanted. Aemond didn’t know how to hide his frustration at that moment and could only stare back at her with a cold expression on his face. Aemond was taken aback by the sudden shift in Nerissa’s behavior, and he wasn’t sure why she was being so harsh towards him all of a sudden. He decided to ignore her words for now and continue to play along with the deception. “Nerissa, you do understand that I intended to marry Y/n, but I am happy. I just did not think we needed to rush things like our marriage.” This was all a lie, but Aemond hoped Nerissa would believe that he still cared about her. Nerissa continued to stare up at Aemond as her eyes narrowed while she took in the words letting them process, slowly nodding her head before smiling once more as she wrapped her arms around his and leaned in close to him before she looked up again "I suppose your right, this will be a grand affair it does need to be perfect." Leaning up as she kissed his cheek "But bring up Y/n or changing your mind and I'll make sure Y/n knows what kind of man you are" She spoke sweetly as if seeing no problem with her words but gently started dragging him back to her family house.

Aemond didn’t like what Nerissa had threatened to do if he brought up you again or refused to marry her, but he continued to play along with the arrangement as they walked towards the family house. He hoped to be able to convince you of his true feelings for you, but with Nerissa’s threat, that plan was in jeopardy. As they walked, Aemond tried not to think about all that had happened, and instead chose to focus on his current situation. Nerissa continued on walking before going and telling a servant to set up a room for the prince for the night, knowing it would be scandalous if he shared a room with her even if that's what she truly wanted she knew soon enough such things wouldn't matter. Clara was cleaning once back inside before looking over as she noticed Nerissa leaving and slowly walked over to Aemond giving him another bow before she looked up and spoke quietly "My prince I do apologize for how things happened, Y/n didn't believe your first letter was for her but I should've spoken up sooner. If you do wish to speak with Y/n she went out to her favorite spot just outside where the trees are it's hidden but she should still be there."

Aemond felt his heart sink as Nerissa left and as he turned towards Clara. She was trying to help him, but he worried that Nerissa would find out. But he knew that it was important for him to speak with you, and he didn’t have many options to find you. He nodded towards Clara and spoke as quietly as he could. “Thank you, Clara; I appreciate the information.” Aemond made his way outside to the small clearing where you liked to spend time. Clara gave him a small smile as she nodded her head happy to help and try to make things better, "I'll say you went to look around the land" watching him leave through the door as she sighed before she went back to cleaning acting normal as possible. You had been out in a small clearing that was surrounded by trees and flowers often out here on a small soft blanket with snacks and water while you read whatever new book you got but had slowly fallen asleep.

As Aemond approached the clearing with you, he could see that you were peacefully asleep. He knew he should wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He walked over and sat down next to you and looked at you. Your beauty was unmatched by anything he had ever seen before and he felt his heart ache at the sight of you. He was filled with love for you and he wished for nothing more than to spend his future with you. He slowly laid down on the blanket to enjoy the moment with you. You turned over in your sleep leaning closer against Aemond as your book closed, not fully awake as you barely opened your eyes as you looked up at him thinking his being right there was a part of her dream "Aemond? What are you doing here?". Yawning softly but closed your eyes not thinking much about this. Aemond smiled as he felt you lean closer to him and close your eyes again. He was still not sure whether he wanted to wake you and convince you that you could be together once more. He leaned in and kissed your cheek gently as he felt his heart racing faster in his chest. In order to see his true intentions, he decided to act based on his emotions rather than thoughts. He wanted you, and he was going to get you. He hoped to convince you that you were in fact meant to be his.

Aemond knew that you would soon have to wake up, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment. Aemond placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and responded to your question.“I came to speak with you.” He didn’t know how much longer he could allow you to believe that the marriage with Nerissa was still happening, you needed to know how he truly felt about you. But, he couldn’t take away this moment. You let out a soft hum as your eyes stayed shut but laid your head on his shoulder letting a light smile on your face, still sleeping as if nothing was wrong but wasn't aware to how much things would change by the time you would wake. Aemond felt a moment of bliss as he felt you laid your head on his shoulder. Your hair was soft and your warmth was cozy. He was content with this moment for now, and he hoped that once you woke up, he would be able to convince you to run away with him. Aemond knew that it was a ridiculous idea. He was the crown prince and you were just a lady, but he still had to try. Because you were the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.

Only a few short days later Nerissa happily read another letter from Aemond even if it confused her, telling her family that he invited everyone but figured it was just to get to know everyone as everyone got ready Nerissa ready to pull you aside and tell you whatever lie Nerissa came up with about the prince. Once they arrived his mother Alicent welcomed them stating rooms were prepared for them all even if she didn't understand the problem her son was in with the whole marriage. Aemond’s mother, Alicent, was confused by his invitation, but she was pleased with the idea of bringing their two families together. As Nerissa prepared to talk to you to keep things in her favor, Aemond began to think of whatever lie he could come up with to get out of the marriage with her. Aemond wasn’t sure if Nerissa would believe the lie, but he hoped that you would. You needed to, if he had any chance of running away with you.

Aemond felt a chill go down his spine as he heard that the family would all be gathering together. He knew that Nerissa was going to talk with you and he was scared that she might ruin his plan. But, he still had to go along with the arrangement to keep up a public front. He made sure to be polite with everyone at the gathering. But, he still hoped to be able to convince you of his true feelings for you and to avoid the marriage with Nerissa at all costs. It was a tough spot for him to be in. You got settled into your temporary chambers before stopping in your tracks as you noticed sparkling gems and jewelry, looking closer as you saw all different beautiful colors and cuts before getting ready for dinner with everyone, then started speaking with Nerissa about what you saw in your room to hear her that she didn't get anything like that and wanted to switch rooms with you thinking it was an accident. Walking into the dining hall seeing Aemond and his family before seeing all of your favorite foods and even fruits that are difficult to get as you sat down in your seat seeing Nerissa lean close to him with a pout on her lips as she whispered "None of these are my favorites darling."

Aemond noticed that you had entered the dining hall and looked up at you as you took your seat. He then looked over at Nerissa and saw that she was pouting. He knew that Nerissa was trying to make him look bad to her sister, but he ignored her comments for now. He tried to stay focused on you and your happiness, and he continued eating his dinner. His heart continued to ache at your beauty and his love for you. He was so glad that he brought your the food you enjoyed. Aemond felt his chest sink when he saw Y/n’s reaction to the items he had prepared. But, he still wanted to convince her that he still cared for her. He looked over to Nerissa, noticing her pout as she leaned in close to him. He spoke through a forced smile, trying to seem happy about everything even though it was just an act. “Nerissa has been helping me in all my preparations. The food is in honor of her favorite things.”

Nerissa looked at the table with disgust before she looked over at Aemond once more as she shook her head, "No I didn't these aren't even my favorites, these are Y/n's-" Cutting off her own sentence as she narrowed her eyes at him with anger as she clenched her teeth and spoke "These are Y/n's favorites" Crossing her arms over her chest not caring about the tension she was causing feeling it was all his fault for it. Aemond couldn’t help but smile a little at Nerissa’s sudden outburst, as it proved that she had been paying very close attention to all the details. “Nerissa is right.” Aemond said with a smile. He couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction at seeing Nerissa get jealous. He continued to speak with a soft voice as he looked over at the entire family and explained. “All the items on this table are specific to Y/n’s tastes.”

You had already been putting food on your plate before looking up hearing your name and looked at everyone who was already looking at you, "What? what I'd do?" Tilting your head slightly before looking over at Aemond and Nerissa in surprise but smiled brightly at them both "That's very kind thank you both" Waiting until prayer was over to start eating but didn't notice the juice from the fruit dripping down your lower lip. Aemond felt his heart fill with joy at your words. You had been the only one who didn’t seem to notice that he had purposely chosen your favorite items. And the way that the juice from the fruit dripped on your lower lip made you even more attractive to him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to tell you everything, but he didn’t know how. He knew he needed to find a way to talk to you alone.

Aemond felt a moment of relief as you seemed to respond kindly to his gifts and the dinner, but he was slightly surprised that you didn’t seem to suspect anything. He was just glad that you seemed to be enjoying the food. “You’re very welcome.” Aemond said with a smile as he began eating his own food. You gave him another kind smile as you continued to eat listening to the small talk going around the table, looking over at the oldest Targaryen sibling Rhaenyra and gave her a kind smile as you spoke softly "I simply adore your necklace princess, it's gorgeous." Aemond had to force himself to be engaged in the conversation with the rest of the families, but he still kept his eyes on you. He felt a small moment of pride as you noticed Rhaenyra’s necklace. 

Aemond knew that he was trying his best to get everyone to see just how much he cared about you. He was doing this all out of love. “I see that my love is not the only one who can appreciate your sense of fashion but my sister as well.” Aemond said to you no longer attempting to look at Nerissa. Aemond felt his heart lift a little at the sight of you giving Rhaenyra a kind smile. But, he didn’t want to take any chances. He tried his best to sound as sincere as possible when he spoke.“Y/n’s taste is truly marvelous.” Aemond said with a smile. He hoped that you would be able to catch on to the fact that he was paying much more attention to you than any one else at the table. 

You gave Aemond another smile before looking down at your plate feeling shy due to his complimentary words, soon enough you had finished dinner and was excused then started walking down the long hallways as you started to walked back to the private chambers given to you to get ready for bed and take some time for yourself. Aemond finished his dinner as well, knowing that this was the perfect time to speak privately with you. He quickly excused himself from the table ignoring Nerissa and made his way towards your chambers as well, as he walked, he felt his heart racing as he thought about the fact that he was going to speak with you about wanting to marry you and about your true feelings. He was filled with doubt and fear, but ultimately, he knew that he had to go through with it.

You had changed out of the clothes you had been wearing and put on a nightgown before looking through the oddly specific books that were in the room, softly smiling to yourself almost feeling at home in the room but knew it was probably nothing and went to open the door slightly when you heard knocking on the door "Yes?". Aemond saw the shy look on your face as he entered the room and he hoped to make you feel at ease. He looked at the books he picked out thinking you would enjoy and that you seemed to be reading and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that he was marrying Nerissa instead of you. “I asked to speak with you because…” Aemond started. He stopped, his heart racing and his mind racing as he decided how he wanted to approach this. It was all or nothing at this point.

You nodded your head as you sat down with the prince watching as he tried several times to form the words, giving him enough time to think about how to say whatever was on his mind before he seemed to finally started to talk telling you of an odd dream he had about a very familiar clearing with trees and flowers. After training, he was so tired, that he went to take a little nap, and he had a very funny dream. He dreamed of a beautiful field, with a big tree, and about singing birds, certain foods and just relaxing enough, he dreamed of the pleasant noise of trees and grass which caused your jaw to drop in shock before clearing your throat. Aemond felt a moment of relief as you understood the reference to the clearing that he had “dreamt” about. But now Aemond faced an important question. Should he tell you the truth about his feelings for you, or continue to pretend that he still wished to marry Nerissa? He knew that you had to know the truth and that the longer he let this lie continue, the worse it would be for both you and him. Aemond took a deep breath before speaking. “Nerissa is not who I want to marry.” He spoke with conviction.

"Aemond… who is it you wish to marry then?" You looked at him anxiously. As if you already knew the answer especially after the last time you both spoke one on one, the only question that matters now is the ‘why’. "You surprised me, Aemond. You have always expressed fondness for her, if not love." Your face was a mask of curiosity. But there was hope in your voice, as you wanted to hear him say, what you wanted him to say. “I wish to marry you.” Aemond spoke nervously, not knowing how you would respond. His heart was in his throat as he feared that you would reject him, but he knew that it was something that had to be done. “I have never felt such a strong connection with anyone the way I do with you. I can’t imagine being married to Nerissa. I want to be with you.” Aemond took a deep breath as he took in your response, waiting to be rejected.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his confession. You never thought that Aemond felt such a strong connection to you. But now, all the pieces clicked in place. Aemond’s kindness, his words, his actions and attention he paid to you. You didn’t even need to think twice and your response came swift like thunder in the storm. "Aemond- You're serious?" Your voice was soft as rain and you were lost in his eyes now. Aemond felt a huge rush of excitement as he heard you confirm that he was serious. He felt a smile spread across his face as he knew that the feeling between you both was mutual. He nodded his head to your question. “More than serious. I love you.” He couldn’t believe that he had just confessed his feelings to you, but he was happy to finally say the words that he had harbored for so long.

Feeling your heart pounding in your chest as Aemond confessed his love to you. "You love me?" Your voice was filled with joy and a little bit of disbelief. You didn’t see that coming. You placed a gentle hand on Aemond's face and a soft kiss to his lips, as sweet as the song of the night. You felt tears of joy fill your eyes as you finally heard that Aemond loved you and you didn't need to worry he was going to marry your sister. "I love you, Aemond. I always have." You said breathlessly, leaning into the kiss. Aemond felt the hair on his body stand up as you put your lips on his and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of butterflies. He felt his heart rush at your tender touch and his mind felt free of all of the stress that he had felt for so long even as a prince. As you continued to kiss Aemond, he kissed back, enjoying every moment of it. He couldn’t believe that he was finally free from this secret, but he couldn’t wait for the future with you to begin. You slowly pulled away with your eyes closed from the kiss still reveling in the moment, slowly opening your eyes looking at him before a sudden feeling of guilt as you stood up pacing the floor running your fingers through your hair as well as tugging on the roots. Muttering to yourself that this wasn't right he was marrying your sister and he should be in love with her but couldn’t help feeling awful for kissing Aemond and shook your head ready to cry.  Aemond felt his heart sink as he saw you stand up and pace the room, and he could see the worry and guilt behind your eyes. He couldn’t let this moment end like this. So, he stood up and went over to you, taking your hands in his own as he turned you towards him.“Please… listen to me.” He spoke in a soft but firm voice. “I do not love Nerissa the way we both know I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Not with her.”

Aemond could see a few tears start to fall and he leaned closer so that he could help you any way he could. “What’s wrong?” Aemond asked, with genuine concern in his voice. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders to keep you from pacing or hurting yourself. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/n. You can trust me.” "I feel guilty, Aemond, I feel guilty." You confessed as you wiped your tears. "I shouldn’t be doing this with you. You are already promised to my sister." A tear rolled down your cheek, your voice trembling with fear and shame. "Nerissa is my baby sister. If she found out… she would be heartbroken. Her pure and innocent heart would be shattered." You said, your voice full of agony for the girl you would hurt. Aemond wanted to comfort Y/n, but he didn’t want to do anything that might upset her. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about Nerissa as well. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not fair for Nerissa.” Aemond said with a disappointed look on his face. “But…” Aemond didn’t want to say the words that were in his mind, but he knew that he had to. “I can’t marry Nerissa.” Y/n was startled by Aemond’s confession. She was confused and hurt by his words. Why he couldn't marry her sister? When the agreement was already sealed by their parents. The words of her parents echoed in her ears. But she was relieved Aemond was not marrying her sister just because he had to. Maybe he really had feelings for someone. "Why?, Why you can't marry Nerissa?" Y/n asked with a broken voice, as her words had the taste of ash. She tried to look into his eyes but tears had blurred the world for her.

Aemond knew that the truth would be painful for you to hear. He felt guilty that he was the reason that you were crying. But he knew that it was important that he be honest with you.  knowing that what he was about to say could be quite controversial. He felt his stomach turn into knots as he gathered the courage to tell you the truth. “I… don’t want to marry Nerissa. I never did.” Aemond said it with a calm demeanor, but there was a lot of emotion boiling inside of him right now. “I want to marry you.” You wiped the tear which was flowing again on your cheek as you heard Aemond’s confession. You felt joy, happiness, and hope. But there was a big BUT, Nerissa was still promised to him. That’s something even he couldn't change now, even if you wished. "But Our parents promised you to my sister, remember? Don’t you understand what is going to happen to her when she finds out about our affection? What will it do to her?" You started to sob as the tears were running without control as if you had lost. For a moment you believed your ears were playing tricks on you and that it was not what Aemond had said at all. It couldn’t be true, right? He was marrying her sister after all it just didn’t make sense. But the truth was there in his eyes and you felt a warmth and happiness settle in your heart. "Are you- Are you sure, Aemond?" You finally found the words to speak, but there was still a hint of doubt in your voice. You were scared of being broken again.

Aemond felt a sense of relief as he heard the happiness in your voice. However, he also felt a bit conflicted as you mentioned the promise that your parents had made, he couldn’t help but feel apathy that Nerissa would be hurt if you both defied your parents but kept trying to be gentle. “I know it sounds absurd… but we don’t need to hide our feelings anymore.” Aemond insisted. “We are both adults and we know what we want. We don’t need to do as our parents say.” Aemond’s heart sank as he heard you response. He couldn’t believe that he had caused you this much pain when after everything he’s done was for your happiness. He felt his eyes fill with tears as he saw how heartbroken you were to hear the truth from his own mouth. But Aemond couldn’t help but speak his mind. “I couldn’t marry anyone else but you” He tried to reassure you. “We could figure everything out, I’m sure of it.” Your mind was filled with a thousand thoughts at the same time, as you struggled with all the emotions you were feeling. You were happy for yourself because you might just marry Aemond after all. But at the same time, you felt guilty and hurt for your sister. You couldn’t break Nerissa’s heart. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve all this pain. "Aemond, I don't want to have to choose between you and my family," You said, with fear in your eyes. "Aemond…" You whispered, as you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his face.

Aemond noticed the way that you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his face. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into your eyes. He placed his own hands over yours and he spoke to you softly. “I don’t plan on marrying anyone else but you. I told you, we can figure everything out.” Aemond pulled you in for a hug, unable to hold back his feelings for you any longer. Aemond’s eyes went wide with surprise as you moved closer and placed your hands on his face. He felt his mind race as he saw your face. He didn’t know what to say or do, but he liked how close you were to him. He placed his hands on top of your hands to lock them onto his face. He didn’t say anything at first, as he let this moment of silence sink in before slowly speaking.

 “We need to tell Nerissa about us.”

[lifeweaver-niran]

What you reap is what you sow.

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It's been months since anyone has seen you since the engagement of niran and satya during the party. You've isolated yourself in your room, only going out once in a while to go back to what used to be you and niran's special oak tree, only for you to continue weeping once more. Everything hurt. Every single thing you did reminded you of him. Flowers, nature, books, writing, watching a movie, no matter what you did to keep your mind off of him, it would always wander back to the times you used to do those very things but with him. Niran pruksamanee. The man who swore to you that you were his light, his diamond, the girl he wants to marry. The man who has completely abandoned you to run away with his true love, his best friend, Satya Vaswani. Oh how bitter you felt at the two of them. But who could blame you?

It was just a regular weekend, although, for you..regular meant crying your eyes out and screaming into your pillow. You wanted to go out, and so you did. You got up and dressed yourself nicely, hoping that maybe Niran would come to his senses and realize he loved you. Hoping that maybe Niran would be under your guys' special oak tree, waiting for you.

.

.

.

.

“of course not.” You laughed to yourself, feeling humiliated for even thinking of such. Sinking down on the grass, allowing yourself to weep once more, you hear a voice above you.

“I haven't seen you in a while..Y/N.”

You look up to see a familiar cyborg, a small smile appearing on your face..it felt a little odd. You haven't smiled in a long time after all.

“Genji!” you exclaimed happily, you hadn't realized how much you needed another human being's interaction right now. You felt so happy to finally see and talk to someone for once instead of just being lonely.

The ninja jumps down, offering you a flower he plucked off of the ground just now.

“As beautiful as ever, even when you're crying.”

You hesitate to take the flower, it's not that you didn't want it. It just..reminded you of him. It seems as this doesn't go unnoticed to the ninja, putting the flower away as he sank to the grass sitting next to you.

“I'm..sorry for what happened during the party.”

“It's alright, Genji. You shouldn't even be apologizing, it's not your fault!”

“I know but..he hurt you. Someone has to apologize for making one of gods' angels cry.”

“Haha! Genji, still a flirt i see.”

The ninja looks at you, although you couldn't see his face, you swore there was a sad look in his eyes when you saw a glimpse through his visor.

“o-oh..did i..say something wrong?”

“.....”

“Genji..? I'm sorry if i said so-”

“He didn't deserve you.”

“Huh?”

“He doesn't. Deserve you.”

“What are you talking about, genji?”

“You-..” He looks at you before sighing, “You're beautiful.”

You felt warmth spread across your cheeks before brushing it off to let him talk.

“You were kind. You helped everyone around you, putting your own self last even though you didn't need to. You did your best to make your relationship work, and HE-.....”

The cyborg clutches his first, anger dripping in his tone before taking a deep breath, calming himself down before taking off his visor to look at you in the eyes.

“He...hurt you.”

Tears well up in your eyes, feeling emotional not only at the mention of Niran, but also because someone cared.

“If you don't mind me asking, Why do you care so much, Genji?”

Genji looks at you with such loving eyes, the same look you once saw Niran give you before he left with Satya. But strangely, instead of feeling hurt, it felt..nice. You gave him an understanding smile before leaning your head on his shoulder.

It's gonna take a long while to move on from Niran. He was your first love after all, but maybe..just maybe, theres still a chance for a happy ending afterall.

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It's been a few weeks since you and genji met at the oak tree, He's been visiting you alot more often. Although you find yourself often crying over Niran most of the time, Genji doesn't mind comforting you every single time. You were glad for his help, for his comfort. You don't think you would've been able to do it alone.

“Genji..you don't have to do this, you know?” You wipe your tears before accepting the tub of your favorite flavor ice cream that he was offering you.

“I know, but i want to.”

You smile, theres a real connection between the two of you. You felt yourself ease up alot more when he was around, he acted as if he was your emotional support system. You were thankful for it.

The night went on as normal, with the two of you watching a movie, all cuddled up together as you ate some snacks. The movie ends and you guys are barely able to stay awake, the coolness of his metallic body touching your warmer one was the perfect temperature while wrapped up in a cozy blanket. Before dozing off to sleep, you mumble a small but audible “I love you” to the ninja.

It's safe to say the ninja barely slept that night, your soft and sleepy look in his arms, all comfortable and content as you whispered you loved him repeating on his head like a record being played without a stop button.

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“She's..what?”

Niran's eyes widened, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the new couple walk into the room.

“She's dating Genji now, isn't that lovely, Bua?” His fiancé Satya replied.

“...no..”

He felt his head spin, feeling a sharp pang pierce his chest, almost like he was shot. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of His y/n being with someone else. Let alone a co-worker.

Wait...

His?

His Y/N?

..

“YOUR Y/N?... Pruksamanee, Are you TRYING to be funny or are you truly THAT idiotic?“

..

Ah

Of course.

How idiotic he was.

You were no longer his.

And he no longer loved you.

He has a fiancé.

So why..

Why did he find himself begging at your feet like you did to him all those months ago, repeating the same words you once said to him. Why?

“Please..y/n..You still love me..don't you?”

“I'm sorry, Niran.” You said quietly before turning your back on him, the same action he once did that shattered your heart for ages. Now you were doing it to him. A hint of guilt hitting your chest as you heard him cry out and beg for you before another voice speaks out.

You smile, looking at your new partner with love and adoration as he stood up for you. You were with the right person now, you were sure of it.

“You reap what you sow, pruksamanee. You lost her. Now deal with it, like she's had to deal with the heartbreak over YOUR betrayal all those months ago.”

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A/N : aaaAAA I'M SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE MY ENGLISH SUCKS ASSS IN THIS FIC I COULDNT FIND THE RIGHT WORDS FOR ANYTHINGGG

This is my first time writing a genji x writer fic!! Its so lovely writing for him but also so difficult given that hes not yk..fully human.. i still hope you enjoyed it tho! And yes reader and genji have a happy ending and they love each other very much

POOR NIRAN THO IM SO SORRY MY BBY!! 🥹

[androgynousblackbox]

How I Met Your Father. 1 [Appleradio, Raddioapple]

A03 link

The knocking on the door was unexpected. After the total fiasco that they just went through in live television, more unexpected events was the least than any of them wanted. Angel was happy enough continued to suck on his popsicle at the couch, while Vaggie was nursing a incoming migraine.

Leaving Charlie to be the only one to go open the door.

"Hello!"

The resulting scream of the princess of hell was enough for Vaggie grab her spear and go to the entrance, where she stood in shock at seeing the infamous Radio Demon trapping Charlie on his arms, so tight that her feet didn't even reach the floor anymore.

"Charlie!" yelled, going straight to press her spear against the neck of the demon. It was angelic steel so it could do some serious harm if she wanted it. It was the only good thing she had kept from her past life. "Let her go RIGHT NOW, cabrón come mierda!"

The Radio Demon just tilted his head, furrowed brows. To her surprise, Charlie just giggled and turned to her. Her sitched out smile was just as wide as ever and her big eyes, one yellow and the other red, sparkled happily.

"Vaggie, it's okay!"

"No, it's not!" Vaggie took Charlie's hand and put her behind her, still pointing at the demon. Maybe he had casted an spell already and that is why Charlie was confused! A pang of guilt twisted in her gut. She would have attended the door instead! "That is the Radio Demon, Charlie. He is not here to register, he doesn't care about redemption. I won't let you harm anyone in this place, hijo de perra, did you hear?"

A moment of silence passed between them. Alastor raised an eyebrow.

"He... he is also my dad" pointed out Charlie, making now Vaggie and even Angel from the couch to look at her. "Um, surprise!"

"What" Vaggie was so taken aback she almost let her spear hit the floor. Then she looked over at Alastor, whose smile had only gotten bigger if that was possible, and then back at her girlfriend. "When you say dad you mean..."

"I mean..." Charlie slidded over the floor to stand in front of Alastor again. This time Vaggie could not miss the way the expression of Alastor soften up when seeing at the blonde demon. He was positively beaming with pride, which made everything all the more confusing. Not in a million years she would have bet that she would see something like that. "This is the man who contributed to my creation and raised me. Dad, this is my girlfriend Vaggie. Vaggie, this is... I guess you already know, huh? Alastor, my dad."

"Oh, so this is the girlfriend you have been talking to us about?" Alastor perked up, going to grab the hand of Vaggie and shaking it so vigoriously that her spear made a audible clank noise when falling out of her other hand. "Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite the pleasure. I am glad to see that my daughter is with someone looking out for her wellbeing, indeed!" The man brought her closer, pretending to hug her as a low whisper reached her ear. "Don't ever point your nasty little weapon in my direction again or we are going to have a problem, understood?"

Vaggie found herself paralyzed. That was still the demon she heard so much about, Charlie related or not, no doubt about it. When she realized that she couldn't utter a word, she managed to just nod her head. If he was really Charlie's dad, then surely he couldn't be trying to harm her or their project, right?

"Good!" said Alastor, recuperating his jolly tone and petting her head like a dog that finally was starting to behave. "Nice to meet you at last, my dear. We hear so many good things about you."

Despite everything, Vaggie couldn't help to blush at the comment. This was absolutely not how she imagined she was going to meet Charlie's family.

"Uh... nice to meet you too, sir" said, brushing her hair back and looking to Charlie for some reassurance. Her girlfriend seemed ectatic to see them apparently getting along, giving her a thumb up from behind the back of Alastor. "Sorry for... threatening you."

"Oh, please, water under the bridge! What is a little bit of violence between friends?" Alastor looked at his red fingers as it was just a casual comment for him to say and turned to Charlie, forgetting all about her. "Charlie, my little fawn, aren't you going to give me a tour through your hotel? I saw your little presentation on the picture show and had to see it for myself. Your father send his best regards, of course."

The eyes of Charlie turned into stars.

"Sure! Oh, dad, I know you are going to love this place!" said, dragging the radio demon with her to show off every portion she could.

Vaggie moved to the couch and sighed, rubbing her temples. This day couldn't get any worse now.

"That was some good first impression you did there, toots" commented Angel, throwing the now clean popsicle stick without caring where it landed. It wasn't his job to clean it anyway. "I am sure it will do for a cool story to tell the kids."

"I didn't know that was her father!" Vaggie prefered to ignore completely the kids comment part. Charlie and her haven't talked about that yet. "I just saw a dangerous infamous demon grabbing Charlie so I reacted."

"Haven't you two been dating since like... forever? And this is the first time you knew about her dad? Wow" Angel chuckled to himself. "I am surprised you aren't more pissed about that."

"Charlie did say that one of her dads was a overlord, but wasn't really allowed to talk much about it because it was dangerous for people to know so I didn't pressured it" Vaggie sighed, contemplating Alastor nodding to every word Charlie was seeing. Once the shock wear off, when they were the both in a room he could see the resemblance. The little black horns on top of Charlie's head were an exact replica of the Radio Demon, along with the red tips of her fingers. Her own little blonde tail was wagging everywhere while speaking and moving the demon with her as it costed her no effort at all. She wondered briefly if that was also a Alastor thing, but she couldn't tell with the coat he was wearing. Probably was. If it was half as adorable as Charlie's, then at least she could understand why he would hide it. "I just never imagined it would be... him. Everything I ever heard about him doesn't really scream Charlie's father to me."

"What is so especial about smiley face, anyway?"

"Nothing at all!" said Alastor, manifestating from his shadows in front of them suddenly. He was looking at Angel particularly, saving Vaggie from the embarassment that he could have heard her too. "And who is this pink fluffy fellow? Charlie?"

"Oh, that is Angel Dust, our first resident!" explained Charlie.

"Ah, nice to meet you, my good friend!" This time Alastor didn't bothered offering his hand to him, more likely because Angel didn't had any weapon for him to disarm. "I trust you have read your residency contract to it's full extent?"

"Of course, I am not an idiot" Angel relaxed on the couch. After the first time signing his soul away, one had to be prepared to not do the same thing again in hell. "I even had my own magnifying glass to search for the fine print."

"Marvelous!" Alastor's smile grew bigger and lifted his hand, taking up the rolled up paper that his shadow passed to him. The shadow was smiling too. "I trust then that you are aware about the clause hidden on the corners?" said, opening up the paper and holding up with magic as green highlighted the words hidden on what Angel had assumed was fancy decoration on the side of the paper. Alastor read from memory. "The person who signs this paper is forbidden to ever talk about the origyns or familial relation of Charlie Morningstar without express permission of said Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer Morningstar or his spouse Alastor Abbadon. If this condition is broken, then the person who signs this contract resigns his ability to talk ever again. This includes non verbal communication like sign language, writing, texting, morse code, etc, etc.."

He finished with a satisfied look as Angel kept staring at the contract, ruffling his own hair.

"Hey, what the fuck?! I didn't know about this shit!"

"What!?" Charlie got closer too, reading the letters that were so intrinsically hidden on the decorations that it was almost impossible to notice unless someone was looking for it. "Dad! I asked you for a normal contract, not this!"

"Oh, relax, my dear" explained Alastor, calmly adjusting his posture. "I just added a little something to ensure that neither of us would have to worry about whoever decided to stay on your hotel. The clause will have no effect at all as long they know to keep this bit of information for themselves, so there is really nothing to worry about. You both can read it again if you like, there's nothing else forcing your residents to do anything they don't want" added, seeing as Angel was doing just that, after taking out a magnifying glass from who knows where. "I had prepared a similar contract for your staff, but seeing who that is, I assume you don't find it necessary?"

"Of course not" said Charlie without hesitation, making Vaggie to blush again. "Vaggie would never tell anyone."

"Very well. I trust your judgement, little fawn. I just wanted to make sure that we were all in the same page. For you see, my effeminate fellow" said Alastor, inclining his head to look directly at Angel as the dark energy gathered around him. Magic symbols floated around him as his horn crew and his eyes turned into radio dials. "I will spare no effort to protect my family and ensure that they are safe. If I ever detect anything that would happen to threaten any of them, I will personally make sure that person knows the meaning of eternal punishment. Are we clear?"

Angel just stared at him.

"You know, that is kinda hot" replied, not minding the way that Alastor pulled back or the scratching record noise that accompanied the movement. "You said you are married too? Figures. The good ones are always taken."

An awkward silence extended for a second before Angel pulled up his phone, throwing the contract to a side.

"Whatever, I don't care anymore. I wasn't aching to tell anyone either."

"Good" said Alastor, clearing his throat before addressing Charlie again. "So, Charlie! Your father and I had a little chat after your presentation, and we both agreed that it would be best if I helped you out."

"Really?!" Any anger that Charlie had about the contract dissapeared as quickly as that as she took the arm of the demon, practically squealing. "Oh, dad, that is so great! It will be so much fun with you around. Does that mean that you changed your mind? Do you believe sinners can be redeemed?"

"Oh, my dear, of course not" Alastor still patted gently the hand that was holding onto him. "Souls that ended up here do it because they deserved it. Some of us more than others. We made the choices we made in life and now it's time for the consequences. Me, for example, came to know your father by being the worst sinner that I could be. There is no redemption for that."

Charlie sighed deeply, moving to take the hand of the radio demon on her.

"You say that, and I know you did some bad things in the past..."

"I have slaughtered countless souls for entertainment, my dear. I literally killed someone on the way here because they annoyed me."

"But" emphasized Charlie, ignoring him, "you are also the best dad I could ever ask for. You make papa so happy too. How can I believe that a soul can't improve if I have the best proof in all of hell right in front of me?"

That seemed to completely disarm the radio demon for a second. Vaggie didn't want to intrude, but she also had to wonder how many people have ever seen the infamous overlord so entranced by something else. If that was the effect that his daughter could have on him, then it made all the more sense why he didn't want people to exploit it.

"You always had a way with words, little fawn. You took that after your father" recognized the man, lifting a hand to craddle her cheek gently, something that made Charlie to giggle happily. Alastor sighed. "I am afraid that things aren't that simple, my dear. But if this is truly what you believe in..."

"Is it, dad."

"Then I have no other option but to ensure you succeed whatever way I can" Alastor snapped his fingers, opening up a void full of shadows that started working on the hotel, repairing holes, opening the chimney and whatever else it was needed.

When it came to new staff, Niffty was a new addition that Charlie tried to greet before she was off to chase some cockroaches. But when it came to their new bartender, Charlie perked up as if he knew him already.

"Uncle Husk!" she said, hugging the confused humanoid cat that appear right there.

"Uh, what? Who... Charlie?" Husk looked around, patting the shoulder of Charlie confusedly until his eyes landed on Alastor. "Oh, fuck off."

"Hello, Husker. Nice trip?"

"I hate you so much."

"I am so glad to see you again!" said Charlie, squeezing the winged demon, maybe also in an attempt to distract from her dad. It was obvious she knew about the animosity between them and was used to it. "When was the last time we saw each other? On my birthday when I was 16? Aww, you are still as soft as ever!"

"Kid, we talked about this" said Husk, just tired now, and Charlie finally stand up, attempting to apologize profusely until he raised a hand up. "No, no, it's fine. I know you don't mean anything bad by it. Just saying. You, on the other hand..." added, pointing to Alastor, "where the fuck have you dragged me now?"

While Alastor was informing Husk about their new locations and new unvoluntary job, Angel and Vaggie got close to Charlie, who seemed conflicted because she couldn't get them to get along more.

"So you know whiskers?" asked Angel suddenly, making Charlie jump.

"Oh, Husk? Yeah, he is like... Uhm...." Very clearly she didn't want to say he was one of the many souls that Alastor owned. The whole owning soul thing never sat well with her", an associate who works with dad. For dad. He is really nice when you get to know him."

"Do you think he purrs when you scratch him behind his ears?" Angel was scratching his own chin, as if the question was of a high scientific consideration.

"I... I don't know? I never tried it."

"Mmm. I will have to do my own investigation into that then. Is he married?"

"No that I know of. I don't think so."

"I will take that then."

Once Husk resigned himself to his fate behind the bar, Angel went to talk to him as Alastor returned to the side of his daughter.

"So, my dear, what do you think?"

"This is amazing, dad!" And it was, really. For the first time since they had started building the place, for the first time it was starting to look more well put together. Vaggie could sense that there was still something that was bothering her, so she took her hand and squeeze it firmly. Charlie smiled to her before looking again at the radio demon. "Don't get me wrong, I am really happy that you are here. But... I kinda wanted to do on my own too. I shouldn't be relying on my parents to do everything for me alll the time."

"My dear, I am just merely giving you the tools that you need. This whole business is still fully yours to do as you please" Alastor came to wrap an arm aroud her shoulders and rub her arm. "I promise, I will do nothing but to make sure that this building keep standing for as long as I can. I won't interfere with anything else unless you asked me to."

Charlie visible relaxed at that, right before she frowned again.

"No more secret words for people to sign without knowing."

"Except that."

"Dad!"

"Charlie" Alastor pulled his daughter by the shoulders to look at her. His smile was still less sharp than usual, but his tone was serious now. "I will not argue about something that concern your safety. There is a lot of people out there who would love to have anything to use against me. I won't let them use you. That is not a risk I am willing to take."

It was clearly a losing battle, one that Charlie had already lost many times before.

"Fine. You could have still told me about it."

"You should have read the fine print too, dear. Remember what you father told you, don't take any shit from demons. That includes your very own old man" Alastor squeezed the red cheek of his daughter and chuckled when she pouted in response. "But you are right. If I ever decide that any changes is neccesary, I will talk you about it."

"Thank you" The expression of Charlie still didn't change for a moment as they saw the shadows work, but gradually dissolved as she looked at the floor. "Is... is papa ever going to...?"

"Not right now, dear" said Alastor. "You know how hard is for him to come out to new places."

"Oh. Okay" Charlie tried to not make known how much that answered dissapointed her.

"But he promised that he will, eventually." Alastor lifted her chin up and kissed her cheek. "That was from his part."

Charlie laughed, softly, and got on her tip toes to kiss his other cheek.

"That one is from me then."

"I will be sure to pass the message along."

Alastor took her outside to see the rest of the changes they were making. First of, the name "Happy Hotel" had to go. It made it sound like it was a kindergarten more than a center of rehabilitation. After a bit of back and forth, they agreed that Hazbin Hotel had a nice ring to it. Since Alastor would be spending a lot of time there, then he needed his radio tower to keep with his broadcast as well as to communicate with Lucifer back at the palace safely until the man was comfortable enough to move as well. Even with all the renovation finished, the place still looked chaotic and all over the place but they liked it all the same. Nobody could say that it lacked personality.

"It's almost dinner time" Alastor looked on his pocket watch, as the shadow workers came back to dissolve on the crack of the floor under him. "Your father is going to open a portal any moment now. Are you sure you don't want to come in, dear?"

"I am beat now" said Charlie, looking like it. Having a screaming match and fist fight with a reporter in live television could really suck someone's energy. "I think I am going to eat something and head to bed earlier today. But I will definitely go tomorrow. Maybe Vaggie can come in too?"

Vaggie smiled when Charlie searched for her hand, confirming with her if she wanted to come with her.

"I would love to" said, because she would, and maybe she could actually cause a better impression on the other father of Charlie than she had with this one.

Charlie always spoke the world of her parents, even if she could never really tell her who was one of them. If they were so important for her, then they were important for Vaggie too.

At least Lucifer wasn't a deranged sadistic murderer, so that should make things easier. Although, now that she thought about it, she didn't really know much of anything about the king either. Nobody had see him in many, many years, so up until now there were only rumours about how he looked like or his personality. She still trusted that if anything Charlie had said was true, then he couldn't be that bad either.

Alastor looked at her and then Vaggie standing at her side, squinting his eyes for a second before he shrugged.

"Of course, dear. I will tell your father about it. Speaking of the devil..." said with a short laugh as a portal opened up right behind him, "That is my cue for leaving. If you need me, dear, use the radio or call your father. Will be seeing you tomorrow."

"See ya! Thanks for everything!" Charlie waved her hand as Alastor crossed the portal. She was still waving when it closed right after him.

[fizzing-imagines]

Magic Wand | Army! Dom! Billy Hargrove x Sub! Reader

Notes: My favourite dynamic 🥰 This is filthy, so MDNI (seriously piss off), and this is my version of uploading smut without having to cut out an entire scene!!

Warnings: SMUT this is NSFW, MDNI

Words: 2.2k

"Baby, I'm home!", Billy yelled from the front door. The fact alone that he called you Baby meant that he came home without any friends. "I'm in the kitchen, daddy!", you called back. Your husband walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face, and it grew wider when he saw you cooking food. "Dinner's almost ready, you must be so hungry.", you said to him with your innocent doe-eyes. "I really am, baby." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Smells really good.", he added while watching what you were doing over your shoulder. "Thank you, daddy.", you said with a happy smile. Billy's compliments always felt so much better than the ones from anyone else. "Did my baby have a good day?", he kept asking. Billy wanted to know everything about you, from how your day was to your deepest, darkest secrets; and he was confident that he knew you inside and out. He was confident that he knew you better than anyone else. "I did.", you said happily. "I just had to do some vacuuming, that's all the chores for the week then." You had a sing-song voice while telling him what you did. He truly was so proud of you. "Very good job, baby. Do you want a reward after dinner?" You nodded your head happily. His rewards ranged from a shopping spree to a daytrip all the way to making you cum six times in one night. So you already got excited for what he had in mind for you. Regardless, you'd love what he had in store for you.

And you did. Once dinner was done, he took you upstairs for your suprise. He handed you a box with your reward in there. As you opened it, it was revealed to be something you've been talking about for a while - a magic wand. The only toy you ever truly wanted to try out. "Thank you, daddy!", you happily said as you fell into his arms. Billy gave a small laugh while wrapping his arms around you to hug you back. "You're welcome, baby.", he said. "Now, you know how I feel about toys. But I can't let my baby be left unsatisfied if I go on deployment." You nodded at his words, accepting his stance, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Can I try it out while you're at work tomorrow?", you asked him with a pleading face. He had his last day of work for the week tomorrow, and it would feel unfair to him if he gave you such a gift and not let you try it out. "Yes baby, you can. But just once, okay?" He trusted you to follow the rules he set up for you. Well, there were basic ones: Eat three times a day, brush your teeth twice a day, always be honest with daddy, all pretty regular things. Now these situations were temporary and spontaneous rules, but you always did a good job following them. He was so proud that his baby listened so well to him. So naturally, you agreed to his rule with a "Yes, daddy." and your signature sweet smile.

Next day came, Billy left for work early and you followed your rules at first; eat breakfast, brush your teeth, clean up after yourself. Like a good girl, you followed your rules. As for the toy...you wanted to wait a bit to make it worth it. You can only try it for one round after all. But at around 11am, you couldn't contain your curiosity anymore. You stepped upstairs excitedly and unpacked your new toy once again. It was simple to use: Plug it into an electrical socket and push a button to make it vibrate. Your friends have told you so much about it that you were excited to try it as well. After plugging it in, you got comfortable in your bed, pull down your panties and tried out your little magic toy.

He carefully patted your back while letting you cry it out. Once your crying went down to sniffling, Billy pulled you into his hug to give you a firm squeeze. "Are you okay, baby?", he asked while looking at you. Now he was back; nice and caring. "It hurts...", you mumbled. Billy whiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose. "I know baby, but punishment is never nice. Do you understand?" He put a strand if hair behind your ear and you nodded. "I understand, daddy.", you said before leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll order us food today.", he said after a while. "How does chinese takeout sound?" It wasn't your favourite, but you didn't mind it. Billy loved it though. You didn't dare to complain today. "It sounds good.", you mumbled. He carefully laid you down on the bed, got you a glass of water and let you rest up. Before ordering, he took the magic wand and put it out of your reach for now. Again, you didn't complain.

He took the best care of you for the rest of the day, drew you a bath, applied cream to the sensitive skin on your butt and finished the chores you missed. Once it was your bedtime, he carried you to the bedroom and tucked you in. "I'll keep a very close eye on how you behave in the next few days. Do you understand why?", he asked while adjusting your pillow. "Yes, daddy, I understand.", you said. He placed a kiss on your forehead before saying "Can you explain to me why?" You nodded before saying "Because I broke rules today and you need to see if I can behave again.". Billy smiled at you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "That's right baby, you're so smart." You smiled back at him. "Can I make a small request, daddy?", you asked shyly. Billy raised an eyebrow and said: "That depends, you know that I might say no." It made you pout a bit, but you firmly believed that he would agree. "Can you cuddle me until I fall asleep?" Billy smiled at you before replying: "Of course baby.". He got into bed next to you and spooned you. His arms wrapped around your waist while pulling you close to him. Maybe he did it to make you feel the sting on your butt and help you remember to behave - just maybe. "Good night, baby.", he mumbled.

"Good night, daddy."

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Guardians Headcanons (Rise of the Guardians)

Jack Frost

He loves ANY kind of game; board games, chase games, sports games, nonsense games - whatever it is, he’s happy to play it with you.

He’ll take you flying with him, but be ready for midair tricks and teasing.

On that note: pranks. Jack plays constant pranks - on you, on the other Guardians, on strangers, he just loves teasing people. He often recruits you to help play tricks.

You will NEVER be overheated again. Anytime Jack thinks you’re getting overly warm, he’ll create frost under your feet or send ice creeping up the walls.

He’s not always good at toning down his energy levels, but if you need a quiet day he’ll do his best to oblige.

North

The workshop is ALWAYS open to you. You can play with the elves, bother the Yeti, and “test” all of the toys. It can get a little overwhelming sometimes (the workshop is a very loud, busy place, after all), so you’re also welcome to retreat to North’s office if you need a break.

In his free time he enjoys carving toys and figurines out of ice, and he then imbues them with magic so they can do impossible things. Nearly every time you visit, he’ll make you something as a gift.

North will use the snowglobes to take you all over the world. Not just to other cities or countries, but to magical places no human has ever been able to see.

He is very dramatic, and loves playing pretend with you. He tends to get VERY invested in his role, to the point where his work has to be put on hold. “I can’t check naughty list now, can’t you see I am sailing this boat?”

North gives the best pep talks. He never wants you to feel like you’re anything less than amazing, and he’s wonderful at calming any fears you might have.

Bunny

The week before Easter, the Warren is insanely busy; but the rest of the time, it’s a very quiet, peaceful place. Bunny’s happy to bring you down there whenever you ask, to play or have a picnic or just enjoy the scenery.

Whenever you’re feeling down he’ll paint a few eggs for you, with your favorite colors and shapes and patterns. Then he’ll hide them where he knows you’ll find them.

He has a dozen nicknames for you, all of them affectionately teasing - ankle-biter, rugrat, nipper, etc.

He HATES cold weather… but if you really want to go out in the cold, he’ll always join you.

Any time you get tired of walking, he’ll set you on his back and run. He’s very fast, and it might be a little frightening at first, but he would never let you fall.

Tooth

Obviously she insists that you brush and floss daily, but she finds ways to make it a fun activity.

She’ll happily hold you on her hip while she’s hovering or flying near the ground. (She doesn’t like to take you too high in case you get scared.)

Out of all the Guardians, she’s the best at handling scraped knees or bumps on the head… but her bedside manner takes a little getting used to. “Oh, I know it hurts sweetie, but look! This bruise is such a pretty shade of purple!”

Tooth loves sitting with you while you’re asleep. If it weren’t for all the work she needs to do, she’d stay with you all night - she loves seeing you so peaceful and content.

Thanks to her abilities as a Guardian, she’s able to help you remember the most important moments in your life. These memories aren’t inherently good, but they are the moments that helped shape the best parts of your character. She’s happy to share them with you whenever you need them, and she’s already ready to comfort you if some of the memories cause negative feelings.

Sandy

He can help ANYONE fall asleep. Clinical insomnia, stressful day, too much caffeine - Sandy can knock you out in a moment if you want him to, with guaranteed good dreams to follow.

But, if you like staying up late, that’s fine too! Sandy is happy to take you along while he makes his rounds, showing you the night sky in different parts of the world.

He creates various animals or objects to send into people’s dreams. He’s also willing to make little toys or creatures for you to play with.

Sandy is a great listener. If you need to talk about your troubles, your bad day, your personal worries, he’s always there. Afterwards, he’ll offer to weave you a dream where things are different. Or, if you just want to get it off your chest and then move on, that’s fine too.

On a slightly related note, he’s fantastic with quiet kiddos. While the other Guardians might try to fill up silent moments with chatting, he doesn’t care if you never say a word. Your company is alway enough.

[writingsofwesteros]

hey there i love your work!! specially the web of lies series

could you please make a part 5? where larys finds out that lord lannister has been spying on reader while she is feeding his child or doing just mom stuff? but instead of derictly hurting the lannister he takes us where he knows that the lords will hear us?/ just to show all of them we are his? or before doing that our son plays faul tricks on order of his father and we confront him about it?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“You have to be careful.” You whispered into your sweet boy’s ear as you walked through the royal gardens with him. The little boy only chuckled up at you without a care in the world, which you loved. His free spirit was a delight to be around. Your fingers moved through his curls as you looked around.

Your two oldest sat on the bench; watching the clear water run by them. Giggles escaped you when a swarm of butterflies flew around you. The animals were always so strange here, you thought to yourself. They were always so up and personal like now as one landed and stayed on your shoulder.

“They love you.” Your little boy looked up at you in near awe as he tried to reach for the bright colourful bug. “And I love you.” You hummed and gently picked the little boy up and placed him onto your hip. Your son only giggled happily, which was your greatest achievement. All you wanted was for your children to be happy and safe; as well as your husband.

As ever, you hardly noticed the prying eyes, especially from a certain lion that seemed to not know the meaning of a married woman. Thankfully, your oldest had his father’s intuition as he called you over. “Have you found something?” You hummed as you gracefully made your way towards him.

You gently placed your youngest to stand next to you; his grip was tight on the skirts of your dress. You leaned in; your body bending now and giving the Lannister Lord and eyeful of your arse. You continued to converse with your children; happiness spreading across you before you were all interrupted by a loud cry.

“Oh, Lord Lannister..” You whispered out as you turned to him. His legs stuck in a large mess of horse droppings and it seemed your oldest was now holding bees towards the Lord. “Oh, no, we don’t do that. Not many people like them.” You cooed so sweetly to your oldest as you took his hand gently.

Your oldest only pouted; his stare growing cold when you turned away and he looked up to the Lord. He would need to speak to his father soon. His hold on you tightened as he moved into your side. “Can we go in now, mother?” He gently asked you whilst glaring at the Lord as he looked behind his shoulder.

“Of course.” You whispered; a soft frown coming over your face as you worried what had upset him. Your fingers moved through his curls as you began to round up your children. “Are you well?” You gently asked; placing your palm on his forehead as worry began to engulf you. He quickly nodded and kept a hold of your hand.

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“You have to listen….” You began to giggle as Larys’ soft lips moved to your own again and again. “I am listening. I always listen to you.” He whispered into your ear; his lips easily returning to your own once more. You giggled against his lips before passionately deepening the act whilst leaning against the wall of the corridor.

“We should go to our chambers.” You whispered out; cheeks so bright with your blush whilst his groping continued. “I like it here.” Larys hummed; his hands greedily moving to push your skirts up to your waist. Your head turning towards an opening where anyone could see or hear you. “Nobody will be here at this time.” He lied easily.

It wasn’t as if you could argue with him now; not when his touches were so good. He knew your body enough to have you melting for him. “Good girl..” Larys whispered; his hand moving to his pants and he unbuckled himself. “Larys…” You whimpered out, trying to be quiet as your weeping pussy brushed over him.

“You are soaked, all of this for me?” He purred; his hand moving up and down your sides as he slowly jerked his hips. His cock moving through your soaked folds; brushing against your clit with each. “Yes, only for you.” You babbled out breathlessly as your hands moved to rest on his shoulders.

Larys smirked into your neck; softly mouthing at your sweet skin as he marked you for all to see in the morning. “Good girl.” He hummed and slowly pushed inside you. Your pretty lips parting for him. “Oh gods…yes..” You were always so vocal and it seemed you had forgotten where you were, much to his delight.

Your walls fluttered around him, welcoming him home as you arched towards Larys. Your hands gently cupping his face. “I love you.” You whispered to him before leaning in and lovingly capturing his soft lips. Your tongue moving over his bottom lip as you tried to focus. “I love you too.” He whispered into your ear.

His thrusts soon picked up speed then, which they usually did when you became so soft for him and declared your love. Your head fell back against the wall again as you whimpered out his name. Your stomach was already tightening in pleasure as he pushed against your spongy spot with each thrust.

His hand moved to capture your bouncing breast; still filled with milk that Larys greedily moved in for. “Oh gods..” You cried out when his hot mouth engulfed your sensitive nipples. “Larys!” You whimpered out again and again as your hips rocked to meet him; eager for your release to come.

Larys only hummed; he was good at keeping his own pleasure at bay, unlike the buffoons of court. As he saw through the eye of a bird; Lord Lannister watched the display of pleasure in front of him. Half in disgust and arousal as you fell apart for Larys. You squirted around his cock whilst he still happily thrust inside you.

His tongue circled your nipple again and again before harshly sucking for the milk. “Please..” You whimpered out, hardly knowing what you were begging for now as your fingers moved into his hair. You pulled Larys closed as your free hand reached for his arse too and kept him deep inside you.

His cum flooded you as his release was soon upon him and in that moment he completely forgot about the audience leaving now. All that mattered was you. “You have to talk to your son..” You pant out. Your head falling back as Larys hummed. “I will..” His answer was muffled as he still sucked your nipple.

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 8

-Mine-

Warnings: fluff, angst. Billy is an extremely soft boyfriend to y/n 😭

A/n : long, lots of time jumps, No music for this chapter because I honestly didn't know what to use.

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*y/n pov*

I stiffen beside him. I started to have a small panic attack because I didn't want to release him to that devil.

"Baby, i will be ok, I promise." He says when he noticed me start to panic.

"No, you won't. You're going to get hurt because of me, I should have taken you home last night." I sadly say.

"Look at me princess, I wanted to stay with you last night, my father can go fuck himself because I don't regret spending time with you, time I've been craving with you." He says. Kissing my cheek.

"Billy, you should tell Chief Hopper about your father. He would lock him up forever ever"

"NO!, no, I can't he's my father." He says angrily. Clinching his fists. I rest my hand on his hands, and he relaxes under my touch.

"I can't avoid him all day, I may as well get it over with." he said with a sigh. He puts on his last night party clothes while giving me a quick kiss before he runs home.

*small Billy pov*

Seeing her scared as I left her house gave me anxiety.

"Please don't be home." I plead. Quietly opening the front door, I saw broken glass everywhere but no sight of him or Susan. I sighed in relief. He must have left early for work.

"Billy? Is that you?" Max called from the living room as she was trying to clean some of the mess.

"One and only shitbird," I snapped.

"Where were you last night?, were you finally with y/n?" She teasingly asks.

Wait, how did she know?

"I know about your crush with her. You're very obvious in the school parking lot, and you have bruises all over your neck." She giggles.

Angrily, I pushed her into the wall and griped her small wrist tight, and her eyes went wide. "S-sorry" fell from her mouth. Immediately, I regretted everything.

"Yes, I was with y/n she picked me up at the warehouses because I was drunk, also she's my girlfriend now, don't tell anyone..." I sighed, letting go of her.

Max gave me a small smile and a nod.

"I like y/n very much, she's awesome, she's kind to me."

"I know, kid, I know"

"Um Neil was very pissed that you weren't home last night, he sort of destroyed a few things." She said with a little bit of fear in her voice as she pointed to the broken glass.

"Never mind that I'll take care of that, now let's go get my car, I'll take you to the arcade, but no hanging out with that Sinclair kid, you got it?" I say.

* Time skip Monday at school*

*y/n pov*

Seeing the fresh cuts and bruises on Billy's face this morning made me ferocious and nauseous.

"I'm ok," he mouthed across the hall, but his eyes told me otherwise. Standing at my locker, waiting for everyone to disperse to their classes, the hallways now empty, I made my way to him with glossy eyes, standing on my tippy toes. I gently held his face. "B-baby." I croaked. As he leans into my hands with his eyes close.

"I'm fine, sweetheart, but this isn't the worst of it." He plainly says as he lifts his shirt, revealing deep colored bruises that littered his torso.

I gasped as I lightly brushed against them. He wipes my tears away.

"How about we head to class, yeah?" He asks softly.

*small time jump*

The bell rang for free period, I couldn't wait to see billy yes I know I had a class with him but it it was only one and seeing him in between classes in the hallways was Torturous.

Nancy and I made our way to the gym as usual, Robin was already there sitting at the bottom of the bleachers.

"So girls, do you guys have any prom dates yet? Nancy asks.

"I'm going with Vickie!" Robin happily says with a smile.

"Really that's great! Finally you made a move." I teased.

"Oh, shut up." She playfully snaps.

"What about you, Nance? Who are you going with?" I asked.

"Weeeelllll, I'm not sure yet." She says.

laughing. "What do you mean?"

"Jonathan and Steve both asked me." She says.

"I thought you and Steve were a thing?" Robin chimes in.

"He's being total bullshit right now!" She snaps.

"Jesus Nance, you really need to sort out your love life. The dance is literally tonight." I laughed.

"Well, you go on than, who are you going with?" She asks.

I look briefly at Billy from across the court, who was talking to the coach.

"I'm not going, nobody asked me." I say sadly. I really wanted them to know that I'm finally in a relationship with Billy, I know they didn't exactly approve of him, but they wanted to see me happy. Plus, a dance wasn't Billy's scene.... right?

"I'm surprised Hargrove hasn't made a move on you yet. Sometimes, it seems like he is saying "I love you" with his eyes when he's bulling you." Robin says.

I snorted, "I highly doubt a person like Hargrove would even like nor love a marshmallow like me." Smiling head because I knew for a fact he loved my curves.

Nancy and Robin got quiet when they noticed Billy was directly behind me. He really needs to stop doing that, I thought to myself. He started to drag me away from them. Leaving them confused.

"Don't worry, ladies, your precious Y/n will be right." He chuckles while we walk out the door.

He pins me to the wall "your not a marshmallow, but if you are, you're my marshmallow." He whispers into my ear, giving my earlobe a few nibbles."You taste sweet like one, " he smirks as he hovers over me. Giving me a passionate kiss.

Pulling away, I slap his shoulder "Billy what the hell, you can't be snatching me up like that."

He rolls his eyes. "I got something to ask you"

"What?"

"Go to prom with me." He grins.

"Of course I will go to prom with you, but I thought it wasn't your scene. Also, what about everyone else?"

"You're right. It's not my scene, but I will do anything for you, and I'm not worried about everyone else, I'm not going with them, I'm going with you." He says.

Grinning pulled him down for a quick kiss.

"Love you Hargrove."

"Love you too y/l/n," he grins.

Walking back into the gym I was trying to not show any emotion so the girls Interrogate me to death.

"What was all that about?" Robin asks.

"He wanted me to do his upcoming science homework, and if I refused, his bullying would be harsher." I say faking annoyance.

"Y/n, you really need to not let him get to you like that." Nancy says sadly.

"If only she knew." I thought.

"Well, I just decided that I'm going to dance tonight, even if it's by myself, I wanna have fun."

Nancy squeals, "we are going to have so much fun!!!, are you driving? Or do you need a ride?"

"Thanks, but I'm driving myself," I say. Looking at Billy from across the court, I saw he was smiling at me.

*small time jump*

The school day was coming to an end, I started to get a bad feeling in my last class like something was going to happen, and boy, something did happen.

Standing at my locker, I deposited the textbooks I didn't need to bring home, feeling someone slip beside me, I thought it was Billy but I turn around to see hazel eyes staring back at me. It was none other than Tommy Hagan with Carol glued to his side. I slammed my locker closed and started to walk away from them towards Nancy and Robin, Nancy was my ride.

"Where do you think you're going, y/l/n?" Carol sneers.

"None of your fucking business, Perkins." I say quietly. Walking away.

"The fuck you say? You fat bitch." She shouts causing my friends and any remaining students to up at the scene.

Stopping in my tracks I turn "you fucking heard me." I sneer. Nancy and Robin's eyes widen because they never saw me talk back to anyone.

*slap*

I felt a stinging sensation on my right cheek, I started to laugh a bit, and this causes Tommy to slam me into the lockers. Robin and Nancy started to run towards me, feeling light headed from the back pain from hitting the locker with so much force I start to Collapse, a warm arms caught me in time before my knees hit the floor. Looking up, i lock eyes with the ocean eyes of Billy's.

He handed me over to Robin, who looked scared and confused.

"What the fuck are you doing, Hagan?" He calmly said as his nostrils flares.

"Teaching the fat cunt a less...." He got cut off as billy punch him in the jaw. Pinning him down in the hallway and starting to beat the shit out of him.

"B-billy, stop, I'm ok." I say weakly, try to regain my breath.

"HARGROVE STOP!" Nancy shouts.

Hearing this he snaps out of his tunnel vision, looking at me with concern.

"Come here, please." I plead. He drops Tommy's shirt.

"I told you not to say that about her, I want you to leave my girl alone from now on, you hear me motherfucker?" He angrily says.

Tommy nods and spits blood on the floor with Carol helping him up.

Billy walks to me and Robin.

"Can I please hold my girlfriend." He asks quietly.

She nods with a small smile and hands me over to him.

"Thanks, Buckley." He says as his arms instantly wraps around me.

"No problem, Hargrove, please take care of her, and if you hurt her, you have me and Nancy to go through." She points at him with a Stern look.

Laughing a "yes, ma'am."

"Do you mind if I take her home, Wheeler?" He asks.

"Not at all... see you later at the mall y/n, " She says.

"Let's get you home, beautiful," he says to me.

Previous Chapter

Part 9

Masterlist

2023

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Frostfire

Created two OCs who accidentally ended up being rather...into each other...the brainrot is real. I'll go about posting their profiles once I've fleshed them out, just needed to get the brainrot (and need to headpat them) out

Ren's fingertips brush over his staff tucked away beneath his cloak, reassuring him that his weapon is still there as he and Calix walk down the busy alleyway of Night Plaza. Even after having been here so many times, Ren doesn't feel the slightest bit relaxed walking through anywhere in the Night Plaza. Calix, on the other hand, looks as carefree as ever.

“Come on, come on, don't look so stiff! Take in the sights, the atmosphere, and if anyone tries anything well…we both know what will happen. We're the strongest after all!” Calix grins at him. The other half-Fey's hands are clasped behind his head as he turns backwards to look Ren in the eye.

Ren sighs, “we're on a mission that Dave deemed important enough to send the both of us. Shouldn't you be at least a little bit concerned?”

“Nah, he trusts us to get it done. Might as well enjoy ourselves while we're at it!” Calix laughs, grabbing Ren's wrist. “Come on! Let's check out that new store!”

Ren lets himself be dragged along by the younger half-Fey, remembering a time when Calix was the quietest member of Dave's Justiciars. The half-Fey's face had been clouded in anger, brilliant dark green eyes narrowed as he scowled, declaring he needed no friends when Ren had tried to talk to him and then stormed off to his room. To think that had been Calix only ten years ago, the mere thought brought a smile to Ren's face.

“What are ya smiling about? Share it!” Calix's face is suddenly far too close for Ren's comfort and he takes a step back.

“Come onnnnn! Tell me!” Who knew Calix was actually this energetic, no one could have guessed that the half-Fey who could always be seen heading to the training room by himself late at night was actually like this past his shell.

“Nothing.” Ren waves him off. “Didn't you want to check the new store?”

“Oh right, yes. The new store. This way!” Calix resumes his happy little detour and Ren quietly follows. Dave had given them more time than necessary to complete the mission anyways, a little detour wouldn't hurt anyone.

The new store turns out to be a new weapons store that had just set up shop today. After checking the owner's permit, Ren lets Calix browse to his heart's content while he observes the store owner, watching the way they carefully handle the knives as they explain to Calix how the knife was made.

Calix looks like a child when he fawns over the knife, Ren thinks. Nothing like the broody teenager facade he usually puts up. He's cute when he smiles like that, if only he smiled more often and around more people, then he wouldn't be scaring everyone off. He'd actually have more friends than just me, and it'd benefit him. I wish other people could see how adorable he is when he's —

" —en! Ren!"

"Huh?"

"Weren't ya listening? Ah asked which one ya prefer!" Calix pouts, holding out two knives. Ren looks them over, they're both pretty but the sapphire embedded into the hilt of the one on the right complements Calix's eyes, so he picks that knife.

"I'll take this one then!" He turns to the store owner who thanks him for his purchase and heads to the back of his store.

"Let's go then, Ren! Ah can't wait to try this new toy out!" Calix happily waves his new knife before sheathing it, patting its hilt. "We'll tear through everyone together!"

Together. If you had asked Calix to work with anyone back then, he'd have rejected the work right there and then, asking for another job instead where he could work alone. To think that Calix would casually agree to work with him, heck even ask him to join him for the job, Ren huffs in amusement and follows the overeager half-Fey to the house where their target lives.

Calix follows the map to a run-down house tucked away in the corner of a dark alleyway. Ren gives the perimeter a quick glance, ensuring that there are no threats in the area while Calix knocks on the door.

"Hello, anyone there?" Calix yells impatiently after a few seconds of silence. "Hello?"

"Calix —"

"Hmph, we come all the way here and yet get zero hospitality. Wha kinda client is this person anyways?" Calix pouts. "Why does Dave even need the both of us, can't he just send one of his lackeys? I'd rather be doing anything else!"

Ren's hand shifts to rest on his staff as a chill crawls up his spine. This isn't good in the slightest, his instincts are screaming at him to fight, but there's no enemy in sight. Calix is still angrily rambling at the closed door, seemingly oblivious to the bloodlust in the air but the little twitches of the fingers on his left hand say otherwise.

The signal for look up.

Ren's gaze flicks upwards discreetly, spotting a figure darting across the rooftop of the house next door and inclines his head. Calix scowls at the door and taps the hilt of his new knife three times.

Three enemies spotted.

"We're here on behalf of Mr Dave to discuss some terms with Mr Jakob. You see, Mr Dave would like to sell more drinks of the gods to Mr Jakob, but he is not running a charity. Debts must be paid in full and on time." Ren states calmly, tapping his pant leg another three times.

Six enemies total.

Six enemies are nothing for the duo, they've faced worse odds before and emerged victorious. Ren is confident in their skills, what he's worried about is ensuring Mr Jakob is alive at the end of the fight, especially when a Human answers the door.

The Human has grey mixed in with his dark brown hair, and Ren can see the slight bulges in his jacket pockets where guns most certainly lie. Well, if anything, this should be fun. He hasn't had a real challenge in years.

A quick glance to his right tells him that Calix is also rearing to go, but is waiting patiently for his signal. Ren feels a sense of pride surge through him, the younger half-Fey has come a long way in terms of self-restraint, speaking volumes of how much he has grown.

"Mr Jakob has stated that he will deliver the payment next week. Disturbing his rest for a matter that has already been laid to rest is nothing short of rude." The Human says. "My men will escort you out of the premise."

Calix snorts in response, "more like attempt to escort us tah the next life."

The Human raises an eyebrow, amused and turns to leave, closing the door behind him but one of Calix's knives slots itself into the gap between the door and its hinge, preventing the door from fully closing.

"Hey. We ain't done talking yet." He growls. "Ah have one more question to ask."

"Ask away." The Human doesn't even bother to turn around to face Calix, a fatal mistake.

"How do ya wanna die?" The words come out as a snarl and Ren readies himself for a fight.

"Die? Shouldn't I be —" The Human's words get lodged in his throat, pinned there by a knife with a sapphire embedded hilt and everyone springs into action.

The sound of a gun being fired sounds to Ren's left and he expertly diverts the bullet's trajectory with a simple sweep of his staff before swinging the bottom end outwards, striking the stomach on the enemy approaching him on the right. The goon stumbles back with a grunt of surprise but doesn't get a chance to recover before Calix's knife tears open their throat.

The half-Fey sends Ren a smirk, "two," and darts off to get his third kill. Ren feels the fire of competition roaring in his chest and his next strike splits open the skull of his opponent. He won't lose to Calix, he's the older one and needs to set an example.

Calix, meanwhile, grins as he dodges a bullet, sending a fireball forward before leaping towards the flames, slicing open the forearm of the grunt holding the fired gun with the dagger in his left hand while parrying the wild shortsword strike from the other grunt caught in the flames. The familiar thrill of combat floods through his veins as time begins to slow, allowing him to run his fingers along the flat length of the shortsword and set it alight before stabbing the shortsword's wielder in the ribs. The wielder cries out in pain, a sound that delights Calix's acute hearing and uses what's left of his strength to swing the now flaming shortsword in Calix's direction.

The half-Fey clicks his tongue and tries to move out of the way, but the wielder grabs the hand that is still holding onto the knife tightly and Calix nearly doesn't make it out unscathed, saved by a staff covered in ice.

"You really need to think about the consequences of each move." The staff's owner deadpans, sweeping his staff in an arc to shoot a row of icicles at the other grunt who has switched his gun hand to his uninjured side.

"Haven't died yet." Calix simply grins, ripping his knife out of the body. Ren rolls his eyes and Calix shoots a flameshot in his direction, the flames barely grazing silvery-white hair. It does, however, incinerate the enemy behind, killing him before a single shot can be fired.

"Yet," Ren reminds him as lightning crackles in the sky above.

"Bout time a Mage showed up." Calix twirls his knives. "I'll go get mah new toy back, kill the Mage and come back fast enough to steal ya remaining kill. See ya!"

With that, the far more reckless half-Fey disappears, leaving Ren alone with a spear-wielding Fey.

"How nice of him," Ren quips sarcastically, grip tightening on his staff. Still, it was nice of Calix to let him have the Fey not the Mage. Killing Fey was more his thing than Calix's since he constantly strove to prove that magic wasn't everything to a Fey. Most Fey, heck most half-Fey had more affinity for magic than he did, but as if he was going to let such a measly fact stop him from being the strongest. He'd rise up in the world with his staff wielding skills combined with the little ice magic he had. He'd been training, sparring with Calix, using the scuffles his jobs included as more practice, and now he was far stronger than when he left his tribe. They were the weaklings now, and he would show them all that.

"Come on then, or are you scared of a mere half-Fey?" Ren beckons the Fey forward with his index finger, a smirk decorating his face. The Fey's features twist into one filled with disgust, a look Ren is long used to, and the Fey spits at his feet.

"Your kind sullies our blood with the sickening filth that is Human blood, it's the very reason why our kind has been tainted!" The Fey charges forward, spear tip pointed at Ren who calmly smiles back, gaze as cold as ice.

"Tainted? How exactly, may I ask?" He sidesteps the thrust, feeling the cooling wind on his face and thrusts his own staff at the Fey, who barely manages to lean away from his strike.

"You're the very product of a tainted marriage! I can't stand the sight of your kind!" A powerful gust of wind is shot at Ren but he quickly spins his staff in front of him, feeling the chilly hints of his ice magic crawling up his forearms before sprouting forth to create an ice wall that splits the gust in two, sending each part roaring past him.

Without hesitation, Ren darts forward, ducking beneath a wind slice and brings his staff upwards, aimed right at the Fey's chin. His blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes burn with a cold fury unlike the usual calm and stoic look as he slams his staff as hard as he can into the Fey, sending them stumbling backwards.

Ren had to give the Fey some credit, they still tried to squeeze in an attack with their spear despite being on the back foot but it's not enough. He jumps over the sweeping spear, bringing his staff downwards hard on his opponent's head with a sickening crack. The Fey snarls in pain and fury, blood dripping from the top of their head, dyeing their golden hair crimson but Ren doesn't give them any time to breathe.

His staff is a blur of brown, striking over and over again like a serpent while the Fey struggles to defend, made harder by the blood that drips occasionally into their eyes and when Ren remembers to breathe again, the Fey is lying dead on the floor. His own blood drips steadily onto the stones beneath his feet from a gash in his side.

Struggling to bring his breathing under control once more, Ren tries to blink the world back into focus, the corners of his eyes blurring from hot tears. Shit. He feels his body start to tip forward, his staff unable to support him anymore when a pair of bloody arms catch him.

"Dyin on me already?"

"Not. Yet." Ren pants, fingernails digging into the arm supporting him as he pushes himself upright.

"Sure sounds like it to me." Calix flashes him a cheeky grin, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm.

"As. If. I'd die. Before you." Ren wipes his forehead, blinking away the remaining tears. "I said I'd outlive you."

"Keep on dreamin." Calix lets Ren lean on his shoulder anyways, guiding the older half-Fey back to The Last Drop. Ren lets his head rest against Calix's, inhaling the familiar scent of ash and blood that Calix exudes after every fight. It's comforting, Calix's warmth, and Ren feels his eyes start to close.

"You're dyin' alright."

"Just…resting…"

"Rest when we get back. Ya fought well." Calix grunts, somewhat reluctantly, but Ren appreciates it all the same.

"About time you recognised that." Ren can't help but laugh despite the pain it brings, his heart soaring when Calix joins in the laughter. His laugh is short and rough, a sweet melody that carries with it a genuineness rarely heard.

Calix quietly slips a hand into Ren's, a small blush forming on the tips of his ears when Ren squeezes his hand. No words need to be exchanged, everything that needs to be said has already been said in the simple gesture.

Now all that's left to do is go home. Together.