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[cactus-cuddler]

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Natasha Romanoff

x !female reader

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Word count: 1444

Plot: You have been engaged to Natasha Romanoff since your penultimate year of high school and you will get married in a few months. You have only one regret in your entire relationship: not going to the prom because you were afraid to show yourself to the world for who you are.

Genre: romance, fluff

Author Note: English is not my first language so please excuse any grammatical errors/horrors. If you like it let me know and if you have any requests just write to me!

It is a cold and rainy day. You’re in your bed with your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, watching your favorite film for the thousandth time. Lying next to each other, she hugs you from behind, gently stroking your head. The warmth of the blankets and the comforting embrace of Natasha from behind make you feel safe and loved. You and Natasha have been engaged since the penultimate year of high school, and now, in a few months, you will be married. You can't wait. The thought of spending your life with Natasha fills you with anticipation and joy, even on dreary days like this.

Just being with Natasha can turn a rough day into a sunny one. The movie, about teenagers having their love story, ends with the prom where the protagonists are crowned “King and Queen of the party.” It reminds you of when you were that age and didn’t attend the prom with your girlfriend because you were afraid. You hadn’t come out yet, and the thought of not being able to kiss or dance with your girlfriend made you decide not to go. This is one of your biggest regrets, you would have liked to be more courageous but you wanted to deprive yourself and your girlfriend of a magical moment.

You look sad, wishing you could have lived that teenage love without hiding. Natasha notices and asks, "is there something wrong?” you just say “no,” shaking your head. What’s important now is that you have the love of your life here with you. She’s not convinced, but she doesn’t insist. She leaves a kiss on your forehead and holds you tighter.

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You fall asleep before the movie finishes, and Natasha wakes you up.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Natasha teases, gently tickling your nose to rouse you from your slumber. You blink groggily, your eyes meeting hers.

"Good morning, pirozhóchek,” she says, and you melt. This nickname means “little cake.” She loves cake, and she loves you, so you’re her little cake. “Good morning, darling,” you say rubbing your eyes.

“Today we’re going shopping!” she announces.

“You hate shopping,” you remind her.

“I know, but there’s a special dinner with my team, and someone told me I can’t go in my uniform,” she says with a smile. You recognize the hint (you are that someone) and agree to go shopping with her.

After breakfast, you get dressed and head out. Walking hand-in-hand through your little town, you feel at ease knowing everyone now knows about your relationship. The sky is clear, and the sun is shining. You insisted on walking instead of taking the car so you could enjoy the beautiful day, look at shop windows, watch children playing, and pet some stray kittens.

There is a small store that sells pretty dresses at good prices. The shop is charming, decorated with plants and flowers that fill the air with a lovely scent. Natasha gives you free rein to choose a dress for her, and you’re excited. You’ve never seen her in a pretty dress since you met. You carefully look at the dresses, searching for the one that makes you think, “This is the dress for her.” Natasha walks close by hands in her pockets. When she sees some guys looking at you, she takes your hand to make it clear that you’re hers. You smile at her every time.

“Do I have such an ugly body that there's nothing that would fit me?” she asks, tired. “You have the opposite problem. You’re too beautiful, and no dress would do you justice,” you reply determined to find the perfect dress. Your eyes land on THE dress. It’s perfect for her. It stands out from the others, its design and color scheme seeming tailor-made for Natasha's unique beauty.

“I won’t wear that,” she protests, but you don’t listen. You take her hand and lead her to the dressing rooms. When she comes out, you can only say, “Wow.” She’s gorgeous.

“You’re beautiful,” you say in a faint voice. “I can’t go around dressed like this. I look like a princess who needs to be saved, and I’m the one who saves others” she says. You approach her, making your noses touch.

“For once, you will be my princess,” you tell her, and she smiles at you. You share a small kiss on the lips, and she goes to change and pay for the dress.

"For you, anything," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

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After lunch, she says she has to work, leaving you alone at home. Sundays are usually your days together, the only day you don’t have to work. It makes you sad, but you know Natasha’s work is important. You decide to put on your favorite music and eat your favorite ice cream to keep your Sunday happy and lazy. Someone knocks at the door. You hope it’s Natasha, even though you know it’s impossible. There’s a package in front of the door, addressed to you. You haven’t ordered anything online, and Natasha didn’t mention it, but curiosity gets the better of you, and you open it. Inside, you find a golden letter and a dress. Not just any dress, but the one you would have worn to the prom years ago. The only person who knows about that dress is Natasha. Your smile can’t be any bigger. You open the letter and find a prom invitation:

“For students who attended this school year, you are all invited to participate in the prom.”

At first, you think it must be a joke or a mistake, but the second piece of paper in the envelope reveals you have the best girlfriend in the world: “Thank you for coming to prom with me. I’ll pick you up tonight at 7:00.” It’s only two hours till 7:00, and you’re a mess! If only she had told you earlier.

You’ve never prepared so quickly before. When the doorbell finally rings, you're putting the finishing touches on your ensemble, a nervous excitement bubbling within you. With a deep breath, you open the door to find Natasha standing before you, radiant in the dress you had chosen together, a single red rose in her hand.

“Such a beautiful lady,” she says, handing you the flower. She offers you her hand, and you take it. Together, you head to her car, where she plays the songs you used to listen to in high school, bringing back fond memories.

“Where are we going?” you ask, noticing the unfamiliar route.

“It’s a surprise,” she replies, and you hum along to the songs. She parks in front of a beautiful park and blindfolds you, carefully leading you inside. When she lets you see, you’re in the middle of a meadow, surrounded by balloons, speakers, and a stage. Just the two of you.

The sky paints a stunning backdrop with shades of yellow, orange, and purple, and the dim sunlight adds a romantic touch to your little corner of the world.

“I know it’s not the same because there’s no one else, but I wanted you to be able to dance at your prom too,” she says, starting the music with a remote control. “Will you allow me this dance?” You hug and kiss her passionately before starting to dance to the notes of “My Love Mine All Mine.” She gently caresses your back while you dance, and you hold her tight as if nothing could ever separate you. After the dance, she goes on stage and pulls out a crown and a microphone from a box you hadn’t noticed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like your attention,” she says, looking straight into your eyes.

“It’s time to name the king or queen of the ball.” She pauses for dramatic effect, then announces, “The queen is you,” inviting you on stage to crown you. You share a kiss that leaves you breathless, stopping occasionally to look at each other and smile.

“Anyway, I was tempted to give the crown to that squirrel,” she whispers pointing to a squirrel that was in a tree near you making you laugh.

“You’re still in time,” you tease, and Natasha laughs.

“I think it’s the best prom I’ve ever attended. Thank you so much, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, pirozhóchek.” The wind gently caresses your hair as you continue to dance, this time on the stage, the clinking of your heels accompanying the music. Time passes, but you don’t notice it. Your bodies are touching, your hands intertwined, and your love uniting you is all you need at this moment.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Doppelgänger

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst, self-image issues, mentions of childhood trauma, addiction, our mans has had it rough as fuck™

A/N: Brought on by this post from @tarjapearce and the comments i made (I'm sorry i am a ho for some angst sometimes) I'm merging ATSV stuff with comic stuffs because NO WAY IS HIS MOVIE DESIGN LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE WITHOUT IT POSSIBLY COMING UP IN FUTURE MOVIES ASDFGHJKL

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You came home and it was quiet. Quiet and dark; and already you knew something was up. You left Miguel sleeping so you could attend to some meetings and paperwork at your office, and pick up a few groceries.

Miguel had been acting strange the past few days. You'd asked him if it had something to do with work and he simply shrugged the question aside, like it was a small chip on one of his broad shoulders.

You'd asked him what was bothering him again, and he simply stared at the carpet, muttering something you didn't quite catch, and he went straight to bed.

You were so worried you'd even texted Gabriel on your walk home:

Hey, Gabe...

Heyyyy! If it ain't my favorite brother's girlfriend!

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a soft snort. You only have one brother, Gabe.

No no, chica, I meant that you're my favorite of any girlfriends he's ever had. 😂

Gabe that sounds a little... Bad. 😬

Does it? Woops! Anyways, what's up? My big dumb, brick-house brother do something to make you mad?

No, Gabe... He's acting weird. Has been for the past few days, and he won't open up to me. I'm worried.

You could see the chat bubble pop up over and over again with '...' signifying that he was in the process of texting. With how many times it popped up and went away you were expecting a bible scripture's length of a text wall.

But what you got instead made your heart sink.

He saw our mom. She... She brought up Tyler.

Oh, god. You knew that Miguel and Conchata had a rocky relationship. Miguel had told you why. It was so bad, even just recalling everything, that you felt Miguel's pain like it was your own.

You also knew that Miguel's biological father, Tyler Stone, was the one that manipulated him, that used him, got him addicted to Rapture and almost killed him...

But it wasn't even the real dose of Rapture. It was simulated. Just another manipulation tactic. It was overhearing that conversation that Miguel found out the truth of his heritage, and you could tell that nugget of knowledge permanently chipped his sense of identity.

Even moreso when he confessed to you about Gabriela--

Your phone pinged.

They fought. It was... It was ugly. I... I didn't know about Tyler. God, chica, I didn't know. Dad was...

You felt your heart flop, knowing poor Gabriel was shielded by Miguel for so long so he didn't have to suffer like he did at the hands of their gaslighting and manipulative mother, his sadistic sperm donor... Miguel wanted nothing more than to protect Gabriel from that pain.

Your fingers flew fast on the little keyboard, a few spelling errors here and there;

God, Gabri im sory you had to fidn out that way

I know. It figures Miguel would have told you, before me, tho. He loves you.

He loves you too, Gabri. God, more than you know. He loves you.

I know. He was trying to keep me safe and out of Mom's drama.

No offense, Gabri, but if I ever see that woman I'm rearranging her face with a shovel.

OMG. I mean... After the things she said to Miggy, I... Kind of want her to at least feel consequences of her actions, y'know?

Oh, she will. Don't worry. Thanks for telling me this, Gabri.

Go cuddle my big brother and tell him I love him, k? Let me know how he's doing.

OMW home now, I'll text you when he's feeling better.

KK, see ya.

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Yeah. You knew for sure Miguel was still heartbroken when you came home after that.

You put the groceries away, a somber expression on your face as a million thoughts went through your head.

God, of course Conchata had to come see Gabriel at the same time Miguel was there. You wouldn't be surprised if either she could have tabs kept on him, just to... to try and lord her power over him somehow, like he was still that scared little boy, holding onto his baby brother, being his shield and buffer from their parents' fights.

That bitch had to have had a hand in Tyler using him the way that he did, that she had to have known about--

Your mind was knocked away from those dark thoughts when you heard glass shatter.

You dropped the bag of apples onto the ground, the fruits tumbling out and rolling across the floor as you made a mad dash to your bedroom.

Noting Miguel wasn't in there, you turned to the adjoining bathroom door, seeing faint light come down from below, small wafts of steam rolling out.

"Miguel?" You frantically called out, knocking on the door and leaning your ear against the smooth metal.

You could hear shuffling and the tinkling of glass shards, as well as the shower running; but no verbal reply.

You knocked on the door again, hurried and a little too hard, your fingers hovering over the control panel.

Before you could push a button, the door slid open.

Miguel was in nothing but a pair of boxers, leaning over your bathroom sink, his hands gripping the marble countertops, threatening to crack the material. Beads of water rolled down his muscular, tanned skin; droplets of water dripped from the ends of his thick, wavy chocolate locks, the natural curls more apparent thanks to the water.

That's when you noticed it. Your bathroom mirror, shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering the counter, floor, and in the sink.

Bright, scarlet droplets were on the floor, steadily building into small puddle from his right hand, his knuckles split, shards of the reflective material sticking out of it.

"I'll pay for it." His voice croaked out, unable to lift his eyes to meet your horrified gaze. "I just--"

"Oh, god! Miggy!" You breathed, reaching out, taking a step towards him, only to wince and hiss when the pieces of broken mirror stabbed the soft, delicate soles of your feet.

You gritted your teeth as the glass crunched, but you grabbed Miguel.

Instantly it was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel's head snapped up and he looked down at you, seeing the bloody footprints you now left on your tile.

He looked terrified at what he was seeing. How you just ignored the shards in your body in favor of frantically digging around one of the cabinets for your first aid kit.

"Bebita... I..." Miguel choked out.

When you found it, you killed the shower and stepped into the glass once again, pulling him into your room, and onto your bed, your feet leaving bloody prints as you walked, like macabre rose petals being left in your wake. Miguel had a large enough stride that he was careful to avoid getting any in his feet, but the smell of your blood permeated the air, it made him sick to his stomach. Not with disgust.

With guilt.

Of course, you checked him over first, plucking out the shards of glass from his knuckles and cleaning the cuts out with wound wash, ignoring the blood welling up onto the tile floor of your bedroom from.

You carefully roll his hand as you try to wrap the gauze around his knuckles. "Miggy, can you hold your--"

"I'm sorry." He interrupts.

You looked up at him, and only then do you see his face. Framed in his wet curls, his face was shadowed and haunted, his eyes dark and as tumultuous in a maelstrom of anxiety and fear.

You bring your hand to his cheek, caressing one of his sharp cheekbones with your thumb. "Baby, it's okay. It's just a mirror, I can--"

He shook his head, as if your touch to his face burned him like a hot iron.

He leaned over, grabbing your legs and pulling your feet into his lap so he can assess the damage, and return the favor of cleaning and dressing them.

"You're hurt because of me." He whispered sadly, dabbing the blood away.

"I'm hurt because of the glass, honey." You tell him gently, letting him apply the "honey" to the cuts in your feet, sealing them.

His massive hands encapsulated your ankles, his thumbs rubbing small circles as the rough pads caressed your skin. Like you were made of the delicate gossamer of a butterfly's wing.

He sits like that, not meeting your eyes. And god, did that hurt you so badly. You knew how important eye contact was with Miguel, he almost always went out of his way to keep eye contact when he was conversing with someone. Having him avoid your eyes... hurt.

Because you knew he was hurting.

"Miggy." You breathed. "Talk to me."

You move your feet from his lap and scoot closer to him, moving your face until he locked eyes with you again, and you could see the pain and the tears fill his own as he looked at you; his full, pouty lips trembling in an effort to hold his emotions at bay.

His shoulders dropped low, and Miguel leans forward until he was practically bent in half, clinging to you, burying his face in your chest as he fisted your shirt in his hands.

You rubbed his shoulder with one hand, biting your lip as he softly cried into your blouse, your other hand combing through his messy wet hair.

You stayed like that, for what felt like hours. You weren't sure how long it was exactly, with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights off. The only light that dimly illuminated the room was from your bathroom, and the open door.

He finally calmed enough to speak, to explain why he shattered the mirror.

"...I look like him." Miguel said, his heart in his voice, his soul stripped down and naked with raw pain.

"Mig--"

"God, I look like him. That... that cabrón." He hissed, tugging your shirt in his fists.

"I look like that bastard that... that made me into this." The self-contempt in his voice broke your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, murmuring against him. "No, you don't, baby."

"Yes, I do!" He snapped, pulling himself away from you and throwing himself to his feet. He paced like an angry tiger in a cage, waiting to swat at whatever keeper dared enter his enclosure. He didn't notice that he was stepping into the sticky, dried blood trails you left.

"I have his--his face. His fucking face--" He said, gripping his hair in his hands, tugging as he started to hyperventilate. "My fucking nose, my fucking cheeks, my fucking lips--they're all him! I'm not allowed to be me, every time I look in the mirror I see him! I can't ever get away from him! He's a part of me, he always will be! I fucking look like him!"

You get to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your soles as you dared to reach out, to touch the pacing tiger.

Your hands smooth up his back, gently, softly; then back down until they wrapped around his mid-section.

You feel him, how tense he is, how his muscles flex at your touch almost like he's bracing himself for some kind of blow that simply will never come from you.

You rest your cheek against his back, feeling how hot his skin was burning.

"Baby. You don't look like him. You aren't him, and you never will be." You whisper.

You plant kisses wherever you could reach, not letting him go, feeling his body shake with each shuddering breath as your soft lips made contact.

"More importantly, Tyler will never be you."

"I--"

You cut him off. "Listen to me... Did Tyler figure out multi-dimensional travel, build a strike force of super-powered people from across the multiverse? Does Tyler, almost every day, work to keep dozens--no, hundreds--of universes safe from monsters?"

He didn't answer.

"And did Tyler Stone protect your baby brother from your mother all these years?"

No answer.

"You are Miguel-goddamn-O'Hara." You tell him. "I love you, with trauma, quirks and all. I love your little scritch-scratches you make, the way your bottom lip pokes out when you pout, your crooked teeth when you smile. I love your ridiculously large body, I love how you hug me. I love the little snores you make when you fall asleep at your desk, how you crinkle your nose when you're about to sneeze.."

You feel his hands slowly rise to touch your arms where they're almost-locked around his larger frame.

"I love how sweet and gentle you are. I love hearing you curse to yourself when you shock yourself with your soldering gun... I love listening to you bicker with Lyla, or complain about one of the other Spiders bugging you." You place more kisses after each sentence; hoping each one plants a seed of love beneath his skin, to bloom into a garden that he can admire and love, not hate for the very skin he was born with out of illegitimacy and infidelity.

"Tyler Stone is not you. He never will be. He will never be as good as you." You sigh against his skin, feeling the goosebumps form in the cold of your room, now that the adrenaline of his anxiety was beginning to fade, and his body became aware of the water that was slowly drying and cooling his skin.

"I love you, Miguel O'Hara. You and no-one else. Don't ever think for a second that you don't have your own identity because of your genes."

He slowly turns in your grasp, looking down at you with raw, unclothed emotion as his hand touches your cheek.

"You're more than that. You're you, and I wouldn't have you any other way." You say, your tone set and jaw tight; every word you spoke carrying a hefty weight of seriousness and honesty.

He smiles, almost sadly as you feel the rough pads of his thumb against your cheek, the little talon there poking you but not breaking the skin.

"...I..." He said, his voice stiff as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"I really will pay for your mirror, you know."

You grin up at him and turn your face so you can kiss the palm of his hand.

"I know you will, Miggy."

"But I am curious... I felt like you were going to keep going with the affirmations." He said, raising an eyebrow slowly.

"Well, the last one..."

"The last one?" Miguel tilted his head down at you quizzically.

You grin at him again, your teeth showing and eyes creasing as you barely manage to reach around him, swatting his ass playfully.

"I also love the fact you have the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man."

He couldn't contain the snort that came out of him, and he reached up to cover his whole face with his other hand.

"Mierda..."

You giggle as you step around him, giving a playful swat to his ass once again as you walk by.

"C'mon, Miguel O'Hara. You got a broken mirror to clean up."

His shoulders lifted as he watched you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen as he smiled.

Yeah. You were right.

He was Miguel O'Hara.

And he was certainly going to pay you back for the smacks to his ass.

[theplanetsandstars]

Touch. F.W

A/n: this is very short and rushed but I needed it out of my drafts. English isn’t my first language and I apologize for any grammar errors. This is shit angst but that’s what I love <3

Summary: You and Fred have been dating for a couple of months. Now that it’s public he’s acting less affectionate towards you, why?

Fred Weasley was unlike anyone you had been with before. Those who had you before only wanted your body, not your heart. The showed you off like a prized possession instead of treasuring you. But Fred was caring and told you to express you’re feelings and never hold anything from him. That he was there for you for all you’re pretty and all you’re ugly he would stick around, that’s what he would say. That was even before your relationship with him went public he was so sweet.So why wasn’t he the same around his friends?

Sure around yours he was touchy-super touchy. Always had his hand on you no matter what, whether in was on you’re thigh, the small of you’re back or even just snakes around you’re body that was his love language, physical touch. It scared you at first the touch, because it usually came with intentions. But with Fred it was different, it was affectionate.

So of course it meant something to you when he almost refused to touch you when his friends were around.

One day you were going off to hogesmade with you’re friends and without Fred, just a girls day. But you knew that he would be out with his brother and friends as well. When you entered the three broomsticks with youre friends you immediately recognized the red head sitting with his friends in the far back corner he simply smiled at you. No big hug or even just a wave just a smile which you didn’t return back

Luckily you’re friends helped you forget all about it but, that’s wasn’t enough of a distraction to prevent you from seeing him wave at some blonde Gryffindor who walked in. That’s the first time an instance like this has happened and even though it bothered you to you’re core, there was no point in arguing with him, you didn’t want to be a bother.

About a week later you were heading to one of his quidditch matches cheering as loudly as you could for you’re boyfriend. Once it was over Gryffindor had won, as expected you were so excited and proud of you’re boyfriend who had worked so hard for this. You rushed to the outside of the changing rooms to wait for him where many other people were waiting as well. “Hey! Who are you here for?” You heard a girl ask you turned and saw the blonde who Fred waved to from the three broomsticks you smiled at her “Hey! I actually here for Fred” you said and hee smile dropped a little “oh I didn’t know Freddie had a girlfriend” she said and that made you’re heart drop

Not only at the nickname but also at the fact that they’ve probably talked and hung out but he’s never mentioned you or the fact that he has a girlfriend? You needed to leave you could not see him when you were like this, reafy to argue and yell at him but he’s cluleless and just won a match you thought. It’s better to simply distance yourself for right now. With that in mind you turned around and pushed through the crowd of people and ran back to you’re dorm.

Unbeknownst to you Fred did look for you. Looked everywhere high and low wasn’t listening to what anyone was saying because he was trying to find his girl. Once he couldn’t find you he saw Aubrey, the blonde Gryffindor girl and decided to talk with her all the way back to the Gryffindor common room where again, you were no where to be found. Fred was starting to get irritated just wanting to find you and be in Youre arms. He turned to Audrey who kept talking about quidditch match “hey have you seen y/?” He asked interrupting her mid sentence “uh yeah she was waiting for you outside the locker rooms but then she just left” a frown appeared on Fred’s face you wouldn’t just leave like that you had reason “uh any chance she said where she was going?” He asked and Sophia simply shook her head no

Fred decided to look for you in you’re dorm knocking anxiously “Hey love it’s me open up please” you had been crying in Youre dorm but you couldn’t let me know that “one sec!” You called out as you quickly composed yourself and cleaned up you’re dorm a bit “hi Fred” you said once you opened the door. He just looked down at you and admired you, although it had only been a couple of hours he missed you so much. He bent down to kiss you but you turned you’re head the other way “um Fred I’m really not in the mood, I’m really tired” you said while looking down.

He flashed a sad smile at you “no intention dove I wanted to kiss you just to kiss you” he placed two fingers under you’re chin and brought you to look at him, but tears were slowly forming in you’re eyes. Once Fred noticed this he immediately started wiping You’re tears. “Hey hey love, it’s just me you’re okay it’s okay” you turned around ashamed that you allowed yourself to cry in front of him “M’fine im sorry im just-I don’t Even have a reason to be crying” you tried to laugh it off while Fred simply soothed you and brought you to sit down on the edge of you’re bed.

“Love I know you said it’s nothing and it’s fine if it’s nothing but it doesn’t seem like that, no one cries for no reason, so talk to me please, I’m always here for you” you tried you’re best to smile at him “m’fine i promise i don’t know hormones or something but I’m fine” you lied, he looked disappointed he knew you were hiding something and he just wanted you to tell him “so why weren’t you outside the locker room then like you said you’d be?” Fuck, lie quick “I wasn’t feeling very good I actually left a little before the game ended” you lied again but Fred didn’t want to pressure you any further.

“Okay c’mon let’s go to sleep” he said with a smile on his face. You two had gotten accustomed to leaving you’re belongings in each others dorm. You just smiled and nodded while he made his lips meet you’re temple before getting ready to sleep.

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The next day you woke up and reached for Fred, wanting to feel comforted. Only thing was that he was gone, he left before you had gotten up. Even though you guys didn’t have a sex you wondered why you felt used, off. But you got up and got ready for you’re day.

“Hey y/n!” Luna smile at you “hey Luna how are you?” You asked her and her smile dropped “i should be asking you that don’t you think?” You loved Luna but sometime you truly had no idea what she was talking about “what?” You politely asked. “Oh well I simply thought that you’re boyfriend leaving early in the morning from you’re dorm to hang out with Sophia wasn’t a very nice thing to do” Sophia, the blonde Gryffindor, what the fuck was he doing with her? “Oh I didn’t even realize” you told Luna and she simply frowned and walked away

You went through you’re day wondering what you had done to fuck things up with Fred. We’re you too much? Too hard to love? Or not enough and that’s why he spent so much time with Sophia. You’re thoughts were interrupted by Harry, “Hey y/n you alright? You seem a bit well, off” you put on a smile “yeah yeah im fine what’s up with you?” You asked “okay well you better be alright Fred said you were going to the party with him tonight” he said happily. Harry had always been a good friend so of course he didn’t realize what he’d said would affect you. “Oh. Oh yeah! Um of course I’ll be there” you said catching yourself. You and Harry continued walking through the halls when you saw Fred with his group of friends.

You’re face dropped and you stopped waking. “Um I’ll meet up with you later Harry alright?” You told him before turning away, but it was too late Fred had already spotted you and excused himself to go after you.

“Love wait up!” He called out but you continued walking.But of course Fred’s height and legs helped him watch up to you rather quickly he stood in front of you looking down to meet you’re eyes but you couldn’t look at him. Trying to escape you tried to go around him but he quickly caught you.

“Hey is this a joke? Cause it isn’t fucking funny what’s wrong?” He asked concerned “It’s nothing Fred I’m just trying to get to class go back to you’re friends yeah?” You told him “no no you’re not trying to get to class you’re trying to get away from me so can I at least know what I did?” He asked now pleading praying that you would tell him, but you didn’t if you were already too much why keep bothering him?

“It’s nothing to do with you okay? I’ve just been super stressed lately is all” you told him calmly finally getting the courage to look up at him. He frowned a little “okay dove is there anyway I can help, you know I could do you’re muffle studies homework for you” he offered “no I just need to resolve this on my own thanks though” you said with a slight smile. “ I hate to see my pretty girl like this okay? So truly if there’s anything you need love I’m here okay?” He reassured you, you simply nodded and said you’re goodbyes.

Walking through the halls all you could think of was how he called you “my girl”. If you truly were his why did he barely let anyone know? Why didn’t he show you off around his friends but was completely fine with touching you behind closed doors. Why didn’t he mention going to the party, one that he’d told Harry that you’d both attend?

How had you now ended up at that same party looking for you’re boyfriend. You decided to go to the party and finally explain to Fred you’re feelings and actions. You prepared yourself for the worst.

Even after preparing yourself-you got scared. As soon as you got to the part you started taking drinks swearing it was for “courage”.In reality at this point in the night you were trying not to see him

The common room was loud, lights and people everywhere. Fred? Nowhere to be found. He really never was going to tell you about the party. So imagine his surprise to see you

“Love?” He asked from behind you, you could smell the alcohol on his breath. Or was it yours? You were unaware at this point.

“Im so happy your here! Come say hi to everyone” he exclaimed. His face fell once he saw tears run down your cheeks.

“You don’t want me Fred. You don’t want me around your friends, so.. I don’t want you around me at all.” You whispered

Fred looked confused. Had he heard you? You didn’t stick around long enough to find out before bolting out of the common room.

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You woke up in Fred’s bed, how? Once you opened your eyes and realized where you were you freaked out, but the pounding in your head was enough to make you stay in his bed. He was in the shower, you had enough time to run out but you decided now or never.

He walked out of his bathroom with only a towel around his waist. “G’morning love, you doing alright?” You just smiled at him as he got dressed and then sat beside you.

“So, do you wanna talk about last night?” You made eye contact with him and nodded slowly. “Fred yesterday was not the way I wanted things to go but I do believe I meant what I said.” He looked confused “so you don’t want me around you?” Just the thought brought tears to your eyes.

“Fred I may just be dramatic but I tried to ignore it I really did, I tried to ignore the way you wouldn’t hold me around your friends, the way you never invited me around them, God I tried to ignore Sophia and how you act with her but I just can’t!” You sobbed

“Sophia? The way I act with Sophia? Love please explain I’m begging to understand you take deep breaths okay?” He said softly. That was enough to make you hide your hand in your face as you cried. “Hey, hey no let me see your pretty face, take your time. Deep breaths my love”

“Fred you know how I’ve been treated in the past , the whole physical affection thing. But you never touch me around your friends. I’m sure you don’t mean to do it to hurt me but holding me, showing me off or something would be nice.” You confessed while looking at the bed sheets, looking up to see him with a soft smile on his face.

“I love holding you alone as much as I love holding you in front of others. I have no problem holding you in front of my friends I just fought you didn’t want it! I know how you’ve been treated and I would never want to show you off like an object. Then I thought you would feel obligated for me to touch you so I’d retract. From now on I promise to always hold you in front of my friends, anyone, fuck even the entire world okay? I just need you.” He declared

“All I need is you.” He reassured

“Then what about Sophia?” You asked with your insecurities taking the best of you.

“What about her?” He asked confused

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, talking to her and acknowledging her more in public than me.” You said with a frown on your face

“You even left your dorm with me in it the other day to go to her!” You exclaimed

“Your right I have been doing those things, if I can be mean with you for one sec darling she’s been annoying me. I don’t really enjoy any other girls company besides yours. So the other day I left our dorm early” he corrected “ so I could tell her to fuck off, just more politely of course”

You laughed, your tears had stopped, Fred always knew how to do that. How to make you feel better.

“So am I still yours pretty girl?” You laughed and kissed him in response

———————————————————————Today you were supposed to go to hogesmade with Fres friends. You walked in together, hand in hand. He made sure everyone said hello to you and most importantly. His hand was on you at all times.

[chixkencxrry]

kiss goodnight

Summary: Miguel breaks into your apartment. NSFW.

Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI. they’re both insane. Blood play. Fingering. P in V. Dirty talk. Mutual degradation. Mutual bad behavior. I wrote this instead of sleeping, so there WILL be errors.

His hands rested on your hips, fingers sprawled has he touched as much as he could, the rough skin of his palms feeling, feeling. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breathe. The scent of the lavender candles you’d lit seemed overwhelming. His lips whispered on your skin, begging alms with his want of you.

“Miguel…” you murmured, making fists of your hands. “How did you get into my apartment?”

“You forgot to lock your spare room window.” He mumbled, hands rucking up his t-shirt you’d been sleeping in, cupping the globes of your ass. His fingers massaged the flesh, groping it as he kissed your clavicle.

You groaned, hands now pressing onto his massive shoulders. “I changed my locks for a reason.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, nipping at your neck. “The reason being you’re a brat.”

At that, you almost giggled, but you stayed strong for a full minute before he kissed you. His lips soft and tongue seeking, he tasted of beer and his mouth was a familiar spark of desire. You hadn’t been a brat. Well, at least not by your standard. Miguel hadn’t spoken to you in over a week so you reacted sanely. If you’d really want to be a brat, you’d have burnt his precious Spider Quarters or whatever nerdy name he’d called that ugly ass skyscraper downtown . But no. You’d been sweet. Merely changing the locks and throwing out the apology lilies he’d sent you in day five.

Biting down on his lower lip, you drew blood, making him pull back and red eyes glared at you. At his faux anger, you giggled. Mouth stained with blood.

“Brat.” He cursed, hands pulling themselves off your body to rip the t-shirt from you. “I knew you were naked under here. You were just waiting for me to come in here and fuck you like some deranged psycho?”

“Like?” You mocked, sucking tour lower lip to taste his blood. Your hands ran down the length of his bare torso, down to the waistband of his shorts. The crazy bastard had climbed into your bed in his underwear. “Baby, you are a deranged psycho.”

He growled, resting a hand on your mound whilst his fingers rubbed your centre. He rubbed the growing dampness all around before he began to target your clit with his index and pointer. Miguel smirked down at you as your breath slowly hitched. He kept a circular motion, watching you twitch and shiver. So weak for him. So responsive. He’d fuck you all night for your attitude and mark you warm him cock all morning.

Miguel grinned when you gasped as his index finger slipped inside you. “You’ve been playing with this pussy while I’ve been gone?”

Through your lashes you teased. “What else was I suppose to do?”

“Fuck,” he muttered. Thumb pressing against your clit. “Insatiable slut, you couldn’t hold off for a week.”

“Fuck you.” You mumbled with less confidence as he added a second finger and your orgasm neared. Fuck him and his big ass fingers. Your vibrator had been a loyal friend for the past few days. “You didn’t even call.”

He sped up, the moment growing closer as you grinder on his hand. “Liar. You didn’t answer.”

“That’s not…ah…that’s not…oh my god…fuck…Miguel…” stars dotted your vision as he dragged your orgasm from you. Even his fingers did you better than your loyal little vibrator. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

“Pathetic. You didn’t even last long enough for another finger.” He condemned, pulling your hips close to his and unfurling himself. Miguel let the heavy warm rod rub against you, dragging the tip along the length of your pussy. You bit your lip, finger nails dragging along his stomach to the root of his member. You watched as he teased it, hissing as the sensitive head went in and out of your weeping centre. The feeling making you tremble.

“Look at that,” he mumbled, watching your essence coat him. “This pussy missed me, huh?”

Flickering between want and rage, you spat at him but screamed a moment after when he filled you to hilt. “Jesus!”

“So fucking arrogant.” He snapped, hand winding itself in your hair. “You’re going to pay for that.”

You couldn’t even speak. The bed rocked as he fucked his thick cock into you, spreading and burning through you with quick, deep thrusts. Miguel’s teeth grazed your neck as he pulled your hair back, teeth in your skin. When they broke the barrier, you cried out, muffled by your own sobbing from his pace.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Taking my cock so good. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Your nails scraped at his skin, filling beneath them with dirt and blood. You tried to hold onto something for sanity. Clenching round him, a jolt of pleasure went through you as he groaned in your ear. Miguel kissed you, tasting his blood in your mouth and you tasted his anger. Good, you thought, he should feel half as angry as you had.

The bed creaked and slammed into the wall with a steady tattoo. It created a song, creak, slam, creak, slam. Your hands went down his back, gripping the firm cushion of his buttock as he fucked into you. His fingers went between the tight space of your bodies to your clit and began to rub the swollen organ.

Between the passage of his thickness going deep and harsh into you, and his steady rub that began to build, you were powerless. Eyes burning of tears, you wept to your second orgasm.

“You look pretty when you cry in my cock. Look at that little face, crying like a good dirty whore.” He spat but his face was kind in the dark as he kissed your tears, licking the salt clean. Miguel’s hips began to move again, making you cry some more in subtle pain. This seemed to egg him on more. “I’m going to fuck you broken.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hiya!💗 my request, is about Lloyd Hansen, where like the reader accidentally does something to make him mad, and it kind of like flips a switch in him and they fight and he says something really mean, it can be about maybe the reader does something to make him mad, maybe he points out something about her and makes the reader insecure and then the reader becomes distant then Lloyd notices and realizes he messed up and tries to fix it?? Love your work btw 💗

hey! thank you so much! I hope you like it!

summary - the reader does something that causes lloyd to snap, he says some words he doesn't mean, and she becomes distant. do they fix their relationship?

warning - angst, thoughts of cheating, insults, slight fluff, self-hate.

the gif I use isn't mine, the divider by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You were a smart girl. Why had you done something so stupid?

You had decided to clean the house while Lloyd was away, wanting him to come home to a clean house. You didn’t mean to knock liquid over vital documents. It was an honest mistake. You didn’t know they were the only copy, you had tried so hard to fix your error before Lloyd came home, but unfortunately, you didn’t do it in time.

“What the fuck is this?” Your eyes shoot up, and you stare wide-eyed at Lloyd. His eyes dart down to the destroyed papers. His brows furrow as a sneer appears on his face. “Are those the fucking papers I needed?!” He storms over, ripping the drenched papers out of your hands and glaring down at you. 

“I–’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to–” 

“Trying to what? Ruin everything?” He growls, chucking the papers into the trash and looking around the room. “You couldn’t just leave shit alone? You had to be annoying and ruin everything like you always do!” You blink as tears blind your vision, Lloyd’s frown deepens, and he grips your arm before dragging you to the door. “Oh, are you going to cry now? Of course, you are! Because that’s all, you know how to do! I don’t even know why I’m with you! You’re not even my fucking type! So fucking ugly and useless.” He growls, the words just spewing out of his mouth now without thought.

You gulp back the sob that’s trying to make its way out. You nod your head slowly, freeing yourself from his grip, before running out of the room and to your and Lloyd’s room. You grab some of your clothes and move them to the guest room, not feeling comfortable staying in the same room as Lloyd. You spent the night crying into your pillow. What made it worse was that you could hear Lloyd inside the house, having the time of his life. 

A stabbing pain made its way to your heart when you heard the sound of a female laughing. You slowly got up and began to get ready. You didn’t want to be here if Lloyd was going to cheat on you, which hurt the most because you never thought he’d go that far, but you guess you really disappointed him. 

You slither into tight black pants, pulling on a tight black mesh corset covered in flowers and gold. You slide on your black-heeled boots and mess your hair up slightly before applying light makeup to your face, finishing it off with a dark red lip. You decide to spray Lloyd’s favourite perfume onto your skin, loving the musky scent of vanilla.

You open the door and begin to walk out of the room, making sure to grab your bag and phone before walking through the hallway and past the lounge room where Lloyd and the mystery woman sit. You keep your head up, not wanting to see who your replacement will be because you know it will break you even more. 

“Baby! There you are! Where are you going?” You hear his voice but decide to ignore him. You continue to walk down the steps and toward the front door. You are so zoned out that you don’t hear him calling out to you or running to catch up to you. You are only brought out of the zone when he seems to grab your arm, and Lloyd frowns when you flinch from his touch. 

“What, Lloyd? What could you possibly want now? Don’t you have a whore waiting for you upstairs? Couldn’t have waited till you broke up with me to fuck someone else?” You glare at him, not wanting to be around him. 

His brows furrow, wondering why you are acting like this or why you’d think he’d cheat on you. His eyes drift down your body and take in your outfit, wondering where you could be going wearing something like that without him by your side. Before he can open his mouth to say something, you rip your arm out of his grasp and swiftly exit. 

It’s been a few days since the fight, and Lloyd has noticed you’ve been avoiding him. You become distant whenever he manages to be in the same room as you— A shell of yourself. You’d flinch whenever Lloyd touched you, causing his heart to break. He couldn’t put his finger on why you were acting like this.

He’s sitting at his desk in his office, going through some paperwork. His phone goes off, causing him to groan as he answers it. “What?!” You do not mean to eavesdrop on his phone call as you walk past his office. “What do you mean you can’t get rid of her?! Didn’t I pay you enough?! I told you that she’s useless to me! So what the fuck are you waiting for?!” You jump slightly, feeling detached more as you realise this is over. You should’ve left that night. You knew he slept with her when you came home. How else could you explain the destroyed lounge and his messy clothes? 

You gulp, head back to your room, and sit on the uncomfortable mattress. Your head goes into your hands as sobs escape your body. “Why do I have to ruin everything? Why am I so fucking ugly and useless?!” You sob, tears flowing down your face as you realise you’ve lost the one person you’ve ever loved. You are so lost in your pain that you don’t see Lloyd standing at the door, his eyes tearing up as he listens to your words. He finally realises why you’ve been so distant. “I’m so fucking pathetic that he goes and fucks someone after a fight. Why me?” 

Lloyd quickly launches forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you and holding your shaking body against his, rocking you gently as he whispers into your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He presses a kiss into your hair, tears flowing down his face. “I love you so much, and I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. You’re my one. My only.”

Your body leans into him as he continues to hold you. “I never cheated on you, Pumpkin. She was the target, but the men I hired screwed up, and she got away.” You slowly turn, looking at him through blurry eyes. Lloyd’s heart breaks at how broken you look. He leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to forgive me now. I will do anything and everything to make this up to you. Whatever you want is yours.” He stares into your eyes before he stands and lifts you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, about to ask where he’s taking you until you realise he’s heading toward your room. “You’ve been sleeping on that awful mattress, and it’s time for you to stay in our bed,” Lloyd demands, lying down on the bed and wrapping you into his arms, making a promise in his head that he will never hurt you again.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Clothes Shopping, Spencer Reid

Word count: 1.6k~

I have never felt more award in a store. Looking around me, I find myself a bit weirded out by the store I'm currently in while waiting for Spencer. Mannequins dressed in fancy suits litter the male clothing store while shelves hold the same pairs of oxfords, each pair barely changing with the shades of black and brown they possess. The men at the front registers wear what the store advertises, and their posture is so straight and unchanging that they could be mannequins as well. When Spencer said he needed to shop for some new work clothes, this place wasn't exactly what came to mind.

"Spence, you almost finished?" I ask from behind the blue curtain of the changing stall. The clanking of a belt against the floor sounds through the dressing rooms before the constant thump of Spencer's jumping feet follows it. "Need any help?" I ask him with a smirk, gaining an odd and almost annoyed look from the worker at the changing room desk. These people are really stuck-up.

"I'm almost done, (Y/n)," I hear him say, his voice showing mild frustration. A little concerned, I pull back the curtain to see my husband having trouble getting his pants on, my eyes quickly catching the error in his ways.

"Spencer, honey," I state, walking into the small room with him and placing my hand on his shoulder. Spencer doesn't stop in his movements, however.

"It's okay, I got it," He assures me, making me smile and shake my head. I probably shouldn't be so amused at Spencer being so uncoordinated, but who wouldn't at least be a little tickled by their husband putting on his pants backward?

"Spencer, you really don't," I tell him, sliding my hands over his. He stops in his actions before looking up at me with pleading eyes. No matter what, he will never audibly ask for help, but the pitiful puppy eyes I get from him sells him out every time without fail.

"You kind of..." I begin, only to cover my mouth with a hand as I try to conceal my oncoming laughter. "You have them on backward," I quickly explain to him in a whisper, his eyes immediately shooting wide open before he turns in the mirror to see himself.

"Oh my God," He mutters, finally smiling in amusement. Turning back toward me, he sighs before looking down at the front of his pants that are technically the back. "That explains why this," He gestures to the middle seam line fighting for its life. "Felt weird."

Laughing again, I shake my head before handing him his original ones. "I think this is a sign," I note, gaining a quizzical look from Spencer as he begins to take off the pants.

"Why do you say that?" He asks, sliding the ugly pants off before putting on his original pair, meeting my eyes once he's pulling his zipper back up.

"Because these clothes," I start, gesturing to the area around me. "Are not you," I point out, earning a slight nod from Spencer. "You are sweater vests and black converse, not... tight-ass jackets with leather shoes that need more care than a small child."

He smiles at me before nodding in agreeance. "Rossi recommended the place," He explains, "I didn't say anything when we came in, but..." He leans in closer, beginning to whisper. "I hate everything I picked out."

Shaking my head, I stifle a laugh before gathering the unbought clothes together over my arm and hanging them up on the rack by the dressing room doorway. With Spencer back in his original clothes, we head out of the store, but not before gaining a few pointed glares from the mannequins at the front desk, of course. Hand in hand, we head across the mall to another clothing shop, one that I think will be better for us.

Last time I came here to the mall, I noticed the mannequins in the windows were wearing outfits that Spencer would wear - you know, clothes for a mid-century banker. Without hesitation, I went into the store and found a few things for him, to which I purchased and brought home. When I gave the sweaters to him, I didn't know if he liked them or not, but whenever I noticed he started to only wear the three jumpers I got him without switching back to the other ones he already owned, I knew he liked them.

"Go crazy," I tell him, gesturing to the men's clothes section. Watching as Spencer's eyes scan over the many shelves and racks of his type of clothing, I smile. "I'll be looking at the dresses," I inform him, pecking his cheek before heading over to the women's section.

A few minutes pass, leaving me to myself while Spencer fills his arms up with clothes he likes. I'm glad he's finding a lot of things he deems wearable and his style. He hasn't gone clothes shopping since he first joined the BAU, and even then, I was the one to find everything for him since most of it was from magazine catalogs sent through the mail. Now those clothes are so old and worn out that everything either has holes in them or the color has faded a few shades.

Only finding one dress and a pair of heels, I head back to the dressing rooms where Spencer's trying on his clothes. I knock on the wall beside his stall before pulling back the curtain and walking in. Spencer stands in the mirror, smiling proudly at himself and his new clothes. A dark brown wool coat sits on his shoulders while a black, soft-looking button-up lies beneath it followed by a matching pair of dark brown pants.

Turning toward me, he smiles with a light laugh that shows his happiness. His innocent smile is like that of a child's smile on Christmas. I guess finding clothes that he genuinely likes feels like a blessing to him, and for me, it truly is a blessing.

"Do you like it?" Spencer asks, making my smile turn into a grin. Walking forward, I adjust a few things before smoothing down the fabric of the blazer.

"I do," I tell him. "It looks very nice on you; it's sharp," Turning my eyes up to his, I furrow my eyebrows together. "This isn't all you found, right?" I ask him.

Turning toward to the chair beside the mirror, he points at the gigantic stack of clothes. "No, this just happens to be my favorite," He sheepishly admits, making me laugh. Kissing the handsome man, I rest my hand on his chest before looking back at the mirror.

"It looks nice on you," I repeat myself from earlier. "I hope you're getting it," I tell Spencer, his eyes going down to the dress over my arm as he nods.

"What did you find?" He asks. Smiling, I pull the dress from my arm and hold it up for him to see. "I like that," He notes. "You should try it on."

Agreeing with him, I begin to pull my shirt off as Spencer moves his news clothes onto his lap while sitting down in the armchair. Moving onto my pants, I unbutton my jeans and slide them down, giving Spencer a small show at the same time. Peering back at him, I see his eyes watching me intently while resting his chin on his hand.

"Enjoying the view?" I ask him with a smirk, his smile reappearing above his perched arm.

"I'll never stop loving my wife's amazing body," He answers proudly, making me blush. Four years of marriage, and he still manages to make me feel the same way I did when we were dating.

Pulling the dress over my head, I push it down the rest of my body and watch as it nicely conforms to my legs and waist. Grazing my hands over my clothed curves, I smile at my reflection in the mirror just as Spencer had done with his. The dress is long-sleeved and made of a black, silky material that clings and spans down to the space above my knee. The neckline is a little low too, showing the tops of my shoulders which makes it appear seductive, yet sweet. Sliding on the silver pumps only add to the seduction of the look, making me smile. It's not a bad look for me.

Turning my eyes to the new reflection behind me, I feel Spencer slide his arm around my waist before tugging me close to him. "You look..." He begins, his eyes lingering on his grasp on my hips in the mirror. "Absolutely gorgeous... and sexy."

Smiling even more now, I turn toward him fully and wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his other arm around my waist to match the other. Looking back at the mirror with me, Spencer smiles. "We look like we're ready to jump back in time," he points out, making me giggle.

He's not too far off, we do look as if we're trying to recreate a picture of Marilyn Monroe and Marlon Brando, and I love it. What I don't love is the sweater that my eyes catch peeking out of Spencer's stack of clothes.

"Spence, honey, why'd you pick out a sweater with armadillos all over it?"

[lopsicle]

We’ll Take Care Of You

TickleTober Day 8, Exposed Body Part

Characters: Lee! Vox, Ler! Velvette, Ler! Valentino (Romantic, polycules give me life), Zestial (Background/Implied Zestmilla).

Summary: Vox gets injured during a fight with other overlords; Vel and Val help treat his injuries.

Warnings: Fighting, Blood, injuries, scars, Valentino.

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Blood. Vox couldn’t tell from where it was pouring, his whole body felt like it was trying to rip itself apart, the distinctive sting in his abdomen clued him in though. The way his leg wobbled beneath him also wasn’t a good sign, he couldn’t keep himself supported for long, his knees hit the pavement. Fuck, why was there broken glass there’s?! Oh right, from his screen. It has been shattered, a large, ugly crack covering his right eye.

He might’ve convinced himself he was on a bad trip with the way his sight was glitching out, different shapes and colours all buzzing in his vision, much like the ones you’d see flashing on an error screen, worsening his throbbing headache. Weakly, a swarm of wires emerged from behind him, crackling with electricity. He lunged his arm forward, commanding them to ram into his assailant, who side stepped easily.

“Thou hath grown weaker since the disappearance of The Radio Demon.” Zestial commented, making his screen flash with a furious, cyan blue brilliance. Vox’s eyes shot open, well, his one good eye did, Zestial had created a sizeable crack over his over one.

“Tell me, art I noht worthy enough to be a challenge to thou?” Zestial asked, his lanky figure looming over Vox, seeming much bigger than it ever had before. Vox stares up at those soulless, toxic, feeling much like a fly caught in Zestial’s web.

“Jesus, y-you proved your point..” Vox managed to muster enough strength to speak, though it was muffled beneath all his static and glitching. Zestial tilted his head, leaning down to examine Vox, his suit torn with sweet, blue liquid pouring from his wounds, face destroyed and humiliated. Zestial smiled and returned to his full height.

“It appears that I have. I hope this serves as a reminder to thou of whom the real overlords of this realm are. Do not think about spitting poison in the direction of Carmilla again in my presence.” Zestial warned him, though Vox wasn’t listening. His audio receptors were too clogged with his own blood. It was only when Zestial began to walk away, leaving the shivering, pained man behind that he reached for his phone with upmost need, even if his movements were weak and limp, like a skeleton clinging to their own grave. A ringing filled the silence around him, answered almost immediately.

“Vox, where-fuck, what happened to you?! Where are you?!” Velvette bellowed on the other end, her stern look boiling away to concern. Vox squinted at her with his good eye and smiled, relaxing his muscles, not having any remaining strength in his body.

“Hey Vel,” his voice came out uncharacteristically weak and tiny, “you look beautiful.” He mumbled, Velvette’s worried, frantic cries for an explanation fading away as his world blinked into darkness.

When Vox came to, he felt like shit. Not as shitty as before, there were no burning pains in his body, just mostly sore. The world around him felt soft and a quick glance around revealed him to be back in his room, though it looked a little different. On his bedside drawer were various types of bandages, cotton balls and ointments, iodines, peroxides and such, along with some medicine and…was that a card? Vox squinted at it. “Get Well Soon,” apparently from his assistant Papermint. Well, that didn’t explain why he was here-

Oh right. The fight. Ugh, did Velvette really see him like that, all injured and gross and sappy? Vox sighed at the thought, before pulling up the covers slightly to take a look at his body. His thigh had been thoroughly bandaged up, so comfortable he hadn’t even noticed until now. His shoes and shirt were gone, revealing a good few scars littered across his torso, precise and thin. Zestial’s nails. That fucking eight legged was freak was going to get what was coming to him, Vox was sure of that at least. He didn’t have long to linger on the thought though, due to the sound of incoming footsteps heading for his room.

“God dam it Valentino, he’ll be fine, he just needs rest!” Velvette screeched.

“Bullshit, he’s been out for a whole day, our novio is strong, he would’ve pulled through by now.” There was a small part of Vox that was resentful that he had indeed woken up and that Val was about to be proven right. His door clicked upon, Valentino’s imposing figure stood next to Velvette’s short one. Valentino’s coat was gone, letting his wings breathe freely, wearing nothing but a comfortable dark tracksuit beneath. Velvette’s hair wasn’t styled at all, simply left to hang freely, a style that Vox found gorgeous. Valentino just smirked confidently at Vox though it was aimed at Velvette, who just stared flabbergasted, before breaking into a relieved smile.

“Really picked an inconvenient time to wake up, didn’t you?” Vel commented, a rare sound of softness in her tone as she approached Vox; Valentino in tow.

“You know me, Vel, I always show up in places I’m not wanted,” Vox smirks, trying to regain some of the confidence he had lost from that humiliating defeat. He could pretend for now. Valentino leaned down next to his bed side, stroking his hand at the top of Vox’s TV head. At this distance, Vox could see through the tint of his red-sunglasses, his eyes were full of clear relief and love.

“You had us worried, hermoso.” He said in a tone that made Vox shiver, not used to Valentino being so affectionate. “Christ, Vel was a mess when she came to me.”

Velvette huffed. “Well excuse me, Vox was talking like he had one foot in the grave already! Who even did that to you?!” Velvette asked, there was fury in her tone, but it wasn’t directed at Val or Vox. Vox really did think he was a goner there, huh? He cringed at the thought of getting all sentimental and mushy in front of Vel…ugh, at least it wasn’t Valentino. He wouldn’t let Vox live that down, though the way Velvette was being so worried about him almost made him prefer Valentino.

“That old spider prick Zestial, but it’s fine, really. I-I just couldn’t see and I thought I was..you know, a lot more worse for wear than I was, it’ll take a lot more than that to keep me down.” Vox bragged, though the other two weren’t all that interested in his ego right now. Valentino pulled out two golden pistols he’d kept on his body, because that’s a responsible thing to bring into a make-shift hospital room.

“So, we’re going to kill this guy, right?” Valentino asked, unable to stop a grin from forming on his face though he was dead serious. Vox interjected before Vel could passionately agree.

“No, no, you two are not about to go and worsen the mess I created. We could hit him where it hurts though, his reputation, I’m sure some of my cameras caught what went down, we could easily spin this and frame him as-.” Vox put a hand to his chin as he rambled though Velvette waved her hands dismissively.

“No, no, no, you are not working right now, your hurt and your not doing anything until your better!” Velvette stated, crossing her arms over her chest, practically daring Vox to argue with her. He still get like absolute Hell, that fight has taken a physical, and unexpected emotional toll on him. He couldn’t let his image continue to slip though, he’d already looked like an idiotic sap to Velvette and a useless, banged up meat sack to Valentino. Now what was he, some helpless baby?

“Yes, I am-ow!” Vox tried to pull himself up, though the second he began to get up, it was like his torso was trying to split open.

“Careful, querido, we haven’t finished with the cuts on your torso. At least let us handle them.” Valentino asked, squeezing Vox’s hand in his own. Vox’s face heated up at the feeling and he leaned back into the bed.

“Thank you,” Velvette added in an exaggerated tone, before comfortably pulling back the covers to leave Vox’s torso on show. She grabbed some of the cotton balls on Vox’s desk and doused it in the antiseptics she had accumulated there. “This is gonna sting a little.” She warned him.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Oh, please I’m not a kid-oh fuck!” He screeched as Velvette dabbed and pressed the cotton ball against the scrapes on his torso, one by one. He squeezed onto Val’s hand tighter instinctively and hears the man chuckle; Vox blushed even more. Velvette winced and worked as fast as she could, thoroughly disinfecting all his cuts. Vox took in a deep breath, trying to regain any semblance of composure as he swatted away Val’s hand.

“You two really didn’t have to do all this, for me,” Vox added quietly at the end, Val put a hand on his hip.

“That’s a weird way of saying thank you, Voxy.” He teased, though Velvette made sure to lightly smack his arm, having finished treating Vox.

“Shut up, Val! And yes, Vox, we did, did you want to wake up half blind with a useless leg? I didn’t think so.” She seemed to shudder slightly as she described it. He hated that she saw him like that already but that just made a little bit of guilt crawl up to his throat like bile.

“I just…never wanted either of you to see me in that state, I-I apologise, it won’t happen again.” Vox’s voice shifted to the tone he’d use when discussing business deals, formal and matter of fact, dropping with false confidence. That seemed to set off alarm bells in his partner’s head. Velvette considered for a moment what to say, but Valentino beat him to it.

“Voxy, darling, baby,” he leaned in, placing his hands on Vox’s shoulders, “do you know how stupid you sound right now?”

Vox’s eyes narrowed with insecurity, Velvette looked about ready to rip off Val’s wings before he continued.

“Do you know how many times you’ve seen me ripping apart this whole tower because of some shit Angel did? Or how Velvette was a blubbering mess when she first came to Hell? None of us three are perfect, we’re in Hell, so stop lying to all three of us.” Vox’s eyes seemed to soften as he looked away, actually taking in something Valentino said. Velvette seemed shock that Valentino said something actually useful.

“You know you have to be wrong if I’m agreeing with dick for brains here. Vox, we’re not gonna view you differently for this, your still our leader. This place couldn’t function without you, we still value you.” Velvette sat down on Vox’s bed next to him, who was feeling warmly trapped between the two.

“Well…that is certainly got to know, just make sure that the details of all this stays between us? You didn’t tell anyone else, right?” Vox asked, to which Velvette shook her head.

“Only your assistant.” She explained, Vox seemed to relieve, able to relax once again.

“Good, good…thank you for doing all of this for me, truly.” Vox managed a smile for his partners, Velvette politely returned one. Valentino remained smug as always but kept his hands on Vox’s body, playfully dragging his fingers down his arm.

“Very good, I like it!” Val praised him in a sickly sweet tone, which just made Velvette roll her arms. Vox on the other hand was much more preoccupied with the way his hand was travelling down his arm, with his index finger gently dragging against Vox’s chest and then just his side. Vox eyed Valentino’s hand, biting at his lip though he was much too weak to hold back his laughter right now, softy cracking up and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Gohohod, Val, stop thahahat!” He ordered, swerving his body away from the man slightly, but Val’s fingers caught up with him, a wide grin on the man’s face as he realised what he was doing.

“Oh, don’t be such a princesa, Voxy, it’s just tickling, it’s not like I’m doing anything…sinister.” That last word came out in a dark whisper, Vox felt his face sparkle with electricity, unable to meet Valentino’s smug gaze. He tried to curl up on himself but one of Valentino’s pair of arms took a hold of his wrists, forcing them above his head.

“Vahahahl, the tickling is the prohohoblem!” Vox whined, his laughter coming out slightly crackly and hoarse, doing his best to contain his snickers. Velvette starting to scribble her nails along his abs didn’t help with that.

“VEHEHEHEL!!” Vox shrieked, tensing his legs; Velvette simply smirked up at him, squeezing at the solid skin.

“What? You gave me a proper scare, you dolt, consider this my revenge!” She declared, skittering those wonderfully manicured nails of hers over his torso, her touches a lot more precise and decorate than Val’s large hands.

“Fuhuhuhuck, why yohoHOHOHu thehehen?!” Vox spat out at Valentino, who just shrugged, his crimson teeth shining with glee.

“I just like doing this, you look adorable, Voxy~!” He teased, pinching the side of his screen, before sharply withdrawing his hand at the feeling of a sharp shock bubbling at his fingertips.

“CAHAHN YOHOHU BOHOHTH QUIHIHIT IT?!” Vox whined in a flustered tone, wishing he could just disappear, or hide under the covers. His partner’s fingers were not compliant with that wish however, Velvette continued skittering her nails all about his torso whilst Valentino squeezed up and down his ribs, leaving Vox’s midriff in sensory hell. Velvette looked a little apprehensive as she noticed how hard Vox was squirming about, he looked about ready to blow a fuse in his head with how hard he was blushing. It was cute, obviously, but she couldn’t help but come concerned for Voxy, pulling away her hands and ushering for Val to do the same by slapping his wrist. Surprisingly, he complied.

“You got off lucky this time, mi amor, but you owe me~!” Valentino made sure to remind him, but Vox wasn’t listening. He smiled appreciatively at Velvette as he laid down, trying to recover.

“You two..you two are assholes..” he spoke with a small grin before figuring to add, “thanks though but, I can handle myself from here and you both can’t afford to stay here watching me all day.” Velvette huffed, knowing he was right. Valentino looked down at him, something close to love in his eyes.

“As long as you say so, Voxy. Come on, Doll, I have a shoot to film.” He stated to which she just rolled her eyes in disinterest and turned her face towards Vox.

“Stay safe, baby,” Velvette murmured, kissing him on his cheek gently, before she stood up. Vox’s eyes had a little twinkle as he looked up at Velvette.

“I will, I promise.”

[fordohyon]

THE SECURITY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU?

PT.1

pt. 2!

PAIRING - maknaeline!xikers x fem!reader

TAGS - fluff

WARNING(S) - lmk if theres any, lmk if there are errors as well!!

wc - 2.2k, each member around 300-400

req by - @junghoonateezzanti

a/n - finally 🙌🙌 ive finished it!! sorry it took a while (like really really long), but i am now not procrastinating my reqs and doing them! Very long overdue!!

정훈

JUNGHOON

Since you've been dating, Junghoon has only seen you without makeup or minimal makeup. It's not that he thinks you look ugly, though he's seen you buy some and paid for a few. Your cousin's wedding is in about 3 hours, he knows about the wedding and you've talked about going together. Buzzing from your phone echoes throughout the room confirming that you called him. "Babe...? Isn't it too early?" Evident in his voice that he had just woken up. "Sorry, did I wake you up? Though, are you sure you're gonna come with me? I mean, it's your first time meeting my family and it's during a wedding." Your boyfriend hums as you babble,

"Of course..! We've talked about it, honey. I wouldn't say things I'm not sure of, okay? I'll be there, I'll bring my suit and things too." He voices, affirming you.

Your doorbell rings while you scramble to find your dress, your boyfriend messages, telling you he's at the door. Treading to your door and hearing your boyfriend calling out your name you open it instantly, "Hi honey, you look good." He mumbles whilst you kiss him. "Thank you... You'll be dressing up here?" You question him, making sure what you heard a while ago was right.

"Yes, I brought my suit and everything," Junghoon confirms with a warm smile, holding up the garment bag. "I thought it would be more convenient to get ready here together. Plus, I wanted to spend some extra time with you before we head out."

As you let him into your apartment, you notice a flicker of concern in Junghoon's eyes. Sensing his unease, you gently touch his arm and ask, "Is everything alright, Junghoon? You seem a bit off."

Taking a deep breath, he hesitates before speaking. "Well, I have to admit, I've been feeling a bit... insecure about it lately," he confesses, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Remember the security guard at my workplace who has a crush on you? it made me wonder if I'm not appreciating you enough."

Surprised, you reassure him quickly. "Junghoon, don't worry. I love you, and I'm committed to our relationship. I appreciate your concern, but my heart belongs to you.

Relief washes over Junghoon's face. "Thank you for understanding," he says gratefully. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I trust you completely, and our love is strong."

You pull him into a solace embrace, whispering, "Junghoon, you mean the world to me."

A sense of reassurance, you both get ready for the wedding. You take your coat, ready to go.

You both attend the wedding, your family asks about your boyfriend and invites him to dinner. Of course, he says yes.

(might make an imagine/drabble about the dinner with your family cs I've been missing junghoon a whole lot lately)

세은

SEEUN

He was already at your place before you were even thinking about getting ready for your date. "Babe...? Are you going to dress up in front of me?" He asks you, you who completely forgot about having Seeun over and about to take your towel off. "Get out... Please" You mumble meekly. "I'll tell you when I'm done!" you shriek at him, voice slightly shaking. As Seeun stumbled out of the room, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Jealousy surged through him, fueled by the sight of you preparing for your date in a way he hadn’t seen before. His extroverted nature had always made him feel confident, but now he found himself questioning his desirability.

Inside the room, you were left feeling a mix of vulnerability and confusion. The situation escalated beyond what you anticipated, and you desperately wanted to explain yourself to Seeun.

Outside, Seeun's heart sank as he realized the impact of his jealousy on your relationship. He berated himself for allowing his insecurities to overshadow his trust in you,

he gathered his thoughts and knocked gently on the door. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I let my jealousy get the best of me." Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and looked into his eyes.

"I understand that seeing me dress up caught you off guard," you began, your voice filled with empathy. "But please know that you are the one I love and have chosen to be with."

Seeun's eyes softened as your words sank in. Realizing the significance of trust and communicatio. "I love you," he said earnestly. "I don't want my insecurities to come between us."

you both chose to set aside the tension and focus on strengthening your relationship. You promised to communicate openly, sharing your fears and insecurities.

You walked out of the room, leaving behind the misunderstandings and doubts that had momentarily clouded your love. As you went on your date together.

유준

YUJUN

Yujun was known for his contradictory nature—extroverted at heart but held back by shyness. You’ve been dating for several months. Sharing a deep connection, Yujun’s insecurities are about to be put to the test.

You had plans to attend a special event. It was the first time Yujun would see you get dolled up, as you usually preferred an easier look to do. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, his mind wandered to the security guard he had noticed at their previous outings. The guard always seemed to cast longing glances in your direction, and it fueled a growing jealousy within Yujun.

As the minutes ticked by, Yujun’s anticipation mingled with anxiety. When you finally came out of the bedroom, he was struck by you. The sight of your radiant beauty, accentuated by carefully applied makeup, took his breath away. But it also stirred up a storm of conflicting emotions within him.

Amid this internal struggle, the doorbell rang. It was the security guard, who had come to escort them to the event. Yujun’s heart sank. Throughout the evening, Yujun battled his insecurities. As he observed the guards’ charming and confident demeanor, he couldn't help but compare himself to the security guard. Doubts gnawed at him, whispering that he wasn't enough for you, that you deserved someone more outgoing and self-assured.

Sensing Yujun’s unease, you pulled him aside, her eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Yunjn?" you asked gently, your voice sufficed with care.

Stumbling to find the right words, Yujun finally mustered the bravery to convey his feelings. "I'm sorry. Seeing you all dolled up tonight... and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

As you reached out to hold his hand, your eyes softened. "Yujun, I understand your concerns, but you mean the world to me. Your shy nature and extroverted heart are what make you so special. I fell in love with the person you are, and nothing can change that."

As Yujun listened to your words, he felt a glimmer of hope. Seeing that his envy was rooted in his insecurities and that you had chosen him for a reason.

As the night progressed, Yujun made an effort to entertain in discussions and showcase his extroverted side. With you by his side.

ฮันเตอร์

HUNTER

Hunter found himself in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions. He had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with understanding and support. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Hunter had seen you put on makeup, and it ignited a spark of jealousy within him.

As Hunter watched you carefully apply your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. His mind drifted to the security guard, whom you had encountered earlier that day. He exuded confidence and had a character that seemed to draw people in effortlessly. Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that you might be attracted to the guards' charming nature.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom, Hunter's breath caught in his throat. You looked breathtakingly beautiful, your natural features enhanced by the subtle touch of makeup. His heart swelled with pride, but at the same time, a wave of self-doubt washed over him.

As they prepared to leave for the evening, Hunter noticed that the guard would be at the event. A surge of jealousy coursed through Hunter's veins as he observed the guards' friendly banter with you during the walk there.

Sensing Hunter's inner turmoil, you gently took his hand and gazed into his eyes with concern. "Hunter, what's troubling you? You seem distant tonight."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then finally found the courage to express his feelings. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way the guard interacts with you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

Your understanding softened your eyes. You tenderly caressed his face and talked with an earnestness that never wavered. Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders as your words sank in. "Hunter, please know that, I love you and there's no one else I'd rather be with. Just be yourself, and that's more than enough for me." As your words sank in, Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

예찬

YECHAN

Yechan had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with experience and excitement. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Yechan had seen you put on makeup, and it kindled a storm of clashing emotions within him.

As Yechan watched you carefully lay on your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. His mind wandered to the security guard they had encountered earlier. He had an undeniable charm, and Yechan couldn't shake off the feeling that the guard had developed a crush on you.

As you finished getting ready, you turned to Yechan with a radiant smile. Your beauty, enriched by the touch of makeup, took Yechan's breath away. But alongside the admiration, jealousy began to eat at him, threatening to overshadow their evening.

As they prepared to attend an event together, Yechan's unease grew when he realized that the guard had been assigned to escort them to the event. The thought of spending the night in the guards’ presence intensified Yechan's jealousy, and self-doubt started to cloud his mind.

Seeing the anguish on Yechan's face, you grabbed his hand and drew him away. "Yechan, is there anything wrong? You seem standoffish."

Yechan paused, not knowing quite how to say what was on his mind. But he understood that their connection depended on honesty. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you, that I can't compete with his charm and attention."

You cupped Yechan's face gently and your eyes softened. “His charisma may draw attention, but it's your light that shines brighter than anybody else's, Yechan. I like your gregarious demeanor and your capacity to make everyone around you feel special.” You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"But most of all, I admire your kind heart and selfless nature. You make me want to be a better person." Yechan's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he smiled bashfully. "I never knew you felt that way," he murmured. You smiled back, feeling your heart flutter at his sincerity. "Well, now you do."

[ophelieverse]

Please make a part two of “Of monsters and flowers”I need it please 😭💚

⊱ ❀ ✿ ꕥ Of promises and thorns.

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

Part 2 of Aegon and Tyrell reader finally!!I got a little carried away again,so i’ll probably make a part three!Thanks for requesting and i hope you like it,also sorry for the long waiting and for the grammars errors💕🫶🏻

pt1 is here 💕

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There is a crack,a crack in everything and that's how the light gets in.

Even if the spark must come from within him,could he save himself completely?To shine again wouldn’t he need someone?Just as he must be reborn from his own ashes,didn’t he also needed light,not to burn,but to light his way?Didn’t he needed a soft hand to open his eyes to the light?

For Aegon the light took place in his life in the form of Lady Y/n Tyrell.His mother family,the Hightowers of Oldtown,words were “We light the way”but before meeting the young,kind and sincere girl he had never knew the warmth of the sun.The kind of warmth he was used to was harsh,destructive and painful like the fire of a dragon.He grew up without some one to tell him how beautiful or how good he was,without a word of comfort to reassure him giving him his place in the sun in the world.

Nothing would have been enough to repay him for that silence.Inside he would always be a child hungry for kindness,that would always feel ugly and incompetent.But then,just like a miracle,the stormy clouds had disappeared,the grey sky turned into the clearest one he had ever seen and the warm rays of the sun were kissing his cheeks with so much affection.

In a short time,Lady Y/n had found the crack on his surface and gotten inside him.She was stuck in him.Somewhere between his stomach and ribs,he had looked at her and she had got there without asking for permission.And she would have remained there with arrogance,to fill his eyes,to eat his sleep and steal his breath,stuck in the saliva of his mouth.

She would never leave and he didn't knew the first time he had met her,as he looked at her from a distance.He didn't knew,yet he felt her under his skin,inside his bones.His mind had become a forest and she had carved her initials in every tree,never leaving all of his thoughts.

When Aegon first met Y/n he immediately thought that she wasn't even that beautiful as his mother made her sound like.Actually,when he hade caught her by the fountain in the gardens of the Red Keep,she was a walking mess.The young Lady was soaked from head to toe,her pink pastel dress was clinging on her body like a second skin and her little silver shoes were covered with mud.In her hands she was holding a little animal,a frog,that made his nose scrunch up in disgust and her hair was a disaster.She looked like a little girl who grew up,but still she was too little to play the part of being a woman.He would’ve have to marry her,as his mother and grandfather had told him,or ordered him,just the week before her arrival.

Aegon was some kind of relived,the idea of marrying his idiotic sister was worse than a nightmare but at the sight of the young Lady,he had seriously thought that the gods were laughing at him.While he had distractedly walked outside after his mother had caught him drinking in the kitchens again,he had seen her.

She was smiling at him and he was looking at her.Even with all the distance,the people rushing in and out the castle to prepare everything for the feast of the night,the noise,he had heard her looking at him,imperceptibly,in places he didn't know he had.

The prince had thought that she was too small,too young,to stand there in the middle of the gardens with the promise that one day she would’ve become his wife.That ugly dress glued to her body made her look like commoner,dry as a chapped leaf.And there was nothing to smile about,that dumb look on her face made him angrier,especially fo being caught by the prince in such conditions.

But that little girl had stuck herself inside him,with her hair dripping with water,many escaped the silver flower with which she had collected them and the naive smile,too clean,the one of those who have never been touched by the real world.

In the Reach and in all the realm she was known as “the thornless rose”,a nickname that was given to her years ago,craved on her skin,that he didn’t care about till he met her.Till the warm and peaceful and loving light touched his soul for the first time.

Aegon never thought it could happen to him,to finally feel something,that one thing that he had always dreamt of but at the same time he sounded so foolish to him.The twisted idea of love,falling in love and staying in it.How cruel and how much will it hurts to stay trapped in that fake ecstasy called love?He had witnessed it.His mother and his father were married for far too long,she didn’t loved him and he didn’t loved her,their only agreement was having children to strength the royal dynasty.Children that none of the two were capable to love.But then it was a sunny day of spring and he didn’t recognize it immediately.When he saw her he thought “Who is this idiot?And why is she smiling at me?”but in the end he fell in love.He fell in love because that's what he’s been waiting for.

Maybe he didn't even knew,but,even though at his young age,he was ready.He was just waiting for her arrival.That girl capable of wiping away all the dust he had carried on his heart,all the bitterness left by people.Lady Y/n came when he least expect her,to remind him that good things exist and that,sometimes,they can also happen to people like him.To him who have never been given anything;to him who have always had to sweat every little victory in his life,to him who has never put anyone first and who now seems so hard to believe.That day had come,by chance but he felt like he have known her forever.Like he had already seen her in his mind and dreams and everything that she had offered him looked too good to be true.

And yet that imperceptible recurrence of shivers didn’t wanted to leave his body,mind and soul.

Aegon didn’t knew exactly what drives two people to bond.Maybe the tuning,maybe the laughter,maybe the words.Probably,start sharing something more,talking a little about themselves to slowly discover what the heart hides.Learn to love each other,to accept their flaws,merits,angers and jokes.Or maybe it happens,because it had to happen.Because everyone is destined to find each other,sooner or later.

But every time that he came to like something,he wondered how long will it take for him to poison it with his darkness and how long will it for it to run away.

He always had the certainty that something was wrong with him.Like a truth that for everyone shone in the sunlight,that no one had dared to tell him but showed him every day of his life.He didn't feel the emotions he should have felt and his behavior didn't never coincided with the expectations of others.It almost seemed that his soul was anchored to the one piece that was unable to fit in with the rest of the world.

His inadequacy made him fragile.He had always thought about it and always considered it a flaw.It forced him to replicate gestures learned by heart,in the vain attempt to look normal.As if his not knowing how to adapt shouted loudly how bad he actually was.It was ironic:he felt incomplete,but the rest of the world didn’t felt the same way about being without me.

There was something wrong in him.Something that he tried to hide,drowning it in endless cup of wines,covering it up by pretending that he didn’t care,the longing expression on his face,the horrible feeling in his stomach whenever he witnessed other people being treated the way he craved too.There was definitely something wrong,or else they all wouldn’t be acting this way towards him,and he didn't understand what it was,until that day.

Spring evening,soft and balmy and beautiful.The smell of the earth rose in the stillness like a dream cloud.In the cherry blossom covered hills the air stirred,sending pink and white swirling in like in the sweetest hurricane.If Aegon looked closer he might be able to make out the dancing roots of the trees,slithering to the ground,echoing the folk song sung on the tongue of the wind.In the soft flicker of the evening light,the birds had already arrived.Hooping and flying around the branches,looking down at the soft green grass.

Under the dark branches of tall trees,framed by the idyllic landscape,surrounded by sweet and velvety fragrance of the blooming flowers,with their vibrant and meaningful colors,Aegon was laying on the soft cover on the grass.His head,crowned by beautiful long pale hair,was resting peacefully on Y/n lap,as she stroked it delicately with the tip of her fingers.

His purple eyes were open,taking in every inch of her skin,the delicate path that he wanted to trace with his fingers but only allowed his eyes to do such a thing.Sunsets in her eyes and a smile on her lips,she was the most beautiful Lady he had ever seen.

Y/n was beautiful,so beautiful that he wanted to hear her thoughts,to read all the books he talked to him about,learn about her flowers and bring them to her every day.She was so beautiful that he wanted to rub her feet before bed and rub her back,run her bubble baths and bring her a cup of wine and sit next to the tub talking to her as she soaks.She was that kind of beautiful,the kind that goes much deeper than what he could see.She was the kind of beautiful that when he see her smile,his heart wanted to pop off his chest,that kind of beautiful that he had hardly ever see.

Dancing to the melody of his heartbeat,sunsets in her eyes as she spoke to him softly,oh so softly such is the breeze«Your heart is beating so fast.»she made him notice,placing a warm,delicate hand on his chest.

His heart was,it had taken full control of his body and he loved in heartbeats.Slow and sweet,sometimes hard and reckless,and racing,other times close,maybe too close.Then again running and reaching and aching.But his heart was always there to remind him,how nothing has ever felt more right than being with her.Whether they were just sitting in silence,busy doing their own things with just the presence of the other as comfort or sharing a pure and warm moment as they talk about everything and anything.

«I get nervous around you»Aegon confessed without embarrassment,even though he was thankful that his eyes were closed in that moment to not see her reaction at his words and blushed cheeks.

Her hand was still on his chest,right above his heart,the one in his hair faltered for a second,a little laugh was heard before she spoke again«I make you nervous?Why?»Y/n murmured.

Because she was the only person he could talk with about the shade of a cloud,about the song of a thought,and about how,when he went out in the gardens to look for her today and looked at the roses and other flowers in the face,they all seemed to smile at him with all of their petals.

The pure and soft intimacy that they were sharing,that had tied them together was something completely knew to him.He never realized how big of a deal that was.How amazing was to find someone who wants to hear all about his day and all the things inside his head.Opening up and revealing his vulnerability had always been hard.As most of what he kept close to his heart is what he thought couldn’t be safe in another’s hands.It had put him at risk of being rejected,misunderstood,humiliated,judged,and left feeling deeply exposed.But then when she gently held those most intimate and hidden parts to him,and not only reassured him that they are safe,but love them and protect them as if they were her own,it enabled him to connect on a much deeper level.

«Because you are pretty.»Aegon answered,even without looking at her he could picture in his head the way her nose would scrunch up,the pink shade that would soon color her soft cheeks and down her neck along the shy little smile that she would try to hide.

«You say this because,you haven’t seen the peonies yet.»she confidently told him,like any kind of flower could surpass,in his head,the outshining beauty that she possessed.

Aegon shrugged his shoulders«Who needs flowers when i have you to look at?»he ponder out loud.

Y/n felt her cheeks becoming warm,a little giggle tickled her lips«Flowers are the real beauty of the world,even as they fade,wilt,fall.»she answered,the same tone of pure adoration when she was talking about something that she was passionate about.

«So you are suggesting that i should prefer flowers over you?»the young prince teased her,the same mischievous grin present on his pale face.

The lady legs shifted under him,his eyes were still close but he felt her move,in the most delicate way possible to not disturb him,stretching towards the grass to pick something«It is right to love flowers they have been with us from the very beginning.Many of them have beautiful histories and meanings,explaining some amazing facts of life.»she said with sincerity.

He didn’t care about this sort of things,flowers,plants,stupid animals or anything related to them.But she cared,she spoke about what made her little heart flatter with so much gentleness,with a pure look of adoration in her eyes.She cared,so he cared too.He wanted to know everything that she have to teach him,he would’ve listened to her speaking about the difference between bees and bumblebees or just sit next to her while she was creating another flower crown that she would’ve put on his head.

Aegon sit up,missing the soft contact that he had with her,and looking at Y/n holding a flower in her head«What’s the meaning of this one?»he asked.

«This a chrysanthemum.»Y/n said,feeling the green flower stem between her fingers«It means “hope for the future”.»she explained like she was a book,tracing with delicacy the petals.

Normally,other people spend their whole lives worrying about the future,making plans for the future,trying to predict the future,as if discovering what life has in store for them will help them to prepare for better or worse.What they don't realize is that the future is always changing.The future is the home to the greatest fears and wildest hopes.But one thing is for sure when it finally reveals itself,the future is never how people had imagined it.

For Aegon,his future was already planned.Since before he was born and even after,his grandfather and his mother had already known what to do with and for him.He didn’t have the luxury to decide for himself and only now he had started to think about what he really wanted.The thoughts of days full of cups of wine,servants girls and absolute laziness were soon replace with sunny evenings and smell of spring.

«Do you ever wonder about your future?»Y/n suddenly asked,her voice was a little whisper and she seemed distressed.

Aegon furrowed his eyebrows,curios about what could have made her feel like this but instead he answered her question«Sometimes»he said,clearing his throat.

«And what do you see?»Y/n said with a tiny voice and blushed cheeks.

Aegon pretended to think about it«You and me.»he continued.

«You seem very sure of this.»she murmured,he could sensed that something was troubling her.

«Of course I’am,we’ll be together.»Aegon said immediately.

«But if something was to happen,will you remember me?»she hopefully asked.

He smiled,trying to not scare her and to put her mind at ease«Nothing will happen.»

«But will you remember me?»she sounded persistent,a pout on her little lips.

«I will always remember you,how can i not?»he laughed a bit.

Y/n had a small smile on her lips,she was forcing it because she seemed nervous,unsure as she held the chrysanthemum towards him«Will you promise me?»she asked,eyes gleaming under the sunlight.

His fingers brushed hers,both of them holding together the stem«I promise you that,no matter what,we will always be together and that i will remember that you existed.»he was sincere with his words and maybe that’s what she needed to her to ease herself«Will you remember me?»he said then.

Y/n smiled so bright«I will remember you,and your kind eyes,as someone who always tried to be good.»making his chest burn.

«Nothing will happen to you.»he reassured her,no one would’ve taken her away from him now that he had her.

Then something was happening,he felt it in his bones and in his racing heart that was hammering in his chest,his purple eyes ready to pop out his skull.

The sun disappeared,everything around them was dark,cold and empty.Aegon looked around confused,fear grown in his body when the flower they were holding in their hands was caught on fire.Golden flames erupted from the elegant petals,running up the young Lady arm and taking place on her beautiful and unfazed young face.

«Then why did you let him do this to me?»Y/n cried,her voice sounded strained,ugly sobs coming out from her lips,hot tears of the same color of blood stained her cheeks.

He wanted to scream,his eyes widened at the sight,he didn’t felt the warmth but only a black hole opening in his chest ready to swallow him hole«I’m sorry!»he whispered,his voice didn’t wanted to come out and his hands were stuck on the stem.

«Why Aegon?»she screamed at him,the flames danced around her skin without harming it,but he could feel the pain in her voice«Why would you let him hurt me?»the blood was pouring from her eyes,falling from her cheeks till her hands and touching his too.

He had blood on his hands and what had happened that day was all his fault.

Aegon body jolted awake,the emptiness that took his breath away always came at night.When he fell asleep he always saw her face,what he lost that day in her cannot be replaced.

Sometimes he dreams.He creates a dream around her.He creates things that he´ll never admit and he whispers them quietly.He whispers them so they’re not quite real,he whispers them so they’re easy to deny.He whispers his dreams,his love that screams in his heart.

Other times,his mind has the urgent need to kill her.To replay in his head the imagines of the day he last saw her.He had often imagined himself covered with golden scales,horns on his head and fire coming out his mouth.He is confused,he feels his brain pulsating against the bones of his skull and feels that thirst,that need to feed on her.In his mind his eyes are bloodshot,he has lost his human part and chases that animal one,the sadistic one.He waits for the arrival of the meat to be lavoured,devoured.

Aegon woke up late in the morning,when the air was warmer,the sun was up in the blue sky and every living creature in the capital was wandering around the day.His body has jolted up from his bed,the soft mattress was drenched in sweat and so was his immaculate,pale skin.His chest was bare,toned from all the hours spent training with his brothers,raising up and down furiously.His mouth was open,rosy lips trembling as he was hungry for air,breathing hard and choking on his own spit.

He was used to this feeling,the panic in his lungs,the sound of his frenetic heartbeat ringing in his ears.When he wakes up from his nightmares,when her imagine start to fade and he almost forgot how she sound like,he needs some times to understand where he is.Then he does,his widened purple eyes stars to make up the outline of his room as he tries to calm himself down.

«Why i must have dreams that makes me unable to function?»he murmured to himself,drying the tears in the corner of his eyes.

«Aegon?Are you alright?»the sound of the voice that belonged to a young girl made him jump again,almost falling off his bed as a white sheet was covering him from the waist down.

Next to him,laying on the soft mattress,a girl who only seemed a few years younger than him,was woke up by his continue tossing around in his sleep.She looked just like a porcelain doll:the small and round face,the rosy cheeks,the upturned nose,the pale and delicate skin around the large blue eyes,the thin lips of the same color of the summer cherries,all framed by a long cascade of golden curls that fell softly on her shoulders.

Cressida Lannister,only child of Lord Tyland Lannister,Master of ships for the King Small Council,was naked.She was laying on her side,concern was painted all over her beautiful face,her pale breast was on display,turgid nipples from the breeze coming in from the window.

Letting out the breath he was holding in,Aegon closed his eyes for a brief moment.His head was pulsing,on the table next to his bed,a empty and long forgotten pitcher of wine.His nightmares came more often,to hunt him in his sleep,when he drinks but if he doesn’t drink the nightmares still exists outside of his head.

It had been nine long,lonely and painful years from that night in the Dragonpit.Since he had almost lost her,since he realized what pain really felt like,since the accident that none dared to talk about.But Aegon knew from the way everybody still looked at him,whenever someone mentioned her family,or one of his siblings decided to fly on their dragons.It may happened years ago,but the imagine of flames that took away her gentle features and the sounds of her screams was something he could never forget.

Her presence was still there,he could feel her passing through his days and coming to him at night,right before he fell asleep.He could still see her in flowers he started to tend in gardens,place he had spent all of this year in,he could easily find her in the books he read or in the warm sun the woke him up every morning.But a ghost can be a lot of things.A memory, a daydream,a secret.Grief,anger,guilt.The line between grief and guilt is a thin one,sometimes,Aegon thought,that death was preferable to the agony of living.

The gut wrenching feeling in his stomach,when he knew he had fucked something up so she had left but he couldn’t even blame anyone but himself because he was the problem.For one blazing moment,there was no dragon,there was no Lady Tyrell,there was only him.Only Aegon,there was all him,he had the idea of bringing her in the Dragonpit that night,he didn’t stopped his dragon for getting mad,he was responsible for what had happened to her,he did it.

Aegon ignored her question,rubbing his tired face and his burning eyes«Why are you still here?»his voice was guttural«I thought i made it clear that,when we finish,you can’t sleep in my bed.»he continued,suppressing a yawn.

He had grown up in this years,his long pale hair were short to his shoulder,his thin and puny body was toned,his shoulders broader and his arms and legs strong.One look at that beautiful purple eyes and those silver locks,the beauty that he had inherited from his ancestors of Old Valyria,and it didn’t took long before young ladies started to fall at his feet.It’s not every day that someone get the chance to ride a dragon and Cressida Lannister took hers immediately.

Aegon had started to sleep with her,to have his mind busy and to distract himself,over an year ago.She was indeed beautiful,elegant and educated but also spoiled and a talked too much for his liking.But she was the closest thing he had to shut all the voices in his mind,especially when he was too lazy to sneak out the castle to go in some brothel.

The young Lady rolled her eyes,a scowl painted the beautiful features on her face«You are always so bitter when you dream of that girl.»she whispered before getting up from his bed.

Aegon watched her with the corner of his eyes,she didn’t stopped to grab her peach colored dress that was still on the floor,instead she walked towards the open window.For him,his pain and his dreams were something private.Something that only him could understand and he didn’t wanted to share it with the people around him.Many nights he had woken up all sweaty,the horrors that he saw in his head still glued on his eyes,and,all alone,he had put himself to sleep again.

But there were also times when Cressida was too tired or too stubborn to leave him alone like he requested and she wasn’t new to see him toss around in his bed,to hear the chocking sobs coming from his mouth.It didn’t took long to her to realize who was the person that hunted him at night,that had him taking care of the gardens during the day and especially that made him not fall in love with her instead.

«That’s why i don’t want you here in the morning.»he said,clearly already annoyed before the day could even start.

She stayed quiet for a moment,then«You said her name again.»Cressida made him notice,ignoring his rude tone,and taking a deep breathe of fresh air.

The words escaped from his mouth,like a prayer that begged to be heard«Y/n»he had murmured immediately,passing his fingers on his lips.

Aegon didn’t heard that named in years,every one made the effort to not pronunce it whenever he was in the room.«Y/n»he repeated again,like a song he knew by heart,tasting every letter on his tongue like the most delicious fruit.

Has any name ever been so beautiful?Has any name ever made him feel like this at the mere thought?He kept that name,like the memories he has of her,close to his heart,only whispering it at night when he was alone in the dark.

Even when Aegon was with Cressida,he was alone with in his thoughts.And as the result of missing Y/n,his mind wanders,and all he wanted was to have her straddling his lap,her lips on his,first slow,sweet,soft;then harder,and fiery and so urgent that they can’t catch their breath.He wanted to feel her arms around him,and her lips on his neck.He want to feel her hands in his hair,holding his face,exploring along his body.He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his.He wanted to be as close to Y/n as possible.

But then he opened his eyes,just to see another girl underneath him.At least,a mere comfort for his heart,was to know that his Y/n was still alive.She still exists,at the same time as he was existing,even if she was far away from him the thought the she was still breathing,that she could still feel the sun on her skin and talk to her flowers,was so calming and beautiful and it made him feel safer.

«Oh,would you look at that?»Cressida said when the young prince remained silent«Seems like the Spring had came back again after all.»with her hand she was caressing the little ceramic vase on the window,where beautiful chrysanthemums had just bloomed.

Aegon felt the air stopping in his lungs«What?»he asked,getting up from the bed and holding the white sheet to his waist,he walked where the naked girl was«It’s spring?»he breathed out.

After a long summer and a long winter that lasted for the past nine years,spring had came back,insisting with its green hair and delicate songs chirped by the birds outside.The days distended as winter,cold,grays and empty had soon melted into spring,warmer and swelled.From his window he could see the sweet grass that perfumed the yard and petals that blanketed the pathway.Down in the gardens the white lilacs,the daises and the honeysuckles that he had taken care of bloomed and bees hummed near the fountain.

Cressida nodded,a big smile on her lips«My father’s tailors had sewed me the most beautiful dress i’ve ever seen,for the great feast of tomorrow evening.»she said dreamily.

It takes him days to recovers from dreams with her in it and in that moment he couldn’t come to understand what was happening.Aegon wasn’t stupid,he had spent hours studying along side his younger brother and their Septon,he knew that with every spring the Tyrell family would’ve come to the royal court and for two weeks the people in the realm would celebrate.He had already lived one of those parties but,for some strange reason,the idea took him by surprise.

«What did you said?»the prince asked confused.

Cressida placed a warm hand on his chest,tracing the pale skin«It’s a really pretty dress.All red with golden-»she started with a mischievous expression.

Aegon swatted her hand away,interrupting her«Not that.»he immediately said«There will be a feast tomorrow?»he asked again.

The young Lady huffed,taking a step back and frustrated with his moody behavior«Of course,isn’t this how it works since your ancestors had given the Reach to the Tyrells?»her question sounded rhetorical.

Yes,since Aegon the Conqueror had made the Tyrell family the protectors of the Reach,the honorable and rich House had came to court to celebrate the beginning of the beautiful season as a symbol of gratitude towards the House of the dragon.

Aegon had been so busy with tending the gardens and in his own thoughts,that he didn’t witnessed all the people rushing by him to get everything ready for tomorrow.

A loud knock at his door startled him«Come in.»he ordered,probably thinking it would be one of his servants that came to check on him and help him get him ready for the day.

Cressida squeaked like a little mouse when she heard the sound of the doorknob«I’m naked!»she hissed at the young prince,before crouching down to pick up her dress quickly to cover her chest and bare legs.

«No one cares.»Aegon answered,yawing.It wasn’t a secret for anyone at this point what was happening between the two and the young prince didn’t made any effort to hide it.

Ser Criston entered the prince chambers,his armor shone under the morning light and his white cloak fell perfectly from his shoulders«Aegon.»he greeted him,with the same kind of intimacy that there was between a father and a son«Lady Cressida.»he politely bowed his head,without looking at her nude figure.

«Ser Criston.»the prince said,passing a hand through his short chopped hair«To what do i own the pleasure?»he asked trying to hold in another yawn,he didn’t slept at all that night and he could already feel the dark bags under his eyes.

The knight stood still,with his hands behind his back«The Queen had requested your presence in her chambers.»he informed the prince,then he turned to the young lady that,red from embarrassment,avoided his dark eyes«Your father is waiting for you as well,my Lady.»he continued,clearing his throat.

«Thank you,Ser Criston.»Cressida murmured.

«This early?»Aegon asked confused,turning slightly to the girl next to him.

«It’s past midday,my prince.»Ser Criston made him notice.

Aegon was ready,all dressed up from head to toe in short time.The dark emerald green of his clothes was shining under the light that came in from the windows in the castle halls,his short silver hair were brushed enough to made them look as if he had a good night of sleep.

His face however,that beautiful,pale and arrogant face of his didn’t even try to hide the annoyed and sleepy expression he was wearing.The prince didn’t wanted to talk with his mother,to feel on him her piercing gaze or to hear any of her words.It was already a hard day,first he didn’t slept at all,instead vivid memories clouded his mind and tormented his heart,then,like some kind of jest,the spring had came back when he had lost all the hopes.But the idea,just the brief though,that the gods could’ve been merciful this time and grant him the wish to see his Y/n again for the occasion,had his hands sweaty.

He didn’t know how and what to feel,his emotions were messy,too much,too little,too loud.He couldn’t organize them inside his head,the horrible aching feeling of guilt that kept him up at night was fighting with the pure desire to be next to her as soon as possible.But then again,would he be able to forgive himself for what he had done to her?Did she hated him?How could he survive if she did it?

Aegon was walking towards his mother chambers when,in the empty halls,he heard two girls talking,or better,whispering to each other.They seemed young,maybe a few years younger than him,wearing a long bordeaux dresses under a dirty white vest,he had seen the two of them often in his sister presence.

«Have you heard?»the taller one whispered to the other«They said that her skin is so damaged that looks like boiled oats.»she sounded horrified,pure disgust painted on her face.

The other one gasped«That poor girl!I don’t know what i would do if my face was reduced to look like porridge.»she cried holding in her hands a vase with fresh flowers in it and almost dropping it on the stone floor.

The taller servant nodded frenetically,agreeing with her friend«I saw her in the gardens this morning,right by the fountain and she is wearing-»her next words remain stuck in her mouth as her eyes widened.

Aegon heart was beating so loudly in his chest that he couldn’t almost hear himself talk«Do I need to remained you that you should be working and not gossiping about people that are not here to defend themselves?»the authority in his voice made the two servants shiver as they quickly bowed their head down and planted their eyes on the floor.

«We-we apologize,my prince!We didn’t mean-»one of them stuttered.

«Another word and i will have your tongues.»his voice cold and steady«Now,go back to work.»he dismissed them.

As the two immediately returned to their chores,the prince started to walk in the opposite direction.Aegon had lived that moment inside his head million of times,every night and every morning after he woke up,he would stare at the gardens by his windows,playing in his mind the exact moment when he would see Y/n again.

He imagined different scenarios,any kind of dialogue,every move,with the sun and under the rain,but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real event.It wasn’t fair how his memories were too honest and how the girl that he had lost still existed in his mind as how he last saw her.Hearing the two servants talk crushed his heart under the weight of the brutal reality,Y/n in his mind was still the young pretty Lady with the most brightest smiled he had ever seen,but now,after what happen years ago,she was completely different and he couldn’t even imagine how much it did hurt her.

Perhaps he couldn’t go back in time,he couldn’t fix what he had done but maybe he could try to make it better,less painful for the both of them as he stood there,planted on his feet,the air chocking in his lungs and his vision blurred by tears.

Spring was all over the place,the warm air was full of the sweet and velvety perfume,curtains and fountains of flowers framed the idyllic landscape.The soft and fresh green grass was full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and daisies that had worked their way out of the dark.But they weren’t the only,the most beautiful and delicate flower that had bloomed in his garden was Lady Y/n.

She was there,finally after nine years,she was alive before his eyes and he had remembered her so dearly.She was still sitting by the fountain,a light lilac dress was wrapped around her angelic figure,she had grown up in these years and she looked more like a woman than a little girl.She was taller,her breast was well defined just like her waist and her hair her curled down her back.

Aegon had dreamed of this moment but perhaps it was just another of his nightmares.Her face was hidden,a dark purple veil covered her features from under her eyes till the base of her neck,a melancholic but at the same time beautiful way,to try to cancel what had happened to her.

In a second it all came back,the days spent together laughing or laying under the sun,the smiles,but also the screams,the burning fire,the moment he almost lost her forever.He wanted to turn back on his steps,to flee the place and never go back,but then she turned her head and he felt the weight of her gaze on him.Her eyes,beautiful and sweet,were still her eyes and she was still looking at him,like there was something worth it in him,the same way that she did when they had first met.

«Y/n.»he murmured,the words escaped his mouth as if they wanted to run to her,he didn’t notice that he started to walk towards her like some kind of magic was pulling him.

Y/n stayed quiet for a few moments,now she seemed nervous.She had got up and he didn’t knew if he hated the fact that couldn’t see her expression or to be thankful to not witness the mistakes he had made in the past.

«My prince.»she spoke politely and he could still see the movements of her lips under the dark veil,even her voice sounded the same,just a little bit slower.

Aegon didn’t knew what to say,how to act even how to move in the place they had created around each other.He felt like a little kid again,seeing her like this,real and alive made his hearts start again,feel the earth speed under his feet and thinking that he could died but then she spoke to him and brought him back to life.

In that awkward moment of silence,where they were just looking at each other,he cleared his throat«Do you like the flowers?»he asked and he felt stupid,he already knew the answer but his brain wasn’t thinking straight in the moment.

She nodded,her eyes gleamed under the sun«The roses are very beautiful.»she noticed,moving towards one of the bushes.

He followed her immediately,almost stumbling on his feet but giving her enough space in case she didn’t wanted him to be too close«They had a little trouble to bloom»he explained«this hibiscus was trying to suffocate them and take all the space.»he tried to sound as calm as he could while he spoke,showing her the other green plant where colorful flowers smiled at them.

«Still they bloomed,»Y/n said with a soft tone«no matter under what circumstances,if it’s meant to be is meant to be.»then she picked one in her hands,tracing the red petals with her fingers.

«Yes.»Aegon said,his hands were itching to touch hers and he wished to be in the place of the flower who was getting all her attention«Nature always find a way.»he continued.

And maybe that could be applied for people too,he thought.Maybe they were actually gravitating around one another,maybe it’s was because of their connection,their history,their understanding and intimacy.Maybe they were also meant to be,no matter what had happened.

Now that he had Y/n here,close to him,breathing his same air and complimenting his flowers,he would’ve done everything to adjust what he had done wrong.When something breaks,if the pieces are large enough,it can be fixed.Unfortunately sometimes things doesn’t break,they shatter.But if the light comes in,the shattered glass start to glitter.And in that moment,the pieces of what they once were catch the sun, he remembered just how beautiful it was and how beautiful it will always be.

«Have you seen the peonies yet?»Aegon asked a moment later,leading her through the green and floral paradise.

«Yes,»she answered kindly«but i would like if you’d shown them to me.»she was walking close to him,their arms brushing against each other.

Red peonies symbolise love,passion,honor and respect,all the things that he felt for her and grew along the flowers«Do you like them?»he sounded unsure,but he really hoped that she did.

«I prefer the white tulips»Y/n answered,turning her head towards him«But this peonies are very beautiful.»and he could feel her smile through the words.

The prince swallowed,the white tulip meaning was “forgiveness”.Was she really trying to tell him that she was forgiving him?

«I can have a bouquet done for you in a-»he was speaking was fast,that she had to place a hand on his chest to stop his rambling.

«Aegon.»Y/n called for him,using his name for the first time«It’s alright,i don’t need that but thank you.»she calmed him down.

Aegon placed his hand over her,letting himself savor that kind contact that he had missed and when she did flinched or said anything,he let out a sigh of relief«Can i show you something else?The violets grew-»

Y/n shook her head,her eyes were lost in his and in the way his thumb was caressing the back of her hand«Let’s talk about something else besides stupid and boring flowers.»she tried to jest with a little giggle.

«Flowers are not stupid.»he said immediately,pretending to be offended.

«Boring and stupid.»she corrected him.

Now they were walking again and it seemed that nothing had changed between them.From the outside,if someone took a closer look,they were still the little kids that used to sit there without any care in the world,with only they growing love to shield them from the reality around them.For a moment everything was right where it was supposed to be,they were talking to each other,laughing at stupid jokes and nothing was wrong was happening.

«Do you remember the fairytale you narrated to me,in this very spot,when we were little kids?»Aegon asked a moment later,it was the first time that he was bringing up the past and he hoped that this topic wouldn’t be to heavy for her.

Y/n eyes seemed confused,she was still playing with the flower in her hands«I’ve narrated you many tales,you need me more specific.»the sound of her light giggling was muffled by the veil but he had heard it right and clear.

The prince smiled,for the first time in a while«It was a tale about a little man,who lived isolated from the rest of the world in his big garden.But people used to go at his door for his roses.»he tried to explain,remembering her words as they walked in the nature.

«It wasn’t for the roses»she corrected him«it was for the thorns.»a small smile stretched her lips under the veil.

In the Reach they had many stories.Whispered tales,good night fairy tales,legends narrated on the tip of lips,at the light of a candle.The best known was the one about the “Thornmaker”.It narrated of a distant,remote place...A world where no one was able to feel anything,and people lived on empty souls,bare of emotions.But hidden from everyone,in the immense solitude of his garden,there was a little man dressed in shadows.A lonely,pale and curved craftsman,who from his beautiful roses was able to make crystal thorns.

People went to him,asking to be able to smile,to laugh,to cry,to be able to feel a shred of feeling - because in them hides love and the most compassionate of goodbyes.They are the most intimate extension of the soul,what,more than joy or happiness,makes you feel truly human.

And the craftsman satisfied them,creating for each one of them a single thorn that was able to make them feel what their hearts truly wanted:love,joy,happiness,all by the sting of a thorn.But then people started to become greedy,wanting to feel more and soon the pure and soft emotions were replaced by anger,despair,pain and anguish.They were lacerating passions,disillusions and tears,tears,tears - the craftsman infected a pure world,tinged it with the most intimate and usary feelings.

Mothers,Septas and nannies used to whisper this tales to children before putting them to bed,to teach them that every child can be good;that they must be good,because no one is born bad.It is not in their nature.And to never let themselves be too greedy,to never want what they couldn’t have.

«The Thornmaker.»Aegon remembered now,nodding his head.

Y/n hummed«You were scared of him»she suddenly said,her chest was moving up and down to suppress a laugh at the memory«The day that i told you about him,we had spent the same night awake in the kitchens because you were afraid to go to sleep.»she teased him,her eyes were still soft though.

Aegon stopped walking,they both stood there looking at each other and said nothing.That kind of nothing that meant everything at the same time.

«I wasn’t scared of him.»he corrected her«I was scarred of you.»he breathed out,feeling vulnerable under the light.

«Me?»Y/n asked surprised,her eyes widened and instinctively she brought the rose in her hand close to her chest.

«Yes,you were terrifying for me.»his chest was heavy and he was chewing on his bottom lip,trying to explain what he had kept hidden all this years.

«I didn’t know that-»she stuttered,feeling vulnerable too.

Sensing the panic that was blooming in her,Aegon reassured her immediately«Not in a bad way.You know that warm feeling you get when the sun is shining on your skin for a bit?»he asked.

Carefully he let his hand reach for hers,he had to hold himself to not combust when the soft texture of her skin touched the rogue one his.It was still her hands,even after all this years,her skin was delicate,warm as it caressed his.And when she nodded,he kept talking and holding her hand.

«That’s how I feel when I’m with you.The sweet way you look at me,as if I was the only person in the world and you are right at home with me,it's special and it scared me.»Aegon throat was burning,his lips were trembling with each word he spoke and she listened carefully to all of them.

She had planted in him a thorn,right in the palm of his hand,right in the gardens like she was his own special Thornmaker,making him feel that he never knew could feel before and it scared him.It was a beautiful kind of fear in the beginning but then he became greedy to feel more and it ruined everything for them.

«But then»he continued«I dream every night that you look at me without recognizing me.»they had promised to each other,so many moons ago,that not matter what,they will always have a memory of what they were once.

Y/n eyes were shining,crystal tears were threatening to slide down her covered face and wet her dark veil.Even if he couldn’t see it,her lips parted but no word could made it out if not a brief choked breath.

«Please tell me that i’m not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.»he had no right to look this heartbreakingly beautiful as he pleaded to her and surely he had no right to ask her something like this,no after what he did.

«I thought of you everyday.»Y/n whispered,so sincerely that made his heart burst.

«You did?»he had to make sure.

She nodded«How could i not?The handsome prince that promised me that we would’ve been together forever.Is not something easy to forget.»she was trying so hard to not cry in front of him.

«And we will.»Aegon immediately said«Everything will be better from now on.»he was holding onto that promise.

«Aegon-»she shook her,she seemed distressed.

«What’s troubling you?»he asked softly,still caressing her hand.

Y/n took a step back«I can’t go back to myself.»and then,with the next words,it made it shatter on the ground«Not after-»she stopped herself,breathing heavily at the memory.

Suddenly the garden became to big and she was nine years away.Y/n let go his hand and the rose she was holding in the other fell silently on the ground,alongside the pieces of their hearts.

«Y/n.»»he whispered,he was really crying now and his chest was hurting with every breath he took in.«I desperately wish that things could just go back to the way they were before,trust me.»he sincerely revealed.

«Aegon,there are things that you don’t know about and that are much bigger than both of us.»she tried to make him understand.

«Then explain them to me.»he pleaded,trying to reach for her hand again«What’s wrong?If you tell me,I’ll fix it for you»he asked again.

She was scared of something,he could feel it just by looking at her,and she was trying to hide it as if she could protect for what the future was planning for them.But he wouldn’t let her to be alone in her pain,if it was too heavy he would’ve help her carry it.

The Lady shook her head,tears were hiding in the corner of her eyes«I’m sorry.»was all that she said before leaving him alone once again.

Aegon didn’t knew how he survived till the dinner that his grandfather had informed him that would’ve been hosted that late evening.He didn’t knew how he had walked inside the castle again,right in chambers and never leaving the bed till his mother had came to talk to him like they were supposed to do in the morning.

She,his beautiful Y/n,hated him and she had every right to do so.He had ruined everything,not only her delicate and young face,but what they had created between them.There was no turning back and it was all his fault.How dangerous and self destructive was for him to let her place her thorn in him,to let her be the only light to touch his soul and his heart.Now he was doomed,alone in his darkness as he selfishly thought that she could’ve forgiven him.

When the clear azure sky was painted in dark blue and the pale moonbeams replaced the warm rays of the sun,his entire family was reunited for dinner.Aegon didn’t heard a word of what his mother had said to him in his room that early evening,that’s why he looked surprised to see Cressida and her father,Tyland Lannister,sitting next his brother and sister but most importantly he was surprised to see his youngest brother,Daeron next were his Y/n was sitting quietly.

«Finally.»his mother came in the view,with her hands she was trying to adjust his messy short hair«Take a seat and be good,your father will be here soon.»she informed him.

Aegon nodded distractedly«Pretty dress.»he had murmured walking to where Cressida was sitting.

But his eyes were on Y/n.He noticed her first when he entered the room,she was sitting in the corner and she was wearing a light green dress that fitted her perfectly.Her long hair were braided on her head and a dark green veil was covering her face as usual.She was breathtaking as she stood there silently,while her mother,such a vile and loud woman who didn’t spare him a kind look or any words,was talking to her.

«Brother.»then Daeron had greeted him with a bright smile,opening his arms as he walked towards him.

The room was illuminated by the soft light of candles,the air smelled of wine and fresh flowers,the noisy of people taking to each other and of the servants that were walking in and out fell to deaf ears.

«Daeron?»Aegon was indeed happy to see him,it had been years since he was sent to Oldtown to their uncle.

Daeron was taller now,his muscular frame more defined for his seventeen years of age,but the pure smile on his handsome face and his bright and kind purple eyes,were still the same as the young little boy that used to follow his older brothers everywhere.

«It’s good to see you.»his younger brother said,he seemed nervous though as if he knew something.

Aegon forced a smile on his face«It’s good to see you too.But why are you here?»he asked,confusion all over his face.

Daeron cleared his throat,looking around the room for a moment«Didn’t you spoke with our mother?»he said quietly.

Why was everyone still holding on this?First Ser Criston,then his grandfather,now him.He didn’t wanted to talk with his mother he wanted to talk with Y/n.He wanted to be alone in the room with her,not surrounded by all this people that were accusing him with their eyes.

«Of course.»Aegon lied,his mother came to talk to him but he didn’t listened to her.

Daeron seemed relieved«Good,i hope that everything can still remain fine between us.»he said then,making his brother look even more confused.

Before Aegon could said something,asking what was going on,his father made his entrance.The king health was not the best,after nine years his infection grew drastically and now he looked like the empty shell of the man he used to be.His father had lost almost all of his hair,some of his teeth and his left hand but he could still walk on his own.

The young prince took place in between his younger brother Aemond that gave him a quick glance,as if he knew what was going to happen,and Lady Cressida that smiled immediately at him,she seemed very happy.

On the other side of the table,right in front of him,Y/n was avoiding his heavy gaze keeping her head slightly turned to where Daeron was sitting next to her.He was speaking to her,whispering something in her ear like he was used to do such a intimate gesture for all his life,and she was nodding at every word.

That,that kind of closeness,that understanding and that way to speak to each other made him want to rip his eyes out.But most importantly made him finally realize what was going on.It made him realize why his mother insisted to speak with him,why Cressida was holding his arm and smiled so much,why Daeron was suddenly back and why he was so close to Y/n.

Aegon felt like he was going to faint,his eyes were shining under the light of candles,his heart was beating so fast that he almost couldn’t understand the words coming out his father mouth.

«Cheers for spring,for life and for a growing soul.»the King spoke,sitting at the center of the long table and holding up his cup.

«Aye!»Aegon heard the people in the room,watching them raise their cups in the air.

But he didn’t,he remained quiet and didn’t moved,his Y/n stood still and silent.

«But also for the growing of our families.»his father continued,his mother face was gleaming and his grandfather was clapping his hands«Our three houses will be united together as one.»his voice sounded tired and what he was saying didn’t seemed to be his idea.

Aegon felt Cressida excited thrill,but his eyes were setting on the figure in front of him.Y/n was looking at him now,her eyes,once bright with light,looked empty as he watched him.Little tears growing with every minute that the king took before delivery the news that would’ve pulled them apart even more.

«My first born son,prince Aegon,will marry Lady Cressida by the end of the spring.»his father announced.

It was like being trapped in his mind all over again,but this night he couldn’t wake up because the wasn’t dreaming.The nightmare was right outside his head,under the form of a young Lady of the House Lannister that was gripping his arm and was so happy to become his wife.

«What?»he let out,turning towards his mother.

«Aegon.»this one silenced him with a stern look and a fake smile on her face.

The prince turned to look in front of him«Y/n?»he whispered,did she knew about this?Was she alright about what it was happening?

The young Lady blinked her eyes for e few times,like she was trying to resist the urge to cry«I’m sorry.»she was saying,just like she did earlier in the gardens.

But what really broke his calm and composed demeanor were the next words«My youngest son,prince Daeron,will marry Lady Y/n once the summer will arrive.»and with that everything was gone.

The room fell away,all that he could see was red.He have done bad things.He couldn’t take them back,and they were part of who he was.Most of the time,they seem like the only thing he was.But who was the real him?The person who did something awful or the one horrified but the awful thing he did?Would one part of him be allowed to forgive the other?

It didn’t mattered in the moment,a blinding rage of jealousy was leading him,pulsing in his veins and pumping in his heart.He was envying his brother,for receiving something he had been praying for all his life only when he believed that it was the last piece of it. For his brother,the one with a beautiful patience,it's a moment of celebration.

«I will make you a happy wife.»Daeron told Y/n with a kind smile.

But for Aegon,it was like he was saying:«Look, it's obtainable.I am on the right path living for the right dream.Your dream.»

Everything was blurred after that,Aegon couldn’t remember what had happen precisely.Only that everyone were screaming,that Aemond and some of the guards had to drag him away,that his mother was crying and that Daeron face was a bloody mess under his heavy knuckles.

But most importantly that his Y/n was looking at him,the same way that she did when he had last saw her.And right now he felt like he had lost her all over again.

[according2thelore]

okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

[illegal-spiegel]

Right Out of a Fairyjail

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x gn!reader

Genre: angst? fluff? idek man

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: You meet Dazai in jail and are instantly annoyed by him. Why is he so dramatic? Will he ever shut up? Why is he so nosey?

WC: 1.5k words

A/N: lol I wrote this for a friend's OC and just changed the name. So sorry if you find any errors and if Dazai is OOC </3 also get the title? like fairyTALE lol-

"Whatcha in for?" 

You look up from your nails that you were picking at to look at who spoke. Across from you sat a man with bandages wrapped around his arms and neck. 

You raise a single brow in question, trying to decipher if he was indeed talking to you or not. He’s currently staring you down, so he must be, but why would he be asking you such a personal question? 

“What, cat got your tongue? I know, I know. I’m quite the looker. I’m going to have to ask you to please refrain from falling in love with me though. I already have quite the trail of broken hearts I’ve left behind and I’d hate to add another to the path,” he says dramatically, placing a hand on his chest and faking solemn. 

You do nothing but snort before looking right back down at your hand, using your thumb to scrape out dirt from underneath the middle finger’s nail. “Why are you laughing?” No response. “Am I really so good-looking that the cat has *actually stolen your tongue?” You don’t look up this time. “Oh, I see. You must be mute. Clearly, you aren’t deaf since you looked up when I first spoke.” What is *with this guy? “Was it some terrible, horrible, grotesque accident or were you just born that way?” he continues to pry. You’re honestly flabbergasted by how rude and disrespectful this guy is. He has no shame. 

You sigh and drop your hands into your lap, looking through both of your and his cells’ bars to look into his face. “Are you always this charming or am I just receiving special treatment?” you ask sarcastically, giving him a blank look. 

“Fuck!” he suddenly screams, genuinely looking panicked and honestly freaking you out a bit. “I’m being charming! Shit! Well, there goes your poor little heart. I’m so sorry. I was trying to warn you and was doing my best to be ugly, but with a face like this, I guess it’s just impossible,” he pretends to cry, wiping at his dry eyes and shaking his head as if he’s ridden with guilt. 

You continue to stare at him, expression completely blank and yet another sigh leaving you. You’re already dreading the whole process of being arrested and having to get out of here, but this guy is making it that much worse. 

When you don’t respond, he opens his eyes and raises his head to see what your reaction is. Finding you completely unamused, he blows a raspberry as he leans against his bars. “You’re no fun,” he whines, pouting at you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I came to jail to have fun,” you sassily remark, rolling your eyes. 

“What? That’s the only reason I came! Are you saying jail *isn’t fun?” he shrieks, trying to shake the bars. He then presses his face to the bars and looks left and right, finding an officer standing guard not too far away. “You *lied to me? After all this time? I thought…I thought what we had was special!” he screams, pretending to sob. 

“Shut it, Dazai,” the officer gripes, seeming just as annoyed with him as you. 

“Officer Foster, you wound me,” he pretends to cry, pouting at the man and again wiping at his completely dry face. 

“Have you ever done theater?” you suddenly ask, standing up yourself and walking to your cell’s bars too. His attention turns back to you and he raises a brow. 

“What? No. Why?” he asks, seemingly to be genuinely confused. 

You can’t help but snort. He’s so dramatic and actually a pretty good actor, yet he didn’t get those skills from something as basic as acting in a school play. Interesting. “No reason.” 

“Hm. Well, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Which was…?”

“Whatcha in for?” he repeats from before, his brown eyes seeming to glint in the dim lighting.

“Oh, forgive me. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you, a complete and total stranger, such information,” you say sarcastically, pretending to be ashamed. 

He grins at you. “It’s okay! No hard feelings! All is forgiven!” he teases, smirking at you. You drop the act and gives him a bored look. 

“I really don’t see how it’s any of your business,” you respond, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“What if I go first? Will you tell me then?” he offers, leaning closer to you in his cage. 

“Why so interested?” you counters, tilting your head. 

“No particular reason. I may or may not have been here a few times and yet this is the first I’ve seen such a pretty specimen like yourself locked up in the joint. Plenty of big, scary men with tattoos and mustaches, but no dainty cuties like yourself. Color me curious,” he explains, that ever-present smirk back. 

“Did you just call me a specimen?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him. 

“Anyway, I digress,” he ignores, “So, we got a deal or what?” 

“Sure, whatever,” you grumble, pressing your temple to the cool metal of the bar as you watch him. 

“Excellent!” he shouts, cheering and jumping like he just won the lottery. He then suddenly grows serious as he tightly grips the bars, his expression suddenly grim. “I murdered a man.” 

Your brows furrow but other than that, you don’t react. Dazai’s brow raises just a hair as he leans impossibly closer to the bars, waiting for some big reaction that’s not coming. After a pregnant silence, he lets out a groan and throws his head back. “You really aren’t any fun at all! That normally always gets people! They either freak out and become scared of me, or they suddenly act like we’re brothers from another mother and ask me for details.” You just continue to stare, clearly unimpressed with him. You knew he was lying. 

He blows a raspberry as he’s trying to get brown hair out of his face, his lips pouty. When that fails, his head whips to the side to get the hair out of his eyes only for it to return right back where it was after a few short moments. “Okay. Truth is, I *almost killed a guy. Kinda. It’s a long story. All you need to know is that he deserved it and I’m an innocent man!” he states dramatically, returning to trying to shake the bars. 

You give a disbelieving hum as you nod your head, turning to walk back to your seat. “Right, of course you are,” you pretend to agree, nodding your head. 

“Well? What’s your story? Why are you in the slammer?” 

You stop right in front of the bench that you were sitting on previously, staring down at it and looking at all the carvings on it. “Still don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you respond sassily, turning to take your seat once more. He starts whining. Typical. 

“C’mon! Don’t be such a sourpuss! I told you why I’m here! It’s only fair you share as well!” he continues to whine and shout. 

“I never asked you to share,” you reason, smirking at him. He opens his mouth a few times and closes it, pondering your words. 

“But you agreed to it!” he argues. 

“Did we shake on it?” 

“No, but-”

“Did you make me swear to it?” 

“Well, no. But-”

“Did you make me do the very serious pinky promise?” 

“Would you stop that? I’m being serious here!” he cries, pouting at you. You chuckle and crosses one leg over the other, giving him a once-over. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all. He’s very entertaining. 

“Fine. I’ll tell you,” you agree, watching him perk up. He then stares at you, excitement and intrigue written all over his face. Your smirk only grows when you don’t continue after that, watching his face slowly fall and impatience start settling in. 

“Gah! C’mon! Out with it! I’m dying here! I gotta know!” 

You hum as you lean back against the concrete wall, crossing your arms over your chest. “I killed a man…” you admit softly for only him, and possibly other inmates, to hear. Wow, that felt good to get off your chest. You might as well confess your sins to someone who you’ll never see again. 

You watch Dazai, waiting for a reaction just as he had done earlier. His expression falls and in its place confusion takes place, trying to figure out if you are joking or not much like he was earlier. You stare at each other for a long moment, trying to figure out what the other is thinking. 

Before either of you could say anything more though, the guard from before is walking over to your cell. “Alright, we can’t hold you any longer. You’re free to go…” You hum and stand up, dusting yourself off as you walk towards the door. 

Once it’s unlocked and screeching loudly on its hinges as it opens up, you walk out and pause in the hallway. You look into Dazai’s cell, finding that his eyes had never left you. “Maybe we’ll see each other again. You said you come here on occasion, no?” you tease, smirking at him. And with that, you start walking away. 

“Wait!” You pause, turning to look over your shoulder at him. “Can I at least know your name?” You smile at this, facing forward again. 

“(Y/n),” you state simply before continuing to walk without learning his name in return. It’d be best if he never saw you again. 

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[by-izz]

I saw your Minthara drawings and just wanted to say WOW, you're talented! Do you have any tips for digital drawing, and especially getting facial features so accurate?

Hello there, MischievousSeagull.

Thank you for the ask and for the compliment. I really appreciate it. Minthara is just too gorgeous not to draw her (every day, for the rest of my life).

To answer your question, I must say I am very much an amateur and self-taught as well so my advice my not be what professional artists would always agree with. I personally regret not studying art and doing character and object studies when I was younger because I believed 'drawing from references was cheating' so I never did. Now I know that in order to draw a character and make it look like themselves you will need:

1. Start with high quality references:

I aim for a few different ones from different angles, with good light but not flat light as this washes out facial features. I usually find something I like and then wing the rest of it. I recommend checking out and supporting Baldurs Gate 3 community in game photographers, they are amazing! The bigger the resolution, the better, so you can see the the details clearly and avoid ending guessing 'is this a shadow or a dimple or a smudge?'. Also, studying the references will help you recognise the characters features. And Minthara has a few!

It helps me to keep the reference in grey scale for and even with slightly more contrast to better understand the structure of the face, especially if I am just learning to draw a new character.

2. Make the features match:

There are so many different ways of approaching the form here and I ended up trying out a few ones. I personally need to have some kind of guide for the relative position of eyes, mouth and middle of the face as it can save from making massive errors. But I am becoming more and more impatient and mostly just wing it and spend hours correcting it later.

Doesn't matter how you do it: using the Loomis method, Asaro Head/planes of the head model (I love it, it helps a lot, especially if you are planning to have more detailed shading in your art!), Reilly method or the thirds method, colour blocking shapes method that they teach in art schools (I do that chaotically sometimes) or just mark the positions of features from references or just trace it, this is 50% of success. It doesn't matter how you get there, especially if you are a beginner.

What I have been doing with Minthara is trying different faces, sometimes just the reference, with my chosen body position and choosing the one that looks 'least off' and then sketching it. I remember to mark the features of the face as it's crucial at this stage, whether you stylise your art a lot or just stick to the character proportions: thin lips, deep/almost hooded eyes, the way her buccal pads are shaped, the more pronounced nasal dorsum and the adorable angry look of concern with furrowed brows. And obviously the ears. However, I will make the ears longer and the eyes slightly bigger as it looks better for my style.

The structure is very important because and you gave to trust the process. The ugly phase can be torture and if the drawing has no redeemable features, I will never come back to it. However, the next step can lift it all up.

3. Shape it with darknesss and light:

Choosing the way you render can make a big difference in how the drawing turns out. What helps me at this stage, after I have my base colour established and filled my shapes with it, is to have a layer with shadows (copy the base colour and just change layer properties to multiply and time it dial it down to 50%) and a layer with light (the same but use a different mode like Add or Screen) and that's the base for shading on which I build my colours. But to be fair, I am not great at this and I still refuse to aim for a higher contrast in my drawings. This is something I'd like to improve in this srea. I learned to avoid airbrush and work with blending brushes.

I usually play with these light and dark layers until it looks okayish, then proceed with adding extra light and some details. If I keep forgetting where they light is coming from, I draw a little sun to remind me.

4. Ok, now crisis control:

Sometimes, even if I have the most perfect reference the more I render, the less it looks like the person I intended for it to look like. This is why I keep doing these things throughout the process:

A) Mirroring: canvas>flip horizontal every now and then. Our brains lie to us and if you look at your art long enough,you will not be able to see mistakes. Sometimes, when I want to finish something quickly, I end up not checking for errors (wrong eye position, nonsensical anatomy, etc), and seeing the final version after sometime, it can make me feel like a rubbish artist. Having breaks and coming back to unfinished art is a good way to keeping it a little bit more objective as well.

B) Levels in grey scale: Rendering is hard and with little understanding how colours work it can ruin the best lineart more sketch. It helps to have a grey layer set to Colour on top of your art to check if the dark and light balance is there and if shapes look the way you wanted them to look. My brain likes bright colours and sometimes they don't go well with the rest of the composition, this is where grey scale helps with planning it all.

C) Check what went wrong with the reference: If I mess up badly and nothing is improving my drawing, I will go back to the original reference. Mirroring both helps to look at the structure with fresh eyes but if that fails, I will try to redo the base form or marked features in the reference. If it's hopeless, I'll trace the features until the drawing looks right to me.

I used to draw by looking at reference on a (in)famous okeaki platforms and I learned many things from just going back to the form over and over using guidelines on both the drawing and the reference as one couldn't import a picture in that software like we can do in Procreate. I recommend just studying forms and shapes and simplifying complex structures. I'd be a much better artist if I wasn't feeling like it was cheating back them. Going to various exhibitions and learning that my favourite artists traced their own photos and built the composition around them blew my mind and encouraged me to explore more ways of creating art.

I hope this answers your questions and I hope to see your work in the near future and the planned animatics! I'm learning Procreate Dreams and hoping to create a few short animations, once I get the hang of it.

This was a bit long but it was a really good question and one that I often ask myself in the process. Thanks for asking! I almost ended up doing a tutorial on Minthara's features but that'd be overdoing it, haha!

Cheers to creativity!

Izzy

[icee133]

Hello! This is part nine of the Marionette series! Wanted to let you guys know I won't be able to post next week due to some testing I have to do, but I'll try to make up for it the following week! Hope you guys like this part. Sorry for any writing errors.

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The Marionette

Masterlist, Part Nine 🤍

Word count for this part: 1752. Enjoy!👻👻

Synapsis:

A new overlord has manifested in hell seemingly overnight. One that overpowered many if not all of the current overlords in all the right ways. Will this overlord use her powers for good to help the members of the hotel? Will she fall in love with a man and end up in a loving gentle relationship? Or will she get her heart broken and turn against them all, burning each bridge she meticulously made. 

The Marionette is a heart wrenching fic with many turns you won't see coming. Stay tuned for each of the episodes as they are released.

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Nette and Lucifer had ended the night on a rather high note despite the thing with the now fallen winner. They had bid each other goodnight after a bit more teasing and laughing about their new nicknames for each other. Nette had gone to bed smiling, forgetting a bit about the huge issue that was the first man.

Nette woke up and immediately felt a tension in the air. She quickly shot up out of bed and got dressed. Trying to hurry out of her room and down the stairs she forgot her ability to quite literally open portals. She had thrown her hair up in a ponytail and was trying to tie her bow tie on her way down the stairs. She glanced in the mirror that was at the top of the stairs, straightening herself out to be presentable when she heard the very loud voices coming from the main room. When she reached the final step she heard glass shatter in the main room, then one of her boys voices. Slightly picking up her pace she entered the room to see Adam standing in front of her 3 sons seemingly picking a fight with them. While poor Charlie tried to stand between them repeatedly telling Adam he was still injured and to not make any stupid decisions. Nette knew she had to get involved quickly before this escalated more. She quickly did a scan of the room to see who all was there. Only seeing her 3 boys, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, and Lucifer. “What in the literal hell are the 4 of you doing?” Her 3 boys whipped their heads towards her and the room fell silent. “Charlie. What part of this needs to remain on the ‘down low’ did you not understand? And you-“ Nette turned to look at her boys “you 3 need to sit the fuck down and be quiet. I know the hard feelings you have but you need to understand what is at stake right now. We don’t need all of hell knowing the asshole is here or shit will get ugly. So shut up and sit down” Nette’s voice had dropped back to the tone she had used the first day she had arrived at the hotel, and Lucifer found himself thinking it was rather interesting how easily her voice did. Then thinking how she never used that tone with him. 

Nette turned to Charlie again hoping she would explain herself about the matter when Adam suddenly interrupted. “Who the fuck are you bitch, and what makes you think you can come in here like this and interrupt me?” ‘You can call me Marionette, or Nette whichever doesn’t matter right now. I’m an overlord of hell and the mother of those 3. Now if you wouldn’t mind shutting up so the whole fucking pride ring doesn’t hear your unnecessary yapping that would be fan-fucking-tastic” she said while smiling. Adam’s face turned red almost with a new found rage at the fact this women who was absolutely tiny just spoke to him as though he was nothing. He got right up in her face and started yelling at the overlord. “Do you know who I am? I’m Adam the first fucking man, I started everything on earth, who are you to speak to me li-“ Nette snapped her fingers and Adam suddenly stopped talking. Charlie had tried to shove herself between the 2 of them to prevent any casualties or further injuries to the first man (Despite how much he pissed her off at the very fact he was still being a complete dickwad complete;y ignoring his position at this point in time) when she realized he had stopped talking. She quickly turned to look at him realizing there was a stitch pattern across his mouth with a blue colored string. “Nette what the hell you can’t just do that!” She yelled at the overlord. “I gave him a chance Charlie, but you need to understand he isn’t one who is going to listen to anything, especially not reason. Trusting him be quiet and not run his mouth every fucking chance he gets is a mistake.” Nette said to her.

 

She looked back at the first man before saying “When you earn it you can speak for now all you need to do is listen. Yes we know who you are Adam and that’s the problem. See you were an Angel until- well to be honest we don’t know exactly when you ended up like this but oh well. Anyways you are a sinner now. You are no longer an Angel and that is a big problem. All things considered this is the worst thing that could possibly have happened at this point in time. You being here proves only one thing. That human souls in heaven can fall and become sinners. The exact opposite of what we needed to prove. You being here also puts a large target on the hotel if it gets out. A lot of people down here will want you dead. Like fully dead. The way the exorcists did to many souls down here, and they won’t be gentle or nice about it either. Unfortunately this means you are going to have to stay hidden in the hotel. No leaving, no texting, and no yelling out your name like you did before. Your existence here puts everything in jeopardy. Not only the hotel but your life and ours.” Nette had changed her tone to a less condescending one while speaking to the male. He seemed to understand the importance of the situation, and wanted to say something about it but with the string still stitched across his face he simply couldn’t. 

Charlie was looking at the overlord in front of her as she spoke. She had come to realize the fact that she was very good with words. Always finding ways to say things so they could be understood well. Especially important things. “Can you take the string off so he can talk?” She asked the overlord. Nette looked at her then turned her gaze to her father who was sitting looking directly back at her. She nodded before snapping her fingers again allowing the string to dissipate. Adam spoke “How did this happen? How long has it been since the extermination? Why am I even here?” Charlie saw the sad look in his eyes. A stark contrast to the arrogance that was dripping from his voice earlier. She hesitantly said “we don’t know. Me and Vaggie were trying to figure that out while we were caring for your wounds last night, but didn’t find anything of importance. It’s been months since the extermination, and we only found you yesterday. Where did you go? Where have you been? And how did we find you now with the injuries you sustained back then? None of this makes any sense.” Lucifer spoke for the first time since Nette had been there “I’m not sure what happened, but we know for sure you were killed with an angelic blade. So you shouldn’t have been able to come back. This information is unarguably the one that confuses me the most. But this and Everything else can be dealt with in due time. For now we have preparations to work on for the talk with heaven.” He had addressed Nette when he spoke about the preparations for heaven. Hoping she would get the point that he was excusing himself from this, but had wanted to talk to her when she was finished. Nette caught on quickly before saying “yes we will work on that. Give me a minute and I’ll meet you in your office.” Lucifer nodded before excusing himself from the room. Nette turned back towards her boys “you 3 need to behave. I understand your distaste for the situation, but unfortunately there’s nothing we can do. You are to listen to what the princess of hell says, and this was her decision. I’m sure you want to kill him for what happened, but I don’t even know what that would do considering it didn’t quite work when nifty did it. For now just… BE CIVIL” all 3 of the boys grumbled under their breaths about it but had been present for the duration of the prior conversation. So while they didn’t like it, they knew it had to be dealt with. 

“Charlie… we need to figure out where he went and what happened after the extermination. Try to see if you can’t figure anything out. Perhaps talking to a few of the sins or even the goetia may provide some answers? For now I’m going to work with your father about speaking to heaven. Hopefully all goes well.” Charlie lit up “Of course! Me and Vaggie will look in the library at the castle and see if there is any more information there, and if not we will probably speak to Asmodeus or Belphegor to see if they have any ideas on the matter. Of course, we won’t say too much. Just enough to get what we need if they have it.” She pulled Vaggie into her side before leaving quickly to get started. “Angel, Husk, Cherri, you can come into the room. I know you 3 were listening in.” Nette said pointedly at the entrance to the kitchen. Angel slowly peeled out from behind the wall looking at Nette carefully. “Listen, I need you guys to watch him.” She gestured to the first man. “The 6 of you should be able to handle that while we get the information we need. Just make sure he doesn’t leave- not that he will, but still- and try to be nice. Don’t blow up the hotel or you’ll be answering to 2 very pissed off fallen Angels and the princess of hell. Understand?” A chorus of “yes” rang out in the room. Nette looked at Adam before taking a few steps towards him before summoning a blue string. She grabbed his hand lifting it up before placing it around his wrist tying it in a bow. The string seemed to disappear from sight, but he could still feel it. “Think of this as a form of communication. If you need me for anything pull it off and I’ll be able to talk to you through it. It’s weird but it works.” Adam nodded at her watching as she turned and began walking towards the stairs to meet up with Lucifer in his office. 

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[emissaradia]

closed starter for @studentalthea location: haven note: *cough* i trusted a twink brother eugh

That box had been nothing short of horrible for all parties involved. Aradia had tried to put on a brave face. She'd tried to move through it without second-guessing herself. She'd tried to be the best version of herself that she could be. And all it did in return was show her that she had never made an error a day in her life. Everything she had ever done had been given reason. There were devils that reared their ugly heads in the shape of a friend every day. And for what? To teach a lesson? Well, she thought that lesson sucked. Maybe she shouldn't have trusted someone she barely knew. Devils were awfully convincing though. They crept in when one least expected it and she had never thought she would be the kind of person to fall into such a trap. She'd been kind. She'd been...for fucking what? Everything that had been on the table crashed to the floor as her hands swept across it. And then she soon followed.

Aradia wasn't sure how much time had passed since, but when she awoke, it was with a scream. As if her nightmares hadn't already been a permanent mainstay, they were now increased tenfold. Maybe she would be better off being some demon's vessel. The door opened and she tried to scramble towards it to keep it closed. "Don't come in!" If it was her sister, she probably wouldn't listen. Maybe it was the unknown assistant though. He wouldn't be able to speak a word. Aradia had been holed up in here long enough though. She had to find a way to fix this. She couldn't let this control her. "I won't let you beat me," she muttered under her breath as she tried to lift herself up off of the floor.

[presidenthades]

I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 5!

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

Daemon’s spies never see Sunfyre at Driftmark while Jace is fostered there. Does that necessarily mean Aegon never visited Jace at Driftmark? 🤔 (Hint: Helaena/Dreamfyre are frequently spotted visiting.)

In this verse, Rhaenyra is more familiar with her half-siblings since they spend so much time with her daughters. I think Rhaenyra has a soft spot for Helaena (because everyone has a soft spot for Helaena 🥰 and Helaena is allowed to spend even more time with her nieces since she’s a girl).

Helaena’s fidget toys are a collection of fabric butterflies, which Rhaena makes and sends with her letters.

Jace mentioned a Spicetown merchant selling a horn that can summon krakens, which, in the ASOIAF books, is part of House Celtigar’s collection of curiosities. Whether it’s a genuine artifact is a different question.

Jace doesn’t spend a lot of time talking to Rhaenyra and Daemon this chapter. That’s because she knows she’s a terrible liar, so she keeps her distance in order not to let slip anything about the elopement. Also, Jace’s lack of correspondence while she’s at Driftmark is because she’s distracted by Aegon, who may or may not have found a way to visit her without Daemon realizing.

When Rhaenys catches Daemon’s spy in her rookery, she lets Jace know that Daemon is keeping an eye on her. Jace passes on this message to Aegon so he knows to be sneaky.

Rhaenyra is reminded of herself and Alicent when she sees Rhaena and Helaena. I personally think Rhaenyra and Alicent had non-platonic feelings for each other when they were younger, but I left this bit open to interpretation.

Joff demands Daemon go with her to the dragonglass quarry, partly so she can get dragonglass, partly so Jace can talk about wedding clothes with Rhaena and Helaena without Daemon eavesdropping. Joff also drops the “babies are ugly” line later to distract Daemon and Rhaenyra so the other girls have time to fly to the elopement spot. Joff is an expert at diversions.

The crescent moon amulet that Joff makes is inspired by the ancient Roman lunula, a protective amulet for female children. The “multiples of fourteen” is a reference to the Fourteen Flames of Valyria, kind of like how seven is the lucky number in Westeros.

When Rhaenyra’s labors start, you can see Baela being antsy because she’s thinking about snitching to Daemon about the elopement. Instead, she ends up sending a raven to Rhaenys (referenced by Maester Gerardys later), which is how Rhaenys knows where to go at the end of the chapter.

Joff’s hatred of vegetables is a running joke I wrote into the story to underline that at heart, she really is just a kid.

The elopement happened very differently in an early version of this story, where Baela and Rhaena are both fostered at Driftmark while Jace stays at Dragonstone. Aegon picks up Jace in the middle of the night at Dragonstone, they fly to Driftmark, and Baela and Rhaena blackmail High Tide’s septon to conduct the ceremony, but Daemon arrives before they finish the vows. But I increased Baela and Rhaena’s role in the story, which had a domino effect on a lot of later events. And I made Jace and Aegon complete their vows so it’s harder for Daemon to brush off.

Aegon 100% found the drunk septon in Flea Bottom and hauled him along on Sunfyre.

Rhaenys didn’t know Jace was planning to elope, but she did know something about Jace and Aegon. I might explore her POV one day so I can figure out what exactly she knew 😛

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[littleragondin]

Hello Ragon! 1, 3 and 17 for the BL romance tropes? 👀?

Benka dear! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ thank you for asking ♡♡

1. Enemies to Lovers

This one turned out surprisingly easy, and it's Chu Sangwoo and Jang Jaeyoung from Semantic Error. Frankly I was not convinced after the first episode, I feel like it's easy to step into bully romance which is not something I really enjoy personally. But I thought the antagonism between the two of them and the way it changes and evolves was really well done, and I full heartedly believed in the romance of it all.

3. Childhood Sweethearts

Okay the difficulty in this one is that I don't think a brief connection during childhood is enough to justify calling this trope, but I think the line between this and friends to lovers can be pretty thin? So with some uncertainty to the fit, I'll go with Cake and Seeiw from My Only 12%. I picked them because they have always loved each other, no matter the way or the label they might have put on it. We meet them still pretty young, and they have already been at the center of each other's life for so long already and they can't really imagine their life without the other. And, while it may not be true for Cake, well, he is Seeiw's first love after all.

17. Ugly Duckling

Okay so here is a trope that, in its original format, I don't really like: the "ugly" character getting a make over and suddenly, wow, everyone fall for them. So I do have to go with a show I adore and who kind of turns it around a little bit - Secret Crush on You, especially SkyJao but I'd argue it works for them all. I know Surprise is neither 'ugly' (nor fat, one of my few gripes with the show) but he is treated like it in the narrative AND YET! he gets Known Flirt And Certified Hottie Sky by changing absolutely nothing about himself except allowing himself to be loved (which is not nothing). The whole message of SCOY is that you deserve to be loved the way you are, so it makes sense that they would skip the makeover part of the trope and I do love them for it.