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My Moonlight (Daemon x Reader)

So this was requested by an anon. Once again this was a challenge but I hope I did it justice, let me know if it’s shit but… Enjoy!

It was a cold winter night when princess Alyssa gave birth to not one but two children, prince Daemon and princess (y/n), legend has it (y/n) would wail until she laid next to her twin brother. When princess Alyssa held her daughter he saw herself in the babes eyes, they held the same glimpse of strength and resilience, she was called “the fire of the realm”, the greatest thing was during the labour the wild dragon sheep stealer landed outside the keep.

Once princess Alyssa heard the news she was up on her feet with her twin children in her arms to meet the dragon, (y/n) was the one that sheep stealer had chosen as the dragon sniffed around her and then sat down on the ground, it almost looked like the dragon bowed for the princess, it was not as big in size as Caraxes yet he made up for it with its ill temper and ferocious attitude, it would only listen and obey to (y/n) which caused a lot of problems to the dragon keepers, the dragon was named blaze “it’s only fitting for the realms fire to ride her blaze” she liked to joke.

As the years passed the twins were attached at the hip and the court would joke about how they were the same person. (Y/n) and Daemon would often get in trouble due to the obsession they had for one another, (y/n) had a habit of grabbing little girls by their hair and drag them when they attempted to come close to her brother and Daemon had to be pulled off from other boys that would offer flowers to the princess. Their father would look at them as a continuation of the love he had shared with their deceased mother, it was no coincidence that they looked identical either, two bodies that shared one soul.

“we were born together, we will die together”

Prince Daemon would frequently answer when he was questioned about (y/n). (Y/n) and Daemon could not be tamed by rules, she had given her Maidenhead to Daemon before their betrothal was even announced, whispers of how prince Daemon had taken (y/n) behind a brother at the street of silk spread like fire, they were partially true what they forgot to mention was that (y/n) had dragged Daemon in a dark alley to mountain him, she was insatiable.

“It feels like I am being fucked by myself”

She whispered to him, Daemon laughed but did not oppose to her declare, their resemblance was uncanny and oddly arousing, seeing themselves in one another made it more fun for them, their facial expression matching as their were twisted with pleasure was exciting to say the least.

Both of them were intoxicated by love, they were ruthless as the green eyed monster of jealousy drove them to insanity, their antics baffled everyone as for example their brother Viserys had roared with anger when (y/n) slapped Rhaenyra at her own wedding for dancing and whispering to her lord husbands ear. (Y/n) was restrained by Daemon and was forced out, later a soldier heard their groans of pleasure as Daemon had pushed her against a wall to “teach her a lesson”.

Daemon had taken it a step further as he beheaded her knight for listing after his lady wife, the truth was the knight had just held the princess by the waist when she tripped over and Daemon did not appease to how the knight went about it.

The birthing bed was a place (y/n) would frequent with Daemon by her side as he whispered to her words of encouragement, the ended up having 8 kids, her eldest was a son that (y/n) already carried in her belly when the wedding ceremony was held, she named him Baelon, the second one was twin girls Alyssane and Alyssa, the fourth was another boy named Maegor, then there was Eleana, after her came Rhaegal that gave his mother quite a fright since he decided to arrive earlier than expected, and the last ones were another daughter pair of twins named Visenya and Helias a girl and a boy naturally they all looked like the same person just different heights and personalities, the family resided at dragon stone that Viserys had passed to his siblings, away from duty and boring court gatherings, they showed up when they wished not when they were summoned, on one hand it was a relief since having them around meant chaos would erupt, on the other no one knew when they would strike

“My moonlight”

Daemon called his sister wife who waited for him at the dragon pit with their children. Daemon took (y/n)s hand and placed a sweet kiss on the womans knuckles, he looked up to admire his ever defiant wife.

(Y/n) was dressed in a marvellous black and red outfit and stood next to her dragon, the first to run to Daemon was his youngest Visenya, her long dirty blonde hair swinging as she hugged his fathers leg. Daemon picked her up and held his daughter tightly, she was a spitting image of her parents of course, the only difference was that she was the one to inherit her grandmothers eyes, one was blue and the other was violet.

“How is my little princess?”

“Mother said I can ride my dragon”

“ The dragonkeepers said it’s safe and the red keep is a short flight from here”

“What amazing news”

Daemon beamed, all of their children had dragon eggs in their cradle, unfortunately a few did not hatch including Maegors, however that was quickly forgotten due to (y/n) and daemon flying with their kids to find unclaimed dragons when Maegor had found Cannibal and claimed him he came back riding, in his mothers eyes Maegor was destined to become a legend, the dragon was later named “Gaelithox”.

Daemon had assisted his little girl up on her completely white dragon, Visenya had named him “moonlight” after the nickname Daemon had for (y/n).

“Allow me my love”

“No need”

(Y/n) dismissed her husbands hand and sat on her dragons saddle. Daemon scoffed as he shook his head, of course she would not take his hand, (y/n) never yearned for assistance even if it came from her husband. The flight was short yet blissful, they all went up to the sky side by side and listened to little Visenyas squeals of joy, (y/n) puffed her chest with pride as she gazed at the little girl. Helias had claimed Vermithor, (y/n) had taken the small babe up in the sky with her dragon when she spotted vermithor, something told her to land next to the lonely dragon, it was then that the dragon chose the child as its new rider.

Once they landed their son caught up to his little sister and picked her off her dragon, Maegor was over protective of his siblings. Viserys waited outside for his brother and sister along with his wife, Alicent.

“Daemon and (y/n)! Welcome home”

“My dearest brother, how I’ve missed you”

(Y/n) loved Viserys, it was only for her that Viserys tolerated Daemons rebellious acts. Viserys placed his hands on (y/n)s stomach as his face showed admiration.

“Gods be good sister, your family is a sight for sore eyes, dragon stone seems to have their hands full with heirs”

“our mother unfortunately did not live long enough to make the army she wished for our father, I hope she is smiling down on me for my effort”

“The mother seems to be quite gracious with her blessings for princess (y/n)”

Alicent spoke lightly, (y/n)s eyes focused on her, (y/n) was never fond of the hightowers, she found them repulsive and vicious, lowlife rats that raised their hopes up to take over the Targaryen throne.

“Goddess Meleys was on our side that is correct”

“And let me take a good look at Rhaegal, my daughter is a lucky woman”

Rhaegal was to be wed to Helaena, Rhaegal had grown fond of the princesses innocence and kind heart, he would often ride his dragon to be by her side for as long as he could.

(Y/n) and Daemon pushed their pride aside for their son and allowed the match, they also thought how it would serve for their son to be wed to heleana when Rhaenyra ascends the throne, if their children take over the hightowers they would not go against the princess.

“Let us go inside, Rhaenyra has been waiting for you”

(Y/n)s mask slipped for a quick moment, she could recall the encounter that occurred during her wedding, she shared a look with her husband that made Daemon place his one hand around her waist and the other to hold her hand tightly, the last thing he needed was for his sister wife to be cross with him.

“Princess Rhaenyra it’s been far too long”

“Indeed it has my dear aunt, i see you have been quite busy growing your family”

Rhaenyra hugged her aunt and then took a step back to bow at her uncle, (y/n) smirked at the encounter and Rhaenyras timid behaviour, at least the slap had taught her a lesson.

“And your children have grown, Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey isn’t it?”

“Correct, they were far younger when you last saw them”

“Visenya and Helias were babes, you don’t remember them do you sweetlings?”

Daemon once again picked up little Visenya. The girl shook her head before she hid her face at her fathers neck making everyone’s heart melt. Daemon rubbed her back while (y/n) lifted her son Helias in her arms, Helias seemed intrigued by Rhaenyra since he stared right in her eye, he was the adventurous one.

“I believe the children should go to the gardens, mingle amongst themselves”

(Y/n) suggested, they did not come all the way here to have some family quality time. Naturally Maegor went up to his father so he came hold little Visenya, she was a shy child who adored her brother. Alyssa went to her mother to lure Helias away with sweets, he was always a mothers boy so he needed a tad bit of convincing to leave his mothers arms.

As the children walked away it was only (y/n), Daemon, Viserys, Alicent and Rhaenyra in the room. An awkward silence fell as the three women sized each other up while the men stood completely still, waiting to see the women’s reaction.

“How is your son Baelon?”

“He should be here any minute now with his wife Laena and of course their two daughters, my son has informed me that princess Rhaenyra is interested to betroth Jacaerys and Lucerys with Baela and Raena”

“Indeed, the children seem quite fond of each other”

Rhaenyra responded diplomatically, (y/n) could detect that she was weaponising the children’s feelings so she wouldn’t go against it.(Y/n) nodded as she held back all the sly comments that passed through her mind, her grandchildren would marry the two bastards, what a mess and might she add a waste of Valyrian blood, Baelon was the one that tried to reason with his mother and allow the match, Baelon wished for his daughters to be happy as well as see Baela ascend to the throne with her lord husband.

“Well since we are are discussing the topic of betroths I would like to propose a match”

“What do you have in mind sister?”

“Alyssa has been betrothed to her brother Maegor but I would like to suggest that we betroth my other daughter Eleana to your son Aemond, our families I have been divided for so long it is time we put our differences aside, as well as keep the blood of old Valyria pure”

(Y/n)s eyes shifter for only a moment to take a look at Rhaenyra, Viserys smiled brightly at the proposal while Alicent froze in her spot, (y/n) has noticed that Alicent has a soft spot for her son Aemond so if he was to marry Eleana meant there would be another woman influencing her loyal soldier.

“What a splendid idea my dearest (y/n), Eleana is more than my son would have wished for, isn’t that right my queen?”

“I supposed, Aemond would be a… wonderful husband”

Everyone with eyes could detect Alicents uneasiness at the proposal, Eleana was a force to be reckoned with, an excellent archer and a mighty dragon rider, her spirit would not be silenced under Alicents influence, quite the contrary Alicent feared for her son being dragged away from her reach and follow his wife in whatever she wished, which was why (y/n) suggested it.

Alicent could feel it how every move was calculated and an attempt to shoot down anything the hightowers might have in mind. Aemond was a family oriented man, if him and Eleana were to have children he would never turn against his own kin, Heleana was to be wed to her other son so as a wife and a gentle soul she would comply with her husbands wishes, one of them was for Heleana to move to dragon stone after the ceremony. (Y/n) was already taking away her only daughter and now she planted a spy in his sons chamber.

“May I ask dear sister, what about your daughter Alyssane? Our son Aegon might-“

“No”

Daemon spoke up for the first time. He had heard stories of the nuisance that was Aegon, “a waste of a name” he called him when he was brought in question, Daemon had grown the closest to his daughter Alyssane, she was an exquisite sword woman and a perfect diplomat, he would never throw his daughter to the low life that was his nephew. (Y/n) squeezed her husband hand and smiled at him, her smile seemed warm although Daemon caught on quickly that it was his first and last warning.

“Alyssane is a free spirit my king, we’ve had numerous discussions about her and Aegon that led nowhere, she is adamant to marry Lord Cregan Stark, he has already send ravens to us asking for her hand, I think you can understand I cannot go against true love”

(Y/n) spoke the truth, her daughter Alyssane was keen on marrying Cregan stark, a fine young prince that would support their daughter and make her the queen of the north, what was a flat out lie was the “numerous discussions”, Alyssane and her parents had never discussed that option, Aegon was not their problem.

Before their plans could go any further they were interrupted by the guards bursting in the room.

“My apologies but you must come to the gardens, Prince Maegor has attacked prince Aegon”

“My child”

Alicent made haste and flew out the room leaving the others stunned. (Y/n) eyeballed her husband, their tight bond came in handy in these situations when they had to communicate with just their eyes. Everyone moved as fast they could and were met with Maegor being held back by three guards as Alicent inspected her son for injuries.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Daemons voice was loud and clear, Maegor had a temper but had never acted with violence without reason. Maegor gained back his composure when he realised his parents were present, (y/n) went to walk to her son as the guards led him go.

“What is the meaning? Your son is a savage, my children are once again met with cruelty of your family”

“Your grace let us not jump to conclusions, Maegor as your mother I demand to know what happened”

Maegor remained silent. As he looked at his sister he thought of what to say, he did not regret his actions yet once his mother came in his vision he felt embarrassed over his temper.

“Maegor I won’t ask twice”

“He wanted to bet money that he could fuck Alyssa”

Maegor interrupted his mother with his voice rising due to anger. It was like time stopped when Maegor made the accusation known, Maegor was defending his sister that was his soon to be wife.

Aegon was unaware that his uncle was standing behind him when he spoke with such disgusting words over his sisters. Alyssa and Alyssane were playing out a sword fight while Eleana and Visenya sat on the grass with Heleana and watched, the sons of Rhaenyra had ran off somewhere with Rhaegal and Aegon had turned to his brother Aemond to demise Maegors sisters. He was about to jump in the conversation so he can make Aegon stop talking when he heard of the bet, that was what made him lose his mind.

“Is that true Aegon?”

Alicent questioned in a state of shock. If what Maegor had stated was correct then it was another stab on Alicents back, her own son had betrayed her and left them exposed to the hungry wolves that was (y/n) and Daemon.

Aegon remained silent and (y/n) found this as an opportunity to approach the boy and land one harsh slap on his already bruised face. Alicent nor anyone else did not dare to stop her, he had crossed a line and spoke ill of her daughter, if it was the other way around Alicent would have done the same. Daemon admired his twin with his head held high as she grabbed Aegon by the chin and forced him on his knees in front of her son Maegor.

“Alyssa, go to your brother Maegor”

Alyssa did as told and wrapped her hand around Maegor after she leaned her head on his shoulder. Alyssa and Maegor were in love ever since they were toddlers, even if Maegor was younger he always protected his siblings and although he struggles with intimacy (y/n) recalled when Maegor would slip a small daisy in Alyssa’s books every day or how she waited for him to find a dragon so they could fly together, Alyssa had claimed silverwing when the dragon came out of hiding on Alyssanes and Alyssa’s first name day.

“Apologise to them”

“What?”

“You heard her boy, apologise to them”

Daemon repeated as he had approached his wife who stayed next to the kneeling boy. Aegon looked back at his mother for help yet to no avail, he had created this mess he was going to come out of it by his own.

“I…. I am sorry”

“For what?”

“I am sorry for speaking in a low manner about Alyssa”

“If I hear that you even looked at any of my daughters way, I will cut off your hands and your cock so I can feed it to you. Understood?”

Aegon only nodded in fear of (y/n)s wrath. She took her eyes of Aegon who was clearly beaten with quite the strength from Maegor and took a few steps to stand at the head of her son. Maegors posture was proud and there was no sight of remorse in his eyes as they laid upon his mother. Everyone held their breath as (y/n) handled the matter, all of Westeros were familiar with how far Daemon and (y/n) would go for their children, gods save the man that would harm their family. A small smirk appeared in (y/n)s lips as she reached up to caress her sons cheek

“You are your fathers son, I am proud of you my dear Maegor”

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[muiitoloko]

Needs

Summary: You are there to meet all of his needs.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Author's Notes: Well, folks, brace yourselves for another rollercoaster ride of a story! I gotta admit, this one had me wrestling with writer's block like nobody's business. Every word felt like it was mocking me from the page! But then, lo and behold, I stumbled upon some Karl gifs on Tumblr and bam! Inspiration struck like lightning! 🌩️ Had to spill some ink on Karl, no question about it. Here's hoping I did justice to the enigma that is Karl in this one-shot! Oh, and can we talk about Charlotte? Let's just say, I'm not exactly her biggest fan... Am I alone in this? 🤔

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As Karl stood by the window, his gaze fixed on you, the maid, playing with Otto in the garden, a myriad of conflicting emotions swirled within him. It had been two weeks since Charlotte had left with Friedrich, leaving Karl and Otto behind. Two weeks since Karl had managed to recover from his illness, but the ache of missing his wife lingered like a ghost haunting the halls of his home.

As he watched you, a simple maid with a beauty that had gone unnoticed until now, Karl couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within his chest. He missed the warmth of a woman, especially when he lay alone in his bed at night, the cold sheets a constant reminder of his loneliness.

Over time, Karl began to notice things about you that he hadn't paid attention to before. He saw your beauty, simple yet captivating, like someone from his own class. He observed the dedication with which you carried out your duties, the tender care you showed towards Otto, his beloved son.

And then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, Karl's gaze fell upon the neckline of your dress, the delicate curve of your breasts teasingly visible beneath the fabric. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, his pulse quickening with desire as he imagined what it would be like to hold them, to suckle at them with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Karl closed his eyes, cursing himself as he leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window. He missed the warmth of a woman, the softness of her skin against his, and there you were, a woman so close and yet so far away.

He wondered if you were still a virgin, if you had ever felt the heat of a man's touch. But it didn't matter, did it? Because Karl would be better than any man you had ever known, much better. He would treat you with the respect and adoration you deserved, fulfilling every desire and whim with a passion that knew no bounds.

But then, with a shake of his head, Karl opened his eyes, the realization of what he was thinking hitting him like a ton of bricks. What the hell was he doing? He was a married man, a father, and you were just a maid, beneath him in every sense of the word.

With a sense of self-disgust, Karl moved away from the window and strode purposefully towards the door, determined to put an end to these foolish thoughts once and for all. He swung the door open, interrupting your play with Otto as he ushered you both inside.

"Enough playing for now, Otto," Karl said, his voice firm as he directed his son towards the bathroom. "It's time to wash up and get ready for dinner."

Otto visibly wilted at the dismissal, his shoulders slumping as he reluctantly obeyed his father's command. You, on the other hand, bowed respectfully, apologizing for the interruption and offering to help with dinner preparations.

But Karl ignored your offer, his gaze distant as he instructed Otto to hurry along. "We will have dinner promptly at seven," he said, his tone clipped. "Make sure everything is ready by then."

You nodded obediently, bowing once again before turning to leave the room. As you passed Karl, he couldn't help but notice the way your dress clung to your curves, the sway of your hips as you walked away sending a shiver of desire down his spine.

But Karl quickly pushed aside his wayward thoughts, his sense of propriety kicking in as he returned to his office at home. Taking a tissue from his pocket, he pressed it against his mouth while coughing, the sound muffled against the fabric as he tried to quell the persistent ache in his chest.

"Damn foolish thoughts," Karl muttered to himself, his voice tinged with self-loathing as he leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts of you. "I must focus on my work, on providing for my family. That is all that matters."

But even as he tried to push you out of his mind, Karl couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered like a shadow in the depths of his soul. And as he sat there, alone in his office, the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had been different.

As Karl sank into the warm water of the bathtub, he closed his eyes, trying to push aside the intrusive thoughts that plagued his mind. The sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub provided a soothing backdrop, but even the comforting embrace of the warm water couldn't chase away the persistent ache of longing that gnawed at his chest.

You, the maid, moved quietly around the bathroom, preparing to assist Karl with his bath as you had done countless times before. But today was different. Today, Karl couldn't help but notice the way your gentle hands moved with practiced ease, the way your touch sent shivers of desire coursing through his veins.

As you approached the tub, Karl tried to suppress the rising tide of arousal that threatened to consume him. He had never given your presence a second thought before, but now, he couldn't even relax in your presence without feeling the stirrings of desire.

Desperate for some relief from his torment, Karl toyed with the idea of visiting some prostitutes, hoping that the physical release would help to banish the thoughts of you from his mind. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't bring himself to act on it, the image of your face haunting him like a specter in the darkness.

You began to wash Karl's back, your touch gentle and soothing against his skin. But as your hands moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine with feather-light touches, Karl couldn't help but tense up, the warmth of your touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through his veins.

He tried to ignore the sensation, to focus on anything other than the way your touch made him feel. But when you passed into his arms, your body pressed tantalizingly close to his, Karl couldn't help but look at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he quickly averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You noticed his gaze and gave him a small smile, your eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Are you feeling better, Herr Hoffmeister?" you asked respectfully, your voice soft and gentle as you continued to bathe him.

Karl nodded, his voice hoarse with emotion as he admitted, "Yes, I am feeling much better, thank you. Still coughing a lot, but not as bad as before."

You smiled again, genuine happiness shining in your eyes as you said, "I'm glad to hear that, Herr Hoffmeister. You had us all worried there for a while."

The two of you fell silent once again, the only sound in the room the gentle splashing of water as you continued to bathe Karl. And as he lay there, enveloped in the warmth of the water and the comfort of your presence, Karl couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to reach out and take you in his arms, to hold you close and never let go. But he quickly pushed aside those thoughts, burying them deep within his heart as he focused on the task at hand, determined to put an end to these foolish fantasies once and for all.

As the silence stretched between you and Karl, he finally broke it with a question, his voice cutting through the quietude of the bathroom. "How long have you been serving me, uh... what was your name again?" he asked, his tone slightly hesitant as he tried to recall your name.

You smiled softly, accustomed to his occasional forgetfulness. "It's [Your Name], Herr Hoffmeister," you replied respectfully, your voice gentle as you continued to bathe him. "And I've been serving you for ten years now, since I was eighteen."

Karl's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your response. "Ten years?" he repeated, genuine curiosity shining in his gray eyes. "That's quite a long time. I must admit, I hadn't realized it had been so long."

You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you continued to wash his back. "Yes, time flies, doesn't it?" you remarked, your voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "It feels like just yesterday that I first started working here."

Karl fell silent for a moment, lost in thought as he processed your words. Then, with a curious glint in his eyes, he asked, "Do you have a husband? Or perhaps a fiancé? Children, maybe?"

You shook your head, a faint blush coloring your cheeks at the mention of marriage and children. "No, Herr Hoffmeister," you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never had many expectations about marriage or children. My life has always been here, serving you and taking care of Otto."

Karl's curiosity seemed to be piqued by your response, his gaze lingering on your face as he asked, "Do you have any family, then? Siblings, perhaps? Do your parents live nearby?"

You smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in your eyes as you spoke. "I don't know, Herr Hoffmeister," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "I was orphaned at a young age, raised by the nuns at the orphanage."

Karl's eyes widened in surprise at your revelation, his expression one of genuine sympathy as he processed the information. "You're an orphan?" he asked softly, his voice filled with compassion. "Do you... do you know who your parents are?"

You nod solemnly in response to Karl's question, the memories of your past flooding back with painful clarity. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you reply quietly, your voice tinged with sadness. "My mother was a prostitute, and my father... well, from what the nuns told me, he was a judge from England named Turpin."

Karl's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your revelation, his expression one of genuine curiosity as he processes the information. "Turpin?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. "The judge from England? How did...?"

You nod, cutting him off before he can finish his question. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you confirm, your voice barely above a whisper. "He was traveling through Germany and ended up getting my mother pregnant. But he made it clear to her that he didn't want me, and he returned to England, leaving my mother alone to raise me."

A pang of sadness comes over you as you imagine the struggles your mother faced, the possible loneliness and hardships she must have endured. Only she could not escape the cruel hand that fate imposed on her and ended up dying in childbirth, leaving you alone and an orphan.

Karl's expression softens with sympathy as he listens to your story, his gray eyes filled with compassion. "I'm so sorry, [Your Name]," he murmurs, his voice gentle but filled with genuine regret. "That must have been incredibly difficult for you."

You offer him a small smile, though there is a hint of sadness in your eyes as you continue to speak. "It was," you admit quietly. "But I was fortunate enough to be taken in by the nuns at the orphanage, where I was raised until I turned eighteen."

His curiosity got the best of him, and he asked, "Have you ever tried to contact your father?"

You nodded quietly, a hint of sadness flickering across your features as you recalled the memories of your youth. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you replied softly. "When I was young, I sent a letter to him, hoping to establish some connection. But I heard nothing back. Later, I learned that he had married a peasant girl and started a family of his own."

Karl's expression darkened at the mention of your father's lack of response, a flicker of anger flashing in his gray eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "It must have been difficult for you, reaching out only to be met with silence."

You nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of your lips. "It was, Herr Hoffmeister," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I let it go. I lived in the orphanage until I turned eighteen, and then I came here, looking for a job. The old butler spoke to you on my behalf, and you graciously allowed me to become one of the housemaids."

Karl listened intently to your words, his gaze drifting away for a moment as he processed the information. But when he turned back to you, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes as he asked, "And you've been serving me ever since?"

You nodded, a sense of pride evident in your voice as you replied, "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister. It has been an honor to serve you and to take care of all your needs."

Karl looked away, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions as he questioned whether your loyalty was truly genuine. "But would you be willing to take care of me, of all my needs?" he asked hesitantly, his baritone voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

You frowned slightly at his question, unsure of what he was getting at. "Yes, of course, Herr Hoffmeister," you replied earnestly, your voice filled with determination. "I am here to serve you in any way that I can."

Karl's gaze softened at your response, and he reached out to take your hand in his, pressing it gently against his chest as he searched your eyes for reassurance. "All my needs?" he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blushed at the implication of his words, understanding what he was asking. Unable to meet his gaze, you looked away briefly before meeting his eyes once again, your cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Yes, all your needs," you affirmed, your voice steady despite the embarrassment that coursed through your veins.

Karl's expression softens further, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability as he pulls you closer by the wrist he's holding. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he brings his other hand to cup your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

His voice falls into a low, husky cadence as he asks you to answer to his need now. "Do you mean that, [Your Name]?" Karl's voice is barely above a whisper, filled with a desperate hopefulness.

You meet his gaze, your heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. His vulnerability surprises you, but there's something in his eyes that draws you closer, despite the implications of his request. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you reply softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I am here to serve you."

Karl's grip tightens slightly on your chin, his gaze intense as he leans closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Then kiss me," he murmurs, his voice a mere whisper against your lips.

You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest as you meet his gaze. But then, with a newfound resolve, you lean forward, closing the distance between you as you press your lips against his.

At first, the kiss is tentative, hesitant, as if both of you are unsure of what to expect. But then, as the seconds pass, the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Karl's hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss even further.

The warmth of his lips against yours sends a shiver of desire coursing through your veins, igniting a fire deep within your soul. You respond eagerly, your hands moving to tangle in his gray hair as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment.

For a brief, fleeting moment, nothing else exists except the two of you, lost in each other's embrace. And as you pull away, breathless and flushed with desire, you realize that nothing will ever be the same again.

Karl's gray eyes are dark with longing as he admits in a husky voice, "I want to take you to my bed today, [Your Name]."

Your heart races at his words, your cheeks flushing with excitement as you nod eagerly, your desire mirroring his own. Karl's touch is surprisingly gentle as he caresses your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he studies your expression.

In a moment of vulnerability, Karl's gaze drifts to your lips before he gathers his courage to ask, "Are you... a virgin, [Your Name]?" His voice is soft, tinged with a hint of uncertainty as he waits for your response.

You blush at the question, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you shake your head. "No, Herr Hoffmeister," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm sorry."

But Karl's response surprises you. Instead of expressing disappointment or disapproval, he simply smiles and says, "It's alright, [Your Name]. I don't mind." His words are filled with understanding and acceptance, easing the tension that had been building inside you.

Then, with a note of anticipation in his voice, Karl questions, "Do you... want this? Want to go to bed with me, [Your Name]?" His eyes search yours, longing to hear your answer, to know that you desire him as much as he desires you.

You meet his gaze with unwavering determination, the fire of desire burning brightly in your eyes as you confess, "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister. For a long time, I've thought about it, imagined what it would be like to be taken care of by you, just as you took care of Mrs. Hoffmeister."

Karl's heart swells with a mixture of desire and affection at your words, his hands trembling slightly as he lets go of your face and rises from the bathtub. Moving away from you, he looks momentarily irritated as he says, "Don't mention her, Fräulein. I don't want to think about the fact that she left me for another man."

You nod apologetically, understanding the pain that Karl must be feeling at the mention of his estranged wife. As Karl dries himself off with a towel, he orders you to follow him, and you do so obediently as he leaves the bathroom and heads towards the bedroom.

The anticipation hangs thick in the air as you enter the bedroom together, the tension between you palpable as you both prepare to take the next step in your relationship. His gaze lingers on your simple maid's dress, the fabric clinging to your curves in all the right places, accentuating your beauty in a way that sends a shiver of desire down his spine. He can feel his pulse quicken with each passing moment, his arousal evident as he takes in the sight of you standing before him.

With a husky voice, Karl murmurs, "Fräulein, come closer." His words are a command, filled with a raw intensity that leaves no room for hesitation. You obey without question, stepping closer to him until you're standing just inches apart, the heat of his body radiating against your skin.

Karl's hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His lips are demanding, hungry, as he claims you with a passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

And as Karl's lips claim yours in a passionate kiss, you feel the unmistakable prickle of his mustache against your skin, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. You relish the sensation, savoring the feeling of his rough facial hair against your soft lips, a tantalizing reminder of his masculinity.

But as the kiss deepens, you break away, holding his shoulders firmly as you gaze into his gray eyes with unwavering determination. His naked form stands before you, still slightly damp from the bath you had given him earlier, his baritone voice filled with desire as he watches you intently.

With deliberate movements, you caress his shoulders, feeling the tension melt away beneath your touch. Your hands glide down to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscular frame before slowly falling to your knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as you do so.

Karl's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, anticipation evident in his gaze as he waits for you to take the next step. His half-hard cock twitches with desire, but you deliberately ignore it for now, focusing instead on pleasing him in other ways.

As you settle at his feet, your hands trail up his thighs, the fabric of your simple maid's dress brushing against his skin. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his arousal evident as you continue to tease him with your touch.

With a coy smile, you look up at him, your eyes shining with mischief as you ask in a husky voice, "Herr Hoffmeister, may I take care of your needs?" Your words are filled with promise, a hint of anticipation laced with desire as you await his response.

Karl's breath hitches at your question, his gray eyes dark with desire as he nods eagerly, his voice thick with arousal. "Yes, Fräulein," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "Please, take care of me."

With a wicked grin, you lean forward, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as you trail kisses along his flesh. You can feel his pulse quicken beneath your touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as you tease him mercilessly.

But you're not done yet. With a slow, deliberate motion, you run your hands up his thighs, bypassing his aching cock as you reach for his hips. Karl's groan of frustration only spurs you on, your lips curling into a wicked smile as you revel in the power you hold over him.

With practiced ease, you massage his hips, your fingers digging into his flesh as you work to relieve the tension that has built up within him. Karl's grip tightens on your shoulders, his baritone voice filled with desperation as he pleads with you to give him what he craves.

The hunger in Karl's gray eyes grows more intense, his baritone voice thick with desire as he watches you with unabashed longing. The sight of you, dressed in your simple maid's attire, on your knees before him ignites a fire within him, driving him to the brink of madness with need.

But even in this vulnerable position, it's clear to karl that you hold all the power. Your wicked grin, your teasing touch, they all serve to remind him that it's you who dictates the pace, you who decides how far this will go.

And yet, Karl can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of surrendering control to you. With a low growl of desire, he reaches down to grasp your chin, his thumb brushing lightly against your lips as he murmurs in a husky voice, "You have me completely at your mercy, Fräulein. But I warn you, I'm not easily tamed."

Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you meet his gaze, your lips curling into a wicked smile as you reply, "Oh, I'm well aware of that, Herr Hoffmeister. But don't worry, I like a challenge."

With that, you lean forward, your lips trailing a path of fire along his inner thigh as you inch closer and closer to your ultimate goal. Karl's pulse quickens with each teasing touch, his heart racing with anticipation as he feels your lips inch closer to his aching cock.

And then, finally, your lips closed around him, your mouth hot and wet as you took him deep within your throat. Karl's head fell back in ecstasy, his gray eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of your touch.

With each expert flick of your tongue, each gentle suckle of your lips, Karl felt himself spiraling further and further into a blissful haze of desire. Your mouth was pure heaven, a sinful delight that threatened to consume him whole as you worked your magic on him.

But Karl wasn't content to simply be a passive participant in this dance of pleasure. With a low growl of desire, he reached down to grasp your hair, guiding you with gentle but firm pressure as he set the rhythm of your movements.

The feeling of your lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling and dancing with wicked intent, was enough to drive Karl to the edge of sanity. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort to contain the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume him.

As he felt himself nearing the brink of ecstasy, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you gasping for more as he instructed you to disrobe and recline upon the bed. Eager to feel him within you, you wasted no time in complying with his command, swiftly removing your garments and lying back upon the bed, your body pulsating with anticipation.

Karl watched intently as you shed each piece of clothing, his gray eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of your naked form. He admired the way your curves beckoned to him, the softness of your skin inviting him to explore every inch of your body.

Once you were fully undressed and lying on the bed, Karl moved closer, his hands trembling with need as he reached down to caress his own throbbing cock. His baritone voice was thick with desire as he spoke, his words sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"Now, meine liebe, I want to feel you around me," Karl murmured, his voice husky with lust as he positioned himself between your legs. "But first, I need to prepare you for me."

With a wicked grin, Karl leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before trailing kisses down your neck and chest, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. As he reached your breasts, he took each nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking and nibbling on them with fervent desire.

Your breath hitched at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his gray hair as you arched your back in pleasure. Karl's mustache tickled your skin, adding to the intensity of the sensation as he lavished attention on your sensitive peaks.

But Karl wasn't content to stop there. With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he continued his journey southward, trailing kisses along your stomach and thighs until he reached the apex of your desire. His tongue flicked out to taste your wetness, and you moaned in ecstasy as he teased you with his expert ministrations.

"Oh, Herr Hoffmeister," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as he worshipped you with his mouth. "Please, I need you inside me."

Karl removes his mouth from your pussy, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, craving more of his touch. He doesn't disappoint, his thick fingers soon replacing his tongue as he stretches you open, preparing you for what's to come. With practiced ease, he slides two fingers inside you, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Karl," you moan softly, obeying his command to call him by his first name. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears, fueling his desire even further. But he reminds you to keep your voice down, not wanting to wake his son with your passionate cries.

You nod eagerly, squirming on the bed as Karl's fingers explore every inch of you, driving you wild with need. His baritone voice washes over you like a wave of heat as he murmurs, "That's it, meine liebe. Moan my name for me, but remember, quietly."

With each thrust of his fingers, you can't help but moan, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity. "Karl," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper as you ride his fingers, craving more of him with each passing moment.

Karl's gray hair brushes against your skin as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his mustache tickling your skin as his tongue dances with yours. The sensation sends a jolt of desire straight to your core, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing second.

As the heat between you reaches its peak, Karl finally withdraws his fingers, his gaze filled with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. With a wicked grin, he whispers, "Are you ready for me, meine liebe? Ready to take all of me?"

You nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation as Karl enters you with a single, powerful thrust. The feeling of him filling you completely is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in a dizzying whirlwind.

"Karl," you cry out, unable to contain your passion as he moves inside you, each thrust driving you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. But you remember his warning and keep your voice low, your moans muffled against his shoulder as you surrender yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

With each thrust, Karl's baritone voice fills the room, urging you on with whispered words of encouragement. "That's it, meine liebe," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take all of me. Feel me deep inside you."

You cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you ride the wave of pleasure together. And as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, you cry out his name one last time, your voice filled with pure bliss as you finally succumb to the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you both.

As Karl continues thrusting, chasing his own climax, you writhe beneath him, your body aching with pleasure as you cling to him desperately. His baritone voice fills the room with a chorus of moans and groans, the sound of his pleasure mingling with your own as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together.

With a hoarse moan, Karl finally pulls out, his seed spilling onto your belly in a hot, sticky mess. For a moment, he stays on top of you, his body trapping you against the mattress as he revels in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. Then, with a contented sigh, he rolls off of you and lies next to you with a satisfied smile on his lips.

You lie side by side, panting and spent, your bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. But despite the exhaustion that threatens to consume you, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you bask in the warmth of Karl's embrace.

Feeling a surge of affection, you crawl towards him, pressing your naked body against his as you lay your head on his chest. Karl's arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you close as he presses a tender kiss to your head.

With a contented sigh, you ask in a soft voice, "Did I manage to meet your needs, Karl?"

Karl's gray eyes sparkle with affection as he gazes down at you, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, meine liebe," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth. "You exceeded my every expectation."

Feeling emboldened by his words, you trail a hand down his chest, teasing him with feather-light touches as you whisper in his ear, "Is there anything else you desire, Karl? Anything at all?"

Karl's breath hitches at your touch, his pulse quickening with desire as he meets your gaze with unwavering intensity. "Oh, Fräulein," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing. "I desire nothing more than to lose myself in you, body and soul."

With that, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hunger evident as he claims you with a passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more. And as you surrender yourself to the pleasure of his touch once again, you realize that this is only the beginning of your journey together.

Translation:

"meine liebe" - my love

"Herr Hoffmeister" - Mr. Hoffmeister

"Fräulein" - Miss (or young woman, typically used to address an unmarried woman)

[dirtybitfic]

COMPANY PT.2

Contains~ flirting , slight touching😼, awkward/sexual tension,

Y/n pov-

I jolt up in bed to a rustling sound coming from the corner of my room. My heart is beating a mile a minute until I look over and see Matt grabbing my suitcase and makeup/ toiletry bag.

I put my hand over my heart trying to calm myself . He turns around when he hears my obvious heavy breathing. " Im sorry I didn't mean to scare you I was just grabbing your bags and going to put them in the car" he explains as he slings the bag over his shoulder with ease.

"No its okay just startled me a bit... thank you for grabbing my bags" I say with a smile. " Of course now i'm gonna go put these in the car but I laid out an outfit so you can just throw it on and get into the car" he says with a smile as he heads to the door. "Oh uhh thank you" I say as I run my hands through my hair and get out of bed . "ill be back up in minute to get you and then we'll head out okay?" "Okay sounds good" I say as I walk to my bathroom to go pee and splash some cold water on my face to really wake me up.

I walk out and look on the small seating couch I have pressed against the left wall seeing the outfit he picked for me too wear. Its cute but comfortable so I'm happy he chose it . I throw on a comfortable pair of underwear and get the outfit on and throw on some of my micro mini ugg boots. I put my hair up in a messy bun to keep it out of my face and grab my AirPods, phone and charger and throw them in a small purse and head to my living room to sit on the couch and wait for him to come back.

I sit looking out at all the buildings and the dark cloudy sky . It makes me a little nervous for the flight seeing that its definitely going to be a stormy day which isn't unusual here but flying through a storm is never ideal.

The door opens making me look up at Matt coming in . Its weird seeing my boss just freely open my door with a spare key it almost feels ... wrong . I brush off the feeling creeping down my spine when he smiles at me " Ready to go" he asks as he sets the extra key on the counter. "Yep" I say as I stand up and walk over to him. "Got everything you need?" he asks me before we leave and I forget something. " I got my phone, charger , AirPods, keys anddd oh shit my wallet one sec" I say as run off to my room . "Don't forget your pass port its on your bedside table" he yells after me .

I grab my wallet and passport sighing happy he reminded me to grab it . I run back down the stairs out of breathe . " Okay now I have everything" " And to think little miss perfect almost forgot the two most important things" He says in a joking teasing tone. I roll my eyes and smile and my cheeks flush in embarrassment . " Okay lets go don't want to be late" He says as he ushers me out the door .

We take the elevator down in silence but it's not awkward it's a very comfortable silence . We walk out and head down to the underground parking deck making it to his car . He opens the door for me I smile at him as I climb in and he shuts it behind him . He makes his way around the car opening his door and getting in turning on the car and pulling out of the spot driving through the scanner bar that lifts and we're off to the airport.

The ride take about 30 minutes . I look out the window watching the city go by as he speeds down the highway.

After a bit we reach the private entrance to the jet and plane area . He parks and we make our way through the small check in . " Hi Mr. Sturniolo we'll just need to see both of your ids and passports and run a quick bag check and the you'll be good to go" the man says at the desk . "Of course here's mine and " I hand my id and passport to him "here are hers" . "Thank you everything looks good have a safe flight" he says as they take our bags out of the scanner and wheel them to the door. We walk out of the door and down the stairs to Matts private jet . They put our bags in the cabin for us and the pilot greets us then goes back to the front to start up everything before we take off.

I take a seat in the seat across from Matt and pop in my AirPods starting my playlist I downloaded last week. I lay my head back and relax into the seat . After maybe 10 minutes we take off and our starting our long ass fucking journey to France.

I must have fallen asleep because I jolt awake when I feel a tap on my knee. I take out my AirPods and look at matt who's leaning closer to me . " Im sorry to wake you up but we have about an hour left to the flight " he says . I notice his hair is a bit disheveled and his eyes look a little glazed over . " Wait there is only an hour left ... how long did I fall asleep for?" I question in shock knowing this flight was like 14 hours long . " About 12 hours " he answers casually . " Jesus I haven't slept that long In years" I say as I rub my eyes and yawn . " You needed it after last night " he answers with a comforting smile. " Yeah I guess your right .... Thank you for you know ... it was very nice of you" " Of course you know I care about you " he answers as his hand softly caress my thigh. " I- I know but still thank you it meant a lot to me for you to care that much" I say as I look down at his hand thats still on my thigh. I trace the veins that run from his knuckles to his wrist with my eyes . " We'll now you know that I mean it when I say i'm always here for you if you need anything " he says and I look up at him returning the warm smile he gives me. His hand leaves my thigh and I hate to say it but I so badly wanted to grab it and place it right back where it was.

The last hour goes by quickly and we've landed at a small airport right outside of a large chateau castle type of building.

" This is our hotel" matt informs me as we step off the plane ." The hotel has its own landing strip?" I ask in shock."Yes . They have a lot of high class business people who stay here so it just makes sense" he says as he grabs both our bags and starts walking to a large gate that has large gargoyle on each side. I smile as I take in the gothic architecture , if the is just the gate I cant wait to really get a close look at the château itself.

The gates open as two men stand their smiling. "Mr. Sturniolo so nice too have you back here its been so long" the older man smiles as I follow matt through the now open gate . " I wouldn't stay anywhere else James i'm so glad you had rooms open . I would have been heart broken to have had to stay somewhere else" Matt reply as he gives the man a hug. "I do have some unfortunate news Mathew and we are truly sorry about the trouble it might cause" The man says is a French accent . French accents make everything seem so poised and proper I kind of love it , It's such a change from the bluntness of America. " We'll i'm sure I won't be upset James " matt says as we take a seat on a very nice golf cart and we start heading down the long road to the building . " Well the Grand Prix and MotoGp races are going on right now and we have almost every racer staying here and one of our receptionist made a huge mistake and gave away one of your suites " the man says in a very apologetic tone.

" Oh don't worry about it we are more than capable of sharing a room" I answer quickly to not have James worried . " Yes don't worry about it I know you have a lot going on here and for the most part we will be out shooting a business campaign at a vineyard near Gassin " Matt says genuinely ." Thank you both for your understanding . I don't mean to be rude but what happened to your eye Ms...." " Oh right Ms.Y/l/n . Lets just say a man who is long forgotten by now" I answer trying not to make it a more awkward conversation that it already is. He sigh loudly throwing up his hand in annoyance " American men they are so violent . A beautiful woman like you deserves the best " He says giving me a smile that could light up a whole room . I laugh and smile " Thank you thats very kind of you to say" I answer and he looks over at matt. "Traitez-la bien , Mathew , Elle best trop belle pour la laisser partir" he says as he smiles at Matt. "Croyez-moi , je n'ai pas l'intention de la laisser partir de sitôt , pas maintenant, jamais. Elle me le sait peut-être pas maintenance, mais Elle saura qe'elle sera la lumière de mas ténèbres" Matt answers as I practically drool all over myself . I had no idea he could speak French but that just added fuel to the fire that slowly burns underneath my skin. "Bien, peut-être qu'un jour tu reviendras chez elle pour un séjour de lune de Miel , hein" James answers making Matt laugh like fully laugh, Its nice to hear him laugh like that but I wish I could understand what they are saying . "woah ralentis mais je t'assure que si cela devait arriver, c'est le premier endroit où nous visiterions" Matt answers making James smile . The cart comes to a stop and I snap my head away from staring at Matt . I audibly gasp when I look up at the most beautiful chataue ive ever seen . " Oh my god its beautiful! " I say in excitement as I hop off the cart and look around at the scenery around me . Black locust trees are lining a path into what looks like a meadow or garden i'm not quite sure , Red valerian plants are sprouting all around as well as lavender plants in rows , I also spot small amounts of Japanese pittosporum scattered around. " It is lovely isn't it " James says as he looks around smiling proudly. " The most beautiful thing i've ever seen" I say as a smile at him .

Matt come up next to me carrying both of our bags and I feel bad so naturally I offer to carry my own bags and in response I got " Absolutely not not get your pretty ass walking" . I gulped and turned red as I immediately started walking down the mid length drive way to the stone grand stair case leading to the intricate front door.

The boy standing next to it opens it for us as I step in gasping again at the lobby. It's all so beautiful as you can see how old the building really is which adds a character to the building that is barely ever seen in America .

" Here is your key I really hope you enjoy your stay and if there is anything you need don't resist to call " James says as he walks into what seems to be an office. Matt leads me up the long spiral stair case up to the top floor. " God that was a lot of stairs" I say out of breathe . " How do you think I feel" he answers out of breathe too as he motions to all our luggage he's carrying. " Thats your fault I offered to carry my stuff but nooo" I say with a tinge of attitude . " Hey watch it im still your boss you know" he says in a tone that has me straightening up and apologizing .

We walk down a long dimly lit corridor to a large door at the end . Matt puts the key in the lock and unlocks it and pushes the door open to a large sitting room. He walks in and starts heading straight down a hall to that must be the bedroom . I follow suit and my jaw drops when I see the room . " Oh my god " I gasp as I spin around looking at every intimate detail. " I know right this is my favorite room to stay in" he says as he sets our bags down and kicks off his shoes. I sit down on a stool in the corner and kick off my shoes leaning back against the wall sighing.

"Im gonna shower do you need to use the bathroom before I do" he asks and I nod shyly . " I gotta pee real quick then its all yours" I answer as I get up and walk into the door that I assume is the bathroom . I gasp again when I see how beautiful the bathroom is . "Wow" a gasp loudly and I hear matt chuckle from outside the door at my reaction. I pee and wash my hands then exit to start unpacking while matt showers.

I sit finished unpacking when Matt comes out in only a pair of sweatpants hanging very low on his lean but muscular body . I stare as my jaw is slightly dropped but snap it shut when he looks at me smirking . " ahh sweetheart take a picture it'll last longer" he jokes making me roll my eyes and mumble" fuck off" but he hears it . "Excuse me" he asks and I can hear the darkness of his tone. " Nothing I didn't say anything" I answer feeling a bit nervous ." Thats what I thought now we should probably get some sleep since this time difference is so much we really need to be able to wake up at a good time Tommorrow " he says as he gets into the bed. Just then I realize there is only one bed . " I think ill sleep on the couch " I say as I grab a pair of pajamas he had helped me pack and start walking to change in the bathroom. " Non sense y/n we can sleep in the same bed I know it is morally wrong but I will not let you sleep on a damn couch" he argues. " Fine god okay " I say as I shut the door to the bathroom . I sigh as my mind runs wild with thoughts of how sleeping in a bed with my boss could go. One side of me is thinking "This is wrong you should not be sharing a bed with your boss " while the other side is screaming " YOU'RE GONNA SHARE A BED WITH YOUR SEXY ASS BOSS WHO YOU'VE BEEN SECRETLY PINNING OVER FOR YEARS" which is the side i'm leaning into more.

Im changed and have washed my face and taken an Advil for the headache i've had all day. The second I walk out I look over at matt who is still shirtless and now in shorts which is understandable because the room is a bit warmer than i'd like it to be. I set my old clothes on the couch and grab my charger and head to the opposite side of the bed. Plugging my phone in then switching off the light on the bedside table.

" So what do you think of this place so far" matt asks as I get comfortable. " It's beautiful i've always had a love for architecture" I answer as I turn over to face him . " I had a feeling you'd love it here just wait until we go into town Tommorrow" he answers with a tired smile. " I cant wait" I say returning the tired smile holding back a yawn. " How is your eye feeling" he asks as his hand slowly goes to my face. " Its better but still h-hurts a bit" I say softly as his fingers trace lightly over the dark circle thats formed around my eyes. " What did you ever see in that asshole anyways" he asks his demeanor changing slightly as his body seems too tense a bit mine doing the same. " I... don't know really I mean he was a great boy friend for a good amount of our relationship but as time went on he changed ... I guess I was just too scared to admit it" I answer as I avert my eyes from his , the moment too intense to handle.

" I guess I can understand that but y/n .... you could easily have any man in the city" he says as his hand slowly start to trace over my shoulder. " N-no I couldn't " I stutter out . " You could if you tried trust me you might not see it but in time you will that you hold a power that many woman try to fake " he says as his eyes trace over my face and upper body that uncovered buy the sheets. " Oh yeah and what is that?" I ask in a slight annoyed tone. " Charm , inner and outer beauty, Charisma I mean I could go on but most of all your just a good person i've never seen you angry or rude to anyone ever ... that is until the other night" he says genuinely and I cant help but smile at his kind words. " Thank you for the compliments but I think some time away from the shitty men of Seattle is much needed" I say with a soft laugh.

He smiles " We're not all shitty you know " he answers making me smile and shake my head . " Well technically your from Massachusetts so you don't count" I say but immediately regret it given it sounds like i'm saying he has a chance ... obviously he does but again he my boss so nope cant go there. " Mmm I guess you're right about that" he says smirking as his hands slides down my arm slowly making goosebumps cover my skin . I watch his face as his hand continues sliding down my arm until it reaches my back and he softly pulls me closer making me gasp . " So hypothetically speaking if I wasn't your boss i'd have a shot" he whispers as his eyes meet mine. " well I - umm if you weren't my boss I- guess maybe I don't know" I practically choke on my words as I look into his bright blue eyes that seem to darken as I speak. " what a shame i'm your boss then huh" he mumbles but I understand every word . " W-what" I squeak out making him chuckle . " Nothing sweetheart let's get some sleep " he says as his hand slides of my back and he rolls over turning off the light on his side and pulling the covers higher to cover his whole body. I turn over and sigh as my mind is on awake Mose from the conversation we just had.

Why would he ask me that ? Was he flirting? Is this a dream?

I slowly drift to sleep as thoughts run on repeat in my head.

[chl-owo-e]

heyy could you do fem reader and spencer with promt 5? i want to protect him all the time lmao

ME TOO! HES BAEBIE AND NEED PROTECTION ALL TIMES DJFJDJDNDN

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〔Protection〕

(Spencer Reid x Protective! Reader)

Warnings; Fluff, Angst? (Idk if u can call it that) basic Criminal Minds shit,

5.) I will protect you until my last breath

~Check out the promt list~

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—The whole BAU team was out on a case back at Texas. Where there were serial kidnappings with a group of people. Most being male and maybe two or three being female. When the team figured out what was the reason why they were taking children they immediately ran out to one of the holding places that was listed on the paper Garcia gave them.

Now Y/n was in the black SUV with Morgan and Spencer as they went over the case trying to reassure themselves that the kids were ok. Once the car came to a screeching halt everyone speedily opened the doors and ran straight towards the entrance of the weird wooden shed like building that was surrounded by a wooded area. While Hotch and the rest of the team met them soon after. “This place looks too small to hold 13 kids.” Spencer tells the group as Hotch commands the police force to search the perimeter.

“There has to be another place, maybe a different area they’re being held.” JJ adds with confusion written on her face. “Theres not, I know theres not. I can feel it in my gut, they’re here.” You say with pure confidence. “Morgan, kick the lock in.” Hotch orders him with his normal scorn on his face. Emily and Spencer stand away from the doors with their guns out for precaution. Morgan was the first to see that there was a stairway in the middle of the small shed.

He looks back towards Hotch with concern all over his face. “Lets go.” Hotch says and follows Morgan, Emily and, JJ down the steps. You stop Spencer for a second. “Stand behind me at all times ok Spence? I cant have you getting hurt or killed even.” Your voice comes out with worry. “I know, I know, Ill be safe, come on we dont have a lot of time.” Spencer groans out in annoyance.

Now the two of you were tailing the group, following the loud clears everyone has been yelling out. With Spencer trailing behind you, the both of you check out the dark room. With your gun pointed forward you continue as your flashlight lightens up certain parts of the room. A bash to the back of your head happens quick. Too quick for you to react and fight back.

Everything happened so fast, the handle of the gun digging into your skull. The fact that the guy had faster reflexes than Spencer could react. Soon the sound of a gun shot filled the room. Next was Spencer calling out your name and finally tackling the guy. You were currently gripping your right shoulder in pain, too focused on not passing out you barely notice the rest of your group running in and capturing the guy. Hotch and Spencer were crouching next to you. Hotch was yelling through his walkie-talkie for a ambulance and Spencer was putting all his focus on placing pressure on the wound.

Your mouth opens with your voice barely audible. “I didn’t even see him.” You coughed and groaned. “Y/n stop talking!” Spencer panics as he puts more pressure on the wound. “You know I love you right?” Tears were at the brink of your eyes. Everything felt hot, then cold, and all of a sudden it was black. “Y/n…?Hey, Y/n.” Spencers heart drops, you weren’t awake your pulse is shallow and your face is pale. Spencer didn’t want to lose you, he cant lose you.

Your blood was all over him during the whole ride to the hospital. He was basically soaked to the neck down. Spencer sat in the very uncomfortable chair next to your bed with you lying in it. The doctors said you had a very slim chance of making it, but Spencer was holding onto that strand like it was the last thing he ever knew. He gently held onto your cold hands looking at every detail, taking everything in.

“Like I said, Ill protect you until my last breath.”

Spencers head snaps towards the groggily voice. “Y/n! Youre ok! Oh my god, ok- uhhh.” Spencer panics having no idea what to do next. “Water, please?” You whine, and he gladly hands you a cup. You scarf down the whole thing as Spencer rambles about what happened when you got shot. You never seen him like that, never so all over the place with his mind racing. Even though he’s always all over the place this was different.

“Wait- let me get a nurse or a doctor and tell them you’re awake.”

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AN; this is unedited and ik there are probably parts where it doesn’t make sense but i just wanted to post something before i go to sleep

[kingcunny]

(reply via @neurodivergentguy )

the ageism/ beauty obsession* is what it *probably is*, but that deeply depresses me so im gonna let the delusions speak and explore other ideas.

also just… pointing out. matthew needham is only 11 years younger than paddy… they were born in different generations but 10 years is not a generation gap? that doesnt seem like enough of an age gap for ageism to apply to one but not the other but… well what do i know. (and pleace and love, i think hes cute, but matthews far from the most handsome man in hotd) also. exception that prooves the rule? rhys ifans is 6 years Older than paddy (and ottos the one who set alicent up to be brutalized by every man around her until she dies, it were going by hotd canon!) and sure, otto Might be the second most hated in the fandom, but not anywhere Near how vis is. but rhys is also incredibly handsome. so that Obviously gives the character he plays a free pass to do whatever.

* (is there a word for that? (other than. eugenics lol. cause like thats the idea Behind it but not quite to the extreme that im talking about? i mean more peoples attraction towards ‘beauty’ vs a repulsion towards ‘ugliness’) cause i need one for how often i talk about it)

if it was just about actions then theyve both done terrible things. and theyve both hurt everyones favorite beautiful doe eyed pretty brown eyed beauty beautiful pretty girl. but larys doesnt get near the amount of vitriol for it. people analyze what larys did. people ship Them. (same thing more or less applies to what i said above about otto)

and if youll allow me to straddle my armchair for a moment, then theres my thought that viserys is the bad dad we get the most time with. and NOBODY has a good relationship with their father. most people cant do anything about that, so instead they seek catharsis through fiction. smacking the representation of your father cause you cant smack your real father. see also- succession fandoms treatment of logan roy

while i do think its ultimately just about playing favorites, ageism, beauty obsession**, i think theres also an element of ableism. and hear me out, cause i know ur thinking ‘arent they both disabled?’

larys disability is very visible and apparent, the limitations of that disability as well. his leg is twisted, he wears that metal boot over his foot, he walks with a cane, he has a limp. he cant run, cant fight, cant hunt, i can tell you from personal experience stairs are a struggle. he can probably ride a horse but its sure not comfortable. its more understandable. more or less, what you see is what it is. and, importantly, its not… unpleasant** to look at. his face is fine. the rest of his body is fine. just his leg.

viserys disability spawns from an illness. and even though hotd changed viserys illness to be more visual, the nature of illness is you cant see the cause, only the effects. and most of those effects are only things the person experiencing the illness can feel.

i had a conversation with my mom about this awhile ago after she pulled a tendon? in her leg and was in near constant pain while it healed, couple weeks. she told me she had no idea how i handled this, day in/day out, week after week, for Years. she was miserable and at the end of her rope after just a week of it. my moms a runner and runs something like 50 miles a week, obviously she couldnt do this while it healed and was very depressed about it. i could only kinda laugh. i couldnt tell her how i handle it, cause i cant. i just told her i think if you dont have chronic pain or a chronic illness, you just straight up do not and Will not understand what its like. she just had a little taste of it.

i think that also might be why theres not as much (good) discussion around viserys disability. because people just, do not understand it. dont understand what its doing to him.

they dont get how chronic illness eats away at you (in vis case, literally!) taking piece by piece until theyres nothing left. until youre just a shell of the person you used to be. they dont feel how chronic pain grinds away at you until youre nothing but a raw exposed bundle of nerves. because those arent things you can see. only feel. experience first hand.

the show tries to make up for this lack by making viserys illness have a very striking visable aspect to it. to show the progression of his illness and the effect its having on him. but illness is gross**. its not pretty. its not pleasant to look at, to *think* about. it ravages his face, his body, his teeth rot and his hair falls put. his arm has to be amputated, his eye is removed, half his face rots away. peoples stomachs turn to look at it and their animal instincts that this is Bad kick in.

if im being kind, most people dont want to talk about things that are unpleasant. that make them sick, that upset and scare them.

if im not being kind, the eugenics minded decide that this means *viserys* is bad. that this is a punishment for or straight up a moral failing of his. outer beauty reflects inner beauty so ugly=evil pretty=good. and all that bullshit. if youre coming at it from this pov you CANT think deeper about viserys disability/illness/character beyond it being a punishment or joke, because then you must confront your belief that illness is a punishment reserved for the Bad. and that is a thought that is just incompatible with life

[vhagar-aemond]

Hi there 🙋🏻‍♀️! Just saw you're taking requests, so I thought I'd place one for Daemon x female reader where he comforts her as she suffers an illness/difficult (menstrual) period.

Really glad to see another writer join the HOTD gang, have a lovely day 💐

Thank you so much for the request! I’m excited to be a part of this writing community at last😊. I hope you like this! Warnings: not beta read, blood (period), fluff, slight nudity

Around noon, sudden nausea overcame you, and the familiar intense pain in your abdomen began. It felt like daggers trying to escape you from the inside, leaving you hunched over on your bed with each throbbing wave. You lie squirming in bed, weeping at the ache, unable to find words to call for anyone. Your thoughts remained on your lover, Daemon. He had initially made plans for you and him to go dragon-riding today and probably wondered why you hadn’t made the trip to the dragon pit by now. With all the throbbing in your head, you could hardly make out all the shouting in the halls until your bedroom door burst open. Daemon scanned the room until he saw your hunched form on the bed and the faint tint of red that now painted the bedsheets. His eyes widened in concern as he drew dark sister, looking around. “My love, what has happened here? Who has hurt you?” he asks cautiously. The pillow beneath you was the only thing keeping you steady as another wave of pain started. You had only whispered that you weren’t hurt until Daemon finally understood what was happening. He knew you had terrible moon cycles and would usually tend to your needs when he could. Seeing you struggling without the help of medicine brought the anger out of him. “Why hasn’t she been given a tonic for her pains? Where have you all been as she suffers!?” Daemon almost shouts. The servants bowed apologetically as they scurried about to comfort you. Daemon took his place beside you, rubbing soothing circles along your upper and lower back as he kissed your temple. “While you’re at it, draw her a hot bath,” he commands. The sudden smell of fresh food clouded your senses, making your mouth water, but the pain demanded you stay still. “My love, you must try to eat. It’ll make you feel better—look, it’s your favorite honey-coated chips,” he says, helping you sit up. He made a plate for you full of other favorites, then made you drink the fresh tonic afterward. Once the bath was ready, he excused the servants, helping you undress instead, then led you into the perfect hot water. Your pains slowly faded with each passing hour while he sat behind you, rubbing your back. His light kisses along your neck and shoulder made you hum in bliss as he held you in his arms for your pure comfort. “You’re too good to me,” you finally say. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go dragon-riding as you planned.” “Not to worry,” he chuckles. “Your painful blooming only means you’ll be ready and fertile next week. And you’ll be riding a dragon in thanks then.” You turn to face him with a slap against his naked chest while you both share a laugh. He continued caring for you for the next few days until you were anew—and kept his promise the following week.

[draftmare]

We had bit drama this year with the whole USDF baucher thing, but we also had girth drama this year, ugh.

It started early this year when I FINALLY got my hands on a County dressage saddle that fits both Sydney and I perfectly. The problem was that my girth from my previous County was oddly too long. Granted, the old County was on a WXW tree and Sydney really only needs a W tree, so I don’t know if that was the difference, or if it was the fact that the old County was a 2009 and this County is/was a 2021 that was being passed around as a demo. Anyway, long story short, I bought a new girth. I treated myself to a girth I had been wanting for a while, a Lemieux Gel-Tek, which is modeled after the ProLite and Fairfax girths (LeMieux is actually rather notorious for knocking off famous brands for cheaper). I had had one in brown for my string of ill fated and ill fitting brown dressage saddles, and had really liked it. This one, however, appeared to be a dud. Every time I used it, it dyed Sydney black. I reached out to the company and they told me to just condition it, and that it would eventually stop. Well, I didn’t want to wait for to eventually stop, not when it was leaching who knows what kind of chemicals on to my horse’s skin on an almost daily basis, and she already has a type of cancer and a couple of sarcoids to boot.

I bought a Professional Choice Ventech girth, but this time with fleece, I say this time with fleece because the girth I used for my old County was the exact same girth, just a 32 inch, and with neoprene. Something about it being shorter just made it not sit right on her though, but I held on to it because I knew in my head that we had been using this brand and style of YEARS without issue. We will come back to this thought in a minute.

Next up on the try list was a WOW brand H-girth. I did some pretty extensive research about these girths, and how they were well suited to horses with Sydney’s conformation: big belly, forward girth groove, saddle needs to be kept back despite gravity saying it should go forward. The only thing I kept seeing was that these girths were more meant for the WOW saddles, which all come equipped with a point billet, which I mean, makes sense considering they are made by WOW. My saddle does not have a point billet, both billets come straight down off the tree, which works much better for Sydney because the saddle isn’t being pulled forward into her shoulder. One of the other riders at the barn has one of these girths, so I got to try it for a couple of rides, and then further internet sleuthing assured me that there are people that use them on saddles without a point billet.

Did it work? Sorta… Was it ideal? Not really. The straps kind of angled back towards each other because of how my billets are. Even though WOW says these can be used on saddles without a point billet, the spacing makes it really hard. We used this most of the summer until I started to notice that she was getting some rubs between the straps as her winter coat was coming in. This to me indicated that she was likely getting rubbed all the time, it was just now her coat was long enough to make it obvious.

So, I swapped her to the Professional Choice Ventech girth, and she promptly got a girth gall. I was MORTIFIED. I have never felt so horrible. Thankfully, I wasn’t on some 5 hour long trail ride, or anything like that. She got a week off for it to heal, then swapped back to the WOW girth while trainer and I pondered what to do. We didn’t really come up with any solutions other than to keep riding in the WOW girth for the time being while I scoured the internet for information.

This past week the saddle fitter came out, and I grilled her for solutions. Side note, OMG did getting my saddle flocked make a huge difference. I could feel it sitting differently with more wool in there. I wish I had been a little more insistent on her coming out sooner. I can also now toss the fluffy half pad and go back to my ProLite half pad, which feels so much nicer under my butt.

Fitters suggestion was the Total Saddle Fit StretchTec girth. It’s an interesting design, meant to be anatomical as well as move with the horse as their body expands and contracts during different points of a ride. I didn’t really want to spend full price on yet ANOTHER girth this year (are we keeping count?), but thankfully there are a ton of these available used (which may or may not be concerning), it was just a matter of finding the right size and color at a price I was willing to pay. This ended up giving me my first experience with buying from the TackTack app. Everything went smoothly, and I ended up with a basically new girth for a song.

I had my first ride in it today, and so far it seems to tick all of the boxes. No rubs, allows the billets to hang straight down, and fits her well. Time will tell if this ends up being our ultimate winner. I am crossing my fingers because I have no idea where I would go next.

[ipegchangbin]

WE NEED FEM!CHANGBIN AND FEM!SEUNGMIN ASAP

(based on this) ill try to write something!

fem ! changbin , fem ! seungmin , amab ? reader

but holyshit just. imagine having fem! changbin down on your cock, whining as you stretch her out. her wetness definitely helps the way she sinks down on you , whines leaving both your lips in sync…except, yours is caught immediately by fem ! seungmin’s cunt in your mouth.

she grinds on you—both of them do. before they get too needy, though, you spank seungmin’s ass & pull changbin’s waist down harshly. reminding them of their place.

“it’s too much!” seungmin tries to squeak after your tongue hits her clit in a series of kitten licks. “c-can’t…”

“of course you can,” you say, pausing the action with a smile and another spank behind seungmin’s thigh. a suggestion pops in your head and it makes you bite your lip.

“kiss changbin while she’s riding me, yeah?”

the two girls gasp at you in unison. changbin’s retort is cut off by the other girl’s lips on hers; causing her to bounce harder on you. your mouth latches fully ontoseungmin’s pussy and it makes her scream into changbin’s mouth. the sounds of sin fill the air as the two girls hold each other, losing composure over your body, melting in your hands—plus your dick and mouth.

“i’m close…” changbin whimpers, but you grab her hips as seungmin holds her breasts, pushing her close to orgasm. out of instinct, she tries to push you both away in order to squirt:: it backfires when she’s held further down. the most sinful noise leaves her as you’re deep inside her, past her limit, allowing her to convulse and squirt all over you.

her cum hits seungmin’s clit and she’s soon to follow. even if changbin’s in an orgasmic haze, she teasingly sucks on her chest. you bite her thighs, lick up the sides of her vulva, and suck on her clit. your tongue then leaves one full stripe up her entire pussy, then another, until she’s completely violated, puffy cunt cumming and squirting all over your face. her cum drips on your chin.

the two girls collapse over you, crawling all over you with smiles and giggles leaving their systems. tons of kisses, hugs, and cuddles follow with a promise for more in the morning.

i admit my heads not right so my answer isnt as cohesive but this was on my mind for DAYSSSS and its too sexy to pass up rn. barely edited this!!

[ahedderick]

Rodeo

Ah, the county fair. We had had only normal summer heat up until this week, then the miserable heat wave came to visit.

Wednesday night was rodeo night at the county fair just north of us in Pennsylvania. The fairgrounds are laid out over a large area, with the livestock barns nicely separated from the commotion of the midway. The grandstand/arena is in between, and unfortunately some absolute nitwit set up the grandstand facing due west. For nearly every show or event, the audience is being broiled and blinded by the setting sun.

We entered the grandstand about 40 minutes before showtime, but virtually all the seats were either taken or had belongings strewn across them to 'save' them. It took us a while to find an open block where the kids and I could sit together, and the concrete benches were radiantly warm. We sat, and sweated, and squinted. There was a pre-show event for kids which could have been fun to watch - but there was a knot of people standing just exactly between us and the livestock chute. Very Small Kids were trying to ride ill-tempered sheep, which had the potential to be truly amusing - but we only caught glimpses. Every time the people standing in the aisle would move on and find seats, new people would materialize. Out of nearly a hundred yards of grandstand, the only space where people were continually standing was - by us.

People-watching ended up being the default activity. There were so many people. The website claims that there is seating for 10,000 people there, and I'd believe it. One very young woman strutted by in skin-tight jeans, a b&w handkerchief halter top, a black stetson with rhinestones hanging down all around the edges, and enough makeup for three. She had the cheekbones and appallingly thin physique of a pro model, and a hard, beautiful, mean face. What, I wondered, is the story? Moments later another young woman passed in front of me with a very homely face, a modest shirt that looked brand-new and maybe like she was trying to dress up just a little, and a happy, peaceful face. The contrast was comically intense. Humanity. I know which one I would have wanted to go out to lunch with.

At 7:30 two things happened; the actual rodeo started up and the sun dropped behind the mountain. r-e-l-i-e-f! They had three 'sections' of bull-riding, barrel-racing, a trick rider, and a brief interval of 'bull hockey.'

The bull riders did not acquit themselves very well. Out of about twenty riders, only three managed to stay on the full 8 seconds to qualify. One clearly had the best ride, but the judges somehow gave him a mediocre score of 72. Barrel racing was a lot more engaging. Many of the horses were really, REALLY into it, and flung themselves around the cloverleaf pattern and back down the straight. One, a gorgeous black and white pinto, turned so sharply that it slid out completely in the sandy soil. Horse and rider were ok, but it gave everybody a 'rodeo moment' of gasping and then applause.

Note: This little essay has been sitting in my drafts since July. I don't know why I can't seem to wrap it up, but I cannot. It seems best to say that the rest of our evening at the fair was pleasant (and much cooler). It's bittersweet to go with young adults to activities that used to be exciting when they were young children. We enjoyed the massive livestock barns full of cattle and horses, goats sheep, and pigs. The kids no longer enjoy the rides, so we wandered around the midway just watching. Fried treats were consumed, and we got some joy out of the mechanical bull. Both of them had decent (and hilarious) rides on it. I wanted very much to try, but was afraid of the consequences for my hinky right shoulder. Eventually we said goodbye to the lights and the Fair (Faery?) Confusion and headed through the sticky summer night toward home.

[askhubertvonvestra]

A package has been left by the Imperial Spy's Delivery Boy on Hubert's desk. A letter with the imperial symbol lay stamped neatly on top under the twine tying it to the parcel. When opened, it's written in the signature Vestra Cypher: "My Dearest Hubert, Another year has passed, and I am thankful to celebrate it with you. My goodness, you have grown so much. I am unable to see your face up close, but from the presentations you've given with Her Majesty in Enbarr you have become a fine young man indeed. Though I do worry about how much you're eating. Your cheeks have gone a bit thin, and I know you've always had a picky palette, but please listen to Lady Edelgard when she's asking you to rest. Lest you enjoy giving me more gray hairs. Your siblings are doing well. Your sister, ever antsy, has been taking her homeschooling as well as she can, but she misses her friends. She's always complaining about when you're going to come visit us. She knows you're a busy fellow, but she's always looked up to you as soon as she could crawl. I keep having to ration her sugar intake with the war provisions; you know how many cakes she can put away. Your brother's getting taller, though I don't think he'll be as tall as you once he's grown. He's nearly in his teens now, and he's been working very hard on his studies and on learning to ride. I take them out when the weather's nice and I hear from the Vestra Intelligence Network that the area's safe enough. Both of them miss you terribly. I'm hanging on, but I will admit some days are harder than others. I never got to tell you properly, but I don't hold ill will for the incident with the Late Marquis. I loved him, yes, but I still can't look past what he put Her Magesty and you through. Our union was far from smooth, but know you and your siblings were made from love, and despite what you think of him, I know your father loved you all in his own way. I know the decisions you made are for trying to make a better world. Your siblings have it in spades, when they're older I'll be more transparent with them. Such is the life of the Vestra, isn't it? I'm still in good health. I make sure to take walks and keep my ears to the ground in the markets. Nothing formally to report besides old maid gossip, but I think that'd hardly interest a young man like yourself. With the weather change my joints ache a bit, but I've made sure to do my stretches. We believe in you, my dear, and you know if you ever need to, you can come home for a reprieve. Our door is always open for you. I've included a little something for you, a mother worries are always endless. A little something for Her Majesty as well. Tell her I'm thinking of her during this time. Long may she rule. Until I see you again, I love you very much. Happy Birthday my dear, You've made your mother proud. With all the love a mother can give, Lady Vestra" In the parcel's brown paper are an assortment of handmade confectioneries with Lady Vestra's swooping penmanship on a small card with weathered stationary "For My Lady". In a sleek black box holds a golden pocketwatch, ticking quietly. There's a small portrait of his mother and siblings smiling back at him. There's also a small cake in a glass dome, the smell unmistakably his mother's baking. One she would make him when he was a boy.

Ah. Another package from Mother. With her usual keen eye for gift-giving, I see. Childhood confectioneries for us to share in now and a pocketwatch for me to carry always. A suitable choice.

Although she knows full well I consider the portrait to be evidence to conceal rather than a present expressly... I supposed I can humor her giving nature on occasion. They do appear well, at least in this artist's interpretation.

I shall have to thank the delivery boy once again for his discreet service. Not so much as a wrinkle in the parchment either. She would be proud.

"Mother,

I should have known you mark this passage of time more closely than I. Hopefully it is some comfort to you that you are not the only one making note of my birthday, so the celebration lives up to what you would no doubt prefer for the occasion.

There will be no finer birthday than the one where we may meet in person. Through Her Majesty and our allies, that day comes closer with each battle. Some day, you will not have to wait for Imperial presentations to meet with me from such a distance that I cannot see you as well.

You needn't worry about my diet, I assure you. I eat when I must and ensure I receive the necessary nutrients, if only because I'm eating with my peers from time to time. I trust that you will ask Lady Edelgard to verify my claims, and you know she would not lie on my behalf in these matters.

As you also know that I will rest when the war allows. Gray hairs are merely a sign of your compassion and wisdom, my darling mother, and they suit you.

Extend my condolences to my sister, both for her containment and separation from her friends. Her lessons may be a cold comfort of sorts, but I am proud to hear she has taken to them so well. I shall have to reward her with a visit in the near future. While I can't say I agree with her choice of role model, far be it from me to avoid her company. Perhaps I might sabotage your efforts slightly by arriving with a cake. I hope only that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this egregious slight.

If his opinion is unchanged on the matter, I'm certain my brother will be glad to not share my height. Privacy and going unnoticed have always been rather important to him. I'm very grateful that you are supporting him in his studies and riding lessons, and it gives me no small amount of peace to know the area is secure before he focuses on learning.

Their absences in my life are dearly felt. Though it is beyond me to know if they are better off knowing or not knowing that particular fact. I leave it in your capable hands to decide.

It weighs heavy on my heart to hear of your struggles, but that is balanced with the honor of knowing you can confide in me. I hope you know that that will never change. Even if you were to look on the incident with my late father with disgust, I would remain a bastion for you. We do not have to agree on the former Marquis' capacity for anything resembling love in order for me to be a loyal son to you. I am grateful for your presence to guide my brother and sister to make the most of the world we will create in the ruins of tyranny. The future is theirs to claim and shape for the better with far less bloodshed.

Secrecy is an unfortunate necessity for the Vestras now, yes, but I hope it shall not be forever. That there will come a time when transparency and truth let all of you live your lives fully and in the open.

All the better that you do so in good health, as you enjoy now. You have always been so spirited that I should hardly be surprised to hear you are doing work of your own on these walks to the market. All I ask is that you exercise caution. For your sake, I would greatly prefer that you never hear anything more severe than old maid gossip.

If you require anything to do your stretches in comfort or to help manage the symptoms of the shifting weather, you need only ask. Home is far more than a place, as you know, and I am here for you as you are for me. Perhaps not as well, but I can hope that your belief in me extends to knowing I do my best on your behalf. I will arrange a visit this autumn. Sooner is sadly not doable.

Your gifts are, of course, appreciated and well-chosen besides. I have no doubt that Lady Edelgard will light up with joy to know you considered her in this as well. Your thoughts mean the world to her and myself.

I love you, Mother. Be safe.

Warmest Regards,

Hubert von Vestra"

[starburstcosmos]

god, let me TELL YOU about the day i fucking had.

this morning: fell asleep at MAYBE 3:30 for a 5 alarm to catch a greyhound leaving at 6:45. which didn't leave until after 8. my connection was at 11:50, we arrived at 11:55ish. thank the punk rock gods, the connecting bus was still here.

BUT OH NO. in my rush to get to the connection (in a cast and hobbling my best because fuck the crutches), my headphone case (sans headphones) falls out of my pocket in a sacrifice to the punk rock gods. devastating, i can't charge my headphones without the case, but whatever, they're charged enough to get me through the connecting bus ride, and I have backups at home, where I will be after the show anyways.

my friends pick me up in at the stop and head to the venue to get in line. after a few merch mishaps and bracelet trades, im at my seat. it's a GREAT view, and i realise that one of the bits of the show i love is going to happen about ten feet from my seat. fuck yeah. by the time fob is set to go on, even better seats have opened up, incredible! I'll be five feet away from pete!

now, let me take you on a detour: one of the things we as the fans have been doing this tour is printing out pink seashells to light up during fake out to turn the venue pink, and we've been doing it since the tour started in Wrigley. its a group effort with people handing out shells to people without and explaining how it works.

right before fall out boy is set to start, im doing my best to pass out shells when someone taps me on the shoulder and asks, "do you want to give a shell to Pete's girlfriend?" immediately i say yes, of course!

another tangent: i have made several bracelets for both shows i went to. four of these are for fall out boy, saying thanks. I tried in indy to get them to the boys through crew to no avail.

so, after i give meagan, pete's girlfriend, a bit of the spiel and some shells, i humbly request, "i made bracelets for the boys saying thanks, is there a chance you'd be willing to give them to them?" she agrees! another win!!

dance, dance rolls around, im screaming my head off, i get video of pete doing his magic trick (and patrick waving his fingers to pretend like he's the one doing the magic -- ill put everything into a gdrive folder later and post a link somewhere) and then pete is five feet away from me in his mesh rose shirt and im having the TIME OF MY FUCKING LIFE. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.

the show ends, im waiting for people to clear out to go towards the designated spot to meet my friends. no one else has really stayed by the sound booth. i carefully make my way over there (the seats are mostly empty at this point) and ask the sound guy working if i can have his set list. he hands it to me with a smile :)

and on my way to my meeting spot we pass by the pit and manage to get one of the security people to grab me a handful of confetti and streamers and get it shoved into a ziplock bag before im out for the night.

so: shitty morning, incredible fucking night including confetti and being five feet away from pete wentz and the setlist (the code for 27 was tango sierra btw!) and finally getting my bracelets to the boys. i am so, so, so fucking happy and i feel like the luckiest person in the fucking world and like im currently living the life of a wattpad protag.

[hungerun]

under the cut is my hc abt the maw (plus, six’s backstory bc its kinda intertwined), the signal tower, and how both of them function. along with what kinda world would create both of them in the first place.

(the maw, ft six’s backstory)

>six’s mother was the lady of the maw, and her father was a visitor who had been just ‘passing through’, but ended up staying a lot longer then intended. what he didn’t realize, was the fate he doomed his daughter with that decision. >there was a familial curse that clung to the fujioka bloodline, the side effects of a deal taken god knows how many years ago. an exchange of power, for sustenance. the lady got powerful dark magic, and the entity that was now attached to her acted much like a parasite, being passed from host to host.

>the maw was, originally, created with good intentions. it’s hard to believe now, but. once upon a time, it was supposed to be a sort of safehouse, protecting people from the confusing world outside, among other things. >but, even it eventually succumbed to greed, and fell into the state of disrepair we know it to be today, cannibalism and death now rampant. >problem children and attempted runaways are turned to nomes by the lady’s dark magic, and are then left to try and keep the dying ship running. >the lady of the maw’s first born child with always fall ill soon after birth, the most concerning of the symptoms? a growing hunger. it’ll start out subtle, and then become uncomfortable, but bearable. it only gets worse from there. eventually, it’ll be so overwhelming, the child has no choice but to lunge out!– >they then become the next ruler of the maw, taking their parents place, and the cycle continues. the beast is settled for now, but it’ll want to feed again, eventually.

>the visitor was kept in the dark of this inevitably, of course. that is, until he heard the strangely dark lullaby his new wife lulled their child to sleep with from the next room. it was a bit too detailed, a bit too… real, maybe? soon, he came to wish that wasn’t the case. >though the visitor was to quick to placate his wife, soothing her fears of him ‘getting in the way of fate’. he, of course, was already making a plan to get himself, and their kid, out of the situation. though he still loved the lady, or loved at least what he thought he knew, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, put his daughter through all of that.

>on the same day, every year, the maw resurfaces for a short period, boats from near and far come bellowing with the hungry chants of the guests eager to get aboard. the visitor simply kept his head down, blending into the noisy sea of flesh, he managed to slip onto one of the visiting ships, and hitches a ride back to the mainlands, with his now almost year old daughter in tow. >he settled down, finding himself a job as a lighthouse keeper. when running from something that stalks the seas, most people would assume the smartest course of action would be to move somewhere inland. runaway as far as possible, forget the smell of the ocean breeze all together, but… >he just thought that maybe, maybe, with the lighthouse, he could see fate when it came for them. that wasn’t the case, unfortunately.

(the mainlands/the tower)

>the tower’s general purpose is to keep it’s citizens in a happy, totally unaware state, allowing the ‘worldly horrors’, (the north wind, the man in the mirror, etc etc), to feed off their hope. which in turn, makes them leave the quote unquote, 'more important people’ alone. (these being people like the pretender, the hunter, the teacher, the doctor, etc etc.)

>the signal itself is powered by children’s dreams, hence it’s effect, as it plays off adult’s nostalgia and ache for their past. simpler times, y'know? to get these dreams, normal children are kidnapped from their homes, being replaced with a doll-child. their parents are usually so out of it, they can’t tell the difference. >these doll-children are created and educated at the schoolhouse by it’s strict teacher. it was a normal school at some point, but that’s not the case anymore. >once the children have been captured, they are brought to the tower, and put to sleep. any dreams they have are stolen from them, which leaves them with only a enteral nightmare. they don’t age once asleep, some of those kids have been trapped for many, many, many years. >the only person able to free them and wake them from their slumber is mono/the thinman himself, bc he’s able to see the what’s left behind of those kids, the static phantoms that silently haunt the airwaves.

>there’s an even more unfortune side effect to all this. the signal is made up of mostly good dreams, of course, but. those nightmares? they affect it too, albeit more subtly, and slow. they’ve been leaking into reality itself, distorting the world and its inhabitants, more and more. adults tower over children with horrifying faces, terrible things lurk in the dark and under the bed, and they’re left to defend for themselves. and, the 'important people’ either aren’t paying attention, or. if they do see it, but they just don’t care. >as for the thinman himself, he acts as a sort of 'ghost in the machine’, simply pulling the strings from behind the scenes. he’s apart of the signal itself, that is, until someone with a similar gift, can reach and free him, like mono unknowingly does in-game. this cycle is similar to the lady’s, as once defeated, the child is destined to become the new thin-man, so forth so on.

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

It is I again ... :)

Well, I actually forgot about the existence of this blog, it has been ... 5 years? Is that possible? That sounds like a lot, it's scary how much of my life has already passed.

I am yet again depressed and disassociated. This time I also packed an eating disorder with me, so it's not all the same boring routine... Splendor at it's finest.

A year and a half ago or so I started university and honestly, I hate university. I have very few friends there and one of them forgot about me the second she got better so I decided to cut her off, to not feel the shame of being used. The other one is also quite mentally ill to be honest and she also suffers from an ed, which makes it hard for me to interact with her as someone trying her best to recover. I recently had a lapse (or relapse? I can never understand what's more appropriate and calling it relapse just feels like I am bragging for attetion) and when I decided I'd stop it and try to recover again, I had to bring the time I spend interacting with her to a minimum. Maybe some people will call me selfish, but do I care? If you were in my shoes, you'd talk differently. People's hate is just the cost of making your own decisions about life it seems.

On another note, I am going to therapy, yay. I also went to this ed treatment center when things got bad with eating and I am still going there in secret from my family.

Now that I mentioned therapy, there is one thing I really want to write here. It happened almost a year ago already, but it honestly still haunts me. Maybe I am too dramatic idk, people have it way worse...but this is MY note so I can write whatever I want right... xd

Well, when I became anorexic about 2 years ago, I sought out a therapist. She was recommended to me by my friend I mentioned above with whom I no longer interact. It was an old woman, 60+, very short, but this person had something so unsettling about her, Charlie, that you entered the room she'd sit in with a feeling of being somehow tried by a figure of immense evil. I felt something was strange about her quite early on, but this lady charged very little for her services and I am a poor student, so I didn't want to give it up... Until one time. She'd often make weird remarks about how pretty I am, asked me who had green eyes, if my mom or dad, I believe it was already on the first or second session... I felt weird, but decided to overlook it. She then later on kept mentioning another client of hers, telling me that I could meet him and talk to him as we both have a history of living with a very manipulative grandfather. I assumed she meant calling him to one of our sessions and having this weird group therapy. Well, I was wrong. One day she asked me if I've ever had a boyfriend - I haven't yet, so I told her no. She acted as if this was a problem - what a total c*nt tbh :^) - but anyway, she then later in the session mentioned him again and kept saying that he is old, way older than me. I felt weird, so I asked how old? And she replied: "Quite old." ??? red flags, I know, but well, I made her tell me he was 34 or so. I don't exactly remember. Well, she said again that we have to meet up, me and him. I was like mhm she probably means some different time. No. At the end of our sessions someome rang her bell and she replied: "*his name*, come in" I was scared, even though still trying to convince myself that nothing is wrong. Well, I wanted to leave, but the witch literally stood in front of the door and wouldn't let me. The man appeared at the doorstep. She told him he should take me for a ride somewhere in his car at the weekend and asked him if he had time - he said well yes. Then she asked me if I wanted to go and I felt so scared by that time - but I managed to say I'll think about it. Well, after this happened, I was mortified and I ended up ending everything with her.

This scared me so much, Charlie. I don't tell people about it anymore, but sometimes I see an old woman outside who faintly resembles her and get a shiver of dread up my spine. Sometimes the memories of her just come to me as flashbacks and I feel dirty. I felt dirty after this happened to be honest, even though nothing really happened to me. I guess I felt strangely exploited and objectified. I came to her for help but she did this thing...for what? God knows.

On another note, lately I am obsessing over a certain anime character and its weirdly healing me even though I am still feeling very bad. He is not a good person, but I relate to him a lot for some reason.

I also write a lot, Charlie, my stories are probably the only thing that genuinely makes me happy to be myself. I also try to draw when I can.

Well, this is all the brain vomit I can think of for today.

Thank you for listening.

-mv

[hungerun-a]

under the cut is my hc abt the maw (plus, six’s backstory bc its kinda intertwined), the signal tower, and how both of them function. along with what kinda world would create both of them in the first place.

(the maw, ft six’s backstory)

>six’s mother was the lady of the maw, and her father was a visitor who had been just ‘passing through’, but ended up staying a lot longer then intended. what he didn’t realize, was the fate he doomed his daughter with that decision. >there was a familial curse that clung to the fujioka bloodline, the side effects of a deal taken god knows how many years ago. an exchange of power, for sustenance. the lady got powerful dark magic, and the entity that was now attached to her acted much like a parasite, being passed from host to host.

>the maw was, originally, created with good intentions. it’s hard to believe now, but. once upon a time, it was supposed to be a sort of safehouse, protecting people from the confusing world outside, among other things. >but, even it eventually succumbed to greed, and fell into the state of disrepair we know it to be today, cannibalism and death now rampant. >problem children and attempted runaways are turned to nomes by the lady’s dark magic, and are then left to try and keep the dying ship running.

>the lady of the maw’s first born child with always fall ill soon after birth, the most concerning of the symptoms? a growing hunger. it’ll start out subtle, and then become uncomfortable, but bearable. it only gets worse from there. eventually, it’ll be so overwhelming, the child has no choice but to lunge out, and!– >they then become the next ruler of the maw, taking their parents place, and the cycle continues. the beast is settled for now, but it’ll want to feed again, eventually.

>the visitor was kept in the dark of this inevitably, of course. that is, until he heard the strangely dark lullaby his new wife lulled their child to sleep with from the next room. it was a bit too detailed, a bit too… real, maybe? soon, he came to wish that wasn’t the case. >though the visitor was to quick to placate his wife, soothing her fears of him ‘getting in the way of fate’. he, of course, was already making a plan to get himself, and their kid, out of the situation. though he still loved the lady, or loved at least what he thought he knew, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, put his daughter through all of that.

>on the same day, every year, the maw resurfaces for a short period, boats from near and far come bellowing with the hungry chants of the guests eager to get aboard. the visitor simply kept his head down, blending into the noisy sea of flesh, he managed to slip onto one of the visiting ships, and hitches a ride back to the mainlands, with his now almost year old daughter in tow. >he settled down, finding himself a job as a lighthouse keeper. when running from something that stalks the seas, most people would assume the smartest course of action would be to move somewhere inland. runaway as far as possible, forget the smell of the ocean breeze all together, but… >he just thought that maybe, maybe, with the lighthouse, he could see fate when it came for them. that wasn’t the case, unfortunately.

(the mainlands/the tower)

>the tower’s general purpose is to keep it’s citizens in a happy, totally unaware state, allowing the ‘worldly horrors’, (the north wind, the man in the mirror, etc etc), to feed off their hope. which in turn, makes them leave the quote unquote, 'more important people’ alone. (these being people like the pretender, the hunter, the teacher, the doctor, etc etc.)

>the signal itself is powered by children’s dreams, hence it’s effect, as it plays off adult’s nostalgia and ache for their past. simpler times, y'know? to get these dreams, normal children are kidnapped from their homes, being replaced with a doll-child. their parents are usually so out of it, they can’t tell the difference. >these doll-children are created and educated at the schoolhouse by it’s strict teacher. it was a normal school at some point, but that’s not the case anymore.

>once the children have been captured, they are brought to the tower, and put to sleep. any dreams they have are stolen from them, which leaves them with only a enteral nightmare. they don’t age once asleep, some of those kids have been trapped for many, many, many years. >the only person able to free them and wake them from their slumber is dolly/the thinman himself, bc he’s able to see the what’s left behind of those kids, the static phantoms that silently haunt the airwaves.

>there’s an even more unfortune side effect to all this. the signal is made up of mostly good dreams, of course, but. those nightmares? they affect it too, albeit more subtly, and slow. they’ve been leaking into reality itself, distorting the world and its inhabitants, more and more. adults tower over children with horrifying faces, terrible things lurk in the dark and under the bed, and they’re left to defend for themselves. and, the 'important people’ either aren’t paying attention, or. if they do see it, but they just don’t care.

>as for the thinman himself, he acts as a sort of 'ghost in the machine’, simply pulling the strings from behind the scenes. he’s apart of the signal itself, that is, until someone with a similar gift, can reach and free him, like dolly unknowingly does in-game. this cycle is similar to the lady’s, as once defeated, the child is destined to become the new thin-man, so forth so on.

[stephlynndrawings]

fulfillment of a prompt given over on @nirnwrote's discord server "I'll stay as long as you need." (I didn't end up taking this as a trauma prompt but i still like how it turned out)

It was months after the twins reunited and parted ways when Elruin got a letter from the Temple of Kynareth saying that her sister had turned up at the gates of the city burning hot with fever and that while they could get her healed, the bosmer refused treatment without her Dragonborn sister there. 

As she got ready to travel from her home in Falkreath, Elruin thought her sister’s attitude about it ridiculous. She had no idea what possessed her sister to demand the temple send for her when they were more than capable of healing her just fine, but she would go anyway.

Revyn watched her rummage through her pack, eating the breakfast they both had made for themselves and their kids before the letter came, “Are you sure about this, Love? You don’t owe her anything.” The Brunette sighed, “I know, but Elegrin never liked being sick. Plus, when we last saw each other, she seemed to want to make things right between us. I should at least try.” She smiled weakly. She stood up and slung her pack on her back, ready to head out. Before she could get to the entryway, her children came running to her with drawings in their hands.

“Give these to Auntie El for us Mama!” Lucia pleaded, her chocolatey brown eyes wide and pleading. 

Elruin couldn’t deny them such a request and after carefully -”So they don’t tear, Ma!”- putting them in her bag, she was off and riding the carriage to the walled city. 

Little under six hours of heavy thought passed and Elruin soon strolled through the gates of Whiterun in the mid evening. The citizens who knew her waved but otherwise she wasn’t delayed to her arrival at the temple, her presence being noticed by one of the healers, Danica Pure-Spring. 

“Ah, my Thane, are you here to see your sister?” She asked as she approached. She wiped her hands on her yellow robes, a kind smile on her face. 

The dragonborn nodded and smiled in return, “Yes I am, sorry I couldn’t get here earlier.” She replied, her smile turning sheepish. 

“It’s no problem, we’ve been keeping her as comfortable as possible though her illness has gotten more severe since we sent word to you.” She  explained as she guided the bosmer through the temple and to a private room. There on the bed, in leather armor, laid Elegrin. Her eyes were shut tight as she grimaced, her face flushed and sweaty. 

“What does she have? The letter doesn’t say.” “Bone break fever. We wanted to start healing her the moment she was brought to us, but she was very adamant that she wanted you here. You know, until she said who her sister was, I had been under the impression that you had no siblings.” Danica said, chattering on as she changed the cloth on the afflicted bosmer’s forehead. 

Elruin sighed and pulled a chair up to her sister’s side, carefully grabbing a pale and clammy hand, well aware of the fact that every inch of her twin’s body would be in agony. 

“We’re twins, actually. But we have been apart for far too long.” She explained carefully, not wanting to delve into her complicated past with her sister. 

The blonde on the bed seemed to notice her sister’s arrival and cracked an eye open, her eyes glassy and unfocused, “Rumi?” She croaked.

The younger sister’s face softened at the long forgotten nickname, grasping the hand in hers just a bit tighter, “I’m here, and I’ll stay as long as you need. Sound good?” She asked. She knew how much her sister feared going to healers. She also wanted her sister to know that she would be willing to try and make amends and grow closer, setting aside their childhood drama.

Elegrin hummed in agreement before a tear slipped down her face, understanding the hidden message loud and clear, “Sounds good.”

As Danica started to start the spell, Elruin pulled out the drawings the children had done, holding them for her sister to see, “When Lucia and Blaise heard you were sick, they rushed off during breakfast to make these for you. Just know that you are more important than lavender honey bread.” 

Although the spell was lessening the illness, Elegrin still sounded choked up as she gazed at the pictures her niece and nephew drew for her, “I’m honored.”