#im getting older... and more easily tired...

[lemonine]

my ass is not leaving this seat for the next couple hours

[dolphin-writer]

Story Idea That May Never Be Written

Danny almost 18, decides to leave home, Tucker has a new identity ready for him and everything. With help of Jazz he plans to finish his hs classes online.

Right before he leaves his parents find out/he got sloppy/ his mom freaks but his dad stops her and just hugs danny. He is confused, guilty, and hurt by maddies reaction. Tells danny he’ll handle maddy and to just go as he planed

Danny moves to Gothem, for its high ecto levels and basically chill not give a fuck attatude. And other than the petty crime which he knows he can handle it will be great. He finishes his hs classes and gets a job at a mechanics shop.

Jazz is in college in Metropolis as she thinks the rivalry between the sister cities is interesting to study. And now she can use it as an excuse to visit Gotham and Danny.

Sam and Tucker graduate and move to college. Sam goes to Gotham U where Danny is taking night classes as he is now a full time mechanic at the shop. Tucker is at MIT, working at a tech help store.

A year and a half after he ran Danny gets a message from his dad. Jack is now living in Metropolis near Jazz. Maddy lost it, something about everything hitting her at once, the knowledge that her son died in her machine and that she continued trying to end him for years after, and all the things Phantom had to do hit her at once and shifted something in her mind. She was not sane anymore. She wanted to get Danny legally marked as dead because a part of her knew he died. Jack tried to fight it until Jazz told him that it would be good for Danny to lose that last tie so he finally agreed. Shortly after Jack had her assessed and committed to the hospital and then pleaded to the courts for a divorce so he could focus on his last remaining child Jazz instead of watching Maddy rot away. The courts granted it and Maddy became ward of the state. Jack moved to Metropolis and got a job in helping design security systems. 

By the time Sam and Tucker were graduating Danny had risen to running the shop only below the owner. Sam got a job with a Dr. Pamala Islie working on keeping plants from going extinct and trying to revive ones that were. Tucker was still working part time at that tech repair shop but was really working on getting his own tech/coding business more widespread. 

Danny finished his night classes shortly after them and got a good pay raise with it. Right around this time a big bomb hit Gotham in the form of Gothams Prince Bruce Wayne had returned. No one officially knew where he had gone, lots had begun to doubt he would come back saying he was probably dead. So it was a shock to everyone. And soon gotham gossip came to life with the stories of the himbo playboy. Danny could care less but it was fun getting Sam wound up about him. 

Tuckers business officially took off with big names using it such as (Queen Industries, and other companies associated with future heroes) he moved permanently to Metropolis to be close but refused to move to Gotham saying the lack of sun would kill his complexion, which sam returned with like you spend any time outside anyway?

As a year passed Wayne Enterprise started expanding, small at first building up their departments before adding new ones. Then the Martha Wayne Foundation hit the streets. Founding food kitchens and clinics and pharmacies that were cheap to free for anyone. It made a difference for some. Danny started to question the Bruce Wynes' himbo status as it was clear that this wasn’t just a pr move.

Then two years after the circus that was Bruce Wayne's return as the city quieted back down to its normal levels, the people began to hear about a monster, a demon that had been hunting the criminals of Gotham, a shadow that would leave criminals tied up for the police to find. He was a story that word of, would not spread outside of Gothams borders. Now this was something Danny watched and listened for news of. This creature or man was taking over the city little by little and Danny was protective of the city that had become his home. But he was retired and happy so he waited and observed.

Eventually they got a name, Batman. The cost for them gaming the name was that villains, not just criminals were popping out of the woodwork every other week. It was getting concerning to team Phantom, and all of Gotham in general. The press started to blame Batman for these villains' existence, calling him a menace and demanding his arrest. And Danny was conflicted. This man, for he was just a normal human as far as they could figure, was trying his best to save people, stop a problem that was not his fault but he probably felt responsible for, and now the city was against him for it. Danny did not enjoy the parallels and the reminder of his old life, but he sympathized with Batman and became a very vocal supporter of him. 

Eventually others joined Danny in his support of Batman. Eventually the people calling for his arrest were drowned out by those thanking him for trying to protect them. Eventually the police stopped chasing him and started working with him, even asking for help at times.

Time passed Gotham adjusted, as it always does. Danny was getting bored, he loved the mechanic shop it had become his baby, he trained the new hires and even got a couple to tinker and build things with him. But he got home and was bored, so he started experimenting with baking. He had learned how to cook over his time of living in Gotham and quite enjoyed making food for his family, Sam was always stopping by to raid his fridge since he started experimenting with making vegan food. They even got Tucker to admit to liking it. So the natural next step was trying baking. His first few attempts weren’t a disaster but they weren’t very good either. But as time passed he got better but then he faced a different issue. What to do with all the deserts. Everyone he knew was given some, and then the rest were donated to a food kitchen. At Jazzes' suggestion Danny applied to work part time at a small bakery. It was right on the outskirts of Crime alley run by a couple of older ladies and their son. Danny got to bake and work on improving recipes and they got to sell what he made. Though they did try to set him up with their son several times after finding out Danny was bi. So life settled.

Then Batman got a partner, a child partner, and Danny got upset. He had been a child vigilante, he had barely survived being a chile vigilante. Danny who took in and trained as many street kids as he could at the shop. Danny who proudly watched those kids become adults and make it in Gotham. Danny who kept an eye on all the heroes popping up around the globe, and knew that none of them had brought kids into it. Danny who thought about “his” kids as he dug into Robin and realized that Batman was trying to protect the kid in the ways he knew how, and that Robin probably just like his kids didn’t really listen when you tell them no if they’ve set their mind on it. So Danny was still worried but no longer upset with Batman. 

Then Bruce Wayne started showing up at the bakery.

Bruce is a total dork who struggles with basic human interactions at times. So at a cafe/bakery he tells the 17yo cashier, “Compliments to the chief” like a weirdo. She awkwardly hollers back to Danny, who comes out confused.

Bruce has oh fuck hes hot.

*story happens in between but I don't know what*

Something happens Danny speeds away on his bike. Eventually taking it off a bridge into the water before going invisible and flying to his dads in Metropolis. He goes to the realms to lay low for two weeks after visiting with his dad for a couple days. He has to come back because one of his kids is getting married

Bruce who is crushing on Danny, is worried and talks to people. The ladies at the bakery point him in the direction of the mechanic shop. No one there is worried, they say Danny built that bike from the ground up, he has complete control of it, it couldn’t do something if he didn’t want it to. Plus Jerramy is getting married next month and Danny wouldn’t miss that, he’ll be back.  Bruce thinks these people are delusional and still worries and tries to find anything. He finds nothing but dick and Alfred have figured out that he definitely doesn’t have a crush guys, the mission. 

Danny shows up two and a half weeks later just in time to pick up his suit for the wedding. Bruce is kinda losing it. 

[finalhaunts]

> I go to calculate my BMI on a website

> Straight up just gets called obese

[bitchimasnake-sss]

from me to you ft. roronoa zoro!

set-up: anon asked me to write angst :) 32 year zoro had lost you two years ago. but when he finds himself back in time, face to face with a 22 year old and and alive you, what will he do?

warnings: none, just some good ole angst; not proofread at all :/

"how did you get that scar then?" chopper asked, tracing another deep scar on the older man's shoulder.

"i was fighting a warlord." the older zoro shrugged, finding comfort in the way the young reindeer marvelled at his story.

"did you win then?" ussop asked next.

the younger version of the swordsman cut in, "ofcourse he did. he's me."

"not to credit you," the older version bickered, "but yes ofcourse, i did win."

"what do you mean 'not to credit you'. i am the reason you even got to that point-"

"yes but you didn't fight the warlord, i did."

"I AM YOU-"

"oh my god, stop bickering with yourself" nami groaned, "when will the rest be back? im growing so tired of looking after you children."

"i am a decade older than you." the older swordsman answered back.

the rest of the crew was out exploring the port town where the sunny was docked. it was about to be sun-down and the two zoros, nami, ussop and chopper waited for the others to return back.

hours passed and the older man had found himself walking around the ship, reminiscing in the old times. somehow, for someone as much of a shitty memory as him, he could recall every stain, every dent. he could recall every place ussop fucked up or luffy damaged or you-

you. you. you.

and now he could hear footsteps on the deck. more importantly, he could hear you. so, his feet moved to their own accord. he navigated through the ship easily, muscle memory taking ahold of his body. taking him to the deck, taking him to you.

the older swordsman stepped out onto the happening deck and there you were.

you - along with the rest of the crew - turned your attention to the green-haired man that had materialized on the deck. and then, the entire crew erupted into chaos. the younger version of luffy comically looked from one zoro to another, sanji stood with his mouth wide apart and robin looked slightly alarmed.

but none of that mattered.

none of them were you.

the twenty-two year old version of you was looking at the older man, mildly amused. you giggled and then poked nami, saying something along the lines of "he looks like a dilf" or something. but the older man didn't care, or more so he couldn't.

it was night yet he could point out every wayward freckle across your cheek. you shivered and he held back from giving you his kimono. you walked over to his younger version and that green-haired boy pressed a kiss to your forehead the same way he wanted to.

you were there.

in flesh and blood, you were there.

and maybe that's why he turned his back on you and walked into that old cabin of his. maybe that's why he locked the door and slumped against the wood with a heavy sigh. maybe that's why he covered his eyes with his palm and tried to blink the tears away.

you were gone. you had been, for the past two years. and he had learnt to live with that absence. learnt to swallow down any memories of you that came creeping up like bile. learnt to only smile in his dreams when he saw you again.

shouldn't he be happy he saw you again? shouldn't he be glad you smiled at him again? he should be, right?

then why wasn't he? why did it hurt him more to see you laughing that it did when he saw your cold corpse?

"uhm-" your voice called from outside, unsure, "zo- zoro? are you in there?"

he pressed his palm flatter against his eyes and sighed, "i'll be out in a minute, please wait"

"are you okay?" you asked softly and when he didn't reply, you asked again, "can i come in?"

wordlessly, he turned around and opened the door. and wordlessly, you crashed against him, hugging the older man.

letting go of whatever restraints he had, he held you against him tightly. he closed his eyes, relishing in the way your warmth felt against him, the way your cheek was resting against his chest, the way your tresses tickled his skin.

"you looked like you could use a hug." you mumbled against him, "it must be insane, to go through this time travel thing right?"

but the older man just pursed his lips tighter, trying to hold onto the love of his life as long as he could. he tried to fight off the welling tears as you let go of him and looked up at him.

"you smell nice. looks like you're actualy showering huh?" you laughed, "and i can't believe you got even more tall. i look like a child in front of you!"

zoro smiled despite himself, "hate to break it to ya, but you stay this size your entire life."

"what?! no!" you laughed again in disbelief, "really??"

he just nodded and you hit his chest playfully. then you said, "well i have so many questions for you. should i ask? please please pl-"

"anything for you." he replied mindlessly.

"look at you, such a romantic. your younger version could learn a thing or two." you paused, "my future version must be really happy with you, huh- wait, we're still together right?"

zoro was silenced. then, he put on a smile, "yeah, we are. and i guess she's pretty happy."

"are you?"

it was a simple question and yet, zoro felt like his being was set ablaze by just those two words. though his mouth felt like it was full of tar, he managed to say, "yeah, more or less"

you cocked an eyebrow, "you know you're a terrible liar."

"i-" he gave you a tired smile, "things have just been hard for the past few years, that's all."

"oh," you gave him a nudge, "but as long you've got me, things will be okay, yeah?"

he scoffed, as if rejecting your suggestion. you met the older man's gaze with confusion, as if asking him if you said something wrong.

his eyes softened, voice barely audible. he asked you, "and what if i lost you?"

"dumbass, you can never lose me. i'm with you, always."

"what if?"

"then..." you pondered for a second. finally, you raised your wrist to the green-haired swordsman's eyelevel. the silver charm bracelet shone dimly in the lit room. you shook your wrist and the soft melody of the charms filled the room, "you can keep this, to remember me."

zoro's gaze was transfixed on the charm bracelet, his eye catching each miniscule metallic movement, "you- you lost this bracelet."

"i did?" you tilted your head.

"i mean- in a couple years you will. we had docked on a summer island and you lost it while exploring the town."

you watched the way the man stared at your wrists and you made your decision, "take it."

"but it's your favourite jewelry-"

"well, if i'm gonna lose it anyways-" you took off the bracelet with little trouble, "then i think you should keep it."

you gave him another smile, delicately placing the dainty bracelet in his calloused palm, "maybe you can give it back to my future self when you're back in the present. i am sure she'd like the surprise of having it back."

before zoro could protest, his younger version barged into the cabin. the younger boy hissed at the older man, "give me back my girlfriend, oldy."

the older man didn't ignore the way you laughed. you took languid steps to reach the younger boy and then you melted in his arm as you laughed.

he loved you then, he loved you now. he knows he would love you beyond this.

and that's all that matters.

roronoa zoro, aged 32, had disappeared for three days. he refused to tell anyone where he had gone. but when he returned, he sported a new chain round his neck with old charms. nobody on the crew bought the chain up, they didn't need to.

because for the first time in two years, the swordsman could crack open a smile when he greeted them.

and that's all that mattered.

💗a/n: definitely gonna be posting sanji's part as soon as im done with it! sanji's part

[modanisgf]

— INTRO (END OF THE WORLD) , KIM MINJI

— KIM MINJI AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND !

✎ WARNING(S) — none tbh!!

✎ WORD COUNT — <1k

a/n: hi guys i HATE this but i wanna post smth. im so tired 😭😭💔 divider creds: @/plutism

nwjns masterlist

• MINJI who loves when you take her clothes, she actually giggles whenever she sees you walking around with them on. you once did a live in her hoodie to which she was texting you the entire time about how pretty you looked. (you had to end the live early and go over to her dorm).

“what is minji laughing like that about?” hanni asks, a look of disgust on her face.

“y/n went live in a hoodie of hers.” hyein responds, groaning as she bangs her head on the table.

“she’s been giggling all evening.” haerin says.

“i just wanna watch princess and the frog..” dani says disappointedly, making her members laugh.

• MINJI whose love language is gift giving. she likes to leave little gifts at your apartment while you’re away, always smiling whenever she gets a thank you text hours later from you.

you walked into your apartment after a long day at work, flopping onto your couch when you noticed a small box sitting on your coffee table. the sight made you groan, you knew it was minji again.

she had been giving you so many gifts recently that you didn’t even want to open it. you carefully unwrapped the box (minji insisted on wrapping it even if her wrapping was horrible) and opened it up to find a small journal. inside were tons of polaroid pictures of you and minji, the sight making you smile. there were photos from you first date, and even all the way back to when you met while trainees. it filled you with a sense of nostalgia, picking up your phone to text minji.

• MINJI who loves to kiss your face, whether it’s your forehead or your temple she’ll always make sure to give you a kiss whenever she sees you.

you lay your head on minji’s shoulder as you both watched the sunset, you felt so safe in her presence. minji kept her eyes on you even with the sight in front of her, nothing else could top your beautiful face in her mind. she wanted to kiss you so bad, the temptation getting to her as she gave you a small nudge.

“huh?” you ask, jumping a bit as minji held your chin and gave a small kiss to your forehead.

“sorry, you looked really good..” minji mumbles, making you blush.

you give a small kiss to her forehead as well, the smile on her face making you giggle.

“you’re so cute.”

• MINJI who gets jealous easily, especially seeing you with other idols.

you were currently doing a special performance with sana of twice, the two of you doing a cover of taste by sabrina carpenter. it was a very sudden and laat minute performance, so the look on minji’s face when she saw you on stage with your favorite idol was nothing but jealousy.

she knew it was just a performance and she shouldn’t care, but with the way you talked about sana before you guys got together she couldn’t help but feel jealous. your voices mixed well together as-well, the loud cheers in the audience making minji more annoyed.

minji was taken out of her trance by hanni, the shorter girl giving her older member a glare.

“there’s no way you’re seriously jealous of them right now.” hanni says, suppressing a giggle.

“oh shut up.” minji groans, nudging hanni the side making the younger girl giggle.

“you’re gonna get us on dispatch minji, brighten up.” hanni says to which minji rolls her eyes.

“that girl loves you y’know. sana isn’t gonna scoop her up, she knows about you two.” hanni says, to which minji visibly relaxes at.

“oh.” minji mumbles, she felt stupid.

“got all jealous for nothing.” hanni says, giggling again making minji push her.

“i hate you so much.” minji deadpans, ignoring the way her anger only made hanni laugh more.

• MINJI who loves spending time with you, regardless of your busy schedules.

when you and minji finally got a second to yourself, you chose to watch a movie together. you lay there in minji’s lap, eyes on the tv as she held you close.

the silence was comforting so much that you fell asleep about thirty minutes into the movie, making your girlfriend laugh.

minji ran her hands through your hair once more before relaxing back into the couch, it was a rare occurrence that you two got to spend the night together. she fell asleep only minutes later after you, her hands hugging your sides as she went in a deep sleep.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

what terms of endearment do you think bakugou would use for you? i'm a BIG fan of him calling you doll and/or princess 🥹🥹🥹

OUUU THIS IS SUCH A BIG TING TO ME U DONT GET IT!!! ive been waiting for an ask like this omg TSYM omg,,, i dont like him at all wdym??

but anyways !! i think it depends on high school katsu n pro hero katsu, let’s say you’ve been dating since high school so we can look at like a development! :3

now,,believe whatever you want,, but i think katsuki gets flustered very easily when its something he considers mushy. like he likes teasing you cus you’re the one getting embarrassed not him,, but he’d find petnames too sweet and that embarrasses him so he probably won’t call you anything besides your first name for a while, does that make sense ??

i think the fact of calling you by your name in itself is so intimate to him it makes him even more embarrassed than calling you a petname😭😭 but when he gets used to it he uses your name constantly. like you’re names just constantly in his mouth he uses it every chance he can.

slowly but surely i think he’d start off with babe, baby is too mushy for him to start off with and he’d get too embarrassed, it sounds a bit too loving and babe still sounds kinda cool. he is a loser lol if you hadn’t noticed.

but yeah he probably throws it out randomly and does not comment on it at all. also doesn’t look at you for a full ten minutes afterwards, don’t ask him for shit😭😭 he does alternate to baby when he’s feeling sweet once every blue moon or when he’s being a prick and messing with you lol

now for him as like a pro hero im also a realllly big fan of sweets ! its so cute and i feel like he’d use it ! sweets, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweet cheeks, sweetest YOU NAME IT HES GOT IT ALL POKEMON.

i think he’d like to throw in an angel in there too ! only to him you are very much a sweet thing like you can do no wrong, lotsa sweet stuff from him lol i DEFINITELY see him using princess too ! Half in jest and half cus you’re his pretty princess likee

(of course he Is an asshat so he has his teasing little nicknames but i feel like he wouldn’t use em much, like just to tease you i don’t see him actively calling you a dumbass 24/7 he’s a dick but not That much of a dick😭😭😭)

the older he gets the less embarrassed he gets like Everything is on the table for him, except ones he considers Too mushy because he thinks they don’t sound right when he says them LOLOL

also also this isn’t really a petname but i think he’d just loove calling you his,, his girl, his wife WHATEVER i feel like he does this all the time like his everyone is tired😭😭 its all “my girl this” “my girl that” like girl WE GET IT. LET IT GOOOO

much luv !!

[wileys-russo]

Matildas content has me in a chokehold for my fav aussie girlies! Would you consider something with kyra x r where the girls notice how easily r stops kyra’s annoying little sister behavior (rip mother steffy) maybe something along the lines of r being sleepy and Kyra being loud, a little “baby, im tired” and kyra’s basically 🤐 and the girls are just like this is all we needed for her to not be a menace lol!

around her little finger II k.cooney-cross x reader

"mate she's killing me, i really don't know how you put up with her." caitlin grumbled with a huff, shoving kyra away who tickled at the back of her neck with a grin, all of you exhausted after a long day of travel.

"patience and practice." you smiled bumping your shoulder into the older girls who sighed and grabbed her bag, heading into the hotel before kyra could catch her.

there wasn't a need though as of course kyra's attention was on her most favourite person to annoy, steph.

"kyra get off you rat!" steph laughed, shoving kyra away where she tried to clamber onto her back, smacking the younger girl in the back of the head as she reached for her bags.

"ow! babe did you see that? she abused me." your girlfriend turned to you with a pout. "baby you abuse her on a daily basis, you asked for it." you patted her cheek softly as steph laughed loudly in her face and slung an arm over you.

"and this is why you're my favourite child." steph sighed happily as you shot your girlfriend a grin over the older girls shoulder whose pout had shifted into a grumpy scowl as she grabbed her bags and yours.

"not fair! you've known each other longer." kyra grumbled moodily, steph having played alongside you since your very first pro season in the a-leagues, having taken you under her wing from day one. "i'm also significantly more tolerable than you ky." you teased as your girlfriend rolled her eyes and mocked you under her breath.

"thats the understatement of the century." steph agreed with a hum, yelping as kyra kicked at the back of her legs and sent her stumbling forward nearly taking you down with her. "kyra!" steph growled as your girlfriend beamed and sprinted into the hotel.

"you can do so much better than her, you know that right?" steph sighed taking your face in her hands as you rolled her eyes. "you love us together stephanie don't lie, you meddled about to get us with one another in the first place!" you wagged a finger as she grinned and let you go.

"i do, i really do. she might be a massive pain in the ass but you two are adorable together!" steph cooed and pinched your cheek as the two of you stepped inside the lobby.

"yeah and you've got her on a leash! whipped." you turned around at the new voice as your face lit up. "lani!" you launched at the taller girl, wrapping yourself around her in a hug as the defender squeezed you tightly.

"no longer wanting to punch me now are we baby t?" the blonde teased as she dropped you back to your feet and you pushed her shoulder with a scoff. "one; i hate that nickname. two; it was a dirty tackle and you deserved a yellow!" you warned as the older girl simply grinned and pulled you into her side, the two of you catching up as you wandered toward check in.

"also you might hate it but you're branded with that nickname for life now." alanna warned patting your head as you pushed her away, the nickname in general being a shortened version of 'baby tillie' which you'd earned the day you rocked up for your first senior camp at only fifteen with boots one size too big and your training bib on backwards.

you made your way around saying your hello's, your girlfriend waiting patiently by check in with your bags at her feet already having said her greetings.

"so you finally did it then?" steph looked up and her face broke out into a grin at the sight of hayley, embracing the shorter girl in a very tight hug. "did what?" steph frowned a little as hayley nodded over her shoulder toward kyra who was watching you with a lovesick pining stare.

"oh yes! finally manipulated them both into admitting their feelings for one another." steph smiled victoriously, you and kyra only having been officially together for a few months now after clearly crushing mutually for years.

"i give it a couple more weeks till she gets sick of that." hayley grinned, nodding to kyra who had grown bored of waiting for you, now wrapped around caitlin trying to pull her into a headlock.

"oh that isn't a problem with them. in fact, its a solution! just you wait."

~

sure enough, the others didn't need to wait long to see just what steph meant.

with word of you and kyra spreading rapidly around the team it wasn't long until the teasing started which you just brushed off with a roll of your eyes and a smile.

kyra however took the opposite approach, bragging on and on about how much you were whipped for her and how you were the biggest 'simp' she'd ever met, a charming recount which really no one but kyra actually believed.

after a grueling morning of fitness testing in the hot abu dhabi sun and everyone was cooling down in the ice baths prepared by the coaching staff, protein shakes in hand as time was spent catching up.

"on your left darlin." you looked up with a grin as ellie jumped in beside you, inhaling with a slight hiss at the change in temperature and clenching her top in her teeth, slowly sinking down into the freezing water.

"well well well if isn't little miss le clean sheet!" you teased with a smirk, ellie shoving your head to the side as the media team started their rounds with the mini mic having already cautioned everyone about camp content being needed.

"who would play you in a movie about your life?" you oohed as it was your turn, ellie already answering as you paused to think about your own. "natalie portman?" you laughed, unable to really think of an answer.

"you wish!" ellie scoffed with a grin, a few of the other girls adding onto the teasing as you mocked them and pulled a face. "because you look so much like margot robbie!" you threw back at alanna whose face dropped as your girlfriend hopped into the ice bath with her.

"fuck off kyra!" the blonde groaned, shoving her away as kyra stuck her finger in her ear with a grin. "anyone else want to babysit?" alanna grumbled, huffing and smacking the midfielder who continued to poke and prod at her.

"ky!" your girlfriend paused to look over her shoulder toward you as you raised an eyebrow.

no further words needing to be said the brunette sank down a little deeper into the water, sipping on her shake and stopping pestering alanna who looked on in surprise as you returned to your conversation with ellie and claire.

hayley got to see everything first hand a little later in the day, everyone gathering together for a session in the gym now it was a little cooler and everyone had eaten lunch.

"kyra! you're fucking killing me here." caitlin groaned as the girl clung onto her leg like a child, refusing to let go so she could continue her workout. "kyra please go finish your own reps, burn off some energy or something." steph tried with a roll of her eyes as kyra ignored her and continue to cling on.

a few others tried but kyra just ignored them, caitlin trying desperately to shake her off and even threatening to drop a weight on her head had no effect on the midfielder.

"mini man help me out!" caitlin whined pointing to kyra as katrina held her hands up. "she doesn't listen to me!" the older woman laughed, knowing the younger girls willingness to annoy others much out drove her willingness to listen to them.

"ky, can you spot me please?" you appeared suddenly with a drink bottle in hand, kyra dropping from caitlins leg and immediately jumping up to her feet, following loyally after you like a puppy.

"well, would seem she does listen to someone." hayley scoffed, all of the girls bar steph's faces written with shock, watching as kyra raced off to fill your water up for you after loading up the bench press insisting you not touch a thing until she returned.

"see? told you ras, baby t's got her wrapped right round her little finger." steph smirked somewhat proudly, the girls all shaking their heads and returning to their own workouts, kyra hovering protectively above you watching like a hawk as you did your lifts.

~

if word spread quickly about you and kyra just simply finally being together, it spread even faster about just what an impact and a grip you seemed to have over the rambunctious midfielder and her pestering antics.

"no way! she's that much of a pain." mackenzie scoffed in disbelief at alanna's words about what happened in the gym yesterday and in the ice baths, caitlin adding in several experiences of her own from back in london.

like the time kyra was caught tying katie's shoes together and with one disappointed sigh from you she immediately untied them and raced to katie with an apology.

or the time she wouldn't stop spraying alessia with her water bottle for the entire training until suddenly you were thirsty and she was barreling over toward the taps to fill up about five of them which were ran right over to you.

or the time she stacked up a whole heap of the big black foam training blocks to prove to teyah she could in fact touch the roof.

but with one mention of her name and a raised eyebrow from you, the midfielder was clambering down and putting the blocks back, showering your face with apologetic kisses as you scolded her and warned she could have been seriously hurt had she fallen.

"you are lying! look at her she's a menace." mackenzie rolled her eyes pointing to where kyra was currently rolling around on the rec room floor wrestling with charli as teagan egged them on.

"what are we talking about then?" you hopped over the back of the couch they were sat on, wedging yourself between alanna and mackenzie. "comfortable?" the blonde raised an eyebrow as you tucked yourself into her side and stretched your legs out over mackenzies lap.

"very, thank you lanz." you grinned patting her knee as the older girl rolled her eyes affectionately but moved her arm to drape across you. "how you've got kyra wrapped round your little finger." caitlin chuckled in answer to your previous question.

"oh yeah, absolutely." you nodded with a serious expression as mackenzie scoffed. "there is no way, she's too much of a stubborn pest to listen to anyone." the goalkeeper shook her head as you shrugged, unbothered by the disbelief.

"game of uno?"

"ha! draw four, again." alanna smirked toward mackenzie who was fuming, yanking another four cards up and mumbling angrily under her breath.

"relax mac you're gonna burst a blood vessel in your forehead, at your age that could cause some serious winkle damage." you teased, both you and caitlin down to one card each as poor mackenzie now had at least twelve.

"unless you would like me to hang you upside down by your ankles again, shut it." the older girl warned seriously as you held hands up in defence. "that was so good i've gotta find the video of that again." alanna snickered as you pinched her leg with a glare.

"i didn't even deserve it considering i was framed and both of you knew and didn't say anything!" you huffed at the memory of the goalkeeper indeed hanging you upside down by your ankles when she thought you'd put honey in her gloves.

but really it was of course a much younger sam who didn't even come to your defence as you swore black and blue it wasn't you, mackenzie only letting you down when your face went bright red since the blood had rushed to your head.

"i said i was sorry and i threw sam in the ice bath, don't be a baby about it." mackenzie shrugged finally getting alanna back with a draw four of her own. "you never said sorry!" you argued with a scowl which quickly turned to a victorious smirk as you slapped down your final card with a whoop of success.

"three in a row, unbeatable." you grinned happily, all three girls around you moaning in annoyance and throwing their cards down. "i'm tapping out, leaving as a winner you know?" you flexed with a confident smile.

"goodnight!" you hurried to dart out of the way of alanna's hand which grabbed for your top as you wiggled your fingers at them over your shoulder.

your girlfriend in the meantime was on a winning streak of her own only it wasn't just her opponents whose nerves she was rapidly grating as she sat on a beanbag playing mario kart, yelling and jeering and poking at poor steph who was stuck in dead last.

"nah this is rigged! what have you done to it?" she shot the brunette beside her a fierce glare as kyra let out an over dramatic evil laugh causing a few heads to turn to her with scowls of annoyance at her volume in the shared space.

picking up on the rapidly frosty mood building in the room and not wanting your girlfriend to make too many enemies on her first night, as kyra crossed the finish line in first you decided to step in.

"ha! loser loser looser." kyra leapt up and chanted repeatedly at steph beside her who scowled and threw the remote onto the now vacant beanbag beside her as kyra continued with her obnoxious celebrations.

"anyone else game enough to face the champ?" the midfielder smiled smugly looking around the room but clearly missing the looks of disdain thrown back at her, even charli looking ready to call it a night.

"nobody? everyone too chicken?" kyra made a loud squawking noise and grinned. "just go to bed kyra! you are giving everyone a headache." caitlin groaned from the sofa as your girlfriend started to argue.

"ky." your hand grabbed softly at her bicep, cutting her off mid sentence as she looked to you with a raised eyebrow, the brunette now consumed entirely in giving you whatever you wanted.

"baby, i'm tired. lets head up?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, kyra nodding and immediately tossing the controller onto the beanbag without another word, grabbing your hand and following you right out of the room.

"see? around. her. little. finger!" caitlin smirked at the look of utter shock on mackenzie's face, most of the team looking on in surprise at yet again just how easily kyra would bend over backwards to meet your needs.

"ow! what the hell was that for?" steph huffed as hayley dropped down in the beanbag beside her and handed her one of the abandoned controllers.

"for not getting them together sooner!"

[prettyboykatsuki]

brocon | a. oliver

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, unrequited love (from reader but not to oliver), presence of honorfics (nii-san mostly), incest (incestual roleplay and one sided incestual affection lol), oliver is not the older brother but he wishes he was, Too Casual About Incest in this one, oral (m!recieving), mentions of cervix fucking + deepthroating, cream pies, casual sex, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.5k

✮ a/n ; im reading too many doujinshis. everyday i become a little more insane. i miss you all. i also hate this guy.

c. consider this like a prelude by the way. im definitely going to expand on this universe rip.

also im dead fucking tired so tenses are all over the place. im gonna skip class tomorrow i think lol

✮ synopsis ; oliver is not put off by your brother complex. he probably should be.

Oliver isn’t very meddlesome.  

He’s a captain, but that’s as far as he’s ever willing to extend himself when it comes to getting deeply involved with other people. He loves soccer, loves strikers, etc. Annoying shit is tolerable if it’s for the love of the game.  

So in terms of his willingness to interfere, it starts and stops at soccer.  

The same is not true for relationships. Never has been really. He isn’t sure if he’s always been like that. He got his heart broken in high school, before his career took off and get much time to think about what he wanted after.  

He’ll never claim to be paragon of morality. Whether or not he’s pre-disposed for it, he’s been around the block and doesn’t take anything too seriously. A lot of what he’s down for just depends on where he’s at and he stands to gain. 

But, he’s always been straightforward about it so whatever.  

 From experience, he prefers dating women with a lot to lose - career driven types. Long term, they’re the easiest to break up with because they rarely chase after him and have little desire for the spotlight. He likes cute, innocent types too, for different reasons - but it can get messy easily so he has to be off season  to fuck them or date. His type in men depends on what he’s feeling. He likes getting topped by quiet, stoic men and likes topping slutty pretty boys. 

Case and point, Olivers type is whoever wants to fuck him and he wants to fuck too. It’s not complicated and isn’t defined by any particular thing. When it comes to appearance and personality - well he’s fine with whatever. He’s not really interested in being exclusive. He likes to have fun and like freely, or something like that.  

His only real criteria for sex and partnership are: discreet, sane, want to fuck him.  

You fit one of those parameters for sure.  You’re very discreet.  

But while you and Oliver are sleeping together, it’s not him you actually want.  

Oliver  met you a few months back. You were by yourself in the bar of a nice motel and dressed to the nines, crying alone over a drink. The game plan was simple. He would chat you up, console you, and bring you to bed. You both get to feel good, and you get to forget for a while.  

An attempted act of kindness and sincerity.  

He did just that too. Slid up next to you easy, bought you a drink. You were mostly sober - told him you had to drive early the next day. Alcohol was just to soothe your broken heart. You broke down after that. Red-rimmed watery eyes, barely keeping it together - it didn’t take much effort for Oliver to get you to open up. Apparently someone you loved had just got married. You even gave a speech for the wedding. Sobbed a little about how you’re happy he’s happy but you’re devastated.  

Oliver offered you a shoulder to cry on. Whispered in your ear real sweet about licking each others wounds for the night. How he’d be happy to help you forget. You went back to your hotel with little fuss. And he’s a half decent bastard after all, so he didn’t go too hard on you during the sex. Gave you boyfriend treatment as a consolation prize for your efforts. Foreheads pressed together, arms around his shoulders, lots of kissing and making eye contact.  

That kind of sex is fun sometimes, at least when it’s not very serious.  

You had great compatibility in bed. Some post coital pillow talk also revealed that your mutual interests meshed pretty well  - so you decided to see each other again for the purposes of fucking. Oliver needs a reliable partner who won’t try to ruin his career and you need a shoulder to lean on and forget about your true love.  

It was working out well for him really. And like he said, he’s not really the type to pry into other peoples affairs.  

For better or for worse though, having frequent sex with someone usually gets you acquainted with random aspects of their life. The friends parts of friends with benefits usually means you’re seeing some part of them you didn’t sign up for.  

It took three months of sleeping with you, around the 8th time you met up for sex, for him to realize who your unrequited love actually was.  

He thought it might’ve been someone off limits from the way you spoke about it. Though you tended to avoid the subject altogether.  

Had he known he was going to get involved with a girl that has the worst brother complex he’s ever seen, he would’ve reconsidered seeing you again.  

Maybe. Or maybe not.  

Truthfully, Oliver is less bothered by brocon thing than he thought he’d be. He hadn’t realized because of anything you told him. Just that once, you were laying on his chest when you got a call in the middle of the night from your older brother. 

You’re not the sweet type, to put it bluntly. Oliver would categorize you as the working professional sort with a lot to lose - high spec and calculating. Aside from the night he met you, he’d never seen you act in a way he would consider needy or childish - even after sex. Or ever, really - even when something happens that might garner that response.  

Seeing the way your eyes lit up, the way your whole demeanor changed as you spoke with him on the phone. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. He didn’t have plans to confront you about it at the time. It wasn’t really his business, or at least that’s what he told himself. 

At a certain point though, he felt like he couldn’t dance around it.  

He brought it up on a whim one night. Regretted it because he liked your current relationship and didn’t want it to end, but he felt it had to be done.  

He doesn’t know what exactly he was expecting, if anything at all. He thought you’d cuss him out or something. Tell him to fuck off and mind his business. Tell him to not be gross, maybe.  

But he didn’t expect tears, nor did he expect the childish sadness that came along with the mere mention of you beloved nii-san.  

That had made him wanna pry.  

It wasn’t hard to get you to open up about it. Frankly, he didn’t actually give a shit about the incest part, so you felt safe enough to tell him when he asked. Your older brother was basically your whole life. You’re half siblings, abandoned by the same parent. You had a rough upbringing but your older brother took care of you and sacrificed a lot. You realized you were in love with him in middle school and kept it in since. He’s about four years older than you and his wife is a very gentle person.  

Oliver isn’t concerned about the details. He’s nosy - so he asks but he wouldn’t’ve forced you if you didn’t want to talk about it. But it seems like you really did, since you were happy to tell him anything on your mind.  

You were…different after that. After he knew, you relaxed considerably. He didn’t think of you as guarded until you stopped being that way and started acting more… docile.  

Oliver doesn’t mind that change either, which is shocking for him. Usually you’re far off but after you cum, you soften up and act kind of… cute.  

 You’re a little clingier, and generally speaking - sweeter to him when you’re guard is down. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose. You never ask Oliver to treat you any softer or get demanding with him. And there’s never an instance where he has to worry about if that’ll change because as nice as you are to him, it’s clear as day that no one in the world will ever surpass your affection for your older brother.  

(Once, after sex,  Oliver asks you what you like about about your older brother. The question comes as a shock to you both, but mostly to him because he isn’t sure why he thinks to ask. You’re happy enough to answer it though. According to you, he’s perfect.  

He’s kind and thoughtful, gentle and doting, tall, strong and handsome. You’ve got little hearts in your eyes when you say all this. You add towards the end that part of the reason you sleep with Oliver is because they’re so different you can forget all about it.  

He laughs at that, but he isn’t sure how sincere it is.) 

As time goes by, Oliver never gets  totally used to the change. As soon as you get a call or text from your beloved nii-san, you perk up like all the life has been breathed back into you. He hears you talk sometimes and it’s clear that your brother also probably has a bit of a sister complex.  

 You’re more open around Oliver sure - but it pales in comparison to when you get a call from him. How could a person be so different? He assumes the answer is love, but he can’t wrap his head around it having that much impact on your character.  

Oliver tries not to think about it.  

You’ve continued sleeping together out of habit and as time went  by  - you started to hang out for no real reason. It’s remained casual. You never want anything from him except dick and sometimes attention, but its clear that it isn’t from the one sided hope of becoming his girlfriend. And he knows almost too well that you don’t care for him in a special way because he knows what that looks like on you - and every kindness you’ve shown him is just who you are.  

It’s not like Oliver isn’t keenly aware of all of that.  

But it doesn’t stick until he offers up roleplaying with you on a whim.  

He suggests it to fuck with you really. And maybe because he’s a little irritated by it. He wants to upset you a little, petty as it is. See how you react. He was expecting you to get pissed off, maybe even cuss him out a little over being a jerk.  

That is not the reaction he receives. Instead you flush all over. Your hands fist on your knees and you get shy over just the prospect. He’s had you bent in every position known to man but he’s never seen you more embarrassed then the very idea of uttering the name nii-san in relation to sex.  

You do have a moment of sobriety after the fact, hit him with your pillow and tell him not to be a dick.  

But then, he can’t let it go. So he grabs you by the wrist and says it’s fine. It’s what he’s here for isn’t he? Always has been.  

Only seeing it does it start to really click.  

It’s the most intense sex you’ve ever had , and it doesn’t feel  profoundly fucked up until you take his dick  into your mouth. Hearts in your eyes while he strokes your hair, swallowing his cock - nuzzling it, kissing, it and being so devoted he doesn’t know if he’s the most unlucky man alive or the least.  

You’re always a sight for sore eyes when you’re hoping to please him somehow. You’re a little haughty in bed in a way he’s into— 

But fuck, it’s different when you’re doing it for your big brother. He’s never seen you so horny in his life. Touching yourself so desperately while you’re deepthroating his length, eyes rolling back into your skull as you swallow him all the down to the base. Moaning into it even as you gag and hiccup and spit.. Drool clinging to your lips, stretched all the way to the corners  - wetness sliding down the curve of your neck and chest. Your face flush, damp tears clinging to your lashes while he strokes his thumb against your cheek and tells you the same few words over and over.  

Nii-san’s so proud of you. You’re being so good for your me. Over and over, reinforcing it again and again. Hearing the words and just thinking of it seem to be enough for you.  

It’s about the same when he does finally fucks you. Oliver gets into it at the end. Puts you in a full nelson and fucks you stupid, the head of his cock battering into you and demanding to be let in. You feel good split apart on his dick - pussy stretched so tight it barely fits him.  

You always do your best to take him, but he sees what the affection does to you. You get so horny that you spread your legs without being fucked open on his fingers first. Your body is responsive to it. He almost feels bad for your brother, not getting to know what it feels like. Oliver is only playing pretending but your cunt squeezes his dick so tight, holds onto him like  it doesn’t want to let go. It’s not even the real thing yet your body is keen on milking him. Built and bred like it was made for your older brother to fuck.  

He’ll never get the chance too. Oliver relishes in it more than he can be honest about.  

Once he’s inside, you tell Oliver in a lust drunk haze that nii-san can have whatever he wants. That’s when he knows you’re running on nothing but lust. And by then, he is too. You whimper when he moves - say yes when he hisses that he’s gonna fuck you deep enough to flood your cervix. Nod desperately when he offers to fuck your cervix open too.  

It’s nothing but filthy bullshit but the words come out easier as his cock keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are over the thought alone.  

It finally settles in when when you’ve nearly fucked yourself unconscious. Riding his cock with your tshirt pulled up over your tits, eyes closed and legs wobbling - saying it over and over. Begging for your brother who you love so dearly while you  fuck on him with all the strength in your hips.  

Seeing that makes him realize that he’s not a stand-in.  

Only because it’s an impossible outcome in the first place.  

It’s the first time he cums inside of you, and the first time you cry after sex. Oliver holds you afterwards. You whisper a thank you so sincere to him afterwards he loses his fucking mind, all soft and watery and needy. Don’t protest when he pulls you into a bath or holds you.  

You stay with him through the night and he realizes right about then that he’s completely and utterly fucked. 

It’s his karma, he assumes. Wanting a girl who has a severe brother complex is Oliver’s own special hell - hand crafted to make him feel as fucked up as possible.  

But damn does he want you bad anyway.  

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

Can you write a Damian fic when the reader gets close to one of his brothers preferably Jason?

NUMBER ONE

pairings — damian wayne — al ghul x reader

warnings — not much maybe a little cursing

summary — Damian didn’t like how close you were with Jason, and he had no problem making Jason know how he felt about that.

notes — this isn’t the best so i probably messed up the request so im sorry about that 😞

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN KNEW THERE WASNT anything serious between you and Jason. he had no problem admitting that you guys were friends and liked to hang out. he wasn’t particularly keen on befriending his older brother, but could manage his presence for you.

it had started when Jason picked you up from school, Damian had cashed out on a favor from the older guy because Bruce needed him somewhere when your classes ended.

of course, that wouldn’t be the only time Jason had to pick you up for Damian. Jason honestly had no problem picking you up, since it put him on better terms with the younger boy.

after all, Jason was far too old for you, and since you were with Damian, Jason had no problem befriending you and enjoying time together as friends. if anything, you saw him as more of a fun uncle than your boyfriends brother.

but, you still reminded yourself that that was your boyfriends brother, not your “fun uncle”, and you were fine with setting reasonable boundaries.

“you okay, Damian?” you walked over to where he had been laying in his bed. he had a sour look spread across his face as he stared into his ceiling like it was never ending.

“do you like Jason more than me?” Damian asked suddenly, his eyes remaining glued on his ceiling. you grinned, he couldn’t see you, and grabbed one of his hands that sat on his chest, holding it in your own.

“no, of course not. he’s like a weird uncle, and he isn’t my boyfriend, is he?” you poked at his softly with your other hand, kissing the expanse of his hand softly. he finally looked away from the ceiling, meeting your gaze.

“no, he isn’t.” Damian sighed, sitting up.

“either way, i have boundaries set with him. do you want me to spend less time him?”

“no, no.” Damian sighed, leaning against you. you smiled again, kissing the crown of his head.

on occasion, other than the times that Jason picked you up and dropped you off, you would spend time playing video games or just simply hanging out with him.

you understood that Damian did not like Jason whatsoever, so the only times you hung out with the older guy one on one was whenever you were waiting for Damian.

“were you jealous?” you asked, a small grin formulating on your face. Damian brought his head back up and softly glared, shaking his head. “you totally were.” you laughed. he lightly pushed your shoulder, smiling now.

“i wasn’t jealous of Todd.” Damian pretended to be upset, but you knew it was all a lie.

you dropped it after that, spending the rest of your time with your boyfriend.

the next day, while getting ready for school, Damian sent you a message. won’t be able to pick you up today, Todd will. you replied with a short yet sweet message before finishing getting ready and going to school.

the day passed by in a breeze, nothing interesting had happened (you expected it, your school had always been boring), and you just missed your boyfriend.

walking out of the building, you easily found Jason’s car, opening the passenger side and sitting down.

“what’s up, kid?” Jason held his fist out for a fist bump, you tapped your fist against his, grinning tiredly.

“just tired. how longs Damian gonna be gone?” you asked, attempting to keep the conversation civil and short — you hardly had enough social energy left.

“not too long. just gonna sleep when we get back?” Jason pulled away from the school and drove faster than most others would, but drove safely regardless.

Damian would have his head if Jason put you in any danger.

“yeah, probably.” you confirmed, letting out a yawn.

the rest of the drive, the two of you had fun. Jason was able to make you laugh until your stomach hurt and you were crying.

either way, you were still exhausted when Jason parked outside the house. greeting Alfred and waving at anyone else, you were able to find Damian’s room and fall asleep instantaneously.

masterlist — reminder that asks / requests are open!!

[suskz]

no i.n. fics is crazy.. he's so pookie

well ill be the first then 😼 i.n. x reader where like, everyone in skz knows they like each other except them cause they're both stupid losers pining? make the fluff so sweet that I lose all my teeth from cavities (im mentally insane)

tyty love ya babes 💋

Just friends?

pairing: Jeongin x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

t/w: fluff ; Jeongin is just a cute little baby bread ; friends can kiss ; innie is a sucker for physical touch (yours).

a/n: I’M BAAACK (I guess???) Y’ALL!! *awkward silence*. We all love soft clingy innie! I’m so, so sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy!

It’s so sudden that both of you jump slightly in place. The door opens, and the voice is heard in the room —if not throughout the entire apartment— before the figure can even be seen: “Stop fucking!” It’s Changbin’s voice, loud and clear, “And do something useful, it’s your turn to go grocery shopping today.” His tone lowers, becoming normal.

You’re half-lying on the bed while Jeongin has his head resting on your chest and one leg thrown over yours, as you both scroll through your phones, occasionally showing each other funny videos you find.

Jeongin rolls his eyes at his words and groans, “Do we really have to?” He complains.

You, on the other hand, have flushed cheeks and try to discreetly hide your ears.

“Actually,” the older one begins, thinking, “Y/n doesn’t have to because she did it last week. You get up and go now; there’s nothing in the fridge.”

At his words, Jeongin’s hands tighten around your sweatshirt into fists, and his face snaps in your direction, “No, you’re coming with me, right?” He asks so quickly it seems desperate. And it’s phrased as a question, but you don’t really have a choice; he would take you with him anyway.

You smirk, “Aw, is baby afraid to go to the supermarket alone?” You pout at him playfully and take his face in your hands.

He pouts like a child, and you bite your lip to keep from smiling at his cuteness, but you fail, and your lips curve upward.

“Since you’re teasing me, I’ll go ask Hyunjin hyung to come with me.” He holds back from calling you a ‘jerk’, but just as he gets up, you pull him back down and place an arm over his body to stop him from leaving.

“Is baby upset now?” You hold back a laugh that would only annoy him more.

“Let me go.” He demands, even though he could easily leave on his own since you’re not really putting much strength into your hold.

“Chill, I’ll come with you.”

He doesn’t change his expression and doesn’t say anything in response. You place your hand on his head and ruffle his hair energetically, messing it up, and he starts squirming under your touch.

His eyes squeeze shut, his lips form a thin line, and his nose scrunches up.

“Get a room.” Changbin teases, and although his voice sounds disgusted, you can clearly sense the little smile on his lips.

You stop moving your hand, “We’re already in a room.” you state.

“Ah, right, I’ll just leave then.” he says just before closing the door and walking away quickly, his footsteps clearly audible to the both of you.

“I hate you.” Jeongin mutters as he fixes his hair.

“You love me.” You smile, turning your eyes back to your phone screen.

His eyes linger on you for a few seconds, his movements stopping. A sparkle passes through them, and a thought, ‘Yes, I do’, runs through his mind, but he quickly hides it, afraid that you might read it in his eyes —even though you’re not even looking at him.

He quickly settles back next to you on the bed, this time lying a bit farther from you, turned in the opposite direction from where you’re sitting. You give him a confused look, even though he can’t see you.

“I think I’ll take a nap, I’m tired.” he mutters with his eyes closed.

You don’t comment on the fact that he didn’t seem so tired a little while ago; instead, you move closer to him and place your face in front of his.

His eyes open, “What?” he asks, sounding more annoyed than he meant to.

You pucker your lips, “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss?” you ask.

“Always so demanding.” he rolls his eyes with a smirk, lifting his head slightly to give you a quick peck on the lips before resting his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes again.

You smile with satisfaction. You really find it sweet that the two of you share this kind of intimacy in friendship. You don’t even remember how it started; you just know that by now, it’s not strange to see the two of you share a quick kiss on various occasions, even in simple moments like this one.

After all, what’s a quick peck between friends?

You sit back up with him facing away from you.

And you watch him, maybe for a moment too long because he speaks, “I can see that you’re staring,” he states, “What are you daydreaming about?” he asks you with a mischievous grin.

You feel a sense of embarrassment, and your cheeks heat up. “I just want to touch your hair, it’s so soft.” you admit.

“Heh, I know. Do you like my new haircut?” he asks you with a curious smile, turning to look at you.

“Too much.” you reply, feeding off his happiness and pride.

Then, eventually, you gently thread your fingers through his soft hair, feeling him relax and lean into your touch.

You know perfectly well how much he loves having his hair stroked —even though he claims otherwise— and how much it helps him fall asleep.

You smile and decide to join him, lying down behind him and wrapping your arms around his body.

Jeongin feels his body grow warmer and his stomach flip, but he remains still and relaxes when one of your hands intertwines with his fingers, soon falling asleep in your arms.

—

“Oh, shit.” Jeongin mutters, watching the heavy rain outside from inside the supermarket.

“We don’t have an umbrella, do we?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

That’s why you find yourselves running through the heavy rain, trying to get home as quickly as possible.

You’re soaked from head to toe, and the sidewalk is so slippery that it was inevitable you’d fall.

Jeongin stops and quickly reaches you to help, “Aish, you’re so clumsy!” He bends down to give you a hand, first moving his hair out of his face.

“I’m slowing you down,” you lift your head and extend an arm towards him in a gesture of surrender, “You go on ahead, soldier; I’ll carry on when I have the strength,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

His stunned expression makes you burst into the laughter you were holding back. He watches the way your face crinkles and hears your voice rise so loudly that it’s clearly audible over the sound of the rain, which has become just background noise.

And it’s as if a ray of sunshine has settled right above you, just the two of you, with your clear voice managing to brighten even the worst moments.

Your laughter causes him to laugh as well, and he collapses onto the ground in front of you, ending up on his knees.

And it’s so sudden that for a moment it frightened you, that warmth you felt in your chest upon hearing his vibrant voice and seeing his almost carefree, smiling expression.

“Come on, get up now, we can’t stay here.” He says gently, helping you to your feet.

You sigh in frustration, “I can’t, my shoes are hurting my feet.” You admit, letting a small plea show in your voice, hoping he might help you, giving him puppy eyes.

And so, for the rest of the way home, he runs and you ride on his back.

He was actually about to leave you there and continue on his own, but in the end, he took pity on you after your persistent pleading.

“You’re so exhausting!” He complains when you both cross the apartment door.

You giggle, sniffling, and thank him. “I owe you a favor.”

“You say that every time.” He gives you a look, “I’m going to take a shower, don’t bother me until I’m done.”

Seungmin appears just as Jeongin is leaving, “Woah.” He turns to you, “Did you walk in the rain?”

“We ran in the rain.” You correct him, emphasizing the word ‘ran’.

“I ran in the rain.” Jeongin states before turning the corner and heading into the bathroom.

At the thought of what happened only a little while ago, you feel your cheeks strangely warm up and a sense of embarrassment spread inside you. A peculiar embarrassment, especially for something like this.

Seungmin looks at you, and something flashes in his eyes, something you haven’t seen and wouldn’t have known how to interpret, “Do you like Jeongin?” he asks suddenly, so directly.

You should deny it, you know you should, but something inside you clicks with his words; hundreds of thoughts surrounded by a cloud of doubts.

You remain silent, perhaps for a second too long, and your answer seems to confuse you even more than you already are, “I don’t know.”

—

When Jeongin is sick, he’s always so dramatic. He always claims he’s dying from a headache, feeling faint, and lacking the strength to get out of bed.

All this for just a simple cold.

This time, you think back to all those times he’s said similar things, and you consider that he might not be entirely wrong. Maybe it’s the intense sensations he experiences that are making him seem delirious.

Why else would he wrap his arms around you, holding you from behind in such an intimate and affectionate way in front of others, if not unconsciously?

Anyone could walk into the kitchen and see you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Jeongin always claims he has a certain reputation to maintain and apparently, because of that, he can’t be too cuddly with you —though you don’t understand how that makes sense, you don’t complain about it. And Minho is even in the kitchen right now, but your sweet Jeongin doesn’t seem to care, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Jeongin? Shouldn’t you be in bed now?” you ask, pausing for a second from stirring the hot broth in the pot on the stove, then resuming.

“I want you to stay in bed with me.” he admits.

“You don’t need me, to rest.” you assert, secretly melting at his touch and snuggling into his embrace with heated cheeks.

“And what if I told you that I do?”

Your heart skips a beat, and if he notices you stiffen in his arms, he doesn’t say anything.

“Go on, pretend I’m not here.” Minho comments sarcastically, but he’s ignored by both of you.

Jeongin whines, “Oh, come on! Come to bed with me! What’s the harm?” He whimpers like a child.

“I’m cooking you something to make you feel better; I can’t just leave it here.” You explain to him.

“Can’t Minho hyung take care of it?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching the inviting warm broth, speaking of the older one as if he weren’t there with you.

“I’m still here.” Minho chimes in for the second time, perhaps a bit annoyed by his behavior, and you turn in his direction, giving him an apologetic smile on behalf of the younger one.

“Minho is teaching me the recipe. I want to cook it myself, and you’ll tell me what you think.” You place one of your hands on his, an affectionate gesture, though slightly hesitant, and he seems to lean more into you, relaxing even more.

“I want to rest my head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat relaxes me.” He admits, ending the sentence in a whisper, and moves one of his hands to your chest, over your heart, “Oh, it’s beating a bit fast right now, are you alright?” He asks in a clearly concerned voice, turning to look at your face, but you turn your head away so he won’t see your obvious blush.

“Yes! I-I’m fine.” you stutter, shrinking away and squirming in his hold while he tries in every way to get a look at your face.

You hate how insistent he can be at times like this.

“Alright, lovebirds, at least try not to kiss in front of me; have some mercy on my eyes.” Minho rolls his eyes but can’t hide the grin forming on his lips.

“We’ve already done it.” Jeongin reminds him, and you ponder on whether you should feel embarrassed or just treat it as the normal thing it is —at least for the two of you.

Jeongin thinks you need a reminder, so he cups your chin in his hand, gently placing his fingers on your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours. It’s such a quick, chaste, simple gesture; so usual, yet you feel quivers in your stomach, a gentle flutter that whispers things you don’t feel ready to admit to yourself, voices you’re afraid to listen to.

When he pulls away, he has a proud grin on his lips, and you feel a strong urge to hit him in the face. But with your lips. Gently. Because you want more this time; more of him, his soft pink lips, the warmth his body gives you, that silly but beautiful face.

Shit.

“Wipe that dumb smile off your face.” you say playfully, pulling away and returning to that damn broth.

“But you love this dumb face, admit it.”

‘Yes, I do’ is what you want to say, but it’s maybe because of what you felt a moment ago that you avoid letting those words leave your lips. “You’d better go back to your room before you start feeling worse.” You warn him.

“Come to think of it, I’m feeling dizzy.” Jeongin says, cursing under his breath. He follows your advice and heads back to his room, but not before throwing you one last look, saving that cute, rare moment of concentration —now focused on the broth— in his mind, with a bittersweet smile on his lips.

“Go to him,” you look up at Minho, who had already been watching you. A little smile forms on his lips, “I saw how you look at each other, and I’m never wrong,” he explains, “Now come on, go to him.” Minho gently but insistently pushes you out of the kitchen.

It was too indirect for you to be entirely convinced by what he said, but you hope it’s what you think. You don’t know when this started, why it happened, or if what you feel is real.

But every doubt seems to disappear from your mind when those words leave his glossy lips in the darkness of his room, his chest firmly pressed against your back, his warm breath on your neck, his arms wrapped around your body in a hold that whispers a fear of losing you.

And you don’t know if they are truly meant or if they came out in a moment of confusion and he actually meant something with a lesser meaning.

But what you know is that you feel exactly what was softly whispered into your ear —words said with a barely audible voice that you felt as a scream.

“I’m in love with you.”

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem||Chapter Five

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight||Chapter nine|Chapter ten (finale!)|

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

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"How much longer do we have to keep walking?"

The group was extremely sick and exhausted, walking miles and miles along the forest. When Jimin had no more energy left, the youngest carried him on his back. The pack leader was fearful of the government coming to find them, so during the day they walked nonstop. And when the sun would finally rest, they would rest in the nearest cave or by the tallest tree.

"Until we make it to some water", Joon claimed, ears perked to listen for the closest stream. "I can hear it. We're almost there."

"We wouldn't have had to run, y'know..." Jimin was absentmindedly whispering his thoughts, delirious from lack of sleep.

"I miss her", Tae whined. "And I miss the food, and the comfy bed, and the little chickens..."

Namjoon ignored their complaints, keeping the same pace. He was just as sick and tired as they were, but his love for his pack kept him strong. Now matter how much they tried to convince him to stay, it didn't work. But they couldn't blame him- Namjoon has been burned before.

And he wasn't gonna let it happen again.

Justin didn't like taking the bus. The older kids always made fun of him. Plus, his school was only a couple of minutes away from home if he took the shortcut. So everyday afterschool he would hop the fence behind the school and take left and right turns through the alleyways to get home.

Until one day where he met a little wolf hybrid. Justin had stumbled upon the little guy next to a dumpster in the alley. He was frail and weak looking. His short was torn, his pants were jagged, and the soles of his feet were black.

"Hey little guy", Justin whispered, slowly walking up to the wolf as to not startle him. However it did quite the opposite.

"Please!" He screamed. "I'll go but please don't hurt me!"

With that, Justin backed away. "I'm not gonna hurt you- promise!" The hybrid stood on his feet with haste, getting ready to make a fast exit.

But Justin didn't wanna let him go.

"Are you lost? Do you need some help?" That's when he realized Justin wasn't coming for him- he probably didn't even know who he was.

"N-no. Im f-fine", he whispered, making his way to the kind human who offered to help him. "Just please don't tell anyone I'm here-please." He got down on his knees and pleaded.

"I won't, I swear. But, you can't stay here. Whoever you're hiding from will find you as easily as I did."

The hybrid thought for a second, pondering over his next moves. He's probably been on the run his whole life. His street smarts are probably beyond compare. At least, that's what Justin thought.

"I have nowhere to go..." He whispered. "My family... they're dead. They're all dead- and I'm alone."

It was like looking in a mirror. Justin had found someone just like him. Parentless, scared, afraid. He had a feeling he could help. "You can come stay with me for a while", he offered.

And just like that- he found himself stepping into Justins small apartment. It was cramped, but it's all Justin could afford so he made it work. They lived together for month before Justin finally asked what his name was.

"Namjoon", he replied. "My name is Kim Namjoon, and I'm wanted for murder."

***

Some of the food in your fridge had spoiled. Just to prevent from wasting you walked miles away to the nearest neighbor and gave them all of your leftovers. It been a couple weeks since the guys had left, and you were feeling lost-empty. You knew who they were. You knew what people called him. You knew they were wanted by the government, but it didn't stop you from taking them in.

And even though they hadn't stayed long, it was hard to imagine what life was like without them- especially when you had already imagined a life with them.

When it was time to rest your head, you would walk by their rooms and whisper goodnight. But even though no one was there, the ghost of them always replied back, "goodnight, sweet dreams."

Every now and then you swear you hear laughing downstairs, the sound of Hoseok rolling around in the grassy field, or even the sound of Taehyung flipping the page of a good book. Every now and then, while making dinner, you feel a presence creep up behind you asking "Can I just have one bite? How will I know if it's good if I don't try it?" Jungkook loved to sneak bits of supper before it was ready.

The feeling made you queasy, and it brought tears to your eyes. It made you anxious, so you watched the new every night in hopes that they hadn't been caught. Because, even though they didn't want to stay with you, you sure as hell weren't going to let the researchers have them.

You had already made that mistake once before.

Your birthday party was absolutely amazing! Your friends were there, all of your family came. Even the gifts were memorable. However, something was missing. Your nine year old self couldn't put your finger on it, but something seemed off about that day. It felt as though you were at someone else's birthday party, like the party wasn't for you.

If wasn't until you got older that you realized that it was true- it wasn't technically your birthday party. It was your birthday- that part it true. However, the party was your father's. It was your father's friends, it was their children. They were never your friends. No one would even notice if you weren't there.

So you left.

By your house was a lake, a peaceful lake where all you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees. That's where you snuck off to that night. That's where you met Mina. She was a wolf- the most beautiful wolf you might ever have seen (the only wolf at that time). Her fur was pure white with specks of gray, and her eyes shimmered in the moonlight. One might've been afraid of her, but you certainly were not. She could tell.

"You come here often, Don't you?" The wolf could speak. For some reason, that didn't scare you either. "From the trees, I notice you come hear to wipe your tears. What's bothering you?"

"I'm alone", you whispered, audibly enough for her to hear. "I don't think I'm supposed to exist. All the signs point against it." You laid in the grass, picking piece to fiddle with. Telling your secrets to a total stranger wasn't the best option. But for you, it was the only option.

"Don't speak such words", she scolded. "Close your eyes. I wanna show you a secret."

You obeyed, shutting your eyes as tight as you could. Out of nowhere, great winds blew and the ground shook.

"Now, open."

She was gone. She vanished, right in front of you. The wolf had vanished, and what replaced it was even more beautiful. Her hair was silver. Her eyes were green. She clothed her self in leaves- fitted like a dress.

"Happy birthday, pup", she smiled. Your eyes began to shed tears. She was the first person to wish you happy birthday- Not even your parents did so.

"T-thank you", you sniffled. "I'm Y/n." She patted your head, the same way your mother once did. It was comforting. Here she was, a total stranger, and she's given you more attention than your mother has in a long time. It entranced you, to the point of laying your head on her

"I know", She sighed. "The nights not going so well, is it?"

You nodded. "When does it ever? I'm nine and feel like I'm an adult- so much I haven't done with so much responsibility."

Daciana was her name, a quite beautiful name. You told her all your fears and she held you close. She comforted you when no one else would.

You will never forgive yourself for what happened to her...

***

The cave was cold, almost icy. Jin wanted to light a fire but Joon was strongly against it. "That'll make us an easy target", he scolded.

Jimin laid flat on his back, having no neck or back support. He thought of you. What are you doing right now? What may you be wearing? He dreamed of the dinner you might be cooking.

Does she even care that we're gone?

Jungkook was trying his best to keep Hobi's fever down, but it continued to rise. Taehyung was in excruciating pain. Yoongi was absolutely delirious and Joon could hardly breathe, choosing the solid ground as the best place to rest.

"Joon, we can't go on like this", Jin begged. It hurt him to see his pack in so much pain. It hurt even more to know the cause of it was his pack alpha.

He heaved, trying to get back on his two feet with no avail. "What else can we do? The minute we think we're safe, we'll will be taken. You know this! Where can we possibly go?"

"Back home", Jimin mumbled, using the last bits of his energy. "I wanna go back home, to Y/n."

"Me too", Kook whispered just audible enough to hear. The rest of the pack agreed, sharing their sentiments- everyone except Namjoon. While everyone whined and groaned, he laughed exasperatedly.

"Are you guys serious? She would've turned us over to the authors the minute she found out who we really are! How many times do I have to tell you this? You cannot trust humans."

Jin was fed up. He was sick, exhausted, and lonely. And he was done following orders.

"What do you think you're doing?" The pack watched Jin as he put Jimin on his back, heading towards the entrance of the cave.

"We're going home, Joon..." Jimin struggled to keep his eyes open, but a smile was plastered on his face. It was hard to miss his excitement, even if it was a little hard for him to express. "Anyone who wants to come can come, but I'm tired of living in fear."

He continued, pointing towards his alpha. "Let me know when you're done too. You know where to find us."

And with that, the six pack member left the dark and empty cave, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

What am I gonna do now? He thought.

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I AM SPINNING I AM PACING I AM FULL ON FROLICKING IM SO EXCITED

@d1sc0rd1a THANK U FOR THESE TAGS

okayokayokayokay so pretty much all of these questions will be Officially Answered properly in the character design/intro pages im working on but also i am physically vibrating with excitement about the fact that you noticed all these details and i have very little self control so! lore dump time!!!

(minor tw for mentions of leos self-harm/self-destructive anxious behaviors and unhealthy coping skills)

- mikey does indeed have curly fur! i believe he would be considered a 'rex' rat (pictured on the left) for this trait? though the curls can be more easily seen on mice (pictured on the right). or, at least it seems that way. have not delved too deeply into the details of rodent genes and husbandry, but id assume its the same sort of mutation considering curly haired mice are also referred to as rex sometimes? either way hes a extra floofy bby 🧡

-as for raphie, unfortunately being more fluff and less shell than the average rapheal comes with its downsides. especially if you and your brothers occasionally encounter things like territorial dogs, hungry cats, or sewer crocodiles while exploring places ur dad said not supposed to go. (most of his scars will have more ninja related stories, but his ear i think got messed up from something very animal. probably around age 11 ish? old enough to sneak out from dads protection but young enough to not fully know how to handle himself alone against real danger. thankfully his ear injury looks worse than it actually is for the most part, as the damage was largely to the outer ear. his hearing wasnt super affected, except that he now has a bit of a harder time being able to track/pinpoint noises origins if its on his right side.)

-also yep! dons got some glasses that just clip/rest on the bridge of his nose! theyre mostly just for home use, as they do fall off if hes knocked around. in the field he has some goggles he tends to use (theyre helpful as they have multiple additional functions like heat-imaging, extra zoom/telescoping, and recording capabilities. but also theyll give him headaches if he wears them for too long without breaks). contacts are theoretically also an option but he absolutely hates the sensation of putting them in. so sometimes when hes tired he'll just not bother with either clips or goggles and just squint and struggle. leo hates when he does that lol.

-speaking of leo, he is def an anxious baby :) he has a few patches of fur missing on his hand cos he has the tendency to tug on it while hes thinking. he yanked and chewed on his own tail a lot when he was younger too, which is why when hes older he usually wears some wraps to cover the scars left from that behavior. he finds those scars specifically to be kinda embarrassing and shameful because they werent from any battle or life-lesson, just his own 'inability to control himself'. all of his brothers have repeatedly called him out on the fact that that is not a healthy way to think about his anxiety or mental health, but leo insists hes fine. hes kinda convinced himself that a proper warrior always has control over his own body* and his own thoughts, thus he should be able to just like willpower-brute-force his way into 'being better'. (this line of thinking pisses raph off so much he has to leave and go hit something)

Splinter also tries to talk him through some of that internalized guilt/shame/everything, but splinters very metaphorical, poetic, and indirect when it comes to talking about Big Things, which combined with how much leo gets caught in his own head, makes it kinda hard to gauge how much these talks actually help

*this is made extra fun considering leos also ftm trans, so he is faced with a body that fundamentally disobeys him perhaps more than the average rat-man.

-and im still going back and forth between a few species for splinter, but im leaning mostly towards an African Spurred Tortoise! they have these beautiful if kinda subtle geometric shell patterns and are the third largest species of tortoise in the world. the only thing that doesnt fit perfectly with Splints is that (allegedly) their lifespan in captivity is around 50ish years, whereas im p sure Tortoise Splinter is well over 75, probably closer to 90 when the boys are born and hes mutated into Old Man Papa.

but maybe hes just a particularly long lasting African Spurred Tortoise.

the Hamato family has taken very good care of him for many decades after all. :)

(well. until everything all fell apart, that is.....)

[yanderes-galore]

IM HERE AGAIN!! Anyways, can you do Yuji with your prompts 23 and 37 with a reader who keeps trying to escape?

I can try, sure! Doing an AU where you knew each other in Jujutsu High but once you graduated and grew older you went on to become advanced Sorcerers. It's unknown if Yuji still has Sukuna or not. Sorry if the plot isn't to your liking, I didn't have a lot to work with since Yuji is so tame on his own.

Yandere! Yuji Itadori Prompts 23 + 37

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Stalking, Isolation, Talks of marriage, Toxic themes, Clingy behavior, Slight starvation (You're choosing not to eat a lot), Implied mind break, Yuji is delusional yet a little lucid, Consensual turned forced relationship.

Yuji Itadori has been your boyfriend since graduation. He had been hopelessly in love with you ever since you two started to dedicate yourselves more to your field and each other. Life's been good in your eyes, especially since Yuji has only ever been getting better when handling himself.

So how did things get so bad?

Nowadays instead of being a happy couple, you're trapped in your apartment. Yuji was adamant when you both graduated to move in together. You both shared the rent and took care of one another.

You didn't mind that...

Until Yuji kept trying to keep you in the apartment.

You wonder what went wrong. Yuji always seemed like such a kind and innocent boyfriend. Always easily excited and clingy with you. It was cute.

You wonder if things began to go wrong when Yuji had brought up marriage.

You still remember when he first brought up the question. You had been dating for around five years when he bounded up to you with a grin on his face. Before you could even ask him what he was so eager about, he held both of your hands tightly.

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

It was cute how excited he sounded when he brought it up. In fact, if you were ready for it you might've even considered it. He looked so happy.

However, as a new graduate, you were too focused on improving as a Sorcerer to consider marriage with your high school sweetheart. Curses still ran rampant even after graduation. So at the time, you were focused on your career.

"I'm sorry, baby..." You had said, your heart nearly breaking at the look of betrayal on your boyfriend's face. "It just doesn't seem safe right now... we both have a career to keep up with."

"R-Right... I understand!" Yuji has responded with a saddened smile, embracing you tightly.

Back then... you thought that was that.

You wanted to consider marriage in the future. You two had been together for a long time now. Although... you just wanted to focus on more important things right now.

However... now six years in... you begin to wonder if you should've just... accepted or called off the relationship entirely.

"Baby..." Yuji frowns softly, looking at you on the bed. In only a year you looked so much different than the graduate you once were. You looked tired and much thinner now. Yuji had been feeding you, but you just... didn't want any food from him.

"Baby, please look at me..." Yuji tries again, inching closer to sit on the bed. He feels guilt creep into him when he sees you curled in on yourself. Part of him knew this was his fault... but hated the idea of acknowledging it.

Recently you've been escaping the apartment a lot. It had started with arguments, you wanting to continue being a Sorcerer while Yuji wanted you to stay at home so he could protect you. But... every couple has their quarrels, no?

That is until Yuji felt he should be more strict. He begged you not to leave, that he was worried about you and wanted you to stay home. At first, you complied and stayed home a few days to soothe your boyfriend's worries.

Then he stopped letting you out.

Each time you left the apartment by sabotaging locks or playing nice, Yuji would chase you down again. For months you kept trying to leave, both the relationship and apartment. Yet Yuji never relented.

In his eyes you are meant to be together...

Delusional just enough to ignore how you feel about the situation.

Right up until you were curled up in your room, refusing to leave because, well, why bother?

Yuji perks up when he sees your body shudder. A breathy noise akin to a sob leaves your mouth, making Yuji's heart clench. He acts fast, throwing himself on the bed and holding out his arms.

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Yuji's words are comforting, as though you're both still loving partners. His embrace feels hot and cagey against your skin. However, you lean in reluctantly.

Did you love him even now?

Yuji is careful to be caring despite all that's happened. He kisses the top of your head lovingly as you sob against him. Hearing you sad makes his grip tighten... a glare thrown towards the wall as he thinks to himself.

He hopes you get better, he really does. He wants to make you his cute little spouse that he can take care of. Although, Yuji is willing to wait until you're feeling... better before bringing it up again.

"Love you so much it hurts...." Yuji murmurs, squeezing you affectionately as he nuzzles into your hair. You say nothing, which is expected, you did recently go against his house rules again.

But... that's okay! Yuji is aware of how determined you are. He just... needs to be patient and protect you like he always has been.

You may be upset now... yet he knows that will change. With a little more waiting... you two can be happy again! When another sob rocks your body, Yuji just holds you tighter... oblivious to how crushing his embrace is.

Partners must stick by one another, right?

He'll stick by you until you're better... then you two can go back to normal and maybe even get engaged!

He's already picked out the ring....

[ewanmitchellconnoisseur]

𝑨𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚 (Final) 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

A/N: ...i'm sorry...🥲

Summary: The death of Luke takes it toll.

TW: Grief, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide,

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Word Count: 2.5k (Not proofread, we die like men 🫡Im also just too tired I'll do it eventually🤣)

Quiet.

It was so quiet.

He waited. Aemond stood at the foot of your bed waiting...he knew by the look in your eyes that you somehow knew what happened.

He waits for some sort of reaction. For you to scream or hit him. Something...anything. Your silence deafining feeling heavy on his eardrums. Giving his brain room to think and go over what happened.

He silently begs for you to say something. To snap him out of his thoughts, to help get the images out of his head. He can't bare it. Any of it. He can see the anger that creeps on to your face, the pain that is starting to bloom in your heart. Can he survive you hating him? You not loving him knowing what he has done?

What has he done?

He's not sure how long you both stay in that silence. He knows once the first words are spoken its gone forever.

Finally willing himself to speak he takes a deep breath, licking his lip.

"...Iksan vaoreznuni."[I'm sorry] That is all he says, all he can say. What else is there really for him to tell you? He killed your brother. The war has started and you are trapped here. If you weren't a prisonner before you sure are one now.

"Get out..." that is all you can bring yourself to say, and he needs to hear. Despite everything in him willing himself to stay, to fight it out with you in hopes you would forgive him by the end. He knows that ending is unlikely. He's gone and ruined everything between the two of you and for what? Revenge?

He turns and leaves your chambers, his footsteps not making a sound. Aemond would not return to his chambers that night but instead would spend his time until the morning drinking his fill. Trying to push the face of Lucerys Velaryon out of his mind. Guilt eating him alive.

He sat on the ground in the old chambers of the boy he killed.

His face painted his memory. The last look Luke had before he was torn to shreds by Vhagar...by him.

He had not meant to kill Luke. He only wished to scare him, to envoke the same fear Aemond had felt when Luke took his eye. When he was ganged up on by 4 children, his family. Aemond only ever wanted to be one of them. To train his dragon alongside his nephews and brother. But instead he was mocked and ridiculed for not having one.

He watched his father dote on his sister and nephews and ignore the family he had wanted. The sons he wanted. Though Aemond disliked his older brother he knew that the balme for the way Aegon turned out was his father's.

He chose to take another wife. It was his choice to sleep with his mother, a mere child at the time and plant his seed in her. He wanted to a boy to carry on his name and when he got one he casted them to the side and named Rhaenyra heir and "his only child.".

How was Aemond to feel? How could he not feel resentment. Nobody was here for him. Nobody breathed for him or walked this earth in his name. He had no one.

Luke had everything he had ever wanted. Love.

Hollow. That was the only way to describe how you felt. The void the death of your brother caused was not one that could easily be filled.

Morning came and you remained in the same spot Aemond had left you in. You ignored your handmaids as they came to prepare you for the day. You ignored the sounds coming from outside your window.

Your heart hurt, your chest was heavy. Lucerys was gone. He was dead. Your poor mother...and here you were. Of no use.

Tears pricked your eyes once more. You begged them not too fall. You could not bare crying again.

Your servants returned once again. Leaving a tray of food. They begged you to let them get your washed and dressed but their pleas fell on deaf ears.

You thought of every moment you ever shared with Luke. He was a sweet boy. He was your brother. The tears that fell burned your cheeks. That hole in your heart grew ever so slightly.

Your sobs filled your room.

You remained in that spot for the entirety of the day. Tears no longer falling, your stomach empty and throat dry.

You do not remember when Alicent had come in. You do not remember her giving her condolences or trying to convince you to eat.

You didn't see Aegon smirking behind his mother next to his grandfather.

You do however remember the gentle touch of Helaena. She sat next to your her hand on yours. She was never one for touch. But even she knew you needed it.

You were in an ocean of your own emotions. Sorrow. Pain. Loss. Grief. Agony. It was pure agony.

How could you go on? You feel the love still in your heart when you think of Aemond. You were digusted by it. You still loved him even after what he had done. All while you hated him.

You hated what he has done not just to look but to the two of you. How could you both move on now? How could you marry your brother's killer. The chance at happiness, the chance at the life you always dreamed of having with him were gone.

There was anguish in your throat, all the way up to your chest.

How could you save this? How could you reverse what he has done?

You do not know when you stood up. You don't remeber slipping on your robes and your shoes.

When had it gotten so dark outside?

You opened your chamber doors. Your emotions controlling your feet as you walked towards the chambers accorss from yours. The hallway empty and quiet. Where were the guards?

You opened the doors and stepped inside. You looked around everything where it was the last time Luke was here. You walked over to a chest near the fireplace and opened it. All of his toys sat inside. His drawings, his memories...but he was not here.

He was in the water...you had to get him back...he was calling you to come and get him.

You returned back to your chambers and found a quill and paper. Your final words. You wrote three letters. One for Aemond, one for your mother and one for Jace. You got dressed quickly in your riding clothes with an added black cloak.

You left the letter for Aemond on your bed.

You opened the door again and peered out. The guards still not there you walked over to a different room. Your mother's. You knew of the passages inside it. You had listened to many stories of her escapades. You left her and Daemon's letters in here. You knew they would eventually come and would find them.

Your body moved on its own. Every twist and turn. You did your best to move slowly and cautiously. As one turn brought you down another hall you heard a footstep.

Halting all movements you looked ahead. Narrowing your eyes wondering what it was. You prayed its was a rat or some sort of animal.

You see another person turn the hall. But who it is does not send you running. Helaena looks at you shocked.

What is she doing here?

She does not say anything but lowers the hood of her own cloak and walks up to you. You don't get the chance to say anything before she pulls you into a deep hug.

She knows. Of course she knows. She must have seen it and came to say goodbye. Helaena wouldn't stop you. She loved you too much to keep you here nor to alert anyone of your escape.

With a final kiss on your cheek she walks past you and makes her own way down the passages.

It took you a while to locate Vermithor but you managed. He was excited to see you but could feel the pain you felt.

You got settled onto his back and rubbed his scaly back gently. You knew where you had to go. Where you wanted to be.

The flight was smooth but long. The sun had finally rised. You knew it wouldn't be long before the castle would notcie your dissapearence. As you finally arrived you spotted something on the beach. Something dark and large. You landed near it and as you got close your heart only broke more.

Arrax's bloody wing was nestled on the sand. For what felt like the millionth time you cried. Touching the wing gently. Evidence of the crim that took place only a day ago.

Luke was here...you could feel it.

You sit on the beach, enjoying a last moment of peace.

It is quickly broken as you hear the screech of a dragon. You look up to see the giant body of vhagar approaching.

"Don't be afraid." You turn your head back in front of you in shock. Luverys stands there. His clothes drenched. "It will be alright."

He turns around and begins walking into the water. You could hear Vhagar getting closer and Aemond calling your name.

Wasting no time you follow after Luke. Your shoes pooling with water. Aemond's only gets louder as he finally lands and rushes to get unbuckles to get to you.

Panic sets into his chest as he watches you get deeper in the water.

He finally manages to get out of the straps and climbs down vhagar. He kept his eye trained on you still screaming after you as you got deeper in the water.

You had not learned how to swim. It was not a skill you needed.

But you did not fight it. You did not fight it when water pooled in your lungs. You did not regret the choice. It felt warm and right. You opened your eyes. The dark water surrounding you as you sinked deeper and deeper into its depths.

Far down below you, you could see it. You could see Luke. He was looking at you with a smile. This was right. This was what you needed. Peace.

As quickly as the Dance of Dragons started it ended. When word of your death reached the ears of Daemon there was no stopping him. He had already sent blood and cheese to avenge Luke. But now. Now he had to avenge you. His daughter.

Your mother lost any hopes of this being a peaceful war. Of their being no bloodshed. She had already lost two of her children through no decision of her own. The Greens had started this and The Blacks would end it in red.

Daemon gathered everyone he could. Whoever could ride a dragon did. Dragonseeds were located and were quickly taught to claim and dragon. Though some died in failed attempts enough suceeded. There would be no waiting. And when word reached of Aegon's party he threw in honour Aemond for killing Luke and starting the war it only made him happier for the pain Aegon would soon feel.

It was easier then they thought it would be. The amount of dragons no match for theirs. The most shocking part? Vhagar and Aemond were nowhere to be found.

The Blacks seized the castle by nightfall. By the morning Rhaenyra took her place on the throne, her fathers crown nestled on her head. Daemon had found your letters and both him, Rhaenyra and Jace read them and by the end their eyes filled with tears. Though against Daemon's judgement Rhaenyra spared Helaena. Though it would do no good. Helaena already wracked with grief would later that day throw herself from Maegor's Holdfast and die on its spikes.

Alicent would die begging her old friend. Claiming she still loved her and that she regrets her choices. Saying she had no other choice and that she only did what was expected of her.

The word Dracarys would be said three times that day. Alicent, Aegon and Otto were all sentenced to die. Rhaenyra would not kill a child though. She could not bring it in her to kill Maegor or Jahaera, the two had already suffered losing their brother. She would raise them as her own.

It wouldn't be until a week after her official crowning that word of Aemond and Vhagar were to delivered to her and her family during their meal. They were all on edge assuming the prince would be coming to burn them inside the castle.

But were shocked when they were told where he was.

Aemond had throw himself into the waters of Storm's End. He had tried to stay alive, hoping he could do good by yoru memory but it was all to much. The death of luke and now you had taken its toll. And all he wanted was to be with you.

The memory of him desperately trying to find you in the water. Trying to swim down but the instinct of survival making him swim back up. He repeated the process over and over until he simply laid on the sand.

He knew the blacks would be coming for his family now. And honestly? He could not bring himself to care. What had his family ever done for him. You were all he ever wanted and needed and he couldn't see that. There was never a need for revenge cause he had already won. He had you. You would've been married to him, spent the rest of your life with him.

How could he not see that victory? It was an easy choice. He could stay and die alongside his family or die where you were. So that's what he did, he joined you in the cold salty waters and felt the same warm embrace you did.

He had left a letter of his own. For his big sister Rhaenyra. Her hands were shaky as she opened the letter, the eyes of her family on her. Her eyebrows furred together as she began reading Her eyes pricked with tears and a sob escaped her lips as she read the first line.

"To Queen Rhaenyra."

The letter detailed how sorry Aemond was. For what he had done. He begged her forgiveness for the death of both Luke and you. He blamed himself for it all and wanted her to know he never meant for it. Rhaenyra would quietly thank her brother and prayed to the Gods that he was at peace now.

Rhaenyra was named the "The Black Queen." but also "The Merciless.". She would sit the Iron Throne and Jace after her. She would never be the same though, happiness never rteurned to her as she would dream of her two beautiful children every day.

Surrounded by clouds light and warmth. You watch. You watch your family continue on, to build, to heal. You watch with a smile.

On one side of you your brother's hand in yours as he shares the same smile. And Aemond's arms wrapped around your waist on your other side. This was peace. And you didn't regret it, not for a moment.

You were no longer in agony.

A/N: Finally finished!! I hope it wasn't shit to yall but i cried while writing this. Recently re read "Smoke, Fire and Ash" by @asumofwords and it made my cry and put me in this mood.

To be honest I always imagined reader dying in this. I just had different ways. One was her offing herself after Aemond dies above God's eye. The next option was Aemond killing her himself while drunk and blinded by pain then he would off himself when he woke up. And lastly was both of them dying together, sharing a final moment before commanding their dragons to kill them.

I did not imagine them having a happy ending. Ecspecially since reader was alwyas conflicted about her family. She did not know what side to be on, and the death of Luke would only make her more confused. So it was easier for her to just not be anything at all.

Anywho. That's it! I hope y'all enjoyed this. I do plan on writing a full Aemond x reader series but i gotta plan it out properly!

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*Bold means I could not tag you.

[hee-cherish]

provider - l.hs

pairings : husband!heeseung x wife!reader

words count : 2k+

genre : fluff, slight angst (?), slight humor (ive tried 😔)

warning(s) : mentions of burnt out, pet names (darling, honey, baby), heeseung doesn't want her wife to work high salary job (there's a reason), mentions of another woman (only once and not cheating at all), heeseung being head over heels (or loser hee? idk), if there's anything else please let me know!

note(s) :

1. this is my first time writing after for soooo long 😭 so, im sorry if there's any mistakes in my writing. and english is not my first language, so i apologize in advance if there's any grammar error and so on.

2. the characters are only in the story and does not implies how they are in real life.

3. this is in 3rd pov but i hope you enjoy!! 🫂

“baby?” he calls out to his wife after getting back from his work as an office worker. but, he met with silence.

“y/n? honey, i brought your favorite ramen like promised! where are you?” he calls out once again. but still, he met with silence.

heeseung furrows his eyebrows. “where is she? if she's going out, she will inform me first.” he says to himself as he tries to figure out where she is.

suddenly, there's a pair of palms, gently covering his eyes from behind. but, he didn't panic because he could recognize the scent. the scent of vanilla with sakura — his wife's scent.

“darling, i’ve been searching for you~” he says, not knowing his wife is pouting behind him.

“how do you know it was me~?” she lets go, letting him see his surroundings again before she walks in front of him.

heeseung chuckles as he taps his wife's nose gently, “if i don't recognize your scent, then maybe i shouldn't be the best husband in the world.” he teased, making her laugh softly and playfully rolling her eyes.

“okay. fair enough.” she pulls his hand gently towards the dining table. “i've prepared something for you.” she says before both of them finally arrived at the dining table, making him shocked.

three small candlelights standing in the middle of the dining table. a plate and cutlery set is on the table along with the small napkin. just like an expensive restaurant.

there's also his favorite food — ramen, steaks, and a bento chocolate cake that has “im proud of you, my dearest. i love you always!” written on it.

“what-.. baby, what is this?” he asked in surprise as he put down the ramen he bought for her on the dining table.

she wraps her arms around his waist as she smiles softly, “i know you're feeling burnt out these days, darling. i can see it in your eyes. i could hear you sniffling and silent cries when you thought i was sleeping. i heard all your mumblings, how tired you are with your work, how tired you are with the environment,” she says before she strokes his hair softly.

it was true. he's feeling the weight of his work getting heavier and heavier. the workplace environment doesn't help lessen the burden as he needs to face the rude and harsh comments about him. his boss also makes him work overtime most of the time but still gets less payment compared to other workers. the reason? he's still young and the workers who're older than him need the money even more than him because older people have lots more commitment.

there are times he considers giving up and finding another job but he is scared. not because he's scared he won't get another job. but he's scared the workers there would mock him, making sarcastic comments about him leaving the place. he tries to hide it from his wife. he tries to downplay it, trying to act fine. but he's married to someone who can observe people easily, especially her own husband, him.

also, he doesn't want his wife working her ass off to provide for both of them. even worse, he doesn't want his wife to get a higher salary job. not because he was afraid he would fail or he would get jealous. no. he doesn't even give a damn about it. in fact, he would be very proud to show he has an intelligent and hardworking woman. he would be proud to have such a strong woman. but, because he would feel guilty. he doesn't want to let her feel what he's feeling right now, the experience of the burnt out feeling of working so hard until it feels draining.

and also, he got raised to be a man who needs to provide for his loved one. his father taught him to not let a woman provide for a man. since his father said “woman is not a man in the relationship”. he doesn't want people to talk to her, saying she provides for both of them and saying he's useless, lazy, or anything. he doesn't want his wife to feel the burden of that talk on her shoulder. he would feel guilty if his wife works and provide for both of them. no, he doesn't want that. he wants to be the provider.

but, she makes her own money, though. as a freelancer, selling something online, or translating some documents or research papers. he doesn't mind it at all. in fact, he's actually so proud of her because those jobs are not easy even if it's flexible for her since she doesn't have to work all the time. she makes enough income for her to buy something online. even the small simple gifts from her buying online — such as a bracelet that cost less than $4 that would rust easily. that thing alone still would make him the happiest and he treasures it deeply until he keeps it in a safe place in the drawer after it becomes rusty.

“i know how tired you are, heeseung.” his wife says as she smiles. “i know how exhausted you are. i know how the workplace plays with your mind, treats you like you have the strongest mentality because you're the youngest worker there when in fact sometimes you can be fragile. but let me tell you, baby. i am so so proud of you. so so proud of you for holding on until now and so so proud to have such a really strong husband.” his wife caresses his eyebrows gently.

“thank you for everything. thank you for the monthly allowance you give me. thank you for staying strong. thank you for working so hard to provide for both of us. thank you so much for being the best husband who never stops giving love to me despite having a tough day at work. thank you for always trying to make up the arguments with calmness since you know how stubborn i am." she continues while caressing his eyebrows.

“and, whatever decision you make, whether you want to find another job, or you want to stay in that workplace — whatever it is, remember; i will always love you and support you. i will always cheer on you.” his wife pecks his lips softly before she pulls him into a hug. “i love you, lee heeseung. thank you.”

heeseung is still trying to process her words but slowly the realization hits. he slowly wraps his arms around his waist and buries his face on his neck. then, a shaky sob escapes from his lips. the weight of his burden finally hits and now he finally lets it go since he knows he has someone who is always proud of him and be there for him.

his wife.

heeseung continues to sob, “baby, i would've given up if it wasn't for you. i would've given up if you're not in my mind, thinking about you waiting for me to come home with a smile and a comforting hug. i-i would've given up if the thought of you happy and comfortable doesn't cross in my mind all day.” he says between his sobs. "all i want is for you to be happy and comfortable."

“thank you for being the reason i stayed, y/n. thank you for being the reason i wanted to come home. thank you for being my backbone and comforting me. even.. even i didn't tell you, you know me too well. thank you for staying with me. i..i love you so so much.” he confessed between his sobs as he hugged her tightly.

his wife smiles gently as she pats his back. “i will always stay with you. through thick and thin. you also treated me very well. respects me as your wife, treats me like i'm the queen in this marriage. of course a man like you deserved to be treated right too.” she pulls away slightly to look up at his face and wipes his tears. “i told you. you treat me like a queen full of genuine love and care, i will treat you as a king who deserves genuine love and care. i promised, right?”

heeseung nods as he reaches for her hand and brings her knuckles to his trembling lips before he leaves a gentle kiss on it, not breaking any eye contact with her. "d..do you feel.. happy and comfortable?" he asks in a trembling tone.

his wife smiles softly as she also brings his hand that holds hers to her lips and kisses his knuckles softly. "never felt so happy in my life, honey. i have a great husband who treats me with care and love, and i have a house to live comfortably with my dearest husband even if it's not big like others." she wipes his tears gently and strokes his cheek as she reassures him.

“it's okay to be vulnerable in front of me, honey. i’m not going to leave you just because you have burnt out. you're my husband and i’m your wife. okay?” she says gently before he nods, hiccuping slightly.

“i love you.” he repeats again with slight shaky tone from crying, making her laugh softly. “i love you too, my darling.”

maybe. just maybe, he can be a provider until he feels burnt out. he can be a provider until he feels like he nearly goes crazy.

but, his wife can provide comfort for him, a comfort that he won't trade with anyone or anything. his wife gives him the best definition of ‘home sweet home’. she brings comfort like how home is the comfort place for people. even though his life at the workplace is like a darkness he can't escape, he knows once he's back in her embrace, it felt like things are okay again and he can lives without thinking about stress from his job and his workplace.

maybe his wife can be a provider sometimes. well, only in this matters.

then, he suddenly remembered things she said earlier. “you said whatever decision i make, you will support me right?” she nods before realizing something and her face turns to a slight frown.

“no other woman, heeseung. i will lock you in the bedroom, and let you stare at the ceilings if you ever asked me to have a mistress." heeseung widens his eyes before he pulls away.

“n-no! honey, no! i-i actually wanted to ask if i can be a streamer once i quit that job.” he says with his cheeks reddened. how could she think like that? ever since he was with her, he only glances at women when he wants to know which woman knocks on the door at his office, which woman cuts his line when he rushes to see you, or which woman is actually making noise with gossiping and laughing like they own the workplace.

his words earlier made her realize and her cheeks also slightly reddened in embarrassment. “o-oh. right.. you love.. games..” she says in real realization, remembering he's actually someone who's shy with women. or more like doesn't give a damn about women except her. well, she noticed this back when they were together since freshman year at college they attended. while most good-looking guys like him flirt around, he doesn't. he’d rather stay with her at the apartment, watching any Pokemon series and eating ramen. truthfully, he's just… awkward.. with women.

let's say that, if he gets to be alone with the girls in one room, rather than talking or making a full conversation with them, he would be sleeping, playing games on his phone or eating ramen alone at the corner of the room while staring at nowhere, thinking about life or thinking about her until he grins and giggles to himself while eating.

even her friends thought she bullied him or blackmailed him because of how attached he was back then at freshman year and how he didn't even look at them. but, the truth is, it's not. not at all. he’s still attached to her now but he also talked a few words with her friends when they were the bridesmaids before! maybe a few exchange questions. that's an achievement.. right?

“so you really love y/n, huh?”

“yes.”

“congratulations on marrying my friend, bro. take care of her.”

“i will. thanks. congrats on being the bridesmaids… by the way, y/n is so beautiful. i want to marry her again.”

“oh that's… so sudden.. yeah..”

she silently sighs as she remembers the awkward conversations between her husband and her friends and how awkward he is with women. she then lifts up her head and looks at him. “you really want to be a streamer? you really want to quit that job?” she asks him for confirmation.

heeseung nods eagerly before he wipes his tears away. “mhm! can i actually be a gaming streamer and show my gaming skills? like, doing live streams, random q&a, room tours or anything? but mostly gaming.” he says with full anticipation in his eyes that now looks like a deer like pleading eyes, hoping his wife would agree. “i can show them i have a beautiful wife too! please, y/n?”

“okay, okay!” she says while grinning slightly before she chuckles. “as long as you're happy. but first, you need to gain followers. it's not easy to do that. maybe you need to stay with that current job of yours first because we don't know how much income for the first time live streaming gives you. and, we don't know how long you need to wait to gain loooooooots of subscribers.”

she smiles at him before she continues, “but i will always be by your side, yeah?” she says before she pecks the button of his nose gently. heeseung swears his eyes literally shooting love for her right now before he nods.

“yeah. thanks, darling. i love you.” she chuckles before she pats his cheek. “i love you too, heeseung.” she replies. he swears he never failed to feel like he's on cloud nine when she says the three words.

“did i already say i love you to you?” he blurts out, making her laugh and she nods.

“yes, and i love you too.” she replies again, making him grins like a lovesick guy.

“i don't think i would get bored with that.”

soooo my first story here! 🫠 its not the best but for now, it was an achievement for me as someone who doesn't write for soooo long 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 (doesn't help that i have massive writers block too 😞)

comment, reblog and like would be sooo appreciated 🫂❤️ thank you!

[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 18

A/N: Rhaenys is rolling in her grave(ashes) this is easily my fav chapter, and I think it shows!! Aemond and Rhaella matching each others freak>>>

TW: Slight violence, sexual happenings(nothing too explicit), Rhaella is a top by nature, drugging??? yah rhaella is a freakazoid as usual!!

This is horribly unedited sorry im tired LONG ASS CHAPTER GET COMFY

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan, slight Jace, slight Addam, original charecter

read the last chapter here!

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

Astris had led her to the doors of the brothel, assuring that she would stand guard from the outside. She had not yet entered, however the smells of perfume had already reached her nose.

Admittedly, Rhaella had not planned this far. What would she even ask when she finally laid eyes on the woman?

Briefly, she felt for her dagger, still in its place. It would be hard to kill in a small space such as this, but not impossible.

Upon entering, the sounds of laughter and moans filled her ears. It was an unsightly scene, causing her face to heat up.

Averting her eyes to the floor,she made her way to the front counter. Although her hair was covered,Rhaella highly doubted anyone here would know her from eyes alone.

"Are you lost,girl?" A woman said to her. Rhaella looked at her for a moment before averting her eyes to one of the dancers. A silver golden -haired girl holding fabric fans over her naked body.

A pretty girl by all accounts,Rhaella found it particularly hard to look away.

"I'd like to see Madame Sylvie," Rhaella said, placing some coins on the table.

The woman looked at her, as if assessing her looks.

"If it is work you are looking for,you could stand to do better." The woman said,taking a hand to Rhaella's face,causing her to lean back for fear of her hair being discovered.

"It's not for work." Rhaella stated bluntly. The woman raised a brow,taking her hand away.

"So you are one of those?" She said,gesturing for Rhaella to follow. "Coin is coin I suppose."

Rhaella followed the woman through the sea of naked people doing less than savory things. It was not as if she was a maiden,but her experience paled in comparison to the things her eyes laid upon.

"Sylvie?" The woman pulled the curtain back,"There's a client for you."

Rhaella was left alone, staring at this woman--Sylvie. She was certainly older,much more than Aemond,but not ugly. Her maturity was brought out in a bawdy figure with long brown hair.

Disappointment panged inside of Rhaella--She had hoped the woman was ugly.

"I must admit." Sylvie began,a curious smile on her face. "I never bedded a girl before."

Rhaella did not respond, opting to remain stiff in place. Any sentence she thought about voicing died in her throat. 

"Well don't be shy, come." Sylvie patted the spot next to her on the bed.

A bed Aemond had likely laid in many a time. Jealousy found itself in her again.

"You'd enjoy it more, I think." Rhaella finally spoke, sitting on the bed with a notable distance.

"Girls are much softer," Rhaella continued. She removed her cloak completely,revealing her long silver braids.

"I fear that is not me, however." She pulled her dagger out, pointing it at Sylvie.

Rhaella greatly relished the look of fear on the woman's face. Many an idea ran through the girl's head,but she chose restraint instead.

"You scream and I shall cut your throat," Rhaella said.

Sylvie’s mouth closed,still in shock. Her silence was welcome to Rhaella–She needed to clear her mind.

“I am told the prince visits you often.” Rhaella said again,absentmindedly twirling her dagger–As he would.

“You think I am privy to his doings?” Sylvie said,keeping her eye on the knife.

Rhaella stared at her blankly. Somehow,she couldnt be so sure as to why–She knew he likely told her something that could prove to be useful.

“I know you are.” Rhaella decided. “So you shall tell me everything.”

“Did Queen Rhaenyra send you?” Sylvie questioned. Rhaella felt her patience dwindle by the second.

“I am here out of my own volition.” 

“Ah.” Sylvie said. “So it is personal.”

Rhaella’s eye twitched. She was not being taken seriously.

Lunging forward,Rhaella pinned Sylvie’s body harshly onto the bed.She brought the dagger to her neck,holding it there.

“I am Rhaella of House Targaryen,daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen.” Her tone was riddled with vexation although it hardly raised above a calm whisper.  “And I find myself with little patience for a wench's games.

Sylvie���s breath quickened as her eyes widened,gazing into Rhaella’s darkened purple ones.

‘This girl is a monster’ She thought,knowing better than to voice it.

“So you are.” Sylvie’s voice stuttered out. “Apologies,my lady.”

Rhaella allowed her to sit up,still gripping her dagger harshly.

“What does he tell you?” Rhaella asked again. Sylvie’s eyes briefly darted to the closed curtain,but dared not to move.

“He laments,mostly.” Sylvie recounts,after a while. 

“What of?” Rhaella asks,though she nearly regrets it.

“His brushes with death,how your father tried to have him killed.”

Rhaella knew this much,she was there when Rhaenyra asked for it to be done.

“And?” Annoyance tinged in Rhaella’s voice.

“He thinks your father fears him.” Sylvie said.

Rhaella scoffed,nearly laughing. What a pathetic display.

“Aemond is a child,it is Vhagar that’s feared.” She responded.

“And yet,you've come to me for information against him.” Sylvie retorted.

It was a truth Rhaella was forced to swallow. In all actuality,this woman was simply paid for her service.

However,Rhaella did not care.

“I had hoped for something of sustenance,not the whimpers of a boy.” Rhaella spit out.

Her time was being wasted,time that could've been spent sneaking into the red keep.

“He mentioned that he burnt his brother during the battle.” Sylvie said suddenly.

Rhaella blinked. Sure Aemond seemed particularly insatiable for power,not shirking to terrify the realm. But he was loyal–Whatever twisted loyalty he had.

But to hurt Aegon? Is that not the very person who he was fighting for? 

“That is..” Rhaella trailed off. “That is a lie.”

“You wield a dagger to my throat.” Sylvie stated. “It is he who said it,I do not lie.”

Rhaella stood abruptly,pacing around the room. She did not know Aemond as well as she initially thought. 

If he was willing to kill his own brother just for a chance to sit the throne…

What could he do to her?

Strategies came to and from Rhaella’s mind. But one in particular shined.

Aemond would never expect it,certainly not from her.

“Thank you for your time.” Rhaella said briskly,turning to leave.

“He talked about you,briefly.” Sylvie called out,forcing Rhaella to pause.

“What?” Aemond spoke of her to this whore? Perhaps to make fun of her,to talk about her lack of experience and how quick she was to sully herself.

“From when the two of you were children,I think.” Sylvie mused,recalling the memory wistfully.

Rhaella did not move,for it would be to kill this wretched woman.

“How he described you,a quiet little thing that always knew what to say”

When Sylvie was sure Rhaella wouldn’t move,she continued.

“He cares for you a lot,if it's any consultation.” Sylvie finished.

But no,it was not a consultation. In fact,it was the very last thing she wanted to hear. How could he break her resolve so easily? Aemond wasn't even present and she felt her heart grow heavy.

She wished to rip it from her chest.He had killed her grandmother with no care,chased her sister through the skies and actively blocked the queen from her throne.

Wasn’t it enough? For her to hate him?

Aemond debilitated Rhaella in ways she could not comprehend.

Rhaella said nothing else,walking out. She ignored the girls and the front woman.

She ignored Astris who was still there waiting for her.

“My lady?” She called out,hurrying to keep to Rhaella’s side. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Rhaella shook her head. 

Astris was mildly concerned at her state. Whatever Sylvie told her had caused some obvious strife. Perhaps she described in detail what Aemond gets up to with her.

“Would you like me to kill her?” Astris suggested. Not as if she had any love for the woman.

“Which tunnel in Maegor’s holdfast leads to his chamber.” Rhaella said,voice distant. She couldn't bear to speak his name at the moment.

“The left but-.” Rhaella had already begun walking in the castle's direction.

“It is dangerous,he may hurt you!”

“Perhaps.” Rhaella said. 

Maybe Aemond would have her hung in the outer courts,daring anyone to try him again. 

But she needed to know the state of his mind. They had left with many things untalked of.

If she could just witness it,perhaps it would give her push to move on and fight this war earnestly.

Rhaella stood just outside of the tunnel,staring into the stark darkness. Somehow,the possibility of her death did little to deter her from what she planned to do.

“How much of that concoction does he need to ingest?” Rhaella asked. Astris’s mouth pressed into a thin line of worry,yet she answered anyway.

“For him to sleep through the night,only half.” Astris said. Rhaella hummed.

She would ensure Aemond missed the riots all together. The matter of how remained in the air however.

“My lady..” Astris knew she could do little to change Rhaella’s mind. 

“If I do not return to our original meeting point,do not linger here.” Rhaella breathed out calmly “Return to Dragonstone at once.”

She did not wait for Astris to respond as she entered Maegor’s tunnels. Rhaella vaguely remembered her way around,from before. The silence was deafening but serene,Rhaella at this moment had no fear.

When she thought she’d arrived at the right spot,Rhaella carefully drew her dagger walking up the staircase. If Aemond was in his chamber,he would not see her immediately. Rhaella figured she was quicker than him,should she need to escape.

Pushing through the hidden door,Rhaella found herself inside Aemonds room–And he was nowhere to be found.

She knew it was incredibly stupid,to linger around like this,but she couldn't help it. His chamber was obnoxiously large,as was his bed. Rhaella walked near the sitting area in the middle of the room. Maps and plans were splayed out on the table,as well as coins.

Crouching down,her hands traced over them. It looked like he was planning something,although she couldn't quite make out what.

Near them,stood a pitcher and some wine cups,one being slightly filled. A smile litted onto Rhaella’s face. Taking the vile,she poured the liquid fully into the pitcher,shaking it around for good measure.

When she was satisfied,Rhaella stood to her feet. Aemond would drink from the pitcher,hopefully this night–Allowing the queen rhaenya’s plan to go smoothly.

The sound of footsteps caused Rhaella to jump,reaching for her dagger. While Rhaella was already in a rather daring position,she was no fool.

Quickly and silently,Rhaella hid behind one of the large dressers near the wall. She saw a flash of white hair and it took everything in her power to not flee at once.

She heard Aemond sigh,taking off his gloves and placing his sword onto the table. Her eyes narrowed,trying to see as best she could.

Was that Blackfyre? He was shameless.

Rhaella’s legs began to cramp from her position,she needed to move. Aemond turned away,beginning to unbutton his coat.

Rhaella stood again,carefully removing herself from the hiding spot. There was no conceivable way she could leave without him spotting her so…

“Do not move.” Rhaella spoke first,lifting her knife into the air. Aemond froze at the sound of her voice. Surely he had gone mad,what was she doing in here?

But when he turned to face her,it was undeniable. Rhaella’s eyes were slightly darker from when he had last seen them. It was still her,coming back to him despite everything.

“Mittys iksā.” Aemond said before he could stop himself. ‘You’re an idiot’

Rhaella’s gaze bore into his own,hauntingly. “And you are unprotected.”

They watched each other carefully,not daring to move any closer. Aemond was sure he could overpower her quite easily–And yet he found himself unwilling to take the chance.

Aemond glanced at his sword,then back to Rhaella. “How did you get past the kingsguard?”

Taking a small step forwards,Rhaella raised her dagger higher,scoffing.

“Your kingsguard are shit,but I'm sure you know that.”

Aemond’s lips formed into a small smile. The rage in Rhaella’s eyes did little to deter him;Oh how he missed those violet gems,harsh like any fine stone. He took a step to her,noticing how she made no move.

“I’ve missed you.” Aemond said. He ate away at how her body shivered in response to his words,like basic instinct. 

“Have you?” Rhaella spoke flatly,careful to hide the whirlwind of emotions that stirred inside. How dare he stand there,words like honey on his lips—And she longed for the words anyhow.

Aemond blinked with an unabashed softness,taking in her form. 

“Or rather,you've been busy making a name for yourself.” Rhaella spit out venomously. 

“I’ve only done what is necessary for the preservation of my house.” Aemond responded,although his voice wavered slightly. It had not been so long,and here she was doing it again,reading into him in a way only she could.

“Necessary?” Rhaella hissed. “Is that what you call slaughtering my grandmother?”

“She was a traitor to the realm,I acted accordingly.” Aemond replied coolly.

Rhaella’s grip tightened inhumanly. If she was swift enough,his throat could be slashed in an instant. But she found herself unable to move.

“And Aegon?” Rhaella said. “Was he another piece to rid yourself of?”

Aemond’s head snapped to her,glaring. “What do you speak of?”

He had forgotten the fact–Rhaella always seemed to know everything,how it had been.

“Should I say congratulations,Kinslayer?” Rhaella piled on,making no attempt to hide her fury.

“Oh,my apologies,I meant Prince Regent.”

Aemond’s temper instantly flared. She knew nothing of the turmoil he had gone through to get here. Standing alone against the enemy,securing allies for his house. Rhaella could not know the countless nights of sleep lost to her,thinking about having her by his side.

She was equal parts calming him and fanning the flames of his troubles.

“Is that what you’ve come here to do?” Aemond watched her carefully,almost enamored. “To kill me and take revenge?”

Rhaella did not grace him with an answer–The truth of the matter,in all the many lifetimes that could be,she could never raise her hand against him,obsession kept her chained to the pits of their shared misery.

When met with silence,Aemond’s smirk deepened.

“You’ve aided in usurping my stepmother’s throne,an act deserving of death.” Rhaella stated,hoping her voice did little to give away her invisible resolve.

Aemond scoffed in near disbelief. “Do not do that.” He said. “Not with me.”

Rhaella’s brain buzzed with hesitation. At the slight misstep,Aemond lunged at her briskly. 

She struggled against his burdening hold,although she did not scream. Rhaella thrashed wildly to no avail–Aemond was stronger. For a moment,Rhaella felt a single cold drop of fear in her heart. Would he send for a guard and kill her?

Aemond harshly shoved her chest to the wall,wrapping her hands with an uncomfortable grip.The flesh of his hands practically burnt her,it was only then Rhaella was able to form a single clear thought.

She did not come here for revenge,rather to seek out the horribly tainted love only Aemond could give her.

Only him. No one else. 

When Rhaella allowed her knife to fall,Aemond knew he’d won. He leaned further into her with little care for how she felt.

“I don’t care about Rhaenyra or her fucking bastards climbing for something they think is theirs.” Aemond spoke lowly into Rhaella’s ear as she continued to squirm.

“And.” Aemond adds,his soft breath gently blowing the loose strands of her hair.

“I truly think that you do not care either.”

Rhaella’s foot moved to kick Aemond harshly in his knee,causing his grip to loosen just enough for her to get away,but not too far.

When Aemond recovered,he was met with a fiery slap delivered by Rhaella’s hand.

“Do not presume to grab me in such a manner.” Rhaella said. Her chest heaved slightly and the slow trickles of desire invaded her blood.

Aemond felt it too,the smug smile never left his face. 

“Am I wrong?”

Rhaella glances to the pitcher with the wine she would soon make him ingest. He wouldn’t forgive her for it and the thought made her body heat further.

“I hate you.” Rhaella said,with little bite in her tone. They were back to their familiar games,the struggle for dominance. Unbeknownst to Aemond,he had already since lost the fight. 

“Then why are you shaking so harshly?”

What girl wouldn’t shake in the presence of her own monster? Her own lover.

But then,she was perhaps much worse.

So,Rhaella kissed Aemond with a fervor that caused him to stumble back slightly. She would never allow herself to be completely finished with him. 

In this war,they would be each other’s executioner– Rhaella could not possibly think of anything else more enthralling.

Aemond moved his hands to her waist instinctively, unable to help himself.

Through their shared bated breaths into each other,he spoke again.

“I could have you killed.” He said,hands tracing the curves of her waist.

Rhaella hummed into another kiss,her darkened eyes flitting to his predatorily.

“I do believe it would be in your best interest to do so.” She responded.

Aemond couldn't think about that now,only focused on how Rhaella’s lips gently met his.

Rhaella seemed more sure of herself this time around–Like she had gained a new surge of confidence. He could little but allow her to tug and shove him to his bed,pushing him into it roughly.

Somehow,he preferred this,being at her mercy.

Rhaella’s brows furrowed as she tilted her head slightly–Like any dragon would.

“You have damned me,I think.” Rhaella said,though she did not care to elaborate further.

“As have you.” Aemond replied without thinking. Rhaella sat herself on top of him,eyes searching his clothed body. Time was little and less for the two dragons who wished only to dance. Perhaps it was by the Gods design,for them to greet each other with the briefest of goodbyes.

Rhaella’s hands traced the fabric of his tunic,glancing back to his face and he felt compelled to continue.

“You have all of me.” Aemond whispered,so softly Rhaella almost did not hear.

“I know.” Rhaella whispered back. It was not a response,rather a confession. Aemond too had all of her,and it was as unfortunate of a truth as any. She would betray him anyhow.

For the kinslayer knew his strange one by heart,and it infuriated her greatly. 

Aemond sat up slightly to kiss her again,unable to be away for too long. Somewhere in between the exchange,he had shed Rhaella of the dress she wore,leaving her in naught but a flimsy chemise that slid down from her shoulders.

His hands slid under the thing,causing Rhaella to gasp softly as his delicate fingers imprinted over her bare thigh. Aemond had yet to hear a sound much sweeter.

This night at least,Aemond intended to draw out a symphony from her.

The cacophony of pants and faint moans echoed through the chamber. For the first time in what seemed like forever,Rhaella’s mind was void of any real thoughts.

Aemond attempted to calm his harsh breaths as he laid his head onto Rhaella’s naked chest. She had not spoken much during the fact,however her one question pierced his mind achingly.

“Do you take me as I am?”  He recalled how small her voice was,as if she was worried for what he may reply with.

“I can do nothing else.” Assurance wafted to her ears as she felt all of him,like he had sworn to her.

So,they laid there,hand in unlovable hand, Aemond’s fingertips marked her palms,tracing over the healing scar.

“Who did that to you?” Aemond’s eye looked up to her briefly. Rhaella had been staring across the room for a while now but was brought back by the sound of his voice.

The cut she sustained from her knife to blood the cannibal had closed up mostly,leaving a small,rough mark.

He need not know that.

“It was my own doing.” Rhaella said,attempting to tug her hand away. He would not let her.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Aemond asked with a gentleness unlike himself.

Rhaella shifted slightly underneath the blankets. She was much too hazy to think of a sufficient lie,so she told the truth.

“It was an exchange of sorts,I suppose.” Rhaella said. Her hand played at the white strands of Aemond’s hair with the tenderness of one who had never loved.

If he wished to pry further,Rhaella did not allow him the chance.

“Tell me something,and do be truthful.” Rhaella spoke.

Aemond’s arms held her into his body tighter with a hum,as if it could prevent her from leaving him.

“What did you feel when you watched my grandmother fall from the sky?”

Aemond paused,wondering if this was some sort of trap. Rhaella’s head leaned onto his own,waiting for what he would say.

“Satisfaction in being victorious.” He said finally. Aemond looked to her again, however Rhaella’s lips were made into the smallest of smiles. Despite them both being in such a vulnerable state,it was unnerving.

“And what about overturning Rook's Rest?” Rhaella pressed her naked form,causing a second wave of desire to course through Aemond’s veins.

“The first of many battles I intended to win.” Aemond said. 

Rhaella leaned down to kiss him again,letting it linger for a beat of time. He had not the faintest of clues–The acts of revenge she intended to release. For as much love she held for Aemond Targaryen,Rhaella’s spite and lust of blood held her much tighter.

He was about to lose,if he hadn’t begun already. Whatever was wrong with Aemond,was also terribly wrong with Rhaella.

Wiggling herself from his grip,Aemond made a disapproving noise as Rhaella stood from the bed. 

He watched as she went over to the table,pouring the sitting wine into a single cup.

“After all this,will you still return to Dragonstone?” Aemond asked,already knowing the answer.

“I cannot leave my sister alone,you know this.” Rhaella replied. Aemond sighed,sitting up in his bed.

“You could have married me,stayed with me.” Aemond said. “You would never meet harm.”

Rhaella looked into the cup,weighing her options. Seeing little way out,she drank enough of the liquid to satisfy.

“That is an impossible thing to promise,Aemond.” Rhaella handed the cup to him,watching the wine go down his throat.

“And I promise it to you anyway.” Aemond said. Rhaella took back the cup,looking into it. He had drunk more than enough,so Rhaella finished the rest of it.

“You and I both know that this” Rhaella gestured between the two of them. “It will only end in bloodshed.”

Aemond leaned against the bedframe,studying her carefully. Rhaella’s braids were messy as were the loose curls of silver hair that streamed from them. Light markings lined her chest—He thought she was stunning.

“So let it be.” Aemond concluded,tugging her body back into his own.

Rhaella allowed it,knowing this moment would succumb to the work of the sleeping liquid.

“I do wonder something though.” Rhaella mused as Aemond’s hand rested on the side of her thigh.

“Your mind never ceases,does it?” Aemond grumbled,eliciting a small pinch from Rhaella.

“Could you ever hate me?” Rhaella asked almost innocently.

“No,but not for a lack of trying.” Aemond replied immediately. 

Rhaella pondered if he would feel any different after what she’d done to him. Instead,she let the silence consume both of them in a particular agony.

Aemond would likely not see her like this again,should they meet hereafter it would be on dragonback in battle.

In the dark and quiet,Rhaella felt herself become immensely drowsy from the wine. She slipped in and out of consciousness,blinking the sleepiness away in panic.

Rhaella could feel the small kisses Aemond was leaving into her shoulder blade come to an eventual halt.

He was asleep,finally. Rhaella took in his sleeping,nearly angelic form. His face was so gentle and it nearly pained her to leave him like this. She glanced down at his hands,one draped over her and the other clenched into a fist.

Aemond remained at war,even in his dreams.

When he would wake,he would hate her–Rhaella was sure of it.

And now they would be equal.