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His Princess - Pt7

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

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Summary: The battle continues at Kings Landing as the dance begins in Harrenhal. When everything seems overwhelming there is a break on the horizon. Rhaenyra sends Y/n and Ben back to Harrenhal after they take Kings Landing to see the outcome.

Warnings: 18+ battle/war, blades, blood, death, swearing, my version of the battle above gods eye(spoiler for the show bc it’s fr and it’s not cute) - mc but cannon death, beheading, alys spreading info like the gossip she is, after war and gossip oral(f receiving), fingering

Authors Note: hopefully the switching of the povs offers what I wanted it to!!!!, hate cole but i can’t deny he’s a good swordsman and would need at least two ppl to take him in a fight, i tried to keep gods eye minimal bc i can’t stand dragons fighting!!!, also daeron is not apart of this story bc i didn’t want another dragon to be hurt!

Word Count: 5.5k almost half of this is war

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Y/n Pov:

“Find him,” I sob to Vermithor and his growls shake the walls around the city as Silverwing and I give out an earth shattering cry as we circle the host raining fire upon the Greens.

Vermithor gives out a bone chilling roar and sprays fire along the Gods gate. I’m turning my head searching for any sign of Ben as Silverwing follows close to Vermithor. I take notice of Vermithors wound but it’s more of just a scratch and the bleeding has already ceased much to my relief. My adrenaline rises to match my fear as my heart pounds wildly in my chest as we continue our search for Ben.

Vermithor circles around where I last saw Ben and begins to fly down to the ground. He sprays the ground in dragon flame before he lands on the burning men as Silverwing lands us in the center of the fire next to him. The warmth licks at my armor as I watch the flames die around me. As the haze clears I see Ben cutting down men around him in a frenzy.

I sob in relief as I see him still in one piece and quickly slide off of Silverwing. I slip the sword from my back and go to Ben’s side. My blade becomes an extension of myself as my body goes into a killing calm. Everything around me fades away as I face man after man. As I turn to my next victim I can see the burnt scorpion behind the host.

Cole emerges from the ruins and bodies offering me a bloody smile. Our dragons step closer to me and bare their teeth. Their low growls and chuffs vibrate the ground beneath us. Ben turns to me and sees Cole walking over to me and quickly makes it to my side.

“You need two dragons and a whores daughter to stand against me?” Cole laughs to Ben bitterly spitting.

“You will still die in the end.” I hum raising my sword.

“We shall see.” he charges forward with his blade in front of him and I quickly fold backwards to avoid his swing.

Ben comes from behind and strikes with his sword and Cole barely avoids the metal. I rise once again and try to catch Cole from behind but he is quick on his feet. The three of us dance with our blades as the war continues to wage around us. My nerves start to rise as I see our host getting overwhelmed as both of our dragons are grounded with us for the moment.

This moment of thought has costed me dearly. Pain washes through the side of my face as blood trickles down my neck as Coles sword slices my flesh. I give out a loud cry and Silverwing screams with me.

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Harrenhal Pov:

The clouds hang low in the sky as the smell of rain on the horizon washes over the ruined castle. The sky is preparing to weep for the dance that will soon take place. Fog begins to roll in from the forest line casting everything in a gray light.

“You will die here today.” Alys appears through the foggy gates walking to Daemon and Caraxes.

“As long as I take Aemond with me, I care not.” Daemon pulls his helm on and makes sure everything is secure.

“So eager to die before you meet your grandchild?” Alys tilts her head with a small smile.

“They’ll be better off without me.” he mounts Caraxes and shoots into the sky.

Daemon has had enough of Alys’ mind games and doesn’t even bat an eye at the insinuation of having grandchildren. He never saw himself living long enough to see his children or wife contented. He knows this is the last thing he will be able to give them and he hopes it’s enough to change the tides of the war.

Daemon circles around Harrenhal keeping his eyes peeled for Vhagar and her one eyed rider. He’s growing impatient but he can feel the promise of death in the air. Caraxes perches on one of the towers as they await their fate. A low grumble comes from the distance and Vhagar comes into view from the clouds.

Daemon shoots into the sky and lures them away from the castle. He doesn’t much care for this castle but he knows many Lords will ask Rhaenyra for it so it must remain standing. He leads Aemond over the body of water called Gods Eye.

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Y/n Pov:

As I rise to my feet Ben is relentlessly bashing his sword into Coles. The metal song promises death. I try to find an opening to help Ben once more but he has a glazed look over his eyes as he slams repeatedly into Cole. I watch on in shock as I’ve never seen Ben fight like this. Some of his men stop and watch on as this one on one continues.

Our dragons grumble as some of Coles men stand and watch. It seems as if this part of the wall is on a pause as they wait to see what happens. I rip a piece of my shirt off from under my armor and wipe off the side of my face. The cut seems to start just under my eye and travels down to my jaw. The dirtied cloth stings but it helps staunch the blood. Ben lets out a mighty roar and swings his long sword and I gasp with widened eyes.

“Your Kingmaker.” Ben yells as he raises Coles head into the air.

He dips down and grabs Coles foot and drags it to Vermithor who grabs his leg in his claws. He returns to me still gripping Coles head in his hands and I look to him as he’s breathing heavily. He turns my face and looks at my cut as his nostrils flare.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers as the men begin to look around unsure if we’re to keep fighting. “To Silverwing.” he nods his head and begins to usher me over before he goes to mount Vermithor.

Vermithor and Silverwing shoot to the skies and give out victorious growls. I look down at Vermithors claws as Coles headless body is being paraded through the air. He slides low to the Green host and they falter as they take on the body hanging above them.

“Your Kingmaker is dead and your King dies at Harrenhal.” Ben proclaims as we fly along the walls.

A loud grumble comes from the clouds and my heart stops as I see a large shadow approaching. As the dragon comes into view I squint my eyes trying to figure out who it is. It’s not Vhagar or any other I’ve ever seen. Silverwing chirps and flies to meet the new dragon. I shake my head thinking I must be delusional from blood loss as I spot Rhaena atop this dragon.

“I figured I would help in the war!” Rhaena calls out as her dragon gives out a fierce cry and I look below as a sob rips through me as I see a grand host from the Vale and the North seeping through the tree lines running to meet the Greens host.

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Harrenhal Pov:

Caraxes and Vhagar circle each other around the body of water and give out low grumbles. The sky begins to cry as the dragons close in on one another. The Blood Wyrm quickly twists around the old fossil as she barely turns in time for the first snap of teeth. Vhagar gives out a loud cry as Caraxes sinks his teeth into her neck.

Vhagar pulls away from Caraxes and breathes fire upon him and Daemon. Daemon flies through the flame and straight for Vhagars rider. Aemond dips, narrowly avoiding Caraxes maw. They pull back from one another and the dragons circle above the water once more.

“You have lived long enough,” Aemond calls across the skies to Daemon.

“Something we agree upon,” Daemon chuckles as he begins to unclip from Caraxes.

The world seems to hold its breath as Daemon unsheathes Dark Sister and points to Aemond and Vhagar. Caraxes flies quick and hard latching onto Vhagar. Daemon jumps from his dragon to Aemond landing on Vhagars head. He sprints down on uneven feet as Aemond struggles to get his weapon or unclip from his saddle.

“For my Queen,” Daemon roars as he pierces Dark Sisters through Aemonds one eye before everything goes black.

The dragon’s give out a cry and spiral down to the water. The impact could be felt well over a hundred miles. Blood rain falls from the sky as the false King and the Rogue Prince implode to their watery grave.

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3rd person Rhaenyra Pov:

Addam has been sent to recruit the small folk and hand out armor and weapons for those willing and able. Rhaenyra has slipped into the castle through the tunnels and has made quick work of finding her loyalists. She makes it to the throne room and lets out a breathy laugh. Alicent and Helaena are brought in and kneel before her.

“Rhaenyra please,” Alicent pleads from her knees as Rhaenyra holds a blade to her throat.

“You brought this upon yourself.” she looks down to Alicent with contempt.

“The Kings are dead.” Helaena speaks softly from her place next to Alicent.

“Which ones?” Rhaenyra turns her head to Helaena lowering the blade from Alicents throat.

“All of them.” Helaena shakes her head and Rhaenyras blade falls out of her hand.

“Ring the bells to let-“

“Your Grace, another dragon and a host.” Addam bursts through the throne room doors breathing heavily.

“Who?” Rhaenyra looks at him confused.

“They say Rhaena with a host from the Vale and North.” Addam takes in the scene before him.

“She’s done it.” Rhaenyra smiles breathing out a sigh of triumph and relief.

“They also say that Ben and Vermithor are flying around Coles headless body above the host. He carries his head on his back.” Alicent lets out a soft sob at his words.

“Your son’s are dead. Your Kingmaker has been beheaded. You are surrounded. Ring the bells and save your remaining men.” Rhaenyra looks down to Alicent.

“The common folk will remember this destruction.” Alicent narrows her eyes at Rhaenyra.

“They fight your host from within the walls. You have lost.” Rhaenyra tugs Alicent up harshly and begins to bring her to the bell tower.

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Y/n Pov:

My head cranes to the city as the bells begin to toll. All of the dragons surround the city and give out one last cry before they start to the Keep. As we look down the fighting is slowing and swords are being lowered. I’m in awe as we fly through the city at the amount of small folk that are pushing the Greens out of the gates.

Baela and Jace come into view and tears start sliding down my face as I see them unscathed and safe. Rhaena comes from behind the Keep with Addam trailing close behind her. Our dragons follow Syraxs call and we land perched on the main gates.

We all dismount and make it down to the main courtyard. We all look to each other and my siblings take in mine and Ben’s appearance. Their eyebrows furrow as they see my cut and look to our blood and dirt covered bodies. I turn to Ben and see Cole’s head bouncing against his back as he approaches me. Vermithor lets out a low growl and flings Cole’s body to the center of the yard.

“I see burning people wasn’t enough for you both.” Jaces voice drowns out as me and Ben look to each other.

“Let’s find a witch to bring him back. I want to kill him slower.” his voice rough as he tilts my chin to look at my cut.

“I’m okay.” I look up to him taking in the death that remains in his eyes.

“We will find you a maester at once.” he pulls me with him into the castle.

“Where are you two going?” Baela yells after us.

I tug him to the throne room thankful he doesn’t know where the maesters chambers are. I must see my mother. I need to know who rang those bells and what it means. As the doors groan under my hands I behold my mother atop the throne with her crown on her brow.

“Daughter,” Rhaenyra rises taking in my state. “My children,” her voice wavers as the rest of my siblings trail in behind me and Ben.

“My Queen,” I bow.

“Call for a maester,” Rhaenyra flicks her head to Jace and he’s out in the hall shouting in seconds.

I huff as he brings in a maester who sits me on a chair and begins to clean my wound. Ben holds my hand as the maester beings to stitch up my cheek. Rhaenyra is lowly talking to my siblings about how their plans went and she finally turns to me and Ben.

“I wish to see the head.” Rhaenyras voice travels through the hall.

“The rest of him is in the courtyard.” Ben rises from my side and pulls the head from his back. He offers her the head holding it by his hair.

“You’ve done me a great service, Benjicot.” she shakes her head at a loss for words. “What happened to your cheek?” Rhaenyra turns her attention to me.

“Cole.” I say trying to steady my breathing as the maester pulls the thread in and out of my flesh for his last stitch.

“You fool,” she shakes her head before she leans down and engulfs me in a hug before she turns back to the group of us.

“We’ve done it, gather the remaining Lords so we may start about clearing out the traitors and moving forward.” she turns and nods her head to us. “Ben, Y/n,” she stops us before we exit.

“Yes?” we turn back to her.

“I have one more immeasurable favor to ask of you both.” she whispers down to us.

“Say it and it will be done.” I look to her with tired eyes but ready to do what she needs.

“Go to Harrenhal and see what remains.” her voice barely a murmur as her eyes begin to tear.

“We will go at once,” I nod my head.

She walks out of the Keep with us as we take in the dragons and the wall crumbling under their claws. Her head snaps to the rest of Coles body that remains in the center of the courtyard. From beyond the gates we hear shouts and cries of agony from the people who were not as lucky.

“Fly safe and stay together.” she pulls me and Ben into a tight hug. “Please return to me.” her voice a whisper as she looks to both of us.

Ben turns to me and we finally have a moment alone to ourselves. I look into his eyes and he seems to be coming down from his adrenaline still. I wrap my arms around him and he holds me tightly against him. I care not of our blood and dirt and pull his lips to mine feverishly.

“I want you to fly with me and Vermithor,” he looks down to me separating our lips.

“Ben, I’m fine,” I sigh looking up to him.

“I know, but I just want you by me.” his hold on me tightens.

“Then ask Silverwing,” I relent and he pulls away to turn to my dragon as I walk to his.

“You flew valiantly today, my beautiful Silverwing. Will you allow Y/n to fly with me and Vermithor on our next journey?” I turn from Verithors neck and see Silverwing nudge into Ben before he starts towards me.

“Up you go.” he softly tugs me towards his wings and I begin my climb. We quickly settle and take flight. Silverwing flies next to us and they both give out a victorious song to the men below before we coast out on the horizon.

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As we enter the Riverlands we can feel the great loss in the air. The clouds weep, cleaning off some of our blood and dirt as we make our way to the ruined castle. Our dragons give out low grumbles as we approach Harrenhal and begin to make our descent outside the main gates.

Ben helps me off refusing to let me do anything on my own. He has a hand pressed against me at all times and grabs my hand for his own once we make it the ground. The heaviness in the air is unsettling while the wind sings an eerie song.

The castle grounds are silent. We saw no dragons on approach and hear nothing as we look around for any sign of a threat. As we turn my heart goes to my throat as Alys appears.

“Where are they?” I ask pulling the bone knife from its sheath and pointing it at her.

“I would think you wouldn’t be so quick to show your child more death and violence. Though, you are your father’s child..” she trails off with a smile.

“My child?” my eyebrows furrow as I raise the knife even higher.

“The one you’ve been carrying for a moon now.” she nods to me and looks to Ben. I bring my free hand to my abdomen and try to think of any signs that her words are true. “I may have played mind games with your father but I can’t slip through your bond with the child’s father. He’s very protective.” she chuckles to Ben who is now trying to push me behind him.

“Where is my father?” my voice wavers as my mind already knows the answer.

“You’ll find him under the Gods Eye.” her skirts swish as she disappears behind the walls once more.

“Stay with the dragons and I will go.” he looks down to me intensely.

“You will not start with this overprotective male dominance now.” I huff as I try to walk past him but he grabs my arm to stop me.

“Y/n,” he looks to me with pleading eyes as his hand travels to my lower abdomen.

“After I find my father,” I shake my head and pull him along with me.

We walk silently to the body of water just beyond the crumbling fortress. Our dragons follow behind us the ground shaking at their heavy steps. As we approach my breath catches taking in the blood splattered around the shores.

Pieces of the once great dragons are jutting through the surface of the water. I can tell it’s both dragons by their coloring and a sob bubbles out of my mouth. My hand slips from Ben’s as I fall to my knees on the shore looking on at the still water. He kneels next to me and hugs me tightly.

“I have to go find him.” I shake my head as tears begin to slip down my cheeks.

I rise and start to walk into the once clear water that seems to now be stained a blush pink. Water licks at my thighs until I begin to start my swim. I swim around the masses in the water until I spot Caraxes. As I dip my head under the water to look for him my stitched cut screams in agony.

I pull up for breath and begin to move around to see if I can find him anywhere else. I’ve been searching around Caraxes and have found nothing so I relent and begin my search around Vhagar. Ben shouts at me from the shore but I can’t abandon this search.

As I dip down under the surface again my eyes blurry I spot Aemond in Vhagars saddle. I slip above the water to take in a deep breath before I dive down. My eyes bulge as I take in Dark Sister pierced through his remaining eye. I quickly scan the area and my remaining air bubbles out of my mouth as I see Daemon resting on the rocky bottom. I swim to the top and let out a loud sob.

“Ben, I need you,” I cry and he’s running into the water and at my side in seconds.

We swim below the surface and I rip Dark Sister from Aemonds head as Ben begins to lift and pull Daemons body to the surface. I grab on and help him carry him to shore. As we finally make it to the sands I sit silently looking down at his blade.

“I-“ I shake my head as tears begin falling down my face.

I let out a grief stricken scream and Silverwing quickly approaches the shores and curls near me. Ben holds me to him as my sobs continue to wreck me. My breathing finally settles and he looks up to me with sad eyes while wiping them away with his thumbs.

“We need to prepare his body to bring back home.” I sniffle before getting to my feet.

“I’ll go see if there’s a maester or someone,” Ben rises wiping the sand off of him.

“I told him he would die here.” Alys comes from the other side of the shore.

“Are you just here to mock me and speak in riddles?” I yell exasperated.

“I’ve brought this for your cheek. It’ll heal it better than those stitches.” she offers me a cup and I look at the foul smelling paste. “I’m also the only maester, if that’s what you want to call me, and I can prepare his body for your travels.” she offers and I cant tell if she’s sincere or not so I turn to Ben hoping he will deal with this situation for me.

“What is this paste?” he grabs the cup from my hands.

“Your dragons wouldn’t allow me to poison the mother of your child. Use it or don’t.” she chuckles turning her head to look at our dragons.

“I want his body treated with respect. Bound and wrapped tastefully befitting a King. All of his armor is to be cleaned and properly packed so we may travel with ease. We will take our old chambers while you finish your work.” Ben pulls me to his side as we begin to walk to the castle once more.

Our feet drag up the stairs as we stop in front of familiar doors. Ben pushes them open and escorts me to a chair to sit down. I place Dark Sister next to me and let out a shaky sigh. He kneels in front of me and locks his eyes with mine.

“I’m sorry,” his words soft as he places the cup with the paste next to me and grabs my hands.

“I had hoped he would make it.” tears still slide down my cheeks as he pulls me down into a hug.

“It seems as if Alys made you a bath. Let me clean you and help you relax.” he hums standing with me.

He walks me to the bath and begins to remove my stained armor. I peel off my clothes as he starts to take off his armor. When he removes his shirt I can see small cuts littering his skin and I look at him with sad but thankful eyes that he’s still with me. He helps me slide into the bath and takes a seat next to me.

The warm water lulls my muscles and I lean back resting my head on the lip of the small pool. I feel the water shift and he starts to undo my braids releasing their tension. I sigh in relief and allow my eyes to drift shut. He brings a cloth and soap to begin wiping my skin as I relax further into the water.

“Do you want to try her paste?” his voice soft as I crack an eye open.

“Sure, if anything bad happens Silverwing will eat her.” I shrug as he rises out of the bath.

“I will kill her myself if she causes harm to you.” his voice trails to me from the couch before he returns.

He applies a generous amount of paste to his fingers and brings his free hand to my jaw to tilt my head. I look up to him expectantly as he lowers his fingers to my cheek. I wince as the cold paste slides down my face and a shiver travels my spine as I feel the wound dispelling the stitches and doing its own work.

“It’s healed.” his words almost a question as he tilts my head. He brings his hand up and shows me the black thread that was once holding my cheek. “That means she wasn’t lying.” his hand slides from my chin and he places it on my stomach.

“Ben,” his name falls from my mouth as I allow myself to finally think about Alys’ words and the life growing inside me.

“The mother of my children, my Princess, my wife.” his words filled with devotion as his lips softly press against mine.

I let his lips wash away the day and all that’s come with it. His hand resting on my lower abdomen slides a little lower and I moan into his mouth as he circles my clit. His lips kiss down my now healed cheek and licks around my pulse.

“I can’t wait to see you growing with our child.” he whispers in my ear as he dips his fingers into my core. “You’re gunna be even more beautiful.” I rest my head on his shoulder as my hips grind into his hand as my pleasure is already washing through me from my heightened emotions.

“Come let’s get you into bed while I find you some clothes. I’m sure we’ve left some behind.” he helps me out of the tub and walks me over to the bed always keeping a hand placed on me.

“Ben I’m not going to break, I just fought alongside you in a war.” I huff but still allowing him to pull the covers over my body.

“Do not remind me.” his rage seeps off of him.

“Don’t work yourself up again.” I roll my eyes chuckling. “Come to bed, let’s forget today for a little while.” I pout my lips trying to pull him in with me.

“I must find you clothes and food and a drink. Is there anything else?” he rambles as he begins walking to the doors.

“Maybe some clothes for yourself? I know Harrenhal is empty but I don’t think the ghosts want you walking around nude.” I shake my head smiling.

He pulls open the wardrobe and quickly slides on some pants and continues to rifle through what we’ve left. He pulls out wrinkled shirt next and shrugs before putting it on. He finds the shortest slip that’s been made in all of the seven kingdoms apparently and tosses it to me on the bed.

“Now you have clothes.” he nods to himself before slipping out the door. I sigh and slip the piece of fabric on nonetheless. I pull the blankets closer and allow my eyes to rest while he’s off on his hunt.

“I found some meat and cake and that’s about it.” Ben pushes the doors open jolting me awake. “And water. I’ve also spoken with Alys.” I stretch out wiping my eyes.

“Pray tell what more Alys had to say.” I sigh as I hold my hands out expectantly for my water.

“Just that she’ll have everything prepared for us by the morning. I’ve sent a raven to Rhaenrya telling her that we will return tomorrow.” he hands me my glass of water and sits on the bed next to me with the tray of food.

“You didn’t deliver the news of Daemon in that letter, did you?” I pull the cup from my lips.

“No, she needs to see for herself.” he shakes his head. He starts to cut up the meat on the tray and goes to feed it to me.

“Benjicot Blackwood,” I scold. “What happened to the man who made me and Silverwing hunt for him and his dragon?” I raise my eyebrows as a smile plays on my lips.

“Shh, I’ll be the man now.” he tries to hide his smile as I accept the meat from the fork.

“Then that means no more jumping off of Vermithor into the middle of a war.” I narrow my eyes at him as I accept another mouthful.

“I was wondering when you would yell at me about that.” he says sheepishly.

“I was so fucking scared. I thought my heart was going to stop. Never do that again.” I furrow my brows. “You did look incredibly fierce doing it though.” I whisper and his eyes snap to mine.

“Fierce, hm?” he smiles down to me.

“And fucking stupid.” I push him back as he chuckles.

“Well let’s hope our child takes after you.” his smile is soft as he sits up.

“Do you wish for a boy or a girl?” I hum as he starts to feed me cake.

“I care not.” his smile widens.

“I hope for a girl, so I think we’ll have a boy.” I chuckle accepting more of the sweet dessert.

“Then we’ll have as many until we get a girl.” he discards the tray on the ground to bring his full attention to me.

“We shall see what the Gods grant us.” I hum pulling him into a kiss. “Did you not bring any food for yourself?” I pull back looking to him.

“I ate as your food was being prepared. I wanted to have a different kind of dessert.” his eyes darken and he crawls over me kissing me once more.

My thighs spread as he settles between them. He licks and kisses down my neck before circling his tongue over my covered nipples. I whine as he scrapes his teeth around them before snaking his way lower. He places featherlight kisses down my slit as I sigh, bucking my hips to his face.

His tongue juts out and offers small licks to my sensitive bud as I softly pant above him. His lips encase me while his tongue lashes against me quickly. My hand goes to his hair as I grind against his mouth and chase my pleasure. His other hand interlocks with my free hand as he continues with his tongue.

“Ben, fuck,” I cry as I arch off the bed.

He licks down my center and pushes his tongue into me as I gasp trying to catch my breath. He brings his other hand to circle along my bud as his tongue laps at my wetness. I explode across his face and he continues licking to clean me off. I sigh as my body melts into the bed as he comes to lay at my side.

“What of you?” I say my eyes barely open as I go to reach for his length.

“I’m okay, my love. Rest.” he grabs my hand and kisses my forehead as I curl into him allowing my mind to forget all of the bad today and only think of the good.

We’ve taken Kings Landing. My mother sits the throne. My cheek is healed. I have a life growing inside me. I have a man who is absolutely devoted to me at my side awaiting the day we can marry and I can’t wait to marry him. I drift off contented listening to his heartbeat.

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Part 8

ik i said 3 more parts 2 parts ago which means only one more after this but that’s just not enough?? and now i want to write abt them being happy and married and with kids wtfff are ppl down for that or do i do a spin off series??? like lmk bc i want more than just an epilogue and a glimpse like no i want to see this man waiting on you hand and foot and being absolutely OBSESSED with you pregnant with his child

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ineylesian · 8 months ago

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— FELL ON BLACK DAYS

AVENTURINE X FEM! READER

AO3 | NAVIGATION

WORD COUNT — 9.5k

WARNINGS — spoilers for penacony’s storyline, enemies (??) to lovers, slowburn fr (it gets good i promise) mentions of genocide, mentions of child exploitation (not explicit), weapons & violence, smut, fem anatomy reader, sub!aventurine, mentions of traumatic events, one bed troupe

SUMMARY — Risk. It’s the word Aventurine lives by, a motto that claws at your heart when he’s gone. A reality that spills tears when he closes the door to your apartment, leaving only the ache of your heart in his absence. A danger that never guarantees the next time he chases his destiny will not be his last.

You will never fight to change it, because that’s all it is. Destiny.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — AHHH i love aventurine so much he made me write again <333 i will defend this man to the end of the earth i swear. also holy word vomit, this is officially my longest piece!!

“BREAKING NEWS: Reports incoming that the International Peace Corporation has been seen with an employee suspected of Avgin origin from the planet Sigonia-IV. All habitants from this world were thought to have been wiped out or lost to the galaxy, so the appearance of this mysterious individual has grasped the attention of–”

The broadcast slowly fades into the background, overtaken by the synth and snare of a song that lightly shakes the ground at your feet.

Sometimes you’re better of dead–

“Oh, you think you’ll be an asset? You’ll have to learn to make tough decisions on the go here if you want to succeed, so tell me…”

There’s a gun in your hand, it’s pointing at your head–

“You want to help this clan? Help claim this world and rid it from the remaining filth that roams?”

There’s a piercing screech amidst the bar, the high pitched wail of the speaker blasting the music fighting against the volume. A few seconds pass before the song picks back up again, a few lyrics skimmed through.

Which do you choose, a hard or soft option? (How much do you need?)

In a West End town, a dead end world, The East End boys and the West End girls–

“...”

“Before your initiation, you must make a prayer to the winds and mountains. Do you swear to devote your thoughts and beliefs to them, and reclaim the glory of Sigonia-IV?”

We’ve got no future, we’ve got no past

Here today, built to last–

“I swear.”

The bass fades and you’re left standing amidst a crowd of chatting people, some high on buzz, others passed out beside the restroom. Your eyes slowly fix forward, coming to a halt as the masses shift in formation, curving in a circle around the biggest table in the casino. Lined with forest green felt and red chips, hands bang against the surface joined in a cry of frustration.

“God damn it. This is rigged!” A player screams, hot-faced and teeth grit. “YOU!”

He stomps his way around the table, stopping at the dealer’s chair, failing to gain any attention despite the magnitude of his boots on the floor. In retaliation, the man takes a fistfull of the dealer’s hair, spinning him violently around and grabbing the collar around his neck.

Seldom have there been times where you didn’t see him in this sort of setting, a man with glasses that carried the same orange tint as the drink in his hand, die mounted between his fingers as he speaks with a wealthy patron. His words weave like velvet on a fine tailored suit as he invites you to play a game of chance, and before the game has even begun, you’ve lost.

His name is Aventurine, and, just as his reputation precedes him, the corners of his lips turn upward as you enter his field of view. He is never one to be down on luck.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to exit the casino. The drinks have riled you up a bit too much, and I’m afraid you’re no longer sober enough to keep playing.”

The smell of outlandish alcohol hits your nose in a foul wave as he turns, rudely shrugging your hand off of his shoulder.

“And who do you think you are? Protecting this weasel like that.” You take a step back as he advances, completely abandoning his grip on Aventurine as his gaze focuses on the emblem tailored to your shoulder. “You’re in on this scam too, aren’t you? Fuckin’ IPC, always looking to take money from people.” A sizable crowd has gathered at this point, and with that, guards are quick to stand at your side. You tilt your head to the side, extending a hand to gesture at the coat draped over his empty chair.

“You may gather your things and leave now, sir. Refusal to comply will result in you being forcibly removed.”

A few more seconds of seething stares pass before he grumbles an insult toward you and rushes to gather his things, attempting to push the guards following him away. You sigh, turning to the dealer, who is now comfortable in his chair, feathered hat placed neatly on his lap as he shuffles the pool of cards pushed his way.

“Alright folks, now that’s over with, how about another–”

“Mr. Aventurine unfortunately won’t be able to join you all this round.” You quickly cut him off, laying the newly layered deck of cards onto the table. “May I have a word, please?”

The blonde takes a glance between you and the rest of the patrons at the table before nodding, allowing a charismatic smile to decorate his face as he slides the cards forward.

“Of course. Miss Antonia, would you please find another dealer to step in for the remaining games?”

He gathers a kind nod from a nearby waitress, before turning to follow you outside of the casino. As the door opens, strong drafts of icy wind blow against your face, and you hear a shiver from behind.

“Sheesh, couldn’t we at least have talked inside? I didn’t come prepared to stand in the cold…”

You send a look his way, and Aventurine’s hands rise, lips pursed in faux apology. He pushes his glasses farther into his nose bridge as you lean against the casino’s exterior wall, shielding yourself from the chill. It’s clear he’s not taking you seriously, stifling out a yawn and rubbing his eyes before he even spares you a glance.

“Here to lecture me about the, wait…” His eyes suddenly narrow, honing in on your uniform. “Who are you?”

You remain silent, watching as he taps a few fingers against his forehead, thinking. The talisman of the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department sits firmly laid into your uniform. A smoothly carved onyx, inferior to the cornerstone you know he possesses and certainly lacking in power. His eyes linger on the stone for a few moments, biting the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head back up.

“Never seen that stone before..” He says after a few seconds, voice substantially lower. “What rank are you?”

His gaze is opaque, on guard. You resist the urge to bite your lip, figuring lying in this kind of situation wouldn’t be the best decision. Subconsciously, you bring a hand up to your stone, adjusting your coat flap before bringing it back down.

“P39.”

His eyebrows form a sharp line, but his lips remain flat. The lens behind thick shades linger on the stone, burning into the lights that reflect off of the darkness. He’s never seen someone who isn’t a part of the Ten Cornerstones wear something like this, so who are you?

“If you’re here to try and convince me to do something, I’m not interested. I’ve had enough orders drilled into my head since I came to Jarilo-VI.”

His forefront is confident, but you can see the hand that lingers at his side, struggling to stay put. It reeks of mild uncertainty, and a lack of security. He doesn’t feel safe when he’s not in control.

“I’m here to tell you that your assignment’s changed.” Your response is straight and to the point. There’s no room to betray any underlying feelings of guilt you may have from years passed. “You’ll be with me and my team, we’re going to the Loufu in three days to sort some business out. I suggest you finish your deals here before we go.”

“Well then.” Aventurine clicks his tongue, mild annoyance riding the smile that forms on his lips. “Let’s acquaint ourselves then, shall we? You must know who I am, so please allow me the pleasure of returning the favor.”

A small passage of frosty air rises into the atmosphere as he breathes, hand extending in formality. You take it, slowly shaking, taking in the defensive rise of his shoulders. It seems he has zero tolerance for strangers.

“Nice to meet you, Aventurine. They call this stone the onyx.”

–

The Interastral Peace Corporation only takes workers to be strong-minded and just as toughly willed. In the Strategic Investment Department, greed is a virtue, and wanting nothing but it all is a prayer. Those who earn their spot as a cornerstone will stop at no means to chase their desires.

Aventurine values risk, but he always loves to have control in his corner. Without control, the chips in his hands are of no use, and his bargains crumble beneath him.

A gambler's true nightmare, sitting right between his eyes.

Your relation to him is a true mystery, despite all of the digging he’s been doing after arriving at the Loufu. Despite the numerous deals you’ve closed together, he still fails to know anything about you, other than the fact that you have quick wit and fascinating knowledge of the universe. He won’t dare approach you directly, his inhibitions are too high and he knows too little.

However, there’s something off about you and that stone of yours. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen before.

“Does the IPC really need that many funds to perform a vitality check on the Sky-Faring Commission? From what I remember, this is nearly triple the amount of last year’s fee.”

“Well, Helm Master, from what our reports say, you had agreed to the accumulation of interest based on reports of safety in the Loufu. Based on recent events, there has been a substantial raise in alarm concerning the safety of the citizens here. We hope you can understand.”

Aventurine unfolds his hands, sliding a glossy black dossier over to the woman known as Yukong. After skimming over the first page of analysis, she sighs, and places her hand over the cover.

“Is it possible that we could touch bases on this later this week? I need time to look over these documents and discuss them with my team before making any decisions.”

Biting back a groan of exasperation, you nod, politely shaking her hand and bowing your head when she stands. What you thought was going to be a quick excursion of debt collecting had turned into two long weeks of debate, and you’re starting to lose sleep. After Yukong exits, you run a hand through your hair, allowing the flow from the outside to flood your ears..

You can admit, the place they chose is certainly impressive in its theatrics, blooming with tall fountains of pristine water and a live band of foxians playing classical music on a mahogany stage.

After a few minutes of jotting down notes you find yourself leaning against the bar’s edge, elbows cool against smooth wood. Your thoughts swirl like the vibrato of the woman singing a cover of a local song in a language unknown to you, but it’s calming, and you begin to itch with the desire to order a drink.

The waiter polishing glasses near you seems to pick up on your wants, quietly gesturing with her hand that she’ll take your order.

“A Rose in Rain, please.”

She makes your drink at an astonishing speed, sliding the glass next to your hands with a smile. You stare at the royal blue liquid sitting at the rim, contemplating if the hangover will be worth it.

Aventurine eyes the finger that rests along the base of the glass, humming quietly to himself. He figures there’s no better way to get to know someone than through a few drinks.

“You gonna drink that or keep staring at it?”

You turn your head, watching as he slides onto the barstool next to you. He raises his three outer fingers, ordering a small glass of Wintry Garden before turning to face you.

It’s been a long month with the Cornerstone. His approach remains restricted, evident in his snippets of sarcasm that he still doesn’t trust you. Your situation is… unusual, so you tolerate it. However, there still lies a fear within that he’ll go deeper than what’s for his own good.

“Do you usually drink? Or are you afraid to spill your guts?”

His words drip with conviction, blindly accusing you with the corners of his mouth tilted upward. It’s been too long, and he still doesn’t know a damn thing about you other than the stone you wear. He needs to flip this in his favor, fast.

Aventurine’s fingers drum against the bar’s edge as he picks up his drink, taking a small sip. The slight tilt of his head inclines you to start yours too, drinking half of the tall glass in one swig. His eyebrows raise in surprise when the drink hits the table, taking all but a few seconds to completely down the entirety of its contents, a resounding clink following.

When you don’t rush to finish your own drink, Aventurine chuckles, crossing his arms as he turns to face you fully. He’s eyeing you, daring smile plastered on his face.

“What, scared?”

He’s challenging you. And it works, since your drink is empty and you’re ordering a second round in a matter of seconds. Fizz sluggishly bubbles down your throat, followed by rich spots of thick, clear syrup.

A few drinks is all it takes for you to begin feeling lightheaded, pressing a palm into your eye to try and alleviate the nausea. Aventurine is at least 6 drinks in, setting down his next with an exaggerated sigh. Raising his hand for another, he lightly dings his glass against yours, the scent of redsunset sauce high on his breath.

“Let’s talk, Onyx.” He remarks, placing his hands on the table as the bartender comes over. “What’s the real deal with you? How come I haven’t seen you anywhere in the IPC and you show up in my faction one random day?”

You cough, attempting to clear your throat before you answer. It’s tough to keep your resolve with the amount of alcohol in your system.

“Maybe you’re just not perceptive enough, I’ve always been around.”

It’s clear he doesn’t like your answer. Another drink down.

“How many years have you worked for the IPC?”

“Almost 4 now.”

“What’s the entrance project that got you into the Strategy Department?”

You hesitate, and he grins, satisfied. This interrogation is going as planned.

“Well then? I’m sure it couldn’t have been that bad, unless you’re more dangerous than you seem.”

It’s your turn to down a drink, wiping a small trace off of your chin as you think.

“Izumo.” You answer, short, watching as his fingers clasp tighter around the glass in his hand. Surprise.

“You really expect me to believe that?” He scoffs, a tinge of fire evident in his voice. “No one goes to Izumo any more, not after the slash.”

“You’d be surprised at the sheer amount of people that go to Magatsu no Morokami to uncover history. The IPC has their eyes set on valuable relics left behind from the war.”

He leans forward, dangerously close to your face. Past the thick orange lens of his aviators, you can see the irate spark in his eyes, alight with a plethora of shades you’ve never seen before.

“It’s not wise to lie to your superiors.”

You back away, sliding your card across the counter to the bartender. The moment Aventurine gets up to follow, you stop in your tracks, holding a small drive in his direction. You have some tricks up your sleeve, too.

“You’ll change your mind.”

He pauses, slightly bent over in a stupor of alcohol.

“Best keep your cards close to your chest, Aventurine. Snooping in places you don’t belong bodes bad fortune.”

His mouth opens, but no words come out. Slowly, he takes the drive from your hand, leaning back onto the bar’s surface, eyebrows knit in thought. The world is suddenly too loud and amidst a flurry of harmonic bellows and blinding lights, you disappear.

—

INTERASTRAL PEACE CORPORATION, STRATEGY INVESTMENT DEPARTMENT HQ | ONE MONTH LATER

“I guess I should apologize.”

Several weeks of absence. You look up from the papers on your desk, watching as Aventurine places your drive back on your desk. He straightens back up, waiting for you to respond.

“Understandable.” You answer, finalizing a document with a quick signature. “I would have had my apprehensions too.”

“Still do, but it’s better to work with someone you tolerate, right?”

You look up. He shrugs, eyeing the papers you have scattered around.

You had given him a flash drive with your report on Izumo, or, at least, a report on it. Sometimes things are left best buried. Still, Aventurine is certainly not stupid, and you know that. The final version of the report is vague and full of small incidents that contrast the planet’s true history There are inconsistencies, but he seems a little less hostile for the time being.

“Whatever you’re hiding from me, I intend to find out in due time. But I can’t do that if we’re at odds.” A hand is extended your way, held a little less straight and professional. “Let’s just try and hate each other a little less, huh?”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you take his hand and shake it for the second time. Aventurine smiles at you, a little less pointedly, but still on guard.

“Friends it is, then.”

His grip tightens slightly at the proclamation, leaving your veins seared and eyes wavering. As if you just made a deal with the devil. Your gaze drags along the fancies of his coat, figuring this is just another gamble he’s won. Something closer to certain death; the passion for it intrigues you.

Sooner or later you’ll suffer the consequences of a lie, you tell yourself. There’s no good outcome when striking up an agreement with a gambler, especially one like Aventurine.

Especially when the gambler is holding a knife to your throat.

The blade is cool, barely holding back from your trachea. Leather gloves hold a fistfull of your hair, shoving you down onto the filing cabinet you were sifting through moments before. Your eyes dart around, only able to see the edge of his shoe pressing against your ankle and the papers you dropped scattered across the floor.

“Just as I thought we were getting along.” His spits, words slithering around your chest and settling around your neck. “It was only a matter of time before you slipped up.”

Confusion spreads across your features, and Aventurine scoffs. His shoe digs deeper into your achilles, and you stagger against the metal.

“What the Hell are you talking about?” Your words come out choked, gasping for air against Aventurine’s hold.

“That man, the one you had a long conversation with at the meeting tonight? You two seemed to get along.” Aventurine’s breath runs short out of anger, grip scalding against your skin. “You know him, don’t you?”

You close your eyes, tracing the night’s events back several hours. You only recall shaking two men’s hands, one being the esteemed Doctor Ratio’s, and the other the reason why you were down in the IPCs archives. He was dressed nothing short of what a gentleman would wear, offering you many commending words as he spoke of the recent inflation concerning the astral economy. However, you didn’t miss the brilliant stone embedded in the shell of his tie, reflecting vibrant colors you’ve only seen once in your lifetime. And neither did he.

“Pretty stone isn’t it?.” Aventurine continues, pressing your hands against the wall you’re shoved against. “I’ve seen it a lot throughout my lifetime, but I’m sure you know that already. Silly me, forgetting how easy it is to conceal them.”

He reaches for your shoulder, and you push back, using the slightly stagger of his feet to grab the blade’s edge, violently smashing your head into his and spinning him around. His blade traded for your stone.

“I’d like to know…” His fingers flip the stone around, taking in the colorless mass, like a void amidst the stars. With a quick swipe of his hand, a lighter is held to it, engulfing the black in a dance of pale fire. Aventurine shakes the rising smoke off of him after a few moments, and your eyes narrow.

“...Why you have this?”

Turquoise meteorite, a brilliant blue stone infused with veins of a green just as bright. A kind of beauty that could only be found on Sigonia, tailored in a way only an Avgin could. The crafter spoke of a tactic that could hide the stone’s true color, while keeping its spirit alive with you still.

Blood drips from your hand, staining your clothes a deep crimson. Gritting your teeth together, you slice a sleeve of your dress shirt off, slowly wrapping it around the wound.

Aventurine stands, still, fury riding his waterline. His glasses sit beside his feet, hues of purple and blue wavering in the dim light. His hand slowly clenches, in and out, smoothing the cooled piece over his palm.

“What now, Katican?” His voice is quiet, gently ricocheting off of concrete walls. “Came to settle one last score, fulfilling your dream of tracking down the last Avgin? Oh, I bet you’re itching to use that knife right now.”

You step to the side, shaking bloodstained papers off of your feet. The knife drops to the ground, scraping cruelty against the ground as you kick it to a corner far out of your reach. A sharp intake of breath follows, and he steps back.

“I’m no Katican.” Your tone is low, locking eyes with Aventurine, his gaze darts from the knife to you. “The stone was a gift from an Avgin I saved during the second extinction.”

The air is stale, prickling with fear as you pass. Aventurine stands tall, but you know all too well that his greatest fear has come alight in this very room. The thought of coming face to face with a Katican chases him in his nightmares each dusk, a terror looming over his head akin to a raging storm. For once, he’s speechless, completely dumbstruck, mind racing to comprehend all that you’ve bestowed upon him. So little said, yet so great a burden unveiled.

You would be right in telling him that such information is better left buried. Yet Aventurine knows only how to shatter the destiny that calls for him, and monumental change has left in its wake.

He opens his mouth to speak, yet words fail him. The hand holding the stone sits slotted behind his back, holding on to it as he would a birthright. A piece of his past that would never bless him again, sitting in the shade of Sigonia’s darkest nights, mimicking a color that does not belong to it. He wants to scream, take his knife and shove it so hard into your chest that it comes out on the other side.

“I am on your side, Aventurine. I always have been.”

After forcing himself to swallow, he straightens up, but you’re already gone.

Distantly, a heavy thud hits the floor.

–

TUMBLEWEED, SALSOTTO.

“I’m Daisy, here this morning with Tumbleweed’s daily weather report. As usual, there’s sun about. However, a rude awakening is coming at around 6pm, as a pretty hefty thunderstorm is coming our way. Make sure you carry your umbrellas! And remember, as our beloved Fleetworld Marc says, thunder only happens when it’s destined.”

Destiny. The word lingers in your head as a pang of hunger hits your insides. Placing your last suitcase beside your bed, you set off for your hotel room’s kitchen. Reaching over and opening a cabinet, you groan when it reveals itself to be empty.

Shrugging your coat over your shoulders, you pocket your room card. However, when you open your door, you’re quick to step back, feeling your heart rate spike instantly in shock.

“Uh…” You take a few short breaths, regaining your composure. “Can I help you?”

The man standing before you is no other than Aventurine, chin receding as he looks at you with evident confusion.

“Can I help you?” He retorts, flipping his hotel card up to the light. “This is my room.”

You pull the exact same card out of your pocket, and the two of you share looks of bewilderment. After reading over the numbers on your card for what felt like the 50th time, Aventurine sighs, long and drawn out.

“Well, this isn’t what I imagined when the front desk told me they could fit a room in for me.”

“I’ll go ask–”

You’re cut off with a swift wave of his hand.

“Don’t bother, I already did. They’re fully booked for the next week.”

Before you know it, both Aventurine and his bags are heading into your… your room. Exhaling, you mutter a quiet “okay..” and follow him inside. However, he’s quick to stop you once you make it past the bathroom, exaggeratedly pointing toward the wall to your right.

“This has to be some kind of joke, right?” Aventurine laughs, pulling his glasses off as if attempting to see better.

His gaze is fixed on the bed sitting across from you. The single bed, accompanied with a single nightstand and a TV. In that moment, you both share a second groan, and Aventurine palms his face.

“I’ll figure this out.”

In a matter of moments, he’s gone, suitcases set haphazardly on the ground beside you. After a few minutes of thought, you head to the bathroom, soaking your hands in cold water. A brief inhale follows the icy chill that drags over your face, and you silently curse destiny.

A few hours pass before Aventurine returns, shirt slightly ruffled, annoyance clearly displayed upon his features. The click of boots melds into the soft step of socks as he enters the kitchen, and you silently pass a bowl of fried rice you had been able to scavenge from a local grocery store over. Running a hand through his hair, he nods your way, sliding into the stool across from you and stopping the bowl with his fingers.

“As you could have guessed, there are zero people in this whole building willing to switch rooms with us.”

“Ah, yeah. Tourists are usually snobby.”

A hum signifies his response. Silence encompasses the room as a blanket would, save the soft clangs of silverware on bowls. You fix your gaze on the granite countertops, following intricately woven lines of mixed stone and drawing patterns in each section you come across. Becoming so immersed in the cracks, you don’t even notice when Aventurine passes you twice, once with his bowl, and once without. Seconds turn into minutes as you stare at the sheet of stone, only taken away from thought when he returns to the table, dressed in a black set of silk pyjamas.

“What’s your story?”

Your eyelashes flutter, taken aback by the sudden inquiry. Raising your head, you push the now cold rice to the side and glance at the man across from you, fingers interlocked in wait.

You’re shocked at the simplicity of it. The lack of accusations are a breath of fresh air when it comes to his words, typically cold fronted and dripping with malice. You would expect him to be angry still, perhaps even worse, giving that you lied, but you can feel the genuine curiosity lingering within. He seems to want to understand.

“I joined the IPC when I was young, almost ten years ago.” You start, fighting the urge to snap away from his gaze. “In my second year, word was out that there was trouble on Sigonia. It was thought that the IPC had it under control, but everyone knew there was something else coming.”

You pause. Aventurine remains quiet, attentive.

“I took it upon myself to convince my superiors to send me to Sigonia, despite their warnings. But… the work we did there, it wasn’t enough. I could help no one under the bounds of the IPC, so I sought out the Katicans. No more bounds. I was on the inside, where I could do things my own way.”

“Such lovely people, weren’t they?” He questions, apathy leaking from deep within. “Didn’t have a single care in the world other than themselves. They wanted to see everything burn, the women, children.”

“I have never seen a deeper hatred than what lies within them.”

You stop, again, toying with your fingers. Aventurine’s silence beckons you to proceed.

“I could only help so many, and they all ended up dying anyway. There was no escaping them, they were ruthless.” Your voice trails off, shaking your head slightly at the recollection of dark days in the wasteland they call Sigonia. No horrors match the ones that took place there. “I couldn’t imagine what you went through, any of you. And still, you’re alive.”

A word softly chants in your head. Destiny.

“Ever since I was born, I knew what was made out for me was never good.” Aventurine says, a hint of irony in his voice. “I fell on black days without knowing what it was like to live on the other side, and it’s been like that since.”

Flashes of your past mix in with current thought. You remember them, the Avign children, clinging to scraps of life even when it was evident their lives would soon end. Their eyes, just as brilliant as his, drowned by crashing waves, yet afloat on the prayer of hope. You imagine Aventurine was just like them, and you understand. Anger breeds and it seethes.

“How do you control it?” Such a simple question, yet so many answers.

“I put it all into risk. Every single last bit of it. I gambled, and I won.” His pointer finger gently hits the table, and he raises his hand to wave it through the air. “I survive, and I bet again.”

“A bold motto, I must say.”

A small smile graces his features, shrugging lightheartedly.

“Luck seems to be on my side.”

You look to the side at the sound of a crack, noticing that rain has started to fall. The sky is obscured by deep grays, and the rumble beckons you to the sliding door separating you from the balcony. The crash of drops on concrete is soothing to your ears, bestowing a peace upon your heart you’ve failed to find for a while now. The serenity thickens as Aventurine steps to your side, the hues in a ring of his eyes reflecting the storm outside.

“I didn’t rain much back then.” He muses, gaze following the slow drizzle of fallen streaks on the balcony’s edge. “A privilege I can keep alive, now that I see it so often.”

You look to the side, meeting Aventurine’s eyes halfway. The corners of his lips turn up as he looks past you, covering his mouth as he stifles a yawn.

“Almost forgot about the bed.” He laughs, running a hand over his lower face. “You can have it, I’ll be okay on the floor.”

“Absolutely not!” You counter, head tilting in defiance. “I’ll be fine on the floor.”

“That would be extremely impolite of me.”

“As it would be for me…”

“Will you please just sleep on the bed?”

“I brought extra pillows! I’ll be more comfortable than you on the floor.”

Aventurine stops, sending you a half lidded look. You walk over to your suitcase, swiftly pulling the two large pillows you packed out, holding them at your sides. He walks over to you, snatching a pillow out from one of your arms before walking toward the bed.

“Or, how about this?” He shoves your pillow on top of the hotel provided one. “We put the extra pillows on the bed, and we both take a half.”

You purse your lips, and shrug in reason. After patting your pillow into place, you climb onto the bed, turning on your side to ensure you’re only taking up half of the bed.

As you land on your other shoulder, you nearly touch noses with Aventurine. He chuckles, eyebrows raising in a teasing manner.

“It’s not often someone gets the chance to be this close to me.”

You groan, tugging the coarse blanket to your chest as you flip to your front. Stifling a few chuckles, Aventurine turns so his back is facing you.

Within a few minutes, quiet snores begin to drift through your ears. You sigh, and roll your eyes. And yet, only peace visits you in your dreams.

–

There have been few nights of your stay in Salsotto without rain. You’ve grown accustomed to the melodic pad of morning to the erratic roar of the night. This night is different, however, as dew is high in the air but the clouds of the afternoon are white, tainted with swirls of pink that bode better weather.

You fumble with the pearls on your neck, carefully positioning them so they rest on your collarbone. All IPC events require a clearance of wear that is above the standard grade of formal, nothing short of extravagant, explaining the fine tailored suit you wear over your dress. Ivory on cream, a palette that bodes well when making business deals.

Heels click on pavement, Tumbleweed’s National Museum in sight. Golden lights cast the establishment in an elegant glow, and the stream of classical cello welcomes your ears as you approach. Welcoming smiles are given your way as you enter the building, and you start a long night of shaking hands and business chatter with the esteemed mechanical aristocrat Screwllum.

Leisure chats of the Genius Society’s next project flow in and out of wine chutes, with gentle opera joining new deals of funding. Another hand shake bodes your farewell to a philanthropist from the Herta Space Station, and you take a seat at one of the tables nearby, attempting to gather your thoughts. Sipping on a glass of sparkling rose, you start jotting down tonight’s business proposals onto your phone.

“Having fun?”

You look up, offering a smile toward your temporary hotelmate as you pull the chair next to you back.

“Was wondering when I’d run into you, Aventurine.” You say, clinking glasses with the blonde. “How many deals have you clinched tonight?”

“More than you, I bet.” You scrunch your nose, folding your arms after sliding your phone his way. Aventurine takes a look through your notes, smile expanding on his face as he progresses.

“...And it seems I would be right.” He exclaims, holding up two full hands. “Don’t feel bad. It’s the natural charm.”

“Mhm. Super natural, and not annoying at all.” You quip, earning a light jab in the shoulder.

Your past two weeks with Aventurine had proved to be an easier feat than you had thought. Beside the snoring (that you had learned to tune out), he had served as a good source of company, squandering your worries of lingering grudges as you spent more time around one another. You were grateful he had the will in his heart to see the reason behind what you had done, although you were a little surprised to see that he had forgiven you with such ease.

Now, to you, he seemed to be an easy soul forced to carry burdens that were undeserving of him.

“Hey.”

You’re roused from your thoughts by the gentle tap of Aventurine’s foot against your heel. He cocks his head, and you’re suddenly aware of the soft serenade filling the room, sung by an artist famous for this piece.

“Let’s get our minds off of business for a while. Care to dance?”

He straightens his jacket before standing up, beckoning you to do the same. You accept the hand outstretched, threatening to roll your eyes as Aventurine lays his other on your back, guiding you to the floor.

“Trying to show off?”

Aventurine slowly spins you into a shroud of spotlight, laughing when your eyes go wide from the precision of his arms slowing you back down.

“Of course.”

A look is shared between the two of you, and the dance begins. You recognize the piece, Seid Umschlungen, Millionen! (Be Embraced, You Millions!), and fall into a sort of waltz, slow, quick, slow. Your feet move in a symphony of chirping violin and cello vibrato, swirling carefully around other dancers as you step from box to box.

The music quiets in a moment of repose, and you slow, winding your hands around his neck as you sway, in wait.

“What’s with the long face?”

The question catches you off guard, as you weren’t aware that your thoughts had reflected off of your face. Lips pursing, you wonder whether taking the chance and ruining the moment is worth it, but the question nags deep within, festering like a cancer that will not cease until it is freed.

“Do you forgive me?”

Strings echo and rise; Aventurine fits a hand behind your back before spinning you into dance. His eyebrows are furrowed lightly, as if your question had caught him off guard in some sort of way, but you both knew it was coming. Trust is an uncertain entity, not easily won or wagered, never certain in whether it’s attained or lost. Forgiveness is a trial for trust, and within inquiry lie a question of deeper truth that never made it to the surface

Do you hate me, Aventurine?

There have been many times in the passing days where you’ve been questioned about your time in Sigonia-IV. A test to determine whether your actions deserved merit. Recounting stories of countless lives you worked tirelessly to save at the risk of your own. Gallons of blood stained on your hands from the guilty, those whose karma ran the empty river beds of the desert red.

So much, and yet nothing at all. It’s as if life is out to play some game of twisted fate, as you see all of the lives you could not save in the man right before you. The brand slightly hidden by his collar and wispy blonde, jewelry glittering at his wrists, irises that shine in the darkest of nights. Bewitching, yet so alive.

“There’s nothing to forgive.” He says, after some time. “You did a brave thing, I would be a fool to condemn you for it.”

Elation. It’s the feather touch of his hands, graceful in the way they dip you, nearly stopping time as you lay suspended. Your eyes lock, and you nearly drown in the glow of lavender and maya that stare back. Slowly, you feel one of his hands leave your back, dipping in his suit pocket and coming to rest in your vision.

“Their memory is always alive somewhere. It’s up to us to keep it.”

You’re lifted to stand, and, amidst a rather slow spin, Aventurine pins the turquoise meteorite you’d thought was long gone onto the span of dress fabric above your chest. The resounding smile shared is trust.

You twirl and sink until the song comes to an end, stopping in a hold of hands and interlocked legs as orchestra is overtaken by voice. In the midst of fading spotlight, your breath evens out, and you find yourself following the gambler’s hand to escape the noise, elbows brushing on a balcony railing as you stare out into the fading daylight.

The sky is tinged with the baby blue of afternoon, arising into a deep interweave of violet and blush. A small, red casino chip flips between Aventurine’s fingers, rolling to sit between his pointer and thumb in short pauses.

“Got any tricks up your sleeve, gambler?”

Aventurine tilts his head to the side, invigorated by the rise of your lips, challenging, daring. The game you propose has risk, but what is life without taking leaps blind? Aventurine is sure he can see you now, after all.

With a flip of the chip and a wave of his hand, the red disappears, and a cool sensation lands firmly on your lips. His face is inches away from yours, fingers gently pressing against the chip that severs the distance between you.

“There are tricks to any risk, as long as you know what you’re doing.”

You raise your hand, sliding the chip from your mouth and palming it. When he doesn’t move, you tug on his collar, chin tilting upward to press your lips to his. The sensation is warm, gentle, as if you tread on ice that threatens to shatter. Honey sears your tongue, and you revel in the touch of his lips, soft as the velvet of his tie.

The moment is all too short, yet your mouth feels numb as you break away. In a moment of silence, you take the hand that sits lightly clamped around your wrist, sliding the chip in his palm and closing his fingers.

“I think I’ll be gambling a lot with you, Aventurine.”

His face moves closer, and you look down for a moment, noticing the hand that sits behind his back.

“I look forward to it.”

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INTERASTRAL PEACE CORPORATION, STRATEGIC INVESTMENT HQ | TWO MONTHS LATER

Knock, knock.

“Coming.”

The door opens in fluid motion, revealing a room cast in gloom, tan shade, blinds drawn.

“Hey, Aven.” You sigh, placing a chaste kiss on the blonde’s cheek. “Long day?”

“Long day.” He mirrors, offering to take the stack of papers off of your hands. You accept, slipping into the chair across from his desk. “Are you done for today?”

“Mhm.”

Aventurine sits in his desk chair, shrugging the navy coat he sports onto the back. You stretch your arms behind your back, watching as deft hands undo the cross hatched tie representing the cornerstones from his collar. As he sets the piece down, his office phone starts to buzz, and he groans.

“Hello, this is Aventurine… Uh huh, what time?” He draws circles into ebony, holding the phone to his shoulder as he reaches for a notepad. However, as he clicks the pen in his hand, he nearly drops the phone, clearly startled. “Can you repeat that? Si- okay. I’m coming.”

In a flurry of movement, he stands, tie and coat snatched.

“We have to go, right now.”

His tone is impatient, brimming with anxiety and unwilling to contest. You blink a few times before following him out of his office, grabbing his coat to hold onto as he fits his tie back to his shirt. The walk is silent, save a quiet “thank you” when you hand the coat over and the click of shoes on tile. Your nerves rise as you move, watching the way he frets with his gloves, tugging on the ends repeatedly.

In a matter of minutes, you arrive at the boardroom of the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department, stopping at the edge of the table as Jade turns around, followed by a concerned looking Topaz.

“Ah, Aventurine. What a surprise, I was sure not to include your name in the list of attendees tonight.“She sends a look to the white haired cornerstone, before directing her gaze to you. “Unfortunately, ranks below P40 are prohibited from attending this meeting. Guards, please see her out.”

You push against the guard that seizes your wrist, but are unable to resist as more come to his aid. After having the door shoved in your face, you’re dragged to the hallway outside of the meeting hall, forced to sit in wait.

30 minutes. Another 30. An hour before the doors open, with Aventurine first, Topaz following close behind. He rushes past you, eyes on the ground, gone within seconds. Concern etches your features as Topaz runs up to you, lips pursed in distress,

“Aventurine-” She pauses, hand on her chest as she catches her breath. “Please go after him. You’re the only one that he’ll see now, after what just happened.”

“What happened?”

At your inquiry, she shakes her head, nodding her head toward the direction Aventurine took off in.

“It’s best you hear it from him. But, please, go see him tonight, he needs someone who’s close to his heart.”

Worry is quick to seep into your features, but you nod. A quick visit to his office and you’re off, taking the next jet off of Pier Point, to Klimt Republic. Weaving through streets and bullet trails full of life, you arrive in the heart of Klimt just two hours later, standing on the penthouse floor of an apartment complex worth more than the entire block you’re on.

Knock, knock.

Silence. You hesitate, and knock again.

The shuffling of feet hit the floor, and you wait in anticipation, hands firmly at your sides as the noise stops. After a few moments, the door slowly opens, and you sigh in relief.

Aventurine stands, slightly hunched against the doorframe, hair disheveled, eyes red and irritated.

“Aven, what happ-”

A pair of hands seize your wrist, tugging you inside and slamming the door behind you.

“Not now.” Your eyes widen at the plea in his voice, whole with a basal need that makes your chest tighten. “Please, just, make me forget about it right now.”

He looms over you, yet the shadow he casts is the antonym of threatening. Fear reeks off of him like vodka, as tears brim on his waterline. The feeling spreads to your skin like wildfire, and you feel him shake as you take his face in your hands, breathing shallow and scared.

The first taste of his lips is sweet, but the salt of his tears is quick to sink in. Clumsy and trembling, your bodies rock and hit walls as you make your way to his bedroom. You throw his coat to the side as he does yours, pushing him down onto his bed as you break for air.

Aventurine’s hair flows out around him as he falls onto the mattress, shrouding him as a halo would. You chase after him, littering his neck with soft bites that elicit soft groans from the skin beneath. You unbutton half of his shirt before diving for his collarbone, reveling in the whines that respond as you nip and bruise.

His hands reach for your pants, and you stop him before he can reach for your panties.

“Ah-ah, hands behind your head.” Your voice pools out smooth, running a hand down his shirt. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Gently pinning his hands above him, you let go, and he complies. You reward him with a kiss, messy and careless, pulling a string of saliva between your lips when you leave them. Your free hand pushes hair out of his eyes while the other works on the zipper of his slacks, watching as his fingers lock together as you apply pressure.

A shudder leaves Aventurine’s lips as you pull his boxers down, hand gently running along the length of his dick. Teeth tug at lips as you spit on your hand, working at his cock while running your free fingers along your folds. His neck lifts up as your hands move faster, and you grin, choking the noises that threaten to spill from your mouth at the display before you.

A sight like heaven, an angel laid out for worship. Aventurine’s skin is coated in a soft sheen of sweat that shines in the dim light, hand laid over one eye whilst the other remains barely open. Under the mix of hues that resemble wild fields of flowers, blush coats his cheekbones, a light to the darkness that blooms on his neck. The vulnerability of it makes your heart soar, and you feel a fire ignite in the depths of your being that fails to stoke.

The hand that toys with your clit lifts, prodding at Aventurine’s mouth as you lower yourself on his cock. Muffled whines vibrate around your fingers, and you moan at the fullness that envelops you. You swirl your fingers in his mouth, biting on your cheek as his tongue wraps around them, sucking on the sweet taste of you.

His hands abruptly reach up, fingers winding and tangling in hair as they pull you down, replacing fingers with lips. The sensation is hot, as if an unquenchable balm has set your skin alight.

“Feel good?”

“What kind of- ughh- question is that?”

You clench around him as if it's instinct, and Aventurine calls your name as he would a prayer. His moans are akin to song, divine in melody, alluring in a way that shuts your mind off from anything else but him. One of his hands leaves your hair, fingers clumsily clamping around your own, holding you like fine china.

The stretch of his dick does little to quench the hunger within, you crave more, a devout worshiper crying a hymn of need. Your motion becomes erratic, a twist of limbs and friction that siphons tears that streak down your cheeks, falling to mix in with the sweat on your lover’s face.

“Gonna-” Aventurine chokes on his own words, eyes shut harshly as he blinks back ecstasy. “Cum.”

Your words are lost to you, only managing to groan in response as Aventurine pulls you back to him. His lips seal over yours in a searing kiss, arms winding around your back to hold you still as your orgasm shakes you. White light flashes through closed eyes as you spasm around his dick, mixing with the cum that leaks inside of you.

The room is quiet, save the howling wind of night and the dance of unstable breath. Blankets shuffle as you drop to Aventurine’s side, allowing him to drape your discarded shirt over your bare chest. Time seems to cease as you meet his gaze, touch serene as the plains of distant worlds as he encourages you to come closer. You accept, eyes closing for a moment, feeling the warm fan of his breath over your nose.

“The IPC is funding a project to excavate Sigonia.” The silence breaks, peace shatters and your eyes snap open. “Turquoise meteorites are rare, so they’ll scrape the whole planet dry until every last piece is gone.”

Your face falls, corners of your lips pulling downward. Aventurine’s eyes are half lidded, seemingly already accepting the fate of the planet he calls home. He refuses to look your way, eyes focused somewhere past you, the sorrow spreads and leaks into your soul as it opens further. A place so full of hatred and loss, yet a place that he will never be able to let go of. It burrows within the deepest neurons, refusing to snap and forget.

“You have to say something, Aven.” You pull at his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Whatever you have to do, I’ll help you.”

“The IPC doesn’t have time to listen to Avgin.” He sighs, hope stale on his breath. “Not even if it's the last one alive.”

You still, fingers falling to rest against his cheek. Aventurine’s eyes close, brows furrowing lightly against pale skin.

“Sigonia will fall, and only Kakavasha will remain.”

Defeat. It seems that what events occurred in that meeting room left no room for conversation. Guilt flows through your veins like it’s replaced the red, and your chest aches, latching onto the horror that no doubt holds sovereignty in his head.

Kakavasha. Blessed by the heavens yet cursed by the living world. Such a beautiful name that deserves no hell it endures.

Amidst the quietude, Aventurine’s hand slithers under the blankets, latching onto your wrist. He traces skin, knuckles brushing against your own, coming to rest intertwined.

“Can we try something?”

You nod, and your hand is slowly lifted to the air, palm against palm between your chests. You’ve seen this motion back on Sigonia, yet it’s always remained distant to you, and the words echo in obscurity.

“I’ll go through it once, and we can do it together.”

You nod, once more. Aventurine closes his eyes for a moment, reciting a prayer lost to you in time.

“May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you… keeping your blood eternally pulsing. May your journey be forever peaceful… and your schemes be forever concealed.”

A brief pause passes. You sigh in unison, and lock eyes. A voice whispers within the depths of your mind, and you smile.

The memory is always alive somewhere. It’s up to us to keep it.

“May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you… keeping your blood eternally pulsing. May your journey be forever peaceful… and your schemes be forever concealed.”

As the last words drift off of your lips, you bend your fingers, slotting them between his. Aventurine shares your sentiment; hope flashed in the gentle smile that graces his lips. Your eyes wander, and notice that a single tear trails down his face, disappearing into his skin as it rolls.

Outside, you hear the crack of thunder. You pull Aventurine in, and in your clutch, the downpour begins.

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Some months later…

The chatter of voices on the phone rouses you from sleep, rubbing a hand over your eyes in annoyance as you come to. Light spills through drawn curtains and open glass doors, filtering the room in hues of honey and hazel.

“Mhm. Alright, I understand. Let’s schedule the interview for today.”

Songs of canaries and mourning doves flow through the air, and you sit up, raising a hand to block out the sun’s gaze. Aventurine sets his phone down on the bedside table, stifling a yawn with his hand. You roll onto your side, hand propped up onto your chin as you soak in the sight of your lover.

His hair is slightly ruffled from sleep, bangs astray and cast into his eyes. Only the top button of his sleep shirt is buttoned, leaving lean, sun kissed skin on display.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” You roll your eyes, allowing him to pull you in for a kiss. “Morning. Sleep well?”

“Mhm.” You hum, knowing full well tonight has been one of the worst nights you’ve slept yet. Aventurine sees right through you, but chooses to say nothing, opting to pull you forward so half of your body drapes over him.

Today Aventurine leaves for Penacony. And, seeing as he was called in for a meeting, he’s probably leaving even sooner now.

He seems to read your thoughts, offering a comforting peck to the corner of your lips in apology. Your hands card through his hair, head resting against his collarbone.

You have your apprehensions about Penacony, having heard whispers on the streets of mysterious disappearances of people in the world’s famous dreamscape. The IPC has had a limited number of run-ins with the family, leading you to assume a recent grounds of suspicion has arised, and Aventurine was chosen as the solution. In his eyes, it’s just another gamble of life or death.

You’re roused from your thoughts by a tap on your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” His words do little to soothe you, but you listen regardless. “The risks I take are always foolproof.”

Risk. It’s the word Aventurine lives by, a motto that claws at your heart when he’s gone. A reality that spills tears when he closes the door to your apartment, leaving only the ache of your heart in his absence. A danger that never guarantees the next time he chases his destiny will not be his last.

You will never fight to change it, because that’s all it is. Destiny.

His phone rings, and the two of you groan before he gets up and tells the person on the other line that he’s on his way. You watch from his side of the bed as he throws his clothes on, grabbing two packed suitcases from the side of the bed before bending over to give you a kiss. The touch of his lips is bittersweet, nearly taunting as it is over before it even begins. You peck him again, running a hand over his hairline to straighten his bangs.

“Be safe out there, Aven.”

He smiles, so radiant it rivals the sun and all that it shines on. You think yourself blessed to see it survive.

“I will. Luck is always on my side.”

And he leaves. You turn to the window, awaiting the rain.

#eleysiacalling #eleysiansighs #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #aventurine x you #honkai star rail #aventurine hsr #honkai star rail smut

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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Yamazaki Shingen x Reader

*Requested* Warning: You die Masterlist

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Shingen Yamazaki didn’t understand why a meeting was called. He was in a catatonic state ever since he lost against Gapryong Kim, he didn’t care much for what this meeting entailed. That was, until you walked out, bare-footed and dressed in a simple white kimono. Your hair was down and hands clasped in front of each other.

You had always been his favourite, and although he never said it outloud, his actions made it obvious. He called for you the most compared to the other mistresses, and you were the only one allowed to walk by his side, hold onto his arm, and keep your head high when others had to bow.

He hadn’t seen you since before he lost to Gapryong, too depressed to even call for you, his favourite. His mind was wondering what you would be doing at a meeting, it would have been normal if he called for you to sit on his lap and show you off, but that wasn’t the case this time.

You kneeled to the ground, bowing at all the members in front of you. You didn’t have to, he told you to only bow when he asked and he didn’t, so why were you disobeying him? His eyes lingered on your face, were there tear stains on your cheeks? His eyes moved towards your plush lips as you spoke, he loved those lips, but right now, he hated the words coming out of them.

“I, (Y/N) (L/N), have sinned. My actions have been one of a temptress, and I have distracted the great leader, causing him to be defeated.” Your forehead moved to touch the floor, eyes shut tightly, praying in your head that it would be quick. You heard footsteps approach behind you, your executioner.

Shingen didn’t understand your words. You never sinned, you never distracted him, you are lying. Who told you to bow? Who told you to lie in front of him? Were you trying to get a rise out of him? If he wasn’t so lethargic right now, it might have worked. He would have stood up and moved towards you, grabbing you harshly and dragging you out to punish you. He wouldn’t have cared if your feet became scraped, or he pulled out strands of hair as he dragged you away, he just needed the absurd lies to stop.

However, the lies continued to pour from your mouth.

“Please great leader, Shingen Yamazaki” You never called him that. “Please forgive me for tempting you with my body and allowing you to end up like this." You didn't do this to him. "I was never worthy of the affection you gave me. I wasted your precious time and wilted away your liveliness. For those sins I shall pay with my life.” You weren't allowed to say that!

You move your head away from the floor, looking straight ahead. The last scene, a curtain call if you will. You knew it was dangerous, but that was the appeal, the reason you even slightly fell for this man. Maybe, maybe if things had been different, maybe then…..no. No point in thinking of what will never be, instead, you focus on dying without fear. You couldn’t give the rest of them what they wanted, you begging to live. No! This was your big goodbye, one to be remembered by.

You hear a movement behind you, no doubt the executioner ready to deliver his fatal blow. Your eyes locked with Shingen’s, his body doesn’t react, and neither do his eyes. Your eyes don’t leave him until the blow is dealt. Your prayers were answered, it was painless, all you feel now is a sense of drowsiness. As your senses begin to leave, you swear, you hear a mumble of words directed towards you, as everything becomes dark.

Shingen looks at you, as the executioner deals the killing blow. You fall forward, some of your blood lands so far it reaches him. He can’t take his eyes off your body, you were every bit the woman he expected you to be, not giving others what they expected. For the first time since he fell into his catatonic state, he spoke. It was more of a mumble for words to everyone, but you understood the meaning, he knew you did.

“Thnks fr th mmrs”

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I kinda like this one more than the other one I did on him. I'm such a fan of killing off characters in stories, so that might be why. 🤭

I didn't think the newest chapter would affect anything in this story, but I still wanted to read it before releasing this. Probably a million spelling errors but we can ignore that, this community doesn't have enough fanfics in it for you to be complaining.

@ayashi-hime

#lookism #lookism spoilers #lookism x reader #shingen yamazaki #yamazaki clan #yamazaki shingen

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i-cant-sing · 7 months ago

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This is going to be interesting fr, like how much differently do your Theodore treat the reader if they were childhood friends

Yesss, but like imagine Theodore being a platonic yandere for his childhood bestie Y/n. He knows you inside out and knows every struggle you've been through, all your secrets, even the ones you've never disclosed to him (yes, he was outside your window on October 12th, 2008 when you didnt come to school because you were "sick" as you had told him but had actually started your period).

Imagine just how overprotective he is, and he's so mean about it too. Its in his nature. He's glaring at you as you tell him that he had no right to beat up your date just because that man had his arm around your waist because you were okay with it. Ofc he just rolls his eyes and tells you that you're too stupid to know what guys are actually like, that you dont know about the "locker room talk" and he's just trying to keep you safe from pervs but ofc youre too "dense" to see it. You could've thought that he might be doing it because he's interested in you like that, but no, he violently cringes at the mere suggestion of your friends that you two fight like a married couple, not to mention how he treats you more like a sibling than your own. Bullying you constantly, messing up your hair, putting you in headlocks as often as he could, kicking the back of your knees to watch you flop on the ground, anything he could do to annoy you.

But he's also very helpful, yknow? He pretends like he couldnt give a rats ass about your existence but will just scoff and yank your assignment from your hands and complete it. Working on your college essay? He reads it, insults you at how stupid it is, then write one for you in one sitting, actually writing about your personal experiences that moves the admission officers to fucking tears at the pure raw emotion it draws out of them. About to leave for a date and you ripped your dress? Signs to you that this is just universe telling you to ditch the guy but then one look at your sad face and he's pulling out an emergency needle kit from his pocket and sewing it up. He'll think of another way to end your date <3

Theodore is also very possessive of you. Even as kids, he would throw sand in other kids eyes just so that theyre too busy crying to approach you and try to play with you. In highschool, he's already built like a transformer and with him having this mean look on his face, people definitely hesitated to approach you, especially when you have this brooding man standing behind you, intimidating everyone who dared to step within 5 feet of you. Now that you two are adults, and Theo is still working as a spy, he would use his skills to take out people that become a little to important to you.

I feel like Theo isn't an animal person, he is definitely not a people person, but he also doesn't care much for pets and it's not even cause his work doesn't allow him to care for pets properly but I still think that he would get a dog trained specifically to keep you out of danger. Or more particularly, keep you in home and bark (and bite/mutilate) anyone who is not him. So if you got a date, make sure he's not picking you up from home.

Definitely definitely finds a way to make you move in with him, if not live next to him. Of course, he has a different place where he keeps his work stuff and gear hidden, but he needs to live with you for his own sanity. And even though he has trackers hidden all over your clothes and belongings, he still likes to ask you where you are, what you're upto, etc, just to see if you'd lie to him. And if you do, be prepared for a very pissed off Theo who is just huffing and puffing all day because how dare you not trust him, your best friend???? Offensive.

But also, when he finds out that someone, anyone made you cry, or even is causing you to stress out, guess who's pulling out their murder gloves?

#yandere theodore #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n

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nqify · 1 year ago

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Ok sooooo crazy idea but I got it off wattpad😭🤚 what if reader was a Na’vi but not just and Na’vi Jake’s and Neytiri’s daughter, but Quaritch and reader meet and start sneaking around or something like that. It can be a short story or hc which ever you wanna do. Idk I feel like that would be interesting.

YOUR ONTO SOMETHING!!!! yall what if i made this a whole fic?? its so hot YUM!!

sneaking around.— miles quaritch ☆

pairing. na’vi!miles quaritch. sully!reader

warnings. girl everything.

note. okay so this idea is so hot I love it, I am really thinking about making this a fic what do yall think??

now sneaking out with miles is probably one of the bravest things you have ever done. Good job girl.

the first time yall ever met was when your dad, Jake caught him stealing his equipment. Of course that didn’t end well and he tied him up to a tree, thinking he’ll deal with him later.

But oh, wasn’t he lucky.

Struggling to get out of the rope, he had saw you, up in the trees staring down at him. and oh did he love it.

“why won’t you come down here pretty girl” he shouted up at you, smirking ear to ear. Girly I know you’re kicking your feet right now.

you stayed quiet to his demand, but oh was it tempting. His dark eyes and strong build caught your eye. Like yes dad I know he’s bad, but he’s so FINE!!!

you slowly came down, feet hitting the ground. “Quaritch is it?” You spoke, coming close to the na’vi. “Spot on princess, aren’t you a smart thing” just for you daddy;)

Okay now you’re blushing fr like stop!!! “Need help?” You mocked. He nodded his head, “if you help me, I’ll give u something sweet”

Now your back is arched, tail wrapped around his slutty waist and his hands are gripping to your hips - bucking into you. “Yeah you like that baby?” Miles groaned into your ear, leaning his body against your back.

“f-fuck yes, yes!!” You cry out, grabbing the soil from the ground. Miles caught this and chuckled, what a bitch!!!! “Aren’t I so lucky baby? Helping a hopeless man like me and now letting me fuck your tight pussy” you only whined, face shoved into the wet grass.

“fuck you love this don’t you? You love that anyone could see us, see you, all spread out for me? isn’t that right slut?” He grabbed your tail, pushing you further down on his cock. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing but cries left your tongue.

Miles had gripped your hair, pushing your body up and against his chest, “Cmon baby, tell me, tell me you love daddy fucking you like this” he growled in your ear.

Your hand reached to his cheek, your eyes finally meeting, “f-fuck love it when you fuck me like this” HOT ASFF!!

after many times of him stuffing you, you couldn’t just stop seeing him?? Like girl, he’s BIG asf can’t let him go.

There been multiple times were his in your room, eating your pretty pussy!! “mmm, fuck mama, look at this pussy, so wet for me” and you’d just cry out for him!!!

Or when you’d have to be quiet because your whole family was asleep. His big hand would be covering your mouth and OH FUCK!!! SIZE KINK!!!!

he’s rocking your shit, cock deep inside your pussy, making you roll your eyes back. “uh uh baby, you gotta be quiet for daddy yeah? Can you do that for me mama? keep that pretty mouth shut while I fuck your pussy mm?” yes daddy of course!!

or or when you say to dad your going to train out in the woods for a bit but instead ride quaritch like there is no tomorrow.

He’d be sitting against a tree while you were bouncing on top of him. His hands would be gripping your hips, slowly bucking into you. “Fuck, your so nasty baby, letting me fuck you like this while you lie to your dad” pussy is WET!! “shit what if he saw this, seeing me fuck his daughters tight little pussy huh? cmon baby, ride faster for me” SCREAMING!!!

OROROORO when you NEARLY got caught!! It was night time, quaritch had snuck into your room and begged for a fuck. Like why so no?

You were both under the covers, his body on top of yours, kissing you oh so slowly!! he was INTO IT this time!!! he was being soososos very gentle with you. Sliding his cock in and out of you whilst making eye contact….girl he’s in love.

And fuck DID U LOVE IT!! “fuck fuck, baby, feels so good” you moaned, forgetting your whole family is HOME!!! then you heard a knock at your door; “babygirl, you alright?” Jake spoke. Fuck.

“Yes yes I’m fine dad, just started my period” you tried to play it off, “okay sweetheart, get some rest we’ve got a big day tomorrow” GIRL!!!

You looked at quaritch, “you’ve already got something big today” he chuckled. yeah girl he is HUNG!!

requests are open loves!!

#avatar smut #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch #avatar way of water #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #jake sully #Jake sully smut

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joelsbeard · 6 months ago

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Okay part 2 😈 to this ask! @joelsfavoritegirl

Okay we've already read how the two of you get butterfliesss when you guys are first crushing on each other, but i feel like even throughout your relationship things always manage to stay fresh and you both keep surprising each other, so basically your relationship never really loses its spark

Therefore you both still get butterflies about one another even years after getting together

Before your relationship started and also at the beginning of it, sometimes joel would get so nervous around you hehe and his palms would always get clammy 😭 poor joel lol

You know damn well in your talking stage and also right after you get together, joel is for sure tellin his homeboys all about you 😭 (in a respectful way of course, he's not going to embarrass you or anything)

He is down BAD for you, tommy (lol fuckin tommy) and all his friends never let him forget

He always gets warm fuzzy feelings around you because you are so sweet and kind and caring and he always asks himself how he managed to get with a girl like you 🥺

When you first started dating, this man was definitely gigglin and swingin his feet whenever you would respond to his texts HAHAHAH

This man would do ANYTHING for you, and he always goes the extra mile to make you feel special, I'm talking giving you spa nights (so sweet! I guess its only fair since you pamper him too with those little facials hehe), taking you on dates, cooking for you (simple foods), and being extra sweet to you on your period 🥺 getting you all your cravings and putting up with your mood swings (good practice for when he gets you pregnant with his babiesss 😈)

He ALWAYS brings you flowers!!! Joel Miller is a fucking romantic and I will die on that hill fr. Everytime i read in a fic where he brings you flowers i'm like that is so fucking joel miller coded. Even if it's not an elaborate bouquet (those are way to expensive anyways) he'll come home with a bouquet of daisies, carnations, hydrangeas, roses ofc hehe, baby's breath, lavender, you name it. He seems like a simple guy (in a good way, also aren't a lot of guys lol) so you don't need the fancy ones (maybe he gives you those on anniversaries or special events) but just the thought is always so sweet ❤️

Sometimes he'll make the bouquets himself 🥺 he'll get 2-3 varieties from the grocery store and learns to cut and arrange and wrap them himself 🥺 and those are your favorites. You always make sure to give him head every time he does lol he deserves it 🙈

Your natural scent, the smell of your perfumes, soaps, shampoos, detergents, and lotions all bring him to his goddamn knees!!! He be gettin horny fr when you walk by him and he gets a whiff of you LMAOO.

You guys tell each other EVERYTHING and it doesn't take long once you start dating to become very close, and you're very comfortable with basically anything with each other.

I heard of this thing where if you and your partner feel very comfortable, safe, and secure around each other, you tend to feel sleepy and relaxed when you're in each other's presence, and especially bc joel works a hard ass job, i feel like he loves coming home to you and just melting and laying on you and he can feel the tension and stress just leave his body as soon as he walks in the door.

Now bc I want to minimize my pookie's suffering lol, I imagine that bc in this AU he's not a single dad, you both work so for a while you have dual income, and once sarah comes you take a break but eventually do a part time job or something just to help out with expenses so joelie doesn't have to work so hard 🥺

This is such a cute headcanon, but basically whenever he's having an especially hard day he'll look at his phone lockscreen of you two to remind him what's waiting for him at home ❤️ he also reads and keeps all of the notes you leave in his lunch boxes lol

Joel Miller is a DEVOTED and WHIPPED ass man for his girl, he worships the ground you walk on especially once you have his babies hehe 🙈 he's like thats MY GIRL, my BABY MAMA, the MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN, the LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND REASON FOR BEING!!!

Everybody wishes they had a joel miller smh, people look at you guys and they're like 🥺 "wish i had a partner as devoted as he/she is" bc you are equally as whipped for this fine ass man and you cannot WAIT to have his babies

^ biological instincts going brrrr fr when you see that man, you can feel your ovaries crying

And he wants to put his babies in you so bad!!!

Even the sound of your voice gets him fuckin horny, he'll pick you up from work or school sometimes (maybe you plan on getting your associates degree) and he'll catch you talking to a coworker or a classmate and he looks at you like 😍 he's just SO in love you with and you look like an angel to him. He's the type of guy to be looking at you when you say "isn't the view so beautiful" and he's like "yes it is" and you turn and see him looking at you like 😍 and it makes you want to cry

Just like the feeling you get when he calls you "sweet girl", he fr be getting butterflies in his stomach and bootyhole LMAO when you call him "sweet man" 🥺 especially when you hold his face in your hands or stroke his beard when you say it

Your body drives him nuts too ;) he can't get enough of you, yes he's always grabbing/smacking your ass or squeezing your tiddies lol...men

Whenever he talks about you to other people they can see him just LIGHT UP, and he almost is glowing whenever he even thinks of you, or when people bring you up to him :) Like think Peeta Mellark (my first ever fictional love lol Peeta the man that you are!!! 😩 other boys wish they were you!!!) obsessed and in love with you

Jesus christ why do i always get carried away with these lol I CAN'T HELP IT JOEL MILLER IS JUST TOO HOT

#yes same pic as the last ask since this is part 2 lol #tlou #game joel miller #joel miller #the last of us #pixel joel #young joel miller #hc's #joel miller headcanons #asks #pre outbreak!joel

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whumperofworlds · 2 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 Day 4 (ALT): Stranger

TAGS: @gala1981 @whumptober-archive @crash-bump-bring-the-whump @rebelxwriter @expressionless-fr

@fourwingedsnake @whumble-beeee @whumpninja

CWS: language barriers, blood, passing out, caretaking, rescue, male whumpee, female caretaker, male caretaker, nonbinary caretaker, genderfluid caretaker, caretaker x caretaker x caretaker x caretaker.

A/N: Mariano belongs to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump !!! Thanks for letting me borrow your guy!!! He's fun to write :D Also, any spoken sentences that are in italics mean that the characters are talking a different language, just FYI!

ENJOY!

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Hypnosis / Sensory deprivation / "You're still alive in my head." / ALT: Language Barriers

Ayame hated patrols. They were so boring that she had nearly fallen asleep a few times, much to Noboru's dismay. She knew how important it was to protect the village she and the others loved, along with the kingdom of Qawen, but she couldn't help but hew and haw when she was chosen to patrol.

She paced around, her ears opened and her eyes peeled for anything suspicious. The past few days had been peaceful, much to her relief. It had been a hectic week, stopping monsters and bandits from killing innocents and destroying property. She was glad that the Qawen Ninjas had a break. However, she kept glancing around for anything or anyone out to ambush her. There was no time to relax; she had to keep focus right now. It was her job anyway, even though she hated patrolling—

Rustle rustle

She froze in her tracks, turning her head to see where the noise was coming from. The bushes nearby rustled, and Ayame could sense a person from behind them.

She raised her shuriken then, ready to strike, but stopped when the person emerged from the bushes.

Her eyes widened at his condition—matted bloody long hair, one side of his glasses broken, cuts all over his body. Clearly, he was hurt, and needed help.

The man's head was down as he slowly walked, and Ayame noticed a limp as he walked. His clothes were unrecognizable—was he from a faraway land? How did he get here, anyway?

He slowly glanced up, spotting her, before he reached out a shaky hand towards her.

"Help…" he spoke in a different language. A language that Ayame didn't recognize. But she didn't think much of it as she heard voices behind the bushes.

She gritted her teeth, as she grabbed her shurikens once more. There were more people, and they were after this man.

The moment three people emerged from the bushes, she threw the shurikens at their throats. They all fell like sacks of bricks, blood pouring down from their necks. Their weapons, ranging from swords to even axes, fell from their hands as they gurgled. Then, silence.

The man then stumbled on his feet, and collapsed on the ground. Ayame cursed then, rushing forward to kneel down to his level. The man was losing blood. She needed to get him help.

"Noboru! Haruto! Morgan!" Ayame screamed, "Someone's hurt! He needs help!"

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Noboru watched the injured man as he placed another bandage around his arm. From the injuries, Noboru guessed that this man was attacked by bandits, and was severely hurt as he tried to flee.

Noboru could say that he was incredibly lucky Ayame found him.

Ayame watched as her beloved handled the wounds; Haruto was in the kitchen, making some onigiris for the guest in case he was hungry. Morgan was out to get more medicine from the local healer; he would be back in a minute, she said.

"Have you ever seen clothes like that, No-No?" Ayame asked, tilting her head as she watched Noboru continue to clean the man's wounds.

"I do not," Noboru said with a shake of his head, "from the looks of it, he seemed to be from a faraway land."

"Do you think he moved recently? Or a traveler of sorts?"

"I am not sure… but no matter. We must help him."

"But Noboru…" Ayame whispered, not using the pet name she gave him. That caught the other ninja's attention, as he turned to face one of his lovers. "What if this was all a trick? What if he was letting his guard down to—"

"I understand your concerns, Ayame. However, it is our duty to help those in need. You know of this when we decided to help our village and the kingdom."

Ayame stayed silent, a frown forming on her face. While she was wary of this stranger in their home, she knew that Noboru was right. She wouldn't be shirking her duties like that, and she knew that it would hurt Noboru, Haruto, and Morgan if she did so.

Haruto entered the infirmary of their shared home then, holding a tray of onigiris and a cup of water. They smiled slightly—while they couldn't see due to a bandit attack that cost them their eyes, they could still hear their two beloveds' voices here while they were in the kitchen. "In case our guest is hungry," Haruto spoke in a small whisper.

Noboru smiled. "Place it here, beside our guest, love."

Haruto did as Noboru said, moving and setting the tray right beside the unconscious man. "Has our dear Morgan returned yet?"

"Not yet," Noboru said with a sad shake of his head. "He should be back soon, however. I am sure she managed to find the right medicine and salves to help this man."

Haruto nodded, before they sat down beside the unconscious man. They could hear their guest's breathing, and they turned their head to face him. They frowned, still hearing the labored breathing from the stranger.

"Is our guest still alive?" They questioned.

"He is, from what I could see," Noboru answered, also frowning. "The injuries he had sustained were severe, but he managed to survive the encounter with those bandits thanks to Ayame." He shifted into a cross-legged position. "I am not sure why those bandits were after him. But it would be best to help him."

Haruto nodded with a hum, unsure of what to do or say now. While they had similar worries as Ayame, they didn't want to say anything. It would be against the ninja code, after all.

The three heard low groans, and they all turned their heads to face the man. The man's eyes began to open slowly, as his groans grew louder. He blinked once. Then twice. It took him a few minutes before he glanced around the area and his rescuers. He cringed, however, when he felt the back of his neck throbbing.

"Hey," Noboru whispered, noticing the cringing. "It is okay. You are safe now."

The man looked up at Noboru, a confused eyebrow raised. Noboru frowned, realizing what the issue was. This man likely didn't understand what he was saying with his native tongue.

"I-I…" the man whispered in his language. "I'm sorry. I don't have any money…" He attempted to stand from the futon, but gritted his teeth from the pain flaring up everywhere in his body.

"Please do not move too much," Noboru soothed again, placing a hand on his chest to gently push him down. Seeing the wince from him made Noboru realize his mistake, as he quickly removed his hand from there. "You will open your wounds if you keep moving—"

"Hey guys!" A voice called from the other room. "I'm back!"

The four turned to the door, with the man hissing in pain when he did so. In just a second, Morgan walked into the room, holding a bag of medicine in his hands. Upon seeing the guest awake, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good, he's awake."

The man coughed again, covering his mouth in the process. Morgan could see the small trail of blood seeping between his fingers, and his eyes widened.

"H-hurts…" he whispered in his native tongue.

Morgan gave him a pitied look. It seemed like his wounds were more severe than they all thought. "Hey," Morgan whispered in the man's language. The three ninjas glanced at him, shock embedded on their faces. "It's okay. We'll help you."

Noboru glanced at Ayame, who's eyes were wide in shock. Haruto's mouth gaped open in surprise.

Of course, they all came to the same realization—Morgan wasn't from Qawen. He was from Treacia. She would know what this stranger was saying.

The man frowned, his eyes still glazed over due to tiredness. "But I…" he began, "I don't have any money."

Morgan shook its head, a friendly smile on their face. "We don't want money; we helped you because it is our duty to do so."

The other three ninjas listened, with Noboru glancing at the guest. The man was still tense, judging by how his shoulders weren't relaxed in the slightest.

"What's your name, by the way?" Morgan asked, still keeping the friendly smile to ease the man's worries.

The guest eased somewhat, as he answered, "Mariano."

Morgan nodded, humming. "Mariano," he said in the ninjas' native language, before speaking in Mariano's language, "A fine name. Where are you from?"

"...The Plains," Mariano answered, uncertain of why he was being asked so many questions.

"The Plains, I see," Morgan said. "I used to travel there to meet with my family every year."

He approached, before she sat cross-legged in front of Mariano as they placed the bag of medicine beside it. Its smile remained on their face, before they continued, "You're safe here, Mariano. You don't have to worry about anyone hurting you here."

Mariano hummed, blinking a few times before he glanced at the tray of food beside him. He eyed the onigiris warily.

"Those are onigiris, a snack that Qawenians like us eat," Morgan explained, "you should give them a try—of course, if you want to."

Mariano nodded, still wary, as he moved to grab one onigiri. After everything he had gone through today, he was surely hungry. Taking the onigiri, he carefully took a bite out of it. He chewed once, twice, three times, before swallowing.

While his stoic facial expression didn't show it, Morgan could see a twinkle in his eye, before Mariano slowly ate the onigiri small bite by small bite. Morgan smiled then—good, he was eating well.

Once Mariano finished his onigiri, he reached out to grab the cup of water. He studied it for a moment, before he gulped it down. The four ninjas watched him—from the looks of it, it seemed like he was feeling better.

Once Mariano finished his water, Noboru moved to help him lay back down on the futon. Mariano whispered a "thank you" in his native tongue as he settled in the futon.

"Why were those bandits after you, by the way?" Morgan questioned, tilting his head in curiosity.

Mariano, feeling that he could trust these people now, began: "I'm a traveler, and those bandits tried to rob me. I used my magic to kill some of them, but… they outnumbered me. That's when I stumbled upon here." Mariano cringed when pain flared up everywhere in his body. Letting out a grunt of pain, he sunk further in the covers of the futon. "Forgive me."

"What are you apologizing for?" Morgan questioned.

"For burdening you."

Morgan frowned, but shook his head. "There's no need to apologize. We're doing what we can to help people like you."

Mariano sighed, sinking further in the covers until the upper half of his face was exposed. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course," Morgan whispered, "Go ahead and rest, Mariano. The others and I have some duties to attend to. If you need anything, holler, okay?"

Mariano nodded, settling in on the futon. His head throbbed from the day he had, as he fell asleep again.

Morgan stood, and so did the rest of the ninjas, before they left the room. Closing the door, Noboru began asking Morgan, "So Mariano is from the Plains?"

Morgan nodded with a hum. "He said he's a traveler here, and those bandits were after him for money. He said he used magic to kill a few of them, but he was outnumbered before he fled."

"Hold up," Ayame butted in, "Magic? He doesn't have the same ears as a Magical Elf."

"He's from the Plains," Morgan explained, "in the Plains, everyone there knows magic. It's natural that he knows magic even though he's not a Magical Elf."

"What should we do now?" Haruto questioned.

"Mariano is harmless, I can tell," Morgan said. "He can stay until he's better. I'm sure that his family is worried about him."

"A good decision," Noboru said with a nod. He glanced at the door which led to where Mariano was sleeping. "He needs rest for now. Let us carry on our day as usual."

"Just make sure you don't make me patrol again," Ayame quipped with a smirk.

"...I cannot make any promises, Ayame."

#whumptober2024 #altprompt #language barriers #original content #fic #blood #chased #unconscious #my whump stories #rescue #friends' ocs #male whumpee #male caretaker #female caretaker #nonbinary caretaker #genderfluid caretaker #mariano #caretaker x caretaker x caretaker x caretaker

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theemmtropy · 1 year ago

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First Light: A Gale x Tav short fic

Inspired by Hozier's song "First Light", bc Tim Downie put it on his Gale playlist.

Tags: Spoilers for Act 2 of Baldur's Gate 3, Gale x Tav, 2nd person reader, Gender neutral reader, minor violence, see-the-light moment, fr this man is so Tangled coded it's insane

Word count: 616

Also posted on AO3!

You can’t see Gale on the battlefield. Where was he last? You could’ve sworn he had Misty Stepped away to a safe distance, after you’d shouted at him to get clear of the newest wave of Shadow-Cursed enemies. And gods, where is Halsin? The portal won’t last much longer.

As you spin around, cracking down undead with the Blood of Lathander and throwing spells against incorporeal spirits, you catch a glimpse of glittering frost, quickly engulfed by swarming bodies. Through the din, you hear, “Weave save me,” and know that the man you love won’t last much longer without help.

You feel your magic draining- but still, you lurch towards him. The bodies you beat down pile around your feet- but still, you stumble towards him. A shade drains your strength, weakening not just your body, but also your confidence in winning this fight- but still, you keep your eyes on Gale and force your way through. The Shadow-Cursed enemies cringe away from the godly light that your mace casts, but you still have to exert all your might in order to actually defeat them.

Finally, you push back the ghouls enough to stare down at Gale’s beaten, bloody body. The mark on his chest is beginning to glow, and you can tell that he is fading. Dropping to one knee, you rifle through your satchel for a healing potion. Nothing. Desperately, you reach for his satchel, and a sob of relief leaves your lips as you pull out a basic potion of healing; it’s not much, but it’s enough to save him. You pull the cork from the bottle, grasp his chin, and pour the liquid into his mouth with as much gentleness as your battle-weary hands can manage.

He sputters, choking down the potion, and you see his eyelids flutter, but there is no time for relief: you hear yet another wave of enemies approaching, and with newfound resolve, you rise. Standing over Gale’s semi-conscious body, you ready the Blood of Lathander. It’s a weapon that you ordinarily wouldn’t take with you, but today, you knew that it was imperative that any Shadow-Cursed enemy feel the full might of the sun. And so, with the light of the gods in your hands, and the light of your life at your feet, you take your stand.

Gale cracks his eyes open, the familiar taste of a healing potion greeting him as he returns to consciousness. His vision is blurry, his mind slowly clearing of fog as he remembers where he is. As his eyes find focus, the sight of you- bloody and enraged and screaming- is like something out of a myth. You stand over him, the shining mace held high in one hand, bursts of magic shooting out from the other. Gale can’t help but feel like you’ve been blessed by Lathander, like you’re the rising sun, shining your first light on these bleak, cold lands.

Gale has danced through the stars, but never before has he fallen in love with the sun.

And then, with no warning, all fighting ceases. The Shadow-Cursed enemies either crumple to the ground, or vanish completely. Gale sits up slowly, craning his head to see that Halsin has returned with Thaniel, the portal vanishing behind them.

You are exhausted, chest heaving and mace hanging by your side, but seeing Gale’s movement, you drop down to your knees, straddling his body, and take his face in your hands. “Next time,” he starts, trying to catch his breath, “I’ll get well out of the fray of-”

You cut him off with a desperate kiss, Lathander’s mace laying forgotten by your side. The only blessing you need right now is Gale.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #gale x tav #gale x reader #my stuff #bg3 fanfiction

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ma-lark-ey · 8 months ago

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Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months ago

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Hey hey heyyyy, ik its been a hit minute since you wrote for Free! But I have a headcannon in mind so you can decide whether to write for it or not!

It’s mostly lee!ikuya and ler!natsuya cause i love them. When they’re together, they do lots of stuff as a way to build their brotherly bond. This time it’s baking. But when Ikuya purposely slapped a ton of flour onto Natsuya, that’s when chaos ensues.

kkjaejkrajkerjkejkr It has been a MINUTE fr!!! I love this so much- the Kirishima brothers are such darlings! I've gotcha covered, anon!

“Okay, now we need- Natsuya!” Ikuya fumed when another caramel was stolen from the bowl, his brother’s eyes twinkling as he popped it in his mouth. “If you keep eating those, we won’t have enough for the cookies!”

“We have so many! Besides, these are like- the best caramels you can get! In a way, it’s your fault for buying them.”

Ikuya felt his eye twitch- glaring at his brother savoring his stolen treat. When he was sure Natsuya finished it off, he reached into the bag of flour.

“What are you- whoa!” The brunette yelped when his chest was suddenly dusted, white flour spreading in the pattern of a messy handprint on his favorite shirt.

Silence, the brother’s looking at each other as the reality of what Ikuya did settled.

“So that’s how it is?” Natsuya laughed, reaching into the sugar with devious intent. Ikuya lost all sense of fight seeing what was coming.

“Natsu- don’t throw that, we’ll get ANTS-” Ikuya yelped as he tried to run, thrown off balance at the feeling of a handful of sugar hitting him. Seconds later, he was wrestled to the ground by his brother, already giggling.

“What? Ants? Man- you’re right Ikuya! Look, they're all over you!” Natsuya chided, sticking his hands up his brother’s hoodie and pinching at his skin. “Hang on, I'll get em! There's one- oh, there’s another! And another! Wow you’re covered in them!”

“Gehahahahhahahah! Nahahahtsuhuuhhuya! Naahhahatsuya stahahhaap thahahahat! Aheahahhhahah!” Ikuya squealed, kicking his feet and shoving at his brother’s hands. “Gehehhehet ohohohohoff!”

“What, I’m just helping you! Why- did you get some in your pants? Hang on-” Natsuya turned back with a grin, squeezing Ikuya’s thighs. That got a reaction. “Oh man, there must be tons here! Hang on- I’ll get them!”

“GHEHAHAHA NAHHAHAHTSUHUHUUYA!” Ikuya squealed for mercy, cheeks on fire as he tried grabbing at his brother’s shirt. “CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOUT THEHEHEHRE GOOHOHOOOHNE!”

“You sure? Well- you’d know best.” The brunette cackled as he turned back to Ikuya, ruffling his hair as he pulled them off the floor. “Come on- let’s make those cookies!”

By the weekend, Ikuya found ants in their kitchen.

"Ehgh."

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

#Puffs #headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #free!#natsuya kirishima #ikuya kirishima #brothers #sillies #they're dorks your honor

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poisonioushearts · 1 year ago

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Sealed Fate

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors, angst

Synopsis/tags: An oracle is involved, speak of fate, the music box isn't working..., angst, death, mentions of blood, no comfort, reader could be esper or non-esper, organization not mentioned, established relationship, ooc?, ending is up to interpretation ig

Notes: (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠), kinda feels all over the place but I had an idea and wanted to get it down, @rondisesss lit the lightbulb in this idea fr

You loved him even though he wasn't a good person.

Because he wasn't a good person, it cost you a lot in the past.

But you didn't care because he was good to you.

He cared. He protected you. He went almost everywhere with you. He loved you.

So when you saw him about to be attacked you didn't hesitate in pushing him out of the way, feeling a sharp pain in your back.

Your bodies collided to the grassy forest floor before rolling a few feet.

Panting you looked at the man beside you. Even as you mind was clouded with thoughts...you still marveled as his beauty.

He stood and offered a hand to you effectively pulling you to your feet. You stood beside him ready to fight. He was a little in front of you, his protective nature kicking in.

You coughed. Your stomach ached, but you still braced yourself to fight.

Then you braced yourself for the fall. Knees shaking, head pounding.

You pressed your hands to your stomach to aid the aching pain, but when you glimpsed your hand you realized it was covered in a dark red.

The creature attacked but Yamato blocked it, and you backed away knowing that fighting would be useless in this state.

After all, you recalled the events that flashed in your mind. The ones the Oracle told you.

Your fate was sealed, and about to be delivered.

You debated calling out to your lover, but you didn't want him to get harmed. So you leaned against a nearby tree and tried to keep your droopy eyes open.

A loud crash rang in your ears. The creature was defeated.

Yamato turned and saw your form, knees shaking, your head hung down. Hands pressed to your stomach.

His heart dropped and he rushed to you. He spoke but it was just muffled when you tried to listen.

But you did hear the anger in his voice when he said, "No...how? That Oracle said that we'd live longer and-"

You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, "I lied. The Oracle spoke of our love...but I left out my death." You said with shaky breath, "I'm sorry."

His hands gripped yours, not minding the blood that stained his face. He shook his head. He was frustrated. Not at you but at life. How could it be so cruel? You were supposed to be together forever.

He was in heavy denial. Pulling out the music box he played a familiar melody. "Stay awake." He pleaded, "Stay...come on!" His tone was harsh, but it cracked. You knew he wanted the best for you.

"I'm sorry...I'm tired..." Leaning into his arms you smiled, "I love you." Then you went limp in his arms.

The music box dropped to the ground, but didn't break. How come the music box did everything he wanted to...up until this point? When he didn't want he needed.

He shook. He needed you. He needed you. He can't live without you. He won't live without you.

"I'll see you again my love."

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#dislyte #x reader #gender neutral reader #dislyte yamato #yamato x reader #yamato #angst #angst no comfort #death #tw: death #tw: bl00d #ending is up to interpretation #dislyte x reader #established relationship

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between-two-fandoms · 7 months ago

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Okay, I'm slowly getting obsessed with Eddie and Josh. I feel like they're the ultimate drama/gossip queers; they work at dispatch, Eddie loves telenovelas and Josh watches The Bachelor. If something is happening at the dispatch center, Josh and Eddie know first like a hound after a fox. I'm imagining them standing at the doorway to the break room, matching judgy faces and stances, each holding a coffee and exchanging the latest News.

How do you think their dynamic goes at work? If they're Those Gay Best Friends at work, do u think that changes once they get together? Do people notice, or is it like six months later and the rest of dispatch learns they're together because Eddie's leaving work and gives Josh a lil kiss goodbye? I'd love to hear your thoughts, I'm falling in love with this ship 💞

Okay first things first: WELCOME TO RIAZ. I've seen Jeddie used as their ship name before, but I like Riaz better so I call them Riaz. They've slowly taken over my every waking thought. I'm writing an entire AU for them, but it's taking me longer than I thought. Also, I hope this answers your ask? I kind of started rambling and lost my train of thought three different times in the process of typing this out.

Second thing second: I hc Eddie finds out he's gay at the start of s5, so he's trying to adjust to the whole I-Have-A-Hot-Boyfriend-Who-Kisses-Me-In-Public-Thing on top of discovering his sexuality. He still isn't out yet but he doesn't want to shove Josh back in the closet. Josh wants to see if there's something worth fighting for between them so they compromise. Eddie gives himself one month to come out to people, and Josh decides to stay.

Throughout that first month, there are stolen kisses in secluded hallways and corners at the call center. Make out sessions in janitorial closets that Josh happens to have keys for.

Eddie finds himself upstairs when Josh is in full Floor Manager mode, watching his boyfriend work with the most adoration in his eyes. Hot Floor Manager Boyfriend really gets Eddie going tbh. (Sir you are not subtle Sue Blevins and Linda have eyes). Something something he has a thing about not needing to be the 'man' of their relationship something something. Eddie is mesmerized by how smoothly Josh takes over rough calls or takes control of the floor when he needs to. How he effortlessly commands the mutual respect of his coworkers and does his job with seamless perfection every time. He falls more for him every day and every day it becomes harder to force himself to not pull his very handsome dispatcher boyfriend close for a big, messy, kiss in the middle of the floor chaos. (Really Eddie, even Maddie isn't as blind as you think she be fr you eyefuck your boyfriend whenever he does Hot Dispatcher Stuff).

Josh is lighter and happier. He's taking better care of himself. He feels more centered when Eddie's in the room. (Maddie's not blind bestie she sees you giggling and kicking your feet). When he can see Eddie's okay Josh breathes easier. Josh starts seeking Eddie out first (he explains some of his trauma from the mugging and Eddie is content to wait until Josh feels comfortable with the physical affection stuff). Eddie waits at first for Josh to reach for him, then he starts letting his fingers brush the back of Josh's neck. Josh's fingers brush along Eddie's bicep. Soft and tender touches meant just for them. Once they start they can't keep their hands off each other for long.

It gets more obvious as the month goes on. There's more kissing that happens in places where people could easily find them (May walks around a corner, sees them kissing, and immediately turns on her heel to go back in the direction she came), Eddie becomes more confident in himself, in his first relationship with a man. Josh rests his hand on Eddie's thigh under the break room table, a reassuring weight for him to ground himself.

Eddie seeks Josh out just as much, if not more. He craves the physical affection, he loves that Josh holds him like he's something worth cherishing. He needs to feel that they're both okay. That it's real. That Josh isn't going anywhere. That he wasn't scared off by how damaged Eddie was. That it's okay for Eddie to have things he needs and for it to not be selfish. It's okay for him to want things for himself. He does want this; he wants Josh Russo.

#ren answers #josh russo #eddie diaz #riaz #josh x eddie #i think about them too much #ask me more about them

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Okay I’m a few days late but I keep seeing posts about the Glorious 25th of May and I need to go on a ramble about it and Night Watch as a whole, because I only recently read it and I’m a historian of revolutionary politics and this kind of shit is my jam so hard. So! Major spoilers for Night Watch (and some of the other Guards’ Discworld books) under the cut - be warned...!

I love love love the Glorious 25th of May and the events of the Revolution in Night Watch. My area of expertise in my real life is late-eighteenth century and nineteenth century Revolutionary European politics, so everything from the French Revolution up to and beyond the Springtime of the Peoples and the Revolutions of 1848. I loved what was written of revolutionary politics in previous Guards books, like what we hear of Stoneface Vimes in the anti-monarchial Revolution in Feet of Clay. Night Watch is especially exicting to me as it captures exquisitely how revolutions actually progress, and I love that about it.

Because all historical revolutions are, well, historical, we have a tendency to view them with a certain fixed course - after all, they did go a certain way. However, it’s important to remember that, for the people on the ground, they didn’t know where they were going, and so often it was just ad hoc reaction and improvisation. I don’t think many of the people who stormed the Bastille in 1789 would have known that in 1793 they’d execute the King. And that’s the thing: we tend to look at Revolutions like single instances of radical expression, but they’re usually long term, continuous events. They change and shift, becoming more or less extreme as events unfold.

And that’s why I love the Glorious 25th of May and the Treacle Mine Road Republic. The time travel aspect is especially poignant here because Vimes knows how things went because he was there once, but this is a new timeline, and he’s constantly aware that things could go differently if he’s not careful. Through his narration, we are also constantly reminded that no one really intended for things to turn out how they did - most of the events that led to the big revolution in the Shades were only accidentally influential. Everything from the Particulars to the Morpork Street Conspiracy even to the barricades was just people reacting to chance and circumstances. Sure, people like Reg Shoe, Rosie Palm, Madame and the various conspirators dreamed of a better city, a city without Lord Winder, but most of the people manning the barricades on the Glorious 25th were just people who lived there, people who were swept up in the fervour - people who, when the armistice is announced, go back to being normal people, taking their furniture home.

The expansion of the barricades really captures this. It often seems to me that Revolutions are a kind of living social organism that spread. In Europe, the French Revolution (both the one in 1789 and the other one in 1848) inspired other Revolutions. They spread. In Ankh-Morpork, the barricades were just meant to protect Treacle Mine Road, but they get physically pushed out by enthusiastic revolutionaries, caught up in the tide - people who are suddenly energised to push the Revolution further than it was ever originally intended. And, of course, in the real world as in Ankh-Morpork, sometimes this pushing has bad outcomes: people die, revolutionary hopes are betrayed, battles are fought and maybe things don’t change as much as was desired.

I said to my girlfriend once that, I think if magic is real, there’s a kind of magic in the Crowd or the Mob. There’s a way that, when lots and lots of people get together for a common cause, the Crowd becomes its own, emergent entity. If you’ve made it through my ramble this far and would like to read more, I’d highly recommend looking for scholarly articles about the Crowd or the Mob in the 18th or 19th century. ‘Hibernian Sans-Culottes? Dublin's Artisans and Radical Politics, 1790-1798‘ by Timothy Murtagh in La Révolution française might not be a bad place to start, if I may be so bold.

But anyway, that’s besides the point. The point is, the Glorious 25th of May might be a fake revolution in a fake city, but it’s the perfect analogue for real revolutions that happened in real cities. If you were ever wondering why X Revolution went the way it did, maybe you can look to the things Vimes sees, thinks and does in Night Watch, and maybe it will help make it a little clearer.

And if you’ve made it this far, congrats! Please do send me asks about my thoughts on this as a historian if you want, I’d love the opportunity to ramble some more.

#discworld #night watch #the glorious 25th of may #treacle mine road republic #I hope this is in any way coherent

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aemondapologistfrfr · 5 months ago

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Dethrone - Chapter 11

Summary: On a royal tour to celebrate their betrothal Aemond and Viktorya make some strong allies. They will be in Sunspear, Oldtown, Highgarden, and Lannisport treating with the Lords and Ladies. They only have a couple more stops on their tour before they’re wed and can’t seem to wait to enjoy each other.

Warnings: 18+, handjob, mention of murder, fingering, swearing, Jason Lannister, possessive-ish Aemond?

Authors Note: no bc I’m fr going to finish this fic soon

Word Count: 4.9??

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We leave Storms End well before the castle is awake to start our next journey. The sun is barely cresting over the horizon when we make it to the Sea of Dorne. The air starts to get warmer the more south we go. I take off my flight jacket once the sun starts rising higher.

Vaelys playfully flies around causing me to laugh. She flies low and drags her feet in the sea causing a splash to surround us. She flies low to the water and quickly snaps fish out of the water leisurely snacking. She returns to Aemond and Vhagar once she’s satisfied and I turn and wave to Aemond. He’s leaning back lounging in his saddle and turns to smile at me and wave.

We finally make it over land and make our way to Sunspear. We fly around the coastal city taking in its beauty. We see a place marked out for us to land and we start our descent. Once our dragons meet solid ground the cheering begins from the masses. Aemond and I quickly unhook our bags and come down to solid ground and stand before our dragons.

Vaelys and Vhagar give out cry in greeting making the crowds cheer even louder. I walk over to Aemond and he takes my hand in his. Our bags are immediately being picked up and brought to carts by servants. A man with beautifully tanned skin walks to us with his arms open.

“Dorne welcomes you! We’re honored to be hosting you both.” Prince Qoren Martell greets us loudly over the crowd slightly bowing his head.

“The honor is ours.” Aemond hums and we both bow back to the Prince.

“Come let’s get you both inside.” Prince Qoren smiles and ushers us over to a carriage covered with flowing linen.

The three of us climb in and sink into the seats. I can’t help but push the curtain to the sides to take in the new scenery. The people are all waving and pushing just to get a glimpse of us.

“You have a beautiful home.” I hum in adoration turning to look at Prince Qoren.

“Coming from you, I take that as the highest compliment.” he smiles warmly, eyes crinkling.

We slowly make our way through the gates to the Keep and exit at the front doors to yet another crowd to greet us. We’re shown to our chambers for the next fortnight. Our bags have already been brought up. The servant tells us he’ll be with us for our stay and to ask our guards for him if we are to be in need of anything.

We find a sealed parchment that includes our itinerary for the next fortnight and I’m delighted to see there are days we have completely free to explore and relax.

I slip on a sky blue dress of light, breezy fabric. The neckline plunges almost down to my navel and is held together by thin silver chains. There is a long piece of fabric almost cape like that flows behind of me. Aemond wears a similar shade of blue as a loose top that is untied at the top to allow air flow. We leisurely fix each others hair and glide out to the balcony to take in the city once more.

“This is how we’re supposed to be treated, my love.” Aemond hums hugging me from behind.

We make our way out of our chambers and our guard escorts us down to the main hall. We are greeted by Qoren and he’s standing next to a beautiful woman who I’m assuming is his wife.

“I hope your accommodations are to your liking.” Qoren smiles pulling his wife to his side.

“They’re breathtaking. Thank you both for allowing us to stay with you.” I say smiling warmly.

“Thank you both for coming to visit us down here in Sunspear.” she says returning my smile.

We walk slowly in the heat to a covered villa outside to enjoy the weather. We lounge back in a day bed and allow the sea breeze to wash over us. Aemond brushes the hair out of my face and gives me a lazy kiss. We all lounge in comfortable silence as the warm breeze kisses us.

“I hope the itinerary was acceptable.” Qoren hums lying back and resting his eyes.

“Certainly. I also appreciate the free days we have to soak in the beauty of Dorne.” I can’t help my smile that appears again.

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The first week here goes by quickly. We attend meetings with the Prince and Princess to see how they run their court. They are both very welcoming and offer us advice as well. They’re not afraid to ask for help and offer suggestions to us that we can use once we return to Kings Landing.

They both give us knowing looks throughout the week that they seem to understand what this tour truly is. We all get along so well we might be the first rulers to have such a close relationship with Dorne. We invited them to Dragonstone for the ceremony and they were absolutely delighted and said they wouldn’t miss it.

Qoren sets up training sessions so Aemond and I can learn Dornish sword dancing. We’ve also been given access to their great library to see their collection. We express our gratitude for being allowed so many amazing opportunities while visiting.

On our first free day Aemond and I take to the streets to mingle with the people. The streets here are cleaner and more well kept than Kings Landing. It gives us ideas on how we can further improve our city when we rule.

We intently listen to the people and they mostly have praise for their rulers and house. The people seem so content and relaxed here. We walk hand in hand down the street and stop when we’re approached and enter friendly conversations.

Aemond has truly come out of his shell here. He’s been initiating conversations with the people and even playing with the children in the streets. My heart is filled to the brim with love and adoration seeing him be so carefree and happy.

“My love.” Aemond returns to me smiling widely.

I hum cupping his face and bringing it to mine in a chaste kiss. We walk back to the castle to start preparing for our last dinner here. It’s bittersweet knowing we leave in the morning. I’m excited to see the rest of the seven kingdoms but Dorne has truly been such a gift.

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I change into a white dress of cascading fabric. There are deep cuts up the side of my leg that travel to my hip. The sleeves are open and flow around my arms in the breeze. Aemond places a delicate silver diadem on my head and looks at me with eyes full of love.

“My beautiful Queen.” he kisses my forehead softly.

We leisurely make our way to the dining hall and are greeted by a full room. There’s thunderous cheers as we enter and walk to the head of the table by Qoren and his wife. We take our seats as Qoren rises and raises his chalice.

“On the morrow we will be saying farewell to our lovely guests. I would like to extend an everlasting invitation to visit Dorne whenever you two please.” he smiles down to us. “Let’s wish them well on their marriage,” Qoren cheers as the room combusts.

The dining hall is filled with laughter and life. Aemond and I enjoy this last dinner and soak it all in. Once dinner closes we walk back up to our chambers and begin to pack. When everything is all packed the servants come and collect them to bring down to our dragons to prepare us for our early flight.

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We’re hours into our flight to Oldtown and I’m slowly getting stir crazy. I know Aemond said this flight would probably be around twelve hours but it’s already felt like a month. I call across to him through the sky and ask if we can stop for a bit.

“My love if we stop it will take even longer.” he calls across to me making me groan.

I lean back and try to relax and let my mind drift off. Vaelys shares my sentiment about the long flight and quickly whips down towards the ground causing me to yelp. She twists back up into a tight spiral letting out a loud screech. I hold tight to the reins as she goes to dive again and I begin to laugh wildly. Vhagar lets out a growl and Vaelys slowly levels out with her once more grumbles.

From off in the distance I can start to see the hightower. I sigh in relief as we quickly approach. Vaelys doesn’t waste time making a circle around this city and goes to land at what looks to be a small dragon pit. I quickly take my bags and slide down off the saddle. I hear another dragon softly chuffing from within the pits piquing my curiousity.

I slowly start to stretch out my legs and my arms when Aemond comes up behind of me and wraps his arms around my waist. He gives me a quick kiss on the neck as he grabs my bags.

“Allow me my prince.” an older servant says grabbing our bags. “Your brother should-“ his brother?

“Aemond!” a younger boy comes running towards us. He has the bright white hair and piercing violet eyes that mark him as family.

“Brother.” Aemond says looking him up and down.

“Pleasure to meet you.” I smile trying to hide my confusion. I wasn’t aware he had another brother, I’m thankful he’s younger at least.

“Please princess, the pleasure is mine. I’m Daeron.” he says reaching for my hand to kiss it. “I hope the journey went well for the both of you?” he asks looking to both of us with a smile plastered on his face.

“It was quite long.” I yawn covering my mouth.

“Indeed.” Aemond hums.

“Please let me show you to your chambers.” Daeron says almost as if he just remembered as he walks us towards his carriage.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” I smile warmly.

“In the morning is when they will have the greetings and the celebration and all of that for you both. They figured you both would want to retire quickly after traveling so long and far. We’ll have food and drinks brought up to you so you both can relax.” Daeron explains on the way to the castle.

“Thank you for allowing us the night to rest.” Aemond says voice still clipped.

The rest of the ride has palpable tension and I cannot wait to get to our chambers. I have no idea why Aemond is so cranky. I’m thankful the celebrations start tomorrow because he is in no state to be around others. I’m positive if they wouldn’t have properly greeted us on the morrow we would have left the following day.

I understand his frustrations and I share them as well, but we must be strategic. Hopefully being in Oldtown will allow us both a chance to just breathe and be for two weeks. Maybe he can reconnect with his brother since I’m sure they don’t see each other often.

“Come my love.” Aemond whispers pulling me from my thoughts. He holds a hand out to me as we’ve already made it to the main doors and they’re out of the carriage.

We make it to our chambers quickly and the trunks that travel ahead of us are here. Daeron excuses himself and tells us not to hesitate to ask the guard to get us something. As he promised food and drinks are brought up shortly after we settle in. We pick at the food in silence and I wish Aemond would just speak his mind.

“Why are you so upset my King?” I ask searching his face.

“I just feel like there is so much pressure on this tour going well and what if I fuck it up?” he says looking to me. “I’ve already had us abandon Stormsend and now we’re not greeted here and I can barely contain my anger at how audacious it is. What if no one cares who we are and we truly are just parading around?” he starts to spiral down burying his face in his hands.

“Hey, hey this is only our third stop.” I murmur softly walking over to hug him from behind as he sits. “I said we can kill Lord Borros. His people like us and trust us. That is a success and we got to look around. Dorne adored us. Oldtown is ours. Ormund is starting celebrations tomorrow. We are doing amazing and you’re not giving yourself enough credit.” I reassure him squeezing him tighter.

“Thank you my love. You’re right.” Aemond breathes out hugging my arms around him.

“Let me help you relax.” I whisper into his ear.

I take off his eyepatch and start to unbraid his hair and slowly brush it out. He hums in satisfaction ask I rake my nails over his scalp. He leans back and I see his shoulders visibly relax. I turn his head with my fingers and capture his lips with mine.

We slowly pull apart both heavily breathing. I grab his hand and guide him to the bed. I slowly remove his riding jacket and pants so he’s just left in his underwear. He helps me undress and grabs the first slip he can find for me to sleep in.

Aemond slips into bed and I cuddle into his side. I bring his face down to mine so our lips can meet once more. I bring my hand to his chest and slowly rake my nails down his chest making him groan. My hand reaches his waistband and my fingers ghost around the edge.

My hand dips under and I find him hard and leaking. My fingers quickly wrap around him and give a few experimental pumps. I use my thumb to collect droplets of come to help offer less resistance.

“My love,” he grunts into my neck. “You don’t have to.” he pants wrapping his hand around mine.

“I want to.” I reply kissing his jaw batting away his hand with my other.

I continue pumping him and give small squeezes around his base and tip. I speed up my hand and his hips start shuttering as he loses control. I continue kissing down his jaw until I make my way to his neck and begin sucking and biting.

“Viktorya, please,” his whine barely audible as he fucks himself up into my hand.

“Let go.” I whisper into his neck as my hand speeds up.

His hips begin jerking on their own accord in my hand. I slowly start squeezing more and soon he’s bursting across my hand panting heavily. When I look up to him his face is flushed but more relaxed. I bring my hand up to my mouth and slowly lick my fingers to taste him.

“You’re perfect, my love.” he groans watching me with low lids as I clean my fingers.

He pulls me into a fierce kiss that leaves me breathless. We pull apart and I cuddle into his side as he pulls the covers over us. He whispers words of adoration to me as we both fall asleep.

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The celebration goes perfectly and everyone is in high spirits. We’re brought through the town and the masses cheer and wave at us. We end at the Sept where we are blessed before thousands.

Our time in Oldtown is slow and easy. We don’t attend as many meetings or do too much strategic planning. The Hightower’s are our allies indefinitely thanks to Alicent. This stop has offered us true relaxation where we both just lounge around and read.

Aemond has been able to reconnect with Daeron and we have been spending a lot of time with him. He and his dragoon are thankful to have others to fly with and we try to go out with them at least once a day. Daeron expresses his hope to come home in the near future and be around the family again and we offer him support to make that happen.

We spend most of our last week here in the great library reading in each other’s presence. We’ve also had the opportunity to discuss our plans for the rest of the progress. This chance to plan ahead gives us both peace of mind and ready to take on the rest of the seven kingdoms.

Oldtown has been a relaxing stop, but I’m ready for more planning and plotting. Our trunks have already been packed and shipped off to Lannisport to be received by us. I’m thankful our trip to Highgarden is short and won’t take but a couple of hours from here.

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I’m absolutely speechless as we approach Highgarden. It’s breathtaking with all its levels of gardens. I will insist I have a full day to explore all of the gardens if I must. Vaelys slowly glides around Highgarden and doesn’t hesitate to circle more than once to gaze upon the greenery for herself. If it looks this beautiful from above I’m sure it looks even more spectacular in them.

We land just outside the gates in a patch of grass marked for our dragons to stay and relax. Our bags are quickly received and brought onto a cart and ushered through the gates. Lord Lyonel Tyrell greets us warmly and offers us both fresh flower crowns.

We take a seat in an open carriage as we’re carted through the city. The people wave and we offer them warm smiles and waves as we make our way to the castle. Once at the castle Aemond gets out and offers me his hand to step down. We’re introduced to our guard for the next week and brought to our chambers to change and get ready for our first official meeting here.

“I didn’t think anywhere would top Dorne for me.” I hum pulling out a sage dress.

“It is quite beautiful here.” Aemond agrees.

My dress hugs my body and fans out at the bottom. The neckline plunges between my breasts in a sharp V. The sleeves are short and hang off my shoulders like vines down to my elbows.

“You’re breathtaking.” Aemond whispers as his hands ghost around my hips.

“Later.” I turn smiling, giving him a quick kiss before I walk to our chambers to go to the meeting.

Aemond follows and intertwines our fingers and we’re lead down to the main hall. Even the inside of this castle is a work of art. I’m blown away by the architecture and I’m certain I could spend my whole week here just admiring its beauty and still not make it out of the main hall.

“Welcome my Prince and Princess. Highgarden is delighted to have you both here for the week.” Lyonel says sincerely.

“Thank you for having us in your beautiful home.” I return his smile.

“Indeed, I think my betrothed may just try and find a way to stay here in your gardens.” Aemond chuckles at my side.

“Highgarden would be blessed to have such beauty sneaking about.” Lyonels smile widens even more at the praise for his home.

Lyonel leads us to his council chambers and begins to discuss our plans for the next week. I didn’t even have to ask to have a day in the city with the people and the gardens because he’s offered us three days to do as we please.

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Today is the first day we have free to finally explore the gardens. I wake Aemond up early by peppering kisses all over his face. He gives me a low chuckle and pulls me into an embrace. We’re tangled in the sheets and he starts playfully kissing my neck.

“Aem get up,” I whine trying to get out of his arms. “I wish to see the gardens with you.” I try pulling him out of bed with me.

“Yes, how could I forget.” he groans out stretching.

When he finally gets out of our bed I give him a quick kiss and begin to get dressed. I slip on a soft pink dress that flows around me. Aemond wears a loose white shirt along with blue pants. We walk out of our chambers hand in hand and lazily walk to the gardens.

We make our way to the first garden and I’m in absolute awe. I pull Aemond to all of the flowers that catch my eye and he follows me faithfully. He listens intently to my words of adoration and takes mental notes on which ones are my favorite.

We make our way to a private gazebo and lounge on the chairs in the as breeze cools us off. We don’t linger too long and make our way to the next level of gardens once we reach the top of the stairs the breath is stolen from me.

This level of gardens includes intricate water details. Aemond takes the lead on our walk because I can’t seem to pick which direction I want to go in. We stop at a pond that has beautifully colored koi gliding through the water. Even the pond plants are beautiful.

We spend the rest of our afternoon strolling through the gardens content in each others company. When night falls around us we make our way to the top gardens and lounge on a couch in each others embrace. We gaze upon the stars for hours.

“I love you.” Aemond whispers breaking the silence.

“I love you.” I smile turning my head towards him.

“In under two turns of the moon we’ll be bound to each other forever.” he says giving me a soft kiss.

“Forever may not be long enough for me.” I whisper against his lips.

Aemond pulls me to him and just holds me. We sit there for a while just holding each other and offering small words of love. Once it gets too cold we slowly make our way down the stairs and back to our chambers.

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On our last night here we share an intimate dinner with Lord Lyonel and his wife. They offer us words of support and praise. We extend an invitation to them to attend our ceremony on Dragonstone and they were delighted.

We talk well after the meal is done and share stories and ideas. I may have to get Aemond to make me my own personal garden modeled after Highgarden once we return to Kings Landing. We soon retire to our chambers to finish up packing and get some rest before our flight tomorrow.

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We fly leisurely to Lannisport, keeping to the coast to enjoy the waters. The air is warm and the sun is high casting our shadows over the water. The city is bathed in golden sunlight as we approach and we land outside the gates.

Lord Jason Lannister is waiting for us once we get off our dragons. Servants grab our bags quickly and are gone before we can even offer a thanks. Jason smiles and approaches us.

“I can never get enough of Targaryen beauty.” Jason groans looking me over.

“Easy,” I whisper to Aemond who is currently seething. “You honor me Lord Jason. We are delighted to spend the week with you.” I smile politely as I grab Aemonds hand.

“The honor is mine, my Princess,” his eyes follow the curves of my body. “And Prince.” Jason offers never looking to Aemond.

“Might we be shown to our chambers? I would like the freshen up.” I ask hoping to get us out of this situation.

“Yes, of course.” He escorts us over to carriage.

The ride to the castle is full of Jason listening to himself talk. He insists on showing us to our chambers himself and shows us all the amenities of our chambers. I would consider this an apartment from how large and luxurious this is. Regardless of how Jason has been acting he certainly has not fallen short in our accommodations.

“Thank you Lord Jason. We will be down within the hour.” Aemond cuts off another one of Jason’s tangents and he promptly leaves.

“My love,” I start once the doors are shut.

“Does he not know you’re mine?” he asks through his teeth.

“Maybe he’s just really friendly?” I offer grimacing.

“The way he looks at you like that in front of me, of all people, is bold.” Aemond shakes his head in disbelief.

“I’m yours and no one else’s.” I assure walking over to him. “From now until the moon and stars fall out of the sky.” I pull him into a tight hug.

Aemond holds me tight as his heart beat settles. He takes a deep breath and we slowly pull apart. He looks down at me intensely and pulls me back to him again. I chuckle and give him a squeeze of my own.

“Aemond I promise no one will take me away from you.” I say slightly muffled by his chest.

“I should kill him where he stands for even looking at you. I could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his face.” He starts to rile himself up again.

“My love-“ I’m cut off by his lips crashing into mine.

Aemond has me a complete mess on the bed in minutes. He’s relentless with his tongue and fingers which has me loosing track of time. I’m gasping for breath as his tongue continues its assault. There’s a sudden knock at the door and Aemond slams his fingers into me harshly.

“Aemond, yes yes, please,” I whine over and over between moans.

Aemond chuckles into my core and I come burying my hand in his hair. He slowly lifts himself up and wipes his face a bit, smiling ear to ear. He pulls a blanket over me and goes and opens the door. Standing on the other side is a blushing Jason Lannister.

“It has been well past an hour.” Jason says clearing his throat.

“Apologies,” Aemond says bored. “We got a bit distracted.” he smirks over his shoulder at me.

“Celebrations are about to begin and it would make sense to have our guests of honor in attendance.” Jason says with a clipped tone.

“Mm, indeed. We’ll be down shortly.” Aemond says over his shoulder as he shuts the door in his face.

“Aemond,” I hiss as I get up from the bed. “We are supposed to be cordial with him.” I roll my eyes at him as I grab my bag to get a gown.

“I will be now that he knows you’re mine.” he hums changing into a black top and black trousers.

I change into a black dress to match with him. It has gold details along the neckline as well as down the sleeves. The entire back is open and is tied together at the top with two golden strings that dangle down my spine. As we exit our chambers Aemond keeps a hand on my exposed lower back the entire time.

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Tensions have soothed a bit in the past couple of days. Aemond has been glued to my side our entire stay here and I don’t mind his possessiveness. Jason keeps most of the conversations to Aemond and rarely addresses me anymore. It’s was disheartening at first but I find I can be just as cunning in the shadows as well.

I take notice of everything that is and isn’t said. I look at people’s body language and watch their eyes. Being able to pick up on these little gestures allow me and Aemond to know where to target to be most beneficial.

We were only offered two days to do as we please here which I didn’t mind too much. We mostly just went to the shops and talked with the people. This city reminded me so much of King Landing that it didn’t make it that special to me. It was beautiful in architecture but nothing that was breathtaking.

We extend an invitation to our wedding to Jason, as we’ve decided we’ll offer one to all of the houses. He accepts the invitation and will send word of his decision to Dragonstone. We won’t be let down if he doesn’t show up, although it would be nice to know that we can count on him as an ally if needed.

We pack up and go to bed early. We’re both ready to leave Lannisport not finding it particularly interesting. Once we both wake and change we head to our dragons and take off towards Pyke.

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pokemenlovingmen · 2 years ago

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Hello! I just read the thing I requested and I LOVE IT!!! While reading, I was thinking about how tall S/O compared to Ingo would be. I live for tall s/o fr and dw! I love it when the story is long, it just gets me motivated to read more! so while I still have the chance, can I request tall, extremely calm, and works at the subway masc s/o with Ingo and Emmet? (it can be poly, Not blank shipping ofc) - 🚆Anon

man y’all REALLY want to have a

relationship huh?

I mean… me too though.

I love it, let’s do it!! I just think these pokeguys have had plenty of time to tower over people… if no one is cooking up big spoon reader content, then I’ll do it myself!

Thank you very much for your request, I love the train men haha. And I’m also very glad you enjoyed my previous piece I made for you!! You’re so kind. I’m still very much feeling my way around, trying to figure out what I want from this blog, and y’all have been so sweet. It’s why I feel bad not writing as frequently as I could! I love you guys, my fellow gay yearners out there, y’all are my brothers lmao. I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last! (And maybe one day I’ll figure out not just how long I want my actual posts to be, but these intros as well. Too much free space for me to ramble in lmfaooo.) Since you said S/O, I’m going to write this as an established relationship! Also the submas are written as autistic because I’m autistic and I make the rules. Thouuuugh this did end up a little too focused on the twins’ autism coded behavior and I apologize for that. I got a little too into it. But at the same time you can pry autistic submas out of my cold, dead autistic hands I refuse to write them as anything but

The Pillar of Calm — Ingo and Emmet (separately!) with tall, calm depot agent S/O

Emmet

⚪️ — Well, no matter what, the most important thing you need to know about him is he loves you verrrrry much!

⚪️ — You two met when you transferred to work at Gear Station after your first long-running job at the Magnet Train station in Johto. Definitely a bit of a culture shock, considering battles are a BIG no-no on those trains, but you figured things out pretty quick. One of the most important parts of adjusting to your new job was, of course, meeting the subway masters to get the proper rundown on how things worked around here, and that’s where it started.

⚪️ — Emmet is a ball of hard-to-contain energy that he constantly needs to express via stimming or just moving around, and even if words aren’t his strong suit, he has a woeful amount of things he wants to say. You being the strong silent type who can somehow keep a level head in any situation and seldom expresses anything, it seems like your personalities would clash horrifically. But when breaks were called around Gear Station, you were one of the first faces Emmet saw as he hopped off the Super Double Line, and you being your grounded self was honestly reassuring to be greeted with after all the stimulation the constant battling is. The more you hung out, the more it became apparent Emmet could just find some calm and steady his tremendous energy with you there to ground him. It ended up becoming a bit of a behind-your-back joke around Gear Station as other depot agents took bets on when one of you would finally stop dragging your feet and ask about being more than friends.

⚪️ — But that was a long time ago. This is the now!

⚪️ — In the same fashion that brought you two together in the first place, you’re one of the first depot agents Emmet sees when he hops off the train for breaks or for closing, and he’ll come bouncing up to you when he sees you. Right away you lock arms—Emmet loves all the excitement of his job, without a doubt, but sometimes he can just overload without even realizing it’s happening. But you’re so stable and your arms are so strong, kind of locking himself to you brings him back down to earth from all the battling adrenaline.

⚪️ — It’s funny watching you two walk hand-in-hand, or with locked arms. You have a very stiff and simple stride and as calm as you are, there are no points of tension or parts of your body that just need to move sometimes. Meanwhile Emmet takes those big, toy soldier-like steps with perfectly straight legs and swings his arms so much, so walking together you’re perfectly still save for whatever arm he’s swinging around with his motions. You’re never bothered, though. It’s all very cute and you don’t mind your arm getting a little sore from Emmet just being Emmet. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

⚪️ — It’s okay that he’s not great with his words or that he can’t script when apart from Ingo if he’s around you. He can talk as much as he wants with no expectations of making sense or proper sentence structure or correct tone. You’re so laid back, you don’t mind any of it. You feel pretty special for being one of the only people on earth who can make Emmet comfortable enough to stray from his usual script and just talk and talk.

⚪️ — Carry him!! If you’re strong enough, that is. When you two get home from a long day of work, you’ll often find your arms full of giggling Emmet. He actually really likes to be held, and not many people are as significantly taller than him as necessary to do that. (Part of the reason why he’s attracted to guys, to be honest. Hold him with those big strong arms!)

⚪️ — Did I mention your calmness is really grounding? Because it is. He knows there’s no judgement with you and you aren’t a struggle to read when you take so much in stride. It’s so rare and strange to say, but Emmet feels like he can make mistakes around you. And have those mistakes not be a bad thing, I mean. He’s always heard of mistakes being learning tools, but they’ve always felt so punishing to him, he never knew why anyone would want to learn through messing up. At least, not until he met you and he realized he could flub his words and commit any social faux pas when he interacts with you, because he knows you won’t judge. You’re safe. When he’s with you, the world isn’t so harsh and judgmental, it doesn’t pick him apart so severely for being “weird” and “different”. It’s so liberating, to feel so safe in making mistakes and knowing you’ll still love him at the end of the day.

⚪️ — And for your part, you struggle feeling strong feelings, especially excitement. So when good things happen, Emmet feels the excitement for the both of you, and his energy definitely seeps over to you! With him around, feelings don’t blend together and fade into each other so easily. He never expects you to change, he loves your calmness, and it only brings him even more delight when you do get excited about something, because that something really must be amazing, then!! It’s just so comforting to have Emmet there and watch him emote for the both of you.

⚪️ — Beyond the actual therapeutic, helpful little things about this behavior, it’s also just adorable. You make that well known, because Emmet likes that you think he’s adorable. Him? Really? Even if his smile is creepy and never goes away, or he’s always tense and shaking around, or his eyes seem too blank or glassy, you think he’s cute? He’s rather insecure about his appearance, actually—he’s been called creepy and weird many times before, mostly regarding his smile and his erratic movements, so hearing you like all that about him is just so, so validating!

⚪️ — You better be a good big spoon because Emmet loves snuggling up to you and being in your arms. If you’re having a bad day, though, your height difference won’t stop him from holding you! He’s lived with Ingo his whole life after all, he’s gotten pretty good at reading fairly minimal indicators of mood since he’s used to going off so little so he always knows how you’re feeling.

⚪️ — Expect a lot of quick shows of physical affection. He’ll crush you in a side-hug for exactly two seconds before running off, he’ll bounce onto his toes to kiss you on the cheek, he’ll nuzzle his head into your shoulder before it‘s about time to get off the couch and head for work, he just likes physical affection and squeezes in it whenever possible. He’s just always very busy, and that applies to just his thought process and usual way of conducting himself, too, but you never complain about his style of affection.

⚪️ — Of course you swap train stories and facts! He’s very fascinated hearing about the Magnet Train, Unova really hasn’t got around to utilizing high-speed railways yet. And if you have any questions about the Battle Subway, he’s happy to answer!

⚪️ — Emmet’s a professional, of course, so he’s not going to be all over you at work, but he doesn’t hide your relationship either. If you’re working his line and he gets off the train in time to spot you, he’ll run over and give you a quick peck before heading off to wherever he’s headed.

⚪️ — Since words aren’t his forte, he uses all these quick shows of affection as his “I love you”s. So Emmet has likely seldom or even never said a verbal “I love you” to you, but that’s okay, because you know that’s what every one of his kisses and hugs mean.

⚪️ — If he’s ever getting overstimulated or just plain riled, you give his hand a comforting squeeze that makes everything slow down a bit.

⚪️ — Ingo loves you, by the way (in a platonic sense). He’s delighted to see someone make his brother so happy, and to see Emmet has found someone he doesn’t have to mask with that’s not just him or Elesa. He would do the classic family move and warn you that you better treat Emmet right, but Ingo doesn’t find that warning necessary. He’s seen you working even before you and Emmet got together and knows you’re not at all fickle about your commitments. He’s not worried.

⚪️ — At the end of a long work day, you can expect to find you and Emmet tangled up in each other’s lanky arms and legs, surrounded by all your Pokemon both on and off the bed. And there Emmet will talk and talk, and probably make no sense while he does it, but that’s alright and he’s just happy to spill his thoughts without worrying about how he structures them. He’ll often go until he’s yawning, at which point you shush your beloved conductor and encourage him to maybe go to sleep.

⚪️ — Before burying his face into your chest or stomach, he’ll mumble out a sleepy “well, next stop: dreamland… aaaall aboooard…!” just because he knows it makes you laugh. You’re so stoic, but he absolutely can make you laugh with ease.

⚪️ — He loves that laugh of yours, because hearing it reminds him how free and happy you two are to express yourselves in the safety of one another’s company.

⚪️ — And when you both wake up in the morning and start getting ready for work all over again, Emmet always manages to find some words with so much less effort than it usually takes him as he barges into the bathroom to help you straighten your tie.

“I am Emmet. And you look verrrrry handsome today.”

Ingo

⚫️ — Everything is Emmet’s fault here. I mean… look, he knows that despite what people think, his brother can feel joy and actually feels it quite often, but it can be hard for Ingo to keep up with how upbeat Emmet is and his brother recognizes that as loud as Ingo can get, Ingo is really more built for the quiet and the calm.

⚫️ — (Most of the time. He definitely has his moments, but unlike Emmet he doesn’t have that surplus of energy to always be shaking out. Ingo is just a bit naturally more reserved. He is certainly more verbose than Emmet, but is actually less of a fan of being social than him.)

⚫️ — So knowing he was the personality Ingo spent the most time around, Emmet really got to thinking his brother needed someone who matched his energy levels better. In general, he thinks Ingo needs someone! It makes him verrrry sad, but he knows challengers approach him much more often than Ingo solely because his outward demeanor is more approachable to people. And by god, Emmet is determined to get more people as loud and proud members of the Ingo fan club.

⚫️ — Unceremoniously shoving his poor brother into you, a complete stranger who Emmet deemed to match Ingo’s “vibes”—at their workplace no less!—was probably not the ideal way to go about it, but you guys are dating now so it really is Emmet’s last laugh this time.

⚫️ — Ingo is very quiet and slow with his affection—at least, when he wants to be. There’s a time for words, definitely, but he honestly spins his wheels endlessly when he does talk and considering he has to take charge in that department for both his and Emmet’s sake, he likes being able to wind down with you.

⚫️ — (Definitely not me gay yearning looking up all different types of cuddles but) He likes to sleep in the sweetheart’s cradle position with you. Being nestled in your arms is very comforting for him, and when he can’t sleep, being so close let’s himself get lost in… well, you. He’ll trace his fingers across your skin, just focusing on the texture, listen to your heartbeat as he lays his head on your chest, or bury his head in your side and try and figure out what that body wash you used is supposed to smell like. He can be a restless sleeper, as his mind’s always buzzing every which way, but he always drifts back off eventually when he’s with you.

⚫️ — He does get a little embarrassed about how clingy he can get and how much he wants to be held, though, but you’re just there to love him even if he gets a little flustered about it.

⚫️ — Not huge on PDA because of his self conscious-ness, and NONE at all if you’re at work. This is a professional environment, after all! Of course, you’re so calm and laid back, that’s not an issue for you. Hey, whatever he wants.

⚫️ — Ingo loves his brother, he loves him more than life itself, but despite being identical twins they don’t see eye-to-eye on everything—Emmet’s excitability and energy being something Ingo doesn’t really have. He can get into those moods and does like excitement from time to time, but as much as he adores his job, the constant excitement can be a little much and he can rely on you for some quiet and calm in his life. He doesn’t need to maximize his energy and put on a show to be enough for you.

⚫️ — You’re so quiet, sometimes he worries his lack of volume control upsets you. He’s always so loud, and you’re… not. But you’re okay with him that way, you tell him you understand that’s a hard thing for him to control and the boisterous voice is something you love, anyway. It’s so uniquely him, just something you can hear and smile to yourself about as you think “yep, that’s Ingo”.

⚫️ — Also a bit nervous about publicly being in a relationship, but hey, you’re willing to take it at whatever pace he’s most comfortable with!

⚫️ — You use your height to your advantage, doing stuff that flusters him often—because you know for all his huffing about it, he loves the attention. You swipe his hat sometimes at home and tousle his hair, only to plop it back down all the way over his eyes. You put your arms around his waist when he’s not looking and lift him up, just a little bit—that move is especially useful when Ingo is overworking himself, because he’s literally powerless in that situation and will just hang there, defeated while you carry him somewhere else like you’re a child with an oversized teddy bear.

⚫️ — You and Emmet are some of the only people who can get a real smile out of him. He absolutely still enjoys himself and feels a good amount of joy daily, he just seldom smiles to express it. But you and Emmet are both capable of pushing him into such a good mood, the corners of his mouth twitch up a little bit into his unique half-smile. (Ingo is very self conscious about how unnatural it looks, but you think he’s adorable and it kills him a little every time when you compliment his smile in spite of him growing up hating it. So with how good of a mood he already has to be in in order to get that tiny smile in the first place, that mood only soars higher once you start complimenting said smile. Very pleasant situation he can get himself stuck in.)

⚫️ — Will happily invite you to join him for safety checks on his lines, and even though he’s very much a “no romantic interactions at work” kind of guy, he’s guaranteed to happily infodump about the trains if it’s just the two of you. He’s thankful you’re such a good listener.

⚫️ — One of his favorite shows of affection to you is kissing the back of your hand, especially to say goodbye whenever you need to part ways—and no, he definitely doesn’t go after your hand because he can’t reach your face.

⚫️ — I feel like both he and Emmet need regular reminders to take care of themselves, but Ingo is definitely the more stubborn one in that department, at least when it comes to the business/paperwork side of running the Battle Subway. Emmet throws every ounce of his energy into the battles he loves so much and is so tired by the end of the day, Ingo doesn’t want to make him do it! But in convincing him to step away from work, he’ll at least begrudgingly listen to you.

⚫️ — The only time Ingo’s voice is at its true quietest is at night, when you two are laying next to each other in bed. Your fingers running through his hair, his hand laced with yours, you’re used to him half-consciously mumbling about his feelings when he’s close to falling to sleep, because Ingo’s a sentimental dork and the sleepier he gets, the harder it is for him to hold back rambling like an idiot. He can’t help it! He compensates for his lack of physical emoting by always outright stating what he’s feeling and thinking—at least, most of the time—and though he’s never dishonest about how strong his feelings for you are, a tired Ingo is the sappiest Ingo.

“Mmh… I love you… so much…”

“I love you too, Ingo.”

“I’m so… lucky to have a man like you in my life…”

“You’re sweet.”

“I just love you so much…! With all of my heart…”

“I do too, Ingo. But you should go to sleep now, really.”

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