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Fluttering fireflies (Pt 1)
âYou only have one tail,â Triton said in disappointment.
As the first words that his immortal brother could have said to him, it could have been a lot worse. In fact, if Percy considered all the ways it could have gone, Triton could have begun the conversation by picking out all the features that made him young, weak, an upstart god, and undeserving of existing let alone setting tail in the palace.
And so, Percy cheerfully pointed out, âLook on the bright side. At least I have two eyes.â
âWhy does that matter?â the god asked blankly.
Well, it mattered because two eyes werenât always a guarantee when one happened to be born the son of Poseidon and a mortal turned nature spirit. Then again, when the alternative was being a cyclops, Percy would have preferred being the ordinary merman he was pretending to be rather than one of Tritonâs beloved two-tailed merpeople.
âHeâs perfect the way he is,â Poseidon interrupted before Percy could open his mouth and let a quip fly.
âOf course,â Rhodes agreed. âI didnât know you and mother were planning to have other kids though.â
Considering the number of children Poseidon had, Percy rather doubted any amount of planning had been involved, ever, but he held his tongue.
He wasnât a son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, after all.
âAh well,â Poseidon hedged.
âNot again,â Kymopoleia burst out, slamming her hands on the table. âOnce again, youâve gathered us here to celebrate your virility under the guise of celebrating a new addition to the family!â
Before Poseidon could do more than puff up in offense, Kymopoleia sneered, âHas it ever struck you that you keep having more kids but none of the old ones ever come to visit? Maybe if you put a halt on having more kids and focused on taking care of the ones you already have, you wouldnât have to keep creating more to hide the fact that everyone but a newborn hates you?â
âDepends on the newborn,â Benthesikyme input judiciously. âSome of them are born with a startling degree of perspicacity.â
âSo you have problems with him too?â Percy asked curiously.
That brought his arguing half-siblings to a stop.
âToo?â Kymopoleia inquired after a cautious pause.
Percy nodded.
âWhat did he do, promise you the world only to end up locking you up on an island?â Rhodes threw a jibe at Poseidon.
âCall you his prince and then treat you like a glorified errand boy?â Triton shot archly.
âMarry you off to a mortal and forget you exist?â Benthesikyme smiled.
âOr was it even worse?â Kymopoleia grinned with sharp teeth. âCreate a being in his image only to retroactively realise that heâs really not all that and the kidâs just too destructive to have around his precious?â
âWhat are you anyway?â Rhodes followed up curiously. âA shark hybrid that has lungs instead of gills, a seaweed creature that requires meat to survive, a whale that canât digest water? What problems has your parentage saddled you with?â
Percy tapped a finger on his chin, taken aback by the plethora of complaints. âUm,â
âHeâs a god!â Poseidon input forcefully before Percy could come up with a palatable answer. âThe newest one in the world, in fact.â
So new he was only eighteen years old. Practically infantile, really.
âWhat are you a god of?â Triton inquired, leaning back in his chair with an assessing gaze.
âDonât know,â Percy answered uncomfortably. âI just make storms.â
And have disturbing dreams, create volcanic eruptions, and accidentally destroy bridges. Percy was destruction in a nutshell, really.
But even offering a watered-down version of his skillset or lack thereof didnât stave off the outburst.
âSo not only is there a new god in town, itâs also my replacement!â Kymopoleia shouted.
âIâm not a replacement!â Percy burst out, shaking his hands wildly. âIâm not even god of all storms or anything! Just hurricanes. On land.â
Kymopoleia stared at him incredulously. âWow. Youâre not even a subordinate. Just born, and youâre already halfway to dead.â
âStop being so dramatic,â Poseidon commanded. âHeâs a god, heâs your brother, and youâre going to include him while carrying out your duties.â
âSo ⊠you mean not only do I have a snot-nosed little brother, I have to babysit the kid now?â Rhodes concluded.
âDonât take it personally,â Percy commiserated. âFirst I heard of this was when he came to my birthday, for the first time ever, and gave me a sand dollar and a tour around the palace with my family. Funnily, he never mentioned just who was going to be part of this family trip.â
Benthesikyme sighed. âHeâs insensitive that way.â
âAt least youâre all getting along, even if itâs about how much you resent me,â Poseidon said, sounding unsure whether he ought to be worried about that.
Percy dared to pat his father on the elbow. âGet used to it,â he advised. âThatâs how all well-adjusted siblings bond.â
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An AU where Percy is born the youngest god. Will be ultimately Perpollo but Apollo hasn't entered the scene yet.
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#pjo#fanfiction#percy jackson#sea fam#god Percy#poseidon#meeting your half siblings#bonding over parental mistakes#teasing#alternate universe
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Prompt 195
âOh. Itâs you.âÂ
The entity that had been summoned practically growled, a cloak like swirling galaxies- or was it swirling galaxies molded into a cloak- shimmering around their form. One pair of arms crossed over a chest where a star pulsed with the heartbeat of universes, alive yet dying as lazarus green eyes glowered down at the league and bats alike.Â
âYou know you could, fucking call, right?â they whined, aura of terror suddenly broken, unnatural fear torn away and leaving all of them wrong-footed and confused.
Well, apparently all of them except for Ras, who had an honest to fuck grin on his face, one that looks almost carefree, if a little feral. Nope. No thanks. Not this timeline-
âBut phones didnât exist last we spoke, ya âamar.âÂ
#Dcxdp#Dpxdc#Prompts#Danny got sent to the past by Clockwork for a vacation/training the first time he met Ras#They became rivals of sorts and just kept meeting up#Did they maybe fall in love as well? No one knows but them#On the other hand Ras did get his main Lazarus Pit as a wedding gift#and both Ellie & Dan were half raised like weird siblings/cousins to Rasâ kids#do with that as you will#Fellas is it gay to call your eternal rival your moon?#Ras for once wasnât doing anything evil- though heâs a horrible person#A good dad yeah but a good person? Eh Danny has gotten used to it and finds him hilarious#They have matching death humor to their past teachersâ dismay and horror#Theyâve gotten divorced seven separate times and gotten married three#Depends on the century#half of the time it was either done drunk or for tax benefits
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People who truly dislike Edwina Sharma are wild. Heaven forbid an 18 year old be charmed after being almost relentlessly pursued by an older man. Three married women, including her mother, are for the match. THE QUEEN is for the match. The only person saying he isn't right for her is her sister and like I'm sorry but my sister could swear that a man wasn't that into me and I would not listen if he BOUGHT ME A HORSE!???!!?!!
#having a s2 rewatch and truly. that is a teenager who has never been courted before. that's a girl with no experience with this at all.#she's being pursued by a nearly 30 year old man who we know will chase off a young lady's suitors (see The Daphne Debacle)#also we have no clue what kates love life was like or what she may have revealed to edwina so does eddy think#âmy sister who has never entertained men or had a serious relationship is giving me courting adviceâ#and is that supposed to mean more than their mother's blessing and support?#fair enough mary is supposed to be complacent to an unbelievable level in this show but had kate said âmama he truly isnt right for eddyâ#would mary just have handwaved it off? is that the deal the show was going for?#people online loooove to talk about how much you wanna hit your sibling for no reason but an acerbic âhalf-sisterâ is too far?#if my maid of honour wanted to fuck my future husband i'd hand the priest my earrings tell him to meet me in the confessional and go to tow#i think edwinas explanation of this anger was not well thought out but she was entirely right to be angry.#anyways. eddy darling i will live you until my dying days.#edwina sharma#bridgerton
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remember when this website was really into the metamorphosis by franz kafka for like 2 months? i finally read it. what the fuck
#it's a really good read#it leaves a lot to think about in multiple areas#the struggles of the working class and being more or less one emergency away from your life flipping upside down#the struggles of sexism within the nuclear family#and a lot about disabilities. how someone who cannot speak for themselves due to their disability still has thoughts and feelings#caregiver burnout and the struggle for an able bodied person to understand both how much work it takes to do the bare minimum#and there's a very fascinating comparison to be drawn between how grzegorz's family treated him after he became a dung beetle-#-and to how people treat someone within their immediate family who either sustained a life changing injury that impacted their ability to-#-communicate in a neurotypical way. or in a lot of ways how Autism Moms(TM) treat their autistic children#like 'i want to love you however i cannot unsee you as a burden for not being able to perform able bodied/nt tasks like working'#or pushing the responsibility of taking care of their kid off onto an able bodied/nt sibling#also like 'i want to love you but i refuse to meet half way and learn how you communicate therefore i believe my love is one sided'
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SCRUNKLY. MY FE GLUP SHITTO. (squishes him until he explodes like a grape in a microwave)
#feli speaks#''every FE fan has that one unit they adore nobody has ever heard of'' YES AND NOAH FE6 IS MINE#sorry i was looking at meet the heroes art again and got cuteness aggression. mth art is so fucking shaped#it has SO MANY INACCURACIES. but i love it#anyway in zephiel winter's crown it says he's guinivere's stepbrother??#which is just WRONG. they're not STEP-siblings they're HALF-siblings#get your fucking lore right feh. i know you wont.
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I hate the trope of âwe had a baby but I never told you because we broke up and now weâve bumped into each other and you want to be a parentâ like đ
#like what đ why wouldnât you move far away from them if you wanted to hide your kidâŠ#also when the other person has moved on with a new relationship and/or a kid with that person đ like whatâs going on here#I do not want my child having any half siblings đ€·ââïž anyway. just read a fic thatâs why Iâm like this đ#âoh well my wife and I are expectingâŠâ as youâre meeting your five year old for the first time đ nah youâre never seeing the kid#also if we break up Iâm running to the clinic#t
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the more I think about it the quicker I come to the conclusion that goro did not kill wakaba in this version of events but he does kill okumura which is still just as bad
#outside of concept { ooc }#( itâs MY AU and I get to choose the causes of death )#( aka another of shidoâs assassins killed wakaba before himari and goro met masa )#( and by the time they meet masa goro hasnât even talked to futaba in a year )#( tfw himari and wakaba were close friends in high school but they drift apart hen find each other again just for one of them to die- )#( -a few years later !! and your bestie is taking care of her kid whoâs now very unwell mentally !! )#( who also happens to be goroâs half-sibling but no one really know that yet fjfjfj )#( futaba may have lost their mom but at least their brother is alive and didnât kill her mom )
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How does one convince their parents to let them have a "Meet Your Half-Siblings" party?
Discovering that you have half-siblings through sperm donation can be an exciting, yet complex, experience. Meeting these siblings can offer a sense of belonging and understanding, but convincing your parents to host a âMeet Your Half-Siblingsâ party might require some thoughtful planning and sensitive conversation. Here are some comprehensive steps to help you navigate this delicate situationâŠ
#bonding activities#building relationships#donor siblings#donor-conceived community#donor-conceived experiences#donor-conceived identity#emotional benefits#emotional connection#family activities#family bonding#family conversations#family support#inclusive event#meet your half-siblings#meeting half-siblings#open communication#parental approval#parental involvement#planning a party#shared origins#sperm donor children#support network
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ENOUGH WITH THE REBOOTS AND SPIN OFFS ENOUGGGHHHHH
#first of all why is it always teen shows that they reboot like what for#second of all can anyone name a single reboot that was equally as good and popular as the original#only one I can think of that I would say was as good was 90210 but even thatâs up for debate#but the gossip girl reboot? a train wreck from start to finish idk what they were thinking#the pll reboot had slightly more positive reception but even that came and went#compared to the crazy hype the og had. and keep in mind the og was terrible#but I could see the incentive to reboot both of these shows cause people were neither satisfied with the conclusion#of gossip girl nor pretty liars⊠but one tree hill? why on earth would you reboot one tree hill?#personally I find one tree hill boring but I know for most people thatâs like the gold standard of tv#so why would you go and add more to something people were satisfied with#sure you get the hype but youâre also gonna be subject to so much more backlash if it doesnât meet the originals standards#and one tree hill set the bar PRETTY FUCKING HIGH#if they wanted it to just be about another generation at tree hill high well fine I guess I mean just go and make your own show#do I see the necessity in calling it a reboot? no like just make your own show about two half siblings on a basketball team#but fine letâs call it that. however putting Peyton and Brooke in it means youâre going to basically ruin their character arcs#like thereâs no way Lucas and Julian are coming back so youâre already gonna turn a lot of people away#and the elephant in the room is that most people are concerned about the Woke aspect#what Iâve seen in the past is that these reboots start off trying really hard to be politically correct to demonstrate how#itâs a different time now and things have changed#but I think they misunderstand how much modern audiences hate this? and let me make it clear I donât have a problem with a show being h#socially aware. itâs that the way these reboots handle it is SO heavy handed and unsubtle#thereâs just no nuance about it no actual depth it feels⊠tokenizing?? thatâs not the right word#but like they just throw it in there like itâs a box to check before they forget about all of it#but not before youâve alienated your audience#anyways this will be bad letâs enjoy!
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LITTLE BOX FULL OF SURPRISES
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based on this requestâ.á
-ËËsummary: The maimed one-eyed prince marries the most beautiful woman on earth. She is dutiful, beautiful and perfect, but Aemond can't stand when someone, specially his uncle, look with desire at what it is his. â§Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Tully!Original Female Character â§word count: 3.1k â§Warnings: : MDNI 18+, p in v sex, dom/sub undertones, face slapping, spitting on the mouth, degradation kink, possesive Aemond, Aemond is WHIPPED by his wife.
Every time his grandsire and his mother spoke of a Lady of great beauty coming to Kingâs landing, he rolled his eye.Â
Even when they present a small portrait, small to fit his palm, he does not seem impressed. Perhaps it is too small, perhaps it is too pretentious. Either the painter exaggerated your features or he couldnât properly paint a small portrait. But he was curious, after all. Named the most beautiful woman on earth, blessed by the Gods.Â
He doesnât doubt that Lady Tully was beautiful. Perhaps she was truly a beautiful woman, with her long red hair, âlike fireâ said the letter. But being called The Maiden on Earth seems exaggerated to him.
His grandsire had told them about the implications of his betrothal, about how important it was to have secured the Riverlands, since Grover Tully was an old lord, and will not understand reason. To have his most beloved granddaughter as a princess, was the only way to win his approval, and support.Â
Aemond finally meets her on the little garden near the Weirwood tree. They had been serving little cakes, as some lords and ladies talked nearby, not even half of court was here, and he liked the quietness. That made him less self-conscious.
She was near the table, her hand hovering above all the treats she could get, smiling as she watches them with interest. She is expressive, he realises. He hasnât seen her face, only her back and the day her hand moves and her head is tilted, curious about the southern gastronomy.
 âMy ladyâ Aemond says softly.Â
She turns so gracefully, and she is surprised to see him. Her hand still extended, and she quickly moves it to grab her skirts, and do a courtesy to him. She has a sweet smile, and she speaks.Â
 âMy princeâ she says, a bit surprised. âI⊠I didnât expect you.â
âI must admit I came a bit earlier than agreedâŠâ he murmurs, looking behind him and then back to her.
The most beautiful maiden on earth fell short to her. She was⊠something else, in the best way possible. She had that curiosity, that life in her eyes, as she smiles at him, her lips are perfect, and he could see that her maids probably used those Myrish lip taints, for they were a very natural red colour, almost matching with her hair. Her dress was magnificent, wearing the colour of her house, red and blue decorating everything. Even her eyes, blue like the opaque blue rivers in the Riverlands, and her hair, red like flames, matched with her house colours. She wore fish details, her earrings and in her dress pattern. But she was wearing a collar with a seven pointed star in it, and he sighed at her beauty. She was breathtaking.
âOh, well, so it seemsâŠâ she says as she smiles a bit sheepishly, looking at him. âItâs a fine castle, my prince. It does have its own beauty.âÂ
Aemond has never thought of the red Keep as something beautiful, at all. He always wanted to live in Dragonstone, but his wish was not granted. But, if she says so, it must be true, and with good reason.
âYou think so?âÂ
She grabs a lemon cake, and eats it carefully as she nods. âYes! And you also have a Weirwood tree here. When we made our trip here, we passed through Raventree, and their Weirwood was a bit⊠depressingâŠâ she says, smiling sweetly. âBut here itâs very beautiful. More⊠aliveâ
As she talks, he watches her closely. Even when his mother, his sickly father and his siblings arrive, when his mother gives him a scolding look for arriving earlier, he sort of watches you in silence, his chest swelling with an air of mystery.Â
âYou are not what I expectedâ he admits, quietly between the two of them as their parents talked about the betrothal.
âNo?â She asks smiling, licking her finger from the cream of the lemon cakes. âYouâll see Iâm a little box full of surprisesâÂ
Thatâs the beginning.
A ceremony on the Sept, as she stood next to him, reciting vows and the cloak with dragon sigils is on her shoulders, left behind the fish one. Aemond has never looked so smug and proud. The bedding ceremony was⊠traditional. Having a crowd was awkward for both, surely, but Aemond made it all more comfortable for her, covering her body with his, and not exposing her, at his own expense.
âJust focus on meâ He murmurs closely to her face, as she looks at him with wide eyes. He was between her open legs, and he insisted for her to keep her chemise on, while he had no problem in nudity âYour septa and mother could have told youâŠâ
âNot muchâ She whispers back.
âNot muchâ he repeats, moving a strand of hair out other face, tenderly watching her face for discomfort. âBut I will be gentle, and⊠weâll learn together. Yes?â
âYes. Thank youâŠ, husbandâ she says, and he feels a prideful pressure on his chest. He was her husband. The most beautiful womanâs husband.Â
And she was always thankful for his patience and gentleness towards her, and she stuck to him to all times, even when she was in court, charming everyone around. Her arm was always interlocked with his, and referred to him as âher sweet husbandâ.Â
Love came quieter than expected, as they laughed on their bed at nights, having picnics in the gardens or going to the Riverlands in Vhagar together, swimming on Riverrunâs rivers, and just⊠enjoying each other. It was more than love when they had their first son, a lovely and happy baby, mismatched eyes, with both purple and a deep blue. Aemond adored his son, his little Daerion, and he adored you more.
âBlack looks well on youâ Aemond comments.Â
Daerionâs blabbing was a way to agree with Aemondâs statement as the maid finished putting on her headband, the same tone of her dress. Her orange hair is in braids, two simple ones with some gold details on them, and some dragon earrings that he gifted her. She was gorgeous, and all his.Â
âYour wardrobe hasnât changedâ she states looking at him. âWent from velvet black to dark blackâÂ
Aemond walks over to his wife, watching her being just so beautiful like that, sitting, waiting peacefully like a porcelain doll.
âMhm... As if changing colours would make everything amicableâŠâ Aemond murmurs, taking Daerion in his arms, and he allows him to play with his hair. âDoes father know itâs useless? Rhaenyra wearing green wonât change anything, nor will my mother wearing black. HIs voice comes as a grunt as he bounces their baby.Â
âItâs foolish when you put it that wayâ her voice is tender, sweet, and somewhat like velvet. He is still besotted by her, as maidens do with knights. He watches the shape of her breasts on that dress, how the cleavage is so delightful for his eyes and the roundness of her tits that make the fabric around stretch a bit. As if the tailor always got the measurement of her chest wrong on purpose, which he wonât complain about.Â
Her bright red hair contrasts with how the black makes her skin look paler, and her eye colour deeper.
âThey shouldnât call you the Maiden herself anymoreâ Aemond murmurs softly, walking closer to her, still holding Daerion in his arms. âYou are like the mother herself. Like the Goddess Syrax of Old Valyria. Beautiful, strong⊠so alluringâŠâ
âYou never seem to run out of complimentsâ her hands move to grab her rings, and the one he likes the most is the sapphire one, just to symbolise her marriage to him.Â
âNever, more so if a goddess like you is my wife. All mineâŠâ
âMy prince, my lady.â Itâs a Kings guard who interrupts. âSupper is ready, and Queen Alicent asks for you both to arrive earlierâŠâ
âHmâ Aemond says, leaving Daerion in the wet nurseâs arms.
âThank you, ser Willisâ the knight smiles at his wife before walking to wait outside the door.
He rolls his eye as he leans to kiss his sonâs forehead, caressing his chubby cheek and he smiles fondly at his sight. The little freckles he has that he inherited from his mother, something that Aemond loved. Yet remembering how unnecessary kind his wife is⊠annoys him.
Kindness and sweetness only helped to enhance her beauty and popularity, and he also loved that. She was beautiful, perfect in any way, tied to a One-Eyed maimed monster, like him. All he could offer to you, that it was worthy, was the luxuries of the royalty, all the kids you want and his unconditional love. He was at your mercy.
He has one eye, but he is not blind. Any man here on the keep, would pull their breeches down if his wife asked so. They would even cut their own throats for her mere delight, and Aemond would be one of them.Â
âGoodbye, my sweet loveâ the sweet motherly tone makes little Daerion squeal happily, extending his little arms for his mother. She kisses both his hands, later to wave to him as they leave the room, arms interlocked.
Aemond always bites his tongue when his lady wife is kind to men. He hates it, yet he knows she does it for the kindness of her heart, and not any ulterior motives.
He was smitten for her, moving the chair for her to sit, and helping her, her dress not getting stuck anywhere or her headpiece, and only then, he sat on his own seat at peace.
âI heard they might have some gooseâ she murmurs to him, as the room fills. Her fingers caress his arm, and he hears her every word. âIâd eat it all if I could, you knowâ she teases.
âMhm.â Aemond murmurs. Even if he is besotted, his facade is still the same; stoic, cold, distant. Yet to her, his gaze was always loving.
âI would only share it with youâ she states proudly, leaning to give him a peck on the lips, before standing up once the King is brought to the room.
As he stands, he doesnât miss how his uncle watches her. Aemond might not know the man personally, but he knew the look of desire in a manâs face. Much more when they looked at herÂ
The supper is mostly⊠tense, and awkward. But Lady Tully is charming to everyone and even toasts as well for Baela and Rhaena in their betrothal, congratulating them and speaking nothing but wonders about her own married life, making Aemond wear the slightest, yet most smug smirk on his face.
âAmazingâ she says, with her mouth full as she eats the goose, and Aemond nods, a hand rubbing her back so she doesnât choke for eating so quickly. âHere, my loveâ she says, extending the fork with a bit of the goose that she adores so much.Â
Aemond eats shamelessly, enjoying the taste as he nods softly, approving, which makes her smile. His hand resting on the back of her chair, as he drank his wine quietly, watching his sister and nephew go to dance together. He is highly unaware of the prying eyes that watch them both.
Helaena and Jacaerysâ giggles and the movement of her dress is enough for lady Tully to watch curiously. Her husband was not one for dances, as he had not a good perception of objects with one eye. She never pressured him, and accepted the fact.Â
She always would say how Daerion once he would be tall enough to walk, sheâd dance with her son all the songs and dances, and Aemond approved that idea.Â
âLady Tullyâ It was Daemon Targaryenâs deep voice, and she looks at him a bit surprised, leaving her fork on the table as she covers her mouth, her hand unconsciously fetching wine, which Aemond hands her his.Â
âPrince Daemonâ her melodic voice is a bit confused, and more so when the uncle of her husband extends his hand. The green fabrics from his suit are deep, yet he still wore dragon details on it, and he looked smug about it.
She turns to watch Aemond, his jaw tensing as he looks at Daemon. And he has to physically stop himself from cutting his uncleâs throat when his wife walks with him to join Helaena and the bastard. Aegon and he share a look, both upset and annoyed, as their wives are so freely dancing with other men.Â
Aemond watches her beautiful face, frowning as Daemon talks about something, whispering it closely so no one else hears it. His grip on the edge of his seat is strong; knucklesâ turning white as his jaw is tense, not looking pleased at all. And then, he hears her warm laugh, giggling at what he said, as her whole face brightened up.
Once they serve the pig in front of him and hear the little bastard giggles, it is enough to send him through a fit of rage.Â
He literally drags his wife by the arm after everything went downhill, after saying that stupid toast, after the Velaryonâs boys attempt to defend themselves (very badly) and both her husband and her good brother humiliate them.
âDancing with himâ Aemond murmurs, walking to their shared chambers, not minding seeing the servants stop and look at them both. âAccepting it, and giggling to his jokes as he shamelessly flirts with youâÂ
âIt was politeness...â her voice is weak when protesting.
âDid he mocked me for having only one eye?â He asks roughly. âDid he told you how beautiful your are and how full your breasts are?â
She opens her mouth a bit taken aback by his lewds remarks. âI am dutiful to what itâs expected of me. I wouldn't have allowed him to mock youâ
âYou shouldâŠâ
âMy familyâs words are Family. Duty. Honour. And you know I care for that very deeply.â she says as she tries to keep up with his long steps âAnd I did just what was askedâŠâ
âYou are mineâ he states, walking inside his chambers as his grip does nothing but become stronger. âMy wife and you are⊠putting yourself in display for my uncle, laughing at his flirting. I know your family words are important for you, but this is⊠beyond thatâ
Perhaps it was her confused eyes or her angelic face, but he loosened up his grip yet he kept talking.Â
âHe wanted you! To have you below him and fuck you like a⊠wench or⊠or some kind ofâŠâ
âI knowâÂ
Aemond turns drastically, eye twitching at his wife's words.
âYou knew?â
âIt was being cordial. It was duty. To amend broken tiesâŠâ
âI will break and burn and turn into ashes any ties from you to himâ he says exasperated, insane with jealousy. His eye is wide, twitching in rage as he cannot believe this. She was his wife.Â
Seeing Daemonâs hand grip on her hip, almost groping her, made him insane. Because he knew that Lady Tully, beautiful as the Maiden, a beloved goddess amongst the poor and rich, could do so much better than him. Yet, she still chooses him.
âGet nakedâ he says simply.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me just right. Get. Naked.â He says again, not wanting a negative.Â
Her whine is endearing, as she starts taking off little by little. Her gown, the diminutive buttons at the back, her collar, and her hellish headpiece.
âLet meâ he grumbles as he helps her take off the headpiece, tossing it aside more carefully.
She is possibly the most beautiful when she is naked. Round breasts, even fuller thanks to lactating, and her body was tempting enough to anyone.Â
âUndress meâ he says instead. He took delight when she was the one serving him, in this way. He loved to see her desperation, her eagerness for him. His jerkin is out in no time, and she kneels to undo his breeches.
Because she had an angelic face, but it was only he who knew how obsessed she was with his cock. She could spend hours lying on the bed, sucking his cock as she rested her head on his abdomen as Aemond read. She wouldnât even suck him off properly, his wife would only suck the tip, give kitten licks, and lazily press some kisses. During hours and hours.Â
âI forbid you to speak to any one of them. Ever againâÂ
Confused eyes turned up to look at him, as the careful hands undid his breeches, almost a bit eagerly. âForbid?â
âHm. Itâs what I said, is it not?â He says, narrowing his eye as if asking to be defied.Â
âBut itâs madâ she protests, frowning. âI promised Jace and Baela a tour in the gardens, and it would be impolite if I didnât spoke-â
âToo badâ his voice cuts the conversation, and he is not leaving it up for conversation.Â
âYou are being irrational...â
âAnd you are being a fucking bratâ he spats, grabbing her chin as he bites his lower lip. âIâll show you how irrational I can getâ
Her eyes watched him, almost too innocent for her own good. It made him hard; he could feel his cock stirring on his untied breeches.Â
âFucking slut, giving yourself to other menâ his tone is harsh, but by the way her knees move, to accommodate the weight as he grips her chin, he knows that she is aroused. So is he.
Lady Tully was beautiful, and a box of surprises with everything, he realised with time. He had everyone trapped under her charms, and kept her secrets very private. And he loved it.
âWhore.â His hand leaves her chin, only to move it to slap her across the face.Â
She gasps, her face turned. It wasnât harsh, yet the sting was burning on her skin, as she placed a hand on her cheek. To foreign eyes, he just slapped his wife. But he has done it before, to her request. Aemond knew that if his wife was enraged by that, he would have been beaten over and over, because she was kind, but didnât stand for people dishonouring her.Â
Aemond, more gently places his hand back on her chin, pulling it so she can look at him. âYou will learn your placeâ Aemond says, as she looks up at him, with those meek eyes of hers. He loved her eyes. âOpen your mouthâ
 He leaned down, his mouth opening over hers, so near that she could feel his hot breath. His hand goes to wrap the bright red hair of hers, and his firm grip got her head secured.Â
Perhaps Aemond would kiss those perfect lips, yet he pulled back and released a strand of saliva directly into her waiting mouth. Aemondâs fingers tightened the grip in her hair, as his other hand came up to wipe away the excess of spit.Â
âThere is my good girlâ he murmurs, looking at her. âMhm. Iâm going to teach you a lessonâÂ
Aemond lifts his wife to her feet as if she weighs nothing, his grip on her hair almost dragging her to the bed, forcefully as he heard her little whines. He had a moment or two to decide which position suited best, for then to grab her hips and guide her to be on her hands and knees. He grabs the long red hair once again, angling her head to the side, because Aemond needed to see her face the same way he needed air.
She was soaking wet, and that is a satisfaction for her husband. Aemond accommodated behind her, watching her body as he positioned his cock at her entrance.
 âSuch a sweet little cuntâ he growls, his eye flashing with lust and desire as he thrusts into her from behind, in one swift motion.Â
Her whimpers and pants are loud, as she grips on the sheets as her back is arched. She was desperate to be filled and fucked, not something unusual. The unusual thing was that⊠nothing happened.
âAemondâ She whines, moving her head to watch him from above her shoulder. She had that desperate, pitiful appearance that he loved.
âYes, my love?â He asks almost nonchalantly, watching her ass, and how his cock is fully sank inside herÂ
She can barely think straight as his dick is deep inside her, throbbing in her walls as she just needs him to start fucking her. âEh⊠move?â
âI donât think soâ he murmurs, his hand moving to caress her ass to his liking. âYouâll have to fuck yourself on my cockâ His wife opens her mouth, confused as her eyebrows frown in hesitation. âShow me how much you need meâ he says simply, he was fucking teasing her. âHow much you need my cockâ
Feeling the thick length of Aemondâs cock inside her, she accommodates on her hands, slowly moving away just to sink down onto his cock again. Her slick walls gripping him tightly as she impales herself on his thick cock.Â
âAemond⊠Fu-uck, you feel⊠oh, yesâŠâ She whimpers, and her voice is filled with pleasure as her pussy starts getting pounded as she liked so much. If Lady Tully liked something in life, was probably getting fucked until her mind is mush. Â
Her hips start moving on their own accord, as she grips on the sheets, trying to keep a stable posture to move her hips better, as her moans are obscenely loud, trying to get his cock deeper and deeper. Aemond leaves a groan, watching how she sinks down on his cock, and it is an image that would make any man cum in seconds. He truly was the luckiest man ever.Â
He feels the fire in his stomach tighten, as her moans grew more and more delighted to the feeling of his cock pounding into her. At first, she had thought of it as promiscuous, and asked the maiden for forgiveness, but gods damn her if it wasnât the best thing in life to get a good fuck from the love of her life.
âSo responsive when getting a cock in your needy pussyâ Aemond mutters, as one of his hands raises to spank her ass, the sharp slap only serves for the sounds coming out of her mouth to increase, and he spanks her again, and again, and again, to his own amusement and delight.Â
âPlease, AemondâŠâÂ
âYou just love misbehaving with me, because you know I will put you in your placeâ he says, moving forward to her body to grip his hair with his right hand, his left goes right next to her hand gripping the sheets to hold his weight. âBecause you are a needy whoreâ he states, gripping her hair as she nods forcefully.Â
âYesâ she says, in that whiny tone of hers. He knows her reactions yet every time they aroused him even more. âYes, pleaseâ
The grip on her hair only serves to help him push her back against his cock, his hips now making the effort to start properly pounding into her cunt as she loved; hard, rough and at a deliciously good pace. Her body is practically numb as he starts to use her body for his own pleasure, just as she loved.
Who would have said that the most beautiful woman on earth loved being used by her husband? Definitely not him. She was the most perfect creature, in any way. Smart, funny, pretty, a good wife and mother. And yet she always craved his cock, like the filthiest whores of Flea Bottom.Â
âLet those bastards hear you, hm?â He asks, as he leans to speak lowly near her ear. âHow itâs your husband who pleases you. Perhaps my uncle will get the notion that you are mine. Only mine. Fucking mine. That fucking dodderer will die by my hand if he ever dares to lay his eyes on youâÂ
The mere thought infuriates him, making his hips slam into her harder and more feral. Rutting into her cunt in an animalistic pace as he has to clench his jaw in rage. His hand on her hair and the other on her waist, he groans at the feeling of her soaking cunt.Â
The sobs he hears as his cock keeps on pounding into her sweet spot, makes him smug enough, and even more aroused. His sweet lady wife, so prone to cry when she had too much pleasure when she got overwhelmed with lust.Â
âPlease, pleaseâŠâ the round of pleas comes up with her tears, and Aemond moans, shamelessly, as he was so close. âI canât t-take i-it⊠anymo-oreâÂ
âOh, you willâ he says through gritted teeth as he lets go of her hair, only for his other hand to go to her shoulder to help her get his dick deeper. âI will breed you. Cum so deep that my seed takes root, and everyone will know who you belong to.âÂ
Her nods between sobs, pleas and trembling legs help him pound in feral thrusts into her, feeling her cunt already milking him, inner walls attempting to squeeze his dick inside and never let it go.
âCum for me, my loveâ he murmurs, still fucking her deep and nice how she likes it. âMy beautiful wifeâ he murmurs, besotted by her as she cries, her tears rolling down her rosy cheeks with little freckles that he adored.Â
The little spasms of her body, her wails and the way her cunt squeezes him, itâs enough to drive him to the edge, holding her body down into his cock as he moans loudly, rolling his eye back in pleasure as he cums hard. She whimpers, whining a bit as his seed just keeps on filling her, his balls tensing up as his grip will probably leave her delicate skin with red marks.
He is caring afterwards, as he cleans her with a towel, or when he places her in bed and covers her, lying by her side each time as she snuggles to him.
âYou have to knowââ she says softly, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. âYou are hot when jealousâ
Aemond huffs, grumbling about it a bit as he seems reluctant. It amuses her.
âYou always find me hot, I could be⊠Killing a chicken and you would be leakingâ
âGet on my place for a moment, please, just imagine how your muscles would flexâ she says dead serious and he rolls his eye amused, as the corners of his lips gives him away.
The fixation on his hair would be a problem if he didnât love her so much. Aemond allows his lady Tully to braid it as they talk in bed.Â
âI didnât really mean itâ he says softly.Â
âHm?â She asks curious, her fingers working on a single small braid on his hair.
âYou can talk to themâ he says through gritted teeth. âJust-... not too muchâ
Her little laugh warms his heart. âVery wellâ she says amused. âFor each sentence I say to them, I will suck youâ
âI retract myself, talk to them very much, all you likeâ he says, and it has her giggling. âYou know I love youâŠâ he says; as it comes into his view her concentrated face, her tongue coming out of her pink lips as she was focused. He could see the freckles that he so adored, and her pretty eyes. How he loved her.
âYou know I love you moreâŠâ she says fixing his braid to stick to his hair. Her mouth forms a pleased smile as she sits, as she inspects her work. âYes. Seems pretty niceâ
He could feel the hair strand tight, and he moved his hand to touch his head. âWhat in the Seven Hells you did to my hair, woman?âÂ
She looks very pleased as she giggles, her body accommodating against his chest as she shrugs innocently, as he keeps on playfully trying to decipher what his wife did to his hair.Â
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i do love the idea of the wayne kids giving bernard shovel talks about taking care of tim and all that but also give me batfam who are just as protective of bernard as they are of each other.
give me bernard, attending his first wayne gala as tim's significant other. having a suit custom tailored and funded by bruce even if bernard insists it's not necessary because he already has one. arriving at the gala anxious because of course he is, it's a goddamn socialite event, but being protected from every side by the wayne kids even when tim is dragged away.
Socialite: Oh, and who might you be?
Bernard: Oh, um, hi. I'm Bernard Dowd, nice to meet you.
Socialite: Dowd? I've never heard of your family before. Who...?
Bernard: I'm not here with my family, miss, I'm here with my boyfriend.
Socialite: ... Boyfriend?
Bernard: Yeah, I'm here with Tim.
Socialite, frowning: Tim... as in Drake-Wayne? He has a boyfriend?
Dick, coming up next to Bernard: He sure does! Bernard here is practically one of ours now, aren't you? He matters to Timmy, so he matters to us.
Bernard: Dickâ
Dick: C'mon, let's get you back to Timmy. Farewell, Mrs!
Bernard: I could've handled that.
Dick: All the rules that apply to my siblings during galas apply to you too. I'm sure you could've, but you shouldn't have to. I've got your back too, now, yeah?
Bernard: ... Yeah. Thanks, Dick.
Jason, coming up to Bernard at the bar: Not to freak you out, kid, but there's a guy starin' at ya from the other side of the bar. Y'know him or should I encourage him to look away?
Bernard, startled: Huh? (looks around) Oh. No, I don't know him. Why... is he looking at me like that, actually?
Jason, scowling: 'S just how the slimy fuckers at these events are. Can't keep their eyes off anything that's small, young or pretty. Disgusting. I'll deal with himâ where's your annoying other half gone, inferior blondie?
Bernard: Tim? He got pulled away for quote; 'something important' by some lady. He said he'll meet me here after he's done, so I've been waiting.
Jason: Huh. If I see him I'll point him yer way. Hey, don't be 'fraid to ask any of us questions or for help if ya need it. We know the best how daunting this shit can be.
Bernard, genuinely touched: ... Thanks, Jason.
Jason: Yeah, yeah. Don't tell Timmers I said that, though, he'll call me a loser.
Bernard, laughing: I won't.
Bernard, being talked to by several people at once and a bit overwhelmed by the attention: Uhâ I'mâ
Damian, stepping between him and the socialites: Dowd. I require your assistance.
Bernard: Umâ hi, Damianâ with what?
Damian: You will see when we get there. Follow me, Drake's more tolerable half.
Bernard: Okay... so what do you need from me?
Damian: Nothing. You seemed to dislike the attention from all of the nosy adults over there. It was the most efficient way of extracting you from the situation.
Bernard: Oh. Thanks, Damian.
Damian: Tt, don't thank me yet, Dowd. I am still criticising your choice in romantic partners.
Bernard: Didn't you threaten me with a katana to not dampen Tim's mood in any way shape or form?
Damian: Slander. I said quote 'if you make Drake more annoying by breaking his heart I'm going to maim you.' I don't see how you got the message you did from that.
Bernard, grinning: Sure, Damian. Sure.
#batfam#dc comics#batman#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#bernard dowd#they give him shovel talks but when they're over it's basically 'our kid now'#he's theirs in a similar way to steph#he's not a vigilante but he's important to tim#so he's theirs#timbern#tim x bernard#timber
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Affection â NRC Students x gn! reader
summery: what is being affectionate with your fav like?
tw: bad parents (Riddle, Leona (?), Jamil (?)), angsty (Riddle, Leona, Ruggie (kinda), Jamil, Idia, Ortho, Malleus (kinda)).
a/n: A lot of these are based on my own headcanons (Jade).
wc: 2.6k (~100 per character)
Master List
â„ Riddle Rosehearts
Growing up his mother didnât give him much affection. He wasnât treated like a child, more like a trophy. Something you keep just out of reach, something you only lay your eyes on. Riddle is terribly touch starved and doesnât know it. So when you start showing him acts of affection he has no idea how to handle it. What does he do? When is it okay to do these acts? Donât mind how stiff he is when you hug him or how red he turns if you hold hands. It's something heâs never felt before, and you have unlocked something deep inside Riddle that had been tucked away. So please, give him another hug would you? It helps slowly heal something in him he didnât know was broken.Â
â„ Trey Clover
Trey is a total sweetheart. He doesnât mind affection at all. Growing up with siblings, heâs used to hugging and hand holding. Whether you're affectionate out the gate or need a little coaxing, it's like Trey instinctively knows. Heâll ask before doing anything, asking for consent, getting to know your boundaries. If you donât like affection, thatâs fine with him, if you only like being affectionate behind closed doors he doesnât mind. Just know that Trey loves any and all forms of affection you show him, no matter how big or little. He cherishes you, and heâll show you that in any form you prefer.Â
â„ Cater Diamond
We all know Cater doesnât mind hanging off you out in public. Hugs, cheek kisses, hand holding, you name it, heâs probably done it. What he doesnât want people knowing is how tiring it is for him to keep up that facade. Although, when it comes to you he doesnât even register half the things he does. Youâre like a magnet that pulls him in. Though, his favorite forms of affection are behind closed doors, just the two of you, no camera. Whether it be you two existing in the same room, or you laying on his chest or vice versa, those are his favorite moments. He doesnât have to pretend, doesnât have to put on a mask to make others happy because he is happy with you.Â
â„ Deuce Spade
Even though Deuceâs mom has showered him with affection growing up, heâs still shy about it. His image before was a punk, and now heâs trying to be an honor student. So if you ever hug him or try to hold his hand his face will flame up and he wonât be able to meet your eyes. Heâs a gentleman though, through and through. Always makes sure you're comfortable even if youâre the one who initiated. Heâs not too picky when it comes to affectionâŠbut he does prefer if you do it behind closed doors. He loves your kisses, but he doesn't love Ace teasing him about it.
â„ Ace Trappola
Oh boy. Ace is a little gremlin. He acts like your affection doesnât do anything, acts all smug like you're lucky for being able to hold his hand. All the while his mind is melting and the bright blush on his face gives his true feelings away. I wouldnât say heâs exactly touch starved, but he does crave your affection. When he became a teen he stopped hugging his parents âcus his brother would make fun of him otherwise. He crafted his unbothered persona, and didnât realize how much he missed hugging until you gave him one. He rarely initiates, but sometimes he crumbles.
â„ Leona Kingscholar
Heâs another one who didnât grow up with much affection, always watching as his older brother Falena got all the praise. Heâs bitter, seeing affection as a weakness, like showing your underbelly to your predator. Being soft got you nowhere in the animal kingdomâŠbut he did enjoy it when you played with his hair or kissed his cheek. It left an odd warm feeling to fill him, making him grumble about your idiocy. Deep down, he was scared about how much he enjoyed your affection, scared heâd be upstaged once more and youâd find someone else to love. So heâll just make sure that doesnât happen, âcus thereâs no one better than him after all.
â„ Ruggie Bucchi
Where heâs from, showing affection is like putting a target on your back. It shows a weakness that someone could take advantage of. This is why Ruggie is so skittish at first, always making an excuse to run away if you go to hug him, your hands brush and heâs lifting his hands up to his head (yâknow that one position). But once he warms up, realizes you wonât snatch his food and run like a thief, he finds himself enjoying your embrace. Itâs like heaven to lay his head in your lap as you feed him an orange. How your hands trace his face so lovingly, like trash like him is actually worth something.
â„ Jack Howl
Jack is a bit awkward when it comes to affection. Heâs closed off, but his tough personality does melt away to reveal a heart of gold. He doesnât mind if you hold his hand, just please donât mention the pink that tints his cheeks. He does enjoy when it's just the two of you, he feels more relaxed, like he can actually take in your warmth. His hugs might be a bit uncomfortable with all that muscle, but donât tell him that âcus he might stop hugging you then :( On the bright side, you could sit on his back while he does push ups :)Â
â„ Azul Ashengrotto
This guyâŠyou canât even compliment him without him running away at first. Although Azulâs mom was almost over affectionate, heâs another one that gets shy at the thought of anything affectionate. He was ridiculed growing up, which made him sharpen his edges. He has a persona to uphold, he canât beâŠclingyâŠoh is he clingy. Out in public it's only small acts, holding hands, hand resting on your lower back, kiss to the back of your hand. In private is a whole other story. Loves hugs, cuddling, kisses, staring at you. Azul doesnât get much alone time, so the moments you have together behind closed doors he likes to use to his full advantage. Can you blame him? You looked so lovely all day, do you know how terrible it was to watch you without giving you a kiss?
â„ Jade Leech
Doesnât really need affection, but finds it cute when you seek him out. He loves you, yes, but affection isnât really his forte. He wonât deny you a kiss though, especially not when you pout so cutely. Jadeâs more of a tease, due to the fact that he doesnât mind a lack of affection, he finds it hilarious to watch you long for it. Heâll brush his hand against yours, but wonât hold it. Heâll lean in close to your face only to whisper in your ear. Heâll gently brush his fingers over your cheekâŠonly to pinch it. But if you're feeling down, he wonât hesitate to whisk you somewhere private and hold you close. He does love you after all.Â
â„ Floyd Leech
Another oh boy. His âaffectionâ can seem less like affection and more like torture. He wonât go easy on you either. In fact, heâll probably squeeze you tighter due to his cute aggression. Floyd, unlike Jade, loves, loves, loves hugging, holding, squeezing. Then you opened him to the world of kissing, biting. Good luck with that. Most of the time heâs all over you, in public or in private, he doesnât care, if he wants to nibble on you heâs gonna nibble on you. If youâre uncomfy with that heâll try to tone it down (will he?), but he will probably forget and do it anyway. If heâs in a sour mood he wonât seek out affection, but if you do the right thing it might make him feel a little betterâŠbut be careful.
â„ Kalim Al Asim
He gives so many hugs it makes Jamil want to bash his head in. Do you know how many ways Kalim could get killed with how trusting he is? Expect hugs, hand holding, pulling, cheek kisses, and giggling. Heâs not afraid to show the world how much he loves you, and he loves affection! When you show him affection thoughâŠget ready for a giggly, blushy, kicking his feet in the air Kalim. Heâs so used to being the one giving affection he forgot what it's like to receive it. Yeah a lot of his siblings love himâŠbut a lot have also tried to assassinate him so⊠Jamil finds you to be a double edged sword, as you tend to keep Kalim reigned inâŠbut he also goes crazy over you.
â„ Jamil Viper
Does not like it. Not at first. It takes a lot to earn his trust, and growing up he didnât get much affection if any. So he doesnât like it, it's a foreign feeling and it's just too much for him. Though gradually, he finds himself thinking about your touch, the way your fingers felt as your hands brushed, or wondering how soft it would be to hug you. He curses himself for becoming so weak, but those curses quiet down the second your arms hold him so sweetly. No pda, none whatsoever. But behind closed doors he's more willing to give in to your tender touches (not that heâd admit it).
â„ Vil SchoenheitÂ
Vil is picky about affection. Thereâs certain things that you can and canât do during certain times. With the media always on his back, you can never be too careful about pda. He doesnât want the world to hound you about your relationship with him, so he tends to keep things behind closed doors. He shows his affection in other ways to compensate, whether it be picking out your outfit or fixing your hair. He has become your personal stylist and you should be thankful. When it's just the two of you though, he becomes such a sap. Holds you so sweetly, trails of kisses, murmurs sweet nothings into your hair. Vil loves you and he wonât let you think otherwise.
â„ Rook Hunt
When doesnât he show you affection? Flowery words trail after you as you walk to class. Kisses to the back of your hand trail up your arm. No one can outcompete Rook when it comes to admiring you. You could kill a man and heâd be singing your praises while hiding all evidence for you. What's surprising is how he acts when it's just you two alone. Although he is sincere with his usual flowery words, it feels more intimate when you both are alone. When heâs holding your close, staring at you so lovingly, whispering how much you mean to him? I get it Rook lovers, Iâve finally gotten it.
â„ Epel Felmier
Nuh-uh. Affection? Thatâs for losers! Donât ask about how loving his grandparents are. Blushes profusely at even the smallest act and then scolds you. Heâs a manly man and manly men donât cuddle! Off topic but Iâd love to go on a rant about toxic masculinity and how those stereotypes hurt men more and see how he reacts. Epel warms up to affection quickly, but only if he initiates in public. When it's just you two heâs more chill about it. Resting your head on his shoulder, having you wrap your arms around his, placing a kiss on his foreheadâdonât tell anyone that last oneâŠ
â„ Idia Shroud
Poor, poor Idia. He only knows affection from Ortho, and after OrthoâŠonce he became a technomantic humanoid Idia couldnât hug him anymore. It reminded him that Ortho wasnâtâŠyeah so let's just say Idia is hella touch starved due to self isolation. So you have to slowly bring him out of his shell, revealing that old wound heâs left to fester and tending to it so gently. He canât help but shiver every time you run your hands through his hair, or when you kiss his temple, or when your body heat seeps into him. Over time he comes to crave your affection, seeking you out but never outright stating what he wanted. Thankfully for him you always seemed to know what he needed.Â
â„ Ortho Shroud
This poor boy pt 2. After he was created he didnât really experience physical affection. With his bulky bodies and being made from metal, he wasnât comfortable to hug. Ortho never thought about it much, although he was curious what affection felt like. So when you hugged him without a second thought he almost cried (if he could). Soaks up your affection like a sponge and reciprocates tenfold. He now hugs you as a greeting and holds your hand when you both are going somewhere. He canât help it! Who knew affection was so nice! And since you're willing, heâll always come to you if he needs someone to lean on.
â„ Malleus Draconia
Malleus knows of affection, but being the future king of Briar Valley and extremely powerful he only knows affection through Lilia and his grandmother. Lilia was super loving, donât get me wrong, but Malleus could never shake that feeling of loneliness. The way people avoid him, how heâs always out of reach. Yet youâŠyou were willing to listen to him and accompany him. So when you even touched him, he wasnât sure what to do. He wasnât well versed in means of affection, and human affection seemed even more strange. You didnât just hold his hand, youâd lean on him, you wouldnât just kiss his cheek, youâd boop him afterwards. Yet he thrived with anything youâd give him. Malleus is content with watching you eagerly, waiting for the next form of affection youâd show him.
â„ Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia isnât afraid to show his affection, and more often than not it leaves his subordinates (children) embarrassed. So when you came along, you had become his willing victim. He shows his affection in less conventional ways. His favorite is scaring you, popping out at random like he was trying to put you into cardiac arrest. But he makes up for it by kissing your nose after. Heâll also cook for youâŠI pray for your sanity because he can be really sweet but it comes in underhanded ways. If you eat his food heâll be over the moonâŠif you donât heâll pout. Itâs up to you if you want to live or not.
â„ Silver Vanrouge
Growing up under Liliaâs wing did him some favors. Heâs not against affection, he just never thought about it too much. He doesnât mind if you hold his hand or if you kiss his cheek. His favorite is when you both cuddle. Heâs a sleepy guy, so naturally this is the most common form of affection you both share. Even the animals will join you two. When he isnât sleeping though, heâll give you kisses on the back of your hand, guide you around, heâs your personal knight now. Although he does feel bad that he has to leave you a lot for his duty, heâll always try to make it up to you at the end of the day.
â„ Sebek ZigvoltÂ
Nope. No affection allowed. Your eardrums will be shattered if you try. Heâs another one who has to warm up to it. His parents are super loving, and heâs used to his mom always hugging himâŠbut he stopped all that nonsense because he has to give his all to his Waka-sama. Sebek is so intense in his worship of Malleus he finds it indecent to even think of anything romantic/affectionate with you. But when you break him down, when you hug him so sweetly or kiss his cheek so softlyâŠyeah heâs a goner. Deep down he craves for your affection, he loves it to a point it scares him. He felt his heart crack when he denied you once, the guilt in your eyes leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth. He supposes heâll allow you to hug him, but heâs still got a reputation to uphold.
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DCxDP fanfic idea: Hot Wings
A new restaurant opens in Metropolis, boosting the best chiken wings this side of the country. It's a family business run by four siblings, but the owner is the second youngest, a nice young man named Danny Fenton.
He has twenty-two flavors to choose from that vary in spice. The spiciest is called "Ghost King," and the least spicy one is "Box Ghost." It's supposed to be very hard to handle the Ghost King wings, and Danny even claims Metas have a hard time handling them.
Clark tries it out with Jimmy and Lois on their shared lunch break. While both of his co-workers can't handle more than one bite, Clack can stomach three before tapping out. Danny adds his face to the wall dubbed "Ghost Court" despite the fact he couldn't do all eight.
Clark is surprised that he's the only one on there and gets placed at "Court Jester" for the number of wings he could handle. Despite the spice, the regular buffalo (or Johnny's 13) he ends up getting afterward is the best he's ever had.
The trio returned the following week for lunch, all trying a new flavor slightly higher on the spice meter. It makes his taste buds sing in the same way only Ma could accomplish.
King's Ghostly Wings rapidly becomes Clark's favorite place. He takes Conner with him the next time his brother visits and has a laugh when Conner attempts the Ghost King challenge. Conner could handle two, so he sadly didn't end up on the wall.
Conner doesn't seem to mind as he attempts to flirt with the waitress, Jasmine, who only laughs off his flirtations as Pa had beaten how to properly treat women into Conner's head. Clack watches with amusement as his clone's attention is quickly overcome by the Ember Wings he ordered (He thinks there are nine different hot peppers in there), acting like he never had real food until then.
A month later, Clark walks into King's Ghostly, smiling at Elle (Her full name is Danielle because her parents decided on a theme after Jasmine. It's Dan, Danny and Danielle.)
She sits next to the challenger wall, and he is mildly surprised to see more faces now. He no longer holds the Jester position. Instead, there is the smiling face of Stephine Brown, face red, eyes watery, and sweaty but gleeful. The words "Three and a half" indicate why she pushed him out.
Next to her is the Knight, held by a smirking Duke Thomas, proudly stating he managed four but he looks just as worn down as Stephine.
This is followed by the Grandmaster, who shows Jason Todd giving two thumbs-ups and tears streaming down his face; he managed five. Then there is Steward, who shows Tim Drake's half-dead face, looking like he was about to hurl, but his fingers are held up in the count of six.
The Queen position is a tie between one haughty Damian Wayne, looking to be glaring at the wings before him, and a mid-laugh Dick Grayson, who looks like he is having the time of his life with tears also streaming down his face. Seven each.
The King belong to Bruce Wayne who looks just as handsome and sauve as he would any photoshot. There is a half eaten wing in his mouth, while the man winks at the camera. Ariund him are plates with chicken wing bones. The count under his name shows fifteen.
Clark stares, then reaches for his cell phone. The call rings only three times before Bruce's strong voice goes through, dragging out the last word in a a cheerful shout
"What's up, ya slut!?" Great. Brucie voice. This means Bruce is in fornt of people who still think he's a airhead playboy.
"Bruce? Did you and your kids take the Ghost King wings challenge in Metropolis?" He asks anyway, because there is no way the bats were able to stomach this. How are they human?
"Clark," Bruce drags out the ar in his name, sounding like he's spinning in an office chair. Distantly, he can hear some voices mutter under their breath in annoyance. Bruce was in a board meeting he was trying to get out of. "Of course, the kids and I tried that place. Tim's friend, Conner, took him once, and he just had to have us try out the wings. Some of the best I ever had, but that challenge wasn't that hard. Not that I wouldn't mind going for the second round. I'll try it again if you're asking me out, big guy."
Clark feels a shiver run down his spine. Sometimes, he wonders if Batman and his lot had lied to them. There was no way they were human. "Ugh, no, I just wanted to check because it's a really hard-"
"This Saturday? Of course, I'm free. I'll have Alfred watch the kids. Oh and Clark, wear that suit I got you. You know the one.'' Bruce purs in his ear making the alien sit up straighter. He fights the urge to look around, upon hearing the code that Bruce had beaten into his head since day one of Batman and Superman team ups.
Bruce wanted to investigate the establishment and needed Superman's help. But what could the Fentons have done to catch the caped crusader's attention cities away?
Blushing, because couldn't Bruce think of a better cover, Clark responds. "The one with the gold or the one with rose gold?"
"Oh suger, rose gold was made for you" Bruce sighs dramaticly, implying so much in only one sentence. The Fentons weren't human then.
Clark confirms with Bruce staying long enough on the phone to hear him brag to the uncomfortable board members about his farmer boy who will be a fun roll through the hay and winces. If their "date" gets exposed, he'll have a lot of explaining to do when Lois eventually catches wind.
She took the whole "I'm Superman" thing well, so maybe the "Bruce often implies I'm his gay plaything on the side to protect our identities" thing well, too? He should wait for when she doesn't have access to kryptonite, just in case.
"Here you are," Danny says, walking over with a tray. With a kind, relaxed smile, he places Clark's order in front of him. It's the same one he's grown used to since first coming here but for the first time Clark notices the sense of other hidden in his eyes.
Behind him Dan is working on some wings at the open bar where various kids are watching with wide eyes. If Clark stares hard enough he swears he can see the tip of his pony tail lift as if flouting. Elle is carying more then she should be able to lift, and he realized she was pretending to struggle with the overloaded dishes as she busted.
Jasmin is the only one that seems human, calmly cashing out a family at the register.
Of course Clark missed all the signs but the Bats clocked them, likely the very first time Tim walked in here with Conner.
"Thanks, Danny," He says, still mindful of his manners. Who knows, maybe they aren't up to anything. It's not a crime to not be human. He should know.
As Clark bites into his wings, he prays there are no crimes going on. He would be really sad to see his favorite lunch place gone.
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#Hot Wings#Part 1#How did the Bats handle it? They from Gotham#Bruce ruining Clark's good name#The Fentons are unaware of the Bats#They just helping Danny with his wings restaurant#implies SuperBat but only as a cover#Lois thinks it's hilarious#Despite the names the wings are regular spicy foods
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hotch sister idea-- convincing hotch to take you out to dinner with the whole team because you "want to properly meet his friends" (i'm a sucker for team dynamics) but then being shy and cute with spencer the entire time to the point that hotch notices and gets a tad protective...but ends with spencer getting her number or something
thank you for requesting đ âyou attend a party with your older brother in a not so secret plight to see Dr. Reid. You fawn, Spencer flusters, and Hotch drinks a tad more than usual. fem, 2.3k
cw for mentions of past child abuse
The car is quiet besides the tread of the tires on asphalt. You click and unclick the clasp of your shoulder bag, checking for your purse, getting worried your purse isnât in there, and checking again.
âIf thereâs something you want to ask me, you can ask me.â
You move your gaze to your brother. His quietness can make you nervous, a reflection of your father but with none of the cruelty. âI donât want you to get mad at me if itâs stupid.â
âWell, I wonât. I promise.â
You know he wonât, but sometimes the fear remains. Even when youâre far from being a kid. âDo you remember when I got suspended for, um, disrespectful behaviour? My senior year?â
Aaron turns the wheel with care. âI do.â
âAnd we went for ice cream.â
âYeah, honey, I remember.â
Thatâs the point youâre trying to make, maybe. That tenderness sewn into the middle of his sentence. If your dad knew youâd been suspended again he wouldâve made you feel it. You remember the sinking sensation in your chest waiting for him to pick you up, having written the speech heâd give you in the car ride home in your head ten times over, the sting of his palm grazing your cheek before youâd even seen his hand. So you waited in a total violent panic, head rush, wondering if anything was worth anything, when Aaron arrived to pick you up.
How did you know? youâd asked.
I changed your emergency contact. I hope thatâs okay.
âYou asked me what I wanted andâŠâ
What flavour did you want, honey? heâd asked. Honey, like he loved you, the only person in the whole world whoâd bother asking. The only man whoâd take you for ice cream at seventeen years old to cure a bad day.
âAnd you burst into tears,â Aaron says.
Heâd sat down opposite you in his suit, torn from one of his trials, and you canât remember anymore if he was an attorney or already in the FBI, but you canât forget how heâd taken your wrists into his hands and asked you not to cry.
âWhen you took me home, Haley asked me if youâd upset me, and I didnât know how to explain it so you said yes. And she shouted at you for a whole half hour.â
âWhy are you thinking about this now?â he asks.
Maybe because college is over and youâre forced to move on. Aaron asked you to try hard and you have, but now you have your degree and you donât know what to do with it, youâll get a job, and then what?
âIâve been thinking about⊠my love life.â
âOh. And you have to talk about this with me?â he jokes.
âI donât have anybody else.â
He tears his gaze from the windshield. âThatâs not true.â
âButâŠâ
He turns into the parking lot outside of Danâs Fine Wine Bar and pulls into a tight space with ease. He hesitates before he flicks off the engine, turning to you with a smile. âYouâll always have me,â he says, âand we can talk about your love life. I want to. God knows youâve heard enough about mine this last year.â You both grimace. âBut if I have to listen one more time to you talking about Spencerââ
âYou said you wouldnât get mad!â
âHoney.â He takes off his seatbelt and opens the door. âIâm not mad. But imagine your younger sibling comes to you one day to tell you they have feelings for your employee and try to find some sympathy for me!â
He clambers out of the car. You rush after him, unbuckling your seatbelt and nearly smashing your door into the car next to you. The air outside is cold, and you didnât bring a jacket even though Aaron told you to twice, so you canât mention it aloud. âI donât have feelings for him.â
âYou have a crush. Youâre too old for it.â
âI am not.â
He gestures for you to walk in front of him as he clicks the fob for the car and the doors lock automatically. âI donât understand what this has to do with your suspension.â
You chew on your cheek. Neon from the wine bar mottles your skin as you pass under it and through the door, air quickly turned from cold to temperate, the smell of old rain replaced by carpeting and beer. When you lift your head to his gaze, heâs still waiting for your answer. âYou told me things wouldnât be that hard forever. I was just wondering when itâs safe to say you were right.â
He grins at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to give you a rough hug. âRight now. Be happy right now, honey.â
âThere they are!â Penelope calls from a table near the back. Suddenly, Aaronâs entire team of work colleagues stand up where theyâve dominated a whole row of tables and booths alike to greet you. âOh my gosh, I missed you!â
You met Derek a long long time ago, and JJ around the same time, but everybody else is basically new. College was busy and Aaron busier âthere was hardly ever time to visit, and when you did it was to see him and Haley. Meeting his friends was somehow put off.
Youâve since been introduced to Emily and Spencer, so Aaron directs you to David Rossi first. Thatâs the main team done quickly. But then he has to introduce you to Anderson, Sweeney, Kelly, Cory, Davidson, etc. So many agents for one manâs birthday. Anyone would think Derek Morgan was a celebrity.
âHappy birthday!â you say, when you finally get a moment to speak.
Derek reaches over the table to hug you quickly. âThank you, gorgeous. Weâre thrilled youâre here.â He pulls back, elbowing Penelope lovingly. âArenât we, mama?â
Penelope squeals and jumps for you. âSo thrilled!â
Aaron touches your back, as if to say, Iâm here, before taking a seat opposite Rossi. You hear snippets of a conversation about whiskey and when, but youâre distracted, because suddenly Penelopeâs forcing you to sit down in her vacated seat, smack bang between Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.
Dr. Spencer Reid. âHi,â you say quietly. Canât help it. You remember how youâd reacted when you met him the week before last and wonder if itâs too late to pretend youâre cool âyouâd gotten so worked up about him. He wrote a bunch of papers you had to read for your degree, some of the most sophisticated theory on elliptical math youâd ever read, and youâre supposed to act like heâs just a normal guy?
It doesnât help that heâs model pretty. Youâd never have thought of him as he is now over email, his huge brown eyes, pale skin, the flicking curl of his hair behind his ears. When he turns his head, he has indents on his nose from a pair of glasses you wish youâd seen. You clear your throat.
âHi, Y/N, how are you?â Spencer asks.
âIâm gonna go get a drink now,â Aaron says. âWhat do you want?â he asks you.
âUm, anything. I donât really wanna drink.â
âOkay, Iâll be right back,â he says with deliberateness.
You feel heat like a rash on your neck. Heâs embarrassing you doing his dad routine.
âYou look pretty,â Spencer says.
You hide your hands under your thighs. âYou think so?â
âYou look beautiful,â Penelope says from across the table.
âDidnât inherit that Hotchner scowl,â Derek says with a grin, âI thought it came with the name.â
âI learned how to do it the day they signed the adoption certificate,â you nudge in, âI just keep it to myself. I think Aaron has it down.â
Everybody within hearing distance laughs at you, to your relief. To your left, Spencerâs shoe hits your heel.
âSo weird to hear his real name,â Emily says, tipping her drink to the side, ice and sugar on the surface. âI thought for sure youâd have to call him Hotch too.â
You look around in surprise. âHe canât be that bad. Does he really frown so much?â
Youâre told vehemently that your brother is a grump, which is something you were aware of, just not experienced in. Sure, heâs had his unhappy moments, no one can smile every second of the day, but if everyone is to be believed heâs the sternest man alive. Eventually things drift into storytelling. Aaron brings you your drink with a straw and a napkin wrapped around the base, and you find yourself listening to a graphic rehash of Derekâs first case with the BAU.
Spencerâs leg is a coal at your side.
Your self preservation runs out. âYou donât drink?â you ask, nodding to his glass bottle of coke.
âIâ I never did. I never had the opportunity. Iâve never even been to a party.â He pauses. âI donât know why I just told you that.â
âI didnât go to parties either,â you say, overjoyed to find common ground so quickly.
âI mean, I was never invited, but highschool parties didnât seem like my thing. And, you know, I was twelve.â
âYou were twelve in highschool?â
Heâs doing that thing you noticed the day you met, where his lips move before heâs ready to talk, his emotion clear. âYou werenât?â he asks, not quite smooth but enough to make you laugh suddenly.
âI wish! I couldâve been done with college years ago.â Your brows pinch together. âWait, so did you go to college as a kid?â
âI mean, sort of.â
âWhat? No wonder you didnât go to any parties, that mustâve been insane. When I was twelve I was still setting my Barbieâs up for dance parties. Aaron has a photo of me dressed up in momâs old clothes.â You lean forward for a sip of your drink.
âOh, donât worry, thereâs a photo of me just like that when I was twelve, too.â
You laugh so hard you almost choke.
A cup comes down hard somewhere behind your turned head.
âYou okay?â Emily asks.
She wears a smirk you donât understand, a joke youâve missed. You peer past her to look to Aaron for advice and find him rather sullen, hand curled tightly around his drink. You try to give him a signal to ask if heâs alright, but itâs to no avail.
âIâm fine, sorry, just a joke.â You turn back to Spencer. âThatâs adorable.â
Youâre breathless talking to him. He must notice, but Spencer doesnât say a word.
If someone asked you why he caught your attention, youâre not sure you know the answer. Heâs pretty, undeniably, and itâs fascinating that you used his theory while you were in school, but fascination isnât endless. Maybe itâs the way he looks at you. No ones ever given such a clear sense of awe; he gets stuck on you, his eyes tracing your cheek and your nose and your lips. Itâs noticeable, but it isnât unwanted. You keep coming back to his smile as he talks, the flash of his teeth.
âI honestly didnât know Hotch had a sister,â Spencer says.
âHe was keeping us apart for a reason,â you say insistently, âI just donât know what that reason is yet. He mustâve known you were the Dr. Reid Iâd been reading.â
âIt makes it sound like youâre reading me,â Spencer laughs. âLike, my hands.â
âDo you want me to?â
âDo I want you to what?â
âTo read your palm?â
âYou know how?â
âNo parties, remember?â
Spencer gives you his hand. He has nice hands, big but slim-fingered like a pianistâs, though if he plays isnât something you know. You angle it flat careful, your thumbs to either side of his open palm. âWhat do you want to know?â you ask.
âWhat can you tell me?â
You hum gently. âYou have your life line, your head line, your heart lineâ your love line.â
âWhat does thatâ that mean for me?â
You press your thumb to his mount Jupiter, a soft hill of his hand under one of his fingers where the heart line begins. âYour desire for love, and your capacity for it. See how deeply curved it is?â you ask, drawing along his heart line gently. âIt means youâre warm, and loving. That you could have a great love.â
You look up, his hand held gently between yours. âBut I could be really wrong. I havenât done this in so long, I might just be making stuff up.â
You sound insecure to your own ears, cringing away from his hand, but Spencer ducks his head just a little to keep your gaze, and he smiles at you softly. âItâs okay. I like your reading, even if itâs wrong. Where did you learn how to do that?â
âAaron would buy me any book I asked for growing up, heâŠâ
Your brother, sitting only a few seats away, canât find it in himself to regret that particular generosity even if the sight of you holding Spencerâs hand isnât one he wants to see. Itâs odd. Youâre fully grown up, and itâs not like Aaron thinks Spencer would ever hurt you purposefully, but itâs hard to see anyways. He can admit to feeling like a father watching his daughter finding a first love; he canât keep you forever and he doesnât want to, but itâs still hard to watch as you descend into giggles that border on dizziness.
âThis is a good thing,â Rossi says. âYouâll never have to worry about her being out past curfew.â
Aaron laughs, itâs funny, and then he knocks back his drink.
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THE MUSE
Benedict needs to practice female form. Naked female form. And who better to help him than his lifelong friend?
Benedict x fem!reader (smut with plot, friends to lovers) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!)
Benedict didn't know how to ask you.
You had been friends for a long time, your families were practically one. Always so united, your mamas took walks every afternoon, gossiping about the ton and your fathers had been friends since childhood. You and Benedict were bound to meet.
You and he grew up together. You were friends with his siblings, you had held sleepovers with his sisters and won cricket matches against his brothers. Lady Violet Bridgerton loved you like a daughter and your mother loved Benedict like a son.
But your friendship with him had always been special.
When you were twelve, you ran away together to camp on the riverbank, just because Benedict wanted to draw the moon reflecting in the water at night. The following year, despite the scolding you received for your river adventure, you and Benedict sneaked onto private land just to pluck a few petals from the summer sunflowers to get him the perfect shade of yellow.
You and Benedict were very close. Of course, there had always been rumors about what kind of relationship you two had and that Lady Whistledown had only added more fuel to the fire writing about you two in her pamphlets. You and him never cared about that, and neither your families but it was true that you two have had to face some uncomfortable conversations with them about it.
That's why Benedict didn't know how to ask you. You had a lot of trust in each other, you had always supported his artistic vocation but perhaps this was too much.
âOh, thank God you've come. I am in need of a model â. It was the first thing Benedict said to you when you entered his studio. The maid closed the door behind you, leaving you alone with him. Thank goodness the Bridgertons' service was very discreet, if anyone found out that you and him were alone in a room it would cause quite a scandal.
âGood evening to you too, Benedict.
âMy apologies. Good evening â. He leaned to kiss your cheek.â I need a model â. He let you know one more time.
âHow have you been? Very stressed from what I can tell â. You tried to have a normal conversation with him before you paid attention to what he required.
âIndeed.
You sighed. âWell, what is it? I thought we were going for a walk.
He nodded. âWe can go outside later. But I need to get this done by tomorrow and I feel like I'm losing my mind.
âAnd...?
âI need practice female form.
You slowly nodded. You were aware that Benedict had been recently attending this art academy, you were happy that he was finally able to pursue his passion and you couldn't deny that within the characteristic desperation of the artists, he looked very attractive. Benedict's hair was a mess, his white shirt was half-open, his sleeves were rolled up. He would never have allowed himself be seen in society like that and you were grateful because otherwise he would have all the girls after him.
âAnd you want me to...?
âPose for me.
You weren't quite sure how to do it but it seemed easy and fun. All the times he had drawn you, he had done it when you were distracted, reading, having tea with his sisters... The pencil moved effortlessly across the paper when he saw you laughing with Daphne or playing with the cards that Colin had brought back from his trip to Spain. He was already too embarrassed to admit each time he drew you and Anthony teased him by saying that if he didn't propose to you, he would show you his drawings, and Benedict's heart skipped a beat because he knew that his older brother was not known for being a joker.
Benedict still didn't know how he was going to ask you, maybe it was better to just let it out.
âAnd what shall I do? Just stand here? Like this? âYou laughed and made a dramatic pose like the ones you saw in the paintings in the gallery you visited together.
âI need you to ...
Benedict swallowed nervously. He looked down at your dress and then directly into your eyes. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish. You also looked at your dress to see if there was something wrong with it.
âBenedict I don't think I understand what you are trying to sayâ
âI need to practice naked female form.
Benedict immediately noticed your horrified face. He wanted to go back seconds ago when he hadn't even asked but if it wasn't you, who would it be? âI will not draw your face. No one will know it is you. It will be purely professional, I just need a few minutes.
You bit the inside of your cheeks and decided to trust him when he said that it would be for professional purposes only. The unfinished nude sketches that made your cheeks burn when you saw them as you entered his studio showed you that Benedict found no inspiration in the bodies of the academy models. After a nervous swallowing, you nodded and Benedict's face lit up. He hugged you but you didn't have time to hug him back because he quickly went to prepare the canvas.
âIs the door locked? âYou asked him as you shed the little jacket that covered your shoulders along with your gloves. Benedict rushed off to lock it and before he returned to his position behind the canvas. You called his name and gulped, your hands failing in their attempts to unzip your own dress. âMay I please get some help?
âOh, yes, of course. My apologies.
Benedict stood behind you, his fingers brushing the skin on your back as he began to slowly unzip it until the dress slid down your body and fell at your feet. Benedict felt like he had to look away, as if in a few seconds you would not be completely exposed to his eyes. He offered you his hand to help you get up on a small pedestal that he had in his studio. Once you got rid of your underwear, you felt vulnerable but not as vulnerable as when Benedict ran his eyes over your body from his position and with the paintbrush already in his hand.
He let out all the air he had in his lungs, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Benedict could not deny that he had imagined it on many occasions, but reality far surpassed his imagination.
âWhat... What should I do, Benedict? âYou hugged yourself.
âPut your arms down and stand like that. You look perfect, darling.
Your cheeks burned after that. You did as he said. His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration as his eyes went from the canvas to you and back to the canvas. Benedict asked you to turn around and he squeezed his eyes tightly after seeing your bare ass. Purely professional, this was purely professional, he had to remind himself.
Benedict grabbed a wooden chair and walked over to you. Your heart skipped a beat once he was so close to your naked body and he felt the exact same. He placed the chair next to you and invited you to sit on it. He nodded slowly when you did, focusing on the new position of your body. Benedict went back behind the canvas and made a few sketches.
He cleared his throat. âWould it be possible if you... Could you spread your legs?
Your cheeks grew hot and you squeezed your thighs together.
The knot you had in your stomach got tighter and you felt your chest rise and fall slowly thanks to your deep breathing. You straightened your back in the chair and you did as Benedict asked. You felt the air of the room caressing you in that warm and wet area and he held his breath, his chest puffing out as your legs slowly opened for him.
âYou are beautiful, darling. Do not be ashamed â. Every new inch he discovered of your body made you look more perfect in his eyes. It was as nice to see you as it was to paint you.
Your cheeks grew even hotter but this time it wasn't just your cheeks, your whole body was in flames starting with the area between your legs that was so exposed to his eyes.
âCould we try another position?
You nodded, relieved, you were sure it was painfully obvious the way you had gotten wet and you just hoped he was busy enough to not notice.
He dropped the paintbrush and got up from the stool on which he was sitting. Benedict felt the knot in his stomach grow tighter with each step he took closer to your naked body. You moved in the chair out of nervousness. Benedict leaned slightly over you. âMay I? âHe asked before touching your leg. His voice made you shiver, he was so close, you felt his hand brush against the skin of your thigh. You nodded and looked up at him while he repositioned your leg. Benedict's eyes meet yours, so helpless, his lifelong friend, was that innocence in your eyes, or was that...?
Lust.
Your hand grabbed the back of Benedict's head and pressed his lips against yours. His eyes widened in surprise but immediately after, his hands went to cup your cheeks as he fell to his knees in front of you. You opened your legs so he could place himself between them and be closer to you. The shameless hands of your friend traveled down your neck until they reached your breasts. You moaned against his mouth once he gave them a gentle squeeze, the soft palm of his hand brushing against your nipples.
Benedict left a trail of soft kisses from your cheeks to your collarbones and your breasts. He took one in his mouth as his hand played with the other, his tongue moving in circles around your nipple and sucking on it at the same time. Your breathing quickened and your lips parted to let out soft moans when Benedict's teeth brushed your sensitive nipple.
He let go with a pop sound and watched you gasp for air. Benedict placed his hands on the inside of your thighs and caressed your skin there before he slowly pushed them to open even further. His hands prepared you for him, his eyes asked for your permission. You nodded and Benedict flashed you a smile, that was all he needed. He peppered your thighs with kisses, taking small bites and kissing your sore skin afterwards. Your breathing deepened as his mouth got closer to where you needed him the most. He was so close he could smell you and oh Lord, his dick got hard as a rock at that moment.
You took a sharp breath when he licked from your entrance to your clit and savored your juices in his mouth. The image was completely sinful, his blue eyes were locked on you while his lips sucked on your bundle of nerves, his hands forced your legs to stay open for him. Your head was thrown back, your mouth was open in a perfect "O" form, your fingers digging into his scalp. Once he noticed the desperation in the way your hips rolled against his mouth, two of his fingers entered you easily. You stifled a loud moan, throwing a hand over your mouth.
Benedict hummed, sending vibrations to your clit.
âTalk to me. How does this feel? âHe required.
âSo good. It feels... âYou bit down your lower lip, his fingers sank deeper. âIt feels like heaven.
He was satisfied with your answer.
Benedict fucked you with his fingers until you had to grab his wrist to get him to stop, it was too much. Your legs closed around his head but his lips were still attached to your clit and he didn't stop until he heard how your moans turned into whines and cries, not until he noticed how your back arched off the chair and your chest rose and fell uncontrolled thanks to your panting. Benedict didn't stop, not until he felt how your pussy was clenching so hard that almost pushed his fingers out of you and he heard you moan his name one last time as your grip on his hair tightened.
He gave you all the time you needed to catch your breath, kissing your legs and intertwining his fingers with yours while you came down from your high. Benedict's blue eyes were locked on you making every effort to later recall every single part of you.
âHow are you feeling, darling? âBenedict stood on his feet and held your hands so that you would stand up as well. Before you could answer his question, you both realized how your legs were shaking and laughed. At the same time, you felt Benedict's grip on your hands grow stronger to keep you from falling.
Benedict leaned in and kissed your lips in the sweetest possible way. The tickling sensation in your body that you felt when you were naked in front of him had turned into a different kind of tickling, now focused on your stomach. It was so familiar, you had felt it so many times when you looked at him but now, with his lips on yours and his hands treating you with so much affection and care, it was different.
You could confirm that it was not only lust but also love.
You hummed against his lips. âWait, did you finish your drawing?
Benedict shook his head. âBut, please, do not worry about that. I will help you get dressed â. You frowned confused and he gave a quick kiss to your lips so, as he had told you, you would not worry. âI can finish later. There's no way I'm forgetting your body, my dear.
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Prompt: Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What traits do you steal from him, and vice versa? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Everyone - because I want to and Iâm amidst fleshing out all my Yuu/Character dynamics + designs Format: Headcannons. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul (Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia A/N: Putting all my brain rot from my notes into something cohesive. Contrary to my love for ripping your hearts out, I've come with some fluff this time around. BTW you may or may not already do things mentioned - I write my works with a specific Yuu in mind for each character so this is based on them. Just a reminder.
Habits you steal:
Plan-Books (Inherited) : Riddle habitually carries a planner with all his tasks. A physical one, not an app in his cell phone like most students choose. You find it easier to manage and swap to paper-and-pen alternatives at his recommendation.
Tidiness (Inherited): Riddle is a nit-pickier when it comes to physical presentation. His habits of pressing his uniform, laying his clothes out every night, and dressing conservatively rub off. He has a point - ironed trousers do make a difference. Every morning he will redo your uniform tie. It's never knotted to his 'standard', and is his preferred excuse to greet you before class.
"Now, isn't that better? Surely you are more comfortable in ironed linens than those rags you'd been wearing as pajamas. You seriously found them lying in Ramshackle? Were you not given an allowance to buy basic needs? Ridiculous! The Headmaster's irresponsibility holds no bounds!" <- Utterly appalled that you've been sleeping in century-old robes. He supplies you with seven sets of pajamas, a spare uniform, and an iron + board for Ramshackle. All after reaming the Headmaster for neglect in the last dorm-head meeting - either Crowley coughed up the marks or Riddle will supply from his own bank. Seven have mercy if he chooses to become a lawyer instead of a doctor.
No Heels (Developed): Riddle has a height complex. He won't make a show of it, but you wearing heels does emasculate him. Especially if you're already taller naturally. For his sake, you choose to slay your outfits in flats.
"Are those new loafers? Oh - no, they're lovely. The embroidery is exquisite and I can see why Pomefiore's Housewarden models for their brand. I merely thought you preferred the heeled saddle-shoes we saw during the past weekend trip. I must have been mistaken. Never mind me. You look wonderful."
Playing Brain Teasers (Inherited): Riddle has this thing with memory - you don't know if he's really into preventing old-age Alzheimer's or what. He carries a book of teaser games like Sudoku, etc. for when he has downtime and you eventually get into them too.
"Oh! My Rose, would you care to join me for lunch? Trey's siblings recently mailed in a large collection of cross-words. You'll find they are both educational and entertaining - hm? I do not seem the 'type' for word-games? I assure you, even I can relax on occasion. There is no need to look so surprised." <- Riddle's been making a grand effort to do things he enjoys and become more personable. Trey's siblings did not send the collection. Riddle went into town and picked it out on his own. He also found a book on organizing excursions since he's big on quality time. He is dead-set on not being a neglectful or 'boring' partner.
Swear Jar (Developed): Tired of Riddle collaring Ace for his vulgar tongue, you suggest a Heartslabyul swear jar. When the jar gets filled, the money can be used to fund things like study materials and renovations for the dorm. Riddle liked this idea, but now implements it on anyone who sets foot in the Heartslabyul. Considering you spend most of your time there, you've had to develop a vast vocabulary beyond swearing. Oh - you also unironically use the word 'fiddlesticks' now.
Habits he steals:
Useless Expenses (Inherited): You are an enabler without a doubt. Riddle has always functioned with the bare bones - with function and efficiency being the number one priority. Ever so slowly - you've spoiled him with aesthetically pleasing stationary. At first all the needless purchases felt redundant - why buy the pillowcases with flowers when plain white is cheaper? You can invest in a higher quality this way. Yet you've ruined him with gifts that he had no choice but to use. Now he needs to buy the pens with little hedgehogs on them because studying doesn't feel the same with a plain ballpoint.
Slang Dictionary (Developed): With each passing day, all the students in Heartslabyul get more creative at bending the rules. That includes you. Riddle takes it upon himself to carry a 'little-black-book' full of all the sang words he is unfamiliar with. He does want to be a bit more 'hip' to understand you more, but at the same time he wants to bust any student being a smart-mouth. It's an ongoing battle *sigh*.
"Apologies, could you repeat that term for me? Surely it must be relevant to my lecture if you and Ace are whispering. 'Let him cook'? Do you think we are in a culinary lecture?! Have you not been listening to - ah. So it's in reference to letting me finish before interrupting...One moment. I need to make a note."
Chewing Gum (Developed): This is an ode to psychology. In short, eating is tied to a person's fight-or-flight. Instincts dictate that our bodies need to be in a calm state to eat comfortably. One day when Riddle was at his wits end, you tossed him a pack of sugarless gum and told him to chew. Disregarding Trey's unholy dental screeching, Riddle develops a gum dependence for when he's stressed out. On the bright side, his jaw has never been so sharp.
âMimicry? You must be mistaken. Even if my influence has affected their person, surely there are only positive developmentsâ == Riddle denies any changes if confronted. In truth, heâs well aware of how much youâve helped him grow. Itâs the opposite accusation that spikes concern. Riddle does not want others thinking youâre a mini-version of him. Rumors are not kind and neither is his current reputation. Making those amends is his burden to bare. He is flattered to see you paying attention to his mannerisms, and secretly proud that your bond is strong enough to affect the psyche.
Habits you steal:
Whistling (Inherited): Trey whistles while working in the kitchen or doing general chores around the dorm. He's not very loud with it, so not may students are bothered. Since you laze about in his shadow the tunes he goes through do become repetitive. Now you do the same when cleaning up Ramshackle. Grim wants to knock you both out because he can't take it anymore.
"Ah -- How'd you know it was me in here? Just because I bake for the un-birthday parties doesn't mean I live in the kitchen, you know. My whistling? Huh. Never thought that would be my calling card but there are worse things, haha"
Head-Scratching (Inherited): Trey's got a habit of scratching the back of his head when he's uncomfortable or nervous. That, or rubbing at the nape of his neck while adverting eye contact. You start doing this too whenever you're being scolded or put in a tough situation.
Dental Hygiene (Inherited): By far the most obvious shared trait. Trey enforces his dental habits onto everyone- you are no exception. You now own four different kinds of floss, two toothbrushes (one being electric), and have a strict hygiene routine. Your pearly whites have never been so clean. Eventually you become somewhat of a secondary enforcer, policing anyone who sleeps over your dorm to take care of themselves before bed. All of Heartslabyul learns that there is no going back when you scold Riddle for not brushing after his teatime tart, and live to tell the tale.
"Hey - uh, weird question? Were you handing out floss to the Spelldrive Team yesterday? Seriously? I though Grim was pulling my leg - oh, no! It's not weird at all! Those guys should have a better routine for all the meat they eat when bulking. I'm just shocked you got through to them." <- Very proud. Mildly cocky. He's been itching to get those negligent jocks to floss after their banquets his entire tenure, but steered away from that conflict like the plague. Thank you for making his dreams come true. Now if you could maybe get them to stop picking their gums with toothpicks?
Habits he steals:
Overbuying Food (Developed): Being a baker's son, Trey's good with finances and money. He's also meticulous with the ingredients he purchases for his bakes. You are not. You go to Sam's shop, buy whatever is on sale, and then bring it back home to improvise. This ends poorly more often than not, and behold! Trey has two Ramshackle sluggers snooping around his kitchen for eats. This is unpredictable and therefore he now never knows what amount to buy. You've ruined him.
Phone Calls (Developed): Texting is easier. Especially since phone calls can be a commitment that Trey dislikes being wrapped up in. Whenever Cater's name pops up as the caller, Trey knows he's getting an ear full. The thing is that you never. answer. your. phone. Either the text gets lumped in with the hundreds of missed messages you have, or Grim stole your cell to play mobile games. So Trey gives up and only ever calls. Either Grim will answer or you'll pick up thinking it's the snooze of your alarm.
"Hello? Prefect, where are you? It's me, Trey. Just calling to see if you're still coming to the Un-Birthday party? Riddle's getting a bit nervous since the schedule's set for the next hour. Grim's already here with Ace and Deuce - uh, want Cater to send a double to pick you up? I have a sinking feeling that you're asleep...Call me? Please?" <- He was correct. You called back not a moment after, half-asleep and hauling ass not to be late.
Speaking in Propositions (Inherited): Trey's normally good at keeping neutrality in a conversation, but getting a clear answer out of Yuu you is like solving a rubix cube. Either it's easy and instant, or a long game. Eventually your habit of indecisiveness rubs off on him and he asks questions more than answers them. Evidently this gets his younger classmen to stop asking for favors unless they really need to.
âAha - really? I didnât notice at all. Okay. Okay, I picked up on a few hints. Whatâs so wrong with them taking after me? Itâs cute, right?â == Trey is the observant sort that picks up on his influence quickly. Not just anyone carries floss in their pocket at all times - and the looks from his dorm-mates when you offer some up is enough for the realization to click. Treyâs used to playing the respectable sort, and finds it endearing that youâre taking his good notes to heart. In truth, most of Treyâs mimicry is intentional. Heâs a flexible guy who doesnât mind altering his habits to fit your needs. Easier this way, yâknow?
Habits you steal:
Speaking in Acronyms(Inherited): Now this is scary. The first time it happened, you had to take a pause and just re-evaluate your entire life. You don't use them nearly as often as Cater does, but somewhere along the line your brain must have rewired to speak in internet lingo. O-M-G you're TOTALLY twinning with him right now, period :)
Nicknames (Inherited): Again, frightening. You once swore against ever calling him Cay-Cay. It isn't very slay-slay. Yet you can only hear him use nicknames for so long until you're unconsciously calling people by them too. Especially since he's always dishing gossip. It starts in your head, which is fine. It's not like they know. Then you call Lilia 'Lils' and that old fart is just grinning behind his sleeve because ohoho~ young love <3
"Did you just- AHA! OMG DO IT AGAIN?! Wait, gotta get my camera out for this - wha? Oh, that's totes not fair! C'mon. Call me Cay-Cay. Just once! I won't even post it to Magicam, please? Lils won't believe me without proof! Pleasssssseeeee - " <- He actually doesn't want you to call him Cay-Cay all the time. Cater likes you using his given name, since it's more personal. Although the way it obviously slipped out on accident is just too cute to ignore.
Reality TV (Inherited): At first you don't like the gossip. It's cheesy, a bit annoying, and the shaky camera-work for nearly every show is headache inducing. Cater likes his dose of drama in his free-time, and Ramshackle has a tv that no one is using. It starts with him watching while you do other things around the dorm. Yet each time you pass the living area, you take longer to leave. Lingering around like one of the ghosts. Then he pulls you in with snacks and starts giving the low-down of what's going on, pulling out a bottle of tangerine shimmer polish to paint your nails. It's just one episode, watch it for him? Please? Oh no. No. No. Suddenly you're invested in who's the baby-daddy of little Ricky and what Chantel is going to do because her sister just lost the house to foreclosure.
"#KingdomOfDeadbeats - am I right? Ugh. I'm so glad we met if that's the dating scene back home...What?! I know it isn't real! Don't be a dummy, I was just joking! Ah! Stop! Don't hit me!" <- Half-hearted jokes about going on one of those talk-shows one day. You're an alien, after all - imagine the juicy drama and views his account would get from doing an interview? It's all jokes though. Cater likes spilling the tea, but hates being it. Don't ever abandon him and go out for milk though, kay? He doesn't want to pay Grim's child support. Otherwise he might have no choice smh
Habits he steals:
Phone/Web Games (Inherited): Cater's phone is mainly full of social media. He's not too into the gaming scene, it's not his peeps y'know? Alas, you download a few dress-up games and one MMO on his phone. First off - props on getting his phone. That's Cay-Cay's lifeline and not just anyone gets to play with it. Pray tell - what is this Wonderstar Planet (props if you know what is being ref.) and how can he become the most influential digital streamer on it? Congrats. He's addicted.
"Who's this Muscle Red and why's he bombing our raid - AH! He just tea-bagged me! So not cool...Prefect? STOP LAUGHING WE HAVE BETS ON THIS MATCH! There goes my collab opportunity, big fail" <- Muscle Red continues to make an appearance. Eventually he becomes Cater's official rival on stream, and Lils is all to invested in the tea cater drops during club meets. Side note. You're the one who gave 'muscle red' Cater's domain code. The lore thickens.
Internet Caution (Developed): This goes without saying, but Cater's well-known in the Magicam scene. He's very forward and knows his way around using charisma. Since you're not in the scene as much, he becomes more cautious of where and when he does streams. The change is so subtle that only the most observant people will pick up on it - but Cay-Cay doesn't want any creepos popping in if y'know what I'm saying. His sisters were the ones to instigate this change.
âAwe~ SRSLY?! Thatâs fresh news to my ears but good, right? Ne, are there any clips or pics? I need my evidence, yâsee. Especially if my cutie is off taking notes from their one and only. Câmon, spill the tea!â == Cheeky Cater is well aware of whatâs happening. Heâd humor anyone out for some light teasing - after all, he isnât by your side at all hours. His walls are probably the second most difficult in all of campus to bypass, so heâs both sweetened and nerved to see you picking up on his mannerisms. Thatâs proof of a strong attachment, after all.
Habits you steal:
Knuckle Cracking (Inherited): Deuce still does this from his biker days. It could be because joint pain from past fights, or possibly air retention in his knuckles from studying. Regardless, Deuce cracks his knuckles at least once every few hours and you began to mimic him. Some people groan at the popping sounds but it really does feel good to release the tension. Let's just hope neither of you dislocate any fingers on accident.
"Stop that! G-geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Thought you broke a finger...your hands are stiff? That just means you're studying a lot! I think...uh, let's break? I think there's some leftovers in the kitchen." <- Deuce 100% gets needing to pop those air bubbles. His hands get stiff from studying all the time, but don't crack them too much or you might dislocate something. Side note - he shows you how to wrap your fingers with a soothing salve. He used to do it after fights, but now it's a great help after class.
Double Notes (Developed): Deuce tries. He really does. Yet the lad just isn't great when it comes to book smarts. Seeing that he is dedicated to turning over a new leaf, you make a habit of copying all your notes. He isn't allowed to share them with Ace or Grim - else all bets are off. Sometimes you leave little 'good job' stickers on the last page for him. Is he a toddler? No. Does he peel the stickers off and save them? Totally. He is a good noodle. Suck it Ace.
Sewing (Developed): He breaks things. Most of the time it's an accident. You've learned to carry a mini-sewing kit for all the rips in Deuce's uniform. Same for mini remedies for stains and other problems. It's not like he's trying to get grass stains all over his under-shirt or to split the seam in his gloves (nearly every week). It just happens, and every time he comes to you with a kicked-puppy look with a promise of it being the last time. It is never the last time.
"Uhm...hun'? It happened again. I'm so sorry for bothering you but Housewarden is going to kill me if he sees the tear in my blazer! Can you fix it?! I can't handle another collar with my exam tomorrow! I need to breathe to focus! - really!? I owe you one! Snacks are on me tonight."
Habits he steals:
Bottomless Stomach (Developed): Have leftovers from dinner? Bring them over. He'll get the tubba-ware back in 1-2 days. Coupon for buy-one-get-one at Sam's? He'll take the extra and polish it off in less than a minute. Deuce becomes a human garbage disposal and is taking the unwanted condiments off your sandwich to eat. Just pick them off and leave 'em on the corner of his lunch plate. Even if he dislikes it, he'll down it so you don't have to.
"Mm. Oh, thanks hun' - its that all you're eatin'? You don't like the steam bun? It is a bit dry, but wasting food is disrespectful to the cooks! I'll finish it for you so have my fruit instead. You still need to eat" <- 10/10 very thoughtful and not picky at all. He is grateful to eat your cooking and will gobble up all leftovers at Ramshackle, but doesn't think twice to sharing meals in the cafeteria. He will notice though if you do not eat enough. Restocks the snack cabinet if he sees it's empty. Is touched if you routinely share things you know he enjoys, like saving half your frittata on purpose.
Early Riser (Inherited): See - even if you hate the mornings, there is no choice at Night Raven College. As Ramshackle Prefect you need to be up to take care of business before class. Deuce becomes your personal alarm clock because he wants some time with you before everyone else joins in. Mind you that he lives with three other dudes who threaten to end him every morning because his alarm wakes them up too. Eventually he can wake up without it, but the time leading is unpleasant.
"W-what? Seriously? I've been trying to be more like them! They're a good person and responsible so I've been trying to follow their example. To think we've been doing the same thing this entire time...." == Why would you ever imitate him? He's been trying his damn best to become an honor student worth respecting, and has a long way to go. To think you're comfortable enough with him to mimic his mannerisms? It's a pipe dream, one he doesn't grasp until it's put right in front of his face. You don't let anyone else pick off your plate other than Grim. The next time his clothes tear, he's already handing off his tie before realizing just what's happening. When you wrap his knuckles after a six-hour lock in at the library? He can't help but feel proud at how neat the bandages are. Suddenly the dark memories of hiding bruised knuckles from his mom are pacified with healing balm. Deuce views this development as a gift, and is grateful. Very, very grateful.
Habits you steal:
âI owe youâ cards (Inherited): Ace's favorite social invention - the 'solid'. Nothing spells new-low like getting your friends to do stuff in exchange for a favor in the future. Most of the time Ace counts on people forgetting he owes them one, but you're not so gullible. The only difference between you both is that while Ace never fulfills his solid, you have a conscience. Give it a few more years. He'll get ya.
"I know this is the third ticket this week but - Oh! C'mon, cut a guy some slack, would you? I'm sorry for bein' late to our date. Yeah, it was shitty. I'm not trying to fight it, aright? I'm here now so let's have some fun and you can chalk three strikes on my tab. I'll even buy ya some candy - Ah! Okay! Two candies but that's where my charity ends!" <- Evidently, the 'I-owe-you' tabs cancel each other out from how often you both call in favors. It's just an excuse to do acts of service or express apologies without being too mushy. Ace is definitely keeping a track record of them though. Expect an ongoing log that dates back to the week you met, when he showed up homeless, collared, and looking to couch surf.
Profanity (Inherited): Ace swears like a sailor. Maybe not so much in his dorm because *cough* he's being policed. He holds no such reservations when you're both alone at Ramshackle. Unfortunately his potty mouth has a mind of it's own - it taints you, and you are a sham of a prefect. Ace earned a week-long collar for teaching you some Twisted-Wonderland exclusive curses. Riddle is not pleased.
Leaving the Windows Unlocked (Developed): There are only so many times he can sneak in through your window before the adrenaline-induced charm wears off. You have class in the morning, and can't be bothered to deal with him on nights he can't pass out in his dorm. Thank seven you have all of Ramshackle to yourself - because Heartslabyul sounds like a nightmare with the roommate situation. You can't leave the front door open for obvious reasons, but most nights the guest-bedroom window will be left slightly ajar in case he needs a place to crash.
"Pssst! Oi! Prefect! ...ugh, Grim! Wake them up, man! The latch is stuck. Don't go back to bed you furball! HEY! IT'S FREAKIN COLD OUT HERE SO LET ME IN ALREADY" <- Please let him in. If Ace has to spend one more night in that stinky dorm with three dudes, he'll string one of their dirty gym socks over your bed. No mercy.
Sleeping with Earplugs (Developed): Bitch Ace snores.
Habits he steals:
Notes Memo (Developed): Ace is bad with remembering things. Anniversaries? Dates? Allergies? He admits to not putting in a great amount of effort, but you can't say he doesn't try at all. He has a notes block on his phone dedicated to things like your go-to takeout orders and preferences. He even has a few alarms set days before any important events because even if you say no-gifts or plans...yeah, he's not that stupid.
Excessive Yawning (Inherited): You're always tired - it wasn't Ace's problem before but now he does feel a bit guilty. Dragging you into his messes felt different when you were just the prefect, y'know? Regardless, it's human instinct to mimic each other's demeanor so he'll openly yawn all the time - normally in succession of you.
"Hey...you're dozing off again. Am I seriously that boring to hang around? - Nah. Just messin' with you. I'd suggest taking a nap during next period but I doubt a goody-goody like you is gonna take that advice. Let's just ditch juice at lunch and go back to the dorm. Don't get mad if I forget to wake you up though"
Medications (Developed): Ace is the last person to become a human apothecary, but he's always got a pack of pain-reliever meds in his pocket with a few bandages, etc. He also attached one of those tiny capsule bottles to his keyring with some stomach meds inside. You took a spill running laps? Dang man. That sucks. Here's a band-aid for your knee. Curse you for making him the slightly-more responsible one.
"Eh..what, like it's a shock? You saying I'm a bad influence? Cause yeah, that checks. Nothin' I can do if they want to take a card outta my deck though," == Ace is entirely neutral on the topic. He is definitely smug that you're coming over to the dark side, but he doesn't need anyone to point it out. He was your first after all. Maybe the start could have been a bit better - but hey, you came around. It's not like he's hurting anyone by helping build your backbone. Although Ace will instantly deny going soft for you in any way, shape, or form.
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