#nobody else likes him as much as I do I fear

[calicooken]

Alright so can we talk about the Rafayel to Caleb girlie pipeline because I’m seeing something interesting

I feel like a lot of Rafayel girlies are so into Caleb right now. Like I saw a lot of us posting about Gege and discussing about his storyline more than other girlie does.

What is with us here? 😂

I saw the post talking about Caleb is for the only-child/ or oldest child who grow up ALONE and I was like, hold on a minute. I think I cracked the code

1. We do have a type. A complex, tragic but also very passionate man. The type to not be very easy to love. But will be the most loyal& devoted to you through thick and thin

2. You need someone to heal your inner child. A part from you that never got taken care of

3. THE BANTER, they have to be a bit of playfulness from them and be able to joke about serious stuffs

4. The type to hide their emotional side behind those playful gazes bc sometimes you did that too

5. Someone who doesn’t care if you make mistakes or not be a perfect human being all the time because you have to be like that all your life

6. Someone who is a little bit intense, for some people they’re too overbearing. Someone who’s not scared to be ‘too much’ for you in terms of expressing their love bc that’s what you fear you are and you keep most of your emotions to yourself- leaning more on avoidant side

7. The howl in howls moving castle to Prince Zuko to Rafayel to Caleb- something like that

Now with the only child who grew up ALONE topic

As an only child, I grow up in a household where every woman in my life are living the life of “Strong, independent, girlboss” woman to the point of burning themselves on the ground. I see the cycle repeating for several generations until my own.

I grow up mostly alone, having to take care of myself in every aspects. And I mostly did it well.

But In reality, I just can’t effort to be reckless. Because if I don’t take care of myself and keep myself in check, nobody else will.

(Nobody will save me but me)

For some people the “Yandere” side of Caleb are a red-flag but for me?

to have a man care about you and taking care of you all the time? Notices about every details in your life and makes sure you never have to lift a finger?

That’s my wet dream, A fantasy.

His doting & overprotective personality healed the little girl inside me.

Same with Rafayel, being with him always heals my inner child that I never fully experience as a kid.

Both of them are so 🥺🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

[yumecel]

Fixation 💙

yandere!neuvillette / f!reader | 0.7k words

summary: oral fixation neuvillette for anon

specifics: ooc, neuvillette centric pov

Part 3 of Pervert Neuvillette.

[ReadMe 🔗] [1 🔗] [2 🔗] [3 ����]

tws: yandere, stalking, nonconsensual sexual activity

i promise i’m 18+, i promise i read the warnings, i promise i’m okay with seeing dark content, i know one thousand curses will karmically descend on me should i lie [yes⬇️] [no↩️]

The Iudex has no vices.

That’s what the people of Fontaine believe. They’d be very surprised to know of how wrong they were, which is why Neuvillette must guard such secrets with unwavering ferocity.

Especially from you.

You’re very sweet to him. Very understanding. And when he looks at you, he sees a bare neck he wants to bite into. Every part of your skin begs to be marked as his territory. He keeps his office cold sometimes just to see your erect nipples underneath that paper-thin blouse of yours. Imagines running his forked tongue around them and suckling gently. You’re always quite receptive in his imagination.

He doesn’t stare. But when he’s sitting and you’re standing, they’re at eye level, and he can’t be blamed for having an imagination.

And there are your lips, fluttering with words he pays utmost attention to. Or perhaps it’s more of the movement and the sound as opposed to the words. He wishes he could be more attentive, and there’s certainly no honour in his perverse obsession, but he really can’t stop himself. He is both a connoisseur and collector. You are the subject of this.

What you don’t know won’t hurt you. There is a little guilt, Neuvillette supposes, locked in that drawer along with one of your chewed pencils and a wrapper your lips had touched, but he’s always too far gone by the time he opens it to care. A hand ghosting over his crotch, desperately in need of a fix. Not going all the way, not in his office, just something-

But there’s a light knock on the door that can only be you, and he shuts it hurriedly.

“Come in.”

Nobody else would’ve been permitted to knock at this time. Sedene must’ve let you through.

“Are- are you busy?” You say, timidly walking towards his desk and no doubt acknowledging the way he looks startled. “It’s not that important. I hoped you would be on break right now.”

“No,” He replies, pulling papers towards himself in an attempt to imitate normality. “I planned on stopping soon. Perhaps you’d care to join me?”

You perk up a little, much to his delight.

“I’d love to, but first, have you seen my lip balm anywhere? I swear I left it in your office.”

There is a part of him that wants to tell you to wait one moment whilst he fishes it out of his drawer. He is the Iudex. Confronted with probable cause, he absolutely cannot lie.

“I believe I remember you having it, but…”

You put up your hands, perhaps a little ashamed of bothering him over something so trivial. Oh, if only you had dull excuses to come into his office every day.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll probably reappear.” You laugh, cutting him off.

He’ll buy you a new one. You don’t need to know the motivations behind your loss of it. And you certainly don’t need to know of the rest of his hoard. Tonight, he will selfishly take it out of the drawer and learn what your lips taste like. He will clench his fingers around it and feel a guilt like no other, but for one brief moment, a deep, dark part of him is somewhat fulfilled.

Which is certainly enough reason to do it over and over again.

———

You’ve been having strange dreams as of late. Neuvillette knows this. He just wishes it didn’t mean you started to fear looking him in the eye.

Walking in dreams is trivial for a being as ancient as him.

It’s too tempting to imagine you waking up terrified with a sticky mess between your thighs. Some of the shame of his obsession seeping into you, defiling your body the same way you unknowingly defiled his mind. Tongue running through your folds, your voice ringing through his ears, moving together in harmony until the connection severs and he finds himself abruptly awoken.

He tries not to overdo it, he swears, but his appetite is insatiable.

Not quite ready to subject himself to the very human pain of rejection, he endures every moment he must be apart from you with his unassailable dignity. Though, he is well aware that it isn’t dignified to steal your lipstick-stained tissues, or kiss your knuckles with such ulterior motives, yet he knows how to make it all seem innocuous. When he’s finally running his tongue along the letter seal of your court order, he’ll know the next thing it meets will be the inside of your mouth. By then, it’ll be far too late to escape his clutches.

Perhaps then, he will finally be satisfied.

[sufferu]

Okay, so — there are a lot of things here that I fundamentally disagree with. Namely: BTZ is a very specific kind of story with a very specific set of thematic elements that are woven together, and within those elements Julimilia plays a couple of very specific roles both within the story and within the meta surrounding it, in a way that basically nothing else would be able to do.

1) The stated premise of BTZ (+ Knights if the Roundtable comparison)

BTZ is not actually about everyone suddenly becoming an idiot; it’s a commentary on common Re:Zero fanfiction tropes, a comedy of errors about just how badly a very specific situation can spiral out of control, and a what-if about Subaru getting booted from his role in the main storyline. Key themes include the dangers of the refusal to communicate (whether it be out of guilt or out of pride), the messiness of second chances, and where to go if all of your worst fears about yourself really do come true (which I’ll come back to later). These specific (and rather unconventional) themes are pretty important, here, because they mean that what I am intending to do with this story is very, VERY different from stories like the Arthurian mythos, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” or even the original canon Re:Zero story.

I never really got into the mythos about the Arthurian Knights, but I think it’s safe to say that what those stories are trying to accomplish is in a completely different ballpark than BTZ. Trying to map those characters onto the characters in BTZ isn’t really…fair, lol: they have different narrative contexts and are being positioned in service of particular goals both within the story and within the meta. Giving him Excalibur or the power to surpass Julius or whatever — that would make BTZ a different story entirely, with a different narrative, different themes, and different conclusions.

And speaking of Julius—

2) Julius being Subaru’s “traditionally manly superior” is actually the point

Julius IS faster, stronger, more handsome, more traditionally masculine than Subaru. Subaru isn’t wrong about that part. Sometimes people win the genetic lottery, that’s just a fact of life. What Subaru is wrong about is how much that fact actually matters, because he’s convinced himself that it matters a LOT — when as far as everyone else is concerned it’s almost completely irrelevant.

A really big part of what Subaru and Julius’ dynamic represents in this story is the following: even if all of your fears really DO come true, it is nowhere near the end of the world. To put it simply, Subaru is terrified that Julius is everything he will never be — and in a lot of ways, he’s right. He never beats Julius in a fight, he never surpasses Julius in terms of adherence to this image of traditional masculinity, and Emilia ends up in a relationship with Julius instead of in a relationship with Subaru.

But where he’s dead wrong is with how much any of that superficial bullshit actually matters. Sure, Julius is a more traditionally masculine man than he is, and is capable of feats that he will never be able to achieve on his own, and gets the girl instead of him. And yeah, it hurts, at least at first. But NONE of that crap reflects on how much Subaru is valued by other people, or on his worth as a person, or even on how much Emilia truly, genuinely loves him (even if it’s not quite in the same way he thought he wanted). All his more specific fears about being “inadequate” in comparison to Julius come true and yet here he is, and he’s not inferior, and nobody thinks he’s worthless, and he still gets a truly happy ending.

I tend to find this sort of conclusion a lot more emotionally satisfying than the usual “You have nothing to fear because your insecurities are simply wrong” conclusion that most stories come to, frankly. Because you know what? Sometimes you really DON’T get first place, and that’s FINE. I think it’s comforting to be told that it’s okay if you don’t achieve everything that you think you’re supposed to, and that everything will still turn out well for you even if all you can really do is the best that you can. Most stories have the main character actually succeed in becoming the best of the best, especially in anime, and I get it but — I think that this sort of conclusion can honestly be even more impactful, if done correctly.

(And without spoiling things: Subaru actually does surpass Julius in several areas, and everyone but Subaru knows it. He just doesn’t value these areas, and it is precisely BECAUSE they come so easily to him that he doesn’t recognize them as anything of any real worth. And that, too — more than almost anything else, arguably — is something that he needs to learn to overcome.)

The Julimilia subplot is largely an extension of this, because the idea of “getting the girl” in order to prove oneself as a man — and the idea of unrequited love marking you a failure — I HATE that cultural narrative.

3) In which Subaru does not get the girl

I’ve mentioned previously that the Julimilia subplot was largely fueled by me reacting to the BNHA Cuck Porn Frenzy, in which BNHA’s ending absolutely FLOODED my dash with angry Deku Cuck Porn for several weeks in response to him not explicitly ending up in a romantic relationship with Ochako. And the thing is, there were several underlying themes in that whole incident that I really, really hated: entitlement about how Deku “deserved” Ochako and how she was some sort of “gold digging bitch” for not chasing after him, this incredibly mean-spirited attitude about how Deku was apparently now this total washed-out loser, this idea about how all of his former classmates were suddenly superior to him to the point where they completely stopped wanting such a “useless nobody” around anymore (plus some serious classism about fast food workers being inherently less worthy of respect, too) — it was a lot.

And then pretty soon after that, there was that incident where a bunch of cuck fics all got posted in the Re:Zero space at the same time, and I saw a number of the same themes playing out there: Emilia being a selfish asshole who treated Subaru like dirt, the third party being this unquestioningly superior source of humiliation, Subaru being an inferior man who nobody would treat with respect… It was a lot. And look, I’m not gonna bash anyone who gets something out of that sort of thing, lol — but I found myself really put off by a lot of those very specific themes, and that got me thinking about WHY I felt so put off by it.

It wasn’t that I disliked the concept of the main love interest ending up with someone else: that basically never bothers me. So, I started thinking about what elements of these stories I was actually responding negatively towards, and then about how I, personally, would construct a similar scene: what elements I would keep, what I would get rid of, and what I might add in order to enhance the vibes that I thought could make such a prompt valuable (because there had to be SOMETHING: I wouldn’t be thinking about it so much if there wasn’t anything there, after all). And that got me thinking about a scenario where Emilia wasn’t treated like she was evil for liking someone else, where that third party genuinely respected and valued Subaru as an individual, and where Emilia still loved Subaru very, very much — even if it wasn’t romantic. And I…really liked that idea. And then I realized that it actually really, REALLY fit with the broader themes of BTZ, especially the themes about insecurities and second chances.

Julimilia also completely fits within the meta of the narrative. In BTZ I, it — to be completely honest, it’s probably the most obvious thing I could do in a fanfiction literally called “Natsuki Subaru’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Or Week) (Or Month).” I don’t think there’s anything more on-brand for that title that I could write than a Julimilia endgame. It also completely fits with BTZ I and II being a commentary on “edgier” Re:Zero fics. A large part of that commentary is “What would need to happen for these characters to act in this very specific manner?” and adding a scenario like a Julimilia endgame only heightens that part of the narrative. To be frank, it gets to the point where not committing to the bit is nothing short of a missed opportunity, lol.

Finally, just coming back to this: there’s nothing wrong with being rejected. Yeah, it hurts, but it’s not the end of the world. Subaru gets his heart crushed, and he feels like shit for a while, but eventually he heals and he moves on and everything is okay again — BETTER than okay, because by the end of BTZ III he’s got both Julius and Emilia as these incredible friends who he deeply treasures from the bottom of his heart. This “Forever Alone” thing where your romantic feelings being unrequited means that you’re a total loser who will never truly be happy — that’s just not it. That sort of mentality reduces men to being dependent on romance for self-worth and it reduces women to trophies that need to be won, and I just never really liked it from either of those angles. The Julimilia subplot of BTZ is largely me expressing my discontent with that very mindset, even, in that Subaru really DOES see himself that way for the first part of the story and has to unlearn it in order to be truly happy.

—And if the way that got resolved was just him ending up with Emilia, then…I mean, what does that say about his worth? That he really is only worth something if he manages to get with the girl he likes? That he really can’t get a happy ending unless it’s with Emilia?

Anyway — those are my thoughts about the themes of BTZ, Julius’s role in BTZ, and why exactly I feel like a Julimilia endgame is such a good fit for the wider BTZ narrative.

i don't have the energy for a second essay, so I'll just cheat by using preexisting media. it was better in my head at work sorry.

the reason why you get complaints about Julimilia is that it is a betrayal of the stated premise of Back to Zero.

"Everyone finds out about Subaru's bs and crit fails everything."

vs what you are writing

"Everyone finds out about Subaru's bs, crit fails everything, and Emilia forms a romantic relationship with Julius in the background."

or to quote a writer about a space demon clown:

"Why does no one complain about the child gore in the story about kids facing a space demon, but always complains about the child orgy that I shoved in?"

I came across the term 'Bishonen' (Beautiful Boy) a while back as one of the beauty standards for Japanese teenage boys and young men, because they loved a 70s actor whose name I forgot.

*wikis it*

ah, so ancient asian asthetic instead of the glamrock era.

anyways, I firmly believe that Julius fits this mold. see the reverse harem members of classic shoujo manga and anime "Ouran Highschool Host Club"

this is half of the reason why Subaru is so annoyed at him in arc 3. because the literal beauty standard was given flesh.

secondly we have to go back a few centuries to a land of knights.

do the names of King Arthur, Queen Guinevere, and Lancelot mean anything to you?

i mean it's not a perfecting mapping, but the vibes are the same.

Subaru doesn't have the adventuring experience of being a knight prince. no caliburn (the actual Sword in the Stone/Sword of Selection), his merlin actively hates him to the point of trying to mold him into a living weapon.'

sure Rem is on his side (oh wait, this is Back to zero). sure Subaru can hel- oh wait they are putting him on the bottom of a massive cuddle pile.

it is true that Subaru and Emilia aren't married yet. however Julius can map to Lancelot excellently. being the superior model of subaru/.

Subaru being a spirit knight with the ability to only support one spirit vs julius six.

Subaru being unable to fight without his spirit (at this point in time) vs Julius being able to hold his own.

Subaru being uneducated in knightly manners vs Julius basically MAKING those standards.

Subaru being unable to protect others.

Subaru has no backup.

so, you've inadvertently made Subaru part of the Forever Alone club. not the sexist assholes that push everyone away,

I mean the people who just fall short of the very real competition that everyone and everything existing takes part in.

the mentally and physically disabled that can't work and can only subsist off the help and charity of others.

it's not the post to detail how Subaru can be argued to be disabled compared to everyone else.

...ugh I need more sleep because this feels incoherent. guess Im expanding the King Arthur, Guinevere, and Lancelot in the EssayTM. say what's that word count?

1986 and it's no where done. ughhhh why must I be the coherent/wordy one of my side of the debates?

…I believe that I fundamentally disagree with a lot of what you are saying, but I don’t really feel that I can say anything until you finish the point that you are trying to make, lol.

[shadeswift99]

My brain: I'm so happy that the B.E.S.T. crew exists, they're so funny together and it's nice to have a light-hearted and goofy group in a story that is so obviously going to get intense really soon, just some funny casual hero shenanigans -

Also my brain: Skizz is so obviously trying to recreate the Red Army with different people, he simply doesn't know how to operate without the structure and comradeship that gave him and he'd be so lost alone that he's putting way too much trust in too many people way too early, if this doesn't come back to bite him in the form of betrayal he's well on his way to throwing down his life in some loyalty-fueled last stand again and either way when it happens he's going to die with a hole in his heart, cut off from the brotherhood he could never truely replicate -

[xprince-of-hellx]

I wish life would be kinder to people.

[azenta]

My anger is skyrocketing, and I know the only solution will be to talk things out. But fears make this shit hard...

[draconicfool]

     He's used to that look, he finds. Quiet for a moment as he looks at his lap instead of the healer sitting beside him. For but a moment, he feels like a child again. Under the gaze of someone seeing through the outside in. As if his very being is on display under the other's golden gaze. Had he given away too much without meaning to? Was trouble inevitable when it came to the Yuque's mons Grandis? That no matter where he turned or what he did, he was sure to be in for some sort of scolding. Some punishment that he would want to run from over again? No – no, he had kept everything concise and quiet. Aside from his wish to explore the Yaoqing more. But he had always said he wanted to go and visit other places. So – surely he couldn't be faulted for that. Right? Preceptor Ghengis would understand if it did get back to him. But – then Jiaoqiu assures him that won't be the case. And he breaths a quiet sigh of relief. A worry lifted from those slim shoulders.

     “ I do, truly. It's a lovely place – at least there are flowers here on the Yaoqing as well. I fear I would feel very lonely without their presence. ” He shifted slightly, rubbing at his wrists. At the red robe that peaked just beneath his sleeves. 

     And then came the other man's question. He'd slipped up again. Oh, this wasn't good at all, he'd gone and said something that he shouldn't have. “ Did I say angry? N-no I just meant that he'd be – saddened that I wanted to do more beyond my duties, that's all. They're very important and nobody else can tend to them but me. So – so it's for the best that we not speak of me needing any extension of my accommodations! I promise I quite like the work that I do, I live to serve the people, truly! ”

Jiaoqiu quietly listened to Shoi-Ming with an attentive composure, but as the High Elder spoke on about his home and his desires to see more of the Yaoqing, the foxian healer's mind was analyzing the vidyadhara's phrasing with deep contemplation. Be allowed out? Why would a High Elder's movements be restricted within his own domain? Even if the preceptors held a certain level of authority among the vidyadhara population, they surely couldn't control the vidyadhara leader to that degree, but what Shoi-Ming had said about this Preceptor Ghengis character made Jiaoqiu start to ponder more questions about the High Elder's life on the Yuque. His expression remained neutral, but deep inside, his heart began to stir with a renewed compassion for his new acquaintance. He didn't wish to make Shoi-Ming uncomfortable (or worse shut down altogether if he were too direct) so Jiaoqiu figured it was best to choose his next words carefully.

"...I see. I'm glad that it appears you greatly cherish your home, and that the Yaoqing has provided some enjoyment for you during your visit, Mons Grandis." He shifted in his seat slightly to face the vidyadhara more directly, and briefly quirked a small smile for his guest's comfort. "And don't worry, Preceptor Ghengis will not hear a word of our conversation." Slowly, the smile died away, but Jiaoqiu's countenance and tone remained calm and non-threatening, as though he were talking with any one of his patients.

"But, if I may ask, why would he be angry with you for wishing to see more of what the Yaoqing has to offer before returning home? If there's a way to extend your accommodations beyond your services here, I could see about getting it arranged for you."

[queers-gambit]

Dating Billy Hargrove HC's

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

warnings: cursing, abusive parents, dysfunctional relationships, toxic lovers, romanticism of toxic character. borderline NSFW because sex is a part of relationships (and this is Billy we're talking about, so...) please proceed maturely.

• strap in - let's fucking GOOOOOOOOO

• this boy is something else, okay? he's like nobody you've ever met, anyone you've ever dated - he's unlike anybody in this small town that you've grown up in your whole life.

• he's a Cali boy - he even smells like trouble!

• oh, but Billy Boy isn't all that meets the eye. he's complex, he's damaged, he's confused, he's harboring a lot of anger and resentment.

• his mom's been gone and out of the picture for so long, one might worry he's taken on a harmful view towards women. however, that's not the case at all.

• you meet on his first day of school - i know, i know, how cliche, right? only it was completely unavoidable. you were a star student, all right? your grades weren't stellar but they weren't bad; you tested decently well; maybe you played a sport and had a club or two you attended.

• it makes you the perfect student for the guidance counselor to select "randomly" to help show the new kid around.

• he's not very warm when you first meet. he's got this look in his eye and they way he totally shmoozed Miss McKenna (the principals own middle aged assistant) was enough to make your mind throw up multiple red flags.

• so you show him around. answer a few questions but when he tries to get personal, maybe asking what you were doing after school, you insist the tour's over and he could find his way from there.

• you don't give him a second glance as you leave him alone in the hallway and Billy's lips are pulling in a smirk.

• he was unlike anyone you knew - but you were the exact breath of fresh air Billy needed.

• so, he pines. poor baby doesn't know what to do when a girl isn't melting on the spot when he looks at her. in fact, he's not seen you or spoken to you since you showed him around.

• drives him a little crazy but he's fine. because eventually, he finds you one day, after school, looking distraught. it's obvious you want to be alone based on your location and Billy's never been the comforting type, all right?

• doesn't stop him from approaching you and silently taking the seat on the pavement beside you. he doesn't speak. just lights a cigarette and hands it to you before lighting one for himself. the silence prolongs until you break it.

• "what're you doing here?" you sniffled, trying to hide the emotion you felt.

• and Billy would shrug, "just hangin'. looked like you could've used some company."

• you're vulnerable, so, you admit you're waiting for your father and when you mention you don't have the best relationship, he goes rigid with understanding and empathy.

• an emotion he's NOT accustomed to.

• he learns your father and mother divorced years ago and he's been in and out of your life since. however, he called that morning and begged to pick you up from school so you could have some 'father-daughter time'... yet here you were, tears in your eyes, waiting on a man who wouldn't show.

• Billy offers you a ride home and finds he enjoys your banter so much, he offers to drive you home the next day.

• you're a little suspicious but he doesn't make a single move. he just drives you home after school, both of you lost in some ridiculous conversation that you're not even sure how it started.

• it then turns into him picking you up before school, too. just for a little extra time together.

• oh, and then, he was coming to your house on the weekends.

• he didn't mind you fussing in his hair if it meant he could light a joint and relax without the fear of his father.

• in fact, Billy becomes so dependent on you and the escape your presence provides him that he keeps a small duffel bag full of clothes in your closet. for emergencies, you know?

• and there are a few emergencies, sure. you're pretty used to him crashing a night there. you'll wash the dirty clothes he leaves and put them in the duffel after for next time.

• again, he's a Cali boy so he smokes. and he'll be really critical of the weed in Hawkins 'cause he's used to 'good shit'.

• but considering the small town, he takes what he can get.

• you have a lot of open, honest, vulnerable conversations when smoking because both of your filters will go down.

• he doesn't realize it until later but those are the moments he's opening himself up to you most in. while scary, he feels something akin to relief and gratitude to have someone to share parts of himself with.

• your friendship starts off innocent; just two people hanging out, cracking jokes, complaining about their home life. but it changes around December.

• you become close to Max - it's almost impossible not to. you're fond of Billy and would do what you could to help take him away from the pain of his father, but Max didn't really have anyone.

• until the party adopted her, but outside that, she got used to seeing you around a lot. and no, you never minded when she'd ask for your help on something; be it boys, school, friends, or her skateboard.

• you and Max bond by her teaching you to skate. and Billy won't admit it, but his heart felt ten times lighter the day he looked out the window and saw your hands clasped in Max's, rolling on her board, both of you laughing so hysterically, it made you fall to the grass.

• the laughter didn't end for the rest of the day, and Max wondered if this was what a sister felt like.

• in December, you accept to help her get ready for the Snowball Dance! precious babies!

• you bring a whole suitcase full of clothes, a tote bag of shoes, make-up, and hair accessories. and of course, a few magazines for references.

• when Billy opens the door, he smirks as he takes in your baggage, "movin' in, princess?"

• he reaches to take the tote bag off your shoulder so you wouldn't carry the weight.

• but Max is there, nudging him out of the way, "she's here for me."

• when Billy's puppy-eyes turn to you, you can't help but sigh lightly and hand Max the wheeling suitcase. she dashes back for her room and you stand in front of Billy, hands flattened against his waist as you tease lightly, "you're gonna have to share me, you know."

• his eyes would roll lightly, "says who?"

• "behave," you chuckled, moving to help Susan get Max ready. and by the end of the night, you're waving the redhead off with Billy's arm slung around your shoulders. "see what happens when you're patient?"

• Susan and Neil dropped Max off before going on their own date, meaning you and Billy were home alone.

• you might've felt nervous but he never pressured you. instead, he seemed a little more tender as the holidays drew on and you had a sneaking suspicion he was mourning the life, and family, he knew before.

• so, what do you do? you're pulling ingredients out in his kitchen and insisting he helps you make a batch of cookies. the radio is flicked on and Christmas carols ring around the room.

• he's not good at baking but he laughs more in those two hours than he had in a full week. his eyes get soft and he might even act on the way his heart feels vulnerable, pulling you in for a slow dance around the kitchen.

• snow MIGHT even start to fall outside, marking this as your very own Snowball Dance.

• Billy kisses you that night, your lips tasting like the batter your finger had taken a dollop of. it's a searing kind of kiss, the one that feels like a long time coming - finally arriving and making your body explode with pinpricks of hormones.

• needless to say, you two were joined at the hip from that day on. Neil wasn't the biggest fan of you because you were just so fucking nice - it confused him what you saw in Billy.

• but you saw all the best parts of him, despite Neil's conditioning to showcase the worst.

• so, you're dating now, right? beautiful. doesn't mean it's perfect, okay? Billy's still a little bent outta shape that he requires time and understanding.

• he's doing his best, okay?

• he curses, like, a lot. at you, near you, in reference to you. but he’ll never resort to cheap ploys and will always comes to your defense if someone’s out of line.

• big fan of the whole ‘total dickhead to everyone except so-and-so’. cause that’s you and Billy.

• but when Billy's your boyfriend, oh, lord! get ready for the PDA 'cause he's chomping at the bit to touch you every moment.

• it shocks you to learn physical touch is his love language, what with the way Neil abuses him; you'd assumed touch might trigger him.

• but Billy explains to you that your touch could never hurt him and he relishes in the warmth your hands provide. instead of the fear Neil instilled, your touch gave comfort. warmth. hope, and peace.

• so, you run with that information. walking around the mall? your hands are conjoined or an arm is around someone's waist. at school? your hand might stray to run through his curls in the cafeteria, earning his attention. grocery store? boy's got his hands around your waist, or somewhere near your neck, while you push the cart lazily up and down the aisles.

• yes, yes, yes, Billy comes to you when anything goes wrong. he's never been like that, he doesn't understand why now, all of a sudden when he's overwhelmed, he's sneaking out and running to your house. but you're a safety net for him, and you wipe his tears; how can he not feel safe with you?

• your mom don't like him 'cause she's heard all the rumors. she even once belonged to Karen Wheeler's bookclub but left it because all the middle aged ladies were talking about her daughter's boyfriend hyper-sexually.

• she had a hard time looking Billy in the eye after that.

• it makes your mom a bit uneasy. but she respects your wishes and your want to be in a relationship. so, life carries on with a few back handed or passive aggressive comments.

• you don't like the smell of cigarettes so he won't smoke around you. you know it's a hard habit to kick and sometimes he'll ask if it's okay, but he'll definitely refrain from smoking cigarettes around you.

• he might even start to feel a little insecure and leaves an extra shirt in the trunk of his car to change into so that your nose isn't pressed right against the smoke-filled fabric.

• Billy's a big ass baby, man. look, he's a total sucker for not doing shit; throwing a movie on and literally laying on top of you. one of your hands would run through his hair as the other caressed the skin of his neck and cheek. one leg laid flat along his as the other bends to lean against his hip and keep him cocooned in your love.

• he'll often fall asleep like that. big ass baby. God, i love him.

• loves when you play with his hair. you're the only one he allows - no, i'm serious! others have tried, others really want to, but Billy never let them. until you and then it felt like your hands belonged in his silky tresses.

• don't get me started on Billy being protective. cause that's his whole thing, okay?

• shit, got me started. look, so, Billy gives a WHOLE new meaning to being protective. he's defending you against anyone - even his own father - because nobody talks shit about you.

• he's been handed a few beatings by Neil for raising his voice in defense of you.

• but he says he'd do it again and again. nobody got to say a single word he didn't like about you. girls in the locker rooms? yeah, all that gossip stopped after Billy confronted the cheer captain before Chrissy.

• few boys at a party looking at you like you're a piece of meat? oh, look! a heavy arm is slinging around your shoulders to turn you; a hand gripping you cheeks to pull you in for a bruising kiss. due to the intensity, you know he's staking his claim; sliding your tongue into his mouth as distraction.

• does the trick because he's groaning when you pull back. his hand's on your ass, telling anyone watching who you belonged to.

• he'll approach those dudes later and growl, "i catch you lookin' at my girl again, it'll be the last time you have eyes."

• is it aggressive? yes, but so is Billy, and so is his determination to protect you. he doesn't always know the best way to do that but he's figuring it out as he goes.

• you often have talks about his protectiveness but you understand he's very unsure how to go about all of this, so, you both take it in stride. if he catches your glare when he's acting up, he'll begrudgingly back down but that's okay. why? 'cause you're taking his hand and pulling you both away from whatever situation set him off.

• and he's a sweetheart when he wants to be. baby boy can't stand to see your tears, so, if you start to cry, every defense he has is dropping.

• he's been the reason for your tears a few times and he's gutted by the idea. so, you see the progress he makes in avoiding previous issues to avoid your tears.

• communication's difficult for Billy but he tries, only for you. he knows you can't read his mind and he needs to verbalize his needs; maybe doing it a little roughly but he was doing it at least. and practice makes perfect, so, it's fine.

• because your relationship is a partnership that you both have equal stake in. your job isn't to judge, but to encourage.

• but you also get him to open up communication with Max and Susan - since Neil is a lost cause.

• you've never seen Neil physically strike Billy but you've heard the yelling and you've heard the impact of a few slaps from your place in Billy's bedroom and theirs from the kitchen.

• on those days, Billy's darting back into his room and closing the door before leaning against it. his cheek's red and swelling slightly, making you stand in worry. but your movement shakes him from his thoughts and he's sniffling, "get your things, sweet girl, we're heading out."

• "where?"

• "anywhere that isn't here. i can't have you here when he's riled up like that, we gotta go."

• always protecting you.

• ayo, y’all know that medallion he wears? well guess what? he placed it around your neck and claims it’ll protect you when he can’t. he wants to see it on you. my fucking HEART.

• Billy comes to you for any academic help. he doesn't give a single fuck about school, didn't even bring a pencil his first week. but he doesn't want to flunk out and repeat so he puts in just enough effort.

• sometimes, it's not enough and he's coming to you to help proofread his essay to ensure he got at least a 75% to weigh his grade to passing.

• he gets an 88% and fucks you into the mattress.

• you're a lot more inclined to help him with homework after that.

• he's a private person. so, even if you're left in his room while he showers or goes to handle whatever Neil's yelling about, you're not able to see many personal things. everything's hidden and you're not about to snoop through his shit.

• eventually, after a particularly hard day, he's holding you in his arms, on his bed, and then reaching for a wooden box under it. inside are pictures and memorabilia, explaining he hid it so Neil couldn't weaponize it against him.

• and in front of your eyes, he takes a polaroid photo of you two and places it in the box for safekeeping. "because i treasure you, my sweet girl," he'd whisper. "don't want anyone taking this from me."

• heart melts.

• Billy dominates you. like clockwork.

but y'all ever see Game of Thrones and Khaleesi rides Khal Drogo for the first time? he comes in ready to dominate her and she's like nah, l got this and rides him to oblivion?

• think THAT but with Billy.

• he'll want you to be a plaything one day, but the next, he's mewling like a bitch in heat while you ride him. he'll even let your hand wrap around his throat when you're on top.

• he won't admit he likes it but you can tell.

• Billy likes telling you how pretty you are. you get all flustered and he adores it, finding it funny that he'll be balls deep in you, telling you all kinds of profane things he wanted to do to your pussy and you'll just eat it up - but the moment he tells you you're beautiful, you're all embarrassed like a school girl.

• spurs the nickname "pretty girl". he'll call you other pet names, too, but he'll always resort back to "pretty" or "sweet girl".

• big sucker for the troupe, 'never calling you your government name unless angry' cause that's Billy. like 100%. he won't call you your name unless angry (at you) or trying to be serious. meaning it's always a pet name rolling off his tongue.

• HA! good luck trying to leave Billy without a kiss goodbye. it does NOT matter if you literally run up to him because you forgot your chapstick in his jacket pocket and have to get back to practice - he's pulling you in for a kiss before you leave. going to work? where's his kiss, huh? oh, you thought you were getting out of this car without a kiss? that's illegal. the toll tax is now three kisses.

• the boy melts when you kiss him and your hand will hold his cheek. so simple but so intimate for him.

• and when cuddling, he's a big fan of feeling your nails against his skin and scalp. he even likes it when you trace over his face with a fingertip, leaning in to peck his lips quickly before huddling back under his chin.

• Billy often wonders what he did to deserve you - often comes up with jackshit.

• he says he loves you first but it starts as a fight. probably over something stupid, like Tommy H. hitting on you in calculus, but it'll snowball out of control because he's scared of what he's feeling, and over the very idea that someone could take you from him.

• when Billy's scared, fight or flight kicks in and his natural instinct is to fight then flee. so, he'll pick at scabs and old wounds to make them bleed so you won't try to stop him when he leaves.

• but you've been around long enough to know how he ticks.

• the conversation will be instigated by you, begging him to tell you the fucking truth, and he's shouting, "because I'm in love with you, for fuck's sake!"

• mmmmh, yeah, you get fucked on the couch that night because you can't make it to his room. thankfully, nobody was home because y'all are like frantic rabbits going at it. and when you're on top that night, you tell him, "i love you too," against his lips; that fucking hand holding against his cheek.

• he goes a little feral and will wrap his arms around your waist to hold you in position before jackhammering his hips up into yours. growling, sweating, just desperate to be as physically close to one another as possible.

• he wants to hear you say you love him all the time now. Billy needs a lot of reassurance and you've plenty to give. he'll make it a point to remind you he loves you even when in a fight - the very idea of you thinking he didn't anymore enough to make him want to tug his hair out.

• baby boy feels like his mother didn't know / hear how much he loved her, and that's why she easily left him behind. so, he'll be damned if he lets you think the same thing.

• don't try the whole words of affirmation shit because it'll literally always end in a fight. some abusive conditioning can't be changed.

• doesn't mean you let Billy forget his value. and oh, fuck, is he grateful for you. he's insecure under all that bravado and telling him you see his value is almost as good as hearing you loved him.

• in public, he's usually whispering in your ear some shitty joke. arm around your neck and shoulders. just happy to be near each other and never once giving a fuck about PDA.

• you never touch a door, you hear me? never. Billy opens all doors, even if he's pissed off.

speaking of -

• nobody angers him like you, because you're so close.

• but also, nobody can bring Billy back to reality like you can.

• he stops beating people up because he worries about your opinion of him; and he never wants to give you reason to be afraid of him.

• but when angry, he's loud. he throws shit. he'll curse and when overwhelmed, he'll cry and break down in earnest confusion.

• his anger takes over and makes his heart feel heavy; but after the initial storm cloud, he's vulnerable and stripped bare of his defenses as you're cuddling him close.

• Billy tells you he doesn't like to be so angry and he's trying to find other outlets.

• and you assure him that it's okay to feel overwhelmed and like he's gonna blow his top off. it's okay to have emotion, and it's okay to not know what to do with it.

• fuck and that smile? man, he's got you like putty in his hands when he flashes that blinding smile.

• it's cool though 'cause he's totally whipped and if you pout, he's going to get whatever you asked him for. baby boy's a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, making it your secret weapon. you don't use it often but when you do, Billy swears his heart beat stops and speeds up all at the same time.

• he really likes kissing you. if you're not in the mood to fuck, you're tired, stressed, whatever, he's fine with it as long as you're game for a little make out session. honestly? you're never not game.

• Billy's a big cuddler but never in front of people, only ever in private.

• but he's very proud to be your man so he looks for any reason to touch you. it's a sense of both protectiveness and possession; daring anyone to come and relinquish his claim so he might have reason to beat the shit outta one of these punks looking at his girl.

• or so his brain tells him. he's much more even tempered with you but every now and then, old habits flare up, and it's up to you to safely defuse the time bomb that is Billy's anger.

• Billy often doesn't feel worthy of you, so, he'll start fights. you're quick to shut it down.

• and when it's good, it's really good.

• boy will bring you flowers because it makes him feel like he's doing at least something right. and the way your lips will spread in a beaming smile has him making a mental note to pick up another bouquet sometime soon.

• picnics. i know, he doesn't seem the type, you thought so as well. but it's solitary for you both; peaceful and away from the crazy shit going on in town. besides, when he's with you, he's not looking at anyone or wondering about their opinion - his focus is 110% on you.

• which means he can read your body language like he's fluent. nervous ticks? he knows 'em. gotta pee? he can tell. feeling some pent up sexual frustration? he's not sure how it's possible but he knows what's going on, and he's taking action.

• he knows your birthday and anniversary too, so, he's always prepared. never before had he cared about ANY of that - but then you happened, and it all changed.

• ugh - changing Billy's attitude around. he's not so much of a dickhead once he starts dating you. everyone at school notices it.

• he's stupid sweet and gentle with you. he'll stand at your locker and curl your hair behind both ears as you talk; completely focused on all that you are.

• rejects other girls (harshly) because he's enamored with you. and he doesn't like people hitting on him when they know he's with you, it feels like blatant disrespect.

• forehead kisses like a motherfucker.

• Billy telling you you're the calm he needs in life.

• he's adores you, kinda thing. you can do no wrong, kinda thing.

• he pulls you into his lap a lot. again, PDA ain't no worry to him. just no cuddling... but hanging on his lap with an arm around his shoulders is A-OK.

• in fact, he takes it a few steps farther and sees where the most public place you two can have sex is.

• so far, the movie theater was it but that was complicated and not a whole lot of fun considering you were freaked out the whole time.

• but you made it up to him by taking him up the water tower and going three rounds.

• sex is a staple in any relationship, okay? but Billy's never pressured you and always lets you drive the situation. he honestly likes spending time with you, so, if you don't fuck, he doesn't care.

• only your boyfriend is stupid hot and you look for reasons to jump his bones. mmh...

• and when he's feeling randy and wanting to dominate - LORD! the way that boy makes you feel should be borderline illegal. his touches like hot rocks against your skin; kisses from pillowy lips that tasted suspiciously like your chapstick; tongue sweeping over your neck and making your mind go a little fuzzy.

• you go with him on his 18th to get his skull tattoo. you make a joke about getting a matching one but he's really turned on by the idea. you consider it for a few months.

• maybe you do it, maybe not. but you do get a tattoo and Billy's almost humping the air when he sees it.

• nope, he's not letting you paint his nails but he'll give you his opinion on colors. in fact, he'll catch a little bit of an attitude when he notices the once cherry red color of your fingernails has turned into a midnight blue, asking, "your other boyfriend like this color?"

• "baby, i can pick out my nail color."

• "just usually ask me my opinion," he'd huffed.

• you ask him before you change it now.

• matching his and her sunglasses.

• listen to me: nobody touches a fucking thing in Billy's Camaro. okay? but for you... yeah, okay, he's actually okay with you changing the radio station. and adjusting the temperature in the car. and sure, he'd probably kick anyone else out if they tried this, but he actually smiles when your feet escape your shoes to curl under you in his passenger seat.

• you're the only person he trusts to drive his car, too. doesn't happen often but twice now, he'd gotten shitfaced at a party and it was your responsibility to get you both home.

• clingy drunk Billy. might even fuck around and pout at you. Definitely just wants you to lay with him, touch him, be close to him.

• he's not used to being loved so it's a learning experience for you both. but when his head is nestled between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent while a hand lazily traces along your belly, there's nothing he'd rather do than this life with you.

• you're the calm, he's the fury. you're the eye, he's the storm. you're the soft and smooth, he's the rough and jagged. but i'll be damned if this relationship isn't exactly what he needs.

• you're unyielding in your love and affection, and he's silently thanking God as you lay in his arms. his eyes might even well with unshed tears as he thinks over in his head every reason he doesn't deserve you, but every reason he'll selfishly keep you.

• oof, but Billy operates on a short fuse so when he's feeling touchy, you have to tread carefully. due to how close you guys are, you're usually the first line of defense he takes his irritation out on and that results in you ignoring him for days.

• but Billy's full of remorse; knowing Neil made him feel like shit and it wasn't fair to in turn take it out on you, just so you'd feel the same. so, he's going to Max for advice.

• i know, holy shit, right? it's just, he's not used to fucking shit up and then wanting to fix it - he usually just runs. but he's tired of running, so, he asks Max to help.

• and Max loves you and thinks Billy's a different person since meeting and dating you, so, she agrees. and the Hargrove / Mayfield siblings are concocting some plan.

• turns out, he doesn't need a big plan - he just needs honesty. he'll get you your favorite flowers and crawl up the oak tree in your yard, balance himself, and knock on your window.

• '80s parents and guardians are oblivious, so, nobody hears him sneaking in and out almost every other night. call that child safety.

• but it's been 3 WHOLE days since he's seen or kissed you, and poor baby is going a little crazy. he'll present the flowers and crawl into your bed, the pair of you dedicating that moment to talk about what happened and how to avoid it in the future.

• and Billy might let a tear or two fall, asking, "why do you forgive me so easily?"

• "because i can see you're genuinely upset by this, baby," you'd sighed, pushing a few curls from his forehead. "but that doesn't mean this can continue. you've gotta do better, baby, please."

• "for you? anything."

• "do it for the both of us, hmm?"

• it's not all sunshine and rainbows when loving a complicated man, and i can't even say it'll be worth the inevitable uphill battle. but it's definitely a love for the ages and you wouldn't want anyone else.

• only guy who's ever made you squirt and he's very proud of that. it's now a personal mission of his to see how many orgasms he can coax from you in a single night. current record: seven. yeah, that boy wants to be soaked, wow. absolutely mesmerized by you when he gets this kind of physical reaction.

• he's always proud of you, too.

• if you're a cheerleader, he's picking you up in his arms and telling you how flawless your routine was (even if you know there was a few missteps).

• if you're an athlete, best believe he's at every single game just to cheer you on. he might even keep record of your stats.

• you passed that stupid hard final in your AP History class? you're literally rushing down the hall, spying Billy, and when he sees you coming with a grin and that fucking packet clutched in your hands, he's stooping low to catch you in his embrace and spin you around, "aha! my smart girl! i knew you'd do fine. you were worrying for nothin', huh? that's my girl."

• and when he calls you 'his girl', your stomach's in a flurry of butterflies no matter how often you hear it.

• you have a deal that you can't call him this in public but he doesn't all the way hate when you call him 'baby boy'.

hmmm, maybe i'm projecting...

• Billy talks about taking you to Cali with him. and you go visit his grandparents during spring break.

• when i say they adore you, i'm talking they fucking adore you to the point they're asking 18 year-old Billy when he's gonna pop the question.

• makes him choke a little out of surprise but recovers, "soon. you'll be the first to know when it happens."

• you can't help but joke, "wouldn't i know first?"

• "nah, i'd tell them before asking you," Billy smirked, nodding at his grandparents across the table.

• he's just so fucking different when in a good, loving, healthy relationship. he's toxic as fuck - we know - but he can recognize his wrongdoings and attempt to rectify them.

• he's constantly offering you compliments about anything.

• "God, you look adorable in that skirt - c'mere."

• "damn, baby, i didn't know Playboy was lookin' for new models."

• "you forreal wrote this essay? baby, this is really well done."

• "hey, superstar."

• mmh, breakfast dates are his favorite. breakfast foods are his favorite, so, you've gotten in a rhythm to cook for him on the weekend mornings.

• oof, wait! the dates! he's broke as shit, cool. but he can make anything an interesting time by just being there.

• so, you go to a lot of parties together but usually duck out with a handle of vodka to head for the quarry overlook. he likes to hang out there, laid back on the hood of his car, looking up into the vast nothingness of the universe while contemplating life.

• Billy's a deeper than we give him credit for. again, it's all hidden under a mask of indifference and dickheadedness, but it's there!

• nature hikes 'cause ain't sit else to do in this small town!

• he'll take you to concerts out of town; diners; long drives; fairs in the summer; he might've even arranged with his neighbor to let you guys in their backyard to hang out with the litter of puppies their dog just had.

• honestly, anything he can think of to make you smile, Billy's finding some way to make it happen.

• trust and believe you can handle his anger and outbursts. you don't shut down, you stand strong while rationally, logically trying to navigate his feelings. when he crosses a line, you'll end the conversation and walk away because he needs time to cool off.

• you're usually very forgiving but not always with Billy - who needs to learn there's often consequences to actions and words.

• hard lesson to learn but he's an avid student.

• Billy offering massages. his hands are Godly and you never refuse.

• might sound really out of character, but he's a fucking professional at handling your period. know how he keeps a duffel at your place? he's got one for you, too, at his. but it's period supplies so you never got a moment worrying about it.

• he'll pour some rice in a sock, tie it up, heat it for a minute or so, and lay it against your lower stomach before crawling into bed with you. sometimes, cramps might make you curl up a little in pain, but Billy's there to get you pain killers, water, snacks if you want them, but especially just to hold you.

• and he'll tell you he read some article in a magazine about how sex is supposed to help with period pains and cramps. what a horndog, you know? don't tell him, but it helps.

• Billy's an ass man. i wish i could explain it but if you get it, you get it. if you don't, that's okay. 'cause he's been known to be titty guy but it's your ass, man. Billy Boy loses rational thought when his hands are all over you.

• he gets you new earrings because you often accessorize your outfits with them. it was a fun yet subtle way to show off originality and Billy finds himself looking through a few jewelry kiosks at the mall.

• you cannot convince me otherwise that Billy doesn't get you a necklace with his name on it. i won't hear it 'cause he's definitely the type to, okay?

• his leather jacket is your favorite because it's oversized and has a musky undertone to the usual smell of his cologne. he knows this and will drop it over your shoulders without needing to ask if you're cold.

• but hey - you're a big fan of wearing your man's clothes, okay?

• he'll come pick you up for school and see you walking out in one of his shirts and have to swallow from the way his mouth salivates.

• finding empty classrooms during lunch or study hall to fuck in.

• Billy doesn't understand 'aftercare' until you. he'll stand from the bed to light a cigarette and tug his boxers on, peaking over at you and noting the way your legs trembled. he'd realize and grab his shirt to clean you up before laying right back beside you.

• "did i hurt you?"

• "no, i'm okay," you'd assure; the feeling of his bare skin on yours something close to Heaven on earth. and the way his finger tips would drag over your bare body, unsure of the patterns he's drawing; but sinking further into his embrace? yeah - God sent.

• while you don't often fight, if you piss him off, he's a loose canon. you remind yourself he's feeling defensive and like he has to lash out, trying not to take things to heart. but he's still Billy, still a dickhead, and he's still going for the jugular.

• he won't look at you for days. won't pick you up, drop you home, give your flowers, kiss you, won't even fucking acknowledge you.

• fuck, it hurts.

• but he's the one then showing up one morning outside your house as you get your shoes on to catch the bus.

• knowing he was over his initial irritation, you'll cautiously approach the car as he gets out.

• "here to insult me a bit more?"

• and his hand is running through his hair, eyes sad and downcast, ringed with red to indicate unrest and emotional turmoil.

• "i'm so fucking sorry, baby, i really am."

• here's the thing - Billy doesn't know how to apologize. he doesn't do it often to anyone, so, the words never really formed naturally on his tongue.

• but with you, he's on the verge of panicked tears as he's word vomiting to you how sorry he is. he'd never stutters over his apology to you because you're the only person he considers worthy of his genuine remorse.

• and you definitely punish him by making him hang out with you, Max, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley and the other party members.

• no, you don't get him to play D&D with them - mostly because Max warned them not even to mention it.

• but he's a good sport and will let the kids get in his car, the others in Steve's, and might take them to the pool despite being off for the day. only because he knows he has to make it up to you.

• look, he's got some flaws, okay? but Billy definitely tries his best when it involves something he's genuinely interested in. you're the first person in X number of years to warrant this kind of feeling in him, so, he's adamant on keeping this love.

• i can fix him, your honor! give me a chance!

[supernatural-bias]

Haymitch finally getting to see the reader after the games. Like before medical gets to them, when they get lifted up in the hovercraft thingy haymitch is there waiting for them. Like the way he’d push the medical team away to make sure the reader is ok before they do, the reader being overwhelmed- still processing they won the games ✨

-♥️🐀

They couldn't move.

The sun was no longer scorching their skin. Their hands and fingernails were no longer caked with blood. Nobody would be coming to hunt down and kill them anytime soon.

But not a single thing had changed once (Y/n) had been pulled out of that arena and declared Victor of the 68th Hunger Games.

The white walls and floors surrounding their immobile figure completely took over their vision. It was blinding. Any speck of color that happened to pass through the padlocks doors across from their hospital bed became glaringly clear as soon as it appeared. The veins on their arms and pores on their face stood out grossly. (Y/n) was sure they looked like a feral animal—and that was after almost a full day of being bathed and nursed back to normalcy. Physically at least.

It's not like they would let anyone do much to them anyways. Any nurse or doctor that dared enter a five foot radius of them was met with wild thrashing and blood curdling yells. At least seven doses of morphing had already been administered to (Y/n) just to get them to calm down and submit to treatment.

It was all they could do to keep from killing everyone in the building.

At the familiar sound of the opaque doors hiss, (Y/n) stiff muscles pulled taunt, preparing to leap out of the bed and run away at first notice. Not like they would get far, the stainless steel handcuff around their right hand guaranteeing that.

"Hey Kid."

Haymitch's voice was soft. Subdued. Which, it was worth noting, never happened with him.

His long blond hair was as unkempt as the last time (Y/n) had seen it. Almost as knotted and messy as their own. He looked like shit to say the least.

He slowly walked over to them, making sure to pause and give them a minute anytime he noticed their eyes dart around with fear. Haymitch was all too used to the feeling of being trapped. Feeling like you were still back in that god forsaken arena no matter what.

"They treating you well?" He mummbled, sitting down carefully at the foot of their hospital bed. He didn't waste time with formalities and asking how they were. It was pretty clear to anyone how exactly they felt.

"I want them all dead." Was all (Y/n) croaked. The most they had said in days. Haymitch recognized the sour lemon smell coming from them and sympathized.

"I know kid." He didn't say much else. Just awkwardly patting their foot a few times. (Y/n) relaxed a bit at that.

"I'll make sure you get back to twelve without any crowds. How 'bout that."

(Y/n) stirred for a moment.

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that. Thanks Haymitch."

"Don't worry. I won't let them get you."

In that breif second, (Y/n) knew he wasn't talking about the crowds.

[vhagarlovebot]

DON’T TELL NOBODY.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: prince aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: you and aemond hate each other but he would do anything to protect you.

content warnings: kind of enemies to lovers, forced marriage, panic attack.

note: if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

“IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP i swear i’m going to—”

“what?” he says with a smirk, shortening the distance.

“this is highly inappropriate,” you take a step back, your back colliding with the wall. the prince keeps getting closer and you don’t have anywhere else to run. you could, of course, but your pride won’t let you walk away. “you should remember your place, prince aemond.” there’s venom dripping from your voice when you say his title.

he scoffs, “i know my place, do you know yours, princess?” your body betrays you, his proximity making you feel things you’ve been hiding under the hatred you feel for him.

“if i were you i would be careful with my words.” you hook your fingers on his belt, pulling him to you. “we wouldn’t want you to lose your tongue.”

aemond growls, his hands resting next to your head, chest brushing against yours with every heavy breathing. you’re trapped between him and the wall.

he lowers his head ever so slowly, violet eye staring intensely at you almost as if waiting for you to punch him and run away at any moment. but you just part your lips, inviting him to do it. and he does it. his lips are inches away from meeting yours, one of his hands already finding its way to your waist.

you're so lost in each other's gaze that you fail to notice someone else has joined you. it's not until he clears his throat that you turn to face him. ser harrold is standing a few feet away from you, embarrassment and concern on his face. behind him stands tyland lannister, who's clearly trying to hide his amusement.

you push aemond away from you, straightening your back, fear consuming you. how could you be so stupid? you're not like this, you know you should not be doing this kind of things, much less with your uncle.

you're thankful that, at least, it's just ser harrold and tyland lannister and no other lord or lady, that way the rumor would easily fly.

aemond gives them a death stare as he nods in greeting.

"my prince," ser harrold bow his head, his gaze falling on you. "my princess," he repeats the action and clears his throat again. "i have not seen anything."

"i did." the blonde man speaks and you feel like you might pass out. lannister smiles mockingly and, nodding to you, he turns around to leave the same way he came.

"i will take care of it, my prince." ser harrold bows once again and leaves.

aemond stares at the place where the two men were just a couple of minutes ago, refusing to look at you. you can't read his face, he’s showing no emotion, and you really don't know what is going on inside his head.

"aemond?" you ask, voice shaking with pure fear. "aemond... he can't say anything, if he does–"

"he will not do it." only then he turns to you, all the hatred and lust you saw in his eyes before completely gone.

"what?" you try to process his words but you are not able to think past the fear. "what are you going to do?"

he looks past you, humming before turning away. "whatever it takes."

aemond leaves and tears are soon streaming down your face. the only one to blame is you and you repeat that over and over again in your head as you fall to the ground.

you have no more tears to cry when your brother finds you, your whole body in pain.

"what has happened? are you hurt? you need me to call for someone?" he helps you get up, his worried gaze making sure you are not injured. you look at him and your eyes fill with tears again, the minute your brother finds out what happened, aemond is dead, and you won't be able to handle the disappointment in your family's faces.

you're a disgrace to your family.

"does this have to do with aemond?" he asks hesitantly. and jace has his answer when you avoid his gaze, pulling away from his touch. "did he do something to you?" this time his voice is angry, fist clenching ready to fight to defend you. "if he did something to you i'm going to–"

"you're not going to do anything." daemon appears, his eyes saying all you need to know; he knows. "the queen requests your presence in her chambers."

jace looks puzzled at you but you avoid his and daemon's gaze, walking past them with your head down.

you try to keep all negative thoughts out of your head. if she is calling for you to her chambers, it can be for anything. there are plenty of reasons. however, once you are standing in front of her doors, it all gets real.

when the doors open, there are only three people inside; queen alicent, your mother and aemond.

it all comes down to this moment.

you can't look at your mother, knowing you disgrace the family name is enough to have you wanting to just run away and never come back, to turn back time and walk away from aemond the minute he grabbed your wrist to provoke you.

you can't stand each other, most of the time you are saying awful things to one another, and no matter that it hurts you to think this was always his plan. he wanted you to be ashamed of yourself, he wanted you to bring shame on your family. but is his family too.

"i am sure you know why you’re here," queen says, standing next to your mother, hands folded over her stomach.

all you're able to do is nod, your eyes finding aemond's face. he's looking straight forward with no expression and that makes you feel even more nauseous.

"aemond has asked for your hand in marriage." your mother clarifies, and you can see the confusion in her eyes.

you were expecting anything, for them to start yelling at you and aemond, for them to say how of a disgrace you are, but you certainly were not expecting this.

everything around you starts spinning, you can hear your mother talking but can't focus on her, or anything, really. you gasp for breath as you feel your legs giving up, but your body never touches the ground, two long and strong arms helping you keep your balance.

"call the maesters!" you hear aemond say, walking to an armchair and sitting down with you. "hey, hey," he forces you to look at him, hand on your chin. "breathe with me...”

aemond breathes in slowly, waiting for you to copy him, holding the air for a few seconds before breathing out. you do it for several minutes, until he's sure you can properly breathe on your own.

he chuckles lowly, "i didn't think you hated me this much." he wipes the tears on your face with the back of his knuckles and the tip of his thumb, gazing intently into your eyes.

"what did you do?" your voice comes out a little hoarse, odd to your ears. you really can't believe what is happening. "why did you do this?"

"i will not let anyone disrespect you." he says harshly, lips in a thin line, contrasting with the gentle way his thumb brushes your cheek. "not even me."

[h0rnyauth0r]

ok but morning thoughts: ghost tying you up and hate fucking you after you decide to betray the shadows and join him >>>>>

pls dni if you're under 16, thank you!

wc: 1500

tws: knives, hate fucking (barely), unprotected sex, fingering, clit play, rough sex, cumming inside, reader has a vagina and is referred to as a girl

he catches you trying to infiltrate and collect information from his side on a mission and gets very angry with you, but you’re 100% oblivious to this since you think nobody has seen you.

you’re on a rooftop slowly sneaking to an open window when he decides to make it known. your body flies into the window and onto the floor from him kicking you roughly, and you have no time to react when he shoves you down with a knife pressed against your throat.

“now what’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” he asks roughly, digging a knee into your back and using his knife-free hand to pull your wrists behind you.

you don’t know how to come up with an excuse, shaking in fear. “i-”

he slams your body down roughly, making you cough loudly. “you chose your side. this is the last chance you’ll have to change and help us.”

you know he’s about to kill you if you say the wrong thing, and that terrifies you. he’s angry because you chose graves and the americans over him, and you know the others feel hurt by it too.

you have no choice but to betray your friends who are apart of the shadows now. you know that what they’re doing is wrong, you should make it right.

“i’ll join you. please don’t kill me.” you struggle to say, frustrated tears filling your eyes as he finally moves the knife away from your neck.

i’m finally free, you think. but that thought is quickly proven to be the opposite as he grabs you and ties your wrists up with rope. fear is overwhelming you in the moment, but also something else as he quickly forces you up by your bound hands.

you’re brought into an abandoned room with no windows, just a chair in the center and a desk placed against one of the walls which causes your anxiety to jump through the roof. he places you there roughly, staring you down as you try to get comfortable.

he cracks his knuckles and grabs his knife from his pocket, lifting it to your throat. “you know what this room’s supposed to be used for?” he asks you in an angry tone, and you shake your head.

but you do know, it’s clearly a torture room and you want nothing more than to die now. “please don’t, sim-”

he cuts your words off. “do not call me that.” his voice is venomous as he speaks down to you, “you lost that privilege the moment you chose the shadows over us.”

the knife is now burning against your skin, leaving small lacerations due to the pressure. you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, and some filthy part of you feels more horny than you’ll ever admit.

“i had no choice!” you say loudly, and he shakes his head at you in disappointment. the knife is finally taken away again and he tucks it into his pocket, looking you up and down.

a loud sigh passes his masked mouth. “you did. you could’ve joined us. we would’ve protected you, i would have protected you.” he sounds almost hurt in the moment, and you’re surprised that he’s even speaking so much.

before any of this happened, he rarely ever spoke. “i’m sorry, ghost. i felt helpless in the moment. you have no idea how guilty i’ve felt. i never wanted to let anyone down… especially you.” you say quietly.

while working for only a short amount of time, you’d grown close to taskforce 141 and even the mexican special forces. graves told you nothing about the betrayal, which made you freeze up in the moment.

you feel ghost’s hand pull your chin up, his eyes looking into yours. he still looks angry, but his eyes show his pain. it makes you feel disgusting in the moment.

he grips your face, hand moving down to your throat and squeezing before he releases you and lets out an angry noise. you hardly have time to think before his mask is up past his lips and he’s kissing you roughly.

as his lips move against yours, he pulls your body up from the chair and grabs onto your waist roughly, hands groping at random places on your body and making a strong heat form in between your thighs.

your pants are discarded, his body pushing you against the desk as he pulls his mask back down and rubs his fingers against your clothed pussy. you let out soft moans of pleasure.

he pushes your panties aside and roughly inserts two of his fingers into your tight hole, curling his fingers and making your mouth fall open in pleasure.

your body leans against him as he moves his fingers quickly, the squelching of your pussy making both you and him hungry for more. his thumb starts rubbing against your clit and that’s what sends you reeling, back arching and hips grinding against his hand.

you feel so close to cumming and you want to reach out and touch him so badly, hands struggling against the rope behind your back. right as you’re about to approach your high, he moves his hand away from you.

“what the fuck?”

“traitors don’t get to cum on my fingers.” he whispers, sending chills down your spine.

there’s a sadistic glint in his dark eyes as he forces his fingers into your mouth, watching you suck on his fingers for a few seconds before releasing them.

he pulls his dick out of his pants, and it’s bigger than you thought it’d be. but that only makes your arousal that much stronger as he quickly lines himself up with your pussy, pushing in slowly inch by inch.

you’re gasping from the size, wetness providing just enough lubrication for his cock to fit. once he bottoms out, you’re already so close to your release. “fuck,” he almost moans out, “you’re so good for me. i’m going to fucking wreck you.”

your eyes meet when he says that to you, and you want nothing more than to touch him. he thrusts into you hard, so hard that you gasp out for air and mewl out loudly.

your eyes start fluttering shut when he smacks your face, which makes tears well up in your eyes and you feel disgusting for enjoying that so much. “bad girl. eyes on me.” his accent in that moment makes your thighs tremble.

you keep your eyes open as much as you can, but it’s so hard to when he’s fucking into you so fast and roughly. his dick hits against your cervix in the most painful manner, but it feels so good.

his hand moves down your body, squeezing your tits and eventually moving to your clit and he rubs tight circles into it. your hips start rocking against his as you cry out, orgasm approaching very quickly.

“go on. cum on my cock.” he says to you, your eyes rolling back as you finally reach your high. your moans become louder as the waves of pleasure overcome you, body twitching against him.

he finds himself cumming not long after from the feeling of your pussy clenching on his dick, growling lowly and digging his fingers into your hips as he stutters his movements.

the feeling of his hot cum filling you up makes you cry out once more, biting down on your bottom lip as you watch his face contorting in pleasure. he looks so fucking hot to you as he slows down.

eventually he comes down from his own high, sliding his dick out of you. you feel his cum run down your legs as you breathe heavily, not knowing what to say.

“ghost, i-”

he puts a hand over your mouth, using the other to cut the rope from your hands in a quick motion. “we’ll discuss it with the others.” is all that he says, looking at your burned wrists and rubbing them slowly.

you find your pants and pull them back on, seeing him walking towards the door of the room. you stop him by grabbing his wrist and as he turns to you, you find yourself hugging him tightly.

he stiffens at the feeling before relaxing, arms squeezing you roughly. you can tell that he doesn’t do well with physical touch, but you’re glad he didn't back away in the moment.

“thank you for not killing me.” you say quietly, and he looks into your eyes.

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i did.” his usually gruff voice sounds gentle when he says that, hand touching your waist as he pulls you out of the room with him.

“this will be fun.” you say, not knowing how the others are going to feel about you trying to come back after betraying them.

ghost thinks it’s probably for the best if you don’t know how thin the walls are here, since they likely heard everything that just happened with you two.

[teyums]

“Everyone knows. Everyone knows. She f*cks you.”

Ao’nung headcanon (no use of yn!)

⚠️ All characters are age 18 or over in this story. I will not write Ao’nung in a suggestive manner unless he is aged up.

Wc: 1.2k

I myself haven’t seen anyone write Ao’nung as submissive so I was happy to. And personally, I think this fits him way more hehe. 🤭

includes: suggestive/strong language.

part two

• Because Ao’nung is such a dickhead and so headstrong all the time, I think its pretty damn obvious that it’s merely a tough front he puts on to throw any one off from finding out he’s submissive as hell, especially you. He’s actually a sucker for the woman he loves. This man literally WORSHIPS the ground you walk on and he lives for that shit. That big and bad act is simply a disguise to hide the fact that he’s actually a bitch boy. He would definitely listen to whatever you say and follow your directions to a T.

•He’s had women pine after him before but they quickly gave up because he’s so damn rude, leaving him with zero potential mates before you came along. No other na’vi woman was willing to put up with his attitude, or better yet, see right through that shit and squash it like you did. Or maybe no other woman had the power to. The mere thought of you was enough to get this man off, he was like putty in your hands; completely infatuated with you.

Something in your bones always told you that bully act was one big bluff. The first time Ao’nung hurt your feelings while you were dating, you denied his want to touch you for two whole days. When he expressed his disapproval of your decision, you made him get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, or he wouldn’t be able to touch you for two weeks. Two weeks without touching you for Ao’nung would feel like two years. It’s not a surprise that he’s incredibly clingy and gets upset when he can’t be near you 24/7, so you knew exactly what to hold against him when he made you mad. Jeez, what a fuckin baby. Talk about mommy issues.

“Baby, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it, will you forgive me?” He spoke softly and looked down at you with doe eyes, hoping to get off the hook and have this be over with. You stood in front of him and let out a dry laugh, arms crossed and expression unamused. Now he knew good and well you wouldn’t go that easy. Him being an entire foot taller than you didn’t phase you and he knew that. Some of the other men laughed when they would see a sight such as this. How is such a small, feeble woman controlling the olo’eyktan’s son like she’s his handler? What kind of spell did you put on him?

You stared up at Ao’nung through your long lashes, hard. Completely unwavered by his attempt at winning you over.

He sighed and reached for you, but before he could even brush a finger against your arm you swatted his hand away.

“You don’t get to touch.” You hissed, earning a whine and almost a frustrated stomp from the boy who seemed sooo tough.

God, you loved to see him squirm.

“Beg for it.” You demanded, your gaze mean and unfaltering. You didn’t feel bad, Ao’nung treated everyone else like this and you were simply giving him a taste of his own medicine. Besides, he liked it anyway. The boy has a thing for dominant women, who would have guessed.

He sighed, looking around at the other na’vi strolling on the beach and cursing under his breath. “Please, please forgive me.” He spoke, sounding so much smaller than before, both in voice and confidence.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Is this what you call begging, Ao’nung? That’s pathetic, you know better. Do not waste my time.”

“Ugh… right now? Like, here? People will see me.” He lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck and spoke in a hushed tone so nobody around would hear what he was saying. He had an image to uphold, the tough son of the olo’eyktan who didn’t take shit from anybody and gave shit to everybody. If anyone saw you controlling him like this, he feared it would damage his “reputation”. Or more so his ego.

You didn’t care though, this shit turned you on. And no matter how much he complained about it, you knew it turned him on too. He would never hide the way he looked at you as if he wanted to pounce, and his body gave him up as if you had offered it a cash reward.

“Fine, three weeks.” You responded plainly and shrugged after upping his timeout, turning on your heels to walk until he grabbed your wrist and sunk down to his knees before your footing could even change in the sand.

“Wait, wait! Please, my love… I’m sorry” He apologized, genuinely this time. You could hear the desperation in his voice and it made your core tingle with need. He held your smaller sized hand in both of his much larger ones and pressed his lips against the back of it, smothering it with kisses incessantly and apologizing between each one.

Ao’nung was aware of what he had just been told, no touching. But he couldn’t help himself, he needed his hands on you every minute of the day, whether it be him kissing the back of your hand as if you were royalty or you playing in his hair while he dozed away on your chest. At this point, you had long forgiven him but seeing this big so called ‘bully’ down on his knees in front of you to earn back something so simple as the right to touch you, made you hot. You raised an eyebrow and lifted your chin at him, taking your hand back and placing your hands on your hips in an attempt to look unimpressed.

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso he hugged you tightly from below.

“Please princess, I will do anything… whatever you want. I’ll be good from now on, I promise. Just take me off punishment.” He whined desperately, the side of his face pressed just below your navel, his grip on you strong.

Feeling your breath quietly catch in your throat as you watched him, you re-centered yourself to stop your legs from trembling. Many thoughts passed through your mind and you felt your skin heating up with his face pressed up against your body. You hummed, trying to decide on one of many options and gently brushing your fingers back between the lines of scalp next to his braids.

“Anything I want?” You cooed, chewing on your bottom lip slightly and earning an instant nod from the boy who was at your complete disposal.

“Ao’nung, up.” You beckoned and used your hand to raise his chin, seeing him look up at you in admiration from below as he quickly rose back to his feet at your direction. Taking his hand, you eyed him up and down deviously while he became more and more impatient with every second that passed. The shadow on his loincloth looked much different than it did when this conversation had started. The fabric was beginning to stretch, becoming taut and hinting at his arousal. He witnessed hunger and desire cloud your eyes, his tongue peeking out to lick at his bottom lip and his eyes watching you feverishly while he waited on your next move.

“Come.” You giggled, turning around and pulling him along like a lost puppy. A sigh of relief left his lips and the goofiest smile painted its way onto his face. You could damn near see the hearts flying in a halo around this boy’s head, he was so lovestruck. His ears perked up and his stride looked drunken as he allowed you to drag him back to your tent, his eyes falling to your backside and exposing how eager he was to fulfill whatever promise he had made to you.

a/n: Alright I’m back in my groove now yall! This was so fun to write and it came to me so easily. I’m a sucker for obedient men who do as they’re told, what can I say. 🫠 I’m not sure how far in detail i’ll go when it comes to smut with ao’nung or neteyam (aged up ofc). I do know that I’ll probably get requests for multiple parts so If I write more you might see an increase in strong language or suggestive/m🅰️ture themes but I’ll have to see about that. I hope you guys enjoyed! Please like and reblog if you can, it’s much appreciated. 💞

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The threatened heirs || Daemon Targaryen x Reader

A/N: This fic is a combination of two requests, one was about a niece! Targaryen x Daemon and the other one was about Otto Hightower trying to clear the path for his daughter's children for the throne! I hope you like this one! <3

MASTERLIST

The day you married Daemon was also the last day that you saw your father and sister. Rhaenyra was sad watching you leave, but she couldn't do much about it. You were happy with your now husband. Daemon decided to leave King's Landing unable to stay even a second longer in the same place as Otto Hightower. He knew the man was always planning something, and now with you and him getting married your claim to the throne became even stronger. It would be no surprise if the second you become with child they would try and murder you. Your father, the King, was clueless and that's what made you even angrier. He was turning a blind eye to all the warnings from his closest people. Whatever you, Rhaenyra or Daemon said, he refused to listen to it,only trusting his Hand.

You travelled for a while on dragon back, visiting all the places you've imagined going to as a child. A year into your adventure however, you found out you were expecting your first child with Daemon. That led you to going back to Dragonstone, where you felt the safest. Both your and Daemon's dragons, Blackfyre and Caraxes were welcomed there as well, so you had nothing to worry about.

"I will never let anything happen to you or our child. I vow to you now and forever." Daemon whispered that night when you returned to Dragonstone.

Months passed, turning into years. It has been three years since you left.yiir birthplace. Now you were a mother yourself, you have blessed Daemon not with just one but two strong boys, the two of them were an absolute copy of each other. The first few days you could barely tell who was who. Daerhys and Daemor Targaryen were their names. The two were like little dragons since they could walk. They adored their father and wanted to be just like him, imitating every single thing he does.

Your life was amazing, nobody knew about your boys and that face you and Daemon much needed peace. However, that quickly changed when a letter arrived from King's Landing, the royal symbol laying on the seal.

Daemon stood next to you, watching as your eyes went over and over the words written on the parchment. A shaky sight escaped your mouth when you read the last sentence. You looked up at your husband, eyes full of tears.

"He's getting married." You whispered.

"Who's getting married? Let me read this!" Daemon said, snatching the paper.from your hands, reading the letter for himself.

A few seconds passed before the letter was scrunched on to a ball and thrown into the fireplace.

"That bastard!" Daemon yelled. His fists tightening.

Your father was getting married, and from all the suitable ladies in Westeros, he had chosen Alicent Hightower. Your heart was aching, your mind immediately went to your little sister. You couldn't imagine how Rhaenyra was feeling.

That letter was not only a wedding invitation but also an order for you return. Your father though it has been long enough since you left for your wedding journey and now wanted you home.

Fear was slowly nestling in your chest. What about your boys? How were you even going to keep them safe? The moment they stepped into the palace they would immediately become a target. You could never bare losing one of your children. They were more precious than anything else on this world.

"We have to go, Daemon. We don't have a choice." You said, standing up from your seat slowly walking towards your husband who was now leaning on the rails of the balcony of your room. You hugged him from behind, hands hugging his chest while you laid your head on his back.

"I know,but the second my eyes fall on that snake Otto, I don't know if I will be able to resist the urge to slit his throat." Daemon said with his teeth gritted.

"Let's just focus on our boys,Daemon. Everything else we can handle, but those little ones are like storms, they need two pairs of eyes watching over them." You said, laughing at your own final sentence.

A smile appeared on Daemon's face when his sons were mentioned.Daerhys and Daemor were his pride and joy,his legacy.

_

The second the two dragons landed in the Dragonpit and two little boys appeared by your and Daemon's side, the whispers immediately started. Servants were bowing to you and the second you turned your back they started talking about the two children by your side.

You and Daemon were informed to head towards the Small Council's meeting room, where your father and his closest advisors waited for you. Looking down at the two white haired children that stood between their parents a smirk appeared on Daemon's face. He would pay a fortune to see The Hand's reaction over and over again.

The doors opened, revealing the rectangular table,all seats were taken, everyone including Rhaenyra was present, awaiting their Princess and Prince.

The seconds you stepped inside,all eyes fell on the two boys.Daerhys and Daemor were smiling cluelessly, happy to have received all the attention.

"My daughter, my brother! I am happy to welcome you back! It has been so long!" Your father stood from his seat, a smile on his face as he spoke.

Your eyes found your sister's, who was both shocked and happy, looking at her nephews.

"We are happy to be back, father!" You answered.

"I suppose congratulations are in order?" Daemon asked from beside you.

"What is the meaning of this?" Another voice asked, belonging to no one else but the Hand of the King.

Otto Hightower had now risen from his seat, his hands gripping the edges of the table as he observed the two boys.

"Father." You started, interrupting the man. " I would like to present to you our sons.Daerhys and Daemor, both at the age of three years old." You said, standing between your sons, each hand falling down to their shoulders.

"Mama?" Daerhys said, earning your attention." Is this grandpa?" Daemor asked after him. Gasps were heard across the room, a chuckle escaping Daemon's mouth as he tried to keep it in. You only smiled, nodding softly as a response to Daemor's question.

"Your Grace this is..." Otto Hightower started once again, indignance evident in his voice.

"Oh leave them be, Otto. They're three years old, and they're not wrong. I am their grandfather. Come here, my dears, let me have a better look at you." Viserys said, motioning with his hands for the two brothers to go to him.

With your approval they slowly made their way to his side.

"Look at you! True Targaryens!" Your father exclaimed. "Have they been given dragon eggs, brother?" The question directed towards your husband.

"Unfortunately, no, not yet at least." Daemon answered.

"Blackfyre and Caraxes have mated, father. We are waiting for their eggs to be laid so our boys can make their choice." You explained, your father's smile becoming even wider with the news of more hatchlings coming soon.

Your eyes were now wandering around the room, analysing the way the rest of the men looked at you. Corlys Velaryon was the only one who seemed satisfied with the situation, the rest of the men had confused expressions on their faces.

"Very well then." He replied." Now, if my Council has nothing else to add, I would like to spent some time with my daughter and my brother."

_

It was nighttime now, your children were already put to bed in the room right across yours. You and Daemon sat on the balcony, glasses of wine in your hands.

"Today went better than expected." You said, interrupting the silence.

"Given the fact my brother was more interested in our children I am not surprised. What worries me the way that baster kept looking at them whenever he saw us. I keep thinking that he's going to try something." Daemon said. You knew he was right, but all you could do for now was remain cautious.

Standing up from your chair, you went to his side, nestling yourself in his lap.

"I know, my love, but let's not bring that man's name to our chambers. Shall we?" You said, leaning closer to his lips.

Daemon's hand found its way to your cheek, holding it while you two kissed. Things quickly got heated. You were now on your bed, your night gown up to your breasts, breathing heavily while your husband was feasting on you.

His warm tongue moved around your wet folds, slipping inside a few times, making you moan loudly.

Daemon's hair was gripped in your fists that pushed him even closer to you.

"Daemon" you called out for him earning a smirk from your husband. Leaving your sweet pussy hit the cold night air he passionately captured your lips, letting you taste yourself.

"Let me hear you beg for me,my Queen." He whispered against your lips.

You were about to let him take off your dress when a terrifying scream was heard from your sons room.

Your heart stopped. Daemon was the first one to run out of the room you following quickly behind him.

What you saw when you entered made your heart stop. A snake laid the same bed your sons were in! A poisonous one at that!

Daemon grabbed the end of the blanked that covered the bed, quickly throwing it over the animal. Daerhys and Daemor had ran out on the balcony,their small bodies shaking with fear and from the cold. You ran to them, scooping them in your arms as their cried . By that time guards had flooded the room, your father had arrived as well.

"Shh, mom is here. Your father is here too, you're safe,my loves. Don't be scared no more." You whispered, kissing their heads.

"Is this your way of welcoming us back,brother?" Daemon yelled at his brother.

"Daemon, I swear on the seven Gods I have nothing to do with this! What a man do you take me for to plan on murdering my grandchildren?!" Your father answered, his voice rising as well.

"Whoever is responsible for this, I want them dead!" Daemon shouted, his anger had taken over.

"My love." You called for him, getting his attention.

The moment he heard your voice he sped towards you and your boys, kneeling down in front of them.

"Are you fine? Did it bite any of you?" He asked, placing a kiss against their foreheads.

"We are fine, dada." Daemor said, looking at his brother who only nodded.

A new presence arrived in the room, it was Rhaenyra.

"I heard what happened. Are my nephews fine?" She asked, her voice full of worry as her eyes fell on you and your sons.

"They are fine, thank the Gods we heard them." You answered. Your sister's hand went to your shoulder as a sign comfort.

_

It was the next morning when hell broke loose. One of Daemon's men had seen one of The Hand's most trusted people purchase a snake from one of the many healers in town. The poison was usually used to stop the suffering of the suck, it was a quick and easy death.

When Daemon found you swore he was about to breathe out dragon fire. Your father was even angrier, it was on of his closest people, the father of his future wife. After the truth was revealed Otto Hightower received a death sentence by the King himself, leaving Daemon take care of it as he wished. His original thoughts were for the now ex Hand to be beheaded by Daemon's own sword,Dark Sister,but then Daemor asked if he could go and play in the Dragonpit, giving even a better idea to Daemon.

Otto Hightower was burned to ashes that day by both Caraxes and Blackfyre. Alicent Hightower was sent in exile as a punishment for supporting her father's ideas and crimes. A year later, after a long Council meeting it was decided that your firstborn son, Daerhys, was to be named heir when he turns the age of ten years old. You knew many more dangers waited for the right moment to appear,but for now your children were safe and nothing more mattered.

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[mageofcolors]

sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:

-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone

-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together

-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server

-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars

-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.

-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla

-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house

-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho

-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.

-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server

-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.

-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.

-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.

-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho

-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin

-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo

-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard

-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats

-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server

-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention

-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

Why not watch Race to the Edge? We have:

The neurodivergent guy who's just so tired. Threw himself off a cliff once or twice. Likes dragons soooooo much and everyone just rolls with it. His entire life revolves around his hyperfixation (dragons) and it kind of bleeds into everyone elses life.

The neurodivergent guy's best friend cat. Does not like it when neurodivergent guy puts himself in dangerous situations and frequently sasses him for it. Is often seen batting around balls of paper for fun. Has killed an unfathomable amount of people and will kill again.

The token girlfriend who wasn't actually a token girlfriend in the show and had an actual personality and hobbies and insecurities and stuff. Has anger issues and will take it out on the twink at the slightest provocation. Probably more worthy of being chief than the chiefs own heir at this point in time. Secretly feminine. The superior version of this character and everyone loves her.

The twink. Used to be one of the jocks in high school and turned out to be the most flamboyant and feminine of the squad. Wrote a book once. Probably to impress the nerd like he's so gay for the nerd. Loves baby dragons like sooooo much he will cuddle them all day. A little sassypants who pouts and complains a lot. Is not good at following instructions. Will sacrifice life and limb for his friends and almost died for them several times.

The twink's self insert oc. He larps as a Coachella kid. Once fooled the smartest man in the world into thinking he was actually a Coachella kid. Deep in his heart he is just a misunderstood rich white boy.

The nerd. Reads books to the point where the universe decided every almost single one of his spotlight episodes would be a parody of a book. He made dragon trading cards once because he's a fucking nerd. Is probably a licensed doctor and if he's not then nobody's noticed yet. Is a total helicopter parent over his fucking dragon who spews lava and has a tail-bludgeon so who knows whats going on in his head.

The twink made a self insert OC for his boyfriend the nerd and then there were some hypnotism hijinks. I want to see God Complex and Coachella Kid interact so bad.

The resident drag queen. A scholar, philosopher and fashionista who would do a dramatic reading of Dante's Divine Comedy for fun. Has a pet chicken who he has a... questionable relationship with. Has a mace who he also has a... questionable relationship with. Doesn't know how to do math.

The resident pyromaniac. Has literally no fear and will actively dare people to kill her. Has not once been killed so it seems to be working. Will be captured and spend her entire time in captivity mercilessly bullying her captors. Could probably make Ryker Grimborn cry. Made Snotlout cry. Way smarter than she looks and is considered the smarter twin which is insane considering Tuffnut is a known genius.

The incredibly angsty Mary Sue. You either love her or hate her and I love her. Fits every single Mary Sue trope in existence to a T to the point where I feel like it was on purpose. Don't get me wrong though, she's a genuinely compelling character. Emo. I think that she should date Astrid.

[delcakoo]

im obsessed with hybrid aus i wish there were more ☹️☹️

what do you think hybrid!rikis or hybrid!taehyuns (either of them i rlly dont mind) would be when they found out they were getting adopted 😁

OOOO i decided to go w riki to continue my hybrid riki agenda !! consider it a warmup for the longer fic i have in the work for him 🫶 also i was thinking of picking up my pokemon riki fic since it was literally a scene from being done 🧌 sigh so many riki thoughts

3:41PM — “so, what kind of companion would you be looking for in a hybrid?”

you give the adoption centre employee a nervous smile, “um, i’m actually not too sure yet,” you confess. “sorry, i should’ve came more prepared.”

the boy with a nametag reading ‘mark’ giggles, leading you to the back where you assume the hybrids are located. “nah, we get customers like you a lot, don’t worry. just follow me and let me know if anyone catches your eye.”

with an appreciative nod, you follow him into what you assume is the bunny hybrid area judging by the long, droopy ears atop each hybrid’s head. one bunny with shining blue hair watches as you walk by with big, boba eyes, and you hastily lift a hand to wave in his direction. you grin when he shyly waves back, taking note of the name ‘soobin’ on his pen.

mark speaks up, vocalizing just what you’d been thinking. “these are our bunnies, the most common species of hybrid right before dogs and cats. they’re definitely nice if you want a cuddly and affectionate match, but if you decide on one, you’ll have to bunny-proof your whole house before taking them home,” he notifies.

you tilt your head, “what does that mean?”

“well just like real bunnies, they have a habit of chewing everything, especially if their owner isn’t giving them enough attention. i’m sure you can guess what that means for your furniture and well.. everything else in your house.”

you gulp, glancing back at soobin who’s now busy chewing on small carrot slices. “… i think i’ll keep looking.”

after getting through the rowdy enclosure of dog hybrids and silently independent cat hybrids, you sigh. mark’s brows furrow, sending you a sympathetic gaze, “still nobody?”

instea of replying you glance around the room, eyes locking onto a seperate grey door reading ‘enter with caution’. without a moment’s hesitation, you rush over in big, curious strides. mark’s footsteps quickly follow, grabbing the handle first right as you reach out for it. “hey, uh- ma’am, i dont really think there’s anyone in there suited for you,” he laughs awkwardly.

you give him a polite smile, and you can tell it scares the male a bit by the drop in his expression. “i’ll decide that for myself, please.” the boy swallows, pulling the door open for you hesitantly and trailing close behind.

some hisses and other strange sounds were heard as you walk in and gasp, taking in the sight of all sorts of unique looking hybrids. “these are our.. other hybrid options. all quite rare species, and of course way more expensive and challenging to look after,” he reminds.

you slowly walk by cage after cage, mark introducing you to a meek-looking deer girl, a giddy, cheerful penguin, and even one buff tiger hybrid along the way. most of them were either scared or curious at the sight of you, though the tiger seemed more determined to intimidate you than earn your ownership.

however, a moving figure near the back of one enclosure catches your eye before you can mention anything. you watch intriguingly as a pitch black tail swishes side to side under the dim lighting, gaze drifting up to meet the face of a tall, pouty-lipped black cat boy. unlike the other hybrids that rushed up to see you or pounced away in fear, he only sits there in silence, studying you curiously.

“oh, that’s riki,” mark informs from behind you. “he’s a panther hybrid, and he doesn’t care for humans much from what we’ve seen so i wouldn’t really recommend him.”

riki’s ears drop at the male’s words, but he doesn’t say anything. you inhale, “can i go inside the enclosure then?”

“uh.. yeah, i guess so. but ma’am, i really think there are better matches for you back at..”

mark’s words fade into the background as you focus on opening riki’s cage, slowly stepping inside until you were only a few feet from him. he makes no reaction to escape or attack; merely staring up at you with no emotion.

you clear your throat, abruptly feeling nervous as you tap your foot. the panther quickly notices your anxious movements, a tiny smirk growing onto his plush lips. “hi i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you, riki. do you like it here?”

the panther blinks calmly, “i get free food and shelter, so it’s okay i guess.” his deep voice visibly startles you, and riki giggles breathily as he watches your eyes widen and lips stutter. he thinks you’re cute.

“well then uh- what would you think about coming home with me?”

you watch worriedly as the cat boy glances at mark, clearly weighing his options while his tail swishes animatedly behind him. “i wouldn’t mind.”

at his shocking response, you snap your head over to the employee for confirmation, yet he simply shrugs in reply. “alright then, i’ll go get you the paperwork.”

by the time you’ve slowly turned back to face him, ready to begin some basic small talk, your jaw nearly falls from your face. the hybrid - technically your hybrid now — has risen to his feet, realising in horror that he towers over you ridiculously. you estimate he’s around 6’2, and his cute, fluffy ears only make you look that extra inch shorter.

you choke at the smug, amused smirk now plastered across riki’s lips. “is something wrong, owner?” he asks slyly.

only a few minutes past your introduction, and you were already starting to question who was owning who in this relationship.

this wasn’t supposed to be that long why do i always do this 💔 other hybrid riki drabble heree