#not sure what you would do with that info i told you

[destinyisastar]

I have an idea for you: How about a multivese divergence, something happens and through a tear in the fabric of space an alternate version of the alastor crashes into the original Hazbin Hotel, perhaps an angel! alastor. Imagine how funny it would be if this variant of Angel!Alastor started on top of the reader, since in Angel!Alastor universe there is no reader. Maybe the reader was those rare events that happen and not all universes have a reader...

((Note: perhaps both Alastors were yanderes by the reader))

Just the two of Us

Alastor x Gn Reader x Angel Alastor

(YANDERE)

Summary: An angel falls on you while you are walking back to the hotel and starts taking a liking to you. What happens when the Radio Demon starts to feel distaste towards this new guest?

More info: This was supposed to be uploaded a couple of days ago, but I was going through a bit of writer's block. I really liked this idea I hope I did you justice! This is a long one!

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“Good morning my wonderful listeners!” A voice speaks into a mic, “A gorgeous morning we are having here today in our beloved heaven!” The voice laughs. “Oh, I wouldn’t trade this view for anything in the world, wouldn’t you agree!?” A cheering track is played in the background.

“Now on to today’s activities! There will be a golden hour ceremony in well… in less than thirty minutes! Oh golly! You’ll need to get there quick before there’s no more space left! Ha-ha!!” The man flips through his scripts, “Here’s one that you all will enjoy, Miss Nifty is holding a cooking competition, the winner of the competition will be the rewarded with an opportunity to practice with the little angel herself. On to other news, the grand opening of Mimzy’s dancing parlor will be at six o’clock this evening! Be sure to have your dancing shoes on!” The man behind the mic continues to joke around before he checks his watch, “I believe its time for some music…Jazz for the soul… This is your host, Alastor! I’ll talk to you all soon!”

Alastor lets the jazz music play as he grabs his coffee mug and walks to the window in his radio station. As he takes a sip he watches as the Angels down below walk around, enjoying their afterlife. He smiles as he thinks about what he plans to do today when a small red spiral forms in front of him.

Alastor chokes on his coffee and punches his chest to calm himself.

“What in the heavens is this?!” He puts his mug down and tilts his head to the side. “What should I do with this?” A spark of curiosity flows through him, he decides to poke his finger through the spiral, and it suddenly grows larger.

Alastor jumps backwards, “Oh good lord!” He walks closer to the spiral and decides to just put his whole head through. Inside of the spiral is a red sky and down below that seems to be a city. There seems to be sparks flying, it almost seems like gunshots, down below. Alastor pulls himself back to his station.

The spiral is still there as he paces around the room. “Should I call somebody?” he questions himself. Alastor shakes his head.

Urgent.

He feels a sense of urgency pulling him to the spiral. Why? It doesn’t seem safe wherever it leads to, so why does he feel his legs pull him towards the spiral? He feels his wings stiffen.

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath, “Okay…. I’ll check it out and if doesn’t seem worth my while, I can just come back… at least I think so….” Alastor grabs his staff by his desk and walks to the spiral. “Alright… here we go.”

He walks through the spiral and begins to plummet down to the city below.

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“You were right Angel, that store really didn’t have anything good.” You say as you walk side by side with your friend, Angel Dust., as you head back to the Hazbin Hotel.

“I told ya to trust me toots, we should have just stuck with what we knew.” Angel sighs as switches his bags to his other hand. “But it was kinda worth it!” He says as he waves the bags in your face.

“That’s because you got everything for free! I just wanted to see if they had any earrings….” You look the through the small bag you had, “They are pretty, I just wish they had more of a selection…”

“Don’t sweat it, I got some for you too!” He grins at you.

“Aw than-” You get cut off when a body drops on you.

You face the ground with a heavy weight on your back, you hear Angel yelling at whoever was on top of you, pulling (throwing) them off of you.

With a groan you get up, patting yourself for any injuries, “What was that?”

“Don’t know, this freak just fell on you.”

Theres a man on the ground near the wall, he appears to have white wings…. almost like an angel….

The man gets up, “Ah, I’m so sorry for dropping in on you!” The man has yet to look at you, he pats himself down, reaching for his staff…. it almost seems familiar to you.

Finally, the man looks at you right in the eyes then looking you up and down, “My oh my,” He walks up to you taking your hand in his and bends down to press a tender kiss to it. “My apologies for “dropping in” on you! Ha-ha! Oh, where are my manners! My name is Alastor! Pleasure to meet you quite the pleasure! Maybe this is fate to fall upon such a gorgeous person such as yourself!  Ha-ha!” “Alastor’s” wings puff up.

Both you and Angel freeze.

Angel speaks up, “What did ya say your name was freak?”

“My name is Alastor! Is this thing working?”  “Alastor” taps his microphone staff.

The microphone seems to speak, “Yes! I heard you loud and clear!”

You release your hand from this so called “Alastor”, “Alastor?”

“Yes, my dear?” He answers looking at you with glee.

“Why…. why do you have wings?”

“Alastor” tilts his head at you and Angel, “Well I’m an angel! Oh, you know me Anthony, I always make sure your requests are always played, I even have my own radio show! Maybe you heard of me from there?!”

“AN ANGEL?!” Both you and Angel yell.

Onlookers nearby are now paying attention to all of you.

“Ah shit!” Angel Dust mutters, his mind seems to be somewhere else.

“W-well, Alastor we should get going!” You remove your coat and place it on “Alastor’s” shoulder to cover his wings. “Please keep this on for right now!” you whisper yell to him.

“Whatever for my dear?” Angel Alastor asks.

“Just…please! For me!?”

Angel Alastor nods, “Alright but where are we going?”

“W-we just need to get some place safer for you!” You pull Angel Alastor along with you on the sidewalk, “Angel! C’mon!!”

Angel Alastor escapes out of your grasp and instead gives you his arm to hold on to while you walk.

You stop to look at him but wrap your hand through his arm and keep going as Angel Dust walks in front of the both of you.

Angel Alastor smiles joyfully as he walks faster to keep up with your steps.

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In the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor sits in his chair in his radio tower as he waits for your return. Now, he wouldn’t say that he is desperate for your attention he just appreciates your presence. Yes, that’s it…. your presence is much more tolerable than the other pathetic sinners in this hopeless hotel.

At any moment now you will walk through the hotel’s doors. How does he know that? Well, let’s just say he has eyes everywhere. No, he’s not obsessed with you, why would you think that?

Alastor teleports his way to the lounge area of the hotel and takes a seat on his chair, waiting patiently for your arrival.

And arrive you do.

“Yo Charlie! You here!?” Yells out Angel Dust.

“Why are you yelling so early today?” Husk says from behind the bar.

Angel walks over to the bar and slams his hands on the table, “You ain’t never gonna believe this!” Husk pours him a drink and Angel chugs it down, “Alastor is an Angel!!”

 Husk looks at him with a deadpan look, “Are you stupid?”

“NO! I’m being serious!”

“Have you had one to many drinks this morning, my friend?” Alastor says as he teleports himself to take a seat near Angel as Husk passes him a drink. “As you can see, I’m still here in all my glory Ha-ha!” Alastor grins.

Angel looks at him up and down, “Nah no way you had wings and everything!! And… you knew my…” He chugs another down, “Y/n! Get in here!”

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“Okay…this is the Hazbin Hotel… “Alastor”,” You lead Angel Alastor to the couch, “Sit here while I…. go get someone to help, okay? Do you want anything so drink?”

“No, but thank you darling! I’ll be fine!” Angel Alastor laughs.

“Who the fuck is that?” Husk spats out.

“See! That’s Alastor, well, Angel Alastor. Its freaky!!”

You walk up to the bar, gently placing your hands on the table, “Where’s Charlie?”

“She’s out with Vaggie, said something about convincing sinners to join the hotel.” Husk cleans some of the glasses but continues to take glances at the supposed “Angel Alastor”.

 You sigh, “Okay…okay” You rub your temples, “Can I have a glass of water please, it’s for him…” Husk hands you the glass of water and you walk away from the group heading towards Angel Alastor, taking a seat next to him.

However, Alastor, the Alastor that sits by the bar… Alastor the Radio Demon… is seething.  Of course, he is a bit curious seeing that this supposed “Angel Alastor” is another version of him, a version of him that has wings, white hair, and a staff eerily similar to his. Why are you sitting next to this fake? That fool is nothing like him.

“Here, have some water… you probably need it from falling from wherever you came from.” You pass him the water and he drinks it.

“Thank you my dear….” Angel Alastor looks around the room, “This is a darling little place you have here chère! But what exactly is this?” He turns to you.

“Oh! This a hotel ran by the Princess of Hell, Charlie, she’ll explain more once she gets here, I wanted to ask… how did you get here?”

Angel Alastor places his drink down on the table, “Well, I woke up as I usually do, then I went to my radio station…I was doing my usual routine, reading my scripts, telling everyone what the day had planned for them, after that was done I let some music play then I just walked around my broadcast room and suddenly this little spiral appeared right in front of me.”

“Spiral?”

“Yes, its was red and black… I gave it a small poke and it grew larger. I will admit, I got a bit curious about it, so I stuck my head in it.”

“You stuck your head in it? What if you got hurt?”

“Well, you know what they say curiosity killed the cat Ha-ha-ha!!” Angel Alastor jokes, “But in this case the cat lived! Oh-ho!” He begins to wipe a fake tear. “Once I stuck my head through the spiral, I saw a city down below and decided to take a look!”

You tilt your head to the side, “You wanted to take a look?”

“Yes!”

“That sounds silly.”

Angel Alastor laughs, “Now my dear I believe I told you my name already, what might yours be?”

“That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, it’s Y/n.”

“My, that’s a beautiful name…” Angel Alastor smiles at you sweetly, reaching for your hand.

Angel Dust walks over to the both of you and leans on the edge of the couch, “Listen…. “Alastor”, you called me “Anthony” … Why?”

Angel Alastor turns slightly towards Angel, “You look like Anthony, a fellow I know from heaven, he always calls in so his song can play, in fact,” Angel Alastor looks to the bar and points at Husk, “I also know someone that looks like that gentlemen as well, though he doesn’t look so…” Husk flips off Angel Alastor, “so off.”

Angel Alastor then turns his attention to… himself?

The Alastor at the bar grins, his smile stretches upwards, “And?” He taps his fingers on his staff, “What about me?” He tilts his head slyly.

Angel Alastor stands up, “Well, I’ll be…” He wipes his monocle with a handkerchief and his wings puff up slightly.

Alastor teleports in front of “Angel Alastor” from the shadows on the floor below.

Both Alastor’s tilt their heads, both hum, both grin at each other.

“Your me.” They both say in unison.

Alastor has a red and black color coordination (red being more dominate) while Angel Alastor has a white and blue color coordination (white being more dominate). They’re both similar. The only attribute that separates them both is the golden halo above Angel Alastor’s head along with the large wings on his back.

“So, you’re from heaven?” Alastor circles around this supposed Angel, “You said that there’s others that look like our spider fellow here and the drunk behind the bar…. Are they also angels?”

“They aren’t demons! Ha-ha! But I will say….” Angel Alastor looks down to you as you still sit on the couch, “I’ve never seen anyone that looks like you.” He smiles.

Alastor sneers for a moment but it was quickly replaced by a grin, “Well! Maybe she’s in your hell! Did you think of that?!”

Angel Alastor pushes Alastor with his staff, “I assure you she wouldn’t be there.” He takes a glance at you then looks back at Alastor. “There is no hell.”

Angel Dust spits out his drink, “NO HELL?!”

“You heard correct.” Angel Alastor turns towards the bar, “We have no hell.”

The front doors open and in walks Charlie and Vaggie.

“Uh what’s this talk about no hell?” Charlie says as she looks around the room and freezes as she spots Angel Alastor.

“Who the fuck is that!?” Vaggie yells, arming herself with her spear racing towards Angel Alastor.

However, before Vaggie can make contact with Angel Alastor, you put yourself in between them raising your arms out. “WAIT! WAIT!” you yell out, “He’s okay! He’s not gonna hurt us!”

“Then what the hell is he doing here?! And why the fuck does he look like Alastor!?”

“Vaggie calm down!” Charlie rubs her girlfriend’s shoulders then looks to Angel Alastor. “Who are you?”

“I’m Alastor! Pleasure to meet you! I assume your Charlie the Princess of Hell!” He grins while shaking her hand.

Charlie stays silent for the moment and huffs out a laugh, “I’m sorry… WHAT?”

“We’ve been over this before you got here toots…” Angel stands up right, “This is Angel Alastor and supposedly there’s versions of us in his heaven but get this, there’s no hell!” Angel Dust says as he somehow has a popsicle in his hand and takes a bite, “Crazy right?”

“This is all very weird!” Charlie says as she waves her arms.  She walks around Angel Alastor. “So, you’re an Angel that fell from heaven, but not from our heaven… am I getting this right?”

“I believe so!”

“And there’s no hell?”

“Correct!”

“And there’s people that look like us? There’s an Angel in your heaven that looks like me?”

“Yes! Her name is Charlotte, but she also goes by Charlie. She’s lovely girl, very friendly, happy go lucky,” Angel Alastor looks at Vaggie, “You are also there too, hand in hand with dear Charlie.”

“Now we need you get back to your heaven…… why did you even fall down here?”

“I was curious!” Angel Alastor turns to you, “Might I say… it was worth it.” He grins.

You start to feel flustered and look away.

Alastor stands beside you as you sit on the couch, while your flustered self would usually fill him with glee, especially if he was the reason, this fake was the one who made you turn away.  

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While heaven was a joyful beautiful place, hell was the complete opposite.

Angel Alastor sits on the balcony sipping his coffee, waiting for you to join him. It’s been a couple of days since he’s been here, and you…. he’s never met anyone like you. It’s strange, so far everyone he’s met is someone he knows from his heaven, even Nifity was here although she was a bit more deranged, killing bugs left and right. Nifity had told him he should be a “bad boy” instead of a “good boy” whatever that meant.

“Hey! I’m sorry for being a little late I was helping Charlie print out some flyers.” You say as you take a seat.

“Not to worry my dear!” Angel Alastor smiles as he passes you a cup and plate of sweets near you.

“Thank you.” You take a bite out of the sweet treat, “How are you liking it down here so far? I-I’m sorry that its nothing like your heaven, I’m sure you miss it…”

Angel Alastor places his cup down, “I… I do miss it sometimes, my radio station mostly, but you… you make this hell seem like heaven.” He grins at you.

You quickly take a sip of your drink, and Angel Alastor laughs.

From his tower in his station Alastor watches as you speak to the fake.

Why?

Why aren’t you with him?

You knew him before this fake.

So why????

Alastor’s grin tightens and teleports himself to the both of you.

“Well! Isn’t this…,” Alastor looks between the two of you, “A lovely little moment!” His grin stretches upwards.

“Good morning, Alastor!” You say smiling at the Radio Demon.

“Good morning my dear!” Alastor summons a chair, “I hope you don’t mind that I join you! It’s been such a busy morning, and I would like to spend time with someone who isn’t a nuisance! Ha-ha!”

“I don’t mind, but Angel Al is the one who invited me…. you don’t mind do you Al?”

“Not at all darling!” Angel Alastor smiles (clearing lying through his teeth, but you don’t see that) at you as you take another sip of your drink but glares at Alastor, the so called “Radio Demon” (more like the Radio Fool).

The fool is smiling at him with glee.

“So! My dear, what do you have planned today?” Angel Alastor asks.

“Oh well I-”

“They’re spending the day with me!” Alastor says as he light smacks the table with his mug, “Isn’t that right my darling?” He tilts his head at you with his signature grin.

“Yes... but you never told me what we’ll be doing.”

“I’ll shall gladly tell you right now!” Alastor scoots his chair closer to you, Angel Alastor scrunches up his face but quickly puts on a smile as you take a glance at him.

“We’ll be heading to Cannibal Town! Rosie hasn’t had a chance to chat with you in a while!” Alastor places his hand over yours, “It seems like you’re taking my good friend away from me! Ha-ha!” He says rather dramatically, “After we had our chat, I’m taking you to one of my favorite clubs! Its nothing like the ones that our feminine fellow speaks about, but I won’t say anything more, I’d like it to be a surprise!”

“That sounds wonderful Alastor!” You say excitedly.

Alastor nods his head seeming excited himself.

“Yes… it sounds delightful...” Angel Alastor mumbles as he grits his teeth.

 Alastor glances at the fake next to him with a sly grin.

You look towards Angel Alastor, feeling a bit sad that you have to leave him here. Charlie said that he can’t go due to him being an angel, it’s not safe for him, especially since he looks like Alastor.

“Well, my dear it’s almost time! We should be on our way!” Alastor stands up holding on to your hand beginning to pull you up with him.

“Hey, Al?”

Both Alastor’s look at you. Angel Alastor holds his breath.

“I know you can’t really leave the hotel to do anything so… how about we just have a day for ourselves tomorrow? We can do whatever you want!” You smile brightly at him.

Angel Alastor gives you his own smile, a smile that can certainly light up the heavens, a smile that clearly states that he’s an angel from above.

“I’d like that a lot mon chère…”

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After the little gossip sesh with Rosie, Alastor had surprised you with a little with a Jazz club. It was small but the music, oh the music, was stunning.

“How… how did you find this place Alastor?” You ask looking around, there’s sinners sitting at their tables chatting, eating, everybody here seems at peace here.

“During my first years in hell, I got a bit homesick….I missed the wonders of true music, I missed…..”  A waiter waves you both to a table and Alastor leads you with a hand on your waist and pulls your chair out for you. The waiter takes your order, and you begin to listen to the music. There’s a sinner singing on stage, her tune sounds so dreamily, the members of her band fall into sync with her.

The waiter brings you both the food you ordered, and you begin to eat the meal. The conversations between you both were rather sweet.

“You know my dear…” Alastor puts down the fork, his meal was a venison wrapped in bacon, (it was rather delicious). “I…. I know I might not always say this to you, but….”

You place your utensils down giving Alastor your full attention.

“I apprec-”

“ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTS!!!” A man on stage speaks (yells) into the mic, “Its that time again where you grab that special person and move oh so slowly to song of our loving sweetheart!” The singer on stage nods and takes hold of the mic and sings her sweet tune much more calmly.

You take a glance at the sinners slow dancing, smiling softy at each other.

Alastor notices this and stands in front of you, holding his hand out to you, “Care for a dance my dear?” he asks tilting his head.

You stay silent for a number of seconds before nodding your head and putting your hand in his. Alastor pulls you up and brings you to the dance floor.

Placing your head on his shoulder, Alastor sways the both of you. Since you’ve known Alastor, he’s always been a force of nature. He’s unpredictable. He’s… he’s a manipulator, you know that. Everyone around you knows that, yet you feel as if there is a change in his demeanor, at least around you. He still acts the same around the other hotel guests, but to you he’s been rather kind (or whatever he deems kind).

As he sways you from left to right you hear Alastor hum along to the song, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

You remove your head from Alastor’s shoulder and look into his eyes with a smile, “I very much am… thank you for taking me here…”  Alastor removes his hands that holds yours and wraps his arms around his waist and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I appreciate you… I hope you know that…” Alastor mutters quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, my dear…”

Alastor spins you around and bends you down slightly he then pulls you back up close to his face. He smiles rather softly.

You pull yourself from him, making just enough space for the two of you. You are aware that Alastor is not fond of closeness, or rather him being touched, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Alastor’s smile drops for a second but is quickly brought right back up and the dancing continues like before.

Your mind begins to wander…. How is Angel Alastor doing? You don’t know why you care for that Angel… maybe it’s the way he looks at you or the way he actually wants to be near you, speak to you. Your mind feels at ease whenever your near him, you feel yourself smiling.

“Happy now, are you?” Alastor asks his palm cupping your cheek.

“Yes, I am…” You try not to lean into his hand.

Alastor rubs a claw on you cheek, “Something on your mind?”

You want to answer him, but you don’t want to ruin the mood that was created. Alastor and Angel Alastor seem to have tension with each other, you don’t know why (They’re the same person, just… different).

“….honestly, I’m a bit worried about Angel Alastor,” You whisper the latter, “He just fell on top of me, and I kind of feel bad about it….”

Alastor stops dancing, his grip on you tightening.

“He says he doesn’t mind being here, but I know deep down he wants to go back home….” You say looking a bit sadden.

Fake. You are speaking about that fake when you are clearly with real deal.

“I… I just… Oh, I don’t know….”

That fake is taking up too much, far too much space in your mind. Ever since that fake showed up you’ve been spending too much time with it. Why?!

“Why…”

“Huh?”

“Do you care for that fake?” His grin begins to stretch.

“Fake?”

Alastor looks away for a moment then turns back to you, “We should return to the hotel! Can’t leave that little fake by itself, right! Ha-ha!!”

“Ala-”

“No, no darling that fake needs to be coddled right now!” He walks out of the club with you following behind him.

“Alastor!”

 Alastor looks at you, shakes his head, “I… I apologize for acting out of sorts…” He raises a palm to his head, running his claws through his hair.

“Alastor, you mean a lot to me….. if you’re talking about “Angel Al”, he’s… he’s just another person. Your still my good friend and nothing’s ever gonna change that.” You smile at him.

Alastor smiles back and huffs out a laugh, “Oh, darling!” He cups your cheek once more, “You are just too sweet Ha-ha!” He gives you his arm to hold, you take it, feeling a bit flustered.

You both begin the trek back to the hotel when you turn to face Alastor once more.

“Alastor?”

“Yes?”

“I care for you.”

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Angle Alastor has had the time of life (afterlife?), you have truly been the light to his darkness. Sure, when he was in heaven there were plenty of people that kept him company. People that made him laugh, people that made him smile but you… he doesn’t understand this feeling he has when he’s with you. Why does your smile make his day brighter? Why does your laugh bring him joy? Why does he feel his heart thumping whenever you are near? Do you share this feeling? This feeling of happiness you feel it too…. right?

“What’s your favorite meal Al?” You ask Angel Alastor, you both decided to cook in the kitchen for your day together.

“Hmm… at the moment I would have to say any meal that includes venison! It could be stew, roasted, steak, it’s all delicious!” He says as the imagines the meals in his mind, “Although jambalaya never fails to make me smile!”

“I’ve only recently started eating venison… Alastor has certainly made an impact on my dinner time!” You smile at the memory of Alastor first giving you the taste of his venison stew (he almost gave you the meal raw, but you immediately declined).

“Yes…yes… hell’s version of me...”

You take a glance at him as you set the plates on the table, “Al?”

“Hmm?” He looks up from the cutting board.

“Do you get along with your other version?”

Angel Alastor scrunches his face a bit then goes back to cutting the venison, “I can’t say that I do…”

“Can I ask why?”

Angel Alastor puts the cut venison into a pan on the stove, making it sizzle, “We may be the same person, but we are…. how should I put this…...we are not exactly alike.”

“How so?”

“That demon…. we just don’t mix well together…” He shakes his head.

“That’s okay!”

“It’s…. okay?”

“Yeah! It’s okay that you aren’t alike, no one is meant to be the same person even if its another version of you!” You place the knives and forks down near the plates. “What about everyone else?”

“They’re all alright…. I understand they aren’t my friends from my heaven, Charlie is practically the only one that is still similar, but this is simply another… another world.”  The venison is finally cooked, and he takes it to the plates on the table setting two for you down and one for him on the plates. He takes the asparagus he had on the stove and wraps it around the venison, putting mashed potatoes on the side. He still has a smile on his face as he pulls your chair out for you and then sits in his respected seat.

“I am glad that you’re here…. I don’t think that I would have lasted too long out here if it wasn’t for you or dropping on you! Ha!”

“It’s no problem at all! Really! I like spending time with you!” You smile at him as you take a bite out of your asparagus. “You’re a good cook Al!”

“I know I am, Ha-ha!”

Once you both finished your meal Angel Alastor walks you back to your room (his room is near yours since he feels more comfortable around you).

“Thank you for everything Al, really…” You say rocking yourself back and forth on your feet.

“The honors all mine….” Angel Alastor grabs your right hand and bends down slightly to kiss it, then pulls himself back up and looks into your eyes, still holding your hand.

“Y/n….thank you for everything….the days you spend with me are nothing but hours of joy.” He cups your cheek.

You feel yourself leaning slightly into his touch for a moment, then you look into his eyes.

He smiles softly at you and moves closer towards you.

You hold your breath.

But….

You move backwards holding your cheeks with your hands, you give an airy laugh.

“I’m sor-”

“Nothing to do be sorry for my dear!” He lets out a laugh.

You nod your head, still laughing slightly, you tilt your head down but then look up Angel Alastor, he’s still smiling at you.

You grab the knob to your door, open it and walk in, “Al?”

“Yes, cher?”

“Lets… have another day together, yeah?” You look at him feeling a little nervous, “Next time I’ll choose what we do, okay?”

“Of course, anything you choose will done with my heart’s content.” He smiles at you with his hands behind his back.

You nod your head and close the door.

Angel Alastor lets out a sigh and walks to your closed door and places his hand on it tracing it. He begins to walk away when a shadow starts to bubble up from the floor beneath him. The shadow forms upwards and takes the shape of the Radio Demon.

“Well, well…. I’ve been watching you….” Alastor walks around the fake.

Angel Alastor still with his hands behind back stays perfectly still, and his wings puff up, “So you have…”

“Do you think you have a chance?” Alastor’s radio voice comes out full force, he takes a small glance at your door and decided to teleport the fake and himself to his radio tower.

Angel Alastor is consumed by the darkness and is then brought red studio.

“So, this is your dainty little…,” He looks around the area and scrunches his face, “station.”

 “Enough with the chit chat…..”

Angel Alastor tilts his head, “What exactly do you want?” he says with a grin.

“I want you to stop what your doing…” Alastor eyes begin to turn into dials.

“What exactly am I doing hmmm?” Angel Alastor’s grin tightens.

“I want you to stay away from them….”

“If I don’t?” He teases.

“I’ll-” Alastor’s antlers start to grow.

“You won’t.” Angel Alastor wings rise.

“What makes you think I won’t?”

Angel Alastor walks around the station, fiddling with the buttons, “They care for me…. you care for them… if something were to happen to me, the blame would be put on you…and then they’ll be sad…. you don’t want that, right?” He faces Alastor with his everlasting grin.

Alastor huffs, “You don’t know who you’re messing with…”

“Oh, but I do…. after all I am you.”

“You’re a fake.”

“Ah, ah, ah…. I am you, just from another world, or did you forget?”

“You’re nothing compared to me….”

Angel Alastor laughs.

“Your no Angel, are you?” Alastor grins.

“I am! Just not when it come to something I want… and I want them…”

Alastor laughs, “What a joke!”

“You laugh, but you want the same thing.”

“Maybe I do, but you…. I don’t want you here...” Alastor sneers.

“And I want you gone. You see…. we are similar in same ways….”

“Let me repeat my question ...… do you think you have a chance?”

Angel Alastor puffs his wings out, “Of course I do!”

“You don’t, I know more about them then you ever would in a single lifetime.”

“Is that so?”

“It is so!”

Angel Alastor walks to the door of the station, “We’ll see who they’ll choose…but let me tell you one thing….you won’t win..” Angel Alastor laughs and shuts the door with a slam.

Alastor stares and the door then he suddenly laughs. And laughs, and laughs.

Then he walks towards the windows of his stations and stares out with a sinister grin,

“Let the games begin.”

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Sorry for not posting for a couple of days! I was going to post 3 stories yesterday, but I didn't :P Anyways, more to come!

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destinyisastar 2024

[genderqueerdykes]

Thank you for your awesome blog

Do you know if a karyotype screening thingie that looks like the average XY thing excludes the possibility of being intersex?

I tried googling it but couldn't find much, my doctor told me that it does, but considering how many times she has been objectively wrong about stuff, I'm not sure if I can believe her.

I have a surgical scar on my lower abdomen since I can remember, and the explanation given by my parents for it sounds odd / unlogical to me, so I'm looking for other explanations until I can rule them out ig

Also my first puberty before I decided to go on hrt was weird because I got like zero facial hair growth despite it being common in my family. (Other changes like height or voice happened tho)

Anygays, sorry if this is a weird ask

I hope you are having a great day

you know, that's a good question!

i do not know much about karyotype screenings at all, but this is something i'd be absolutely fascinated to learn about! i would say that there's a good chance that your doctor is not answering that in good faith, especially if they haven't been a reliable source of information in the past. i don't know everything about how intersex variations relate to chromosomes, but i feel like that's not the end all be all of whether or not someone is intersex. i feel as though there are people out there with "normal" chromosomes that still have intersex variations.

any thoughts about this? i really would appreciate some education here, as this isn't exactly in my wheelhouse currently, but i'd love to read more. i hope we can get you some better info! if you have a scar that doesn't have a good explanation, it's probably good to keep your hunch in mind, because a lot of the times, parents and doctors will make up something to hide what really went on when it comes to intersex reassignment procedures. i hope we can get some more information for you, good luck out there!

[sluttylittleslashers]

Just an FYI I have a tiktok of James Russell (the actor who plays brahms) threatening to strangle someone

[anonymusbosch]

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[lunar-fey]

oh yeah not sure where we're at w money btw. we might be able to get some of it back but we wont know anything concrete until friday

[robinsnest2111]

weird dreams/nightmares relating to work...

always about not getting all the info/instructions and then getting passive-aggressive'd by higher ups about not doing things like I was told to do as if I had gotten the full instructions...

[timeisacephalopod]

I've kinda seen some pushback to the idea of representation in media and I don't necessarily think it's bad to point out actual rights are more important than Disney's thousandth first gay character that's fine, but I've had a LOT of people comment on my works about asexual characters and tell me what I wrote changed their life-and it's always that phrase- because they now have the language to describe what they feel. I've had people who ARENT ace or aro comment that what I wrote finally made a concept they didn't understand make sense, or that the way I explained things was interesting and enlightening and I'm kind of a mediocre writer who hasn't written anything in ages.

Like idk, if reading something from a writer who is fucking around and only somewhat talented can genuinely impact someone because they've not seen anything like them reflected back at them in life or media I don't think pushing for representation in media is as "needless" as some people seem to think and caring about that doesn't mean you don't care about more "important" (although if you think seeing people like you in media ISNT important it's because you already have that representation or are privileged enough to not care if you do, in which case maybe pipe down) stuff. Hell, I even got a Facebook message ages ago from someone who found a comment I left in an ace group about QPR's and what they meant to me and how I perceived them and the person no joke said what I wrote two years before they even found it changed their life forever because they finally knew what kind of relationship they actually wanted.

So like sure, of course there's always bigger fish to fry them diversity in media (you know, like diversity in real life lol) but I don't think it's as frivolous as some people are beginning to act like it is. At least not if you're an aspec person it's not, I STILL don't see ace characters almost ever and I'll bet my whole everything if I asked a writer of a show why they'd tell me that EVERYONE has to be in a sexual relationship and characters that aren't won't sell and are boring- I say this because in film school I had a teacher TELL ME every character needed to basically be sex obsessed and when I pointed out a GREAT MANY CHARACTERS are not revolved around sex (Supernatural stars two brothers, I pointed out) and when she asked if I had love interests I was like ??? That doesn't matter- using my aforementioned supernatural example almost all their love interests die or get mind wiped because at the end of the day that's not what the story was about. So actually I think writers who act like that teacher need like 50 reality checks, and representation in stories isn't unimportant and also support indie writers you'll probably find more funky shit there then Disney anyway lmao.

And also even the asexual characters I DO see in media don't remind me at all of myself even if I appreciate the effort, but they never feel real or genuine and their sexuality doesn't get a lot of exploration so 🤷🏻‍♀️ I actually could use more media focused on characters that I can genuinely see my sexuality reflected in in a meaningful and narratively impactful way because I've got nothing.

[loki-spaz-moments]

Mood

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner drabbles since I need to get back into writing it.

Robber, bursting through the door, gun already pulled out and shouting: EVERYBODY PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP AND OPEN UP YOUR WALLETS

The whole God damn Batfam just looking up from their respective places in the diner:..

Danny, behind the counter, tired as hell from basically taking over feeding them all: Take the fucking shot.

---

Nightwing, laying dramatically over the breakfast bar as Danny walks in, a rose between his teeth: Hi~ I need to place an order

Danny, woke up 15 minutes ago: It is to early for this (it's 7 pm)

Nightwing, watching as Dany just turns around and leaves the diner: Wait no.

---

Bart/Wally/Berry, finally done helping their respective Bat with Gotham Things ™️, stumbling upon the Diner:Sweet, no need to run back home on empty!

Danny, seeing the one that he has seen Clockwork scream about walk into his diner: shit I gotta make a call.

(15 Minutes later)

Bart/Wally/Berry crying into a massive plie of pancakes as Clockwork reads them yo filth.

---

Wes, grumbling as he is kicked out of the diner for the fifth time this week: God damn it Fenton! Stopping hiding your ghostly existence! The people demand the truth!

Bernard, there because Tim recommended it, trying and failing to hit taking him there for a date, head snapping over to Wes like a horror movie: I sense a conspiracy theory.

---

Cass, squating on a bar stool: *pouting face*

Danny, squinting at her: No.

Cass, looking up at him with the most hurt expression: *kicked puppy look*

Danny, feeling terrible:Okay! Okay I will get Cujo to come over! A-and I will throw in Ellie!

Cass, breaking unto a smile: and hot coco?

Danny, fully broken by her: Sure, why the hell not.

---

Tucker and Sam, finally coming into the diner: honestly? Not as bad as I thought it would be.

(A Bat getting chucked through the door, and Rouge following after)

Tucker:Holy...is he okay?

Sam: I take back what I said.

Danny, looking at the property damage:Nope...nope this is normal, Red Hood your tab just doubled.

Jason, fully concussed: Sure thing...babe...

---

Based on an idea I have for later on, Jason and Danny are in the middle stage between friends and Dating and Jason finally gets to meet the other two of the everlasting trio...

Sam, has a baseball bat in hand that is starting to sprout out branches: You hurt Danny and you'll end up dead again, and this time you won't have the hands to dig your way out.

Tucker, with sparks flashing in his eyes and a grin on his face, his PDA blinks with info that no civilian should have: Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, I know all about you, mess things up with Danny and your Pride and Prejudice Self insert fanfiction gets shared with your family, as well as your Wattpad and Tumblr accounts will be sent directly to the Justice Leauge.

Jason, crying a little bit:Danny your friends are terrifying.

Danny, walking out in a pink apron:Oh shit...ugh, Sam! Tucker! I told you dont do that!.

---

Vlad, being a creep to Danny: Oh little badger...truly looking forward to seeing you begging for your life once more

Jason, equidded with Fenton works guns: Anyway I started Blasting.

[tinyluvs]

imagine dating spencer and you come to visit or something and make him so distracted that he literally can’t info dump on something and the rest of the team is just shocked

yes yes, a hundred times yes 🤭 thank you so much!

catching a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror was the last thing you needed right now. you were covered in paint, your dungarees showing up every coloured streak and hand print against the light denim. you're sure there's paint in your hair but you don't have time to dwell on it, you're late

you'd got stressed, painting your boyfriends apartment on your own, lost track of time and then didn't have the time to change before running out of the apartment, just about managing to remember to grab yours and spencer's lunch on the way

"i'm so sorry i'm late," you sigh and frown as you rush through the bullpen to the collection of desks you're oh so familiar with, "please excuse the state of me,"

spencer turns at the sound of your voice, "hi sweetheart," he hums, looking up at you just as you dip to kiss him quickly before pushing the bag of food onto his lap

"hey," you smile softly at your boyfriend before turning to his colleagues, "hey guys, how are we all?" you ask, getting a mixed bunch of replies back

"how's painting?" derek laughs, looking at your appearance and the state of your clothes

you slide onto spencer's desk, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged, "standing six feet up a ladder trying to hold a tray of paint and a brush is hard, i've nearly fallen off twice," you huff,

spencer hands you the sandwich he knows is yours and then seemingly looks at you properly for the first time since you've been there, "hey," he says, almost breathlessly

"hello?" you question, head tilting slightly, "you've already said hi," you say, looking at emily and jj who just snicker and shrug their shoulders but spencer doesn't reply, "oh before i forget!"

your boyfriend watches you carefully as you produce a piece of paper from the tiny pocket on the front of your dungarees, flapping it around to unfold it, your other hand busy clutching your food

"the living room is next, i need to know how much paint to buy," you explain, handing the paper to him, "the cans are one litre or five litres, i can't figure it out"

truth be told you hadn't bothered to try and work it out, knowing spencer would be able to reel off the answer like it's nothing, naturally, he knew the exact measurements of every wall in his house

the boy stares up at you blankly, big brown eyes soft and sparkly. your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your eyebrows raising slightly, "spence?" you nudge him with your knee

he jumps ever so slightly, his head shaking a bit, "hmm?" he asks before only just registering you've handed him something, his eyes scan over it, "oh!" he blushes, turning his chair to face his desk

"what colour are you doing the living room?" jj asks while she stabs at her salad like it's offending her. you'd consulted the girls with all of the decorating developments.

"a light brown i think, we have so much to hang on the walls," you pause to swallow, "so something neutral," you finish with a slight nod

a door opening to your side grabs your attention, aaron coming out of his office with his lunch. he comes down into the bullpen, sitting on the edge of emily's desk, "the paint fighting back?" he asks you, slight smile creeping over his face

you roll your eyes at him, playfully, while the other laugh at your expense, "very funny but i don't see any of you offering to help"

penelope scoffs, "actually, i did" and she was right, however her idea of getting wine drunk and decorating had been quickly shut down by spencer, the only input he's actually offered up in the whole process

giggling, you turn back to your boyfriend who's been far too quiet, "boy wonder?" you say gently, pushing your fingers through his hair, "got an answer for me?"

usually he would have an answer within seconds, his minutes of silence making you frown, he turns to you with the same frown painted across his face, "i don't know," he says

people around you gasp, loudly too, "what do you mean, you don't know?" emily almost chokes on her lunch, sitting forward to gawp at the boy

"i do not know how much paint we need" he confirms

derek scrambles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "say it again, i need record of this moment" he pleads while garcia smacks him

"well there's a first," david says, wandering over after hearing spencer say i don't know for possibly the first time, ever

your boy stares at the paper in his hand and then up at you, confused, "i have to go and work it out, excuse me" he says, rushed, as he stands and takes off towards circle table room

after a moment of shocked silence you turn to the team who are all staring directly at you, "i'll go check on him, i wonder what's wrong?" you say to no one in particular as you hop off of the desk

"i think i know," jj sing songs and the others hum in agreement as you hop up the stairs and along the walkway into the room.

when you get into the room spencer is stood in front of the biggest whiteboard you've possibly ever seen, marker in hand though the board is still empty of his handwriting

"spence? angel?" you say quietly, staring at his back as he starts to write the measurements of the walls in his living room, "everything alright?"

he hums, not turning to look at you as he continues to work through the problem, "yeah, fine, just can't think properly when you're around," he admits, "not when you look like that," he turns slightly to look at you

"oh, do you want me to leave?" you're sad, its obvious in your voice. nervously you start fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt

your boyfriend gasps, "no, no, honey that's not what i meant!" he says, holding his arm out. you slide into the space, head resting on his shoulder, "you're so beautiful and i love you so much, so so much, my brain just switches off when you’re around"

"really?" you giggle, looking up at him. he hums and nods his head, a light blush rushes up his neck before taking over his cheeks, "i love you too,"

he's taller than you, forcing you onto your tip toes to kiss him, not caring when someone, emily, whoops from the bullpen. gentle hands squeeze at your waist, while you hold his face with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder

"three litres," spencer mumbles against your mouth, you pull away with a sight hum, forgetting what you'd asked of him, "you need three but it's cheaper to just buy five and have left over, now come back" he huffs, his arm wrapping tighter around you to pull you back in for another kiss

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily!! send prompts to my ask box!

❥ spencer reid masterlist !!

[pomefioredove]

housewardens + Jamil (separately) with a reader who is their s/o and reader is low-key their simp

like they won't worship the ground they walk on, but they just.. admire..??

like reader and the character will be hanging out, on a date, or in class or something and reader just sighs dreamily and looks at them with a look of like "im the luckiest person alive." because they love them so much

and if caught the reader won't be embarrassed and will just be like "you're so pretty." or "I'm so happy we're dating"

ik it's cringe lol but if I had one of these men as my boyfriend (cough Idia cough) I would literally just admire them so much because I love them so much and they're so freaking pretty

SWEEEEP I love fluff I love a healthy couple

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abject admiration

summary: close enough. welcome back gomez addams! type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, FLUFFY!, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, established relationship

Riddle used to hate being stared at. it felt like judgment, like he was being put on trial for something he didn't do. as if the world was just... waiting for him to make a mistake so it could punish him. the first time he catches you staring, long before you were together, he almost had your head for it. now, the feeling of your eyes on him has become a comfort, though your words of admiration, your praises and affection, still make him blush

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona couldn't even remember the last time his parents told him they loved him. so when he hears it from you, his first instinct is to push you away. he thinks it's justified; you must want something, I mean, who would be so nice to him for no reason?

well, you. you would

he'd never admit it, but these days, he goes out of his way to do nice things for you, to make himself look and smell good, just to get more of your praises

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

"you're so beautiful" and Azul crumbles. as cunning as he is, you could have him eating out of the palm of your hand if you really wanted to. he considers himself a fortunate soul, because all you ask for in return is his time and affection

your compliments are better than any deal, your voice more melodious than any song. the very thought that you think he is pretty... him, of all people... well, you could bring him to his knees with a word

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

fawning over Kalim is absolutely impossible. he's not competitive by nature, but what you give him, he gives back ten times over. one kiss turns into ten, two gifts into twenty, and, of course, one praise turns into an entire soliloquy. you're lucky to have him? he's luckier than the richest man in the world, the most powerful mage, he insists even the Sorcerer of the Sands himself would fall to his knees and weep if he were to see your beauty. you're his sun, his moon, and his stars, and he never lets you forget it

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jamil had never been in love, let alone in a relationship, before you. you're his first everything... and that means you're his first admirer, too. honestly, he's not really sure whether to believe you or not at first. "I'm so happy we're dating," surely, you're not talking about him...?

but you are. he can't even fathom why, but you are

...sometimes, it's better not to question everything

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil gets his fair share of compliments, and rightfully so. he's put in the work, he deserves the recognition. and, for Seven's sake, Rook is his vice housewarden- he can't escape compliments

but... somehow, they're so much different coming from you. maybe it's the way you say things, soft and gentle and full of admiration, maybe it's your voice, or maybe it's just because it's you. because he knows that when you say you're happy with him, you mean him, not the brand, not the image, not what he's expected to be. just... him. it's true love

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Idia.exe has stopped working

even after months of dating, you still manage to catch him off guard with your "cringe couple stuff", as he calls it. it's... very distracting. you'll be mid-game, staring at him, and when he asks if you hit your head on the way in, you'll say something like "just thinking about how pretty you are" and his brain will short circuit. it's too bad he can't patch that... he'd love to respond without melting into an Idia-shaped puddle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

being head over heels for Malleus is both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, he'll reciprocate that energy. on the other hand, he'll reciprocate that energy. even a simple "you look nice today" sends him over the moon with joy, and he will unapologetically cling to your side like the needy thing he is for the rest of the day, glaring at anyone who dares to take your attention off of him for more than twelve seconds. but, hey, you know what you like. you agreed to date him in the first place, after all

[applecidersstuff]

You know what makes Kaz a great boss? What makes him a better boss then both Pekka Rollins and Per Haskel?

He gets to know his crew and basically any people he’s working with. I know it’s basically an opposite of what he says about barrel gangs, but hear me out.

The main reason why Kaz was able to know that Big Bolliger was a traitor is because he knew that Bol was lazy. And knowing what he did in the "Crow club" it would be hard to know if he was lazy or just relaxed while on the job. Kaz knew that he was lazy - he took time to know the guy.

And also the thing that makes Kaz's plans good is that he keeps in mind all his crew's bad habits and vulnerabilities and plots around them. Its really easy to see that if you look at Jesper.

He keeps in mind that Jesper is late and that he can accidentally give up important info. We see that clearly in the beginning of the book. During the “set the wolf free” plan he made sure to tell Jesper the “wrong” time so that he would “be late” and free the animals at the right time. He knew Jesper would(or could) give up info by accident so he took precautions(saying this again: no one arranges an extra ship just to gather in front of it)

And we also have it in the end of CK.

I think both Inej and Jesper had been told the wrong time. Kaz knew that Dunyasha would be there, so he added some time for Inej to fight her. He talks with Jesper about kergud(I have no idea how to spell that, sorry) and also adds time for that fight. He might have actually putted the wyvil it Jespers pocket(as I do not remember Jes actually putting it there, or mb he just made sure it was there).

I mean, it would have been weird if there would be just the sound of one shot fired, but after the siren it would sound better.

When Kaz told Dregs that he won't be their father, he meant it, your father doesn't know you that well, but your sneaky annoying little sibling does.

[rxmye]

" 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 — For so long, he found art in his surroundings, nature was his muse . . who would've thought that he'd be able to find another muse, within you.

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / obsessive / unhealthy themes / I guess the reader is his 'hater' / perfectionist yandere / kind of egotistic yandere / he has a praise kink frfr / maybe a bit self centered . . / kind of unedited / also might appeal to ppl with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: I feel like Lore takes up a good chunk of this fic, but enjoy . . also might be one of my longest fics . .

He was a calming presence, and a thoughtful friend to all he called his own. Elegance took a human form, in Xavier Wilson—A beautiful work of art indeed . . Born presenting a talent that could rival many others in the industry.

From a young age, Xavier presented himself as a man of the arts, often drawing out vivid tapestries of his dreams or memories. He would often lose himself in the pages of his notebook, scribbling away with intricate drawings and stories, his mind was his own magnum opus.

However—people was never his strong suit. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, surely if he was as magnificent as those around him expressed, he'd most certainly be able to recreate the portraits of those around him?—But no, none of his portraits could compare to his various other works.

As he got a bit older, his mother decided to enroll him in classes that could help expand his talents, which ranged from various music lessons, theater (didn't end well), art history—etc . . .

Xavier let out a breathy sigh, staring at the keys of the grand piano absentmindedly—his gloved fingers gently glide over the keys, tired would be the best way to describe him as of right now—his professor had left an hour ago, yet Xavier couldn't find it in himself to move.

Truth be told, Xavier wasn't a fan of music, he preferred quiet solitude—and though he had long since gotten used to the sound of the piano, violin, and any of the other ridiculous instruments his mother was so keen on getting him to play—he still preferred the silence over all.

Over the course of time, Xavier disinterest towards music dimmed—Alongside his distaste towards instruments . . He figured the reason he disliked it so much was due to his inability to play as perfectly as his professor . . Xavier was a perfectionist, and anything he couldn't perfect was simply 'wrong' in his eyes, and as he reached his teen years, he accepted that fact wholeheartedly.

Xavier stood still, as his mother fixed his tie for him—he could do it himself but he let her enjoy this moment, she always disliked watching her son 'grow up so fast'—"are you nervous?", she asked softly, gently holding his hands, smiling so brightly.

'Am I nervous?—' he thought, clearly not. He felt calm, neutral even. It was his first big show, yet internally he knew that things would end well for him, he could feel it. He's always been lucky, in fact his father's nickname for him as a child was quite literally 'Puer aureus' which translated to 'the golden boy' from Latin.

He clicked his tongue, a common habit of his—especially when he wasn't being exactly truthful—he paused for a moment as if to think, then he smiled at his mother, "Just a bit, but I'll be fine" he spoke calmly, gently squeezing her hand to reassure her. "Don't worry, I've prepared well for this . . Haven't I?"

Praise, he adored praise, and that day he received quite a lot of it—not just from his parents, or acquaintances . . .—but crowds of people. Honestly, it stroked his ego, quite a bit . .

By seventeen years of age, Xavier's talent was known worldwide, his rise to fame quite massive and fast . . He had to attend class, while also hosting live performances and art galleries. (such a struggle, really . . .)

University admissions were coming around, and most of his friends had chosen what schools they plan on applying to—what path they plan on going into—what school they hope to go to the most, the conversation was an eye opener and yet it all felt so bitter.

Xavier tapped his pen on the table, zoning out from the conversation his friends were having . . only to zone back in when Neva spoke, "—so Xavier, have you decided where you'll be applying too . . ? I'm sure you'll get in."

He clicked his tongue in response, closing his eyes absentmindedly as he spoke, "To be honest, not really . . probably something arts related?", Xavier was about to speak up again but stopped himself, starring down at the table, a sigh escaping his lips.

"That seems like a waste of money", he looked up, starring at Oliver with questioning eyes, and Oliver quickly explained himself, "Art school is great and all—But it won't really make much of a difference for you, in fact the rules could restrict your talent . . It could be better for you to just try something new? You're good in school a degree outside of your comfort zone may be something good for you!"

He hated that his friend was right, he hated being wrong. He prided himself for always knowing what was best for himself and his abilities, and in a spur of pettiness he found himself taking art anyway, trying to prove his friend wrong . . even though he was well aware his intentions were pure in all ways.

Xavier had done well in his courses so far, and with his fame, he was breezing through classes—and yet, when the topics of portraits came up . . he found all that floating out the window.

None of the models they had for class, felt right—none of the art he did, felt authentic . . felt like himself, when it came to art, Xavier took everyone to paradise, his art felt like peace . . his art was calm . . his music was soft, lulling almost . .

Yet now, as he stared at his canvas, covered in mixed harsh colours, a vibrant mess of paint, his brushes wrecked, paint dripping from the easel . . It felt like anything but calm.

And that's when he dropped out, a question to his perfection would wreck the fragile image of himself he had created in his mind, a man so perfect and lucky in his own right a humbling experience like that was to never see the light of day.

Xavier found himself turning to something different, just like Oliver suggested, his alternatives were selective, yet he kept many paths open, Photography, fashion, and business were his top picks and things he found himself surprisingly enjoying . . Surely if he could paint and create melodies of such wonders, then he can stitch some fabric together, solve a few equations, and take a few photo's here and there just fine . . right?

A few years had past, and Xavier was now running his very own Luxury fashion line, he still hosted art galleries here and there, and composed music on the side, but his business took up most of his time.

But on his free days he'd turn to photography, taking pictures of things he sought comfort in . . and people, he'd often take pictures of unsuspecting people, pretty ones . . people not so pretty as well, just to try and recreate the life they had on a canvas . . yet somehow always failing to do so.

The moment Xavier found himself close, he'd reach a dead end . . and that destroyed him, internally.

Over the years, he accepted the small flaws in his behavior, and tried his best to reform them, presenting himself as the perfect public figure. He did go to therapy in the past, but when things started rising up, he quit entirely.

Xavier laid back on his office chair, and scrolled through his recent posts comment section, and as expected almost all of it was praise . . some of envy, but that only fueled his ego more . . Until he found a comment that set him off, "His art is so melancholy, it feels a bit sad . . His previous works were brighter, like more happy but now it kind of feels sad . . Like the life in his work isn't there anymore."

Xavier stared at the comment dumbfounded, never had he received that kind of feedback . . portraits he drew were indeed lifeless, but his other art was always regarded as lively, and that was what he always strived for . . Curious, and in a fit of rage . . he clicked on the commenters profile, and saw you.

You, you . . You were what he was looking for, his muse. So, full of life . . He scrolled through your page, and couldn't help but feel the urge to draw you, and paint you . . and paint you he did. . Because soon his entire studio was filled with pieces inspired by you . . so full of 'life' . . .

Yet at some point, he had reached the end of your posts, and it just wasn't enough . . he needed you . . He wanted your feedback, he craved your praise . . like no other, he wanted input . . he wanted to know if his work was truly still lifeless . . he wanted you.

After all, a artist isn't complete without his muse.

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Yandere Batfam x reader who cant feel pain

HEhehehe i just remembered a disease and I just had to write about a reader with it x yandere batfam.

Have you guys heard of CIPA? Its "Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis" which is basically a genetic condition when a patient cant feel pain to any noxious stimulus and can also not sweat, and yall are probably like "but SNoWWW, that doesnt like a diSEase. More like a superpower!!!" um no. You need to be able to feel pain or else you wont know what part of your body has been injured and get help before its too late. You could have thumbtack plunged in your foot and u wouldnt know unless it got infected and u probably saw ur foot changing color.

And now yall are like "but SNoWw, the anhidrosis part, where u cant sweat, sounds nice! who would to look like a sweaty pig in this age????" NO! Sweating is a necessary physiologic phenomenon because it lets your body cool down as it releases heat. If you dont sweat, you'd overheat and DIE!

Okay now that we've covered the basic info, lets get into it:

So, Batfam finds out about reader when she's just running into danger with little to no care for self preservation, and they dismiss it as you being just another dumb teen wanting to be hero and "change the world". Time passes by and Bruce is impressed by your passion and decides to take you under his wing.

It isnt until months later that Bruce discovers something odd about your behaviour. You were standing in the kitchen with the rest of the batkids, laughing and having a good time when he saw Dick had pulled out a hot pan of cookies from the oven and placed it on the aisle. The pan slipped, and without thinking, you had grabbed the hot pan with your bare hands very calmly and placed it back on the aisle, without so much as a hiss of pain or even a sweat.

And now that he thinks about it, Bruce has never seen you sweat. Not during training, not during summer, not even when after you ran laps around the mansion.

With a quick search on the Internet, he finds out about the disease and of course its Dick who he confides in first about his suspicions. Soon, the rest of the batfam has heard the rumours and now they're all watching you keenly to see if its true.

But Jason is the one who tests out the theory quickly by spilling some hot tea on your hand when you were busy talking to Tim about the importance of sleep. The room goes dead silent as they watch your hand turn red, yet you fail to react. It took you a few seconds to realise that they're all looking at you, and when you follow their gaze, it takes you a few seconds to react.

Or fake a reaction.

You shriek, pulling your reddening hand as you run to the sink and run it under cold water, your mind trying to come up with an excuse. But you know its too late when Bruce's hand comes to clasp your shoulder, pulling you away from the sink as his eyes examine your injured hand and... you.

"Bruce I-"

"I know, Y/n." He gives you assuring nod, carefully bandaging your hand as you sat in his office. "You have CIPA, hm?"

You looked down. Why bother lying? He's Batman, he'll find out anyways.

Bruce lifted your head and smiled gently at you. "Its okay. I'm not disappointed in you. I just... you could've told me." You shook your head. "If I did, you would've treated me differently... like a freak."

He sighed. "You are different, but I would've never treated you like a freak. You're not a freak. If anything, between us, I'm more of a freak than you." He was talking about being a hero, but you giggled at the thought of him referring to being a rich dude who cosplays in spandex.

Bruce cupped your cheek and smiled. "I promise, no one will treat you like a freak. But we will have to take some precautions for your safety."

-

He lied. You've never felt more like a freak than you do now.

Every single day would start off with Dick waking you up and sticking a thermometer in your mouth because he needs to make sure that you're not overheating, even though Bruce has set a thermostat in your room that he controls and he's programmed it to turn your room temperature change by the hour.

Then Dick would start checking you all over for any bruises or injuries, even a scratch, that you may have caused yourself in your sleep. Originally, Damian was the one who had a whole checklist as he examined your body, but that all ended the moment you smacked him when he asked you to lift your shirt. Dick would just have you go and check yourself in the bathroom and trust you when you said you're all good. Also, you're much nicer to Dick than you are to the rest of the brothers (its his puppy dog eyes and that sweet voice that compels you to do as he asks. He's just too nice.)

Dick would then lead you to down for breakfast with the family, where Alfred already has your glucometer out because of course, they must check your blood sugar level every day, lest they find out you're diabetic or something. Only then would you be served your meal, which is a highly nutritous, perfeclty seasoned, balanced dish because they want to make sure you dont have any vitamin deficiencies (because how would they know???? you dont feel pain). But you cant eat just yet. No no, whichever brother is closer, most often Jason, will first taste your food to make sure its not too hot to consume (because you dont realise you've burned the roof of your mouth that one time when Tim ate a slice of pizza that was fresh out of the oven and huppahhuffpuhh the morsel out). Jason would then give you the go to eat and you finally do. You make sure to finish the whole plate (because otherwise Bruce will make note of it and then interrogate you "medically" why you didnt feel like eating all of it?)

After breakfast, while the rest of the batkids get to go to school and work, you dont (because Bruce thinks that your immune system could be weak and he cant risk you catching any diseases from the outside.) No, you get a special trip to the infirmary where Bruce and Alfred do a more thorough medical check up, taking your vitals, JOTTING IT DOWN, while Alfred hooks you up to an IV drip of vitamins. And even though they go to such extents to ensure that you're healthy, they still take you to a skilled doctor once a week for regular check ups. Bruce wanted to keep the doctor in the house to do daily check ups, but you talked him out of it that you dont want to feel like a lab rat who has her blood taken every day. Once a week is fine, Bruce.

Once the medical check up is done, Bruce would then take you with him, either to Wayne enterprises where you sit in his office as he imparts you "business education that no school can teach you." which you believe because... well he has managed to triple the Wayne wealth even after his parents death. If he's working from home, then he'll let you accompany him in his home office where you can either read a book he chose for you (because Bruce prefers to homseschool you himself) or do a puzzle/case he created specifically for you. If he's working in the batcave, then he'll let you tag along but you can only work here by brainstorming or doing some computer research, but in no way are you allowed to ever go on field and fight. No, not since your last incident.

Just 2 months ago, you were patrolling with Jason (because Bruce refused to let you go alone now. He just wont risk it) and you encountered some bad guys who were a little more well equipped than you two had expected. A fight broke out, and in the process you got hurt badly. Of course, you didnt realise it because you didnt feel any of the punches or the bone fracturing. Jason could only look at you in dread as you smashed your head against the villain's head until the guy passed out, all while your nose bled, you were covered in bruises from top to bottom, AND you had a bone sticking out of your arm.

"Jay? I think I'm hurt?" You asked as blood coated your teeth.

After that, Bruce forbid you from going out on the field altogether because you just dont know when to stop. If it werent for bones sticking out or blood dripping down your face, you wouldnt know that you've been injured.

Anyways, at lunch, almost everyone has returned from work/school and you get yet another balanced meal (temperature tested by another brother). You're now scheduled for some exercises, usually conducted by Damian (under Dick's supervision because otherwise, you'd just be smacking that devil's spawn.) You guys use the gym in the basement, where Damian makes you run on the treadmill for some time, during which he does not take his eyes off you once because he needs to know when he should stop you, especially since you dont sweat or are even huff. If he didnt keep time, you could probably run for a long time and not realise that your legs or lungs are begging you to stop and take a break. As you hop off the machine, he's immediately taking your temperature. He does it after every exercise he makes you do.

After that is done, you spend time with Tim who likes to have you try on little gadgets that should "help you feel pain", but so far, he hasnt had any luck (but he doesn seem to be doing good in disguising trackers in your daily wear things). Oh and Damian loves to join in because he gets to sneak up on you and prick you with needles to help Tim see if your sensory pathways work. They dont, but you dont need your pain receptors to detect Damian coming up behind you as you smack him when he tries to prick you.

Then dinner is served, and then you're ushered straight to bed where Dick, or more often- Bruce has you do a self check like the one Dick does in the morning, but Bruce also makes sure to check your eyes to see if you "accidentally scratched your cornea" or whatever, tucks you in, tells you that he's so proud of you for how youre handling this and that you can come to him anytime, for anything. He kisses your forehead, wishes you goodnight, and leaves.

Half an hour later, Jason sneaks into your room with the goodies- junk food and video games. You two have the strongest bond because Jason is the one who treats you the most normal, and Jason does it partly to piss off Bruce but partly because he cares about your mental health. He knows it cant be good for you to be cooped up in the mansion under supervision like a bird in a gilded cage.

So sometimes, he sneaks you out of the mansion and takes you out on late night rides on his bike. You can even watch him fight villains, but you're sat far away and can never interferre.

Unfortunately for you two, this sneaking out will have to end because Bruce had recently decided to set up some cameras in your room because he wanted to make sure you slept well without any abnormal breathing patterns. Bruce hopes he doesnt have to use restraints on you, because he's not blind. He knows you're uncomfortable with this intricate routine and knowing your impulsive self, you'd probably break your own bones to get out of these restraints. And then he'll be forced to use sedatives and he really doesnt wanna rely on drugs... he likes your company when you're not droopy.

And as Bruce had anticipated, you broke down. You finally tried to leave, and he could see the color draining your face as you realised that there is no leaving.

"Why isnt the door opening?" You asked Bruce, as his four sons slowly surrounded you.

"You dont have to run away, Y/n-" He tried to calm you down but you flinched away, eyes wide as you looked at him like he was going to harm you.

"Bruce, why isnt the fucking door opening?" Your voice trembled, shooting him teary glare before focusing your eyes back on the boys who were closing in on you.

"You're meant to stay here, inside, where its safe." He answered, heart aching at the alarmed stance you took, your fight-or-flight was going to kick in. He took another step towards you, hands raised in surrender. "We can keep you safe-" thats all it took for you to bolt as the boys began chasing you. Realistically, you knew you couldnt escape them but something about their intensely concerned calls for your name had you jumping out of the window.

Glass shattered and sharp shards embedded themselves in your skin and feet, but you didnt react to them. No, your brain wasnt screaming in pain, it was screaming for you to get out!

Adrenaline pumped you to run into the dark woods surrounding the mansion, but you were soon knocked to the ground by Dick, who cushioned your fall by placing you on top of him as his hands wrapped around your form like a cage. "Y/n, calm down and listen-"

You began thrashing in his arms, screaming in agony. "Let ME GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME-!" Dick's arms loosened instinctively and you took that as a chance to elbow him in the throat and run, thanking some deity for letting Dick forget that you cant feel pain.

But your relief is short lived as Damian catches you and pushes you to the ground harshly. "Damian! Be careful! She could break a bone-"

"Bones can heal, Drake." Damian barked back, pulling you up before he pushed you against tree. "Let me go, you maniac-" Damian's hand clamped around your throat, making you shut up. "You're the one who's a maniac. Look at you! You've fucking hurt yourself because if your astounding stupidity!"

You whimpered, clawing at his hand wrapped around your throat. "Dami- p-please let go- you're hurting me!" You cried out, but your eyes went wide as he squeezed your throat and bared his teeth at you. "Not falling for it, dumbass." So... fooling Damian wasnt as easy a feat as it was fooling Dick.

You stopped the act and looked at him dead serious. "Let me go, Damian, or-"

"Or what?"

Or what? Or what? Did he think you were out of options? Out of escape plans?

You dont know why, but that triggered something inside you.

Damian and Tim could only watch as you suddenly slammed the back of your head against the tree. "Y/n-" He gasped in horror as you leaned your head forward before slamming it back against the hard rough surface. This time, Damian's hand that was wrapped around your neck felt your blood around his fingers.

"Its my life and I get to decide how I should live it." You sneered before raising your head again to bash it, but Damian's hand quickly slipped from your neck to the back of your head, cushioning it when you smacked it back, the skin on the back of his hand breaking as it made contact with the bark.

You pushed him away and tried to make a run for it, but Tim grabbed your wrist. You tried to pull away, but he had a death grip on it. "Y/n, stop! You need to listen-"

"Oh is that so? I think I need this." You used your other hand to punch yourself in the face (because Tim would've dodged it if you punched him), making your nose bleed. But you didnt feel any pain, and now you were acting like a super soldier zombie that has no concept of self preservation who is going through fucked up lengths to prove her point.

Your eyes caught the sight of a glass shard poking out of your thigh. "Wanna see something cool?" You pulled out the shard, not paying mind to the blood oozing out. "Y/n, stop-" Tim begged, and you saw Damian froze in the back as you raised the shard.

They didnt know what your next target was- slashing your wrists, slitting your throat, or stabbing your stomach, but fortunately, they didnt have to find out as Jason came up behind you and injected you with a tranquilliser.

Sadly, you never felt the prick or sensed the hero sneaking up behind you.

thoughts? also, what other diseases would u guys like me to write for. i just adore these cool medical abnormalities lol

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Why does she give a damn about me? | Spencer Reid x Reader

cutesy, cheesy fluff

In wich Spencer thinks reader is out of his league but she could not be more into him.

Content: Garcia is a queen as always, sunshine!reader

Warnings: Maybe some light lack of self steem from spence, but nothing crazy!!

He was used to it at this point. Being the weird kid in high school and college, Spencer never really expected anyone to be into him and, after being rejected a couple of times, he had practically closed himself off in that sense. But then, you came into the picture.

You are one of those girls that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, not only because of your beauty but because of your essence. You were genuinely kind, smart and good with people in a way he wished he was, maybe that’s why he was so drawn to you, you had all the qualities he wished he had and being close to you made him feel complete.

Needless to say that he was in love with you, it had started as an admiration and when he realized he was thinking about you all the time, but he was sure you would never be into guys like him, he was sure you’d never see him as more than friends.

–

You had joined the team a few years ago, you were excited to finally be doing what you really wanted when you joined the BAU, going out in the field and being on cases instead of just working a desk job all the time. When you first met the team, everyone seemed very welcoming but you felt yourself especially drawn to Spencer out of all people, at first he seemed distant but with time you noticed how sweet he was and how much he cared for everyone around him and god that man was so funny, you loved his weird science jokes and his magic tricks. How were you supposed to not fall in love with him? You asked yourself that question every time he brought you coffee in the morning or went on his rambles about some random thing.

After a particularly intense inquiry from a very drunk Garcia in one of the girls' nights she organized at her home, you told her your feelings for Reid and she made you swear you would act on it.

“Garcia, I'm not confessing. He's not into me like that, i’ll just ruin our friendship”

“Oh honey, he practically kisses the floor you walk in, he follows you around the office like a lost puppy and practically kills any officer that dares to be the tiniest bit mean to you. There’s no way he’s not into you, at least try pretty please” She says, doing puppy eyes at you. Garcia took her job as a cupid very seriously and was not going to let this be her first fail.

“Alright, i’ll try but if he ends up hating me you’ll have to bake me cookies everyday until i die” You say rolling your eyes and finishing your glass of wine.

“Ohhh i’ll be cooking cookies for you guys wedding!”

–

So, here you are holding his favorite order from the local coffee shop and gathering the courage to press the button to the elevator

“Hey are you fine?” A familiar voice calls you, when you turn around its spencer.. Great, guess you’ll have to do this right now

“Oh hi yeah, I was just um… meditating”

“Did you know meditanting has been proven to increase your memory and is also great for reducing anxiety. I really should start doing it, what method do you use?” Spencer says while pressing the button to the elevator

“Ummm breath in, breath out i think” You say, unsure how to respond

“That's actually one of the best ways as it oxygenates your brain and helps it work better, it can also help you feel more calm since deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system that sends a signal to your brain to tell the anxious part that you're safe and don't need to use the fight, flight response” He says, doing the little smile and head nod thing he always does after info dumping.

You smile back at him, as you both enter the elevator and press the button to the BAU floor.

“I brought you something” You say, handing him the coffee shop bag

He opens it and smiles at you “I can’t believe you remembered my favorites, thank you so much” You love that smile so much, all you can think about is how perfect he is and how there’s no way you can continue on without dating this man.

“Actually, I need to tell you something spence… I was thinking, maybe we could go out together as like, a date or something” You say, already blushing from the embarrassment you felt and how scared you were that he did not reciprocate the feelings.

“Really? Of course i want, to be honest i’ve wanted to ask you to be honest but i thought you’d never see me like that”

“Are you kidding me spencer? I’ve had a crush on you since we first meet”

The elevator gets to the office, and you both walk in blushing and joking about how you two were so blind to each other's feelings. As you get in, garcia passes by you two stopping to stare

“There’s something happening here…” She says, pointing between you two and pressing her eyes together as if she’s profiling you two

“I asked him out”

“Oh my god finally, you see? I’m always right, I don’t even need to ask what he said, look at Reid, he’s glowing, ohh i’m so happy” She says, walking out to probably tell the news to everyone on the team.

[yesimwriting]

A Matter of Timing

Midway part 2!! read part one here: Midway

Summary: Despite the hardships of your marriage to Aegon, the two of you reach a new understanding during the aftermath of his accident.

Warnings/info: forced marriage turned to awkward, subtle pining masquerading as friendship, descriptions of (chronic) pain, aegon's recovery being sped up slightly through a small time skip for the sake of plot, slight aemond slander, canon compliant incest (reader is rhaenyra's daughter)

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The light spilling in through the window is a beacon, the warmth of it offering the king's apartments something beyond the somber sterility that followed his father throughout his final years.

At times, if Aegon allows his mind to dwell on the similarities between his situation and Viserys's the ache of his body morphs into something else, an all consuming beast that nearly makes him wish Sunfyre's wing had never cradled his broken body. It'd be a simple thing to spend the rest of his days being constantly mended within the safe confines of this room.

Someone else would rule in his place--like his mother and grandsire had done for his father--likely the same man, the same brother that betrayed him, and Aegon's role as a vestigial only ever visited out of obligation would be cemented into reality.

"I'm sure you're tired of novels..." The voice is not much different than the sun's light, a thing of warmth. His father did not have anything similar to you. "But I do not have much to speak of."

Aegon believes it. His authority was one of the few things holding you to your position. Now, with him here, he imagines your existence within the Red Keep has only grown more precarious. His mother had been petitioning to separate you from the monarchy since before the incident. He can't imagine anyone of significance telling you anything.

"Your small council meets often, which seems to be occupying a great deal of your mother's time." Your summary is blank, straightforward as you search your thoughts for information he might be interested in. "Aemond's recently been named regent, though I'm sure someone must have told you that already."

Aemond. The confirmation of his suspicions jabs at him, the assuring nature of your voice briefly losing its hold on him. He begs his body, his mind to cry out...All he can manage is a rasp that's almost a name and twitch of his fingers.

The seat you've pulled next to his bed side creaks as you shift. You've always been encouraging of his movements, invested in each sign of the life still clinging to him in a way that implies a devotion someone like you could never feel for him. "Aegon?" He tries again, another ragged distortion of his brother's name. "Are you--Do you want him?"

No. You are the only one that seems to be on his side entirely. You may detest his family, you may desire your mother's rule, but his recovery matters to you. Even with your care, he has no way to express what he needs to.

He squints his eyes open, a task that takes more from him than he'd ever admit. His sight is weak, the side of his face that took the worst of Vhagar's flames agitated by the effort. You're close enough for him to make out your features, your expression. With your eyebrows pinched together like that, you look a little younger, like the girl that used to pretend to understand the crude jokes made by her brothers and uncles.

You shift closer, your hand finding a place on his bed. With trembling fingers, Aegon manages to place his hand over yours. Your gaze dips downwards, briefly landing on where your fingers meet before finding his features again. You study him with a focus that'd be unnerving coming from anyone else.

Your lips part before you're ready to speak. "You don't want Aemond here." It's not a question.

Your understanding reaches something deep inside of him. The relief offers him the strength needed to tilt his chin downwards, an approximation of a nod. You let out a breath, a question clearly waiting on the tip of your tongue.

The sound of assured footsteps stops you from asking it. You press your lips together, attention shifting towards the room's entrance. The door groans as it's pulled open, the footsteps continue, clearer now. Aegon's eyes flit towards the doorway in time to see his brother.

Instead of looking at the results of his betrayal, Aemond's eye settles on something just past Aegon. You. "Your grace."

Dread coils itself inside Aegon's stomach. His fingers bend as much as he can will them to, his hold on you attempting to convey anything that might get you to stay away from Aemond.

Overnight, Aemond has been consumed by a monster that's fed off his loyalty, leaving nothing in its wake but a shell of who his brother used to be. That beast has no place near you.

Your eyes don't leave Aemond, but your fingers do press into his, a subtle confirmation of something. "My lord."

Aemond steps forward, his hands politely held behind his back. "How is my brother?" Another step towards his bed, towards you. Aegon's body aches with the desire to move, to place an even greater wedge between you and Aemond. "You are by his side more than ever these days."

Your lips press together, a tight lipped smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "It seems someone should be." The lack of subtlety in your comment seems to hit you a moment too late. In an attempt to remedy your mistake, you tack on something polite, "With you all understandably concentrating on the war efforts and ruling over your people. You more than most, prince regent."

Your shift to docility paired with the reminder of Aemond's new position seems to work. The corner of Aemond's mouth pulls itself upwards, a predator's smile. "So you've heard."

"Your mother told me this morning," you pause, "She often comes by during the mornings when Aegon's bandages are replaced to oversee his recovery." Aemond moves even closer, his knees practically against the side of Aegon's mattress. "It feels odd to congratulate you considering the circumstances, but I am sure it is still a great honor to serve your realm."

Aemond's single eye focuses on your expression. Aegon feels the inflation of his lungs stall. "Thank you, my queen." His brother's gaze does not leave you. "You seem to have taken to your own service." Aegon's stare does not leave you. "Mornings, evenings, sometimes through supper...you stay by your husband's side." He lets out a low breath. "Though noble, I do worry that you are not making enough time for your own rest."

The concern in Aemond's voice ignites something in Aegon's blood. It is not enough to disfigure him and steal his throne, now Aemond needs his wife as well. This is another aspect of Aemond's greed that Aegon should have long ago suspected.

Despite your questionable parentage and the circumstances surrounding your union, your beauty has never been deniable. Of course Aemond had seen it as well. Your way of being is another factor that made being forced into this marriage tolerable, even when you hated him most, your arguments and protests had never been cruel, they had only been vexing in the most intriguing way possible. Aegon should have known that, too, would not go unnoticed by his brother.

Aegon's fingers tighten around yours. "Though appreciated, your concern is unnecessary." Your voice is even, words measured. "I often rest in my own apartments, as they are connected to my husband's, which means that I do not have to worry about him needing something and no one being around to hear him."

"Your loyalties to the king are admirable." Aemond moves even closer to Aegon's bed, his knees pressing into the bed's side. "And they have been noticed. We are both aware of the skepticism some hold towards you because of your mother, but no one can deny that you are a good queen. You are poised, intelligent, and beloved by the small folk."

Aemond extends an arm over Aegon's form, his fingers gently brushing against the edge of your hairline, pushing a stray strand of hair back into place. "And I plan to look after you in the ways your husband cannot, as my brother would have wanted."

If Aegon were capable of full movement, he'd take his brother's remaining eye. As if sensing his unease, or perhaps even feeling some of your own, your hand squeezes his. "That is very kind of you, my lord. Thank you."

He nods, straightening fully. "Of course. I must now leave you both, the small council is waiting for me. I was only given a moment to check on the king's health."

"Yes, attend to the king's small council, your brother is well looked after."

Aemond presses his lips together, his expression uncertain. "I am sure."

With that, Aemond turns around. His footsteps are even, unhurried as he moves towards the room's entrance. You're quiet as he leaves, attention focused on the doorway.

After a long moment, once you are certain that Aemond is no longer within the confines of Aegon's apartments, you scoff. "I wouldn't want him involved in my recovery, either."

Your thumb drags against his knuckles, the contact so soft it borders on overwhelming. "But you--the two of you were close, weren't you?" Your eyebrows pinch together curiously. "At least, relatively so. You defended him after..." You blink, eyes glossier than they were a moment ago. "After Luke."

Aegon should have known then that Aemond was never meant to be an integral part of his reign. That type of instability, that connection to rage...loyal as a hound. The only thing his brother feels a sense of duty towards is his own ambition.

If he had punished his brother for Lucerys's death, exiled him, he wouldn't be here. You'd also--it would have been an opportunity to demonstrate his commitment to his wife.

"I--" His throat burns around the syllable. You blink, the grief melting away from you as you focus on his words. "Things are different now." The energy it takes to form the words is not worth the cost. He cannot even decide what to focus on. You--comforting you, or attempting to explain Aemond's betrayal.

You squeeze his hand. "Even when it hurt, a part of me always understood why you sided so adamantly with Aemond. That is not to say that I was not angry..." He remembers your rage, the threats you had made again and again before breaking down. Aegon said nothing as you cried, but he did smooth circles against your back until you fell asleep. "I would have done anything for my brother."

You let out a low breath, the grief behind your eyes melting into something more present. "You are speaking more more these days." There's a warmth to the phrasing that soaks into his skin. "It is...assuring." Your fingers press into his. "If you do not mind me asking, why do you not wish to see Aemond?"

Aegon watches you openly, taking in your features and the softness behind your eyes. After everything that happened between the two of you, the circumstances of your marriage, you found it in you to tend to him as he struggled to not lose his hold on life. How could he repay your kindness by telling you the truth?

You're quicker to action when it comes to defending others, he had seen it in the way you spoke of Lucerys. As of now, Aemond seems to like you, or at the very least, want you. And though the thought makes his skin crawl, that is a much safer position for you than knowing what Aemond is. At the very least, until Aegon recovers enough to be in a position to defend you.

"He saw me go after Meleys after--he told me not to." The lie leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He squeezes your hand, reminding himself what he's doing this for. "And--and he is ruling now, he should--he should remain focused."

You watch him for a moment, eyebrows pinched together uncertainly. He lets out a breath, slowly moving his arm. Aegon ignores his pain as he lifts your hand to his lips. What the gesture takes from him is returned by your smile.

----

Evenings are usually his respite, the time between the late afternoon and true nightfall.

These fleeting hours provide him something much needed. A way of pretending that he is no patient, no burden. With no one around to hover and spare him pitiful glances, Aegon can almost imagine that his life has gone unchanged.

Especially during the evenings in which you join him. The solitude softens you, allowing you to speak freely and sometimes even jest about some of the happenings of his court. You’re rarely able to update him on any significant political changes, but he finds the gossip you can offer him distracting enough—or, at the very least, your delivery of the rumors is.

Tonight, however, there have been no stories recounting a supposed affair between Ser Criston Cole and some unknown woman or of the changes in the small folk’s attitudes. There has only been silence and the flickering of candlelight.

He glances towards the seat to left of his bed, one of your books abandoned in your place. The cane one of the maesters had encouraged him to begin practicing with is propped up against the wall behind the chair. Perhaps you are starting to realize that what drew you to Aegon was not some newfound appreciation of your connection, but your goodness, your desire to repair him the way you would a wounded animal.

Though still healing, Aegon has made it a few paces away from death's doorstep. He's been instructed to practice moving as much as he can bear to, to get used to strain of his limbs and the protests of his body. However, Aemond and the small council have made a point of suggesting Aegon does all he can to keep his recovery process away from prying eyes for the sake of morale.

The soft sound of footsteps echoes from beyond one of the walls that keep him from the outside world.

"I appreciate you taking the time to escort me to my husband's apartments, my lord."

Aegon's fingers dig into his sheets, his body incapable of giving him the force needed to exhaust any real frustration. That's another thing that seems to have changed in these last few days. With the crown on his head, Aemond has pivoted towards a new goal--you.

"These are uneasy times, my queen, I am glad to be assured of your safety."

His queen. Aemond has done all he can to protect your position within the Red Keep. He continues to promote you, partly out of a way of placating the small folk that support you and mainly as some kind of ploy to draw you in.

"Thank you, again," you say, "I won't keep you any longer, your time is valuable."

Without another word from his brother, the door to his apartments creeks open. Less than a minute later, the final door dividing the two of you is pushed open slowly. The hinges still creek, but you're still more careful than you need to be as you continue forward.

You turn to face him before the door can fall shut. "You're sitting." The words are said with such warmth, Aegon's frustrations are nearly banished from his mind.

"You've seen me sit."

His flatness does not quell your joy. "I know, but you're not with the maester...and it--it's later than you'd usually sit." You continue forward, stopping at the foot of his bed. You allow yourself to watch him openly. "And your skin is losing its yellow undertones." You place a hand on the foot of his bed, eyes shifting away from him. "Watching you recover...it has brought me a great deal of peace."

There's a hint of vulnerability in the way you stare at his bedding. Aegon lets out a breath. You are not the conniving type, and you have no way of knowing what Aemond really is. "Well, you deserve a great deal of credit." The words are enough to get you to begin walking again. "I do not know where I'd be without you."

You smile, stalling at the other side of his bed. "I am wonderful, I know." You place your hand against the bedding, but not yet pulling them back. "In reality, I wish there was something I could to ease your pain. You are the one that is still recovering from Meleys's flames."

He turns his head enough to look at you. "You deserve a great deal of credit for that as well."

You smile again, this time the look a much more genuine thing. "Can I stay in here tonight?"

The question is one of the few formalities that you still cling onto. You sleep in his bed more often than your own these days. "I'd never ask you to leave my bed."

You roll your eyes as you push back his sheets. You push off your shoes before crawling into his bed. He enjoys your proximity more than he'd ever be able to tell you.

You settle close enough for him to be able to feel the warmth radiating off of your skin. "I missed you tonight."

"Then perhaps you should have taken your supper with me."

You let out a low breath. "I wanted to, but Aemond asked me about how often I have supper here, and I couldn't think of what to say."

Aegon cannot help his scoff. "And when Aemond calls..."

You turn to face him, your body shifting even closer. "He is acting as the king, he is your regent--"

"My regent, my throne, my wife." The embittered words come out before he can stop them.

"What?" You're staring at him with wide, bewildered eyes. "You cannot possibly think that I, of all people, have been disloyal to you."

Regret immediately jabs at his chest. His anger, his fear, none of it has anything to do with you. "No, I did not mean it in that way."

"I am here when you go to bed, I am here when you rise, I am here more than I am anywhere else. In what moment would I have had time to be unfaithful?" You push your weight onto your knees, hurt pooling in your eyes. "Perhaps while eating with your family, or--or sitting with the ladies of a court that loathes me?"

The yellow glow of the candlelight highlights the shininess of your eyes. "I tolerate my brother's murderer because we are married, because I am left no other option. Do not ever accuse me of betraying you or Luke like that ever again."

The words are sharp, tears brimming in your eyes as you force them out. Guilt ensnares some vital force in his chest, the pain of his body amplified by reget.

He whispers your name, the sound raspy and pathetic. "It is not you, it is the fucking traitor that is determined to take everything of value from my life."

You blink, the self righteous anger and offense briefly leaving you. "Traitor?" The mistake leaves his face warm. "What--" Your eyes flit towards the door. "Aegon, I am going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me. If these last weeks have meant anything to you, I want you to be honest with me."

He swallows. You reach for his hand. "Your injuries--are they from Meleys's flames?"

Aegon squeezes your palm to his with a force that leaves pain pulsing up his arm. Beneath the weight of your stare, your silent pleading, he breaks. Aegon shakes his head.

You exhale, an odd sort of tranquility coloring your features. "Okay." Carefully, you bring his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss against his knuckles. The serenity of your movements throws him. "Thank you for your honesty."

Aegon watches as you set his hand down gently. You begin to shift back, forcing Aegon to straighten his spine even further. "Where--where are you going?"

"To tell the guards that their prince regent, the same man that removed his own mother from the small council, the same man that killed my--" Your voice cracks at the last syllable. "My brother, has now attempted to kill--" The words waver before breaking off entirely. "To kill the king."

Aegon reaches for you, his fingers finding their way around your wrist. He latches onto you as if you might disappear if he allows you to. "We cannot say anything."

The sentence pushes you away, sending you to that distant place that took you after your brother's passing. Aegon ignores the way his side protests as he sits up even further, his hand coming to rest against your spine.

"Guards know no loyalty beyond orders and their wages, Aemond is in a position of immense power. You are beloved by the people, but hold little standing in your own court." He runs his knuckles against your lower back. "Look at me. Any number of incidents resulting in my death could be deemed an accident. I can't--I can't protect myself, let alone you."

It takes you a moment to return. "He killed my brother." Tears begin to run down your face. "He almost killed you." You're crying openly now. "We need--we--"

"I know," he whispers, "But as of now, we have nothing except things to lose." Aegon moves his hand, allowing it to settle against your waist. "He likes you now, and that--that is a safe thing."

You inhale sharply, the sound a little more than a sniffle. "I don't care."

"I do." This is one area that he is unwilling to compromise in. "I won't risk you." He releases your side in favor of reaching for your face, his thumb wiping at already spilled tears. "Promise me that you will not do anything. Please."

"We cannot let him get away with this."

"We won't," Aegon vows, "Because we will wait until the right time. I will heal further. He will make a mistake, and if I do not hear of it, you will." He drags his thumb against your cheek again, his fingers settling beneath your jaw. "Promise me."

After a moment, you nod. "I promise." The words are shallow and uncertain, but Aegon does not fear them. You mean your promises. "What if he hurts you again?"

"As long as I am feeble and making no attempts to regain control or expose him, he has no need to." You look up at him, expression unconvinced. "And he will not do anything in front of you."

You dip your chin downwards, a halfhearted nod. "I will not leave you." There's an earnestness there that rattles something inside of him. Your unflinching resolve to promise that you're there for him, that this is not his battle alone.

Aegon shifts forward, his body begging him to resume neutrality as he begins to pull you towards him. You're quick to respond, leaning into his touch. Aegon presses his lips against yours.

He's kissed you before--at your wedding, a few times during your handful of attempts at producing a child, and even less times during the day when particularly enjoying your company. But this is something else, something more desperate and meaningful. His lips drag against yours with less ease than he'd like, a dull ache nearly taking him out of the moment.

You pull back first, your breaths ragged as you look at him. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

It was not simple, but far from agonizing enough to make it unworthwhile. "Do not apologize for that." You nod without looking him in the eye. Aegon moves back, allowing his back to rest against cushioning. "Go have your ladies help change you into your night gown, and come back."

It's early for you to get ready for bed, but no one would find it strange. The two of you are married, which means you are welcome to spend as much time together as you'd like. Besides, Aegon likes the thought of you leaving now and not needing to go anywhere until morning.

You agree without question, moving away from him with a subtle nod. "I'll return in a moment."

You leave out of the door that connects his apartments to yours. Before he knows it, you're knocking on the door once before entering his space again. You seem a little lighter, hair brushed and face washed. You return to bed wordlessly, covering yourself with his sheets before resting your head against his shoulder.

Aegon's hand settles against your knee. "I walked a little longer with the maester today."

"That's wonderful," he can hear the smile in your voice. "I'd like to see that. Tomorrow I'll be here instead of sitting with the ladies."

The thought is easing. "I'll put on a good show for you."

"I'm sure you will." You place your hand over his. "I know that you said not to say anything, and it's a timing issue...but there has to be something we can do."

He turns over his hand, his fingers intertwining themselves with yours. "It would help weaken Aemond's claim if I were to have another, more evident heir."

The implications of the statement take you a moment to understand. Once you do, you squeeze his hand a little tighter. "Oh."

The few times the two of you had attempted to create an heir had been far from unenjoyable, just a little uncertain. After Lucerys's death, you were clearly and understandably not in the mood to be looked at a moment too long let alone touched. Aegon obliged you, and would be willing to keep leaving you to yourself if that's what you want.

"We could go back to trying to produce an heir," you mumble, body becoming a little more rigid against him.

He runs his thumb along your knuckles. "Really?"

"I mean, once you're healed enough to feel physically ready," you pause, a little unsure of yourself, "It seems a fitting course of action, and we are married."

He smiles to himself, lifting your hand to his lips. "We are."

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a/n i'm leaving for my birthday trip tonight so if u liked this u should def send me aegon asks to come back to 🙏💗

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