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silent-stories · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 - 𝟐

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: After Eddie drives you home, he keeps his promise to get the books you recommended from the library and also visits you at work.

Part 1

Eddie didn't believe in fate, destiny or any of that shit but he was pretty sure it was something like that that had made him end up locked in the library with you, of all people at the school.

You were the only person who ever interested Eddie enough to make him look up when you entered the cafeteria, you were one of the few people who probably never gave him an offensive comment in the whole school and you even saved his poor chimera from the trash bin.

When Eddie had noticed that he was locked in the library, he had initially thought it was a stupid prank but when he realized that he was not only he supposed that Miss Cooper had just assumed that everyone had gone away and closed the library.

And of all the people who could have been there at that moment it was you. Eddie didn't know whether to laugh or smash his head against the wall.

Initially, he'd thought that you'd get mad at him, yell at him that it was his fault (for some reason he didn't even know) or you would have been scared to know you were locked in there with him.

Instead you were nice to him. And Eddie had found himself loving the sound of your laughter echoing through the library so much that he wished he could record it and listen to it whenever he wanted.

Eddie had thought that when you'd given him the drawing you had saved from the trash, he could kiss you instantly, but you'd probably find that weird.

He started the engine of his van while you sat next to him in the front seat, brushing a few strands of wet hair from your forehead.

Eddie could still almost feel the ghost of your hand on his back, even though it wasn't there anymore.

"I can't believe it." You said, your voice slightly louder than usual to make him hear what you were saying despite the incessant rain pounding on the van.

"Yeah, I mean... you pushed Jason and you-"

"I'm not talking about that, Eddie. We forgot the books!"

He chuckled. "You just yelled at your friends and you are worrying about some books?"

"We left Carrie there!"

Eddie really laughed this time, with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, not hiding his smile. "Tomorrow I'm going back to the library and I'll get all the books you recommended, okay?"

"Okay, be careful not to get locked in again."

"Oh wow, someone's being a little too sassy here. You know you've been stuck there too, right?" His gaze kept moving from the road in front of him to you, a smirk was on his lips.

"Oh, I bet you liked it!"

"Staying there with you all that time? Let's just say that of all the people who might have been there when the library closed, you're not one of the worst."

"Well, you, on the other hand, are very fun to hang out with." It was obvious you weren't lying or joking anymore and that made Eddie speechless for a moment.

Your tone was more serious but still kind as you kept talking, "I'm glad it was you."

The grip of his hands on the wheel suddenly tightened, he wasn't used to speaking openly about his feelings and it was so normal for him to be prepared for rejection and people looking down on him that he found himself unable to respond immediately.

"I'm glad it was you too." He didn't move his gaze from the road in front of him this time but he swore he felt you smile.

Maybe he had been completely gone for you for some time and didn't even realize it.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you've been driving empty for about ten minutes."

"Shit, where- where do you live?"

"Why didn't you ask me before?" You laughed.

"Because you distracted me! You talk a lot, you know?"

You laughed again and shook your head slightly, Eddie realized he loved making you smile. "You know the new record store that opened like two weeks ago? I basically live in front of it, on the other side of the road."

Eddie nodded. "Have you already been there? They say it's pretty cool."

"Yeah but you know who's even cooler? The girl who works there almost every afternoon. I think she's the one who attracts all those customers."

Eddie turned his head in your direction, a curious expression in his eyes. "Do you...?"

"Yeah" You admitted with a laugh. "I work there. You should pass by sometime. I could use some company."

"Do you want my company or my money?" He joked.

"Mh... both?"

Eddie rolled his eyes.

"No but really, my days are filled with boredom and little girls buying Dolly Parton. You should come by and say hi sometime."

"Mh. Maybe."

"I don't like maybes. When I say maybe I usually mean no so-"

"I'll come say hi, Y/N. I swear on my honor. I'll come." He chuckled placing a hand on his chest, where his heart was.

"Okay, fine." You smiled as Eddie parked the van at the side of a long road illuminated by many street lamps that reflected their light on the puddles on the ground.

"I live right there." You tapped your finger on the window, poiting to your house. "Thank you for the ride."

"It's okay." He said as you got out of the van.

"Well, see you soon. Unless you'll pretend you don't know me when we go back to school." He rolled down the window, talking to you through it.

You stared at him for a moment, as if amazed by what he had just said. "How could I?"

Eddie couldn't help but smile as he watched you walk up to the front door.

He never thought that being locked in the school library with someone could change his life.

The next day, the sun returned to shine on Hawkings as if the rain of the day before had never existed and you came back to school with the hope to see Eddie again.

"You don't understand." You shook your head as you grabbed a book from your locker before meeting Jess's gaze again.

You had been at school for about ten minutes and Jess and Debby didn't waste a second to cover you with questions and reproaches about what had happened the day before. As if it was their right to know.

"No, the only one who doesn't understand here is you. You had been locked in the library with him and then he even gave you a ride home. The whole thing is jusy so fucking creepy."

"You don't even know him! He could have had bad intentions or hurt you." Debby added with a troubled expression painted on her face.

"Well, I certainly know him better than you two and I can assure you he's nothing like you ever thought of him."

"But he's-"

"Stop it, Jess. Eddie treated me better during the three hours ee spent together than Beck treated you in four months."

She opened her mouth as if to argue, but when she realized she had no idea what to say, she slowly closed her lips again.

"Trust me. He's kind and funny and-" You suddenly remembered something, "and he has to get some books from the library or I'll get very mad with him." You added with a little smile forming on your lips.

You didn't know if it was because the idea that Eddie absolutely had to read the books you'd recommended made you laugh or if it was simply the thought of Eddie that made you smile.

"I gotta go!" You yelled at the girls you left in the hallway behind you on your way to the library.

Classes had yet to start and the hallways were already full of students and you found yourself looking for a certain metalhead with your gaze without even realizing it. Most of the time he was late to class so it wouldn't be unusual for him to still be chatting with the Hellfire club in the parking lot or smoking the first joint of the day in the woods near the school.

"Good morning Miss Cooper!" You greeted the lady as you entered the library, "I would suggest you to clearly announce when you close or you risk locking someone inside."

"Oh dear, did something happen?"

"Nah, nothing to worry about." You smiled, looking across her desk for the stack of books you'd left there the day before. "Do you know by any chance what happened to the books that were up here?"

"I was about to put them back in their places, thinking someone had forgotten them or changed their mind, but that weird guy with crazy hair who always wears black came to get them."

Oh. So Eddie kept his promise.

"Okay. Well, thank you so much. Have a good day." You told the lady as she saw you leave with a slight confused expression on her face.

Eddie showed up three minutes late for class, nothing that could really get him in trouble or get him a detention, and he sat down at an empty desk just a few feet from yours.

"You took the books." You whispered and he lifted his head in your direction with a slight smile on his lips as soon as he heard your voice.

"You keep doubting my honesty. I promised." He whispered back as the teacher's voice just became more of a background to your conversation with Eddie.

"Okay, sorry. I didn't think you were actually going to do that." You laughed.

"Well, I-"

"Mr. Munson!" The teacher interrupted your chat, "it's the hundredth time I've told you not to disturb the-"

"It's my fault." You said before he could continue, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

The teacher lingered for a moment, glancing from you to Eddie and back again as if it weren't possible that for once, Eddie Munson wasn't the one doing something he shouldn't be doing.

"Don't let that happen again." He said finally, before starting the explanation again.

Eddie looked at you for a moment like he wouldn't in a million years expect someone to defend him in front of a teacher without a second thought. Maybe because no one had ever done that and it had always been easy to blame him even when it wasn't his fault and the teachers had always believed it.

"What?" You whispered again, almost without even realizing you were breaking the rules again.

"Nothing." He smiled softly, his big brown eyes catching the light filtering through the classroom windows letting you notice the gold hues in them were still on you, "nothing, really."

You just smiled back.

Like every late afternoon you were at the record store. You liked working there even if you told Eddie it was boring (maybe you did it just to get him to come there).

You liked trying to guess what kind of music each customer would buy as soon as they set foot in the shop, you liked choosing the songs to play in the background and you liked giving advice when someone was undecided or had to make a gift.

You loved how such different people came in there every day.

"Have a good day!" You said to a lady who seemed to be in her 60s, who had just bought some music from the 20s and 30s, as she left the shop, making bell on the door tinkle.

You saw through the glass wall how her shining smile suddenly disappeared as she ran into the group of boys about to enter.

You chuckled at the way she avoided them like the plague, quickly heading the other way they were coming in an almost comical way.

"Hey, am I that ugly? I think I just made that old lady run away." Eddie's familiar voice commented when he finally entered the store.

"I can assure you you're not." You laughed as the group got in the shop.

You saw the guy with short curly hair nudging his darker-skinned friend, muttering something you couldn't hear, and then chuckled afterwards, maybe because of what you just said.

You weren't sure if what was going on between you and Eddie was flirting or something like that, but you sure were honest: you'd always found Eddie pretty.

He smiled at you as he rested his elbows on the counter, in front of you.

"Hey stranger." You greeted him.

"You see? I kept my promise, again."

"Well, thanks. You also brought more customers, it means more money."

"Oh, right." He seemed to suddenly remember his friends "These three kind gentlemen are Gareth, Jeff and Grant." he pointed to the guys behind him "and my dear friends, this is Y/N, the fair lady I had the pleasure of being locked in the library with a few days ago."

You looked at the three boys, you'd seen them all in school before, you even had a few classes with some of them, and you'd always seen them sitting at the Hellfire table with Eddie and their other friends. They wore leather jackets, ripped jeans and T-shirts with the names of bands you knew except one: Corroded Coffin.

You weren't sure if it was a band name since you'd never heard it before but then again, you'd been working at the record store for less than a month and you definitely didn't know all the bands that existed in the world.

"Dude, don't pretend you haven't talked about her 24/7 for the last couple of days." Grant commented with a tiny smirk on his lips.

Eddie scoffed. "That's not true, don't listen to them. We're honestly not even that close of friends, I hardly know them." Eddie hurried to reply, a tinge of red rising on his cheeks.

"Hey! That's not true!" Jeff hit his shoulder and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Look, do you only have Cyndi Lauper here or…” Gareth started asking before you cut him off.

"Metal is on your left."

The three boys immediately headed towards the area you had indicated to them, you thought you heard a whispered "I like her" from one of them but you weren't sure.

"Your friends are cool." You said to Eddie, still leaning on the counter. There seemed to be something there that interested him more than music.

"Don't say it too loud or they'll get to their heads."

You chuckled.

"You don't buy anything?" You asked then, noting that he seemed to have no intention of joining his friends.

"Nah, not this time. They will surely find something. Maybe next time."

"There will be a next time?"

"Of course. You were absolutely right. The girl who works in this new record store is really pretty."

"Oh, I never said she's pretty, just cool."

"Then I say so. She is."

You laughed, shaking your head slightly. It was amazing how Eddie could say the silliest and most trivial things and it only made you like him more.

"Well... who's Corroded Coffin?"

Eddie frowned. "How do you...We're so famous and nobody ever even told me?"

You laughed again. "It's written on your friend's shirt, dumbass."

"Oh! Oh, right. It's my band. I mean, our band." He pointed at first himself and then his friends who were checking some Black Sabbath records. "We have a band."

"Well, Eddie Munson, I gotta say you get more interesting every time I talk to you."

Eddie chuckled. "I swear we don't suck. Even though a lot of people think we do. We play at the Hideout sometimes. You should come, I think... I think you'd have fun."

"Okaaay... you want us to go away and leave you two alone?" Gareth cut you off before you could say you would happily go to see them play, placing two records and twenty bucks on the counter with a slight smile on his lips and you rolled your eyes before handing him the change.

"Well, thanks for stopping by guys, hope to see you again soon."

"Wait" Jeff threw up his hands as if to make sure no one moved. "He didn't ask you out?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Dude!" Gareth poked Eddie on the shoulder, "that's what we came here for! You had one thing to do!"

Eddie snorted, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I hate you guys."

"You know, you can try now." You smiled before Eddie's gaze met yours again, big brown eyes staring at you hesitantly.

"Try what?"

"Asking me out."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Would you..."

"More confidence! Look her in the eye!" His friends cheered him on from behind and you chuckled at their almost better reaction than the cheerleaders at school.

"Wo...would you like to go out with me?"

"Don't stammer!" Grant exclaimed.

Eddie propped his elbows on the counter again, hiding his face with his hands. "Please just say yes."

You reached out to slowly remove his hands with yours, meeting again two big eyes this time surprised and curious by your kind reaction. "Yes, I'd like to go out with you."

A chorus of "yes!" and "finally!" came from Eddie's friends and you immediately burst out laughing. Your hands were now resting on the counter but still holding Eddie's in yours.

"Sorry," Gareth said, "it doesn't happen often. I mean Eddie having a date."

"What about Saturday when you finish your shift?" Eddie asked.

"Sounds good to me."

"Other customers are coming." Jeff commented.

"We'll better take him away from you right now or he will never leave." Gareth added grabbing Eddie by the arm, starting to drag him away.

"It was nice to meet you!" Grant yelled.

"You too, guys!"

"See you soon!" Eddie smiled at you before the store door closed behind him.

You didn't know if they were aware of the fact that you could see them through the glass even if they couldn't see you, but you liked the way Eddie basically jumped as he reached his van, talking to his friends about what had just happened with a Cheshire Cat smile painted on his face.

God, you already loved that sweet, weird boy and you hadn't had your first date with him yet.

(This won't be a series!)

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malereadermaniac · 1 year ago

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Cool about it. - Kuroo x Male Reader

I recommend looping the song while reading this <3 Tinge of angst with fluffy end word count: 1.6k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

Your chest hurt

You're used to the feeling, though it doesn't make it hurt any less

Walking home with Kuroo was a daily occurrence, just like his bragging about the number of confessions he had received that day

He always tries to tease you about how you "get no action (n/n)"

He doesn't know you're gay

You've tried to tell him before, but you chickened out after looking into your bestfriends eyes for a second too long

"And then there was this girl in my chem class............."

Kuroo babbles on

It hurts you

You get that funny feeling in your chest everything he talks about girls

But you never let your facade slip, and continue to pretend that you're interested and support him

By this point, it may as well be method acting

"How come you don't crush on any girls, (n/n)?"

" 'cause I don't like girls."

You didn't even think

It just slipped out

"Oh..."

You look up at the taller man with fear in your eyes

But he has a smirk on his lips

"How come you don't have the guys lining up then?" He teases

It didn't affect him whatsoever

Kuroo is a good friend to you, unconditional support no matter what

Anyone would be lucky to have a friend like him, so why did his support kill you on the inside

It gives you butterflies in the worst way possible...

"Hey! Wait for me, (n/n)!" Kuroo shouts from behind you

You tried to escape early today. Your heart couldn't really take more of his girl blabber

"Oh, sorry, Kuroo" you say with a small smile

The walk I again filled with his own talk about girls

But he pauses at one moment

"About what you said yesterday...."

"We don't have to talk about it" you interrupt quickly

You smile up at him and keep walking

Kuroo sighs but smiles back

Truth be told, Kuroo always rejected the girls that asked him out

He had put it down to the fact that a relationship would only add more stress to his life - he already gets only 4 hours of sleep because of his parents fighting

But recently, he's been thinking that he'd also rather spend time with you

And if he were I a relationship, then that would mean he couldn't

But he kept the thought to himself as he walked you home

Lying in bed late at night was something you usually did

But you looked at the alarm clock at said "3:00" in big red numbers and sighed

Those evil butterflies have returned, you'd been thinking about Kuroo again

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you breathed shallowly

You'd wished he was less of a good person

You'd wished that Kuroo would just be cruel about it and drop you after he'd found out you liked guys

But he didn't

He did the bare-minimum but it still made your heart flutter after he'd accepted you so easily

You lie on your side and continue to cry until your ducts are dry

Thinking about Kuroo until you'd fallen asleep

Just 10 minuets away, Kuroo was also awake in bed

Listening as his parents argue about idiotic things

He doesn't want a relationship like theirs

Kuroo's thoughts drift as his parents' argument fades into the background

He doesn't ever want a marriage like his parents. He wants to be friends with his lover

Get to know them really well, as well as he knows you

Then his thoughts drift to thoughts of you

Kuroo really liked you, the two of you clicked immediately when you were sat together in English

He was closer to you than with Kenma, and that's saying a lot

From admiring you as a friend, Kuroo's thoughts moved on to how cute you were

You took his teasing with a blush, and even teased him back sometimes

He then thought about how cute you looked - his type exactly but as a guy instead of a girl

He liked the nicknames you'd given each other, sort of like pet names

After a solid half an hour, Kuroo noticed his parents had gone to sleep and shut up, and that he'd been thinking about you for half an hour...

And his thoughts were definitely not very 'no homo'

A funny feeling filled his stomach as he thought about you again

Kuroo fell asleep finally, but the thought of you didn't leave his mind

School the next day was a little different

Kuroo still met you early in the morning to walk with you, and there was the normal complaining about his parents

He only did that with you, he was comfortable around you

But his blabber about girls was missing, it gave you a well needed break...

During English, you noticed him staring at you a lot

"You good, Roo?" You whisper warmly

His eyes stared into yours for a second too long

"I'm great..." he whispers with a smile, it made your heart pang

You wish you could have him as more than a friend, but it'll pass (you hope)

You'll forget about it.

Break and lunch was normal with the guys, but Kuroo was a lot more touchy with you than normal

An arm around the shoulder was normal, but asking you to feed him as he sat behind you and hugged you was strange

You'd almost had it by the end of volleyball

He kept looking over to you and smirking, it made you feel uneasy

And when one of the guys asked him about the girl in chem

Kuroo responded in a way that made you feel sick yo your stomach

"Nah, I'd rather spend time with (n/n) than her"

You were silent on your way back home, mumbling responses to Kuroo's "are you okay?"s

You felt ill from the mix of emotions

When you felt his hand on yours, you snapped

Your heart was pounding, and your face went pale

"WHAT IS UP WITH YOU TODAY??!"

Lucky you were both in front of your house and not in the middle of the street

"What do you mean, (n/n)?" Kuroo tries to reach for you and calm you down

"Don't (n/n) me, Kuroo. You've made my day hell today with all the mixed signals... I guess you figured it out and decided to tease me. You've taken it too far!"

Kuroo was worried

Worried to lose you over something he had no idea about, worried that this argument reminded him of his parents, worried him that he may lose you as more than just a friend

"Mixed signals? What do you mean, (y/n)??"

Kuroo was pleading, his face full of sadness and worry

"Don't play dumb... you figured out I like you and... and you're being a dick about it"

Kuroo's world stops

"You... like me?" Kuroo says confused, but then a smile starts to form

"Great..." tears spill from your eyes

"You didn't know and now I've told you. I'm sorry, Kuroo... you can pretend you never heard that." You say as your tears drop onto your shirt and the floor

You rush into your house, locking the door as Kuroo shouts for you to come back put and talk

A day passed by

Kuroo tried to talk to you in the morning, but you shut him down with a short "later"

Everyone noticed the two of you weren't talking

Your day was consumed by him, and vice versa

It felt like you were drowning in the emotions and thoughts of only one thing: Kuroo

By routine, you head over to the volleyball court

"(Y/n) we have to talk"

Your skin crawls and you jump from the surprise

You turn around and see a glum looking Kuroo

"Yeah, we need to talk about it at some point..."

The two of you head towards a more secluded area

Your hearts racing

Your chest is in an indescribable kind of pain

You feel so ill, you might hurl

"I'll start, I guess..." you say quietly

Kuroo stays quiet and listens

"I promise I didn't like like you since the beginning... I did see you as a friend. It's just that for the past year, I've had these feelings that I can't explain"

"I think I know the feeling you're talking about, (n/n).... that panging feeling in your chest and heart"

You feel warm from the nickname

You look into his eyes and smile

"Yeah... those fucking butterflies..."

"I'm sorry that I like you, it's a lot to put on you... plus you like girls so I know it's an impossible situation" you say with a defeated chuckle as your eyes fall to the ground

"No!"

Kuroo's shout brings your eyes back up to his

"I- I like you too! Or at least... I think so? I've always liked girls but with you... I like you more than any girl I've ever dated! When I think of the kind of relationship I want with someone, I think of the one I have with you! It's all slipped passed me until now but..."

"(Y/n)... I think I'm in love with you!"

Your heart skips a beat

Tears flood your eyes, and you and Kuroo both go in for a hug

Not for a kiss, there's still a lot more talking to do before you can both get the sweet relief of a kiss

But a tight, long hug will do for now

Those evil butterflies have been replaced with good ones

You're chest no longer hurts

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stormberry-12 · 9 months ago

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faceless // P4: are you ugly? ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n".

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sat alone in a medical room, sure you had wanted to reveal your identity eventually but this was too much to handle all in one day. You could sense the awkwardness of the doctors who had come to perform tests on you, they were polite but curt. A nice nurse offered you some tissues but no one uttered more than 5 words to you, probably still processing it themselves.

You pulled out your phone, there was no doubt Charles knew, he was out of his car even before you were, probably watching televised on hundreds of screens around him.

He hadn't tried to contact you.

You didn't blame him.

However, you did have hundreds of notifications from other people and F1 Instagram pages tagging your private account and spreading the news worldwide.

A knock on the door frame made you jump, "You're free to go miss, as long as you have no more neck pain."

"Thank you," you replied, not looking the doctor in the eyes, and climbing out of the bed.

"Take the pain meds twice a day, for your wrist and neck, don't over-exert yourself. Have a good day."

'Have a good day.'

You walked out of the medical center with your belongings, walking to the parking lot, not planning on going back to the Red Bull garage. You couldn't care less what Christian thought about this whole thing and would probably receive a very heavily worded email from him later tonight.

The sky was dark, you must have been in there for a while. The lights from the posts shone down on the many expensive cars that the drivers had driven to the race.

Charles's car was gone.

"Fuck me," you cursed, the tears had returned along with shooting pain up the side of your neck. You called an Uber, waiting in the crisp air and wiping the tears off your face. The world seemed wobbly as you scanned your surroundings, letting reality hit harder and harder every time you thought about the day you just had.

You looked across the parking lot to see Yuki getting into his car. He shot you a small smile and wave. "Fuck is a fun word. And you have a cool helmet by the way,"

"YUKIII!" Pierre screamed, running over to the car drawing both of your attention. "I'm driving,"

"No!"

"Yes."

They argued for about 20 seconds before Yuki hopped in the passenger seat. Pierre then noticed you, giving you a thumbs up and a knowing smile before hopping in the car.

God, word spread fast.

You and Charles settled onto the couch, cozy blankets draped over your laps, snuggled up next to each other. Tonight's choice? The Office. It was a show you both adored, somehow whenever you watched it it always managed to lift your spirit. With a bowl of popcorn between your legs, you hit play, and the familiar theme song filled the room. You nestled into Charles's side, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence.

"Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. So sue me." Michael Scott's voice rang from the speakers.

"Oh my god," Charles chuckled. "I can't with this show,"

As the credits rolled, you turned to Charles, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I love nights like this," you whispered.

"Me too," Charles replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Especially when I'm with you."

The door to your apartment creaked as you opened it slowly, the hum of the airconditioning filled your ears and and hit you with a cold blast that sent shivers down your spine. You tossed your backpack on the floor and braced yourself for all of the outcomes that could happen next.

'What if he breaks up with me?' Flashed in the back of your mind as one of the possibilities that made your stomach ache. He was sitting on the couch, gaze not leaving the TV, but you could see his shoulders tense as your footsteps entered the room.

"Charles, we need to talk," you said softly, your voice barely audible over the blasting TV and loud voices outside the thin wall.

He ignored you coldly, grabbing his plate off the side table and walking towards the kitchen.

"Oh come on, Charles! Jesus, listen to me, I can explain!" you cried, following him around the apartment until he finally turned to face you, his eyes were broken.

"Explain..."

"Yes-"

"Explain? You've been racing alongside me all this time, pretending to be just another driver, while I've been completely in the dark about who you are! You lied to me!" he spoke, voice cracking and eyes watering.

"Charles I-"

"Like holy shit!" Charles's voice trembled as he continued to word vomit his feelings like he always did. "You were the faceless driver. The one everyone speculated about, and-"

"Charles, I didn't want to lie to you. I just... I never wanted my identity to overshadow my abilities on the track. I wanted to be known for my skill, not my gender or boyfriend's name." You sighed heavily, hands trembling slightly, head pounding.

"You didn't think I deserved to know? We're in a relationship, Y/n. We're supposed to trust each other!" Charles's voice grew louder, his words cutting through the air, making you feel small.

"It was in my contract Charles, I couldn't tell anyone-"

"Why would you sign your life away like that? Red Bull was taking advantage of you but you were too stupid and blinded by all the secrets you had to keep-" he hissed.

"Oh my god! Why are you being such a dick? I came up with half my contract rules, I didn't want to tell anybody!" you held your neck as it ached.

"You told Lando,"

"No, I didn't. I never meant for him to find out!" you yelled, well tried to, as you found it harder and harder to catch your breath. "And do not bring Lando into this, he's your teammate and friend-"

"But he knew before I did! He kept secrets from me too," he complained. "And you had your little waves out on track and everything, don't bring Lando into this my ass. I hate how you realized you could trust him but couldn't think of anyone else in your life that you might be able to trust. Someone who might deserve to know. Was there no one else Y/n? No one else that you spent hours of the day with, that had trusted you with all of his problems? No one that loved you so much and would support you no matter what-"

"Charles-" you choked out, guilt overtaking you.

"This is so wild, I can't believe this day is real," he mumbled and you weren't sure if he was referencing the fact that you were a driver or the fact that you had left him in the dark and damaged the strong relationship you had. Probably both.

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face, you felt like you were going to puke. You pushed past Charles and shuffled to the bathroom slamming the door behind you. You heard Charles call after you but his words were drowned out by the pounding and ringing in your ears.

As you leaned over the toilet vomiting you felt your hair being pulled away from your face and a hand placed firmly on your back. You knelt there for a while, his fingertips traced up and down your spine until you pulled away to splash your face with water.

You slid back down to the floor leaning against the sink. You hugged your knees to your chest, not wanting to feel the cold tiles on the back of your legs any longer, as your boyfriend sat across from you quietly. Charles hesitated, his eyes locked with yours. The weight of the words you yelled at each other hung heavy in the air. His foot grazed yours softly and you both looked down at your matching socks that you un-intentionally wore on the same day.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah. They told me I didn't have a concussion..."

"That's bullshit. And the wrist?"

You looked down at your bandaged hand, "Sprained."

He hummed in acknowledgment, "They did a shit job at that too, can a re-wrap it for you?"

You nodded and he skooted closer, taking your arm gently in his hands. He unwrapped the tenser bandage around your wrist and you winced, Charles whispered an apology, examining your bruises and swelling.

"Jesus, love," he wrapped the bandage around you once more, neat and tidy, securing it tightly. He looked up meeting your eyes with an unreadable expression, fingers still grazing your bandaged wrist. "Lando had more than one secret he was keeping from me,"

"What?" you croaked.

Charles closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face, "He's leaving. His contract was only for a year to try out a new team..."

You stared at Charles in shock before he continued. "He misses Mclaren, and of course Zack misses him. So yeah," Charles laughed but no humor filled his face, "I'll be saying goodbye to yet another awesome teammate that I've considered a brother."

"I'm so sorry Charlie," you whispered, linking your hand with his. You knew how hard it was for him when Carlos left, they didn't speak as much anymore, and you could always see the pain in Charles' eyes whenever Carlos brushed him off with a rushed wave in the paddock.

"God, I've got to stop being so sensitive and annoying," He sighed.

"No, your empathy, understanding, and awareness are some of my favorite things about you," you smiled softly at his blush.

"But I wasn't very understanding to you," he whispered and you felt your heart pinch.

You were about to respond, countering his statement with the truth that you were so terribly sorry and pissed at yourself for everything, when your phone rang pulling you from the moment. Looking down at the screen you stared at Christian Horner's name as it buzzed.

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#storms library #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #faceless driver trend #fanfiction

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untitledmemes · 9 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Oh, shit. Did you hear all of that? ”

“ I enjoy your theatrics. ”

“ I just hope what I'm trying to do here will work. ”

“ Well hello there, you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? ”

“ Your last attempt at salvation starts here. ”

“ Thank you so much for making this. Seriously. Amazing. ”

“ Oh, fun. You had a little fun with it? ”

“ Sex sells, don't it? ”

“ I really don't want to exploit you in that way. ”

“ This body was made to be exploited. ”

“ I could keep goin' all night, baby. ”

“ Why do you think I'm here? ”

“ I like being forced. ”

“ I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid. ”

“ That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it? ”

“ Just because nobody made it out before, doesn't mean it's not possible. ”

“ There's just no way I could blow it, not this once in a lifetime chance. ”

“ It's a happy day in hell. ”

“ Ha! I fucking got you!. ”

“ So, I'm happy we got this opportunity to meet. ”

“ I need you to be less horny, if possible. ”

“ I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit! ”

“ So, anyway, we fucked and it was awesome. ”

“ Fucking love putting my name on shit. Shit's the best. ”

“ Alright, um, maybe we can try and fix it in post. ”

“ Seems like you're having a bit of trouble there, hm? ”

“ I wouldn't try that, my dear. ”

“ I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you are going to make this work. ”

“ Awesome job, danger tits. Pound it. ”

“ Those are my people. You know that, right? ”

“ They had their chance and they earned damnation. ”

“ How does that feel? To know how little you matter. ”

“ Let me stop you right there, save us all precious time. ”

“ Did I hear you imply they don't deserve death? ”

“ It means we're all royally fucked. ”

“ We should just go down there now and destroy them. ”

“ Oh please, you had less than half a chance when you started all this. ”

“ Well, it's not like people are going to show up at our doorstep. ”

“ Now that's good television. ”

“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”

“ Fuck my life. ”

“ I have a fire to put out upstairs. ”

“ Well, looks like you have everything under control here. ”

“ Take care of the piss baby. ”

“ That fucking slut walked out on me. ME. I fucking made him! ”

“ Which of these makes me look sexier? ”

“ What are you doing? You're not going over there. ”

“ Now that's why they pay you the big bucks. ”

“ I think he's had enough. ”

“ Thank you... For letting your guard down! ”

“ Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. ”

“ That fucker is back! ”

“ You still pissed he almost beat you that time? ”

“ Things changed a lot since he left town. ”

“ Welcome home. I'm gonna make you wish that you stayed gone. ”

“ Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? ”

“ Where's he been? Who gives a shit? ”

“ You old timey prick, I'll show you suffering. ”

“ I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone. ”

“ How exactly are we supposed to stop it? ”

“ Who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting? ”

“ I didn't come looking for a fight. ”

“ Aren't you supposed to protect this place? ”

“ I give you a week. Tops. ”

“ It's nice to have someone interested for once. ”

“ Never leave me again. ”

“ I definitely remember you now. ”

“ It's great, right? Keep going. ”

“ The only cool thing has is to say no to drugs. ”

“ I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage! ”

“ You like me. You really like me! ”

“ You actually think you can change? ”

“ You slippery little shit! ”

“ I fucking knew there was something shitty about you. ”

“ Get your aggressively average body off of me! ”

“ This little bitch is a traitor! ”

“ Wait, you were caught? It hasn't even been a day! ”

“ The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts, but sorry is where it starts. ”

“ Why are you so lame? ”

“ You'll have to try better than that next time, ol' pal. ”

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livesworthlivingau · 5 months ago

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Lives Worth Living Chapter 12

ISAT and Two Hat spoilers below! CW: Stabbing

(You're surrounded by your family… Trembling and shaking, sobbing while they all hold you close… In this moment, you are loved…)

"So cute… To think anyone could actually love you~. It's just pathetic Stardust~!" (You hear Loop's voice as it echoes around you, snapping you out of the moment, everyone is gone. You're left kneeling there alone in a lightless void… You frantically look around, getting to your feet. This place is familiar… That realization terrifies you…)

"To think that anyone could love someone as BROKEN as you!" (You snap around to the voice, met face to face with the sadness from all those years ago. Its spiraling eye glares deep into your soul while its inverted shades envelop you. You're frozen… like touching one of the king's tears… You can't move at all as a sick, deep, twisted grin grows across its face. Its teeth are sharp as daggers, perfectly slotting together across that horrid smile. You feel your frozen form shaking, tears flowing from your eyes, you try to struggle free, you NEED to get free!)

"Keeping you frozen is no fun, I want you to FEEL THIS STARDUST~!" (It shrieks out in a demented version of Loop's voice, grabbing you by the throat. It feels as though it yanks you out of time itself, slamming you to the ground and raising a dagger above it's head. You choke out for air, raising your hand to stop it, but it's too late, the familiar stinging yet somewhat dull sensation of it slamming into your chest fills your entire form.)

(You jolt awake with a gasp. You're shaking, sweating, panting. You feel at your chest for a moment and rub your face, looking around to find yourself in a tent, noticing Isa lightly snoring beside you… You're safe, you're loved, you're safe, you're loved. It was just a nightmare…)

(You wipe the tears from your eye, hold your hand to your chest, and take several deep breaths. It takes a minute to finally calm down... As much as you don't want to, you manage to pull yourself away from Isa and slip outside of your tent. The sound of sniffling makes you pause, looking around to find Bonnie holding their legs close to their chest and sniffling. They sat near the extinguished firepit and were trying to calm themself down.)

"… Bonbon?… You okay?"

"Huh?!" (They jumped at first, startled by you appearing near them in the dim night.)

"O-Oh… H-Heyfrin…"

"Nightmare?" (They just put their chin to their knees, trying to fight back the tears as they nod.)

"Yeah… Me too… If only some cool kid with magic hugs could help me out about now~." (You tease a bit to try and relieve the tension, only for Bonnie to snap at you.)

"I'm not stupid Frin! I know my hugs aren't magic…" (They shout then grumble. Something was really bothering them…)

"I… I'm sorry Bonbon… Do you wanna talk about it?" (Wow it feels really weird to be the one saying that for once… They give another sniffle and sit silently for a moment.)

"… What if we don't find Nille?… Why did stupid Nille even leave!? Doesn't she know I'm coming back?! What if she gets hurt?! What if you even talking about it changed everything?!" (Bonnie gets louder and louder as the emotions well up, tears pouring down their face.)

"Woah! Hey, hey, it's okay Bonnie… Breathe with me? Please?" (You ask sincerely, your hands lightly bracing their shoulders to help ground them. They give another sniffle and nod, choking out a few heavy, difficult breaths with you and wiping their tears again.)

"Nille turns out fine, I promise… She even took down a sadness all by herself last time!" (You decide to leave out the part where she got injured… Bonnie doesn't need to hear that right now.)

"R-really?… Nille did?…"

"Yup! Your sister's real tough! Besides, if anything happens I can always just loop back and fix it!"

"… How do you loop back Frin?… Everyone looked at each other like they knew and didn't want to say it! Why won't they tell me!?" (You freeze. How do you answer that… How COULD you answer that, to a kid no less… Bonnie just crosses their arms, pouting more as they recognize the look on your face.)

"… You get hurt, don't you?… You promised me you'd try not to get hurt! You super duper promised!"

"… I'm sorry Bonnie, you're right… I shouldn't talk about looping like it's no big deal… Can… Can I make you a new promise then?…" (Bonnie keeps quiet, but appears to be listening still.)

"… I promise I won't loop on purpose anymore, not unless it's the only option, okay?" (Bonnie sits in silence a little while longer before turning and rapidly swinging their arms around you, squeezing as tight as they can around your waist.)

"I don't want you to get hurt anymore Frin! Not for me, or Nille, or anyone!!"

"Bonbon…"

"It's not fair that you have to get hurt again! Why does it have to always be you!?"

"… I… I don't know Bonnie… And I'm sorry but… As long as I have this gift, or curse, or whatever you wanna blinding call it at this point… If I can use it to help you all then... I wouldn't really hesitate to… But you're right, I shouldn't see myself as disposable… So I'm gonna make you a secret wish promise, okay?" (Bonnie breaks the hug for a moment to look up at you in awe.)

"A… A secret wish promise?… Is that real?!"

"Yup! But it requires a very specific ritual. Do you think you're up for it?"

"Y-Yes!! Yes I can do it!!" (Their frantic eagerness just made you break out into laughter.)

"Alright! Alright I believe you! Now, here's what you gotta do… You gotta hold up your pinkie with your right hand. Then you put your left hand over your heart, and believe as hard as you can about our promise!" (You and Bonnie both do this silly little ritual you've just made up, then you hold out your pinkie.)

"Now curl it around mine and say 'I promise' 3 times." (And again you lead as they follow, repeating it 3 times together.)

"There, secret wish promise done~."

"Woah… I can't believe I just made a wish promise…"

"Now don't go telling everyone about those, like I said it's a very secret ritual!" (Bonnie nods quickly and gives a sort of salute.)

"I promise! Super duper promise!" (You chuckle again, ruffing their hair and hugging them close.)

"Great, now you ready to go back to bed?" (Bonnie nodded, giving one last hug before heading back to their tent, all giddy about this new shared secret.)

(You decide to stay up a little while longer, enjoying the still night with only the occasional faint sound of animals moving through the terrain. Your nightmare flashes into your mind again for a moment with a wince… You decide to bring your thumb to your ear and pinkie to your mouth again…)

"Loop?… Can you talk to me?… Please?… I just want to know you're okay…" (You pause, waiting for a response that never comes… But it feels like the connection is there...)

"Do you remember that time... I forgot Mirabelle's name?… I was so freaked out, all I could think to do was call you for help… Without a second thought, you helped me… you helped me remember everyone's names, their nicknames even, and why I started using them… You brought me back from the edge, and it helped keep me going… I don't think I ever thanked you for that… So thank you, Loop… Thank you for keeping me going when I thought I couldn't anymore…"

["… Stardust…"]

"Loop?! Loop where are you?! Are you alri-" (You suddenly feel the connection fade, but you heard them… They're alright, and you've made progress. That's all you can ask for in this moment.)

#lives worth living au #lwlau #isat au #isat fanfic #isat spoilers #isat #in stars and time fanfic #two hat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat two hats #I wrote this entire chapter at work btw #like start to finish #all of it during my 9 hour shift #it was a slow day so I got paid to write my fic #fuck yeah

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etherealyoungk · 1 year ago

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college bf!jun scenarios

requested by anon. anon i hope you see this!

pairing: jun x reader

warnings: fluff

word count: 590

college bf!jun who's been your best friend since the day 1 you joined. it was your first day at uni and you were lost and running late for your first class. you bumped into jun in a hurry but thankfully he was heading in the same direction and showed you the way. he found you during lunch break and after that day you both were inseprable.

college bf!jun who's would buy snacks and carry them in his bag all the time in case you hot hungry. and if you did get hungry his bag is like an never-ending array of snacks, he just keeps bringing all types of snacks out - but they're all your favorite snacks.

college bf!jun who's such a goofy guy honestly. loves making jokes, especially in the library when you're trying to study but he thinks it's a great time to tell you all the funny jokes he's collected or silly pickup lines he's learned. everyone looks at you both like you've both gone crazy because jun is laughing (not so softly) as he cracks a joke. "jun!, you whisper yell. "is it not funny? i thought it was funny, it made soonyoung laugh", he tells as he sits up straighter. "jun this is a library, we're supposed to be quiet", you tell and he nods. "oh yeah, i forgot, sorry", he says. "well in that case can we step out for a break, i really want to tell you something", he says and doesn't even wait for you to reply before he's standing up and taking your hand and taking you outside and telling you the joke and taking you to the caferia for a snack.

college bf!jun who was a nervous shy wreck before he confessed his feelings for you. he found you late at the library and sat down with you. he even got you some food and you noticed how the kimbap didn't have cucumber because you didn't like them. but jun paid attention to everything, all the silly and small details you'd tell him. "how come you're here? i thought you were with minghao?", you ask as you take a bit of the kimbap. "isn't it obvious?", he prompts and you just blink at him. "because i like you", you tells and you stop chewing. he thinks he messed up big time when you just stare at him but later when he's walking you back to the bus stop, you mumble out an "i like you too", before running inside and closing the door. jun would try to play it cool but he's so happy.

college bf!jun who's such a silly goofy person and he always finds some way or another to make you laugh or smile. he loves seeing you smile and if you were stressed or unhappy, he'd do his best to bring that smile back to your face.

college bf!jun who hates seeing you stressed and if you were overworking, staying up late too many times and just stressed and tired from studying, he'll pry you away from the books and hold you in his arms, telling you to sleep and that you needed rest too. he'll lightly scold you for not taking care of yourself and make sure you're eating your meals on time not pushing yourself too hard.

college bf!jun who always manages to light you up even on some of your worst days. he's your pillar and someone who's been there for you no matter what.

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#jun would be such a goofy and sweet bf #skye's writing #k-labels #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt soft hours #svt scenarios #svt x reader #svt drabbles #jun imagines #jun fluff #jun x reader

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waterdeep-weavemoss · 28 days ago

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Tension

Day 16. Astarion x Tav.

Doe was the last to leave. The others had gone up to bed, taking whatever rooms in the tavern they could find. Gale and Shadowheart had sequestered themselves away, Wyll and Karlach were last seen giggling over some bawdy joke, and Lae'zel had pulled some poor unsuspecting tiefling girl up to her room. As far as she knew, Astarion had slunk off- left the tavern entirely, perhaps in search of a meal. So Doe languished by the fire, nursing a glass of red wine. It was sweet with stone fruits, but its edge was sharp, and she made a face as it went down.

She lost track of time entirely, watching the flames die down. The distant sounds of talk and... other activities floated down from overhead, but she ignored them. It was peaceful, alone. Nobody expected anything from her, nobody needed her, nobody had to watch her back. She could simply be who she was, and let the thousand masks she wore each day fall away.

She felt him return before she saw him. 'You were out a long time.'

'Yes, well,' he said softly, padding over to take the seat opposite her. 'I had to clear my head.'

'Mmm. It's been a tough few days.'

He watched her with burning red eyes. 'Exceedingly.'

'This will all be done soon. Then we can go back to our lives.'

'Well, if it could hurry,' he groused, crossing his arms. 'Your presence is starting to get painful.'

'Excuse me?' Doe felt her hackles raise, calm dissipating in a rush of indignation. 'The hells does that mean?'

'Oh darling don't be obtuse. As if you haven't noticed. I think you do it on purpose.'

''Do what?' Doe's voice raised as she got to her feet. 'Do tell me, Astariion, because I'm pretty sure nothing I do is good enough for you. Enlighten me.'

'Don't be foolish.' He fixed her with a sharp glare, slowly rose to his feet.

'Hey, you insulted me-'

'Gods, woman, you're infuriating sometimes! You have no fucking idea! None at all!' His voice was urgent, exasperated.

'So tell me!' she cried.

'I'll do one better,' he growled, stalking forward. 'I'll show you.'

And then his hands were on her shoulders and pushing her back against the wall, mouth falling to hers before she could protest. She whimpered, blooming beneath him to feel his cool tongue in her mouth, the sharp sting of fang against lip. His hands slid down her arms to grasp her wrists, pinning her with his body to the rough stone. 'You have tormented me since I met you,' he breathed, pulling back. 'You're a clever girl. You must know the affect you have on me, you wretched, beautiful, treacherous little minx.'

'I had no idea,' she gasped. 'I didn't think-'

'Clearly,' he said, kissing her hard, desperately, moaning passionately as he grasped her hips. 'Do you want this?'

'Yes.'

'Oh, sweet girl,' he purred. 'I'm going to ruin you.'

He picked her up, walked back to fall into the chair by the fire, holding her securely in his lap. With quick fingers, he unlaced her shirt, pushed it from her shoulders, tossed it aside. He made just as quick work of her trousers and underthings, wholly focused on the task of baring her body. And then he was freeing himself, kissing every part of her he could reach as she sank down onto him. He held a hand over her mouth, eyes glittering wickedly as she cried out into his palm.

'Fuck, you took me so well. Can you stay quiet, pretty girl? Beautiful as your voice is, hearing you sing will have to wait until we're less... public.'

She gripped his shoulders, his free hand bruising on her hip, the fingers on her lips slipping between her teeth. He watched, driving up into her forcefully in long, feral thrusts. She cried out around his fingers, the sound choked off. Her eyes rolled back and he grinned, fangs glinting in the firelight. As she came, he leaned forward to sink his teeth into her breast, drinking his fill even as he chased his own pleasure, the hand on her hip sliding up her spine. He tipped into orgasm holding the nape of her neck, groaning into her skin. His tongue licked at the wounds he'd left; he gazed up at her with half-lidded eyes, drunk on her blood and her body.

'So good for me,' he said, removing his fingers from her mouth. 'Tomorrow night, perhaps you'll be even better, hmm?'

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#astarion x tav #mine #doestarion #kinktober #astarion smut

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justcallmehappy · 6 months ago

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I love your writing so far! can I request a male mc x tamarack and qiu step 2? The scenerio is during school when someone tries to take the mc’s attention and qiu and tamarack sees this and gets jealous

yes ofc anon! enjoy, sorry about how short it is <3

"Jealousy"

(Step 2) Tamarack Baumann x male!MC, Qiu Lin x male!MC

synopsis: You were recently assigned a new project for your global history class; creating a poster on the French Revolution. Luckily for you, you were paired up with your friends! Qiu, Tamarack, and Jack. However, you can't help but notice the jealous glances Qiu and Tamarack send your way when you speak to your other friend.

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"Great, great, great!"

You can't help but grin to yourself as you look at the three friends you were assigned to a group project with.

Qiu, Tamarack, and Jack!

Well, Tamarack and Qiu weren't friends with Jack.

And Tamarack and Qiu weren't friends.

So... this was really only a good group for you.

...Oh well!

You eagerly wave over the three kids to your table when the teacher instructs everyone to find their group members and start working.

As the three approach, you can see Tamarack practically sighing in relief that she was paired with you, Qiu walking with a pep in their step, and Jack grinning widely.

The latter sidles into the seat next to you, greeting you enthusiastically.

"I'm so glad we're in the same group! You're the best in class when it comes to history and I'm pretty terrible, so... yeah!" He chuckles, earning a smile from you in return.

What you didn't notice was how both Tamarack and Qiu stopped in place, staring at the boy next to you. Tamarack had a quiet disdain for the boy, while Qiu was just flat out glaring at him.

You frown when you notice the seats across from you are still vacant, and promptly tilt your head back to look at your neighbors.

"Are you guys going to sit? We need to figure out who's doing what."

Their gazes shift over to you, Qiu's losing it's edge and Tamarack's gaining a little more edge.

"...Yeah, yeah." Qiu mutters and makes their way over to the seat directly across from you. Tamarack visibly bristles when she realizes she can't sit across from you.

Though, that small glimpse of extreme jealousy is gone within the blink of an eye. The golden haired girl smiles at you and sits in the seat next to Qiu, across from Jack.

"So!" Jack claps his hands, grinning. "As (Name) was saying, who's doing what?"

"I can research what we need to write." Tamarack murmurs softly, absentmindedly picking at her skirt.

"...I'll draw." Qiu mutters, gaze hard set on the table.

"I can write everything, then." You volunteer, seeing as there's really nothing else to do.

"Oh, I'll help you. I have good handwriting."

"Cool." You grin, shooting Jack a thumbs up. He eagerly returns it, laughing slightly.

For any onlookers, this scene would probably give them whiplash.

On your side of the table, all is well. Great, even! You and Jack are laughing and joking with one another, lightheartedly teasing each other's handwriting.

However, on the other side of the table, you can practically see the jealousy radiating off of the two students.

Tamarack is quietly typing away at her computer, sending small, jealous glances your way. Once, Jack accidentally bumps your shoulder when he was laughing, and when that happened, Tamarack let out a small yelp.

Frowning, you glance over to her. Her cheeks are bright red in embarassment.

"You okay, Tam?" You gently ask, concern written all over your face. She just squeaks out a yeah, saying how she accidentally deleted the tab she was looking at.

However, the student next to her was the exact opposite.

Qiu's arms are crossed over their chest, and they are openly glaring at Jack. Every once in a while, you send Qiu a concerned look and they just shrug, never once taking their eyes off of the boy.

You genuinely can't tell if Jack is too dense to notice the obvious signs of dislike thrown his way or if he's just choosing to ignore it.

You let out a nervous chuckle, earning worried looks from your group members.

It's funny how just how one thing that might seem off with you takes Tamarack and Qiu's attention away from the boy next to you.

You laugh at the thought, and worry turns to confusion.

However, you feel like Qiu can figure out what you're laughing about because they frown, averting their attention from you and staring at the table stubbornly.

Tamarack and Jack look helplessly between you two, Qiu pouting with crossed arms and you just chuckling at them.

"Anyway," Your laughing subsides and you look away from Qiu, grinning at the three of them.

"Can we actually work on the project now?"

#now and forever #fics #our life #our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #jealousy #cute

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spatialwave · 1 year ago

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jordan teaching marie how to play their favorite video games cuz "im just a kid addicted to their playstation <\3"

oh lord, you’ve definitely asked this question to the right person. i’ve been dying to write something like this! 🩵 word count: 959

jordan was always the same kid that was addicted to their playstation. even as an adult, it held true. it was a comfort to them. a way to decompress after the heaviness of their hectic life took its toll. the sound of the playstation turning on, the feel of the controller in their hands - they could play for hours on end. it was their happy place.

they often played their games alone, single-player games they could get lost in. they never played any of the bullshit vought superhero games, preferring spiderman or batman. the other ones felt too real.

though, their favourite was the last of us. they'd played it too many times to count on both hands. they fell in love with the richness of the story and the characters, most of all, the soundtrack that pulled at their heartstrings.

late one evening jordan had finally finished up their coursework with a few hours to spare before they would settle into bed. their eyes lingered on the playstation hooked up to their tv; they couldn't resist.

soon they were sitting on an armchair just a few feet from the tv, dressed down in a pair of loose boxers and a white sleeveless top. they had only gone as far as to hover over a 'new save file' when there was a knock on the door. a heavy sigh came from them as they begrudgingly set the controller on the armrest and walked to the door with heavy feet.

"what do you want?" their voice was sharp, pointed and filled with annoyance, as they pulled open the door. their expression softened when they saw marie, "oh."

"bad time?" she asked, hands clasping in front of her.

"no, no. i mean... yeah, no." jordan replied, wondering how honest they should be. this was the first time in weeks they managed to free up some time to play.

"it's cool, jordan. it can be a bad time." marie insisted, the last thing she wanted was to impose on their time. though, it was one of those nights where she was hoping to curl up beside them and 'accidentally' fall asleep in their room.

jordan let out a chuckle through their nose, opening the door wider, "it doesn't have to be a bad time if you don't mind me... playing a game." they motioned towards their television set-up, looking sheepish.

"oh, you're a gamer?" marie teased as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. not once did her eyes leave the tv screen, jordan took notice of it.

"you haven't played before?" they asked, walking back to their armchair, grabbing onto the controller and waving it slightly.

marie shook her head, "no. we didn't really have the luxury of having that kind of stuff," she admitted, "i can watch."

jordan's eyes widened slightly as an idea formed in their head, a smile spreading on their lips, "do you want to play?"

marie shook her head, "i've never played before, jordan. i, uh, i wouldn't even know where to start. it's okay," she laughed softly.

jordan tilted their head slightly, still giving that small smile as they settled back into the armchair and gestured for marie to follow. she was hesitant, but how could she say no to that smile?

not even minutes later, marie was fully settled in jordan's lap with the playstation controller in her hand. it was a funny ordeal, being told by jordan several times 'not that one' when she tried to interact with something onscreen, but pressed the wrong button and instead made the character jump. this was the happiest that she'd ever seen jordan, looking at them for a brief second to see the biggest smile on their face.

"okay, jordan, this is getting a little freaky," marie murmured after she played a bit more, no longer needing to ask jordan what to do every few seconds, but still taking her sweet time, "like... really freaky."

"are you scared?" they smirked, their arms snaking around marie's waist as they leaned against her and watched intently.

"no, not scared. i just didn't realize you were into horror stuff," she murmured, her voice trailing off a little as she fixated on the television. she understood why jordan liked this so much, it was almost like controlling a movie. it was beautiful.

more time passed, filled with jordan directing her on where to go or marie asking questions to which they would reply with 'just play and you'll find out'. it was fun. so much fucking fun.

but then, as all the last of us fans know, the ending of the intro scene came. marie was playing, then suddenly she was completely absorbed into the cutscene. she sat forward on jordan's lap and just stared with her jaw hanging open.

the title card hit the screen and jordan moved to pause the game, eyes looking up at marie.

"are you- oh my god, marie."

she turned back to look at them, tears welling up in her eyes, "you didn't tell me it was sad," she whimpered, a few of the tears rolling down her cheeks, "why would you make me play it?"

"i'm sorry," jordan couldn't help but let out a laugh at the situation that was unfolding, reminiscing about the first time they played and sobbed into their pillow for an hour before continuing, "i didn't think you'd cry." they stifled their laughter as much as they could, their hands running along marie's sides and lips peppering kisses against her bare shoulder to help soothe her.

the rest of the night was spent laying in their bed consoling marie, who would be fine... then she would remember the game and start crying again. jordan loved marie, and her compassionate heart, so damn much.

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #this one is for tlou fans hehe #wordsbyspatial #spatialanswers

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“𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡..”

★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。＼｜／。★

♡ — notes yuji x reader, yuji being a cutie, fluff to angst, gn!reader, bad writing, might make this a series with other characters <3 (i made this in the middle of the night so spare me)

★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。＼｜／。★

𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦.. 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭..

𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 wanted 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

yuji sat inside the classroom, wondering what to do since his friends had plans. EVEN GOJO WAS BUSY. it was like this most of the time though. it could be worst you know. he could be dead right now. yuji got over his little moment of silence and stood up to go home. he noticed somebody pass by. it was ____ . yuji never really talked to them but he thought they were really cool. "hey, ____ !" yuji waved over at them. they turned around and waved back. "why are you still here itadori?" ____ asks. "don't you go wtih megumi and nobara after class?" yuuji looks down embarrassed, "well not all the time..but are you dong anything? maybe we could do something!" he quickly changed the conversation. __ smiled, "no, im not doing anything. what'd you have in mind?" these really had no idea what to do together, they didn't know much about each other. but they walked around a couple of stores in the city to find something that can catch their eyes. there was a close figure store that caught yuuji's eyes. he out his face to the window as his eyes lit up at the figure he was waiting so long to get. "you watch (show name) too, itadori?!" __ questioned. yuuji looks back at them. "duhh!! it's my favorite show!" both of their eyes light up at each other. "marathon at my place?!" "of course!" the two had a sleepover at ____'s place getting to know each other and sitting together screaming to each other aboutt (show name). " ____ where's your family? you mentioned them before but there not here." "oh, they're at (country name) still. i was living with a very close friend of my mom before having enough money to buy this place." "you're lonely too huh?" "what?" ____ looked at yuuji. "it's just me at home...that's kind of the reason i asked if we could hang out." yuuji and ____ lock eyes and smile. "well.. how about from now on you could come over whenever you like. i don't care how long you stay." ____ said with a smile. yuuji hesitated for a sec but agrees. they finally had the company they wanted.

yuuji stares down at a completely lifeless ____ in a hospital bed. he felt so many emotions but the only one visible was betrayal and shock. its been about 3 weeks he's been staying at ____'s place, and the other noticed how close you two were. it just hurts seeing lose another close person. he hated being a vessel even more.. maybe if he never got close to you, you wouldn't have gone out like this. why did it have to be the day he was gonna confess to you? he just wanted to love you and you to love him.

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♡ — author note srry its so bad, i don't know how to write but i'll write more of this cause i like it ♡

#jjk #jjk x reader #yuji itadori #jjk angst #x reader #black reader #yuji x reader #gn reader

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anna1306 · 2 years ago

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The Gone Prince

Daemon Targaryen x brother!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: homophobia, internalised homophobia, little (compared to all the Westeros) violence, family abuse, swearing

Here it is, my first fic on HOTD. I really hope you will like it. It ended up longer than I expected it, and I am full of doubts. But I am ready to hear critique and any comment you have. Or if you suddenly have a request c:

Summary: Daemon and Y/N Targaryens were very close since their childhood. Little did anyone know how exactly brothers were close before the elder one went away.

97 AC

That was one of the happiest, but usual late nights in the Red Keep. Daemon tiredly laughed, falling back on his bed. You could only smile, seeing him like this, falling on the bed beside him, breathing heavily.

"You are awfully happy, brother." You noticed with a smirk. Younger Targaryen giggled, turning on his side, your previous activities didn't hamper his movements even for a moment. The only indication of your previous activities was his own heavy breath and sticky thighs.

"Shouldn't I be happy about my elder brother being alright?" He asked with an innocent face. You knew better than to believe that act. He was never innocent, not even in your first night.

He stood before you, determined and stubborn look in his eyes. He always got like this whenever he was set on achieving some goal of his. You looked at him atop the book you read.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Finally you said, noticing a hint of fear in his eyes. But the second you returned your attention to the book, he crossed all the distance between you, ripping it from your hands and throwing it away. Daemon sat on your lap, lacking all of the shame he should have had. For the man, who came in his night shirt and breeches to the other man's quarters at night. For the man, who closed the door after sending away the only guard who could be the witness. For the man, who said that he wanted to lay as one with his elder brother.

"You know what I'm talking about, Y/N. I saw your stares at me. And you saw mine. I have experience. I always know what I want, I am not a child. And I know that I want you. As you want me" He breathed in your lips. It was the first time you gave in to the passion burning inside the youngest Targaryen. And oh how many more times like that there would be.

"Why shouldn't I be alright? I am not that much older so that the night of love may kill me." You poked his side. Daemon dropped his act, catching your hand and intertwining your fingers.

"I would certainly hope not, it would be such a shame." He scoffed, moving closer to you, his face turning sour for a moment. "But when I saw you on the hunt earlier, covered with blood... For a second there I just..."

"Oh, Daemon..." You cooed at your brother, noticing his darkened expression. After all these years you could easily tell the difference between his act and real feelings. He was really disturbed. You embraced him with one hand, bringing him closer to you. His naked body, that didn't cool down yet after sex, pressed readily into yours, as you gently kissed his forehead, holding him in your hands softly. "I am alright. And you had great deer for that dinner, hadn't you?"

"It was good." Daemon nodded, not looking at you. "But next time I am going to come with you." He suddenly added. You smiled at his enthusiasm.

"Have a pity for Viserys. He has enough troubles trying to find me in the woods, he would go mad if I take you with me and we would both disappear." You couldn't help, but pull the young man closer, kissing him shortly. You just couldn't get enough of him. Not that your brother minded.

"Viserys is busy with father. Being heir's heir, you know." He scoffed, making you look at him more attentively. Daemon had little care for the succession in your family. He wasn't going to be a king ever, that was what every maester told him. Those were the whispers of the court. That was a common knowledge. Even if something were to happen with Viserys, there were you, the second son of prince Baelon. Daemon, being the youngest one, was the least to success anything. And still, every time he spoke about your elder brother or father and their royal business, that took all of their attention, you couldn't help but hear... Pity in Daemon's voice? Or was it just your imagination?

"Well... That's the downs of being the elder son." You shrugged, rubbing your thumb over his palm, hoping it would soothe the possible worries of his. "He still loves you, you know. Both of them love you." You knew how important to him was your father's and brother's approval, no matter how busy they were. And you reassured him times and times again that he wasn't an empty place.

"I know." He whispered back. Daemon looked at you again, with determination in his eyes. "But I don't care."

"Is that so?" You scoffed, letting go of his hand and looking at your younger brother, as he sat on the mess that became of his bed.

"I don't care about them. What matters is that you love me." Daemon whispered stubbornly, pointing out every word, like he tried to prove to you his feelings about it.

"My love is enough for you? Never took you for someone who is satisfied with so little." You looked at him softly, seeing how fires started dancing in his darkening eyes.

He was a troublemaker. Since he learned how to walk and talk, he began to tease everyone and causing troubles all around the Red Keep. He showed his tongue to anyone, who scolded him, even to his father (when he didn't see it, of course). But when it was you, who scolded him, he never did anything like this again. He always looked up to you and even if you were closer to Viserys in your age, younger than him only by a year, Daemon always favoured you more than anyone else. You were literally inseparable from each other. You remembered your grandmother sharing with you once about how if Daemon was born a princess, she wouldn't think twice on how to manage the marriages in the family. Oh, if only she knew how right she was in her thoughts...

"Your love isn't a small deal. And your cock definitely isn't." Daemon added with a smirk of his. You laughed at his humour, throwing your head back. At this your brother smacked your shoulder. "I am serious. I don't care for anyone or anything else. As long as you are with me."

You sighed, looking at Daemon, who watched you like a hawk. Every movement, each expression of your face, he never looked away. You sat on his bed, ruffling his white hair, which only started to grow back after one of his impulsive haircuts.

"I will never leave you, I promise, ñuha zaldrīzes (my dragon)." You whispered, kissing him shortly. "Whoever stands beside me, my heart is only yours."

"I will kill anyone who dares to even stand near you." Daemon feverishly whispered, taking your face in his hands. He looked almost crazy, obsessed. You guessed it was blood of dragons speaking inside of him, as you sometimes felt the same towards him. "You are mine. Only mine. Not theirs."

"You do understand, that one day I will have to take a wife." You carefully took his chin in your fingers, looking in your brother's face. He scowled at the mere thought of sharing his brother with someone else. You both weren't idiots. You understood that whatever you had, it couldn't last forever, but you intended to always be his safe space. Whether you would marry someone or he would take someone as his wife, as you both were expected to, you wanted to be the one who he would come to when he had the urge.

"Then I will become your knight. I am the youngest, nothing is expected of me, and I will serve you till my last breath." Your heart clenched at his words. Daemon was smart prince, free-spirit, witty, with strategic mind. He had a great physical form, was a good swordsman and could become a great lord one day. But he was willing to let go of all of that - power, possibility of creating a family, having children - just to be with you, no matter the status.

"We'll see when it comes to this." You answered, not entirely sure that your grandsire would allow this. They would rather have Daemon married to someone for alliance. You didn't want to think that someone will touch him, like you touched and kissed him. He was yours, his mind, body and soul were yours since he was brought into this world.

You closed your eyes, suppressing every thought of this. Getting out of his arms, you stood up from the bed. You were supposed to be the reasonable one. So you had to make a right thing, as you reached for your breeches on the floor.

"You don't believe that I will serve you." Daemon sounded almost offended. You smiled at him, putting your breeches on, not answering anything. As you moved to the mirror in his room to at least try and untangle the mess your brother created out of your hair, you heard shuffling and quiet Valyrian curses behind you. In couple of seconds his pale hands embraced your form from behind.

"Dae..."

"You are my King." He suddenly said, and you looked at him through the mirror. He looked serious, gazing at your face dreamingly. "I don't care who sits the throne. Who will inherit it after. But if I could choose, I would make you the King. And I would bend the knee and serve you. I would make everyone obey you." Daemon pulled away to walk around you and stand in front of you. "I can and I will serve you till my last breath." His eyes sparkled with tease again, as he lowered himself on the floor. You breathed out shakily at his words, your heart shivering at the mere thought of his loyalty to you, let alone his sheer determination.

"I... I need to go, someone will notice me going out from your room in the morning."

"Can't you lie about... I don't know. Brotherly love and horrible nightmares?" Daemon offered innocently, undoing ties that you already managed to tie and freeing your half-hard cock. And how could you ever resist his eyes and that tone of his?

***

You left his chambers at the dawn, while Daemon was still sleeping. This little asshole distracted you enough for you to fall asleep in his bed. You carefully looked around the hall, trying not to be seen. Quickly you followed the way to your own quarters. Just when you were about to turn to your room, the guard in the hall stopped you.

"Prince Baelon wishes to see you."

"I will visit my father before breakfast." You didn't think much of it at first.

"The heir orders for you to come to him at once." This made you furrow your brows. What could be so important at the dawn of the day? You changed your way immediately without questions, following the guard to your father's chambers.

"Father. What has happened this early?" You asked him, looking at him confusedly. He was facing the balcony, not looking at you. There was noone else in this room, but you two. Worry slowly crawled its way into your heart. "Father..."

"The day Alyssa died, I swore to myself that no matter how hard it would be, I would protect you and your brothers." He interrupted you. You couldn't pinpoint his tone, so you opted to just listening to him. "And I thought I was doing a good job. Viserys and you were calm, you listened, Viserys learned. I thought Daemon would be my biggest problem with his free mind and spirit, but even he knew his limits." You didn't interrupt, having no idea where this was going. "And here you are, breaking every gods' rule. You - the least demanding child, the one who I had least troubles with - are becoming my biggest disappointment." He turned around, and you trembled. The tone was understandable now, as you looked at his face. Baelon was angry.

"I don't know what I did, father. Please, tell me so I can fix my mistake." You asked, genuinely not understanding what got him so upset and mad at you.

"Where were you? All this night I was waiting for you." He asked you instead, his stern eyes boring into your soul.

"I was at Daemon's chambers in the evening, we had dinner. And then I went to have a walk..."

"A walk... To Daemon's bed in your underwear?!" You got pale at the sudden realisation of what was going on and why your father was so mad. You tried to think of the way to calm him down.

"I... I don't know what someone told you they have seen, but I assure you..."

"I saw it myself! Saw Daemon before you on his knees. Saw him and you in his bed, doing..." He cut himself off, turning away from you, angrier than you ever saw him ever. This was harder than you thought.

"I can explain..."

"Shut your mouth before I cut out your tongue!" He pointed his finger at you, his usually calm eyes burning with rage. You gulped, not averting your eyes from him even for a second. "How dare you taint him with this?"

"I didn't taint... Daemon isn't that innocent as you think."

"I know about his visits to the Silk street and the whores. But you are his brother! A man! What do you think will happen if anyone knows, if anyone starts the rumours of your brother laying with you as only a woman should lay with a man?! Our family would be disgraced! He would be disgraced!" You lowered your head. It didn't matter what you say, he wouldn't listen now. He was too gone in his anger. "You corrupted him with this. You made him crazy. I heard the traitorous things he said to you. King... You put this in his mind, seducing him, haven't you? Or do you intend to tell me that those were his thoughts and he is at fault here too?" You whipped your head to look at him. You couldn't imagine how father's rage would be directed at Daemon, how proud prince would react and what would happen between them. But you wouldn't dare to bring this upon him, upon your heart, upon you love, upon your whole world. No... You had to take all of his anger upon yourself.

"Give him to me." You dared to provoke him to take his mind off of Daemon. "Let me take him away from the court, away from the capital. Marry me off to some lady of the Vale or somewhere far away. I will take him with me as a knight, noone will ever know a thing, noone would think anything in court or anywhere else." You quietly said, looking at frozen Baelon. He looked at you again and you stepped back, suddenly scared of the calmness on his face that came right after his rage. It was too sudden of a change.

"Out."

"Father, I..." In a second he crossed the distance between you two, hitting you in the jaw with all his strength, sending you flying on the floor.

"Out! Out of my chambers! Out of the Keep! Out of the capital! I don't fucking care about where you will live and how! No brother should do this to his own brother. You are no son of mine anymore!" You looked at him in silent terror, holding the side of your face he had hit. He was exiling you. Just for the... For your love. For one thing he saw and heard. You couldn't fight your own father. Especially not when he was like that. Maybe later you could try and persuade him to talk it out. But for now you had to obey.

"As you wish... I will say goodbye and..."

"No! You will leave the capital at once! You are not to approach any of your brothers ever again! You are dead to this family. You taint and corrupt everything you touch. My blood couldn't produce something like you. Fucking sinner. Horrible leech." You shook your head in disbelief, your eyes widening at the sudden realisation that he wasn't going to explain anything to your family. To Daemon.

"No, let me say goodbye, let me explain to them, I beg you..."

"Guards!" Baelon roared, stepping away from you, his disappointment written all over his face. "Throw him out of the Keep!" He ordered them. Guards hesitated only for a second, but still obeyed the heir. You tried to fight back and screamed for your father to listen to you, but to no avail. You were escorted from the Keep in mere minutes.

You knew you couldn't reach out to anyone now. You had no choice, but to step back. You headed to the Dragonpit, to your dragon, your proudness. You weren't sure if father gave any orders about you, but the only dragonkeeper you met, turned away, making it look like he never saw you. Your dragon met you halfway, feeling your distraught, the three of them bending down their heads, almost surrounding you with them, wishing to bring you comfort. You flew from the King's Landing at the same hour.

You found a shelter in Braavos. It took some time for you to negotiate with the Sealord the conditions of your dragon being near the city and you taking shelter in one of the houses. But when you managed to do that, when you managed to settle down, first thing you did - you sat and wrote several letters, to Daemon, to Viserys, even to your grandmother, Alysanne, she had to help you. You waited days, weeks for the answer, for anything. You had hope.

It was at night, almost moon later, when you got a box from the King's Landing. In it were all your ravens with broken necks, each and every one of them that you sent to your family. And a short letter from the Queen with only one word.

Sorry

You were alone now. You understood it at that moment that nothing will change the fact that your family abandoned you. You screamed into the darkness of the night, as your dragon screamed three times harder with you.

***

120 AC

Sounds of clashing swords could be heard long beyond the territory outside the city. You called it your training grounds. Your friend called it the Place of Prince's humiliation.

"Be careful, Y/N." Raphael laughed, when you landed on your ass once again. You cursed at him, standing up quickly and breathing hard.

"Don't be so cocky. It's hard to learn new style of fighting so late!" You took your sword once again, feeling a bit frustrated. You didn't know why you agreed to do this at this point. Your opponent and your friend of the last five years tried to teach you braavosi fighting style. And you just couldn't help, but be awkward, mixing steps and falling again and again.

"It amuses me, Free Prince, that after all this time here you never tried to learn the way of water." Tha man smiled widely, giving you some space, looking around you both and suddenly stopping. "Looks like it's time for some break." Raphael smirked, nodding at the woman that was slowly and hesitantly approaching you both. You glanced at her with a little smile, breathing out.

"Don't be afraid Agueda, they are not here." You noticed the way she glanced at the sky. Your dragon became normal thing for Braavos after all those years, but rare people tried to come closer to them. And even if Agueda owned the house you lived in for the last nine years, she never really got used to the 'three-headed menace', as she called them.

"I'm not afraid of your pet, just nervous." She defended herself stubbornly. The woman had never admitted her weaknesses, you admired that trait of hers. She stopped to catch her breath for a minute, stretching her hand to you with some scroll in it. "There was a messenger."

"For me?" You looked at her in surprise, sheathing your sword. "From whom?"

"From someone in King's Landing." You lost your joy in an instant. It was almost a letter from another life. You were different and times were different. For all those years alone here everything you could find out were just little bits of information from sailors and merchants. Queen's death, your father's death, The Old King... Coronation of Viserys, birth of the only child of his, death of Aemma and so on. Noone of them tried to reach you, to bring you back. Noone wrote to you. All you had - pieces of information about your family, told to you by several people.

You never tried to reach out to them yourself. You wouldn't dare. Not after your father burned all the bridges. Your grandmother's note wasn't the only one you got. All those years ago your father wrote to you. Prince Baelon was tired of your 'pathetic notes' you still tried to send. He called you names, told you in his letter how disgusted he was with you. And if you would dare to taint their (their, not your) family again, he would find you and burn you alive after punishing the ones who helped you reach out to them. So you didn't even dream about hearing from them again. Especially hearing from Him.

Daemon. The Rogue Prince. The victor of the war on the Stepstones. The husband of Lady Velaryon. He lived in Pentos for some time and oh how strong you wanted to go there. To visit him. Just to see him. To look how much he had changed since that night you hold him in your arms last time. You almost joined the caravan to Pentos. But at the last moment you forced yourself to stay in your place. He had his own life now. He probably hated you for leaving him behind. It was better for him to hate you.

You took the scroll with shaking hands and stepped to the side, opening it. Slowly your eyes went through the text, reading it. It was Viserys, you still remembered his handwriting after all these years, though it became more... Regal. His words were accurate, phrases - cautious, but something in the letter sounded almost desperate.

"What, Free Prince is not so free anymore?" Raphael called after some time of no reaction from you, teasing. But when you didn't answer and just stared in the distance with no sign of joy, he furrowed his brows. "Is something wrong?"

"My brother asks me to come back." You said quietly, turning around and looking at your friends. Agueda sighed and shrugged.

"When are you leaving? And don't tell me anything else, I know you want to. You blew my head with words of how much you miss your home and family." This woman was too perceptive. You were scared of her being witch sometimes.

"I don't know if I should." You answered honestly, looking down at the scroll, still contemplating your decision.

"I think you definitely should." Your friend stepped to you with a smirk on his tanned face. "Not every day there is a chance like this. And not every story is as difficult and interesting as yours. Go, our Free Prince. You know that any time you can just hop on this three-headed monster of yours and come back here. I'm sure Agueda won't sell your room to anyone else." Raphael noted, earning a nod from a woman, agreeing with his words. He prepared to leave the ground you used for training. But before the man went away, he touched your shoulder, looking at your face seriously. "And if anything needed... Only one word sent from you and couple of Braavosi dancers and a shadow without a face may just visit the capital." Raphael winked at you, as you nodded, understanding his hint. He meant good, you knew it, but... You had to think about all of it on your own.

***

It felt weird, stepping in King's Landing after all those years. So familiar, yet strange and unknown at the same time. You walked through the streets with your hood on, as to not attract attention to yourself. You passed the artists, merchants, people, the smallfolk whom once you knew and loved. Now they all seemed foreign to you after all those years spent in the different part of the world. You didn't stop to dwell on anything. There was only Keep in your mind, right in front of your eyes.

Did your brother know about what had happened all this time ago? Did he not? What did Baelon say to them? Was this a mistake to come here? Your heart yearned for a chance to explain yourself, to reach out to your family, but most of all, to the person who still owned your heart, mind and desires. But was it worth it? Was it needed? After all, Daemon got better, he found himself a family, he was a father now. And you... You were just a disgrace, you were sinner, a freak, a leech, tainting the reputation of the family. Your own family now didn't know you.

You found yourself staring at the secret entrance of the Keep for some time now. You didn't know how long you stood there in one place, rethinking your decisions about everything over and over again, but your legs started hurting. With a sigh you moved to the entrance. There was no going back. You could go back to the ships and just return to Braavos, but... You wanted to at least try.

Your steps were careful and quiet, the memories of your own screams echoing through your mind. You were afraid to meet guard at another turn, who would escort you out once again. But every corner you turned was empty, and you breathed in the air of your home with a little smile. After the loud town, the silence of the long halls was almost deafening.

You figured out that Viserys was now residing in king's bedroom, so you went exactly there, remembering the path as you went. Wondering through long corridors, looking at every change there was. Once you reached the hall you needed, you were surprised that noone was guarding king's door. There were only two knights at the end of the corridor, not even looking at the passage you came through. Was they too sure of their safety? How foolish of them. You carefully opened the door, not wanting to attract attention.

You were met with the sight of familiar bedroom, where some man was hunched over a model on the table. "Valyria," - you understood, once you squinted your eyes enough. You turned your attention to the figure of the person you thought was your elder brother. It had to be him.

"It is dangerous not to guard the entrance to your own bedroom, my king." You said carefully and quietly. The figure shivered and froze for a moment. The man quickly stood up and turned to face you, swaying a bit to the side, but holding a hand on a dagger attached to his belt. You smiled, seeing that it was indeed your brother, his features older, but still recognisable to you. So you took off the hood, looking at him almost sheepishly. Viserys stepped back, his eyes widening at the sight of you, hand dropped from the hilt of a dagger.

"Y/N... It's you. You are... Alive. And you are back."

"You asked for me, your Grace." You bowed your head to your brother. Hearing unsteady, but quick steps, you raised your head, just to be met with tight embrace. You wrapped your hands around your brother immediately, your heart and mind were overflown with emotions. You stood still together like this for a moment.

"Y/N... Brother... Let me look at you." He pulled away, still holding your shoulders and looking you over. "You look strong!" He smiled. You shrugged.

"You look old." You offered an awkward joke. Viserys laughed at this, not offended in the slightest.

"I am older, after all." He motioned to the table. You both went to it, him insisting that you sit near him. "I am surprised that you are here. I wasn't even sure you were alive after all those years. But when the rumours of the three-headed dragon residing near Braavos came, I had to take that chance and find you. Have you been there an entire time?"

"Yes. I got lucky that the Sealord let me stay with them in the city. I was sure he's gonna sent me away with the beast of the slaveowners." You scoffed.

"Did you finally name them? I remember you couldn't come up with their names since we were children. And by the way, I didn't hear their roars." The king looked at the sky through the window. You smiled a little.

"Valyris, Rageryx and... Daemoxes." You counted them, only stumbling over one of the names. "I left them in Braavos. Maybe they would follow me here." You told him, meeting his careful gaze. Your brother smiled, his eyes warm.

"I am sure our dragonkeepers still remember how to take care of them." He said. For a minute the room was silent, as you both studied each other with your eyes, and it was you who decided to ask the question that tormented you for days.

"Don't think of me as of ungrateful one, brother, I am happy to be home, to see you alive and well. But why did you ask for me to come here now? After all those years of no letters, no words, no news." Viserys sighed and looked at the model on his table thoughtfully.

"You know how often I dreamt about visiting Old Valyria. To visit the place where we came from. And not just ruins. But the great glorious Valyria. Before it was swallowed by the flames that had created it before. For only dragons can kill dragons." He said gloomily and looked at you seriously. "Our family needs to stay together. To stay strong. Now more than ever. I cannot have you be somewhere far away. It is not fair. A dragon should never be alone. Especially in the hour like this."

"Did you... See something?" You furrowed your brows, trying to understand his words. Unlike others, you believed your brother, when he told you about his dreams. And if he saw something dangerous approaching now, you definitely would like to know it.

"Nothing in particular. But I am no fool. I may be soft. But I am no fool. My family... Our family. I created a rift that is now too big for me to close." Viserys looked sad and guilty of something that you knew nothing of. "I am scared, brother. That this can be the end of us. All of us." You sighed, looking at your brother. It was like you were once again, just some young boy, listening to your elder brother's doubts about duty and responsibility that were put on his shoulders. "I need you here with me."

"How can a prince that wasn't in the court for years mend the family that never knew him?" You asked him, not believing that you could help. Viserys scoffed.

"You were our tie. You mediated the worst arguements between us. Remember the day that father and I argued so much that he unsheathed his sword? You were the one that made us both apologize to each other and see our wrongs." You shook your head, looking away. He was remembering past, the events so long ago they didn't matter now. "And Queen Alysanne's quarrel with Lady Lannister? You managed to convince the proud lioness into talking with our grandmother in civilised manner. But more than your ability to talk with people, I need you. I need my brother near me. Someone who I can fully trust."

"You have Daemon." You reminded him. Viserys suddenly scowled angrily, standing up. Shakily, he went to the window, looking at the courtyard. You didn't interrupt his thoughts.

"He... He changed. After you were gone, he became bitter and different. More rude, rough, he beated every knight he sparred with to the pulp, nearly killing them. And his betrothal? Seven hells, we had to drag him to the septa, he was cursing, screaming and kicking. He isn't the brother you remember. Daemon is violent, obnoxious, unstoppable, insufferable. He made looking after him harder for me with every word he said. And every action of his always has the second meaning." Your heart clenched at the thought. Of course you heard rumours. He didn't become the Rogue Prince overnight after all. And you knew what Viserys didn't. You knew what exactly made him bitter like this. Your exile, your departure lead him to this. Now he was the one getting exiled, and the thought was enough for a wave of guilt to wash over you. "I am too guilty in this. Always trying to limit his words, his influence. Always trusting others rather than my own brother. And when I asked him to come and help me, to fix our relationship, he refused. Daemon hates us both, I think." He turned to you, looking at you bitterly and sadly at the same time. "Why did father let you go?" That took you by surprise.

"Let me... Go?" You looked at him confusedly.

"Father told us that you commited heavy crime and when he wanted to punish you, you chose to go away. He let you take your dragon and you left." You laughed nervously, not believing in what you had just heard. "Is this not true?"

"No, I just... I realised how messed up this sounds." You could have hated your father even more this second. But what good would it do to hate on a dead person. And... Maybe this lie would better stay the truth in their minds. It was for the better. If they would find out that all that time they could bring your home, end your exile that was brought upon you by your father... Viserys already looked guilty of his decisions of which you knew nothing about. No. You couldn't bring more guilt upon his head. "I can't explain you the reason. It wasn't treason, I can say that much."

"Even grandsire agreed with your departure, making it almost look like an exile. What did you do so wrong? Is there any bastard? Murder? What is it?" He pressed the matter, but you looked at him seriously and calmly.

"I won't say, Viserys, don't ask. I know the reason. But there are no white-haired children in Braavos. No skeleton of a victim. There were no consequences to my crime. Only my... You can say exile."

"Your exile brought a lot of consequences on its own..." He snapped back and suddenly clutched his side with a grunt. The man shook his head, when you tried to help him. He walked to the table with what you presumed were medicine from the maesters. "And I want you now to fix them. To serve the realms as you should have. I need you here now, not in Braavos with some merchants."

You sighed, looking at the model on the table again. Were Viserys thoughts and doubts truthful? Were there any possibilities of your house falling prey to its own kin? If so, there should have been no other thoughts, but... If your brother was mistaken and the situation wasn't as gravely as it sounded, you would just get stuck in the court full of the people your own brother-king didn't trust. At the same time you had nothing to lose. You had nothing in Braavos except for a few friends, and they could protect themselves and even prolong their protection to you, whether there should be any need for this. Nothing held you in place.

Though one thing you knew for sure. You wanted to help your family. To be part of it and not just gather some news and rumours like they were strangers to you. You stood up, looking determined at your brother, who finished his medicine and glanced up at your now standing figure.

"I will do what I can for the sake of our family, my king."

***

Daemon loved being in court just for the sake of irritating that cunt of a Hand and his daughter. Just to make sure that they worry about his actions or words. He was thriving off of making their lives miserable and not easier in any case. They hurt his family, he would hurt them. But on the other side...

Daemon hated being in court because of all these snakes and vultures, hiding behind polite words and small smiles, waiting for the right moment to strike. Trust noone and nothing. Not even the ones you think of as your friends. Always prepare for the worst. He learned it the hard way.

So he couldn't say he wanted to come. Not when Rhaenyra was pregnant with their first child, not when the wounds of what had happened on Driftmark were still fresh. But when Viserys asked them all to come, saying that it was extremely important for him, they obeyed, mostly Rhaenyra. She didn't want to hurt her father more, she wanted to see him, wishing for him to forgive them for rushed escape. For their secret wedding. She didn't want to leave him alone with these people. Neither wanted Daemon, even if he didn't say it outloud. So now they all sat at the big table in the throne room, the feast in full swing.

"What is the occasion?" Jacaerys asked them quietly, children not understanding what was going on either. He casted glances at the other side of the table, where queen's children sat, glancing hatefully at them . Rhaenyra caressed his hand with a little smile. She was tired by her pregnancy and long journey, but still happy and glowing.

"Our King asked us to be present. Don't fret too much." She leaned back on her chair and glanced at her husband. "Daemon, maybe you know? Are there any rumours?" She quietly asked. Prince shrugged.

"No idea." He answered shortly, looking at the whole court attending the feast that was thrown for whatever reason there was. The fact that the Queen left empty seat beside herself spoke louder than rumours. An important guest? Possible. But throwing a feast for someone coming in the capital?

The food was rich, wine was flowing, festive music was playing, overlaying the voices of court, talking with each other. It looked like another wedding. Daemon scoffed to his thoughts. If there was another wedding and there wouldn't be any murder by the end of it, he would be thoroughly disappointed. Finally, the King stood up, the music quieted down and the court got silent. Daemon prepared to listen to what he had to say, genuinely curious to what was going on.

"My lords! My ladies! Our feast is of no usual cause. For today is the big day for my family and for the crown." He started. "Many years ago, my family made a decision that had dire consequences for all of us. And I decided to fix mistake that was made long ago. To mend the rift that caused a lot of pain in our family. Today is the day I am happy man again. As this is the day my brother returns." Daemon's smirk went out as fast as if the wind blew it away. It couldn't be... Noticing the movement out of the corner of his eye, he immediately glanced at the man entering the throne room and his whole body tensed up.

It was you. Y/N. His lēkia (elder brother). The three-headed dragon. The Gone Prince. The man, who plagued his dreams many years ago. The man, who visited his nightmares from time to time. The one he had loved so much, he hated with all his being now.

"You can't possibly ask me this question... Don't wiggle!" You turned his head again. Daemon groaned, he didn't like anyone touching his hair, but your fingers always brought him comfort.

"What? I just asked when you understood that you love me. Was it after our third night?" He fiddled with his fingers, while you gently braid his hair, intertwining the strands in the pattern only you knew.

"Interesting question..." You mused from behind him. For a moment there was silence, but when Targaryen wanted to ask you again, you continued. "I guess the first time I was able to hold you. You were small, nearly a year. Me and Viserys sneaked into the nursery, we wanted to look at you without the entourage of maesters and mother's maids, you know?" Daemon scoffed, knowing full well just how pestering they could be.

"You fell in love with an infant?"

"I fell in love with you, Daemon. Viserys was afraid he would drop you, so I took you in my arms myself. You fit in my hands just right. And when you opened your eyes and looked at me... Oh..." You put your hands on his shoulders and kissed his head. "I knew I would die for you." Daemon pressed his lips together and turned to you carefully, to not disturb your work on his hair.

"I want to know you my whole life. You were at the start of it. Don't... Don't die before me. I want your love for my whole life." He asked in a whisper. You were slowly becoming his beacon. You sometimes joked he became obsessed and got you obsessed with him in the process. What started as a fling with the one you knew, grew into once a month thing. Once a week. And now the youngest prince wasn't sure there could be a day he could go without seeing you.

"Ñuha prūmia (my heart)." You whispered, as you bent to him, placing your hands on his cheeks. "Kivin (I promise), I will always love you. And I will never leave you alone. I swear."

You left him at the dawn of the day, shortly after his ten and sixth nameday. You left him alone, without letter or any explanation. Without any word his whole world betrayed him

And now you were back. Alive, well, almost happy to stand there without any guilt or doubt. Daemon tuned out Viserys' voice, his centre of attention at the man before him. He didn't feel his fingers gripping the hilt of his dagger, emotions overflowing him. Slice your throat, cut your head away, away with your posture, smile, eyes, off with you in his life again...

"Daemon?" He shivered, whipping his head to look at worried and confused Rhaenyra. She held her hand on his wrist in which he gripped his dagger. "Are you alright, my love?" The court burst with ovations, as the man in front of the table bowed to the King and went to sit at the table. At the fucking spot next to the Queen. Daemon took the goblet with the wine, drinking it down with one big gulp.

"More than ever..."

***

It was unusual for you. Something long forgotten from the other life. There were no such rich celebrations in your honour in Braavos. Good dinner with couple of your friends or people whom you helped, maybe. But not this. Feasts with the whole court attending, big family at the table... It made you nostalgic.

Alicent was friendly enough. She talked with you, introduced her children to you. She tried to seem nice and pleasant. But you never forgot the lessons of the Good Queen. You always seeked out more in people than they showed. You noticed in her eyes something bigger than usual politeness. Something more. She chose her words carefully, she used only hushed and warm tones of her voice. There were different reasons for her friendliness, you just knew it.

While the Queen was talking about something, you were looking around the court. Different houses, both familiar and unknown faces. Your gaze went to the royal table. Your niece, Rhaenyra, her sons and...

You shivered, meeting Daemon's hard stare calmly. You remembered when everything was different. His eyes, once burning with passion for you, lightening up every time he saw you. His open face, his wish and happiness to talk with you. His longing to go with you to the end of the world and beyond it. Now his face was unreadable to you. His eyes were cold and almost menacing. Daemon hated you. He should be, your father made sure of that, lying to them about you leaving on your own accord. But he achieved his goal of prying you out of your brother's heart, leaving no roots of the love you shared.

Looking at how Daemon looked after his wife, your heart clenched. He poured her drink, whispered something to her, as she smiled at her husband. You downed your wine in one gulp. There was no point in telling him the truth now. Your heart could take it, even if the thought alone hurt like hell.

You weren't his King anymore, for he had the Queen now. And you... You were just gone.

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