#ohhh this is tasty angst potential

[midnightwind]

hhhhuh there's.... there's a decent chance that a Rook de Riva would have been there when Viago took control of the House.... might have even helped....

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I don’t know if it’s just because I’m aroace myself or because it’s the effect your writing has on me but stsg x aroace reader has been on my mind NONSTOP 😭 what have you done to me. This is literally just my idea and take on it feel free to ignore my silly little ramble I’m actually insane <33

I feel like dynamics where there’s some obstruction of sorts from it being just a regular happy healthy relationship is my fav ever because. It means there’s so much more yearning and pining involved and it’s so much more emotional I LOVE ITTTAUGHH and aroace spec reader is a great example of that. I feel like the main kinda reasoning (“obstruction”) would be how reader views the relationship they have with stsg and how they feel about it, the way it’s supposed to be just a regular platonic friendship but there’s so much unaddressed care and deep rooted love (that maybe reader doesn’t want to address) and it’s just a confusing mess of emotions. Reader being hesitant to accept that maybe it’s more than just a friendship because they aren’t 100% sure what those complex feelings that undoubtedly come with being ‘friends’ with stsg are. AND aside from aroace reader, a reader with intimacy/trust/abandonment issues or trauma that hasn’t been unpacked (take your pick!!) while it is the same kinda theme (basically just reader’s hesitance to have to face and attempt to understand their own emotions) it’s just. AUGH!! It’s such a yummy idea to me there are so many scenarios. Maybe reader just doesn’t want to be helped or is too untrusting/scared to open themselves up and be vulnerable with people again, is kinda introverted maybe, just generally like. Lost. almost as if they don’t really have a place anywhere? They don’t feel particularly special and they’re just painfully conscious of their own negative emotions + their own loneliness?? Are you seeing what I’m seeing. The type of person that could be in a room full of people and still not feel any less alone. In a way they’re a lot like sugu!!! OHHH HOW IT WOULD BREAK SUGUS HEART I ALREADY HAVE A VISION!!!! Him seeing himself in reader. Dear lord. The understanding that bond would create and him slowly coaxing reader into becoming more emotionally open because he gets it, sugu is so special because there’s an unspoken understanding between him and reader that they’re kindred spirits. as I’m writing this I am literally imagining reader and sugu sitting by the sea late at night. The sea is where lost doomed people that are overwhelmed by their own grief belong!!!! Can you hear my heart shattering and can you tell how much I love angst 😇😇😇 takes a deep sigh and leans back in my expensive chair as I dramatically overlook the city below me. Another day of being a stsg fan forcing everyone else to suffer with me because nobody in the jjk fandom will ever feel joy again

OLLIE MY DEAREST ohhhhh reading this made me so :(((( so so emotional AND I AGREE COMPLETELY what if i told you this is literally exactly what i had in mind………… we’re so connected fr

(this got Very long 😭😭 you have been warned!!)

FIRST OFF it’s crazy that you specifically mention The Sea bc !!!!! when i thought of the aroace!reader stsg fic i immediately envisioned them sitting by the sea under the stars :> i might’ve mentioned that but i don’t Think i did …… IT REALLY IS THE PERFECT PLACE FOR LOST SOULS DOOMED SOULS GRIEFSTRICKEN SOULS ETC ETC IT’S TRUE IT’S TRUEEEE i think it’s perfect for sugu/reader especially !!! T_T more on that later tho…

but okok let’s get into this I’M OVERJOYED THAT YOU’RE INTO AROACE!READER/STSG BTW I THINK IT’S SUCH A TASTY CONCEPT ….. from one aspec to another i am equally insane abt them i just. think there’s so much potential there…..

some of the things i love writing about most are 1) the blurry lines between platonic/romantic love (one of my gojo fics was actually written w a qp relationship in mind :33) and 2) the difficult parts of love/the fear of intimacy in general… it’s something i like exploring because it’s interesting + i don’t see it in fanfic often and. idk!! i just think it’s important to me that i depict a kind of love that’s very tender and healing and careful. especially since i literally only write for characters who have intimacy issues themselves LMAO

I feel like dynamics where there’s some obstruction of sorts from it being just a regular happy healthy relationship is my fav ever because. It means there’s so much more yearning and pining involved and it’s so much more emotional I LOVE ITTTAUGHH

LITERALLY THIS you put it so perfectly ollie.. T_T love with obstructions is alwaysss most interesting to me …. AND I AGREE!! if i ever end up writing this fic the focus will definitely be on reader and how they view love!! being on the spectrum is genuinely so isolating sometimes and i feel like that’s comparable to the kind of isolation stsg carry with them :’3 none of you can fully understand the others’ individual hardships but with a lot of understanding and respect i think it would go well.

… honestly i hc both gojo and geto as being on the spectrum themselves LMAO but maybe i’ll avoid those hcs to make the fic more interesting 😭😭 ace demiromantic gojo + demisexual sugu are soooo real to me they’re my pookies <333

it’s supposed to be just a regular platonic friendship but there’s so much unaddressed care and deep rooted love (that maybe reader doesn’t want to address) and it’s just a confusing mess of emotions.

OLLIE I SWEAR WE’RE CONNECTED THROUGH THE AROACE HIVEMIND BC THIS WAS EXACTLY MY THOUGHT PROCESS TOO 😭😭😭 it’s just such a tasty scenario because i feel like stsg would be in denial about their feelings at first, but then (once they’ve come to terms with it!!) approach reader immediately… i kinda pictured it as stsg already being a couple, and then confessing to reader with the hope of them joining their relationship……… and it’s so difficult because reader doesn’t really know where their feeling lies between platonic and romantic, don’t really care about the specifics, they just know that they love them and cherish them but now they feel pressured to put a label on it and i think that would just make them panic.

and it’s not at all intentional on stsg’s side !!! they’re half expecting reader to reject them, but they’re just so sincere and tender about the confession. and i think that they just won’t be able to understand reader’s feelings even when they try to explain it :’3 because reader does like them. love them. but they don’t know if it’s romantic, and they don’t really want to know. and even if they knew for sure, they might not care for a standard relationship anyway!! it would just take a lot of understanding and support from stsg to even have that conversation without reader running away, but i think they’re both so gentle when it comes to you :(( they’re always willing to hear you out, and even if they don’t understand all the aspects of being aroace, that doesn’t mean they won’t support it.

…. tbh i’m not entirely sure how it’d work out 😭😭 i think it’d have to be kind of vague but i can picture the three of them living together, going grocery shopping and cuddling and whatnot, and there aren’t really any labels there. not for reader anyway. but they all love each other and that’s enough <33

i love how we both started ranting LMAO this concept just means a lot to me so i can’t help but ramble a bit T_T BUT BUT BUTTTTT we still need to talk abt stsg with a reader that has intimacy issues/unpacked trauma… ollie literally every single part of ur ask made me feel insane in the head this is another concept that means a lot to me and i’m SOOO excited that i get to talk abt it with you!!!! :’3 i think i’ve already said this plenty of times but i’ll die on this hill: stsg would be PERFECT for this kind of reader. so loyal and understanding and accepting. they’d be so, so patient because both of them really only care about your happiness!! that’s all!!!!

and tbh i feel like no matter what kind of issues reader has specifically, it all boils down to them having difficulties with vulnerability!! showing it and seeing it and just embracing it as something important and healing. AND that’s perfect for stsg because they’re literally the same LMAO…. and in this case i think that would benefit the relationship as a whole!! it’ll be bumpy at first because i feel like all three of you would encourage the other two to open up, express themselves etc — but then not return that vulnerability. and that just wouldn’t work out!! and i think that would force you to open up, if only so your partners will do the same. same for stsg!! and it’s just soooo tender and raw :(((( but so important!!

i can honestly imagine suguru having the most trouble opening up, even though he’ll be the most insistant that you and satoru do so 😭😭 he’s a big ol hypocrite is what i’m saying. but i can see him dipping his toes into that vulnerability for you, because he knows you won’t get anywhere otherwise and he wants to be a good example for you to follow. it’d make things so much easier for reader because they aren’t the only one who’s having difficulties !! it’s all three of you!! you’re all learning and growing and loving each other so delicately :’3

now on the topic of sugu….

OHHH HOW IT WOULD BREAK SUGUS HEART I ALREADY HAVE A VISION!!!! Him seeing himself in reader. Dear lord. The understanding that bond would create and him slowly coaxing reader into becoming more emotionally open because he gets it, sugu is so special because there’s an unspoken understanding between him and reader that they’re kindred spirits.

THIS THIS THISSSSS OLLIE OUR BRAINS ARE HOLDING HANDS YOU GET IT YOU GET ITTT this is SUCH a great scenario AND IT’S SO REAL TOO… i think sugu would be the mvp in helping reader (NO DISRESPECT TO SATORU i think he would be vital in other ways!!) because like you said!! they’re the same. there’s something so soft and tender in that dynamic :’3 them talking by the sea… about their own loneliness and difficult pasts……. i 100% hc sugu as having had a rough childhood so if reader also did it’d just strenghten their connection even further. i think that what suguru needs more than anything else is understanding, so to receive that from reader, while also being able to give it in return……. yeahhhh. he’s whipped. you’d be talking by the sea looking up at the stars and he would already be thinking of marriage LMAO he’s such a sap to me 😭😭😭 he just has this moment when he realizes that he wants to Protect You Forever and it’s so special to him. he’s your pillar and you’re his anchor. (<- slowly spiralling as we speak I LOVE THIS MAN SO DEARLY…..)

OLLIIIIIEEEEEE THIS MADE ME FUCKING INSANE I’M SO SERIOUS I ALMOST CRIED both these concepts are so good T_T….. i can’t thank u enough for sharing them w me <333 YOU’RE ALWAYS WELCOME IN MY INBOX ILYSM!!!! i really feel like we see stsg the same way i swearrrr it’s the aroace hivemind…… anyway i am looking out at the city right with you………… drinking a glass of orange juice………… pondering stsg…………… they make me so sad/happy/other emotions that i don’t think human beings are supposed to feel 😔😔😔

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Hi, you really write some good stuff! I love the nsfw-alphabets and would love to read more about those brothers lol. Can I request something about Aegon being betrothed to someone a bit older (maybe late 20s/early 30s), I think it would be such an interesting dynamic for his mommy-issue-self. She wouldnt put up with all of his shit, but still be really caring/nurturing.

Hello Nonny! Ohhh this is a very good ask, has potential for tasty angst mhmhmhm :3 I hope you like it, tho I must say writing this dynamic was a challenge for me, I hope I could manage it

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Aegon x Older!Reader

Word count: ~3100

The sky turned into orange, pink and crimson flames as the Sun set, announcing the cool night of mid-spring and the upcoming beginning of the feast that the King held. Highborn lords and ladies awaited the arrival of the royal family, some already drinking the sweet wine and ale, others engaged in group gossiping around the long tables.

You twirled your ring on your index finger, smoothing your finger over the metal you felt the familiar shape of a horned dragon head. It was one of the gifts your betrothed presented you over the years in King's Landing.

The thought of Aegon made you bite the inside of your mouth nervously. It seemed the eldest prince acted very controversial towards you, although supposedly the two of you will soon be married to another. Aside from his gifts that he regularly, and generously bombarded you with, his behavior was questionable.

Sometimes Aegon took great interest in you, having small talks and genuine exchange of ideas; and then, unfortunately more than often he was either drunk, shooting aloof and obnoxious glares towards you, or he completely avoided your presence, sometimes going to the point of fleeing from the room, you just entered.

You couldn't make out his intention yet – was he trying to play a somewhat caring fiance in front of everyone to please his mother's decision or had he trouble coming to terms with the way his life will take a path.

You snapped out of your storming thoughts when the Queen passed you along with her children. You straightened your back, head held high as it was required from a Lady - from a future queen.

"Your Grace." You greeted her looking at your feet as you bowed.

"Lady Norcross. You look delighted tonight, I'm pleased to see you in such a gracious mood." Queen Alicent smiled at you, when you nodded at her compliment.

"I trust it to be a pleasant evening, My Queen." You replied, but the doubts returned to your chest as you saw Aegon behind her.

He wore one of his finest clothes today - black and green, interwoven with gold embroidery.

His gaze looked dull, tired even; almost like a pouting child who did not want to be here tonight. You bowed before him as well, with a plain face you took your place by his side, your arm wrapping over his held out one.

"My Prince." You said quietly as your company began to walk towards the feasting hall.

He nodded with a blink quickly taking your form in, then turning back without a word. Pursing your lips together you walked beside Aegon, already trying to forget about the strained tension floating around you.

To your luck, you could drift your thoughts to the magnificent hall in front of you – the enormous court gleamed in the warm lights of the dozen candles that were lit tonight. Over the walls, on the grand pillars standing on each side of the room, and on the large chandeliers hanging down above the long tables for the highborns, and one main pendant over the dais, where the King's family was seated.

Walking past the crowd, you felt many watchful eyes sticking to your form, observing every step you made.

The hair on your nape rose, knowing the public's opinion will be crucial to the reputation of your status. Tilting up your chin, you walked up to the table with grace, as a member of the royal family would. Behind you and Aegon, Princess Helaena followed along with Prince Aemond, your soon to be sister-in-law wearing her usually contrasting gown than the rest of her family. While Aegon and Aemond wore Targaryen blacks with Hightower greens, Helaena chose a violet silk dress, with nightblue sleeves, standing out with such innocent adoration she held.

You walked up the stairs with Aegon, the young prince took your hand in his as he helped you up, his thumb lightly grazing over your knuckles doing so. You glanced over him, and as you looked into his deep purple eyes you noticed a faint blush over his cheeks, his gaze meek, almost timid.

You rapidly blinked at him, brows furrowing slightly, silently asking for an explanation, what he wanted to tell you with this change, but before you could do anything, Queen Alicent began her opening speech.

“Our house relishes a great honor on this day, for the young Prince Aegon soon to be married to Lady Norcross, joining the two houses together once and for all.” You stood beside your betrothed, scanning the enormous crowd that gathered here today - only for the two of you.

When your family proposed the marriage offer to the Queen, you didn’t even know about it. Only a week later, came the raven, informing you about your new duty to take, needing to travel to King’s Landing in that instant. You had little to no say in the matter, being finally having the chance to step one level further for your noble house.

That was years ago, when the prince was still only, but boy, you on the other hand- a grown woman, already in the age of marriage for some time.

The two of you needed to wait a few years, waiting for Aegon to pass his boyhood, stepping into being a grown man, and when the time had come a month ago, your betrothal came to be an active part of your everyday life, planning and preparing for the marriage.

This night was the official announcement of the joining of the two houses and you’ll soon become Aegon’s legal wife.

You only noticed that the speech was over when a hand tugged on the long sleeves of your dress, pulling you down to sit. It was Aegon, he watched as you took your place with a sour look on his face. That was the last straw you could take in that moment, having enough of his childish behavior.

“If you have any trouble, my Prince” You turned at his side, looking strictly at the table, observing the various lates laid out on the groaning board. “I suggest speaking up about them to me. As your betrothed, I might have some solution that would solve the sour flavor that floats around us, instead of playing mute and avoiding each other as much as possible.”

With a cough Aegon reached for a cup of ale, quickly raising it to his lips, sipping protractedly as you turned to study his features.

He was truly the blood of the dragon, handsome and dashing despite all of his questionable habits. You needed to admit; even if it was his looks, you did not find Aegon to be unpleasant.

After a long moment, with an audible glup he placed his cup down, cleaning his wet lips with the back of his hands he tilted his head towards you.

“I do not have any trouble..My Lady.” He sighed looking into your eyes, but he was quick to look away, at the loud feast. “Especially… certainly not with you.” He mumbled while squirming in his seat, straightening his posture.

“Oh?” You raised your eyebrows at him, hot waves of irritation spreading through your chest as you pursued your lip. “Then I must be mistaken for your lack of interest in getting to know me. After all, we’ve known each other for some years now, at least on a fundamental level, I shall hope this will be enough to live the rest of our lives together.” You expressed.

"What do you want me to do? Sit with you all day long while you sew your embroidery, chatting about nonchalant matters?" Aegon replied with an annoyed tone, pouting as he looked at you again.

Teeth gritting you forced a sour smile to your lips; you bowed your head towards him as a farwell, before turning your attention to Helaena on your other side, already having had enough of him, of this evening.

The hours passed and Aegon stayed silent throughout most of the feast while you enjoyed a quiet and casual conversation with his sister.

The servants came and went with plates, full of grand meals; whole boards and deers, roasted pheasants and pigeons with endless jugs of ale and red wine. The music echoed through the hall, morphing into the endless buzzing of the chatter of people, creating a chacophonich melody that sometimes reached your mind, listening for a moment; then it faded away to the back of your skull.

Aegon’s plate was still half empty when he reached behind his back for his seventh goblet, startling the servant boy who passed the prince’s chair. You watched from the corner of your eyes as he grumbled something to the young boy that sounded much like an insult; turning back, Aegon swallowed the contents of the goblet at once, dropping the metal onto the table, next to the rest of empty jars.

You knew he was getting drunk on purpose, consuming as much alcohol as he could; waking up the next morning with a serious headache, not remembering anything from that night.

You didn’t care, after all if the prince wants to undermine his own reputation so badly, let him; you were only his future wife after all, not his common sense.

Watching the crowd out of boredom you noticed two ladies chatting keenly at the end of the tables, sending rather suggestive, almost provocative glances at Aegon, hiding behind their cups when he noticed them.Both of them wore a fine set of lysine silk dress, the cleavage of their dress leaning beyond appropriate measures.

Swallowing hard, you sat there, beside your fiancé as he caught the gaze of the two women looking them up and down blatantly. Shame and anger boiled in you thinking, and knowing that by now probably half- if not the whole court is aware of this scene — you are getting disrespected and looked over by the prince Aegon as he openly flirts with not one but two highborn ladies.

Teeth gritting you took your own cup which you avoided so far; sipping a generous amount, you let the wine sit on your tongue for a while tasting the sourness of the liquid - you were sure even though it was one of the driest red wine you had that evening, it was no match for the spoiled flavor of your own fuming.

When one of the ladies then winked towards Aegon, and you heard his chair creak as he was about to stand up and leave your side, something took over your mind, not caring anymore what will come, or what will the people think of you and the relationship with Aegon.

Shooting up immediately from your chair, it snapped back on the stone, fearful it would fall over from the force you tossed it away. The front of the hall went almost silent, all eyes looking at your direction, stopping in whatever activity they did — cups stilled in hand, a slice of meat placed in front of their mouth as they were about to consume the soft flesh.

Even the queen stopped her conversation with the hand of the king, with her father, nervously bringing one hand in front of her lips, stare switching from his son form to yours anxiously.

Aegon seemed shocked as well by your action, turning to face you with a puzzled, alarmed expression; eyes wide, he did not move, freezing in his stance.

Before the tension could have gone to extreme measures, you blinked down to the table blankly, one final moment of doubt - should you act bold in front of all these people, should you defend yourself and teach some sense to the young prince, letting the opinion of highborns be changed towards yourself forever; or should you sink back to your seat, letting men do as they please because your just a woman who has no say in their doing, accepting the faith that will come eventually to all wives.

Your lips curved upwards into a charming smile as you looked at your betrothed. Before he could move, you leant closer to him a hand coming to grasp his own that set on the table — skin wet with sweat, yet cold as snow as you intertwined your fingers with his firmly.

“Come, my love.” You spoke brightly, loud enough to be heard even at the long tables, many feets away. “Let us have this dance for ourselves.” You declared, rather than suggested, already leading Aegon away from the table, down the stairs, and through the crowd. The people moved away from your path, eyes wide, mouth open; they watched the two of you enter the middle space, hand in hand, ready for the next dance.

Walking past the two ladies who challenged your agency you turned to look straight at them; your expressions stone cold, stare piercing through their flash. Their faces turned pale and you watched as their posture shrinked in fear, quickly bowing before you.

Paralyzed by your actions, Aegon did as you told so, moving at your command like a little girl’s doll. When you reached the dance floor you turned to face him, a dangerous smile still ghosting over your lips. Bringing his arm up you held it out, placing the other around your waist, moving it ever so slightly downwards.

With a nod you ordered the musicians to continue, music ringing through the walls once again, ending the thick silence once and for all.

Slowly Aegon came back to his senses, holding your form with more boldness, but you were the one who led the dance.

Soon other pairs started to join you, lords taking their ladywives by their hands, smiling softly at each other. The two of you, on the other hand, did not seem so content in the act.

“Care to tell me what was this for?” Aegon growled at your ear, spinning you graciously. You waited until you faced him again, leaning into his face, you felt his breath hitch.

“ I only do what my duty is to you, as your wife. A dance is required at such an event.” You shrugged with an uninterested tone; step after step, you followed his feet. You shot an arm around Aegon’s neck for the next move, pressing your chest into his. “Did you really think I would let you go for those common whores?” You murmured into his ear, tone sweet as honey while Aegon swallowed hard. Chuckling, you continued. “ I am not a little girl, my prince. I will not get scared by some parvenu who tries to seduce you with their pretty looks.”

Aegon shot his head up, staring into your eyes, a deep blush creeping up to his cheeks as he looked so startled by your words.

“It was….I had no intention…” He faltered, lips already curling into a childish pout.

“Hmm, if that were true you would not have gotten up with giving all your attention to those two in mind.” Nudging your head to the side you motioned to the end of the table, where were no seen of the two women anymore to your pleasure. “Am I wrong, my lord?”

Aegon huffed, a frown appearing between his silver brows. “My Lady’s words are a little bit far-fetched, don’t you think?” He chuckled weekly, his face still holding the previous anxiousness.

“I do not, Aegon.” It had a bittersweet taste, as you called him by his name for the first time, and it seemed to surprise the firstborn prince as well. Your hand guided his arm to your lower back, while your other gripped on his shoulder. You were so close to him; smelling the strong scent of wine on his lips, but also a dull scent of musk coming from his clothes.

“As I shall be your wife and so it is dishonor to both of our houses if you would carry on with your careless whoring.”

His expression did not tell away his reaction to what you just said, in fact, the young prince stayed quiet, performing the dance mechanically.

“Why are you so afraid to familiarize yourself with me? Don’t you like me? My company?” Your voice sounded oddly distant from your thoughts, feeling many emotions coming to the surface, but you held yourself - waiting for his answer.

Aegon blinked at you confused, brows rose on his temple, lips pursed together as he studied your features.

“No– My lady’s mistaken.” He shook his head quickly, with a rushed tone. “I would love to get to know you better…I – I find you quite fascinating, the way you hold yourself…”

“And so why the distant behavior? Why the lack of trying?”

“One, so noble and capturing.” Aegon breathed, voice painted with sadness. “Why would you even wish to know me…?”

You squeezed hard on his hand, as you scoffed, taking a long breath.

“Because you’re my lord-husband. Because as long as I was here, and knew you I had a liking for you. Watching you grew into a man, seeing you as who you are, although for brief moments only. I want to know you better Aegon, want to understand my husband so I can love him for who he is.”

“ I do not deserve such a spouse.” Aegon argued, his lips ghosting over yours. “I shouldn’t.”

“I beg to differ” Whispering you slightly nuzzled your nose against his. “ I want to know your customs, want to know your way of thinking. I want to know you, Aegon, wholeheartedly. Let me.”

The Prince gasped, as you finally broke the distance, lips crushing against his. His hand briefly found your bottom, giving it a quick squeeze before your lips parted.

Puffing through your nose, you went back to give his lower lip a slight nip.

“If you’re afraid; you’ll be disappointed with how I will feel in bed" You drawled, one finger coming to graze over his chest. "I must assure you that you'll be anything, but disappointed." You lipsed, touching his earlobes as the last tune died down.

As your dance came to an end, you finished it with a bow, watching Aegon's flushed face. He blinked at you, lips parted for a second but soon a smirk splayed over his mouth as he took your form in, a new glint in his eyes – challenging, full with promises.

"My apologies, My Lady." You purred, bowing to you as well.

As he started to guide you back in the ear throbbing clapping and cheering around you, he moved your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it.

"I hope I can redeem myself in the near future for my childish actions…For everything." He added, eyes showing honesty as he spoke.

Your heart fluttered – a little lighter, than you bore it at the beginning of the evening.

"Only our time together will tell that tale, My Prince."