#patch! ☀︎

[inmyheaddd]

HI JUDEEE

HI PATCHHH!!

[inmyheaddd]

OFC!!!

your theme is SO CUTE omg

OMG THANK YOUUU!!

[soft-likethesunset]

hey cuties i miss you all this has been queued since like the start of the week so here are my face claims for a few of my favourite girlies bc uhhhh i don't actually know

@theodditylacey i have seen your face AND IT'S GORGEOUS HOLY SHIT but this is vibes and stuff

@toooster i have also seen your face THAT'S MY WIFE EVERYONE (sorry mads)

@glxsyymads i just KNOW that you are absolutely STUNNNG GIRL no doubt about it

@junefl0wers for some reason i can't QUITE clock your exact vibe but I’m getting the like dark blonde/light brown hair and REALLY clear skin

@daystarpoet MY GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL IF YOU EVER FACE REVEAL I WILL GENUINELY DIE

I HAVE MORE I PROMISE I GOTTA GO NOW IM GOING TO NANS BUH BYEEEE LOVE YKU ALL

[haeryna]

first time that i called you mine (that wasted summer) ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ

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summary: suguru figures out he loves you the summer when you're both fifteen. satoru calls you his a few months after. when you finally realize it, there's nothing left to call yours. ↪ a continuation of this drabble

tw: angst, referenced abandonment, homophobia, implied mild sexual content, reader calls satoru a manwhore (affectionate), swearing, the author loves parentheses a concerningly large amount, not proofread teehee

notes: title taken from loote's wasted summer. reader is a teenager, along with satoru, suguru, and shoko. banner from @/cafekitsune

Suguru is only six years old when he falls in love with you.

At first, it was entirely childish. When he saw you for the first time, tears streaming down your cheeks by the creek he'd explore with Satoru, he liked feeling needed. He liked how you'd clung to him so desperately, and selfishly, he liked having something he didn't share with Satoru.

(He should have known that whatever was Suguru's inevitably also became Satoru's)

He knew he loved you when you were eight, bravely defending Satoru from a group of bratty kids who were calling him slurs before Satoru had even knew what love was. He knew he loved you when you were twelve and crying for him when Suguru got into his first fist fight, sniffling as you patched up the bloody scrapes after.

But this was different.

"Sugu, sit still!" you hissed, as he squirmed uncomfortably on the lumpy sofa that resided in his basement. You were fifteen, and tired of Suguru complaining about how the nearest piercer was a two hour drive away. In one hand you brandished a piercing gun; in your other, the piercings that were meant to go into his earlobes. Besides you, Satoru gleefully filmed Suguru's discomfort.

"Are you sure that's sanitary? Why are we doing this because you're bored, can't you experiment on Satoru first?" Suguru shot back, leaning away from the piercing gun.

"You're such a big baby, you've been complaining about your empty earlobes for months now. You literally came with me to buy the piercing gun, which cost me my whole allowance by the way, so sit still. And it's summer break, so if you're going to do something dramatic to your appearance, you have to do it now." Before he could stop you, you determinedly swung your leg up and over, lightly straddling his lap.

Suguru realized several critical things as he registered your weight sinking into him.

You smelled like the meadows you'd roamed as kids, mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke (Shoko had convinced him to take up smoking with her) and burnt sugar (Satoru's failed attempt at some monstrosity that still sat smoking in Suguru's kitchen). You smelled like them, he realized. Like a mix of the people who loved you.

You were pretty. He'd always known that, but now, with the heat of your body pressed against his, he didn't realize how somewhere along the way you'd grown into your gangly limbs and the clothes you complained were a few sizes too large.

These two realizations were combined with the fact that he was a boy, a teenaged boy, and you were so close that his heart was going to burst. You smelled like flowers, smoke, and sugar, you smelled like him, like you could be his, and if you moved an inch lower you would know that the Suguru you always came to for comfort was just another boy, and he couldn't bear it. He would rather die than lose you, he would do anything just to have you, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted-

"Yay, all done!" Effortlessly you slid right off his lap as fast as you'd hopped on it, and it was then he realized his earlobes were stinging. In the time he'd spent dazedly staring at you, you'd pierced his ears.

Satoru snickered, still holding his phone obnoxiously close to Suguru's face. "He looks like he's in shock. Hey, if I get a piercing, would you straddle me like that too? You'll make me jealous, you know."

As the two of you bickered in the background, Suguru couldn't help but swallow shakily, lightly pressing his fingertips to the round black earrings you'd picked out for him.

"I love it," he says quietly. "Thank you."

(I love you, is what he meant to say, but you didn't understand because you merely shot him a smug smile before berating Satoru for being a "manwhore, Satoru, I'm not like your groupies at school, go get one of them to pierce your ears for you if you want one so bad!")

Suguru has always known he's loved you, but that summer, he knew he loved you.

Where Suguru goes, Satoru follows. It's only inevitable that he'd realize he was in love with you too. Despite his easygoing nature and flirtatious charms, there's a critical difference between Suguru and Satoru. Satoru gets possessive, a dangerous combination of the spoiled upbringing and how guarded his heart is.

"Who is that?"

Satoru blatantly stares at the boy leaning against your locker. Pettily, he thinks that he's definitely shorter than Satoru, and uglier too. It doesn't seem to matter though, because you're laughing at whatever the he said. As you turn to reach for your books, the hungry look in the boy's eyes make Satoru's fists clench.

"Kenji?" Shoko looks amused when she sees the look in Satoru's eyes. "Isn't he in our English class? He's got a massive crush on her, apparently it's all he talks to his friends about."

Satoru grits his teeth. "Oh, does he?"

He can't quite explain the burning, insidious feeling that forms in his chest. What could've possibly been so funny to make you laugh like that? The smiles you're giving him, why didn't you give those to Satoru too?

The boy, Kenji, reaches over to your face, looking as though he's going to tuck a loose strand of hair around your ear. Something inside of Satoru snaps. He stalks over, ignoring Shoko's snicker, calling your name loudly and abruptly.

"There you are!"

You turn, surprised, as Kenji's hand drops away, his lovesick smile turning into something that looks something similar to fear. "'Toru, where were you? Suguru said he needed to stay in during lunch for a club, but I couldn't find you when I waited outside your classroom."

Satoru's heart lurches traitorously inside his chest, and before he can stop himself, he latches onto your wrist, tugging you towards him. "Don't scare me like that," he murmurs, cradling you firmly in his arms. "Shoko and I couldn't find you, it made me worried."

You peer up at him, clueless to the long forgotten boy fuming behind you. "Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot I left my lunch in my locker." Something in Satoru's chest yearns. Is it because you're so used to his physical affection, his touch, his love, that you don't give him the same starry eyed look as the boy who's still awkwardly waiting by your locker? How can he get you to look like that? How could he make you love him too?

The realization doesn't strike him like he expects, but it feels a bit like finally finding the choreography that fit with the song, the way that he would find a lyric for a song Suguru was attempting to write. It felt like coming home, and reclaiming what was once lost.

Satoru loved you. He has always loved you.

"Let's go," he says, signature smile back on his face, any trace of vulnerability long gone. As he intertwines his fingers with yours, he turns back to see the resigned, frustrated look on Kenji's face.

Just to be an asshole, he tucks your hair behind your ear as you walk away.

You're sixteen when Suguru and Satoru get together. They don't tell you anything. They don't have to. You can see it in the way that Suguru cradles Satoru's face when he falls asleep, affection settling warm in his dark brown eyes. You can see it in the way that Satoru somehow always needs something from Suguru at the precise moment that a girl tries to ask him out. It's in the dark purple marks you can see peaking out from Suguru's collarbone when his shirt slips down an inch, in the way that when Satoru stretches, you can see angry red scratches down his back.

You're sixteen when Satoru's parents find out, shattering the life that you once had. You're sixteen, sitting in Suguru's basement, sobbing as his parents tell you that he's gone. Shoko is saying something to you, but everything feels muffled and hazy, as you let out a choked wail. You know he's gone. The guitar you gave him only a couple months ago, the binder full of music he's composed, even Satoru's clothes that he'd keep in the dresser next to his bed. Every trace of them is gone. You feel as though they took your heart with you.

You're sixteen when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru leave you, and it's in that moment that you realize you loved them a little too late.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: ☀ APOLLO: God of Archery, Art, Music, & Poetry, Prophecy, Light & Sun, Healing & Plagues, Truth 🎶

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you get claimed, you're graced with a light haloing over you. It's so bright yet soft. You also feel warm but you somehow feel like its a warm hug and its Apollo secretly giving you a hug.

The Apollo cabin welcomes you happily and they all gather around, singing you a welcome song. Some of them break out into an Acapella, while some whip out their instruments out of thin air. You find yourself at least humming to the song and maybe even singing along, the words just coming to you naturally. 

 You’re shown the sleeping quarters that are nice and warm, and when you press your nose against them, you can smell the sun on them. 

You’re also shown the ropes of the place, but most importantly where they treat the sick and injured. As children of Apollo, your natural gifts are used almost daily. If you’re not that hyped about seeing blood or the like, you’re moved away from the rotation and help out with other things: changing sheets, disinfecting, checking stock and getting stock, and so forth. 

You’re still required to learn how to do First Aid though. Even if your godly parent is the god of Healing, you’re still going to have to learn how to do the mundane medical methods. Better learn how to do proper CPR just in case. Sure, you could heal any damages but it's better not let it happen anyway. 

You just have candy in your pockets. You might think its odd but when you see a small camper hurt their knee and one of your siblings whip out a lollipop after patching it up, you realise you’re not just there to soothe physical wounds. 

Plus, you have candy. What’s not to love?

Though, speaking of Candy, you didn’t know you had to help out in sorting candy and inspecting it. Especially any red candy or specific dyes used in them. You learn immediately that once ago, there was a period of time that the campers acted very intensely, and after an intense lava wall incident and an almost burnt down pegasus stall, it was discovered that some people had consumed certain candies containing Red dye 40 and was affecting the ADHD.

The Apollo cabin is the place to be for entertainment. There’s constantly music and art being produced. There are even beat poetry nights. 

So many rap battles. 

The Apollo cabin often has collaborative efforts with the Hephatesus Athena,Dionysus cabin. There’s always some big project happening and it’s always a treat.

Hamilition. Cats. Hadestown. Heathers. Highschool Musical- all the broadway shows and musicals you can think of, the Apollo cabin have it down pat. Along with the Dionysus cabin, you just perform and break out in song. Eventually Mr. D and Chiron let you guys perform actual broadway musicals or general theatre because there were too many impromptu moments that broke through the entire camp. No one has recovered from the D's (Mr. D, the Dionysus, and Demeter cabin) and the Giant Strawberry incident.

When you get claimed, light envelops you with a soft mysterious song playing. It was warm and you swore you could imagine arms hugging you lovingly. You’d imagine Apollo used the claim to at least give his children a hug. You hugged back and you felt the faintest squeeze back. Before you could dwell on it later, the light disappears leaving a faint glow on your skin. 

The song you had heard had also drifted off as well, but it had spoken to your soul. Like it had been chosen for you. You saw a bunch of other campers stand around and begin going into verse, a choir of campers singing a song before you realized it was the same song from before. More and more people began to join in, singing in acapella, instruments being played, and people clapping along for the beat. You watched in excitement and you felt their music resonate with you, it went through your body, up your throat and before you knew it, you were singing along, leading it. 

When the song came to an end, the singers cheered and clapped before you saw a boy with curly blonde hair step up, giving you a beaming smile. You thought he looked like a golden retriever. 

“Hi! You definitely have the chords of a child of Apollo” he complimented, holding out his hand. You took his hand as you shook, “My name is Will Solace, and I’m the cabin leader of Cabin 7. Welcome to the Apollo cabin!”

[soft-likethesunset]

AND THAT'S NOT RIDICULOUS SLEEP IS COOL GUYS

[krislgfox]

+ Dop info

🍎Get very dirty when she's working in the garden

🍎 Pretty strong

+ Dop info

🌙Has a lazy eye(left one)

🌙He's the only one with pupils, and some people(critters) find it creepy

🌙Introvert

🌙They mouth can often be “stuck” in their creepy smile

🌙He is often silent

🌙Doesn't like affection

+ Dop info

💡He doesn't like it when his tail is touched

💡Not ticklish

💡Sometimes he can get very carried away while reading and forget to go to bed

+ Dop info

💐Likes to do their own hair

💐They're always carries their own art supplies

+ Dop info

⚡She dreams of becoming a great athlete

+ Dop info

⭐Wears a patch because he thinks it's cool

⭐Can dance

+ Dop info

☀Sometimes can get a little silly

☀Likes to play in the rain

☀Prb has ADHD

☀Very ticklish

☀Can start laughing with any joke(even if he didn't get it)

+ Dop info

❤Loves Valentine's Day

❤She is used to giving gifts but not receiving

That's all I guess, I'm got so tired doing this ¡v¡

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

May Writing Challenge Day 20,21,22!

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male Reader Summary: Chris gets a booboo and reader gives him a band-aid Words: 816/200 Warnings: blood? Notes: I cant tell you how many times I rewrote this, I wanted to try to write in a different style but when I tried nothing sounded right or it all sounded too dramatic and poetic.

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The store is deserted when Chris walks in, a few lights in the back had been turned off, the absence of the clerk behind the counter. The atmosphere was haunting and after the shit Chris went through not three hours earlier, he was caught off guard. Too caught up in his head he doesn't realize he’s hovering by the entrance until he hears a rustle coming from a door off to the side behind the counter. Chris’ hand reflexively moves to his hip only to remember last second that he’d left his gun in the car. But before he can overreact any further, you emerge from the door holding a broom and dustpan. 

Upon seeing Chris you look surprised, “Uh, hey…” You fumble, not expecting to have a customer this late but you’re quick to recollect yourself, you set the dustpan on the floor and lean the broom against the wall. “Anything I can help you with?” You look a little intimidated and Chris almost feels bad but he snaps himself out of it with a shake of his head. “No, I'm fine.” – “You sure?” The rate at which you respond catches Chris a little off guard, “– It’s just… I mean…” You trail off like you’re struggling for words and point to your forehead, “You’re bleeding, dude.” Cris raises his brows, the sting reminds him of the cut on his forehead. Shit, he’d completely forgotten. He raises his hand to feel up his forehead and sure enough, there's blood when he pulls his hand back. 

It's not as bad as it was earlier but it seems to be enough to have you, a complete stranger, looking worried. “Wait right there.” He has a feeling he knows what you’re going to do but you don’t give him time to object. You head back through the door you came out of, Chris stands there for a couple seconds feeling like a moron before proceeding down the aisle to the wall of freezers to get what he came here for. He’s gotten his items and came back to the counter just as you walk back out of the door, of what Chris assumes to be a break room, carrying a first aid kit. He opens his mouth to object but you fix him with a glare that shuts him up. 

“Come here, i’ll fix it for you so you don’t kill yourself on the drive home.” You walk around the counter, stopping next to him to set the first aid kit on the counter. Chris’ eyes stay glued on your hands as you sort through the box and pull out the things you need. He’s never actually paid that much attention to you, always in a hurry to get home. Your hands actually look quite nice and when you touch him, your fingers carefully prodding at his jaw to get Chris to face you fully, he notes pleasantly that your hands are as soft as they look.  You’re not quick at patching his wound, you’re actually quite clumsy. 

Your hands shaky and unsteady as you pat the alcohol wipe around the area, sponging up blood and cleaning the cut. It stings but Chris is too focused on you, your hands, your eyes, your warmth. Your eyes are deep and dark, pooling with worry and concern as you take in the weathered look of his face. A small part of him has the wherewithal to try to feel self-conscious but the majority cant find it in him to care. You look almost as bad as him, worry lines on your forehead, dark bags under your eyes, anxiously chewed on lips. 

Your eyes fall to his once you've stuck a bandaid onto him and for a moment Chris swears he feels a spark in his gut, almost like butterflies when the two of you realize how close your faces actually are. But he doesn't get any time to ponder what that could mean as you turn away from him and hurry to clean your mess. You dump the used cloth and the wrappers into the trash as you walk around the counter and set the first aid kit to the side so you can ring him up. You’re quiet throughout the process and when you finish you quietly recite his total, not once during this do you look up at him. A part of him feels a little upset but that's overshadowed quickly by how amusing it  is to see you scurry around like that. 

Chris takes it easy on you and pays without a fuss, he takes his things and heads out to his car as you close up the store behind him. He waits long enough to see the lights go out and when he looks down at his receipt to total the money he’s spent, down at the bottom in a hurried scrawl he reads out your number.

[wyrmalien]

Imbolc shona daoibh! (happy Imbolc to you!) 🐄☀🌱

[Image ID: / A coloured sketch of a white calf. It has a golden triskele on its forehead, and its head is bent low to the ground. It stands in a patch of grass revealed by melting snow, dotted with yellow and orange flowers. Behind its head is a golden starburst that mimics the sun. The background is a grey-blue colour, and white text above the calf reads in a mediaeval font: imbolc shona daoibh! (Im-Olk Hunna Yeev) / End ID]

In many parts of Ireland it is believed that on Imbolc, Brigid will go from house to house with her favourite white cow to bless items left outside by the occupants 🌿

[wongyuseokie]

Three's a Company | k.m.g

Summary: Your best friend claims that she’s better in bed than you, and your fuck buddy Mingyu doesn’t like that, but he’s open to sharing and changing your mind as well as hers. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed Word Count: 1317 words

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader x Female Friend

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, Fluff, PWP. Content Warnings:  Smut, fluff, mentions of alcohol. This is a horny mess that resulted because I thought way too much. 

Smut Warnings: Threesome, oral (m & f receiving), female x female action, unprotected sex, cum swallowing. Fingering, overstimulation. Mingyu is a dom. Authors Note 1: Thank you so much to @here4btsfics as always for beta'ing this and looking over this for me ilysm my bby 💕 Tagging: @dkakapizzaboy Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Do you girls want anything? I’m just going to pop over to the shop and grab a few more beers,” your roommate Mingyu asked, and you smiled at him, shaking your head. 

“No, it’s okay, thank you!” 

“Alright, I’ll be back in twenty!” Mingyu said as he headed out. 

“Gosh, you are undressing him with your eyes,” your best friend Sua said, and you glared at her. 

“Why did I invite you again?” You teased.

“Simple, it’s our movie night, and your sex-on-legs roommate being home is a definite bonus,” Sua replied, making you grin shyly. 

“Well, he is fucking hot,” you mumbled. 

“So you never told me, how is he?” Sua asked, and you took another sip of your wine. 

You and Mingyu, within a few months of being roommates, ended up sharing a drunken kiss, which led to his head between your thighs. You were so worried the following day that it’d be awkward. Still, before that could even happen, you woke up to Mingyu’s long fingers rubbing your clit, and another few orgasms later, you and Mingyu had established a friend-with-benefits situationship, and it was the best decision ever. 

“Fuck, he was so fucking big. Like he was so big and thick,”  you boasted dreamily. 

“Details, Y/N,” Sua pressed. 

“His lips are heaven-sent, like fuck. They are so plump and lush, fuck. Kissing him was so good. Then when he went down on me. Fuck, he knew just how to lick me. His fingers, fuck, they went in so deep,” you squirmed about as you recalled the events.  

“Fuck, I need to find a guy that can eat me out like that,” Sua said dreamily as she sighed. 

“Girl, shoot your shot. He’d find you hot! Seriously, he’d find you hot,” you exclaimed, and Sua giggled. 

“You won’t be jealous?” Sua asked, and you shrugged. 

“Nope!”

“But,” Sua started to say as she inched closer to you, her hand on your exposed thighs–it was your fault for wearing only an oversized shirt. 

“I bet you sounded so pretty when you moaned for him,” Sua teased, her lips near your neck, and you let out a soft moan at her words and proximity. 

 “Did you just moan?” Sua asked.

“No, Sua, shut up.” 

 “No, honey, you moaned,” Sua cooed. 

“I’d moan too,” Sua said, and you turned your head to face her. 

“It’s been a while,” you mumbled. 

“It has,” Sua agreed, and you bit your lip thinking about all the times you had fooled around with Sua. You two had always been cuddly and affectionate with one another, and you had shared many drunken kisses, and there was one time when you both were wasted and fingered each other. 

“Won’t he back?” Sua asked when you placed a hand on her thigh, thankful she chose shorts. 

“Possibly.” You suggested. “Shall we head to my bedroom?” 

“Yes.”

Neither of you could move fast enough. The minute you were inside your bedroom, Sua had your back on the bed, and she sat between your thighs, spread them apart and groaned at the wet patch on your panties. 

“Jesus, you got so fucking wet,” Sua moaned. 

“Can you do something?” You whined, making Sua giggle, as her hand started stroking your swollen folds through your panties. 

“Can I touch you?” Sua asked, and you nodded furiously, making her smirk. Sua straddled you and pulled your underwear down, her hands removing your shirt as well, and she moved her hands to give your breasts a gentle squeeze. 

“Y/N, I’m going to eat you out, and you can Y/N tell me if Mingyu is better or I am.” You laughed as Sua moved down your body, her mouth on your cunt. She started to lick your pussy. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” Sua praised as she pushed two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. Sua moved her lips to capture your clit as she sucked and flicked her tongue on your swollen clit. 

“Fucking Sua, you are good at eating pussy,” Sua moaned as she enjoyed your praise. 

“Better than Mingyu?” You sighed. 

“Almost,” you teased, and Sua fingered you harder. 

“Fucking hell, Sua,” you groaned as your thighs started to shake around her head. 

“Maybe you are better than Mingyu,” you said with a giggle as Sua licked until you came on her tongue. 

“Princess, you know lying isn’t good, right?” You sat up. You saw Mingyu smirking at the two of you. 

“Mingyu, I was,” you started to say, and he held out a hand to stop you as he approached your bed, climbed on and looked at Sua.

“Get your pussy on my face, and then I’ll see if you ever have the nerve to comment on my skills,” Mingyu demanded Sua froze for a second but complied. She removed her clothes as quickly as she could. 

Mingyu had situated himself next to you on your bed, still in his clothes, and he laid down as Sua straddled his face. Mingyu grabbed her thighs and moved her so he could push his tongue inside her, making her moan.

“Fuck, he’s amazing,” Sua praised, looking at you, and you bit your lip at the erotic sight.

You were about to respond when you felt Mingyu's fingers on your thighs, and you simply smirked as you pushed his fingers off your thigh. You moved and started undoing his trouser and pulling off his boxers. 

Sua quickly turned around, positioning herself on his face and joined you at his cock. You groaned at the sight of his thick cock, and wrapped your lips around him, making him groan into Sua’s cunt. You kept sucking him until you heard Sua moan as she came on his tongue. 

You both sucked his length. Sua focused on his balls. She would lick and suck them while you concentrated on his cock. You took him in as much as you could. Mingyu groaned. He was in pure ecstasy having both you and Sua sucking him. 

Mingyu moved away from the two of you. He took off his shirt and coat and walked over to the bed. He grabbed you by the waist and propped you up on your hands and knees so that your mouth was facing Sua’s wet cunt. 

“Eat her out,” Mingyu growled as he pushed two fingers inside you, making you fall closer to her cunt. 

You moaned as you started by licking her wet cunt. You took your time; you slowly pushed two fingers inside her stretching her. You gasped when you felt Mingyu push himself inside you. You moaned as you kept licking Sua. 

Mingyu’s pace was brutal, he was rough, and he reached down to rub your clit. You kept eating out Sua’s cunt as he kept fucking you; his thrusts were relentless, and you came, moaning into Sua’s cunt. 

The vibrations made Sua cum soon after you. You lapped up her release as Mingyu kept pounding into you. You moaned as Sua sat up to kiss you. Seeing you whimpering and making out with another girl was enough to get Mingyu to cum. 

Mingyu finished inside you, he pulled out, and Sua moved to place her lips at your entrance while Mingyu fingered her. Sua came around his fingers, and you moaned as you came on Sua’s tongue. You were so fucked out you ended up falling asleep after. 

You woke up to Mingyu placing kisses on your shoulder. 

“Where’s Sua?” you asked.

“She went home. She said I did amazingly well,” Mingyu gloated, and you smiled at him, and Mingyu moved to hover over your body as he slowly pushed himself inside you again, making you whimper as you clenched around his cock.  

“Now, princess, I’ll share. Just this once, but not again,” Mingyu said as he started to fuck you, reminding you who was truly superior in bed. 

[jokest3r]

Matvey-Lukyan Volkov-Makarov ☀

or "Matthew Clarke," really depends on who you ask...

General Info -

Name: Matvey-Lukyan Volkov-Makarov(True Identity is on a need-to-know basis)

Age: 19

Issued Identity: Matthew Clarke

Issued Age: 23

Issued Rank: Specialist

Callsign: "Kid" until Further Notice

Status: Alive

Ethnicity: Tajik

Nationality: N/A(His parents kept his existence fairly quiet, only his mentors and his parent's closest associates knew he existed for quite some time before he went missing when he was older. His parents when he was young did debate that he may exist under a different name in the legal system in Tajikistan but didn't look into it after Matvey was disinterested at the prospect of meeting his biological parents.)

Height: 5' 7

Blood-Type: O+

Weight: 145 Pounds / 67 Kg(He came weighing less than that.)

Further Info -

"All things considered the kid came out far better than anyone would have expected given who his parents are."

Matvey was adopted a little over at two months old along the border crossing between Russia and Kazachstan on a cargo road that showed little action. He never really thought about the reason why he was there or the what how, just that he would've died if not for intervention (lucky or damning) you be the judge.

He had a pretty fair upbringing if you don't bring up visiting warehouses with his father or playing with guns at a young age. He was originally raised to be just that, a son, however it would become more skewed as the year's went on and his father Makarov's power grew. Then his role went past being only a son and more of a "good soldier." Of course, what Matvey would've called his first "failure" was failing his mentors and by proxy, his father. His mentors said he would never be a soldier and neither would he be strong enough to fight. It just wasn't in his cards. After that, his father's expectations seemed to slow down to a simmer, and his approach became to hold Matvey at an arm's reach away from the Ultranationalist Party and revolving plans. He would be protected, but not without getting trained to protect himself and escape at a moment's notice.

Though Makarov obviously wasn't his only father, his extended family mostly comes from Yuri's side of the family. Matvey obtained personality traits from Makarov but was much closer to Yuri. Yuri's a sensitive topic as is most of everything in his life. Yuri and Matvey both have something in common and that is "abandoning" or in Matvey's case "running away." Yuri left, without a word or notice and Matvey chased after him, and only realised he wasn't coming back "home" after two months on the road with Lobo, his loyal guard dog. Exact details on the first year of Matvey's lone days have not been found, but not without some prying. All he has to show for it is the bloodied patch the 141 found him holding along with his belongings.

Matvey was found along the Chernobyl exclusion zone by 141 squad members bleeding out in the hospital safe house he had rigged with traps, bleeding out from a wound that a mercenary had done to him in retaliation for murdering his partner, forgetting about the long-term reward of keeping him alive and sending him back to his father. And instead attempted killing him for revenge. He said he lived well off for what he had. With his father's hired mercenaries on his tail, he couldn't exactly pick a lot of areas. They caught his scent a month before the 141 had found him, sending an SOS through a makeshift antenna but getting help when they were finally able to trace it with spare time on their hands. Matvey really hadn't intended on surviving to the end if at all.

Combat-Style: Matvey plays dirty, real dirty, most "end up killing themselves" before they even see his face. He uses traps, bombs, chemical warfare (has an inclination for using gas) throwing knives and all sorts. Usually, he keeps to having a good distance with any target and avoids close combat at all costs, if any combat at all. And tends to favor using escape tactics he's learned over his previous training. He's known by most to be very slippery and sly if he wants something over with quickly.

If with a squad on something serious he fills a support role: and (jokest3r's opinion: his support role is something similar to Elizabeth in Bioshock Infinite just without all the tears.) can find materials or target objects fairly easily since slipping through vents and getting out unseen is one of his best strengths and keeps him away from any of the serious fighting while still helping the team.

Personality: Matvey is naturally combative, moody, and "explorative" if the definition meant rule-breaking. He alternates between being quiet and isolated to being playful and rather "loud." He follows orders to a T, almost too closely like he's had past experience. He's self-destructive when it comes to most people as he doesn't want to care for much of anyone since all signs seem to point to anyone he cares for or stays with long term end up dying or disappearing one way or the other. Or abandoning him. He also tends to not understand social cues and is very affectionate even if the situation around him is dire. Warning: hugs and heartfelt conversations abound.

Allegiance: Matvey made it very clear where his loyalties lied, along with his goal to reunite with his father Yuri and gain some closure beyond bottling up all his anger and mourning for a father that doesn't seem to exist anymore. He's also seemingly gotten attached to some of the members, and would like to see them alive. When asked what that exactly meant he shrugged, thinking anyone else would've known what he meant.

As time passes the 141 hope to get Matvey out of his shell and influence him to grow and make better decisions. For now, Matvey will try to grow used to Western surroundings and hopefully, meet both his father's face to face, though he knows that it won't likely end happily. (FLAT COLOUR UNDERNEATH THE TAB)

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Dethrone - Chapter 13

Summary: The tour is finally coming to a close with the final stops being Eyrie and Runestone. They make it back to Dragonstone ready to be wed and to begin having their plans come to fruition.

Warnings: 18+, fingering, swearing, anxiety, sadness, death!

Authors Note: is it a got/hotd wedding without a death?, i’m trying to finish this fic like fr

Word Count: 4.7k

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I never thought I’d be flying back to The Vale so soon after I left it. Yes, it’s been almost three years but I feel like I was only just here. I’ve decided that we will only spend a week here and the last week of this tour in Runestone. It took me awhile to finally decide that we were going back to visit but with Aemond at my side I can do anything. I think it will be healing and cathartic to show someone where I grew up.

Once we enter the Vale the temperature starts to rise a bit allowing us to remove most of our furs. I breathe in the familiar air and a sense of my past washes over me. I take my braids out and allow my hair to flow behind of me freely. Vaelys lets out a soft cry and dips between the clouds.

The castle rises into the clouds and takes my breath away. Its sharp towers pierce the clouds jutting above them. Vaelys lands on a patch of unclaimed land outside the gates as Vhagar follows. We’re welcomed in warmly and greeted by the locals.

Were whisked away to our chambers and I notice the balcony right away. It walks out into the clouds looking as if it has no end. I’m absolutely mesmerized by the room and thank Lord Arryn for the beautiful chambers. Aemond twirls me around and pulls me out to the balcony to dance in clouds.

We attend a couple of meetings here but mostly just stroll around the castle taking its beauty and its heights. I quite like the idea of having my own moon door and the absolution it offers. The architecture here is very unique and different but very appealing.

At the end of our week we say our goodbyes and offer an invite to the wedding in two weeks time. They smile and accept and wish us well on my journey back home.

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We land in Runestone on the beach that I left on. My chest tightens at being back on these shores. I just have a terrible feeling like I’m going to be left and stuck here. Forever to be alone. My breathing intensifies as I reach the ground and kneel on the beach.

“I’m here with you.” Aemond whispers kneeling next to me rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“Thank you.” I breathe out slowly trying to calm myself.

“Why don’t you show me your chambers?” he asks helping me rise with him.

He grabs our bags as I lead him back to the castle claiming his hand. He rubs circles on my hand soothing me. It’s weird walking through the halls with him completely in the open. A lot of eyes are looking our way but I have no care. We finally make it to my chambers and I lock the doors behind of us. Aemond looks around my old room taking in who I was and now it’s all just covered in dust.

“At least they didn’t throw everything away I suppose.” I say shrugging as I lay back on my bed. “This is it by the way. This is where I spent a majority of my life. This room.” I say closing my eyes.

“Never again will you be locked away.” he says slowly laying next to me.

“He stole my life from me.” I whisper as tears prick at the edges of my eyes.

“And you will take his.” Aemond promises.

I turn to look at him and his eye locks with mine. He softly kisses my lips and turns his body so he’s above me. Our breaths start coming out in pants and he rises above me. My chest rises and falls quickly as I anticipate his next move. He kisses the side of my mouth and rolls over to lay next to me again.

“Aemond,” I whine.

“Hm?” He hums not stirring from next to me.

“Ugh,” I groan and get up. I grab a slip from my bag and enter my bathroom.

I start to take off my clothes and try to think of anything else besides where I am. I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble staying here and it’s honestly annoying. I just need my mind to be elsewhere for a while. I know the slip I brought with is going to drive him crazy. It’s black silk with lace trim and thin straps. It barely goes to my mid thigh and if I want a distraction, I have to be the distraction.

“My love?” Aemond asks from the other side of the door.

“Yes my betrothed?” I open the door looking up at him through my lashes.

“A goddess before me.” Aemond whispers, pupil blown. “What can I do for you?” he pulls me closer by my waist.

“Lay with me, hold me, touch me.” my voice comes out as more of a whine.

Aemond brings us back to my bed and leans back onto the headboard so I can rest on his chest. His hand slips over the silk offering small touches to my covered skin. I whimper when he grazes one of my nipples and gives a quick kiss to my neck. I squirm and squeeze my legs making my slip ride up. He brings a hand to trail the length of my thigh only to find me bare underneath.

“Do you ever wear panties?” He growls in my ear.

“Only when I really want you to take them off.” I tease spreading my legs a bit. His fingers meet my wet core and he slowly slips two fingers into me. He pumps slowly as I grind down onto his palm.

“How was I blessed with such a needy wife like you.” he whispers in my ear as he brings his other hand to meet my clit.

“Aemond-“ I sob out clenching around his fingers.

“So deliciously tight.” he purrs circling a third finger near my entrance making me squirm. “I cannot wait to fuck you senseless.” he says nipping my ear.

He speeds up his fingers on my clit making it hard for me to keep my legs open. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as he curls his fingers. I release my lip and let go a cry of euphoria as I explode around his fingers. I arch off of his chest and sigh out content as I relax against him.

“Rest now my love.” he whispers pulling the covers around us.

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When I wake I feel a rush of panic as I’m in my childhood room. Aemond pulls me to him closely as he whispers about how much he loves me as he peppers me with kisses. We slowly rise and I offer to take him on a tour of my home. He listens intently and never lets go of my hand. We walk the halls and avoid most people and conversations. We take the rest of the day to spend with our dragons on the beach.

“I think this tour went well. The realm adored us.” Aemond hums as he lays back in the sand.

“We get to see if it paid off by who all shows up to our wedding.” I reply trying to hide my nerves.

“What’s wrong my love?” he coos turning towards me.

“I don’t want to be in Runestone anymore.” I whisper back fighting off tears.

“Mount Vaelys and let’s go to Dragonstone. I’ll have word sent for them to ship our bags back to Kings Landing.” Aemond says brushing sand off of himself as he gets up.

“I’ll be fine.” I reply annoyed with myself at how I can’t handle being here.

“No matter, let’s go.” he smiles offering me his hand. “I’m sure everyone will be happy to see us anyway.” he pulls me up and gives me a soft kiss.

We quickly mount our dragons and shoot into the sky. Vaelys shares my sentiment and zips away from Runestone with haste. Vhagar and Aemond approach from behind of us as we slow. We leisurely make the short flight to Dragonstone and land outside of the pits.

We slowly walk up the castle hand in hand. I appreciate that we have no bags or greeting this time. It’s been lovely to be celebrated by the realm and to explore but I really just want to relax and go somewhat unnoticed for a day or two. Once we enter the castle we see that the main hall is absolutely filled. We try to shuffle through the people trying not to call too much attention towards us as we slip to the stairs.

“What are you two doing here?” Alicent asks as she descends the stairs.

“I didn’t want to be in Runestone a moment longer.” I say truthfully.

“That’s okay my child.” she offers me a sad smile. “You two go up to Viktoryas chambers and I’ll have food and clothes brought up to you. I know it’s been a long journey and you both need rest.” Alicent smiles warmly at us.

“Thank you mother.” Aemond hums as he starts ushering me up the stairs ensnaring my hand in his.

We slowly make our way up to my chambers. It feels so nice to not have to keep up appearances and truly just breathe. My dream is finally coming to fruition in just a week. Since we’ve arrived at Dragonstone earlier than expected I’m hoping me and Aemond will be able to set plans and make decisions regarding pathing our ascension.

“What are you thinking about?” Aemond hums opening the doors for us.

“Our future.” I reply vaguely going to lounge on my couch.

“And what of it?” Aemond hums as he comes to take a chair next to me.

“We just have a lot of work and planning. This wedding is just the beginning.” I bite the inside of my cheek in thought.

“Indeed,” he hums. “We have time and allies. I’ll kill whoever you tell me to.” he looks to me full of devotion.

“I honestly think Aegon shouldn’t just disappear, I think we should ki-“ my chambers begin to open.

“Mother,” Aemond jumps up to collect the clothes out of her hands. “Please knock next time.” he says softly as she ushers the servants in with food.

“Yes, my apologies.” Alicent hums absentmindedly setting out plates. “It’s been quite a busy week. I’ve missed you both.” she turns to us and smiles.

“I’ve missed you as well.” Aemond responds with tinted cheeks.

“I know you two would like to rest but tomorrow I’d like to hear how the tour went.” she says walking to the doors once more.

“Of course, thank you.” I smile to her. “We’re thankful to be around family and familiar faces again.”

We spend the rest of the night in bed in each others arms. It feels so nice to finally be done with the tour. I’m thankful I was finally to see most of the seven kingdoms but this relaxation was needed. I know after me and Aemond wed we won’t have the opportunity to truly relax for some time.

It’s strange to think that I will be orchestrating deaths and disappearances. We have a lot of planning and recruiting to do. I wish that I could just focus on the wedding but there’s more at stake here. I know Aemond will be at my side in any decision, we just need to make more close connections and create our own council of sorts.

“Rest my love.” Aemond kisses the side of my head. “We’ll start plotting tomorrow.” he pulls me into him and puts the covers over us.

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I slowly stretch and feel Aemond pull me closer to him. We stay silently in bed, happy in each others arms. He slowly brushes my hair away from my face and places small kisses all over. We slowly get out of bed and start to pull on some clothes. I slip on a simple black dress as Aemond matches me in all black. We exit my chambers and make our way down to the dining hall.

Everyone is already at Dragonstone for the wedding it seems. Viserys is sitting at the center of the table with Alicent, Aegon, and Helaena to his right. Rhaenrya and my father are to his left along with all of the children. We take a seat and servants are upon us immediately filling our plates and cups.

“Welcome home!” Viserys raises his glass to us. “I hope the tour went well.” he smiles setting his glass down.

“It was thrilling to see all of the houses and meet with them. Thank you for the opportunity, Your Grace.” I reply to him with a smile.

The rest of breakfast is filled with talk of all of the guests arriving soon. Servants are hustling around the castle in preparation for our ceremony. Aemond and I bask in the lightness and happiness surrounding us. I get lost in thought of how this will be one of our last full and calm family meals. It doesn’t make me change my mind in the slightest pertaining our path to the throne.

“A toast!” Alicent says raising her glass. “To my son and our beautiful Viktorya. You’ve brought us all together for such a happy occasion.” she says tenderly looking at us.

Everyone raises their glasses to us as we smile at each other. The servants begin to clear the table and people start filtering out. Aemond and I comfortably make our way back to my chambers to lounge on the balcony and wait for Alicent. We’re cuddling on the couch enjoying the breeze when Alicent calls for us through the doors. We invite her in and she joins us on the balcony claiming a chair opposite of us.

“Tell me all about the tour.” Alicent beams barely able to contain her happiness for us.

We share with her all of the details. She listens intently and nods along with the story. She rarely interrupts and offers us words of praise when we tell her of our allies from around the realm. She said she’s received ravens from all of the houses we’ve visited stating they will come to Dragonstone to bear witness to our union.

“Even Lord Borros?” Aemond raises an eyebrow.

“His message was short and curt, but yes he says he will attend the celebrations.” Alicent nods in confirmation.

“Interesting, maybe us befriending the locals helped with that.” Aemond ponders. “What of Jason Lannister?” his hold on me tightens ever so slightly.

“He will be in attendance.” Alicent says taking in Aemonds more tensed state.

“It’ll be fine my love.” I say rubbing his arm and turning to smile at him.

We begin to discuss some of our plans for taking the throne. She assures us she’s with us and will do anything she can to assist us. She tells us there are people in Kings Landing that are overtly loyal to her and her alone and they in turn will support us. She places a kiss on each of our heads and slips out of the chambers to let us enjoy our peace.

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Our guests and allies slowly show up and greet us with warm smiles. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dragonstone this busy and full. Our guests have also brought servants from their houses so the whole castle is overflowing with life. It gets overwhelming quickly making me and Aemond sneak off frequently until Alicent comes and finds us to bring us back down.

We spend most of our days prior to the wedding talking with our new friends and discussing the future. While making these connections Aemond and I both make mental notes of who we would like on our council and the discussion of a potential hand.

We rarely see my father and his family which is surprising. I would expect them to be trying to make stronger connections with the house heads since they’re here at their disposal. That’s what happens when you get too comfortable, you expect everything to just be handed to you.

I will also admit that it does hurt my feelings that they haven’t been celebrating with us. I know it’s selfish of me to want to have that family connection when I’m plotting to tear it all down, but it’s my wedding. I’m his first daughter and he still doesn’t care. I try to shove that thought away so it doesn’t ruin my mood. I have plenty of people here to support me and Aemond.

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The rest of the week goes by quickly. Kaenna arrives with my after ceremony gown that absolutely blows me away. When she first sees me she bursts into tears and pulls me into a hug. She pulls back and places the gown near my vanity. I’m blown away at the details cascading all over the dress.

“I hope this is to your liking, my sweet girl.” She hums as she turns to me with a smile.

“It’s absolutely perfect, Kaenna. Thank you for everything.” I try to avoid my eyes tearing up.

“I can’t believe you’re to be wed tomorrow already.” Kaenna breathes out heavily. “We have so much to do and get done.” She says opening a trunk full of accessories and hair items for the ceremony.

She shows me my ceremonial robes and head piece that were made specifically for me. Seeing all of this brings such warmth to my heart. I’ve been dreaming of this day for my entire life and everything is finally falling into place.

We talk for a couple of hours of what’s to come and what’s to happen. I finally tell her of my dream that I’ve kept secret and she looks full of worry as I explain the plans. She nods and listens but I can see the nervousness in her mannerisms.

“My child, I have to admit I’m scared.” she says hushed looking to me.

“There’s no need. We have allies and plans. Won’t it be so exciting to say you’ve raised the Queen?” I say trying to lift her spirits.

“I care not of the station you hold, Viktorya. I care about your safety and happiness.” she grabs my hands in hers and squeezes them.

“Aemond makes me unbelievably happy and I know he would never allow any harm to come to me.” I reassure her smiling.

“I can see that.” she says tenderly as she gets up from the couch. “Let’s get you into bed. We have an early start in the morning.” she hums ushering me to my bed.

She tucks me in like she used to and kisses my brow. She quietly slips out of my chambers as I lay awake in bed giddy for the morning. This is the first night I’ve spent without Aemond in many moons and my bed feels so cold and massive. My eyes finally begin to droop as I let sleep consume me.

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I jolt awake gasping for breath as my sheets cling to my body. It can’t be, I just spoke with her only hours ago. I rip the covers off of me and sprint out of my chambers barefoot. My guard shouts after me but I’ve already turned the corner. I’m racing down the stairs to the servants quarters when I run into someone.

“Slow down,” Aemond grabs my shoulders. “What’s wrong my love? My guards told me you’re running about the halls.” Aemond searches my eyes intensely.

“Kaenna,” I pant out. “Find Kaenna!” I push past him continuing to the servants quarters.

“What’s going on?” he calls after me concerned following behind me.

I burst into the dark servants quarters shouting Kaennas name. The servants look at me like I’m crazed. They all say they haven’t seen her since she went up to my chambers. My mind is racing with what could have possibly happened. I run to the main hall to ask the guards if they’ve seen her. No one says a word and looks at me like I’ve gone mad.

“Viktorya!” Aemond shouts causing me to stop. “What is going on?” he finally catches up to me and pulls me to him.

“I’m scared if I say it that it will be true.” I whisper tears forming in my eyes and my breathing increases rapidly.

“Let’s go outside and get some fresh air.” Aemond rubs soothing circles on my back as he escorts me out the main doors.

As we walk outside my eyes scan the courtyard for any sign of Kaenna. This dream had been different. I didn’t clearly see everything but I felt it. I felt her heart break, her sorrow, how scared she was. As my eyes scan the walls I go limp. My hands fall from Aemonds and I slump to the stone ground to my knees. A scream rips through my body as I stare at Kaennas head mounted to the gate.

“Come, my love.” Aemond helps me up from the ground and pulls me to him turning me away from the gates.

“Who did this?” I scream pulling away from him. “Show yourself to me!” I scream out looking around the yard again.

“What is the meaning of all this yelling?” Daemon saunters out of the main doors.

“You.” I point to him. “This was your doing. I know it.” I lunge toward him and Aemond holds me back.

“Hmm, look at that.” Daemon looks up to Kaennas head on the gate like he’s bored. “I’ll fetch someone to get her down.” he replies over his shoulder as he enters the castle once more.

I slump back down the ground and Aemond joins me. He holds me as my thoughts race. Why didn’t I see this sooner? Why did it have to happen hours before my wedding? I will take my father’s life for this.

“Princess you may wish to go inside for this.” a guard says as he approaches.

I refrain from going inside as they bring her down. They find the other half of her body and bring that down to the silent sisters as well. I trail after the gaurds and Aemond is close behind me. Tears continue to fall down my face once we enter the cold and dark chamber. I sit in a chair in the corner and watch has the silent sisters prepare her body.

Why would Daemon do this? I must have been to reckless with my words. I just got the only woman who I knew as a mother killed. A sob tears through my body as I bury my head in my hands. Aemond kneels in front of me and slowly pulls my hands away.

“My love, what can I do?” he starts to brush the tears off of my cheeks.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head at a loss.

Once the silent sisters finish their work they walk softly over to us. One of them informs us there is space for her in the cemetery and they’ve sent someone out to begin preparing for her burial. Aemond helps me up from my chair and my arms lock around his to help steady myself. We begin exiting the castle following them to the outer grounds.

“Let me get you some slippers.” Aemond scrunches his eyebrows not knowing what to do to help me.

“No.” I shake my head as the rocks digs into the bottom of my feet.

The cold stone helps ground me and reminds me that this is real and I have no hopes of stopping this. Tears continue to fall down my face as my breathing tries to settle. We stop at a deep grave and I fall to my knees once more. This isn’t right. This isn’t fair.

“Do you want me to get anyone? What can I do?” Aemond kneels next to me.

“Who? You’re all I have now.” I turn to him with red eyes.

“I can bring you a head.” he says hushed.

“No more death today. This is supposed to be a happy day.” I pull him the rest of the way down and cling to him.

He holds me tightly and nods to the men to begin lowering Kaennas body into the ground. I hear a loud screech and see Vaelys shoot into the sky and circle around us. She lands far enough away not to outright disturb anyone. I finally rise and begin walking to her. Aemond stays behind and talks with the guards and silent sisters.

“My beautiful girl.” I say with sadness still laced through my voice.

She bumps her nose to my chest and circles around me protectively. She settles into the ground and I lay back and hug her neck. Aemond begins approaching and she raises her head curiously. Vaelys lifts her tail and allows Aemond to come and console me as well.

The sun begins climb over the horizon and I start to untangle from the both of them. Aemond rubs soothing circles on my back as we start to make our way back to the castle. Vaelys shoots herself into the sky and gives out a sad cry. As we make our way to the main courtyard I see that it’s filled with bodies preparing for our ceremony and I begin to close in on myself again not wanting attention in this state.

“Where have you two been?” Alicent hisses to us but her eyes are full of concern.

I brush past her and allow Aemond to deal with that conversation. I don’t care for the eyes that follow me taking in my dirty night dress and feet. As I’m making my way up to my chambers to prepare for my ceremony a soft hand wraps around my arm. I turn and see Helaena smile and nod her head forward. We make our way to my chambers and she clicks the door shut me behind of me.

“I thought I could help you get prepared for your ceremony.” she offers softly.

“Thank you.” I smile weakly. I’m thankful for her presence. She understands the feeling of knowing helplessness that comes along with our burden.

She glides over to my wardrobe and delicately grabs my robes. She helps me dress and then guides me over to my vanity. She places my headpiece and starts to braid my hair around it. She finds my slippers and laces them around my feet. She steps back and admires me. I’m thankful for her comforting silence as she softly wipes away my rogue tears that continue to fall.

“You will have your vengeance.” Helaena says looking into my eyes.

“Thank you for helping me.” I offer her a gentle smile.

“Of course. As women we’re always told to smile, be silent, and put on a brave face. I’m not asking you to do that today. Cry. Scream. Do what you need to do. But I am asking you not to allow this to ruin your day. This is your destiny. You’ve waited your whole life for this.” she offers me her words of comfort and I’m in awe of how soft spoken she is.

“You’re the sister I always wanted but never had.” I smile to her.

“Come,” she smiles pulling me into a hug. “Let’s get down there so you’re not late to your own ceremony.” she pulls back and leads me to the door.

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masterlist 🔌

idk why i keep getting sidetracked at editing and posting this 😅

[soft-likethesunset]

Salutations huzz

greetings ho

[skylarsblue]

★Who I'll Write★

⛤Slashers⛤

⛤The Sinclair Brothers ⛤Ghostface (Billy & Stu) ⛤Michael Myers (Any) ⛤Bubba Sawyer ⛤Thomas Hewitt ⛤Brahms Heelshire ⛤Jason Voorhees ⛤Tiffany Valentine ⛤Carrie White ⛤Billy Lenz ⛤Pyramid Head ⛤Baby Driftwood ⛤Daniel Robitaille (Candyman) -Bonus- ⛦Carly Jones (House of Wax) ⛦Nick Jones (House of Wax) ⛦Helen Lyle (Candyman 1992) ⛦Sydney Prescott (Scream)

☾Dead by Daylight☽

☀Danny Johnson - Ghostface ☀Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger ☀Kazan Yamaoka - Oni ☀Evan MacMillan - Trapper ☀Sally Smithson - Nurse ☀Ana - Huntress ☀Joey - Leigon ☀Susie - Legion ☀Julie - Legion ☀Frank - Legion ☀Philip Ojomo - Wraith ☀The Unknown ☀Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly ☀Adiris - Plague ☀Tarhos Kovacs - Knight

✦Call of Duty✦

✦John Price ✦Simon Riley ✦John MacTavish ✦Kyle Garrick ✦Alex Keller ✦Farah Karim ✦Alejandro Vargas ✦Rodolfo Parra ✦Valeria Garza ✦Keegan Russ ✦Horangi ✦Konig

✭Red Dead Redemption✭

✯Arthur Morgan ✯Charles Smith ✯John Marston ✯Abigail Roberts - Marston ✯Sadie Adler ✯Karen Jones ✯Mary-Beth Gaskill

⟡Other⟡

⟡Beetlejuice (Musical) ⟡Original Characters ⟡Krampus (yes, the Christmas Demi-Demon)

❀Our Life - GB Patch❀

✿Cove Holden ✿Derek Suarez ✿Baxter Ward ✿Elizabeth Last ✿Qiu Lin ✿Tamarack Baumann

☢Outlast☢

☢Miles Upshur ☢Waylon Park ☢Blake Langermann ☢Chris Walker ☢Eddie Gluskin ☢The Walrider ☢Val

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9/25/24

-87° 🌡

-mostly cloudy 💭☀💭

-waning crescent ♋ moon

Massive black turf of cloud

Rising over the apprehensive sky

Like some dread ghost bloated

Above the power-lines

At the edge of town.

Life hunts hastily between storm spells:

Birds unyolked from orientation

Confusedly chasing after

Insects aimlessly zipping

Above my head haloing me

In their plague mobbed senselessness.

A cat pounces through an iron-wrought

Fence, rust-rotted and sharp,

Calculated science of the

predator/prey distinction,

Leaps towards an adolescent squirrel-

Both quickly run back through the fence

Continuing the cat's possible

Big break into the carnivore's line of work.

Overhead a clandestine military chopper

Locusts past in brazen anonymity,

Beaconing its mercenary impunity;

Doors wide open, belt-fed ready.

I've worn this beat dead through

The ground- pacey like a foamed mutt,

Committing every stamp-bag,

Bullet-hole'd stop-sign,

Weathered car-crash memorial-

Made often with the debris itself-

Self-installed concrete pothole patches,

Wild poisonous herbs growing by the wayside,

Every rock, leaf, heroin needle,

Secret storm-drain tunnel entrance-

All carefully catalogued in the

Ever-weaving tapestry of this

fate-impaired nervous-system.

At night the mechanical drone

Drawn out flexes its measurements;

Hostile, embedded and maliciously obnoxious.

Sonic swamps you cannot circumvent,

And beneath the ringing I hear

The wet cough laughter of sickly obese

Federal Custodians;

Evidently they find the slow-to-flash cooking

Of the city hilarious.

Great conversational topic at

Their on-duty barbeques, I'm sure.

Everyday I contemplate the fact that

These wastes of resources are paid

To clean up the messes high-profile

Ch_ld-ab_sers make or otherwise

Plant their evidence on some

Poor bastard about to squeal a truth

That would operate like a well-trained

Explosive in the greasy works

Of this paraplegic and wounded

Apocalypse demolition program.

"Stay on the boat'.

Absolutely goddamned right. "

The other night around 8:50 pm

A dirt-bike whines to a halt

In front of my house,

Seven shots are issued,

Presumably into Heaven,

Then grinds off into the night,

The rest of it seemingly silent.

This is is not an isolated event.

With the amount of bullets

Fired into the sky above my house,

I fear some chaotic and pernicious

New near-outer-space constellation

Hangs just above my hair, suspended

In a pitiless poise like the sickle

Of Old Man Doom drinking in

My constant dread when I

Feel the whoosh of the blade.

Tonight at 8 pm 6 rounds of sirens wailed

Like parties of hungry banshees,

Tracked around close by,

Ghouling between

back-roads and back-woods-

A converging of criminal conglomerates

Making secret conveenings

Before descending fury upon

Private apartment complexes

And project houses.

Murmurings of heart troubles,

Chest-pains, major structural fires,

Gunshot wounds, over the radio static:

"Engine 6 Battalion 6, Squad 6"-

All role-called out of queue into action.

I am in the neighborhood of Leviathan.

I can feel it's pulse, smell the night-sigh

Low wind picking up the putrid scent,

Sickly miasma pouring out from between

It's hot and gluttonous fangs,

Perpetual tragedy emanating from

It's war-hungry heart-beat.

By its very drumming it has

Agitated conflict all around.

Faster and faster, the beating

Shifts the room

into new configurations;

Car-alarms scream off

In the negative nocturn,

A pitch of Hell's cadance

And the flames rage,

A demented cackle

Dancing utop the helter-skelter...

Then all collapses mutely into

The resolute silence as before-

Ghost-calls to the wind ceasing-

Or seeming to.

[restlessmaknae]

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K / KOGA YUDAI

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K x female reader/you One day, he was your everything, and the next day, he faded into bittersweet memories. Now, after exactly 5 years, you might be able to patch things up again.