#playing valorant is so boring alone ;;;;;

[hamausagi]

i miss having friends to play games with

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

A Dragon's Wedding

pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC

summary: The wedding of Helaena and Rhaegal is finally here. And so is the wedding night.

Word count: 5,5K

Warnings: Fluff, incest, mention of alcohol, mention of blood, smut, P in V, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Slight breeding kink

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The air in Rhaegal's chamber was charged with anticipation. The grand stone walls of Dragonstone cast a cool, muted light on the scene within. Rhaegal Targaryen, the soldier prince, stood before a polished mirror, his mismatched eyes capturing a flicker of excitement he would never admit to anyone.

One eye was a striking amethyst, inherited from the Targaryen line; the other, a piercing shade of blue, a unique feature shared with his mother. His tall, lean figure bore the marks of a warrior, a testament to his years of rigorous training. Silverlight, his sword, hung proudly on his belt, a symbol of his skill and valor.

As he stood in front of the mirror, Rhaegal's platinum-blonde hair cascaded down to just below his shoulders, its shimmering strands the color of dragonfire. He had chosen to leave it loose, refusing the intricate braids and embellishments favoured by others on this momentous occasion.

In the corner of the room, his chosen servant, a trusted figure who had been by his side through countless battles, worked diligently to fasten the intricate clasps of his royal wedding attire. Rhaegal's preference for privacy was clear; he had allowed only this one male servant to assist him in this most intimate of moments.

Rhaegal maintained his stoic demeanour, his face an unreadable mask. He was a soldier prince, after all, and emotions were best kept hidden, especially on a day as significant as this.

As the servant carefully adjusted the royal cloak bearing the Targaryen sigil on his shoulders, Rhaegal couldn't help but steal a glance at the ornate wedding attire laid out on the bed. It was resplendent in shades of crimson and black, meant for a princess of House Targaryen. Today, Helaena would become his wife, his partner in the intricate dance of politics and power.

While excitement bubbled beneath his stoicism, he held onto the discipline that had guided him through countless battles. Rhaegal Targaryen was ready, but he allowed no one, not even his future bride, to see the depth of emotion that lay beneath the surface.

And so, as he prepared to embark on this new chapter of his life, the soldier prince stood tall, a symbol of strength and composure, ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs lay ahead in his union with Princess Helaena Targaryen.

The room was filled with a quiet sense of purpose as Rhaegal's servant finished fastening the last clasp on his royal attire. The cloak, bearing the Targaryen sigil, lay perfectly across his broad shoulders.

Rhaegal, with his platinum-blonde hair framing his strong, chiseled features, surveyed his reflection in the mirror one last time. He nodded, satisfied with his appearance, though his mismatched eyes held a hint of apprehension.

"Thank you," he said to the servant, his voice measured and controlled. The servant bowed respectfully and exited the room, leaving Rhaegal alone with his thoughts.

With practiced precision, Rhaegal slid Silverlight into its ornate scabbard, feeling the familiar weight of his sword. It was a companion he had trusted on countless battlefields, and today, it symbolized his readiness for the intricate political battles of the Targaryen court.

As he turned away from the mirror, his gaze landed on the wedding attire laid out for Helaena, a resplendent vision of crimson and black. The sight reminded him of the significant role they were to play in the intricate dance of the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaegal's stoic facade remained firmly in place, but deep within, he couldn't deny a surge of anticipation. He knew that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life—one that held both challenges and triumphs. His marriage to Princess Helaena was a political alliance, but he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them as husband and wife.

With one last glance at the mirror, he took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering. Today, he would stand before gods and men, pledging himself to Helaena, a princess of House Targaryen. As the soldier prince, he understood the importance of the union, and he was determined to fulfill his duty with honor and dedication.

Rhaegal exited the chamber, his steps steady and measured. The ceremony awaited, and he would face it with the same composure that had guided him through battles and challenges in the past. The soldier prince was ready for the next chapter of his life, even if the depth of his emotions remained hidden beneath his stoic exterior.

As Rhaegal stood ready, the weight of tradition and duty pressed upon his shoulders. His mismatched eyes, one amethyst and the other blue, held a depth of determination as he prepared to marry Princess Helaena Targaryen, a union that would bind two Valyrian souls together.

But Rhaegal was adamant that their marriage would honor their Valyrian heritage. They were dragons, descendants of the old Valyria, and their union deserved to be celebrated in the ancient Valyrian way.

In the chambers where Helaena awaited, a sense of quiet reverence filled the air. The ceremony would be performed before the crowd in the Throne room, a sacred place that had witnessed countless Targaryen unions.

Rhaegal, in his resplendent attire, made his way to the Throne room, where the room buzzed with excitement from the guests who were probably witnessing a Valyrian wedding for the first time. The quiet murmurs of guests could be heard as they gathered, eager to witness the Valyrian wedding.

As the ceremony began, the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the air, resonating with centuries of tradition. Rhaegal and Helaena exchanged vows in the ancient tongue, their words carrying the weight of their house and their legacy.

The hushed gathering of Targaryen family and trusted allies watched in awe as the Valyrian wedding ceremony unfolded. The air was filled with the weight of tradition, and the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the Throne room.

The Valyrian ceremony continued with the offering of ancient Valyrian symbols—a silver chalice filled with the purest Dragonstone wine and a dragon's egg, symbolising the fire and blood that flowed through their veins. As the sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the couple, they each took a sip of the wine and touched the dragon's egg, a powerful symbol of their bond and destiny.

Rhaegal and Princess Helaena Targaryen, their amethyst and sapphire eyes reflecting the ancient lineage of Valyria, exchanged vows in the venerable tongue of their forefathers. Their words carried the resonance of centuries of Targaryen history, binding them together in a union that was as enduring as the Valyrian steel their house prized.

With half of Westeros as their witnesses, they sealed their vows with a kiss, a symbol of their commitment and love. The Targaryen sigil, a crimson dragon on a black field, was emblazoned on their garments, a testament to their shared heritage

With the blessing of the measter, the Valyrian ceremony was complete, and Rhaegal couldn't help but feel a profound connection to Helaena as they stood together before gods and men.

But they were mindful of the complexities of their world, where the Green Queen held sway. To honor both their Valyrian heritage and the political realities of their time, Rhaegal and Helaena decided to host a second ceremony, a Seven wedding, for the benefit of the Green Queen and her court.

After the Valyrian ceremony, the couple, still resplendent in their regal attire, where the Seven wedding was to take place was the same as the Valyrian Wedding.

Rhaegal's eyes, held a subtle blend of tradition and compromise. He understood the necessity of diplomacy in their world, and so he would entertain the Green Queen with grace and dignity.

The Seven wedding unfolded with the grandeur and opulence that was expected in the Targaryen court, pleasing the Green Queen and her supporters.

Through the day, Rhaegal and Helaena navigated the delicate balance between honoring their Valyrian roots and appeasing the political forces at play. It was a testament to their adaptability and strength as a couple, bound not only by love but also by the intricate web of Targaryen politics.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over Dragonstone, Rhaegal and Helaena, united in both Valyrian and Green ceremonies, faced the future as husband and wife. Their love, their traditions, and their compromises were the foundation upon which their journey would unfold, a testament to the complexities of their world and their enduring commitment to each other.

The Throne Room of the Red Keep was transformed into a grand banquet hall, its towering iron throne overshadowed by the opulence of the occasion. The long, feasting tables were adorned with rich crimson and black banners, the colors of House Targaryen, and dragon motifs adorned the walls.

Rhaegal Targaryen, resplendent in his crimson and black attire, did not leave the side of his new wife, Princess Helaena Targaryen. She was a vision of Valyrian beauty, her flowing gown as ethereal as dragonfire, her eyes shimmering with joy.

The guests, an assembly of Targaryen kin, noble lords, and ladies from various houses, gathered to celebrate the union of the soldier prince and the princess. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as they enjoyed the lavish feast.

As the evening progressed, Rhaegal led Helaena to the center of the Throne Room, where a space had been cleared for dancing. The couple stood together, their eyes locked, lost in the moment as they prepared for their first dance as husband and wife.

The soft strains of a Valyrian melody filled the air, and they began to move gracefully across the polished floor, their movements synchronised as if they had been dancing together their entire lives. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only Rhaegal and Helaena in their world of shared happiness.

As they danced, their connection deepened, and Helaena couldn't help but blush whenever their eyes met. Rhaegal, always composed and stoic, found himself enchanted by her beauty and grace. He whispered words of affection and love, meant for her ears alone, as they swayed to the music.

Slowly, other couples joined them on the dance floor, celebrating their union and the joyous occasion. The Throne Room came alive with the revelry of lords and ladies, their laughter and merriment echoing off the stone walls.

Rhaegal and Helaena continued to dance, their love and unity on display for all to see. In that moment, surrounded by the grandeur of the Red Keep and the warmth of their guests, they knew that their union was a cause for celebration, a testament to the enduring strength of House Targaryen.

As the night wore on and the feast continued, Rhaegal and Helaena remained inseparable, their bond deepening with each passing moment. Their Valyrian wedding had marked the beginning of their journey as husband and wife, and the celebration in the Throne Room was a testament to their love and the joy it brought to those around them.

In the Throne Room of the Red Keep, Rhaegal Targaryen and Princess Helaena Targaryen took to the center of the polished floor, bathed in the soft, flickering glow of dragon-themed candles. Their eyes locked, and they began to dance to the enchanting strains of a Valyrian melody.

Amid the grandeur of the Throne Room, Rhaegal leaned in, his voice a tender whisper that only she could hear over the music.

"You look radiant tonight, my love," he murmured. "Every star in the sky must be jealous of your beauty."

Helaena blushed, her smile brightening. Their movements were graceful, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced.

"And you, Rhaegal, are the most dashing soldier prince to ever grace the Red Keep," she replied with a fondness in her voice.

As they twirled, Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with humour and love.

"Do you remember the time we met in the courtyard, and you tripped over your own gown?" he reminisced. "I thought you were trying to impress me with a dance move."

Helaena giggled, her laughter like a melodic tune. "You caught me before I could fall flat on my face."

Their laughter mingled with the music as they danced, their worries and the weight of their roles momentarily forgotten.

"Of course, I couldn't let you face that humiliation alone," Rhaegal chuckled. "It's a soldier prince's duty to save princesses from tripping mishaps."

Helaena's eyes sparkled as she remembered that day. "And you did so gallantly."

Their banter continued, Rhaegal ensuring that their minds were focused on the joy of the moment, not the expectations of their wedding night.

"And speaking of duties, my love," he said softly, "let's not think about the wedding night just yet. Tonight, we celebrate our union with joy and merriment."

Helaena nodded in agreement, her gaze locked onto his. "Agreed, Rhaegal. Let's savour this moment and the love we share."

As they danced, their whispered jokes and words of love created a bubble of happiness around them. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soldier prince and the princess in their world of shared laughter, love, and celebration.

Amid the splendour of the Throne Room, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance continued, their steps perfectly synchronised to the Valyrian melody that filled the air. Their eyes remained locked, and the world seemed to fade away as they danced together.

Rhaegal's voice, soft and filled with devotion, found its way into the quiet moments between the notes of the music.

"I promise you, Helaena," he whispered, his gaze unwavering, "I will protect you until the end of my days."

Helaena's heart swelled with emotion at his words. She knew what he meant, though the name went unspoken. It was a vow of love and commitment that extended beyond the dance, beyond the festivities of this night.

In that moment, she felt safe in his arms, secure in the knowledge that Rhaegal would always stand by her side. She smiled, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude.

Their dance continued, and Helaena chose not to mention the looming uncertainties that hung in the air. She knew that with her father's passing, the realm teetered on the brink of war, a reality that could not be ignored. But tonight was for celebration, for love, and for the promise they held in their hearts.

As they moved gracefully across the floor, their unspoken understanding and the bond they shared deepened. It was a testament to the strength of their love and their willingness to face an uncertain future together.

In the midst of the joy and laughter that surrounded them, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance carried with it the weight of their unspoken vows and the unbreakable bond that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the hours of celebration unfolded in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, revelry and merriment filled the air. The festivities seemed endless, but the joyful atmosphere took an unexpected turn when Aegon, fueled by the excesses of wine, made a brash announcement.

"It's time for the bedding ceremony!" Aegon declared, his voice slurred with drunkenness.

The revellers, caught off guard, erupted into cheers and laughter, as was the tradition in many Westerosi weddings. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when some of the more enthusiastic guests began to approach Rhaegal and Helaena, intent on taking part in the customary undressing of the bride.

Rhaegal, ever protective of his new wife, swiftly pulled Helaena away from the advancing guests. With determination in his mismatched eyes, he guided her through the maze of well-wishers and out of the Throne Room.

They arrived at the chamber they were to share from that night on, a haven of privacy away from the revelry. Rhaegal's stance was unwavering, and his voice held a firm edge.

"No one will enter this room," he declared to anyone who dared to approach. "I'll cut off the balls of anyone who attempts to step across this threshold without our consent."

His words were a stark reminder of his authority and his determination to protect Helaena's dignity and their shared moment. The threats hung in the air, a clear warning to those who might seek to invade their privacy.

Inside the room, Rhaegal closed the door behind them, creating a barrier against the world outside. He turned to Helaena, his expression softening.

"No one will intrude on our union," he assured her, his voice gentle. "We decide when and how our wedding night unfolds."

Their love and respect for each other were evident in that moment, as they stood united against the expectations and pressures of tradition. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as husband and wife, on their terms, in their own time.

In the dimly lit chamber, Rhaegal and Helaena stood facing each other, the weight of the evening's events still hanging in the air. Helaena, poised to undress as per tradition, hesitated at the threshold of their new life together.

But Rhaegal, ever considerate and attuned to her emotions, gently placed a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"We don't need to do anything tonight," he murmured, his mismatched eyes filled with understanding and love.

Helaena, overcome with emotions, felt a surge of gratitude and affection for her husband. In that tender moment, she leaned forward and kissed him straight on the lips. Their kiss was a sweet, heartfelt embrace, a testament to the depth of their connection and the love that had blossomed between them.

As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked once more, and Rhaegal's hand gently cupped her cheek. In that moment, they understood that their love would guide them through the complexities of their world, and their wedding night, as significant as it was, could wait for a time when their hearts were ready.

In each other's arms, they found solace and comfort, a sanctuary of love and understanding. As they prepared to embark on the journey of marriage, they knew that their bond would be the foundation upon which they built their life together, a testament to the enduring strength of their love.

Much to Rhaegal's surprise Helaena deepened the kiss, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers moving through the very little stubble he let grow. Her lips were so soft and tasted of strawberries from the tarts he watched her eat happily during the feast.

"Hel, we don't have to" Rhaegal tried assuring her again. She smiled pulling away a little. Rhaegal thought she would stop then but what surprised him when she began undoing the bodice of her dress.

"But I want to" She muttered, blushing furiously. Seeing the tremble in her hands, Rhaegal reached over taking both of her hands into his and pulled them up to kiss them both.

"Alright, but do tell me to stop when you feel uncomfortable or in pain or just simply want to stop" Rhaegal did not proceed from there until she gave him a nod.

Rhaegal leaned down claiming her lips gently, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore. He let go of her hands to wrap them around her waist instead and pulled her closer to his body. Helaena's hand moved to hold his muscular biceps as she tried to imitate the way his lips moved and kiss him back.

Rhaegal with careful movement began removing Helaena's heavy wedding dress, one piece at a time until she was left only in her linen. He groaned at the sight of her perky nipples peaking through the white fabric. A small spot was also present at the front of her linen showing her arousal.

"You look delicious, dōna vaokses" Sweet spider. Rhaegal murmured with his gruff voice. Helaena clenched her thighs at the sound of his voice, at the nickname he had given her, sweet spider? Her favorite insect? It was too much.

"Kepus" Uncle. Helaena whispered her plea. Rhaegal smiled sweetly down at her. He crouched down slightly to place his hands behind her thighs before standing up again straight. Helaena squealed a little as he pulled her up with him, her legs moved to wrap around his waist for support and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She blushed when she heard laughter behind the door, people were listening in on them.

"Ignore them, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal whispered. Helaena nodded slightly and looked down at him instead of the door. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own missing the feeling of his lips.

Rhaegal moved towards the bed and gently moved to kneel on it before laying her on her back on it. He remained on top of her. His hands moved down to feel her thighs pulling them off his waist, his hands grabbing at them, kneading the flesh wanting to feel more of her soft skin.

His lips trailed down to her neck, placing gentle kisses, she deserved nothing but kindness, she was a gentle soul. She deserved nothing but the best.

Helaena's breathing picked up as Rhaegal trailed down to kiss down to the neckline of her linen. A gasp tore through her lips when his fingers ripped the edges and ripped it right down the middle. Rhaegal chuckled at her reaction and looked up watching her face. Her eyes looked dazed almost. Her fingers ran through his loose hair, playing with the strands before grabbing a fist of it gently and pushed his head closer to her flesh.

Rhaegal obeyed and resumed kissing down to her breasts. They were perfect, she was perfect, that was all Rhaegal could think of. His lips trailed around her right breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned arching her back wanting to shove more of the flesh into his mouth. His hand moved up her bare stomach to grab the other breast and give it some attention.

"Kepus" Helaena whimpered. Her hand trailed down to his shoulder pulling him closer, frowning when she realised he was fully clothes still.

"Too much clothes" She whispered. Rhaegal let go of her tit with a pop. He sat up on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt. Helaena watched with hooded eyes as Rhaegal shed one piece of clothing after the other.

"Gevie" Beautiful. She stated, sitting up to run her fingers from his shoulder to his belly, where it was littered with scars he gained through the years.

"You think so, dōna vaokses?" Rhaegal asked with a teasing smile. Helaena noticed that she had spoke out loud, blushed furiously. Rhaegal claimed her lips in a second pushing her back to lay fully on her back again.

"You are much much more Gevie, sweet Helaena" Rhaegal muttered against her lips. He slowly slid down littering kisses in his wake. Helaena's head fell back when he reached her breasts again.

He gave them the loved they deserved, kissing, kneading and littered them with bruises for people to see tomorrow, he will make sure she will wear one of his many gifts, a dress with a low neckline to show his marks off. So men would back away and never even think about coming near his wife ever.

His lips continued down to her belly, he pushed his tongue in her belly button teasing her. Helaena moaned, her fingers grabbing at his hair when he wet a sensitive spot she did not know was sensitive in the first place. Rhaegal smirked in victory and moved on.

He kneeled down on the floor, face to face with her crying cunny. He pushed her knees apart to show more of her beauty. Helaena's breath hitched in her throat, raising her head to watch his reaction.

Rhaegal winked at her before diving in. His tongue licked a long strip up her slit. Helaena's head fell back again on the mattress, she has never touched that area before, having been warned many times by her mother before.

Rhaegal found her swollen pearl with ease, it was just very swollen and ready to be devoured. He sucked at it earning a loud moan from Helaena. He moved down prodding at her hole with the wet muscle of his tongue.

"Kepus" Helaena begged. She sounded so sweet, she sounded so desperate. Rhaegal did not make her wait and pushed his tongue inside of her. Moaning at the taste of her cunt, the vibrations sent shockwaves through Helaena's body.

"You taste so sweet" Rhaegal complimented. He moved one of his fingers to touch her whole. Her whole body tensed at the feeling.

Rhaegal shushed her before slowly moving his finger inside of her. Tongue toying with her pearl to ease the discomfort. Helaena's grip on his head tightened but she did not protest. Rhaegal waited for her to stop him but after a couple of minutes it was obvious she was not going to.

"Good Vaokses" Spider. Rhaegal praised, he wiggled his finger inside of her in search of the rough spot all women had but not all men found.

The second he touched it Helaena's whole body jerked in shock. She has never felt such pleasure before in her life. Rhaegal slowly pushed a second finger inside testing the waters. Helaena's legs tried to close around him but his free hand pushed her leg open and she forced the second one open.

His tongue resumed it's torture on her pearl, he wanted this experience to be as pleasant as possible for her as it will be for him. His cock was throbbing but he did not touch it, no he wanted it to last and he will try as hard as possible to make it last.

"Helaena" He muttered against her pearl. Helaena's body jerked with the vibrations of his voice. Her breathing grew even more shallow.

"So full" She whimpered. A buzzing like feeling started taking over senses. Rhaegal smirked victorious as she orgasmed on his tongue and fingers not even knowing what was happening.

"So good" She cried, her back arched off the bed. Rhaegal's ear buzzed with anticipation he could barely hear the cheering outside of the room.

"Good Vaokses" Rhaegal pulled away from her cunt and climbed on top of her. Helaena looked at him with eyes full of love. He couldn't help but kiss her, she was just so beautiful. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips.

"Ready?" He asked her. Her eyes trailed down to his throbbing length, eyes widened at the sight. She gulped but nodded her head either way.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to" He reminded her. Helaena took a deep breath and nodded.

Rhaegal groaned as he grabbed the base of his cock, he was sensitive even to his own touch after refusing himself pleasure for so long. He placed the tip on her pearl rubbing it slightly, moaning slightly at the feeling of her flesh on him. Helaena placed her hands on his shoulders preparing herself mentally.

After gathering enough of her wetness to cover his entire length he began pushing in the tip. Helaena groaned at the feeling, his fingers were nowhere near as big as his cock, even just the tip. He pushed himself inside of her inch by inch. Groaning when she latched her teeth to the flesh of his shoulder, but he did not dare complain because she was in much more pain than him.

"Uncomfortable" She whimpered. "So full" Rhaegal stopped all movement once he was full sheathed inside of her tight virgin cunt. He wanted to cry out with pleasure at the feeling but held himself back.

"Fuck" Came the word out of his mouth involuntary. Helaena nodded slowly giving him permission to continue. Rhaegal let out a loud moan by accident when he pulled out and pushed back. Helaena tensed when she heard the cheering yet again but soon forgot all about it with the rocking of Rhaegal's hips.

"More" She begged, eyes growing teary with pleasure. Rhaegal obeyed her, he was like a puppet now, he was fully cunt drunk, he was her slave and she knew nothing of how to control him. If she asked him to kill the whole world, he would mount Vyraxes and burn the world for her.

"Fuck, tightest cunt I've ever fucked" He groaned in her ear. Helaena's moans grew in volume, her arms pulling him closer, in search of his lips to silence herself.

Rhaegal lost full control at the taste of her lips, his hips went from rocking to fully slamming against hers. His hips snapped with no rhythm except lust desire.

Rhaegal swished his spit inside of his mouth before pushing it inside of her mouth. Helaena moaned not expecting to find spit swapping attractive but her body spasmed with the pleasure of it.

"Close" She whimpered against his lips. Rhaegal watched her face contract with pleasure. Her legs began shaking by his sides, her hands holding fists of his hair or flesh, eyes rolling back.

"Come on dōna vaokses, come on my cock" Rhaegal encouraged. Helaena cried loudly, body shaking, head falling back. Her cries turned to screams of pleasure, she wanted to stay in this moment forever.

"I'm gonna fill you up to the brim, you will be dripping my cum for weeks" Rhaegal growled. Helaena wanted nothing else, she found nothing else more desirable.

"Fill me up, kepus, give me a child, kepus" She cried. Rhaegal had half a mind to cover her mouth so no one would hear, those words were for his ears alone but then he wanted the entire world to hear, he wanted them to know who she belonged to.

"You want my child?" Rhaegal teased. One of his hands trailed down between their bodied finding her pearl. He tweaked it with care and love. Helaena let out a surprised scream, a scream Rhaegal was more than happy to go deaf listening to.

"Yes let me make you a kepa, kepus" Father, uncle. Helaena cried. Her beautiful curly platinum hair was around her head like a halo and Rhaegal wished for their children to have her hair shade instead of his. Hers was more beautiful, despite the little difference.

"Kepus" She begged, body spasming with a third orgasm. The tightness of her walls threw Rhaegal over the edge. He let out a deep growl as he spilled himself inside of her, painting her walls white. He hoped his cum would take and make them a beautiful child.

"Kepus" Helaena whispered. The cheering outside grew in volume when they could no longer hear their moans or the bed banging against the wall.

"Shhh, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal shushed her. He kissed her forehead as he pulled out of her red and swollen cunt. Helaena sniffled a little at the movement. Rhaegal moved to help her out of the shredded linen she wore still. There on the bottom was her innocence blood.

Rhaegal caring not for modesty walked over to the door and opened it a smidge to keep Helaena's naked form hidden, behind the door stood a group of men from other houses including Aegon, the queen and a smirking Daemon and maester.

"Leave" Rhaegal ordered throwing the linen in the face of the maester who pulled it away with disgust. The crowd cheered at the sight of the blood, not like Rhaegal's sweaty face and wet hair was enough proof of what was happening behind the door or the noises and moans.

"I said leave!" Rhaegal yelled when no one moved. The crowd still cheering did not grow disheartened but moved to leave the couple. The queen stayed a little longer trying to look into the room but Rhaegal slammed the door in her face after saying quickly "She is alright".

As Rhaegal retreated to their shared bed, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambience in their chamber, they settled in, their hearts still racing from the emotions of the day. Helaena, exhausted and on the verge of sleep, welcomed Rhaegal's comforting presence.

Rhaegal curled up beside her, his arms wrapping around her as they lay in each other's embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his lips barely grazing her skin.

"Rest now, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night. "Close your eyes, and let the dreams carry you away."

Helaena's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing against his. She listened to the cadence of his voice, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.

Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with promises of a bright future, a future where their children would be silver-haired like them, beautiful like her, smart and intelligent like her, and strong like him. His hands moved gently across her stomach, his touch a silent prayer for the children they hoped to bring into the world.

"You and I," he murmured, "we will build a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet. Our family will be a testament to the love we share, a legacy of House Targaryen."

As he spoke, the weight of the day's events seemed to lift, replaced by the anticipation of the life they would create together. In the quiet of the night, their hearts beat in unison, and the promise of a future filled with love and family guided them into the realm of dreams.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, their hearts full of hope and love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Playing Valorant alone was always one of your biggest fears, even though you were a professional player and had enough experience to speak up for yourself you always fell victim to the what if thoughts during certain games. Spiraling down those thoughts always seemed impossible to let go of ; Lucky something always distracted you from venturing any further into those thoughts

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, just as you were starting to worry your phone rang making you stop what you were doing and picking up the incoming call

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“I’m setting up my stream wait, in the meantime join the discord vc”

“Girl hurry up”

“Damn bro stop rushing me i’m almost done i'm fixing my mic, I’ll join the discord when i finish up bye bye”

“Hurry up if not i’m not playing with you bye bye”

Just as you were done setting up your mic you joined the discord vc to see shindo and shinsou also on the call

“I thought you guys were streaming why are you on call” you questioned

“Ehh we got bored and decided to just chill in call and hear you guys play val” Shindo said

“50 bucks y/n throws this game” shinsou said

“Haha hilarious you asshole, you wanna talk about throwing games let's talk about your two week lose streak back to back”

“Alright bro you didn’t have to do all that, just say you’re pressed and move on i guess”

“When i see you shinso it’s on fucking sight bro, bring your boxing gloves hoe”

“Or what”

“Oh my god both of you shut up, Y/N join my party i already sent the invite”Jirous voice interrupted you and shinou’s bickering

After nearly 20 minutes of you and Jirou playing you guys were approaching the end of the game with one last match having to take place in order for you guys to win the game. Saying you were exhausted was an understatement so needing some fun in the game you held a poll on your chat asking what you should do for the last round and surprisingly majority voted to play pistol only as it would’ve been fun. And that’s exactly what you decided on doing

“We should all do eco this round, with light shields and classical pistols” You had said to your team's general voice chat

“I’m down i’m getting bored of this game either way” a girl said

“Yeah i’m also down why not” Another girl said

“I mean why not we could win this round so sure” yet another girl also agreeing with your idea

“Jirou play eco this round let’s win this last round with thrifty that would be funny as hell” You commed

“Sure”

Just as the round started you lurked around b site playing around with your raze kit and knife making markings along the walls 

“Y/N there’s someone around the corner i set up cypher traps but they have guardian one tap and you're done for” jirou commed

“Relax i have roomba with me we’ll be ight”

“Y/N says that and she’s always first to die with than damn robot” Shinso said 

“Shut the hell up bro if i miss my shots i’ll get a medium to put a hex on you”

“Girl shut up and shoot 2 of them are coming to sight” jirou commed

“Damn bro y’all on my ass i know, i got it”

As Y/N as holding down b site two enemies had entered site you used paint shells as decoy and shot two of the enemies

“2 down, i think some might be lurking mid jirou tell iso to hold mid”

“Iso IS holding down mid dumbass look at mini map”

“Well not anymore she’s dead go hold down mid i’ll rotate to a”

“Shindo do you ever think about like what if dress to impress ever added a serving cunt category like imagine someone dressed up as maddie from euphoria” shinso talked into mic

“No because honestly think about it that would make the game so much better, i NEED that category added”

“I got sage, our phoenix commed 2 in a Y/N let’s rotate”

“Bro our whole team just full on died it’s just us” jirou said as she was checking player starts

“We’re winning this with hopes and dreams bro”

“Trust, trust i’ve been practicing my aim i can clutch this watch” y/n said

Just as Y/N and jirou were holding down a sight the enemy teams yoru had teleported behind jirou, though it was a good strategy on their part jirou managed to kill them, leaving the round between the enemy chamber, you and jirou. You do have to say as smart as the chamber was for using decoys they weren’t smart enough to kill jirou, they weren’t smart enough to realized you had your ultimate so just in time when they peaked you managed to kill them

‘THRIFTY’ was all that was heard as the round ended

Not wanting to leave a sour taste on the other players you left a message you thought was nice and Whitty on general chat ‘no scope :P wp’ 

“Alright jirou i think i’m gonna hop off i need to take care of my hedgehog bye jirou bye stream I'll see you guys hopefully tomorrow at the same time as today stay safe and hydrated guys”

Meanwhile…

“I FUCKING LOST TO A RAZE WITH NO DAMN GUN HOW BRO HOW” was all that was heard through bakugos stream

“AND WHAT KIND OF NAMES IS BARBONIE273?”

“THIS HAS TO BE SOME JOKE THERE’S NO WAY BRO HOW”

Just as he managed to somewhat calm down from the anger of that match he cut the clip and uploaded the rest to twitter

A/N. AHHHHH i finally finished the first chapter im so exhausted ngl but yayyy

taglist.@twinnintwink , @sara4uuu , @captainshindo , [open just ask to be in it :))]

[kazvha]

The Valorant guys meet your parents for the first time

Including: Iso, Yoru, & Phoenix

ISO

• This guy better not say anything about having been a contract killer

• Iso brought a fruit basket as a gift for your parents and your mom immediately pulled you over to gush about how cute he is

• Before he arrived you two spent an hour on the phone trying to decide what he should wear. And let me tell you he cleaned himself up nicely😩 If he's doing something, he's making sure he's doing it right

• He's a really quiet one, but he answers all your parents' questions politely and tries to keep the conversation flowing

• They notice the sparks in his eyes whenever he mentions his grandma. "Your grandma raised you well."

• Very agreeable dinner and your parents like him very much.

• Your siblings found him boring. Not that you care though

8/10

YORU

• When your parents opened the door and saw this man wearing tight joggers and a rugged t-shirt paired with his biker jacket, their mouths dropped slightly. What were you thinking picking up that guy??

• They tiptoed around him, and the conversation was rough. You had to act as the intermediary before the whole thing became too awkward

• "You're good with bikes?" As soon as your dad heard this he asked Yoru to help him fix his machine

• And off they went

• When they came back they were laughing loudly and your dad's arm was over Yoru's shoulders

• You don't question what happened, you're just glad he got your dad's approval

• Your siblings are quite scared of Yoru. They fled into their rooms after the dinner was over.

6/10

PHOENIX

• He came too late. The food already got cold ToT

• Phoenix apologized as soon as you opened the door. "I'm so sorry!"

• He didn't stop apologizing throughout the entire meal. But for some reason, he didn't want to tell you why he was late

• ... anyways

• After that, the dinner was enjoyable, Phoenix just knows how to entertain people. Even your parents warmed up to him

• Your siblings love him. After you finished eating they dragged him up to their rooms to play/talk with him. So no alone time :(

7/10

[southparktexts]

HEY TOBESS!!!

ok so i maybeeeee want main 4 ( or main 3, i really don't care for cartman ) x reader

but like them playing BOARD GAMES (or video games) with reader

like pure fluff and it's so cute and yadadada

I'M NOT CREATIVE OK.

anyways LOVE U TOBES

– an🎱n 🤭🤭🤭

( i'm lttr requesting u every 2 seconds keeping u on ur toes fr. ur never getting rid of me HAHAHAHA )

ANONNN FINALLY I GOT UP TO THIS REQ OF FUCKING COURSEE

main 3 playing games

kyle :

- okay i better not hear ANY fucking complaining in the comments because i play this game

- he plays valorant.

- NOW I KNOW IT SOUNDS BAD BUT HEAR ME OUT

- having you sit on his lap as you watch him play

- giving you kisses in between rounds where he dies or buying

- if he’s playing competitively and he’s losing the ONLY and only reason why he’s still calm and not losing his shit is because of you.

- if you’re getting bored he’ll purposely die just to cover you in kisses

- i feel like i should add some valorant and kyle headcannons so LET. ME. COOK.

- clove // killjoy main

- he loves playing support, not a duelist type of guy

- doesn’t like playing heals

- rank is definitely bronze

- peak at one point was probably gold

- prob spent all his allowance on skins

stan :

- whoever disagrees on this, fuck you

- hear me out

- league.

- HEARRRR ME OUT.

- toxic league boyfriend and supportive girlfriend dynamic

- he likes you on his lap, not facing the screen but him.

- like when hes playing and your head is buried into his neck.

- you’re also probably one of the thing that keeps him calm at this point

- … and not loud

- literally if he’s alone he will scream to fucking loud at teammates

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING??”

- besides that.

- the toxicity on him is crazy insane when it comes to league

- one time some girl tried to hit on him and he literally got comm banned for being toxic..

- whoops?

- he is one of those people who will whisper i love you in your ears during rounds and plays with your hair if he died.

- knowing him, hardstuck bronze 3

- peak silver 2

- watches dantes ngl

- main Vayne or Darius

kenny :

- as much as i hate to admit it. this man is poor.

- his favourite game is roblox

- unlike stan and kyle he actually wants you to play with him

- as much as he prefers you to sit on his lap, playing with you is so much more fun

- i can see him having those new avatars with face tracking

- definitely plays a lot of arsenal

- 1v1 ‘s between him go crazy

- blames every death on ping.

- HE HAS ROBLOX VC

- hear me out dahood vc with him would go crazy

- once there was an ‘deep voice’ eboy trying to hit on you.

- lets say that ended up with a community voice chat banned for 3 days and also a bunch of stomps

- hes so protective of you

- literally FORCES you to wear matching fits with him in roblox

- you guys get called edaters.

- kenny also unironically plays dress to impress and royale high

- he also unironically MAKES THE BEST FITS???

- hes special like dat ;-;

[mitzyart]

★ some wd/wd2 valorant headcanons

as an ex valo player 😁

had a small discussion of this with my partner :3

★Aiden

Main: Omen

Fill: Sova

Rank: Bronze 1

☆ Jackson asked him to play

☆ Tried his best to get better so he’d want to play more with him

☆ “He gets me Jacks” (Omen) 

★Jordi

Main: Chamber + Reyna

Rank: Plat 2

☆ Plays as a guilty pleasure

☆ Surprisingly pretty good at it

☆ Plays alone

☆ Has the reaver skins

★Clara

Main: Vyse + Fade

Fill: Viper + Chamber

Rank: Gold 3

☆ Lowkey a valorant e-girl (for fun)

☆ Tries her best to teach Aiden

☆ Usually plays deathmatch when she's bored

★T-Bone Grady/Ray

Main: Brimstone + Breach

Rank: Unranked 

☆ Really annoying to play with sometimes

☆ Flashes people on accident

☆ Got chat banned once (was shit talking)

☆ Wrench blast packed him into the explosion, he was distraught

★Jackson

Main: Gekko

Fill: Skye

Rank: Gold 2

☆ Asked Aiden to play with him basically for bonding 

☆ Lowkey realized it was a bad idea

★Defalt

Main: Jett + Yoru

Rank: Immortal 2

☆ SWEAT !! 

☆ Has one main account and several alts

☆ Type of person to make alts to play with bronze players

☆ Has been banned a few times

★Marcus 

Main: Harbor

Fill: Kay/o + Phoenix

Learning: Yoru + Jett

Rank: Plat 3

☆ Tries his best to be positive while playing

☆ Helps Wrench with doing stupid shit 

☆ Usually the last guy alive ;; 

☆ Makes everyone play a few swift plays as a warm up

★Wrench

Main: Raze

Fill: Clove

Rank: Plat 3 

☆ Runs in and dies first

☆ Rages often, he’ll get up to pace (Personal vendetta against neon players) 

☆ Likes annoying the opposing team with nades <3

☆ ex CS player (the guy that says “erm… CS is harder”)

☆ probably has a username like "her raze" or something (tries to make josh match) /hj

★Sitara

Main: Sage + Reyna

Fill: Deadlock

Rank: Ascendant 1

☆ Knows a few Sage walls

☆ Usually likes having Horatio on her wall with her (or Josh)

☆ Battle Sage <3

☆ If they play in the hackerspace she’ll get up and shake Wrench’s chair if he does something annoying (Nading her, blast packing her off her wall, ETC)

★Josh

Main: Cypher + Deadlock + Sova

Fills: Viper + Iso + KJ

Learning: Brimstone + Yoru (Learning w/ Marcus)

Rank: Ascendant 2

☆ Really likes learning how to play more characters

☆ Knows SO many lineups (Tries to teach Wrench nade lineups)

☆ Has annoying ass cages and trips <3

☆ Can be lowkey passive aggressive 

★Horatio

Main: Astra + Gekko

Fill: Iso

Rank: Plat 3

☆ Doesn’t play as much due to work

☆ Insane aim (also a ex CS player)

☆ Knows how to do the Gekko twerk thing 🥲

☆ Prefers to just play swift plays

★Lenni

Mains: Neon + Jett

Fill: Reyna

Rank: Diamond 1

☆ RAAHH RAAHHHHH

☆ Joins games to just alt F4

☆ Most annoying neon main

★ this was made for my own enjoyment !! sorry if it isnt well made LOL ill return with art soon :D

[imkillerbae]

Beautiful Nightmare (Valorant Chamber x GN!Reader)

Words: 1.8k

CW: Slowburn, a lot of tension, a lot of kissing at the end, a lot of mistrust. Slightly horny content.

Summary: On a rainy day, you decide to explore the base, and you find the secretive Chamber tending to his weaponry, seemingly the only things in the world that he can trust. Reader is a simp. --------

“Rain, rain, go away… please I beg you.” Jett groaned, her palm gliding down the frosted windows.

You and Jett both planned to fly kites for fun today. The off days you get are few and far between, and feeling some grass and basking in the sunlight would’ve been a great way to spend it. Mother nature had other plans though.

Your head slams down on the table, and Reyna cringes at the sound of impact. She understood that the youngins were easy to bore while she enjoyed the soft sounds of rain pitter patting on the roof. “Don’t worry, we can still make this a great day.” Jett rubs your shoulders, and you give her a side eye. “How about this, we roam around the base! This place is huge, I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen the whole place!” She rubs her hands together, eagerly scheming. Her optimism was something you admired a lot.

“Really? What is there to see? Boxes of ammunition? Abandoned rooms? Gray walls?” You ask rhetorically. She shrugs in response. “Hey, there might be ghosts here you know. And plus, my idea beats wasting away our lives in this room.” She gestures to Cypher and KAY/O playing chess, the sound of their chess timer echoed in the room.

It was your turn to sigh. She was right. What other idea did you have anyway?

Plus, it was a good excuse to bump into him.

“Beats staying with these old people playing old people games.” You shrug, standing up, and Cypher gives you a scoff in response. “Just say you’re bad at this. Chess is an exhilarating game!”

Jett linked her arm with yours as you paced around the base. It was a large underground bunker type building, one of Valorant’s many bases. It wasn’t unusual for the team to move from one place to another during busy times. The rooms repeated themselves, as if multiplying by your increased boredom. Just when you think you’re hitting a dead end, more gray walls spawn from seemingly nowhere.

“Ah, shit. I need to pee.” Jett says, looking around for a bathroom she could use. “But the lavatories we passed by were two floors away?” You tell her, and she nods. “That’s not a problem. Just hope I don’t piss myself when I run up there.” She zooms past you and into the stairs, leaving you alone and bored.

You stood there for a while, waiting for her. But the silence was so loud, tinnitus hurting your ears. As luck would have it, you noticed that you were on the floor where Chamber resided often.

Chamber, well. He was something. Ever since you laid your eyes on the Frenchman, you knew you found him attractive. He was proud, suave and nonchalant. His gaze always made you melt, and the words of encouragement he gave you during battle always made you push on. Your conversations with him were always fruitful, even if sometimes he withheld information from you. Something about that was just so irresistible.

And he knew it. He knew that you were enamored.

It was obvious from the way you fumble on your words around him, your constant blushing, or whenever you worry about his health and safety before, during and after battles. So much so that you’ve heard the others bring up the situation to Vincent himself. Although he seems to have mastered the art of swaying the conversation to another direction. “It is merely a consequence of taking care of oneself,” you once heard him reply after being confronted about it.

Before you know it, you found yourself opening the door to his makeshift workshop. It was a shooting range, but since most kept their distance from him, he’d taken the empty range for himself.

“Yes?” He queries without sparing you a glance, tinkering at a gun who’s body was black, decorated with his signature gold markings. It glowed, mesmerizing you as you stood. “U-uhm, is it okay to watch you work?” You say nervously, fidgeting, unable to think of a proper excuse to intrude on his work at such a random time.

He lifts his eyes from his work and swivels his chair to face you, legs spread apart lazily on the seat. Twirling the small screwdriver between his fingers, he eyes you up and down. You gulp. It’s your first time ever being alone with your unrequited crush. No one anywhere to disturb you. Just you and him.

He smiles and then chuckles. “I do not mind at all, darling. I know I am quite the eyecatcher, even as I do the most mundane of things.” He replies smugly, and you nervously approach him, primping your hair and biting your lip. You were such a mess, and he barely even spoke yet.

“You arrived at the right time. I was just about to finish configuring the gears. Care to test the gun for me?” He says quietly, focused on his work. He glances at you for a reply, but he instead sees you staring at him instead of his work. This close, the gold tattoos at the side of his head were more vivid in color, gleaming almost. His hair wasn’t as kept clean as he’d prefer it, but it fit him all the same. Your heart skipped a beat. He was such a beautiful man.

He let you stare, thinking of the times Phoenix has implied your crush on him. He sighed on the inside, knowing too well that you had no chance. Not because he didn’t like you, not at all. If he were honest, he’d admit that he also had his eye on you. You were a great marksman, a team player, and most of all, vulnerable. In a way that you wore your heart on your sleeve, falling for a man like him.

That was the problem. You fell for a man like him. Someone who had too many secrets, too many crimes. Someone who was not trustworthy, someone not meant for a person like you. He’d only ruin your life if he entertained you.

Without warning, he stands up, and you jump in surprise. “The gun is as dashing as the wielder, yes?” He hands you the Vandal, modified to perfection. “Woah…” you say, breathless. Your heart was beating fast from staring, and so was his. He almost thought you two were going to close the gap and…

“I do not fancy rifles, but I have seen you carry the whole team wielding one. I am envious, of your skill, as well as your poise executing it.” He put his hands on his pockets, eyeing the targets before looking back at you with a small smirk. “I am honored to have you test this weapon for me.”

You nod, screaming on the inside. He was so close! He was much taller than you, especially with his confident posture. Blushing madly, you aim. Breathe in, breathe out. You pull the trigger, moving quickly from target to target. The scope was well engineered, as expected from the highly skilled weapons designer. The dust settles on the range as the gun’s barrel emitted smoke from the heat.

You examine the gun. “Wow, this is amazing… you’re so good at redesigning weapons to their max potential.” You smile at the gun, then back at Chamber, who took the gun from you. “A gun isn’t like people, ma cherie. Guns can be customized, reshaped, reworked to your liking, to maximize their firepower and work in synch with a radiant’s abilities.” He says, dragging a finger along the gold lines of the gun. He pulls the latch and reloads it.

“Unlike people, guns are trustworthy when manipulated to your liking.” He eyes you a bit harshly, but you almost miss it before he puts the gun down. “So be careful who you trust, ma cherie. Not everyone can be trusted.” He says with fake kindness in his eyes, stepping forward until he was merely inches away from you. A subtle warning. I’m not the one for you. Please, save yourself from pain. Leave.

You didn’t know what to reply to that. There was tension and it was increasing exponentially. Your bodies were mere inches away from each other, and you felt warm and fuzzy. You try your best to lift a hand and dust off his white shirt, your palm gliding over his broad chest, painfully slowly that he almost wanted to pull away. Your touch burned, in a good way.

“Well, know that you can always trust me, Vincent.” You say his name, and his breath hitches. Your touch made him tense up. You keep your hand on his chest, smiling happily. “And I’d gladly trust you with my life, anytime.” You say softly, closing the distance even more.

Before you could move any further, he pulls away from you, digging his nails on the desk. “I appreciate that, however it is best if you kept your distance from me.” He says sternly, avoiding your gaze. Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you snap out of it. “Why are you saying that?” You try to get close again, and he moves back. Seeing this, you instead reach for his cheek, then neck, and pull him closer as best as you could. He bends down, and you meet eye to eye again. It’s now or never, you thought to yourself.

“Chamber, you’ve proved time and time again that you can be trusted. You’ve saved us, saved me countless times. I don’t care what Brim says about you because I’ve seen what you can do. And what you choose to do,” you say, caressing his cheek, your eyes roaming his features before settling into those beautiful eyes. His lips part, but he says nothing.

“I’ll always keep you close… because I…” You stare into his dark brown eyes, his full of fear, and yours full of longing. He was someone who deceived and hid behind his machismo a sinister side. As much as he tried with style and glamour, nothing can change that.

Not even you.

“I love you.” You said finally, smiling as you softly stroke his cheek, a pale blush creeping up on his skin. He doesn’t pull away, despite this beautiful nightmare unfolding before his eyes. He glanced at your lips, and you caught it. “I am not the type of man you should be involving yourself with.” He says quietly, his hands reaching for your back.

“I love you,” you repeat before finally closing the distance. You kiss him longingly, pulling him down to you, your hand riding up its way from his neck to his head, pushing him deeper into the kiss.

He’s surprised, but leans into it. He didn’t realize how much he wanted this. He pressed your body into his, the tension finally releasing. You were not much of a kisser, but you tried your hardest to lead it. Clearly he was better at it than you, and before you knew it, you were a moaning mess for him, knees weak and breathless. Moaning eagerly into his mouth, he held you up and leaned you on the desk for support. He loved how much you’ve grown weak from him.

Once he pulls away, your head almost drops, you were dizzy and breathless. Drool was evident from the sides of your mouth while you gasped for air. Chamber also was flustered, leaning himself into you. He grabbed you by the arms to keep you steady and watched you. He made such a mess out of you that he couldn’t wait to do it again. You were both getting warm from it.

Before both of you could speak, a flash of light startles both of you, together with a shutter sound. Snapping both your heads to the direction of the sound, you find Jett with her phone, taking pictures.

“Phoenix is gonna freak when he sees this.”

---------

(A/N: This was on the verge of not being posted cuz it was so long. Anyway, I finally wrote a Chamber fic, how could I call myself a simp if I don’t right? Feel free to request anything :PPPP)

[christiansorrell]

Play-By-Blog #0.5: Cloud Empress

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So, here are the results:

Our starting party will be a Courier, a Magician, and a Lordling! Screw Sellswords! No one here likes them apparently (literally not a single person, not even me, voted for them)!

I rolled all three characters randomly across the board, as is Play-By-Blog tradition. That said, let's take a look at our crew!

THE COURIER: "Senior" Stone (they/he)

(I'll be typing this up in a little character keeper for upcoming entries, but for now, here's my handwritten sheet! Sorry for my bad handwriting! I have little patience for legibility.)

Stone is a rough-n-tumble courier in their final year of being a teen. They just recovered from a broken arm for a few weeks in Tack Town, and are eager to get back on the road. With a new, still-unnamed crew at their side, they are confident about this next job, if for no other reason than they'll be more targets than just a lone courier this time. Stone is the party's provision carrier, being a Courier and all. They currently have 3 days worth of Provisions for the entire party (the max they can carry).

THE MAGICIAN: Boto "The Penitent" (she/her)

Boto is a full-grown Magician and practiced arcane healer, looking for something new and exciting among the, frankly, boring fields of the Breadbasket. She just finally learned more about an unknown spell after a few weeks in a backwater village, convincing the townsfolk of her trustworthiness. She's dying for some adventure, and this job looks like it could be just the thing.

THE LORDLING: Iselbraid "The Judge" (he/him)

Iselbraid is a Lordling of some renown but few achievements. After romancing (and angering) several members of the Royal Court, he's taken to the surface for a bit, looking to earn himself a valorous tale or two before returning in the fall. Hopefully they'll be some new members of the court that catch his eye by then. He's still convincing himself that this whole bit of adventure is the right decision, but he doesn't know how long he can get by off of smooth-talking alone.

OUR STARTING GOAL: Hunt a fleshthresher in the Breadbasket. The components fetch a decent exchange in trade, plus there's a local farmerling group offering to aid you considerably if you are able to make the fields around the fleshthresher save for them to harvest.

Fleshthreshers are ancient and deadly automatons, responsible for protecting the automated farm fields of the World Before. We'll need to explore the region or possibly chat with some locals and see if we can get a tip about any known Fleshthreshers in the area. Scout crews frequently gather in Tack Town and head out in search of food, working to gather undetected by the field automatons, so its reasonable to assume some may have a worthwhile lead, if we can find them.

OUR STARTING LOCATION: Tack Town (B18), the largest city in the lowland wastes centered at the heart of the Breadbasket.

"There isn’t an adult Farmerling who has not spent a season in Tack Town and only badly misplanned Farmerling children are born outside its crumbling plastisteel walls. The Lowland’s last city is filled with a jumble of hard shell tents, ancient dwellings, and tack-shaped rolling campers resistant to the unearthing Imago."

"Many make their way to the cafeteria, waiting to taste today’s sweet-meat soup; milky bone broth infused with cardamom and honey. Farmerlings high on mushroom tonic gulp down bowls of the stuff, stumbling past a parading Lordling and nir guards. The Lordling finds few eyes meet nir gaze and the Farmerlings that do bite their thumbs in anger."

"In the market, travelers buy handfuls of seeds with their winter savings, preparing to make their way back to ancient farmlands. There is no singular day of departure, just a growing feeling that it is time to move on. Folks trickle out, four or five at a time, and only the old and unwell stay behind preparing Tack Town for its next winter."

It is here our adventure begins, but first, we have a choice.

(As always, sound off in the comments in you've got another approach or a specific thing you'd like to see the characters do/investigate. Thanks for joining me for character creation! Next entry will dive into the adventure narration proper and we'll see how these characters explore the world, what events trigger, and more. I'm happy to have y'all along for the ride! - Christian)

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: violence?

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

valor -- woke up today and chose violence

ALSO THE DBH AU IS OUT I KINDA AM OBSESSED WITH IT, HERES THE LINK :)

part twenty-two

❝ VULTURE ❞

MONDAY — JULY 23 — 4:34PM

BENTLEY AND BELLAMY MADE IT BACK TO THE DORM UNSCATHED AND UNSEEN BY ANY WANDERING TYLERS.

When they went through the door, they were greeted by Asten splayed out on one of the couches, dead asleep (figures, since his sleep schedule basically didn’t exist before they moved into Redwood) and Koa was sitting on the bench at the dining table, tying on what looked like a pair of green and gold metal cleats. He was out of his uniform and in a bright orange shirt and shorts. (He seemed to like orange.)

Bentley stole a glance to the bedroom doors, and when he realized they were all open, furrowed his brow. “Where did everybody go?”

“Honestly? I have no idea,” Koa replied, glancing up at them quickly before looking down at his shoes again. Bentley closed the door behind them and Bellamy made for his bedroom without a word, quickly shutting himself in without a glance back. 

Koa glanced at him, then back at Bentley. “Valor said something about the library, but they never actually go to the library, so…”

Bentley hummed in acknowledgment. The library seemed to be their go-to lie for vanishing into places they shouldn’t have been.

“Varian went to some kind of meeting. I’m pretty sure he’s on the decathlon team this year,” Koa continued with another shrug, pointing to Bellamy’s door. “Is he okay? I thought I heard him ask to go to the nurse earlier.”

Bentley glanced back at Bellamy’s bedroom door. “Yeah, he’s fine. The nurse just had to empty those little machines on his arms.”

“Ah,”

Bentley glanced back at Koa, then went toward the kitchen counter and leaned against it. “Where are you going?”

“I have a little over a month before soccer tryouts,” He replied, tightening his cleats until they looked like they hurt. “And I am absolutely hellbent on becoming the first striker this year. I was second in JV year before last, and second in Varsity last year. Because I’m too small.”

That sort of shocked Bentley, because Koa was at least a few inches taller than him. Did students need to be tall for soccer? “What does a striker do?”

Koa shrugged. “Their only real job is to score goals. Which they’d see I’m good at, if they could look over the fact that I’m short.”

“I think they’re already looking over you, dude,” Asten half-consciously muttered from the couch, and Koa replied by grabbing a rolled up bag of chips off the dining table and lobbing them across the room at him. The bag landed on Asten’s face, who groaned: “Ow.”

“Anyways,” Koa started, glancing back at Bentley. “Tryout practice doesn’t start until the week before September, and the field is fair game until then. So I’m going to practice.”

Bentley didn’t know much about soccer, no, but he was pretty sure it was a team sport. “You’re going to practice alone?”

Koa shrugged. “Yeah. Running drills, shooting goals, that kind of thing. You don’t necessarily need a team for it.”

Bentley didn’t say anything to that, but glanced around the living area. He didn’t really like watching sports, he thought they were boring. He guessed they weren’t very boring for the players, though.

“Are you interested in playing?” Koa questioned suddenly, glancing up at him and finishing up a fancy knot on his cleat, jerking and pulling on it to make sure it didn’t come undone.

“Oh, uh… I’ve… never played anything before,” Bentley replied sheepishly, shrugging and glancing down at his feet. “I doubt I’d be any good.”

“But you didn’t say no,” Koa grinned up at him. “You can come with me, if you want. I think Varian has some old cleats that’ll fit you. What size are you?”

Bentley blinked. “Oh, uh… seven.”

“Nice. Rumor has it I’m a pretty okay teacher -- I taught Varian how to play, and he’s made the team for the last two years,” Koa explained, rising and heading toward his bedroom. “And if you end up not liking it, you don’t have to tryout.”

Bentley said nothing as Koa disappeared from the room. A few moments later, he stuck his head and arm back through the doorway, swinging a pair of smaller green and gold cleats back and forth on his fingertips. There was a gold seven printed on the sole. “You wanna?”

Bentley glanced at Koa, then across the room at Asten, who (seemed) asleep enough to offer him no guidance. Bentley looked back at Koa and blinked. He was pretty sure Duke played soccer for a short time in highschool. Pretty much everyone at Redwood had, like, a thing -- like Asten and music, or Layla and theater. 

How was he supposed to find his thing if he didn’t try stuff?

With a sigh and a shrug, Bentley relented. “Sure. But I don’t want to waste your time if I’m no good.”

“Nah. Teaching is a really good way for me to fine-tune my skills,” He replied, tossing the cleats to Bentley, who only barely caught them. “I might suggest changing out of your uniform, though.”

Bentley smiled lightly. “I can’t imagine soccer would be much fun in a tie and blazer.”

“It’s not, trust me,”

With a snicker, Bentley made for his bedroom and shut the door behind him.

(He sort of hoped soccer was really easy.)

--

There were twelve soccer fields at Redwood Academy. Twelve, all a vibrant green sod with pinpoint straight white lines, varying in size for… the ages of the players, Bentley assumed? He knew Redwood had younger kids, too, even if he didn’t cross paths with them on campus. What else would the little fields be for?

Much to his disdain, Koa was leading him to the biggest ones of the bunch. There were only two other students out there, practicing together, but they were on a field opposite to the one Koa was heading toward -- thankfully. Above them, the sky was a happy blue with white, fluffy clouds, the sun beating down on them like a spotlight.

Koa was now carrying a blue duffle bag that Bentley could probably lay inside of without bending his knees, so full the zipper looked to be on its last leg. He’d grabbed it out of an equally struggling locker in one of the, like, twenty-seven locker rooms that were stationed near the fields. Around them, which Koa had explained while pointing in various directions, were lacrosse fields (Rockie played that, he’d said. Bentley was pretty sure that's where kids beat each other with sticks.), tennis courts (Summer played that.), football fields (Valor got banned from playing that after he knocked players out with his wings. Four times. It wasn’t an accident.), baseball fields, softball fields, and golf courses in the distance. He also said that the cross country and track courses weaved around the entire area, but mainly looped around the football fields. (There were three. Bentley didn’t know why.)

The walk, which had to be at least ten minutes long, also included conversation about the indoor courts, like basketball, and hockey, (which Koa also played. He explained to Bentley how he had to manage his time because soccer season and hockey season overlapped. Bentley didn’t understand it. He was also salty about some of the figure skating girls using their rink when their own was locked. Vera was a figure skater, he said.) There was also volleyball, wrestling, fencing, and a whole bunch of other sports Bentley sort of zoned out for. Koa also did fencing, which was apparently sword-fighting? Fencing season was at the same time as hockey season and also overlapped with soccer, which Koa said was the most stressful time of the year for him. Bentley was pretty sure he would’ve literally died if he tried to play that many sports at once.

Finally, they arrived, though, and Koa dropped the massive duffle bag on the grass on the edge of the field with a thunk. “Okay, first things first -- we need to stretch so we don’t hurt ourselves. Just do what I do.”

Bentley nodded in quiet agreement, matching Koa’s funky leg stretches the best he could. 

“Would you say you’re pretty fast?” Koa questioned, glancing up at Bentley as they did this weird thing where they pulled their foot up toward their back and twisted. Bentley shrugged. He supposed he had experience running for his life, but that was about it.

“Maybe. I’m not sure,” He replied. Koa did the same stretch on his other leg, and Bentley copied him.

“Hm. You’re small. If you're fast, they’ll probably put you on offense, which will be more dribbling, passing, scoring. That's what I do. The… slower kids are usually defending the goal. That would be more focused on, like… one v. one footwork and such. But it's good to be good at everything,” Koa explained with a shrug, his seafoam green eyes flicking across the field, looking greener amidst all the vibrant sod. “The only position I’d say I'm particularly horrendous at is goalkeeper. That's where being small sucks.”

Bentley nodded in agreement, sending a glance to the massive white goal near the corner they were in. “Yeah, I’d say I take up, like, one sixteenth of that.”

“Yeah. My advice would be… not to go out for goalie,” Koa replied with a  snicker. “Hockey, though -- the goals are small, so it’s way easier to be one there.”

Bentley smiled lightly. This was just about the most he’d heard Koa talk since he met him — he found it sort of interesting that he seemed to light up the same way talking about sports as he lit up when he saw Summer coming into class. 

He took Bentley through a few more warm ups, including impossible looking stretches and drills, one of which was Bentley having to run backwards. (Thankfully, he didn’t bust his butt, which would’ve been vaguely humiliating.) 

Right after they finished warming up, someone else joined them on the other end of the field.

He was wearing a dark green shirt with a number nine on the back, and above that nine was the last name Abbott.

Koa rolled his eyes as soon as he saw him approach with his solid white soccer ball, his ocean-y irises staying trained on Tyler as he began to kick it into the goal opposite from where they were.

“I swear, he stalks me or something,” Koa grumbled, moving for the massive duffle bag and unzipping it. “You wouldn’t believe who I’ve been fighting for first striker for the last two years. I’ll give you one guess.”

Bentley glanced across the field at Tyler, who kicked a really long, sort of sideways shot into the goal.

“His dad’s the coach, believe it or not,” Koa shook his head. “I’m pretty sure it’s rigged.”

“I hope the apple falls far from the tree,”  Bentley murmured, and Koa shrugged, pulling out two black and green soccer balls from the bag.

“Besides the obvious favoritism, I think he’s pretty nice,” Koa said, tossing a ball over toward Bentley. “Let's start with some passing and dribbling.”

Bentley wasn’t sure what dribbling was outside of basketball, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to touch a soccer ball with his hands.

“Dribbling is just you moving the ball across the field,” Koa continued, answering his unspoken question. “For the most part, you’re not going to kick from your toe, which is what a lot of people automatically do. It’s sort of hard to control the ball that way. What you’re going to do is kick from here-“ He reached down and tapped the forward left side of Bentley’s cleat. “-and here.” He tapped on the laces. “I’m going to back up, and I want you to pass it to me. So you can get a feel for power and direction. Start with the inside of your foot.”

“Okay…” Bentley replied. Koa moved a little ways across the field, turning to face him. 

“I shoot better when I’m looking where I want the ball to go, but it’s fine if you wanna watch it, since you just started,” He explained. “Go ahead.”

Bentley glanced down at the soccer ball, then at his foot, then at Koa. 

Well, he guessed he should kick it, then.

He glanced across the field at Tyler, who shot another ball into the goal and attempted to copy his technique, taking a running step before kicking the ball in Koa’s direction.

Much to his surprise, it went almost perfectly to him.

“Nice!” Koa called as he stopped the ball under his cleat. “Get ready to stop it!”

Bentley kept his eye on the ball when Koa kicked it back to him, stopping it under his foot just like he did.

For the next two hours, until the sun was low in the sky, Koa used Bentley as a human target to unleash every ounce of soccer knowledge onto like some kind of rapid fire grenade launcher, and Bentley followed and listened along carefully. Tyler stayed on the other end of the field, and never spoke. Bentley was starting to believe maybe he really was just going to practice and leave them alone.

Until it became obvious that he wasn’t, in the most terrifyingly abrupt way possible.

Right when Bentley was getting ready to kick the ball to Koa, a solid white ball came absolutely flying across the field at what had to be, like, a thousand miles per hour. Bentley only saw it for a split second before it nailed Koa directly in the head with a wham, flattening him on the grass instantly.

Bentley’s mouth fell open, and he quickly abandoned his post to jog across the field with a quiet: “Oh my God.”

“Oops, didn’t see you there, McClaine! Maybe I would’ve if you’d grow a foot or two!”

Bentley hardly spared a glance to Tyler (though he did see the smug little look he had on his face that made Bentley kind of want to drown him.) as he jogged across the field, crouching down next to Koa, who was already working on pulling himself off the ground. 

“Be careful, move slow,” Bentley said, grabbing him by the shoulders and helping him sit back on his knees. Koa glanced around, greenish eyes sort of unfocused and dazed in a way that was all too unsettling. His left brow was split and spattered with blood that was alarmingly close to his eye. “Koa?”

His gaze came to rest on Bentley, still looking dazed in a way that was sort of freaking him out. His breathing was shaky and kind of stunned. “M’ okay.”

“You’re bleeding,”

“…I’m okay,” 

Bentley glanced over his shoulder at Tyler, who was watching them with a triumphant look on his face like he’d done something worthwhile. Bentley shook his head and glanced back at Koa, trying to dredge up the years worth of what Afred does when one of them gets hit really hard in the head knowledge he had somewhere in his subconscious.

“He hit you really hard,” Bentley tried, still holding onto his shoulders like he might fall over if he let go. “Do you-“

“I’m fine, Bentley,” He reassured, glancing from Bentley to the solid white ball that had settled a few yards from them. There was blood on it. “I’m okay.”

Bentley looked back at Tyler, who was watching them with one hip cocked to the side, blank faced.

Koa pushed himself off the ground, and Bentley hovered hesitantly, keeping a close eye on him as he moved and grabbed Tyler’s ball.

“Hey, what’re you doing with that?” Tyler grumbled.

Koa said nothing, but moved for his duffle bag. Bentley watched in silence as he fished out a little pack of needles (maybe for deflating his ball if he needed to?) and stabbed, like, twelve of them all around the soccer ball like a pincushion.

“Hey! What the hell, McClaine?!”

Tyler started stalking across the field like an angry boar, and Koa stood up and tossed the ball a few feet in the air, kicking it so hard it flew into the next field. He then bent down all nonchalant like and started packing up his stuff.

Bentley glanced back at Tyler, who was crossing the halfway line of the field, looking pretty much like he was about to murder someone. 

Bentley looked down at the grass under them. If he listened close enough he could hear the water seeping through the earth below, and with a glance up at Tyler (who was getting pretty close now.) he started making it crawl up toward the surface.

“You think you’re the good guy, McClaine? Not acknowledging me, what? To be the bigger man?” Tyler questioned, closing in on Koa and ignoring Bentley completely. “I’ll show you what being the bigger man really means.”

When Tyler got within ten feet of Koa, water sprung up and out of the grass like a striking snake, tangling around his left leg and sending him face-first into the dirt with a thud.

“I don’t think the bigger man is the one with mud on his face,” Koa replied, grabbing his bag and standing up. “Come on, Bentley.”

With one last look at Tyler, Bentley and Koa made for the locker rooms, and Bentley didn’t let Tyler go until they were far out of his reach.

The Redwood Academy locker rooms were much like the school — with fancy wooden wainscoting, nice light fixtures. The only thing different about them was the floor. It was a perfected, polished concrete instead of hardwood; easier to clean.

Koa groaned as he stopped in front of his locker, typing in a code on the keypad. “He makes me want to commit arson. But like, on his face.”

Bentley said nothing, but watched Koa open the locker and shove the massive bag inside.

“He… seems to despise you in particular,” Bentley stated, glancing at the door they’d come through.

Koa shrugged, closing the locker door and shoving it to make sure it actually closed. “It’s because of soccer. He decided last year that he was going to channel all his energy into being my rival.”

Bentley hummed, still watching the entrance in case Tyler were to come in. “I guess he’s threatened by you.”

“I guess. I wouldn’t mind, like, if he wanted to be a rival that didn’t beat me up and stuff. But he just-”

Koa paused, and Bentley watched the door for another second before glancing over to him.

Koa was facing him now, looking… kind of at him but, like… through him? Past him? His green eyes flicked around but didn’t really focus on anything, and he held his arms out with a sort of horrified expression on his face. “Bentley.”

“Koa?” Bentley replied, stepping forward and grabbing his arms where they were outstretched. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I can’t…” He looked around the room frantically with dull, empty eyes, blinking rapidly.

“Koa?”

“I can’t see,” He muttered, grabbing Bentley’s arms in a death grip. “Bentey, I… I can’t see. I can’t see anything.”

Bentley moved closer to look at Koa’s eyes, but they looked normal, apart from being unfocused. “You can’t see?”

“I can’t see anything! It’s just black,” He stammered, gripping his arms tighter, and Bentley heard his heartbeat skyrocketing in the back of his mind. “Bentley.”

“It’s okay,” Was what he said even though it wasn’t, even though losing your vision after getting hit in the head wasn’t okay in the slightest. “I’ve got you. I’ll take you to the-”

Suddenly Bentley’s arms weighed like a hundred pounds, and that was because Koa, who was holding onto them, was falling over.

“Koa!”

Bentley pulled on his arms in what would’ve had to have been an uncomfortable way (if he were conscious, which he wasn’t, oh my God.) in order to keep his head from hitting the concrete. Water exploded out of the nearby sinks and showers, crawling across the floor at a breakneck speed, bubbling up beneath his unconscious form and lowering him gently down onto the floor.

Lots of things went through Bentley’s head: an endless string of oh my God, then the urge to cry, the willpower it took not to cry, the thought of calling out for his dad, and then, finally, a little bit of common sense that had him kneeling down next to him.

The water crawled back to where it came from as Bentley channeled his inner Bruce-ified first aid training (He and Dick decided he needed it since he nearly died every other week.) and tugged Koa onto his side, into recovery position. Then he whipped his phone out (Geez, his hands were shaking so bad it was kinda embarrassing.) and called one of the first people to show up on his text page.

It rang. It rang.

“What’s up, Red-”

“I need Summer,” Was what he blurted, lifting Koa’s head slightly, looking at the bloody spot on it.

“Summer?” Vera questioned, sounding a little miffed. “Why are you calling me about needing Summer?”

“Koa got hit in the head really hard… he was fine for a little bit, but then he said he couldn’t see, and he just passed out. Please, tell Summer,”

“Oh, God,” He heard shuffling on the other end. “Oh, Jesus, okay. Okay, where are you?”

“We’re in one of the locker rooms near the soccer fields,” Bentley replied. “Tyler Abbott just had to show up.”

“Is he still there?” Vera questioned, and more shuffling sounds came. Her voice came again, though it was quiet, like she wasn’t talking to him: “-said Koa got hit in the head and passed out-”

“Tyler? He might still be on the fields, but he isn't in here,” Bentley replied, glancing up at the door for a split second before looking back at Koa.

He heard Vera sigh lightly. “Summer wants to talk to you. No -- just take the phone. Take it with you and go.”

There was more shuffling, and a few noises, maybe a door. “Bentley, can you hear me?” It was Summer’s voice now.

“Yes,”

“Check to see if he’s breathing, or if his heart is beating,” She started. The loud noise of wind against the microphone came from her side of the phone -- she must’ve been moving fast. 

Bentley listened closely for Koa’s heartbeat, steady and strong, thankfully. His breathing was normal, too. “He is.”

“What?”

“He is!” He replied, louder. “But he isn’t waking up.”

“Put him on his side -- see if he responds to touch or sound or anything,” Summer replied, nearly drowned out by more wind sounds.

Bentley, having already put his recovery position knowledge to good use, tapped Koa on the shoulder. “Koa, can you hear me?”

He got a faint groan in response.

Summer’s voice came: “Did he respond?”

“Yeah, just a groan,”

“Okay. We’re almost there -- Valor is flying me because it's way faster than walking,” She replied. “Just keep trying to stimulate him -- keep touching him and talking to him.”

Bentley did what he was told, following all of Summer’s instructions until, finally, the locker room door came flying open, and she hurried in with Valor right on her tail. She was in the same outfit as earlier, even with the slipper-like shoes, and Valor was still in his uniform. Bentley promptly moved out of Summer’s way when she approached, sitting on her knees beside Koa and checking his breathing and such for herself.

“What did you say happened?” She questioned, glancing back at Bentley for only half a second.

“Tyler kicked a soccer ball at his head. He was fine after it happened, but when we got in here, he told me he couldn’t see. Then he passed out,”

Bentley watched quietly as Summer touched Koa in several places on his head, before she inhaled. “He has a subdural hematoma. I can heal it.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Valor questioned, settling into the space next to Bentley, crossing his arms.

Summer glanced back at them. “He was hit so hard that his brain started bleeding.”

Bentley blinked.

He was hit so hard that his brain started bleeding.

“How do you know that?” Valor continued, and Summer put both of her hands on Koa’s temples. 

“I can just… tell what's wrong when I touch someone,” She replied, pushing her brownish blonde hair out of her eyes. Then she got this really focused look on her face, like she had in the hallway when she healed Bentley. “Now, stop talking to me.”

Bentley watched closely as she placed her hands in various positions along Koa’s head. He didn’t even realize how much he’d been shaking and how heavy he was breathing until Valor touched his shoulder with a quiet: “You okay?”

He glanced over at him, catching his concerned gray eyes for only a second before he looked back over at Koa and Summer. “Mhm.”

Bentley felt Valor’s gaze remain on his face for a few quiet moments, then his hand moved from Bentley’s shoulder to the top of his head and just rested there. (In a real big brother, Dick-Grayson-like-way, if Bentley were being honest. He was pretty sure Dick’s incessant need to touch his head had given him a soft spot for it. It always seemed to help him calm down quicker than anything else.)

Summer continued to move her hands around on Koa’s head gently, and one long, grueling minute later, his eyes flitted open.

He looked around to gather his bearings. His eyes rested on Summer, then traced his surroundings, moving from Valor, to Bentley, to down at himself. “What happened?”

Summer sighed in relief, sitting down with her back against the lockers. “You got hit in the head. But it's fine, I fixed it.”

Koa opened his mouth to say something else, but then a loud, familiar voice boomed from outside the locker room: “You’re going to regret what you did to my ball, McClaine!”

Bentley felt himself stiffen, and Koa looked at the door, an expression of mere disdain crossing his features. Valor’s hand left Bentley’s head and he took a few steps closer to the door, his platinum wings twitching on his back in a way that reminded Bentley of an angry bull kicking the dirt.

Tyler swung the door open so hard it slammed into the wall behind it, storming inside, obviously not expecting company. The presence of two other people threw him off just enough for Valor to get an opening -- Bentley flinched when he grabbed Tyler by the throat and shoved him into nearby lockers so hard the doors dented behind him with a massive crash. His hands flew up to his throat, but Valor’s hand couldn’t be moved.

(He had super strength, Bentley remembered.)

“Get off of me!” Tyler exclaimed, but Valor stayed still, expression almost nonchalant, blank as the bully clawed and grappled at the hand that was keeping him pinned down. “Let go of me, bird boy!” 

Tyler swung for Valor’s face, but the hit was easily deflected by his other hand. 

“I suggest you leave my roommates the hell alone,” Valor stated, his accent somehow becoming a lot more intimidating than it had been.

Tyler let out a strangled laugh. “What’re you gonna do, huh? Kill me? Beat me senseless?”

“You’re the one throwing out suggestions,” Valor shrugged, his massive wings batting on his back and making a loud noise. (Did he do that on purpose, or did they do it on their own? Or was it, like, a subconscious instinct kind of thing? Bentley was curious about that.) Tyler flinched at the wings’ loud noise.

“Okay, okay, fine! Get off of me!”

Bentley, Summer, and Koa watched in complete silence as Valor released Tyler’s throat, and the two stared at each other for a solid ten seconds. (Bentley noticed that Valor was taller than him.)

With a huff of frustration, Tyler threw his hands up, eyes flicking across the room at the other three before looking back at Valor. “Someone call animal control -- tell ‘em we’ve got a vulture problem.”

And with that (because apparently that statement made him feel cool.), he left the locker room and slammed the door behind him.

--

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Forest of Secrets - Chapter 9

Chapter 8 || Index || Chapter 10

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!”

Fireheart sat beside Longtail near the Highrock as the Clan began to gather beneath the sun’s peak. Peppermask glanced curiously at him as she sat by her mother, but he didn’t dare to join her when he was sure to play a central part in this meeting. Instead, he looked up to Bluestar, who was looking troubled as she stared down on her warriors.

“For generations, Thunderclan has stood strong and proud, yet alone in the forest.” Cautious murmurs erupted at the regal leader’s words, wondering where her speech was going. “But we must remember that the Clan cannot stand on its own against mighty threats. Our strength does not come from our isolation, but from our valor.”

She paused as she stared down at her Clan, her brow furrowed. “Brokentail showed us that during his dark reign. We helped Shadowclan drive him out then, for he was a threat to our own Clan.” The Clan mumbled anxiously to each other, and he glanced to the side to see Frostfur press closer to Goldenflower. The two queens had nearly lost their kits that day, and Goldenflower had almost died. She still bore the scars from that day. “And now, he has returned.”

Gasps of shock echoed her words. “Are you sure?” Dappleshine called from near the other queens. “Surely he wouldn’t be so foolish as to attack the Clan that drove him out the first time!”

“Longtail and Fireheart spoke to a cat that had been attacked by his rogues. She described Spiderfoot unaided, and they found Shadowclan scents at the scene. They both agree: Brokentail has returned.” Bluestar replied to the tortoiseshell warrior with a dip of her head.

“It was a kittypet!” Dustleap called out from where he was sitting near Darkstripe. “Brokentail’s been attacking kittypets. It’s not our fight; we should be focused on protecting our territory from the other Clans for leafbare!”

There were a few jeers at the mention of kittypets, but Fireheart was pleased to notice that most of the crowd was merely staring at the brutish tabby. “Do you really believe that Brokentail will keep his murderous claws to himself?” He heard another cat call, and turned to see that it was Whitestorm, his yellow eyes narrowed as he glared at the young tom. “The Twolegplace offers little in terms of prey, and we have the whole forest on this side of the Thunderpath. I doubt it will be long before he sends his rogues into our territory.”

Bluestar dipped her head towards the senior warrior. “What Whitestorm says is true. Furthermore, Fireheart and Longtail reported back that the reason Brokentail is attacking kittypets is to practice for an attack on Thunderclan camp. He knows where our camp is; if we do not act, we could find enemies within our camp once more.”

There were yowls of anger at the leader’s words. “We’re better than a bunch of lazy kittypets!” Patchpelt snarled furiously from near the other elders. “I’d be glad to show them that if they dare to come near camp.”

“You must act, Bluestar!” Speckleflight shouted, curling her tail protectively around her son beside her. “We lost both Spottedleaf and Ravenspirit that day. Our kits could be next!”

“Let us at them!” Cinderpaw howled, digging her claws into the dirt. “We’ll show them what real warriors are made of!”

Fireheart’s own tail lashed at the thought. He had driven that mangy rogue band out once; he wouldn’t hesitate to do so again. “Then the Clan agrees. Brokentail must be stopped before he can intrude on Thunderclan territory.” Bluestar looked over the crowd, waiting for any dissent, but there was none. “Very well. Tigerclaw will send out the battle patrol after sunhigh. Meeting dismissed!”

He spotted Speckleflight turn away, her ears flat, and guide Snowkit back into the nursery. Clearly, she had been expecting this meeting would hold his ceremony. But Fireheart couldn’t focus on the tension between the leader and the oldest queen; he had too many other matters to worry about instead.

“Do you think that’s how Quickflash died?” He perked his ears as he heard someone speak near him, turning to see Mousefur had approached Longtail. “Maybe he saw one of Brokentail’s rogues along the Thunderpath, and tried to chase him away…”

He blinked in surprise at the molly’s words. Was that possible? He wished he could ask Quickflash himself, but he knew even if the tabby did show up he wasn’t likely to speak. “Maybe.” He heard Longtail reply, his voice low and angry. “If they did kill him, then I’ll ask Tigerclaw to make sure we’re both there to get his revenge.”

He blinked in surprise at the emotion in Longtail’s voice, before remembering that they were both Quickflash’s siblings. Of course they would want to fight for him. With a respectful nod to the two, he stood and made his way to where Peppermask was now sitting in the sun with Willowbranch, sharing a pigeon.

“Where’s Graystripe?” He mewed as he sat down beside the spotted molly. “It’s not like him to miss a meal.”

Though the two chuffed, he could see worry in Peppermask’s eyes as he spoke. “I’m not sure. He… He’s been spending a lot of time out of camp, since…” She glanced at her mother beside her sadly, the words unspoken. “He’s probably still mourning. He was the closest to Dad, out of all of us… I think he hoped to follow in Dad’s pawsteps, some day.”

Willowbranch’s gaze was downcast at the mention of her mate. She had taken it just as hard as One-eye, and he could see that even the mere thought of Quickflash was enough to bring tears to her eyes. “I understand. Do you mind if I share that pigeon with you in his stead?” Fireheart asked quickly, trying to distract the two of them.

“Of course not. There’s enough for all three of us.” She shifted aside slightly to give the ginger tom more room. “We were just talking about the meeting. So it’s true, then? Brokentail has really returned?”

Fireheart nodded grimly as he settled in beside her. “Though the kittypet didn’t mention seeing him, she described both Spiderfoot and Stumpytail very well. Either Spiderfoot now leads them, or more likely, Brokentail prefers to send his cronies to do his bidding while he reaps the rewards.” He huffed bitterly at the thought before leaning in to take a bite of freshkill.

“I never thought he’d dare to show his face again.” Willowbranch mewed beside her daughter. “Without Shadowclan by his side, how can he believe he has the numbers to fight against us?”

“He thinks he’s better than us.” Peppermask sniffed dismissively at the thought. “Well, we’ll show him. You think Tigerclaw will choose either of us for the battle patrol?”

“If he’s smart, he’ll send all the cats he can.” Fireheart replied, glancing across camp to where the dark deputy was talking with Bluestar and Longtail. “Brokentail and his band may be rogues now, but they’ve still got warrior training. We can’t underestimate them.”

“But he’ll need to leave cats behind to guard, as well.” Peppermask pointed out steadily. “What if Brokentail attacks while we’re away? They could attack the kits again!”

“The nursery isn’t unguarded so long as Speckleflight and Frostfury are around.” Fireheart joked, both of the mollies’ whiskers twitching in amusement at the white queen’s nickname. “Not to mention that Patchpelt and Halftail still seem battle-ready. And I know Yellowfang would sooner claw their ears off than let the rogues near Dewpaw.”

Some of the tension left Willowbranch’s shoulders at his response, and he realized she was still worried about her own kit as well. He remembered how Dewpaw had been after the last time Brokentail had attacked; his rogues had killed her mentor, and she had blamed herself for not being trained enough to fight them off. 

“Still, I think I’d feel better if he left a couple of cats behind.” Peppermask mewed softly from beside her mother.

“Then why don’t you go volunteer?” Fireheart nudged her with his shoulder. “I’m sure Tigerclaw will be glad to give you camp duty.”

The spotted tabby rolled her eyes at him, though a smirk grew slightly under her whiskers. “We’ll see what happens.” She replied before taking another bite of pigeon.

The three shared the bird as the sun slowly passed its height. The camp was filled with a nervous but excited energy; though this mission would surely be dangerous, it would also likely be the kind that elders would tell stories about for seasons. Everyone wanted to be the one to strike the final blow against the former tyrant, even if none said it aloud.

Fireheart was just beginning to clean bits of pigeon from his whiskers when Tigerclaw finally emerged from the shadow of the Highrock. He didn’t need to call: the warriors mobbed him as soon as he was close to the center of the clearing, their eyes bright as they waited for him to assign them their duties.

“The evening hunting patrol will still be Dappleshine, Willowbranch, and Tinyfrost.” The tabby announced first, his amber eyes glowing as he watched the warriors around him wait tensely. He seemed to be reveling in the attention he was getting from the entire Clan. “And the Shadowclan border patrol will remain Lionheart, Whitestorm, and Sandstorm. As Brokentail’s rogues have been spotted closer to that border, you should remain on alert in case the battle patrol needs your assistance.”

The three warriors nodded solemnly at his words. While Fireheart was surprised to hear that he was keeping two of the Clan’s strongest warriors out of the fight, it made sense that they would still be nearby and battle ready. “The Riverclan patrol will change to be myself, Darkstripe, and Peppermask.”

He perked his ears in astonishment. Tigerclaw was really avoiding a fight? He’d never heard the warrior shy away from a battle. Perhaps, he realized, these decisions were Bluestar’s, not Tigerclaw’s. Maybe she wanted to keep her deputy safe, though the mere thought made his fur rise slightly.

“The battle patrol will be Mistspring, Cinderpaw, Dustleap, Longtail, Mousefur, and Graystripe. Fireheart and Bluestar will remain behind to guard camp.” Fireheart’s tail lashed angrily at that. Did Tigerclaw think him too weak for the fight? No, he told himself, perhaps this was one of Bluestar’s decisions as well. Maybe she thought he had done enough in regards to Brokentail, and was worried if he was in the fight Brokentail would do everything in his power to eliminate the ‘kittypet apprentice’ that had humiliated him. Yes, he reasoned to himself - that made sense.

“Graystripe isn’t here right now, Tigerclaw.” He blinked out of his thoughts as he heard Peppermask’s careful mew.

“Well, where is he?” The dark tabby snapped in her direction. “Why did he leave without informing one of us?”

“I think he’s out hunting, sir.” She answered with a respectful dip of her head. “He’s been out all morning.”

The deputy growled at that before shaking his broad head warily. “Fine. If he returns, he can be on guard duty for the rest of the day. Fireheart can take his place.” He gave the ginger tom a disdainful glare, and it was then that he realized the decision to leave the young warrior behind was Tigerclaw’s. He hadn’t wanted to give Fireheart a chance to fight. “Yellowfang and Dewpaw will be bringing battle herbs and waiting nearby to respond to any serious injuries. I expect to hear good news by sunset.” He lashed his white-tipped tail dismissively. “Now go!”

The deputy turned and waved for Darkstripe and Peppermask to follow him, the three leaving through the entrance before the rest of the Clan got themselves in order. Lionheart, Whitestorm and Sandstorm shortly followed them, leaving only the battle party and hunting patrol in camp.

“Stay safe, alright? I can’t…” He turned to see Willowbranch addressing Cinderpaw, whose tail was bushed in excitement. He knew what she had been about to say; having already lost her mate, she couldn’t bear to lose her daughter as well.

“I will Mom, I promise! I’ll bring back that broken tail of Brokentail’s, just you wait!” Her blue eyes were glowing with vicious joy as she spoke, though he could tell that her words only worried her mother more.

Her mentor stepped up beside her, looking almost like a Starclan specter as she sparkled in the leafbare sunlight. “Don’t worry, Willowbranch. I’ll see to it that she returns to you safely.” Mistspring mewed as she touched her nose to the tabby queen’s, before looking down at her apprentice fondly. “I’m sure Starclan themselves will be watching over her today.”

The silver tabby’s eyes softened as she leaned out to receive her sister’s gentle touch. “You’re right. Be safe, both of you.” 

“Come on, you two!” It was Longtail, his namesake twitching impatiently. With one last cheery wave of their tails, Mistspring and Cinderpaw trotted over to join the rest of the battle patrol. Fireheart stifled his nerves as they entered the bramble tunnel, heart already beginning to race at the thought of what laid ahead. For better or worse, they would make sure that Brokentail would never threaten Thunderclan again.

[imthefemalemonster]

⸻The Viper and the Sage

Lucemond - Aemond Targaryen x Lucerys Velaryon (FPS!AU, Mature)

CHAPTER I. Sword and Shield

⸻ Summary: It’s during one of his worst FPS matches, harassed by toxic and sexist players, that Luke meets his newly found mentor, Aemond, when the man comes to his defense.

Tags: Modern Setting, FPS/Video game AU, Aged Up Characters, Fluff & Angst, SEXISM/SEXIST INSULTS, Read NOTES, Mention of other characters

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: Modern Lucemond FPS/Video game!AU - Inspired by this post.

There WILL be smut later! In chapter 3, 4 and 5 if I live long enough to write them.

TW : Sexism and Sexist insults - Please be careful, it’ll only occur in this chapter but I wanted to warn since it can be triggering (taken from my own experiences - be bad at video games, but don’t be a dick kids)

Game I used for reference is Valorant, even if I don’t use the name. (Sage = Lucerys, Viper = Aemond)

Tumblr for requests/ideas: @imthefemalemonster

Hope you enjoy it. ♡

⸻ Words: 3477

You can skip this part if you don't care about vocabulary or don't need it.

A bit of FPS/Video game related vocabulary for people not familiar with it:

Basic rules: 2 teams of 5 players who plays “agents” (characters with different types of spells and ways to be played), one team attacks (have to put a “spike” on a point, a kind of bomb), the other defend (defuse the spike and/or kill all opponents), there’s 2 or 3 points (A/B/C) depending on the map. They exchange positions after some rounds. First to a certain number of round wins. Mostly gunfights with various types of weapons (sometimes “cut” = knives. Very rare)

Agent : Characters you play in the game that all have special abilities

Point A/B/C: Area on the map you attack or defend

Duelist / Controller / Sentinel: Types of characters (specialized in duel, control of the map or protection/healing)

Ranked (or competitive) / Normal / Custom games: Ranked are competitive matches where winning or losing influence points you’ll gain at the end of the game to “climb the ladder” (reaching higher ranks) / Normal are the same without the competitive aspect, same rules apply between Ranked and Normal / Custom are between certain players, to play between them or train with rules they can decide of.

Training ground: Place to train your aim in a special map in the game

Voice chat: In game voice chat to talk to your mates

Carrying: Same as “carrying on your back”, being so good you win the game alone despite what your mates are doing

Attack/Defense round: Teams are split in two, one attacks, one defends, round are ended once a whole team is dead or the bomb exploded or was defused.

Smurf: A side (or sometimes main) account where you play against players under your usual rank, smurf can also be used as a compliment for good players “he is smurfing” “you smurfed” when they did very well in the game.

K/D/A: Kill (number of kills you made), death (number of times you died) and assists (assistance on a kill, participating to a kill but without being the one who killed), often accessible during the game in the scoreboard

OP or operator: Sniper type weapon

MVP: Title given to the best player of the game at the end of it

Patch: An update adding new content into the game

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The day had been long, mostly boring. Waking up, going to college, hearing Jace rumble about incomprehensible things that annoyed him in his lessons. Going to class, some interesting, some not really, some extremely tiring. Lucerys was but impatient to go home. It was the week-end, he hadn’t much work to do, thankfully he had worked this week to avoid being too overwhelmed by homeworks. Headphones on his ears, bus crowded, lost in his own thoughts thinking about what he would do once home. His mother and stepfather probably wouldn’t be home yet, maybe Rhaena and Baela would. All day he and his friends had talked about the game they were playing. A new patch had come out, and a new agent with it. They were all super excited to test it. Entering the silent house, Luke thought that he should probably play a little bit, some warm-up games before their usual nightly ranked session.

He closed his door in haste, throwing his bag on his bed, sitting on his chair. His computer was asleep, having the bad habit of never turning it down. He checked his friend's chat, ready to invite his friends for some games.

Just got home… let’s play tomorrow, I think I’m too tired tonight.

ur weak

Stfuuu

my parents want us to go out BRO. i’ll see you tomorrow too. plz no spoilers about the agent man i want to test it first. don’t tell me it’s shit i won’t believe you

??? tf you are saying

LMFAO. it’s always either shit or cracked up man

ikr

Luke pulled a face, annoyed. Guess he had to play alone for now. Resigned he opened the game. Nobody he knew was online, it was still only very early in the evening, most people hadn’t come out of work or school yet. He sat properly, one hand on the keyboard, the other on the mouse, he was ready. He clicked “PLAY” and chose “COMPETITIVE”, he pressed “START”.

The queue wasn’t long, only a few seconds and he was in the game. He had to choose his agent first, he didn’t hesitate, he went for his favorite girl. It was a type of support, she could heal, protect, revive her allies, and also slow or block enemies. She wasn’t simple to play but he loved her very much and wanted to train her more, he always loved being the protector, the support for his team. Maybe his aim wasn’t very good, but he could control the map very well to help out his allies.

The game started rather slowly, it was quite messy. His allies, and himself, were running in random directions, sometimes picking up an enemy, mostly by chance, sometimes being destroyed by someone behind them. The voice chat was active, he could hear two very loud boys with him and a third, deep voice that only spoke one or two words from time to time. Luke clearly wasn’t having his best game, he struggled to shoot, or even to find good opportunities to help his mates. It was starting to stress him out a lot, he hated to suck but couldn’t help it, pressure only made it worse, and the toxic boys were not helping.

“Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck is she doing?!”

Lucerys knew it was about him. He truly hoped it wasn’t but it was for sure, he just died to a random bullet because he didn’t take cover fast enough, confused about what he had to do.

“You’re fucking lost?! You’re trolling right?”, yelled one of the boys, in a very low quality microphone.

“S-sorry”, mumbled Luke, he probably should have said nothing. He often did because he was just too shy to talk.

“Ah fuck I knew it fucking egirl.”, shouted another voice, a bit deeper, but still sounding very young, “Of course a fucking girl ruining our fucking game!”

Luke frowned his eyebrow. A girl?! He was confused.

“I’m not a girl bro what the fuck.”

“The kitchen is too fucking busy bitch?”, yelled the first boy, laughing.

“You sound like one”, continued the older boy, “Fucking high pitched voice go suck some dicks you’ll be better at it than at aiming.”

They both wheezed loudly, still throwing a torrent of sexist insults toward Luke who was way too anxious and panicked to defend himself.

“F-fucking weirdos. Failed my position, it…”, Luke hesitated, “It was my bad I’m fucking sorry. Don’t need to be cunts about it.”

“F-f-ff”, repeated one of the boys, “Mouth so full she can’t talk!”

Luke’s fingers were so tense, clenched on his mouse that it hurted.

“Fuck off! Stupid ass sexists.”. Lucerys wanted to be way meaner but he couldn’t find the words, the strength.

“Cry me a river fucking dumb bitch go play animal crossing.”

“Aha you’re a fucking sexist bro”, yelled the younger boy, “She gonna cry on twitter about it soo-”

“Fuck off I said! Fucking focus on the game you’re ruining it more than m-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

It was deep but perfectly audible. Each word decomposed, their very sound piercing through Luke's frail body like a thousand knives.

“I’ve been carrying your stupid asses for rounds now.”, the guttural voice continued, “You’re fucking useless. Absolutely unable to keep a fucking point or understand the basis of the game, so instead of crying in the voc use your energy for something useful like aiming correctly.”

Lucerys was done for. After this game he would probably close the game, uninstall it, jump under his sheets and cry to sleep for being the worst ever video game player. The silence that followed was long as the next round hadn’t started yet. Hands shaking, Luke moved to take position, hoping nobody would notice him anymore, that the game would end soon and he would never play it again.

“Lmfao you’re right man, fucking cry baby girl”, one of the boy laughed, “Try playing from the kitchen maybe it’ll work better.”

Fists clenched on his keyboard and mouse, Lucerys was about to mute the voice chat, even if it meant losing precious information and maybe losing the game too, he had heard enough. Baela had often told him about toxic guys and how it felt to be a girl playing video games, Luke wondered how strong she was to take that everytime. Maybe she wasn’t, it probably made her as angry and saddened, even scared as he was now. He wanted to seek her confort now, Rhaena and her knew better than everyone how to handle that.

“I’m talking to you dipshit.”

There was another silence. Luke heard one of the boys mumble, visibly confused.

“Me?”, asked the boy with the higher-pitched voice.

“Yeah you.”, husked the voice, “You talk a lot for a fucking useless player.”

The two boys bursted out laughing,

“Holy shit bro! Did I insult your girlfriend?”

“This your girl? That’s why you're so mad? It’s ok bro she probably ugly as fuck.”

The round started before anyone could add anything, voice chat going back to inaudible noises, messy information and laughs. Luke followed the agent with the deep voice, sticking close to him. They successfully took control of the point and won the round, the two other boys dead from going too deep into the map, caught by the enemies.

“Makes sense now”, teased the older boy, “Wants the girl number.”, a wheeze was heard in a low quality mic, probably from the second toxic boy.

“I don’t know him”, continued the man, “I don’t fucking care. But you are being fucking annoying. I can't focus. Your information are messy at best, false at worst.”

Luke didn't know where to stand. Glad someone took his defense, but he also felt the voice could turn against him at any moment if he made these big positioning mistakes again. He decided to stick with him still, it worked for a few rounds, it should work again, the man didn’t seem to care or protest.

“Lmfaoo I would love not to hear some dick sucking in vocal bro”, rasped the younger voice, “I’m trying to fOcUS.”, the boys started laughing again.

“Ignore them, follow me.”

The two boys repeated the man’s words, adding obscene noises of mouths mimicking a blowjob, and very cringy moans. Luke didn’t hesitate and did as he was told. There were only two rounds left if they won both of them. Luke saw it like deliverance, focusing the best he could so this awful game could end. He couldn’t wait to drop out of it and report the two boys, even if nothing happened to them like it often did, at least it would relieve him to do so.

The two last rounds went surprisingly well, mostly thanks to the agent with the deep voice. He was clearly way too good for this match, Luke thought it was probably a smurf, he was thankful to get carried by one. Most of the time, smurfs were guys previously banned that reassured everyone they would carry but ended up never doing so, instead they would just be toxic in vocal and insult the entire team for being “useless”. Lucerys smiled, happy that he won the game despite the terrible treatment he received.

“Good job guys”, said the fifth voice, silent until now.

“You too, good job man. Good job support.”, the voice whispered, always both calm and cold. Luke smiled at the compliment.

The two other toxic boys had already disconnected, their ego probably hurt from being carried so hard by a guy who humiliated them both in voice chat and in the game, showing that he was definitely better than them. Obviously the man won the match MVP, even getting congratulated, and a bit insulted, ‘fucking smurf carrying’, by the enemy team. Luke checked his score, in the end he didn’t do so bad. He wasn’t very good at making decisions but excellent at following them.

“T-thanks”, mumbled Luke, unsure if the man was still here to hear him.

“No problem.”

Lucerys heart jumped a little bit. How hard he wished he had that voice, skill, and confidence. He sounded a little bit… threatening too. Which only made it better. Luke wished he didn’t sound so childish, he could easily stand up for himself, but his skills were still lacking to shut some mouths up. Staring at his screen, Luke felt weirdly relaxed, but it was mixed with sadness as he would probably never play with that man again. He also doubted anyone would defend him like that ever again. Most of the time, it was girls who stood up for each other, even for others. Lucerys admired them, despite everything they had to endure everyday, he had but only lived a percent of what they live daily. Fingers tingling on his mouse, Luke was staring at the man’s name on his screen… Should I? It was bold of him to ask his mate as a friend. The man would probably not accept, he probably already forgot who he was, and there was no point for him, a way better player, to rank with Luke.

Lucerys sighed, ready to close his game, he wanted to step out of his room and seek for Baela and Rhaena, they were probably playing too but he absolutely had to tell them what happened. It would help him relax a bit, Rhaena would be reassuring when Baela would ask for the boy’s names and probably use her FBI-like skills to track them down and make sure their voices could never ever see a mic again. Luke smiled at the idea.

[You received a friend request.]

The boy jumped on his chair. Taken aback by the sudden noise. Eyes staring at the screen, they widened when he saw the friend request and by whom it was sent.

“Shit!”, he yelled, grabbing his mouse the best he could, hand moist with stress.

Lucerys blinked, once, twice, three times, he stopped counting at ten times probably. It couldn’t be! It couldn’t be … him. Lucerys shook his head, closed his eyes, opened them one last time, before reaching for the notification, and finally accepting it, after what felt like hours. The name appeared on his friend list next to his friends and family members. He fixed it like it wasn’t real. Luke was so confused. Confusion soon replaced with absolute anxiety when his chat turned purple, the color of a private message.

Hey

Luke wanted to take the message out of the screen, hold onto the words, grab each letter, imprint them on his skin. What’s wrong with me… He loved the attention, but most importantly, he craved to know why the man would give him any of it at first.

Sorry for what happened. Hope you are ok.

He smiled, heart warming up at the kind attention. The sentence felt weird, both cold and kind, like the man was in voice chat. A sudden thought sent shivers down Luke’s spine. What if he really thinks I’m a girl? The boy’s face twisted, he hoped it was not some creepy behavior, as it sadly often was. He typed shakily.

thanks i’m good. first time this happens it’s

He sent it and paused.

feels weird. i’m not who they think i was it didn’t impact me

There was a long pause, he didn’t know if his words made any sense.

You clearly sounded like it did.

Luke frowned his eyebrow, split between confusion and disappointment.

i’m not a girl. but they were annoying

You don’t need to be one to be annoyed.

Luke shook his head. I’m so stupid!

yeah sorry that’s not what i meant. hope these sexist fucks get banned tho

I hope too.

thanks for the game btw, i clearly sucked

It’s fine. It’s my smurf account. It was quite an unfair game for them.

yeah i figured that out pretty quick lol. you were way too good for this match. thanks again

No problem, you did good.

Lucerys smiled widely, kicking his feet. Something inside him felt weird, he could not quite put his finger on it. There was nothing strange about meeting people, maybe making a new friend. He had plenty of them on social media. Maybe it was the man's true intentions, still vague to Luke, that confused him.

***

‘Good’ maybe wasn’t the best word. Aemond didn’t want to type again to correct himself. Well you did… your best, he thought. The boy looked absolutely lost on the map, his aim wasn’t too bad, he used his spells with care and was very good at following orders, particularly his. Most of the time he was rather silent in game, especially on his smurf, he would share basic information. He rarely stood up for others, because most of the time it was a bunch of kids indistinctly yelling at one another, sometimes in languages he had never heard. He mostly played with his brother and sister, communicating only to them. He was more than well aware of some toxic behavior because Helaena would suffer from it even when he was here. When Aegon was too busy insulting back and mocking their toxic mates, Aemond would be calmer, but only deadlier in his words. He knew his voice and tone impressed more than one, he would love to use it against badly educated boys or men that crossed the line, their ego too big for their own good. Nothing annoyed him more than to have his ears polluted by these whines and screams, especially if it was to insult people he loved and cared about. Too many immature crybabies roamed free in this game, so between two bullets, it was good to relieve himself with some good old threats. He was excellent anyway, they rarely could criticize the way he played.

So when he heard these boys, which probably were not even adults considering how their voice sounded, mocking their poor support who was clearly trying his best, he intervened. It simply reminded him all the time his own sister suffered from childish men who couldn’t bear the idea that yes, girls did indeed play video games, and that no, they are not always the one who suck in your games or ruin your matches. From the first time he heard the support, he wondered too, not wanting to misgender or assume anything, he rapidly got the confirmation he seeked for when the boy yelled that he was in fact, not a girl. Not that he considered himself a hero, he truly did not care, but he was raised good, and taught that this is not the kind of thing he should let happen without saying anything. So he was quick to react, unsurprised at the boys’ reactions. They mostly always react like this, sometimes they just shut up, most of the time their ego is too big and it slips out of their nasty mouth accompanied by the dumbest words a human could hear. But in the end, Aemond would always win, especially on his smurf account, he was better, he was carrying, and his voice reached far deeper into these stupid boys hearts, like perfect little knives cutting them open.

‘This your girl?’, the words had confused and disturbed Aemond more than they should have. He was used to be insulted back, called all sort of homophobic or bigoted things, even by enemies when he was destroying them. It did little to no damage to him. He was confident in his skills, he was untouchable. But something changed, shattered almost when he heard the pain in the boy’s voice. The immediate assumption that he was protecting his… girlfriend? Aemond wasn’t particularly fond of romantic relationships, and not really of girls either, or boys, he didn’t much think about it actually. Not that he never had interest in other people, sometimes he had, but it was superficial, he would brush it off. But he was always closer to boys, romantically. He didn’t have many friends apart from his siblings and mentor Cole, who got them into gaming and taught him a lot about this game. He couldn’t quite understand, or comprehend, what attracted him in the boy. Despite the pain, he sounded cute at the end, scared or impressed by him, Aemond couldn’t say. He wanted to see if he could get more of it.

Online later?

Confidence ran through him like bullets into his enemies. He waited a few seconds before getting a quick response.

yeah, why?

Don’t want to sound weird, but we could play again some time. We’re missing a player with my group. If you don’t mind joining us.

Aemond cracked his fingers, the response took seconds to arrive but it felt like hours. Had he been too straightforward? He wasn’t even sure if he wasn’t talking to a 14 years old boy, he might sound very creepy. He estimated that the boy was around 18 or 20 but he wasn’t sure.

woah

Pause.

if they are all like you… yeah i prob will be a burden man. idk

Aemond started typing again, unsure how he could convince the boy with the cute voice to play with him again.

It’s fine, we can do some custom or normal games, I could teach you some things. If you don’t mind.

that’s very cool man. sure it doesn’t bother you? i clearly was better at following you like a pup than playing the actual fucking game

Aemond smirked, at least the boy was conscious of it. He liked the mention of “pup”, that's really how he pictured the boy.

It’s all fine, if you intend on climbing the ladder, better learn some few useful tricks and tips.

He paused, hesitating. It was better if he knew.

Btw, we are in our twenties, forties for our oldest one but don’t worry, you can bully the grandpa. If that’s ok for you, don’t want to sound creepy.

There was yet another pause that almost sent Aemond into a coma, not realizing how tense he was, waiting for the boy to answer like a man in a desert seeking any drops of water he could find.

uh, i’m a fucking baby. i just turned 18 so i hope taht’s fine man

He smiled, once again he was right.

If it is for you then we are good.

nice, well see you tonight ig

See you tonight mate.

Aemond spent a few minutes staring at the game. Torn between a weird feeling of accomplishment, of pride, and confusion, head dizzy. He shook his head, he liked to be organized, precise, concise, in charge. So he decided to review the boy’s game, he opened a document and started to write down everything he saw, everything wrong and good, and what he could teach him, in a very private lesson, a smirk on his prying lips.

[bexalex]

INTRO.

oops i'm already late but a quick intro while i have a chance!! hi everyone this is laur (@bejinyoung) again attempting a second muse because this dude spawned in my head a couple weeks ago and won't leave me alone!!!!

to be honest i haven't finished his bio yet so i'll put a quick tl;dr under the cut with the highlights and hopefully i can get some plots rockin' and rollin' with alex!

ps. this is a new blog so i'm stuck with the new post editor. please pray 4 me.

the history!

mom's a particularly cutthroat lawyer and dad is a former major league baseball player who was more or less babytrapped by mom while she was visiting her extended family in korea. due to conservative beliefs and values, he married her anyway and moved to canada with her to raise the baby (it's a girl!).

alex was also born in toronto, ontario (canada) and was more or less an accident. his mom really didn't want a second child, especially not one FOURTEEN years after her first, but due to conservative beliefs and values (there is a pattern here) she kept the baby (alex) anyway. that said, she was not a very affectionate mother. his dad, on the other hand, was fairly doting but not always present.

alex kinda grew up a little too independent. his sister didn't want much to do with him (what high schooler wants to deal with an infant anyway?), his dad was always busy, and his mom was distant at best, cold at worst.

side plot: alex at some point realized that he looked nothing like his father. and also not that much like his mother. while he's never dared to ask, he assumes he's the product of an affair. he can tell that there's no love left in his parents' marriage one way or the other, but they stay together due to conservative beliefs and values.

CW INJURY // like his dad, alex had a keen interest in baseball from a young age! he started out in little league and was quite the little talent. he continued to play until 8th grade; he made the junior varsity team (he passed the special test for underclassmen to play with high schoolers) but in an unfortunate accident in practice, he broke his femur. he's now fully healed, but whether it's physical or psychological his leg has never really felt the same. while he can walk and function normally in most of his daily life, it still aches with too much hard activity. the pain was bad enough that he had to give up his baseball career dreams.

while still initially recovering from said injury, alex was quite bored. he's always been competitive so he eventually fell into the wild world of video games. first person shooters in particular appealed to him. and he became quite good at them. this will be important later.

another side plot: his sister is married to @bexabbi's brother. alex was only invited to the wedding because people would ask questions if he wasn't.

somewhere halfway through high school, alex's dad decides he has had enough. he legally splits from his wife (she takes everything) but alex is old enough to tell the judge that he'd rather stay with his dad than his mom. his mother puts up a fight at first, if only just to spite her ex, but eventually she relents and dad gets sole custody. alex and dad move back to south korea a year later and alex finishes his schooling in seoul.

at some point, his prowess at fps games earns him a spot on an overwatch contenders team (the very same as @renxbe) as another dps. i actually don't know too much about games so bear with me here because i have no idea who he mained at the time, we will determine these details later. anyway, through a series of unfortunate events, alex's contract was not re-signed or extended and he ended up leaving overwatch entirely to join a valorant challengers team instead. he's still playing valorant professionally and streams on the side just for fun. his whole team is hoping to win the challengers league and become a franchised team in the Big international competitions &lt;3

his stream content is a lot of valo (again i dont know much so can't tell u who he mains rn) but he also does some other variety content.

anyway these days he's a creative writing major (mostly to spite his mother, who would've dropped dead if any of her kids weren't doctors or lawyers, etc.) and has vague plans to write a novel if streaming fizzles out for him. he doesn't currently have any particular interest in music but i'm hoping to give him some connections to change that!!

a little bit of personality info too:

i kinda consider him the guy asking the question "aren't you tired of being nice? don't you want to go ape shitt" and he is currently tired of playing nice and is going a bit ape shitt

not completely impulsive but definitely doesn't overthink so many things. sexuality in particular. he's not defining himself by any one label and is currently in an experimental stage? he's figuring out what he likes and his preferences at a pretty laidback pace and just kinda enjoying the experience.

sarcastic piece of shit. not exactly loud, but annoying as hell when he does speak up. i don't really know how to describe this vibe but just know that despite having nothing to contribute to any conversation, he was very demanding for my attention and to be brought to life in wannabe. he still has nothing to contribute to the conversation.

he sometimes acts like he doesn't care too much about school but he's academically very intelligent. he pretends he's taking creative writing because it's easy but he's secretly very interested in storytelling in unique ways; he thinks it'd be fun to use what he's learning to create some sort of arg or maybe even write a script for a video game someday? he's not entirely sure yet, he's a bit too unfocused to really commit to any one project. maybe he'll just be a boring novelist someday!

i don't have any particular plots in mind Yet and this post is already so long omg so i might try to get some ideas up in a separate post later! but for now! if anything piques your interest please let me know, leave a like, whatever you're up for and i'm so excited to get to plotting with the boy!

[zaffreberries]

It’s weird how we become attached to things. How something catches our interests and ensnares us so much that the line between addiction, love, obsession and ritual become blurred together. You grow to love it, to hate, to become tired of it and then something reignites that passion and you are once again swept up in the feelings.

When I heard about Pokémon Go I was excited, I had no idea what I was doing, I had an old iPhone SE and I walked around on day 1 trying to catch everything that moved alongside hundreds of other random people all united in that one goal. People I would never have interacted with in my normal day to day life. The game kept crashing, rumours were everywhere (most of them false) and everyone was just out exploring this new thing. Someone would spot a rare Pokémon and a mad dash would ensue to get it before it despawned (there is a video on YouTube about a wild Vaporeon that spawned and hundreds of people rushing over) it was exciting and new and everyone was hooked…for a while.

I joined Team Mystic (it’s blue, I liked the description and I thought it might have some relevance in catching an Articuno later on) lines were drawn in the sand and suddenly taking over gyms become the new war. It became customary for a brief moment of time to not ask if the person was playing Pokémon (because everyone was at the time) but what team they were on. Those with cars and friends would patrol deep into the night to secure their territory, animosity spread and stereotypes made. I was lucky because Team Mystic was the most predominant team. Team Instinct was nonexistent and Team Valor was seen as aggressive and scorned. I didn’t care though. I made friends from strangers. Taking over a random gym one sunny afternoon and another player ambled over to me and asked “is it going up or down” he was Team Mystic as well and a friendship was struck as he helped me take down the Team Valor gym. I still don’t know his real name to this day, just his in game name despite having known him for years. Community days started and a huge group would congregate at the local park and gather around to play together. More friendships, more fun.

Covid changed things. Most people stopped and never came back after the lock downs ended. My friends list was full of people I had spent hours with who now I never saw. A few waves and smiles when we rarely crossed paths, a remembrance of those times. New friends emerged, but not enough. All my close friends stopped playing, they got bored.

I went to the park for the Chansey event and there were so few people in comparison to what had come before. I remember the Park being full of people despite the rain for the Dratini community day on 24 February, 2018 and now there was barely ten people playing despite the sunshine and cool wind. I spoke with new friends, ones I had made in recent years through the game and not those I started with. The times were different, but we had stayed the same. Was it addiction or obsession? It’s fun when you have friends, but what about the in between moments outside of events. It can get lonely sometimes.

I remember starting out I made a team of Eevee evolutions because they helped with type match ups. Flareon, Jolteon and Vaporeon were staples with my Vaporeon being a powerhouse. During that early period of the game when dratini were few and far between snorlax, Chansey and Vaporeon were hot commodities due to their huge health pool. I have always liked Vaporeon and to have my favourite Pokémon be so useful was something I treasured. I would often play alone, getting exercise or taking out gyms by myself, just me and my stubborn refusal to quit. I still made friends, but for me, the bulk of my Pokémon adventure was spent alone, meaning I treasured the time spent with others more than I might have had I spent more time doing the usual stuff with others.

For me, during lockdown I started playing more not less. I still had kept up with the game, but I had dialled back my efforts significantly. I started walking and catching 5 times a week. For me Pokemon was a tool to help me to get out of the house, to get some exercise and not not be such a shut in. It gave me motivation to get up and Go (yes I like puns) and helped reconnect with some friends. Things had changed, but I hadn’t. Not entirely at least.

it wasn’t as exciting as it used to be, some of the shine had dulled and dust had gathered. It was a game that thrived with others and for me that was lucky to happen once a month. I play alone. I raid alone, I share my excitement with no one. But I still get excited, perhaps not as much, but enough to keep me going, to keep me catching Pokémon and joining raids and hatching eggs.

Maybe one day I’ll recapture that magic from the early days, maybe the game will continue to sink into the dust. But for now I’ll keep play, keep up the daily ritual/addiction and occasionally get excited about reaching a new milestone, or catching a coveted Pokémon. That all too brief flash of lightning as the shiny Pokémon animation starts at the catch screen and you see that differently shaded monster bouncing in front of you as you begin to feel the anxiety of catching such a rare sight. The relief when it captures and the disappointment of terrible stats barely noticeable when you investigate the fruits of your labour.

I’m grateful for the friends I made, those who stayed, those who left. I’m grateful for the fun times we had, the jokes, the shared triumphs and disappointments. I’m grateful for the happy surprises of seeing my friends playing and walking in a group together knowing I’m welcome to join. I’m grateful for the happy moments. I’m grateful that this existing.

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Giggles and ghast prompt from @thisisminana I hope you enjoy!

Punz and Dream had met up multiple times over the course of the past few months so thus they learned a lot about one another one of those things was how ticklish the other is and just how competitive they both were! George and Sapnap were currently off in their rooms George reluctantly editing while Sapnap was playing valorant… Thus leaving Dream and Punz alone for the moment, they were bored trying to decide what to do when suddenly Dream smirked an idea coming to mind… He knew it was pretty up to chance if Punz would agree but he had hopes he would!

“YOU WANNA WHAT?!”

Punz’s eyes widened as he fully took in Dreams words

Dream nodded slowly

You heard me

“I wanna have a tickle fight, loser has to order dinner for tonight”

Punz blinked a few times slight worry if Dream managed to get to one of his death spots early enough but his need for competition quickly overtook that!

“Fine let’s do this”

Dream nods

“Alright let’s go”

They move to an open space on the floor and within seconds are wrestling back and forth fighting for the upper hand! It’s a fierce battle but after a minute or so Punz comes out on top after a quick scribble to dreams tummy which made him squeal in surprise as he fell backwards allowing Punz to sit on his thighs effectively pinning him down..

“EEP!”

Punz laughed softly

“Ohh just a quick lkttle tummy scribble already has me with the upper hand are you sure you wanna do this Dream? Are you sure you don’t wanna give up now hmm?”

Dream shook his head defiantly as he practically shouts

“No way dude! It’s gonna take more than that to make me give up!”

Punz shrugs

“Alright then you asked for it..”

Punz’s hands dived to Dream’s stomach immediately scribbling with no end in sight!

Dream shrieked wiggling beneath Punz as he loudly laughed

“AAEEH NOHOHO PUHUHNNZZZ!”

Punz laughed softly

“What you’re the one who said it would take more than just a single scribble to make you give up so I’m giving you multiple!”

Dream is unable to come up with a proper reply knowing he’s right but also deciding to instead use what energy he has to focus on how he can turn the tables..

He barely manages to get his hands from where they were in his hair gripping it to control the tickly feeling even slightly and move them to Punz’s hips squeezing quickly!

Punz yells in surprise as he falls backwards

“GAH NAHA!”

Dream quickly pushes through the ghost tickles as he sits on Punz’s thighs mmediately squeezing at his hips

“Haaha got you now Punz! Your hips are just soooo ticklish aren’t they?”

Punz blushes pink as he shakes his head

“SHUHUTT UHUUPPP DOHONNTT TEEHAHAAHASEEHEHE!”

Dream smirks snickering softly

“Aww can be tough Punzie not take teasing hmm? Is it too flustering does it make you all blushy and feel butterflies knowing you can’t stop me?”

Dreams words meant stop him from teasing and Punz knew that but instead took that as a challenge

He quickly tried to fight to get Dream off him!

Dream simply laughed quickly blowing a raspberry on his stomach to disable him and it worked!

Punz shrieked falling backwards

“AEEH NHAHAHA NOHO FAHIHRR!”

Dream laughed again

“What do you mean no fair it’s a tickle fight everything is fair!”

Punz once again took that as a challenge! He quickly fought to sit up stomach still tingling as one hand flies to Dreams stomach scribbling and squeezing as his other flew to his side doing the same and his face buried into Dreams neck nibbling and blowing raspberries!

It was now Dreams turn to shriek as he fell back laughing loudly as Punz tackles him sitting on his thighs as he wastes no time raising his shirt blowing raspberry after raspberry on his stomach as his hands scribble all the way from Dreams sides up to his armpits and then even down to his hips switching to squeezing!

“AEEH NAHAHHAHA HAHHAHA PUHUHUNNZZZ AHAHHA NOHOHOHO!”

Punz now laughs smiling triumphantly

“Awww too much Dreamie? Hmm too ticklish? Too many tickle spots being tickled at once? Can’t take this?”

Dream whines through his hysteric laughter his face turning red as he shakes his head trying to think of a way out… A light bulb goes off and Dream knows his last ditch effort and hopes it’ll work!

He quickly works to control his arms to stop them from flailing about as Punz is pausing between raspberries and he uses that opportunity to began scratching at Punz’s ears!

Look okay the ears are both a bad and melt spot on George and it was all Dream could think of to try! Dream is shocked as is Punz when he squeaks and begins giggling

“EEK! Whahhattt thehhe hehehcckkk?!?”

Punz is in a daze of surprise and suddenly beginning to feel melty his balance becoming unstable!

Admist Punz’s shock and melting state Dream manages to push Punz off him and quickly sit on his ankles!

“Woo! That’s nice to know your ears are a melty spot isn’t it Punzie?”

Punz giggles slightly his ears still tingling

“Huhusshh ihiittss nohott-“

Suddenly once tnr surprise and short burst of meltyness wears off he realizes how Dream is sat and begins trying to pull his legs out from under Dream but before he can even get a proper attempt or even utter a single word of disagreement Drean strikes!

His fingers scribbling quickly up and down Punz’s socked feet!

Punz shrieks twisting around his ankles screaming to be free so the feeling will stop!

“AEEH NAHAHAH DRHEHWHAHMMM NOHOTT THEHERREHHE!”

Dream snickers

“Whattt it’s only fair I mean you did get my death spot with a ton of raspberries after all… Oohh say I’ve actually let my nails grow a little more than normal recently I wonder how they’d feel on your bare feet? Hmm aren’t you curious as well?”

Punz’s eyes widen as he tries again to escape but it’s no use

“Nonononono Dream plehehasshehe!”

Dream smirks holding back a pleased giggle

“Oh? Giggling already? You know I don’t have to do this you could just give up already…”

Punz shakes his head defiantly

“Noho! I won’t give!”

Dream tsks softly

“Alright then you asked for it…”

Dream wastes no time quickly scribbling up and down Punz’s socked feet!

Punz shrieks thrashing around as laughter practically booms out his mouth

“AEEH BAHAAHA NOHOHO AHHA IHIHI CAHAHNTTT!”

Dream snickers

“Oh you can’t? Hmm? Then just give up! It’s that simple!”

Punz shakes his head in denial

“NOHOHO IHIH WOHONNTT GIHIVEHHE!”

He attempts to sit up and grab at Dream’s shirt to maybe pull him backwards but he instantly freezes as Dream laughs and he feels his socks slipping off

“Haha oho Punz Punz Punz you’re just too competitive for your own good aren’t you?”

Punz usually would giggle residually after feet tickles but right now he was rendered silent at first until finally he began stuttering out and nearly second guessing not giving up…

“D-dream d-dream… you you don’t have to do this..”

Dream waits a moment his hands resting on Punz’s heels

“Oh but don’t I? I mean you said you wouldn’t give up.. unless wait is the great PunzOP giving up? Is he done? Is he declaring himself a loser?”

Punz groans at Dream knowing just how to get under his skin to keep him going

“I’m not done! Go ahead and do it it’ll make it all the sweeter when I manage to escape and figure out a way to make you be the loser!”

Dream chuckles softly

“Okay yea sure good luck with that”

Dream then wastes no time scribbling up and down Punz’s feet even scratching the sides and tops slightly never staying in one place too long

Punz lets out a massive scream falling into hysterics as his body jolts before flailing aimlessly his legs trying to pull out from under Dream with a new fire

“AAAHH NONONONOHOHOO AHAHHAA DRHEHHEHAHAHAMMM AHAHHAHAHA!”

Dream laughs at Punz’s scream shaking his head softly

“My my such a scream and such loud laughter it must tickle sooo bad doesn’t it?”

Punz’s face reddens as he covers his face

“SHUHUTTT UHUHUPPP!”

Dream scoffs

“Such harsh words when you’re in no position to be saying them…”

With that Dream focuses on Punz’s instep on one foot and under his toes on the other both spots being specific extra death spots for the older

No sound comes out Punz’s nervous system being unable to comprehend the feeling

Dream turns around slightly to check on him and quickly sees Punz’s hand tapping the ground and he climbs off the older who in turn curls up giggling and panting

Dream reaches out to pat Punz’s head and he flinches at first then settles

“You okay? I didn’t go too far did I?”

Punz shakes his head softly as he sits up

“No no you’re good I just pushed myself a little extra this time but it’s not your fault and it wasn’t too too much I’ve had worse before from my siblings”

Dream nods relieved he didn’t go too far

“Good good, and geeze worse than that? Really? How did you survive?”

Punz shrugs

“I don’t know honestly looking back on it now it’s good it really helped increase my stamina hense how I’m usually able to win most tickle challenges”

Dream nods

“Makes sense, so ready to pay for the pizza and everything”

Punz groans softly

“Yea whatever next time you’re so losing and paying”

Dream snickers

“Yea as long as I go easy on you don’t go straight for your feet”

Punz bushes softly as he points at Dream

“Hey you just better hope I go easy on you and don’t immediately pull out the nibbles and raspberries plus add on your hips for some squeezes”

Dream now blushed softly and quickly tossed Punz his phone

“So um pizza right”

Punz snickers rolling his eyes ordering the pizza and everything

The end

[rosze-v]

birthday boy

pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

synopsis: Celebrating his birthday all alone, or so you thought

tw: fluff, MANGA SPOILER (but only like a place spoiler), slight suggestive theme but really minor, little bit of angst

w.c: 1.3k

a/n: Halu! I don’t really know what to feel about this one, but I was just bored, and needed to write something. I don’t think I did well here but, its okay! I’ve been playing Valorant a lot lately, and it has been fun, I wish I have someone I can play with. Anyway! have fun reading this!

text: happy birthday tooru, take care of yourself.

And sent. You stare at your phone, head empty, and not believing you just sent that. It has been 3 months, since you broke up with the volleyball player. 3 months of living in auto pilot in the morning, and complete breakdowns at night. You have loved, and maybe if you weren’t ignoring your heart, you could admit you still love him.

You met Oikawa when he came over to Argentina, and walk into the bakery you work at. What you noticed from him first was the proud smirk on his face, and his tall build. You immediately knew to steer away from him because the first thing he did when he saw you at the counter was to say, hi pretty can I get your number?  

But what you didn’t know at the time was that he had been watching you for so long. He had his eyes on you the first time he saw you giving out bread samples outside of the bakery. Oikawa thought you were so cute, but he didn’t want to mess it up by being greedy, so he observed you. Yet the result of his observation was replied with how can I help you today sir.

And ever since that day, Oikawa had tried his hardest to take you out, and you gave in. You gave in, and said yes to the best date you have ever went. Oikawa brought you to a beautiful restaurant for your first date, and you guys talk so much, the restaurant have to chase you guys away. You never expected the flirty, cocky-looking man you detest so much, had so much in common with you.

So that was the story of how you dated Oikawa, the man who kept your heart in cages.

Remembering your time with him send a striking pain through your chest. The beach was quite cold, but the starry night is comforting enough for you. You glance at the clock in your phone, and realized that its 12.10. You turn to your right, and take the box of cake, placing it on your lap. When you open the box, you could see a simple white cake, with blue writing of Happy Birthday. Birthdays were always special to you; well, it became special when Oikawa introduced it to you. Growing up, you didn’t celebrate your birthdays much, because no one really cares. So, when Oikawa found out that he missed your birthday because you couldn’t care less to tell him, and he found out the reason why, he made sure that all celebrations be it birthdays, Halloween, whatever it is, will be celebrated.

So, here you are, trying to place the candles in the cake, trying to celebrate the birthday of your ex. You were trying to lit up the candles when a voice startles you.

“You’re gonna burn yourself that way”. You immediately turn around, eyes wide, and body freezing. Though your body relaxes immediately when it was the birthday boy himself.

“Tooru…”. You whispered as Oikawa sit down beside you, taking the cake into his lap, and lighting up the candle himself. He was silent, and you were silent as you take in the sight in front of you. Oikawa’s hair was much longer now, he had it tied. There were stubbles, and little moustache. He looked thinner than before, and yet you couldn’t help but breathe him in. He still smells the same, his voice still sounds the same, and you could only stare at him.

He turned around to face you, placing the cake back into your lap. He was trying his best to not meet your eyes, but he couldn’t help it, he missed the way your eyes misses his. Slowly, Oikawa looks up, and immediately his heart thrums loud in his ears. He misses you so much, it took everything in him not to squeeze you in his arms. It was silent again, the both of you gazing into each other, wondering, what the hell happened.

“happy birthday to you”. You sang suddenly, as you lift the cake up in front of Oikawa.

“happy birthday to you”. Oikawa’s lips who were straight, and emotionless before, curled up slowly.

”happy birthday to my Tooru, happy birthday to you”. Oikawa blew the candle, closing his eyes, pretending to make a wish, when in fact, he was trying his best to hold onto his tears because you called him, my Tooru. When he opens his eyes, he notice your wet cheeks, and you trying to wipe away your incoming tears.

“I'm sorry (y/n)”. Oikawa blurted, and you could only shake your head.

“It was my fault Tooru”.

“No, it wasn’t your fault! I was just not listening to you.” Oikawa admits, as he slowly took your hand into his.

“But I wasn’t understanding enough.” You said, remembering the reason the both of you broke up. It was just something silly, you realize that you and Oikawa have not spend any time together, and he was ignoring your texts, and calls. When you demand answers, he got angry at you, and telling you that he’s too busy. You, of course, apologized first, but then it continues happening, and eventually, the both of you broke up.

“No, baby, I was just…”. Oikawa sighs, rubbing his face in frustration. “I was only looking at myself, and thinking that you will be alright”. He whispered.

“And, I was such a dick to you, and I…, I let you go”. Oikawa couldn’t hold in his tears anymore, he was feeling such intense emotions, and he just wants, no he needs you back so much. Seeing him so broken claws into your heart, as you squeeze his hand. You were going to speak up when Oikawa continues again.

“Please (y/n) … I really want you back. These 3 months were utter hell, I- I need you. I’ll do anything for you to come back”. You peer into his eyes, honesty, and determination were clear in his eyes.

But you can’t help but think of how lonely, and terrible it felt when he ignored you. “But Tooru… what happened was a huge problem you know”. Oikawa nodded in agreement.

“I completely understand that you’re busy, but I really don’t like it when you just ignore me, and the things I said. It felt like my words, and feelings don’t mean anything.” You whispered, looking down at your lap.

A hand extended in front of you as Oikawa places his hand on your chin, and held it up, so you were looking at him again. Gently, he places his hand on your cheek, rubbing circles on it. It felt so soothing, and you could feel yourself melting into Oikawa again.

“I’ll change for you. I’ll learn to listen, and I will learn to communicate better. Please… just give me another chance”. Oikawa pleading voice shakes your weak judgement, and after a few seconds you nodded. Immediately, Oikawa hug you, tight and strong as he sighs in delight.

“Fuck, I miss this baby”. You could only chuckle as you rub his back, and inhaling his scent.

“I miss you too my Tooru”. Oikawa unlatches himself from you as he shows you his grin.

“So, I’m your Tooru?”. Oikawa said, pulling your hand up to his cheek, as you rub his cheek, and then his head. You pull his head to you gently, letting your foreheads touch.

“You’re my Tooru”. He giggles, elated at your words, and getting you back. He stares at your lips, a desire burns in him, but he shakes his head, which confuses you. He quickly pecks your lip, wanting to hold onto his desire, that’s for later, he thought.

“Can we eat my cake at home?”. Oikawa stood up, holding onto the cake box in one hand, while the other held out for you to reach.

“Who said that cake is for you?”. You teased, as Oikawa pout, his lips jutted out, and eyebrows scrunched. You laughed, as you held onto his hip while he naturally places his arms around your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s your cake birthday boy. I made it for you.”

“Hell yeah! We boutta get cake wrecked baby!”. The both of you laughed out loud, hearts connecting once again, and under the stars of July, you celebrated another birthday.

[bellewritesstuff]

UNDER THE SAME STARS • TOMMYINNIT

heyyy i just posted a fanfiction on wattpad, and here’s the preface to it! pls check it out and i hope u enjoy!! 😻

TOMMY WITHOUT HESITATION COULD RECALL THE DAY WHEN HE MET LORELAI FOR THE FIRST TIME. not only because she immediately became one of his best friends, but he would consider it as the best day of his entire life.

it had taken place during one of his unexpected, chill streams on the alt account. he was casually messing around the server while telling some (in his opinion) funny stories, but as the time passed everyone started to get bored.

"let's see if sapnap is down for a round or two games in valorant." he let a small sigh out, before joining the vc with dream, sapnap, and deafened karl. "why the fuck are you two here? can't you just talk to each other in the living room or some shit?"

"hi tommy" dream chuckled as tommy finished his sentence. "we're on a minecraft date, and you're kind of interrupting us right now, dude." the oldest boy added, trying to muffle his laugh.

"eww, man. i'm almost the same age as your younger sister, what the heck?" hearing the unknown voice, tommy shifted his gaze from the game to their discord server (just to check if he had mistaken someone for sapnap). "hello tommy, i'm rory, sapnap's sister. it's a huge pleasure to meet you." the girl added, making his lips curl up into a small smile.

"SEE, CHAT? women love me and think it's a HUGE pleasure to meet me." tommy exclaimed looking into his webcam with a wide grin. "it's a pleasure to meet you as well, rory. down for some valorant?" his voice sounded so pleasantly chill, and calm as he spoke, logging into the riot client.

lorelai genuinely enjoyed tom's videos, especially the ones on his vlog channel. she would watch them every time she felt miserable, because of his friend group's humor. and well, how could she say no?

"under one condition," he hummed in response. "you gotta carry me, cause i'm in a low elo." she added, making him chuckle lightly.

"of course, woman, dream what about y- CHAT, I'M NOT A SIMP STOP WITH THAT BULLSHIT."

it's been a few minutes, and after exchanging riot ids, spending a good two minutes in a queue, they finally started a game. dream decided to stay in a call with the two, muting himself eventually.

"someone take sage, we need sage" an unknown voice spoke in a team voice chat, causing rory to roll her eyes. "then you shouldn't insta lock jett asshole" she spoke annoyed, making tommy giggle a little.

"it's okay, i'll be sage" he locked in, waiting for a girl to pick an agent. "not gonna heal them tho" the boy rolled his eyes playfully.

dnf4life yoo tommy's a pocket sage??

jodienottaken imagine instalocking and then talking about team comp🤕🤕🤕

"your chat is spilling facts" lorelai claimed, locking in raze. "you're watching my stream right now?" he questioned a bit shocked. "yeah, i usually watch you while playing."

"YO GOOD JOB TOMMY!" rory shouted, clapping her hands as he aced the second round in a row. "i didn't expect you to be that good, oh my lord." she exclaimed joyously.

for the chat, it seemed like they'd known each other for a while now, without unnecessary awkwardness in the air, with constant jokes, and good communication during games. for the girl it was like a dream she didn't want to wake up from, playing with someone she felt she clicked with so much was way funnier than playing alone.

"yeah- hahaha, i, i bet it's just luck" he blushed lightly, almost impossible to notice, but some people had, and rory was one of them. "wait i'll revive you" his character placed a wall in front of them, before reviving her.

"thank you!" the girl remarked as she crouched happily, shooting at someone who tried to kill her new friend. "m gonna protect you, tommy, don't worry".

"i am a pocket sage, then." he stated before both of them burst into laughter.

after some won (and some lost) games, he finally ended his stream, making sure that the girl he was talking to earlier, would stay on a call with him. he couldn't know why, but something about her that interested him.

maybe it's because they clicked so fast, or because he hasn't really met any girl his age that he could play games with. it felt like he's known her his entire life, and leaving their call was the last thing he wanted to do.

"hey, um, i hope i didn't make you uncomfortable." tommy mumbled in his normal, non-streaming voice. "if i did, it was unintentional. i had sometimes forgotten that it's our first talk." he added, causing rory to smile.

"ahh, no, don't worry about it." she chuckled. "i had real fun talking to you. it seems so unreal, cause i feel like i've known you since always." rory added, her cheeks beginning to feel warmer.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" he laughed softly, switching his screen to their call. "we've been talking for six hours now, oh my god."

"wait, isn't it 1am for you right now?"

"yeah, but it's okay. i enjoy talking to you" the boy spoke cheerfully, logging into the dream smp (that he made for him and his friends). "by the way, would you like to give me your own discord? so we can talk later?"

and after that, they were talking for the next three hours straight, without a single moment of unpleasant silence. the two would probably be even longer if it wasn't for sapnap who burst into the room, causing them to end the call.

"how long have you been talking?" sapnap asked, looking at his younger sister suspiciously. "you've been sitting here for nine hours straight?" he added in shock.

jodie 💨 | @jodienottaken

ayo is it me or tommy and rory seem like best friends material?

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🌌 | @lifebythesky

VOUCH!! they're so cute together smh

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berry | @karlhonkers

tommy being her pocket sage tho🥺

ro | @abcderory

how did i gain so much followers over a few hours?

oh no, you guys found me already 💀

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(there’s another 3 parts on wattpad tho so pla check it if u enjoyed it!)

the fanfiction —> here