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vacantgodling · 1 year ago
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RED DEATH & THE ORACLE'S FAVOR
Red pressed her face to the table, hiding her eyes. “I have no money to offer you, nor children to sell. I have no clothes other than those bloodied on my back. No riches, nor connections can this deal between us bring. But I do have myself, and any services you ask of me.” The Oracle pondered her brazen request, and smiled to himself at her earnestness without jest. Her head he raised with a kind hand, cupping her chin beneath his palm. “Raise your head, sweet Red, no need to grovel just yet. The night wanes to the hours, young. Come, I will give you lodgings for the night, and then in the marrow, our deal, we shall strike.”
Red like blood, that’s what she named herself. Red like death. 
All seek The Red Death for the howls of her moon scythe to fall down upon their enemies, like the jaws of a wolf on innocent sheep. Just as the jaws of The Wolf Queen close upon even the furthest reaches of this land and has spiraled this country into a seemingly endless ruin.
The vendetta Red has against The Wolf Queen is personal: she is responsible for the kidnapping of her elder sister, Iole. For years, Red has been scouring the land high and low, under rock and hill, to find her beloved kin. Her reputation grew from desperation; burdened with this curse that stole Iole’s life and their childhood away from them. Yet, this curse is her only hope of salvaging it. 
For sustenance, she kills. Shelter, she forgoes. She will not rest until Iole is safe with her once more. 
But she is running out of time and she has exhausted all options. A stroke of luck leads her to another cursed one such as herself, The Oracle; a young man named Hel. The man who knows everything if asked the question, yet he says nothing if not offered a worthy bargain. It is with him that Red strikes her final deal: they will traverse these war battered lands to find and protect The Hidden Prince, who will free this land from The Wolf Queen’s maw. And if she succeeds... The Oracle will give her the knowledge she seeks.
• • • Further Details
Inspiration(s): The folktale Snow White and Rose Red, Snow White and the Huntsman (2012) - but redone because it had such wasted potential, and general fairytale tropes
POV: third person omniscient with a folk tale, singsong cadence.
Themes: overcoming grief, childhood trauma, curses as blessings and blessings as curses, political power struggles, someone is haunting the narrative
TW(s): death, gore, body horror, mentions of child abuse and of SA
Features: all queer & all black cast, neurodivergency of many kinds, atypical romantic/qp relationships
main tag: s: red and hel / s: rdof <- main tag now but older posts are under red and hel
• • • Main Cast
ROSMARIN / RED (The Red Death) -> she/her, aro/grayace
HEL (The Oracle) -> he/him, mspec gay & poly
ARDEN (The Hidden Prince) -> he/him, straight (?)
IOLE (The Innocent) -> she/her
THE WOLF QUEEN (The Scourge) -> any pronouns though people tend to use feminine due to being the "Queen"
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hermitcraftkinfessions · 1 year ago
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sometimes listening to playlists about yourself is like. who the fuck are you even talking about. and sometimes its like. h. how did you know that
-a red king named pom [3L+]
yeaaa that happens. we haven’t really looked at any playlists for us but boy do we sure love making our own playlists
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angelxarii · 2 months ago
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18+ {ITOSHI SAE}
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If Itoshi Sae wanted something, he wouldn't ask you for it, he would take it without uttering a single word, which never ceases to startle you.
Sae had some pent up frustration from earlier today and the day before and how would he get rid of it? Obviously by letting it out on his beautiful girlfriend.
It's always unexpected and catches you off guard since sae isn't the one to ask for things like sex. So imagine the shock on your face when you hear your bedroom door slam and for sae to crawl on top of you and slam his lips down onto yours. His hand playing with your tits through your shirt and the other one moving up your thighs to grip your ass.
"S-sae!? What the hel-"
"Strip. I don't wanna repeat myself"
Not even a second after stripping, he'd have on your stomach, ass up and your face shoved into the pillow. Gripping the back of your neck tightly and holding your hips with his other hand. The raw strength of his thrusts alone had you crumbling beneath him.
You couldn't help but scream his name even though the sound was muffled by the pillow.
"Such a fucking whore, look at the way you scream my name."
"You're making such a big mess. This is your second time cumming. Is my cock that good, huh?"
"Are you mute? I asked you something didn't I? God. look at how you've gone dumb on my cock"
"Fuck.. your ass is so perfect, just looking at it gets me hard"
Sae wouldn't care if his cock is too big or if he's hurting you. He would run a hand down your spine and slap your ass, watching it turn red.
He would definitely fuck you dumb on his cock, till you're literally speechless and all you can do is moan his name. Sae can go for hours on end but it's no surprise considering he's an athlete and all.
But after he's calmed down, he would definitely cuddle you and let you fall asleep in his arms. Your boyfriend just needed an outlet to let out his frustration but he would never willingly hurt you.
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pzonnie · 1 year ago
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a lil party
you had went out with your best friend Sasha since it was her birthday and she wanted the both of you to go out together and have some fun
you both ended up finding this random party hearing lots about it from other family and friends and both plan to go.
problem was.. eren said fuck na. “ren baby pleasee we won’t even be out that long c’mon its her birthday.” you begged your boyfriend, eren just looked at you like you was stupid. “you heard what i said.” and that was it… from him.
now what you look like listening to him??? you hit sasha up and let her know what he said, lucky for you the night of the party, he got drops to make. so you told sasha that you both will go as soonnnnnn as he walk out the door.
the night of the party you make sure you look good, you dig out your closet and find a cute black mini skirt, a red aaliyah graphic tee and some red dunks eren bought for you. oh its over
you and sasha do just as planned and make it to the party around 12 am
you and sasha had a fucking ball, you in the middle of all the circles and sasha catching it, took one too many shots and that where you end up where you at now
drunk out of your mind you and sasha sit at a booth yapping about only god knows what, you freeze when you feel your phone vibrate. youn touch that shit either you just sit there, ready to piss yourself.
you look at your call log and see you accidentally butt dialed eren. “oh fuck sasha.” “you gotta be fucking me” you and sasha hustle like yall playing football bumping into people trying make a touchdown (that fucking door)
you were really in no state to drive but luckily you and erens apartment isnt too far so you could take the backroads and avoid the highway (and the cops) you bid your goodbyes to sasha quickly and apologize for ruining her night (she said it was ok multiple times)
as youre driving home your phone is blowing the fuck up, texts, calls, all from eren. you answer one call “hel-“
“where the fuck you at y/n?” oh he’s pissed… you’re finished. you hear his engine in the background knowing he’s on his way to the party. you cant go out like this. “i-i went out for a second eren.” you sound sloppy as fuck panic fills your gut “where are you y/n” his engine only going faster and his tone getting deeper. you say nothing pulling into the parking lot of the apartment, quickly turning off the car and running inside. “eren-“ he hangs up.
you quickly take off your clothes changing into one of his hoodies and a random pair of underwear. as soon as you plop you hear your front door open and slam shut. you freeze. all that comfort you felt for that split second. gone
eren walks in the room eyes low, hair in a bun, looking dead at you. the wall look so good right about now
“you got 5 seconds to start explaining yourself lil girl.” he start walking towards you taking his jacket off.
“look i was with sasha and i know you told me not to go but eren it was her birthday and she really wanted me to go with her…” he takes his shirt off and stands at the end of your shared bed. “so… sneaking out the answer? that what we doing fr y/n?” he pulls your legs pulling your body down to him. “eren! ‘m sorry.” he kisses you, tongue tustling with yours, you grab the back of his neck guiding him in too of you, deepening the kiss.
he pulls away just a little “if you want me to forgive you, just shut that shit up and do what i say.” he starts sliding his hands through your panties and rub his palm up and down your slit “you wet as shit ma… you missed me while you was having your fun? hm?” his fingers start slowly rubbing your clit. you moan looking in his eyes “eren im sorry, m’… sorry” he slips his middle and index finger inside of you, pace switching up fast, you jump at the pleasure “fuck! s’ too much” you try and push his hand away but he wasnt having that.
“what i say? c’mon ma give it ta me.” you mouth opens slightly letting out the most slutty moans, he scoffs at you, “this loud and i aint even stick my dick in you yet.” you cum at his words, he feels you clenching damn near pushing him out.
“all fours f’me.” he demans tone deep
you turn yourself around for him arching your back just the way he likes it, he rubs on your ass before slapping it leaving a deep red handprint on you skin, you jump leaning away from him. “where you going bring that ass back mama.” he pulls you back by your hips. you hear him unzip his pants and throw them somewhere around yall room. he slids his tip up and down your slit before gliding his dick inside you.
you grip harshly to the sheets as he pounds into you. “ngh! shit baby… slow go slow! i can-t” you reach yours hands back and try and push him off “mhm..” he grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back with one of his hands. his other hand pulling your hips to meet his. “eren pleaseee.” his strokes slow down but remain deep. he pulls you up by your neck, your head meets his chest. “youn listen this what you need. who pussy this is?”
he feels so fucking good inside you he really do belong in there “yours pa please im sorryyy.. fuck!” you feel your high coming and eren starts moving faster again “ you sayin’ sorry cause you mean it? or you saying it because this dick?” he asks letting your neck go letting your top half fall back onto the bed. you shake your head “mh mh baby im sorry for reall i aint mean ta..ta break your trust daddy forgive-me, mmmm im finna..” your mouth falls open as you cum on your boyfriends dick that white ring forming around his base as he finishes inside you.
your legs fall weak as you lay on the bed worn out. eren gets a warm wash cloth from your bathroom and cleans you off “you know thats all i wanted to hear…” he says laying next to you. you turn around and rub on his chest scooting yourself closer to him. “im really sorry ren… i shoulda really thought ‘bout what i was doin.” he grins a little, he know damn well he cant stay mad at his girl… “can you cook tomorrow, you should make it up f’me a. lil more.” you laugh at him.
“yeah i got you ren.”
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theyluvivi · 2 days ago
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OVER THAT, OR TRYING TO BE. client!chris.
warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: angst. a shit ton.
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You're smart.
You have the brain and the grades to prove it... just whatever has been in the air these past two weeks is making you feel like you're the stupidest person on earth. You don't do guys, hookups, or relationships, period for that matter. Yet here you are, sobbing hysterically into your pillow over a guy you barely know.
That's the most embarrassing part about this whole thing. You've talked at most five times, and now tears are pouring down your cheeks, and you can barely breathe.
You've tried to act like you don't care, tried open your laptop and the many assignments that are that stacking up but you can't—Every moment you don't spend thinking about him just brings you back to him. The way he looked at you, his hands on you, the way he talked to you. Nothing works or helps.
Happy music doesn't help. Weed is a temporary fix. Eating takes too much energy—And god forbid you talk to your friends about this. They warned you about him, how he makes girls fall for him and leaves them like they're nothing, but you still kissed him like it was your honeymoon.
Chris didn't leave you like you were nothing. He was nice about it, which is what makes it hurt more. You clutch at your chest, god it feels like you're fucking dying.
The only person you've told is Matt, because you physically can't tell anyone else. And for someone who plays with people's feelings, he accepted yours with open arms.
"....s' not your fault, y'know? The heart wants what it wants....and all that stuff." You let out a sad giggle. "Yeah, but it's definitely not happening, and I've heard how he is to girls, so I shouldn't even try to make it happen." You sniffle and rub at your eyes. "Kid..." He searches for anything in his thoughts to make you feel better but can't find anything. He knows how Chris is.
"Cmere." He opens his arms, far and wide for you. You don't get Matt hugs often, so immediately run into his arms. "You'll get through this... you're strong." You can tell he doesn't what he's saying, but you appreciate the effort. You nuzzle into his chest. "Thank you, Matt."
You haven't taken your shirt off since then, hoping the reminder of Matt's hug will help you calm down. It hasn't, but you can still hope.
Even over your loud cries, you can hear someone knocking at the door. You're not selling... unless it's to friends. You sit up slowly, trying to avoid upsetting the pounding headache you have already from crying even more. You run your hands through your hair. If it's a friend, they would've at least texted you so then....
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
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Matt knows you're not anyway near in a suitable condition to see Chris, and he still sent him over. You bury your face in your hands as the knocking persists. You haven't looked in the mirror in days, and your eyes are probably all red and puffy... why couldn't he have come earlier when you were acting like you didn't care?
You let a soft breath, trying to breathe normally after all the hyperventilating you've been doing. You finally get up from your bed and head to the door. Pretend you don't care, pretend you don't care, pretend you don't care—Is what you repeat to yourself as you twist the knob.
You crack the door open. "M' not selling." Chris tilts his head. "Thought we got over this whole you hating me thing?" He smirks, "I also just saw Quen walking out of here."
You huff, opening the door. "Come in." You're doing better than you thought. You thought you'd see him and immediately crumble to the floor. Chris takes in your colorful apartment as you close the door behind him. "What?"
"Looks like a unicorn threw up in here." You narrow your eyes at him. " 'S a compliment...it's so... you." Your heart jumps. "I live here." You sigh, rolling your eyes. "What do you need?"
"What I always need." You don't miss the way he steps closer to you. You feel bile rising in your throat. "Can't sleep again. I need one of your fairy joints to help me." You groan. He knows it pisses you off when you he calls them that. "Quen bought the last one, sit." You gesture to the couch, "No tour?"
You scoff. "You're lucky I even let you in."
Chris is like a toddler. He refused to leave you alone, in the comfort of your own room for five minutes, so you're sitting across from him on the couch as you roll him what he apparently came for.
You're finding it harder and harder to believe that he's staring you down like you're a piece of steak, and he's starving. His hand creeps up your thigh. You want to let him get away with it, "Chris?"
"Yeah?" You finally finish rolling, your acrylics giving you a break. "You didn't just come here for this, did you?" You wave the joint in his face, a smile finding its way onto your face for the first time in days. It's a sad one.
"You sayin' something?" He smirks, you begin to crawl towards him after the placing the joint behind your ear. "And if I am?" He pulls you into his lap, and you missed that, dearly. The feeling of his hands roaming over your body. You can feel tears beginning to weal up in your eyes. This is the most pathetic you've ever felt.
It's terrible. He's terrible.. But you want it, so bad. "Mhn...then you're right." And his lips are on yours, and you expect to be rough—you want it to be rough, but it's slow and sensual just the way you need. Tears trickle down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away before Chris opens his eyes.
His hands find their way under your shirt, slipping up to the clip of your bra. "You want this?" He asks, and you nod immediately.
It's okay if he sees you as nothing more than a quick fuck, if he doesn't care about you and only wants you for weed, if he doesn't want a relationship and just needs another girl to run to. You need this.
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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi
a/n: .... :(
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bomber-grl · 11 months ago
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Touch Starved
Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader
Summary: you’re rarely the touchy type but when you get into a fight with your parents you leave home. The only person on your mind is Hiro so you drop by his house in hopes of comfort.
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They were so stupid. Obviously you felt even more strongly about your parents at the moment but that’s what automatically came to mind.
They just don’t understand and sure you’re acting like an angsty misunderstood teenager but that’s exactly what’s happening. Whatever, they’re the reason their teen kid is walking out at night.
Well, regardless of what you thought you were brought out of your head. You were now in front of hiros window, the window that you’d try and climb and hope to not get caught doing so.
Luckily for you, you brought along some gadget you invented while at SFIT so with some A LOT of effort you managed to make it through his window.
Ok, step 1 complete.
….
That’s all you got, you hadn’t planned ahead and now you were standing in the middle of Hiros bedroom luckily without causing any sort of racket What a lie
Well because of how in your own head you were you completely tuned out the footsteps walking towards the door. Aaaaand now you’re face to face with Hiro..
“Uhh hi?” He says a bit awkwardly, he’d been taking a shower if the towel around his neck and wet hair was anything to go by.
He steps out of the door frame and into the room. He’s staring at you…
Huh??? Hes staring at you
“So? Why’re you here” you can practically hear his smile through his tone.
“Oh! Well uh… I just wanted to hang out” that’s all you said, he immediately got it and stepped closer, a little too close.
“Kay, want to play games or something?” He asked nonchalantly, and of course you answered-
“Sure”
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It had been fun, you and hiro were laughing until it hurt if the ridiculous drawings of each other were anything to go off of.
Half way through your little hang out Cass might have heard the commotion as she popped in and offered some sweet snacks, luckily not suspecting anything.
Now? It was quiet, you both calmed down and you were sitting on his bed and he was standing.
“So uhh, what’s been up with you?” He asks obviously stepping on egg shells around you.
“Huh?” You perk up “what’re you talking about?” You really didn’t know.
He laughs awkwardly “don’t think I haven’t noticed your weird behavior.”
You cleared you throat but hiro interjected “look I-“
Suddenly hiro back was against the wall and despite almost tripping over Baymaxs charge box-thing he managed to hold onto you, you were hugging him.
What you did didnt sink in until you felt his hands reach around you.
Suddenly you became hyper aware, he was breathing close to your neck, his hair was tickling your cheek and most of all? You could feel his heart pounding against yours, and to say it rivaled it wasn’t exactly an understatement.
You held him back of course, your face hid away in his neck and after a moment of stiffness hiro relaxed once more.
You thought you were being silly for reacting this way, but hiro? He was just as much head over heels for you as you were for him.
His face was bright red and all he could hope was for you not to notice, he really couldn’t handle any teasing after this.
Then you let go and backed away. Seeing your face was much more reassuring for him.
It was silent until you both spoke
“I-“hey” you glanced from the floor to him in an instant
“Sorry- “you can go first”, you guys spoke at the same time, again..
You spoke up once and for all “you speak first, please do..” the last part was said in your head but who’s to say otherwise?
“Uh, what’s really up with you?” He breathed in and then out “you can tell me, and if you don’t want to? Well that’s ok.”
The last feelings of conflict left you and you finally told hiro about the big fight with your insufferable parents- albeit in a bunch of jumbled words.
He smiled obviously trying to hide it and when he asked why you hugged him? You told him that you just wanted to be held…
WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT??-
“Oh..” hiros face went ablaze and was now covered in a darker shade of red. Atleast now he couldn’t tease or say anything sarcastic-
He spoke again “then I’m assuming you’re sleeping here?”
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And boy was he right, now you’re here laying in his bed while he brushes his teeth.
Luckily Cass had a spare and he let you use the restroom before him.
Now you were laying here in suspense, your heart was practically pounding in your chest and you were filled with all kinds of nervous energy.
The door creaked open and in popped in hiros head, then followed by him as a whole.
He stood around the bed for a second, very obviously hesitating. Then he went all in and laid down
He was faced away from you but once you reached out to touch his neck it was hot to the touch.
“U-uHm” his voice cracked “you want to talk about it any more?”
He was going for the normal approach
“No, just… hold me, ok?” You really didn’t know how to respond, was it even possible to say this in a relatively normal way? You rlly don’t think so.
He flushed again then opened his arms. You joined to lay in them and despite the constant pounding of a heart you couldn’t decide was his or yours; you enjoyed it.
It was nice to finally be able to be affectionate with someone.
The next morning rolled around and the two of you got ready and headed down.
You two were met with a delicious looking breakfast and cass may have picked up on the energy between you two because she asked
That morning you witnessed your boyfriend hiro having the Heimlich maneuver performed on him by no other than his own aunt.
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For those who can’t read between the lines, the last paragraph is basically saying that since hiro and reader were already having tension from the events of last night, cass brought it up and startled hiro- catching him off guard. Prompting him to choke on his food)
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sherewrytes · 23 days ago
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𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤, ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 9
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↳ Sukuna x f! black reader
Summary: After the death of his grandfather, Sukuna Ryomen is left to shoulder the weight of his family, caring for his younger brothers, Yuuji and Choso. As he withdraws into grief, his relationship with Y/N, his girlfriend of a year, begins to crumble. When Y/N discovers the truth about his grandfather’s passing during a heated argument, it leads to a painful breakup. Now, both are navigating life apart, but Sukuna’s heart aches for Y/N. Determined to win her back, he must confront his pain and find a way to break through the walls he’s built. Can he rekindle their love, or is it too late?
contents: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, smut, dark romance, drug use, talks of depression and similar topics. (a lil )
fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, serious drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.
Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.
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Chapter 9: Death or Rebirth
I woke up in the hospital again. The sterile scent of antiseptic and faint beeping of machines told me where I was before I even opened my eyes. When I did, the first thing I saw was Yuuji sitting in the chair beside me. His head was bowed, shoulders slumped in a way that made him look so small—so broken—that my heart squeezed painfully in my chest.
I blinked hard, hoping I’d imagined him, and closed my eyes again, willing myself back to darkness.
The reprieve didn’t last long.
The door swung open, and I heard heavy footsteps—one set deliberate, the other storming with anger. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Toji. I could practically feel the heat of his glare, his frustration filling the room like smoke. Satoru followed close behind, quieter, but I knew he was watching too.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Toji’s voice hit like a hammer, sharp and unrelenting. “This is twice now. Twice in barely two weeks. What are you trying to do, kill yourself?”
It was like the words tore something open inside me. Before I knew it, I was shouting back, my voice raw. “What if I am?” the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice was raw, rough from everything I’d been bottling up. I didn’t care that he was pissed. Hell, I didn’t care about anything anymore.
The room went dead silent. I could feel the eyes on me—Yuuji, Satoru, Toji. They were all waiting for something. Waiting for me to break, to explain myself. But I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction.
Toji stepped forward, his face hard and unforgiving. “You’re not fucking with me like this, Sukuna. I get it, you’re in pain. We all are. But this—” he gestured around the room, his eyes burning with anger and something else, something softer that I wasn’t sure I wanted to see. “This isn’t the way to handle it. You’re hurting everyone around you, but especially Yuuji. You don’t get to keep doing this to him.”
I glanced at Yuuji, his face a mask of exhaustion and worry. His eyes were red, his posture slumped. 
He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve me.
But still, I couldn’t stop myself. The words came tumbling out like a dam breaking, uncontrollable and sharp.
“Maybe I don’t deserve anything, Toji. Maybe I don’t deserve him or any of you,” I muttered bitterly, turning away from them. “I’m just tired of everything. Tired of pretending.”
Satoru spoke up, his voice softer than usual, almost like he was trying to tiptoe around me. “We’re not asking you to pretend, Sukuna. We’re asking you to let us help. But you have to want it first.”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “Help? You think you can fix me? You can’t fix this, Satoru. No one can.”
“You’re right,” Toji cut in. “We can’t fix it for you. But we can help you get the fucking help you need.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. There was no escaping them. No escaping the reality of what I had to face.
I closed my eyes, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My mind was swirling, a chaotic mess of guilt, regret, and anger. But underneath it all was something else. Something softer. A flicker of hope.
A hope I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. “I don’t know how to fix myself.”
“You don’t have to do it alone,” Satoru said, his voice steady and reassuring.
I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the fear—the deep, gnawing fear that I was beyond saving—was louder than anything else.
“I don’t know if I can let anyone in again,” I muttered, my voice breaking. “Not after everything I’ve done. Not after what I’ve lost.”
Toji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t have to be perfect, Sukuna. Hell, none of us are. But you gotta stop running from it. From the people who care about you.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt stuck in my throat.
Yuuji finally spoke, his voice small but steady. “I just want you to be okay, Sukuna. We all do.”
His words hit me harder than anything else. I wanted to lash out, to say something cutting and cruel. But I couldn’t. Not this time.
I didn’t have the strength to keep pushing everyone away anymore.
I shot up off the bed, my heart racing, the anger and fear bubbling to the surface. "I'm not going," I spat, voice shaky but defiant. I wasn’t about to let them control me. Not again.
Satoru’s eyes narrowed, his patience thinning. "Don't do this, Sukuna," he warned, stepping forward, his voice steady but carrying the weight of an unspoken truth. "It's gonna make shit worse if you keep this up."
I took a step back, my chest tightening, the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing over me. 
I can’t go. 
The idea of being locked away, stripped of my choices, made my skin crawl. "I said no. I don't need any of that shit."
Toji, who had been standing in the corner, arms crossed and eyes focused, now moved closer. His voice was low, but the authority in it made me stiffen. "You need help, whether you like it or not. You’re pushing everyone away, and it’s not gonna end well if you keep doing this."
"I don't care," I muttered, my hands trembling as I balled them into fists. "I don’t care what any of you think. Just leave me alone."
Satoru’s eyes softened, but his tone was firm. "You're not okay, and you're not handling this alone. You need help, even if you don't want it. We're doing this for you, not to you."
I was shaking now, not from the cold or the exhaustion, but from the weight of the truth they were forcing on me. My mind was a blur of thoughts, and the words felt like they were tearing me apart.
I locked eyes with Toji. "You think I want this? You think I want to be like this?!" The words spilled out before I could stop them. "I hate it. I hate everything about myself right now, but I'm not going to some fucking psych ward."
Toji didn’t back down. "Then what the hell do you think you're doing? You’re just running, hiding from it all."
I turned away, unable to look at him anymore. "I'm not running," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I just... I don’t know how to face it. How to face all of this."
Satoru stepped in closer, his voice quiet but insistent. "We don't have to force you, Sukuna. But we will take you there if it means you'll get better."
I closed my eyes, swallowing hard. I wanted to scream, to fight, to push them all away. But there was something deeper—something broken inside me—that knew they were right.
I didn’t have a choice, not really.
I stared at them, my mind a mess of anger and fear, the words I wanted to say, the words I needed to say, stuck in my throat. My fists clenched at my sides, the tension building as I looked at Satoru, Toji, and now Geto, who had just strolled in. The weight of their gazes felt suffocating.
I wanted to scream at them, tell them to leave me the hell alone, but my voice was low, barely a whisper. "I'm not some head fuck, man," I muttered, my eyes flicking to the floor. "I’m..." I trailed off, unable to finish.
Geto’s voice cut through the silence. "You’re an addict with mental health problems, Sukuna. You need help. You know this."
I shot him a look, feeling my insides twist. 
Of course they would say that. 
They were all on the same page, ganging up on me. They didn’t know. They didn’t get it.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but all that came out was a pained laugh. "I’d rather join Jin than do that," I said, the words slipping from my mouth before I could stop them. The thought hung in the air, dark and suffocating. The weight of my brother’s death—the guilt that had eaten me alive ever since—made it feel like the only way out.
The room went still, the tension thick. I could see the shock on their faces, but I didn’t care. Maybe they’d finally understand me.
Satoru’s voice broke the silence, his tone more forceful now. "You don’t have a choice, Sukuna." He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. "They’ve done up the paperwork. You’re going whether you like it or not."
I felt like the walls were closing in on me. 
This wasn’t my decision anymore. 
They had made it for me. It didn’t matter what I wanted or how much I fought against it—they were forcing me down a path I couldn’t escape from.
I opened my mouth to protest again, but the words died in my throat. I looked at them—their faces filled with concern and frustration—and realized they weren’t trying to control me. They weren’t trying to hurt me. They were trying to save me.
But I didn’t want saving.
 I didn’t want any of this.
I just wanted to be left alone, to disappear into the darkness.
I scanned the room frantically, my mind racing.
 I need to get out of here. 
The walls were closing in, the sterile white room suffocating me, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn’t stand the feeling of being trapped, controlled. I had to leave. Now.
I pushed myself off the bed, my legs shaky but determined. I stumbled toward the door, but before I could get more than a few steps, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. 
Toji.
"Sit down, Sukuna," his voice was low, firm, and I could feel the weight of his hand as he gently but forcefully pushed me back toward the bed. He wasn’t letting me leave. Not like this.
I whipped my head around, my eyes locking with Gojo’s. His usual confident smirk was replaced by something closer to concern—something I wasn’t ready to deal with. He stood beside Toji, blocking my escape, both of them creating an impenetrable wall.
Yuuji was still in the corner of the room, staring at me. His face was a mix of disbelief and hurt, and I could see the silent question in his eyes. 
Why are you doing this, Sukuna?
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. I wasn’t doing this for anyone else. I was doing it because I had nothing left.
“Geto,” Yuuji finally spoke, his voice breaking the silence, “What’s going on? What’s happening to him?”
Geto sighed, his tone calm but with an edge I hadn’t heard before. “Yuuji, just step outside for a second. We need to talk.”
Yuuji shook his head, his hands clenched into fists. “I’m not going anywhere. He’s my brother. I’m not leaving him like this.”
A nurse walked into the room at that moment, sensing the tension. She glanced from Toji and Gojo to Geto and Yuuji, clearly trying to assess the situation. Her eyes flicked to me, and her face softened in sympathy, but there was something in her gaze that made me feel like a caged animal. “Is everything alright in here?” she asked, her voice tentative.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t.
The room felt like it was spinning, the lights blurring at the edges of my vision. I wanted to scream, to push everyone away. I wanted them to leave me alone. 
Just let me go.
Toji’s voice broke through the haze. “Get the staff to check on him. We need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
I looked up at him, my vision blurring once again. “I’m fine,” I muttered, though I knew I wasn’t. I wasn’t fine. I hadn’t been fine in months.
Gojo took a step forward, his eyes narrowed, though the concern was still there. “Sukuna… Don’t do this. You know they’re just trying to help you.”
But it didn’t feel like help. It felt like a trap. A cage.
I looked around the room again, my mind screaming for a way out. But there was no escape. Not now. Not here.
I stood there frozen, my chest tight, heart pounding in my ears.
 I need to get out. 
Every part of me screamed to run, but I couldn’t even move my legs. It was like they were chained to the floor, heavy, useless.
The nurse, who had stepped back to give some space, looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, but it wasn’t the kind of sympathy I wanted.
 I didn’t want anyone’s pity.
 I wanted to be left the hell alone.
Gojo stepped closer, his gaze firm but tinged with something softer beneath the surface. "Sukuna... don’t make this harder than it has to be," he said, his voice steady, though I could tell he was trying to keep his own frustration in check. I could feel the tension radiating off of him and Toji, both of them not budging an inch. The walls were closing in. There was no way out.
I finally broke my silence, my voice rough, like it was being dragged out of me. "You don’t get it," I spat. “I don’t need your fucking help. I need to get out. I don’t belong here.”
Gojo’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t back off. "Yeah, well, we’ve all been there. But that’s not what’s happening now, Sukuna." He shot a glance at Toji, who was still silently standing guard, his arms crossed, a sharp look in his eyes. "You don’t get a say in this. You’re going to the psych ward."
My chest tightened further at the words.
 Psych ward. 
The idea of being stuck in there, being forced to confront all this… pain, this guilt, this fucking endless spiral of shit—it made my stomach churn. The walls of the room seemed to get even tighter, the air thinner.
“No.” I gritted out, voice low and trembling with anger. “I won’t go.”
Toji’s hand landed on my shoulder again, the pressure grounding but suffocating at the same time. "You’re not in a position to make demands right now, Sukuna," he said, his voice surprisingly calm, but the weight of his words hit me like a punch in the gut.
I tried to jerk away from him, but my body betrayed me. My muscles were too weak, too drained. 
I couldn’t fight back anymore.
Yuuji stepped forward, his voice breaking through the tension in the room. “Please, Sukuna,” his eyes were filled with raw emotion. "I don’t want to lose you. You’ve gotta let us help you.”
I looked at him, and it felt like a knife was twisting in my chest. Yuuji was my brother—he had every right to be angry, to be upset. But I couldn’t handle his concern, his desperate need for me to be something I couldn’t be. Something I didn’t know how to be anymore.
He doesn’t understand.
"I don’t need your help, Yuuji," I muttered, the words tasting bitter as they left my mouth. "I’m just a fucking mess. I’m not who you think I am."
Yuuji flinched like I’d slapped him, and I immediately regretted saying it. But it was too late. The damage was done.
Toji’s voice broke the silence again, more forceful this time. “You need to face the truth, Sukuna. You’ve been running from it for too long. All of us have seen it. We’re not going to let you destroy yourself anymore. Not like this.”
I stared at Toji, fury mixing with a deep, hollow emptiness inside me. “And what if I don’t want to be saved, huh? What if I don’t give a shit anymore?”
The silence that followed was suffocating. I could see it in their eyes. They were worried. They were angry. But most of all, they were disappointed. And I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t bear the idea of letting them down.
I turned my back to them, stepping toward the far side of the room, a tear slipping from my eye that I didn’t even realize had fallen.
 I had no place to go.
 I didn’t know what I was even fighting for anymore.
Kenjaku’s voice came then, steady and calm, the kind of tone that always felt like he was looking at me like I was some puzzle he hadn’t figured out yet. "You’re going, Sukuna. It’s not up for discussion. Do you think this is some kind of joke?"
I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breath, trying to stop the world from spinning. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to face this. I didn’t want to be seen.
 But they weren’t leaving me any choice.
“I’m not going to make it out of this,” I muttered, almost to myself. “I can’t.”
But no one heard me. They were already planning, already moving in to take control of my life. And I hated it. I hated feeling this powerless.
I couldn’t run. I couldn’t hide anymore.
“I swear, if you force this on me, I’ll make it my mission to be worse off,” I spat, my voice shaking with equal parts defiance and exhaustion. The words echoed in the room like a dare, and for a moment, no one said anything.
I didn’t even see Choso walk in.
The first thing I felt was his fist slamming into my face, my head snapping to the side from the force of it. Pain exploded across my cheek, and before I could process it, another hit followed, sharper, harder.
“You’re so determined to kill yourself? Then do it, Sukuna!” Choso’s voice roared, loud enough to drown out the sound of blood rushing in my ears. His breath was ragged, his face twisted in fury.
The pain from Choso’s fist hitting my face was sharp, but it was almost a relief. It snapped me out of the haze I’d been sinking into. I staggered back, feeling the sting of the impact across my cheek. My head throbbed, and for a moment, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. But his words, those cut deeper than any punch ever could.
“You’re worthless. You don’t mean shit.”
It was like the truth was slapping me in the face over and over again, and for the first time in weeks, I let myself feel it. 
Finally, someone who understands.
I stood there, dazed, not sure how to react. I was pissed, but part of me felt... liberated by the anger Choso had thrown at me. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was beyond saving. Maybe all this fucking pain and guilt I kept drowning myself in... was deserved.
Was I really just wasting everyone’s time?
I looked at Choso, who was standing there, his fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with the emotion that mirrored mine. There was something cold and final in his gaze, a kind of resignation I couldn’t ignore.
"You think you’re the only one hurting?" Choso’s voice was low, but there was a tremor in it, like he was holding back more than just anger. "You think you’re the only one who’s lost someone? You’re not. But you’re fucking pathetic if you think you’re the only one with a reason to fall apart."
His words hit harder than the punch, and for a second, it felt like I was being gutted. He was right. Everyone was hurting—Yuuji, Choso, all of them. And here I was, selfishly drowning in my own misery, shutting them out.
But then, something twisted in my gut.
 I didn’t care.
I couldn’t care about their pain when I didn’t even know how to handle my own anymore. Why should I fix myself for them?
"You don’t get it," I spat, trying to steady myself, but my legs were shaky, and my head was still reeling from the blow. "You think I give a shit about any of that? I don’t. I’m done pretending."
Choso took a step closer, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper. “Then do it. End it. I won’t stop you. But don’t expect anyone to fucking care when you do.”
The words hit hard—harder than they should’ve, because they forced me to think about everything.
 What if I really did end it?
 What would they think? What would Yuuji think? What about... Y/N?
Would she be better off without me?
The thought lingered, and I felt a hollow pit open up in my chest. The anger that had surged through me now dulled, leaving a cold emptiness behind.
I wanted to fight back. I wanted to snap at Choso, to tell him he was wrong, that he didn’t understand. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 
Because a part of me knew he was right.
 I was at the edge, and I didn’t even know if I wanted to step back.
Toji, Gojo, and Kenjaku stayed silent for a moment, watching the exchange unfold. It was clear they didn’t want to get involved in this—this raw, ugly part of me that I tried so hard to hide from them. I wanted to break, wanted to shatter in front of them, but I couldn’t.
"You’re gonna regret this," I muttered, feeling the familiar spiral of helplessness and anger closing in again. "All of you. You’re gonna regret trying to save me."
Choso just stood there, his eyes unwavering, like he was daring me to push him away. "I don’t give a shit if you regret it or not, Sukuna," he said, voice cold. "But know this: you’ll never be free if you keep running from everything, including yourself."
The room was quiet for a moment as those words hung in the air, heavy with truth. I wanted to scream, to shout that I didn’t need this shit, didn’t need any of them. But instead, I stood there, frozen, caught between the desire to escape and the reality that I didn’t know how to anymore.
It was like I was being torn apart, each side of me pulling in a different direction. One part of me wanted to run, to escape the people who cared too much, who expected too much. And the other part… the other part just wanted to be understood, to finally let go of the pain that had been eating at me for so long.
Maybe I was just too broken to be fixed.
Choso’s words echoed in my mind, and as much as I hated to admit it, they stuck with me. I couldn’t keep running.
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The cold, sterile walls of the psych ward felt like they were closing in on me.
 Two weeks. 
Two weeks of confinement. Two weeks of therapy sessions that felt more like forced interrogations than healing.
I sat in the same shitty chair, staring at the therapist in front of me, who was droning on about my "emotions" and "coping mechanisms" like I actually gave a damn. Her voice was just background noise, blending into the constant ringing in my ears. The withdrawal symptoms were unbearable—my skin felt too tight, my stomach twisted into knots, and the restless energy in my veins made it impossible to sit still for long.
"You’ve been here for 24 hours, Sukuna," she said, tapping her pen against her notepad. "How are you feeling?"
How the fuck do you think I feel?
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my composure, but the sharp ache in my chest threatened to spill over. "I feel like shit," I muttered, shifting in my seat, wishing for a fucking cigarette. Anything to take the edge off.
She didn’t flinch. “What’s bothering you the most right now?”
Everything.
 The question was almost laughable. The cravings, the guilt, the loneliness... the constant feeling of being trapped in my own mind. But I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of knowing all that.
“I just wanna go,” I said, my voice low, desperate. “I need to get out of here.”
She scribbled something on her notepad, her expression neutral. “I understand that this is difficult, but you’re here for your own safety, Sukuna. You’ve made it clear that you’ve been struggling with self-destructive behavior and substance abuse. We need to work through that.”
I rolled my eyes, though my hands were trembling slightly, betraying me. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this shit before.”
The therapist leaned forward, her voice soft but firm. “Have you been feeling any suicidal thoughts since you arrived here?”
The question hit like a punch to the gut, the reminder of how far I’d fallen in such a short time. 
Am I still suicidal? 
I didn’t know anymore. The numbness in my chest made it hard to feel anything at all, but the constant pull to just give in, to end it all, never fully left.
“I don’t know,” I finally muttered, trying to avoid her gaze. “Maybe. I just wanna get out.”
Her silence was suffocating, as though she was trying to read into every word, every movement. “I know it’s tough right now,” she said, breaking the stillness. “But the important thing is that you’re here. You’re taking the first step toward getting better.”
Better?
 The thought was almost laughable. Could I ever really get better?
I didn’t respond. Instead, I looked at the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds until this session would finally be over.
 Two weeks. I can’t do two weeks.
Just as the session was about to end, I leaned forward, my voice almost pleading. “Listen, I don’t need therapy, I just need to get out. I don’t belong here.”
The therapist didn’t even flinch. She stood, signaling the end of the session. “I think we’re done for today. We’ll talk more tomorrow. And remember, Sukuna, you’re not alone in this. You don’t have to do it all by yourself.”
I could feel the anger bubbling inside me again, but I swallowed it down. 
I don’t need help.
 I didn’t care what they thought or what they were trying to force on me. I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t some broken kid looking for someone to fix him.
As I walked out of the room, I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. The staff, the patients—everyone in this goddamn place. But it didn’t matter.
 I’m not staying here.
I was already planning my escape.
I walked into the common area, the sterile, off-white walls feeling like they were closing in on me with every step. The soft hum of fluorescent lights above, the distant murmurs of people talking, the occasional clink of something being set down—it all felt so... lifeless.
I could see a few patients scattered around the room, some playing cards, others half-heartedly flipping through magazines. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the faint scent of sweat from someone who had probably been in this place too long. I hated it here. Everything about it. But I had no choice. Not yet.
I could head over to the piano in the corner, its dark wood calling to me with a promise of something familiar, something I could lose myself in. But the idea of sitting there, forcing my fingers to move across the keys in some mechanical way—it didn't feel right. The music wasn't a relief anymore, just another reminder of everything I used to enjoy before I fucked it all up.
I glanced at the group of people in the corner, playing cards. There was an older man who looked like he’d seen better days, a young woman with wild eyes who kept glancing at the clock, and a guy who looked like he had just crawled out of a hole—scruffy, disheveled, probably on something.
Do I really want to talk to them?
The answer was simple. No, I didn’t care about their stories, their issues. I was here because I had to be, not because I wanted to make friends with anyone who couldn’t get their shit together either. They all seemed like they were here for their own reasons, their own battles. And that’s all they were to me—battles. I didn’t need more.
Instead, I leaned against the wall and folded my arms, staring out the window at the dull, overcast sky. It felt like everything was bleeding together, just a blur of nothingness. I was just another fuck-up, stuck in the same cycle, same pain.
I was still trying to figure out how I ended up here, why the hell I had to be the one to go through this.
Then, I heard the shuffle of footsteps behind me. 
Fuck.
I didn’t need anyone talking to me right now. I didn’t want to deal with anyone, least of all some well-meaning idiot who thought they could help me. But when I turned around, I saw her.
It was Y/N. Her presence hit me like a punch to the chest.
She didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, her gaze locked on me. The last time I saw her... well, it wasn’t good.
What the hell was she doing here?
I swallowed hard, the dryness in my throat making it even harder to breathe. She looked the same, just as beautiful as always, but there was something in her eyes—something that made it impossible for me to hide from the weight of everything I had done.
"You're here..." I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N stood there for a moment, her eyes searching mine, like she was trying to figure out whether I was even worth talking to. I couldn’t blame her—who in their right mind would want to deal with someone like me?
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, her gaze dropped to the floor, and I could see the hesitation in her posture. She was torn between walking away and facing the wreck that I had become. I didn’t deserve her attention, not now, not after everything. I could feel myself spiraling again, that familiar pull to shut everything down, to turn it all off.
But then she spoke.
"I came to see how you're doing." Her voice was quiet, soft, almost like she was afraid of what she'd find. "I heard about what happened... after you left."
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the way her words hit me. She didn’t get it. 
No one gets it.
"You shouldn't have come," I muttered, shaking my head. "You should be anywhere but here, Y/N. I’m a fucking mess, and you don't need to be around for any of this."
She took a step closer, her expression unwavering, like she didn’t believe a single word I was saying. "I’m here because... because I care," she said, each word laced with a kind of tenderness I didn’t deserve. "And I think you know that."
Care? 
I almost laughed at the thought. 
How could she care about me when I couldn’t even care about myself?
"Don’t, Y/N. Don’t do this," I said, my voice shaking despite my best effort to sound indifferent. "You can’t save me. No one can. I’m too far gone for that."
She was quiet for a beat, and I could see the conflict in her eyes—the desire to help me, to pull me out of this dark hole I’d dug myself into, and the realization that maybe she was too late. But then she spoke again, this time with more conviction.
"I’m not trying to save you," she said. "I just want you to know that you’re not alone. No matter how fucked up everything is, you don’t have to face it by yourself. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."
I couldn’t breathe. The words hit me harder than anything else had since I’d been locked in this place. I didn’t deserve her loyalty. I didn’t deserve any of this. But here she was, standing in front of me, offering something I wasn’t sure I could accept.
"You don’t have to do this," I said again, my voice almost pleading. "You don’t owe me anything."
She shook her head. "I’m not doing it because I owe you, Sukuna. I’m doing it because... I want to."
There was a long silence between us. The kind of silence that made everything in the room feel impossibly heavy, like the weight of my past was suffocating me. I didn’t know what to say to her. I didn’t know if I could even let myself believe she was serious.
But in that moment, as I stood there, trying to process everything she had just said, I realized something I hadn’t let myself acknowledge before.
Maybe she was the one thing I could hold onto.
But I couldn’t say that. Not yet.
I turned away, rubbing my face with both hands, trying to clear the clouded thoughts in my head. I couldn’t get caught up in this. I couldn’t let her in, not after everything I’d done.
"I don’t know what you want from me," I muttered, my voice barely audible. "But I’m not gonna get better. Not like this. Not here."
She didn’t respond right away, but I could feel her standing there, still watching me. I could almost hear the thoughts racing through her mind, trying to figure out the next move. I didn’t make it easy for her, did I?
"You don’t have to be perfect," she finally said, her voice quiet but steady. "You just have to try. And you have to let people help you. You don’t have to do this alone."
I closed my eyes, fighting the tightness in my chest. My hand gripped the edge of the piano, and I tried to steady myself, not wanting to let the weight of her words drag me under. But it was getting harder to keep pretending that I didn’t care.
She really did care.
And maybe—just maybe—I needed to start caring too.
When I opened my eyes again, she was still there, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
Instead, I looked at her and nodded, though I didn’t say a word. It was all I could do.
Maybe this was the first step. And maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t completely beyond saving.
Y/N’s expression faltered for a brief moment, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She just stared at me, her eyes searching for any sign of weakness, some crack in the armor I was desperately trying to keep up. But I wouldn’t let her see it. Not now.
Her jaw tightened, and for a split second, I thought she might argue. I thought she might try to push through whatever wall I’d just erected. But instead, she nodded slowly, as though my words had made some kind of final sense. 
Maybe she finally realized that I was too far gone.
"I’m not gonna fight you on this, Sukuna," she said quietly. Her voice had lost its softness, the warmth draining out of it as if I had sucked all of it out. "But if you ever change your mind... if you ever stop pushing everyone away..." Her voice cracked slightly, but she cleared her throat, steadying herself. "You know where to find me."
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.
I just watched as she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet of the room.
Good. Let her go.
The moment she left, the weight in my chest didn’t lift. If anything, it grew heavier. But I didn’t want to admit it. I couldn’t.
I’d pushed her away, just like I’d pushed everyone else away. 
But what if I really did need her?
No.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking the thought from my mind. I couldn’t afford to think like that. Not now. Not when everything was falling apart.
Maybe one day I’d wake up and realize I made the wrong choice. But that was a problem for future Sukuna. Right now, I need to get through the day.
I walked over to the piano, my fingers grazing the keys. My body was aching, the withdrawal pulling at me, making every movement feel like it took twice as much effort as it should. But I kept going. I had no other choice.
I couldn’t afford to care. Not about her. Not about anything.
I got up from the piano after a long moment of playing
I needed a smoke, anything to take the edge off. I was approached by this weird chick. I think I know her from high school.
 Selene.
 She strolled up to me with her bubbly ass voice. “I got the plug in here.”  I smiled “ In here people are dealing shit. Wild shit. What you got?” “Whatever you need.” She watched me with a smile. 
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I found myself sitting there in her room, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls, I could feel the rush of anticipation building in me.
 I’d hit rock bottom a thousand times before, but this felt different.
 A part of me told me that I was spiraling deeper, that this wasn’t just a bad habit anymore—it was my new reality. But I didn’t care.
Selenr was sitting on the bed, her hands busy with something I didn’t quite pay attention to. She was talking, but I barely registered the words, too focused on the dull ache in my muscles and the gnawing emptiness inside me that only the thought of drugs could fill. 
She said whatever you need, and I needed something to take the edge off.
I let my fingers drum absently against my thigh, my eyes trained on her as she pulled out the little bag and spread the contents on the table. She looked at me, a smirk on her lips.
"You sure you want to go down this road?" she asked, a playful tone in her voice. But there was a look in her eyes—something knowing, like she could see through the mask I wore every damn day.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. She could see it too—the exhaustion, the desperation, the parts of me that had long given up.
 Selene knew the deal.
 We’d crossed paths before, back in high school. We never really hung out, but I knew her type—dangerous, alluring, and always just a step away from trouble.
She slid me a couple Xanax in front of me, and I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed it, the familiar coolness of the tablet comforting in my hand.
"You should really think about rehab," she said, her voice suddenly serious, cutting through the fog of my thoughts.
I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. "And do what? Sit around and pretend everything’s fine?" My words came out sharp, but the pain underneath them felt deeper than any of the substances I could take. 
What the hell was I supposed to fix?
She didn’t answer. Instead, she just sat there, watching me with those cold eyes, her own hands working to prepare the next dose. There was a tension in the room now, like the air was thick with the weight of everything I was avoiding—everything I had been avoiding for so long.
I popped the pill in my mouth without a second thought, the bitterness lingering in my throat as I swallowed.
For a second, the world stopped spinning.
The tightness in my chest eased, the gnawing anxiety slipping away as the drugs started to work their magic. I leaned back against the bed, letting the wave of relief wash over me. Everything was quieter now. I didn’t feel the need to think. I didn’t feel the need to be anything other than numb.
Selene looked at me, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "There you go," she said softly. "See? It’s not so bad."
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The Xanax was already working its way through my system, leaving a dull haze in its wake.
Maybe I didn’t need to fix anything. Maybe it was easier to stay broken.
As I sat there, fading in and out of lucidity, I thought about Y/N again.
 I shouldn’t have pushed her away. 
But it was too late now, wasn’t it? I didn’t deserve her, not with the mess I’d become.
And yet, that thought lingered—like a whisper in the back of my mind
As I leaned in and kissed Selene, something about it felt off—yet familiar. 
Maybe it was the Xanax, or maybe it was the desperate need to feel something, anything that wasn’t the weight of my own brokenness. 
Her lips were soft, and for a second, everything seemed quieter. The chaos, the guilt, the voices in my head—they all faded into the background, leaving just the feeling of her against me.
She kissed me back, but it wasn’t passionate or full of fire. It was numb, like we were both just going through the motions, seeking solace in something temporary. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same way, if this kiss was just another escape for her too.
I pulled away, breathless, but not from desire. From the haze. The drug was starting to sink deeper into my system, and my head was swirling in a way that made everything seem surreal.
"You're not even here, are you?" Selene whispered, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she could see right through me.
I didn’t answer, just stared at her, barely registering her words. 
What the fuck was I doing?
This wasn’t who I was. Or maybe it was. Maybe the version of me that existed now was just a reflection of my choices. My actions.
I stood up, stepping back from her, trying to shake off the fog that had settled over me. 
I wasn’t supposed to be here, not like this.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice a little softer now, a little more concerned.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I moved towards the door, my legs unsteady as I tried to walk it off. I felt a strange urgency, like I needed to be somewhere, anywhere but here.
I couldn’t stay here with her. Not when I couldn’t even face myself.
I stumbled out into the hallway, leaving Selene behind. The high was starting to wear off, and with it came the reality of what I was running from.
Fuck this shit. Screw everything. I didn’t know how to fix myself.
I trudged back to my room, the sterile walls closing in around me as I stepped inside. The quiet was suffocating, and I hated it. No distractions, no escape, just the sound of my own breath and the distant hum of the building.
I looked around, trying to find something—anything—that could give me some sense of comfort, but all I saw was a bland, lifeless space that mirrored how I felt inside. I threw myself onto the bed, face-first into the pillow, wishing I could just disappear into the fabric, escape from everything that weighed on me.
I didn't even have my phone.
 I hadn't realized until now how much I depended on it for distractions, to avoid the overwhelming silence. There was nothing here but me, my thoughts, and the suffocating guilt.
I tried to push it all away, close my eyes, and force myself to sleep, but the memories came flooding back—the loss of Jin, my grandfather, the people I pushed away, the mistakes I couldn’t undo. I was fucking drowning in it.
I let out a frustrated sigh and buried my face deeper into the pillow. 
Why am I even still here?
Every part of me screamed to leave, to do something, anything, to break free from this place, from the weight of what I’d done to myself. But there was nowhere to run anymore.
The silence of the room pressed in around me, the guilt festering. 
What did I even expect to happen?
I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to go back to the chaos, the distractions, the numbness. Anything to avoid the reality that I was falling apart. But I couldn't. Not yet.
And so, I lay there, feeling the walls close in on me, waiting for whatever came next—whether it was the release of sleep or the crushing weight of everything I'd lost.
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serymn31 · 5 months ago
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soft blood, black bones [excerpt], helaegon dragon-riders fic
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Aegon and Helaena take to the skies on their dragons. Soaring through the clouds, feelings start to ignite.
part of a fic I've kind of lost inspiration to continue but after the Dreamfyre erasure I thought to post it, it could work as a stand-alone.
☾𖤓
A memory
“Go! go!” Aegon screams and laughs, riding on Sunfyre, following Dreamfyre as she zips through the sky, having not flown in years. Helaena holds on for dear life, as her dragon still had no saddle, the strong wind threatening to rip her apart from her dragon but she holds on. It felt so good, knowing that there was only sky around you, the ground thousands of miles down, and having complete trust in your dragon.
Aegon had went inside Dreamfyre’s cavern before sunrise and unchained her, without the knowledge of the dragonkeepers. Dreamfyre merely looked at him curiously, as if sensing his intention. He then went Helaena’s room while she was eating breakfast and slipped her away to the Dragonpit.
“Aegon, I don’t think I’m ready,” she said.
“You can’t always wait for the right moment, Hel, I think she’s ready. She let me unchain her! Let’s go now before they see us, we might not get another chance!” Aegon said, grinning the whole way. Their mother was getting pretty strict with Helaena nowadays, and she didn’t like dragons. They passed by the secret ways in the Red Keep to go to the Dragonpit, into its enormous caverns and hallways until they reached her dragon. She climbed up on Dreamfyre, who was calm and willing, and they made their way to the exit. Dream ran and Helaena felt the moment the dragon’s feet rise from the ground to take flight. Aegon, astride Sunfyre, followed them. Dreamfyre flew slow as they exited through the wide doors of the Pit. Before she knew it, she was going higher. She looked down below, the surprised Dragonkeepers following them with their eyes. Soon, they also disappeared from view as they flew higher and higher.
They pass through the clouds, blue skies, land and sea below them. In her excitement, Dreamfyre breathed fire through the sky. Ash and smoke flew to her direction atop the dragon, but Helaena laughed in happiness. Aegon steered Sunfyre away from the flames, always keeping an eye on her.
They flew until the island of Dragonstone was in view. The island was black and terrible in its beauty, and from this distance the great, smoking dragon sculptures seemed so real.
“Umbātās,” Aegon said, and the two dragons slowed down their speed. Helaena was grateful for the pause, so she could finally breathe in relief. She stopped holding on as hard as the dragon stayed still, wings flapping. Aegon stopped as well, taking in the view below them.
“You alright, Hel?” Aegon asked.
“Yes. Aegon. Thank you,” she said, grateful for this moment.
They stayed there for awhile, circling and floating above the island.
When she had seen enough, they made their way back to King’s Landing, this time flying in a slower pace. As they approach the Dragonpit, they fly lower and the crowds gather, cheering the princess on as they see the dragon and her rider. Dreamfyre is a known dragon, and the sight of Sunfyre is sure to gather people.
The dragons land on the Dragonpit’s open platform, feet and claws heavy as they settle, dust billowing in their wake. Aegon goes down Sunfyre and goes to Helaena.
Five dragonkeepers bow to them, with looks of pride and admiration in their eyes as they look on Helaena with Dreamfyre.
“Your grace,” they said, bowing to the prince.
“You may bring back Sunfyre, she’ll have to guide her own dragon back so she can learn,” he answered, and the dragonkeepers guide Sunfyre back to the Pit’s entrance. Helaena guides Dreamfyre back to her chamber, Aegon following. Once Dreamfyre settled, Aegon climbed up the net of ropes on Dreamfyre’s side, takes Helaena’s hand to help her off the dragon.
As Helaena lept to the ground, Aegon envelopes her in a fierce hug. She’s laughing, she’s sure she’s crying from the feeling of light that threats to burst through her heart. She hugs her brother back, and he faces her with bright eyes and a smile that can stop a thousand ships.
“You did it! You got your dragon!” Aegon said.
“She finally let me!” Helaena said, and her face hurt from smiling. Aegon’s grin disappeared when he saw her eyes.
“I know it can be scary, were you crying?” Aegon asked, softly touching his thumb to her cheek to wipe her tears away. He was still half a foot taller than her, so he had to hunch down to touch her face. Helaena wiped her tears with the sleeve of her gown, but still smiling.
“These are just… tears of happiness, Aegon. You know I always loved Dreamfyre. I thought I wouldn’t be able to, but you showed me how. When you got to ride Sunfyre, I was so jealous!”
Aegon held her clasped hands and without thinking, pressed her knuckles to his lips.
“No, Hel, you’ll be a far better rider than me. Dreamfyre is no ordinary dragon, only Princess Rhaena was her previous rider, and you claimed her.”
First flights were always rough, and it would take a few more rides for Helaena to get the hang of it and maneuver Dreamfyre more smoothly. 
Helaena knew she must look terrible, her hair now unbraided and a mess around her face from the wind. Her face was red and stinging from the sunburn. In Dreamfyre’s excitement, the dragon breathed flame that sent dust and ashes her way. Her silk pink dress, ironed out and perfect this morning, was now crumpled, dirty, askew on her shoulders. She was sure her face had ash traces.
“Do I look fine? I think flying like that didn’t do good for this dress,” she said, looking down at the damage on the silk.
“You can get clothes made for dragonriding,” he replied.
“Yes, I remember Rhaenyra had special dresses when she goes out riding,” she said and laughed.
“You also need a new saddle fitted for you. I was in a hurry to get to her this morning. At least you’ve now tried riding without one, it can be fun,” Aegon said and laughed.
“I must look so bad right now, let’s return.”
“It’s fine, Hel. You got Dreamfyre and that’s all that matters. You look beautiful,” Aegon said as his hands touched her shoulders, and Helaena blushed at his compliment. Aegon wasn’t sure about the words he was saying, but he can remember the thrill of the first flight, which he got to experience again somewhat even if only for his sister.
It was true, though, she did look beautiful. This morning, she smelled fresh from her bath and her lavender-scented perfume, her hair done up in its usual style, the maids put some pink rouge on her cheeks and lips that made her glow. Now, though, after flying through miles in breakneck speed, she smelled of fire and her dress was dirty with ash, now askew and showing her right shoulder. Her braid has come undone, her face powdered in dust. She lost a shoe. But to Aegon, she never looked as beautiful. She was beautiful because she was smiling for him, she looked this happy because of him.
Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline or overflowing happiness that Aegon felt for his sister, he moved to give her a quick kiss on her cheek, a small gesture of reassurance. But Helaena, unaware, turned her face to wipe off some dust from it and he ended up kissing her full on the lips.
Helaena’s eyes widened, and her lips went slack against his. Aegon too, not expecting the sensation of her soft lips against his.
Helaena breathed, and time seemed to stand still as Aegon did not move. For some reason, Aegon knew he had to move away but his body didn’t. Helaena closed her eyes, because isn’t that what a girl was supposed to do when she was kissed? Aegon, rested his lips for several moments then let go.
Helaena opened her eyes and Aegon touched her cheek, still staring at her lips. She looked up shyly at her brother, lilac eyes peering through pale lashes. The look in her eyes scared Aegon - it wasn’t a look of a sister to her brother, but… something like how a lady might look at her lover, with compassion admiration love.
Seven hells, why’d I do that? I’m just way too happy for her, now I ruined it!
He dropped his hand from touching her. She had been laughing and smiling the whole ride, now her smile disappeared and she looked at the floor in shame.
“I mean, yes, I guess we should get back…” then he turned away from her to leave. He took three steps before Helaena started walking after him. It was still a long way out of the Dragonpit, it was quite a big place. Aegon continued walking, not looking back at her as they made their way out through the wide, torch-lit hallways.
She liked it, the thought came out of the blue and Aegon wanted to smack his own face for thinking such thoughts about his baby sister who just rode her dragon for the very first time.
Damn it, he thought, if she liked it I might as well…
Aegon stopped in his tracks and Helaena was looking down at the floor and wasn’t watching him. She walked straight on and stepped, and tripped on his shoe but Aegon caught her arm just in time. He fully turned around to hold her and keep her from falling and kissed her again, this time intentional.
And gods, he was glad that he did. He felt her jump in surprise, but she let him…
Aegon closed his eyes and opened his lips to fully taste her. Helaena kissed him back eagerly, holding on to his arms as her tongue also darted shyly to lick his lips. They are both clumsy and unsure. Aegon can taste the milk and honey from her breakfast, she can taste last night’s wine on his tongue.
Footsteps echoed in the chamber and they both remembered themselves, broke the kiss, and stood straight. It was Ser Criston.
“Princess Helaena!” he exclaimed. “The Queen is looking for you. But I’ve seen you in the skies. You did it!” Criston said, beaming with pride.
“Yes!” Helaena seemed to get back to her old self again. She let the knight lift her off the floor in a hug and Helaena kept laughing, a joyous and satisfying sound to his ears. They made their way back to the Red Keep, Helaena gushing to Ser Criston about how they reached Dragonstone and how her first flight went. Their mother welcomed them, and despite her fear and hesitation around dragons, she also smiled for Helaena.
Their younger brother Aemond was also there, but he only looked on and later went out quietly.
Alicent gestured to Aegon to follow his brother. He sighed and walked out, finding Aemond sitting on one of the windowsills, looking at the sky.
“Hey, twat, don’t tell me you’re jealous of Helaena,” he said. Aemond didn’t answer and only continued looking at the sky.
“Dreamfyre was bonded to her before you were even born. At least give her this moment,” Aegon added, resenting his duties as elder brother who had to comfort his siblings. He’d rather have a drink now than deal with Aemond, but he knew he had to.
“Why couldn’t you do it for me, too?”
“Aemond. I can’t. Dragons choose their riders. Your time will come.”
“When?”
Aegon held his brother by the shoulders and faced him to make the message clear. “Dreamfyre was ready. If she wasn’t, she could have burned me when I took off her chains. It’s not like I intended to. I just felt it was the right time for our sister. What I’m saying is, when the opportunity comes, don’t waste it. Take it.” Aegon had no gift of dreams like their sister, but he knew his brother’s dragon is near, but he doesn’t tell Aemond and the price that must be paid.
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Aegon could not sleep from remembering the day. She fully trusted him, and they were only both overtaken by emotions from her riding for the first time. He was truly happy for his sister, the speed they flew, the cheers of the people as they saw him and her riding back through King’s Landing. He only kissed her to make her happy, it was her big day, he might as well do something for her. He wanted her to feel good and not ashamed. But he didn’t realize this would be the aftermath, the guilt eating him through.
We’ll get married, anyway, he thought. It was very likely, Targaryens often marry their next sibling of the opposite sex if there was any. But with these things one can’t be so sure. Who knows what war might erupt or pact that needed to be sealed. The king’s unmarried daughter, a princess, is the most valuable coin.
But the thought of her marrying another… was something he could not even imagine.
He can still taste the memory of her on his tongue, sweet and calming. Did he really do it for her, or to have something of hers for himself?
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Helaena showered off the ash and dust from dragonriding, changed into her sleeping clothes, but the day’s events kept replaying in her mind. Dreamfyre finally trusted her now to ride through the skies. This felt like a day she would remember for the rest of her life. And that kiss. Her heart raced remembering. When Aegon first touched her lips, it wasn’t intentional. She moved her face to wipe it off, and she realized Aegon’s lips was only about to kiss her cheek or her forehead.
Aegon wasn’t the most affectionate person, and she wasn’t that receptive to touch, but she didn’t expect that she would love his. Aegon simply wanted to share the happiness of being one with dragons. When Aegon moved away, it was simply to end it.
They walked out of the Dragonpit, Helaena looking down the whole way because of the shame she felt, the desire that shot throughout her body.
When Aegon caught her and kissed her again, so loving and so tender, it was as if she was melting. Sweeter than the skies, hotter than dragon flame.
and that feeling, of Aegon holding her, kissing her, felt more exciting than flying.
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There were many days after that, that they would continue riding together. It was either before sunrise or near sunset, when the sun’s heat wasn’t as strong. The sight of the young prince and princess on their dragons was a delight for King’s Landing. And always, after each ride, out of sight from the dragonkeepers and only within the hidden crevices of the Dragonpit - Aegon would kiss her. It was always chaste, and he never touched her beyond what was needed. The kisses were brief, there was still the feeling that they were doing something that they weren’t supposed to. The dragonkeepers were always in the dark corners, and they couldn’t risk being seen. But to Helaena, those short trysts only fueled her want. Aegon knew that he wasn’t being the best big brother, but he can’t help it, she was open, sweet, willing. She looked so adorable too, with her kiss-bitten lips and eyes filled with so much admiration for him when they broke away.
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“The passion between the prince and princess is beautiful. Look at them, so happy on their dragons. Isn’t it best to marry them now, while their love is young?” said the visiting dragonkeeper to the meeting, with King Viserys, Queen Alicent, and the rest of the council. On the wide windows, Dreamfyre and Sunfyre can be seen in the distance, circling the Dragonpit.
“The young princess has yet to flower,” Alicent replied. She had made it clear that she will not accept Rhaenyra’s proposal of marrying Helaena to Jace. Watching Aegon and Helaena with their dragons, she sensed that there might still be hope for Aegon.
Even if they hid their kisses in the dark spaces of the Dragonpit, the dragonkeepers could sense something between the siblings. The thrill of riding dragons can ignite various passions, and love could be one of them. Even Alicent can sense the subtle change in them both, the smiles and looks exchanged across the dining table, the way they talk about their dragons.
“If she is ready, then I agree with this proposal. It’s been awhile since we have seen a true Targaryen wedding between a brother and sister of age,” Viserys agreed. While a wedding between Rhaenyra’s son Jaecerys was a good diplomatic choice, Viserys was also all about keeping Targaryen traditions. While Alicent was initially torn about the decision, at the moment it was the best - to keep Helaena near, to strengthen their claim.
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read more: soft blood, black bones (sorry in advance, said fic is indefinitely discontinued until I find the motivation again)
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vacantgodling · 1 year ago
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i wrote a Ridiculous thing (the narration style is definitely Out There) to poke at red and hel a bit so have… whatever the fuck this is.
gently tagging @void-botanist
If you were to go into any tavern in any village in (country), and asked someone how the Wolf Queen came to be, if you weren’t arrested first, their hushed whispers would vary. Some think she is a trickster sent far from the west, sent by the goodness of light to punish the old king’s wicked ways. “He gambled and lost,” a farmer would tell you. “And couldn’t live with tha shame n’ died. She sits on tha throne now but that throne’s well n’ cursed, and it’d do ya good not to ask more questions than you need to.”
Others would point out that it wasn’t a divine plot; that the king simply wed her, and in doing so he lost. “That’s why you don’t believe things that are too good to be true.” A barmaid would tell you, as she divvied out stew. “Like that rumored half off special. Pay up for your brew.”
Travel further to the east where the cities are grown; tall buildings of stone that kiss against the sky, and they’ll tell you she killed him, it’s as simple as that.
“Drew her talons cross his neck, and can’t be deader than that.”
Still others might blend a variety of the story, until it’s hard to discern, what parts are true and what’s legend; embellishment or propaganda.
The one person you should listen to, if you ask your peruse, is the one who quirks his brow, with a smirk beguiling and slow, simply looks you in the eyes and asks
“What will you pay to know?”
For that, dear reader, is how our story begins. For one Rosmarin Red, bloody scythe in her hand.
The blood dripped onto the tavern floor; plip plip; and yet the tavern raged on around them, as though neither of them spoke at all. From a contract she came, to put food in her stomach and a warm pillow under her head. The killing kind; of course, any one you who earned your ire. Petty mistresses in their beds, or off with landlord’s heads. As such and still, her dead eyes bore holes into this smart mouthed stranger, daring him to oppose.
The man didn’t seem phased; in fact, it’s as though he was expecting her. He leaned on his arms forward, with his boot, kicked out a chair towards her.
“Sit with me awhile.” He said, taking a drought from his cup. “And regale me. The Red Death, I presume?” The petite girl nodded, then dropped her scythe towards the floor, taking hold of the proffered chair in a dealthy tight hold. She eased herself into it, and if you noticed well; there was no clatter from the instrument’s careless discard.
The man knew it as well, still smiling, still sharp minded. He called a waiter up and ordered the young assassin a cup.
“On me.” He said gently, but the sparkle in his eye was knowing. “Who was it who taught you that rhyme?”
“I don’t know.” Red said back. “Not by name.”
“I imagine you kill many who you don’t remember at all?” He asked with a smile hidden into his mug. “No.” She did not smile, nor sip. She continued to bore holes in him; anyone else would squirm stiff. But the man knew his worth, and knew he was valuable at least not to kill, so he relaxed even further, swirling the drink in his hand and contemplating his fill.
“News of you has reached my ears.” He tried for another approach. “Heard you would come looking for me, one day or another.”
“Then you know why I’m here.” The assassin said tersely. “So what do I owe you.” The man clicked his tongue, for the game had just begun.
“Impatience, my dear, is a virtue on occasion. But not now, at least. I’ll offer you a deal—you offer me your finest possession and I’ll give you the answer you seek.”
Red considered this. Considered it well. So hard in fact that it was near dawn when she answered.
“I have no money to offer you, nor children to sell. I have no clothes other than the blood covered ones that hang to my back. No riches, nor connections can this deal between us bring. But I do have myself, and any services you ask of me.”
After saying it soft like a midnight chime, Red pressed her face to the table, hiding her eyes.
“… Please.” She whispered finally, though elaborate she did not. At the heartfelt display, the man would admit he was touched.
“Raise your head, sweet Red, no need to grovel just yet. The night is older than we shall be. Come, I will give you lodgings for the night, and then in the marrow, our exchange we shall write.”
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aquaquadrant · 2 years ago
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Why do I feel like Etho and Patho would actually really get along well. Like there'd be a minute of "oh shit" then they'd be making some weird machine together.
Also any chance you would be willing to share the story about Patho's clock and maybe info on Hels Bdubs?
(honestly? true. patho isn’t bothered enough w the concept of being a doppelgänger so he’d be chill w etho if etho was chill with him. and etho’s like. always chill. anyway idk if this’ll answer ur questions but here’s uhhhh something)
~*~
patho pauses at the top of the netherrack hill, boots hissing briefly as he shifts off a magma block.
xyz: -12,485.167 / 67.09835 / 253,295.942
the coordinates ever-present within his field of view tell him he should be another hundred or so blocks away in the z axis, but he can already see the jungle’s grown since his last visit. it’s been slowly overtaking the neighboring nether waste biome for a couple decades, now. rate of growth has held constant, unchanging. that's something, at least.
patho slowly scans the horizon. words and numbers flash across the left half of his vision as his cybernetic eye rapidly processes new information based on visual input: netherrack, netherrack, crimson nylium, grass, jungle wood, jungle wood, jungle leaves, weeping vine. light level 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. there's a lava pool eleven blocks over in the x axis; light level 15.
he starts walking again.
153 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 23/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 18 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,487.331 / 65.21091 / 253,375.987 block: -12,487 65 253,375 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 5 (0 sky, 5 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8
the data shifts with every step. he's learned to tune most of it out by now, only paying attention to the biome indicator as he crosses the chunk threshold.
biome: error:crimson jungle
particles and sounds immediately jump up a couple degrees. glowing red specks dance slowly in the air, mingling with the ambient noises; hoglins rooting around in the brush, parrots calling unseen from the canopy above, lava bubbling in a pool nearby.
p: 35 sounds: 23/247
the temperature is warmer here. patho shrugs off his jacket, letting it hang at his elbows as he picks his way through the jungle. he doesn't even need to think about where he's going, coordinates left ignored at the edge of his vision. he's taken this path many times before, and he never has to wander very long.
his boots crunch softly on the nylium and grass terrain. jungle leaves and crimson fungus alike brush at his shoulders as he ducks underneath branches, taking care not to get tangled in weeping vines.
this is his favorite jungle. it's not the only crimson jungle he's ever come across- not to mention the warped jungles- but out of all the biomes he's seen, it's the one with the greenest leaves. something about this jungle sustains the normal trees just as well as it does the fungi, allowing the grass and leaves to stay bright and full instead growing in wilted and brown. it makes a lovely contrast with the blood red fungi.
not for the first time, he's thankful that the jungle is far enough away from spawn to be left alone. if other players knew about this place, with its well-sustained passive mob spawning and greenery, they'd destroy it for resources for sure. but he never worries too much about that possibility, because no mob or player sets foot in this jungle without permission from-
a weeping vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and lashes around patho's leg.
it's quickly joined by several more, snaking out from the undergrowth to wrap around his other limbs. before he can blink, he's lifted off the ground and pulled up into the trees. he doesn't struggle, doesn't panic- this is nothing new to him. the vines string him up among the highest branches, where a familiar figure is crouched in front of him, nothing but a pair of glowing red eyes beneath a heap of moss.
<player>dat -7063fdce-39ac-4a12-d836-a990c45b2bb0
"hey, dbubs," patho says casually.
the figure straightens up, hood falling back to reveal his face. his huge red eyes are sparkling with excitement, despite the dark circles lining them, and his mouth falls open in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. vines of varying shapes and sizes curl lazily around his body, small tendrils sprouting from the mossy cloak he wears. a couple veins of red discolor his skin, crawling up his neck and across his face. his messy hair is a bit whiter than the last time patho saw him, tinged red at the roots. a clock hangs around his neck, to match the one hanging from patho's hip.
"patho!" dbubs practically shouts, throwing his arms out.
sounds: 24/247
before dbubs can say anything else, patho asks his usual question. “what’s your name?”
“what’s my-” dbubs blinks, works his jaw for a second. “GODSLAYER666,” he proclaims loudly, puffing his chest out. then he pauses, frowns. “wait, no, i- i don’t know why i just said that. uh…”
it’s somewhere in the middle, then. not as bad as his worst days- at least he’s aware he’s lying, even if he has no control over it. and patho has to admit, that's one of the most entertaining responses dbubs has ever given to his little test.
"uh huh." patho shifts in the web of vines. they're holding a bit tighter than normal. of course, he could still easily break out of them. if he wanted to. "did you miss me, dbubs?" he asks instead, his voice teasing.
dbubs throws his head back to let out a sharp laugh, sending a shower of red particles fluttering through the air. "what?" he demands incredulously, his eyes blown wide. "miss you? i d- eugh, n'you stupid- i- i didn't even notice you were gone!"
patho hums with amusement. "then you don't wanna, like, kiss me or anything?"
"no," dbubs insists stubbornly, even as he comes closer. he steps boldly into patho's space, hands coming up to grab his face. "no, no of course not, i don't..." his long eyelashes flutter as he looks patho up and down. he smells like moss; like old vegetation and decay. there's soil and dried blood caked under his fingernails. "why would i- you ha- you have a lotta nerve..." dbubs tugs at the left strap of patho's mask, tilting his head. "do i- uh, do i get to see ya?" he asks, expression suddenly eager.
"yeah," patho chuckles.
dbubs grins widely, pulling patho's mask down. for a moment, he just looks at him. his calloused hand scuffs along the metal parts of patho's face- the entire ramus of his left mandible and most of his cheekbone, lost in the explosion that took his eye. the remaining skin is rough with scar tissue. dbubs strokes his thumb along that, too.
"i lo- um, i- i hate your stupid face," dbubs mumbles before he finally kisses patho. he seems to process his words a second later, breaking away with a small gasp of "oh! i d-", but patho simply leans in again, reclaiming his lips.
he knows what dbubs meant.
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dbubs spares patho the trouble of walking, simply having the vines carry him to the hideaway. it's a difficult base to categorize: part tree house, part nest, part garden. in some places the floor is made of wood- in others, just a thick layer of leaves. there are potted plants and hanging vines everywhere, interspersed among stacks of barrels and moldy bookcases. little red mushrooms sprout from walls made of thatch and tree trunks. a couple of shroomlights provide gentle lighting as glittery particles drift through the open air; red, from the biome itself, and green from the spore blossom that patho brought him last year.
the vines unceremoniously drop patho onto the makeshift bed- a mat of moss and old, shredded banners. he's barely gotten settled, pulling his mask up and pulling his jacket off, before dbubs flops onto him with a heavy wuff.
"so!" dbubs starts loudly, propping his elbows up on patho's stomach. "what brings ya to see ol' dbubs today, huh?"
patho huffs a laugh. "what, i can't just stop by to say hi?"
"oh sure, okay." dbubs rolls his eyes, one of his vines flicking through the air dismissively. "you j- yeah, okay, be all secretive, then! see if i care." his haughty demeanor doesn't last long, though, as he shimmies up a little further, arms folded on patho's chest. "d'you- uh, do you wanna hear what i've been doin'?"
patho sighs good-naturedly, shifting so he can tuck his arms behind his head and lean back against the wall. "alright, go ahead."
dbubs beams at him and immediately starts telling lies. he tells patho about all the amazing things he's built (the jungle looks the same), all the incredible battles he's fought (no one's entered the jungle in years), all the wonderful places he's gone (he can't leave the jungle).
but patho doesn't mind that it's all lies. he's content to listen anyways.
they carry on like this until dbubs suddenly pauses, scrambling for his clock. "uh oh! gotta schreep."
patho glances at his own clock; dbubs is right on time, as always. that's one thing he never lies about. "okay, okay," he says, pushing dbubs off- he hits the moss with a soft thump. "lemme get my anchor."
"well, hurry up already!" dbubs shouts impatiently, vines swatting at patho's arm as he pops down his ender chest.
after placing the anchor and setting his spawn, patho reaches up and presses his finger directly into the center of his left eye, shutting it off.
he doesn’t regret putting a data processor into his cybernetic eye; the information it’s given him is invaluable. but every now and then, he needs a break from it. even when his eyes are closed, the display is still active, showing blank values on the back of his eyelid. turning the eye off is the only way to make it go away- of course, at the price of half his vision. so he only does it if he’s sleeping somewhere fully secure, and if he’s alone.
the jungle is an exception. dbubs has full domain out here- no mob or player can come close to his home without him allowing it.
"finally," dbubs huffs as patho settles back down. he's quick to cling with both his arms and assorted vines.
patho can't help but chuckle. "what's that you said about not missing me?"
"oh, shut up!"
~*~
patho abruptly reenters consciousness, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. with a soft groan, he fumbles to turn on his cybernetic eye, wincing at the sudden influx of data.
149 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 1/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 52 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,587.412 / 96.77253 / 253,401.623 block: -12,587 96 253,401 chunk: -783 15 7,845 facing: north (towards negative z)(1.5/5) client light: 7 (0 sky, 7 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 27/247 + 0/8
"goooood morning!" dbubs calls, over on the other side of the little nook. he's busy rummaging through barrels, perhaps trying to find some breakfast. it’s unlikely he has any food stored; when he’s hungry, he hunts, and the jungle always provides.
"mornin'," patho says, rubbing his face. he sits up- and then pauses. there are weeping vines wrapped tightly around his legs. he sighs. “dbubs, you’re doing it again.”
“what?" dbubs manages to sound surprised. "no! no, i’m not, i’m- i’m just over here, minding my own business, crafting a loom.”
“a loom,” patho repeats flatly.
“yes! for um, for banners.”
“do you even have any wool?”
“do i ha- uh, of course! yes, of course i do.”
“can i see it?”
“no. no, i- i just ate it, actually. um-”
“you ate it?”
“yeah. sorry.”
patho sighs again. he kicks the weeping vines away. "i uh, i didn't mean to be gone for so long," he says, rising to his feet. "but, you know, i- i got held up with a job."
"a job?" dbubs glances over his shoulder at patho, squinting. "what kinda job?"
patho stretches his arms above his head, hearing both his natural and mechanical shoulder joints pop. "some guys out west are tryin' to make a portal out of hels."
"a portal?" dbubs's mouth falls open. "oh, for goodness sakes- and you call me a liar!"
patho knows better than to take offense. "it's true. they've got a player who came here from another world."
"uh huh." dbubs scoffs, but he can't quite hide the anxious shimmer in his eyes. "yeah, yeah, sure... so- i mean, did you do it, then? make them a portal?"
"basically." patho shrugs. "i uh, i told them everything they needed to know, to make one."
"right. you told th- okay." dbubs nods, bites his lip. "um- you didn't stay? to see the portal? or, uh…”
patho chuckles, crossing the distance to put his arms around dbubs's waist. "nah. i mean, come on, you know me, dbubs. i'm a- i'm a hels player, through and through. what's the rest of the universe got that's better than this place, right?"
dbubs grins at that, slotting his arms through patho's. "oh, you- you're such an idiot! y'know, i uh, i've been outside'a hels before and i- um, let me tell ya, you're missing out!"
"mhmm." patho smiles even though his mask is on. he knows dbubs can tell.
"yeah! "dbubs nods vigorously. "and, uh, there's- i got a whole world that's just mine!"
"is that right?" patho rests his chin on the top of dbubs's head. "tell me about it."
"it's a beautiful world, of course. my perfect builds, i ha-"
"of course."
"- uh, hey! quit interruptin'!"
"sorry, sorry."
"i di- thank you. so i um, i built a big ol' crastle, with a- hyeugh, a sorta um, horse course... y'know, with th- with the fastest horses anyone ever saw, one-stick horses, and- and uh, everyone was really impressed…”
this won’t last forever. it’ll only be a matter of weeks, months if they’re lucky, before patho won’t be able to ignore the itch to wander again. before the comfort and familiarity of the jungle becomes unbearable. before dbubs grows so used to his presence that the jungle itself tries to overtake him, the way it has dbubs- vines and veins of red.
he’ll leave without warning in the middle of the night, while dbubs is sleeping, because trying to leave while dbubs is awake never ends well. he’ll leave without a word and try not to think about the frantic whispers he knows dbubs sends him on lonely nights, despite knowing patho will never receive them (it’s the only time he regrets fusing his communicator with his arm- but how was he supposed to know he’d hear it in his mind? how was he supposed to know that disabling the chat was the only way not to lose himself completely to the endless flood of data?)
he’ll stay away long enough for dbubs to shatter apart, losing himself to the wildness of the jungle, and come back together. he’ll wait until dbubs has recovered from his grief, so that the next time dbubs sees him there will only be joy. because no matter how many times patho hurts him, dbubs always forgets it eventually.
“… so, you see, ol’ dbubs been workin' on a new technique, using the uh. grade- uh, gradient? block palettes... to create depth. ah hah! so- so listen, now, to teacher! it all starts with the color scheme..."
this won’t last forever. so for now, patho closes his eyes and listens.
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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 11 months ago
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(It’s a newer ask so it’s not on a masterpost yet I think)
Could you do this ask but with the mafias (and if u want to add anyone else you can)
Mafiatale Sans - Oh, he's really up to this. First, because he wants to make sure S/O is not going to hurt his bro (even though you dating his brother is already kinda some sort of miracle), and second because he's desperate to embarrass his brother and tell you all his little dirty childhood secrets lol. He can be a little shit when he wants too, and he's far from shy about it. Creeper is not too happy about this when he finds out but, well, too bad.
Mafiatale Papyrus - This is so awkward. Creeper is following you, silently. He's not blinking. He's not talking either. He's starting to creep you out and you're not sure it's a good idea anymore. Demon warned you it was not the great idea you thought it will be but you didn't listen. You keep asking him things but he's not answering lol. He clearly doesn't want to be there, he's still following you only because he can't drive and you're the only one who can take him home.
Mafiafell Sans - He's so nervous about this. Fangs is a lot less reckless than Red can be. He doesn't understand what you want with him and he even took one of his dogs with him as moral support lol. He's relaxing as he starts to realize you're not here to scream at him for a random thing his brother said about him though. And that's actually kind of nice. Usually, he steps aside when his brother is in a relationship, but for the first time, he likes one of his brother's partners. He might even take you out somewhere a few days later if you want to. It was nice.
Mafiafell Papyrus - Uh... This is something lol. So you took Torpedo to Disneyland. He kinda thinks you hired him only to protect you so he's scaring everyone, children included. You can tell the staff members are very uncomfortable whenever you're entering an attraction, and he's stupidly tall in most of the attractions, which makes him somehow even scarier. You're not sure about this lol. You tried to buy him Mickey ears to make him look less scarier but somehow it's even worse now. At least, he seems to have a good time? You think??? Hel if you know, he's as expressive as a tree branch.
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hydrasra · 2 years ago
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these are just some scenarios that came to mind while I was daydreaming. I might post something else in a few days related to my sagau interpretation turned mini fic lmaoo. you can view these as anecdotes of when things happened off screen or something, idk but it's up to you. enjoy!
LATEST SAGAU CHAPTER [HIATUS] : SAFE FOR NOW
SIDE STORY : STRANGE ENCOUNTER
•° M.LIST °• NEXT
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lumine: do you always have to be so negative?
wanderer: that's my personality.
lumine: I know but can't you smile at least once?
[name]: if he does smile, it'll mean I'm gonna become rich tomorrow.
lumine:
[name]:
[name]: *looks at lumine*
lumine: *looks at [name]*
both: *nod then look at wanderer*
wanderer: what?
[name]: *tackles him down* GOT HIM!
wanderer: your grace, what are yo-
lumine: *using her hands to make him smile* COME ON, SMILE!!
wanderer: *struggling to get away* I DON'T WANT TO!!
paimon: *watching from the sideline*
nahida: *walks in* hel- what's going on?
paimon: [name] said that they'll become rich if wanderer smiles at least once.
nahida: oh. well, maybe they are right? why didn't you join in?
paimon: don't want wanderer to haunt paimon's dream tonight.
nahida: *giggles* fair.
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[name]: *walks through the door, completely dishevelled and bleeding*
cyno: and that's wh- *looks up* [NAME]!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
[name]: *blinks, confused* yes?
tighnari: you're bleeding!
lumine: *walks in in the same state*
wanderer: what happened?
paimon: a rishboland tiger.
alhaitham: I'm sorry?
[name]: you're excused.
lumine: *grins and leans onto [name]* they thought that the tiger was friendly. the tiger was, until they stepped on its tail.
paimon: *snickering*
wanderer: wait until buer hears this...
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[name]: what the fuck do you mean by 'he's not here'? where does he go and spend his time? he's a fucking bard with too much time on his hands!
jean: *sweatdrops* your gra-
lumine: [name], stop swearing.
[name]: oh, my bad. anyway, where to find that asshole?
lumine: [name].
[name]: sorry, sorry.
jean: *whispers to paimon* is this normal?
paimon: *nods* paimon has grown immune to it all now.
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[name]: *sneezes*
albedo: bless you.
[name]: *groans* thank you but how the fuck do you live in this cold?
albedo: that's simply cause I'm not h–
[name]: *wraps their arms around themself* I knoooooow!
lumine: hold on, I'll go find a seelie. *dashes off*
[name]: THANK YOU, LU!!
albedo: *takes off his coat and puts it on [name]'s shoulders*
[name]: thank you, bedo.
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klee: you're very beautiful!
[name]: *looking at klee then around* huh?
klee: *giggles* you're very beautiful, your grace!
[name]: *smiles* call me [name] instead, all right? and thank you, klee. *picks her up*
klee: *wraps her arms around [name]'s neck*
[name]: *hugs her tightly*
paimon: *wiping away her tears*
lumine: *sniffles*
kaeya: oh? emotional~?
lumine: shut up, kaeya.
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[name]: okay, wild idea.
lumine: *sighs* here we go again.
[name]: what if we visit Inazuma and I wear some sort of disguise?
lumine: *perks up* wait, that's–
wanderer: a very bad idea.
lumine & [name]: bu–
wanderer: no 'but's. the farthest you're allowed to is mondstadt and liyue is out of question.
[name]: *puppy eyes*
wanderer: that's not going to work on me.
[name]: hmph. *pouts*
lumine: you sure it didn't work? 'cause you're red, wanderer.
wanderer: *looking away, blushing wildly* FUCK OFF!!
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nahida: why are [name] sulking and alhaitham blushing?
lumine: *hands on her hips* alhaitham told them 'no' to their request.
nahida: he said 'no' to what exactly?
paimon: they asked to give him a kiss.
[name], sulking somewhere: I SAID A KISS ON THE CHEEK!!
alhaitham: t-that's not very a-appropriate, your g-gra–
[name]: THAT'S NOT MY NAME!
lumine: I'll gladly accept your kiss!
[name]: *perks up* BET!
alhaitham: *hiding his face behind his hand*
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tighnari: and this is collei.
collei: *hesitating between bowing, kneeling or waving*
paimon: collei!
lumine: hey, collei... are you all right?
collei: I- y-yes! I just-
[name]: no need to bow or kneel before me, it makes me very uncomfortable. a simple wave is enough, and if you're comfortable, a hug is welcomed too.
tighnari: I don't th–
collei: *suddenly hugs [name]*
tighnari: *surprised gibberish*
[name]: *grins and hugs collei back*
lumine: what–
paimon: what the heck–
collei: *hastily pulls away while blushing* t-there! i-i heard that y-you mumbling about wanting to give m-me a hug–
[name]: *nods while smiling* thank you, collei. it must have been hard for you to go out of your comfort zone.
collei: *shaking her head, blushing still* n-not at all!
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[name]: holy shit, we're high up! I can see mondstadt from here!
paimon: well, we are at the top of stormterror's lair after all.
jean: don't get too close to the edge, your grace!
[name]: *looks at jean, takes a decisive step towards the edge*
jean: *panicking and speed-walking towards [name]*
lumine: [name], step back. you'll give jean a heart attack.
[name]: *smiles and walks right into jean's embrace*
jean: *confused sigh of relief as she hugs [name] then looks at lumine*
lumine: they will purposely not reply to anyone when their name isn't used.
paimon: *nods rapidly*
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[name]: *leaning on the table, staring at cyno*
cyno: what is it?
[name]: are you and tighnari dating?
cyno: *clears his throat*
[name]: *leans back, gasping* OH MY GOD! DOES THAT MEAN YOU WERE CHEATING ON HIM WITH ALBEDO AT THE WINDBLUME FESTIVAL?!
cyno: I did not–
kaveh: *slams the door open* WHO CHEATED ON WHO DURING WHAT?!
cyno: no one–
[name]: CYNO CHEATED ON TIGHNARI DURING THEIR TRIP IN MONDSTADT!!
kaveh: *offended gasps* WHAT IS THIS TREASONOUS ACT?! *looks at cyno, appalled*
[name]: *stands up* I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS!
kaveh: NEITHER WILL I! LET'S GO, [NAME]!
[name]: HMPH! *grabs onto kaveh's arm and leaves with him*
alhaitham: *hiding behind his book, trying hold in his laughter*
collei: *shaking her head while trying to act disappointed*
tighnari: ... I knew it.
cyno: NOT YOU TOO??
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bigqueenrandy · 20 days ago
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The ghastly labyrinth
This is a book I’m working on for my oc’s, and is currently still in the works. Please enjoy and remember all things mentioned are a work of fiction!!
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Location: Ellania’s Home
Subject: Mother
Time: 3:05 am
The world sits still as the moon shines through the tilted blinds. As heavy footsteps echo through the halls, glass shattered across the floor. Books get ripped from their shelves as she cries out in pain. Slamming her head back into the wall, a painting falls hitting the floor with a loud thud. Her hair is damp as sweat trickles down her nose. Blood drips into a puddle on the floor, as her legs rest against her chest nails bitten and raw as she rips at her flesh.
“I can’t..she..why?!…where..I don’t” She Huffs a frustrated breath as she tears herself off the ground. Slamming her body against the dresser, leaning over it her arms sprawling out to grip the edges. Her nails dragging through the carved wood, “My…my baby..she, can’t…no!… W H E R E I S M Y B A B Y ! ? !”
The sun rises, her body lay limp and disheveled. Dried blood smeared on the wall, broken glass under her nails. Chunks of hair tattered across the room, eyes wide, nose red as her lips curled into a cracked smile. “my sweet baby…” Her voice raspy and brittle as she spirals repeating over and over, “m y b a b y . . .” Her cry’s get louder and more deranged as she lays in defeat a smile plastered across her face. “my sweet Ania…”
A loud creak could be heard echoing through the walls, as a familiar voice calls out to her. “He..Hello..? Ma’am..?” “Miss Yasmine..?”
Location: Ellanias house
Subject: [Unknown]
Time: 6:55 am
“Hel..oh..Oh my god are you okay?!?” [Unknown] rushes over, trying her best not to step on any glass as she rushed over to miss Yasmine. Bending down in front of her she gently grabbed her hand, squeezing it to reassure her. “What happened..? Why is the house a mess? Where is Ania??” Her voice was soft and gentle as she did her best not to disturb her. Taking notice of her blood shot eyes and tear stained face she realized something was very wrong. “My baby….i don’t know..she couldn’t have…? Where…would she..I can’t.”
Her breath sharp and ragged as she felt tears well up in her eyes and her chest tighten. [Unknown] takes notice of her frail state deciding to take a seat next to her, she rests her arm on her back reassuringly. “It’s gonna be okay I’m not sure what happened…but..we’re gonna get through this together..okay?”
Location: Louisiana news station
Subject: …
Time: 12:05 pm
“Earlier this morning a young lady had been reported missing. Documents state that she is 5’9, 135 lbs, has shoulder length curly brown hair and a pale skin complexion.” The air is thick and cold as Miss Yasmine and [Unknown] rest quietly on the couch. Dirty napkins are scattered across the floor, along with clutter from around the house. As the Tv blasts the news from across the living room. “Reports show that this case could potentially be an attempted kidnapping, home invasion or a potential murder.” Miss Yasmine’s breath hitches in her throat, fearing the worst for her poor daughter. “She gonna be okay..she’s a tough kid.” [Unknowns] voice cuts through the silence like a knife, “I..I hope so..” Choking back a sob she leans back agains the couch. “I just want my baby to come home..”
End of chapter 2
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I hope you all enjoyed chapter 2!! I do apologize for it being a bit on the shorter side, but I promise chapter 3 will have a lot of interesting lore and hopefully answer some questions!!
Thank you guys for the love on the last one I’m really enjoying writing this for my ocs and I hope you all enjoy it too!!
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strange-little-spy · 2 months ago
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Chapter Eight – HYDRA base, serum room – unknown time
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Chapter warnings: HYDRA Angst, violence, needles. I beg your forgiveness but it can’t be a marvel fic without some angst. Don’t worry it actually effects things.
Word count: 1,534 words
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Addie tried to keep herself from going into full-panic-mode as she heard the large steel door shut behind her, inside the sick yellowish room were two men but they looked up from their current subject who was panting through the mouthguard that was bit down between his teeth.
“Pierce wants her to be used. Says we should give her a reason to exist.” One of the guards that took her to the room sneered.
The doctors wordlessly and unemotionally paused their work as Rumlow and the other strapped Addie onto the metal table, much to her objections and attacks. But with the chain still around her neck she was held down with little difficulty.
“What are you going to do!?” She shrieked, feeling herself freaking out.
“Quiet, now. This won’t take long.” The guard mocked, his long calloused fingers dragging along her bare neck.
“Is it Erkstine’s serum!?”
The doctor looked to her as he prepared the syringes. “How would you know about that?”
“I know the guy who took it.” She wasn’t sure if this would harm or mess up the timeline, but she had to answer the question.
“Wonderful.” Pierce said from the doorway where he watched. “We’ll most assuredly be making use of you with Captain Rogers.”
“Oh, snap, what have I done?” She tried to look at the HYDRA director but her restraints held her down. “Are they going to make me another Winter Soldier?!?”
The pain was excruciating, like red hot molten metal was being pumped into her veins. She couldn’t scream, the mouth guard prevented her from. Her throat was on fire as she made an animalistic noise.
Make it stop-
Please just make it stop.
She just wished the black would take her so she wouldn’t feel the pain, but whatever they had shoved into her wouldn’t allow her to pass out.
The monsters. They wanted every bit of their subjects to suffer. To show who was master.
When she finally felt something decline, she could hear her heart pounding, but—there was another heartbeat.
Wait- was..was she hearing the heartbeat of the man next to her? Her’s and the other didn’t match, she couldn’t be hearing double-
Could she?
When the first doctor approached her and the guard retreated, her suspicion was confirmed. She could hear other heartbeats.
She could hear shouts and screams from another part of the base. She could taste and smell the blood and sweat in the air that she didn’t catch before.
She could hear the man on the other table swearing as he watched her.
She felt the collar tighten around her throat, not as if someone was pulling on it, but as if it had shrunk.
“Hel-“ She tried to raise her hands to pull on it, but the strong leather straps held her tight.
“Get that thing off her, she can’t breathe.” Pierce ordered, sending the guards unclasping the collar.
When Addie felt the cold metal released from her neck, she felt a tear run down her cheek. Oh that felt so much better. She took a breath, practically gasping for air.
What had they done to her? How would she get back to the 1940’s? How would she explain…?
“Untie her.” Pierce ordered again, but to her it sounded as if he was shouting. She knew he was speaking in a normal tone, but that blasted serum made everything enhanced.
The guard’s fingers felt hot as she felt them graze roughly against her skin while they undid the leather straps.
When they finished and stepped back—yes, even Rumlow was cautious—she sat up.
She wanted to pounce on Pierce and choke the life out of him, she wanted to take down HYDRA in one blow. But that would have to wait. Wait until she could recruit Steve or Bucky.
Bucky. Bucky should have been here, the Winter Soldier should have been in this base somewhere…
But- where?
“Now, my pet-“ Pierce stepped closer. “How do you feel?”
Addie felt her hands were larger, stronger. Her legs were honed and her gut was tight.
“Like you’ve made me into what you called me. A pet. You’ve made another Winter Soldier.”
She heard the chain shift in Rumlow’s hand, her gaze snapped to see him about to smack her, but her hand caught his instinctively as she gripped as tight as she could. Rumlow was strong, but he should have known better than to match a fresh super-human.
“Lay a hand on her and you are sent to reconditioning, handler!” Pierce ordered, snatching the chain out of his hands. “Am I understood?’
“I’m getting special treatment??” Addie couldn’t help but stare. This was unexpected.
“Yes, sir.” Rumlow growled and lowered his arm, but when Pierce turned away, Addie could hear his joint popping as he rolled it.
“As for you,” He turned to her. “There is no Winter Soldier, and there never has been. And if you mention that ever again, I will make sure you are given no protection.”
Addie glared at the floor, her mind replaying the scene where Bucky was ‘corrected’ for remembering Steve. Of all the things she did not want to share with him was that Chair.
“I understand.” She rumbled.
“That’s a good girl. Stand up, let me look at you.”
She thought it best to obey. As she slid off the table, she saw that she gained some height as well. At least four inches.
“Well, if I ever get back to Brooklyn, Steve is going to have a fit.”
Pierce grasped her chin and made her look up. He tilted her head to the right and to the left, inspecting her like a fruit.
“Put her back in her cell, and throw in a cot, too. This is one is going to be promising.”
Unknown location, unknown time
Addie thought she was dreaming when she heard Bucky shouting from a long way off, a loud knocking startling her from her sleep.
“Adds!” He shouted again. “Addison, wake up!”
“Holy smokes, I’m back!” She whisper-shouted as she bolted from bed and tried to run to the door, but she caught her shoulder against the wall while trying to round the corner.
“Oh, no!” She wailed. “I wasn’t dreaming!”
“Addie, whats wrong?!” Bucky called from the door again. “Are you okay??”
“I don’t know!” She yelped, hearing her own panic. “H-hang on, Buck!” She stood up, nearly banging her head but she slowly made her way to the door and opened it, stepping back and sitting on the floor to calm down.
“Ads- hey, hey, whoa, what the hell-“ Bucky yelped in surprise, crouching beside her. “Addison, what the-…what happened??”
Addie stared into space, the words wouldn’t come and beside he couldn’t do anything to ‘fix’ her.
“Uh, I-…” She tried. “I think someone is screwing with me and dropping me in different timelines for an agenda.”
Bucky’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
“Yeah, I know, I know, I sound crazy.” She sighed, resting her chin in her hands.
“No, no, this is actually proof.”
“You believe me??”
“I believed you before, kid. Something like this just doesn’t happen over night.”
“But it did. I really went to sleep and woke up somewhere else in the future and then I fell asleep there and woke up back here!”
Bucky shook his head, rubbing his face. “Okay, do you know what year it is?”
“I really hope it’s 1940.” She looked at him.
“Well, it’s December, but yes, it’s 1940.”
“Oh, thank God.” She sighed and laid on the floor. “I just- I don’t know what to do, Bucky. I really don’t.”
“Hey, it’s okay, doll. I’m not mad, really.”
“Its not-“ She tried before faltering. “I’m not worried about that—okay, yes, I’m super scared and I feel like a giant freak who can’t even walk through the room without hitting something.”
“I think you’ll adapt.” Bucky smiled.
“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, his eyes were brighter now with the serum.
“I mean that if I could sprout from 5 foot nothing all the way to six feet in one year, I think you’re smart enough to figure out how to gain a few inches overnight.”
Addie thought about his words. He made sense, and it was a little silly to be acting dramatic over something other people would consider a miracle. She could probably give Bucky a run for his money in a wrestling match.
“Thanks, Buck.” She smiled and propped herself on her elbow. “Holy cow, you said it’s December? I’m about to break a sweat.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Feel my hand, it’s warm!” She touched his fingers and his expression changed to surprise.
“Holy cats-!”
“Ugh, that’s means summer is going to suck!!” She groaned. “Dang!”
“Uh, I know this might be a weird question, but do you want to tell Steve or shall I break it easy to him.”
“You say that like I’m breaking up with him.” She shot him a strange look before sitting straight. “But no, I’ll explain. Thank you for the offer.”
“How’s ‘bout some breakfast then?”
“I’m starved.”
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randoimago · 2 years ago
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Marry Me
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Character(s): Apollo Justice
Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots
Note(s): Here's this post! I was requested two characters in the same post so I made a separate post for each of them and that's why this looks so empty >.<
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"hi i love you so much marry me"
That was not what you expected to see when Apollo told you he'd text you about meeting up to hang out today. You just stopped what you were doing and stared at the text that very much was not how he typically texted. It was too relaxed and he would never lowercase an "i". Heck, looking back at previous texts, he hardly lowercased anything.
You begin texting back, only to stop as you see the bubbles pop up, letting you know that he was texting back. Well, he or someone else. With how often he gets his things stolen, you wouldn't be surprised if his phone was also taken too.
"DO NOT MARRY ME"
That caused you to snort as you knew Apollo had his phone back. You saw more dots for texting and watched as they vanished before coming back and vanishing again. Then your phone started getting a call.
"Hel-"
"It was Trucy! She took my phone! I didn't say any of that!"
"Apollo is so in love with you though!"
You had to pull your phone away from your ear at Apollo's yelling, missing what Trucy had replied with after. You think you heard Athena and Phoenix in the background, but their voices were also drowned out by Apollo's rapid apologies and excuses, and you had to save him from digging this hole.
"So, I'll see you at lunch still?" You ask, cutting him off. It's silent as your words process before Trucy pipes up.
"Yep, he'll see you then, bye!" A shout from Apollo followed before the phone was hung up. Well, that was something.
Apollo was mortified with what happened. He's sitting down with his head in his hands as Trucy and Athena are talking about flowers you like because there's no way Apollo is going to show up empty handed to confess.
"I have nothing to confess!" Apollo cuts them off, his face red and palms are sweaty. The girls stop and just stare at him. He sees Widget flashing and Phoenix chuckles.
"The Magatama doesn't lie, Apollo," Phoenix states and pats the completely red, besides his hair, boy on the back and walks out of his office, saying he'll get ramen for the group while telling Apollo to take you someplace classier, so you don't die from the salty ramen and Apollo finally gets accused of murder.
He is a nervous wreck as he gets ready to go to lunch with you. He told himself it was a friend date. He told Trucy it was a friend date. And that's what got his phone stolen and began the whole chaotic morning.
Apollo arrives twenty minutes early. The place isn't a super fancy restaurant, just a nice diner that Maya recommended before. He is waiting inside at a table and very nervous. The coffee hasn't helped his jittering. The waitress was getting annoyed with Apollo's single coffee and Apollo had given his twenty-seventh apology that day when you finally walked in, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"So this morning must have been something," you say and Apollo's head slams onto the diner table, causing a jump from a few other patron's as they look over and Apollo winces.
"Y- Yeah, sorry about that. Trucy was... was just being Trucy," he says and tries to smile but it falls flat as he looks at you. You just laugh at his expression, which does immediately make everything in the universe feel better.
"Good, I'd much prefer a confession in person than over text," you reply before talking about your day and Apollo has stopped listening. He is too stuck on what you had previously said. Were you serious? Maybe you're just messing with him? There's no way you said that.
"Apollo?"
"I AM FINE!" Is his immediate response, causing more of the clientele to glance to the table you both sat and that waitress to hate more of Apollo every second. Sorry Maya, he's never coming here again. Apollo takes a deep breath before looking to you. "W- What were you saying?"
"I was asking how you've been? Besides trying to marry me, that is." Apollo reddens more at your words. And now his mind is going back to what you had said about a confession. He just takes a deep breath and tries to think of something.
"I've been fine," he says and yes, it is his key phrase, but it's also the truth. He hasn't been involved in any complicated cases in a while. Things at the office have been good. And he's having this friend date with you. Something that he always has to remind himself that there's an emphasis on friend.
"I'm glad. I will fight your boss if you end up being overworked," you say and Apollo smiles at that.
"You can try, but I don't think anything could actually hurt him."
"I'll still try. You can defend me if he accidentally dies." Apollo chuckles and shakes his head, his previous nerves and embarrassment ebbing away, as it usually does when he has these moments with you. "Hey, you know I love you right?"
"Huh?" Any and all thoughts he had came to a crashing halt at your words. Did he hear you right? You loved him? You loved him?! "HUH?"
"Apollo-"
You didn't get to finish speaking as the waitress had enough and kicked you both out for the noise. Apollo apologized profusely, but it didn't matter as you now stood outside the diner.
"I am so sorry."
"It's okay, there's a park nearby," you tell him with a smile and Apollo nods as he follows you, his mind racing now as he's processing what you confessed to him in the diner. He keeps walking until he has to stop.
"Wait, can we talk?" He asks you and you stop and turn to look at him. Apollo sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he thinks. "You... You love me?" He asks again and the smile on your face and nod you give makes his heart beat fast.
"Yeah. I have for a while but was waiting to see if you confessed. I almost responded to the text this morning with 'let's go' until I saw you continued typing," you inform him and he's now upset that he interrupted his chance earlier.
"Ah, I see."
"If you don't like me ba-"
"I love you," he cut you off. He didn't shout, he didn't even raise his voice. It's his usual tone but with so much seriousness in his words. He's a bit surprised that he could even control his tone. A smile crosses your face and you nod.
"Great... Cool... Well, you got us kicked out of the diner so let's go to the park to finish our date instead." Apollo grinned and walked with you.
At least the park made it easier for the Wright Agency to spy on you both.
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sheeple · 2 years ago
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Unconditional
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GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Modern!au / College/Uni!au / Mob!au / Chubby!Aegon Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV show) Pairing(s): Aegon Targaryen x fem!reader Summary:  When Helaena's 'friend' suddenly comes into the picture, something about her draws Aegon in. Even when signs point to run as far, far away as he can. Warning(s): Ooc Aegon? He's a poor little insucure Meow Meow / Mob-related violence / Name calling (positive?) / Aegon has mommy issues but we already knew that / overprotective Aemond / whiney Aeg / slight Sub!Aeg / Smut? P in V (only brief) / unprotected devil’s tango [Masterlist] [Moodboard] [Teaser] [Playlist] [Instagram profiles]
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Aegon is cold, wet, and overall grumpy. He missed breakfast this morning because he slept in, all thanks to his hangover. "When is this friend of yours supposed to come, Hel?"
Both Helaena and Aemond roll their eyes annoyed. They have been standing outside waiting for five minutes while it slowly started to rain. Aemond told him to bring a jacket or umbrella, but Aegon just laughed and said umbrellas are for wimps.
Aemond looks down at his older brother with a smug grin as he angles his black umbrella so that droplets fall on Aegon's head.
At that moment, a flashy sports car comes speeding around the corner and stops in front of their feet. A window rolls down and loud phonk music pours out.
A woman ─ you ─ leans over and smiles widely at Helaena, "hey, sugar tits. You wanna have a good time?"
Both the Targaryen boys' eyes grow wide. How dare someone talk like that to their sister? Aemond is ready to throw some fists but is stopped by Helaena giggling in glee.
She opens the car door and falls on the seat with a smile. "Do you even know what a good time is slut?"
Unsurely, the two brothers also get in the car and before they are buckled in, the car speeds away.
While Helaena grabs your phone and changes the music, Aegon studies you through the mirror. A careless smile adores your face as his sister switches the music to something more to her taste, eyes flicking between the road and the girl next to you.
Aemond is the first of the brothers to speak up. "How do you two... know each other." He raises an eyebrow as he looks sceptically at you. 
You make eye contact with Aemond's single eye. "We took the same class in our first year before I─"
The loud grumbling of Aegon's stomach interrupts your sentence, making you look at him through the rearview mirror. 
"Sorry", mumbles Aegon in embarrassment. His cheeks colour bright red as he lays a hand on his belly.
"Are you okay, Darling?"
The concern surprises the white-haired man. He has never met a person who ─ immediately after meeting someone ─ shows so much concern. Not even his mother does it, and she's been 'caring' for him for almost twenty-six years. 
Aegon shakes his head. "N-no... I just haven't eaten yet."
A frown grows on your face. "You have to eat well, Darling. Do you need me to stop somewhere? There is a Taco Bell not far from here."
The three Targaryen siblings are baffled. Helaena is used to you wanting to take care of everybody around you, but this is new. Never in the years she knows you has she seen you immediately being so... you to anyone so quickly.
While Aegon sputters and stumbles over his words, claiming that he's okay, he has a pizza in the fridge waiting for him, Aemond's eye darkens. Something's off about you. He knows that. And it's not for the fact that you're kind to his brother.
It's for the fact that your knuckles have bandages messily taped over them, blood seeping through the gauze on the inside. Is that why you were late?
Your eyes meet Aemond's single on accident through the rearview mirror and you cock your head to the side. What's his problem? Ever since he set foot in your car, you have felt his glare on the back of your head.
You turn your attention back to Helaena, who's telling a story about that one asshole professor the both of you had in the first year. And how he hasn't changed in all those years.
"He then turns to this girl who sits in the front row and says: 'that means that one of your ancestors was a bastard from Dorne, seeing as your last name is Sand'. I swear this girl would burst out in tears the way he said." Helaena angrily folds her arms over each other with a huff.
You shake your head. "Prof Rys never had chill. I bet he is a bastard himself or something, the way he acts about them."
Before Helaena can retort back, Aemond buts in.
"What do you do, exactly?", he snarks, "if you're not going to uni, what do you do?"
"Aemond!", scolds Helaena, turning around and whacking him on his head.
You laugh, "it's okay, Len. I own multiple clubs, bars, and pubs all around the country."
"And for that, you need bruised knuckles?" Aemond challenges you. You know that. He is searching for more, for something behind the curtain.
The cat gets filled with awkward tention while Helaena throws daggars at her brother.
"Oh would you look at that", you say in faux surprise, stopping in front of their building. "Look's like you're home." Your smile drops and you glower coldly at the youngest Targaryen sibling.
Aemond practically kicks the door open and scowls inside the building, his hands in his pockets. Helaena apologises to you embarrassed.
"It's okay, love. He clearly hasn't had his day. We text?"
"We text." She squeezes your hand before getting out.
You roll down the passenger's window and smile at Aegon, who stands behind his sister. "Remember to eat, yeah darling?" He nods meekly, wetting his lips.
Winking at the siblings, you close the window and speed off. You've got a text from Harwin saying the scumbag talked. You wonder if it was before or after breaking his kneecaps.
That night, Aegon lays on his back, staring at the ceiling while his mind is on you. There is something so... mesmerizing about you. If it is the way your hair falls, how your eyes shined when you talked to him, or how you carelessly smiled with Helaena, he doesn't know.
A smile grows on his face as he turns around, fist gripping one of the many extra pillows on his bed. Oh, how he wishes he can see you again soon.
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A couple days later Aegon sees his sister standing in the doorway of her room, checking out her outfit from afar. "How do I look?", she asks as she spots Aegon through the mirror.
"Like a pigeon."
Helaena rolls her eyes. As usual, very helpful. 
"Where are you going?" Aegon follows her around the room with his eyes while she searches for a pair of high heels and a bag.
"Y/n has invited me to hang around the VIP section of The Graveyard."
A sudden flutter goes through his body and stops in Aegon's stomach, buzzing around like a kid on a sugar high. "Y/n?"
"I rather have the two of you not go out tonight", grumbles Aemond from the hallway and turns his phone around for them to read.
THE STRANGER STRIKES AGAIN. DIRTY POLITICIAN FOUND DEAD. 
Helaena dry heaves as Aegon stares in disgust at the photo the article has provided of the politician. All his fingers are cut off and stuffed in his mouth. The word RAT is carved in his forehead in big, bold letters while his mouth is sewn shut. The article states that The Stranger has published multiple documents online exposing the politician, who has stolen millions from the sick and poor. 
Many, many years ago, during medieval times The Seven were worshipped as Gods. Through the years, they turned into mob and mafia bosses but all fall under The Father. He is the most powerful, from money to influence. People have suspicions that it is a politician or judge.
The Mother has the pharmaceutical industry in her pockets, as well as almost all the hospitals and clinics in the country. The Warrior owns the totality of the armies and all the cops. 
Most, if not all, real estate is from The Smith. Most of the projects in development get money from him. The Maiden, for not that long, has ownership over the sex work. It's said since she has taken hold of the industry it has gotten a lot safer for those who work in brothels and clubs.
The Crone keeps the cultural aspect of society alive. She makes sure that libraries, concert halls, and theatres keep their doors open and that people can learn and grow.
At last, is The Stranger. They have no 'official' business, but rather they are the executioner of The Seven. They make people disappear, get information out of someone with rather... interesting methods, or silence them.
To everybody in Westeros, this is common knowledge. Everyone also knows that they shouldn't mess with The Seven. The politician is a perfect example. What isn't known, is who those people are. Speculations are that for hundreds of years, the same families carry those titles, passed from parent to child.
Helaena ignores Aemond and continues to get dressed. "Nothing's gonna happen, Aem. It's least likely that The Stranger is going to strike again. And besides, I'm with Y/n."
Aemond pinches his nose bridge, sighing extravagantly. "That is exactly what I'm worried about. I don't trust her."
Aegon turns angrily to his brother. How dare he say that? He has only met you once and he already is so sure about his opinion of you.
"I don't care", she dares him, "I'm still going. And Aegon is going with me, aren't you?" His sister turns to him and looks with big eyes, motioning him to do as she says.
Aegon, all too glad to see you again, tries to contain his excitement with a short nod. "Yeah, since I have nothing better to do, I thought I would come with."
The tallest Targaryen sibling angrily huffs and turns around, stomping off. 
"Are you ready to go? the Uber is almost here... You're not wearing that, are you?" Helaena fixes the last of her makeup in the mirror before looking at him with raised eyebrows.
Aegon looks down at his clothes ─ a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt with holes. He hurries to his room and has a small crisis about what to wear. He knows what looks good on him. He knows what will get him girls to hook up with. But with you, he's not sure. For one, he does not want to just hook up with you.
Even though you're his sister's age, you are a woman. One who has lived in the real world for a while now. You're probably not interested in boys. Because that is what Aegon is; a college-aged boy. 
He's reminded of the fact when he walks into the Graveyard and sees you perched on a barstool in a black dress with a leg slit and your red-painted lips drawn into a teasing smile. You're entertaining a man with shoulder-length hair. Aegon can't see who it is since his back is turned towards him. But the man is broad and he for sure could break bones with ease.
Helaena wildly waves with her hands above her head and it gets your attention. The smile grows to that one of glee as you hop off the stool, making your way over to them.
Hugging Helaena, you close your eyes. "It's so good to see you! You look absolutely stunning!" You make Helaena do a twirl.
"You too! I am obsessed with this dress, oh my Gods! I hope you don't mind that Aegon came with? I texted you before we left."
Pulling your phone out of your bra, you check the messages that you missed. With a nod, you put the device back. "Oh yeah, I see... I had a meeting, so I put it on silent. Do you guys want anything to drink?"
You lead them up a pair of stairs that are closed off by a velvet rope and security opens it for you and them to pass through. 
As you all settle in the booth, you turn to the sibling pair. "It's 2000's night, so expect a lot of Timberland, Sean Paul, and Christina Aguilera."
You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn your head. Harwin. He looks at you in earnest before motioning for you to follow him with a nod. 
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back." You meet Aegon's eyes and smile at him. You stand up and squeeze his underarm. 
Harwin leads you to your office and you close the door behind you. He stands in the middle of the room, his fists balled and his lips tight. "How do you know them?"
You raise your eyebrows. "Who? Helaena and Aegon? What is it to you?" Walking towards your desk, you lean against it.
"They... they're-" Harwin sighs, running a hand over his face. "They are no good. Helaena is the best of the lot, but Aegon and Aemond... You need to stay away from them."
Pushing off the desk, you go stand in front of him, tilting your head up so you can look him in the eyes. "How do you know that?"
Harwin hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words. "My wife's their half-sister. Her father re-married and out came them. There is also another one, but he's in Oldtown. They're all spoiled brats!"
With a deep inhale, you try to put all the information in the right order. So... Harwin's in-laws are the age of his own children? But they're all biologically connected? What in the world...
"And what is so wrong about Aegon? He seems quite lovely."
The man grabs both of your hands in a fatherly matter, a sorry look on his face. "Don't do this to yourself. I know that look, it was the same one your father had in his eyes after meeting our mother."
Before you can protest, he hushes you. "He's a boy, Y/n. He parties until he almost has alcohol poisoning, sleeps around with no regard for their feelings, and loves getting in trouble."
Pulling your hands back, your face hardens. "I get that you and your family have their judgements about them, but Helaena's been nothing but a good friend to me so I won't let you talk about her brother like that. You are not my father, Harwin. He's dead and I've been taking care of myself for all these years, so I don't need you to start doing that now."
You turn around and walk briskly out of the office, leaving your second-hand man in the middle of the room.
How dares he? You get that he wants to look out for you, but he's out of line. You can judge for your own if Aegon is truly what Harwin says he is. You don't need his prejudice to swarm your judgement.
Besides, you know that you can't take this too far. Aegon is an innocent civillian. You can't pull him into your world without being sure he's one hundred per cent okay and ready to face it. It's all innocent fun, right?
You take a deep breath before you go sit back in the booth where you left Helaena and Aegon. Only Helaena is gone and has left Aegon on his own. He looks up from his phone with big eyes, but a smile grows on his face once he sees it's you. 
"Where's Hel?", your question, looking around to maybe spot her.
Aegon puts his phone in his pocket, focusing on your face. "She went to grab something to drink but she got distracted and is dancing. Look, right there." He points towards the crowd, but when he notices you're looking to the wrong side, Aegon grabs your hand and guides your pointer finger to where his sister is twirling around.
You laugh out loud at the sight of Helaena totally minding her own business, oblivious to the many stares she's getting.
"Do you also want to dance?" You turn to face Aegon. What you didn't realise is while Aegon helped you to point to Helaena, your faces are practically next to each other. Now that you turned your head, your noses almost touched.
Aegon's cheeks turn a violent prink as he doesn't know what to do. Normally he would have taken the chance to kiss the girl, but he doesn't dare to do that to you. You're far too beautiful to just kiss so carelessly.
You don't wait for his reply and just pull Aegon to the dance floor. At first, he's awkward and doesn't know what to do. You grab his hands and place them on your middle.
"I love this part", you say as the music slows down. Your lips are touching his ear shell. Was it a seducing technique? Who knows.
Aegon feels that the time, like the song, slows down as he watches you dance with your eyes closed and smile. The multiple coloured lights dance over your face and give you an ethereal glow. 
His hands on your waist tighten their grip and pull you flush against his body. Your eyes open and watch how he smiles much more confidently than all the times before. It widens your own and you two sway from side to side together, feeling the music. 
Aegon twirls you around, and it earns a giggle from you. "Where is this sudden confidence comming from?", you ask as you lay both of your hands on his chest. You feel his heart beat rapidly under your right hand and it tells you that he's maybe not as confident as he looks. "It's cute."
"Is it good cute or bad cute?" He cocks his head to the side, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
You pretend to think for a moment. "It's cute."
Aegon smiles amused, you're flirting with him. He's at a loss for words, so he's saying the first thing that comes across his brain. "Ha- have I already told you how beautiful you look?" 
There is something so endearing about Aegon, you decide then and there.  He gets a spurt of confidence but then he just forgets it. So suddenly. He eyes you shyly through his lashes all while putting on the most blinding and radiating smile you've ever seen.
You spend hours dancing together, him twirling you around and jumping up and down. You don't even notice your heels are killing you until you take a moment to sit back down and drink something.
Groaning, you slip out of your shoes and pull your feet up on the seat, so they're not touching the nasty ground. Aegon comes back with two glasses of something and slides next to you. He grabs your feet and pulls you close to him.
And you two just talk. About everything and nothing. Especially life.
"Excuse me, how many times did you say?", you ask baffled.
Aegon grins sheepishly. "Yeah... I'm on my tenth major right now. The uni allows it because dad's a huge benefactor of the school."
You lean back. "So... y'all rich?"
"I-I wouldn't call us ri-rich. We're comfortable..." His cheeks colour a bright red as he stammers out.
A soft smile grows on his face. "It's okay, Aegon. There is nothing wrong with having more money than the average citizen. And also not with not knowing what to do once you hit uni age. Way too early we have to choose what we will do for the rest of our lives, in my opinion at least."
Aegon looks in wonder at the woman who sits next to him. They are almost the same age but she's so much wiser beyond her age. 
"Why did you drop out?" 
The sudden question surprises you. It also seems to surprise and embarrass Aegon as he shrinks in himself.
"I... dropped out because my father died", you begin, looking at the half-empty glass on the table and how the condensation slowly drips down, "I am- was his only child, so everything came down on me. I knew that I couldn't keep my father's legacy afloat while attending university, so I choose what was the best."
"Was it the best for you?", asks Aegon quietly, reaching for your hand.
You swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't know." It comes out in nearly a whisper, but he has heard it.
Aegon doesn't hesitate for a moment and pulls you in a hug, laying his head on your shoulder.
The hug goes as quickly as it comes, and you push him away. You don't know what to do, so you fake a jawn. "Oh gosh, I'm actually really tired. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?"
Aegon nods, defeated. He knows he has taken it a step too far. What was he thinking?!
You tell him to wait outside as you go seek Helaena. You return alone, telling him that Helaena said she would get back home on her own because she found a couple friends from uni.
The ride back to the Targaryen sibling's apartment is very quiet, apart from the radio playing some pop songs.
"Can I tell you a secret?", you say after a while. "I'm actually quite scared of driving in the dark."
Aegon turns to you with raised eyes. "If you want, I could take over?"
You shake your head. "Thank you, but it's okay. It has quite the irony, believe me. Most of my business is conducted in the dark, with all the clubs and bars and such. I have really bad astigmatism, but wearing glasses in this profession is pretty impractical."
The eldest Targaryen sibling nods, drumming along with the music. He watches the cars pass by, before turning his gaze towards you. He studies your face again, finding new exciting details. And they are the most mundane things. Like how you scan the road, looking ever so often in the rearview mirror.
It's every freckle and mole that adorns your face. Every dimple and scar. The way your nose is shaped. The little peach fuzz that he spots when your profile is lighted from behind.
"I sing."
"Excuse me?"
"I sing and hum when I am scared. When I drive alone, I put on Disney songs to keep my mind at ease." You admit, glancing at Aegon to gauge his reaction.
If there is one flaw you had to name about yourself, it would be your fear to drive in the dark. It's stupid, for a member of The Seven to be scared of driving when the sun is down, but too much bad shit happens at night.
A smile grows on his face. Aegon feels really special that you tell him this. Nobody ever tells him something personal. And he doesn't blame them. Normally he doesn't give a shit about other people.
But you aren't other people. At least not to him.
Nothing else is said for the remainder of the car ride to the Targaryen siblings' residential. And neither Aegon nor you feel the need to say something. A comfortable silence hangs between you two.
You pull up to the building, and Aegon undoes his seatbelt. "Thank you", he says, smiling shyly.
You reach over and kiss him on his cheek. "Have a good night, Darling."
His cheeks grow hot and he stumbles out of the car, waving at you as he fumbles his way inside the building. Once he is in the elevator, he leans against the wall and exhales loudly. He is so fucking in love with you.
Later that night, when Aegon lays in his bed, he stares up at his phone. He feels really bad that he's doing this. But after tonight, he can't stay away from you. So, he decides, he's going to find your Instagram account. He wants to start with searching your name, but there are way too many Y/n's to just do that. Plus, he doesn't know your last name.
Having a eureka moment, Aegon goes to his sister's account. You're sure to come by at some point.
Helaena follows over a million people, so there's no way he could find you in the pile. He does search your name but to no avail. He next tackles his sister's story highlights with her friends. You are sure to come by at one point.
He taps at rapid speed through the photos of his sister with her friends, their cousins and nephews. 
He once taps wrong and ends up on Aemond's Insta. Pretentious fucker, only posting 'aesthetic' pictures of himself, himself shirtless, or his stupid piano. Ugh.
Just as he wants to give up, there are you. You and Helaena hang off of each other, big smiles on your faces and a cig in between Hel's fingers. Your account is tagged as stragner. He never could have guessed that. 
The content also does not say a lot. Only 9 posts. Travelling photos, dropped coffee, a cute snowman, and embroidery. Huh, thinks Aegon, he would never have considered it. But at the same time isn't so strange to imagine you with an embroidery hoop.
His thumb hovers over the follow button. At the last second, he decides not to. Except he has a big ass thumb and accidentally taps on the button. 
Aegon jumps a metre in the air, throwing his phone across his room and hiding under his covers. Stupid stupid STUPID. He and his stupid fat fingers.
From across town, you lay curled up on the couch watching a series you meant to catch up on a while ago when your phone dings next to you.
You pick up your phone and when you see the notification, you're giggling like a little schoolgirl.
[INSTAGRAM] aegs started to follow you
How in the seven hells did he find you? You scroll through his account. The previous smile you had now grows even wider. He posts a lot of pictures of himself ─ not all even pretty but still endearing. A couple of memes pass by and also funny pictures of animals. It's charming.
Without hesitation, you press the Follow back button and throw your phone on the couch next to you, not daring to look if he sends you a dm or something.
Oh, how grateful you are Helaena convinced you to make an Insta account.
That night the both of you go sleeping with big ass smiles on your faces. Your cheeks still hurt the morning you wake up.
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[aegs] Hey, idk if this is too forwards, but do you want to hang out some time? [aegs] Totally no pressure if you're too busy or anything
Aegon feels like an idiot. More than he normally is. He has debated the whole night about sending you a dm. You're a busy person who has probably better things to do than text with some guy.
He nearly chokes in his serial when he sees the notification flash by. You replied. You even liked his first message.
[stragner] Of course! Sounds fun [stragner] I am really busy tomorrow and the day after that, tho... But Thursday I'm free!
Thursday... Thursday... Is he free? Aegon checks his calendar to make sure he's one hundred per cent sure he has nothing else. He has classes, but he could ditch that. Wait... you wouldn't like him to do that. So he can't do that. 
[aegs] I do have classes, but after I'm fully yours!
Aegon cringes at his own desperation. Even though he feels anxious about your reply. 
Meanwhile, you type away, deleting some before deciding to not change anything and just send it.
[stragner] That sounds like a plan. Should I pick you up? I know this very pretty coffee place we could grab a cuppa
Putting your phone in your back pocket, you turn around and put on your game face. Harwin is holding a man up by his hair, his face swollen with bruises and a mix of blood, snot, and tears running down his face.
It was easy to lure the man. Putting your tits in his face while grinning down at him and he didn't see you putting drugs in his morning coffee.
Grabbing a pair of pliers, you approach the man. "I'll ask you one last time, nicely. Where did the shipment go?"
Snorting snot back, the man's bottom lip quivers. "I-I don't know! I did-didn't work that ni-night!"
"WRONG!" You motion for Harwin to hold down his hand and you yank out a nail. The man wails in pain while you study the nail. "You have nine more nails and I have all the time in the world. I will get the truth, even if it means I have to pull out all your toenails."
After the third nail, the man repents. "It was R'hllor! R'hllor stole the shipment!"
Pulling back, you look at the man. "R'hllor?"
He nods desperately. "Y-yes! R'hllor wants to make his way to Westeros! He has multiple politicians and police officers in his pocket!"
"It's such a shame...", you tut, grabbing his chin to lift his gaze to meet your eyes. "Such a shame that the only thing you can spew is old news, honey."
The man thrashes wildly against Harwin's iron grip as you move back to the station with all your tools, only to grab the jerrycan with gasoline. 
"Did you know", you begin as you pour the liquid onto the man, "in the olden days, ceremonies held for R'hllor involved fire. It was believed that, when staring into a flame, his followers would receive prophecies. Shall we check if it's true?"
Striking a match, you let it dance in front of your face before you flick it towards the man, the gasoline catching on fire and burning the man in mere seconds. 
Harwin hands you a rag so that you can clean your hands, "so R'hllor's trying to expand out of Essos? Bossman won't be happy with this news."
You shrug. "When is he ever happy? Should we tell him before or after he had his breakfast coffee?" 
Both of you check your watches. 9:36 AM. "After", you both agree, making your way up the stairs of the basement, letting the man behind ─ still screaming and thrashing as the flames burn away at his skin.
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Thursday morning stands Aegon in front of his closet in his underpants, hands on his hips while staring at his clothes. What is date appropriate but doesn't scream desperate? That doesn't scream 'please fuck me'. He's not that desperate... he thinks...
Aemond's head peeks through the crack of Aegon's door, his nose upturned. "Don't forget that Cole is picking us up after school to bring us to mum."
The eldest brother turns his eyes towards his brother. "What? Why?" 
"Dinner before the gala, remember dinkwad?" Aemond rolls his singular eye annoyed and slams the door after him.
Fuck... there goes Aegon's plans to woo you. He grabs his phone and quickly sends you a text.
[aegs] I am so sorry but I have to take a rain check on our date. Mum's suddenly expecting us this afternoon🙄
[stragner] Oh... [stragner] No worries tho. Another time?
[aegs] Yes! [aegs] Definitely! [aegs] I promise, scout's honour🤞
Aegon is annoyed. He could have spent his afternoon with you, enjoying time together. But instead, he's at home picking at his food while his mother gushes about Aemond and how great he is doing at school. Barf.
Picking at his food, his attention is pulled towards his mother. "I've had your suit sent to the dry cleaners. I expect you to be on your best behaviour tonight. So no flirting with guests, or eyeing the waiters."
Aegon lifts up one eyebrow annoyed while nodding, his eyes still focussed on his asperges. "I'll be on my best behaviour, mother."
The night has not yet begun and he's already annoyed. And it doesn't help that once he tries on his suit, it barely fits him.
Yes, Aegon knows that he let himself go the past years, but he always used to bounce back. But now, his stomach isn't as flat as it used to be and his sides are softer, rounder.
Helaena passes by his room and hears him huff. She peeks her head inside and sees him mentally struggling with his suit. She quickly goes to her own room and returns with a plastic bag. 
Aegon hears a knock and is surprised to see Helaena with a soft smile on her face. "I wanted to give you this on your birthday, but it seems like you need this now."
He hesitantly grabs the bag and pulls out a three-piece suit. It's a nice dark green colour. It looks and feels really expensive. "Thanks, Hel", he says, giving her a genuine smile.
A while later, all dressed and ready, Aegon follows after his family as they walk in fashionably late into the gala event. His father walks next to his mother, heavily relying on his cane. Aemond guides Helaena into the venue and that leaves Aegon to fend for himself.
He miserably stares into his wine glass, looking around the room with a curled-up lip. All these rich people pretend to care about whatever charity is hosting this gala while they just want to flaunt their wealth. It makes him sick. It makes him long for a simpler life, one without 
Aegon's eyes scan the room but halt on a figure standing with their back towards him talking with his half-sister and her husband. They are dressed in a simple, floor-length black dress with a slit and sheer red gloves that end just above their elbows. 
They throw their hair over their shoulder and Aegon swears his heart stops. It's you. And you have never been more beautiful. 
You throw your head back in a laugh and hit Rhaenyra's husband on his shoulder. No... it can't be... Aegon swore he vaguely recognised that man from the club. Since when does Rhaenyra's husband work for you?
Rhaenyra says something and he sees you turn around. As you spot him, a large and genuine smile grows on your face and you excuse yourself.
Aegon nervously straightens out his three-piece suit and does a quick breath check. 
"Don't you look like a handsome young man", you muse, reaching out and brush a stray hair out of his face. "The colour suits you well. Why don't you do a spin?"
He awkwardly turns on his heels, and you clasp your hands together. Aegon feels his cheeks heat up. "You look very pretty, Darling. Have they left you behind?
You motion with your head to his sister ─ who sits with their father, happily munching on a piece of cake ─ and his brother and mother ─ who look at you with their lips curled up.
Aegon groans softly, knowing what that means. And yup, as he suspected, his mother hightails over to him and you. Aemond's gaze trained on them like a hawk, a scowl on his face.
"Aegon who... is this?" Allicent does a once over, her eyes travelling up your figure, obviously judging. "Wait... I know you. Don't you work for Harwin Strong? 
You hold out your hand for her to shake with a confident smile and introduce yourself. "Actually, Harwin works for me, Mrs Targaryen."
This makes the woman's eyebrows raise in surprise, an unreadable look on her face. "My. Aren't you a bit young to be- what exactly are you?" 
A soft 'mom!' comes from Aegon, embarrassed. You grab his hand to let him know it's alright. "I own a security company, ma'am. I had to, unfortunately, take over the family business after my father's untimely passing. But I'm sure you must've already known this, being in-laws and everything." The smile you give Alicent is big and tooth-rottenly kind, in a fake way. 
"Well, it was nice talking to you." And with that, his mother turns away to go back to the table to sit next to her son. They angrily whisper to each other. Their glances and glares are quite obvious.
"I'm sorry-", begins Aegon, but you take his face in both of your hands, a worried look in your eyes.
"Are you okay, Honey?"
He nods sheepishly. You haven't called him Honey before, and it sends the butterflies in his stomach bustling. 
You sigh, fixing your gloves, and cock your head to the side. "To be honest, I'm pretty much done with all this peacocking. I do have to speak to a handful of people. What do you say? Want to join me before ditching this whole affair?"
You hold out your hand and Aegon takes it excitedly with a nod. You pull him around the room. And while you talk with people — which Aegon does not even have the care for to listen to the topics — you don't let go of him. Every time you have to shake someone's hand, you are sure to grab his arm with your other. Never losing contact.
And as you promised, in no time the two of you are in your car and speeding away from the event.
The way to your house is closer to his own apartment than Aegon thought. You drive the car into the underground parking and park the car in a marked spot with your apartment number.
You lead him to the elevator and scan a card before pressing a button. The doors close and Aegon feels the elevator move up.
The two of you stand next to each other, shoulders touching. Suddenly, you sign frustrated and whisper a ‘fuck it’.
As Aegon wants to turn to you and ask what is wrong, you grab him by his tie and smash your lips against his. The kiss is hungry, full of desperation and want. 
Aegon does not know what to do with his hands, holding them up in the air surprised.
You pull away from him, lipstick smutched. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips. With a sigh, you release the tie and take a step back. "I'm sorry. I should have asked." You hang your head down in shame. Damn you for assuming.
Aegon reaches out and pushes your chin up before connecting your lips again. This time in a softer manner. His hand goes from your chin to your cheek, before it ends up on your neck and pulls you flushed against him.
You hum satisfied, gripping his shoulders and lean in even more than you would have thought possible. You bite his bottom lip softly, releasing it with a pop.
A soft whimper leaves Aegon's lips as your own trail down the corner of his lips, to his yaw and sucking on his neck. He rolls his head to the side, giving you more access while his hand laces into your hair.
The elevator doors roll open and you pull away. Your lips are puffy and red, your chest rising rapidly as you watch Aegon come back from cloud seven. 
"Come on", you say and take his hand, leading him into your penthouse.
On the way to your bedroom, you've lost both your gloves and your high heels, while Aegon is on his bare feet and his tie hangs loosely around his neck. The jacket he wore is thrown somewhere your gloves also have ended up.
Reaching your bedroom, you push him down to your bed. Aegon leans back on his elbows. You push the straps of your dress down, and it lands on the ground. Aegon's eyes are transfixed on your boobs. They have to be the most perfect pair he has ever seen. And he has seen a lot.
"What is that?", he whispers with a smile, eyes fixated on the black strips holding up your boobs.
You roll your eyes, pulling the tape off your body. "You don't think my tits stay up by themselves, do you? Darling, gravity isn't the biggest fan of breasts."
Aegon sits up, pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I don't care, I like 'em." He presses a kiss above your belly button and smiles up at you.
You feel the heat creep up onto your face, and you look away smiling. "Shut up and get undressed."
"Yes ma'am", he smiles, and reaches for his blouse, but he hesitates.
You notice the quiver in his hands, and you reach out. "We don't have to be doing anything you don't like, Aegon. Just say the word and we can just chill on the couch."
But Aegon shakes his head, "no, I want this. I want you. But I'm... I'm scared you aren't going to like what you see."
Aegon knows his confidence is mostly an act to hide the fact that most days, he feels too fat and too lumpy.
With a shake of your head, you take his hands. "You could never disappoint me, Darling. May I..?" You refer to his shirt and Aegon nods.
Unbuttoning his blouse, you push the fabric off his shoulders. You take him in. Yes, his curves are round and his belly has faint stretch marks. But that makes him all more desirable to you. 
In a world that is harsh and rough, you need something soft.
"You're perfect", you whisper before kissing him again with much vigour. And this time, Aegon knows what to do. He wraps his hands around your sides and pulls you on top of him, a thick thigh between your legs. 
You hold his face as you grind against his thigh, creating friction on your core. Breaking the kiss, you moan out. Aegon lifts you off so he can shimmy out of his pants and underwear. You pull down your panties and fling them across the room.
Now that the two of you are finally naked — in Aegon's opinion — you crawl on his lap and reach for his penis. You squeeze him, swiping your thumb over his tip. Aegon moans loudly.
"Please", he whimpers.
"Please what?" You raise an eyebrow and pump him slowly
Aegon lifts his hips into your hand, "please- I- I- I can't! I have to feel you."
Taking pity, you let go of his cock and throw one leg over him, straddling him. You line up his dick and slowly lower yourself.
As you sink down on Aegon's cock, one hand gripping your hip and his other on a tit, with his head thrown back into the pillow in ecstasy, you don't notice a text flashing by on your phone screen.
[BOSSMAN] Enjoy your toy while it lasts
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