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Blood and Honey - Tom Riddle x Female Reader | Part 2

Summary: After a week of avoidance and contemplation, you finally come face to face with Tom during Slughorn’s Christmas party. Tension runs high, you swear you hate him, but he’s too addictive to resist.

Warnings: heavy romantic tones, enemies to lovers, cat calling, premarital sex, alcohol, fingering, oral (f!receiving), PiV, Tom is not effected by Amortentia in this AU (everyone is over 18)

BOOMSHAKALAKA

If your mother happened to know that you’d done in the medical ward the week prior, she would have a stroke, or at least a heart attack. If there’s one thing your muggle parents always taught you never to do, it was premarital physical relations. It was the 1940’s, sex after marriage was the done thing, but it was a bit different in the wizarding world.

Some students at Hogwarts engaged in thrilling affairs in the school bathrooms or their common rooms when no one else was around, but you never considered it until your endeavours with Tom in the infirmary.

You were thinking about him all week, every day, every hour. You avoided corridors he walked through just so he wouldn’t see you. You’d been avoiding class, studying in your dorm and in hidden corners of the library. One of your friends was a prefect for Ravenclaw, so sometimes you crashed her classes and used the prefect common room as well.

Tom noticed all this from afar.

Your avoidance from him made him curious, but inside he was amused. He found your denial of the situation rather interesting, wondering if you still felt any resentment towards him after what happened. To him, he expected you to pull back. He done things to you no man has ever done, you didn’t know how else to react.

You once sat in class together since it happened, both at other sides of the classroom, but the tension was thick and you felt a hot buzz between your thighs the entire lesson. It was hard concentrating on the subject the professor was teaching when you felt Toms eyes on you the entire time. Safe to say you were the first one who left when class ended.

Today, you had to attend charms class after being warned by one of your professors, knowing your attendance would drop if you continued missing out. So begrudgingly, you took your seat as the first student in class and waited nervously for the others to flood in.

You were sitting at the back of class in your usual seat, scribbling down the topic for today and preparing yourself for the lesson when you noticed him walk in.

Tom was laughing with one of his friends, Avery, who always seemed to get on your nerves. The black haired Slytherin didn’t even notice you at the back of class as he took his seat at the front, making room for Avery as the two opened their satchels and took out their jotters.

You looked away from him quickly, already feeling nauseous as you chewed the tip of your pencil. Others came in a short while afterwards and all took their seats, ready for the lesson.

Your professor started the lecture off by asking the class questions to check their knowledge about advanced charms, he bounced about the class until he eventually asked you a question about the Homorphus charm. You answered confidently, but the sound of your voice rattled Tom’s brain out of boredom. He turned his head, eyes wide with surprise as they settled on your figure at the back of the classroom. Your eyes connected for a brief second, but a sharp jolt of electricity flowed through your veins when you saw the way he looked at you.

Tom turned back around in his seat and suppressed a smile, not a smirk, but a relieved smile. He was glad you were back in class, he didn’t want to be the reason you stopped attending and cause a bad grade.

But Tom noticed the heavy blush adorning your cheeks, the dark hue giving away your embarrassment. He turned his attention back to the professor, hiding an amused smirk.

You scurried out of class clutching your jotters and textbooks, red in the face as you targeted the library for some privacy. The air thickened with uneasy tension after Tom noticed your attendance, you felt sweat on your back and in your palms just at the thought. You pulled open the library doors, making sure it shut behind you before you continued forward.

You walked into a random isle and leaned against the books, exhaling loudly but thankfully no one was around to hush you. You were so on edge, but you weren’t entirely sure if it was a good or bad thing. On one hand, you had to face Tom again at some point after what happened, but on the other hand it was absolutely terrifying. Your body trembled and behind your eyes flashed the memories of what he did to you.

You looked down at your legs, closing your eyes as you remembered his tongue against your wounded thigh, the way his eyes darkened as his tongue caught your blood. Your grip tightened on your textbooks as you recalled his lips against your most intimate areas, his teeth constantly nipping at you as if he was memorising your taste.

A frustrated sigh left your chapped lips as you pulled up a chair at a free study desk just by the window, opening up a random book and forcing yourself to read the contents. Yet nothing could stop your thoughts pushing their way to your attention, you could practically feel his hot breath on you as you covered your face with your hands.

The memory of him stained your soul, the way he made you feel so vulnerable and defenceless against the hospital bed. He had you in his grip in those moments, making you come undone with just his tongue and fingers, it hurt your ego.

You’d admittedly touched yourself countless times after, trying to match the same orgasms he gave you, but nothing ever worked. The only thing that gave you a brief release was your pillow, but even that was rare due to the other girls in your dorm.

Someone abruptly broke you out of your endless trance, your own friend Samantha, who shared potions class with you. She sat down loudly beside you, startling some other students in the process, and placed her hand on your wrist.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you” She chuckled, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she looked at you excitedly. You cleared your throat and smiled, turning so you could face her.

“What for?” You asked politely, hoping you didn’t look too suspicious before she arrived.

Samantha closed your textbook and grabbed both of your hands, green eyes glistening in the candlelight above your desk.

“Well, for starters, Slughorns been trying to reach you all week but couldn’t find you at all,” The Slytherin student smirked, noticing your eyebrow raise in question.

“He wants you to attend tomorrow’s Slug club party” Her words caused you to groan, purposefully banging your head against the desk as you realised the party was this close. You knew it was happening before the Christmas holidays, it was Slughorns way of welcoming the students back for another term, you even attended the one last year.

“Merlin’s beard, I didn’t realise it was that close” You leaned back in your seat with defeat, looking at Samantha when she giggled at your reaction.

“I’ve been invited as well so you can borrow one of my dresses if you’re short of things to wear” She offered kindly, but you weren’t even sure if she was the same size as you. She saw the hesitance in your eyes and smiled.

“You can come to my dorm before the party, we can get ready together” She squeezed your hands for reassurance. You couldn’t help but nod, not wanting to disappoint her.

Samantha clapped her hands together, happy with your answer. She knew you a lot better than many people at Hogwarts, she’d been your friend for over a year now and without her you’d stay in your shell. But with her support, you could probably survive Slughorns party tomorrow night.

But as you packed your things and left for your dorm, you stopped dead in your tracks when you realised who was also going to Slughorns party. You felt like one of the castle ghosts face palmed you, you felt so stupid.

Tom was going to Slughorns party too. He went to every one, but never under these circumstances. Everytime you both went previously, the night had been full of snarky comments and comments that could’ve been regarded as bullying. But now, oh, why now.

You walked back to your dorm with your tail between your legs, dreading tomorrow.

The next day came too fast, and so did the moons sudden appearance outside Samantha’s dorm window, reminding you of the time. Slughorns party started at 7 o’clock, it was currently 6:15. Since Samantha’s dorm was so close to Slughorns quarters, it would only be a minutes walk.

You were sitting on the floor cross legged beside Samantha, applying makeup next to the small vanity just beside her bed. The mirror was wide enough for the two of you, knees touching and elbows occasionally bumping. You looked on theme, eyes dark with black liner and lips tinted with rose powder. The party was always darkly lit and attendees would always wear black or dark coloured clothing.

Samantha curled your hair and assisted with your outfit. You opted to wear something comfortable, knowing you wouldn’t spend long at the party. You ended up wearing a knee length dress with short sleeves and a square neckline. It was a perfect balance of casual and endearing.

Slipping on your shoes, you followed Samantha out of the girls dormitory and down the stairs into the common room, arm in arm. A few students lounged on the couches, mostly male, and whistled at the two of you as you left the staircase. Samantha didn’t shy away from the attention and blew a kiss at them, but you just smiled and waved, not sure how to react at the sudden attention. The boys continued howling and calling after you, but Samantha quickly dragged the two of you out into the hallway.

The two of you looked at each other and shared a moment of laughter, trying not to be too loud in case they heard.

As you expected, it didn’t take long at all to arrive at Slughorns party. You were the one to knock on the beautifully carved door, hands clutching at the shrug Samantha lent you.

You spoke with Samantha about something not too important before the door was opened, but your blood immediately ran cold as you locked eyes with the person who answered, dark eyes staring right back at you.

Tom’s face contorted into surprise when he saw it was you, realising this was the closest you’d been since last week. The noise inside the party muffled as his lips parted, as if he was going to say something to you.

“Evening Tom” Samantha greeted coldly, breaking the silence as she glared at him with a fake smile. Tom blinked at her, quickly rolling his eyes and opening the door further so you could both walk in. Samantha went first, then you went second.

You walked past Tom and felt your body shudder as you felt his eyes on you, quickly catching up with Samantha who walked straight towards Slughorn. The professor beamed when his eyes landed on the two of you, arms spread before clapping his hands together.

“How wonderful to see you both!” He shook your hands, but his attention was directed specifically towards you.

“I’m glad you’ve recovered from your brief sickness, I hope to see you in my class tomorrow Miss (S/N)” Slughorn teased, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks. You chuckled, playing along with his antics to avoid any awkwardness.

“Of course, professor” You offered your best smile, relieved when he moved onto Samantha who had a few questions for him about an upcoming assignment.

You walked over to Slughorns extravagant fireplace, standing by it to receive some kind of warmth. You rubbed your hands together, holding them nearby the cackling flames which offered comfort.

Someone behind you quietly cleared their throat, but you didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who it was.

You suppressed a nervous smile, holding your shawl in your arms as you looked over your shoulder. Tom was already looking straight at you when your eyes locked, his face adorning an undeniably handsome smile. You slowly turned your body around so you were facing him, you briefly allowed yourself to study his appearance, knowing he wouldn’t mind.

Tom cleaned up nicely, wearing black dress trousers and a white button up. He ditched his dinner jacket, his sleeves rolled up halfway and the top button at his collar undone. He wore a waistcoat which only made him look even more delectable. You could barely keep your eyes off him, no one could pay you to look away.

“It’s nice to see you” Tom broke the tension, taking a step forward so he was close enough to touch you. You didn’t move back, looking up as he inspected your face intricately. His eyes trailed down to your lips, noticing the tinge of rose coating them. Tom saw the reluctance in your expression, the fear of questioning what happened in the medical ward a week prior. You weren’t an often vulnerable person, nor were you shy, but in this moment you felt like the world would crumble if you uttered a single word to him.

“Are you feeling alright?” Tom asked, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets even though he wanted to brush the loose strand of hair from your forehead. You cleared your throat, looking down at your feet before replying.

“I’ve been fine, my leg healed up nicely” You didn’t mean to sound coy, but you shared a playful smile with Tom as he raised a brow, your minds going to the exact same, dirty place.

“I’m glad to hear, i can see the mark I made didn’t last long either” Tom whispered cruelly, his hand raising to brush just under your jaw, right where he made his mark on you in the infirmary. You shivered at his touch, sucking in a sharp breath as he tucked his hand back into his trouser pocket.

“I had to use some spells to make it heal faster, didn’t want anyone seeing it” You mumbled, aware of the other eyes in the room as other students started filling in. Tom couldn’t stop the smirk that parted his lips, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of passive agreement, even though he secretly wanted everyone to know.

“I can’t argue that, maybe I should leave more next time-“

“Tom” You hissed, earning a sharp chuckle from him.

“I’m only joking, I’ll be a gentleman for the evening” The Slytherin prefect offered you his arm with a charming grin, dark eyes enticing you closer. You rolled your eyes and put on your best fake glare, keeping up the act you once had before everything happened.

Samantha was indulging in flirtatious conversation with a year 7 Gryffindor, her eye catching the shocking sight of you and Tom Riddle getting along. She almost let her glass slip from her hand, mouth hanging open as she trailed off her sentence.

It was a strange sight, and you did feel rather strange. You felt like you were betraying the person you were before the infirmary incident; the same person who wouldn’t have touched Riddle even if he was the last thing on earth.

But now the dynamic took a scandalous turn. The person you hated most, more than anyone in the entire world, reduced you to pleasured tears against a hospital bed. Knowing that alone made this moment much more intense, and Tom could sense your emotions just by the squeeze you gave his arm as you strolled around the room.

Slughorn’s eyes lit up when the two of you approached him, his expression twisting into subtle shock when he realised you two were arm in arm. The Professor was aware of the long term rivalry between the two of you, so your sudden closeness came as a surprise to him.

“If it isn’t my best students” Slughorn greeted with a large smile on his face.

“Evening Professor, great party as always” Tom bluffed, earning a wink from the Professor who pat him on the shoulder.

“You flatter me, Tom,” Slughorn scoffed lightheartedly.

“I hope you’re feeling better after that fall you had, Miss (Y/N), I was informed by the healers of your nasty injury” The old man had no clue of the thoughts running through you and Tom’s head the moment he brought up your injury. You had a sudden urge to shove Tom, knowing exactly what he was thinking as he stifled a wicked smirk.

“Thank you, Professor, I’m feeling much better” You assured him with a kind smile, enough to appease Slughorn’s concern.

“I’m glad to hear it young lady, I’m also glad to see the two of you getting along so well” The Professor had a knowing look in his eye, an almost teasing smile growing on his face as you felt yourself blush.

“You could say we’ve put aside our differences” Tom answered, a somewhat ominous tone to his voice. But nevertheless, Slughorn never questioned his favourite student regardless of the suspicion.

“Well, I’m glad! Maybe I should start pairing the two of you together during class” The Professor teased, but a part of you felt inclined to believe he was serious.

Looking at it from Slughorn’s perspective, partnering you and Tom together would make literal and figurative magic. You were both the top students in potions class, but together? You weren’t sure what lengths you could reach.

“I wouldn’t complain, Professor, Miss (S/N) would make an excellent partner” Tom smirked, noticing your fingers slightly tighten against his arm.

“Thank you, Tom” I smile, glancing at Slughorn who raised a playful brow at Tom’s flirty demeanour. Nevertheless, Slughorn kept the idea lingering in his head as he moved onto another student, leaving you and Tom to your own devices once more.

“I think we’d end up killing each other if we were partnered together” You whispered with a quiet chuckle.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right” Tom raised a hand to gently brush a loose strand away from your forehead, a strangely sweet and intimate gesture no one had ever done for you before.

“Your friend- what was her name… Samantha,” Tom sighed.

“She hasn’t stopped glaring at me for the past five minutes, I assume she carries a certain distaste for me?” Tom asked you in a sultry tone, his beady eyes glancing down at you.

“Most likely, she’s probably just confused” You brush off his concerns about Samantha, knowing you would face her wrath the next day.

Just as he was about to reply, Slughorn announced the meal would be starting, beckoning all the students closer to the dining table which was set with delicious food.

You separated from Tom and sat beside Samantha, who blatantly stared you down as you settled into the antique armchair. Her blue eyes felt icy on your face as you turned to meet her gaze, realising she was silently inquiring about Tom.

“Since when did you and Mister Dark and Broody get along?” She muttered under her breath as she took a sip of champagne on the table. You bit your tongue for a few seconds, about to answer when Slughorn pinged his knife against his wine glass, preparing all of us for a speech. Everyone’s mumbling turns into silence as all eyes settle on the potions teacher.

“Thank you all for coming to our Christmas Slug Club party, I’m delighted you all could make it,” Slughorn starts with a dashing smile, his cheeks slightly rosy from all the red wine he consumed.

“Tonight we celebrate the greatness that has come from each and every student sitting at this table. You have all exceeded magnificently in your studies, I am honoured to know such charming students” Slughorn stated with a positively delightful tone. You couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your own face, knowing he truly meant it towards every person at the table. Everyone toasted and cheered to his speech, clinking glasses together and mumbling praise before dinner began.

The plates magically blossomed with food, your eyes lit up at the ensemble of delicious combinations and condiments. You didn’t waste a moment, picking at the food politely with your work before taking a sip of wine. Samantha cleared her throat beside you, her eyes already looking at you.

“Continuing our conversation; Mister Slytherin Prefect has a soft spot for you now. When on earth did that happen?” The Gryffindor mumbled as other students dispersed in their own conversations. You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable.

“One day, we decided to put aside our immaturity and focus on better things. There’s no other reason” You answer, trying your absolute best to avoid any further suspicion. The last thing you wanted Samantha knowing was the truth.

Samantha gave you a sarcastic glare, knowing you were lying to her. But she didn’t pry, instead she dug into her own food and mumbled something to herself, her knife digging into her steak a little too harshly.

As your eyes searched around the table, you immediately looked back down at your plate once you noticed Tom already looking at you. Your neck rose with heat, your ears turned red, it felt so provocative for such a simple gesture. You took a gamble of bravery and looked up once again, this time meeting Tom’s gaze and not looking away.

His gaze was all consuming, his eyes were almost black, peering into the very depths of your soul with just a simple glance. Tom’s presence at the table was bold, he had his friends sitting at either side of him with smug expressions as they looked across the table at other students. But Tom wasn’t interested in anyone else, he didn’t even look at his friends if they spoke to him. He offered the most subtle glance, but it had your heart racing. You could feel your corset become rather suffocating, your chest gently rose every time you inhaled, accentuating your cleavage in the dress you were wearing. Tom didn’t miss that detail. He also didn’t miss the timid posture you expressed after your eyes met.

Dinner had come to an end, you managed to eat most of it but your mind was too occupied with Tom, you ended up skipping desert.

Students moved to the large space in Slughorn’s quarters to dance, a floating quartet playing classical in the corner. Samantha walked over to the dance floor with the 7th year Gryffindor she was flirting with before dinner, you smiled and watched as she made her move. You were standing alone, sipping some champagne, when someone stood beside you. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from smiling, nerves swirling in your belly as you looked up to meet Tom’s eyes. He had his hands in his trouser pockets, casually spectating the fairly busy dance floor before looking down at you.

“Would it be completely terrible to ask you for a dance?” He asked with a smirk, his aura radiating confidence and calculation.

“I think I would rather be set on fire by a Chinese Fireball” You scoff, maintaining a sharp wit like you once had before the infirmary incident. Tom laughed louder than you expected, shaking his head softly as he looked at the dance floor.

“You’d probably end up standing on my shoes, you’d be a terrible partner” He berated playfully.

“I’d purposefully stand on your shoes, I’d also dance in the wrong direction and make a fool of myself” You chuckle, taking another sip of your champagne. Tom bit back a smirk, flashing you another glance before clearing his throat.

“As long as you don’t fall over and hurt yourself again” Tom mumbled, causing your heart to skip as you swallowed your wine. You knew he was referencing last week; your fall and the wound on your leg. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from making a provocative comment.

“I’m sure you’d like that” You say, keeping your gaze focused on the dancing couples to save some sanity.

“If that means I get to see you sprawled out and whining my name again, then yes” Tom replied nonchalantly, but it almost caused you to choke on your champagne as you sipped on it. Your face burned, your body tingled with goosebumps at the memory. You shake your head, smiling as you turn to look at him.

“I didn’t realise you wanted that to happen again” You reply as casually as possible, but inside your heart was imploding with nerves.

“You thought that was only a one time thing? I’m almost insulted you think I’m that shallow” Tom smirked arrogantly, looking back out at the dance floor as people socialised. You weren’t sure what to say at first, feeling your stomach twist with undeniable desire. Last week, he didn’t even make you touch him. You didn’t even get the chance to unbutton his shirt or unzip his trousers. He placed every ounce of his focus on you, you shivered when you realised it might happen again.

“I didn’t mean to sound ignorant,” You mutter, your tone suddenly much more timid as you clear your throat.

“I’m just pleasantly surprised” You hum, still very unsure how to word your emotions and the attraction you felt towards him. Tom only grinned, chuckling to himself as he watched you struggle to muster the right words.

“You avoided me all week, do I make you that nervous?” Tom suddenly asks, making you blush shamefully.

“You do, but surely you can’t blame me. No one’s ever made me feel the way you have, somehow I resent you for it” I whisper, earning an even wider grin from the Slytherin prefect.

“Resent? Somehow that makes me desire you even more. Tell me, what was the part that made you resent me?” Tom smirked boastfully, turning to face you as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Its just-… I just feel like it’s so unfair that the person I grew up hating is the one who made me feel so good, I’m not supposed to feel this way towards you” You say, feeling your self composure slip away as you unveil more of your emotions to Tom. He takes a step closer, his eyes burning into yours.

“So that’s it? You’re too full of your own ego, you don’t want to accept that I was the one who had you crying from pleasure, that it was me who effortlessly picked you apart until you were nothing but a shaking mess” Tom’s voice lowered as he spoke, truly testing your composure as you tried to act as normal as possible to anyone outside of the conversation. You could feel your panties pool with arousal just from his words, you could feel the delicious burning twist in your lower belly as you imagined him taking you once again. He knew you were thinking of it.

“You’re insufferable” You whisper, your hands gently shaking as you take a sip of wine.

“I’m honest, darling” Tom replies, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes. You felt like jelly, one move and you’d melt on the floor.

“Meet me in the room of requirement tonight at twelve if you want this to continue, but if not I won’t speak of it ever again” Tom says softly before letting go of your chin and reluctantly pulling away. You wanted to reach out to him, to drag him away and fulfil your shared desires. But now wasn’t appropriate.

You let out a deep breath, your heart racing as you registered what just happened. You already knew your decision, you weren’t going to let Samantha or anyone else stop you.

Speaking of which, Samantha had walked off with the Gryffindor boy, no doubt sneaking off into the girls bathrooms or the potions cupboard. So, you picked up your bag and shawl and left the party without another word. You couldn’t stay there any longer, but you checked the clock and realised it was already 11:35. Your stomach sank, you had to mentally prepare yourself for what was going to happen tonight. No one was looking for you, you’d deal with Samantha in the morning, but Tom was expecting you.

You started walking along the halls of Hogwarts, your heels clicking against the stone flooring. You walked up flights of stairs and passed by common rooms to reach the room of requirement. It was deadly quiet, not a soul roamed the halls apart from ghosts, so you had to be careful.

You came across the room of requirement door, only to find Tom hadn’t arrived yet. You wondered if you should go inside, but how would he know you were there? Shuffling in your spot, you glance at the corridors either side of you, your hands tingling with pins and needles as you try to control your breathing.

You were making the right choice, right? Was there a wrong choice to this situation? Tom made it clear nothing would happen again if you didn’t meet him here, he wouldn’t ever speak of it again. Was that the wrong choice? It felt like it. You felt as though denying your one true desire would be wrong, people are meant to feel like this about someone, eventually.

But Tom wasn’t your suitor. He wasn’t a prospecive partner or a man your parents picked out to court. He didn’t treat you like a lady, he trampled over your victories and spitefully teased you over the past 6 years. What was so tempting about a man like that?

Nothing, really. But what occurred a week prior sent every part of your hatred down the drain towards him. Tom never had a partner, he never showed interest in girls or even boys, he spent his time nestled in books and parchments, huddled away from the world in his own little bubble. So, why did he choose you to torment so wickedly with his tongue and fingers, why were you the only one who experienced his selfless nature? He never even let you touch him, but he touched you like he was obsessed.

“You came” Soft words knocked you completely out of your trance, causing you to jump softly and turn around to meet Tom’s face. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, your hands trembled as you adjusted your grip on your clutch bag.

Tom stood a few meters away from you with his hands in his pockets, a serious expression on his face as the bricks on the wall started moving beside you, unveiling a door which led into the room of requirement.

You looked at Tom, clearing your throat.

“I won’t avoid you anymore,” You say, feeling your throat go dry as he took a step closer. But eventually, the words started bubbling up in your chest, your lips parting as you take a deep breath.

“I-… I can’t escape this feeling, I don’t- shit, I don’t know what you’ve done to me” You stammer, piecing together your emotions as Tom continued walking closer.

“I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve tried ignoring you, but I can’t stand this tension any longer, Tom” You sigh, your voice becoming more shaky as you realised the proximity between you.

“I need to know if you feel the same, say something please-“ You whisper pitifully, but your words get cut off when you feel Tom cup your face, his other hand sliding around your waist as he leans down to kiss you.

It’s not your average kiss, it’s not the type of kiss you see walking down the street or imagine in a romantic novel. This is a kiss that leaves you frozen, it’s so pleasurably relieving, even as your body melts in his arms as you close your eyes and let your lips mold together. His kiss is hungry, it’s powerful, it’s shockingly debaucherous, but there’s a tender essence as he holds you close and tightens his grip on your lower back.

You wrap your arms around his neck, he gently pressed you against the cobblestone wall next to the room of requirement door as his hands moved to your waist.

This was too much. Surely you were dead. No amount of ecstasy or adrenaline like this could be experienced in a mortal life. Maybe you were dreaming.

“I want to be absolutely certain,” Tom whispered as he trailed his lips down your jaw, his kisses casting a burning path on your skin as he breathed against your pulse point.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, pressing one gentle kiss to your collarbone before pulling back, his black eyes looking into yours deeply. For a few seconds, you forget to reply. Your eyes are half lidded, your breaths are shallow and laboured, did he place some kind of spell on you?

“I’ve never been so sure” You say shamelessly, your hands wandering to his tie and tugging on it, pulling him towards you so your lips were brushing together. You were almost certain you noticed a blush on Tom’s pale cheeks, his lips pulling into a boyish smile before he kissed you gently and took your hand, leading you into the room of requirement.

The heavy door whined loudly as Tom pushed it open, leading you inside before closing it over and turning to face the room. You expected the standard hall full of discarded magical items that had been gathered over the centuries. What you didn’t expect was an entirely new room. It was much smaller, the walls were cobblestone, the low cackling of fire echoed around the room.

Your heart nearly sunk to your feet the moment your eyes landed on… a bed. It was plush, something neither of you could ever afford. It’s frame was rich oak wood with a varnish finish, the mattress was large, could hold at least three. Beside the bed was a cosy fireplace, it’s amber light casting a gentle glow on the room. You were in such shock, you didn’t notice the heavy breath that left your lips as you took a few steps forward.

So this is what the two of you required. Something from your deepest desires, something neither of you could acquire. Neither you or Tom came from aristocracy, you weren’t used to lush beds or warm fireplaces, this was something the two of you desired. The room appeared to know exactly what you needed in this moment, at least that’s what it’s purpose was.

His hands slipped around your waist, his chest pressing against your back as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. Suddenly your dress felt suffocating.

“Do you still resent me?” He cooed, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your waist as he looked down at the bed from over your shoulder. You bit your tongue, your hands clammy and your heart hammering wildly against your chest as you softly leaned against him.

“What happens if I say yes?” You whisper, feeling him grin against your skin as his hands move up to the collar of your dress just behind your neck. His nimble fingers begin to undo the buttons down your back, wasting no time as he slid his hands under the fabric and started to untie the laces to your corset.

“I’ll give you a reason to resent me even more” Tom murmured against your neck, his hands teasingly tightening the laces of your corset, causing you to gasp quietly.

“I’m sure that’s not hard” You scoff.

You knew in that moment you should’ve held your tongue, because seconds later you were shoved against the cobblestone brick wall beside the door, Tom’s arms caging you in with no escape.

“So defensive, I’ve always liked that about you” Tom smirked, his hands dragging down the sleeves of your dress until the entire garment pooled around your ankles. You went to hide, but Tom pressed his body against yours and kissed you fiercely, his hands stroking the sides of your corset as you gripped onto his shoulders.

“Oh yeah? What else do you like about me?” You ask sarcastically, terribly out of breath and as bashful as a young schoolgirl. Your words sounded unsure, insecure almost. Tom could practically taste the nerves running through your system.

“Enough talking” He glares, clearly his patience was running thin. You knew he didn’t mean anything serious by his stern tone, it was negotiated from the start this would happen. Maybe he was just as desperate as you were.

You helped Tom remove his shirt, peeling it over his head and throwing it on the floor, discarded and ignored. His lips were on you once more, his hands fumbling with the laces of your corset as he slid his knee between your legs.

“So soft,” He whispers against your skin, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you forward on his thigh, his thumb skimming over the wound on your leg from the week prior. His eyes flashed with something primal for a second, as if he reminisced the taste of iron on his tongue from your bloody hands.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Tom asks quietly as his tongue licks over your pulse, his hands finally untangling the threads to your corset and setting your lungs free from construction. You breathed out with relief, but suddenly you felt so exposed.

“No, Merlin no, you’re doing quite the opposite” You smile bashfully, trying to hide your nerves as you placed your hands on his bare chest. You could feel his heartbeat, it was racing just as much as yours. He was nervous too, if not more, but he was excellent at hiding it.

“Then, I assume you wouldn’t mind me taking this to the bed?” Tom leaned back, looking into your eyes with a boyish glimmer you’d never seen before. No one had seen Tom so gentle, so infuriatingly playful, but you had the privilege of experiencing all of it.

“I’m surprised we’re not there yet” You reply, trying to stifle a smirk as Tom leans into kiss you once again. As your lips press together, he guides you to the bed, kindly offered by the room of requirement, and you feel the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

You’re wearing nothing but a pair of sheer stockings and undergarments. Your corset has been completely removed, your torso was exposed entirely to his yearning gaze.

He pushes you onto the bed, his body hovering above yours as he moves his hand down to unbuckle his belt. He’s tantalisingly slow, unfair and cruel. You have every right to bite a sharp comment in his direction for teasing you this way, but you can’t find it in you to have an attitude in this moment.

“You’re awfully quiet, what’s happened to that girl with the wicked tongue moments ago?” Tom poked, mouthing along your collarbone as you tried not to squirm beneath him.

“You don’t enjoy my silence?” You scoff, knowing a part of Tom would’ve liked the control he had over you.

“Not really, I find myself missing your brutal comments and shameless taunts… perhaps I’ve truly broken you” Tom chuckled darkly, wrapping his lips around one of your taut nipples as you glare down at him.

“You wish,” You scoff, albeit squirming a little from the sweet pleasure provided by Tom’s lips. Tom smirked against you, playfully biting the sensitive bud.

“Yet I have you right where I want you, I could break you if I wanted” He whispered, hands finally unbuckling his belt and sliding it off in one deft movement. You kept your eyes on his, rather nervous for what’s to come, but he reassured your racing thoughts by kissing back up your heated skin, breathing against your neck in such a provocative way.

“Tell me what you want” He cooed, biting down on your neck and beginning to suck a love bite onto your skin. You suck in a sharp breath, looking at the ceiling.

“I want you to do what you did last time” You say quietly, the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Hmm, what was that? I did a few things last time” Tom replied, pressing your hips together and grinding his crotch against yours.

“That thing with your mouth, you smug bastard” You hiss with annoyance but undeniable arousal, your legs softly shaking from the anticipation.

“That’s not very nice, is it?” Tom taunted cunningly, his body leaning back from yours as he sat back on his knees, looking down at your exposed body.

“I could just say no, give you my cock now and shut you up real good” Tom purred, his clothed erection pressing tight against your pussy. You frown, eyes a little wide from such an obscene comment, but you couldn’t deny the rush you felt from his words. Your silence made him grin, his hand moving down your stomach and eventually against the material of your panties. He caressed you softly there, just under your clit where he felt a damp spot on the lacy garment, a wicked look in his eye.

You fell completely silent, quite overcome with timidness as you shy away from his eyes, looking away and pressing your knuckles softly against your lips.

“Maybe I will give you what you want after all…” Tom whispered, a heady tone in his dark voice. His mouth latched onto your supple skin once more, tongue flicking out to taste the warmth and subtle musk of your natural scent.

He trailed a path of kisses down to your lower stomach, pressing his cheek against your thigh and smiling up at you as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders.

“Oh I’ve missed this…” Tom groaned, his eyes flickering down to the wet patch on your panties.

You practically melt, stomach fluttering and legs shaking, when Tom suddenly kisses your clit through the material of your panties. You try to close your legs but he’s got them firmly held open, a grunt escaping his lips.

His tongue poked against the fabric, wetting it more with his saliva as he tasted the faint, familiar taste of your slick. He smirked, burying his nose into the fabric and softly inhaling the scent, his own hips bucking in response.

You can do nothing but lie there and take it, your body trembling and your eyes glazed over with intense arousal as you grip tightly onto the sheets.

“Tom, please-“

“Shh… none of that now, darling” Tom cooed, his voice muffled against the fabric of your panties as he grasped your legs and pulled you closer, your legs over his shoulders.

You whine breathlessly, chest heaving softly as you feel your legs tremor slightly, hips gently jutting in response to his obscene display of arousal. But to a certain extent, you couldn’t deny Tom’s desperation, he’d been denied this for long enough, and Tom was never denied. He’ll have you, one way or another.

He hooked his fingers around the hem of your panties and pulled them clean off, throwing them to the side. Now, you were only clad in your stockings, cunt exposed to his predatory gaze. You felt so small.

You utter another soft gasp as he kisses the insides of your thighs, his breath hot. Then, as if the string of tension finally snapped, Tom pressed a soft kiss to your clit and practically groaned. His tongue followed shortly after, tasting the wetness of your arousal that had his mind spinning in seconds.

Tom let go of all inhibitions and let loose his control, lapping and sucking at your cunt as if it was his life source. You struggle to breathe properly, heart racing as your eyes roll back, sounds of ecstasy slipping through your swollen lips.

Suddenly the room feels like it’s spinning, you lace your fingers through his black curls and tug helplessly, earning a deep grunt from him as he moved his fingers from your thigh to your slick entrance.

He picks you apart so quickly it’s unfair, you gasp for breath and feel your sight get blurry when he slides his fingers into you and curls against that gorgeously sensitive spot inside you, the one that has your toes curling. Your moans and whines echo around the room, pure music to Tom’s ears as he starts pumping his fingers inside you, coating them with your wetness. He’s eager to make you cum, but a cruel part of him wants to keep you on edge. Until he can give you his cock and make you feel even better.

“Tom…!” You mewl, hips gently jutting against his mouth, sweet pleasure tearing through your body.

“That’s it” He whispered in a hoarse tone, his lips and chin coated with the essence of your arousal. The look in his eyes made you shiver, a cocktail of pure hunger and craving.

Tom laces his fingers with yours and holds your hand to your lower stomach, just as his tongue curls harder against you and your legs shake badly. His flash of tenderness only makes this moment more addictive.

You pant and whine like a mutt in heat, trembling beneath him and doing your absolute best not cum early. It’s hard, Tom knows this, and he makes it his goal to make this even worse for you.

“Come on sweetheart…” He whispers against your clit, his tongue continuing its cruel assault. Your legs involuntarily shake, your breaths are raspy and uncontrollable.

Soon, that gorgeous pressure in your stomach finally snaps, causing you to cry out with ecstasy. Your gummy walls clench around his slender fingers as he curls them, coaxing every drop of release from you. Your hand fists his hair, but he doesn’t feel pain. He only feels you.

“I can’t-“ You sob, flinching away from his touch as his fingers continue moving inside you. He’s an insistent, selfish glutton.

He removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue that laps unforgivingly at your slick cunt. You feel like you want to scream, the pressure and pleasure like nothing you’ve felt before. Somehow he’s gotten better, or perhaps worse, since the incident in the infirmary.

He hums against you before pulling away, his face flushed and his breathing slightly laboured. With struggle, you open your eyes and gaze at him with a weak stare, your hands still holding his.

“Beautiful,” he whispers softly, leaning down to kiss you with his slick stained lips. You kiss him slowly and deeply, tasting your release on his wicked tongue.

You can faintly hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, but he doesn’t break his focus at kissing you. He practically shoves you back onto the bed when you chase after his lips, unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down as he struggled to control his rapid breathing.

“Maddening woman,” He grunts with lustful frustration, eyes dark with desire and want.

“You’ve plagued my every thought for the past week, heard your sweet sounds in my dreams” He huffs, his lips and teeth latching onto your jugular as he pushed your legs apart. You trembled, stuttering over unspoken words as his short nails dug into the meat of your thighs, sure to leave bruising.

“Last chance to say no” he pants, looking into your eyes with sincerity.

“Merlin Tom, get your bloody trousers off” you hiss, fire in your eyes as you looked up to meet his heady gaze.

“Impatient,” he tutted, but did as you asked in the same breath. He pulled his trousers down, removing his boxer briefs as well which left him bare before you. His cock exposed, adorned by a thick batch of curls.

“Spoiled,” Tom mumbles, offering a few languid pumps to his hardened cock.

“I’d call you a brat but you’d probably enjoy that” He huffs, leaning forward and pressing the tip between your slick folds. But he doesn’t push in, not yet, instead he pays some attention to your chest and litters a few bite marks and hickeys, gently grinding his cock against you, slathering himself.

“Can I…?” He groans against your collarbone, kissing it softly as he lines himself up.

“Please” You plead wantonly, fighting the urge to push your hips towards him. Your body was on fire, it only burned brighter as you felt him push forward slowly, his tip pushing past that slick barrier, sinking into the warmth of your body.

He lets out a ragged groan against your skin, his teeth pinching at the skin of your neck we he held one of your legs further up on his waist, pushing deeper until he hit base.

The two of you shuddered at the feeling, knowing there was no going back now.

“Merlin-“ you cuss silently, your first time done with the quick thrust of Tom’s hips, your thighs trembling. It didn’t hurt, not when he looked after you so, so well before. You only wanted more.

“Take me, please” you whisper with a concept of modesty, although you physically had none left in this space of ecstasy.

He pushed his hips against yours in a sinfully lazy rhythm, just enough movement for you to go hazy eyed and mushy on the inside. You squeaked and grunted but you both knew it wasn’t enough. He knew it wasn’t enough, but he knew it was necessary for what’s to come.

Tom let out a low rumble, a noise that could pass as a moan, as he closed his eyes and his brow gently furrowed, feeling your warmth around him. The single most addictive and comforting thing he’s felt.

He kissed you, soft and sweet, his breaths growing shallow as his hips gently picked up the pace. Your legs shuddered by his hips, toes curled, lips desperately trying to keep up with his.

“Tom,” you whine, almost like a pathetic plea, your forehead pressed against his.

“I know,” he grunted, pushing his hips intensely against yours, as if to see how deep he could go. He let out a strangled sigh, his black curls now disheveled as his head dropped to your neck, his teeth latching onto your skin, sucking a gentle mark as his hips started moving faster.

You gasped and threaded your fingers through his hair, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you where he needs you. Where he begs you to stay.

The room slowly plumes with sounds of gentle skin slapping and lewd sounds from the both of you, the air heady with desire and need. You cling to him like he’s all you’ve got, your head feeling airy as his hips slam into yours. You choke on your own sounds, sinking your teeth into his pale shoulder to muffle the loud cries your lungs were begging to let out.

Tom’s hand curls around your neck, pushing you away from his neck, leaning back to look you in the eyes.

“Not a chance” he huffs, hooking an arm under your leg and bringing it up to his shoulder, stretching you out to achieve an even deeper angle. You cry out softly, his hand is loose around your neck, but it doesn’t leave. He needs to see you like this, to satisfy the need he’s had for you, for weeks.

The sounds coming from between your physical union are obscene, your walls clenching around him as your body craves for release.

“Please-“ you gasp as his hand tightens on your neck, his black eyes flashing as he hears you.

“What is it, darling?” He coos, although maintaining his pace, his other hand keeping your leg firmly around his waist.

“Faster” you manage out, eyes gentle and bleary, hands shaky as you wrapped one around his wrist. His eyes sharpened, his lips curling into a smile.

“Anything for you” he whispers, wetly kissing your jaw, his hips offering a rough thrust before he slowly picked up the pace by the second.

Your nails dragged down his shoulder blades as you whimpered his name and kissed his skin hungrily, sweat on your skins, eyes glassy, heat rising, rising, and rising.

It went this way for a while, with sinful cries and whines echoing around the room of requirement. He had you right where he wanted you, but he knew you wanted the same. You were perfect, so entirely his.

You struggle to realize how much time is going by, with every movement of his hips and yours. With every heated kiss, every dig of his fingertips and nails, every bite of his teeth, he had you falling harder and harder. In love? You weren’t sure.

All you knew was that he was yours now, and you were his, and this strange connection you had… it was exhilarating.

The night swirled into a hurricane of passion, need, and relief. He didn’t care, or know, about anything other than you in that moment. All he knew was his need for you, the way his voice gasped your name as his hips stuttered, a groan ripping from his throat as he reached the peak of his ecstasy. He kissed you so fiercely you almost became light headed all over again, your arms wrapping around him. You felt the warmth of his release on your stomach, your heart racing and your legs still trembling as you pulled back and watched him with a fixated gaze.

His breathing was labored, just like yours, but he managed the most rugged smile even in a moment of pure ecstasy and content.

“Still hate me?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“With all my heart” You huffed, causing him to laugh quietly, resting his head against your chest, his body slumped on yours. You twirled your fingers through his hair, his eyes lulling shut as he heard the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart.

“Good” He smiled against your skin, just as the candle in the room finally went out.

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agirlnamedelia · 23 hours ago

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Hate Sex || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

cw: cussing, begging, forced kiss at first, office sex, teasing plot: Y/n and the character are co-workers who can't keep bickering with one another. What happens when they are left at work--alone--with intense feelings of hatred(?) with each other.

The battlefield was chaos, smoke and debris clouding the air as you and Bakugou exchanged heated barbs while simultaneously dodging the villain's relentless attacks. Kirishima and Mina flanked the enemy, their movements precise and coordinated as they tried to subdue the hulking figure with glowing gauntlets.

"Watch your left, dumbass!" Bakugou barked, launching a fiery explosion at the villain to divert their attention.

"I don't need you telling me what to do!" you shot back, leaping to dodge a stray blast and firing your own attack in retaliation. The force sent the villain stumbling, but they quickly regained their footing.

"Could've fooled me with how sloppy you're moving!" he snarled, his voice cutting through the din of battle.

"Sloppy? At least I'm not blowing up half the city trying to show off!" you snapped, landing beside him just as another shockwave rippled through the area.

Kirishima's voice cut in, strained but still upbeat. "Guys, can we save the bickering for later? Focus on the giant dude trying to kill us!"

Mina slid into view, her acid sizzling as it hit the villain's armor. "Seriously, you two are like an old married couple! Can we please just work together for five minutes?"

"Tell that to Mr. Ego over here!" you said, pointing at Bakugou.

"Mr. Ego? I'm the only reason this fight isn't a total disaster!" he shot back, his palms sparking with another explosion.

The villain roared, cutting off your argument as they lunged forward. Kirishima hardened his body to block the attack, gritting his teeth as the impact sent him skidding back.

"Little help here!" he called out.

"On it!" you and Bakugou said in unison, momentarily setting aside your feud. You launched a coordinated attack, your combined power finally breaking through the villain's defenses. With a final, earth-shaking blow, the enemy collapsed, unconscious.

The dust settled, and the four of you stood there, catching your breath. Kirishima clapped a hand on your shoulder, grinning despite the exhaustion. "Nice teamwork, guys. Even with all the yelling."

Mina smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "Yeah, you two might actually make a good duo if you stopped trying to kill each other."

"Not happening," you and Bakugou said at the same time, glaring at each other.

As emergency crews arrived to secure the area, Kirishima and Mina exchanged knowing looks. By the time you piled into the cramped SUV for the ride back to Bakugou's agency, the tension had shifted back to its usual, volatile state.

The engine rumbled softly beneath you, the faint hum filling the awkward silence that Kirishima and Mina desperately tried to maintain. You sat across from Bakugou in the cramped SUV, arms crossed, glaring daggers at the blond like it was a sport.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" you muttered under your breath.

Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Coming from the person who tripped over their own feet mid-fight. Real rich, Y/n."

Kirishima groaned from the driver's seat. "Guys, can we not? It's been a long day."

Mina twisted in her seat to face both of you, a tired smile on her face. "Seriously, just five minutes of peace. Please."

You opened your mouth to fire back, but her pointed glare shut you up. You huffed, leaning back in your seat. Bakugou mimicked your pose, but not before shooting you a smug grin. You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out like a child. Barely.

The rest of the drive to Bakugou's agency was mercifully quiet. Kirishima pulled into the lot, and Mina clapped her hands together, an exaggerated cheerfulness in her tone.

"Alright! We're here. Time to split up duties," she said, hopping out of the car.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Split up duties? What the hell does that mean?"

Kirishima grinned sheepishly. "Uh, well, Mina and I have some... stuff to do."

"Stuff," Bakugou repeated, his tone flat.

Mina waved a dismissive hand. "You two can handle the paperwork, right? It's not like you're doing anything important."

You narrowed your eyes at her. "Paperwork? You're ditching us to do paperwork?"

"Think of it as bonding time," Kirishima said, already backing away toward the exit.

"You little—" Bakugou started, but the door slammed shut behind them. You both stood there, dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable," you muttered.

"Those assholes," Bakugou growled.

The fluorescent lights in the agency's office buzzed faintly as you sat at the desk, a stack of reports taunting you. Bakugou sat across from you, furiously scribbling notes on a file. His pen scratched loudly against the paper, grating on your nerves.

"Can you not?" you snapped.

"Can I not what?" he shot back, not looking up.

"Write like you're trying to murder the paper."

"Maybe if you did your part faster, I wouldn't have to pick up your slack," he said, finally meeting your glare.

"My slack? I've done more than you in half the time!"

He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You call that chicken scratch 'work'? Pretty sure my two-year-old niece could do better."

"You don't have a niece."

"You don't know my life."

You groaned, slamming your pen down. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you."

"Oh, trust me, the feeling's mutual," he said, leaning forward on his elbows. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a second, the tension shifted. It wasn't the usual exasperation or anger—it was something heavier, more charged.

"If you stopped yapping for five seconds, maybe I'd actually get some peace," he added, standing up and walking around the desk toward you.

"Peace? You're the one who keeps starting shit!" you fired back, rising to meet him halfway. The distance between you closed rapidly as the argument escalated.

"You're impossible!" he snarled, his voice raising to match yours.

"Impossible? You're the one who can't go two seconds without throwing a tantrum!" you shot back, your voice now echoing through the quiet office.

"Tantrum? The hell do you think you're doing with all this whining? Just shut up and do the damn paperwork!" he snapped, slamming a hand on the desk for emphasis.

You stood abruptly, knocking your chair back. "I wouldn't have to whine if you weren't such a self-absorbed jerk who thinks everything revolves around him!"

Bakugou scoffed, stalking around the desk toward you. "Self-absorbed? At least I get shit done instead of sitting around crying about how hard everything is."

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, your face heating up. "You are so full of yourself it's a miracle you haven't floated away like a balloon!"

"Yeah? Well, you're so damn annoying it's a wonder anyone can stand to be around you!" he yelled, stepping closer.

"Oh, like you're a ray of sunshine to work with? Newsflash, Bakugou: your personality is toxic enough to melt steel!"

"Better toxic than useless!" he snarled, the gap between you now almost nonexistent. His crimson eyes blazed, and you could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Useless? I'll show you useless, you oversized firecracker—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou's lips crashed onto yours, cutting off your tirade mid-word. The kiss was fiery and demanding, just like him. His hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, caging you in as his lips moved with a fervor that left you breathless.

Your mind short-circuited, the words you'd been ready to yell dying in your throat. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the pounding of your heart.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his eyes searching yours. "You talk too much," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

You blinked at him, still processing what had just happened. "You... you kissed me."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his usual cockiness returning, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.

You stared at him for a beat, your chest heaving as the tension hung thick in the air. "Don't you dare stop," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but full of conviction. Without giving him time to respond, you grabbed his collar and pulled him back down, crashing your lips onto his in another deep, searing kiss.

The kiss quickly turned desperate, both of you clinging to each other as though the world was slipping away. Bakugou's hands slid down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You stood up, leaning into him to deepen the kiss, your fingers threading through his wild blond hair. The motion tipped over the chair you'd been sitting on, but neither of you paid it any mind.

The edge of the desk dug into your back as Bakugou's lips moved feverishly against yours. Without breaking the kiss, he maneuvered you away from the desk, his hands never leaving your body. The two of you stumbled through the office, nearly knocking over a filing cabinet as you went. A muffled laugh escaped you as his lips left yours momentarily to nip at your jawline, the sound quickly replaced by a sharp intake of breath when he found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Bakugou..." you murmured, your voice half a plea, half a challenge.

"What? Can't keep up?" he teased, though the roughness in his voice betrayed his own impatience.

You didn't dignify him with a response, instead pulling him back down into another heated kiss. His hands fumbled briefly behind you before finding the doorknob to his office. He shoved the door open with more force than necessary, practically dragging you inside.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the urgency escalated. Bakugou's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head in one swift motion. You followed suit, your fingers working hastily to unfasten the straps of his hero gear and toss it aside. His shirt followed quickly after, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, gleaming faintly under the dim office light.

Your hands roamed over his skin, tracing the scars and lines that told the story of his battles. He groaned at your touch, his lips finding yours again as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants. Every movement was hurried, each article of clothing discarded with reckless abandon, leaving a trail across the floor of his office.

By the time you were both standing bare before each other, the air between you crackled with tension and raw desire. His crimson eyes met yours, a mix of hunger and something deeper flashing in his gaze.

"You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as his hands cupped your face.

You leaned into his touch, a small smile playing on your lips. "Shut up and fuck me, Bakugou."

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Not so fast," he murmured, his tone laced with mischief. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he pressed you back against the desk.

The heat between you grew unbearable as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. His touch was deliberate, agonizingly slow as he moved just enough to drive you insane. Your breath hitched, and you gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

"Katsuki," you gasped, your voice breaking with frustration.

He chuckled darkly, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a mix of hunger and amusement. "Not gonna happen unless you ask nicely," he said, his voice a low growl.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give in to his taunts, but the way he continued to tease you—just barely pushing, then pulling back—left you trembling. Your pride waged war with your desire, but the ache in your body was too much to bear.

"Please," you finally whispered, your voice cracking.

He tilted his head, pretending not to hear. "What was that? Didn't catch it."

Your grip tightened on his arms, your face flushed. "Please, Katsuki. I need you," you said, louder this time, the desperation evident in your tone.

His smirk widened, and he leaned in to kiss you, the motion firm and possessive. "That's better," he murmured against your lips, finally pushing into you with a slow, deliberate thrust.

His smirk only deepened as he leaned down, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. The way his hips moved, slow and unrelenting, made you arch into him, desperate for more of the friction that he was so cruelly controlling.

"You're so needy," he teased, his voice rough against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thought you were tougher than this, Y/n. Can't even handle a little waiting, huh?"

You let out a frustrated groan, the sound muffled against his shoulder as your nails raked down his back. He hissed at the sensation, his muscles tensing beneath your touch, but the devilish grin on his face never faltered.

"Katsuki," you whimpered, your voice trembling. "Stop... teasing me."

He chuckled, low and almost predatory, the vibration of it making your breath hitch. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked, his tone mockingly sweet as his teeth grazed along the curve of your neck. "You like it. Don't even try to deny it."

Your hands slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale from him. The smug look on his face faltered for just a second, and you seized the opportunity to push your hips up against his, drawing a strained groan from his lips.

"Oh, you wanna play like that?" he growled, his voice dripping with challenge. His grip on your hips tightened, and before you could reply, he rolled his hips with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. Your head fell back against the desk, a moan escaping your lips as he finally gave you what you'd been craving.

"That's more like it," he murmured, his tone laced with approval as he set a rhythm that had your head spinning. His movements were calculated, hitting all the right spots with precision that made your toes curl.

Your nails dug into his shoulders again, and you struggled to keep your voice steady as you said, "You... drive me crazy."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a taunting kiss. "Good," he replied, his breath hot against your mouth. "I'd be disappointed if I didn't."

The heat between you grew more intense with every thrust, his name falling from your lips in breathless gasps. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and the smug look on his face only grew as he watched you unravel beneath him.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. "Completely mine."

The possessiveness in his tone sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you met his gaze, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "Always," you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.

His pace quickened, and the room filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans mingling with his low groans. The pressure building inside you was almost unbearable, and you clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping you grounded.

"Katsuki," you gasped, your voice trembling with urgency. "I'm..."

"I know you're close," he said, his voice dropping into a cruel, teasing purr. "But you're not gonna get there until you beg for it."

Your breath hitched, frustration and need coiling tight in your chest. "Katsuki, please," you whimpered, but he shook his head, his grin all sharp edges.

"That's not good enough," he murmured, his hips still moving torturously slow. "I wanna hear you say it properly. Beg me, baby. Tell me exactly what you want."

The tension in your body was unbearable, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Please, Katsuki," you said, your voice breaking. "I need you. Please let me... please let me come."

For a moment, he only stared at you, his crimson eyes dark with something possessive and raw. Then his smirk softened, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. "That's my girl," he murmured.

Without warning, his pace quickened, and the sudden intensity made your head spin. The coil in your stomach snapped, and you cried out, your entire body shaking as pleasure tore through you. Katsuki followed seconds later, his growl low and guttural as he buried himself in you, his hold on your hips bruising.

The two of you stayed locked together, your heavy breaths mingling in the aftermath. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Was that so hard?" he asked, his tone still teasing but softer now.

You huffed, weakly swatting at his chest. "You're the worst."

He chuckled, leaning closer with a cocky smirk that made your blood boil. "Yeah, but admit it," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You love the way I make you beg."

Your mouth opened to retort, but the intensity in his gaze froze the words on your tongue. Instead, you scoffed, looking away to mask the heat rising to your face. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

He tilted your chin back to meet his eyes, the smugness in his expression softening just slightly. "Maybe," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender gesture. "But you can't deny the way you clenched so hard for me when I made you beg for it."

And as much as you wanted to argue, the truth lingered unspoken in the silence between you.

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moonyswritinq · 1 day ago

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black swan — killian jones x male reader

❝ BLACK SWAN ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Killian Jones was no stranger to using his charms in order to woo beautiful women, Emma Swan being no exception. You couldn’t stand the sight of him flirting shamelessly with your sister, purely for brotherly reasons, so you decide to tell him off. What you didn’t know, was that his eye had been drawn to you the moment he saw you.

PAIRING ➢ killian jones x brother!Swan male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ season 2 & 3 spoilers, sort of one-sided rivals to lovers, tension, kissing, making out, harsh language, guys flirting, insults as flirting, threats

WORD COUNT ➢ 2.4 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I wrote this because I read another similar fic and, no hate to that author, but I wanted to write it better and so that it would be more to my satisfaction. Also, I am well aware of all the requests I still have yet to do, but I fell into a OUAT hole and now I’m here.

MASTERLIST, TAGLIST

Killian Jones finding a woman attractive was nothing special. He’s had his fair share of dalliances over the years. Ever since what happened to Milah, Killian was in no hurry to find the so-called “true love” and settle down. His never-ending adventures at sea kept him plenty occupied—and so did his hunt for his Crocodile.

It was no surprise then that the woman named Emma Swan would draw his eye. She was just his type: bold, determined, and a natural leader. His interactions with her in the Enchanted Forest left him intrigued, and his curiosity of her only grew when they returned to Storybrooke and defeated Cora together. He expected his infatuation with Emma to grow the more time he spent with her, but what he was not expecting, was you to catch his eye instead.

The son of Prince Charming and Snow White, brought to a world without magic together with Emma as babies, put into a foster home. Despite all your bad luck as children, your inability in finding a place to call home, at least you managed to stay together. And as Henry brought her back to Storybrooke to break the curse, you followed with. You weren’t a Saviour like her, not by a long shot. But you did have your own skills and abilities, something that came with being a devilishly cunning detective. However much she hated to admit it, Emma would oftentimes turn to you for help in hunting down a bounty. A difficult bounty for her meant an afternoon of idle searching for you.

You never turned down an opportunity to tease her about it and she never hesitated to roll her eyes at you. Nonetheless, you felt incredible protective of her. You may just have been a few minutes older than her, but that didn’t stop you from putting on the big brother act—something she didn’t always appreciate.

Which is why, when you saw a certain pirate unashamedly flirting with her, those brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. You knew Hook was helping your family in getting Henry back from Neverland, providing passage on his ship, the Jolly Roger, and offering his being a guide on the island. But those facts did not give him the right to flirt with your sister.

You had already been at odds with the man when, at your arrival to the island, the ship was attacked by a school of mermaids. Hook had stumbled in your direction and taken hold of the most stable thing closest to him—which happened to be you. His hand had gripped your waist, his hook coming to your chest as he fell against you. The closeness of his breath stirred something within you, something not entirely uncomfortable. Of course, it was not his fault that the ship veered to the side and that you had been closest to him when he stumbled, but that didn’t stop you from pushing him away from you the moment the ship steadied.

“My apologies,” he said, quite out of breath. His blue eyes were remarkably clear in the moonlight. “I usually offer a drink before getting so close to someone.”

Your glare was your only answer.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You looked at it uncertainly.

“I’m Emma’s brother,” you said simply.

His eyebrow raised. “So you must be the infamous town sheriff y/n Swan. I s’pose good looks do run in the family.”

You began to scoff, but then your brain was able to fully comprehend his words. “I never told you my name.”

Hook glanced away, his confident smirk faltering. He cleared his throat. “I may have, er, asked someone for it.”

You shifted your head to meet his eye. “Someone?”

He let out a sigh. “I wanted to know who the handsome man that was traveling with us is, so yeah, I asked around. Really, you should be flattered.”

You scoffed at the grin that flashed across his face and turned on your heel. Like you’d said—shameless flirt.

Later, while searching Neal’s hideout, you watched him flash that same grin when talking to Emma. He stepped much closer, leaning towards her. You couldn’t stomach watching it. And you told yourself it was because she deserved better than a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him. No other reason.

So you watched from afar, leaned against the cave walls, as Hook winked at your sister. Emma glared at him, unimpressed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about her falling for his charms. She was much too clever for that. You saw her walk away from him, away from the hand that he had reached forward to her and you smiled with grim satisfaction. But before you could step forwards, out of the shadows, David had approached Hook.

“Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook,” he said. “She’s never gonna like you.”

Hooks eyebrows shot into the air. “Is that so?”

“How could she?” David’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pirate.”

He seemed to want to reply, but nothing came out, and David walked away. Hook’s gaze followed him, his hand running down his face.

“He’s right, y’know,” you said, stepping forward.

A low growl slipped from his throat, Hook turning to face you. He looked almost crestfallen. “Can I not get enough of your bloody family?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me.”

Hook let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, I am very glad, love.”

“There’s that charm of yours,” you remarked humourlessly.

He smiled cheekily. “Doesn’t seem to be working on your sister, though.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. Step after step brought you closer to the pirate. You watched him closely, noting the way his eyes jumped over your figure. “Speaking of, we need to have a chat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, raising his finger to rub against his lips. The movement drew your eye to them. You knew he had noticed your gaze before you managed to tear it away when his lips curled into a smirk. You rolled your eyes. Goddamned pirate.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that, I’m going to get some mixed signals, love.” His voice was as smug and sweet as honey, only managing in irritating you more.

You were not known to be calm and level-headed. Anyone who was close to you knew to keep away when your anger threatened to burst, like an erupting volcano. Emma had once stolen one of your favourite pencils as a child and you had gotten back at her by spilling ink all over her favourite stuffed animal. But Hook did not know you well enough. He smiled sweetly.

Two steps forward and you were stood right in front of him, pressing against his chest. Rum and leather and sea salt filled your nose. The smell of him was overpowering and intoxicating all at once. You pressed one arm against his throat, pushing him back against the cave wall, the other bracing yourself against it. He grunted at the impact, groaning in displeasure, before meeting your gaze steadily.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

The words growled out of your throat, through your gritted teeth. “Stay away from Emma, got it?”

“You may have gotten the good looks of your family. Not the manners, though,” he said lazily.

You cocked your head. “No, that is more my parents’ style.”

“You do have more of a bite than them,” he said. Then he tilted his head, as if in thought. “Huh, well, aren’t you a dark Swan, love? Or do you prefer Black Swan?”

Your brows knit together but you chose to ignore his words. Instead, you said, “I do agree with David that Emma will never fall for you, so you might as well give up now.”

Hook’s eyebrow raised. “If you’re so sure she won’t fall for me, why even bother threatening me? Surely, my flirting must be harmless.”

Your brows knitted together in suspicion. His eyes were annoyingly blue, piercing straight into yours. “Just leave her alone, Hook.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“My flirting with her.” He leant forward a bit, throat straining against your arm. “Swan, are you jealous?”

You opened your mouth to protest. You? Jealous? Ridiculous. Then you noticed that his lips had curled into a cheeky smirk. “No,” you bit out.

Hook blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Heard you were quite the detective out in the Land of No Magic.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Yeah, so?”

He simply hummed, head falling back against the stone walls. His eyes traveled across your figure before jumping up to meet your gaze through his lidded eyes, something unintelligible in those swirls of blue. You ignored the warmth that pooled in your stomach at the sight of him like that.

“I will leave her alone,” he said calmly. “You have my word.”

You tried to detect the mischievous thoughts that were surely lying behind his eyes, but came up empty. You had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but you let him go and stepped back in one swift moment. He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand across his collarbone.

“Fine,” you said, glancing away from his steely gaze. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself then, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing to where the others had gone.

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking past him briskly.

You didn’t know what had suddenly overcome you or why you were now so uncomfortable in Hook’s presence. For the rest of that day, every time you glanced in his direction to make sure he was heeding your words of staying away from Emma—to which he did—you felt as if your nerves were standing on end. And on occasion, when he happened to be glancing your way as well and your eyes met, you felt shivers travel down your body, forcing you to break his eye contact. You thought you could see a smirk playing across his lips in those moments, but you chose to ignore him.

That same evening, you had found out David and Hook been ambushed by the Lost Boys. Apparently, Captain Hook had risked his life saving David from a poisonous arrow with Nightshade on it. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of Hook doing something so heroic, but at the sight of David’s serious face you merely took a swig of the offered flask, like the others. You caught his eye right before he turned and stepped away from the others. You followed him behind a tree.

“I heard what you did for David,” you said. He stopped and turned to face you. “Thank you, Killian.”

His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t leave your father to perish on this island.”

You nodded, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eye. “I must ask, did you do it to get in my sister’s good graces?”

“I thought you weren’t jealous.” His eyebrow raised.

“Answer the question,” you bit out.

His smile dropped as he met your gaze. “No, I didn’t do it for her. I did it for you. And because it was the right thing to do.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you. “So now you’re all righteous, huh?”

Hook cocked his head. “I’ve always been chivalrous,” he said. “And, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that getting your father killed would not help my courting you.”

You chose to ignore those last few words, your smile holding no warmth. “You’re right. You are no genius,” you said.

“This doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Hook remarked, raising his eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground beneath your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He scratched the nape of his neck. “Perhaps you could show me some gratitude to make it up to me.”

His gaze was dark underneath his eyelashes, his lips curling into a smirk. You thought you knew what he was implying. You wouldn’t let him get off that easily, though.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “That was what the ’thank you’ was for.”

“Mmm,” Hook hummed. He took a step closer, so close now you could count his eyelashes. “Is that all your father’s life is worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered, face leaning much closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin. “It’s you who couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes jumped between his, then to his lips. Those damned lips, curled into that damned smile. Oh Gods, why did you have to be attractive to a pirate. Without leaving any time for you to think your actions through, you took ahold of his jacket and pulled his face towards yours.

Hook let out a surprised gasp, which you swallowed into the kiss. He dragged himself closer, hand clinging to your waist. You felt his chest press hard against you as his lips moved against yours. It was harsh, quick, and angry—just like your feelings for him.

The warmth in your stomach deepened as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. One hand made its way into his dark hair, pulling lightly against it. He let out a deep moan at the movement, his eyes shooting open and lips pulling away for a moment.

You smiled at the sight of him, red-lipped, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire. “Too harsh for you, captain?”

He groaned at your words, capturing your lips once more. His hook was pressing your waist against his as his hand grabbed your neck, bringing you into him. He was truly and well intoxicating.

Hook pulled away again, breath coming out in short bursts. “So I’m not good enough for your sister, but I’m good enough for you.”

You cocked your head and shrugged. “I’m not as good as she is.”

He smiled into the kiss when you pulled him closer again. His teeth captured your bottom lip lightly, but the feeling made a smile of your own erupt across your face.

“I don’t know,” Hook said. “I think you’re pretty good.”

“Killian.”

“My name has never sounded sweeter.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smile still playing across your lips.

“With pleasure,” he murmured while pulling you close again.

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sapphicstoria · 3 days ago

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This is going to be a long rant, but I feel more comfortable venting here than on twitter so.

I’m sorry, but I can’t stand a lot of Ch*rlastor fans. I seen one of them try to say it wouldn’t make sense for Chaggie to be endgame, because Charlie is bi and because she and Vaggie have been together for a long time. It made me so confused because how are either of those two things reasons why Charlie shouldn’t end the series with Vaggie? Her long term girlfriend that she’s in love with? And saying because she’s bi, it’d be weird for her to end dating a girl is so ????

It’s been established that Charlie is bisexual, that she’s attracted to men, and may even have had a boyfriend before dating Vaggie. They don’t have to show her dating a man, in the present, for her to be bisexual. And being bisexual doesn’t mean she has to be with a man, if she doesn’t want to. She loves Vaggie. She has never, and will never, be attracted to Alastor.

I’m tired of people constantly putting Chaggie down to praise their ship, when they could praise them without even bringing up chaggie or Vaggie. Saying she is a horrible girlfriend, that she’s not supportive enough, that she doesn’t care about Charlie. People even give Alastor Vaggie’s traits and say he “encourages” Charlie and cares about her dreams when he… does none of that. He uses her and only wants her for her powers. He doesn’t care about the hotel, and only helps because he wants to see it fail. He manipulates her and does not care about her like Vaggie does. It’s fine for fanon, but in canon he does nothing like that.

Vaggie cares so deeply for Charlie, because she is probably the first person who has ever shown Vaggie true kindness and love. They spent awhile being friends, but eventually dated and have such a strong relationship. They’re business partners, and best friends, along with being a couple. That’s one of the best types of relationships. Where you’re not just each other’s partner, but also best friend. Sure, they don’t have many too overly romantic scenes, but that’s just how their relationship is. They’ve been dating each other for years, and are adults. They probably went through their honeymoon phase, but now they’re so close that they don’t need to be overly romantic to show that they’re dating. Their scenes are perfect to show a close relationship.

But when they do have their big romantic scenes, they’re always the most beautifully animated. Like the scene of them first meeting. How Charlie didn’t even hesitate to help her, and when Vaggie finally seen there’s someone out there who does care. It was a touching moment for them.

I’ll never get over how beautiful their duet is. Not only the song, or context, but how it was animated. Their smiles, the way Vaggie was the one to sing first, when she is isn’t really a fan of singing but she knows how much Charlie loves it. The KISS. It was a perfect song, to show just how deep their feelings are for each other. And it made me bawl, when I realized it was a reprise of more than anything. Showing that Lucifer and Vaggie are the people Charlie loves more than anything.

I don’t see why people are judging them so quickly, when we’ve only seen eight episodes that were filled more with action and story than anything romantic. We’re getting more of their story in season two, even a look into their ~sexy lives~, and probably even more individual scenes of Charlie and Vaggie for their character. You don’t have to like them, but it really annoys me when I see people putting them down just to praise a mlw ship. :/ again, you can praise your ship, without having to attack Chaggie. And if you’re not able to do that, and can only bring up the positives of Ch*rlastor by picking apart chaggie as a couple, then maybe your ship just isn’t that great. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #anti charlastor #anti chalastor #chaggie #sapphic #lgbtq #vent post #rant post #just wanting to spread joy to my fave Hazbin ship #i love them so much #they will get their endgame #and i can’t wait for their haters to see their season two scenes #😉😉

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lucygraysboy · 2 days ago

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the tub’s filled almost to the brim, steam hovering above it and dancing in the air as billy empties the last pot. it’s a little too warm to just jump in, but that will give lucy gray the time to undress and prepare. lucy gray. he assumes she’s been napping and that’s why she hasn’t greeted him… up until he actually looks at the bed and realizes the amputee teddy bear is the only one still in it. what the fuck? he really shouldn’t have trusted her. is she somewhere out there looking for sticks? is she running away from him? for some reason, the latter has his chest constricting. did he treat her poorly? did he scare her? did he do something wrong? the stew’s untouched. his gun and bullets are still where he’s left them. “lucy gray? it’s billy. i’m back! got your bath ready!” he checks the whole house, telling himself that maybe she’s just playing a silly trick on him — hiding somewhere underneath the bed or behind the drawer. maybe she simply went outside to potty. he walks out, standing on the stoop and looking around, not really seeing her. his heart seems to be pounding in the back of his throat, teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. an anxious habit. “lucy gray?” what if she went out to collect those dumb sticks and fainted? what if she got attacked by a wild animal? there’s not a single optimistic thought in his head. it has him realizing something — how quickly he gets attached to people, how fast he opens up his heart and lets them in… is this how his brother felt when she left him? dizzy and nauseous, he stares at the trees in front of him, looking for a glimpse of that rainbow-colored skirt and seeing only the dark trunks and twisted branches. “lucy gray?” he calls out again, glued to the step, afraid he might find her bones once spring comes. maybe she was just a mirage. a figment of his imagination? “lucy gray, where are you?”

billy remembers crossing a small creek not far away from the cabin, and so he grabs a bucket and a few bigger pots and decides to find it. the ground beneath his feet is soggy after last night’s rain, leaves and mud sticking to the soles of his boots. he does his best to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps going back to lucy gray and his twin brother. the things she’s seen and been through. he wants to help her out of the goodness of his heart, but the winter is coming — the wind has a mean bite to it, the trees are bare, most of the plants have died… even if she decides to go with him, she will slow him down. maybe he’ll have to carry her? how far can they make it before the sun goes down? as a general rule of thumb, a healthy person can expect to hike at a pace of about 2-3 miles per hour on flat terrain, and then 1-2 miles per hour on more challenging terrain. the terrain is surely challenging and she’s far from healthy. does she even have boots? what about the sores and callouses on her feet? will they have to spend a few nights with no shelter under the stars? and the longer he lingers in that hut, without proper nutrition, the weaker he’ll become. time’s their enemy in every scenario. he locates the creek after about half an hour of searching, fills the bucket and pots with as much water as he can carry, and returns… home. the fire outside is still going and so he just has to feed it a few more logs to ensure it’s strong enough to heat up water. he glances towards the window and smiles, waving a hand, just in case lucy gray’s watching him. he can’t really tell with the sun reflecting in the glass. he wishes there were some flowers that he could add and make the bath more special and inviting, but once again — everything’s dead or dying. once he spots steam rising from the pots, he begins to carry them inside, one after another, filling up the tub. his glove-clad hands extremely useful, keeping his skin from burning.

#billysgirllol #when you just want to give your girl a bath but shes digging for worms and giving you a heart attack :')))) LOVE THAT #hes on the verge of breaking down sfjkdnfs

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somereaderinblue · 2 days ago

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LMK God Games

Did somebody say LMK x Epic the Musical??? I had to post this after seeing these amazing YT animatics which I highly rec. Anyways, enjoy some LMK Nezha content!

[NEZHA]

Father, general, rarely do I ask for favors

Now I humbly, beseech you to spare some mercy

For a dear friend who’s a prisoner far from home

Sun Wukong.

[LI JING]

Divine intervention, is that what you seek?

To untie apprehensions that were placed on that beast?

You may upset the balance for an ape full of shame

But if he's worth the risk of such loud dissent

Let us make it a test.

Convince each of them that he deserves to be released, and I'll release him.

[NEZHA]

Who's them?

[LI JING]

Nüwa! Lao Tzu!

Guanyin! Ao Guang!

Chang’e! Or Me.

What do you say?

[NÜWA]

Great.

[LAO TZU]

Very well.

[GUANYIN]

Agreed.

[AO GUANG]

Hmph.

[CHANG’E]

Groovy!

[NEZHA]

Bring it.

[NÜWA]

You know well I'm a fan of nature’s all

So with so many creatures gone

Has Wukong no heart at all?

[NEZHA]

Their intentions meant him harm

He had companions under his charge

It was a hard choice to make

To live another day and prevail despite the stakes!

[NÜWA]

Fair point, release him.

[LAO TZU]

Trust is not real without care

Why should we offer him a hand?

He turned his back on all his friends.

[NEZHA]

Did you forget they failed to listen?

He was betrayed and then imprisoned

But if you make the right decision

He can still build a future with those he misses.

[LAO TZU]

Fine, release him.

[GUANYIN]

Though he is strong and mighty, your friend Wukong

Has a callous heart, disregards others for himself.

[NEZHA]

He was busy fighting-

[GUANYIN]

More like busy spiting the deities

It is only fair he faces comeuppance for his crimes.

[NEZHA]

Wait! Please reconsider this….

[AO GUANG]

Really Nezha? These old tricks?

[NEZHA]

Ao Guang!

[AO GUANG]

What kind of so-called warrior just uses his power

Uncaring of those in the crossfire?

He didn’t even spare his brothers

Turned to fodder to sate her

Traded all their lives to demons of bone

Untrustworthy, obtuse, upfront

Pathetic and weak like his son!

[NEZHA]

Hold your tongue now! His son's my friend!

And when were second chances something we can’t spare?

You want redemption? Then set him free

To get back to his homestead for atonement, you’ll all see!

[GUANYIN & AO GUANG]

Very well, release him.

[CHANG’E]

Hey bestie~

So many legends, so many tales

Give me one good reason why yours should prevail!

[NEZHA]

He's got some nice golden vision!

[CHANG’E]

Try harder.

[NEZHA]

He wields a mighty staff!

[CHANG’E]

You can do better than that!

[NEZHA]

He's kind of funny?

[CHANG’E]

Eh…

[NEZHA]

Never once does he stop loving his mate.

[CHANG’E]

Release him!

[NEZHA]

I’ve done your test and passed! Release him.

[LI JING]

You dare to defy me? To not know your place?

No one beats me, no one brings heaven shame!

Power, madness, balance, justice

I must show you right from wrong

To cease this tantrum once and for all!

[GUANYIN]

Is he dead?

An entire lifetime unfolds between Nezha’s heartbeats.

Sun Wukong’s life.

As a troublemaker, a warrior, a king……

Then a husband, a father.

How lovely the day had been, the memory as sweet as the peaches and plums they had gorged on.

And then-

“YOU’RE ALONE!”

The words erode him from within like rot through fruit. He’s not alone, he has powers mortals could only dream of having a speck of, he has his father, brothers and duties-

He has Wukong’s friendship. Or well, he had it.

Nezha blinks and suddenly he sees Xiaotian, MK, Wukong and Macaque’s son, their legacy, the star to their sun and moon, Nezha’s-

“-friend, I couldn’t ask for more!”

Wukong was wrong.

He knows what he’s fighting for now.

Through the blinding glow of Li Jing’s attack, a flurry of pink lotus petals explodes in retaliation.

Gritting his teeth, Nezha’s arms trembled under his shield. He takes one step forward, then another, and another-

His shield shatters, he takes two steps back. He barely raises his spear in time to block his father’s next blow. The shaft of his weapon is molten lava in his palms.

He loses his spear first. Then most of his armor, then his wheels, ah he hasn’t walked in a while, with how shaky his legs are he’s surprised he’s still upright-

Then he’s not. His father’s wrath rumbles in warning. What was one more act of defiance?

And so Nezha, Third Lotus Prince, crawls up those final steps and uses the last of his strength to grab the Pagoda-Wielding General’s fluttering cape.

[NEZHA]

Let him go….please

Let him go…..

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Disloyalty (Chapter Two)

Book One Masterlist

Synopsis: Adamant of settling scores, Y/n puts a plot into motion. One that will take her right into the royal family.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Alys Rivers x Aemond Targaryen

Jaecerion Targaryen x Reader

Jason Lannister x Reader (minor)

(more to come!)

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, mentions of rape (not to the reader), morally grey reader

There was a spurt of blood, an ear piecing scream, and the rush of women coming in. 'She has attacked the princess!' Cerilla called out. They all rushed in, then paused, and gasped. There stood the princess with blood on her hands. Metal oozing with blood going 'drip' onto the ground held by her hand. The blood was yours, grasping at your arm with a long gash on it. Looking up with tearstained eyes (which were not fake, stabbing yourself fucking hurt) you whimpered (which was fake) and made a show of trying to get up. 'Call the guards!' A lady cried. Ellyn whipped around and all the ladies shrank back. As if she had turned into a monster. Then she was back on you. Through the pain you smiled at her, a full grin which none could see but her.

With a great burst of rage she hurled herself at you. Nails like talons tore your skin which was further marred as Ellyn pummeled you with everything she had. Your body went numb from the sudden loss of blood and sudden beating. Even in her last life, no matter how angry, Ellyn had never resorted to beating you. 'No!' And Ellyn was thrown back. Warm arms wrapped themselves around you. It was Flora who came to your rescue, the same one who spoke at your trial. Gathering your shaking figure in her arms she turned on Ellyn. 'How could you!' The other ladies were frozen, even Cerilla. None of them seemed to know what to do. The pain had been worth it. Ellyn stood there all alone. She was the one on trial.

'I am afraid this will scar My Lady.' Maester Orwyle examined the stiches he's put in. Admiring the pure nastiness of it you fought the urge to smile. Ellyn would find it very hard to come back from this. 'Thank you maester.' Once the maester was gone Elinor swept in. 'Y/n, by the gods.' She gasped when you showed her the scar. 'That wicked woman!' You let her pull you into a hug, it felt nice. 'Lets get you to bed. That must have been a terrible shock.' You should have felt more guilty that you were. But the satisfaction quickly snuffed it out. 'Ellyn might as well have stabbed me. I just made sure the world knew who she truly was.' With that reasoning you allowed Elinor to lead you to bed. She fussed over you, making sure everything was comfortable. After serving you a cup of warm honeyed milk you were left alone. The drink was sweet and you savored it. Sweeter still was the taste of victory.

To your surprise you had visitors. 'No one would truly care. They only worry that Ellyn made the royal family look bad.' Months being left alone had banished any hope of others decency. Even if Flora had so sweetly comforted you and the maesters fussed over the wound. Not sleeping you looked at the long scar. It throbbed with delicious pain. It felt so good for some of that pain to be focused on the outside for once. Stabbing yourself had been so sweet, there had been rage in the motion. You imagined sinking the metal into Jenna's thin pale neck and watching the light go out. Carefully you traced the line. They said it would heal but the scar would remain. Unbidden you thought back to that night on Driftmark. Aemond had not been the only one to be injured. Alicent, in her rage, had sliced Rhaenyra's arm. Even now you could not blame her. A mothers rage was powerful, could burn nations.

Elinor came in looking worn out, brown hair slightly escaping the up do. 'Y/n, I am sorry he insisted.' Sitting up you asked 'Who?'. Jaecerion came in looking angrier than you had seen him in a long time. 'Elinor it is alright. I will speak to him.' You knew despite his anger Jaecerion would never hurt you. He looked so much like his brother Aemond from a distance. But when one looked closer they could se the differences. While Aemond's rage was cold, secretive, Jaecerion's was white hot. It showed so clearly on his beautiful face, which resembled a woman's more than a man's. His face was softer and his skin smooth. The Targaryens were truly blessed when it came to looks. Even Helaena in her most wretched state had been lovely.

Jeacerion sat down on the bed, it creaked under his weight. You could smell the lavender essence he bathed in. The scent soothed you, reminiscent of simpler times. While Aemond smelt of salt and sweat his brother reminded you of the forest. With Aemond you went to the alcove and swam in waves. Jaecerion always preferred the forest. There was a large three the two of you would climb and sit in for hours. This was years ago, even before time had turned back. How could you have preferred Aemond when Jaecerion was there? A hand went to his face and like a puppy he leaned into it. Jenna had deprived you of this love, curse her. Yet here he was safe and in your arms.

His lips trailed down your palm and wordlessly the two of you looked into each others eyes. Wonder was in those lilac eyes. Never before had you indulged him so. Always there had been a sort of propriety. Here you were, the energy hot. The he broke away. 'Are you alright?' Was he asking in regards to your injury, or the liberty you had just allowed him to take? 'All is well.' You needed to be bold.

You had always been taught loyalty to house Tyrell, then the Targaryens. Well not this time. From here on out you would be loyal to one person, yourself. Every action you took would be in the service of yourself, your desires, your revenge. Inwards you would now look, in service of a new master. Control was addictive and for a moment you almost did not blame Jenna. How sweet this was, to know plans were of your own doing. You would lay low your enemies and bathe in their blood if so desired.

With a hand still on Jaecerion's face you leaned in. Not too close but enough he was reflected on your eyes. If someone walked in at that moment they would be in no doubt what was happening. The desire was so clear on both ends. Lust and love on his end, desire, lust and revenge on yours. Wetness pooled between your thighs. Silently you cursed the guard outside. You wanted him right here, at that moment.

'I am in no great pain.' You soothed. 'For Ellyn's sake I should hope so.' Jaecerion's hand clenched. Desire stirring ever greater you put both hands on his face. 'But I am better now. Thank you for coming.' Leaning further still, your lips grazed his cheek in the chastest of kisses. You heard his breath hitch with desire and it fuel your own. Despite never being a shy girl you had never dared go so far. Bold you had been before, but never like this. 'I am seizing control of my destiny.' You thought.

The next day you were summoned by Alicent. Flanked by two ladies you were escorted to a room where the Dowager Queen sat on a thronelike chair. Other ladies sat in attendance, silent as the dead. Before Alicent were two chairs, one occupation by Ellyn. Sitting, you spared her a glance out of the corner of your eye. She was pale and trembling slightly. Sympathy did not stir. 'She deserves ever second of this.' Ellyn had been more than happy to put you on trial, questioning your virtue. Now it would be her turn. Noticing several ladies standing you realized Flora and Cerilla were there. Hands clenched on the oak chair as you thought they might be used as witnesses. Suddenly uneasy you tried to remain composed.

Silently everyone sat until the door opened. Otto and Aemond had stridden in imperiously. Surprisingly Alicent got up and it was Otto who sat on the chair. 'How odd.' You thought. His cold hard eyes analyzed you both. 'You look oddly relaxed, Lady Y/n.' 'The Seven Pointed Star says the innocent have nothing to fear.' You coolly replied. Little did they now it was sheer fucking triumph that sustained you. Otto demanded to hear the story. First it was Ellyn's tale, which in all fairness was the truth. Then yours, a lie. Otto seemed utterly confused as to which one was correct. Normally he would take Ellyn's side. But you knew the marriage to Jason Lannister was in the works. Besides, you were a Tyrell. He could not simply have you made guilty.

'Lady Flora, please tell me what you saw and heard.' Nervously Flora stood before him. A chill ran down your spin as you remembered the courtroom. 'Relax. She speaks in your favour.' You soothed. Speak in your favour she did. 'Ellyn sent Cerilla and a maid away leaving her alone with the princess. It was quiet for a bit and then we heard a scream.' Otto leaned forward. 'How screamed.' Flora looked back to you. 'Lady Y/n, I think. So we all came rushing and the princess was standing over her with something sharp. Y/n was on the floor, My Lord she was crying.' Otto dismissed her.

Instead of jubilation you felt oddly lightheaded. Before you swam the Great Hall, and your trial. A painful thump was going off and you wanted to hurl. 'Please let this end.' Triumph was gone replaced by this overwhelming, disgusting weakness. Worse still was when Cerilla took to the stand. 'Lady Y/n was very unhappy when she arrived. When the princess asked for her attention Lady Y/n ignored her.' Otto scrutinized her, and then you. 'Lady Y/n, why did you ignore the princess?' Deciding to answer somewhat truly you replied 'I feared that in anger I would say something unkind.' 'And why is that?' 'As you knew there have been certain unfounded rumors spread. When I was summoned Princess Ellyn accosted me. I believe the words she used were "

‘She called me a whore and threatened me with the Silent Sisters. She insinuated that Queen Alicent was lax, allowed me to seduce her son.’ The last part was merely fabrication. Yet the best lies always had some truth to them. Otto Hightower might not care for you beyond being a chess piece. There was a chance that he might send you away, regardless of who the guilty party was. But bringing up Alicent, and the honour of his house, Otto’s rage would fall on Ellyn completely. Otto’s eyes narrowed. ‘Did she only say this to you?’ Suddenly you realized what was happening. If Otto could silence you, he would. ‘From what I hear she has told this story up many. Although I have not engaged in such talk.’

You dared to look at Ellyn. Resolutely the started ahead. Despite this you could see the rage clear as day. Her carefully manicured nails sunk into wood. No doubt she longed to slash you with them. You imagined her alone in a room, simmering in impotent rage. The satisfaction was so intoxicating you felt dizzy. You wondered how far Ellyn could be pushed before going mad.

Otto turned to Ellyn. He did not say a word for several moments. Shouting would have been less terrifying compared to the look on his face. Never before had you payed much attention to Otto's eyes. Despite their colour you shivered at their coldness. The ridged manner in which he held himself reminded you on one who was just barely holding themselves back. This left you with the feeling of being ill at ease. The conversation may not go where you wanted it to go. Deception had served you well so far, but for how long?

'Did you say these things?' His voice was barely more than a whisper. Even you shrunk back in the wake of his cold fury. One hand in a fist it took everything in you not to flee. Any moment that great anger might turn itself on you. Ellyn's thin mouth was trembling Otto towered above her, a pillar of condensed rage. 'I never meant to question the Dowager Queen's person. Only that Y/n may have abused that position as a trusted companion to the Queen to get close to the Prince.' You could not let her get an edge. Going in for the kill, you suddenly spoke up. 'My Lord, if I may, but people are already questioning the Dowager Queen's honour.' This seemed to be too much for Otto. He looked ready to strangle the pair of you, though which ones his anger would fall on was to be seen. 'Both of you...out! You will go to your rooms and not leave until this investigation is over.' Neither of you needed to be told twice. You were only too happy to escape Otto's anger, for now at least. A lady stepped out and you were escorted back to the room. 'You better keep your head down miss. The Hand is very angry.' You did not need to be told twice.

Sitting alone in the room, with the acceptation of Elinor, you wondered if this plan was worth it. A day had passed and still you heard nothing. What if your plan went south? This had been a gamble, one that might not play out in your favour. You had been so angry that when you stabbed the metal deep into flesh the thought of Ellyn's position had not occurred. Such was your thirst for vengeance. A cold wind had blown in from the north carrying pine on its scent. Looking over the forest you wondered what Alys was doing right now. Being here, sitting on that windowsill you remembered how in Harrenhal one could look out the tower window over a sea of trees. Like a great wave you imagined a great black wave washing everything away. Your dreams had been filled with rivers of blood. Shuddering, you remembered how helpless you had felt. You were tired of feeling helpless.

Eventually someone did come at the end of day two. Thankfully it was Catrina. She looked just the same as when you last saw her. 'How are you Y/n.' She sounded sympathetic, but you could not be sure. Experience had taught you not to trust anyone. Catrina was only a little younger than Jenna, and like that woman had long sweeping sleeves. For one moment you felt the urge to scream, until caution grasped you once more. Placing a smile on your face, you greeted her politely. 'Has The Hand sent you?' 'Yes he has. You are free to go where you will.' And then Catrina got up close to you. 'Y/n, it is best to be careful. The Hand will drop this matter but I suspect he is unhappy. Just look after yourself.' You looked up into her green eyes. 'Do not worry, I have every intention of protecting myself.'

Very soon it became clear what was to happen. This incident was to be swept under the rug. Publicly nothing had happened. If anyone was to aske where you got the scar you simply replied with "a simply accident". But word quickly got around despite Otto's attempts to silence the story. People were looking at you and whispering behind their hands. No one, other than those present, were truly sure what had happened. Only that there was an altercation, with Ellyn as the instigator. The only consolation you received was that Ellyn was doing no better. You had been removed from her service, but she still walked the halls. People would look at her and a few shrunk back. Giggling behind your hands you delighted in her troubles.

You had one week until Otto would betroth you to Jason Lannister. This meant there was only one week for this plan to work. Jaecerion would not be here for long, so you had to move quickly. This would all depend on how you approached Jaecerion. Normally you would not like an upfront approach. Being too eager for a man was unladylike and might put a man off. Though Jaecerion might not mind. Everything was a risk now. Jaecerion would likely be in meeting or flying above to keep an eye on the sky. The best time to press your suit would be the morning, when most of the castle was asleep. Despite the risk you felt there was a sense of victory. This time you were taking life into your own hands. No one but you would decide the course of your life. You would marry who you chose, and wreck havoc on your enemies.

One oddly cold morning you waited by an outlook over the courtyard. As you expected the castle was quiet. The sun was just barely over the horizon. With keen eyes you looked for any sign of a dragon in the sky. Eventually you did. In the far distance you saw a shadow just above the clouds. At first you waited, it could very well be someone else. But as the dragon dipped bellow the clouds you knew who it was. Racing down the stairs you were outside in a moment. Jaecerion came in by horse, his dragon was too large for the courtyard. When he saw you a smile broke over his face. 'Y/n, it is so early.' Not that he seemed unhappy at your presence. A smile broke out over your face. Jaecerion took your hand in his cold one and pressed a kiss to the skin. As he let go the surprisingly short sleeve of your dress showed the scar. 'What is this?' Tenderly he took your wrist. Pretending this had all been a horrible mistake on your part, a show of surprise was made. 'Oh! Nothing.' Quickly you pulled away.

Jaecerion did not let up, as you had expected. Once more he took your arm. 'Who. Did. This.' For once you saw Otto Hightower in his grandson's face. The look in his eyes was just as venomous at Otto's. For one moment you hesitated. You could not really say why. Was it the look in his eyes? The sudden feeling of danger? Ignoring those instincts you told him your story, of how Ellyn had "stabbed" you in a rage. His reaction was just as you expected. His jaw clenched and purple eyes glinted malevolently. A light pink tinge appeared on his cheeks, only when he was angry. On instinct you reached up and touched his face. Turning him by the chin you looked up at him. 'I am alright. She will not come near me again.' 'No she will not.' Jaecerion then turned on his heel and stormed off. Quickly you followed in pursuit. 'Where are you going?' Jaecerion did not even turn around. 'To find my brother.' He snarled. Immediately you knew this was a bad idea. This would completely blow your plan, and you did not want Jaecerion getting hurt. Grabbing him by the arm you pulled Jaecerion to you. Taking him by the arm you were practically chest to chest. 'Please, no.' You did not need to fake any fear. 'I do not want to face the crowns wrath again, please.' For a moment you though he might ignore you and storm off. To your great relief he climbed down. Jaecerion took your hands off him and placed his on your shoulders.

'Is there anything I can do for you?' Perfect. 'I just need protection.' Jaecerion pulled you into a hug. 'I will always protect you, Y/n.'

The dreams had come back. Only this time you knew what to expect. Skeletal trees and rivers of blood had become like breakfast or reading a book, completely normal. You were determined not to be afraid. Sometimes little purple butterflies would fly by you. When looking at the trees there were sometimes blue cocoons amongst the twisted faces and red sap. Most of the time in these dreams you conversed with the faces. Much of the time it was hard to make out what they were trying to say. Waking up you knew that finding Alys was becoming curtail. Less than a week left. With a moan of fear you would roll over and consider the worst. You might as well still be utterly helpless. Then you would see the guards shadow just outside the door. Cerilla's spy. Then your resolve would harden.

You had not forgotten Cerilla's deeds despite everything that had happened. Her enemy's spy was still engraved in your mind. A small rosebud mouth, beauty mark, slight cleft chin, a thin neck. Looking for this woman was tricky. You could not be sure for certain who she was. In the halls you observed the friends of Cerilla. Unfortunately many bore these looks, and you could not be sure if your eyes had been true that day. There were several ideas you had, none of them great. One had been that you would tell the guard a story about needing to go on a walk. Then you would hide behind a statue and wait. Once the guard was done talking with Cerilla's spy you would come around the corner and pretend to walk in on them. You would demand the intruder remove her hood and then the identity would be revealed. The only flaw was that she might realize what you were up to. This had caused you a fair amount of anxiety. There was so much to do in so little time.

While warging certainly sounded interesting it did not serve your current needs. Although the idea of seeing through an animals mind was intriguing. The Seer, a rare ability said to be a blessing from the Old Gods, were merely legend according to most south of the boarder separating the North from south. Once you had been just as dismissive. Alicent had summoned the ladies once more to sew in her rooms. As usual everything was quiet. The whole time Alicent rigidly sat on her chair not saying a word. You would have declined the invitation if at liberty to do so. If everything went according to plan you would not have to obey anyone again. However that goal seemed farther and farther of. Still, you held firm. Defeat was not a word in your vocabulary these days. Like a hound you were on the scent for victory.

Ellyn is not there. You suspect that is because there are orders to keep the two of you apart. Or maybe she was avoiding you. The thought sent a shiver of glee through you, to wreck upon her the same misery she delighted in. Nearly you kicked silk covered feet in glee like a child. Not all your enemies were gone. Cerilla and a few of her friends were by a stain glass window. Why were they not with their mistress. You suspected as spies, either on the orders of Ellyn as well as Jenna. Across the room you sat with ladies once called your friends, seething with anger. beside you was a goblet of water you wished to pour right over Cerilla's delicate curls. Would it not just be the most delightful thing if her pride was humbled. Humbled she might be as of late. Ever since the incident in Ellyn's bathing room Cerilla and her company had avoided you. Wistfully you dreamed of doing it again to any one of them.

At some point you decided to depart and begged Alicent's pardon. She did not seem to mind your sudden departure. Down the cold hallway you advanced, alone. Or so you thought. Shortly after you left the quiet stuffy room behind the door opened once more. Two of Cerilla's friends had come out, Erald Swann and Mara Florent. Unfortunately you were somewhat well acquainted with Erald Swann, a self important youth who took great pleasure in tormenting you. Even after two years you still remembered him requesting your "services" in front of everyone. The way he looked at you made your blood curdle. The girl next to him you did not know very well. She was in Cerilla's group of friends but she and you rarely interacted. 'What do you want?' Making no attempt to be friendly you haughtily eyed the pair. 'Where might you be off to, my dear?' You wanted to spit right into Erald's face. Who in the Seven Hells did he think he was?! Coldly you sneered. 'I do not have to answer to you, Swann.' You turned but he seized you by the wrist. Having been completely unprepared for this you stumbled. The girl gasped and stepped back. All three of you must have been louder than realized because several ladies came out. 'What is this?' Catrina narrowed her eyes on Erald's hand. Yanking it away you spat; 'He attacked me.' Erald look affronted. 'I did no such thing.' He protested. Catrina did not look convinced. Mara looked like a deer in headlights, slowly backing away. It was then that you noticed her face. Pale, slightly cleft chin, long neck, a beauty mark by her mouth. Your hand tightened into a fist. 'Pardon me, I wish to be left alone.' Her features branded itself into your mind long after you left.

'I need you to check to hall, someone was following me.' Elinor had been dismissed after preparing you for bed. Once you were sure she way away the time had come. The guard, Cerilla's catspaw, was waiting by the door as usual. Making sure the black cloak was by you bed ready, you opened the door. He looked surprised, to your satisfaction. You had a plan to catch this girl. First, you would ask the guard to check on the "disturbance". When you made the order he looked around and then obeyed. Once down the hall you closed the door and crept down the hall. Hiding behind a statue you waited. It did not take very long for the guard to return. Undoubtedly he did not look for very long, his job was not to protect you. Hiding in you dark cloak at night in shadow no one could see you. The statue hid you quite well. For some time you waited. A cold draft came through the windows, moonlights cool gaze providing the hall with light. In great anticipation you waited for the girl.

Just when you thought this was all a foolish idea you saw someone walk down the hall. The familiar figure came down the hall in great haste. She did not see you in her hurry. With a rye smile you imagined what misfortune she might come across. For a while there was nothing, and then the girl came back. She was down the hall when you stood up. This would be risky. Anyone who saw you come down the hall might be suspicious. Better to show your face as a member of the court than be mistaken for an intruder. Perhaps it was merely in the case you suspected anything. Once she had turned the corner you followed in haste. Carefully you looked around the corner so that no guards could see you. Her cloak disappeared into a room just down the hallway , her guard stepping aside. Convenient for her. Convenient for you. heading back to your spot behind the statue you returned for a long night. This part was the least certain and relied on a fair amount of luck. Only if Elinor came alone would this work.

The night passes quickly for one with vengeful imaginings in their mind. Physical distress meant nothing compared to your emotional turmoil. Nighttime waned as the sun cast its rays and banished the moon. Back on alert you watched every passer by. Servants were starting to prepare the castle for another day. Anxiety started to set in as the minutes suddenly became long. Nervously your hands rung together, teeth biting into your lower lip. This only dissipated when Elinor finally came with a bowl of hot water in her hand. Luck was on your side as no one else was there. Elinor nearly dropped the down when you emerged. Pressing a finger to your lips you hurried to her. 'I went for a walk but the guard doesn't know. Elinor I wasn't feeling well last night and had to walk.' Playing on her sympathy had worked. Elinor had to guard look for something and then hurried you inside. When the guard came back you were getting dresses. He was none the wiser to last nights events.

This alcove had been a fixture in your life for fourteen years. many days you had hid here with Aemond away from prying eyes. It had been your sanctuary. What a fool you had been. Hiding out here had only given your enemies fuel with which to bring you down. Where one this was a place of freedom, it now represented a tomb. You had not wanted to return to this painful reminder of a girl buried. The very idea had nearly made you sick, but there was another traitorous, disloyal part of you that clung to whatever vestige it held in your heart. Going alone you went down the worn steps and could smell wet rock and water. Somehow the stench of Kings Landing did not extend to this place. You could not tell if that was a good thing or not. Warily you stepped into the alcove, which was empty of all life save yourself. Did Aemond still come? Or had he written this place off as an embarrassing part of his past? You were utterly convinced it was the latter. Taking off the cloak you allowed the cold to wash over you. Closing your eyes you could imagine that moment time went back. Impenetrable darkness had nearly chocked you in that moment. That cold and dark had been like nothing else you had ever felt. How lonely it had been. Taking off your shoes you slipped off stockings. The water nearly froze your toes. Wearily your elbows rested on shaking knees. With a bend head you shielded your eyes from the world. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, carried into the water and washed away.

When you next met Jaecerion it was on his account, not yours. You had just been coming back from the alcove when he walked right up to you. 'Y/n are you well?' Giving him a plastered smile you lied and said yes. He did not buy it in the least. 'Please Y/n. You have nothing to hide.' Jaecerion looked down to see shoeless feet. Bending down he took a foot in his hand, fingertips reverently touching the arches. Looking up at you with those bright purple eyes he gazed upon cold lips. Then his eyes met yours. 'Have you been thinking about Aemond again.' It was not even a question. Immediately you took the slightly trembling foot out of his grasp. 'Just walking. I better head back ,your mother will be requesting my attendance.' You did not even wait for his reply.

Jaecerion Pov

He watched Y/n go, her feet still bare. Seeing her to disheveled and open made desire stir in his chest. His mother told him it was sin to lust after a woman like this. And be like Aemond? Hah! If he'd been Aemond he would have taken Y/n already, and made her his whether crown and faith consented or no. He knew she had been his the day they were hiding from an irate septa. He had been fifteen, she a year younger. He had played a prank which ended up with Septa Clair nearly ending up on her behind. He'd ran before she could catch him. Aemond, Flora and Y/n had not been far away, and drawn to the noise. They nearly ran into each other and Jaecerion had quickly told them his tale. Aemond, naturally, had chastised him. Y/n and Flora erupted into giggles. Aemond had declared he would stay behind and speak to the septa. Y/n, Flora and himself, who were actually children and not old men trapped in a fifteen year old's body, ran. At some point they had been separated from Flora and were in the library. They had found refuge behind a bookshelf and were giggling away. Y/n was leaning against her. He could smell the warmth of sunlight in her hair. Y/n's arm was wrapped around his waist and she snuggled into his side.

Jaecerion had been the third born, looked over son. Visery's was always too busy with a daughter who was hardly around and spent her time whoring around. Alicent, while slightly more involved, hardly had time for time. As a child Jaecerion was not clever as Aemond, not the heir like Aegon, not a girl like Helaena. He felt that Daeron had been the luckiest, being spirited away to Old Town. Quickly Jaecerion realized he mattered very little to this family. Jaecerion was merely another son for his grandfather to use in his quest for power. He might as well be another non entity to this foul house. The first time Jaecerion met Y/n he hardly cared. Just another high born child taken in to be a companion, no true friendship there. For a while the two hardly interacted. She was always with Aemond or Helaena. Then the spawn of Rhaenyra left and Jaecerion was suddenly forced to endure his brother Aemond. Y/n tried to engage Jaecerion in conversation, which at the time he found profoundly annoying. There was no great moment where Jaecerion fell in love with Y/n. He could not figure out the day or hour in which it happened. Only that one day he realized she was very dear to him.

'If you want to be as good as Aemond you will have to study harder.' Twelve year old Jaecerion frowned over the old pages dating back to Aegon the Conqueror's reign. Everything felt so confusing, the words seemed to fuzz together into an incoherent mess. Aemond had been allowed to leave the schoolroom after giving another flawless example of his academic achievements. Despite being the same age Jaecerion was nowhere near Aemond's abilities. It seemed loosing an eye had hardened his brother. His teacher had been frustrated and his mother given a lecture. It seemed no one was willing to help. He wanted to be good, for them to be proud of him, to be the best. Only no one was on his side. By complete coincidence Y/n had been walking by when she saw Jaecerion near tears hovering over the pages. Noticing his distress you walked into the schoolroom. 'Jaecerion?' He was too upset to even be embarrassed. 'Where is everyone?' Y/n looked around at the otherwise empty schoolroom. 'It's this stupid book.' Jaecerion was ready to tear the pages out, regardless of their age and significance. 'Why don't I help?' Skeptically Jaecerion looked at her. 'How?' She pulled up a chair and picked up a piece of parchment. 'Here. Let me help you.' From that day onwards Y/n would sit with Jaecerion in the schoolroom.

Mara Florents' wails echoed through the halls. Surrounded by her ladies she wept. Everyone on that floor could smell the smoke from last nights fire. The entirety of Mara's room had been destroyed. Late last night a candle must have been knocked over while Talia was out. Every dress, book and cherished family heirloom was destroyed beyond recognition. everyone was so focused on Talia that none noticed the absence of one person. A floor above Y/n sat on the window ledge listening to her cries. It carried on the wind and her heart had never been lighter. The match in her hand, blackened by fire, fell from fingertips and onto the ground far bellow.

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blackberrybuds · 3 days ago

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The only reason I’m not sure it’s Okazaki is because the murder was so personal and Okazaki doesn’t really do personal, she does morbid curiosity but I don’t see why she’d do something like torture to Kamimura, maybe to Wada but not Kamimura

What do you think?

except okazaki definitely DOES do personal. her actions towards wada were very clearly targeted - the server room attack was fully directed at tsuno and the computer lab attack was fully directed at wada. if okazaki is the killer, i think shes definitely the killer for BOTH kamimura and tsuno.

bit of a side theory: we dont know how double murders work, and we dont know how TRAPS work. we dont know if someone setting off a trap means the KILLER gets a kill or the VICTIM gets a kill. it could work on a system where the victim triggering the trap makes the victim the blackened. we dont know. so maybe she killed kamimura as insurance? if she killed kamimura first, assuming we operate on something similar to the danganronpa rules, that would mean that regardless of what tsuno's death counted as, okazaki would still be the blackened and have the opportunity to escape. is it possible she killed kamimura as insurance? i think yes personally

"but blackberry why would she kill tsuno" because shes OBSESSED WITH TSUNO.

she attacks wada specifically to get a reaction out of tsuno and then revels in how angry she made her. shes OBSESSED with tsuno. she labels herself as villainous, and tsuno is a superhero. this was a very personal attack on tsuno.

"but blackberry why would she gore kamimura so brutally if it was just about tsuno" BECAUSE SHES NERFING KEN!!! this is a tactic we have ALREADY SEEN KILLERS USE. sasaki did the same thing in ch1 - she assigned herself to investigate with ken because hes REALLY REALLY SMART. HES GOOD AT INVESTIGATING AND HES GOOD AT TRIALS. if she absolutely shredded kamimura to pieces, that would throw ken off incredibly hard, and now she doesnt have to worry about his trial contributions. thats my take at least

this is rambling my bad LMAO i might sound completely insane

#ask #anon #tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa #tetro pink #blackberry rambling #tetro #tdrp #okazaki hanano #tetro spoilers

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stellaclaw · 20 hours ago

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i can see your perspective, and to some extent i do agree. some of my favorite character in other fandoms are villains (something i have actually been attacked over lol).

when i say the books lack complexity, i dont mean the building blocks arent there. however, it needs to be heavily contextualized in that the writers often discard what they have- bonefall found an excellent basis the writers had set, but in crowfeathers trial, its often been noted that breezepelts edges are sanded down to make him more agreeable, and thus give an “easier” version to forgive- indeed, what we see of him in dovewings silence is very inconsistent from crowfeathers trial, and his arc is wrapped up rather abruptly and not even from his pov, when it really, truly should have been to give it a satisfying ending. furthermore, when crowfeather blames nightcloud for breezepelt hating him, we are to some extent supposed to accept that nightcloud was a problem. in the guide books shes described as jealous and bitter and coddling, and even on the official website she is assigned adjectives, and thus we are to assume her defending breezepaw from his father is bad and she had some hand in how he turned out.

the reason warriors is loved is because the pieces are there. but the writers continually neglect them, and in the end water down their own writing. breezepelt is one of the very few cases i mentioned where the set up is good enough that it can still shine while the landing was fumbled.

its why i have such trouble giving such leniency to appledusk. there is a trend in the books of such things, and so it is natural to become skeptical of the writers intentions, which im sure is something you can understand.

i can fully accept people wanting to see complexity in appledusk, and hes probably a character i would like in a “messy guy” sort of way, but there is a problem in parts of the fandom where people defend his cheating (usually by portraying mapleshade as a “buff scary woman” and depicting him as small and frail, and positioning reedshine, who he also deceived, as a therapist to him). maybe i can like him some day (i am number 1 frecklewish fan yes she did those bad things and it just adds flavor to her), but ive personally dealt with that sort of… gestures vaguely.

also dw about rambling lol i had no idea where i was going either. also didnt mean to assume, i spent a lot of time in the wcrp forums so my brain is just kind of attuned to read into things. that being said i responded calmly because i do not like to assume actual malice, doing so just makes a meaner fandom space and also prevents interesting discussions like this.

anyway if people are allowed to make excuses for bramblestar and fucking appledusk, I should also get to say that nightcloud did nothing wrong

#stellatalks #appledusk #hopefully i got my meaning across #messy guys are awesome but the writers always fumble them sooooo bad.#i do however agree to disagree on the quality of the books. dotc and asc just soured me so bad😭

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rhymeswithchronic · 2 days ago

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WELL LETS GET INTO IT THEN

Since I’m not sure if I could make a one shot out of this-

Here’s the vision: Every player spawns in with a pokemon. This is their partner. The player and their pokemon are the same age, spawning at the same time. Their partner pokemon isn’t always their ace pokemon, but it usually is. There’s something unique about some people’s partner pokemon though.

See, rarely, there’s a player that spawns with a legendary or mythical. Because of the sheer amount of potential power in these Pokemon, these players are often killed as soon as they spawn. Very few actually get anywhere.

Evbo spawns in with a Jirachi.

A Jirachi with 0 IVs, with no knowledge of how to train it, and it has one move: Wish.

They’re bonded though, and Evbo really doesn’t care about the fact that she has no attacking moves. He loves his silly little pokemon even though she totally defenseless and encourages his bad habits (come on, they’re bonded, of course she encourages his bad shopping habits to the max)

Tabi plans on attacking him, but as soon as she sees this pathetic little pokemon she can’t help but take pity and gives him a single pokeball to catch something that actually can defend itself.

He returns with a level 1 Treecko.

“I told you to get something that can FIGHT!”

“She can!” Evbo insists. “She knows tail whip AND tackle.”

Tabi shows off her partner pokemon- a Swellow that basically stays constantly perched on her head. Watching. She trains him in the way of type matchups.

So from then on, as soon as Evbo realizes there is actually a chance for him to fight, he finds himself hoping against hope that he’ll be able to survive a little longer. Cant die too early or else he won’t find out anything!

Maybe hope is the wrong word. I guess the proper word is he *wishes* to live.

From there, things progress as usual. The Guard’s partner is a Kleavor, Parrot’s a Chatot, and PrinceZam has a Pyroar. Evbo collects Pokemon that he thinks are cute or cool looking, which ends up with him getting judged even harder because he ends up with an entire team of grass and fairy types. Better than a monotype, but not by much. His Jirachi remains incapable of fighting for itself but never leaves his side, but that also means he forever has his Treecko hanging from his shoulder and Jirachi hovering somewhere next to him.

Upon being imprisoned, his entire team is taken away from him except his bonded Jirachi. The Guard ends up keeping them safe for him. You see, Jirachi is called the wish maker for a reason, and it’s because of the wish that she granted that Evbo can respawn.

She granted his wish to live.

Whenever he goes to the Gold Level, the guard gives him his Treecko back, which the Diamond Swords very avidly help him train into a perfectly EV trained Sceptile.

Yada yada, he escapes with Tabi in tow, Diamond Sword level, etc etc, but when he finds himself face to face with Tabi for the last time, he prepares himself to fight her Swellow, knowing it’s her strongest pokemon.

Only for him to realize that her entire team was a lie. She’s an experienced trainer, of course she has more than just six Pokemon stored away. And as she pulls out her real team, Evbo realizes with horror that she has developed and trained this team over the course of them knowing each other with the express purpose of countering his.

Her partner isn’t even a Swellow.

It is a perfectly trained, max IV Corviknight.

Against his grass/fairy dueltype team.

He never stood a chance.

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antianakin · 1 day ago

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So I intentionally ignored Anakin in this particular AU because I've ended up derailing other AUs a little by attempting to work around The Anakin Problem, and I wanted to focus on Padme and her healing through this other relationship this time, so I left Anakin out of it for the most part.

That being said, while I definitely think Anakin would probably be SELF destructive and possibly destructive towards other relationships and maybe his career, I don't think he'd ever get to the extreme of "the Jedi Temple is in smoldering ruins" without Palpatine genuinely asking him to attack it. And even if Anakin DID attempt to just... attack the Jedi for some reason, he wouldn't have the clone army to back him up, and he'd end up doing IMMENSELY less damage and he'd be unlikely to even be able to leave the Temple. I'm sure he COULD kill some of them, especially if he caught them by surprise or went after primarily younglings or padawans, but at some point he'd end up overwhelmed and surrounded by adult Jedi and caught. There is absolutely no way Anakin would be able to single-handedly reduce the Temple to smoldering ruins and walk away from that. There just isn't.

And the inevitable outcome of that would likely not be the Jedi saying "okay well you're officially no longer a Jedi, get out of here" and just sending him out into the world. For one, that's just supremely un-Jedi-like, and for two, it's pretty stupid and dangerous. If Anakin manages to only kill Jedi, they would probably keep it internal, put Anakin on some kind of house arrest thing where he's forced to speak to a mind healer or something to try to figure out what the fuck just went wrong and how to help him in order to keep it from happening again before he'd be allowed to leave the Temple. Of course, if Anakin decides to just leave the Order, they wouldn't be able to stop him from leaving of his own volition, but at that point they might be able to make it the Republic's issue because now Anakin would kind-of count as a civilian who murdered Jedi. If Anakin kills people who AREN'T Jedi but work at the Temple, then it goes to the Republic automatically (we see this with Ahsoka during the Wrong Jedi arc). And I don't see that going super well for Anakin.

I also don't really know why Anakin falling immediately to the dark side because of Padme leaving him would cause him to attack the Jedi Temple. This doesn't really help him in any way. But even if we go with the assumption that if he immediately fell to the dark side as a result of Padme leaving him, that he'd attack the Jedi Temple, I don't think he'd actually completely SUCCEED and he'd face some pretty serious consequences that would likely keep him from being able to just march off to somehow single-handedly take out an entire PLANET (a planet that does now have a standing army among the Gungans, don't forget). Anakin could easily let his anger consume him and take it out on the people around him, or go to Naboo and maybe take it out on Padme or her family, for sure, but let's look at an alternative option that doesn't actually end with anybody dead.

Anakin IS angry when Padme leaves him, but since this is a happy fix-it AU, Palpatine isn't an option for him to go to anymore. So it just gets bottled up for a while until Obi-Wan decides enough is enough and actually reveals what he knows more explicitly than we know he does in canon, to push Anakin to just fucking TALK. And talk he does. He yells, actually, about the secret marriage, about how Padme betrayed him, about everything. Maybe about how he thinks it's Obi-Wan's fault or the Jedi's fault that he couldn't be with her openly. And it's a lot, so Obi-Wan realizes Anakin needs more help than he can personally provide, but also that there is no way Anakin is going to take kindly to the suggestion to see a mind healer, so he comes up with a way to sort-of... maybe trick Anakin into it. Maybe he manages to convince Anakin into a mission somewhere, to just get them AWAY from Coruscant and the memories of Padme, but also nowhere near Tatooine or Naboo. Somehow whatever happens on the mission leads to Anakin calming down just enough to agree to go see the mind healers so that he can be the kind of person Padme would agree to take back. And so he does. But after a while, he realizes that... maybe he doesn't need Padme. Maybe his relationship with Padme isn't something he should go back to. Maybe there's a LOT of things in his life he needs to re-examine and re-evaluate.

And so Anakin doesn't chase down Padme, he doesn't murder anybody, because he finally managed to accept that he needed help and GOT IT and the lack of Palpatine's terrible influence starts to clear his mind more and give room for the Jedi to make a bigger impact.

And maybe they do meet up again years and years later, by pure coincidence. And Padme's not certain how he'll react. It's been so long since she's seen him and she hasn't kept any tabs on him or kept in contact with the other Jedi in order to receive updates on him, so the last thing she knew, he'd been furious with her. She's incredibly pleasantly surprised when he calmly offers an apology for his behavior the last time they'd met and says he'll understand if she won't forgive him and never wants to talk to him again. Padme's not in love with him anymore, and she can tell there's no real danger of feeling that way a second time, but she'd loved him once and wanted to help him once, so she accepts his apology and the two of them are able to talk about what happened. Padme realizes she owes him an apology in return, because the way she'd handled his mother's death and what he'd done was so clearly the wrong choice in hindsight, and she never should've given in and married him when she'd known neither of them could truly commit to it. It had been selfish of her, both times, even if she'd told herself it wasn't. Anakin tells her he'd never seen it that way or blamed her for his own choices, but that she has his forgiveness for any of her mistakes.

They part ways and never see each other again (I don't think their history would allow them to maintain a relationship with each other in a way that was super healthy or comfortable), but it allows their past together to heal so it can be more than just a painful memory. They can truly, fully move on from it now.

Happy fix-it AU where Padme leaves Anakin anyway because she realizes how bad he is for her, and she ends up retiring because she REALLY doesn't want to be a Senator anymore (it was also maybe encouraged by her Queen after her secret marriage to a Jedi was discovered) and she goes back to Naboo to be with her family. She's left behind her responsibilities but she doesn't know what to do now, she's just... adrift, sort-of in limbo and mourning her relationship with Anakin. She has to keep convincing herself not to go back to him because she KNOWS she doesn't want that anymore, she KNOWS she doesn't want to be the person she was with him again, but the thrill of the secret marriage to someone who was so passionate about being with her is also sort-of like a drug.

Her parents both offer to let her come help them in their respective jobs, but she doesn't really have the energy for that right now. She DOES like helping Sola with her nieces because their energy and innocence seems to be a balm for her heart. One day, Sola asks if Padme can take the kids to a local festival in Theed one day while she and her husband go do something else, and Padme agrees. The girls are old enough and Theed is safe enough that they can wander off on their own away from Padme as long as they know not to go TOO far and come back to her after a little while. As she peruses the different artwork on her own, one artist's work stands to her more than anyone else's, it just hits at the core of her and she's not even sure why. She stands in front of a painting of a bird in flight for what seems like hours, though it can't be more than a minute or two, before the artist himself comes over to speak to her.

He addresses her as Senator Amidala, and she quickly tells him that she's not a Senator anymore and she doesn't really want to go by the name Amidala either, she prefers just Padme these days. He agrees, and something about him, maybe his eyes, seems familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. They talk about his art for a while and everything he says about his inspiration feels like it's speaking directly to her. Eventually, Pooja and Ryoo come up to her and start pulling at her hands, demanding that she come see something with them. Before she leaves, she finally realizes she didn't even know his name and asks him.

It's Palo. The first boy she'd ever loved. The last time she'd seen him she'd been twelve in the Legislative Youth Program. She knew he'd left politics to become an artist instead, but she'd never actually seen any of his art before or ever tried to get back in contact with him. Now she wishes she had. Pooja and Ryoo are still pulling her away so she doesn't have time to really get over her shock at this revelation before she has to leave him behind and someone else comes up to ask him a question in her place.

He shows up at her parents' door the next day with the painting of the bird she'd so adored, and offers it to her as a gift. He refuses to accept any payment for it no matter how much she insists, but asks if she'd be willing to take a walk with him instead. She agrees. They end up spending the whole day together, just talking. For the first time, Padme doesn't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings or floating with no direction. She feels a lot like she's finally come home.

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stuntdemon-6 · 1 day ago

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How could i let this happen?

Game of Thrones (show) fanfic. Robb Stark/reader. No use of y/n. Angst, hurt/comfort. 2,000+ words.

Tw - Non graphic injuries, talk of death and losing a spouse (although no one dies in this fic).

Summery - Robb returns from a battle to news of his wife, the reader, getting attacked while he was gone. He rushes to her side, driven by fear and anger and a deep seated guilt for having let any harm come to her. His mind is clouded by emotions and the only thing he can think about, the only thing he cares about, is making sure this his queen is alright. He couldnt bear the thought of losing her.

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Robb didn’t wait for the soldier to explain what had happened. He heard the words “Queen” and “injured,” and was already on the move towards her tent. Thankfully the soldier got the message and started walking along next to him, filling in the details as they went. Robb crossed the camp in swift, long strides. His focus narrowing down to a pinprick, thinking only of his lovely wife. His injured wife.

The Lannisters had sent a small team of soldiers away from the battle, Robb’s man told him. Small enough that they were able to move in secret. They infiltrated the camp while most of the men were fighting. They had only one goal, only one target.

The Lannisters meant to break him with this, he knew. That was the only reason they would send operatives to kill his Queen. They meant to take his love from him, to tear out one of the last remaining shreds of light in his life, to leave him as a shell of the King he was before. Robb’s hand tightened around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white. He could scarcely breathe, let alone think straight. There was a fog clouding his mind. He wasn't sure if it was from fear or rage. Either way, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting back to his wife. He threw open the tent flap, startling the occupants in his haste, but he paid little mind to that. A collection of soldiers stood inside, the small group that he had left behind to guard her while he was away on the battlefield, and every single one of them reached for their weapons before quickly realizing who he was and bowing. He didn't acknowledge them. Not yet. His eyes were fixed on his wife.

She sat on the bed, propped up by pillows that she leaned heavily on as if lacking the energy to hold herself upright. There was a pristine white bandage wrapped tightly around her shoulder, and a sling holding her arm close to her chest. The healers had already seen to her, thank the Gods.

The sight of her, his lovely wife, his queen, in such a state had the anger bubbling in his chest reaching a boiling point. He whirled around on the men in the tent and roared, “What is the meaning of this? What kind of men let their queen be harmed on their watch?”

“Robb,” His wife’s soft voice cut through the air, but he just shook his head.

His fists were clenched and shaking at his sides. Standing at his full height, still in his armor with blood splattered on him from the battle he’s just fought, he was a truly intimidating sight. The righteous anger of a King was not an easy thing to be faced with. The soldiers shrank back. “I entrusted you with her care, and you allowed Lannister men close enough to touch her. Tell me, were my orders unclear? Did I not specifically charge you all to protect her with your lives?”

“Robb.” His wife spoke again, but her voice was stronger this time. He felt her hand close around his wrist and turned to face her. She had pushed herself off of the pillows to reach towards him. There was sweat beading on her brow, but she met his gaze steadily, and he could already feel his fury fading. A beat passed without anyone making a sound. Then, still holding his wrist in her hand, she turned to address the soldiers, “Leave us.”

The men, not daring to disobey their Queen and more than a little eager to get away from their King’s wrath, wasted no time in bowing and exiting the tent.

Robb couldn't look away from her. His eyes stayed glued to her face as the men took their leave. He listened to their footsteps fade away before releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, “I could have them in chains for this.” He bit out, but there was less heat to his words now.

His wife shook her head, replying with ease, “They’ve done nothing wrong.”

“How can you say that?” He retorted, “They had orders to protect you, and they didn't. You’re lying in a sickbed because of their incompetence.”

“They tried to protect me.” She says patiently.

“They failed.”

“If they hadn't been there, i would have died.” More than likely, she meant to reason with him, to assuage his anger with logic. But her words did not have the desired effect.

He flinched as if her statement were a physical blow. She was right, he knew, and he despised it. Those Lannister men had meant to kill her. They meant to take her from him. And they could have succeeded. As much as it pained him to see her like this, he could have been facing a far worse reality. The thought of returning from the battle to find her lying dead tore at his heart.

Likely seeing the turmoil on his face, her expression softened. Her grip on his wrist gentling slightly. “I’m alright, love.”

“You nearly werent.” He didn't mean to argue, but the words came out anyway.

“But I am.” She insisted. Then, after a pause, he watched her expression set in that way it always did when an idea came to her. He felt a tug at his wrist and his brow furrowed. Curious about what she was trying to do. He let her guide his hand to rest on her side, his palm splayed right over where her ribcage was. He could feel the steady beat of her heart through the fabric of her dress. The feeling of it, the reminder that she was still alive, still right there with him, had his breath coming a little easier. Some of the tension bleeding out of his frame.

He moved to sit on the bed with her, not taking his hand off of her, unwilling to lose that connection and the reassurance it provided just yet. In the privacy of the tent, now, with only his loving wife to see, he let his shoulders droop. Dropping the kingly facade that he had to maintain around everyone else. He released a shaky breath, tearing his gaze away from hers as guilt began to claw at him. Staring down at the floor, he whispered, “How could I let this happen?”

“This isn't your fault.”

“What sort of King am I, if I can't even keep my Queen safe?”

She just shook her head, “This isn’t your fault.” When he still didn't seem convinced, still refused to lift his eyes from the floor as the weight of his failure continued to crush him, she reached out again. Her hand coming to rest on his cheek and gently urging him to meet her gaze again.

Robb was never good at denying her what she wanted.

He looked to her and his breath caught in his throat at what he found in her eyes. So full of love and care, a clear desire to reassure and comfort, but most strikingly a determination that he’s come to know well in their time together. His lovely wife had the kind of empathy that wouldn't let her rest until those she cared about were at ease again. He knew she wasn't going to let him harbor this guilt that she believed wasn't his to carry. Even if she had to sit here and argue for hours, use all of her wits and her most persuasive arguments to defend him to himself, she would see it through.

Gods, what had he ever done to deserve her?

“Robb, you couldn't have known this was going to happen today.” She began, speaking in a low and soothing tone, “You took every precaution you thought was necessary. We both thought that I would be safe here. At least as safe as one can be during a war. You aren’t inside of Tywin Lannisters mind, you had no way of knowing that he was planning this. He’s the one at fault. Him and the men he sent to kill me. Men who are already dead and gone, cut down by the soldiers that you left here to protect me. They did their duty. And you did yours. I’m alive because you had the foresight to make sure that I wasn't left vulnerable while you were gone.”

Doubt and guilt still clung to his mind, but he couldn't find the words to argue against her. He didn’t have the heart to. Not when she was so set on convincing him not to blame himself. She looked so beautiful with that fierce kindness shining in her eyes, the determined set in her jaw even as her voice stayed soft and comforting. There was a conviction laced through her voice that proved she truly meant what she was saying. Not that Robb doubted it, he knew she wasn't the type to spout out pretty words that she didn't mean just for the sake of comfort.

He wasn't convinced. He couldn't be, with her sitting in front of him wrapped in bandages and running out of energy by the minute. He swore to protect her when they wed and ever since, even the slightest pain or threat to her felt like he was failing to uphold that oath. But he was powerless in the face of her unwavering belief in him. Her support, understanding, and love. There was no possible way he could bring himself to press the issue with her, now. He nodded, watching the satisfaction in her eyes at having made her case well. Still, enough concern stayed at the forefront of his mind that the next words out of his mouth were, “I’m doubling your guard.” He spoke softly at first, but when he saw her mouth twist into a frown and that cute little line appear between her now furrowed eyebrows, his voice took on a firmer note. “That's not up for negotiation. Now that we know you’re a target for our enemies, I cannot leave you unprotected for a moment. You will have guards with you any time we are apart. And I will leave twice as many men to watch over you during battles from now on.”

She let out a sigh, no doubt seeing the futility in arguing over this, “If it will put you at ease, then alright.” He couldn't help the wry twist of his lips, “My love, I will not be at ease until the war is won. Until you and everyone else that I hold dear are safe at last. Home at Winterfell, where I can hold you in my arms and never have to leave your side again.”

“Well, one of those things can be accomplished now.” She responded with a small smile, before promptly shifting to make room for him to lie down next to her.

His wry smile morphed into a genuine one, an expression somewhere between fond and amused, “I’m still in my armor, dearest. I don’t want to get blood all over the sheets.”

“Then take your armor off already, and join me, my love.” She insisted, already lying back and getting comfortable under the furs.

Robb let out a low chuckle, teasing, “As my queen commands.”

He stripped off the heavy, bloodstained armor with practiced ease, setting it to the side to be dealt with later. He laid his sword on the table as well. Always near enough that he can grab it if need be, he never could relax these days without having a weapon within arms reach. Before long, he was crawling into bed beside his lovely wife. She lifted the furs for him to climb underneath. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, and felt her burrow into his chest as if it were the only place in the world where she belonged.

It didn't take away the pain of the day. It didn't chase away the persistent gnawing sense of fear that seemed to be his constant companion since the war began. But he put those thoughts out of his mind as best he could, and focused only on the warmth of his wife's body in his arms. He tucked her close to him and rested his chin on top of her head, breathing in her scent, and silently thanking the Gods for probably the thousandth time for sending her to him.

#robb stark x reader #robb stark #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #reader insert #x reader #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #tw injury

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