#they did something to ME aswell as everyone else and my home

[xoxoxkisses]

Wildflower

desc: strangers-> friends, friends-> lovers, fluff, angst, modern au, fem reader

warnings: sh! mention, angst(again), not proofread.

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You were different from most people. You were quiet and kept to yourself unlike everyone else. Because of this, you didn’t have many friends…actually you didn’t have any. You didn’t mind though, you liked the peace of keeping to yourself.

As you were walking to your next class, you heard a lot of people talking about two people. You overheard their names were Yuichiro and Muichiro. Apparently they were new kids and they were “super cute” according to most of the girls in your class. As your class was starting, someone knocked on the door. Everyone paused as the teacher went to open the door. As she walked back in, a boy with black hair and team tips followed her. “Everyone, this is Muichiro Tokito! I hope you all give him a warm welcome here!” She smiled at him and he bowed towards everyone. “Muichiro, you can sit by Y/n L/n. Y/n, raise your hand.” You looked at the awkward boy and raised your hand.

As he sat down beside you, you could feel the stares from everyone and kept your head low. The teacher continued the lecture and you continued writing your notes. “Um excuse me, Y/n, right?” You looked up at him with your usual blank stare. “Yeah?” “Can I have a pen please?” You rolled your eyes at him. How irresponsible. You grabbed your bag and started looking for a pen. You found one and gave it to him, his face lit up like you gave him a million dollars. “Thanks Y/n.” You just nodded at him and continued taking notes.

At lunch you went to your usual spot in the back. You were usually the only one who sat there, besides the few times some people had to sit there due to the seats being full. As you were eating, someone came over to you. “Y/n, may I sit with you?” You looked up to see the boy from earlier. You covered your mouth and swallowed. “Don’t you have anyone else you want to sit with?” When you said that he let out a sigh and rubbed his neck. “Well you see, you’re the only person I’ve talked to today.” You turned back to your food and patted your hand on the table space beside you, inviting him to sit. You didn’t see the smile on his face as he realized you allowed him to sit there.

“So Y/n, why does no one else sit here?” You were kind of surprised someone cared that you were alone. “Well, I’m different from the others. No one really tries to become my friend and I don’t try to become theirs, so I’ve sort of earned the title of being the ‘loner’ of this school.” He seemed to be deep in thought, thinking about what you said, when he suddenly lit up again. “Well now you won’t have to be a loner bc you have me!” You smiled to yourself and continued eating.

Ever since that day, Muichiro clung to you everywhere you went. He mostly talked to you and told you things about him and you sometimes would say something about yourself. You found out he had a twin, Yuichiro. And the two of you became friends as well. It seemed everyone knew about your newfound friendship with the brothers, and more people tried being your friend. You declined however, you knew it was just because of the twins.

“Y/n, can I come over today?” It was usual for him to come over. Yuichiro never did, but you didn’t mind. “Yeah sure.” He walked home with you that day, talking all the way to your house. Once you got there, you led him up to your room. “I’m going to go change, if you want to aswell, you know where your clothes are.” You grabbed a hoodie and some shorts and went to your bathroom to change. When you got back, Muichiro was already changed. You both agreed on watching some movies and play board games.

As the two of you were watching the movie, Muichiro began to get curious. “Y/n?” You acknowledged him but didn’t turn to him. “Yeah?” You didn’t see, but he got uncomfortable knowing his question was not any of his business. “Why do you always were long sleeves?” You felt your breath get caught in your throat. “I-um, I just get cold easily.” He sighed at your response. “Y/n, i know that’s not why.” You scratched your throat out of nervousness. He grabbed your hand. “Don’t do that, it causes a mark. Y/n, please be honest with me, are you hurting yourself?” Muichiro was smarter than he looked, he could pinpoint when your mood shifted. The way your eyes moved away from him and your demeanor changed.

He pulled you into a hug. “You know I’m here for you, right?” You hugged him back, holding onto him tightly as you nodded your head. You couldn’t tell if it was him confronting you or him comforting you that made you cry, but before you knew it, you were sobbing into his shirt. He whispered the same thing over and over again. “I’m here for you.” You two stayed like that for a few minutes, until your sobs quieted and your breathing steadily slowed. “Can I stay the night?” You nodded into his shirt. You didn’t want him to leave and he knew that. The two of you had only been friends for 3 months, but you each meant a lot to the other.

As he went to get an extra blanket and pillow, you followed holding onto his shirt. You didn’t want to let him go. He knew that too, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Once he had the blanket and pillow he motioned for you to go lie down. You hesitated, but you let go of his shirt and lied down. He soon followed and got beside you. He got comfortable and when he did, he wrapped his arm around your waist. You curled up next to him, you were already close, but you wanted to be closer. Soon enough, you both fell asleep.

It’s been a few months since that night, and Muichiro couldn’t deny his feelings for you anymore. “Y/n, I’m coming over today.” You looked up from what you were doing and smiled at him. “Okay!”

At your house, you could tell he was nervous. You grabbed his hand, he flinched. “Hey, are you okay?” He looked at you and it seemed like his worries went away. You were looking into his eyes, feeling the tension in the room. Suddenly, he leaned in and his lips crashed into yours. You were taking aback, but you kissed him back. He pulled away. “I’m sorry Y/n, I like you, a lot.” You chuckled at him. “Me too Muichiro.”

Since that day, the two of you began dating. Muichiro would refer to you as a wildflower. So beautiful, but no one knew exactly what they were. They were quiet, yet loud. It seemed they hid themselves away in fields and were only brought out if someone grabbed one. Just like you.

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a/n: I haven’t been feeling the best so I won’t be posting as much in the next couple of days!

[wintericekit]

Okay, this is my first actual post but I want to say a theory I have. I was watching the Michaela Laws stream where she shows her friends Epic the musical, and I noticed how they were talking about Eurylochus and I noticed something.

It is well known that Eurylochus and Odysseus swap roles during the Luck Runs Out reprise in Mutiny, but I now have a theory or head cannon. We all see how Odysseus experienced the underworld, how it made him realize he needed to become a monster, and we all know how up until that point Eurylochus has been shown to be willing to sacrifice the crew to save the majority of them. This is why people see him as a hypocrite in Mutiny.

But why does everyone think Odysseus was the only one who saw the dead crew? What if Eurylochus did as well?

My head cannon now is that Eurylochus saw the dead crew mates aswell. But instead of it being an Oh, I must become a monster and ruthless to get home realization like it was for Odysseus, it was a different realization. A realization that they had already lost so many people.

Maybe Eurylochus realized just how many people died already, and how he almost let more die as well. How he was about to leave some of the crew with Circe as pigs. It would have made him realize he didn’t want anyone else dead, and explain his sudden change and why he was so mad at Odysseus sacrificing six of the crew. If he just realized he almost lead to other crew mates dying and that he didn’t want anyone else to die, it would make sense for him to feel so mad and betrayed at how quickly Odysseus let them die after they just saw everyone else who died on their voyage.

I’m not sure, this is mostly me trying to just say my current head cannon and theory.

[bbrattywise]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 uncut footage: my personal diary documenting my life with the loa

01 dec 2024: cw: general negativity, talk of being demotivation (& potential eating problems stuff)

lately, i’ve been struggling in terms with persistence & balancing my 3D. Idk how to explain it but it feels like i lost my “flow” with the imagination?? 2 weeks prior, it felt like i lived sm freely in the imagination, unphased with the 3D & finding it sm funner to live & affirm from end.

But life really has hit me with a brick lately. From uni applications to tests after tests to just feeling hopeless, i feel like i’ve lost my power in the imagination almost?? Like it feels like almost a chore, hard work even to be present in my imagination when i know that sm things is happening at once & i simply cannot ignore the 3D circumstances.

I’ve been eating sm junk & processed food, been on meds, not excercising as regularly & its js makes me feel like shit. Home environment has been tough aswell so it js feels so annoying whenever i affirm in my head “i am in my dr” and not feel like the 3D is gonna change. Ik ik, its the imagination prior but sometimes i just need my external environment changing just as much as my internal environment.

Sometimes i feel like something is “wrong with me” in terms of persiting & manifesting. It feels like everyone else is finding it easy to persist in the imagination & be unphased by 3D circumstances, but for some reason i find myself “coming back to the old story” again and again and i just want to break that loop. I dont want manifestation or shifting to feel like a chore, i just want it to feel like something i can effortlessly do. I’ve been beating myself up for finding myself thinking about 3D circumstances when i already have it in my inagination; it just makes me feel so overstimulated, so confused, so anxious of the “what ifs” & so frustrated.

I hate seeking validation from the 3D. It feels like going back to square one all over again. I remember manifesting that i smelt like cocoa butter & it showed up in my 3D. The second it did, i started getting overly anxious of the “what ifs” & i hate that i felt that way & wanted to go back to the imagination so badly. Stress free. Only me getting to control it.

Also i catch myself affirming to get in the 3D which leads me to constantly check the 3D, feeling like an “imposter” whenever i read shifting storytimes & feeling so lost. I’ve been on this journey for nearly 4yrs now and i’ve been experiencing sm slumps, rocky roads, etc that i dont even blame myself for questioning my abilities even though i know for sure shifting is real.

EPILOGUE: Now that i’ve let this all out imma start imaginating to feel better in my head. No expectations. No “what ifs. Just knowing no matter what, my imagination is the only validation i need & inevitably shapes the world around me. My imagination is present and my 3D is the result of past assumptions. Im never blund to a paticular mindset (e.g. feeling like i will always fall back into the “i cant manifest” pit). I will make a list of beliefs i want to change & affirm against them. I will have fun & be content in my imagination 💗

[bunnyksj]

Heyooo just came across you your pfp and layout is very beautiful you're jin biased aswell? Also I would like to request and yandere yet soft jin fic also let's be friends haha you slay <3

Epiphany - KSJ x Reader

Summary: Seokjin saw you as nothing more than a fun game, but then he became obsessed. 

Author’s Note: OMG YOUR SO CUTE !!! i’d love too omg, and soft yandere jin is so real !!!

TAGS: yandere!jin, hes a little obsessed with you, but its okay, also coworker!jin again because i am obsessed LMAO, soft, he takes care of you when your drunk omg. 

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Seokjin walked into the office, running his hand back through his hair. He wasn't surprised when you came running over, handing his coffee to him, sitting down next to him, an eager look in your eyes. You eagerly yapped on and on about your day, pestering with questions about his own. He usually just replied with a simple nod of his head and a dry answer. Hoping to get you off his back. 

Seokjin was used to this behavior, of girls fawning and practically tripping over themselves for his attention. But he had to admit, he was impressed by how adamant and determined you were. It had been a full year of you desperately trying to get his attention. He often wondered when you would finally give up. 

“Seokjin!” You called, smiling brightly. “I brought you a coffee, its-” 

“Expresso, my favorite. I know.” He responded, sighing slightly, taking a seat at his office. 

Your crush on him was barely hidden. The flushed hue of your cheeks and you’d stammer and stutter your words when he (rarely) gave you compliments. And the way your lips would curl into a soft smile whenever he spoke to you, attentively listening to every word he said. Even the way you let out small, shy giggles every time he would make a joke, your soft eyes interlocking with his. It was almost intoxicating to him, the way he had so much power over you, you were like a small puppy, desperate and begging for attention. Not like he’d ever reciprocate your feelings though, he found you more entertaining, like a fun game. He wondered when you would finally stop playing. He was strangely drawn to you though.

 He couldn't deny that  your daily interactions often brighten his day. Sometimes he’d go back home, and think about all the things you said, smiling softly. There's no way he actually liked you though, right? 

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Everyone in the office had a small break for the holidays. As soon as he came back, he saw you, bouncing eagerly to his desk. But, it was different this time, something felt off. He didn't know if it was a gut feeling, or something else entirely, but he didn't like it. The way you looked at him wasn't the same, there was less awe in them. Your cheeks weren’t as flushed as normal, your cute, shy demeanor was gone. 

“Hi Seokjin!” You chirped, smiling kindly. “How was your break?” 

“It was fine.” He responded, in his usual cold tone. “You?” 

The words that left your mouth had him in shock. 

“It was great! Me and my boyfriend-” 

Boyfriend? This couldn't be right. You liked him, right? Why wouldn't you? You were the one all over him not even a week ago. You were supposed to like him. 

“Boyfriend?” He blurted out, his tone giving away more than he would’ve liked. 

“Yeah.” You said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Seokjin, I’ve been dating him for like 3 months now.” You giggled. 

3 months? 3 whole months. You had to be joking. You had flirted with him that whole time, right? There was no way you were just trying to be friendly, you liked him. He was so sure of it. 

“That's nice.” He said, his tone flat and colder than usual. Fuck, why did he care so damn much about your stupid boyfriend? He was a grown man, it's not like he never slept around or anything. Why should he care if you have some guy in your life? 

Those thoughts echoed around his head for the rest of the day, trapped up in a mix of emotions. He was quickly snapped out of it when one of the other coworkers slapped a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, Seokjin! Are you coming for drinks tonight?” 

“Yeah, I’m going.” He said flatly. As much as he didnt want to admit it, he was only going to see you, to admire your pretty features and beautiful eyes. You were like a drug, pulling him in, and he couldn't get enough. He needed you, needed you to care again. He needed to see you get all shy for him, looking so cute and sweet just for him. A small smile crept onto his face just thinking about it, you and your perfect features. 

Shit, he really couldn't get enough of you. You were like a drug, keeping him trapped under your influence, coming back for more every time. He began to wonder what your boyfriend is like. If he was as handsome as he is, or if he was as smart and brooding, and if he has as strong of an aura, like he did. Maybe you just got with him to make him feel like this. Knowing you drove him crazy, before even he did. He had to admit, you were smart. 

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He pulled up to the bar, taking the seat besides you, stealing glances at you every once in a while. 

“Hmm, Seokjin, which drink do you think I should get?”

He smiled at you, watching the way you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration, like this was the most important decision you’ll ever make. 

“You should try this one.” He said, leaning over your shoulder, his deep voice in your ear, pointing at the menu in front of you. He smirked softly when he saw the slight rosiness of your cheeks appear. God, he loved seeing you like that.

As the night went on, more and more drinks were being poured out, he noticed your words becoming more slurred, stumbling slightly. 

“Fuck, Seokjin. Could you take her home? There’s no fucking way she’s driving home like that.” 

“Of course.” He said. Why wouldn't he want to protect you? To keep you safe. He was in strong denial for the longest time, but he couldn't deny it. He was in love with you. And he needed you more than anything. 

He drove you home, gently placing you in his car. He’d go with you to pick up yours tomorrow. He smiled softly, already anticipating the day ahead. As you guys were driving home, he often looked your way, admiring your features under the dim lights, you had curled up against the car seat, exhausted from the night out. 

He carried you inside, slowly creaking open your apartment door. Your boyfriend was passed out on the couch in your living room. He had probably fallen asleep waiting for you. Oh well, Seokjin would deal with him in the morning, as of right now, his attention was mostly on you. 

He walked over to your bedroom, softly laying you down on your bed. He sat beside you, his hand stroking your hair softly, brushing it away from your face, smiling sweetly. His thumb caressed your cheek, feeling your warm skin under his cold hand. 

“Relax, sweet angel.” He said, softly. “Just rest for now, I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.” 

“O-okay..” You mumbled tiredly, shifting slightly, trying to get comfortable. 

What a sweet girl. He’d help you with your nasty hangover in the morning, and maybe even help you get rid of your little boyfriend. 

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[fangirlstorycreator]

Aemond Targaryen X Reader

Travelling the world to explore and learn, your suprised when you find yourself in the company of the Targaryen's. But one amongst them formed a closer bond than the others, but was that a blessing, or a curse? Your history and family are questioned by everyone, and in time you aswell. But what could this mean? And is your future with the greens? Or the black? That's all going to come to light....especially learning about your capabilities....even with the most deadly of creatures.....

(P.S. Anything in red is a character speaking in high valyrian)

Contains: explicit language/threatening behaviour/minors do not interact

Part 3/3

You were up bright and early the next morning, feeling full of energy and positivity from your wondeful night before with Aemond. With him being The Primce Regent now, he was up before you, so you did wake up by yourself. But in your haste to leave the castle to see if your grandmother had sent you a letter, you passed by Aemond and Criston in a flash. But not too quick to give him a cheeky smile, and him you. It was about a 30 minute walk to the letter rooms in Kings Landing, but you were just so excited to read your letter that you practically ran into the city, people being simply a blur in your vision. Out of breath and face flushed like the colour of a pink rose, you make it to the post rooms and enter to see the man who gave out the letters.

"Good morning Tarren!"

"Good morning to you Y/N! My, your in a positive mood today aren't you?"

"I am indeed! I had a wonderful night last night, and now I'm eager to read a letter that I'm veerry much hoping has been sent to me"

"It has indeed, hear we are. I hope you have a pleasant day"

"You too Tarren! Bye!"

And as quick as a flash, you were out of the door, just as others were queuing up to enter too. You started to run again, not in the direction of the castle, but to the edge of the city where there was this beautiful little private cliff edge, overlooking the sea that sparkled like sapphires and diamonds. Noone else seemed to go there, and it was were you always went to read from your grandmother. The last time you wrote to her was mere days ago, and you told her about your involvement with the Targaryen's, and your feelings towards Aemond. You were eager to know what she would say in response. Finaly reaching the spot, you sit on the grass overlooking the water, and smile like a little child as you look over the sealed letter. You felt so happy to read it....until you noticed something different about it. That's strange? This wasn't your grandmother's handwriting? But it's been sent from your old home, her home, the brothal. Did she fall ill? Or was she simply unable to write and asked someone to do it for her? No, certainly not, she took pride in her writings. So what was this? Very quickly that happy and bubbly feeling you had before, started to feel different. Like your stomach dropped and an anxiousness was looming over you. Your hands shake when they open the letter, slowly you pull it out...and begin to read...

Dear Y/N

This is Coral, the head lady in your Grandmother's brothal. I'm terribly sorry to inform you about the passing of your Grandmother. I was there when she passed away, it was quick and she felt no pain, she fell asleep in her bed and simply didn't wake up. Again, I am so very sorry to tell you this tragic news in this letter. But you should know she spoke about you every day and loved reading your letters you sent her. The night before she passed away, she informed me that she had sent a letter to your uncle, and it was a matter of urgency that you find him and read it. It explains everything she never told you, she said it was imperative that the letter didn't fall into any of the Targaryen's hands, it's her final wish that you read it...and understand...I sincerely hope you are well, and we will be awaiting your arrival next week to attend her funeral. Safe journey's, Coral.

........Grand.....Grandmother......she's gone....No..No! NO NO! A tidal wave of sadness, regret and loss overtakes you, your heart felt like it was being torn into pieces in your chest, this was a pain you had never felt before. Gripping onto the letter as this rage fills you, tears streaming your face as the crying builds and builds, until you let out this guttural scream at the top of your lungs. Your hands grab at the grass of the earth, digging your fingers deep into the soil to ground you, still blowing your lungs out with this pain and anguish you can't seem to be free from. Your grandmother is gone, the woman who raised you, she was practically your mother. Your crying didn't stop, you could barley breath with how much you were letting out, a second felt like an hour and nothing was calming you down. The whole world around you was quiet, all you could hear was your crys of pain, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, and the memories of your grandmother going through your mind. How could this be so painful for you? Why is it so hard to breath? After what felt like hours of crying and screaming, eventually you were sat on the ground, numb, staring out at the sea, feeling absolutely drained. She was gone....she was really gone.....what could you do without her? She was your home, your family...your grandmother. All you could do was sit....just sit...tears still falling but you were motionless. You face was blank, your eyes were red from the crying and your hands had blood and dirt from grabbing and hitting the ground underneath you. Nothing had ever effected you like this, and you had no idea what to do. You look at the grass to where the letter is, and carefully pick it up to look again. Still feeling numb, you read, and it's then that you remembered something about the letter.

Coral said it was imperative that the letter doesn't fall into the hands of a Targaryen, but why? And why was it your grandmother's request? She must have known something you didn't. All you knew was that you couldn't stay hear, not now. You had to find your uncle, and you had to attend her funeral too. But by the gods, this pain was not leaving you. It was like there was a knife that was left thrust into your heart, you hated this pain you felt. Still crying, you managed to stand and brush the dirt and grass from your hands, reaching down and picking up the letter again. You love your grandmother so much, and if it was her last wish to have you read the last letter she ever wrote, you would do just that, no matter the pain. Making your way back to the castle, it felt like the world was darker, nothing was as happy or welcoming anymore, and it brought you down even more. It was the early afternoon by the time you entered the castle, and you still felt numb from the crying fit you had been through. You didn't even know what to say or do. Entering the castle and walking up a set of stairs, you were about to reach one of the balconies to another staircase, when you didn't even notice Aemond walking down in your direction with Cole.

"Have I not told you to deal with the fucking rat catchers-wait? Y/N?"

Again, you were numb and couldn't take in the noises or voices around you, you had no idea Aemond was talking to you.

"By the gods-leave us Cole"

"But your grace, we need to discuss-"

"I said leave! I must see to Y/N"

Criston left with a sour face, but you didn't notice. Aemond ran straight to you, holding your arms and trying to get you to look at him.

"Y/N, Y/N what's happened? Your as white as a sheet, are you hurt? Please speak to me!"

You hear him, look up at him with your red eyes and tear soaked cheeks, looking absolutely drained.

"She's gone.........my grandmother......she's dead......"

"Oh Y/N, I'm so sorry"

He instinctively pulls you in for a hug, cradling you, trying his best to help comfort you. Your still a little dased, so your arms don't hug him back for a few moments, but eventually you do. Burying your face in his green leather jacket, the tears fall again, this time in the arms of the man you cared so much for. He held you and stroked your hair, calming you with his soothing voice.

"Shh shh, there there Y/N, it's ok. I'm so sorry this has happened. Your grandmother sounded like such a wonderful person, when did you find out?"

"......this morning.....she didn't send me a letter...an old friend of mine in the brothal did"

"Oh god....can I ask?"

"She died in her sleep....she felt no pain..."

"Y/N, I don't know what's the right thing to say to you, I know your heartbroken. But at least she didn't suffer, and she felt no pain"

"I know.....but it's still so hard"

"I know...I know...."

"(Sniffing and wiping tears).......I have to go Aemond"

"Go?"

"On horse back to the ship and across the sea, it will take me a few days. Her funeral is in 7 days time.....I must go and.....and say goodbye"

"I understand Y/N...do you need me to accompany you? Or I can send a noble lady to-"

"No Aemond......I can go back on my own....I have too..."

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure you were safe"

"I will be....I must make haste if I'm to get to the dock on time. I'll be back in a week....I'm sorry I have to go"

"Don't be sorry, I know you must do this....stay safe ok?"

"I will...."

With one final sweet and gentle goodbye kiss, you turn back and make your way out of the castle, heading to the stables. You hired a horse and rode it to the dock, where you caught the first ship heading back home. The ride on the ship felt so much longer, maybe it was because you didn't want to go back, the thought of seeing your home without your grandmother was too much to comprehend. The days passed, and before you knew it you were docking back on land and riding yet another horse to the town you grew up in. It didn't feel the same, the streets felt empty, quieter...not like you remember at all. You kept the horse outside the brothal, which was closed for the day, but you entered anyway. No lamps were lit, the only light was from the open windows and there was a sad feeling in the air. You walk through and up stairs to your grandmother's home quarters, it too was quiet...too quiet. Even as you walk through the living room and your bedroom, it didn't feel like home anymore, not without her. Grandmother's bedroom was quiet too, still and lifeless. But this is where she died, right hear in her bed. Why oh why weren't you there for her? Why did you have to be so selfish and leave her to see new places? You should have been hear, helping her, holding her hand as she died. Why couldn't you have-

"Y/N? Is that you?"

"The sound of Coral's voice brought you back to reality, spinning around to face her.

"C-Coral. I, I apologise"

"There's no need Y/N, truly........Are you doing alright?"

"If I'm being honest I.......I don't know....I have no idea"

"Y/N.....If your ready, the funeral will start soon. Shall we go together?"

She asks holding out her hand. You can't speak in fear of crying, instead you take her hand and she gives you a gentle smile as she leads you out at towards the grave yard. There are a few ladies who worked in the whore house there, but none else, except you and Coral. The priest said some kind words about your grandmother and all the good things she did for the town. You didn't hold back the tears, you let them flow, not caring if anyone thought of you as weak. By the end of the funeral, you stood by her now filled in grave, just standing and looking at her grave stone. Time didn't mean anything at this moment, all you could do was stare....in disbelief. The touch of a hand on your shoulder brought you back around, it was Coral.

"She's in a better place now Y/N.....I want you to know your grandmother left you a box in her bedroom for you to have. She left me a message to run the brothal in your absence. Is that something your ok with? I promise I'll take good care of it, and her letter said that if you want to run it instead your more than welcome"

"That's ok Coral.....I've seen you run that place when my grandmother fell ill, your perfect to run it. I umm...I'm think I'll see what she's left me, if that's ok?"

"Of course, and there will always be a home for you hear above the brothal if you decide to come back"

"Thank you Coral.....I'll see you"

A few minutes later, you come back to the brothal and sit on your grandmother's bed, still wiping away some tears. It's there that you see a blue box with your name on it, this must have been what she left you. Taking it in your hands and resting it on your legs, you open it to reveal some things from your childhood. Your blanket from when you were a baby, a small painting of you and your grandmother together, including one of your mother by herself. And your grandmothers neclace. She never took this off, she wore it every single day, and you never saw her without it. And now she was passing to you. You felt so loved and honoured to be given these things, and you put her neclace on straight away, feeling like you were carrying a part of her with you, like she's not truly gone. It was another hour before you left the brothal and headed back to the docks. You knew it was in safe hands with Coral, but it hurt too much to stay there, you couldn't. You rode the horse back, climbed aboard the ship once more and sat comfortably, awaiting for it to set sail. It was then that you over hear two men, late 40s, excitedly discussing something big.

"You lie! That can't be true can it?"

"I'm not lying! My brother saw it with his own eyes! Three dragons have new riders! And they have flown to DragonStone to fight along side Queen Rhaenyra!"

"Which dragons? And who was mad enough to attempt it?!"

"Ulf The White has claimed Silverwing, Addam Of Hull has claimed Seasmoke, and I'm not sure who has claimed Vermithor"

"Vermithor? That was the late King Jehaerys's dragon right?"

"That's right! Not only that! But The Prince Regent was seen by everyone in Kings Landing, riding Vhagar and chasing Ulf and Silverwing! If he was on his own, Ulf would have met his fate by the hands of Aemond and Vhagar!"

Was what these men saying true? Did these dragons really get new riders? And did Aemond really try and kill someone? You've met Ulf on a few occasions in the local tavern, why would Aemond want to kill him? Or another dragon?

"Excuse me?"

"Yes miss"

"Is that true? What you say about The Prince Regent?"

"Yes! All of Kings Landing witnessed Aemond ride his dragon and he tried to kill Ulf and Silverwing"

"But why? Surely he wouldn't do that"

"He is determined to win this war miss, and he'll do whatever it takes to do it. And that's not even the worst! Because he couldn't kill Ulf, he killed the people of Sharp Point!"

"He what?!"

"It's true! He made Vhagar burn everyone and everything there, and just sat there and watched! My cousin lived there! He killed her without a care in the world! Queen Rhaenyra would never do such a thing! And Prince Aemond cares not for the people of Kings Landing either! They are going hungry! Fighting for food and The Prince will do nothing!"

That doesn't sound like the Aemond you know, why in the hell wood he kill the innocent people of Sharp Point? Was the Aemond you knew just a lie? Surly not, not with how he behaved around you, spoke to you....was intimate with you on so many levels. You had to see this for yourself, if the people were wrong, you'd defend Aemond. But...if they were right...you didn't know yet what to do. After some considerable time, it was dark in the night by the time you saddled your horse and reached Kings Landing. Many were in their homes asleep as you rode your horse through the streets, heading straight towards the castle. Entering the main gates and dismoutning your horse, a stable boy takes care of him while you go inside, with what looks like hardly any guards around. All was lit in the castle, but it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You didn't announce yourself, nor did you see any guards around, you needed to be careful. If what the people were saying about Aemond was true, you needed to be on your guard. Especially after reading the note Coral sent to you before you left, about not letting that or the letter sent to your uncle, fall into the wrong hands, and more specifically, the Targaryen's. You snuck into hallways, slid past the odd guard and was as quiet as a mouse. You were about to turn a corner when you finaly hear voices, stopping you in your tracks. And wouldn't you know it, it was Aemonds voice, but he wasn't alone. You stay put, listening in closely as to what he had to say.

"People will depend on them for sustenance"

"They will need no sustenance if they are slaughtered by the enemy. We must all make our sacrifices"

Oh my god. He was refuring to the people of Kings Landing! It was true! He was starving the people and neglecting them. But what you were about to hear next would be even more shocking.

"Has there been any sightings of Y/N?"

"No your grace"

"I am to be told about her arrival the second she gets hear, understand? Also, have any of your men found any information about Y/N's family, bloodline or allies?"

"Not yet your grace, all we know is that her grandmother died recently, and she has an uncle who we have not been able to find or name. There is a chance he is either dead, or has gone to the traitors side, Rhaenyra"

"Find who this is, bring him to me and find out more about her now! I should have seen to this matter the moment she arrived. White hair and a violet eye? And her interaction with Vhagar? She's lied to me, and I'll have her head for this"

Him and the other men had walked straight passed you, and you were completely stunned. How.....how could he betray you like this? You never lied to him about your family or past, because you didn't know your family. How could he break your trust like this? You never knew your heart could hurt this much, you couldn't even stop clutching your chest as you slump to the ground, tears streaming down your cheeks. First your grandmother dies, and now the man you thought you loved was going behind your back to betray you? How could he?! He lied to you! He lied and didn't care about you at all! No man who was truly in love with a woman would ever do this to her, everyone was right....he did try and kill Ulf....he did kill those people in Sharp Point....he was a monster. Your life was in danger, and by the man who ran Kings Landing, his brother Aegon was no better, it's abundantly clear that neither of them are fit to be real men or rule the cit-.......but........there was someone else who could.....time after time you had heard good, positive things about Aemond and Aegons sister, Queen Rhaenyra. She deserved the throne more than Aemond, she could rule like a true monarch, it would seem that this whole time, you were fighting for the wrong side, and you knew you had to change the situation. But....you weren't just going to run away, no no no. Aemond is not getting away with going behind your back and deceiving you. Your once eager heart for him had been crushed, and now it was filled with hatred, rage, and he was goto feel it. You wiped your tears, stood up proud and took a steadying breath, you were going to confront Aemond, and you were going to do it now. You follow the sound of his voice aswell as the two men who were with him, sneaking without being seen as you follow closer and closer. After a few minutes, you stood and hid behind a wall, where you peek around and seen Aemond dismiss the two men, and enters the throne room in his own, now was your chance. Aemond enters and the two men walk away, but the large throne room doors are large and slow, that's where you sneek up and slip into the throne room right before the doors close shut, where you them slip into the shadows, hiding in the darkness. You watch him like a hawk, not letting him out of your sight. But he looks so comfortable, standing...staring ar the throne...close enough to touch, yet...he doesn't. You make your move. As he stares at the throne, you walk out behind him and stand in the centre of the throne room, with a face that could kill.

"You fucking backstabbing cunt..."

".......Hm.......I see you've finaly returned Y/N....it is a pleasure to have you back....however....it would seem the feeling isn't mutual.....prey tell, what ever could be wrong?"

"The fact that you have to ask means your either completely blinded by your own actions, or are too arrogant to see what you've done"

"What I've done? My sweet Y/N...I did not cause the death of your grandmother..."

"No, you didn't.....but you DID kill all the innocent people of Sharp Point! For what purpose?! Your inflated ego couldn't handle the fact that you tried and failed to kill an innocent dragon and her new rider Ulf, so instead, you kill innocent people whome you are suposed to protect?!"

"The people of Sharp Point.....that was....a shame....it truly was. But it was a necessary sacrifice to strengthen our hou-"

"Don't you fucking dare! Don't you fucking dare give me that bullshit Aemond! You have murdered innocent people! Men! Women and fucking children! There are no words, absolutely NO words that you can spit out of that poisonous mouth of yours, that will justify what you did!"

"....Hm....you have clearly let other people's words get to you, why don't we both retire to my bed chambers and I can help relieve any-"

"You will never, ever touch me again Aemond! The fact that I have touched you makes me feel suck to my stomach! And I have NOT let other peoples words get to me! They are the truth! And MY own ears don't lie! Especially when they hear YOU!"

"Hear me?"

"Oh, your acting like an innocent man right now! But I heard what you said in the castle halls! You don't care about me! You never have! Because if you did you would never conspire behind my back, believe I was lying to you about my family and history, and talk about me like I was some kind of in inanimate object that's in your way of achieving your goal!"

".............Y/N.........you gave me no choice"

"Gave you no choice?! I gave you more than that Aemond! I gave you my trust! My heart, my body! I gave you all of me! What more could you have wanted from me?!"

"The truth"

"I've told you nothing but the truth! I've not lied to you once!"

"Don't give me this speech. It was obvious from the start that you were hear to infiltrate the castle. Take back what you though was yours!"

"What are you talking about?! Take back what?! I'm not of royal blood and I wouldn't want to be!"

"So your telling me it's just a coincidence that you come hear, to Kings Landing, with the features of a Targaryen?"

"Features? What are you talking about?"

"Your white streak in your hair...your violet eye...no commoner has ever had these features, only the Targaryen bloodline"

"But I'm not a Targaryen! My father had green eyes, my mother had-"

"Violet. Two violet eyes, just like many of the Targaryen's in the past. And I distinctly remember you telling me about stories when you were a child, about how your grandmother had long white hair....as did your mother...."

"You bastard...you didn't want me to talk about my family so you and I could get closer, you did it to find out information. You used me..."

"Not so much used....it was a nice experience, it truly was. I hope there are no hard feelings?"

"I hope you rot in hell!"

"Tsk tsk, that's a shame. And I just knew you were lying to me when I took you to see Vhagar. A commoner with no Targaryen blood, being able to do that to a dragon? There's no way. You have lied to me.....and that was obvious by the letter Coral sent you"

"The-the what? You......how did you know what was in my letter? I never read it to you"

"Hmm....poor little Y/N, you really think I wouldn't see if you were lying to me? Every time you've had a letter sent to you by your grandmother, I've read it first. I was there to read it and had it resealed so you wouldn't know. It was a shame about your grandmother....if she had lived a little while longer I would have had the chance to send my men and interrogate her. I would have known far more about you than I do now"

"You.....you fucking monster! How dare you do that! How was I ever blind enough to trust you?!"

"I am The Prince Regent, all can trust me, I have ruled Kings Landing better than my brother"

"Neither one of you have ever ruled like a true King! It's so clear now that you and your brother shouldn't have been given this power! The real person who deserves to sit on that throne, and lock you in the dungeons for the remainder of your days, should have been your sister all along!"

"Healena is not equipped to rule, she is far to fragile-"

"Your sister Rhaenyra!"

Never before had you seen this kind of anger on his face, his eye almost burned with rage at the mere mention of his older sisters name.

"How....dare you say her name in my presence....I could have you killed for that"

"You could have me killed over anything! I don't care Aemond! You betrayed ME! I owe you NOTHING! Your sister is a far better ruler of Kings Landing, and I should have been fighting for her right to rule all along"

"Take that back, now. Your Prince commands it!"

"Your not MY Primce! Your just a little boy who has no idea how to treat people who were loyal to him! Has no business ruling a kingdom when he has little to no human feelings! So much that you will burn people alive, simply because YOU COULDN'T GET YOUR OWN WAY!!"

"Silence! Or I'll have your tounge!"

"You and I both know that you are nowhere near strong enough or skilled enough to face me in a fight! I could kill you before you could unsheath your weapon, but I know you deserve a far more painful death than that"

"Enough! I will have you chained in the dungeons! I will dig up any dead family members you have to find out what your hiding! And I will stop at nothing to rule Kings Landing, with or without you willingly at my side!"

"You stupid little boy....this will be the last time you will ever see me. I am not going to be your slave, your prisoner....I am not yours"

"Not yet....but enough time in the dungeons by yourself an you'll come crawling back to me"

"Are you deaf?! I'm not spending another minute in your presence!"

"Oh yes you are! Because I remember what your grandmother wrote to you. Something about your uncle haveing letter that will explain everything? And not to allow any Targaryen's to read it? Either you are going to take me to your uncle, or we'll bring him hear, with you in chains! Now what is your uncles name!? And where is he?!"

"I hope you choke on your own blood Aemond. I'll never tell you anything about my uncle, and I'm leaving this place right now!"

"Not if I have anything to do with it"

Aemond reaches for his sword, but true to your word, you draw your double ended spear and disarmed Aemond within a few seconds. You stared him down, anger yet firm concentration in your eyes, unlike him, who shook with fear.

"Guards! Guar-"

You slice at his chest, and he falls to the floor. He grabs onto his bleeding torso and tries his best to stand, but he cant. You can hear the guards running towards the throne room, so you don't have a lot of time. You try to run, but hearing Aemond's genuine wimpers of pain, and tears running from his eye, your heart tugged at you. Was this your only chance to say goodbye to the Aemond you thought you knew? You kneel down, making sure he has no more weapons, still pointing yours at him. But your free hand came and held his cheek as you looked at him.

"I thought I loved you Aemond....I though we were something more than this....if this was all just anger...if what we shared meant anything to you, truly meant anything to you...you'll call the guards away...."

For that moment, he looked into your eyes as you leant down to him. It was like the Aemond you fell in love with was there, and his hand held yours against his cheek. But even with you offering this olive branch...he still couldn't be that man again....the man he pretended to be with you.

"Guards! Seize Y/N!"

And just like that, he was gone. You hit him in the face, knocking him out and flee to the doors. As they were being opened, you hid behind one, and once they all piled in, you slipped behind them and ran through the hallways and straight out of the castle. It was pitch black and you had nowhere to go, what would you do? You were now a wanted woman in Kings Landing. Running away from the castle and into the city below, you strategically run past a shop where they sell maps, and grab one from the window so quick, that noone would see you steal it even if it was in the light of day. You run, and run, farther than you have before. You lungs burned and your legs felt as if they would fall from beneath you, but you had to put distance between you and that place. You finaly stop behind a house, catching your breath and reading the map you had in your shaking hands. You see where you are and notice there's a small area near by with small boats for hire, that was your ticket out of hear. Again you start running to this area with the small boats, and the man on the docks is fast asleep, that was your chance. Slipping past him and releasing a boat just big enough for you, you climb in and start sailing away in the direction of DragonStone. You had no idea where your uncle was, but you know that DragonStone was the next best place to go, especially as you were ready to fight for Queen Rhaenyra so she can be the rightful ruler. The adrenaline coursed through your veins, pushing you in the dead of night to row in the direction of DragonStone, with nothing but a lantern and a determination. The sun was rising over the water by the time you saw land, and your body and mind were beyond exhaustion. The boat you were in landed on a small stretch of sand, you practically fell out of the boat with how weak you were. You had no idea how much time had passed, but when your eyes opened, it was clear to see that you had passed out for a good hour at least, looking at where the sun now was in the sky. You manage to stand, brush the sand off and start walking up towards the stones and rocks. The further you went, the larger and more dangerous this place got, even the rocks that had somehow turned into the ground were sharp and deadly. Hours, it was hours before you found a large cliff area next to other large rocks, that's where you sit and try to get your breath back. So much had happened in the last few days. Your grandmother had died, you didn't know where your uncle was and he was the only family you had left, the man you thought you loved was actually a cruel and heartless monster...and now you were lost in the rocky mountains of DragonStone trying to find Queen Rhaenyra. Not even knowing if she'd take you in after what your history is with Aemond. A part of you was thinking if this was all worth it, what would happen next?.......................in your moment of silence...............a terrifying noise has rung in your ears..........it was close.......loud.....alive......and sounded like a monster. You instinctively hid behind the large rock you were sat against, heart pounding in your chest and your body shaking. What was this coming closer? And where was it? Everything goes still when you hear a vibrating growl from right above your head......you've heard Vhagar's growl before.....but this sounded bigger.....angrier......Slowly turning your face to look up, it's then that you see what this thing was. It's teeth were larger than most castle turrets, it's eyes glowed a menacing green colour, it's skin, scales and claws were black as coal....and it's size.....made Vhagar look like a puppy in comparison. You were barely the same size as one of his pupils, that's how large this thing was, and it's wing span was long enough to shade all of Kings Landing from the sun in a single flap! There's no way........it cannot be.................The Cannibal!!!

The vibrations through the rocks were the warning you needed to run, and the second you did, The Cannibal blew fire all over the ground where you once sat. Running away from being burned and chased by the dragon was terrifying, it blew fire every time it saw you, but luckily you were able to hide or just move out of the way in time. You found yourself hiding underneath a shady rock when The Cannibal was resting on one not far away, sniffing the air, trying to find your scent. You has never felt fear like it, your heart was practical bursting out of your chest and panic overwhelmed you. Sneaking peaks to see if it was any closer, something caught your attention, a jingling from around your neck. It was your grandmothers neclace, the one you got after her funeral. You grabbed it, squeezed it tight and trying desperately to imagine she was there with you, or even a memory that would help calm you. Her smile was in your mind, her calm warm smile. The time she showed you how to make pasta, and when you rode your first horse, even when she told you stories of your mother when you had suffered with a nightmare, you missed her so much. With her image in your mind, her voice came too, but it wasn't from the memory you were seeing, it was what she would often say to you, and you never knew why she did.

"You have the fire of a dragon in your heart my darling. Let the world see you burn"

........She was right......she told you about the dragons for a reason, she has a purpose for you, and you weren't going down without a fight. And if you were going down, it would have been in dragon flames! Like any true warrior! You have this sudden lifting feeling, no longer fear, but bravery. If your time was coming to an end, you would do everything in your power to take The Cannibal down with you. You look around the corner, it's searching for you, but not in the right direction, this was your chance to confront it. Emerging from your hiding place, standing bold and valiant in it's presence, you announce to The Cannibal that your there, in the only way you'd know how.

"[I am hear Cannibal! I do not fear you!]"

Its head turned suddenly to the sound of your voice, and for some strange reason, its eyes flicker when it hears you speaking in high valyrian, almost as if it recognised it.

"[Too long you have frightened humans and other dragons! If I'm do die in dragon fire, I'm taking you with me!]"

The growl you heard erupting from The Cannibals throat was thunderous, unlike anything you've heard or felt before. It was angered by you, angered that you were not scared of it, not afraid to fight it, and that you spoke high valyrian to it. And yet, that little look in it's eye was still bugging you, but that was quickly interrupted by it's flames shooting in your direction. You dodged, jumping and landing perfectly on the large rock the perfect distance away, you looked it dead in the eye, determined to not stop until you were victorious. It was angered again, this time it started chasing you, but you were able to slip and hide under and behind little rocks, just out of it's line of sight. And each time you had evaded it, you would sneek up from a corner and use your double ended spear to slice at his leathery skin or scales. It screeched so loud it could make your ears bleed, but he kept coming after you, biting and breathing fire to kill you. This went on for what felt like hours, in your heart it felt like your last battle before you'd meet your maker. You were jumping from one rock to another when it's teeth were so close to biting you, thankfully, they only wounded you, leaving a 6 inch slice across your arm when you landed, it must have been the very tip of one of it's sharp teeth. Gasping for breath and hiding again, you grip tightly at your arm, in pain and hoping to stop the bleeding, but as this was happening, The Cannibal licked and tastes your blood with its tounge...and it was startled, almost as it he'd tasted blood like this before, but hundreds of years previously. Lost in it's thought, you took your chance. You crept up behind it, ran up it's large arm and jumped, screaming like an animal to land right next to its face, pointing the tip of your spear right at it's eye. Sweaty, bloodied and filled with rage, you speak to it once more.

"[I have the fire of a dragon! And you WILL see me burn!......Will you meet your end today? Or will you stand down?........make your choice Cannibal!]"

From the moment you pointed your speak at it's eye, it had frozen, not moving at all. The only noise you heard was the sound of it's breathing, subtly moving you up and down as you stand on him. His enormous green eye stared back at you, seeing that you were not wavering, you had defeated him. No other human or dragon had been this close to ending him, or injuring him.....and he was impressed. His pupil changed, and the anger his body held slowed and released, almost like he was showing you through body language that he was standing down, he knew he would die if you made one single move. This was only the second time you'd been this close to a dragon, and you weren't expecting to see the one and only Cannibal at the end of your blade, let alone be strong enough or quick enough to be triumphant in a battle. It made a soothing noise, moving its head away from you slowly and allowing you to carefully and easily jump down from its shoulder. Why was it doing this? Why did it not take the chance to kill you when you lowered your weapon as you were getting down from him? And why did he keep licking the tooth that scratched you? It stood up, shadowing the sun with its enormous size, but again, it did not attack. It just watched you...why? You were curious, was it the high valyrian you spoke? What if you tried it again?

"[Cannibal! Approach me!]"

Slowly, its head moved down to you, close enough for you to touch. It did not show any signs of threatening behaviour, but it did listen to you.

"[Cannibal....present your wings]"

The moment you said that, it moved quickly onto it's feet, leant back and unravelled its wings. They practically turned day into night, they were larger than most cities! Oh my god! The Cannibal was listening to you and obeying you! How is this possible? While this was an incredible moment, you couldn't bask in it forever, you were on the run after all. Oh wait....you were on the run....from Aemond....who had Vhagar...hm? Aemond was sure to ride Vhagar in order to search for you...he wouldn't dare to touch you if....you had The Cannibal. Maybe the Cannibal obaying you was a strange coincidence...but there was no harm in trying...to ride it. You slowly approached him, showing him that you mean no harm now, and he still doesn't move. Gently, you reach your hand out and rest it on his leathery skin, feeling his heart beat and his heat, it soothed you, and it would seem it soothed him too to feel your touch. How can a wild dragon, the most dangerous and largest of dragons be this calm around you?

Still keeping eye contact with him, you slowly start to climb up his shoulder and manoeuvre yourself onto his large back, it was like climbing over the rocks again, only these were dragon scales and spikes. By the time you managed to sit in a place where you could not be hurt by spikes and hang onto him safely, you looked over him in a new way. It was like sitting on a field of black leather, looking from every angle only seeing him or his wings. You thought Vhagar was large, but The Cannibal....he would make Vhagar shake in her own wings. You stroke him, he let's out a calming yet still loud and thunderous growl, never before in your life would you imagine sitting on a dragon, let alone him. Taking a deep breath...relaxing your shoulders....you give him a command, and if he did indeed do it...it would change your life forever.

"[Serve me Cannibal! Fly to Kings Landing!]"

His body vibrates, moves from side to side, which is why you have to hold on for dear life. Your fingers were white with how tightly you had to hold onto his back as he rose from the ground and onto his back legs. It felt like blustering winds when he let out his wings, moving them up and down, up and down and flapping them about. The earth felt like it shook when he lifted off the ground, flying right into the air. Your heart was beating rapidly, your eyes tightly closed as you felt him go higher and higher, it wasnt until the air was still that you opened your eyes. The sights from this high were astonishing, the rocks below were tiny and the sea looked more like a small puddle, you were the highest you had ever known a person could go. Still holding on for your life, you felt the heartbeat of The Cannibal as he flew through the sky, it was unlike anything you had ever known, free, strong, powerful. You could see Kings Landing in the distance, and anger filled your heart at the thought of Aemond, well, let's see what he'd think of another dragon flying over his kingdom.

"[Forward Cannibal! Circle Kings Landing! Do not attack!]"

The thunderous roar he made was loud and scary enough to make the mountains shake, and any man would run in fear. And that's precisely what you could see in the distance. The shadow of The Cannibal was already looming over the castle and it's people before you even got there, and it's safe to say it attracted the right person. Down on the ground, Aemond runs out of the castle, watching the people flee and scream at the sight of this unknown dragon, and his own heart was thumpimg in terror too. But he couldn't show weakness, he had to keep this persona of the brave Prince Regent, and in knowing that, He mounted his horse and rode straight out of the gates and towards Vhagar. All the while, you were soaring above Kings Landing, getting more comfortable on your dragons back. A few moments later, The Cannibal roared at something towards the north, and out of the clouds, was Vhagar, and Aemond! But you felt no fear, just anger and determination.

"[Forward Cannibal!]"

These two monstrous dragons flew to eachother in the sky, beasts filled with rage and flame, but you knew Aemond had the same beastly rage inside him too. He drew closer, yet he couldn't see you yet, his realisation will be very satisfying to you. He lied to you, made you trust him, made you fall in love with him, and it was all just a manipulation tactic. Well now, he's going to see just how dangerous you can be. You moved The Cannibal up a little higher as Vhagar approached, and turned him slightly, that way Aemond could see you on his back, and it was safe to say, you'd never seen Aemond look so pale. True fear was etched on his face, he looked terrified, no, petrified!

Seeing his face, his eye, the man who deceived you for so long, and was on a power trip, needed to be tought a lesson, or at least be shown he isn't the most powerful man anymore. Rage bubbled up in your chest, your heart raced and you sit up proudly on The Cannibals back, you take a deep breath. You knew exactly what to say, you'd heard it in the stories your grandmother told you, and now...it was your turn. Staring him in his one eye, you hold tightly to your dragons back, and scream...

"[DRACARYS!!!]"

The Cannibal opens his mouth, and out comes fire that can only be compared to the flames of hell. He blew his fire directly at Vhagar when she was close enough, engulfing her and Aemond. Aemond only just managed to manoeuvre Vhagar out of the way so he didn't burn, but Vhagar suffered a little fire damage to her chest. You turn the Cannibal around and fly away, but not without first giving Aemond a look that cloud kill. He could see the look on your face, he knew you weren't trying to kill him, you were warning him. He knew you were riding the most dangerous dragon in Westeros, and it was not him who had all the control anymore. He flew back to Kings Landing, with his tale between his legs. He regretted what he did to you, because now he was royally fucked. As he left, you gave The Cannibal another command.

"[Onwards Cannibal! Fly to Dragonstone! Do not harm any humans! Do not harm any dragons!]"

He listened to your command, and flew towards Dragonstone in the distance. With him being so large, the flight was surprisingly quick, and you were there within a few minutes. You and him soar over DragonStone, looking down at the castle where Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon are living, there's no doubt you will attract their attention.

"[Land hear Cannibal! Do not harm any living thing!]"

His wings flap as he lowers himself to the ground, slowly and carefully. Despite him being so large, he actually landed very well, despite the ground shaking beneath you. The sight and the sound of your dragon had alerted all the people inside, and everyone ran out to see what the noise was, including Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. They were there to see you and the dragon first, shock in Rhaenyra's eyes, yet amusement in Daemons. You climb down from The Cannibal, sliding down his black hide and landing on the ground. You walk up to his face, which has come down to meet you, as you rest your hand on his face. Your touch seems to calm him too, and that's a good thing, as Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon walk forward.

"You there! Young woman! Who are you? Are you hear to threaten DragonStone?"

"No my queen. I am not hear to threaten you. I am hear to fight for you"

Daemon looks he Cannibal right in the eye, and smiles.

"This dragon is wild, The Cannibal if I am correct? How is it you were able to approach this dragon without being torn to shreds? My father and my ancestors were all told stories about the wild dragons, and yet you have ridden this one"

"Yes, this is The Cannibal, just like you my queen, I also grew up with the tales of the dragons. I was leaving Kings Landing when I found myself lost on DragonStone. And that's where I found myself in his territory. I must he honest, I did think it was my final day, I too have heard of many dying when meeting him. But in fighting back, I found I was able to harm him, as you can see hear (points to the wound on his skin) And when I had him in a position where I could kill him, he seemed to...respect it? Respect that someone bad managed to fight back and win. I think that's why he allowed me to ride him"

The Cannibal growls when Daemon tried to approach him, but you calm him by holding him, and speaking to him.

"[Calm Cannibal...Do not harm him]"

When Daemon staggers back, he and Rhaenyra look at eachother in shock. Daemon addresses you.

"How...how are you able to talk to him? Your words...they are high valyrian. How is it possible that you can speak that language?"

"My grandmother, your grace. She raised me and taught me many languages, including high valyrian. I found The Cannibal responds to it"

"Yes, dragons only listen to high valyrian. Your...your grandmother...how did she know this language? And your...your appearance...it's-"

"You have interesting physical qualities"

Daemon interrupts. Him and Rhaenyra see what everyone else sees, apparent Targaryen physical attributes.

"Yes I do Daemon. I was born like this, however, I am currently unaware of my true ancestry, but I soon hope to find out the truth, once I find my uncle"

He just smirks, he seems to like you, which is a good thing. You've heard of Daemon Targaryen, and his strength, maybe he likes that someone could answer him without feeling fear.

"What is your name? Dragon rider"

"Y/N, your grace. I have come hear to fight for the rightful heir to the throne. I'm afraid I have seen what your family members have been doing in Kings Landing, and it's beyond disgusting. Neither Aegon or Aemond deserve to sit upon the throne, or make decisions for the people. Aemond...Aemond is a cruel and heartless boy in a mans body, and he is a poison to the royal bloodline. I came hear to show my support to you, your grace, if you'll have me. If you will have me, you will also have my dragon"

"Indeed. I believe it was your dragon who was in the sky above Kings landing a short while before you arrived. Me and Daemon witnessed you bravely meeting Vhagar, and burning her. Not everyone has the strength or bravery to meet Vhagar in single combat. Your strength and your dragon will be very useful to me, and I can offer you a warm bed and food hear in DragonStone. Do you swear to serve me?"

"I swear, your grace. I will follow you and support you in your fight to reclaim the throne"

She simply nods her head, and Daemon gives you a cheeky smile.

"Very well. Seeing as you are new to dragon riding, I do believe you should go and speak to the other dragon seeds. They are inside having something to eat. Daemon, will you show Y/N the way?"

"Yes, Rhaenyra"

You gently stroke and calm The Cannibal before he flies a few meters away and gets comfortable on a large rock, getting some rest from the flight. Rhaenyra gives you a kind smile before you follow Daemon inside, it's quite dark inside DragonStone, but there's plenty of candle light to show the way through the corridors.

"And hears me thinking there was nothing else that could truly suprise me. Then you come along, girl. Tell me, as the one and only rider of the legendary wild dragon, The Cannibal....why fight for my queen? When clearly, your dragon is strong enough and large enough to kill Vhagar in a single bite. And aswell, why did you not kill Vhagar?"

"Her rider is a little boy who has grown greedy with power, and with Vhagar as his dragon he must feel like he's the most powerful in Westeros. I wanted him to feel fear, he struck fear into the hearts of all those innocent people of Sharp Point, and took their lives because of his own insecurities"

"How interesting.....I would have thought a commoner like you wouldn't hate Aemomd this much, I can tell but the way you speak about him. He's struck a nerve in you, hurt you"

"You could say that"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Deamon pins you against the wall, his blade pressed against your throat, but if you were being honest, you half expected this. Hence why when he was trying to give you an intimidating look, holding the blade to your skin, your expression was completely blank. No fear, no worry, nothing.

"You were close to Aemond weren't you? Hm? You know what I think? I think...your working for him...and wanting to play pretend with Rhaenyra"

"I can assure you, that is the farthest from the truth-"

"Then tell me......why you carry this hate for Aemond....and why I shouldn't just kill you know...."

"....Killing me now would be a very stupid thing to do"

"Oh really? Do tell..."

"Right outside your hold that houses all the people fighting for you, including your queen, is my dragon. A dragon who is wild, and in your own words, capable of killing Vhagar in a single bite. Vhagar, who is the biggest obstacle in this war for your queen. If you kill me, The Cannibal will in return kill you, Rhaenyra, the dragon seeds, the dragons, including Caraxes. The greens would win and rule Kings Landing with a single swipe of this very blade. Now...you can remove this blade from my throat, and I will pretend this never happened. And do my best in fighting for your wife and queen"

"Or?..."

"Or I'll let you taste your own blade....when I cut out your tounge"

He smirks, your face doesn't change in the slightest, still strong and determined. He slowly removes the blade, allowing you to take your back off the cold stone wall.

"I think I'll find my own way to the dragon seeds, thank you"

You say walking down the hall, but not before Daemon speaks out to you.

"He manipulated you didn't he........made you believe he was someone he's not"

You don't turn back to face him when you answer, just simply look down the hall for where your going.

"He did.....he nearly succeeded.....but he failed"

"That's why you didn't use your dragon......you wanted to kill him with your bare hands....."

"And hopefully, someone will. Weather it's me, Queen Rhaenyra, or even you. I don't care who does it, as long as he's dead"

"Even with one eye, he's completely blinded by his thirst for the throne"

"Yes.....who knows....maybe he will be completely blinded before his death....losing his other eye would destroy him.....who knows....it may even kill him..."

And with that, you walked away, not wanting to talk to Daemon anymore. However, from your little interaction, it would seem Daemon took a liking to you, let's hope that was a good thing. A few minutes later, after walking around the halls of DragonStone, you hear voices, and one of them was familiar. Entering the darkened room, two men were talking, and it's then that you know who's voice that was.

"Ulf?"

"Hey! Y/N! What are you doing hear?"

"It's a long, and frankly complicated story"

"Oh man, the last time I saw you was in the tavern. But hey! Life's going pretty good for me! And this guy hear"

"Hi, I'm Addam"

He held out his hand for you to shake, which you did.

"So this is the room for the Dragon Seeds then?"

"Yeh! Me and Addam have our own dragon's! Isn't that amazing! I'm a dragon rider! Mine's called Silverwing, she's gorgeous. Addam hear rides...uh? What was yours called again?"

"Seasmoke"

"Ah yes, Seasmoke! But hang on a second, this is where the dragon seeds are told to go, why are you hear?"

"Ahh....well..."

That's all you can seem to say, and point to the open window. Addam and Ulf look outside, and that's when they see the monsterus Cannible, sleeping on the rocks.

"..........is......is that......no.....NO! That isn't what I think it is, is it?"

Ulf asks panicking, Addam is shocked, but manages to speak better than Ulf right now.

"You....claimed.....The Cannibal?! THE Cannibal?!"

"Yeh....as I said...it's a uh...long story. But look, I heard that there were 3 dragon seeds hear, who's claimed Vermithor?"

"Vermithor? Oh yeah, that's-"

"Did someone mention my dragon?"

A familiar voice said when entering the room, you turn, knowing who's voice that was, but it couldn't be, could it?

"I hear there's a new dragon seed-(gasp!)...........By the gods...............Y/N?!"

".........It's you! It's really you! Uncle Hugh!!"

You couldn't believe it, even when you ran and jumped into your uncles arms, that he was hear! You'd finaly found him!

"Oh Y/N, I've been looking for you everywhere! I tried to find you after my mother died, are you ok?"

"I'm ok, I'm...yeh I'm ok. I didn't-I didn't see you at her funeral, I wanted to see you. Oh god, uncle Hugh, everything has been-"

"Hey hey it's ok, come on. Let's go somewhere private"

You were getting upset and he guided you to a room where it was just the two of you, and he helped you to calm down. Sat to the little table together, he held your hand when you told him everything that had happened to you. The travelling, working in the castle, yours and Aemond's relationship, him betraying you, and claiming The Cannibal. He was more than shocked, yet so proud of you, he told you that what you had gone through was incredibly difficult, but just showed your strength.

"And that's how I claimed Vermithor"

"Weren't you frightened he would burn you? Just like he did the others?"

"I was more angry than fearful, but in a way, that helped. They don't call him The Bronze Fury for nothing. Oh sweet Y/N, I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to support you when my mother died. How are you holding up?"

"I don't even know anymore uncle Hugh. I feel so lost with everything that's happening, I have no idea what I'm suposed to do, or who I even am"

"........Ah.......yes......I suppose this is as good a time as any...."

"What? What are you talking about?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sealed letter, addressed to you. He placed it in your hands, and the perfume of your late grandmother was the scent coming off it.

"I received a letter from her too, it was to say goodbye, and to explain that you were in danger. I was to find you and give this too you, and not let it fall into the wrong hands..............Y/N.....this letter....this is the answer to your true family history.....it explains everything. Who you are....and why it was important for your eyes only"

"My eyes only....but you?...."

"I've known since you were born Y/N...but it was not my right to tell you. My mother said she would explain it at the right time but, well.....Look, I'll give you some time to read it, I think it's something to do yourself"

He gave you a reassuring pat to the shoulder and made his way to the door.

"Uncle Hugh?"

"Mm?"

"...Thank you"

He smiled and nodded, closing the door behind him. This was a huge moment for you, and a scary one at that. This letter held the truth about you, about your history. But it is also.....the last letter your grandmother ever wrote to you, and you were scared that once you read it, there wasn't going to be that little peace of her to fight for anymore. But you knew, deep down, you had to read it, for your own peace of mind, you needed to know who you truly are. Still slightly shaking as you open the seal, you pull out the letter, and begin to read.

Y/N

My darling granddaughter, I am so very very sorry, I did not have the strength to tell you the truth when I was alive, I love you and I wish for your forgiveness in the next life. I must tell you the truth about who you are, and who I am. You know me as your grandmother, but my name.....is Saera Targaryen. Daughter of the late King Jaehaerys. Which makes you, the great granddaughter of the Targaryen King. I could not live with my family, and chose to leave to make a life for myself. That is when I bought the whore house, had your mother and uncle, and then she had you. I also knew your father, he is one of the Winter Wolves. His name is William Dustin, he has brown wavey hair and green eyes, and he loved your mother very much. He is the son of the leader of The Winter Wolves, Roderick Dustin. He is a fierce combatant, and so are his kin. Your father is a northman, he wielded a spiked mace and was amongst one of the strongest in the army of 2000 men. He has the bravery and strength to face certain death, and is motivated by a fierce sence of duty and honour. He is fearless, just like you. That is the truth my darling Y/N...you have the blood of a Winter Wolf, but also the fire of a dragon with Targaryen ancestors. Never forget what I've told you. You have the fire of a dragon in your heart my darling, let the world see you burn. Fight, live, and show the world what your capable of. I love you. Your Grandmother.

.........Oh......my......god.........it's true..........it's really true..........you.....are.....a Targaryen. Your grandmother kept this massive secret for so long, and now that you knew the truth...you had no idea how to process it. For the first half an hour, you just sat there, didn't move a muscle and rested your mouth on your closed hands that leant on the table. You just breathed, let the information sink in, and tried not to think of it too much. But after a while, you stood up and started pacing the room, back and forth, thinking about all the times you should have known. All the times people spoke about your eyes, your hair...it was all there. And now even your father was a part of your thoughts. You were never told about him, and now you knew who he was. And in your grandmother's letter, she spoke about him like he was alive, was he? You could have a chance to meet him? He is a Winter Wolf, and you've heard about them supporting Queen Rhaenyra, just like you are now. Was this a blessing in disguise, to finaly meet your long lost father, in amongst this war and devastation? If your uncle knew about this all along, he must have some answers or at least some idea on how to find your father, and learn more about where you came from. But....as you looked out of the window at your sleeping dragon, this overwhelming sence of duty and honour filled your heart and mind. You were now serving the rightful Queen, and in order for you to have any kind of future with your father and uncle, this war had to be stopped. And in order to do that, you needed to fight. The Cannibal was your dragon, your responsibility, and yet despite him listening to you and your commands, he was still a wild dragon. And to form a real bond with him, you needed to train him, and train yourself to be a real dragon rider. So that is what you will do. You have many hear in DragonStone who can give you advice on how to care for The Cannibal, and how to be a true dragon rider. And once you've achieved that, you will stop at nothing to defend Rhaenyra, her kin, her dragons and her throne. This is your challenge now, and will this end with you slaying Aemond in the process? The man who had manipulated you and lied to you. Will his blood be on your blade? Your dragons teeth? Or will Aemond fall to another's weapon? You did not know, but what you did know, was that nothing was going to stop you, and with every day that you fight, your time will soon come for peace to be spread across the lands, your father knowing about you, and hopefully, a future in which you will not live as the rest of the Targaryen's do, but as you do. Just like your grandmother said to you, you have the fire of a dragon in your heart my darling, let the world see you burn. You do. And you will show the world. And that...starts with Aemond.

"Count your days Aemond.....because I'm coming for you......."

Link to part 1

[whoreforall]

DECISIONS PT. ONE

*9 years earlier*

"im gonna find you bill!" i ran around the kaulitz home on a mission of hide and seek. i rush up the stairs listening closely for any sign of bill. we see each other at school all the time but i begged and begged my mom to let me go over for weeks before she finally gave in. i creep down the hallway quietly and peer into one of the bedrooms. i walk toward the bed and lean down to check for bill.

not there. i sigh and stand up straight again. i look at the closet and smirk. i open the door quickly seeing if i could scare him. still no noise. i frown and push the clothes around to see if he's behind them. no sign of bill. i close the closet door and notice a tall mirror leaned against the wall in the corner of the room. it's huge. my eyes widen more amazed by the mirror. it looks so fancy. i step in front of it and admire the design on the edges.

my thoughts are interrupted by bill crawling out from the side and as soon as our eyes meet he freezes. "UGH!" he says dramatically and i smile. "i thought you left! i was gonna switch spots." he whines while standing up, he crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes. i giggle at him. "see. told you i'm better at hide and seek." i said proudly. "NOW COUNT TO 30 AND TYRN AROUND!" i shout while running out of the room.

as i slow my running down i look back and hear bill. "1!... 2!... 3!... 4!..." shoot i'm wasting time. i think as i creep down the stairs. i walk into the living room and approach the tv stand. i notice the 2 cabinet doors quickly and smile to myself as i open one. this stand is a decent size i should be able to fit. i get down and crawl inside. i adjust to get more comfortable and close the door. i sit in silence for what feels like forever before i hear someone enter the living room.

i stay quiet and eventually hear them walk out. i hear the person head upstairs and i let out my deep breaths. (u guys ever hide so good that the air quality is horrible but u risk it to win. i did that shit all the time and won everytime. 😈) suddenly the cabinet door opens and i was about to say something, but i stopped and grew confused to see another boy who looks like bill. he smiled and laughed at me.

this made me more confused. "shhhh. you'll get me caught!" i whispered. "relax. bill is dumb. he won't know. who are you anyway?" he raised his brows. "y/n. bills friend." i said simply. "who are you?" i questioned. since i'm a grade below bill and, the only reason me and bill met is because he came into my class to present for a club he was in, i'm unfamiliar with everyone else in his grade. and i haven't seen him at school.

safe to assume he's bills brother since they look a lot alike. but was he older? or was this the twin he was talking about? "im tom." he replied. "bills twin...?" i questioned. he nodded and we stared at each other for a moment before he yelled. "BILL SHES DOWN HERE!" he looked back at me and chuckled. my eyes widened and bills running was heard in the distance, until he peaked his head down to look at me. "tom! why did you tell!" i shouted.

bill and tom laughed. "i invited tom to help me!" bill smiled as tom moved away and stood up. i crawled out and stood up aswell, brushing myself off. i crossed my arms and looked at the two annoyed. "dumbies." i mumbled and walked away. the boys continued to laugh before bill came up to me, tagging me on the shoulder. "TAG YOUR IT!" he yelled as the boys ran away. my frown turned into a smile as i shook my head and ran after them.

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and that was the first

time i met tom. we would all play everytime i came over after that but tom would always say mean things to me. it made me sad but i got over it quickly. i never showed him how it made me feel, but when he would say things like that he would always laugh. he would constantly mock me and there was times bill heard and kicked him or gave him a slap on the back of his head. it usually made tom stop laughing and instead get annoyed with his brother.

*4 years later*

it's my 14th birthday and of course i spent it with bill. at this point he was my only friend. i didn't care that i had one friend, but he was busy alot more. and he doesn't go to my school. he stopped going after they formed a band with georg and gustav. they were more busy and there parents decided homeschooling would be best. i was sad when i got the news but happy that bill was doing something he enjoyed.

since they had tours to go on i went with them and stayed hidden from the public. i have anxiety especially when it comes to people. so bill made sure he could spend time with me, and keep me away from the media. he's my bestfriend. and i appreciate him for everything. so once they finished their show and came back to the hotel all the guys came into bills room.

where i was waiting for them to finish. i smiled at bill as he rushed to me. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!" he said excitedly. he climbed onto the bed and pulled me into a hug. he squeezed me tightly before pulling away. "thank you billy bob." i laughed. "hey." he made a fake serious face and pointed at me. "we talked about this." i chuckled as he spoke before gustav interrupted. "happy birthday." he smiled and sat on the other bed.

i returned the smile and thanked him before georg sat next to gustav. "happy birthday!" he also smiled. i thanked him aswell and felt the bed dip down. i looked over at tom who was now sat on the corner of the bed looking down at his phone. "tom. don't be rude say happy birthday." bill said and flicked toms hat. tom looked at bill with furrowed brows then looked back down at his phone. "happy birthday." he said dryly. i laughed a little and looked at bill who was also laughing.

"thank you so much tom! that's the sweetest thing you've ever said!!" i joked making him look over at me. "you are so welcome!" his voice full of sarcasm as he faked a smile. his attention went back to his phone and the rest of the boys laughed aswell as me. bill sat down again and started telling me the plans for the rest of the night.

[imagines-babes]

Sleep Well (Foolish)

Hello everyone, sorry for this being ‘late’ but I found out something that is happening in my personal life. So maybe there will be sad story next time. Anyways. Thank you for 87 followers. I do appreciate so so much. This week story is Foolish. The song is sleep well by d4vd. I hope you enjoy.

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Yn

Talking to someone random on the internet can lead to many things. Good or Bad. You never know what is gonna happen. Maybe you are talking to some old guy maybe you are talking to genuine person. Or you are just talking to a boy. No matter what you never know what's on the other side. But with all odd I tried a website to text to a random person. So I took those odds and I texted a name online that is Foolish. He is 24. He from the state of Ohio. He played sports. Nothing else. He never told about work life. I never talked about mine. He never gave me his real name. I used a fake name aswell so I messaged him everyday in the app then gave each other our numbers. Then on the rest was just a guessing game of how we would meet. The message only do so much till he insists on calling me that night. That was more than I needed. The first time we called on the phone. He told me that he will call that night so I stayed by my phone. Trying to ease the anxiety I had with a movie. So I waited a hour passed then another  and another. I just watched the movie not wanting to think of it till my phone rang. It was him. Taking in a breathe answering with an hello. When I heard his voice it wasn't how I imagined it. Not in a bad way I swear. His voice was noice. Honestly I could fall asleep to his words. He spoke clear. With a ramble sometimes. Going off to different subjects then back to the main topic. His laugh is my favorite. When we ended that call looking at phone just giving a smile. The call help me realize how deep in love with him.

After months, he was real. The person I talked to through a phone is real. This will be the first I seen him face to face. Never telling me his name. Never told me how he looked like. He said he was gonna be wearing blue and white lose flannel with black pants. Really hoping for more that that. But also he said he was gonna hold a sign with my name on it. Walking out of the plane I was nervous the more I walk the more it got real for me. Entering the building I found my bags making my way to the front. Looking around for someone matching his description. Within a minute I found him and I was Starstruck. From his hair to his eye to his smile with him holding the sign. All he did was look around and wait for me. This beautiful man was waiting for me. All I did was stare then walked up to him. He watched me walk closer as he started to walk to me with a smile. Standing two steps from each other. 'Hey y/n,' his voice just made me smile as I nod. 'Hey fo-,' he stopped me mid sentence, 'Noah, that my name my real name.'  Giving a smile, 'nice to finally see you Noah.'

After that first time of meeting we would see each other once every two months. We never lost touch. He told me what he does and I would watch him ether from my phone or me getting him the food he order. Passing it to him and I sit in the back. I watch him talk to his chat. Watch him react to videos or him just playing games. All I did would stare at him. Chat would notice it happening and would type it out. I leave before he starts to ask me questions about what they are talking about. More and more I fell for him. It's like those he fell first and she fell harder scenario but it's one sided. Now I'm packing to head back home.

Noah

I wanted her to be mine. I waited to long for Yn not be mine right. When I first heard her talk I was scared she wasn't gonna answer or be upset if I didn't call her so I ended my stream early. I stared at my phone. Waiting for the perfect time to call her. When the time was right I did it. She had such a nice voice. Then I got to meet her few months later. She was prettier than I imagined. Now she's in my house. Helping me most times. Bringing me my food when I stream. Talk with my stream. She doesn't know but I notice her stare when I'm busy. Then notice other people in chat comments on it as I smile. I like her. I want to tell her before she leaves tonight. I wanted to tell her on the first time I saw her at the airport. But I never did. So tonight I will.

Yn

He ended his stream early as I stay in my room to hear a knock as I open the door. He stood there as a dear to headlights as i tilt my head. ‘Yes Noah?’ He blinked as he gave a soft smile. ‘I was wondering if you want to sleep in my room just for tonight because you will leave tomorrow.’ Now I felt the deer in headlights without know I just nod my head. With that he left. I stayed by the door not know what happened till he called my name. I made my way to his room. His room was neat not messy messy or clean clean just neat. Walking towards his bed as he went to the bathroom. Laying on his bed I just watch the ceiling basically hearing what he was doing in the bathroom. I didn’t know what was gonna happen so I laid on my side. Hearing the light switch go off I felt him going under the blanket. ‘This doesn’t have to be weird right?’ He ask, turning off to look at a glimpse of his face. ‘No why would it be weird?’ Feeling him get closer with his hand touching the side of my body. ‘So this is fine?’ I hummed getting closer to feel his body. His heartbeat were quicken as I give a laugh. There was silence between us. This silence was nice. Till he spoke, ‘the sunrise will be beautiful won’t it y/n?’ (I like you and I don’t want you to leave me) . His body started to relax as soon as he said those words. Giving a smile at those words. ‘I wouldn’t miss it anymore Noah.’ (I like you too and I won’t leave)

[sewer-sermon]

cracked pot (for the ask game)

HOW I FEEL ABOUT THEM:

yknow when someone asked gianni how he felt about gabv1 i think and he was jsit lkke "MEBEGEGEGEEGEGGMMMkissie kissie smoochie smoochHeehehehehee" or something to that effect. Yeag. i don't think i need to make it much clearer how much of my brain power ive dedicated to thinking about This Specific Guy and not much else, but! You could say i like hymn. A little bit. Maybe 🤏

ALL THE PEOPLE I SHIP ROMANTICALLY WITH THEM:

phobos has always been my no1 but recently taken a liking to hank & tricky aswell, this has nothing to do with tumblr users slaughtrtime and aphiepilled I don't like those guys. I don't I don't I don't! there are very few people who can withstand being in a romantic relationship with hymn though, i fear. those three are all just kind of equally as horrible as hymn enough that it cancels out. i could write essays abt why i ship those three so hard if the people truly need to know but that's for a separate post

MY NON-ROMANTIC OTP:

SHERIFF!!!! They are STRICTLY friends in my mind but god they are such good friends. i like thinking about them a LOT they make me so joyous!!! TTHeyve never interacted in the actual series but they're friends you have to trust me. they took their lunch breaks together when nexus was still a thing. merc & the fanatics form an alliance with eachother postgame you didn't see it happen but i was there Trust Me [grip]

ONE UNPOPULAR OPINION:

WEll. Let's just say i feel like all my opinions about hymn are a little unpopular, but probably the strongest one i feel is that hy isn't that mean of a person, really. Like, the only times we ever see hymn ingame are either filter through jebs incredibly biased perspective (because everyone forgets that jeb is a deeply unreliable narrator), or when hys fucking HOME is being invaded and hys faction members are being KILLED!!! i genuinely don't think hys a very mean or hateful person, hy just is kind of a snarky dickhead arnd jeb bc hy doesn't like that guy!!!! hy has pink sparklies and stuff tho guys hy considered the fanatics hys children.... Hy has whimsy!!! joy in hys heart!!!!

ONE THING I WISH HAD HAPPENED TO THEM IN CANON:

oh i would've fucking LOVED. if hy actually got to interact with hys former coworkers onscreen after nexus fell. i feel like not letting hank & jeb take Flood Control was such a missed opportunity, especially if tricky would've been in w the group too- it would've been such an interesting reunion!!!! honestly it would've been cool in general if hy got to be a part of the party for a level or two like tricky did, even if you couldn't control hymn directly :O

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Keeping up with the Camerons

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Keeping up with the Camerons

Episode 1 - Kildare Royalty - Part 2

Episode transcript (/ means cut scene, bold italics means narrator, bold means host)

Word Count: 2.5K

Part 1 Here

"Ward, tell the audience a little about yourself."

"Okay. Um, I'm Ward Cameron, I'm fifty-six, and I own a business called Cameron Developments; but I mostly stay at home and just file the paper work, make sure everyone's doing their jobs properly! I have three beautiful children, and two amazing adopted children. I have a perfect wife who has taken in my children as her own since she's joined our family. Annnnd.. I think that's it haha."

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"I'm Rafe Cameron, I'm nineteen. I play golf, and ride a motorcycle, any of you pretty girls want a ride, hit me up.." He winks at the camera, obviously not meaning what Ryan or any of the camermen understood. Ryan looked at him as if expecting more so Rafe huffed and pulled something up on the spot, "I have four close friends, two sisters, a dad and a step mum. Don't think there's much else to be said." Rafe's expectations for the show were slowing drifting away as he began to grow irritated at the lack of interesting questions.

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"Umm, I'm Wheezie Cameron! I'm thirteen, I have an older sister and an older brother. I like to write, and make bracelets with Sarah. And I also like to have girls nights with her, Rose and Rafe's friend, Bella. We bake and watch movies and stuff, it's really fun!"

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"Imm, Sarah, l'm sixteen, I have a boyfriend called Topper. I like to go to the beach and go out with my friends. I think that's it." The lack of preparation made it hard for her to think of anything other than the bare minimum, making her answer seem almost fake. She puts on a false smile to try and cover the awkwardness.

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"Well, I'm Rose Cameron. Im a stay at home mum. I help Ward with his business and I also run a real estate agency!" She pulls a smile, the interview finally being about something she loves, her. Somehow another glass of wine has made its way into her hand as the breeze from the now open doors blows her hair around in a rather attractive manner; complimenting her now, extroverted composure.

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"Ward. What would you say is your favourite part about this family?"

"God, only one? Uhh.. Well. I think I'd have to say, how different we all are. The kids aren't the closest but it means we always have something to talk about. Rafe always telling us about his friends' drama, Sarah always coming up with crazy stories and Wheezie talking about her new hobbies. Aswell as the additional arguments between Callum and Bella; it always makes for a very interesting dinner. The family talks are definitely my favourite I'd say!"

"And.. who would you say you're the closest to?"

"Definitely my angel, Sarah. Bella comes a close second. I just spent the most time with Sarah growing up so we have the most in common. And Bella's just a sweetheart to be around. Always making me smile."

"So Bella is a big part of your life then?"

"Yeah l'd say so. I raised her, taught her everything she needs to know, and now she walks around as one of my own. She's here almost everyday, and she's always up for anything. I love her."

/

"Rafe, Ward mentioned that Bella and Callum are your closest friends. Could you go into that? How did you meet?"

Rate's smile reappears at the mention of them.

Him now suddenly re-interested in the conversation; sitting back more comfortably as he finally wants to get deep into something, a gentle grin replaces his previous glare. "Well, yeah he's right. Bella's probably closer to me but I grew up with them both. Them, aswell as Topper and Kelce, are my only real friends. We're always together. There's really not a moment when we're ever doing anything alone. I met them all when I was a kid; Topper and Kelce I met through our parents. And Bella and Callum moved in with us like ten years ago?" He takes a moment to look over at Ward who was sat just out the shot. He gives him a quick nod to confirm his words before Rafe turns back to the camera. A proud grin now spread across his cheeks. "Yeah. Ten years ago! They all met each other through me and vice versa. Then ever since we've just kinda been inseparable. All of us."

"You spoke about Bella and Callum moving in correct?"

"Yes, well, they moved back out a few years ago. I would tell you they got kicked out but Wards watching so.." Rafe lowers his voice as he leans forward onto his legs again, causing suspicion amongst Ward's face. "But yeah they moved back home but basically still live here anyways with how much they're always over." He chuckles trying to push the previous sentence away, with full intention to speak on it later when Ward isn't around to hear.

Ward stayed in the room to 'supervise’. Survey Rafe's interview to make sure he doesn't say anything too private or out of line on the first episode.

//

"You have to be careful with Rafe." Ward explains, now moved outside. The sun almost completely covered by the sea edge and the wind had picked up since the last shot of him, made evident in the way he let his hair follow the winds lead. "He doesn't think before he speaks. But he also doesn't care for others feelings that much, he likes to speak his mind. So yeah I had to stick around for his interview to make sure he doesn't talk about anything unnecessary or out of pocket. He tends to do it quite a lot with all of us and it does cause some tension. It's one of the reasons why we like having Bella and Cal' around, because they seem to occupy his mind and also take over the cause of disagreement."

//

"A boyfriend? May I ask, is this the same Topper, Rafe is friends with?"

"Yes it is! Well I mean, me and Topper met first, in Middle School, and so Rafe became close with him because of me. So if anything, he has me to thank." She smiles smugly at the camera, tilting her head slightly to rub it in Rafe's face.

"How is it going between you two, may l ask? Still going strong?"

Those words manage to pull out a genuine smile, her face lighting up at the mention of her boyfriend, causing less tension between her and the camera. She readjusts herself on the couch, patting down her dress as it began to rise. "He's so sweet. I don't see how there could be any issues between us. Were more than perfect if that's even possible," She lets out a small breathy laugh at her own words, the smitten look written all over her face; her cheeks blushed and eyes glistening. "I see him almost everyday because he's friends with Rafe anyways so it's like a win-win for all of us really! And Ward loves him so that's a bonus."

/

"That's sweet, it's nice to hear you're all very close!"

"Yeah well I mean, I'm close with them all. But Sarah and Bella fell out a few years back and Rose doesn't particularly like her very much so it can be awkward sometimes. But they all do it for me so they just remember that and then it's all okay!"

"I knew Bella was a friend of Rafe's. Is she a good friend of yours too then?"

"Mmmmhm.. Best friend actually! Hm.." Wheezie giggles to herself as she pulls herself closer to the camera, "I actually think they like each other.. She denies it but even Topper and Kelce agreed theres something going on.." she sits back. "I guess we'll all find out together after this comes out wont we." She giggles again as her shoulders rise with her smile.

"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for that." Ryan gives Wheezie a wink as he lowers his voice, causing a small laugh to fall from her

He sits back crossing his legs, "Wheezie what do you do on a girls night then?"

"Um, well normally it's the full day. If so then we'd go out shopping or go on the boat or something. Then we'd come home and even bake or make pizzas and then eat it whilst watching a movie. We sometimes paint our nails and stuff too. Oh! And also Sarah and Bella share all the boy gossip. We try to get Rose to but she thinks it's weird seeing as Wards our dad but I don't get why?"

/

"Rose, earlier, Wheezie mentioned that you don't particularly like Bella that much? Could you tell us why?"

She shows us a tight smile, her eyes falling at the mention of Bella's name. Rose sighs heavily as she leans back against the couch crossing her arms like a toddler. "Because why should I? She stole Rafe from us, she takes up all Wards time, her and her brother are always here invading our space. Theres no reason to like her! It's a stupid question." The change in tone made Ryan almost uncomfortable as he begins to break into a sweat. A man angry is scary, but a mother angry is worse. And Rose herself is one scary woman.

“Right um.. Do you not think that maybe she's just trying to be nice? She makes Rafe and Wheezie very happy do you see that?"

"What is this? An interview about me or her?"

/

"Well Ward unless there's anything else you'd like to talk about I think that's it!"

"Oh great! I think I'm all good, did you want to start on the tour?"

/

"Rafe, Ward also brought up how Bella is a special part of his life. Does that apply to you too?"

Rate lets out a small breathy laugh at the question, not understanding why he was getting so personal all of a sudden. "I mean yeah obviously but-"

His attention is taken as his focus moves to behind Ryan, the glass doors open and a small figure pops a head through. "Umm sorry.. is it a bad time?"

Ryan opens his mouth to answer but before he could, Rafe had already made his way over, a camera following to capture the moment. "Of course not! Whats wrong?"

"Oh um.. I was just going to ask for the key to the refrigerator on the boat? We can't get in." A quiet giggle leaves the girls lips as Rafes curl into a helpless smile.

"Don't be stupid Bells. Just gotta ask! Don't gotta be so nervous. The cameras are just cameras.." His hand grazes her own as he reassures her; he turns around to go over to the kitchen.

Bella's gaze follows the camera, a smile tugging at her soft lips. She lifts her hand and gives the camera a wave. "Hi!"

"Bella correct?"

"Umm.." She was caught off guard by the sudden statement. She steps closer to get a better view of him. "Correct! But how do you-"

"Rafe and Ward have both mentioned you once or twice. It's nice to meet you!"

She smiles once again, this time her cheeks blushing along. "It's nice to meet you too! What've they said may I ask?" She laughs nervously as she takes a seat on the couch opposite the large-framed man, tugging at her crop top slightly so she wasn't flashing anyone by accident.

"Oh you came to join hm?" Rafe places himself next to her, his arm effortlessly falling around her neck.

She giggles as her eyes take his, "Nope! Just wondering what you've said about me that's all." Her smile doesn't fade as he raises an eyebrow, his head turns to Ryan as he squints his eyes slightly, trying to pick up on if he's told her or not.

"I haven't said anything?"

"Mmmhm sure." The amusement not leaving her face as he looks back at her. A grin creeping onto his lips, "Excuse me? You gonna be quiet or you gonna leave? Your choice."

Her jaw drops jokingly as if he just offended her; she turns to face Ryan, the same intentional stare Rafe wore an hour previous.

"Is he behaving? He's not being rude to you is he?"

"Right! What's that supposed to mean then?"

She giggles but doesn't take her eyes off of Ryan, "Yes I'd say so." He chuckles at her enthusiasm and pure genuineness to her question, "He was just about to tell me if you-”

"Lalalalalala." Rafe quickly interrupts shoving his hands over Bella's ears as he guides her to the door. "He doesn't know what he's saying. I'm done with the interview!"

She rips his hands from her ears, her mouth agape as her eyes frown, "What were you about to tell him?" She tilts her head slightly.

"I don't know what you're on about! I think you should go before Callum beats my ass for taking up your time."

"Rafe we aren't done!"

"Yes we are!"

"Rafe?? Go finish the interview, you were looking forward to it!" She pushes him lightly in the chest, gesturing for him to go sit back down.

He rolls his eyes but obliges nonetheless. She giggles once more, poking her head round to Ryan and smiling again, "Behave!" She points a finger to Rafe before a realisation hits her face, "Oh! And thank you for the key!" She shakes the keychain towards him as if he didn't know what a key was before waving goodbye to the cameras and Ward, and leaving, skipping down to the boat.

"Well she's a sweetheart, wouldn't you say Rafe?"

Rafe's brow furrows, knowing what he's implying.

Ryan doesn't let up as he gets straight to the point, "Do you like her?"

"Yeah l'd say she has a special place in my heart like Ward! Now can I go? Thank you!" He changed the subject before unhesitatingly jumping off the couch and headed straight outside; avoiding the whole question.

Ryan and Ward both let out a heavy laugh as Ward walks into frame, "I'm telling you right now, he doesn't get nervous like that. I'll leave it at that." He grins before heading off to do his own thing, leaving Ryan with the open-ended answers of does he or doesn't he? He smiles to himself before finding Wheezie.

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EggCarton SMP Log#22 PART1

Conversation. ((this is a continuation to a previous discussion that I forgot to take screenshots of but short summary Soup and Sky realize that Vee is acting strange and decides to casually question her while they are conversing "lava" is the name soup gave to magma so that V33 doesn't act strangely Soup asks V33 to give them a tour of her house.))

V33: I'm not sure what you mean I think you probably zoned out.

Soup: Haha yea how about we just go back to sky and lava? we already saw this statue so no reason to come back.

(they walk over to where magma and sky are)

V33: Hey we were just checking out that statue over there.

Soup: Was there anything else you wanted to show us on the tour?

V33: I mean there's not much here left to see.

Vee: We could always go to the home far away

Soup: Sound's like a plan what are the coords?

Vee: How about I just take you there myself

Soup: Sound's Perfect

(While Walking to the place that leads to Vee's faraway home V33 come's back)

(Soup saves it by directing the subject to the rain that was currently falling)

(Once the rain clears vee and the others leave the cave noticing a C.A.T)

Vee: was it spying on us..?

Soup: Look's like it.. Maybe we should let it be it seems scared and looks tired.

Soup: What are doing with it lava-(magma)

Magma: Playing with it

(in regards to the far away home)

Vee: I think I can show you guys we might have to drop off that C.A.T though at the place with the other C.A.TS at withers house.

Soup: Uh yea but you can stay here while we take it back

(Soup and magma return)

Vee: I found this cute little duck while you guys were gone Im going to take it with us! :D

Soup: So where are we going?

Vee: Right, follow me

(Vee leads them to the far away home)

(They arrive at the home)

Vee: Ive been staying here for a while...

Soup: It's so nice here, but why? seems isolated

Soup: Lots of sunflowers here too..

Vee: I just needed to get away from it all

Soup: That's fair everyone needs theyre space

+silly picture

Vee: I remember doing a lot of writing in this house but not what i wrote.

Soup: you like writing? me too I keep a journal Its peaceful helps me keep track of things so I don't forget

(They go outside to talk magma stays inside playing with the duck Sky watches the conversation and upon going outside V33 come's back and kills the duck)

V33: I would like all the resources I can get.

Soup: I see..

V33: I'm sure you have something of value aswell..

Soup: uhh well depends on your definition of value What might yours be?

V33: Knowledge ofcourse.

(Soup recognizes that V33 tends to overshare so pushes them into giving information)

Soup: In that way we're alike haha love learning new things what kind of knowledge are you looking for?

V33: The knowledge *id get from* conducting studies on a new subject It would be rather useful to me.

V33: I could for hours talking about my best inventions and scientific discoveries.

Soup: Is that so.. I could listen for hours! but tell me. Under her belt what subject could interest someone like you? you seem like someone who has a lot of past subjects.

V33: You'd be surprised to know ive only kept one subject to test on and with enough data I have come to the decision the creature "BlueBell" would be best suited for my studies.

(Soup tries to change the subject but V33 persists)

Soup: the uh.. The flower, right? Isnt that a flower...

V33: say what does an "alligator" look like?

Soup: Uhm.. I'm not sure

V33: My employee gave me useful information about this "bluebell" and described her as an "alligator" sadly I have spent many years away from the world in which "alligators" did exist.

Soup: I see sounds exciting sadly I wouldn't know either as I told you before, I also came from somewhere else Do you know anything else about this creature? that way I can let you know if I spot one.

V33: well she was also described to have a "caretaker" called "Wither"

Soup: I.. Don't know what that is.. are you sure youre in the right place?

V33: Oh I'm sure of it I made sure to send my previous subject to the correct world.

Soup: Oh you put your subjects to work

Soup: Sounds efficient

V33: who wouldnt.

Soup: Well I know a few scientists who wouldnt.

V33: Clearly they arent doing theyre jobs right.

Soup: In books I mean that ive heard of..

Soup: Depends on your goals

V33: I only have one goal.

Soup: Ohh and what is that :)))

V33: well originally my plan was to find a way to bring mass "destruction" to just about ANYONE who wasnt me. Buuut that quickly changed.

Soup: ah! personally its nice to hear that changed sooo, what happened? I'm so curious! I love learning after all

V33: Well I aged. Obviously, and realized that I wasn't going to live forever and create new things to better my own world.. So I decided to *dedicate my life's remaining years to developing a cure to aging by testing on creatures who seemed tough. At least tougher than the previous subject "rats"

Soup: I see clever

V33: In order for that to actually pan out the way i'd Hoped it would I need to actually find this creature first.

[delilahcalicocat]

~Ours~

{Rating: So much Smut, Angst, Fluff}

{Warnings: Kissing, Hugging, Mentions Of Cheating, Crying, Screaming, Swearing, Polyamrous relationship, Jealousy, Kinks (Daddy kink, Tear Kink, Spit Kink) Sex Toy Use, Throat Fucking, Unprotected sex (please properly wrap it up), Going against myself here but mentions of Abvse.}

《Pairing: The Best Friends x Kelani White》

[]Summary: It was Easter weekend, Saturday of Collison. And Kelani gets up at 6:00am to a rather upsetting text message, but her early Easter present is to come.[]

[Kelani's POV:]

I'm returning to wrestling soon enough, but it's Easter weekend, I was getting ready for bed because I have to get up early tomorrow to help my Brother Jay and Sister Sophie with the Easter Ham.

I sat at the counter for a few moments, and started to fall asleep.

I was dreaming.. of what Trent and Chuck said a few weeks ago.. their words humming in my head like a bullet.

"If he ever treats you wrong, come see us. You'll be ours."

I was so Desperate for them, yet my boyfriend. Will Strong, Wouldn't even let me go grocery shopping (fucking jesus)

I decided to go in the group us wrestlers have and add Trent and Chuck to my Contacts.. in case Will goes off...

★– Next Morning –★

"WHERE ARE YOU YA FUCKING CUNT!" Will shouted, awakening me from my slumber..

I stayed silent... I couldn't speak, I couldn't fight back against this Asshole I call a boyfriend.. I don't wanna end up with a gash in my arm again...

"Hey.. how soon can you two get here?" "Pretty Soon why?" "Please Fucking hurry! My bf is going berserk and it's 7:00am.." "Oh shit. Me and Trent'll be there in a couple minutes, where ya at right now?" "Under my Goddamn Bed! I don't wanna get almost killed last time he fucking blew a fuse.." "Alright, Trent is already in the car. Stay put and silent. Be there in 5, Sweetheart"

The use of the nickname sweetheart, made my heart flutter a bit.. considering he'd never called me that before. But after I messaged Chuck. I shot my brother a text

"Jay, Soph and you are on your own.. Sorry but I'm hiding under my bed while police come to arrest Will, and I'm being picked up by a friend" "Jesus How the bloody fuck, do ya keeping agitating that asshole? Fucking break up with him"

I thought I was in the clear, until I heard some girl come over to my house. Her name was Patricia, she was William's side bitch.

Suddenly he was interrupted by Trent and Chuck. Who walked in and said a old friend asked if they could pick something up from the house, which that was me..

I was silently sobbing by the time Chuck found me, and they got me outside speedily..

"So, what's on the itinerary? Having sex until we drop?" Trent Teased.

I blushed heavily and tried to nod but my head was stilled aswell, I felt my cunt clench around nothing and I was so horny in that moment..

"I think she liked that idea Trent" Chuck Spoke loudly, snapping me out of my trance-like state

I only nodded. I couldn't speak, my pussy was fucking clenching like a vise grip. so this was my first fucking time because Will never fucked me until I passed out.

Sure it wasn't my first time, but I have a feeling my legs and pussy will sore by tomorrow morning.

I was so fucking horny at this point.

I sighed and tried to ignore the horny twins as we drove back to Chuck's place.

I scrolled through my phone deleting my photos with my Ex, I sent him one last message...

"Hey Will. We are Over, nothing either of us did. I am just tired of dating. So we're breaking up." "Do you assume I was cheating or something? Why are you breaking up with me? I wasn't FUCKING CHEATING!! COME BACK TO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW SO I CAN TEACH YOU A LESSON YOU BITCH!"

I did... the one thing I could think of, I gave my phone to Chuck..

"Who in the actual fuck are you to tell her to come home? She's not a pet. She's not a slut. She's a human, like everyone else in the world you fucking asshole. And before you claim she's moved on in life. This is her Old friend. Chuck. So seriously go fuck off somewhere else you piece of shit cheater."

I panicked after he gave me my phone back.. seeing the whole ass paper he wrote on my phone, I knew I was gonna pay for this unless Trent Had turned off the air tag on my IPhone..

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After we got to Chuck's House, I sat for a few moments. Trying to understand I broke free of my now ex-... wow it felt exhilarating..

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And this is how I now find myself, pinned down, Trent was fucking me at pace that was making me wanna cry. But between choked gasps and attempts to breathe I couldn't cry, because Chuck was literally making me almost gag around his cock.

"Such a good girl, taking us like this.." Chuck Groaned, before he came without warning.

After he pulled out of my mouth, I gasped..

Finally being able to breathe only for that breath to be cut off by me screaming as Trent then Came

"F-Fuck.." Trent Gasped

I exhaled and inhaled rapidly, a attempt to catch my breath.

I didn't want this I needed it...

My Legs were trembling, as they coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of me.. I felt like I was about to collapse at the 10th round.

This time, Trent invading my throat as Chuck fucked me at an even harder pace...

"Holy Fuck, do you think her ex will be mad? Since we've shown her an actual good sex life?" Trent Asked Chuck

As they both came with groans, I was beginning to fall asleep.

The amount of spit, I had in my mouth after Trent came made him hornier.

I was fucked out, quite literally fucked dumb.

I had called them both Daddy so.. many.. times... My tears made Chuck fuck me harder...

I had finally fell asleep after the 10th round

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I woke up the next morning, to them making breakfast and me in One of Chuck's shirts.

My phone was also pinging off the Hook

"Holy Shit! HOLY SHIT! Girly! You didn't tell us you are dating Trent and Chuck! So glad you broke up with William!"

That was my little sister Sophie who'd messaged me, turns out. After I fell asleep, Trent and Chuck posted that I'd finally broken up with Will, and I was dating them.

Will had broke his phone, and his side chick's who'd he been giving my money to. Broke up with him. He is now super jealous and I don't really regret last night.

And I'm Terrified now, they said they wanna try some new shit tonight. My legs are gonna be soooooo sore tomorrow

"Good Mornin' Baby~" Chuck Spoke

"Good Morning.." I hummed still slightly Sleepy.

"C'mom, we'll get ya ready for breakfast. And most likely another nap." Chuck Spoke grabbing me one of my shirts from my bag, I was still in the bed at this point though.

He helped me out of the bed, helped me get dressed and we went downstairs to eat.

A/N: New Cody Fic in the works, sorry this took so long. I was gonna release it on Easter, but I was busy and then I was busy with babysitting my sister on Monday and Tuesday. I have to babysit on Friday and Saturday too. So don't panic if I don't post

[stupid-boy-here]

Look who's back, after who knows how Long, and ofc here we are with a writing. Once again, English isn't my first lenguaje so the probability there are errors in the writing is high, any criticism is appreciated

Sweet like her lips

I'm not someone that can be called fond of gourmet food, sure it's good and whatnot but it just wasn't part of my liking.

Aswell that I have never understood why people were willing to pay so much for something that might not even be of their taste, something new each week must be exhausting. But I guess everyone has their own special way of living.

Yet, lately it has become a habit of my boss to give me leftovers. The first time he did it, it turned out to be weird.

I thought he hated my guts after all but I think it was just the pressure I felt during my first days.

It's a demanding job after all, being the only waiter in a place that could be called “popular” and often looked at by critics, but I managed, and somehow I ended up liking the job.

I had planned to leave after a week, I just needed money to treat my…”girlfriend” to a dinner date and win her again but all my attempts went into the trash.

Not a single call answered, I wanted to try again but, even I know a limit to my actions.

So I stopped and decided to continue working there.

It had good pay and my boss seemed more…gleeful than before, at least less grumpy, which was a surprise, considering how on the edge he has been the last few days.

He also has become more insistent on me trying his food, see how it tastes.

So i did and, well, it was somewhat bland

A little too simple in my opinion, something that's clearly not made for someone else and while, it's…good, it wasn't something I was super excited about.

And I guess Vincent noted that he became quieter for a day or two before inviting me to go to his place for a piece of steak.

He assured me it was special and made specially for me, so my curiosity began to peak.

So, I went there and it was a nice place. I have seen it before but I never had the chance to actually take a good look at it. It was a good apartment, even if the design could have been better.

When I arrived at the kitchen it was rather dirty, something surprising considering how usually neat and tidy Vince is in the kitchen, but I attempted to not look too forward to it.

When I sat down and in front of me Vince placed a plate with a rather good looking steak, and well i took a bite. The meat was so soft it almost surprised me the way I could just slide the knife in. It had a sweet smell and well, the taste was sweet and savory, it had what I would call a perfect balance.

It reminded me of her, of her sweet voice and those lips of hers, lips that always had a hint of honey in them

That's when I saw Vincent smiling at me, he explained how the whole process was made and why it made the dish so special.

It certainly was tastier than anything I have eaten from him before.

.

.

.

.

.

It shouldn't have been, i shouldn't have trusted him, i should have left when i could, i should have seen something was wrong when she didn't respond. I felt sick

My stomach became a mess and I just couldn't hold it in anymore, so I puked whatever remains of Manon were left in my stomach.

I felt the stomach acid sting my nose and my tongue.

My stomach was growling, it was empty now after all.

That's why he was smiling so much at me, that's why it was specially for me and me only.

That's why he waited until my shift was over to invite me over his home

Making me feel safe, making me feel like I should trust him.

But he wasn't smart enough, it's far too obvious… Or maybe he was smart enough and he wanted to play with me.

Mess with me and torture me, why else would he keep her bloody clothes around? Why would he not keep his kitchen clean?

Why else would he make it clear what he has done?

I feel dirty.

I am dirty.

I deserve to die.

He deserves to die.

[beamzar]

26th November 2023

Open entry: 20:52

I didnt write yesterday, so let me fill you in on that quickly. We woke up and went to the next town over in hopes to do some pottery painting. Sadly it has been overbooked, so that plan is being moved to after Christmas. We did stroll around the market and have tons of fun, sat down at a waterstones and chatted before we both went to mine. It was nice. She was very pretty that day. It is usual for her to be but that day especially. She put a bow in her hair. She was very gorgeous, very smily, very chatty. I havent really had such an effect on anyone ever like this. I might have but not one i can remember so clearly. It was a lovely day.

Today contrasts it significantly. I have been rotting in my room. Blinds down, door closed, clothes on my chair, with only the blinding light of my PC illuminating whats there. Left alone with only my thoughts and my sickened state. My eyes arent getting better. If anything they burn more, they sting being open. My health is deteriorating, i cant keep them open. I tried to work on my Psychology assignments but to no avail. I completed 3 out of 9 pages. Those will spring up to be 11 tomorrow.

Im a mess, i feel disgusting. My emotions are too much to bear. So much to bear and only a few cracks are spilling them out. Im loosing sight of myself as a person honestly, ive been focusing so much on the outside, on everyone else, to try slow time down, to try make things feel more real. To no avail, its not working well, and now i dont know who i am anymore. And when i do try to look for myself i dont see what i am. My dysphoria is back, more and more i feel disgusted with my physical self, aswell as how i speak. I hate feeling feminine. I thought i could make myself like it, i did. At the start of college i tried being more feminine, i tried embracing it, i tried reassuring myself that simple androgyny is fine and what i am, simply to discard the matter that i will never be a guy. People will never see me as a guy, not even the ones im close with. No offence but i see it to be true, i do not mind, its simple reality.

I give myself the hope that soon, hormonal treatment will fix that. But in reality, i cant even have that. Im weighed down between the bond i have with my family. They would never accept me, they can never fathom the sight of me knowing that i am what i am. That scares me. I dont want them to hate me, but im afraid of what i will do if i keep hating myself like this.

I didnt do much today. I ate, played, chatted.

I spoke to my friend of 15yrs. She had nice stories to tell, i love talking to her. Theres a reason why weve been friends for so long.

Ill be resorting to old habits and going into school early to do work right before class. I might rethink this decision, might not. Might regret it, might not. Im thinking of going home early tomorrow to finish what i started from my psychology work. Ill have to have something to show my teacher on tuesday. She wont ask but ill feel guilty if i dont. I want to stay in her class.

Thats it, goodnight.

Close entry: 21:14

[emmedoesntdomath]

having Sad Girl Time(tm) thoughts about steve and bucky rn.

for both of them they’re in the same place they grew up and know and love but now it’s so wildly diffrent. like going to an old childhood house someone else moved into. it’s the same house but it’s not quite right. everyone they knew is dead or almost gone while they’re young and healthy. almost everything from their home has been replaced or changed drastically. the only consistent they have is eachother and even that becomes wary with bucky’s altered mind. i’m by no means a cap stan and he’s not one of my favorite characters really but no wonder he was so stubborn in civil war and willing to sacrifice it all for bucky. quite literally that’s all he had. okay fine done angsting now any thoughts aswell?

HIIIIII. I’M SORRY ABOUT THE SAD GIRL TIME. ALSO ABOUT NOT ANSWERING DURING SAD GIRL TIME. I HAVE THOUGHTS FOR YOU IN RETURN <3

you’re right, they are in a weird position. well. bucky is. steve kind of ditched. 

but I kind of want to talk about that more, so I’m going to. one of the things that always annoyed me slightly about mcu steve was how he just…did not attempt to keep living. and that statement sounds harsh, but you have to consider that he was in the 21st century for- what, four years? it’s completely understandable to be lost. you are in your home, but it’s not your home, it’s someone else’s. however. four years is plenty of time to make a new home. 

again, you might be thinking I’m being too harsh. but in that time span, all steve ever did was look forward to the next mission. he was aimless, and had nothing to live for. I wouldn’t even really consider bucky something to live for, because it definitely was, but it was also in a big part just a distraction that he let go of pretty quickly once he realized it didn’t make him happy. this is consistent with comics cap. it’s just very interesting to me that in four years, he never stepped out of the nice little bubble/containment center SHIELD put him in. no personalized apartment, no therapy, one friend made without their help. 

AND THEN. WE TURN TO MR. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES. 

whomst, by the way, was brain washed for seventy years. 

in his first six months of actually being able to make decisions for himself (I don’t count civil war, or the two years afterwards. sir never asked for that.), he got himself in an apartment in a country he felt safe in, and bought fruit. then, when he gets back to the states, he goes to therapy (which, admittedly, wasn’t really his choice), follows the instructions he’s given, and attempts to form a new life. after a couple months, he’s even making friends. MAJOR steps compared to steve. 

so, yes, you are completely right about their situation. I simply think that looking at it, and considering what they did with it really shows what kind of people they are, and who they’re trying to be. love the characterization, thank you sm for the ask. if you have more, PLEASE share them. 

[lovelytayforce]

✰ Starry Invader ✰ Chapter 2 is now out!!

Title: If you don't you'll be stuck in this dream Chapter Summary: All the glitz and glam will never free you Neither will the sweet candied whispers Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54317167/chapters/137685622 ffn: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14334888/2/Starry-Invader Sneak peek below!! Chunhua shook her head. “No, Po showed it to me when we were leaving the Valley, do you know what it's called?” She ended up handing him a sturdy branch instead. “Thank you, no…” He mulled on that question for a while as two sticks drew lines in different ways yet that all led to the same place. “I never bothered to learn the name, it was…just something we did together on the way home. It’s kind of strange to think we played a game without a name for so long…” “Maybe you just wanted to?” Chunhua asked as she picked up the pace, walking a couple of steps ahead of him as the river shimmered behind her. “I’m not sure why Po wanted to play when we were leaving but it made me happy, so, isn’t that enough?” Shifu’s stick came to a stop as she moved ahead. “I suppose. Is this the conclusion you’ve come to for your inner peace training aswell?” He couldn’t help but wonder, her mind was always sharp, more than he gave her credit for. She was a constantly moving water wheel with no end in sight for the things she could piece together. Chunhua shook her head and looked back at him, Bo Cai had yet to notice them in the distance. “No, I haven’t thought of anything yet because, in the end, it's not something I desire anymore. My father said something to me this morning that made me realize that.” “And what was that?” “That I have so much to balance and yet,” She leaned forward, allowing the stick to draw a circle around herself as she brought it behind her back. “I don’t feel tired at all, if anything it makes me happier than I’ve ever been. And if that’s not peace, I’m not sure what it could feel like.” She turned abruptly to Bo Cai, the wind picking the pace up gradually as it brushed her green hanfu shirt up and down. “I’d rather help everyone else to their desired paths, for all my wishes have come true.” These were her last words on the topic before she ran ahead to meet Bo Cai who was now stretching from sitting too long on the rocks and greeted her warmly. The wind brushed past him at that moment, leaves and flower petals passing him by as he watched his two students race with sticks ahead of him. His paw grasped that stick tightly. “Hmmm, a flower bringing warmth and peace to those around them, scattering their wishes to the winds…” Shifu followed behind them with his stick in tow. “How poetic.”  ~

The reflection of peace and wishes.

[jaynahh]

Hello for your new event can i request Tartaglia + vampire costume and can you make reader a child?

Tartaglia with a Child!Reader

200 follower event

Strictly platonic.

a/n: Did you mean siblings or not?

If Childe had a vampire costume, he's bound to be playful. Well, he already is, but it gets ten–times worse.

He decides to go out early when the sun's still showing, to see everyone making preparations. Childe already has his vampire costume on. No one knows how he does well in this heat.

Along the way, he spots you sitting all alone, doing nothing. Maybe you were just waiting for someone? Tartaglia shook his head sightly. Either way, he shouldn't leave a child all by thereselves.

Childe quietly comes up behind the bench you were sitting on. "Boo!" He bends down to your ear. "Ah!" You flinched, instinctively jumping up from the bench and turning to face him.

"Well well well, don't get all scared now. I'm just here to suck your blood~" He pulled his cape to cover half of his face. Your ears perked up at the sound of his vampire accent. "Woah, a real vampire..."

Childe swerved around the bench to sit on it, indirectly offering you to sit aswell. You did, with much excitement. "Can I see your fangs??" You pronounced a couple words wrong, due to you speaking so fast.

"Now, why would I want to show you?" Tartaglia teased, resting an arm on the armrest. "P-please? I never met a vampire before! I... I think they can turn into bats!" You guessed.

He couldn't keep up the act anymore, genuinely smiling at you and showing off his fake fangs at the same time. Once Childe knew you were completely comfortable with him, he started asking questions.

"I have to ask, are you here because you're waiting for someone?" You shook your head no. "Earlier, a girl came up to me and asked why I was lonely. I don't know." Suddenly, Tartaglia gets a thought about his family, how he wasn't able to visit Snezhnaya during this holiday.

Of course he gets sad at the thought, yet he wasn't going to let his guard down further. "Aw. Well, I'm sooo lonely, too. You wouldn't leave such a lonely vampire all by himself, right?" Actually, it was the other way around. He would be the one never leaving your side tonight. Tartaglia pouted at you, secretly planning how to make your Halloween better–if not the best.

—

After the fun yet chaotic night trick–or–treating with Childe, you both came to a stop.

Childe faced you, examining both of your bags filled with candy. Before anything else, he has to ask this question. "Do you have a place to go back to?" He tilted his head to look innocent. After you nodded yes, a smirk returned to his face.

"You better enjoy all those candies. I prefer your blood sweet," One last impression to end Halloween. You stared up at him, nervously shifting your feet. "But I don't want to go home and leave you! I already miss you! And plus you'll be a lonely vampire again," It was your turn to pout.

Tartaglia's laugh was genuine as he pet your head, fangs showing. "You know I can't stay long, the sun is about to rise which would make me disappear forever." You gasped.

"Oh, one last thing." You watched as he reached into his bag, only to pull out one tiny piece of candy. "My name," he placed the candy in your bag, "is Ajax."

—

When Tartaglia reached his room, he tossed the bag of candy to the side while carelessly throwing off the fabric of his costume one by one.

He sighed, reaching his desk as he pulled something fragile out of his pocket. It was a picture he took with his Kamera, a picture of him playfully running away with your trick–or–treating bag while you were in the background, a bit blurred and seeming to chase him.

He smiled fondly at it, a nice thing to look at and remember when you two meet. The picture sits in a wooden picture frame on his desk.