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dreamwavesexploringreality · 4 months ago

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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE:

(NIGHT IN THE LIBRARY PT3)

Niragi x reader

TW: Violence, Alcohol Consumption, Harassment.

Niragi had not slept well a single night since the encounter with Y/N. All those memories he had kept buried deep in his mind, hidden behind the persona he had created to survive in Borderlands, had surfaced tumultuously.

He no longer knew who he was. Was he truly the violent, threatening man, rifle in hand, whom everyone feared? Or perhaps he was just Niragi Suguru, her Niragi, as she used to say—the man who stayed up late at the library trying to escape his ghosts.

Y/N's arrival in Borderlands had turned his world upside down. Once again. And now he could do nothing but drink late into the night to forget, to forget that she was there, somewhere in that dangerous world, playing deadly games, facing rivals, facing people like him... Or maybe she was already dead. He could never rule out that possibility in Borderlands... and so he drank more. He drank more to forget.

Pool parties until the early hours of the morning, encounters with women his drunk mind mistook for her, shouts and screams from the people he threatened and beat violently simply for being in his way... only amidst that chaos did Niragi seem able to silence the voices in his head, to blur her image in his mind and quiet the fears that gripped his body, sending shivers down his spine. He had lost her.

It was due to all those extracurricular activities that Niragi did not learn of her arrival at The Beach until the following day.

Y/N had been kidnapped, from her perspective, by a group of people who seemed to have been impressed by her in the last game. A diamond four, nothing too fascinating in her view, but those men did not seem willing to let her go once the game was over. They put her in a car, blindfolded and tied her hands “to avoid complications,” they said, and drove what seemed like an eternity to her until they reached an old hotel that stood imposing in the middle of nowhere.

“There’s electricity,” was the first thing she noticed, and the idea of staying in such a place became a bit more appealing. When she also saw the pool in operation, indicating the presence of running water, and the image of a warm shower formed in her mind, she decided that the place couldn’t be that bad.

“Welcome! Welcome to The Beach!” A curious-looking man, who would later refer to himself as The Hatter, greeted her in a room illuminated by the first rays of the morning sun. “I’ve heard about you and couldn’t wait to have you in our ranks!”

Y/N remained silent, assessing the situation. The room was not too crowded—four people beside the Hatter, two by the door, and two others behind her.

“In this utopia we call The Beach, you can enjoy the comforts of a luxurious life... as long as you contribute,” continued The Hatter.

“Contribute how?” Y/N thought, of course, there had to be a catch.

“I don’t ask too much, Y/N, just follow a few basic rules and play all the games assigned to you, returning here with a card for me,” the man said simply, while watching the girl, studying her reaction.

The woman was surprised that this man, whom she had never seen before, knew her name, but she did not show it. She immediately understood that this place was based on a hierarchy where the Hatter was at the top, and that was exactly what he intended to demonstrate with his cheap trick of calling her by name.

“Alright, I agree to stay,” Y/N nodded. The advantages that the place seemed to offer were too tempting to refuse.

“Oh, darling... you don’t have a choice,” The Hatter laughed.

An hour later, the girl had her own room, a swimsuit too sensual in her opinion, and a bracelet with the number 12 around her wrist.

Y/N walked around the room, scrutinizing each corner with suspicion. The first thing she noticed was the impossibility of locking the door. “Security measures,” the white-haired man with the hoodie who had accompanied her to her door had simply said. The next thing that caught her attention was the huge bed occupying more than half of the room, and from that moment on, her body started to act on autopilot, lying down in the plush sheets and surrendering to sleep. That morning, with the sun lighting up the room and the fresh memory of a bloody game just hours before, Y/N slept like she hadn’t in a long time. Perhaps it was the lack of rest in recent days, the nights of solitude and uncertainty, the vivid memory of Niragi in her mind... but that dawn, tangled in those fluffy and cozy sheets, the girl found a peace and serenity she never thought she would experience again.

Time passed unnoticed by Y/N until some screams beyond her window jolted her from her deep sleep. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was as a frustrated sigh escaped her lips, longing for a few more minutes of sleep.

More shouts filtered through the window with the curtains drawn, and Y/N got up heavily from her comfortable paradise, approaching the window and searching for the source of the disturbance. Beyond the glass, a pool party seemed to be taking place, people yelling with joy, enjoying the water and the afternoon sun. There were barely a few hours of daylight left before the moon rose in the sky and night overcame day. “I’ve slept a lot,” the girl told herself. She spent a little more time observing the crowd before deciding to go down. She had never been much of a party person, not even in college. While her peers enjoyed a “wild night,” she preferred the quiet of the library in the company of Niragi... and there it was again, that thought. She quickly discarded it from her mind; she had promised herself never to think of him again. Never again.

Before she knew it, she had blended into the crowd, blending in among drunks and intoxicated people, making her way to the bar. If she was going to stay in this place, she had to adapt to it, as if it was just another of the many games tormenting her in Borderlands. She ordered a drink she recognized as alcoholic and headed to an available lounger near the pool.

“Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

Y/N turned towards the voice. A tall woman with braided hair looked at her with curiosity from the lounger beside her, chewing on what seemed like plastic.

“I’m Kuina,” she introduced herself.

“Y/N, nice to meet you, and yes, I arrived today.” Although making friends wasn’t on her list, Y/N couldn’t help but be drawn to the woman’s aura and, upon reflection, it wouldn’t be bad to have an acquaintance in a place like this.

“Well, if you’re new, you must still be in shock… Have you tried the showers yet? They have running water!” Kuina said excitedly.

Y/N smiled. Yes… there was something about that woman that gave her an instinctive trust, a good feeling accompanied by a warmth in her chest as she smiled for the first time in a long time.

The girl was about to respond to Kuina when a sudden silence fell over the pool. The atmosphere became tense, and, without apparent reason, what had been a party was buried under a bitter unease that made her hair stand on end.

“The Militants,” Kuina whispered.

Y/N turned to try to figure out what Kuina was referring to. She saw a group of armed men advancing as if they owned the place, with arrogant and haughty expressions, following a serious-looking man who seemed to be their leader.

“If you want to live peacefully here, don’t mess with them...” Kuina whispered again, still watching the group as they pushed aside those who seemed to bother them with their mere presence.

Y/N watched nervously as the men drew closer to her position. She had faced games, the life beyond the placid comfort of The Beach, but for some reason, the presence of that group sent shivers down her spine. She observed the leader moving forward with a steady gaze. “He looks like a military man,” she thought as she studied his firm and calculated movements, and almost jumped in fright when the man stopped right in front of her, still looking ahead. He turned his head towards her, his body rigid, and she felt his penetrating gaze examine her from head to toe. Y/N made a move to shield herself from his gaze as the man turned to his subordinates, nodding in her direction.

“Bring her to me,” his voice echoed in the silence.

The girl’s heart skipped a beat as she realized the situation she was in, and she quickly felt a hand on her thigh gripping her tightly, as if fearing she might fly away. Kuina had taken on an almost defensive position, holding her in place.

But the leader didn’t even notice; he was watching one of his men intently.

“Didn’t you hear me, Niragi? Bring her to me,” he spat through clenched teeth.

For a brief moment, Y/N thought her mind was tricking her by making her hear that name she had been trying to forget for days, and the next moment, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole as she made eye contact with the man holding the rifle, in a patterned shirt, and facial piercings who had been frozen in place.

Niragi’s world had crumbled once again upon seeing the woman that Aguni seemed to have his eye on. Normally, he had no trouble obeying his leader’s orders with sarcasm and arrogance, but this time, although he wanted to, his feet felt like lead and his legs refused to move. Additionally, his mind was reluctant to comprehend his boss’s words that seemed to be relegated to the background while he stared at the girl in astonishment, not even able to understand how he felt at that moment: Happy? Confused?... no. He was scared, of that he was sure.

“Niragi!” Aguni’s roar seemed to snap him out of his daze, making him aware of his situation as he was observed with curiosity by everyone at the pool. His image was in danger if he didn’t act at that very moment.

He took a step towards Y/N, horrified as the girl trembled at his approach. He didn’t even know what he would do when he was in front of her, he was supposed to grab her and hand her over to his leader, but all he wanted was to hold her in his arms and beg for her forgiveness.

“What’s going on here?” A new voice echoed through the silence and tension of the moment. The Hatter had arrived. Niragi let out a sigh of relief, halting his advance and standing still, watching Y/N, who had slid back on the lounger as if trying to keep the maximum distance between them. He could also see the woman he recognized as Chishiya’s companion holding Y/N’s thigh tightly as if trying to prevent her from being taken.

“Hatter,” Aguni greeted, clearly annoyed.

“You can’t just take people away like that,” The Hatter said as he approached the scene with a hint of mockery in his voice, raising both arms nonchalantly. “I’m in charge here,” he spoke closer to Aguni, with a touch of tension in his voice.

Aguni clenched his jaw, staring at the other man before turning away.

“Let’s go,” he shouted to his men, who quickly started walking behind their leader.

Niragi seemed to hesitate in his movement, his mind maliciously assuring him that he would never see her again if he left at that moment. With his eyes locked on hers intensely, he tried to convey a message of reassurance: “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you,” but Y/N only saw in his gaze the monster she had seen days earlier in that alley, the monster she was desperately trying to erase from her mind.

The paradise... it was too good to be true.

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mypearlsareclutched · 4 months ago

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Look at You, Looking at Me

High By The Beach | Prologue

Modern!Aemond x Original Female Character

Otto Hightower hatches a plan to fix his second grandson's reputation by dating the it-girl of Westeros. Aemond is not up for it, but maybe Otto is on to something.

This is a prologue to the story, giving a bit of context to Aemond and Mila's relationship.

Song inspiration | High By The Beach, Lana Del Rey

CW//TW: Sexual Content (MDNI, 18+), drug use, alcohol consumption, Targaryen daddy issues, smoking, fuckin in a bathroom, brief allusions to grooming, Westeros except it's England, football European style. Referring to a cigarette as a 'fag', because British. Oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, tit sucking. Writing this from horny jail.

Word count | 4.8k

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The heavy bass shakes the floor beneath Mila’s feet. Her blocky platforms vibrate, though the movement of her own dancing distracts her hazy mind. Music seeps into her veins, the Molly she had taken earlier making her entire body feel like a gentle tidal wave, her arms light above her as she dances. Her eyes are closed, letting the evening wash over her, oblivious to the world around her-

“Mila! Mila, come on, we gotta go!”

She opens her eyes, blinking in the low, fluorescent lights to see the panicked face of Baela Targaryen.

“Baela! Dance with me, sexy.” Mila giggles rolling her shoulders and hips to her own rhythm.

“No, Mila. Sweetie, come on! Jace texted me, there are press outside, we need to go! Now!” Without another word, Baela grabs Mila’s arm, pulling her gently through the gyrating crowd on the dance floor. The world around her is a blur of colours, the gleaming moonlight shine of Baela's hair brightening when the pair escape out into the night.

Immediately, people yell out, and cameras flash around them. Baela covers her own face, wrapping a protective arm around Mila. Rhaena, Baela's twin, appears on Mila's other side, tugging her towards their parked limo.

Inside is much quieter, and Mila slumps against a chair, smiling at Jacaerys Velaryon, who sits at her side.

"You look rough." Jace chuckles, flicking her nose.

"For fucks sake!" Baela yells as she slams the car door, running a hand over her mussed curls.

Jace hands Mila a blunt, and she takes it eagerly, blinking at the camera flashes outside the car.

“Oh, seven hells, we’re fucked!” Rhaena groans, “Dad’s going to kill us.”

“Forget him, Rhaenys’ is going to kill us twice.” Baela sighs, rubbing her eyes, "I thought this place was supposed to be underground, how did they find us?"

"Must have followed us from Storm's End." Jace shrugs, taking a hit from the joint before passing it to Rhaena, "I think Larys Strong sent out a memo."

"Fucking reptile." Baela spits.

The rest of the conversation goes over Mila's head, as she stares out the window at the stars in the sky.

Aemond taps his fingers on the glass table, staring at his grandfather with a sneer. Otto casts a scrutinizing look over the newspaper in front of him, humming occasionally as he reads the front page. A silence had descended upon the dining room after Otto's opening statement to his grandson, plunging the one-eyed man into a deep and contemplative silence.

“Morning, dear.” Alicent greets her son absentmindedly as she hurries through the kitchen, “Did you sleep well?”

“Fine.” Aemond grumbles, poking his tongue into his cheek. Otto sighs as he finally looks up, rubbing over his forehead as he regards his grandson.

“Well?” Otto sighs.

“Well?” Aemond counters, narrowing his eyes at the older man.

“Well.” With a swift move, the newspaper slides in front of Aemond, who looks down at irt disdainfully.

The front page displays a slightly blurred photo, depicting a group of women being ambushed by paparazzi. Aemond recognises his cousins, Baela and Rhaena. But the girl in between them he does not recognise. The headline reads ‘Dragon Sisters join the She-Wolf in a night of partying and drugs in the Silk Streets!”

“The She-Wolf?” Aemond chuckles mirthlessly, gazing over the rest of the article without any interest.

“Emiliana Stark, known to most simply as Mila. She is Cregan Stark’s younger sister.”

“The footballer?” Aemond had heard of him. He was a pretty big deal, having been scouted for his centre-back skills a few years back, and quickly becoming one of the most high paid footballers in the North, soon to be all of Westeros. Mila, however, had a completely different reputation.

“The party-girl?" Aemond sneers.

"Aemond, be nice." Alicent scolds, barely looking up as she rushes around, grabbing her coffee before walking out.

Aemond rolls his eyes before looking back to his grandfather, "The girl who spends most of her days drunk and high with other famous people, people with real talent?”

“Yes, that one.” Otto says with a roll of his eyes.

“You want me to pursue her? Have you gone mad?”

“Pursue who?” Halaena asks as she enters the kitchen, her hair a wild mess as she has just stumbled out of bed, the faint smell of weed following her.

“Mila Stark.”

“Aemond’s pursuing Mila?” Halaena asks, blinking in confusion.

“You know her?” Otto raises his eyebrows.

“She’s close with Baela and Rhaena, I’ve met her at a couple of their gigs.” Halaena shrugs, “She’s nice. She held my hair back when I had too much to drink, and sat outside with me when I got overwhelmed by the music.”

“Was she high when this was happening?” Aemond grumbles.

“Aemond.” Says Otto warningly.

“She might have been, but she was still lovely.” Halaena smiles, taking an apple and biting into it, “Why should Aemond pursue her?”

“Because he needs someone new on his arm.” Otto says simply. Aemond bristles, and Halaena’s eyes widen slightly.

Aemond’s relationship with Alys Rivers was a difficult one. She was a therapist, a highly paid one. And she was Aemond’s therapist since he was sixteen. A few months back, they were spotted together, and it made headlines. Both their reputations took a hit. She was twenty years his senior, in a position of power over him. The arrangement ended not long after that, under Otto’s instruction. Aemond knew it was not healthy, but he couldn’t help falling in love with her. And it was too fresh to want to start a new relationship.

“Otto-”

“Aemond, I know.” Otto sighs, “It is not ideal. However, your… relations, with that woman, has hurt your reputation, and the reputation of the company.”

“How is me dating a druggie party girl going to help it?”

“It’s not like she’s shooting heroin in the Big Brother confessional booth, Aemond. She goes out, has a good time, and only occasionally is photographed by press looking worse for wear.”

“Like Lindsay Lohan.” Halaena smiles.

“But without the arrests.” Otto says firmly, “Despite what the press tries to paint her as, the public love her. She has made the right connections in the entertainment industry, she has modelled and appeared in music videos with well known artists, she is known as a kind hearted girl who loves her family. Mila Stark is well known, well respected, and simply… needs guidance.”

“Please.” Aemond scoffs.

“You and her could form a powerful couple.” Otto says, sitting down beside Aemond, “Two young individuals with difficult pasts, coming together to form new reputations for both of you.”

"Gods." The young man sighs, rising from his chair.

"If you ever want to inherit your father's company then you will rebuild your reputation, Aemond." Says Otto finally, before he rises as well, and leaves the room in a blur of green and grey.

Halaena looks to her brother, his rigid posture and stormy eye as he glares down at the paper in front of him.

"She's not so bad, Aem." She says softly, "Give her a chance, maybe you'll like her."

"She's a useless party animal who loves booze and getting high, taking no responsibility and refusing to abandon her wild youth. Remind you of anyone?" Aemond snaps.

Halaena presses her lips together, shaking her head before going to leave. With a final look to her brother, she says, "Aegon's trying. I'm sure Mila is too."

Aemond watches her leave, before looking back down at the newspaper.

“Why are we even going to this?” Mila sighs, adjusting her lip-gloss as she glares at her brother. Cregan rolls his eyes, flicking her nose playfully.

“We were invited by the Targaryen’s themselves to attend this gala. What were we going to say, no?” Cregan scoffs, rolling his neck. He himself did not feel comfortable dressing up in a suit and readying to spend the evening with a bunch of rich people, but he knew it was good for making connections.

The pair stand beside Cregan's chevy corvette, staring up at the grand hall which was hosting the Targaryen's gala. It was an illustrious event, the family ran investment bank was booming despite the CEO's declining health.

“It’s so… uppity.” Mila chuckles, looking at the stone building surrounded by classy people milling about.

“That’s Kingslanding for you.”

“Why did they even invite us?”

“We’re going up in the world, Emmie.” Cregan smiles, bumping his sisters shoulder, “We’re influential figures. I’m Christiano Ronaldo and you’re Paris Hilton, without the sex-tape.”

“First of all, don’t call me that, Creggie.” Mila rolls her eyes,. “And second, give it time. I know Larys Strong has been sniffing around Jason Lannister trying to get some nasty stuff on me.”

“Gross. You didn’t shag Jason Lannister did you?”

“No… but his cousin Cerelle has a few stories to tell.”

“Whore.”

The two laugh as they approach the large glass doors, eyes widening as staff open it and immediately swarm them to take their coats and offering them champagne.

“Velaryon is over there.” Cregan states, pointing out Jace in the crowd, standing proud beside his mother Rhaenyra. Jace is one of Cregan's teammates, and also Viserys Targaryen's grandson, “I’m going to go say hi.”

“Give him a big old kiss from me.” Mila winks.

“Freak.” Cregan laughs, ruffling her hair before wandering off to greet Jace.

“On the lips!” Mila calls after him, giggling as he glares at her before he disappears into the crowd. Nerves suddenly hit her, and she looks around for anyone she knows.

Most of the Targaryens were in attendance. Viserys Targaryen stands rigid with his wife, looking sickly. Cancer sucks. Alicent Targaryen looks radiant on his arm, much younger and glowing. While Mila watches her, she notices Alicent's eyes keep flickering to another man nearby. Tall, dressed in a suit, Dornish. He is a member of security, and his eyes are on Alicent as well. Juicy, Mila thinks, smiling to herself.

Viserys is talking to his brother, Daemon, Baela and Rhaena’s father. They’re not close, and the Dragon Sister’s avoided coming here in favour of spending time with their grandparents. Ever since Rhaenys, their grandmother, had taken over management of their band, they had been happier, avoiding the money hungry clutches of their family.

And quite a big fucking family, Mila realises, as she spots more blonde heads dotted around. Another silver-haired man stands with the CEO. Young, mid teens, eager eyes which display none of Alicent's sadness and Daemon's ruthlessness. One of Viserys’ and Alicents many offspring, possibly.

“Hi!” A chipper voice calls. Mila turns, as a smiling blonde woman approaches her.

“Halaena!” Mila greets, eagerly accepting her hug.

“You remembered me!” Halaena beams, the arms of her purple dress smothering the pair as she holds onto her.

“How could I forget?” Mila smiles, holding her at arm's length to inspect her, "You look so beautiful."

Halaena gives her a toothy grin as she spins, her dress floating around her. It is decorated with embroidered dragonflies, and sparkles under the light.

"I'm glad you are here, I don't know anyone." The Targaryen confesses, her face dropping slightly as she looks around the large hall.

"Oh, sweetie, do you want to go outside?" Mila remembers once holding Halaena's hand as they escaped the loud music of a club, the blonde being overwhelmed by the noise and the crowd.

"I'm okay..." Halaena gives her a weak smile, "Why are you here, She-Wolf?"

"Otto Hightower invited Cregan." Mila shrugs, "Apparently the invite said to bring a plus one, with a little note implying he should bring his sister."

The Targaryen looked contemplative, humming slightly as her eyes drift to her family, "Yes. That makes sense."

"Hm?" Mila asks, tapping her crimson-painted nails against her glass of champagne, not paying much mind to the blonde's expression.

The two speak for a while, catching up and sharing stories. Halaena eagerly tells Mila all about her collection of creepy crawlies and various pets, especially her pet snake, Dreamfyre. Apparently she wanted to bring the albino reptile to the gala, but Alicent stopped her. Mila expresses how she would love to meet Dreamfyre, and Halaena's face glows like a star, glee evident in her doe eyes.

"Dreamfyre will love you." Halaena sighs happily, "I'll be so glad when we're family."

"What-?"

"Halaena!" Alicent calls, beckoning her daughter over to speak with Jeyne Arryn. Halaena pouts, before giving Mila a soft smile, poking her cheek and drifting off like a purple and silver cloud. Mila watches her walk away, blinking.

"I see you've met my aunt." Jace says as he sidles up to her, finishing his champagne with a final gulp as he looks around the room.

"She's an enigma." Mila smiles, fondness for Halaena and Jace in her eyes, "Having fun, Velaryon?"

"Bucket loads." He sighs, shaking his head to get a brown curl out of his eyes, "You?"

"I've just been standing here in my corner, talking with the best Targaryen."

"Good game plan."

"Where's Cregan gone?"

"Vanished into thin air." Jace rolls his eyes, "Mum was showing both of us off to everyone, I turned around for two seconds and, poof, gone."

"I'll come and catch up with her soon." Rhaenyra had been something of a surrogate mother to the two Stark children. Ever since their parents had passed away in a car collision eight years ago, Rhaenyra and her husband Laenor had opened their arms to them. But it was not easy for Cregan and Mila, having lost their parents at seventeen and fifteen, both had ways of coping. Mila's had not been so healthy... Guilt lingered in her mind for the things she had done in her late teens, causing everyone around her grief. But alas, the Velaryons never held it against her.

"Why's Otto Hightower looking at you?" Jace asks, furrowing his brow. Mila follows his line of sight, raising an eyebrow when she makes eye contact with the man himself. Steely eyes hold hers, and he says something to the man standing next to him. Whoever it is, is Targaryen blonde, but the rest of him is hidden by the crowd.

"I don't know." Mila shrugs, "Perhaps he's going to ask me to do a line in the bathroom."

"How dare he steal my idea." The brown haired man wiggles his eyebrows, and Mina tuts.

"I thought the Direwolves have a big game this week?" Mina tilts her head, feigning disappointment, "If I get the star midfielder high, everyone will think I'm some kind of delinquent."

"Pretty please." Jace pouts, "How about we just smoke a spliff?"

"Tempting, but I'm not getting high with you again when your mother is around. Remember when you fell from the window last Summer?"

"I was fine!" He defends.

"No way in the seven hells am I facing the wrath of the dragon again, Velaryon."

"Goody two-shoes." Jace rolls his eyes, elbowing her. They remain silent for a second, the chatter and gentle violin music sounding like white noise, "Gods, this is so boring, I would rather be watching paint dry."

"Go and mingle, you child."

"Is that what you're doing?" Jace raises an eyebrow, "Mingling?"

"I'm mingling with the voices in my head."

"Okay, Professor X, why don't you try mingling with Otto Hightower." Jace nods to where Otto begins walking towards them, storming in long confident strides, "That is a man on a mission."

"Maybe he's trying to hit?" Mila chuckles, though she starts to feel nervous, "Or call me a slur?"

"Want me to distract him?" He says with a cheeky grin, a plan forming in his eyes. Any excuse to liven this party up.

"Please. As distracting as possible."

"You owe me a spliff and a blow job." The Velaryon goads with a wink as he runs his hands through his hair and puts his champagne flute down.

"You're fucking gross." Mila laughs, readying to run away from Otto Hightower and Jace's distraction skills.

"Love you too." Jace smirks.

As stoically as possible, Jace walks over to a clearing in the room, before gasping dramatically and falling down, clutching his calf like he was shot by a sniper.

"Gods! I'm down, I'm down! Oh, the horror! A young, devilishly handsome man struck down in his prime!" He bellows.

The dramatic howling catches the attention of many, the crowd moving like a tidal wave over to aid the fallen man. Otto gets entangled in the mess, and Mila slips away with a badly hidden smile.

Gods, which one of the hells am I in? Mila sighs, stepping out into the cool night air.

The gardens are huge, but the patio is filled with well-dressed individuals. Walking away from them, Mila wanders further into the dark, entering a darkened hedge maze.

Surrounded by shadows and leaves, she can finally release a breath as the sound grows further and further away. Pulling out her pack of cigarettes, she picks one out and puts it between her lips, searching in her purse for her lighter.

"Bollocks." Mila sighs, throwing her head back in frustration, "Why, gods, why?"

"Need a light?" A voice asks, and Mila turns her head.

He stands across from her in the maze, shadowed in darkness. The cherry of a cigarette shines like a tiny sun pinched between his fingers, and when he brings it up to take a drag, his face is illuminated.

He’s beautiful. Sharp, angular features. Full lips, a jaw that could cut glass. His eyes is covered in a leather patch. Aemond Targaryen. Second son of Viserys. Private, intelligent, infamously handsome but wildly unapproachable.

"If you wouldn't mind." Mila smiles.

With a flick of his wrist, a metal lighter flies through the air. Mila catches it with both of hers, flicking it open and lighting her cigarette.

"Appreciated." She thanks, sighing out smoke as the nicotine floods her mind.

They remain in silence for a moment, the wind whistling around them. Mila looks up at the sky, feeling her skin tingle as the strange Targaryen watches her.

“And who are you?” Mila asks, though she knows who he is.

“Aemond.” He answers, “Targaryen.”

“I guessed that.” She smirks, holding up the lighter. She tosses it back, and he catches it. With a step, he comes out of the shadows.

There's something intense about him, his face statuesque in both beauty and stillness. His one eye looks her up and down, his hand twitching at his side before he lifts it to take another drag. He seems almost nervous, but keeping his thoughts to himself as he regards her.

"Like what you see?" Mila asks, raising an eyebrow as she puts out her fag. Aemond blinks at her, remaining silent as he flicks ash off his own cigarette. But his body language is taunt, his jaw flexing as he looks over her figure hugging dress.

She saunters over to him, pinching the cigarette and bringing it to her own lips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He watches her, his one eyes flitting between her lips and her eyes, his adam's apple bobbing.

"You're dangerous." Aemond murmurs, the words escaping before he can stop them.

"Oh, you have no idea." Mila says, licking her lower lip as she offers the cigarette back. “Sorry, got lipgloss on your fag. It’s strawberry flavoured.”

Aemond looks down at her hand, before leaning down and taking the cigarette between his lips, smoking it from her hand. Mila's heart races as he remains staring at her, his larger hand coming up to ghost over hers.

The air is alight with tension, sharing each other's space as they smoke from the same cigarette, Aemond allowing Mila to hold it as she presses it to his mouth, the act sensual and sending sparks through them. Before the cigarette ends, Aemond brushes his lips over her fingers, and she shudders.

With the cigarette crushed beneath her heels, Mila looks up at Aemond, holding his intense eye contact.

"Thanks for the light, handsome."

With that, she walks away, hips swaying. She knows he’s watching. And it feels exhilarating. Aemond stares at her, his blood pumping as he takes a shuddering breath.

Returning Mila returns to the gala, all excitement leaves her body when she looks around at the bland and pompous party.

Jace has risen from his injured stance, listening abtly as an attratcive woman talks to him, brushing his curls from his face as she looks up at him worredly. As Mila walks by, he throws her a wink, and she pokes her tongue out.

"There she is!" Rhaenyra calls out, opening her arms to pull Mila into a firm hug. Mila holds her close, her body releasing all tension at the familiar feeling. Rhaenyra's expensive perfume fills her senses, the soft fabric of her dress brushing against her bare arms.

"You look lovely, Nyra." Mila smiles, and Rhaenyra takes her hands, beaming.

"What about you?" Rhaenyra squeezes her hands, "What a beautiful woman you've grown into, sweet girl."

"Don't say that, her ego will get even bigger!" Jace's younger brother, Luke, says. Mila ruffles his curls, hugging him too.

"Saw you in the news." Rhaenyra says, raising an eyebrow, "Been having fun, dearest?"

"Taking a page out of your back, Realm's Delight." Mila teases, earning a playful swat.

"Watch your tongue, missy." The three laugh.

"Laenor not here?" Mila asks, looking around for the man.

"Joffrey is having a sleepover at his friends, Laenor decided to stay back and be on call if something goes wrong." Rhaenyra eyes her younger son, who is distracted by a platter of food, "He and Qarl are having a guys night."

"Ah." Mila smiles. She was well aware of Laenor and Qarl's relationship. Rhaenyra and Laenor got married when Rhaenyra got pregnant at seventeen. The two were best friends, and only did it to make sure there was no backlash on the Targaryen heir. Laenor and Qarl had been together for years, and Rhaenyra had her fair share of partners through the year. Currently she was seeing her yoga instructor, Mysaria. Mila didn't care, all of them were happy, or unaware.

"How are you, darling?" Rhaenyra asks, taking Mila's hand, "Really?"

"I'm fine." Mila smiles, "Nothing... bad, has happened."

"Good." Rhaenyra smiles, relief on her face, "Remember you can talk to me if anything happens."

"I will. I promise." It's been three years since Mila had touched a needle. It had almost ruined her life. She was alright, at the moment, and had no need for that escape.

Leaving Rhaenyra and Luke to go and search for Cregan, Mina walked out into an adjacent hallway, her heels clicking against the marble flooring. Hushed, angry voices echoed from down the corridor, and Mina followed them cautiously, curiosity getting the best of her.

Around a corner, she watches as Otto Hightower and Aemond Targaryen heatedly talk, vicious words slicing through the air. Otto says something firmly and finally, turning on his heel and storming away. Aemond watches him leave, his face tight in a scowl and his eyes conflicted.

An idea strikes the Stark, biting her lip as she runs a hand through her hair.

Making her way over to Aemond, he gives her a questioning look as she approaches, clearly not expecting her. When she comes to stand in front of him, she offers her hand with a raised eyebrow.

"Come with me." She whispers.

After a moment's hesitation, he takes it. She leads him away, pushing into the bathroom adjacent to the hallway. Closing the door behind them and locking it, she presses her lips to his.

Aemond freezes in confusion, before kissing her back. It's fast, rough. Teeth scraping and tongues meeting, Mila twists her hands into Aemond's hair, tugging it slightly at the root. The Targaryen groans low in his throat, pushing her backwards to press her against the sink.

Mila pulls back, and Aemond's lips chase hers. She laughs breathlessly, as he stares down at her with a lust filled eye. Leaning forwards to nip his lower lip, she descends down him, hands swiftly undoing his belt and pulling out his half-hard cock.

She takes him in her mouth, wrapping her lips around him before pushing her head down, taking him as far as he will go. Aemond gasps from above her, his large hand wrapping itself around her hair to ground himself. Mila bobs her head, her tongue flicking over his sensitive tip, causing Aemond to groan, throwing his head back.

"Fuck..." He breathes, closing his one eye as his body thrums.

Mila moans around him, sucking him hard as he throbs inside her, his precum leaving a salty taste in her mouth. He tugs on her hair, pulling her off of him and upwards, kissing her harshly.

Pushing her back against the sink, Aemond's fingers lift up her skirt, thin digits pulling Mila's panties to the side. He plunges two fingers into her, scissoring her wet cunt open. She rewards him with a choked mewl, spreading her legs for him.

Worked up and throbbing, the Targaryen wastes no time in shucking her skirt up around her waist, stepping in between her legs and hooking her knees around his hips.

"Condom?" Aemond asks, the thought suddenly hitting him.

"I've got an IUD." Mila says breathlessly, "And I'm clean. You?"

"Spotless." Aemond growls, before pushing her backwards against the sink and slamming inside of her.

Mila gasps, eyes rolling back as Aemond bottoms out, his svelte hips pressing against her thighs. He's huge and thick, splitting her open on his cock. Aemond groans, head hanging as his eyes clenches shut, body shuddering at the euphoric feeling of her surrounding him so tight.

"Move, please..." Mila pleads, and Aemond immediately retreats, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into her harshly, repeating the action in hurried movements. The pace is breakneck, Mila has to grip onto the edges of the sink as she is thoroughly fucked by the Targaryen man in front of her.

Aemond is a mess of groans and gasps, sweat shining on his forehead as he pummels into the She-Wolf. The breathless moans she releases motivates him further, his mouth hanging open and his eye rolling back as she clenches on him. It's never felt like this before...

Gripping onto the front of her dress, Aemond pushes it down, revealing her lace bra. Mila unclips it from the front, giving Aemond the access he badly needs. Leaning over her, he captures her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it as he fucks her with abandon. Releasing incoherent babbles, she grips onto his hair, holding him in place as she moves her hips to his rhythm.

Neither of them last long, the pleasure of their brutal coupling and the thrill of fucking a stranger in the bathroom sending them both careening towards the egde.

"I'm so... c-close." Aemond grits out, his nails digging into Mila's soft thighs as his balls tighten.

"Fuck, I'm right there with you baby." Mila moans, pulling his hair tighter as her peak creeps up her.

Releasing a long breathless curse, her orgasm crashes over her, her body seizing and her cunt gripping on Aemond harshly. Aemond splutters, thrusting harshly thrice before he releases, his hips flexing and his one eye screwing shut. Devoid of strength, he slumps against her, his sweaty forehead pressed against her bare chest.

The bathroom is filled with pants as the two regain their breath, Mila wordlessly carding her hands through the moonlight coloured tresses of Aemond Targaryen, and he sighed against her, content.

Blinking around the room, she catches sight of her fucked out face in the mirror, her makeup streaming down her face.

"Fuck. I gotta fix my eyeliner." Mila laughs, and she was sure she could hear Aemond breathlessly chuckle against her.

Mila left the bathroom first, fixing her hair subtly as she looked around. The corridor was empty, the sounds of the gala were muffled against the thick walls. Checking her phone, the time was eleven. Cregan was probably looking for her to make some excuse for them to leave.

The bathroom door opens, and Aemond pokes his head out, looking around with a wide, singular eye.

"The coast is clear, casanova." Mila whispers, laughing as Aemond flushes slightly. He steps out, straightening his tie and avoiding her eyes, appearing almost sheepish. Like he didn't just fuck the shit out of her.

Mila tries to bite back a smile, looking away from him to take a breath. Her hand is still wrapped around her liquid liner, flicking it around her fingers. Making up her mind, she turns to him, taking his wrist in her hand. He gives her a questioning look, but allows it. Using her eyeliner, she writes her phone number.

"Call me." She smirks, "If you find yourself bored and freshly scolded, I'll come fuck you in the closest bathroom."

With that, she turns on her heel and walks back down the hallway. Aemond watches her go, his heart thudding in his chest.

Maybe she’s not so bad after all.

AN// Maybe she's not, Aemond. Maybe she's not. Tune in for chapter two when both Aemond and Mina get some post-nut clarity and the angst begins. Sending love.

Lula x

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lunitawrites · 1 year ago

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Both Sides of the Moon - part one

pairing: biker!joel miller x fem!reader rating: explicit word count: 2.8k summary: After a troubled childhood you move back to your hometown. You are trying to avoid facing the dark past of your family, but you realize it will be harder than you thought when a mysterious stranger appears in town trying to take revenge. TWs: no-outbreak AU, age gap (reader mid-twenties, Joel is late forties), loss of parents, reference to sex work, reference to foster homes, guns, knife, alcohol consumption, cigarettes, Joel being violent towards reader, petnames, reader has hair long enough that it can be grabbed, otherwise no physical description, no use of y/n a/n: hey! so this is my first attempt at writing, I really hope some of you out there will like it. I am eternally grateful to @papipascalispunk who reviewed and edited my work. Thanks a million to @toxicanonymity and @hier--soir for their suggestions! Shoutout to the other Joel Millers on bikes: a minute from home by @agentmarcuspike, jailbird by @toxicanonymity and little mouse by @katiexpunk & @josephquinnswhore masterlist

You are fidgeting with your nametag in front of the mirror, trying to apply it to your uniform, but you must have bent the needle when you removed it last time because it won't stay up now.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’,” you hear Arlene shout from the kitchen, “It's a small town, everyone knows you by now.”

“I suppose they do,” you mumble and drop the pin to the dresser. She's always been nice to you, almost mothering you, since you started working together in the diner. You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing out your uniform and walking through the kitchen to start your 7 PM shift.

It's a slow start. The townsfolk don't start coming until the sun paints the sky purple and orange, until the dust strats to settle and the cicadas’ song fills up the night. Your shift begins at the bar; whiskey, beer, salted peanuts, a smile or two for better tips. The bar fills up with a subtle buzz, stench of alcohol and anticipation.

Later on in the evening, Sam asks you to wait tables instead. You usually prefer staying behind the bar, but it's Friday night, the dining area will get busy soon. Arlene will need the extra pair of hands taking the orders anyway, so you pick up your notepad and pen and head out to the floor.

You are always cautious out here, you have to be. The men are not violent, but they always try to take what they think they deserve. A brush of a knuckle on your thighs, eyes lingering on the swell of your breasts, an inappropriate comment disguised as a compliment, fingertips on the curve of your hips as they pass by. Sam, your boss, always makes sure that it’s not more, keeping an eye on you at all times from behind the bar. Sam is one of the few people who knows about your past, who knows that there were times when you were giving a lot more than a smile for some crinkled up bills, who knows that just a few months ago, your uniform was nothing more than a pair of thigh highs and your underwear.

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You were six when your dad died, and you moved away with your mom right after. You stayed with her for another few months until they diagnosed her. She passed away before the next Christmas. By January, you were in your first foster home. After you got out from your last foster home with nothing more than a few pairs of clothes and the fifty dollar bill that you stole from your foster dad's wallet, you really didn’t see another option for survival.

It started at a gentlemen's club called Red Rose, just outside of Austin, all neon lights and kitsch, velvet and satin from a decade before. They gave you a room in the motel next to it, but only if you worked the after hours shift, so you agreed. You didn't know what after hours meant at the time, but you would have agreed to almost anything if it meant that you would spend the night in a bed and not somewhere outside.

The after hours, you learned quickly, meant selling your body to anyone who took interest in it during the opening hours of the club. So while you did spend your night in a bed, it was with a truck driver named Dylan, who paid you hundred dollars for an hour of you being a good girl, as he described. Forty of those dollars covered the motel bill and twenty went to the club manager for organizing the deal.

You spent six years working at Red Rose, eventually saving up enough money so you didn't have to stay at the motel. You rented a flat with black mold and sticky linoleum floors, sharing it with three of the other girls from the club. You were driving an old Chevy that one of the girls passed onto you after she moved up north. Six years of Dylans and Bobs and Johns and Joses and Miguels. Six years of sweat and spit and bruises and slaps and come, until you couldn't anymore.

You moved back to your hometown, although it was never really your home, and while you knew little about the circumstances of your father’s death, you were still afraid to come back, terrified to face the past. But as it turned out, you never had to, as if there was some silent agreement amongst the town that they never spoke of your family. No one gossipped, or if they did, they did so silently that it never reached your ears. They welcomed you into town as if you were a stranger.

You moved into your old family home at the edge of town. White paint chipped from wooden boards, almost two decades of dust and sorrow covering every inch. You slowly made it your own home, settling into the master bedroom that was once your parents’, but leaving every other room untouched. You have not dared to open the door of your old bedroom yet.

You still drove the old Chevy when you started working at Sam’s six nights a week, the only diner in town, serving the majority of the people who lived there.

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It's Friday, which means a good crowd and better tips. Friday means an extra drink for everyone to celebrate yet another week survived in this dusty town in south Texas, just above the border. So you move among the tables with a smile so wide that your face starts to hurt.

It's almost eleven now and most of the tables are occupied; workers for their well-deserved after work drink, youngsters pregaming before driving up to Austin for a night out, some couples leaning over their drinks to be closer to one another, families finishing up their meals, greasy hands stopping you to order another basket of fries. The buzz is loud now, the air in the diner thick and heavy with alcohol and laughter. A usual Friday at Sam’s, until it isn’t.

The door squeaks open, heavy footsteps on the floor, broad shoulders in the doorframe. You really shouldn't be able to hear it over the sound of Friday in the diner, but you do. You lock eyes with deep amber, a pair of sad eyes, searching for a place to sit. Strong arms hidden under a black leather jacket, dark wash jeans, disheveled brown curls, almost halo-like, lit by the street lights behind him. The diner seems to catch up with you, surprised faces turning to the direction of the door, sentences left unfinished, whispers let out, cheeks turned red in surprise, Adam’s apples bobbing up and down. Is it? It can’t be. The sounds of Friday fun turn into whispers, and whispers turn to silence. Fear creeps up in your spine, something primal, something unexplainable.

He walks up to an empty table, heavy boots on sticky floor are the only sound now. The squeal of a chair, denim rubbing against the fake leather of the booth, fingers tapping on the tabletop, an impatient sigh. You move your feet from where they were rooted to the ground just a minute ago. Sweaty hands flipping paper on the notepad. You clear your throat before closing up the space between you and his table.

“What can I get you?”, your voice comes out raspy, almost scared. He looks up at you, a faint smile on his face, eyes not quite meeting yours. Instead, he looks at your lips, gaze burning on your skin, you press your lips together, as if you could hide them entirely. Your eyes flick over to the bar, searching for another pair of brown eyes, searching for comfort. But comfort is not what you find, Sam looks back at you with a wild gaze, almost panic in his eyes.

“Whiskey, neat,” the stranger says, now looking at his hands on the table.

“Coming right up!”, you answer with fake cheerfulness in your voice. Legs heavy as you move, “A whiskey, neat,” you say when you reach the bar, waiting for Sam to prepare the drink. You understand that the questions are not for now, the questions are for later. The people slowly turn their attention back to the drinks in front of them, conversations starting again. But still, the air stays as if it was frozen the minute the stranger came in, Friday never has been so quiet at Sam’s diner..

“There you go”, you say as you place the glass in front of him, voice heavy with the accent you thought you never had.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, not looking up at you this time.

Time feels slow, dragging on every minute, every second of the night. You cannot take being inside anymore. You feel like you are going to suffocate.

“I am going on my break,” you say quickly and don’t wait for anyone to acknowledge, just disappear through the kitchen.

The muggy evening air hugs your skin as you open the back door of the diner. Being outside is just as suffocating as being inside, but at least it's quieter. You take a cigarette out from the crumpled package in your apron, place it between your lips but don't light it just yet. You should quit. You exhale sharply and put the cigarette back. Istead, you lean your head back to the wall, looking up at the moon. She's in her full glory tonight, casting pale light to the dark forest in front of you.

You are not sure what happened inside. This man who you are sure you have never seen in your life just woke up something deep inside you. You feel like you are drawn to him by a strange force, a force that is so foreign to you. There was a certain kind of sadness in his eyes that you only see when you look into the reflection of your own eyes. Grief. Lost. Denial. Something that balances between madness and sanity.

You hear the front door open with a squeaking sound. Footsteps, drunk laughter and heavy drawls take over the silence of your break. You are about to go inside when you hear an intoxicated voice call out:

“Where do you think you’re goin´?” the drunk man shouts. “You think you can just walk in here and have a drink like the rest of us? Like you fuckin’ belong here.” he spits. The rest of the men stop talking. Now he is the only voice. “Let me tell you. You don´t. You should not come around anymore. You are not welcome here and you should know that.”

“So what happens if I do come around?” the stranger's voice is laced with coldness. You slowly start walking to the front. You need to see him again. You need to understand what's happening. You feel yourself shaking, despite the warm humidity of the night. 'You should just stay out of it,' the voice in your head says, but you keep walking.

You peek around the corner of the diner. There he is with six men from the town. They all seem fairly drunk. They seem like they are looking for trouble.

“Well, if you are so fuckin´ sure you gonna come around,” he drawls “we might as well just give you a taste of what we are plannin´ to do with you. Right, boys?” he laughs and the men laugh with him, like a pack of coyotes. They all sound way too drunk to do any real harm, but there are six of them against him.

“Try me” the stranger grits through his teeth. He doesn't seem to be afraid, he seems like he would not care if he lives or dies. He seems like someone who gave up a long time ago.

“That ’s enough!” You shout and start walking up to the crowd. ”Go home or I will call Sam out and we will see who won’t be allowed to come around here anymore”. The loudest one flashes you a drunk grin and says: “That is just fuckin’ hilarious. You wanna protect him?” he asks.

“I am not protecting anyone, it’s my job to keep this place running. So I am doing just exactly that.” you say putting your hands on your waist. “Now, gentlemen, I would appreciate, if you all went home and cared about your wives and kids just as much as you care about your liquor. I reckon you had enough fun for tonight. Go! All of you!” you order them.

You are surprised to see that they do. It might be the mention of their wives and the reminder of how they would react if they saw them coming home drunk and all beaten up. The loudest one turns back for a second and addresses you. “You don’t know what you are doing.”

“I guess not.” you whisper and turn your head to the stranger.

“You didn't need to, darlin’. I can defend myself,” he says, drawl thick as the night above you.

“Mhm, you seem like the type who can,” you say with a half smile. He laughs at that, but there is no humor in it. It should not be possible for a laugh to sound that sad.

“You new around here?”, he takes a step forward, cornering you to the wall. His eyes are searching for the name tag on your uniform. As he cannot find anything his eyes flick back to your face again. His gaze lights something up in you, deep inside your stomach. Frozen flames licking your insides. You are terrified of it, you are terrified of him.

“You can say that, moved back recently. And you? It seems like everyone knows you around here.” you say, heart pounding in your throat.

“Wasn't hard to sense that, was it?”, you can feel his breath on your skin. Whiskey, burning on your cheeks.

“No,” you say, casting down your eyes. Somehow his proximity makes you restless. His presence makes the blood rush faster in your body. Your reaction is almost instinctual, you want to rip his flash and sink your teeth into him. To be closer or to get away. You are not sure.

He must sense it, a sly smile across his lips. He lifts his hand, hovers his knuckles over your cheeks tentatively. You are red burning fire. He brushes his knuckles over your left cheek, your chin, the curve of your neck. He rests his palm on your shoulder at last.

“You are shaking,” he murmurs. He takes his hand away. It's almost like you couldn't breathe while he touched you. Lungs filling up with air again. You lock eyes with him. “So what's your..,” he starts but cannot finish, Arlene opens the back door and calls your name.

“Everything okay here?”, she asks.

His eyes darken. Amber turns black. “It's you,” he says, “I should have fuckin’ known.” One hand grabbing your hair, the other turning you around. Rough denim scratching the back of your thighs as he pushes you up to the wall. Head knocking on wood, you feel dizzy. You hear Arlene’s muffled scream, the door opening again. Cold steel pressed into your throat, you taste your death. “I couldn't have planned this better, could I?”, he whispers into your ear.

“Who the fuck are you? What do you want from me?”, you spit, fear blinding you as you try to grab a hold of him behind you.

“You don't know who I am? That's good. That´s just fuckin’ good”, he laughs, blood freezing in your veins from the sound of it.

You hear footsteps, Arlene’s breathy cry in the background. Boots then. Heavier than she could be.

“Joel Miller,” Sam says with venom in his voice, “Leave her the fuck alone!”

His gun is pointing to Joel’s temple. Sam takes a step closer, “Get out of here. Right fuckin’ now.” Joel slowly releases the handful of hair he still has in his fist. As he does, a bitter smile spreads on his face.

“Another time then,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. He steps back, walks slowly to the parking lot where he swings his leg over a 1990 Harley-Davidson, the exact same model that is in your father's garage.

You look at Sam, eyes blurred with tears and confusion.You are certain of one thing, and one thing only. Joel Miller wants to kill you.

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butterphii · 4 months ago

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Bed For Us

TW: ONE BED TROPE (This one I haven't done before, so bear with me here. 😂), Tommy, and Sarah references, best friend Joel and Tommy, Joel is taller than reader, also divorced dad rock Joel (as in he listens to it, and probably is a divorced dad..), alcohol consumption, unspecified age gap, slight reader description (eyes, hair, and style overall), bisexual/pansexual reader, dry humping/bulge riding, masterbation reference?, pussy pronouns, pussy play

This was made for the Trope-Off by @auteurdelabre! So happy I can participate.

--------------------Joel Miller--------------------

You were best friends with Tommy since childhood. He was always a little older than you, but that never bothered anyone. People used to think you were dating, but that rumor quickly stopped when you were spotted kissing his friend and he kissed yours on your double date.

Speaking of Tommy kissing your friend, you were on the way to their wedding that day. Joel, Tommy's super hot older brother, had suggested you drove together and shared a hotel room. You agreed, as you'd be going to the same place anyway.

You watched Joel place each suitcase into the back of his truck with a grunt for each one. It was so fucking hot. His arms perfectly strong and little fatty, his tummy soft and pokey, the way his face and neck tensed up when he picked each one up made you imagine him cumming inside you. What? No. This is wrong. You thought, mad at yourself.

"All loaded up! Hop in, babe." He called to you, breaking you out of your trance like state. He always called you Babe or Baby. It never made you go as crazy as it does now until a year or so ago.

You quickly ran over to the passenger side of the car when he handed you your favorite flavor of White Claw. "Y'know, to keep ya calm." He chuckled to himself when you repeatedly punched his upper arm. Stepping into the front seat, Joel grunted his way into the drivers seat.

"You're so old, Joe." You replied to his sounds. You were honestly right. He's almost 6 years older than Tommy. But he aged like fine wine. Cute kid, cute teenager, super cute old guy. "And you still a fuckin' baby in ma'eyes." He growled back, slapping your thigh.

"Shut up. Anyway, where's Sarah? Thought she would've come." You asked him, pushing his hand off your thigh when he kept it there after smacking it. "Her mom's bringin'er. I jus' gotta take 'er home." He turned his head to look at you.

That was the last thing you said to each other for about half an hour. Mostly silence filled the vehicle, except for the occasional hum from your lips to the drum heavy rock on the radio. You both gasped and nodded to eachother when a very familiar song began to play.

It was Spit it Out by Slipknot, the first band Joel and Tommy took you to see when you were teenagers. Joel's hand reached to turn up the radio, blasting it out the open windows. "Spit, it out!" You both screamed along with the band, holding eachothers hand, looking at one another. Your fingers traced the veins across Joel's hand, looking into his sweet and warm brown eyes. The sunlight glinting off the slight hazel and beige streaks.

He looked into your eyes, blue and enchanting, soft lines of green and turquoise scattered throughout. He always loved how you shared the same taste as him in everything. Bands, food, drinks, women, cars. It killed him when he found out you had a date to the prom when he thought you were going to ask him. He had always thought you were cute. Very, very, cute. He just thought it'd ruin your friendship with him and Tommy.

You looked at Joel when his gaze kept leaving the road and kept coming to you. You could tell he noticed your different hair. You'd highlighted it yourself with a light blonde color that contrasted with your deep brown hair. It looked surprisingly good, since you've never done it yourself before. You also noticed how he did his hair. It was slightly slicked back and a little messy with his curls. He always put it back like that when he had freshly washed it. "Hair looks good, Miller. Really gray, though." You giggled, running your fingers though it. "Shut up. You know it looks better this way. It looks unnatural when it's all one color." He replied, you agreeing.

You were in the truck, still, very excited. Bouncing your thigh up and down on the seat. Joel's hand inched closer to you, trying to get ahold of your thigh, just so he could put his hand on it. You saw how close he was to you, so you put your hand on his, feeling his veins under your palm. Your fingers sat in the gaps of his much larger ones.

You yawned, picking up both of your hands to rest your head on. His fingers linked with yours under your cheek. You pressed a very soft kiss to his bruised and roughed up knuckles. He adjusted himself after that, picking his waist up and pulling it back. It took you a minute to see why. He got hard. And it was big. A lot bigger than anything you've had before. And you were wondering how hard it'd be to ride that thing.

Finally, to get the thought out of your mind, you reached the hotel. "Nice place, Miller. You pick it out yourself?" You asked, pulling out the suitcases from the truck. "Yup, all by myself, well, Sarah helped a little." He chuckled to himself. You nodded, taking in the view and the actual hotel itself. The walls were very white and clean, lots of windows, very tall.

You quickly ran in, excited to read your book and eat and lay down. You were, for some reason, exhausted. Joel followed, checking you into the room he had booked. Going up the elevator, you got really pissed when he pressed both sets of buttons because he knows it's your favorite part.

Fiddling with the key, you finally pressed it to the little metal doorknob. "Shit, Joel! There's only one bed!" You threw your stuff down, angry. "It's ok, babe. We can share or I'll sleep ok the floor." He replied, neatly folding his stuff up and unpacking, since you'll be there a while. You really, really wanted to share the bed with Joel. You wanted a chance. You wanted him, him and his stupid fucking monster dick that won't leave your mind.

"We can share. Just..don't touch me. You're fucking gross and I gotta shower." "Gross, huh? I'll fucking show you gross!" He happily growled, pouncing on you and pushing you into the bed, towering over you.

Joel was on top of you, his hands pinning down your shoulders and breathing heavy. Fucking Joel Miller was on top of you, pinning you to the bed you'd be sharing for days. It was all you wanted. But then he stood up, grabbed a set of pajamas, and walked to the bathroom to shower. You felt empty. You were mad Joel won't give you a chance. He just doesn't like you like you like him. Which you understood, but it made you really fucking upset.

Joel walked out of the bathroom, hair washed and slicked back, shorts showing off his cock in some angles. All you wanted was to see it, even. Even just his body. His perfect, Greek god body. His arms so perfect and strong, soft tummy firm but still squishy, back and shoulders wide like how your mouth would have to be to fit his dick.

You went to shower after him. You played with yourself in the shower, chasing the release you knew you'd never get from Joel. The water splashed against your back while you orgasmed. You had to be silent or else Joel would find out you moaned his name.

Stepping out of the bathroom was like a breath of fresh air. Joel was in bed, reading one of the books on your night stand. "Babe. What the fuck is this? Why is there so much sex??" He threw the book into your arms. You caught it with a quiet grunt. "Leave me alone. Atleast I ain't watchin' porn." "But you're fuckin' readin' it." He argued back. He was right, and it pissed you off.

You lay down, reading just where Joel was a minute ago. It was a daily practice to you now, it didn't even bother you he was fucking her with a gun. "Hun, grab me a drink from the kitchen before turning the lights off?" You asked Joel without even looking up. You heard him open the fridge, grab a can, and close the fridge, knowing he listened to you.

You felt the cold of a drink can against your back, Joel pressing it up to your spine like he did every time you asked for something like that. "Stop it!" You pushed his hand away. He chuckled, the sound deep and loud. Sweet and caring. All you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

He lay down next to you in the dark room. You stared at the ceiling before announcing you were cold. "C'mere, baby." He groaned quietly, pulling you close under the blanket. You could feel him getting hard under the heat of your thighs wrapping around his upper leg. He thought you'd ignore it, but you did the opposite. Your hips grinded against his, ass rubbing against the mound in his shorts.

"Baby, you've gotta stop..this ain't right, y'know it.." He groaned, making no attempt at stopping you. "Is it wrong if it's for love?" You whispered against the arm he wrapped around you. You confessed. You did all you wanted to do for years. "Baby, this jus ain't right.." He groaned. "I'm too old, you don't want me." "But I do. You're all I want, Joel. Please, just this once, at least. Please.." You moaned, his dick sliding between your folds.

He didn't make a verbal agreement before he kissed you. It was soft at first, roughening. Pants escaped his lips. Your tongue grazed his lower lip, him reluctantly letting you in. Your tongues danced together. A tango of heat and sexual desire.

His one free hand that wasn't pressed against your jaw fell down to your panties, feeling the wet spot already soaked through the fabric. "Oh she's wet for me, huh baby?" He groaned in your ear. "Mhm.." You moaned in reply, giving him a soft laugh. "Jus' how I wan'er.." He growled seductively, pushing his thumb against your clit, a whimper escaping your lips.

He put his hand into your panties, tough, large fingers running up and down your slit, teasing your hole, thumbing your clit. "Joel, please.." You whimpered again. "Not today, baby.." He smiled, kissing your neck. He kept rubbing your clit, tracing circles over it with his index finger.

You held the hand that was in your bottoms. You glided it around to the spots he needed to touch. The ones that you've longed for him to touch for years. "Ohmygod, Joel..right there.." You let out a high pitched squeal. "That good, baby?" He applied more pressure and speed. Your dug your nails into his hand, closing in on your orgasm.

You repeated the word "Yes" more times than you could count before the orgasm high had come to an end. Joel pulled his hand up, turning you towards him before putting it into his mouth, resting it on his tongue. "You taste amazing, baby.." He growled, kissing you as he noticed your tired face. You yawned, kissing back. "Goodnight, Joel. Love you..." You whispered, putting your head in the crook of his neck and cuddling in close to him. "G'night, baby. Love you, too." He whispered back, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

Sleeping that night was the easiest thing ever.

#smut #x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller x you #tlou #joel tlou #tlou joel #one bed trope #fic writing challenge #tropeoff2024

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the-secret-keeper · 2 years ago

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Part 3 of Obey Me X Twisted Wonderland/Barbatos X Reader

This was requested by @sonicfangirl123 and @babyxwolfiex

TW: Very sassy demons terrifying a crow, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, and canon levels of violence for Obey Me.

Reader is referred to as MC.

There has been a bit of time that has passed since the end of the last one and the start of this one. It will begin the day that the festival celebrating the finding of MC is starting.

Also, fair warning, in this, MC used to live in the House of Lamentation, but currently lives in Diavolo's castle with Diavolo and Barbatos.

Enjoy!

I shifted my bodyweight from the front of my feet to the back, as I stood beside my best friends and boyfriend in front of the mirror portal.

"Calm down, MC. They'll be here soon." Lucifer sighed.

"Sorry, I'm just excited." I laughed.

"I am too!" Luke agreed, matching my impatient movement. "I haven't met their friends before! It isn't fair that you guys got to!"

"I am excited as well, but you doing that won't make them appear any faster." Simeon agreed with Lucifer, but in a much gentler tone.

"Here they are." Barbatos interrupted our discussion. I turned and practically started vibrating in excitement as their silhouettes appeared in the mirror.

They all stepped through, getting their bearings, but I was only interested in one.

"Grim!" I exclaimed, speed-walking up to the flying cat and hugging him.

"Get off me, Henchman!" He complained.

"You got your backpack?" He nodded. "I'm so excited!" I beamed. Riddle cleared his throat. "Right, sorry." I apologized, taking a few steps back. "Welcome to the Demon Lord's Castle in the Devildom. You have all been formally invited to stay here for a few days, and attend the Welcome Home Festival that starts today."

"You get a whole festival just for coming back?" Azul questioned.

"Yeah. I'm pretty well-liked in the Devildom."

"Yeah, we all like MC here." Satan agreed.

"Yes, in fact we like them so much that once we named a comet after them." Diavolo said proudly. I nodded enthusiastically when they looked to me for confirmation.

"Wow!" Kalim exclaimed, eyes shining with glee. I smiled warmly, nodding at them.

"You'll actually be split up in where you're staying. Malleus," I paused. "Where is Tsunotarou?" My friends from Twisted Wonderland looked around. "Oh my Diavolo." I sighed. "Diavolo, come on, let's go get him. We'll only be a few minutes."

"You can't just order a crown prince around!" Jamil hissed, glancing between us.

"I don't mind!" Diavolo smiled jovially.

"Yeah, Dia is really chill." I agreed, before leaning into my lovers side, who leaned into me in kind. "Please make sure Jamil relaxes. He's a 24/7 babysitter, he needs a vacation almost as bad as Lucifer does." I whispered, and Barbatos nodded, before we both stood up straight, and Diavolo and I headed into the mirror portal.

We walked through the school, past stunned students, and straight towards the Diasomnia mirror in the mirror chamber. It didn't take us very long to reach the Dracula-esque castle. I fearlessly pushed open the front doors to see Sebek approaching the doors with a bag.

"Sebek! Good, you're already on your way, we were going to pick up the others as well. If you'd wait by the portal back to the mirror chamber, we're going to retrieve Malleus." I smiled at him.

"The Young Master hasn't arrived yet?"

"No. For someone so tall with such a presence, he is very easy to lose."

"Lillia-Sama! Is Waka-Sama here still?!" Sebek yelled into the castle.

"Child of Man." I turned around, and beamed at my tall friend.

"Tsunotarou, I was worried when you didn't show up with the others. Are you ready to go?"

"Are you certain it's ok for me to go?"

"Trust me. You are no more intimidating than him." I gestured at Diavolo who stood at my side. "Plus, it's really important to me that you're there! I want you to see where I'm from, you're one of my best friends, and I want you to enjoy the festival."

"Yes. Your presence will likely be about as noticeable as the brothers. While it may turn a few heads, most people in the Devildom will not spare a glance." Diavolo reassured.

"Now that I think about it, you'll probably stand out the least." I hummed, though didn't explain my train of thought further.

"Malleus, you almost forgot your bag." Lilia appeared upside down next to me, causing me to flinch.

I don't usually flinch at intimidating presences. But when Lilia just pops out of nowhere, it scares me for some reason. Maybe it's because he hides his presence, and I can usually sense when those with presences like Malleus or Diavolo as they approach.

"You ready to go?" I smiled at Malleus, who nodded.

"I am ready as well!" I laughed a little at Sebek's enthusiasm.

"Sorry you have to miss it, Lilia. But he's in good hands." Someone has to look after the dorms, which is why all the Vice-dorm leaders are staying back, aside from Jamil. Ortho is also staying behind, simply to watch over the dorm. But he made Idia come, somehow, so, there's that.

"Take lots of pictures."

"Definitely will!" I promised, giving him a thumbs up before whipping out my phone. I sent a quick text to the group chat containing my first-year friends, making sure they were going to meet us at the mirror chamber.

Once I got a confirmation from all of them, we all headed towards the mirror portal, which was actually in the auditorium. And we emerged in the Devildom. Everyone was still there.

"Now!" I exclaimed, causing most to flinch. "As I was saying." I smiled. "You'll actually be split up in where you'll be staying. The First-years will be staying here, in the Demon Lords castle." I said. "However!" I turned to my friends. "This isn't Ramshackle, and what Barbatos says goes, got it? Behave yourselves." They nodded. "Now, Sebek." I looked at him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Don't panic."

"What?"

"Malleus," I turned to Malleus, letting Sebek go. "you will be staying at the House of Lamentation with the Demon Brothers."

"I will?"

"Yeah. They're pretty chaotic, and they only have the one guest room. You're the only person I felt could deal with them without completely losing your mind." I laughed a little awkwardly. "Boys, I expect you to treat my friend with respect."

"Yes! Waka-sama is the Crown Prince of Briar Valley." Sebek agreed.

"True." I nodded. "Anyways. The rest of you will be split between two halls. Solomon is in charge of one, and Simeon and Luke are in charge of the other. They will actually determine who goes to which hall."

"I want him!" Luke exclaimed, standing next to Riddle. I pursed my lips.

"Luke." I was trying not to laugh, about to ask a question to him.

"Yes," I paused.

"Nevermind. It's fine with me, Riddle likes sweets anyways." I shook my head a little. "You all can duke out who goes where. But, Jamil needs to stay with Kalim. So those two are a package deal." I explained. "The Festival starts in a few hours, so until then, I guess we can take you guys to your separate living arrangements?" I looked to Barbatos for confirmation.

"I don't see why not."

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Alright, I'll show the first-years their rooms so that they can put their stuff down and then we can head to the House of Lamentation."

"Why don't we tour the castle first?" Vil asked.

"Because you won't be here that often." I explained. "We can always do the tour of the castle later, but the other living arrangements are a good distance from here, it's just more convenient to do them as soon as we can. Plus, by the time the tours are done, the festival will be getting ready to kick off, and there'll be just enough time for Vil to prepare. Right?"

"That should be correct if the estimations of the time his routine takes is correct." Barbatos nodded.

"Rude." Vil grumbled.

"But accurate." Belphie sighed. "If you're anything like him, then you take forever to get ready."

"Basically the alternate universe version of each other." I nodded.

"What's even going to happen at the festival?" Leona asked.

"Hmm." I hummed, squinting my eyes in thought. "I know there's going to be a lot of food booths, various welcome home themed activities, and a big ball at the end of it, but I didn't do very much of the planning because they insisted it be a surprise."

"That's right!" Asmo latched onto one of my arms, and Mammon threw an arm around my shoulders.

"We planned it all!" Barbatos cleared his throat. "Except for the ball. Barbatos insisted he do that." Mammon corrected.

"Today, tomorrow, and the day after's events will be like a steretypical festival. With lots of games, food, fun, and a few amusement park rides that Diavolo rented." Asmo explained excitedly.

"And booze too!"

"Just to be clear," I added quickly, "the alcohol from the Devildom doesn't affect humans, unsure about beastmen and fae." I made sure they were aware. "If, there is alcohol from the human world, it will be marked. And there will also be nonalcoholic substitutes for those like Luke who are too young, yet will be affected by alcohol from the Devildom."

"Will you be partaking?" Azul asked.

"Not without several powerful demons around me." I smiled knowingly at him. "Don't try it."

"Noted." He nodded.

"Partaking in any alcohol, from the Devildom or otherwise, will be optional, so don't even worry about it." I shrugged.

"That's good to know." Riddle nodded.

"Yes, dealing with over a dozen drunk humans would probably be more chaotic than the actual festival."

"Probably." I agreed with Lucifer cheerfully. "I will be right back, do not leave without me." I waved for the first years to follow me, showing them to the guest quarters.

Though each of them technically had their own room, I knew my friends well enough to know that they were going to spend the majority of their time in each other's rooms or in my room. I left all of them with maps, as this castle can get kind of confusing.

But I marked several places as "Do not go. This place can and will kill you." While that may have been a bit of an exaggeration for some of these places, I also wanted to make sure they didn't cause too much trouble, for Diavolo and Barbatos, but also in case they ever wanted to visit.

I also marked the room I was staying in while they were here. Normally I'd share a room with my lover, but I knew he needed sleep and that my friends would be coming to my room in the middle of the night. Like the little gremlins they are.

After making sure they were aware of the different areas they were not allowed to go under any circumstance. I made sure to really pound that into their heads. I know that they're chaotic, but it's for their safety.

Of course, I'm not an idiot. I know my friends. They're going to try to go there anyways, despite my warnings that it could put their lives in danger. But none of them are nearly as powerful as Barbatos who put up a barrier around the areas that they aren't allowed to go into. Even combined, they won't be able to break a barrier put up by him. If my warning isn't enough to deter them, the fact that they will be physically unable to enter it should.

I made sure that they were all set up in their separate rooms. That everything was where it was supposed to be, and that they were comfortable. And then I made them change out of their dorm uniforms into more casual clothes.

No point in wearing them when not at NRC or their dorms.

All of this took about 20 minutes because they're slow. But once the entire process was done, I led them back to the entrance hall, where everyone else was as well.

"Now that that's done." I sighed approaching the group. "Let's go! I can't wait to show you all around my home town!" I beamed, as I began to lead them all out of the castle.

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louisisalarrie · 7 months ago

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Hello love. I like sending you asks because you’re always great at responding. This one is a bit sensitive. Don’t post if not appropriate.

Louis and alcohol. You’ve worked with him and seen him a little more closely than most. Is he a massive drinker (like, every day) or is his alcohol consumption a little exaggerated? I’ve seen other posts referring to him as having a problem, which seems a cruel assumption when people don’t know the guy.

It looks to me like there’s a ton of boozing on tour (lots of stories from other artists who’ve worked with him confirm they all drink a lot when they’re all together) but L never looks as though he goes on stage p*ssed. He tends to have beer on stage with him but never drinks the whole thing (I kind of feel like it’s a bit of a nervous habit, to have a drink there he can grab but not to be necessarily knocking it back show). I mean he definitely looks like he drinks a lot post show but we never hear of him turning up to meet fans drunk or smelling of booze (and there dont seem to be any major boozy stories about him doing something bad because he was drunk - oh apart from breaking his arm!) so I’m on the fence about whether or not he does have unhealthy drinking habits or not. He seems pretty controlled and put together with the occasional post show drunken/stoned selfie!

What are your thoughts?

I guess I just want a healthy Louis.

Hello anon! Apologies for the hold up on this, I wanted to do a good and thorough job at responding because it is a sensitive topic, for sure. I’m not sure how much you dabble in substances, your age, or your experiences with said substances, so what I say may feel like it’s still too much, but yeah, I hope I can provide you with some reassurance. So, lovely anon, welcome to the show!

TW for alcohol and drug use

Drinking and drug use is heavily glorified, over indulged in, and used as a crutch in the entertainment industry, but often times you only hear the worst of it. You’ve got the stories of overdoses, media analysing stars because they look drunk performing on stage, and artists having a bad/shocking image because they partake in alcohol/drugs depending on who their demographic is (zouis weed video, for example).

It’s often used as a coping mechanism, to just take a bit of the edge off. This doesn’t mean that all artists use it to an extreme extent to where they can’t perform/can’t live without it (like it’s portrayed in A Star is Born), and don’t get me wrong, some do, but from what I’ve seen and my pals and colleagues in the music industry have seen, Louis doesn’t overindulge.

I mean, they’d have a drink (or multiple) for the same reasons as we do, to just… chill out the nervous system, or carry on the energy. Dissipate some anxiety before going on stage and while on stage, calming down your body and mind from the adrenaline afterwards, partying and carrying on a bit more heavily if you’re celebrating. I’ve toured, not to the same extent as L or H, but it becomes quite normalised within people from the artist’s direct team, their direct touring crew, to the promoters, to the artist’s personal friends. It’s SO much work putting on these shows and travelling and when everything goes well, it’s a huge relief and time for a beverage or a joint. It’s just kinda… very normalised, which is also really bad, but Louis, from what I’ve seen and heard, is smart with it.

You’re correct in saying he isn’t drunk on stage, he doesn’t smell like substances (only cigarettes but that’s a whole other story), and only has 1 beer on stage.

His rider is pretty standard too. Artists over order so they don’t need runners to go get them stuff causing a delay. And then they take whatever they don’t finish to the hotel with them or whatever. If you were famous you’d wanna milk the free stuff 100%, so yeah, if that is a cause of concern for some fans seeing the leaked LATAM rider, I can assure you that it doesn’t go that far between the amount of people in his band and crew. It’s just… very normalised, but doesn’t happen every night.

Louis also just loves to dabble in the devils lettuce (im super annoyed that I have a story about this that I can’t share but he’s fucking hilarious) and loves a drink. Alcohol is also super normalised and encouraged in the UK, and here in Australia too. So I see a lot of it and it’s just kind of a thing you… do. It’s more so if you don’t drink, people are like ????? Hahaha.

So growing up in a country where it’s very normal to drink a beer or get pissed, it’s kind of engrained, and then being in an industry where it’s also normalised, it’s 100% natural to lean into it. When I drink on tour, it’s certainly less often than artists, but it’s just a social celebration thing and it’s kind of expected to a degree. In my opinion, and from what I’ve seen of him going on tour, he doesn’t have a problem nor loses any professionalism on or off the stage. He’s very serious about making these shows good and proving himself.

When I was backstage with him at one of these shows, he was in a green room that wasn’t too far from my office. He is so LOUD and hearing his giggle and talking shit was so wild hahaha. I could smell cigarettes, and heard him and his band/crew do a shot before the show, but apart from that I think maybe they had one or two beers in the late arvo together. I don’t clean/service green rooms so I can’t tell you 100% how much they drank, but it was pretty lowkey. I also don’t think he gets stoned before going on stage (I would’ve smelt it). I think it’s purely an after show fun time which also helps him sleep from jet lag/adrenaline etc. like I mentioned earlier.

He eats well, and while not as healthy as H, still filling food and has an appetite (im talking during the day, not the wild amount of munchies he orders post show), so he’s not letting alcohol/nicotine curb his appetite to that point. He did have bottle service at his hotel on a couple of those nights, too. But again, the bigger indulgence seems to be post show. He’s overall still healthy.

From what we’ve seen, it would be very easy to spot if he was going too far. He’s 100% in control and uses it as a small crutch like a lot of us do due to the intense stress of our jobs. Tbh he also just likes a drink and a joint or two and there’s no reason to worry. Hell, I like a drink or a joint or two and im good at my job, know when to stop, and uphold my professionalism to a high standard. There’s truly no reason to worry, he’s just louder about it than the other boys (I’ve heard that Niall gets on it just as much, but we don’t see it).

Now, it may seem like im making excuses for the industry or for Louis or whatever, but truly, it kinda is what it is. There has been a small but significant shift in the industry around drinking and drug use though, and how it affects mental health, which is great. In Australia, we have a resource called “Support Act” which is an organisation that now has a 24/7 wellbeing hotline for artists, industry folks, and crew, and while it has been around since 1997, it is obviously far bigger and more accessible now due to technology etc., and has great resources. The UK similarly has “Music Minds Matter”, and there are multiple around the US. So there is definitely a larger awareness on the toll touring and an industry career can take on you, and I have no doubt that Louis is aware of his limits and has supportive and wonderful people around him.

Wow okay this turned into a whole other thing. Sorry!!! Hahaha. Look, in short, he drinks nowhere near as much as other artists I’ve worked with (8 bottles of top shelf whiskey in one night thanks) and unless we see any cause for concern, im sure he’s okay, 100% in control, and just living his best life as a 32 yr old successful rockstar. Try not to worry!

#sorry I feel like I’m repeating myself / making little sense sometimes in here #it’s a tricky topic #anon #answered #louisisalarrie chats #tw alcohol #tw weed #tw drugs

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husbandograveyard · 2 months ago

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Multichapter fics I want to work on (soon-ish) - Previews? Accountability? Interest check? Something in between? I am bad at summaries, when i write them out properly, I will do better hihi. I promise the plots are actually good haha. All these are reader insert, OC fics are also in the making, but more in my personal folders than ready for sharing.

(working) title: untitled | Series: BNHA | Rating: E Pairing(s): Kirishima x Reader | Genre: Drama, angst, romance ↪ cw & tw: sex work, alcohol consumption, insecurities, bleak world ↪ Synopsis: Nearing his 40's, pro hero Red Riot is one of the few in his friend group that hasn't managed to settle down and the loneliness and yearning is starting to weigh on him more and more. He turns to a high-end sex worker, more for the girlfriend experience than anything else, but realizes pretty fast that he is falling for her. Based of one of my favorite Reddit Stories.

(working) title: the right place | Series: Haikyuu!! | Rating: M Pairings: undecided x reader (2 characters, one main pairing) Genre: college (AU), romance, humor, light angst, slow ish burn? ↪ Cw & Tw: AU, childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, SO MUCH pining, miscommunications, failed relationships ↪ Synopsis: You and [character] have been friends since diapers. When you both decide to go to the same college, you make plans to live together in the big city, navigating school and living without your parents for the first time together. There is obvious romantic tension between you two, so why does he keep dating around? And why are you suddenly hanging out with his best friend?

(working) title: Bound in body and blood | Series: JJK (AU) | Rating: E | Pairings: Geto Suguru x Reader | Genre: horror, dark romance, dead dove

↪ Cw & Tw: Vampire AU, Vampire!Geto, Priest!Geto, Blood, so much blood, wounds, mild gore (nothing worse than canon tbh), bullying, traumatic upbringing, abuse, Catholic guilt, Catholic references, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, loss of a spouse, character (un)death, sexual assault, Geto is NOT a good guy ↪ Synopsis: You return to your small hometown you so desperately tried to escape as a teen for the community and support after a traumatic happening. You're struggling to find solid ground again when your childhood friend, another 'escapee' returns a few months after you. He's gone through similar things as you did, and you find a lot of comfort in his presence. But strange things have started happening in the town ever since he arrived, and you're torn between staying in the dark or digging deeper, old love and recent loss.

(working) title: Enstrangled | Series: Genshin Impact (AU) | Rating: E | Pairings: Baizhu x Reader | Genre: horror-ish to dark / monster romance

↪ Cw & Tw: Naga!Baizhu, survival horror?, wounds, stalking, unhealthy relationship dynamics, obsession, talking snakes (Changsheng), monsterfucking, TBA ↪ Synopsis: Every year you spend some time solo hiking and camping to clear your mind and get out of the city. This time the forest you are hiking in has some dangers other than the average predators. And one of them has got his eye on you.

(working) title: Untitled | Series: Naruto (AU) | Rating: M (mature themes, no explicit smut) | Pairings: Itachi x Reader | Genre: medieval AU! Romance, drama, soulmate AU with a twist

↪ Cw & Tw: domestic abuse, doomed soulmates, unhealthy relationships, minor character death, Itachi with visual impairment, family estrangement, healing journeys, trauma, illness ↪ Synopsis: Most people are born with a mark on them indicating their soulmate. Those who aren't, called the 'soulless', are there to marry each other, and those who can't find their soulmates. And you? You wish you were soulless, cause your soulmate is the worst person you ever met.

(working) title: Untitled | Series: Haikyuu!! (AU) | Rating: M (mature themes, no smut) | Pairings: multiple x Reader - endgame undecided | Genre: Post apocalyptic AU, horror, survival, thriller, romance is but a subplot, angst

↪ Cw & Tw: Post apocalyptic society, volunteers, but in a hunger games kind of way, nature has taken over the world, blood, death, gore, wounds, illness, major character death, conflict, arguments, overall dark content ↪ Synopsis: It's been a few years since the incident, and your encampment is running out of resources. You and a handful other 'volunteers' get sent out to find more. But it's a wasteland of survival out there, and who's to say you're alone?

#WIP #wips #progress post #announcement post #idk what this si #but I feel like if i put them out here #i might actually get to proper working on them #or more

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wannab-urs · 11 months ago

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Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Recs | Vol 33

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy!

Welcome to the Spreadsheet Digest, my weekly(ish) fic rec list. This is two weeks worth of reading, but still fairly short. Animal Crossing had me in a chokehold lol.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Fic Recs Below!

The only time we have

Din/Poe one shot by @nerdieforpedro

Summary: Is taking care of physical needs all Din and Poe doing? All they're capable of? Only the darkness and walls know.

Tags: anal sex, cum worship, body worship, rough sex, semi-public sex, cockwarming

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Frankie/Santi series by moonknightly (AO3)

Summary: "Neither of you want the night to end. That’s the only reason it takes you ten minutes to put your clothes back on and the only reason he offers to share his tequila after he’s gotten you out of them."

Tags: Cheating, Infidelity, Post-Break Up, Angst, Smut, Cuckolding, sloppy blowjobs, Dom/sub, Threesome - F/M/M, Spanking, Pain Kink, Choking, You're mostly fucking Santi here

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Jack series by @absurdthirst and @wardenparker

Summary: When Jack accidentally shoots a civilian on a mission he takes on not only the guilt of the man’s death, but inherits his soulmate as well. To you, it’s a dream job with more perks than you can imagine - but for Jack it’s a nightmarish complication. Even more so when he starts to develop feelings.

Tags: mentions of deceased spouse, a lot of food and alcohol consumption, family recipes, age gap, cursing, Canon typical violence, Death, gun use, angst, Jack has a temper and Tequila has a dumb first name, Making Out, a bit of groping, heavy flirting, sexy shower time, a whole truck load of anger, Fisticuffs, a bunch of angry people being upset with each other, Kidnapping, Torture, burning victim with cigarettes, Broken Bones, a whole lot of gun pointing and talk about murder, medicine by injection, oral sex (f and m receiving), Outdoor Sex, Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Anxiety, Accidental Hurt, panic attack (symptoms based on my own personal experiences), intrusive/racing thoughts, physical symptoms of anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Guilt, Possible Unwanted Pregnancy, Lies, Nausea/Illness, Talk of Abortion, canon typical injuries, Family Planning, Mentions of Sex Toys, Lingerie, Spanking, rough sex, Flirty and somewhat explicit banter, Pregnancy, Discussion of symptoms, Mood Swings, cemetery/deceased loved ones, speaking to deceased loved ones

Are You Alright, Honey?

Javi G one shot by @javigutierrez

Summary: You’re going on a long weekend with your gorgeous new boyfriend, and after a day of unresolved sexual tension out on a roadtrip you’re ready to jump him the second you get home. Unless he finds a movie at the gas station he had been looking for for years and he wants to watch it with you. Will you be able to mask your desire for him, to enjoy a movie that means so much to him? *(Spoiler alert no you won’t)*

Tags: fluffffff, freshly established relationship, pining like *whoa,* very explicit smut, f!oral, f!fingering, *tons* of nipple play, non-penetrative sex (sumata ig?), unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, allusions to squirting, pleasure dom!Javi vibes, tw alcohol, tw food mention, Javi is a *major* dumb of ass but he makes up for it, reader has female genitalia, some boobs, and long enough hair to tuck it behind their ear but no other descriptions (let me know if you find anything else!), no age references

Come here often?

Javi P one shot by @dancingtotuyo

Summary: fucking men in bathrooms of dirty bars isn’t your usual cup of tea, but sometimes you make exceptions.

Tags: strangers, alcohol consumption, sex (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it up), mirror sex, dirty bathroom, rough sex, mentions of bruising, hair pulling (reader has hair long enough to pull), degradation, 1 slap on the ass, Javi is a menace, Javi touches reader in flirtatious ways without consent, hints of exhibitionism, use of “good girl”, dirty talk, aftercare, soft! Javi at the end. Let me know if I missed anything.

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Javi P series by @whatsnewalycat

Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it’s 1998 and you’re starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Tags: alcohol use, Binge Drinking, Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Cigarettes, Voyeurism, Smut, Bisexual main character, Touch-Starved, Female Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Flirting, Mutual Pining, Cheating, Infidelity, Sexual Tension, Attempt at Humor, Soft Javier Peña, Movie Nerd Shit, use of daddy in a sexual context, Vulnerable Javier Peña, Angst and Feels, Family Issues, Mostly Post Season 3, Existential Crisis, Banter, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, friends to lovers to friends to lovers, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Fluff and Humor, Oral Sex, Slow Burn, No beta idk I just got here, Fluff and Smut, Not Canon Compliant, Impact Play, Pain Kink, Domestic Violence, Praise Kink, Unplanned Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore, Kidnapping

Online Friends

Joel series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Summary: hot single dilfs in your area want to chat, and you're more than willing to comply (aka: anonymous sex chatting with joel) -- and then all the stuff that comes after

Tags: dom!joel and sub!reader, heavy dirty talk, degrading language, joel is a little mean but like in a sexy way, use of 'daddy' like twice, talk of p in v penetration, mutual masturbation, fingering, pillow humping, sex toys, sending nudes, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, exhibitionism, public play, a bit of bondage, semi-public, some face slapping (in a consensual, sexual context)

Put it in, coach

Joel one shot by @magpiepills

Summary: you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

Tags: SMUT!! This is just porn. The girthiest age gap (18 & 56), consensual but extremely unethical sexual relationship, pervert Joel, power imbalance, dubcon (due to said power imbalance) but I assure you reader is of legal age and enthusiastically consents! Unprotected piv, oral (m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, innocent reader, spanking, minor pussy slapping, blackmail, creampie, twist ending, possibly dark Joel. Could be more, I don’t remember. No use of y/n, no physical description of reader, This is a good example of things that are GOOD in FICTION and BAD in REALITY.

Lovesick

Joel one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: You've been greedy for Joel for too long.

Tags: descriptions of wound care and blood, allusions to dubcon due to drinking and drug use, no actual smut

One Night

Marcus P one shot by @secretelephanttattoo

Summary: You get one night with Marcus Pike.

Tags: Implied/referenced smut but nothing is explicitly described. Smoking and alcohol. Angst because they only have one night together. Marcus is a flirty menace. House party nostalgia. Heavy petting in a stairwell

I'd also just like to call out some fics I've been reading for a long time that finished up recently and that I loved: Psychomanteum - Dieter Series by @whatsnewalycat and Whistle in the Dark - Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles.

My most recent fics ( I have not been writing much lol)

Ravage - Ezra x f!Reader - saltburn AU, vampire scene

Only Good Girls - Dave x f!reader - D/s, punishment, mirror sex

Happy Reading!

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 1 year ago

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 15]

A Scary Good Time

TW: Language, Lots of Sexual References, Alcohol Consumption Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.7K Prompt: Halloween Tailgate go brrr

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Notes: I love writing unhinged college aus Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" The crowd chanted around you and you took a deep breath.

"This is so fucking stupid," you shook your head with a huge smile and downed another glass while Jaemin howled in front of you.

"Let's fucking go!" You heard Jeno shouting somewhere.

"Oh fuck," Jaemin stumbles on the table slightly and you hold him up.

"Careful, humpty dumpty, can't have you falling off and breaking that beautiful ass of yours," you laughed.

"FYI, I'm dressed up as Werewolf, not humpty dumpty," Jaemin's words had a slight curve to them.

"Right, right, boring," you helped him down the table, grabbing another shot glass on the way while you sat him down. "Look around, Jaem. Slutty Bunnies, Slutty Nurses, and Slutty Monsters everywhere," you gestured the whole room.

"And what are you supposed to be again?" He eyes your oversized T-Shirt and thigh highs.

"Slutty college student, duh."

"You already are one, that doesn't count."

"Okay, rude!" You playfully shoved him and laughed, "anyway, how are you holding up? I know parties aren't usually your thing, but I'm glad you came out with us anyway!" You handed him the shot glass and he smells it before drinking it.

"I'm fine," he looks around. It's true, of the friend group Jaemin tended to stay away from these kind of things, but after hearing you, Jeno, and Haechan loudly describing your escapades, Jaemin got an intense wave of FOMO and he decided, fuck it, he's going to go with you all to the next one.

But all it did was remind him how much he hated parties.

Especially when all the lights suddenly shut down.

"Boo! At least turn the music back on!" Someone yells.

"Jaem?" You put your hand on his shoulder to keep track of him. But, as soon as your hand touched his arm, he felt this intense wave of nausea rush through him, and he swallowed down whatever bile threatened to come out. "You okay, bud?"

"Mmhmm," he answered weakly. He shuts his eyes tight and turns his head upwards to ride the sudden discomfort and finally, when the lights turned on, the headache subsided. But it nearly came back when he heard all the screams around him.

"What the hell is going on?!" Someone shouts. Jeno rushes toward you both.

"Guys?!" He looked frantic.

"What? What's wrong?" You felt yourself sobering up quick.

"I can't... I can't take it off!" He tugs on the hook on his hand. He decided to do some overly sexualized Captain Hook and, while it was funny at the time, he looked near crazed trying to pry the hook off his hand.

"Okay, okay, you big baby, hand it over here," you take his hand and start tugging on the hook, but nothing happens, it doesn't budge one bit, "gee, Jen, you really shoved it in here, huh?"

"I guess so but everyone's having trouble taking their costumes off!" He looks at Jaemin and reaches for his ears.

"Dude, don't touch me," Jaemin swats his hand away and Jeno gasps.

"How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Those ears moved."

"No, they didn't."

"They're moving right now!"

"They're not!"

"(Y/N), back me up here!" You look between them and you reach for the wolf ears on Jaemin's head and, when you tugged on it harshly, Jaemin winced.

"Ow! Don't pull my hair like that."

"Jaemin... I didn't pull your hair," you said quietly.

"What?" He looks at you, but your eyes were glued to the top of his head. Jaemin grabs his phone and looks at himself on the screen. "Holy... shit."

"We all just merged with out costumes," Jeno panics. "Well, all except (Y/N). What are you supposed to be again?"

"Slutty and broke college student," you shrugged.

"Oh, well, that's already you so there's nothing to change into."

"You're both bitches for that!" You groaned.

"But dog! You became part-dog!" Jeno exclaims.

"No, this can't be happening," Jaemin slipped out of the chair and stated pacing, and he heard you gasp behind him. "What happened?"

"Babe! You have a tail!" You reached for it and Jaemin instinctively pulled it away from you. But, realizing what he just did, Jaemin looks down at the tail that swished from side to side. "Holy shit."

"Holy fucking shit!"

"My boyfriend's a werewolf!" Your excitement betrayed your concern.

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finn-m-corvex · 1 year ago

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Jaya Week 2023 Day 5: Dance

So guess what guys, we're now two days behind! Yippee! Gonna do my best to get caught up today, but we'll see what happens. This one was hard at first because I didn't have an idea, and then it hit me, and once I started I couldn't really stop. It was great! Although it did turn out a little spicier than I intended, but I guess that's just what I was in the mood to write today. Oh well! COLE AND VANIA ARE PLATONIC IN THIS BY THE WAY DO NOT TAG AS CONIA OR I WILL COMMIT UNSPEAKABLE ACTS!

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TWs: POSSIBLE underage alcohol consumption (I personally headcanon them to be around 21 by Master of the Mountain but just in case), alcohol mention, sex reference (NOTHING explicit but implied), making out, Jay in a suit and Nya in a dress appreciation

[REUPLOAD]

Jay shuffled from his spot in the corner of the large ballroom, watching as dozens of dancers paired up on the floor to perform a gracious waltz. The citizens of Shintaro were more graceful than most of the people he had seen in Ninjago, their alabaster skin shining in the lights of the grand chandelier hanging over their heads. It was the night after they had defeated the Skull Sorceror; Vania’s coronation would be the next morning.

The ballroom itself was beyond gorgeous, just like the rest of the Ivory City. Gold trim wrapped itself in intricate patterns across the walls, creeping up the pillars in the room like glimmering vines. Marble statues stood solemnly at attention in all four corners, each depicting an ancient war hero from Shintaro’s past. Vania had promised Cole to have a statue of his mother commissioned to sit in the grand hall. The floor had been freshly polished, and Jay knew that he would’ve been upset to see the dress shoes scuffing it up if he were one of the workers.

He swirled a glass of punch in his hands; he had promised Nya that he wouldn’t drink until later, not that Jay had been planning on getting wasted. Scanning the room with a careful eye, Jay quickly realized that he and Zane were the only team members in the room at the moment.

Where was everyone else?

Cole jumpscared him from behind, making Jay shout and almost spill his drink all over an older man. The blue ninja apologized profusely before glaring at his best friend.

“Was that really necessary?” Jay grumbled, putting his drink down on the table next to him.

“You know the answer to that,” Cole snickered, and Jay had to remind himself that he was in public. He couldn’t just tackle Cole and start an all-out brawl.

Jay sighed, turning to fully face the earth ninja. “Where did you run off to?”

Shrugging, Cole snatched up Jay’s discarded glass and took a swig. “Vania needed some help with something, why?”

“I haven’t seen Nya in a while,” Jay admitted, taking the glass back after Cole complained about the lack of alcohol. “I’m starting to get worried.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about her. She’s getting ready with Lloyd and Kai,” Cole explained kindly, bumping Jay’s shoulder. “Nya’ll be out soon. Here, come and mingle with me, you always like meeting new people.”

That was a lie, and Jay saw the distraction for what it was, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Jay allowed Cole to whisk him away from his spot against the wall and into the well-dressed crowd.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Sticking as close to Cole’s side as a burr, Jay dutifully did his best to fend off the Shintaroans’ advances. More than a few of the single women on the floor approached him with flirtatious winks and tantilizing grins, all of them asking him in the sweetest tones to dance with them for the night. No one approached Cole, because everyone knew that as soon as Vania was ready and amongst the crowd he would be her dance partner, and no one wanted to upset the new queen.

Jay grimaced when yet another lady tried to attach herself to his arm. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested.”

Huffing, the lady turned away, muttering something about how pretty boys like him shouldn’t be on the floor if they didn’t want to dance. It made Jay’s blood start to boil, and he said something to Cole as the man walked from group to group to exchange pleasantries.

“I just need Nya to get out here, already.” Jay was saying, giving a hard stare to any women who looked his way for too long. Younger him would’ve been ecstatic at all of the attention he was garnering without really considering the implications, but older him was much wiser. And engaged.

“And yet we both know that she’ll have your head if you try to rush her,” Cole said, grabbing up a glass of actual wine and taking a small sip. He must’ve been getting nervous too, Jay noted. Usually he was the best of the human team members at holding off on the liquor.

“True.” Jay conceded, readjusting his tie around his neck. His blue suit was starting to feel suffocating, and Jay really came to realize that he and Cole were sticking out like sore thumbs with their darker suits in the sea of light creams and beiges, with many of the older folks wearing snow-white. Hopefully they weren’t violating some ancient dress code of Shintaro by not wearing anything in white.

Cole held the glass out to him, and Jay hesitated to take it. “Maybe you just need to loosen up a bit-”

You’re not the one who's taken, Jay thought sourly, but he noticed that Cole’s gaze wasn’t on him anymore. Instead, his onyx eyes were fixated on the other side of the room, unblinking. Jay could see the fondness in his face, and he turned to see what all of the commotion was about.

Vania had made her first appearance of the night, dressed in a flowing white dress with a train long enough to cover the entirety of Jay’s parents’ trailer. Golden thread was weaved throughout, nice complimenting the jewelry she was wearing and the large placeholder crown on her head. Her kind face was caked in makeup, but Jay could only really tell because he did makeup himself. She was breathtaking as she came strolling down the stairs that led to her chambers; maybe not Jay’s kind of breathtaking, but beautiful nonetheless.

“That’s my cue, buddy,” Cole said, looking slightly apologetic, “but hey, there’s a spot over by the punch table if you don’t want anyone to bother you.”

“Of course, because I love the punch table,” Jay griped, but he kinew he was only being difficult because it was just him again. His heart sank a little when Cole walked away, even if Jay knew that being Vania’s dance partner was a much more prestigious position than being with his best friend. The table wasn’t far, and Jay quickly reclaimed his post on the closest pillar, sipping actual wine this time to try and soothe his nerves.

Watching the people clear the dance floor for the future queen, Jay marvelled at how gracefully his best friend moved; for being the master of arguably the most rigid of their elements, Cole had some of the most fluid movement on the team. The only ones who could truly best him were Jay himself and Nya, but that was mostly because lightning and water granted them natural flow that couldn’t really be bested. Cole also didn’t have the build to take advantage of his flexible movement, having inherited the classic earth elemental body and not the lithe and poise that Lou possessed.

He and Vania made a good pair, Jay had decided as he watched them dance. Their styles complimented each other well, and Cole looked like he was having the time of his life. Jay knew that Cole wasn’t attracted to her and never would be, but he was glad to see the ravenette enjoying himself regardless. It would be good for Cole to finally have some friends outside of the Ninja group.

Suddenly, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Everyone in the room turned to watch the new figure descending down the stairs, and Jay could feel his already unsteady heartbeat speed up upon seeing her.

“Nya!” Vania exclaimed, leaving Cole on the dance floor and rushing to the foot of the stairs to greet the water ninja.

Jay wanted to follow, but his jaw had dropped onto the floor with his feet frozen on the ground. His Yang looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in what must’ve been the only blue dress in Vania’s wardrobe. It was a light and shimmering aqua, the light refracting off of the fabric and making Nya look like she was shining. Her gray heels clicked on the floor when she landed at the bottom of the steps, her hands covered with silken gloves that stretched to her elbows. Her hair was flowing down her back like a waterfall in large ringlets; it was a sight that Jay didn’t get to see very often, but he cherished it every time he did.

Looking past Vania’s shoulder, Nya locked eyes with him, and his heart stuttered from the small smile that graced her lips. Vania noticed, giving Nya a slight smirk as they parted ways, Nya walking towards her Yin and Vania taking Cole’s arm to rejoin him on the dance floor.

Fixing up his tie and putting his hair back into place, Jay suddenly felt very underdressed. He had thought his simple three-piece suit would be enough (it’s not like he had many options anyway), but if Nya was going to start showing him up like that then he might have to up his game.

Walking out to meet her felt like Jay was in a fairytale, the Prince Charming finally meeting Cinderella for the first time. Ignoring the stares of all the ladies who had been hitting on him, Jay stopped in front of Nya, whose heels propped her up to only an inch or so below his line of sight.

He took her outstretched hand and gave it a kiss with a bow. “May I have this dance, my lady?”

Nya pretended to contemplate the question. “I suppose you may, my lovely gentleman.”

“Only yours,” Jay said happily, taking her hand and spinning her around as the music started back up. They were finally going to get to dance!

Playing Dancey Pants had been a great decision, Jay decided as they twirled around the room, mostly because he knew there was no way in the Cursed Realm he would’ve been able to keep up with everyone else otherwise. He vaguely registered Kai and Lloyd coming down the stairs and joining the celebration, in a red and green suit respectively. Kai had made a beeline for Zane on the other side of the room, offering to dance with him so the nindroid wouldn’t have to keep standing off to the side. Lloyd had joined Cole and Vania, switching off with the earth ninja in an odd three-way dance that made Jay’s head spin if he stared at it for too long.

A kiss was pressed to his lips and Jay startled. Oh, right. He was dancing too.

Thankfully his Yang only giggled, quickly compensating for his misstep and keeping their rhythm. “You with me, Jay?”

“I am,” he answered smoothly. He pressed his own kiss to Nya’s lips, deeper this time, letting his hand slide down her waist. She made a small noise, letting her own hand cup the back of his neck and mess with the baby hairs on his nape. There was a suspicious sparkle in her when they parted, and Jay was very suddenly reminded of the fact that he had been drinking. Nya had probably tasted the fruitiness of the alcohol on his breath.

“Did you start drinking without me?” Nya was actually pouting, and Jay had to restrain his belly laugh to a hearty chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“My nerves were getting to me,” he admitted, “and I didn’t want that to ruin our night. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as you get me something, I don’t care,” Nya said with a wink, and Jay already knew that some very promiscuous things were going to go down tonight.

He was quick to snatch a wine glass off of a passing tray, holding it out to Nya with one of his signature grins like an offering. Nya took it with a smile of her own, chugging it and gracefully putting it on the table next to them. Jay hadn’t realized that she was directing them to the far side of the room where the least people were located, including the rest of their group.

Nya slid her hand down to his waist, hooking one of her thumbs in his belt loop and letting the rest of her fingers drum against his thigh. Her other hand rested on Jay’s cheek, and he shuddered when she ran her thumb across his jaw. She was a little red in the face, and Jay was suddenly a little suspicious of how much she may have had to drink.

“Did you drink before you got down here?” he asked quietly, his own hand coming to rest on her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone.

She hummed. “A little. Kai got me a shot of whiskey from the kitchen, or that’s what I hope it was. They’ve got some strong stuff in Shintaro.”

“They gotta deal with the isolation somehow,” Jay quipped, and his heart soared when Nya chuckled. “You sure you should be drinking any more, then? We still have to leave tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to let loose tonight and have a little fun,” without warning, she shot forward and caught his lips with hers, and Jay was more than happy to let himself get lost in the current that was his Yang. They swayed with the music, and he felt Nya’s body press closer to his like two puzzle pieces. Her hand buried itself in his hair, pulling when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, Jay forced himself to pull away, ignoring the way his mouth tingled from his element in favor of staring at Nya in all of her half-drunken and quite eager glory.

“We need some privacy for this part,” he whispered, starting to pull her away to where their quarters were located. He ignored Lloyd and Zane’s questioning looks, Kai’s face of unbridled disgust and Cole’s enthusiastic thumbs-up in favor of pulling Nya along beside him. “I have a different kind of dance in mind.”

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