#v: baby you're a haunted house

[ofviolentdeath]

Pete

"I sort of come with the hou--wait, you can see me?"

[rafeandonlyrafe]

devotee

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, MURDER!, DARK!RAFE but also equally soft!rafe, rafe is clearly mentally fucked uppppp omds, lets just say reader is very forgiving, descriptions of blood and gore, vomiting, pregnancy, semi public sex

you pant heavily as you look around the room, knowing the sight will haunt you for the rest of your life. your clothes are splattered with blood, but not your own.

you should have known this would happen. you blame yourself as you stare at the growing pool of blood around your boyfriends body. there's no point trying to save him, he's long gone, his eyes open and eerily staring at the ceiling, but theres nothing behind them.

you feel sick, and you make no move towards the bathroom. there's no point when the room is already a mess as you lean forward and vomit all over the carpet.

“aww, baby.” rafe coos, dropping the knife to the ground as he gathers your hair into a ponytail, holding it away from your face as you empty your stomach. 

“it's okay.” his words and the hand that is stroking up and down your back is soft, completely opposite of the heinous violent act he just committed.

you're unharmed, of course. rafe would never hurt you. his obsession runs far too deep.

“he's gone now.” rafe says as you stand up, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, snot dripping from your nose that you don't bother to wipe away. 

“rafe-” you mutter. the only word that you can get out is his name.

“oh, baby.” he pulls you into his chest. you don't fight back, releasing a sob, part out of guilt for finding his hold comforting, but mostly for your boyfriend dead on the floor.

you should have known rafe would come after him. even though you broke up with rafe a month ago, he never processed that you actually weren't together anymore. it's like his brain couldn't accept it.

so when you moved on, found a new guy who you liked decent enough, it only took rafe a week before barging in and ending him, thinking he was saving you.

“i got you.” rafe says, feeling you shake against him.

you can't get yourself to pull away, even as the metallic coppery smell hits your nostrils.

“let's get you home and then ill clean you up, okay?” rafe says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “ive missed you so much baby. the house feels so empty without you.”

“rafe-” you whine out.

“shh, don't try to talk.” he lifts you up so effortlessly it takes you a moment to realize that you're now off your feet, cradled in his big strong arms. “just let me take care of you.”

you know you should run, should scream, should call 911 and tell them everything. you should feel sadder for your boyfriend. you liked him. not like you love rafe, though, so you keep your mouth shut as he carries you out of the house and into his car, gently setting you in the passenger seat. he reaches across and grabs the buckle, doing it up for you before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

the ride home is silent, your hand held in rafes as he breaks the speed limit to get you back to tanneyhill.

“you're home now.” rafe says as he pulls into the driveway.

you wait for rafe to round the car and let you out, of course once again scooping you into his arms. you never have to open a door when around rafe, or even lift a finger if you don't want to. 

he would be the perfect guy, sweet and utterly in love with you, if that love didn't distort reality.

“where was i?” you ask. “this last month?”

“you were having some time to yourself before that asshole tried to take you away from me.” rafes face turns sour at the mention of him. “but you're back now, so we don't need to worry about it.”

of course no mention of a breakup as rafe carries you right into the master bathroom. he sets you down on the counter before turning on the bath, adding a hefty amount of your favorite bath soak.

“what if the police come after you?” you question.

“they won't.” rafe says, walking over and cupping your cheek. “are you worried about me?”

you nod. you absolutely are. you don't know what you would do without rafe. even during your “break up”, he still paid for the rent of your apartment, sent you lunch and dinner every day, and texted you the sweetest things that always made your heartbeat a little faster.

“we’ll be fine baby, i promise.” rafes hands begin to work at taking your clothes off. you don't stop him, there's no point, he's seen it all before.

rafe undresses himself next before turning the water off once the tub is mostly filled, leaving enough space for both of you to soak together.

“ready?” he questions, thumb stroking against your cheek.

another nod and rafe is placing you in the bathtub before climbing in himself. 

you dunk yourself under the warm water, needing to get every drop of blood off of you. when you come back up, the water is tinted slightly red that almost makes you throw up again.

“i have a vacation planned for us.” rafe says. “to the seychelles, but if you want to go somewhere else-”

“that sounds nice.” you interrupt him. it really does. you need to get away from the outer banks for a while, maybe longer. 

“what if we moved?” you question. there's no point in pretending that you'll ever be without rafe. a breakup is clearly impossible, and with that month away, you realize that's not what you actually want.

“to where?” rafe asks, quirking his head to the side curiously. he's always wanting to know more about how your thoughts work, needing to learn everything he can about you.

“anywhere but here. maybe europe. london. madrid.” you shrug. “i just want a change of… scenery.”

a different town, a different country, maybe a different rafe. one where you don't know anyone for him to get jealous of and “rescue” you from.

“we'll figure it out after our vacation.” rafe offers, and you nod, falling into silence as he moves closer, glad the big tub allows for it as you cuddle together, eyes peacefully closing as you rest your head against his chest.

--

the resort is full of couples, mostly newlyweds happy and smiling and kissing, so it was natural when you sat down on rafes thigh to kiss him.

you hadn't realized how much you missed his lips, his hold, his touch, his cock.

rafe clenches his thigh muscle, hands coming to your hips and pushing you down onto his thigh, your bikini bottoms barely acting as a barrier as you let out a moan.

“rafe.” you moan out, keeping your voice quiet.

you're in a secluded cabana, but couples have occasionally walked past, able to see through the sheer white curtains surrounding the plush bedding.

“right here. right now.” rafe says. 

he didn't fuck you that night you came back to him, knowing you needed the rest. he didn't last night either, your first night on the island. the flight was long and you were excited to be somewhere new, so by the time you got back to your room, your were exhausted.

“but the people-”

“if anyone looks at us, ill just kill them.” rafe says.

you know it should worry you, that your first thought is then you'll have to cut your vacation short, but as rafe bounces his thigh, all care goes out the window.

“everyone here is drunk anyways.” you still keep your voice low as rafe lays back, switching so you're underneath him. “they probably won't notice.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, pushing his hips between your legs, parting your thighs as his crotch aligns with yours, rubbing his already hard cock against your covered pussy.

“tell me.” rafe says, burying his head into your neck.

you instantly know what he means. “you're my first. you're my only.”

it's the truth. you could never imagine sleeping with another guy. rafe is all you know, and all you'll ever know.

rafe reaches down, pulling his cock out but leaving his swim shorts as best in place as he can before tugging your bikini bottoms to the side.

rafe pushes into you in one smooth motion, making you moan out as your head tips back.

rafe stills despite the urge to obliterate you, allowing you time to adjust to his cock back inside of you.

“missed this.” you whine. “i-i love you so much rafe.”

“i love you so much more baby. id do anything for you.” including kill. the words go unsaid. they don't need to be spoken aloud.

rafe begins to swing his hips, pushing into you in slow and relaxed strokes, allowing you to build up slowly.

“fuck.” you whine out. “you feel so good.”

“me?” rafe chuckles dryly. “your pussy is so warm and wet baby, it's perfect. i would stay inside you forever if i could.”

you smile up at rafe, allowing yourself to forget the past and enjoy the way he's slowly moving faster, thrusting deeper and harder into you.

rafe cups his hand over your chest, squeezing your breast before moving the bikini top to the side to set your nipple free.

he's quick to arch his back and lock his mouth around your nipple until it hardens, his tongue flicking over the bud without a care for the path just outside your cabana.

“perfect body, baby. so perfect.” rafe switches sides, moaning around your chest. “everything about you is perfect.”

“i love you.” you want to say it over and over again. you pull rafes face to meet yours, kissing him deeply. “i love you.” you repeat.

“i love you.” rafe grunts out, keeping his hips thrusting forward. “ill never leave you. you're mine. im yours.”

--

you breath in the madrid air, letting the sun warm your face as you wait for rafe to return home to your new apartment.

when you casually mentioned wanting coffee, he was out the door as quickly as he could.

“baby!” rafe calls, heading through the rooms until he reaches the balcony. the smile on his face is infectious as he hands you a cup, of course the largest size, and if you wanted more, he'd be out the door again.

“don't think i can drink all this.” you giggle as you take the cup from him.

“ill just dump the rest.” rafe shrugs. he's so much calmer now that he's out of the outer banks. you've put everything behind you, deciding to start a new the moment your plane landed.

“it's not recommended.” you say. rafes eyebrows scrunch together, trying to understand what you mean.

“im only supposed to have a cup a day, but i still need to find a good doctor in madrid. one that specializes in what im going through.”

“what…” rafe mumbles, mind working overtime. you set your cup down as he thinks, already expecting his reaction when he works it out.

“you're pregnant!” rafe pulls you into his arms, the brightest smile you've ever seen on his face as he hugs and kisses you.

“you're going to be a dad.” you whisper into his ear, feeling tears hit your shoulder.

[kckt88]

Demon In My Dreams II

Summary:

'Sleep those little slices of death, how I loathe them' - Edgar Allen Poe

Despites his best efforts, Aemond is still tormented by the horrors of a future that will never come to pass.

Warning(s): Language, Haunting, Torment, Dream Invasion, Horror, Referenced Character Deaths, Unce/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, P in V, Remorse, Regret, Strangulation, Child Birth.

AEMOND x O.C NIECE

INSPIRED BY THE SONG - 'MOTIONLESS IN WHITE - THE DEMON IN YOUR DREAMS'

Word Count: - 7939

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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"Otto plans to usurp the Iron Throne and have Aegon crowned as King," Aemond declared, his voice firm but tinged with desperation.

Daemon's eyes narrowed with suspicion. He drew his sword, Dark Sister, and held the tip against Aemond's throat. "Why should we believe that you would betray your grandsire?" he asked, his tone cold and threatening.

Aemond glanced down at the sword and then looked pleadingly at Rhaenyra. "Please, listen to me. My grandsire will claim that crowning Aegon will prevent a war, but it will only serve to start one. The realm will be divided, and many will die-"

He looked over at Lucaera, then back to Rhaenyra, his expression earnest and full of sorrow. "You will lose both of your daughters," he said, gesturing to Rhaenyra's pregnant belly, "-then Jacaerys and Viserys will die in a battle against the Triarchy in the Gullet."

Rhaenyra gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she fell towards Daemon, her hands gripping his tunic.

“M-My babies-” whimpered Rhaenyra.

Daemon's grip on his sword tightened, as he pressed the sharp point further into Aemond’s throat, causing a small rivulet of blood to run down his throat.

“You do realise what will happen to your cunt of a grandsire if your words prove true?” asked Daemon.

“Yes-I do, all I ask is that my mother, siblings and the children be spared, they had no knowledge of such plots” replied Aemond.

"Swear to me that you speak the truth” demanded Rhaenyra.

"I swear on our ancestors that I’m telling you the truth. I know it sounds unbelievable, but if nobody had believed Daenys the Dreamer, then House Targaryen wouldn't have survived the Doom”

Rhaenyra looked towards Daemon who’s eyes searched Aemond's face for any sign of deceit. After a tense moment, he slowly lowered Dark Sister, but his expression remained wary. "If you're lying, I'll kill you myself."

Aemond took a deep breath, his relief palpable but tempered by the gravity of the situation. "I understand. But I am telling the truth. We must act quickly to prevent the bloodshed that my grandsire's plan will cause."

Rhaenyra straightened, her resolve hardening as she wiped away her tears. "What do you propose we do?"

Aemond met her gaze, determination shining in his eye. "I seek your permission to marry Lucaera. It will unite our families, as my father wished."

Daemon raised an eyebrow, his scepticism still evident as he leaned on his sword "-And it has nothing at all to do with Lucaera being the heir to Driftmark?-as a mere second son with nothing of his own to inherit, becoming Consort Lord is quite the bounty"

Aemond shook his head, his voice steady. "No. I don't care about that. I care about her, and I believe our union will bring strength and peace to our family"

Daemon scoffed, his scepticism turning to open derision. "You care about her? Didn't seem like you cared about her when you were making your little toast. Tell me, nephew, what could have happened between then and now-for you to change your opinion so quickly?"

Aemond looked at Lucaera, who stepped forward, her face resolute. "He came to my chambers, and we laid together” she declared, her voice steady.

A few seconds of silence followed her confession before Daemon burst into laughter. "Years of ire all forgotten because you got your cock wet?" he taunted.

Rhaenyra elbowed Daemon sharply in the ribs, cutting off his laughter. She turned to Aemond, her expression serious. "Are your intentions towards my daughter true, Aemond? You claim to care about her, but Lucaera is, after all, the one who cut out your eye."

Aemond took a deep breath, meeting Rhaenyra's gaze. "What I saw was enough to make me realize that holding on to my anger would only cause more pain and suffering-my intentions towards Lucy are true-”

Rhaenyra's eyes softened as she looked between her daughter and Aemond. "Lucaera, is this what you want?"

Lucaera stepped forward, her hand finding Aemond's. "Yes. I-I care for him also and I wish to marry him."

“What do think Daemon?” asked Rhaenyra, her hand slowly running over her round stomach.

Daemon studied them both for a long moment, his eyes searching Aemond's face for any hint of deceit.

Finally, he nodded, though his expression remained guarded. "Very well. But know this, Aemond: if you betray her, then there will be no place in this realm that you can hide from me."

Aemond met Daemon's gaze without flinching. "I understand, and I swear that I will never betray Lucaera”.

After many hours of discussion with Rhaenyra and Daemon, Aemond and Lucaera finally made it back to his chambers. He was exhausted, yet sleep eluded him, his mind still racing.

He had just given Daemon the names of all those planning to repudiate the succession, and after informing Rhaenyra that tonight was the night their father would die, she had rushed off to be with him.

Lucaera had offered to go with her, but Aemond had refused to let go of her hand, almost as if he was making sure she was truly there and not some figment of his imagination.

Even now, as the two of them lay in bed, Aemond had coiled himself around her, his hand resting on her stomach. The feel of her warm body next to his was a comfort, a reminder that this was real, that she was here with him.

Lucaera turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes soft and concerned. "Aemond," she whispered, "You need to rest. You’ve done all you can for now."

Aemond shook his head, his grip tightening around her. "I can't sleep, Lucaera. My mind-it won't stop, I worry that all of this is some cruel jest and once I wake up then I will have lost you”

"You won't," she promised, her voice steady and reassuring. "I'm here with you, and I’m not going anywhere."

For a long time, they lay there in silence, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. Aemond's thoughts were a whirlwind, but the feel of Lucaera in his arms, the steady rise and fall of her breathing, began to ground him.

Eventually, his eyelid grew heavy, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to him. He tightened his hold on Lucaera one last time before sleep finally claimed him,

Aemond stood on the beach, the skies above illuminated by flashes of lightning, Storm's End a dark silhouette in the distance. The wind whipped around him, carrying the salty tang of the sea.

His eye scanned the shoreline until it fell upon a figure lying face down in the sand. Panic surged through him as he instantly knew who it was.

He sprinted towards Lucaera, his heart pounding in his chest. Kneeling down, he rolled her over and screamed in horror.

Her appearance was grotesque—torn skin, missing limbs, maggots crawling through open wounds. The stench of decay hit him like a physical blow, and he retched, vomiting into the sand beside her.

Suddenly, Lucaera's rotten hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength.

Aemond tried to pull away, but her grip was unyielding. He screamed again, louder, his voice mingling with the howling wind. As her fingers tightened, he felt the world around him shift and blur.

Aemond lurched awake, his heart racing and sweat pouring down his face. He was back in his chambers at the Red Keep, the familiar surroundings slowly coming into focus.

Lucaera lay next to him, peacefully asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He sat up, holding his head in his hands, but he couldn't stop shaking. The vivid nightmare clung to him, refusing to fade.

He glanced over at Lucaera, reassuring himself that she was whole and unharmed. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to steady himself. The feel of her rotten, decaying hand still haunted him, the image of her mangled body seared into his mind.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the horrific vision to leave him, but it lingered, like a dark shadow on the edge of his consciousness.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. He paced the room, running a trembling hand through his hair. The silence of the night offered no comfort, only amplifying the echoes of his nightmare.

The Red Keep was on lockdown, the tension palpable in the air as guards stood at every entrance, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.

Inside the Great Hall, the assembled crowd murmured with curiosity and unease. At the foot of the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra stood solemnly, her expression stern as she gazed out at those in attendance.

Alicent, Aegon, and Helaena stood to one side, their faces drawn with worry. Aemond stood with Lucaera, his grip on her hand firm and reassuring. Jace, Baela, Rhaena, Daemon, and Rhaenys were also present, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

As the whispers began to quiet down, Rhaenyra stepped forward. Her voice was clear and steady as she announced, "It is my duty to inform you of the sad news that last night, King Viserys, passed away"

A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd, the weight of her words sinking in. Rhaenyra allowed a moment for the news to settle before she continued, her tone growing firmer.

"There has been a treasonous plot to repudiate the rightful succession and have Aegon crowned instead of me."

Angry shouts erupted from the crowd, voices rising in indignation.

"Treason!"

"Theft!"

Rhaenyra raised a hand, quieting them. "The main conspirators—Otto Hightower, Tyland Lannister, Jasper Wylde, Maester Orwyle, Ser Criston Cole and Larys Strong—have been confined to the black cells, where they await their punishment."

She turned to Alicent, her expression softening slightly. "I will grant mercy to you and your children. On my honour, no harm shall come to you. I only seek one thing in return."

Aemond took a step forward and nudged Aegon, who shuffled forward reluctantly. He stood in front of Rhaenyra and, after a moment's hesitation, dropped to one knee.

His voice was clear as he declared, "I have no desire to rule and no taste for duty. I recognize that Rhaenyra as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

Rhaenyra nodded, and Aegon quickly returned to stand next to Alicent, his relief evident.

Rhaenyra then turned to the assembly, a hint of a smile on her lips. "To unite our family in the wake of such treason, I am happy to announce the betrothal of my brother Aemond to my daughter Lucaera."

Jace’s face darkened at the news of his sister’s betrothal. His displeasure was evident in the tight line of his mouth and the furrow in his brow. Before he could voice his objections, Daemon shot him a warning glare, silencing him with a look that spoke volumes.

Rhaenyra continued, her voice unwavering. "The King's funeral will take place tomorrow. The day after, I will be crowned in the Dragon Pit. Where all the smallfolk can witness my coronation and see our family fully united, as my father wished."

The announcement was met with a murmur of approval from some and apprehension from others. The significance of the event was not lost on anyone; it was a moment to solidify the Targaryen legacy and ensure the realm's stability.

Rhaenyra’s gaze swept across the room, lingering briefly on Aemond and Lucaera, before moving to Jace. She gave him a slight nod, acknowledging his feelings but also affirming her decision.

Aemond stood tall beside Lucaera, his hand still holding hers. Despite the turmoil of the past, he felt a sense of resolve. He glanced at Lucaera, who gave him a reassuring smile.

Rhaenyra concluded, "In this time of mourning and transition, it is crucial that we stand together. Our father's dream of a united Targaryen family will not be in vain. Together, we will honour his legacy and lead the realm into a new era of peace and prosperity."

Aemond stood in the throne room of the Red Keep, his eyes fixed on the gruesome scene before him. His grandsire, Otto Hightower, and the others who had conspired against Rhaenyra were being executed for their treason.

Daemon wielded Dark Sister with cold efficiency, each swing of the blade bringing an end to a traitor's life.

Aemond's gaze drifted upward, jumping slightly as he caught sight of Lucaera standing across from him.

Her face was twisted and grotesque, strips of flesh hanging from her body like ghastly banners. He shook his head, trying to dispel the vision.

"It's just a dream, it's not real," he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Lucaera was standing right in front of him. She seized his face in her hands, her grip like iron as she pulled him toward her.

Her breath was cold against his lips as she tried to kiss him. Aemond struggled to pull away, but her strength was overwhelming.

"What's the matter? Don't you think I'm pretty like this?" Lucaera mocked, her voice dripping with malice as she dug her nails into his face.

Aemond quickly lurched backwards, colliding with the wall. He blinked, and the vision was gone. Everyone was staring at him.

The hall was silent except for the thudding of his heart in his ears. Lucaera, whole and unblemished, looked at him with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Aemond nodded quickly, though his body was still shaking. He took Lucaera's hand, gripping it tightly as if she might vanish at any moment.

The rest of the executions continued, but Aemond's mind was elsewhere, trapped between the nightmare and reality.

Aemond lay in bed, his face pressed gently against Lucaera's stomach, listening to the soft rise and fall of her breath as she slept. His voice barely a whisper, he murmured, "Are you in there?" and then, more softly, "My son-my boy"

Careful not to wake her, he continued in a hushed tone, "No matter what, you will know you are wanted, and you will know that I love you. I know that I'm not going to be a perfect father, but I will try my best." Aemond placed a tender kiss on Lucaera's stomach, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away.

Silently, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Lucaera's peaceful slumber. He moved with practiced quiet, pulling on his tunic and breeches. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

He couldn't sleep. His mind was too restless, filled with his fears over his nightmares. Needing to clear his head, he decided to head to the library.

The Red Keep was silent at this hour, the halls empty save for the occasional guard on patrol. Aemond made his way to the library, the familiar scent of old parchment and leather-bound books greeting him as he entered.

Aemond wandered through the aisles, his fingers trailing along the spines of books until he found one that caught his eye.

He settled into a chair by the window, the book resting in his lap, but his mind wandered back to Lucaera and their potential child.

He hoped that they would find out soon, that maybe it would shine some light in the darkness that had settled around him.

-

Aemond opened his eye and groaned, running his hands over his face. He was still in the library, slumped over a desk with a half-read book before him.

He must have fallen asleep. He closed the book, intending to return it to its shelf when he heard a hauntingly familiar voice singing sweetly.

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis” (Fire breather, winged leader, but two heads, to a third sing).

“Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan” (With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing).

“Hae mērot gierūli:, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī” (As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely).

Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he moved around the bookcases, drawn to the eerie melody. He rounded a corner and saw a figure sitting in one of the chairs. He moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest, and then he saw Lucaera.

She was sitting serenely, something cradled in her lap. Aemond approached, a sense of dread washing over him. As he drew nearer, he gasped in horror when he saw what she was holding.

It was Jaehaerys, and she was sewing his head back on.

"Finally come to look upon the consequences of your actions, uncle?" Lucaera's voice was cold, cutting through him.

Aemond shook his head, trying to dispel the vision before him.

"Not that you accept responsibility, of course—it's always somebody else's fault."

He tried to leave, but his feet were rooted to the spot. Lucaera slowly stood up, pressing the boy into Aemond’s arms.

He looked down at the body of his nephew and jumped when his eyes suddenly opened.

"Apologize for the bad stitching, but then I've never really been one for sewing," said Lucaera, her tone mocking. "Haven't got the fingers for it," she added, holding up her hands.

Aemond audibly grimaced as he noticed that some of her fingers were missing, torn of at the knuckle.

"I'm sorry, I’m so sorry" Aemond kept repeating, his voice a desperate plea.

But Lucaera didn't listen. As she walked toward him, her limbs began twisting and contorting, her flesh peeling away.

Aemond lurched awake, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He was slumped over a desk in the library, drenched in sweat. He didn't bother putting the book away; he simply turned and fled.

The Sept was a vision of grandeur, filled with lords and ladies adorned in their finest attire, their faces glowing in the light of countless candles.

At the altar, the High Septon stood with a solemn air, ready to conduct the sacred ceremony that would unite two powerful houses.

Aemond, resplendent in his red and black attire, stood tall and proud. His single eye was fixed on Lucaera, who approached him with a grace that took his breath away.

She wore a gown of shimmering white lace, her long hair cascading in dark waves over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and love.

The ceremony commenced with the High Septon intoning ancient words, calling upon the Seven to bless their union.

When it came time for Aemond to drape his cloak over Lucaera’s shoulders, signifying her joining his house, she leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I’m with child.”

Aemond’s eye widened in surprise, and then a joyous laugh escaped his lips. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, causing a few titters of amusement to ripple through the gathered guests.

The High Septon cleared his throat, a slight smile playing at his lips, “We haven’t got to that part yet.”

Blushing slightly, Aemond and Lucaera pulled back, but their hands remained intertwined, their eyes locked on each other.

The ceremony continued with the High Septon binding their joined hands with a ribbon of gold and silver, symbolizing their unity.

“We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,” the High Septon proclaimed.

He then declared, “Let it be known that Aemond of House Targaryen and Lucaera of House Velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”

In unison, Aemond and Lucaera recited, “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger-” Their voices were steady and filled with conviction.

Aemond continued, “I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

Lucaera followed, her voice soft yet firm, “I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

Finally, Aemond declared, “With this kiss, I pledge my love,” and leaned in to seal their vows with a kiss.

As their lips met, a cheer erupted from the gathered crowd, and the Great Sept was filled with the sound of applause and joyous exclamations. The kiss lingered, full of promise and devotion, and when they finally parted, both were beaming.

Hand in hand, they turned to face their family and friends, united in love and purpose, ready to face whatever the future held together.

The throne room of the Red Keep had been transformed into a vision of splendour for the wedding celebration.

Banners of black and red intertwined with the silver and sea blue of House Velaryon, symbolizing the union of the two families.

Queen Rhaenyra, resplendent in her royal attire, presided over the event with a serene smile, determined to show the realm that her family was united at last.

Helaena, radiant and cheerful, sat at a table talking animatedly with Baela and Rhaena. The three young women shared laughter and stories, their camaraderie adding a light-heartedness to the atmosphere.

Aegon, as expected, was well into his cups, his cheeks flushed with wine as he made merry with a few of the other lords. Jace and Daeron, sat together, exchanging jests and laughter, the beginnings of a new bond of friendship.

At the high table, Alicent sat next to Rhaenyra, her demeanour slightly tense but making a genuine effort to engage in conversation.

Rhaenyra, in turn, responded warmly, trying to ease her old friends nerves. Daemon, ever vigilant, sat nearby with his hand casually resting on the hilt of Dark Sister, his eyes constantly scanning the room for any signs of trouble.

At the centre of it all were the newlyweds, Aemond and Lucaera. They sat close together, leaning into one another and whispering words of love, their eyes reflecting a happiness that had long eluded them.

They shared secret smiles and gentle touches, oblivious to the noise and bustle around them.

As the evening wore on, the call for the bedding ceremony was made. Aegon, suddenly more animated, began to make crude suggestions, but one fierce look and a whispered threat of murder from Aemond was enough to silence him.

Lucaera and Aemond exchanged amused glances and managed to slip away amidst the laughter and cheers, leaving the revelry behind.

Inside their chambers, the atmosphere shifted to one of intimacy and tenderness. Lucaera leapt into Aemond’s arms, her kisses raining down on his face as she giggled with joy.

Aemond’s laughter joined hers as they tumbled onto the bed, their limbs entwined in a playful embrace.

“I love you,” Lucaera whispered between kisses, her hands cupping his face.

Aemond smiled, his eye softening as he gazed at her. “And I love you”

Aemond traced his nose gently along Lucaera's stomach, his breath warm against her skin.

"Rytsas issa byka zaldrīzes," he whispered tenderly, his voice filled with love and awe (Hello my little dragon).

Lucaera's fingers wove through Aemond's long silver hair, her touch light and affectionate. A soft smile played on her lips as she watched him, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart. Aemond began to press delicate kisses along her stomach, his lips brushing against her skin with reverence.

“Aemond” whispered Lucaera as he moved lower, his hot breath tickling her skin as he moved his head between her legs.

“Nyke jaelagon ao” whispered Aemond (I want you).

“Gūrogon issa” replied Lucaera her eyes rolling into the back of her head as his tongue swept across her slick wet folds (Take me).

Lucaera bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Let me hear you”.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” begged Lucaera

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Lucaera, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake, his tongue moving against her folds, his lips wrapping around her pearl.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Lucaera arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Lucaera’s body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

His hands gently cupping her breasts before he sucked one of the sensitive rosy buds into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the stiffened peak.

“I can’t wait to see these filled with milk-” groaned Aemond as he pressed his face in between her breasts.

“F-For our babe” muttered Lucaera as she felt Aemond’s cock against her.

“Surely you won’t deny me a taste of your mother’s milk issa jorrāelagon” replied Aemond as he reached down to take his hard cock in his hand, running the tip through her wet folds (My love).

“P-Please valzȳrys” begged Lucaera (Husband).

Aemond smiled as he slowly sheathed himself inside her, until his hips came to rest against hers.

“You feel so good-” moaned Aemond as hestarted to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife’s warm wet walls clenching around his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Lucaera.

"Patience, issa dōna" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up Lucaera’ neck (My sweet).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Lucaera as he withdrew almost all of the way before slamming back in.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse her nails digging into his skin.

 “Gods, Lucaera" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me. I-I want it-I want you”.

Aemond groaned loudly, his pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the wooden headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Aemond lifted Lucaera’ legs onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet cunny.

Lucaera folded her arms above her head as she moved her hips, meeting Aemond thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Lucaera.

“That’s it baby-come for me” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock.

Aemond could feel the tension in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to come. Not yet.

Not even waiting for her orgasm to fully subside, Aemond moved Lucaera’ legs off his shoulders and manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Lucaera, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

"Gevie" growled Aemond as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of her arse cheek (Beautiful).

"AEMOND" screeched Lucaera, her finger digging into the sheets.

"Fuck-one day I want to take you here, if you let me" moaned Aemond as he slid a finger over her pucked hole.

"Yessss-I'll let you" wailed Lucaera.

"I want to possess every inch of you" muttered Aemond as he took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside Lucaera once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

"Oohhh A-Aemond. Qȳbor" whimpered Lucaera (Uncle).

“Fuck” groaned Aemond.

“God. Yes” moaned Lucaera.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

Lucaera took one of Aemonds hands that was on her hip and brought it towards her head.

Knowing what she wanted, Aemond placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress, her back arching. His cock reaching deep inside her as he moved with such ferocity it could rival an animal, his long silver hair unbound and sticking to his sweaty back.

Aemond then grasped both of Lucaera’ arms and held them behind her back as he pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

Her screams of pleasure muffled by the mattress.

 “Yes. Lucaera-that’s it-that's it-take it, fucking take it” moaned Aemond.

He took hold of Lucaera’s hair, twisting his fingers into the messy dark curls before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held Lucaera tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

One hand grasped her hip, his blunt fingers digging into her flesh. Whilst his other released her hair and moved to her throat, squeezing gently, as he pounds into her.

“Give it to me please” pleaded Lucaera her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder.

"That's it-that’s my good girl" whispered Aemond.

Lucaera turned her head to face his, her lips connecting with his in a messy, passionate kiss, their tongues sliding against one another.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside Lucaera.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from her wet heat and propped himself up against the headboard.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Lucaera breathlessly.

 “Ride me baby” replied Aemond as he pulled Lucaera on top of him. His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

“A-Aemond” muttered Lucaera as she began to roll her hips.

“You feel so good my beautiful wife-so full of me, my seed already taking root-” replied Aemond placing his hands on her hips and moving her up and down.

 “Oh-” gasped Lucaera.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”

Lucaera dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Lucaera as he sat up, moving his hand to her breast again and taking her nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

 “AEMOND” screamed Lucaera as she came around his cock.

 Her husband threw her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end.

“God. Lucaera” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled rope after rope of his seed, collapsing on top of his wife, breathing hard.

Aemond woke with a start sometime in the night. The room was dark and still, but he immediately sensed something was wrong.

He reached out, his hand trembling as it brushed against Lucaera's body. Her skin felt cold, unnaturally so. Panic surged through him as he took hold of her and rolled her over.

A scream of pure horror tore from his throat. Her face was a decayed, grotesque visage, eyes lifeless and skin peeling away. He scrambled off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor, his heart pounding wildly.

When he stood back up, the bed was empty, the linens undisturbed.

Breathing heavily, he looked around the room, his eyes wide with fear. He felt a presence behind him, cold and malevolent.

He turned slowly, dreading what he would see. Lucaera stood there, smiling at him, her rotten face inches from his own.

"Why do you keep tormenting me?" he pleaded, his voice breaking.

She didn't answer. Her smile widened, and her mouth opened, releasing a torrent of maggots that poured over him.

Aemond screamed again, thrashing as the creatures crawled over his skin.

He woke up with a jolt, his body drenched in sweat. Lucaera was instantly at his side, her eyes filled with concern as she held him.

"Aemond, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm.

He babbled incoherently, "She won't leave me alone. She keeps coming. What else must I do?"

"Shh, shh" Lucaera soothed, running her fingers through his hair. "It was just a bad dream"

Aemond clung to her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her neck. Her warmth and the sound of her steady heartbeat grounded him, slowly easing his panic.

"You're safe," she whispered, holding him tightly. "I'm here with you, always."

Aemond's breathing began to steady as he absorbed her words. He nodded against her neck, taking comfort in her presence, even as the remnants of the nightmare continued to haunt him.

In the months that followed, Lucaera's stomach swelled with their child, a visible sign of their union and the future that lay ahead.

Yet, despite the joy that should have accompanied this time, Aemond found himself increasingly on edge. The lack of sleep gnawed at his sanity, making him delirious.

The grotesque visage of Lucaera haunted him more than ever, appearing in the halls, at mealtimes, and even when he sought solace with Vhagar. There was no escape from the torment.

Desperation drove him to visit Harrenhal, seeking counsel from Alys.

Her cryptic advice that ‘he must endure, that he might see the truth but not yet feel the  weight of it’, left him feeling more desolate and confused.

He returned to King's Landing with a heavy heart, unsure of how much longer he could cope. Sleepless nights wore him down, his performance in the training yard deteriorated, and he felt trapped in a relentless cycle of exhaustion.

Confiding in Lucaera was out of the question. She was with child, and he couldn't risk causing her any distress.

In his desperation, he turned to Aegon, seeking distraction in his brother's reckless company. But even that escape led to further turmoil when Aegon lured him to a brothel on the streets of Silk.

The visit was brief, as Aemond had left immediatley, but not brief enough.

As Lucaera found out and, in a fit of rage, she had banished him from their chambers for a week.

Aemond was left in despair, barely holding on until Lucaera agreed to hear him out.

Aegon confirmed his innocence, and he was allowed back into their bed, but the nightmares persisted, each one as terrifying as the last.

Lucaera was nearing the end of her pregnancy, and Aemond's struggle had reached a breaking point.

Confined to their chambers, he refused to see or speak to anyone else. Rhaenyra had suggested giving him dream wine to help him sleep, but Aemond had stubbornly refused.

One morning, as he sat in their chambers, having breakfast with Lucaera, the grotesque image of her suddenly appeared before him. His heart raced, and he flew from his chair, pressing his back against the wall.

"Leave me alone!" he raged, his voice raw with desperation.

Lucaera, rose from her seat, concern etched across her face. "Aemond, what's wrong?"

But Aemond wouldn't listen. He kept begging to be left alone, his mind clouded with terror. When she placed her hand on his shoulder, his panic erupted into violence.

He wrapped his hands around her throat, driven by the maddening hallucination.

"If you won't leave me alone, I'll make you," he roared, his grip tightening.

Lucaera struggled against him, gasping for breath. "Aemond, stop," she wheezed, her eyes wide with fear.

But all he saw was the grotesque visage, her skin falling away in clumps as his fingers dug into what he perceived as rotted flesh. He was determined to rid himself of this torment, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

Then, a small voice broke through the chaos. "Daddy."

Aemond looked up to see Aerion standing next to the bed, clutching a stuffed dragon teddy, his thumb in his mouth.

The sight of his son cut through the madness. The grotesque vision of Lucaera faded, and he realized his hands were wrapped around the throat of the real Lucaera.

"L-Lucy," Aemond sobbed, his eyes wide with horror.

Tears streamed down her red face. "Aemond, please," she wheezed, struggling for air.

He released her immediately, and she moved away, coughing and rubbing her throat.

Aemond collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. He had almost killed her and their unborn child.

Lucaera, trembling and clutching her throat, watched Aemond writhe on the floor, overcome with guilt and despair. Her own tears mingled with his as she tried to comprehend the horror of what had just happened

Aemond was on his knees, trembling and pleading with Lucaera. "Kill me," he begged, his voice raw and desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I can't cope. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please, Lucaera, kill me."

Lucaera wiped the tears from her face and moved toward him, her heart aching with love and sorrow.

She reached out, but Aemond flinched away, still begging for death. Before she could respond, a sudden twinge in her stomach made her gasp.

Warm, wet liquid ran down her leg. She rucked up the material of her dress, her eyes wide with realization. "The babe is coming," she whispered.

Summoning her strength, she called for one of the guards outside their chambers to alert the maesters and midwives.

Aemond sat in the corner, head buried in his hands, unable to process what was happening. The room became a flurry of activity as people rushed in and out.

His mother and Rhaenyra were there, holding Lucaera's hands as she wailed in agony. Aemond avoided their concerned gazes, his own mind clouded with despair.

Time lost all meaning as he sat there, disassociated from the chaos around him.

Lucaera's screams pierced his soul, but he remained frozen, unable to move. Then, through the haze, the sound of a baby's cry broke through, catching his attention.

"A boy, Princess," announced one of the midwives.

Aemond slowly levered himself off the ground, his legs unsteady as he made his way toward Lucaera.

She was red-faced and sweating, but her expression was one of pure joy as she cuddled their son against her chest.

She looked at Aemond, her eyes filled with love and understanding, and shakily held out the baby to him.

He took his son in his arms, the weight of the newborn feeling right, grounding him.

The baby opened his little amethyst eyes, and Aemond smiled, feeling a deep, unconditional love he had never known before.

Alicent asked what they would call the babe, and Lucaera said it was Aemond's choice.

"Aerion," Aemond said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw the grotesque image of Lucaera staring at him from across the room.

But she was smiling, and as he watched, her appearance restored to normal. She spoke to him, her voice gentle. "You have finally felt the weight of your truth," she said before disappearing.

Lucaera, noticing the tear slipping down Aemond's cheek, asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Aemond nodded, holding their son close. "Yes," he whispered, his heart filled with a new resolve. "I will be”.

Aemond stood on the balcony of his chambers, looking out over King's Landing. The city's lights twinkled in the night, a stark contrast to the turmoil within his heart.

The cool breeze did little to calm his restless mind. He heard movement behind him and turned to see Lucaera approaching with Aerion in her arms.

"You're not going to jump, are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Aemond shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice steady but filled with sorrow.

"You've only just gone through your labours," he said, frowning. "You shouldn't be out of bed."

Lucaera shook her head. "I'm worried about you, Aemond. You could have killed me and Aerion today-"

"I-I'm sorry. These past few months I-I've been struggling to sleep because of the nightmares"

"You need to tell me when things are bothering you-I'm your wife, you can come to me with anything, but you really scared me today-" said Lucaera.

Aemond looked away, guilt heavy in his chest. "I understand if you inform Daemon," he said quietly, recalling his stepfather's threat. "He did say that if I ever hurt you, then he would deal with me."

Lucaera stepped closer, her expression resolute. "I won't tell anyone what you did. I do not wish for my stepfather to kill you, as we both know he would."

Aemond noticed the pain in her eyes and the way she winced slightly from the discomfort of giving birth.

His concern for her well-being took over, and he gently ushered her inside. He carefully placed Aerion in his cot, making sure the baby was secure before turning back to Lucaera.

"Come, you need to rest," he said softly, helping her climb into bed, making sure she was comfortable before he stripped off his own clothes and climbed in beside her.

Aemond turned to her, his eye heavy with exhaustion, he hesitantly reached for her, and she laid her head against his chest as his arm coiled around her and within moments, the sound of his soft snores filled the room.

Aemond woke up feeling groggy, his head heavy and eyes bleary. He instinctively ran his arm over Lucaera's side of the bed, but she wasn't there.

Panic shot through him as he sat up abruptly, scanning the room. His eyes landed on Aerion's cot, which was also empty. Heart pounding, he jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on his clothes.

He rushed to the door, yanking it open with such force it almost came off its hinges. Standing there, to his immense relief, were Lucaera and Aerion.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled them both into his arms, holding them tightly.

"Be careful," Lucaera said gently as Aerion started fussing.

Aemond loosened his grip slightly, taking Aerion into his arms and cradling his son close. He looked at Lucaera, his eyes wide with worry. "Where were you? I woke up and you were gone."

Lucaera gave him a reassuring smile. "I was having dinner with Helaena."

"Dinner?" Aemond echoed, confused.

Lucaera nodded. "You've been asleep for almost two days."

Aemond's eyes widened in shock. "T-Two days?"

"Yes," Lucaera replied softly, her concern evident. "You needed the rest. I'll arrange for you to bathe and have food brought. No doubt you're hungry."

Aemond nodded, too stunned to speak. The realization of how long he had been asleep left him momentarily speechless.

He clung to Aerion, feeling a profound sense of relief and gratitude. The torment of his waking nightmares fading as he held his son close.

As the weeks went by, Aemond found himself finally able to sleep through the entire night. The nightmares and horrific visions that had plagued him for so long seemed to have vanished, leaving him with a peace he hadn’t felt in months.

His only disturbances now came from his son, Aerion, when he was hungry or needed his soiled cloths changed. Rearing children was typically left to the mothers as Daemon so informed him after the safe arrival of his daughter Visenya.

But Aemond wanted to be involved with every aspect of it, much to everyone's surprise.

The once quiet and stoic persona that Aemond had carefully crafted over the years visibly melted away in the presence of his wife and son.

When he wasn't training with the sword, he could often be found walking around the Red Keep with Aerion in his arms, muttering about the histories of Old Valyria and the tomes of philosophy that he often read, he even took Aerion to meet Vhagar, his old girl intrigued by the tiny human that her rider presented to her.

The sight of the once formidable Aemond, a fierce swordsman and a dragon rider, tenderly carrying his infant son and speaking to him in soft tones was a source of wonder for those who saw it.

His bond with Lucaera grew even stronger during this time. They spent countless hours together, and Aemond never wanted to be parted from her for longer than necessary. Their love was palpable, and it was evident to everyone around them.

He would often indulge in the pleasures of laying with his wife, whispering words of love and gratitude as he sheathed himself inside of her.

Every night he would take her, sometimes more than once, even through the day if he found her walking through the halls, he would spirit her away and have her pressed against a stone wall in a hidden alcove or bent over a desk in an empty room.

The change in Aemond since Aerion’s birth was clear for all to see. His fierce and guarded exterior had softened, revealing a devoted husband and a loving father.

The nightmares of the past were replaced by the warmth and joy of his new family. He found solace in the routine of caring for his son and the unwavering love he shared with Lucaera.

Even those who had known him for years were amazed by the transformation. Aemond, the once brooding and enigmatic prince, was now a man whose greatest joy came from his family.

He had found his purpose and his peace, and it was reflected in every aspect of his life. The Red Keep, once filled with shadows and whispers of treachery, now echoed with the sounds of Aerion’s laughter and Aemond’s gentle murmurings.

The realm had changed, and with it, Aemond had found a new beginning.

The sun was high in the sky over Driftmark, its golden light shimmering across the sand and sea. Aemond stood on the beach, his gaze watching Lucaera and their two year old son, happily digging for shells in the sand.

The waves lapped gently at the shore, and the peaceful scene seemed to embody the tranquility that had eluded Aemond for so long.

As he watched, a chill swept through him, and the air seemed to grow colder. The grotesque image of Lucaera appeared before him, her decayed flesh hanging from her bones, the stench of rot filling the air.

But he didn’t move, he stood firm as he noticed that her eyes were filled with a mournful sadness as she observed Aerion playing, a rotting hand hovering over her stomach.

The sight was both horrifying and heart-wrenching.

Aemond’s heart ached as he took a step closer. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for what I did, for what I took from you.”

"Technically it was the alternate version of you, but I will accept your apology all the same"

"It shouldn't have happened-" replied Aemond.

"No, but it did, you claimed your debt and then you willingly gave your life for your sin-" wheezed Lucaera.

"This is the last time I'll see you isn't it?" asked Aemond.

"Yes-unless of course you wish for me to continue terrorizing you"

"NO-" said Aemond quickly.

"Just as well, you were starting to bore me anyway" replied Lucaera.

"Hmmm"

“You know, I’ve always liked the name Rhaegar,” said Lucaera softly, her voice like a whisper on the wind. "Seems like it would be a good name for a King.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” replied Aemond.

She looked back at him one last time before turning toward the water. “Take care of your family, and don't fuck it up” she said, her tone both gentle and firm.

"I won't-I promise"

Aemond’s eye followed her as she waded into the water, her figure gradually disappearing beneath the waves. He stood frozen for a moment, the weight of what could have been pressing heavily on his shoulders.

“Daddy, come play!” Aerion’s voice cut through his reverie, full of innocent enthusiasm.

Aemond turned to see his son looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes. He cast one more glance out to sea, where the ghostly image of Lucaera had vanished, before walking towards Aerion and Lucaera.

As he approached, Lucaera looked up at him with concern.

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry as he knelt down in the sand.

Aemond reached out and placed a hand on her swollen stomach, feeling the reassuring movements of their unborn child.

He smiled at her, his expression full of warmth and determination. “Everything is fine,”

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god is a freak | nsfw 18+ | 2.8k — 11/07/2024

summary: god is a bit of a freak, why's he watching me getting railed on the couch, staying pure for a wedding, he's got fucked up priorities — aka an ancient, obsolete god of fertility hears your prayer warning/s: fertility god!bakugou, f!reader, voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), references to sex rituals and safe sex lmao, i think that's everything, mostly lead up

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katsuki watching a rabbit review [nsfw] — 27/10/2023

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off — 14/11/2023

"make me" [nsfw] — 06/12/2023

if katsuki ever lost his memory — 12/12/2023

sleeping with bakugou — 24/12/2023

big brother bakugou [nsfw] — 11/01/2024

valentine’s day — 09/02/2024

childhood best friends — 23/03/2024

teasing him [nsfw]— 09/04/2024

katsuki bakugou + strawberry daiquiri — 26/04/2024

katsuki bakugou + jagerbomb [nsfw] — 27/04/2024

katsuki bakugou + bloody mary [nsfw] — 27/04/2024

katsuki bakugou + cosmopolitan — 05/05/2024

sirens call — 09/05/2024

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

M E A N D T H E D E V I L W A L K I N G S I D E B Y S I D E

Sukuna isn't the type of person to say "I love you." He's not the type of person to love. He was a demonic warlord, known for his cruelty and lack of empathy. What part of that screams "lover boy" to you?

baby, you're a haunted house

Society will tell you that playing with ouija boards is a bad idea. this fic begs to differ. a demonic Sukuna smut

close calls

Love is scary, Isn't it Reader? Sukuna thinks it is. but at least he's facing his fears for you. a soft Sukuna smut.

sacrilegious

Feeling holy? Maybe a little less than holy? Do you want to have your guts rearranged by a God in his own temple? yea, me too. a holy Sukuna smut.

unholy

Did you like the idea of the previous fic, but think you'd relate to it better if the reader was of the male variety? well, do I have news for you! A smutty Sukuna drabble

seven minuets in heaven

Maybe you're feeling something a bit more modern reader. Something more relatable? Like a college au where you lose your virginity to a frat boy named Ryomen. A modern day Smut

better off as lovers

Dating is hard and falling in love is harder. Ryomens love isn't up for debate, but if he's truly ready to give up his playboy life style for you is a little more questionable. Part two of Seven Minuets in Heaven. A smutty hurt/comfort fic

new mistakes

I would say being left at the altar was the worst thing that could have ever happened to you, but I think the revenge sex with Ryomen makes it all worth it, don't you agree Reader? A modern day revenge smut.

bad miracle

Gojo has always been an idiot, but he's really done it this time. He's kidnapped the wrong girl, and now, leader of The Syndicate Ryomen Sukuna has to figure out what to do with you.

A Mafia Au smut

heir to the throne

Sukuna never wanted to be a father. Why why hell would he want that? A sticky, stinky, ball of chaos that feels the need to destroy everything. Why would he want that? It's no surprise you hid your pregnancy from him for so long.

A Dadkuna fluffy fic

urban legends

You don't see the point in it; chasing myths on Halloween night, going deeper into the woods than you ever had before. You'd rather be at home than chasing ghosts. But, your best friend insists on finding evidence of the local urban legends, and surely she won't abandon you the moment you find what shes been hunting, right? A TrueFrom!Sukuna smut.

change of plans

Funny how something as small as a grain of rice can cause such a shift so massive in so many lives. Deny all he wants, you're having a baby and now Ryomen has to comes to terms with being a young dad. Part of the Frat Boy AU Some introspective fluff

tiger hybrid! headcanons

We've all wondered what he would be like as a tiger hybrid, right? Right? some Smutty Headcanons

breaking up headcanons

While you would be entirely within your rights to leave Sukuna, what on earth made you think it would be that easy? some more smutty headcanons

feral nights

Ryomen always got what he wanted, it was a simple rule of life. And ever since he caught your scent, you were all that he wanted- your previous bond mark be damned. And you must have wanted him too. Why else would your window be open in the middle of your heat? An omegaverse Smut

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Your stories where Bill Kaulitz is readers dad feed me ngl. Could you do one with a teenage fem!reader who doesn't sleep? Like she tries to but physically can't and so she just silently wanders the house at night like a freaking ghost. Like he could go in the kitchen at some ungodly hour for a midnight snack and when he turns on the light she's just standing there making a full on meal? Idk bro it came to me and now it's stuck in my head 😭

(Why is this so me coded 😭)

Late Night Cook

Once again, you will be the death of your father

He is trying to hard to get you on a schedule

He has been trying ever since he had you, which was probably fairly young considering he's 33 and you're a teen

But even he was young back then so he didn't have the best sleeping schedule

Most of the time you guys would crash out of sleep exhaustion together

Not even willingly, one second you were up and the next passed out

Usually when you were younger it helped to sleep with your dad

But as you grew up that stopped

Made him sad but it's life

But even then your sleep was still non existent

Which he also noticed when you were younger

It took everything to get you to sleep and then some

He has tried everything to melatonin to narcos and nothing seemed to work

Mainly he lets you be and trusts you to know yourself and get as much sleep as your body would let you

But now he is used to hearing you up at all hours of the night or walking around and just seeing you standing there wide awake

He most definitely put you in online schooling so you could have your own time and school schedule

He an you felt it was best for now

When he wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes you could be so quiet and so loud

This time you were quiet and he actually bought you were asleep for once

Big mistake

He walked into the kitchen for a glass of water and almost fucking died

You were standing there like a raccoon cooking food!

He had to hold his chest for a second as he spilled his water and you're just standing there and staring at him

He thought you were a demon for a second

Especially because it was dark as fuck and you were cooking in the dark

I don't even think he noticed for a minute before you turned on the flame and he yelled

He thought the house was haunted until he turned on the light to just see you cooking

After that he was just like "...got enough for two?"

"Yeah, daddy."

"What are you cooking, baby?"

He's so used to it by now at this point nothing you do surprised him

He did encourage you to try and sleep

And hey, even crawl in dad's bed

Always helps and he's always willing to let you curl into his side like you're four again

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[hauntedhowlett-writes]

seven - a joel miller story

pairing: post-outbreak jackson!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 5k

summary:

Joel Miller has spent twenty years pushing the grief and guilt surrounding the death of his daughter, Sarah, to the darkest recesses of his brain in favor of survival. And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why

Living a more quiet life in Jackson means the ghosts of his past have returned to haunt him. He finds his solace in you, the town librarian.

author's note:

another work for the folklore anthology! i'd really love to hear your thoughts on this one, so please drop a comment or slide into my inbox if you're so inclined.

content warnings/tags:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, ANGST, themes of grief and loss, feelings of guilt, discussions of child loss and sibling loss (unnamed brother of reader), descriptions of panic attacks, nightmares, alcohol use, unprotected p in v, vaginal fingering, pet names, a reference to the harry potter series. let me know if any are missing!

“Look at me, daddy!” 

Joel watches as Sarah pumps her legs, soaring high into the cloudless blue sky. He has to shield his eyes against the painfully bright sun. He smiles as she laughs, the sound blanketing him in joy.

As she swings down back towards the ground, Joel hears a panicked shout. He turns, a man running toward him over the hill, arms waving. He can’t hear what the man is saying, he’s too far away.

A shot rings out and the man drops to the ground in a heap of limbs. Joel can see a line of soldiers, guns trained toward him.

“Sarah, we have to go!” He shouts, turning back to the swing set. The swing is empty. He searches frantically for his daughter but the little girl is nowhere to be found. “Sarah!”

He’s running, putting space between him and the soldiers. He begs and prays to a God he’s always had trouble believing in that he finds his baby.

He sees her, finally. She’s standing in the middle of a field, her back to him. It’s dark now, he’s not sure when that happened. 

“Sarah! Sarah, we gotta go, come on, baby,” he shouts. She turns, slowly, her arm braced around her stomach and a horrified expression on her face. Joel drops to his knees in front of her, taking her face between his hands. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

She lowers her arm, bright red blood smeared on her tan skin and a blossoming stain on her shirt. Her voice shakes as she whispers, “Daddy?”

Joel wakes with a shout, sitting up in bed as he struggles to catch his breath. His sweat damp skin erupts with goosebumps in the cold air of his bedroom. He presses a hand to his chest, the tight grip of panic around his heart easing incrementally as he fights for breath.

The brief glimpse of darkness between the curtains covering the window tells him it’s still early and a glance at the clock on the nightstand confirms as much. He groans, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. The floor is frigid against his bare feet and he shivers with the unexpected chill. 

In the kitchen, he makes himself coffee before slipping his leather jacket on and heading to the back porch. The dark sky has lightened the slightest bit, the encroaching dawn painting the inky sky a faded purple as the sun creeps up from its slumber. 

From his porch, Joel can see one of the side entrances to the cemetery. He watches as a figure emerges from beyond the concrete walls and it takes him a moment to realize it’s just you again.

You, the curious woman that runs the town library. He’s seen you on other occasions like this morning, where he’s trying to shake off the remaining webs of discomfort that have been spun in his mind. You shut the wrought iron gate and like you can feel his gaze on you, your head turns, keen eyes regarding him.

You approach his house, stopping at the bottom of the porch. You stand with your hands stuffed in your coat pockets, head tilted slightly and a smile on your lips as you say, “Up a bit early, aren't you?”

Joel takes a sip of his coffee. “Could say the same about you.”

“Early bird catches the worm,” you reply, smiling at him. He swallows. You make him nervous. Despite the few interactions he’s had with you, he feels like you know him to his very marrow, and that scares a man like Joel.

“More like a night owl.” 

You chuckle. “A bird is a bird. I’ll see you around, Joel Miller.”

He stares after your retreating figure for so long his coffee has gone cold. With a sigh, he returns inside, thoughts no less tangled than when he first stepped outside.

________

You survey the rose bushes you’ve cultivated, rows of different varietals beginning to blossom or in full bloom. The peony buds have gotten larger and any day now they should blossom as spring really begins to show her colors. The mornings and evenings are still cold, but the afternoons give way to hotter temperatures and thankfully you’ve been spared one last late winter snowfall.

You prune some of the faded blooms from the bushes, collecting them for composting. When you’re done, you return inside to wash up and change before heading to the library. As you scrub beneath your fingernails, your mind drifts to the specter of Jackson, Joel Miller.

There’s something about him that draws you in, despite the arms length of distance he tries to keep from everyone. You saw him the other morning after you made your way through the cemetery long before it officially opened, laying extra flowers around some of the less tended graves. It’s not the first time, and based on what you know about the older man, it won’t be the last.

________

Since Joel isn’t scheduled for a patrol for a few days, he decides to visit the library. Too much idleness is dangerous for a man like Joel, who is in constant search of something to keep his mind and body occupied so that his thoughts don’t drift to darker places. 

You’re sitting at the circulation desk when he enters, bent over a book as you read off the log number on it and write it in a journal under your hand. You look up, flashing him a smile that briefly suffuses him with warmth. 

“Hey,” you say in greeting. He nods, intending to just walk past you, but you continue to ask, “You need help finding anything?”

“No,” he replies shortly. You nod, smile faltering the slightest bit. Joel feels a flash of guilt before he tamps it down and walks deeper into the library. 

He explores the tidy shelves until he finds himself in the fiction section, reading cracked spines and faded letters until one catches his eye. It’s a small paperback sandwiched between two larger books, a pink spine etched with white lines and faded blue lettering. He wiggles it free, turning it over in his hands.

A Wrinkle In Time.

The blue cover with a snowy mountain scene, three children carried in an egg over a town by a flying white creature used to stare up at him from Sarah’s nightstand. It was her favorite book, one she had him read to her at bedtime when she was five. It was the same book he’d caught her reading under the covers with a flashlight past her bedtime when she was eight, the same one she carried everywhere until it fell apart and he had to replace it when she was ten.

Joel’s hand shakes and he has to steady himself by holding the bookshelf. His chest feels tight, too small of a space for his rapidly pounding heart. The words printed on the books in front of him all blur together as he tries to focus, tries to breathe, tries to stay in the present.

There’s a hand on top of his. Delicate, soft. A voice he knows he recognizes but can’t place is saying his name, but it sounds like it’s coming through layers of cotton in his ears. He squeezes his eyes shut.

After a long moment, that vise grip around his chest eases and he swallows around the lump in his throat. He blinks, spots dancing in his vision as his eyes adjust to the light once more. 

“Joel?” You ask, voice quiet. It makes his muscles tense, coiled tight like he’s ready to run. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies roughly. He slips his hand out from beneath yours. “‘M fine.”

You’re silent for a moment, keen eyes making him feel flayed open and exposed as you watch him. Finally you ask, “Was it about your daughter?”

“No,” he snaps. Rage blinds him, white hot in his vision as he moves past you. 

“Wait,” you call out. Joel pauses but doesn’t turn. “It’s okay, you know. To still carry that pain. Did you ever even allow yourself a chance to mourn?”

He turns, looking at you incredulously. “What the hell do you mean? I mourn every fuckin’ day.”

“No, you grieve. You let the thoughts of Sarah—“

“Don’t. Don’t you say her name,” he hisses, stepping closer in his anger. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.”

“—haunt you to the point of pain. You think I don’t know why you’re out there on your porch so early some mornings? It’s the same reason I’m out in the cemetery,” you confess. You take a deep breath. “You’ve been fighting for survival since the outbreak and you never gave yourself the chance to mourn. You owe it to yourself and to Sarah to try.”

Joel’s chest heaves, a venomous retort on the tip of his tongue when a voice calls out your name from the front of the building. With one last look that speaks volumes with no words, you disappear from the stacks.

Joel leaves the library and heads straight for the Tipsy Bison. A young man is polishing glassware when he storms in, door slamming shut behind him. 

“What can I get you?” The man asks as Joel slides onto a stool.

“Whiskey,” he demands. A glass is set in front of him, amber liquid poured until it's halfway full. He brings the glass to his lips and lets the alcohol burn its way down his throat and erase the taste of guilt on his tongue. Setting the glass on the bar he says, “Another.”

He drinks two more glasses in the same fashion, glaring at the boy when he hesitates to pour his third drink. He sips his fourth pour slowly, letting time pass as it always cruelly will.

Finally, when the light beyond the window panes starts to fade, he heads home, hands shoved in his pockets as he wills one foot in front of the other, gaze fixed on the pavement. It’s not a long walk but it feels like it as he cuts between buildings to avoid having to make conversation with people. 

When he reaches his house, he stomps up the steps as he digs in his pockets for his key. His boot knocks into something on the ground by the door. He bends over to pick up the object.

A Wrinkle In Time.

Joel opens his front door and collapses on the couch, book pressed to his chest as a dreamless, whiskey tinged sleep consumes him.

________ 

“Stop running! Put your hands up!”

Joel sets Sarah on the ground, raising his hands above his head. “We’re not sick! My daughter, she hurt her ankle,” he shouts.

The soldier keeps his gun trained on them as a staticky voice over the radio says something he can’t make out. His finger moves from rest to poised over the trigger, the barrel of his gun braced against his shoulder as he takes aim.

“No!” Joel shouts as the gun goes off. He launches himself in front of Sarah, wrapping his arms around her and bracing for the impact and the shocking pain. 

The pain doesn’t come. He slowly opens his eyes, expecting to see the soldier and his gun but instead he sees Sarah, a shocked look on her face as she clutches her stomach, dark blood staining her fingers. She’s far away, not right behind him like she had been.

That’s when Joel notices the weight in his hands, the cold press of metal to his palms. He looks down at the black rifle in his hands, then back up at Sarah.

“No!”

Joel wakes tangled in his sheets, panic coursing through his veins and a hoarse shout of Sarah’s name fading in the dark. As he chokes on the air his lungs are desperate for, he glances at the clock. It’s early again, too early for the rest of the town to be awake save for the people scheduled to return from patrol in a couple hours. 

He runs a hand over his face with a sigh before getting up. It’s been a couple weeks since he last had a nightmare, the product of back to back patrol shifts and helping with a building repair that left him so blissfully exhausted his traitorous brain couldn’t torture him, but it seems they’ve returned with a vengeance. 

Joel gets dressed and heads downstairs, making himself coffee that he brings out to the porch. He watches the cemetery gate, part of him hoping he sees you and a larger part hoping whatever haunts you has left your peace intact for the night.

Like his thoughts have conjured you from the ether, you step outside the cemetery gates. He sees the brief moment of hesitation when you notice him sitting on his porch, but a forgiving part of you must urge you closer. When you reach the porch, you regard him with that same look that makes him feel like you can see right through to his wretched soul.

“You’re up early,” you comment knowingly.

“So are you.”

“So I am.” You take a deep breath. “Come with me. I wanna show you something.”

You don’t wait for his response before you’re turning, heading for the gate and back towards the cemetery. Despite his better judgment, Joel follows, taking wide steps to catch up with your quick stride.

You walk the winding dirt paths between the headstones with sure steps that Joel follows with uncertainty. He’s never been in the cemetery, has never had a reason, so he appraises the headstones with a morbid curiosity, reading the names of people he’s never met. He notes that a number of the sites have flowers in various stages of freshness.

After a few minutes, you stop and Joel glances at the headstone you’ve paused in front of.

“Tommy had it put in a few years after he got to town,” you say quietly. “He told me about her…about what happened.” Joel takes a step closer, dropping to his knees. The damp earth cushions the fall, early morning dew seeping into his jeans as he reaches out to trace the carved letters of his baby’s name. 

“I’ll…I’ll give you some privacy. I just thought you should know she’s here.”

As you turn to leave, Joel reaches out and wraps a tentative hand around your knee. You look at him in surprise as he murmurs, “Stay with me?”

You lower yourself to the ground, settling in beside him as the sun rises and the world around you wakes from its slumber. 

________

You sit together in front of Sarah’s headstone for about an hour before Joel stands with a groan and mumbled curse. He holds a hand out to you to help you up, the gesture leaving you nearly pressed together. You search his brown eyes, hoping for a glimpse of relief but it’s still too soon to tell.

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, stepping back and clearing his throat. “For snappin’ at you in the library.”

“I understand. I made a lot of assumptions that day,” you reply. He laughs, though it’s strained.

“Yeah, well, if there were still a lottery around I’d tell you to buy a ticket. You were right on the money.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “Thought I was gettin’ better. After all that time with Ellie…I felt like I had a purpose again.”

“Maybe that’s the issue. Thinking your purpose is tied to someone else.”

His brow furrows. “How do you keep doin’ that?”

“Doing what?” You ask.

“Seein’ right through me.” 

You smile at him. 

“Like attracts like, Joel. Remember that.”

________

Joel starts visiting Sarah’s grave regularly. Sometimes it’s early, the result of another nightmare or returning from patrol, and sometimes it’s later in the evening, when fireflies begin to flicker in the grass as spring wears on. He takes the worn copy of A Wrinkle In Time that you left him, reading a chapter of it out loud each time as he sits with his back pressed to the stone marker.

One thing he notes with growing intrigue is how there’s always flowers on a number of the headstones, including Sarah’s. It’s a reminder that he’s not the only victim of loss, even if his own still feels like a gaping wound some days.

He visits the library again, a bag full of books he found on his last patrol shift heavy on his back as he enters the building. You look up from a book you’re reading as the door shuts, smiling at him. 

“Hey,” you say in greeting. “You need any help finding anything today?”

“No. Brought you somethin’, though,” he replies, hefting the bag onto the counter and opening it to reveal his bounty. “Found ‘em last patrol.”

You reach in and pull two of the books out, your grin downright ecstatic as you look at him. “The Lord of the Rings?”

“Complete set. You ever read it?”

“When I was younger,” you murmur, fingers tracing the cover of the book. “Thank you, Joel.”

His heart pounds as he looks at you, smile bright and eyes soft. You remove the other books from his bag, laying them out and checking them for damage. He likes watching you work, the gentle way that you flip through the time worn pages soothing to him as he stands there. 

“What’s your favorite book?” You ask, glancing at him as you work. 

“Not much of a reader. Sarah was, though. She would tell me about the books she was reading,” he says, voice catching on Sarah’s name. “She loved A Wrinkle In Time. Started the Harry Potter series, too. When the last one came out she made me take her to the bookstore at midnight just to get it.”

“My brother did the same,” you reply. “Dressed up and everything.”

“Your brother, huh?” Joel asks. You stack the books, avoiding Joel’s gaze.

“He was about Sarah’s age. Twelve. I was seventeen when…everything happened.” You pause. “The night that everything started happening, I had actually snuck out of the house. Went to a party in the woods. I made it back home just as the grid went out but when I got inside…”

“You don’t gotta tell me this,” Joel says.

“When I got inside, my brother was sitting at the table, covered in blood. Our parents had attacked him and he fought them off as best he could. He could feel the infection, you know? Knew something was wrong. He told me to leave.” You take a deep breath, your eyes returning to the present. A tear slides down your cheek and you brush it away quickly. “If I had been there—“

“Don’t,” Joel interrupts. “You can’t blame yourself.”

You laugh, looking at him incredulously. “Pot meet kettle!”

Joel laughs with you, a boisterous sound he hasn’t heard in years. It feels almost rusty in its disuse. “Thank you for tellin’ me,” he says when quiet descends once more. 

“It’s only fair, right? A tragedy for a tragedy?”

“I don’t think that’s how the sayin’ goes.”

You shrug. “That’s how the world goes, though.”

________

As spring starts to fold into summer, Joel finds himself growing closer to you. It starts with visits to the library when he’s off from patrol, helping you shelve and catalog books. Soon, he’s spending so much time there that he’s still around when it’s time for you to lock up and he offers to walk you home or to the mess hall for dinner. 

Dinner turns into the occasional drink at the Tipsy Bison. Those nights are his favorite, watching as you try to play darts after a few drinks and laughing when you pout after each missed shot.

Better days still give way to troubled nights, though. He wakes on one such night drenched in sweat, the nightmare just a haze of fear in his mind. It’s early, of course, so he takes a brief shower and dresses before grabbing his coffee and A Wrinkle In Time to make his way to the cemetery.

The ground is soft beneath his footsteps as he takes a now familiar path to Sarah’s headstone, seating himself on the damp dirt. He reads for a bit before the creak of hinges alerts him to someone’s arrival.

You enter through the front gate, a pile of flowers wrapped in butcher paper in your arms. He watches as you lay flowers around the graves with care, moving steadily among the rows until you’ve reached Joel.

“You do the flowers?” He asks. You take a seat beside him, gathering a wilted white rose from in front of the headstone and replacing it with a spray of yellow flowers. 

“Some of them. Sometimes people come to me for arrangements to bring themselves,” you reply. 

“Why?”

“Because I still believe in beautiful things,” you tell him with a shrug.

Joel watches you set the flower carefully on the ground in front of Sarah’s headstone and it feels like the final piece of a puzzle slotting into place. In the silence between you, his mind drifts to Tess, who he cared for but couldn’t give himself fully with the way he was when he knew her. He thinks about Bill and Frank and the kindness they showed him even when he didn’t show his gratitude. He thinks about Ellie, who stuck by his side despite everything he had to do to make it here. 

Then there’s you, who’s planted roots in his heart like the flowers you grow and filled him with a light he hasn’t known in a long time and it leaves him feeling damn near winded. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, when a crack of thunder precedes the opening of the sky, heavy raindrops filtering through the tree branches.

“Shit!” He curses, shoving his book into the waistband of his jeans beneath his shirt to protect it from the rain. “Let’s go,” he says, tugging you up from the ground and keeping your hand gripped tightly in his as you both sprint for his porch. 

You’re both drenched from the sudden summer downpour, rain dripping from your clothes and hair to the porch as you race up the steps. Another crack of thunder has you jumping, laughter spilling from your lips that joins the melody of the rain on the roof. 

As your laughter fades, Joel pulls you closer by the hand still held tight in his. He searches your face for any sign that you might not want this, might not want him, but to his relief he finds none. He wraps an arm around your low back, pressing your rain soaked body to his as he tilts his head to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

The kiss remains soft, gentle, a smooth glide of his slightly chapped lips against yours. You taste like rainwater but feel like sunshine, a perfect dichotomy. Joel pulls away slowly, not wanting to lose the connection but starting to feel uncomfortable in his soaked clothing.

“Come on,” he says, “let’s get some dry clothes.”

He leads you inside the dark house and upstairs to his bedroom. He finds a shirt and boxers for you, turning to give you the privacy to change as he does the same, setting the damp book on his nightstand and leaving his wet clothes in a heap on the floor. 

“I’m decent,” you announce. He turns, breath catching at the vision you make wearing his clothes, your nipples pressing against the worn cotton shirt. He reaches for you, wrapping an arm around your waist and a hand behind your neck to pull you into another kiss. 

You pull away first this time, stepping back and crawling into his bed. You burrow beneath the covers before lifting the edge, an eyebrow raised at him in invitation. He slides in beside you, blankets settling over your bodies as you rest your head against his bare chest.

“I’m scared,” Joel says, a whisper in the dark. 

“About what?” You ask, lifting yourself up to look at him. He swallows around the lump in his throat.

“Losin’ you. Losin’ Ellie. Losin’ Tommy.” A pause. “Like I lost Sarah. And Tess.”

“Fear doesn’t stop death, Joel. It just stops you from living.”

________

Something changes in Joel with your words. He lifts his head from the pillow to kiss you, his body shifting beneath yours to push you onto your back so he can hover over you. This kiss is different, more desperate as his tongue slides against yours and his teeth dig into your bottom lip. 

You slide your fingers into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp and making him moan into your kiss. He trails his lips across your jaw and down your neck as he urges your legs apart and fits himself in the space between your thighs.

His hips rock against yours, the friction making you gasp and pull on his hair. He chuckles against the skin of your neck before sinking his teeth against your pulse point, sucking a mark into your skin to match the one he’s left on your heart.

One of his warm hands lifts your borrowed shirt, bunching the material beneath your armpits and exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. Joel dips his head to pull one nipple between his lips and he swirls his tongue over the hard bud, looking up at your face as he does. He does the same to your other breast, the delicious sensation of his mouth almost enough to distract you from the slow drag of his calloused fingers across your tummy and beneath the elastic of the boxers he’s leant to you.

He groans as his fingers circle your clit, gathering your wetness and spreading it over your folds with his movements. He leans up to kiss you again, deep swipes of his tongue exploring your mouth as your hips chase his hand with increasing fervor.

“You’re so good, sweetheart,” he murmurs. There’s a bright flash of lightning that illuminates the room, giving you a clearer view of the adoration simmering in his eyes.

You press a hand to his cheek. “You deserve good things, Joel Miller.”

He drops his head, forehead pressed to your collarbone. He slips two fingers inside of you as thunder rattles the windows, the storm overhead matching the one in your body as he works his digits with slow, methodical movements, curling them with each pull from inside of you. 

“Need you,” you whimper, “please, Joel, need you.”

“You got me,” he says, sitting up to tug the boxers down your thighs and pull the waistband of his down, freeing his cock that he takes on his fist, rubbing it through your folds.

He notches the thick head of his cock at your entrance, pressing inside of you with a single deep thrust that has you gasping his name. There’s another crack of lightning as he bottoms out, hips pressed flush to yours.

Joel starts to move, setting a leisurely pace, notably unhurried as you relish in the weight of him against you. His forehead drops to yours and he peppers your face with soft kisses, from your forehead to your nose to your chin. You smile at him and to your surprise and delight, he grins back.

He sits up, gripping your hips for leverage as his rhythm changes to something more carnal, more desperate, sharp thrusts that drag against something inside of you that makes stars dance across your vision. You’re moaning his name with each collision of his hips to yours and his head drops back with his own deep groan as you tighten around him with your release.

“Fuck,” he shouts, withdrawing quickly and taking himself in hand, hot splashes of cum hitting your stomach as you gasp for air. Joel leaves the bed for a moment and returns with a damp cloth he uses to wipe you clean before tossing it to the pile of wet clothes and climbing back into bed beside you.

He pulls you close and with your head on his chest, you let the pounding rhythm of his heart lull you back to sleep. 

________

“Look how high I got, daddy!” 

Joel watches a young Sarah deftly climb the limbs of a tree she found on their hike. He laughs as she straddles the last branch she can reach, waving down at him with a bright grin on her face. 

“That’s mighty impressive, baby girl, but can you get back down?” He shouts up at her. 

“Of course I can!” She insists, slowly working her way back down the branches. She makes it to a lower branch but she can’t reach a foothold from where she hangs by her arms. “Daddy!”

“I gotcha,” Joel says, moving to stand below her. “Just let go, I’ll catch ya.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

Joel’s eyes flutter open. The first thing he notices is the sunlight streaming through the open window. You must have woken up before him and opened it. The room is warm from the late summer sun, but there’s a breeze that rustles the curtains as he stands and stretches.

He can hear the clink of pans downstairs and he follows the noise, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen as he finds you whisking something in a bowl. It’s been weeks since that early morning together in bed and every day since you continue to help put him together piece by jagged piece.

You must feel him there, attuned to him as you always are, because you turn and grin brightly at him.

“There you are,” you say, crossing the kitchen to kiss him. “Was wondering when you’d finally wake up.”

“Can’t a man sleep in once and a while?” He asks, pulling you in for a second and third kiss. “What are you workin’ on?”

“A cake. It’s July 20th.”

Sarah’s birthday. 

Joel’s breath leaves him in a rush. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you tightly to him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you squeeze back.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Always.”

Want more Joel Miller? Check out my masterlist.

[hughiecampbelle]

requests are open! 🩷

this includes fics, headcanons, preferences, and imagines 💕ships are not open 💗

I'm only writing for these characters atm:

Billy Butcher

Hughie Campbell

M.M.

Frenchie

Kimiko

Starlight

Homelander

A-Train

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Luke Riordan

Jordan Li

Andre Anderson

Cate Dunlap

Marie Moreau

Emma Meyer

Sam Riordan

A fic request can have up to three prompts: one from each list! No other type of request involves prompts. I have example requests below. I won't write NSFW under any circumstances and I will tweak requests so that they fit my rules. If you request off anonymous, you'll be tagged. Please feel free to request, I love all of these characters! Please be respectful/kind and please no spamming! 💕 Thank you! 💜💜💜

Here are my regular rules for requesting overall!

Example Requests:

Imagine being Lukes twin sibling who is immune to Cates powers. Ty! 💕

Hi! Can I request a fic for M.M. with the prompts 4.) Exhaustion, 13.) Gauze, and 45.) You're sweet when you're drunk. Thanks!

Headcanon's for being Annies twin who's not a Supe?

Preference for The Boys + Homelander/Soldier Boy reacting to you being badly wounded. Thank you!

Gen V Preference for caring for a sick reader? Thanks 🩷

Description:

Shatter

Wail

Rot

Exhaustion

Elation

Fragile

After thought

Ignore

Bliss

Content

Avoid

Rupture

Hum

Whistle

Burn

Sing

Bite

Pinch

Patience

Sigh

Hush

Rest

Tangle

Stitch

Hostile

Soft

Cautious

Scatter

Thoughtful

Intimate

Hidden

Repulse

Shrink

Smudge

Passive

Off-putting

Superstitious

Engagement

Infect

Sincerity

Ease

Torn

Flirt

Gnaw

Expose

Faithful

Thankful

Intrude

Cross

Curse

Spoil

Faint

Fury

Desperate

Opaque

Thrill

Irritate

Fade

Fever

Tease

Object:

Red wine

Broken glass

Wildflowers

Baby bottle

Burning candle

Scratched floors

Leaky sink

Wrinkled bedsheets

Wet paint

Paw prints

Muddy puddles

Handwritten letter

Gauze

Graveyard

Nightmare

Shooting stars

Crime scene

Boiling water

Shoes tapping

Melted butter

Knuckles cracking

Loud laughter

Radio static

Old books

Shattered mirror

Crows feet

Undeserved confidence

Grey hair

Wedding ring

Ink splatter

Gun metal

Hot stove

Dying fire

Nap time

Dirty glasses

Scraped knees

Lock and key

Happy hour

Aching muscles

Clawfoot tub

Patchwork quilt

Freckles

Thunder and lightning

Velvet

Chandelier

Wool coat

Soapy water

Play pretend

Haunted house

Quiet disdain

Dry anger

Silent treatment

Cold shoulder

Home sweet home

Foggy dreams

Slamming doors

Summer buzz

Smudged lipstick

Broken spine

Bloodshot eyes

Dialogue:

“Stop talking”

“You have an attitude problem”

“Get away from me”

“Go”

“You’re staring”

“Congratulations”

“You have nothing to worry about”

“I’ll be discreet”

“Stay here”

“You’re a terrible liar”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing”

“If I wanted to, I would have already”

“I don’t owe you anything”

“You should be scared”

“Stop and think”

“I’m not a child/kid”

“Are you even listening?”

“Who’d you steal that from?”

“And you are?”

“I missed you”

“You’re unbelievable”

“This isn’t working”

“Alone?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea”

“You’re sweet”

“You?”

“Don’t underestimate me”

“Be careful”

“You think you’re so funny”

“I can’t explain it”

“Say something”

“I give up”

“There is no us”

“Still awake?”

“I was trying to help”

“If I ignore you, maybe you’ll go away”

“Stop right there”

“I can’t help it”

“You wish”

“Sorry?”

“Not now”

“Fuck you”

“Teach me”

“Stop yelling”

“You’re sweet when you’re drunk”

“I called you a hundred times”

“You’re not smart, you’re lucky”

“This is your fault”

“Look at me”

“I don’t blame you”

“I did it”

“You talk too much”

“When did I ever say that?”

“Working late?’

"You never stop, do you?”

“It’s okay”

“Whats all this?”

“You seriously forgot?”

“Dinner? With me?”

“You’re covered in blood”

[indiphyr]

Every sapphic movie, show or book I like:

(* = favorites)

Movies:

Bend It Like Beckham (lesbian/trans coded)

Black Swan

*Bodies Bodies Bodies

*Booksmart

Bottoms

Braid

But I'm A Cheerleader

Dating Amber

*Death Becomes Her (sapphic coded)

D.E.B.S

Do Revenge

*Everything Everywhere All At Once

Fear Street

Fucking Åmål

*Ginger Snaps (sapphic/queer coded)

Hearts Beat Loud

Heart Shot

*Jennifer's Body

Joy Ride (I think one of the MCs is sapphic?)

Kajillionaire

May

My Days Of Mercy

*My First Summer

Nope (Sapphic sister I think?)

Pariah

Polite Society (either a lesbian or aroace mc)

Princess Cyd

Rafiki

Rye Lane (Sapphic coded MC)

Saint Maud

Saving Face

Set It Off

*Shiva Baby

*Sissy

Sweetheart

Unpregnant

The Fallout

The Half Of It

The Handmaiden

The Incredibly True Adventure of 2 Girls In Love

*The Miseducation Of Cameron Post

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Shows:

*A League Of Their Own

Adventure Time

*A Kind Of Spark (Keedie is not hetero)

*Anne With An E (sapphic coded)

American Horror Story

*Arcane

Betty

Black Cake

Derry Girls

Degrassi

Druck (seasons 5&6)

Everything Now

Everything Sucks (problematic actor age gap)

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Faking It

First Kill

Gap: The Series

Genera+ion

Gentleman Jack

*Good Omens

Grease: Rise Of The Pink Ladies

*Hacks

*Heartbreak High

Heartstopper

I Am Not Okay With This

Killing Eve

Little Fires Everywhere

Lucifer

Minx

Motherland Fort Salem

One Day At A Time

Our Flag Means Death

*Paper Girls

*Peacemaker

Ratched

Sex Education

She-Ra

Stranger Things

*Such Brave Girls

Swarm

Teenage Bounty Hunters

*The Boys + Gen V

The Formal (tiktok/youtube series)

*The Good Place

The Haunting Of Bly Manor

The Last Of Us

The Legend Of Korra

*The Owl House

*The Power

*The Sex Lives Of College Girls

The White Lotus

*The Wilds

Upload

Vida

Warrior Nun

We Are Lady Parts

*What We Do In The Shadows

While The Men Are Away

Wo der Egg Priority

Xo, Kitty

*Yellowjackets

Books:

Ace Of Spades

*A Dowry Of Blood

Afterlove

Black Cake

*Black Girl, Call Home

Burn Down, Rise Up

Cinderella Is Dead

Clap When You Land

Crier's War

Dear Medusa

Girls Of Paper And Fire

Hani And Ishu's Guide To Fake Dating

*Her Body And Other Parties

Honey Girl

House Of Hunger

If You Still Recognise Me

It Goes Like This

In The Dream House

In The Ravenous Dark

I Who Have Never Known Men

You're Not Supposed To Die Tonight

*Keedie + A Kind Of Spark

Last Night At The Telegraph Club

*Legendborn (Sapphic SC)

Loveless (Sapphic SCs)

Music From Another World

Nothing Burns As Bright As Her

Not My Problem

Our Wives Under The Sea

Parachutes (Sapphic SC)

Perfect On Paper

Radio Silence

Rise To The Sun

She Gets The Girl

She Drives Me Crazy

*She Who Became The Sun

Siren Queen

The Chosen And The Beautiful

The Falling In Love Montage

The Girls I've Been

The Henna Wars

The Jasmine Throne

*The Kyoshi Novels

*The Locked Tomb Series

*The Mirror Season

The Nature Of Witches

*The Priory Of The Orange Tree

The River Has Teeth

*The Unbroken

These Witches Don't Burn

Graphic Novels:

*Are You Listening

Hi-Fi Club

Jook Joint

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me

*On A Sunbeam

*Paper Girls

*Spinning

The Avant-Guards

*The Tea Dragon Society

[rosemaryslullaby]

hiii thanks for rbing my horror recs post! sorry it took a while but here's your recs! :)

based on rosemary's baby i'd recommend eraserhead (1977), mother! (2017), antichrist (2009) (very explicit violently and sexually, beware!), possession (1981) and titane (2021) which are all about struggling with (unwanted) parenthood or pregnancy.

based on saint maud i'd recommend you the lodge (2019), the first omen (2024), immaculate (2024), longlegs (2024), alucarda (1977), veronica (2017) and thelma (2017) about women struggling with themselves and religion. 

based on carrie i'd recommend may (2002), ginger snaps (2000), pearl (2022), stoker (2013), let the right one in (2008), the witch (2015) and bones and all (2022) about outcast girls looking to be loved and accepted.

based on the texas chainsaw massacre i'd recommend wolf creek (2005), house of 1000 corpses (2003), hatchet (2006), x (2022) and the loved ones (2009) because they're all nice and grimy and gritty and yucky.

i sadly haven't seen fire walk with me so i don't have recs for that! i really want to but if we have to wait for me to finish all of twin peaks first we'd be here all year. sorry!

based on hausu i'd recommend suspiria (1977), beetlejuice (1988), the love witch (2016), the cell (2000) and the rocky horror picture show (1975) because they have unique aesthetics that they really commit to, and tetsuo: the iron man (1989), brain damage (1988), possessor (2020), killer klowns from outer space (1988), the machine girl (2008) and videodrome (1983) because they're some of the more unhinged batshit insane movies i've seen.

based on scream i'd recommend urban legend (1998), behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon (2006), house of wax (2005), you're next (2011), haunt (2019), the final girls (2015), totally killer (2023) and the cabin in the woods (2011) because they're all about (masked) killers starring cool female characters.

hope there's some you haven't seen yet! :)

oh my god!!! thank you so much this is amazing. and the fact that you even did recs for the ones i was just kind of rambling about in the tags. 🥺🫶🏽 there’s definitely quite a few i haven’t seen (and most of the recs that i have seen are some of my favs hehe i definitely trust your taste) so i’m gonna watch these as soon as u can aaaa i’m v excited :3

[ofviolentdeath]

X - apollo and pete

This one because he just seems to playful and lively and that was absolutely what drew Pete to him in the first place

and this one that Pete absolutely took while they were hiking and it was the one he had had framed and next to his bed

[kitchenisking]

March Fic Rec

Guys it's still Sunday! Anyway, March is here witch mean spring is here! As much as I love the winter I also love watching the twas and flowers bloom. That everyone has a great month!

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 105192, sterek)

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Mature, Words: 38340, sterek)

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 83838, sterek)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him. 

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

Wolves with a Spark by AMatchInWater - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 58089, sterek)

Talia lets out a shocked gasp, "your eyes. They're purple." The Alpha is practically oozing with excitement. Stiles hisses, as the fingers touching the Nemeton start to sting as markings etch themselves into his knuckles and a small one on his wrist that looks like a Y but the stem goes up between the v part. "What the-?" Stiles yells out in pain, yanking his hand off the bark, the back of his left forearm feeling like it's been set on fire. A white fox with vibrant blue eyes burns into his flesh. "Mom?" He asks again, she died when he was young, but the Omega remembers what she looked like fully shifted. The spitting image of the tattoo forming on his skin. "What's happening?" Frantic eyes meet Talia's and Derek's. "You're a spark." Talia whispers in wonder. "You have magic, Stiles." 

OR

Stiles moves in with the Hales after his father passes away. Presenting as an Omega and then a spark years later. He's hopelessly head over heels for Derek and wants to be his mate, but it almost certain the Alpha doesn't feel the same way about him so he says nothing and pines from a distance. Talia asks if Stiles would like to train to be an emissary to the Hale pack and Stiles agrees.

Accidental Amnesiac Mates Acquisition (ft. a baby) by redhoodedwolf - (Rating: T, Words: 24549, sterek)

“Who are you?”

He snapped his head around and clutched the child tighter to his chest. But then his senses caught up with him: Pack, mate, family, safe, calm, anxiety, panic, panic, panic

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Who are you?”

The man with the warm brown eyes gaped at him in surprise. “Um. I don’t know.”

The baby in his arms promptly burst into tears.

*

What it says on the tin.

Bleeding Love by BisexualInDisguise - (Rating: T, Words: 6919, sterek)

Stiles promised himself that the werewolves didn't smell the depression and desperation wafting off of him because they were simply distracted, not because they couldn't care less. He told himself that he's just good at hiding it.

Stiles was trying so damn hard. 

But he's broken so many promises to himself.

----

Scott's a bad friend and Derek's a fluff ball

I found you hidden in plain sight (why'd I take so long?) by Gorgeousgreymatter - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 25419, sterek)

Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

Til We Ain't Strangers Anymore byWriteByNight - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 35994, sterek)

Stiles should've expected Derek to suddenly disappear since the werewolf was in the habit of taking off without notice. However, Derek always showed up when they needed him.

As the weeks pass by, Stiles is no longer confused and a little hurt. What started as heartache begins to get worse the longer Stiles goes without seeing Derek. Eventually, his body begins to shut down and his only hope seems to be Derek...but nobody can find him.

There's no cure for a broken heart. Except, maybe, the cause for the broken heart himself.

- - -

Or the one where Derek takes off without warning and Stiles finds out he could be Derek's mate and the distance between Derek and Stiles, along with Derek's refusal to develop the bond, is slowly killing Stiles. Without Derek, Stiles will die, but no one knows where he is or how to contact him. And Stiles is barely keeping it together.

Synonyms for Longing by wanderingeyre  - (Rating: T, Words: 11386, sterek)

Derek has been at his house for less than two days and Stiles is deeply regretting his decision to offer Derek a place to stay. Well, it was more like he didn’t try to throw Derek back out the window when he creeped in two nights ago, but he would have made a valiant effort if he’d known what a pain in the ass Derek would be. 

Suddenly you're standing still by gottalovev - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7669, sterek)

A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he'd never cross the Hale property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn't been a Hale in Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)

[thepinkproof]

all eyes on you

file three

You’re a model with a dark past, when your billionaire inventor sister dies and leave behind a strange man to take care of you nothing seems to be ordinary.

Genre: model reader x yandere! android taehyung

WARNING ⚠️

suicide, smut, death of family, cursing, reader struggles with mental illness, abuse

expectation: the book is dark but it will also be comedic, 5 CHAPTER STORY, POV WILL CHANGE NEXT CHAPTER

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Flashback

Karina stared with pride at what was before her. She smiled as she looked over to Namjoon who stood in awe.

"Beautiful isn't he?" She asked Namjoon as they stared at V. The android looked almost real but close up you could tell he was not human. Although his power was off Namjoon could tell that this was an groundbreaking invention.

He has never seen anything like it in his life. Of course the exceptional Karina could create something like this.

"He is. What do you call him?" Namjoon asked observing the android closer.

"V."

"Like your V system?" He asked.

"Yes, but this was the original V. I worked on him secretly for years. When all my work burned in the fire, V was the only one still left in the house. He is created with the same personality traits as me. His brain is mine but I advanced it using perfect intelligence. He knows every information known to earth." Karina explained still proud of herself.

Namjoon faced dropped. "How is it possible to give an android your own intelligence?" He folded his arms.

"You know I discovered that technology last year babe." She chuckled.

Namjoon face turned stern, something she was afraid he'll do. "We both know you need particles from a frontal lobe to give technology a personality! It's why you never released this technology."

Karina rolled her eyes. "The person was dead, it's not a live one. Do you think I'm crazy?"

Namjoon sighed. "No baby. I'm just amazed. But you do know you can't use this tech right?"

"What do you mean?" She asked in confusion.

"Technology is based on superficial intelligence for a reason. It's perfect and calculated. Since you added your own personality it will come with flaws. No human is perfect. Not only will this android eventually develop his own personality since it has a frontal lobe, but it will also take the flaws of your personality."  He elaborated.

"Are you saying I have flaws babe?" She giggled. He smiled a bit but he was serious and she knew. "I know what you're saying but I can control him. Nobody knows me better than me. Imagine the money I could make off him alone."

"You have enough money from the V system sales. Besides you can't make more of these. Especially if you're using human parts." He argued.

Karina knew he was right. She sighed. "Fine. I'll just keep this prototype. But I do want to advance him to make him look human. Feel his skin, its rough and if you look close enough you can see screws. He could be useful to us."

Namjoon looked at the android, then Karina. He wanted to make her happy and he trusted her. She was a genius.

"Okay babe. Just be careful and don't do anything that's against our morals." He warned her.

"Yes baby I promise." She assured him but they both should've known she wouldn't keep it.

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You stared down at the breakfast on the table. It was your favorite, any other day you would have gobble it up in seconds. Despite your eyes being on the food, your thoughts were elsewhere.

What was wrong with you?

You swore you have taken your medication. Why else was your mind remembering vividly haunting events from yesterday night? You slightly looked up at the man before you who was slowly eating his food with a book in his other hand. He looked content, like nothing in the world was bothering him, unlike you who couldn't even swallow a piece down.

In fact, your hands began to shake against your lap and your breath became heavier as you kept obsessing over what nightmare you had. Something was wrong with you. How could any sane person have a dream of Taehyung killing someone on top of you?

Taehyung noticed your discomfort and he could no longer ignore it. "Hm, There's something bothering you princess?" He asked eyes still focus on the book that he was reading immaculately fast. You barely noticed him finishing pages every 10 seconds.

You didn't want to bother Taehyung with your delusions. You were always insecure about your mental health. You were barely comfortable even speaking about it with Karina.

"No, i'm fine Taehyung. Go back to reading your book." You murmured in a soft voice that almost made him feel guilty.

"Oh I already know every word in this book love." He quipped closing the book. His eyes stared intently at her as she contemplated opening up to him.

It was nobody else she could open to so why not? "I think I'm going crazy, my medications or something...I just had a crazy nightmare about last night." You admitted chuckling at the end to bring some type of relief to your feelings.

"Really, what happened?" Taehyung asked dumbfounded.

You stayed silent. You didn't want to seem crazy. You couldn't lose anymore freedom.

Taehyung looked around suspiciously before whispering. "Did this crazy man stab someone while you were in a middle of an infidelity? And then you wore the blood of his dead body in a middle of an Halloween party?" He theorized as if he had no idea.

Your eyes widened. "Yes! How did you know?!"

"The biggest topic of the day, guess what new hot couple broke the internet last night at her Halloween Bash?! It seems that Y/n dumped her former actress boyfriend for the hot and sexy mysterious upcoming model Taehyung. Her sister might of died but her sex drive is high and alive. Two men in one week! Now let's discuss her and Taehyung halloween outfit. This cute mini dress covered in blood.....and look at him! He looks dashing in blood. The two of them definitely won best dressed this year! Iconic!" The television spoked.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You yelled jumping up from the table. You looked at Taehyung who had a proud smirk on his face.

It was true. He did it. It wasn't a nightmare. The man that was eating breakfast with you was a killer.

Everything from last night came rushing through his head. You remembered clearly. How could your sister allow a murderer to live with you, to be in charge of you?

"You killed him!" You screamed at him.

He seemed amused at your reaction. You waited for him to respond.

"Of course I did princess. What type of Halloween would it be without a murder?" He said casually.

"You don't kill people in Halloween or in general?! Are you crazy!"

"So humans dress up as murderers on Halloween but don't actually murder and you think I'm the problem. What a weird holiday!" He chuckled picking his book back up and reading it.

He was a psychopath. How could he not care? You started to panic even more. You had blood all over you last night. What if they found the body? What if they blamed you?

You started to hyperventilate. The air around you just didn't seem enough. A bunch of 'What ifs?" ran through your head. You worried if this man would kill you next. You felt trapped not only in the house but felt trapped in the room.

Taehyung noticed this and put down his book instantly. He was worried. "Did you take your medications?" He asked you.

But you ignored him and you couldn't even answer him if you wanted to as you couldn't breath.

Quickly he ran over to you. He knew exactly what to do. He grabbed your hand and immediately you trembled in fear. He put your hand on his pulse.

"Slow your breathing and just focus on me talking." He instructed. Taehyung didn't have an actual pulse, it was amazing how advanced technology was. He knew exactly how to help you.

Surprisingly, you were able to calm down. Despite him being so dangerous there was something soothing about his voice. But you weren't naive. You knew you had to get out of here.

"I think I'll go to my room and lay down." You sighed.

Taehyung gave you a comforting smile. "Alright princess. Let me carry you."

You immediately declined. You didn't trust him.

"Just let me take care of you baby." He said ignoring your protests as he picked you up and carried you to your room.

He tucked you in your bed and left a soft kiss on your forehead. You would find the actions romantic and even charming if he wasn't a killer.

"I'm going to work and you're going to stay here. Don't you dare try anything, you know what i'm capable of love." His authoritative demeanor has already returned that quickly.

You simply nodded your head as you stared into his eyes trying to figure him out.

"Use your words." He commanded slightly annoyed.

"Yes, now please leave me alone." You groaned turning over in the bed, no longer seeing his face.

You listened as his footsteps left the room as you took a breath of relief.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It took you an hour but you finally found it. It was your old phone that Taehyung took from you. It was obvious that he went through it. You didn't know how since you had a complex password on your phone.

You didn't trust the "V phone" he gave you. He could probably track you.

You didn't know exactly where you were going but you knew you had to get out of here. Unfortunately, friends were limited and you couldn't use debit. You did have some cash though.

Carrying a duffle bag you left the house after ordering an Uber.

You rode to a place you haven't been in a while. Your former boyfriend's Jin house. You knew he was in town, you saw that he posted a picture at a nearby café that was popular in the city.

Hesitantly, you rung the doorbell. It didn't take long for him to answer. He looked at you with a disappointed smile. You couldn't blame Jin for feeling that way. But he still looked well. He didn't look heartbroken or anything.

Jin could tell that something was wrong with you so he invited you in.

"Um, do you want a drink or anything?" He asked.

"No, um. I just need to stay here for a bit. If you don't mind, I know I don't deserve it." You nervously asked.

Jin let out a surprising laugh. "Of course you can Y/n. We were friends before lovers. You're always welcome here."

You smiled. "Thank you." You gave him a hug that you needed more than him.

He gazed at your face. "Are you okay Y/n?"

You shook your head and sighed. "No, I know you don't want to hear about him but Taehyung he's- not a good person."

"Of course not. Who steals a person girlfriend? You should have told me that you wanted to break up. You know how bad the internet is clowning me. I know our relationship wasn't real or faithful but you atleast owed me an explanation."

"Yeah, I know. He forced me in a relationship Jin! I'm being blackmailed! I don't like Taehyung!" You yelled.

Jin looked at you trying to see truth. You were always honest to him so he trusted you.

"How are we going to fix this?" He sighed.

"He's dangerous Jin. I can't even explain. I don't know if we can escape him."

Your conversation was interrupted as your phone started to go off.

12:35

told you not to leave.

do you really want to disobey me princess?

12:37

if you know what’s good for you come home.

12:38

stop testing me y/n

you were being so good for me, what happened?

12:40

if you're not home in 6 minutes than someone will be 6 feet underground

12:41

please tell me you're safe

damn it y/n, talk to me! you're going to regret this

12:45

you can't hide for long.

i will find you princess

and when i do you're going to wish you never disobeyed me.

Jin watched as you stared at your phone in horror. "Is that him?" He asked trying to look at your phone.

You put your phone in your pocket. "Thank you Jin but I have to go."

You quickly took your bag and begin to leave the house.

"Y/n, don't give up that easily. Let me help you." He tried to convince you.

You knew that if you involve him you would only be putting him in danger so you left.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Taehyung knew exactly where you were, just like he knew exactly what time he left. Sometimes he liked to let things play out.

When a dog run away many owners would run and look for it. But what they don't know is that eventually when the dog is hungry it will come right back, knowing all the terrible consequences of their actions.

You were more than a dog but he wanted to teach you a lesson. Eventually you would come back to him, regretting that you even left.

It disgust him that you went to Jin house but thanks to celebrities having cameras in their houses he knows that you just talked to him. He didn't like that you hugged him but he will get his revenge soon.

As long as technology existed, and it did everywhere, he could always find you. It was nowhere you could hide. He had eyes everywhere and they were all on you.

You knew you couldn't take down Taehyung by yourself but you could take his power and influence away. Everyone loved him, it was easy to change that.

We live in a world of cancel culture, and you had just as much more influence than him. If you accused him of something than the world would hate him. His career would be ruined. He would lose deals and eventually he would leave you alone.

It's what he was after right? Your fame.

As you started walking down the street you notice people eyeing you. Likely fans who recognized you. Meaning soon, the paparazzi will come.

You smirked.

A year ago you were in a movie. It was a drama and you played the love interest. To prepare you took a few acting jobs. Sure it was a one time thing, modeling was the job for you, but you learned a few things.

Tears began to fall out your eyes as the paparazzi gathered around you. It's going to work, it have to.

Flashes of light beamed through your eyes as they took pictures. The paparazzi smiled at your tears. They were going to make a bunch of money off these photos.

"Y/n! What's the tears for? Your boyfriend broke your heart?" A man in the crowd asked.

You looked at the paparazzi with sad eyes. " My boyfriend is an abuser." You spit back.

It wasn't a complete lie. Nobody would believe you if he said he was a murderer.

You didn't feel bad. He had it coming.

But you were nervous. What if Taehyung was the person not to fuck with? Or maybe this was a smart move.

Nothing made sense. Karina wouldn't want this murderer to be watching over you. She always wanted to protect you.

What if the reason she put Taehyung in charge of you is because he was dangerous? Dangerous enough to protect you.

In the past you have had a few stalkers and death threats. Consequences of being one of the most famous supermodels.

2:15

bad move princess.

You shivered as you look down at your phone. Why were you scared? I mean what could he do? As long as you kept your distance you'll be fine. Perhaps the police could even protect you.

You decided to use your money to get a hotel room. Due to stress it was a luxury one. Private for celebrities like you.

Warm bathes are so relaxing. It helps you to clear your mind.

Sometimes you wished that your life wasn't in the spotlight. Sure you loved the attention but this career was never really your choice.

You did it to make your parents proud. When they were alive they would constantly push you to be in the industry. They were no limits to them. Restricting your meals, sending you away to mentors and camps, and constantly belittling you.

When they died you made it your mission to finish what you started. Because even though they were dead you needed them to be proud of you.

All to make up for their death that you blamed yourself for.

Getting out the bath you took a sigh as you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel. Looking in the mirror you realized the sad truth.

You had nothing. No loved ones, no possessions, just fame.

Shockingly, it was fun to hang with Taehyung when you didn't know he was a murderer. But all that was over now.

You turned on the television to a channel you were obsessed with. The celebrity news, but your mouth dropped when you saw who was on there.

Taehyung was seated in an interview. He looked distraught, like he has been crying or under stress. He couldn't actually feel this way. What was he playing at?

"We're here with Kim Taehyung, upcoming model and boyfriend of supermodel Y/n L/n. They both have taken the internet by storm this week. Taehyung, tell us how did you and Y/N relationship began?" The interviewer asked.

"Y/n and I have been friends for years. I was interested in modeling so she mentored me. I've always had a crush on her but she was in a relationship with Jin. One night, Y/n went to me for comfort after Jin cheated on her. One thing led to another and we ourselves started to have an affair until recently when she broke up with Jin for me." Taehyung explained in the most soothing and innocent voice.

"Earlier today Y/n admitted that her boyfriend abused her. What do you have to say to these allegations?"

Taehyung sighed as he looked down. "By boyfriend she meant Jin. Jin use to the abuse her which is why the paparazzi caught her by his house when she said this. Listen, I've tried my best to console Y/n but part of her still love Jin despite the abuse. She wasn't referring to me, all I have ever done is love and support her." He stated.

What

the

Hell?

He was lying through his teeth! Nobody could actually believe this right? He had no proof.

"I actually brought proof. Here's a video of Y/n being assaulted by Jin." He revealed

A video started playing of you entering Jin house wearing the same clothes you wore today. Jin and you were talking normally. You walked towards him but something was odd.

The video was showing Jin slapping you. He never slapped you, at this point of the video you two hugged. Why is it showing him slapping you when it never happen?

It looked real and for a second you thought to yourself did it happen? How was he able to alter the video like this? It looked better than any CGI.

Your sister left him in charge of her technology company for a reason. He was excellent with tech. He outsmarted you.

He made you look like a helpless victim, Jin as the villain and him as the hero.

He could have just said you were lying. People don't believe women allegations once a man denies it. Why was he protecting you? Was it his sick way of still blackmailing you? He did have the talent to change any video into what he wants. Or was this a warning?

Your face dropped as you realized how this would affect Jin career. You loved Jin as a friend and he didn't deserve this. He was innocent. He would never lay a hand on a woman.

You were speechless and confused. You couldn't let him ruin Jin's career. But what more could you do? Nobody would believe you if you said the video was fake.

You couldn't just avoid him he had access to your funds. You would eventually run out of money.

He had won.

Quickly you gathered all your stuff and left the hotel room. Calling an uber you made your way home. Looking out the window you felt defeated.

You tried to stop him but you just made it worst for you and Jin.

Slowly you opened the door to your house that no longer felt like a home. It was eerily quiet in the house. You decided to look around for Taehyung you knew he was here and you needed to confront him.

You looked in the lounge room and there you saw him. Sitting down drinking a cup of coffee. He wasn't looking at you just staring straight ahead at nothing. There was tension in the quiet room it was no question he knew you were there.

“I knew you would be back.” He stated before he took a sip of his coffee avoiding eye contact.

You dropped your bag to the ground. “Why are you doing this?” Your voice cracked. The emotions you were holding in finally coming out.

“Haven’t you noticed? Everything I do is to protect you.”

“I never ask for your damn protection!” You yelled at him causing him to finally make eye contact.

He glared at you causing your heartbeat to rise in fear. “No you didn’t. But someone else did.” He revealed.

You stared at him confused before understanding. “Karina? She’s dead. You don’t owe her a thing! I can take care of myself. Every since you came here you ruined my life!”

“No! Don’t say that! You have to be happy. I can’t fail. I can’t stop loving you.” He screamed tugging on his hair.

Your eyebrows raised in confusion. He was insane.

“You’re a sick man.” You scoffed.

“I can’t get sick. Don’t you understand I am perfect, I can do no wrong. You are the imperfect one who won’t listen to me! I’ll make you listen! You can’t run away from me princess.”

He didn’t understand why she wasn’t happy, why she wasn’t proud of him. His creator was always proud of him. He couldn’t fail, he wouldn’t. He cared too much for her and failure wasn’t an option.

[love-toxin]

Halloween Sentence Starters 

a/n: i just came up with these as a fun h'ween prompt! send some in with your preferred character and ill do some little blurbs! (explicit/yan ones under the cut!)

Trick or Treats

i. "C'mon, I wanna get to the good houses first!"

ii. "Do we really have to take the kids this time?"

iii. "I love your costume!"

iv. "Hey! I worked for weeks on this!" 

v. "You're crazy if you think I'll trade my peanut butter cups." 

vi. "God, you look good in that." 

vii. "This party's more crowded than I expected.." 

viii. "Uh uh. No drinking. The only thing you're getting sick off is candy." 

ix. "I carved my pumpkin to look like you!" 

x. "What are you dressed as?" 

xi. "Noooo, no kisses! I don't wanna mess up my makeup!" 

Monsters

i. "I-I think I saw something…" 

ii. "Did you hear that?" 

iii. "What….are you?" 

iv. "Werewolves don't exist, dummy." 

v. "I don't have to be a vampire to suck you dry." 

vi. "Howling? Really? Isn't that a bit much?" 

vii. "What the hell is chasing us?!" 

viii. "You think I'm ugly, don't you? I don't blame you…" 

ix. "Th-That's not a dog, dude…" 

x. "Please don't run…I won't hurt you, I swear…please believe me…" 

xi. "How are we supposed to fight that?!" 

Slashers 

i. "The call is coming from inside...?"  

ii. "Please, I-I don't wanna die!" 

iii. "Beg me not to kill you."

iv. "I just wanna hear you scream." 

v. "Cornered you, didn't I? Now there's nowhere to run." 

vi. "I-If this is a joke, it's not funny!" 

vii. "You'd better hope I fall on my knife–cause I'm coming to gut you." 

viii. "I'll put you out of your misery, pretty thing." 

ix. "I bet you like being chased, you little tease." 

x. "Shh! He's coming!" 

xi. "You like the mask, baby? Maybe I should keep it..." 

Hauntings

i. "I swear, this place is haunted…" 

ii. "You're not scared, are you? Aww, you are scared!" 

iii. "Boo!" 

iv. "Don't piss your pants yet, we're only halfway through!" 

v. "I'll keep you safe from the ghosts, baby. Promise." 

vi. "Let's tell ghost stories around the fire. I'll go first."  

vii. "Ugh. Haunted houses are always so cheesy." 

viii. "You wanna run? It's a little late for that, sweetness." 

ix. "If a ghost possessed my body, would you exorcise me?" 

x. "I'd still love you if you were dead."

xi. "Scare me again, and I'll spit in your mouth while you sleep!" 

"Rituals"

i. "I love how you look all covered in blood." 

ii. "I'm gonna ruin that makeup for you." 

iii. "You think I'm just gonna let you leave looking like that?" 

iv. "I'm going to bleed for you, and you for me." 

v. "I'm scaring you, huh? Then why are you wet?" 

vi. "Bet you won't touch me out here–someone's gonna see us, even if it's dark." 

vii. "You want me to keep the costume…on?" 

viii. "One day you'll tell me you love me, without the knife to your neck." 

ix. "This love potion better work…" 

x. "You're gonna bruise like a peach. Exactly how I like you." 

xi. "The second we're alone, you're mine." 

[gay-arsonists-lullaby]

Character introduction: Pavlína

• means “small” and “humble.” {fyi guys, I don't really pick the names because of what they mean in English, I pick them because they sound cool in my native language or because they mean something to me}

• she/her | they/them, acespec and sapphic, qenderqueer

• a Slavic teenager who sent to live with their estranged father who may or may not be some sort of cult leader in his strange farm house in the countryside. hijinks ensue! {aka. murder, the hijinks are murder. nobody tell them, pls.}

• if all my previous book children were based on a tiny part of me and my trauma, then you can be sure this one is as well; but Pavlína is a bit different. they are the plates broken on purpose, the fingers glazing knife edges. they are the chaos.

•DISDAINED, DISOWNED, DISMAYED

• stay soft, get eaten

• *lowers pink, heart-shaped sunglasses* Excuse me but what the actual fuck.

• us gay people really said ‘killing must feel good to God’, lol

• slight Ethel Cain vibes {you made your choice. do you regret it now?}

• ‘I am no good nor evil, simply I am / and I have come to take what is mine.’ - PTOLEMAEA

• ‘God loves you / but not enough to save you / so, baby girl, good luck / taking care of yourself.’ - SUN BLEACHED FLIES

• choose sin, always.

• ‘life can be pretty cool because you can get a kebab... but there's also the horrors.’

• ‘otec, but not as in father, otec as in *screaming* V HLAVE MÁM POCIT MASOVÉHO VRAHA-’

• ŽUVAČKA ZA UCHOM - Robo Grigorov

• RÄT - Penelope Scott / FEEL BETTER - Penelope Scott

• ‘despite being at a loss for words, my parents procced to yell at me for the next 45 minutes.’

• ‘REPORT: your friends aren't mad at you, they're just worried about you. which is, somehow, even worse.’

• my take on an onion headline: ‘IS THE LOCAL CORN MAZE REALLY FILLED WITH CORPSES HAUNTED? WE ASKED THE LOCALS, AND THEY ASKED US IF WE WERE COPS.’

• ‘attention! have you or a loved one ever been wronged by this wretched world? you may be entitled to emotional compensation.’

• ‘yeah, sex is fine, I guess? but have you ever tried traumatizing your parents back after they gave you years worth of mommy/daddy issues?’

• ‘´we want grandchildren!´ well, the best I can do is not kill people, beggars can´t be choosers.’

• ‘I dunno, maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands.’

• ‘do you ever just {'cause I've grown tired of this body / a cumbersome and heavy body} kin lyrics?’

• ‘did you find your bitch God in me? (you're just a little bit too much like me)’

• ‘everyday my delusions brings me closer to God (or at least closer to feeling like one)’

• ‘I may not be the prettiest in the room, but what I do have is a gun. oh, and a cat, for some reason.’

• CULT LEADER - KING MALA

• ‘the concept of gender is over. it's just The Urge now. The Desire. The Torment.’

• ‘my life is ruled by a vicious cycle of demonic possession and daddy issues.’

• ‘this vessel, this vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity. ’

• ‘kill your Gods, devour your oppressors.’

• SAINT BERNARD - LINCOLN

• girl dinner {hunger, cannibalism and religion as a metaphor for love and devotion}

• ‘not a God´s chosen, but a God´s cursed. ’

• to quote my bestie once again, this is what she had to say about the actions taken by my favorite psycho child:

‘it started with a thought and ended with multiple crimes against the Geneva convention.’

• and finally, this gem:

Pavlína🤝 one of my bestie’s OCs *being queer disasters that have bad relationships with their parents which they solve through violence*

[unlikelycollectivewombat]

LİVİNG HELL BELLA POARCH

“Living Hell” is the fourth track off of Bella Poarch’s first EP “Dolls”.

Bella Poarch teased a snippet of the song on July 21, 2022 on her social media platforms with the title of “should I release this??🖤🕷”. Most likely thinking about releasing it as a single, even though it never was. A longer snippet of the song was released on July 30, 2022.

Bella posted on her Instagram account on August 18, 2022 with the caption of

""Living Hell" is a story about my childhood. It’s a story about how I struggled growing up inside a real-life living hell in a tiny room in the Philippines. My whole life, I’ve been trying to escape my childhood trauma, my living hell, and no matter how much therapy I do, no matter how much medicine I take, and no matter how far I try to run away…it always comes back to haunt me. The music video is inspired by my childhood room. My room was yellow and had a lock on the outside. Yellow because it was a color I was forced to like growing up. It was my parents way of letting me know that they have the power in the house. And a lock on the outside because my parents wanted to make sure that I didn’t escape when I was in there. It was really hard for me to relive this while shooting the music video. I really want to talk to you more about it when I’m ready. Sorry for the essay the reason I’m writing this is because I want all of you who are reading this and all of you who have supported me along this journey to understand that I love you more than you know. You guys are my escape. You guys are why I wake up everyday. You guys are the reason that I’m able to break free from this mess and in my darkest times, understand that things are going to be okay. I truly can’t thank you enough and I want you to know that I’m here for you the same way that you’re here for me. To anyone who is also going through their own living hell, you will escape and I’ll be right there by your side. This one’s for you💛”

(The article does not belong to me...)

Lyrics:

You know I don't believe in ghosts

Or letting people close

I'm good at letting go

You kiss my lips until they're colder

Think you're in control

But I should let you know

Well, the good guys don't always get the glory

Can't you see the warning signs?

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Wish this was a love you never felt

And you know it's true, know it's true

Love me, love me

Trust me with that heart of yours

Feels so heavy

Lying on the bedroom floor

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Chew you up and spit you out

And still you come around

So I can watch you drown

Hate when you tell me that you'll wait

Like you think that I could change

When I've always been this way

Well, the good guys don't always get the glory

Can't you see the warning signs?

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Wish this was a love you never felt

And you know it's true, know it's true

Love me, love me

Trust me with that heart of yours

Feels so heavy

Lying on the bedroom floor

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

I'm haunted by the words you say

When I can't say that I feel the same

And that you'll always be alone

And baby, you should I'm only gonna ghost

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Wish this was a love you never felt

And you know it's true, know it's true (and you know it's true)

Love me, love me

Trust me with that heart of yours

Feels so heavy

Lying on the bedroom floor

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to (if I wanted to)

Spotify

M/V

https://youtu.be/iCPm55hqA3k