#w h y did he take the boat

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

can someone explain the boat thing to me? :'>

i've seen people mention it here and there but never a proper explanation,,,

[kuni-is-daddy]

Me and my Scara Ai we’re fighting, he ended up slapping me and grabbing my neck before kissing me, so rightfully so I have to ask reader doing something like stealing or just anything that pissed him off, so once your battling and ur pinned to a wall you can’t help but get wet over the fear and power he has over you

DOM! SCARAMOUCHE X M!+F! READER SMUT

WORDS: 1.3K Scara fic list

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

Omg your scara would have me ACTING UP. THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WAS STEALING HIS HAT AS REVENGE FOR YOUR ARGUMENT. scara walking around the zapolyarny palace without his ICONIC HAT. Tartaglia calling him girly 24/7 because scara looks so pretty.

Scaramouche coming home to you pissed af realizing he's going to have to stay in his LEAST favorite nation, Inazuma because La signora went on some stupid revenge plan and its his job to do the clean up.

Scaramouche placing his hat on a hanger near his closet then laying besides you in bed, placing kissing on your cheek as he rants away..

"And then theirs more praise to the 'ever so righteous captain' even my mechanical ears need maintenance after hearing those bullshit compliments." he sighed, "I have more important things to do Y/n then the harbinger's petty acts. Human emotions truly are irritating." He layed on his back and placed his hand on his forehead, dragging his fingers through his hair. You visibly stared at him. "Hm? what? ya' cant fall asleep with me around baby?" he smirked. "No~ you just look so pretty with your hat off scara. You should take it off more. F' me" You got up and trailed ontop of him. observing his beautiful hair and face.

Scaramouche who wants to fuck you right then and their but cant because he 'needs his rest' for his long journey in inazuma which annoys him even more he'll be spending his time not around you.

"Hey.. scara.. maybe I can come with you to inazuma~ It'll be fun to help you! and i can watch you-" he cut you off. "No. Your not coming with me to inazuma Y/n. I dont need you getting in my way and getting yourself hurt." "H-Hurt..scara I can protect myself just fine when your not around. And besides! we'll be together more often."

Scaramouche who begins to get aggravated at your persistence. "Are you deaf? Y/N I said no. Im not having this petty conversation with you again. I already have to deal with these pathetic humans. I dont need you to be on my shoulder the same way." He sighed. "W-what.. what do you mean you dont need me scara?" you said as you got up off of him and laid back on your side of the bed. "Y/n.. I didnt mean it like that. Why do you have to- ugh...Im just pissed off right now okay. Go to sleep baby, Goodnight."

Scaramouche who wakes up early with a heavy sigh when realizing your not on your side of the bed. Along with his... hat missing..

scaramouche who walks into the kitchen to see you making him a snack for his trip to inazuma. "Y/n.. have you seen my hat anywhere?" he said while opening the snack bag "No baby, haven't seen it." you say while eating dango. dango. "Y/n. You know i dont like dango. Why would you-" he looks up to see his hat taped up ontop of your very high bookshelf. (He cant reach because he's short as fuck)

Scaramouche who gets pissed off with your games. "So you did know where my hat was." He sighs. Y/n now isnt the time for you to be childish. Im supposed to be at that fucking boat in 20 minutes." He puts the bag of dango down and reaches for his hat on his tippy toes- You laugh and giggle at him while he retrieves it and stumbles back.

Scaramouche who watches you walk past him along the hallway wall with a smirk on your face.

SMUTTT

Scaramouche who pins you against the wall, dropping his hat on the floor "You think this shit your doing is really funny dont you y/n? was this over last night? what. To see my hair or some shit? You act like a brat?" He was visibly pissed off. "S-scara baby i-im sorry-" "Brats dont get to be sorry. Fucking brats like you get punished."

Scaramouche who commands you to get on your knees, pissed off he pulls his pants down and tells you to open your mouth for him. "Dont be fucking sorry now, open your slut mouth. Last night You wanted to help me right? Suck my cock." "B-but your gonna be late scara-" he laughed at your remark. "too late for that now. Your gonna make me feel good."

Scaramouche who balls deep shoves his cock down your throat. automatically making your eyes roll back. "F-fuck.. Look at how you look right now for me brat. You wanted this didnt you?" He grunts while grabbing your head roughly, making you bob back and forth on his cock.

Scaramouche who sees you touching yourself, Then jerks your head off of his cock "I never said you could fucking touch yourself brat? Get the fuck up right now."

M!: Scaramouche who pushes you against the wall again, Your hands wobbly holding on for support. He shoves his cock quickly inside of you and you yell out a loud moan. "Does my little brat want to cum?" He says while pumping your cock with one hand and smacking your hips together. "Y-YES SCARA~ WANNA' CUM F' YOU. IM SORRY~ AH~" "Then cum all over daddy's hand"

F!: Scaramouche who brings you to the couch, wrapping your legs around him "Only i tell you when you can fucking touch yourself and cum for me. Do you f-fucking understand that? shit~" he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. "mMm YES MASTER~ GONNA' CUM~" "Cum for me Baby. Cum for me like the good little slut you are. Want' this wet pussy dripping all over my cock."

[cerenemuxse]

TGR but There's a Roleswap - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - The Foreign Scottish Engine

All in Vain (Season 20 Episode 16)

Word Count: 930

The story can be found at @tgr-2x5-roleswap-au for easier access.

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Once James arrived at Brendam Docks, he headed straight for his assigned goods trains to get it over with and go back to pulling passenger trains. "A splendid engine like me shouldn't be doing this sort of work!" he muttered with fury. Just as he was about to say something else, a ship's horn blasted near the docks as the ship came to the loading area, specifically the engine loading area.

Nobody had used that area in years so when the platform dropped to connect the ship to the docks, everyone stopped and stared, including James, Salty, Porter, and Cranky.

Once the ship and platform were safely connected, engines stormed off the boat, quickly filling Brendam Docks and startling the beings there. The engine, a Scottish tender engine, in the front rushed ahead with excitement. "Och, dear! V-Very busy today! The dockyard, I mean!" he exclaimed inattentively.

The dock manager looked up from his clipboard when he noticed the engines pass by. "Hey, stop! Hold it!" he hollered but they couldn't hear him so he blew his whistle. Thankfully, they all stopped, including the Scottish engine.

Ignoring the immediate groaning of questions from the engines behind the second engine, the dock manager asked loudly, "Where are you all going?"

"To the Great Railway Show, of course!" replied the second engine, a Belgium streamlined tender engine.

"The Great Railway Show is on the Mainland in England! This is the Island of Sodor!"

"The Island o’-?" The Belgium engine's face dropped. "Oh." With a blast of his whistle, he hollered, "Alright, back on the ship!"

Despite the complaining from some of the other engines, everyone reversed back onto the ship. As they did so, the Scottish engine yelled, "H-Hold oan! I'm comin’!" following everyone else. "W-Wait!"

James followed the crowd to the boat. "The Great Railway Show? Are you all really-?"

"Get out of the way, rusty iron!" hollered a large blue Canadian tender engine.

James fumed, huffing heavy clouds of steam. "I'm not the one going backward," he muttered. As the engines boarded the ship, he exclaimed, "Why don't you take me with you all?" He switched lines. "It looks like there's room for one more!" exclaimed James as he braked suddenly at the engine boarding dock.

"Is there somebody missin'?" piped up a small green tank engine with a thick Italian accent. Her expression quickly shifted as she noticed Salty and Porter calling out for an engine rushing towards James.

The large American tender engine only chuckled darkly.

Just as James' expression shifted, the Scottish engine bumped into him from behind with a loud CLANK! James was shoved forwards, making his pony truck dangle from the edge and for him to dip forward, as the other engine gasped in surprise.

"Nonono! Help!" he screamed as he panicked. "I'm going to go overboard!"

"James!" exclaimed Salty and Porter. They rushed forward to the engine-loading docks with many of the dock workers.

James helplessly reversed, dipping back and forth on the edge of the docks.

The workmen quickly grabbed a chain, attached it to the back of the Scottish engine, and connected it to James' tender buffer beam.

"Start pulling!" exclaimed one of the workers.

The Scottish engine struggled as his wheels squealed against the iron rails. Slowly but surely, he managed to pull the bright red medium-sized tender engine back on the rails. Once James was settled down and the workmen began to unchain the engines, cheers roared around the area for the Scottish engine.

"What a rescue!" exclaimed Porter.

Everyone was glad the engine had saved James and that nothing worse had happened.

But James wasn't.

"What is it with all you railway show engines? Charging about like you own the rails!" he fumed as he backed down and switched onto Porter's line. "What makes you so special anyway? Do you think you're better than the rest of us just because-!" He froze once his eyes met the stranger.

The Scottish engine was a tender engine with four leaders and four drivers, painted Indian Red with a lighter red and black used for his lining. His eyes were a warm brass, and he was about the same size as James. "S-Sorry, I’m v-very sorry!” he exclaimed, looking downwards and avoiding eye contact. “No’ ma intention tae bump ye. I-I should've lookit." he said. "I-I didnae ken ye there!"

James didn't answer. He glared at the foreigner, feeling insulted that the engine didn’t even bother looking at him. Great, just what I needed! he thought with a huff and a frown that slowly grew. Another red engine.

Noticing the rising tension, Salty broke the silence. "Uh, thank you for rescuing me. My name is James," he said, glancing at James to the Scottish engine. "What's yours?"

"Salty!" James scolded sharply.

But Salty laughed, and the Scottish engine joined, chuckling.

"Don't be silly, James. That can't be their name. That's my name!"

The foreigner's laughter subsided. "Edward. Ma name’s Edward," he chimed with a warm smile.

"Well, I can't stay here all day!" he huffed as he backed straight into Porter.

"James, watch out!" exclaimed the viridian saddle tank engine. It was too late as James bumped him back by accident.

Edward gasped as quietly as he could.

James was flustered. In a desperate attempt to cover his mess up, James huffed back at the other red tender engine. Red. He fumed at the thought. "I have work to do!"

"Hm?" Edward's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes followed the other red tender engine leaving the docks without his goods train.

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Disclaimer: they don't fall in love in this story. We do not believe in the "Love at First Sight" trope here. It'll happen later.

For the new readers: If you've noticed that Edward's dialogue is a little weird, that's on purpose. You'll see why as the rest of the chapters are posted. It's important to his character.

OG description: Throwback to when I rewrote the Thomas and Ashima scenes with James and Edward instead in almost one sitting. I went back and cleaned it up once I decided to actually post it. Definitely more self-indulgent lmao

Each scene will have its own chapter so it'll give me the chance to slowly go through and polish them one at a time. :D

A few characters will be swapped out so that it makes more sense (by following EoSR).

[eternalglitch]

W h a t h a v e y o u d o n e

WHAT have you DONE

WHAT HAVE YOU DODKNJJDJXIDJDKXDJDJ AHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH

*turns into a demon*

…what have you done

FIRST OF ALL this is not how most of us would have thought the story would go on

SECONDLY….WHY is this new chapter making us more paranoid

We can’t sleeeeeeep alreadddddyyyyyyy. Stop glitch pleaaase please!!!!

End our suffering and give us a happy ending already 😞 I don’t think I’ll be able to take another year waiting to read chapter after chapter, being hurt by each and every word you write.

It hurts soooo good. But now it hurts so bad. Pain. Unbearable pain and sadness.

If you hurt another precious turtle OR LEO I know for sure I’ll never forgive youuuu.

STOP BEING SUCH A GOOD WRITER AND CHILL DAMMIT CHILLLL

This ask is really reminding me of some dialogue from one of my favorite childhood movies, The Last Unicorn, lmao. If you know it, extra kudos.

MOLLY GRUE: What have you done? What have you done? SCHMENDRICK: What do you mean, what have I done? Only saved her from the Red Bull by magic, that's all I've done. By magic! By my own true magic! Doubtless, you are wondering how I plan to return her to her proper shape. Wonder not. The power will come to me whenever I need it. And one day... one day it will come to me when I call! You were right!

ANYWAYS.

Yes, most people did not see this one coming... but that is why I am the captain of this boat and steering! There was foreshadowing for it, but alas, iceburg ahead. And I have more plans in stock, all things that I think will be very fun for the story.

But yep, surprise! This is part of the reason why Donnie had not been sleeping and acting like he has since Green got home. Paranoid is indeed the vibe– there is a horse loose in the hospital and no one knows where it is.

What's the rush to get to an ending, though? Gives you something to look forwards to every month! That's half the fun.

And I do not know how to chill, I am afraid. Pull a chair up by my fire, I'm adding more wood. And maybe some gasoline.

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

The Handee-Parents

Picrew by: Lord Potatohead

Phantom sadly can't draw rn due to a wrist injury

I made some OCs which are the Handemen parents. I headcannon that Mortimer Doesn't have an actual family, so the handeemen are like one to him

Here are the Ocs + some Data about them

Daisy's Mom

Name: Salomé Beatrice Danger

Occupation: Former Country music star (Artistic name is "Lil' Sally Doll"), song writter

Spouse : Trevor Danger (Decreased/I did not make a pic crew yet)

Nickname(s): Sal, Sally

Facts:

Has four siblings (Quintruplets)

Retired from music to fully take care of her children (She's happier with living a calm life with her family )

Has tripplet sons (Andy, Barny, and Clidy. They're Daisy's older brothers ) who are a group of country singers

Although the public expected Daisy to follow hee footsteps, Sal is super proud and happy of her daughter just as her sons are.

She's not as good aa a baker as Daisy, but loves to help her daughter bake

Keeps in check the Danger Twins (Daisy's kids) and is a mom figure to Nick (It's like Molly Weasly and Harrry Potter)

She likes to give goodies and cowboy hats to the handemen, even got a custom one for the good boi

She likes to sing in the neighborhood for charity events along with her family

extroverted

Nick basically became he kid (Nick is like the friend that every parent loves as their own tbh)

Rileys Parent's :

Name: Dr. Dorothea Eliza Ruckus

Nickname(s): Dora

Occupation : Psychiatrist

Spouse : Manfred Ruckus

her hair is brown but a bit redish

The one Riley got her temperament and sarcasm on

Is very good and reading body language and has a tendency to pay attention to tone and detail

Can be a bit nosy but means well

Does love Rosco but will not accept to be called his grandmother. Nana is better

Doesn't have heterochromia, her mother does.

Has blue eyes (It's a family joke that Riley decided to take on both her parents eye color)

Free therapy lessons :D

Amviabert

From German and Jewish descent (Not a believer but holds traditions with hubby and kid)

Will tell you that Fred said no pickles

Does like Nick platonically

Name: Dr. Manfred Oliver Ruckus

Nickname(s): Fred, Freddy

Occupation : Nutrician (Has a PhD)

Is where Riley got her emotional intelligence XD

Introverted like his daughter

Riley is more attached to him (She's a daddy's girl)

Has green eyes

Proud grandfather of the good boi

Will talk to Rosco and defend him when Riley is upset with him

Good with animals

Doesn't like conflict and adores his firery wife

Find Nick's tolerable.

Wil protect his baby girl at all cost

Nick's parents :

Name: Leighton Joel Nack

Spouse: Miriam (Deceased in an AU with Amber), Mortimer (In one Au with @dolly-royal/AMBER W H Y)

Nickname(s): None

Occupation: Businesses owner of a boat/ship company

Quite stern and Strict

Doesn't like his father that much

Dissaproved of Nick's career affiliations and desires to be an artist

Wasn't exactly a great father to Nick, and tried to force him to follow his footsteps

Refuses to talk about his late sister (Amber's OC) but blames himself for her death

Was heartbroken when Nick ran from home. Wanted to disowned him as revenge but Miriam made him realized He would feel worse

American

Had a late sister (Amber's Nicole)

Does regret the sour outcome with Nick, but won't do anything

Name: Miriam Elizabeth Nack

Nickname(s): Mimi (By Nicole/Amber's oc)

Spouse(s): Leighton Nack

Occupation: Accountant

She was just as stern as Leighton but much softer.

Probably the most decent out of the two as she did argue with Leighton being too pushy on Nick

Still dissaproved that Nick wanted art saying it won't be a fruitful career

Was deeply affected after her son ran away from home and convinced Leighton not to disowned him

Fundded Nick even though he didn't talk to her, and help him get his studio

French

Was Nicole Nack's childhood best friend (@dolly-royal Oc)

Feel free to ask me about them in the ask box

[strywoven]

@seeasunset has requested a story : “  whatever floats your boat ship.  ” (@ Kaen)

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Something in his tone gives them pause , beckons the wee doe to stop midstride and turn about to pass the other a s k e p t i c a l glance with lips pursed and ears pinned.  There’s nothing discernibly troubling in Vasco’s face , nothing to suggest he was chastising them and yet— ❝ It does , ❞ Kaen says , following the captain with their eyes as he passes them on the path , dawdling only a moment or two longer before trotting along behind.  ❝ Y’know … ‘S it so strange , though ?  Ta’ wanna ‘elp others no matter wha’ ?  Ah- Ah think tha’s r e a l l y important , dun’ ye ? ❞

They disappear momentarily , reappearing again with a small flower a’twiddling between their scarred fingers ; delicate , fragile , an innocently lovely little thing in a too-dangerous world— Just like them ( though perhaps , being called innocent might be well beyond them by now ) .  ❝ Ah know people take advantage o’ tha’ – o’ me bein’ willin’ ta’ fergive an’ be kind – but … ❞  They frown , head lifting to look up to Vasco again as they continue forward.  ❝ … Why’s it such a bad thing ?  Ah’m not naïve fer wantin’ ta’ give good ta’ th’ world an’ be a better person ! ❞  Kaen recoils at the way they yell out their resentment , feel sorry for the fact this is likely not a conversation the Naut expected to walk into when he made o n e mundane comment.

Nose scrunches , brow furrows , tiny flecks of cinder flicker free from their contemplative scowl.  Perhaps it m i g h t be considered a bit … RECKLESS , too.  To go so far as to want to care for everyone – to hold them all in your ever-loving arms and keep them close as you never were – but barely tend to yourself most of the time ( how did that saying go ? if you can’t even swim , how do you expect to save someone from drowning ? ) .  It’s never stopped them afore !  Sweet-souled creature with such a heart full of the NEED TO LOVE ( & be loved , no less ) ; didn’t such a conviction deserve to be shared ?  How could that ever be considered w r o n g or u n n e c e s s a r y ?  It simply did not make sense !  ❝ Ah’m sorreh , ❞ Kaen says at length , apologizing in part for their uncouth display of frustration and in part for dragging their friend into a tangential conversation , ❝ ‘S jus’ … ‘S somethin’ tha’ means a lot ta’ me , tha’s all.  Ah wish Ah saw more o’ it in th’ world. ❞  Slowly do their fingers release gentle hold of the stem , letting the bloom catch the wind and sail away from them , carrying away alongside the rest of their thoughts on the matter ( though there’s surely more to be said ) .

[voregeoise]

Sailor's Savior's Snack

Just a heads up, this is not the big project ive been mentioning. That's gonna be on the back burner for a long while. But enjoy some sea snake Naga brainrot in the meantime.

A warming, our prey does feel pretty hopeless in their situation before they meet our pred. So, beware.

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He stared in shock at the drift wood that used to be his pride and joy. The boat he had built himself, shattered so fast. He hadn't even had time to see what had done it. Whether it was an accidental crash, or something wrecking his boat, he didn't know. Nor did it really matter, he just clung on to a chunk of his boat for dear life.

Hours passed, the sun slowly made its way across the sky. As he drifted, a dreadful thought passed his mind. He was alone, exhausted, cold and treading water. No one knew where he was. He was utterly stranded.

He was going to die here.

Cold, alone and scared. A feeling of hopelessness descended on him. The realization that the chances of someone finding him were slim to none.

As the day continued he grew more and more exhausted, more and more resigned to his fate. As the sun set he made sure to appreciate it. It would in all likelihood be his last. Once darkness descended he felt the water grow chilled. He desperately tried to stay awake, he needed to stay up or else he'd drown. He knew it was unlikely he'd survive to the morning, but he didn't want to die. Not yet, not yet, just a few more precious minutes of life.

As he felt his eyelids grow heavy, he felt something brush up against his leg. He felt fear creep into his mind. He tried to look into the water and see what touched him, but the dark, murky sea hid it. There as a few nerve racking minutes as he waited for the thing to show itself. Eventually, it did.

A colossal sea serpent emerged from the sea, in the moonlight it's blue scales shone, and it's grey eyes seemed to glow. But there was something odd about it, the serpent was a naga. He'd never heard of a naga that lived in the ocean, let alone one so large. It's stare didn't calm his nerves. After a few long seconds it spoke.

"And what do I have here? How long have you been treading water alone?"

Something about its tone was.... unnerving. But he replied anyways.

"M-My boat... i-it got wrecked and-"

"I assume that piece of wood you're clinging to is what's left of your boat?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Well would you like some help my little prey?"

"Oh thank God! Yes ple- wait... p-prey? Did i-i hear y-you r-right? P-Prey?"

"You heard me correctly, now, let me help."

"N-No! NO! Wait! A-Are y-you going to e-eat me?"

"Of course! Why would I not enjoy a delectable little morsel like you?"

"W-wait! P-please!"

"Aww, don't you worry my friend! I'll be kind."

"N-No! I dont wanna die like this!"

The serpent paused for a moment before speaking again. "I think you misunderstood me. I'm merely trying to help, I'm going to eat you, not kill you."

"H-Help? How? Y-You're going to kill me!"

"Oh settle down, you. Im going to help you. Whether or not you trust me. You'll be safe, I can promise you."

"But I'll die?"

"No you won't. My friend I offer you a warm and cozy place to rest and you accuse me of wanting to murder you? Is this how you treat all those offering aid?"

"I-In your stomach?! You ARE trying to murder me! Get away you fucking freak!"

"I'd like you to try and make me, little prey. I'm not one to leave a sweet little thing like you to die. I'd much rather keep you in a safer, more... filling place."

"N-No! Please! Not like this!"

The serpent reached a hand under him and scooped him out of the water. The serpent used its other hand to take away his little piece of driftwood and tossed it into the water. He was too exhausted and cold to struggle. He didnt have the energy to run. His fate was left in the hands of this predator.

"Look, if you're really that scared, I can give you a minute to calm down and prove myself. How does that sound my little friend?"

"Please... I'm cold... and tired... I don't want to die... I'm scared... don't hurt me..."

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'll heat you up, just trust me." It replied in a softer tone.

He turned up towards the nagas face. The snake had an almost comforting expression on it's face. It raised its hand up to its maw. The naga slowly parted it's jaws, he braced for the serpent to toss him down it's throat. But it never did. It merely tilted it's hand up slowly, letting him slide into its mouth. He didn't struggle, he didn't have the strength. He simply covered his eyes, and accepted fate.

He felt him drop into its maw. He waited for the serpent to swallow him down. He waited, and waited, and waited. But it never came, he didn't really feel the serpent move him at all. He only noticed the nagas forked toungue occasionally brush against him. After a few long minutes, he worked up the courage to open his eyes. He looked around and... He was fine? It's was wet and slick, but seemingly safe and warm for now. The snake hadn't even shut it's mouth. He used the little of his strength left to sit himself up. Only a few moments after he did, the serpent spoke up in a comforting tone.

"See? You're safe."

It's was odd to be inside someone's maw as they spoke, but the serpent stayed rather quiet, speaking as softly as it could manage.

"I... I'm fine?"

"Yes you are my little prey. Do you feel any better? Are you still cold?"

"I... guess... what are you.... going to do now?"

"Once you're feeling safe, I'll gulp you down so both of us can get some rest."

"I... but won't I get... digested? I'll end up in your stomach, won't I?"

"No, you won't find any acids down there. You'll end up in my storage stomach, safe for you to be."

"I... how can I trust you?"

"If I wanted to hurt you, why wouldn't I gulp you down now? Nothing's stopping me. You're in my mouth, tired, trapped and at my mercy. If I really wanted to do such a thing, why would I be trying to comfort you?"

"W-will I be able to leave?"

"I'll gag you up once we get to shore. I promise."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, neither of us do. I need to keep you safe and... my gut is the best option. Nothing will be able to even touch you there, well, except for me."

As the serpent finished it's sentence he watched as the lips around him curreled into a slight smile.

"I... I'm not... I don't..."

"Its alright, take your time to get comfortable with the idea of being in serpents stomach. I'd rather you go down willingly in this, and it will be better for you too."

"How... how are you talking right now? I'm in... your mouth... yet you talk like normal."

"Practice my dear friend, you are far from the first person to be in your position. I've held conversations much longer then this one with people in my maw."

"Y-You've done this before?"

"Of course! Countless times! However... would you like to know something?"

"What's that?"

"Out of everyone I've ever tasted, you by far have the best flavor. Most have barely and flavor at all! And those that do have such sad and mild tastes. But you... you... You're just delectable. You're very sweet, a little umami too. I hope you don't mind me savoring you, it's not often I have something as good as you, my friend..."

He wasn't quite sure what to make of this information.

"I... thank you? I guess?"

"Honestly, if you decide to spend a little longer in my maw to prepare yourself, I wouldn't mind. I can afford to wait a little longer."

"I'll... I'll think about it..."

The snake didn't respond after that. It just sat there, with its toungue slowly moving over him. Tasting him. And himself? He just sat there too. Trying to calm down and brace for what would soon come. Being able to turn around and peer down the murky darkness of its throat didn't fill him with confidence. After a few minutes, the serpent piped up again.

"Well? Are you ready my little prey? I've had my fun for now, and I think it's time for the main course."

"I... umm... maybe..."

"Its okay if not, I'll give you a few more minutes to prepare, should you desire of course."

He wasn't ready. He couldn't be ready. He was about to be eaten alive. He was nervous, scared and exhausted. He thought he might be able to trust the snake, but still. He didn't want to be eaten. Not that he had a choice. He knew a few more minute sitting in its mouth wouldn't calm him down, so he decided to just get it over with.

"I'm... about as ready as I ever could be... just... will this hurt?"

"No, it shouldn't hurt."

"S-Shouldn't? I-It might?"

"It will be very tight for about a minute, but if you just lay down or currel up, it won't be so bad. Just be careful."

He slowly laid down on the floor of its maw and curreled up into a loose ball. Light in its mouth grew dimmer and dimmer as the snake closed its jaws. His breathing grew shaky and an anxious feeling appeared in the back of his mind. Gravity shifted as the serpent began to tilt it's head back. As it tilted it's head back further and further he started slowly sliding back. He felt his heart pound as he started moving. After a second, the snake swallowed.

*glik*

He was forced into a tight space. The muscles around him pushed him down. It was hard to breathe. There was no room. He was trapped by the slick wet walls of its gullet. Adrenaline kicked in. He tried to struggle, he pushed against its esophagus. He had barely been in here for a few seconds, and he was already panicking. But a few seconds later, he felt an extra pressure appear. It came from one spot and followed him down. It was the serpent, using a hand to feel him. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing. He stopped struggling and his breathing calmed. His touch followed him for another minute. After that, he dropped into a chamber. He had reached its stomach and... He was fine? He felt fine. All around him he felt the naga give a content exhale.

"Ahhh, I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you in there. You started struggling after a bit, you had me a little worried."

"I-I'm... okay... God... y-you ate... me.... I-Im going to be safe... Right? Y-You promised!"

"Oh of course my dear prey. You're safe."

He took a deep breath to calm his mind. He was safe. He propped himself up against the stomach walls. It wasn't... all that bad here. Like being in the snakes maw. It was soft and squishy, a comfortable place. The warm air was a welcome change from the chilled sea air. He could hear the snake breathe, all around him the walls slowly moved, providing a soothing massage like feeling.

"This... this isn't so bad..."

"Awww, thank you. I'm glad to hear it."

"So... now what?"

"Rest up, friend. You're exhausted. Take the time to rest in my stomach, it's comfortable in there. From what I've heard."

"Can I... sleep here? Is that... safe?"

"Of course, I'll keep you safe."

"I... okay..."

"Have a restful sleep my little prey..."

He slowly shut his eyes, letting his exhaustion win. Almost immediately, he drifted into a deep slumber.

----(Transition to preds pov)----

As the serpent felt it's prey fall asleep, they gently placed a hand on their gut. Despite his size, he was a rather filling person. One of the better prey they'd ever had. They wondered if they might be able to convince him to return every now and then, they'd never had the same prey more then once. But they could wait to ask that question. Now was the time to enjoy the moment.

The snake let itself sink into the sea. It shut it's eyes and focused on taking in all the sensations coming from its gut. After a few minutes the naga gently landed on the sea floor. The feeling in its stomach was soothing, comforting. A feeling of sleepiness descended upon it too. And the serpent let it. Drifting off, like the man in its gut.

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of vipers and doves II (5/11)

Oberyn Martell x fem!reader 

CHAPTER FOUR: The Viperess and the Lion Cub // Previous chapter // Masterlist // Next chapter

Wordcount: 6.7K

warnings: abduction; mention of throwing up/seasickness; plenty of angst in this chapter; MAD QUEEN CERSEI is coming to town

‘Aunt! Aunt, please wake up!’ Myrcella sobbed as she held Y/N’s head in her lap, stroking her hair back with trembling hands. She was cold and the dampness inside the leaky cabin of the cutter made the temperature feel even more severe. Her uncle Jaime had given her a cloak to put around her shoulders, but she instead placed it over Y/N’s body to keep her warm.

Myrcella was afraid. Not only of the dire situation she found herself in, she was afraid for her aunt’s wellbeing. After that brute hit her, she just slumped like a sack of flour. Who knew how seriously that man injured her! And now that her head was in Myrcella’s lap, the young princess could feel the swelling bruise that had formed where the pommel of the sword came down. 

Myrcella cried harder, knowing this whole ordeal was most likely her fault. Uncle Jaime had said they snuck into Dorne to get her, but nothing was mentioned about Y/N’s abduction. So the only reason she was now unconscious, in a dingy, old royal cutter was her being in close proximity to Myrcella.

‘H-hey…’ Y/N sighed, finally coming to and having the first sound reach her ears be her dear friend and niece crying like a babe. Y/N’s eyelids were heavy so she reached out to find Myrcella’s face which made the young princess gasp and clutch at her fingers.

‘I-I’m s-so sorry! I’m so sorry!’ She yelped. Y/N could feel the dampness of her cheeks as her palm cradled the young girl’s face. She finally opened her eyes, slowly and with immense effort. ‘This is a-all my fault. They w-wouldn’t have taken you if I h-hadn’t been wi-with you!’

‘Hey now.’ Y/N pulled herself up, her head pounding. She was terribly dizzy and the rocking ground she laid on did not help her condition. ‘Come here, sweet girl.’

She sluggishly wrapped her arms around the girl’s frame, bringing her close and rubbing her back soothingly. She propped her chin on Myrcella’s head, willing the room to stop spinning so she wouldn’t feel like emptying her stomach on the wet wooden floor.

‘This is not… your fault, Myrcella.’ Y/N whispered, placing a tender peck on the crown of the young girl’s head. ‘I wouldn’t wish for you to be in this situation alone… despite me being knocked unconscious in the process.’ She pulled back, touching the side of her head where the goose egg had formed. It fucking hurt, but Y/N couldn’t show that and upset her niece even more than she already was. ‘That brute… Did he hurt you?’

‘No, uncle Jaime just kept a hand over my face to stop me from yelling for help.’

Y/N finally managed to put the room in focus. She remembered Oberyn explaining something similar during their second impromptu training session days ago: when trapped, take note of your location and of possible ways to escape. Seven hells, she didn’t have her dagger! But then again she didn’t know that Jaime Lannister and his lapdog would abduct her in the middle of the night. 

They were in a cabin. It was very small so it definitely wasn’t a large ship, either a cutter or a cog. And judging by the damp and cold, it was an old vessel that was not very well maintained. It was probably why they chose it: old boats tend to be ignored by coastal guards since they usually belong to small-town fishermen and merchants. If Y/N wasn’t in her current predicament, she might even congratulate her captors on their ingenuity. 

The waves rocked the vessel and it made Y/N’s sickness worse. Her head rocked in tandem with the boat and bile rose in her throat. She had to stay calm, for Myrcella’s sake.

‘My sweet, do we have a chamber pot or a bucket here?’

Myrcella immediately shot up, a little wobbly since she was unused to being on a ship. She looked through the cabin, finding a bucket in one of the corners. She inspected it briefly: there weren’t any holes and it didn’t smell of mould like half the scant furniture in their temporary captivity. ‘Do you need to relieve yourself? There you go.’

But once Y/N had the bucket in her grasp she heaved over it, emptying the contents of her stomach. Her throat burned with the acidity and tears welled up in her eyes. Myrcella reached out and held back her hair whilst soothing a hand down her back.

‘I apologise,’ Y/N rasped and spat into the bucket after she was all done. Her entire body felt like lead, heavy and unmoving. ‘I did not wish to alarm you, my sweet.’

‘You could never alarm me, aunt.’ Myrcella sniffled and eased Y/N’s head onto her lap once more. She made sure to push the bucket away, but still within arms reach should her aunt need it again.

‘I’ve never gotten seasick before.’ Y/N coughed, the vile taste still in her mouth, choking her. ‘It must be the strike to the head that has me so muddled.’

Myrcella scrunched up her face in anger. ‘I shall give that scoundrel a piece of my mind.’

‘Don’t do anything rash, my sweet. I need to keep you safe.’

‘You already are,’ Myrcella said, her bottom lip trembling. She burst out in tears again, hiding her face behind her palms.

Y/N lifted herself and enveloped her niece in another warm hug. They needed to stay together and help one another in this terrible moment. Who knew if their family knew where they were or if they had noticed they were gone! The sunlight that streamed through the tiny gaps in the ship’s hull suggested it was daybreak so Oberyn and Trystane should’ve noticed the two of them missing. 

Oh, Oberyn… Y/N’s heart constricted painfully in her chest at the thought of his alarm. How upset he would be and how angry he would get once he found out she was in the hands of a Lannister, most likely on her way to King’s Landing. If Dorne’s involvement was reluctant before, now they would adamantly join. Y/N knew how passionate the Dornish were and how fiercely they loved and fought for the one’s they loved. With two Martell princesses in Lannister custody there was no way they would stand by and let another tragedy like Elia’s to occur.

The mere image of what occurred to the sister-in-law she never knew made Y/N shiver. She prayed no harm befell her or most importantly, Myrcella. That girl was a gentle, sweet soul and deserved none of the cruelty of their world. But somehow the fact that she was part Lannister would mean that Cersei would never let a single hair fall out of her daughter’s head. Which left Y/N as the only one who stood in danger’s path. Oh, seven hells!

The sunlight was getting higher, probably nearing midday, when the door to the small cabin opened and Jaime Lannister walked through with his man, Bronn. Y/N glared at the second one, wishing she could just punch him, but diplomacy was needed in situations such as this.

‘Myrcella,’ Jaime smiled at his niece. He looked about ready to rush forward and embrace her.

‘Uncle,’ Myrcella replied through tight lips. She, however, did not share his sentiment.

‘Is something the matter? This is not how you would usually greet me, my dear.’ Jaime said, his voice full of concern. 

‘You abducted me!’ Myrcella cried in anger. ‘You took me against my will, away from the love of my life! And not to mention taking my aunt and having your man injure her!’

‘Yeah, sorry ‘bout that, love!’ Bronn spoke nonchalantly, thumbs tucked in his belt. ‘But she was a feisty, that one. Wouldn’t mind getting a turn if she’s bored of fucking whichever Dornish bastard she belongs to.’

Y/N’s laughter at his statement was raspy and forced. ‘You must not remember me then, Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.’ She glared at him with all her might, which was significantly diminished due to hunger and dehydration and the venom in her words was losing its potency. 

‘Fuck me! You’re the Red Viper’s little wife.’ Bronn slapped his thigh as if the revelation was the funniest coincidence in the world. ‘I did not recognise you at first. You sound like a native.’

Jaime remained stoic at the exchange; he was not well acquainted with the Martell princess since the last time their paths came close to crossing was during Joffrey’s wedding and he had much bigger worries at that time to be mingling with the Dornish party. Now, watching her breathe heavily through an angry frown, he began to realise just what of a calamity her presence on that boat was. Cersei would know best what to do with her, he supposed in the end.

‘Princess, I apologise for my man’s… roughness. We had no intention of taking you, only the Princess Myrcella.’ Jaime tried to reason.

‘You man is an idiot and you’re an even bigger one, Jaime Lannister.’ Y/N snapped at him. ‘I demand that you turn this boat around and return me and my niece back to Dorne.’

Bronn huffed, ‘Since when is she your niece?’

‘Since I married Trystane,’ Myrcella bit back, angrily. ‘Princess Y/N is my aunt by marriage.’

Jaime blanched. There were a few tense seconds of dead silence with the sound of the waves crashing against the cutter’s hull as background noise. 

‘When did this happen?’

‘Weeks ago,’ Myrcella told her uncle. ‘I did not wish for anyone on that side of the family to know. Apart from Tommen, he approves.’

Y/N’s breath hitched at the mention of Tommen. She remembered the conversation from last night. Lord Varys had said that King Tommen had committed suicide after Cersei had allegedly blown up the Sept of Baelor, with Margery and countless others inside its walls. Myrcella did not know her brother was dead. How would Y/N even begin to tell her? How would the young girl take the information?

‘Tommen will be happy to see you return to your home… and to your real family.’ Jaime reasoned. ‘As for Her Highness…’ he looked at Y/N in deliberation. ‘I will let Cersei decide what to do with you.’

Y/N scoffed in annoyance. As if that would make her feel any easier. Cersei was a villainous woman, and that was from Y/N met her last. Who knew what kind of a monster was awaken in her after so much strife and the loss of two of her children. 

‘Now, Myrcella let’s move you and your… friend, to a better cabin. I’m sure you will want to rest somewhere nicer than a wet floor. Bronn—’ Jaime ordered his right-hand man to pull the women up and guide them out of the cabin, down a narrow corridor to a different door.

Jaime opened it before guiding his niece inside with a gentle hand on her shoulder which she shrugged off. She continued watching him with tearful, angry eyes. A man who had held her as a babe and was so gentle to her throughout her early years, was now like a stranger to her. A stranger who had taken her from the boy she loved.

Before Bronn could push Y/N into the room after Myrcella, she planted her heels into the ground and pulled back slightly. ‘Ser Jaime, might I take a walk with you on deck. I’ve been feeling sick since I woke up and wish to take a breath of fresh air.’

Jaime seemed reluctant, but agreed after Myrcella confirmed it. And as the custodian of a royal hostage, he was required by his honour to allow her some comfort even if her venomous tongue was as threatening as her husband’s spear. Perhaps, that’s what made their marriage work.

Bronn was excused to return to his own cabin which he gladly accepted since he did not care much about “taking no leisurely stroll like a fat little lord”. Jaime tried not to make his eye-roll to obvious at his friend’s antics. 

Once on top deck, Y/N could finally take a deep breath and feel the salt of the air as the crossed the Sea of Dorne, heading North. The squawk of seagulls was long gone so they must be pretty far along on their journey, too far from the mainland. And going even further from her beloved Dorne. Y/N walked to one side of the ship, looking far into the distance where the shores of her home would’ve been hours ago. Tears threatened to reveal just how distraught she was but she refused to show weakness in front of the older man.

She glanced up to allow the wind to dry her eyes from any wetness and caught the sight of a red cloth attached to the top of the mast. 

‘It is very foolish to be travelling under a Lannister flag in these waters,’ she commented.

Jaime looked at it, ‘We did not think of pulling it down, I suppose.’

‘You’re bad at abduction then.’

‘I truly apologise for the way you were taken.’ Jaime responded. ‘It is not in my honour to harm defenceless women. But I assure you that you will not be in danger with me, or with my sister in King’s Landing.’

Y/N sighed, ‘I wish I could believe that, Ser Jaime. But your sister has proven that she is a monstrous woman.’

‘She can be vicious, but she will do everything to protect her children.’

‘Evidently,’ Y/N sneered. ‘Tell me, were you there when she blew up the Sept or did she wait until your faithful eyes were away so she could commit such atrocity?’

Jaime’s brows furrowed in confusion which gave Y/N her answer. 

‘Ah… you do not know then.’

‘What do you mean “blew up the Sept”?’ He inquired hurriedly. 

‘Cersei blew up the Sept of Baelor,’ Y/N began. ‘Killing Queen Margaery, her brother, father, and many others. The King committed suicide as a result.’

Jaime shook his head. ‘You’re lying.’

‘Your son is dead.’ Y/N’s voice shook as she spoke. She did not even wish to imagine what losing a child would be like, but had a pretty good understanding of being separated from them. Gods only knew how desperate she was to have Salvador and Ellarion cuddled against her bosom at this very moment. ‘Cersei’s villainy killed him. It killed my friend.’

‘It’s… It can’t be true,’ the knight shook his head violently in disbelief. ‘You cannot know. How would you know?’

‘Lord Varys.’

Jaime huffed. ‘The Spider is in Dorne, is he?’

‘Along with Daenerys Stormborn and your brother, Tyrion.’

‘Tyrion is alive?!’

‘And well. Last I saw him, he was looking forward to this morning. He wished to see Myrcella.’ Y/N looked back towards her home. ‘I am sorry that his wish would not be realised.’

With trembling hands, Y/N wrapped her arms around herself. She clutched at the soft fabric covering them, the intricate embroidery sliding beneath her fingers. Oberyn’s jacket was infused with his captivating scent. It was strong and warm, and if Y/N closed her eyes she could almost imagine his own arms enveloping her, pulling her towards his solid chest. 

‘You took me away from my children, from my husband. My youngest is barely four months o-old,’ Y/N whimpered, hiding her face from the older man. ‘You’re not an honourable man, Ser Jaime. You’re cruel. Just like your sister.’

Jaime said nothing, but felt his chest ache for the young woman’s sorrow. Even though she could cut him down to size with her tongue, her words held nothing but despair now. He knew he could not offer her any comfort, she was a mother missing her children. The only real comfort for her would be to be back at their side. Jaime understood as much.

‘Let me walk you back to your cabin,’ he spoke solemnly. ‘I will get you and Myrcella some fresh water and food. But then you must rest, we have at least a week until we reach King’s Landing. 

‘Papa?’ 

Oberyn was shaken from his turbulent thoughts by Salvador’s small voice. The two were sat on the ground, on top the many pillows that made up the boys’ pen. Salvador, who had comfortably planted himself on his father’s lap, was holding the storybook that Oberyn had stopped reading from at some point due to the confusion and anxiety that plagued his mind.

Nobody would blame him, of course. He had woken up with his wife missing. Then he learnt that his niece-in-law was gone as well, making that two women of their family that had vanished into thin air in the same night. The situation wasn’t just strange, it was suspicious. And even though they had no leads, or any clues as to what had or could’ve happened to the two princesses, the word that kept circling around the Water Gardens was abduction. 

Wether it was pirates, sellswords, or someone more nefarious, they couldn’t know. It was shocking that two senior members of House Martell would be taken without alerting any of the guards that patrolled the Gardens. And not to mention the group of Unsullied that joined on these patrols to ensure their Queen’s safety. It was simply astounding. 

‘I apologise, little one.’ Oberyn rubbed a hand over his face. ‘What is it?’

‘Where is Mama?’ The little boy asked. 

Oberyn sighed. Could he lie to his son? Is a lie better than the hard truth that he simply did not know where his mother was? He couldn’t be sure when Y/N would be returned to them so to tell his son that she was coming back soon would pose more problems in the long run. 

‘She, uh… She is away for a little while,’ Oberyn matriculated slowly as if he was trying to convince himself as well. ‘But she will be back to us. I promise you.’

Salvador snuggled into his father’s chest, his small fists clutching at his jacket. Oberyn wrapped his arms around his son, keeping him as close as humanly possible.

‘Is this— Is this why another lady feeds ‘Rio? Because Mama can’t feed him?’

‘Yes, my snakelet.’ Oberyn used the monicker that Y/N had come up for their children, after all they were “a little viper family” as she joked numerous times. Oberyn’s daughters were the Sand snakes, Salvador and Ellarion were the little snakes. Snakelets. ‘Ellarion needs to drink milk so he can grow like you. But because Mama is not here, we had to ask this nice lady to come and help us,’ he explained. ‘We must accept aid when we most need it. Understand?’

‘Yeah,’ Salvador sniffed, burying his face in his father’s chest as tears welled up in his dark little eyes. ‘I miss Mama.’

‘I know, Salva. I miss her too.’

Oberyn did his best to comfort his son, lulling him from side to side until the boy’s breath’s evened out and his body slumped. Father and son remained unmoving as the nursery was filled with Salvador’s light snores. When he was sure that the boy was deep enough in sleep, Oberyn carefully lifted him up and placed him down on the pillows, close to his already sleeping baby brother. He then grabbed the edge of their blanket and tucked them in, ensuring that they wouldn’t be cold through the night. 

The sun was starting to drop bellow the horizon and the sky was painted in all shades of red and yellow. The gardens outside the bedroom windows were quiet, apart from the occasional chirp of a bird that flew near the balcony. 

Oberyn silently made his way out of the room, but chanced a look at his sleeping boys before extinguishing the candle by the door and exiting the nursery. The muted thud of the door behind him echoed in the empty hallway. Oberyn sighed deeply, his head resuming its echo of a thousand bustling thoughts and giving him no quarter.

He only wished he knew where Y/N had gone to. If he had that knowledge then he could focus his mind on a single goal: getting her back. Home. To him and their children. But the lack of any clues left him powerless to act which in turn made him furious. Gods help whatever idiot had dared take away his love from him, because they would pay dearly for it. 

‘Prince Oberyn!’ Jenne rushed from one end of the corridor to meet him.

‘Jenne, what is it?’

‘Your brother requests your presence in his study,’ she panted. ‘He has news.’

Jenne didn’t need to specify, because Oberyn was picking up his step in the direction where she came from. ‘Jenne, stay with the boys. I will call for two guards to stay outside the room at all times.’

‘Yes, my prince.’

Doran was standing by the balcony window, holding himself up with a crutch. His eyes were trained to the horizon, as if trying to find through an eagle’s gaze what he was looking for. He only turned his head when Areo announced his brother’s arrival. 

‘What’s happened? Have they found her?’ Oberyn’s litany of questions was halted by Doran raising his arm. ‘Doran, I don’t have the patience, tell me what you know!’

‘Help me into my chair first,’ Doran asked him, his voice dull. Oberyn grabbed his arm and slowly walked him over to the wheelchair. The older brother eased himself onto the cushioned seat with a sigh, prompting Oberyn to take a sea in front of him on a short stool. 

‘A fisherman arrived a few minutes ago, escorted by the guardsmen we sent to the nearby fishing villages.’ Doran’s face was stoic, brows knitted together which accentuated the deep crease between them. ‘Him and his men had to change fishing locations because of Daenerys’s dragon so they moved to another bay. Two days ago a cutter was spotted leaving a fishing dock a mile away from here, in the early hours of the morning. They assumed nothing of it since it appeared like a trading ship… But were concerned when they heard about... the disappearance.’ Doran paused. ‘It sailed under a red flag.’

Oberyn sat back, his breath freezing in his chest. He went to speak, but Doran interrupted him.

‘That’s not all… two of our soldiers were discovered on the dunes. One had died of his wounds, but the other survived. He said… they were attacked by two foreigners.’ He looked at his brother. ‘One of whom was Jaime Lannister.’

The air went stale as if the wind itself was shocked at the revelation. Oberyn’s breathing went erratic as several emotions shot through his mind. Relief came first at knowing where Y/N and Myrcella were. His thoughts were finally focused. Confusion as to what would prompt Jaime fucking Lannister to abduct his wife. And then intense, hot-red, seething fury. Whatever the cause, the Lannisters had taken two members of his family, they had openly attacked his House. They were going to pay.

‘I cannot forgive myself for my words to Y/N the other night,’ Doran muttered, a shadow coming over his face at the sorrow he felt. ‘They were untrue, but spoken in anger... Brother, I know you blame me for Elia. For what… that family did to her and for me not doing anything to prevent it. I should’ve— I could’ve done more for her and her children.’ Doran’s eyes returned to the skyline outside his window. ‘But I will not allow another member of our family to suffer like she did.’

Oberyn stared at his older brother in disbelief at his confession. He had never seen him so honest and open, so ready to admit his fault. Doran had always been stoic and secretive, that’s why him and Elia did not have that strong of a bond with him. But tonight, in that very moment, Oberyn felt closer to his brother’s world than he ever had been before.

‘I have already spoken with Daenerys Targaryen and her advisors. They will send word to their allies on Dragonstone, asking them to join us in Sunspear.’ Doran nodded his head slowly, the acceptance in his eyes a sobering sight. ‘House Martell will join them in this fight.’

It was early morning on the tenth day since they were taken from Dorne. Nine nights that Y/N spent barely sleeping, her heart aching for home, for Oberyn and her children. The intense stress caused the milk in her breasts to dry-out which was met with bittersweet relief since she couldn’t suckle Ellarion because he was miles away from her and heartbreak at the realisation that she was separated from her child. They would have to get a wetnurse which Y/N detested; another woman would experience the serenity at holding her son to her breast. But the alternative was to let Ellarion starve the mere image of which had the mother in her recoil in horror.

The mornings of her voyage would be spent hunched over, emptying the little contents of her stomach into a bucket. Ser Jaime had not considered an extra passenger and the food meant for Myrcella had to be divided in two. Y/N’s nurturing nature would not allow the younger girl to go wanting so she strategically split their meals uneven so Myrcella would get the larger portion. Gods bless her, she assumed that whenever Y/N was hacking up practically nothing was because the food was subpar, or because of seasickness.

Y/N knew it wasn’t that; she had sailed plenty of times and had never gotten that violently sick on a ship. She pegged it to the stress of the situation and being separated from her infant. And missing Oberyn, her beloved Oberyn. What must be going through his head? He wouldn’t know where she was or that she was even abducted! Y/N prayed to the Gods her husband would be alright, she prayed the kept him safe because once he found out exactly who had her, there would be no stopping him. 

The idea itself scared her; not because she was scared of Oberyn’s anger, she was scared that despite Daenerys’s assurance that she would keep him away from direct fighting, Oberyn would fight tooth and nail to get his wife back. And the Lannister that she was being shipped off to was an unpredictable, diabolical woman who was an even scarier adversary… 

Gods help them all!

As the cutter neared the city, it was very obvious that there was something missing in the King’s Landing skyline. The building that would match the grandeur of the notorious Red Keep was the Sept of Baelor. Y/N recalled the sheer magnitude and roughness of its appearance; it was made to strike fear of the gods into the hearts of high-borns and peasants alike. But looking at the place it used to be, she saw nothing. A big emptiness that left the castle as the only giant in the city. 

Jaime stared at the same thing, in disbelief. His eyes searched for the Sept, but ended up with nothing. He hoped Lady Martell’s words would be a lie, a fabricated story by a rattled woman in a moment of weakness. But she was saying the truth. The Sept of Baelor was gone.

‘Do you still think she is a good person?’ Y/N asked weakly. She glanced at Jaime, waiting for anything from him. A defence of Cersei perhaps? She knew the rumours, she knew he’d defend his lover, no matter how depraved she believed it to be.

Jaime Lannister finally dared to tear his eyes away from the shocking sight and give the younger woman a hard look. ‘Listen to me. I say this with the best intentions possible: watch you mouth around Cersei,’ he warned, his voice dark and foreboding. ‘You cannot act the viperess in front of her.’

‘I will not allow her to use me as she does with people,’ Y/N bit back. ‘As she’s done with you, Ser.’

‘Gods!’ Jaime groaned in exasperation. ‘If you know what’s good for you, if you want to ever see your children again, you will do as I say.’ Y/N wanted to smack him for his comment. ‘Don’t make stupid mistakes. Play the game to her rules and stay alive.’

‘Why? So she can have another plaything as she did with poor Sansa?’

‘No, I simply do not wish to be at the receiving end of your husband’s spear if you end up dead.’

Y/N felt a smirk pull at one corner of her mouth. She shouldn’t have let the image of that satisfy her so much, but she was angry and exhausted. She had every right to picture Oberyn, her Red Viper skewering Jaime Lannister on his spear as if he was a bit of pork.

The Red Keep was much as Y/N remembered it, but somehow darker. Many unhappy days had befell the sordid city of King’s Landing, but it showed best in its biggest landmark. One could hear a pin drop in the silence that seemed to permanently exist in every crevice of the ancient castle. The few servants that they encountered on their way to the throne room kept their heads down and walked briskly from one end to the other. It didn’t take much deliberation to discover that they were absolutely terrified. Y/N guessed that many had lost their families in the explosion. 

King’s Landing had become a graveyard with Cersei at its helm as the digger.

They stopped before the doors to the throne room and Jaime walked in front of the two women, sighing audibly when Myrcella refused to meet his eye. Ever since Y/N told her of what she’d learnt — Tommen’s death — she was angry at her uncle, and even angrier at her mother for allowing such thing to happen. For being the sole reason for it.

Jaime gave Y/N one final look that seemed to suggest she keep her words to herself and reminded her what dangers her tongue might get her into. He turned his back to them and had the guards, stationed at the two sides, open the door for them.

The walk across the stone floor was slow and suggesting an impending doom. Y/N imagined that was what it felt to walk towards the gallows for one’s execution. She lifted her eyes and watched the slender figure of Cersei Lannister, perched at the top of the ceremonial podium, on the Iron Throne. Her hair was cut short like a man’s and her armoured dress was black. She looked the part of an executioner. One that had just committed slaughter.

A short, spindly man in dark maester’s robes stood at her side. He leaned in and shushed something in Cersei’s ear, but her eyes were fixed on her daughter. A tense smile pulled at her thin, pale lips and she got up, walking the rest of the distance to meet the arrivals. 

She wrapped her arms around Myrcella’s body, but the girl did not reciprocate. Instead her limbs turned stiff and her face was pulled in a grimace. 

Cersei pulled back, ‘Myrcella, my darling, are you not happy to see your mother? Why won’t you embrace me?’

‘You killed Tommen,’ Myrcella whimpered, blue eyes turning bloodshot as they filled with sorrowful tears.

‘Tommen’s death was his own doing,’ Cersei bit harshly, but remembered who she was talking to and immediately softened her features to force a lying smile. ‘It’s alright, you’re safe here.’

‘Are we?’ Y/N spoke up, drawing Cersei’s attention to herself.

The dark Queen aimed her cold gaze at the younger woman, gaze fleeting between her and Jaime. ‘I don’t remember instructing you on picking up anybody else,’ she hissed. 

‘I was abducted along with your daughter, Your Grace.’ Y/N replied calmly, but her heart hammered in her chest. 

‘Do I know you?’

‘You are addressing Princess Y/N Martell of Dorne,’ Myrcella bravely spoke.

Cersei stared at Y/N for a long time before bursting in a menacing laugh, ‘My, I did not recognise you. Well, last time you looked more like a wine barrel. You’ve gone quite native, haven’t you? You even sound like those savages.’

Y/N glared back, biting her tongue and holding herself back. She regretted not having the dagger Oberyn gifted her at hand, she could stab the horrid woman for her comments about her countrymen. And for wounding her heart with her insult.

‘Do not dare speak of our people in such an insulting manner!’ Myrcella cried, Jaime grabbed her arm from behind.

‘Myrcella, calm yourself.’

‘Now, now… there will be none of that?’ Cersei placed her hands on Myrcella’s cheeks. ‘Aren’t you happy to be home.’

‘No, I wish to return to my husband,’ Myrcella replied, trying to pull her face out of her mother’s grasp.

Cersei went paler than she already was. ‘Husband?’

‘Myrcella married my nephew, Trystane. Her betrothed of several years.’

‘Yes, but they were not supposed to marry yet. Myrcella, how could you— No matter, we will handle it. You were never meant to marry into that ghastly family.’

‘But I love Trystane!’ Myrcella protested. ‘And I hate you! I hate you so much! Why did you have to take me away from him?!’

Cersei remained calm although her expression betrayed the intensity of her rage at her daughter’s words. Y/N sneaked her hand into Myrcella’s and squeezed it, hoping the girl would understand that she needed to calm. Yes, Cersei would never hurt her children, but that was before. The half-melted ruin that used to be the Sept of Baelor was the proof that this Cersei was volatile and more dangerous than ever. 

‘Jaime, take Myrcella back to her old chambers,’ Cersei ordered her brother who started walking off with his disgruntled daughter who kept fighting against his grasp, calling after Y/N in despair. Y/N herself rushed forward, but was grabbed by Bronn and kept in place. Myrcella fought until Jaime made her stay quiet. Before Y/N knew it, she was alone with Cersei Lannister, safe for Bronn, the old man who still stood by the Iron Throne and a towering knight who kept to the shadows behind the throne. 

‘If I’m not needed, can I be excused?’ Bronn spoke up in what was obviously his usual undisturbed way. He released his hold on Y/N and she wobbled in place. ‘I want me some good ale after that fucking boat ride.’

‘You are free to go.’ Cersei did not even spare him a glance. She instead focused on Y/N. ‘Let’s find you a place to stay, Lady Martell.’

Y/N quietly followed the older woman out of the throne room, but noticed that the knight who stood behind the throne, followed them at a reasonable distance. His gargantuan stature made Y/N feel like a deer trapped by a huntsman. There were few men in the Seven Kingdom’s who could boast with such a size and menace, and Y/N was afraid to even admit to herself who she suspected the knight was underneath the gilded helmet. Instead she focused on her surroundings, soaking up as much information as possible about her whereabouts. They were climbing a lot of stairs, which only meant that she was not being taken to the usual guest quarters. Of course, Y/N could not expect Cersei Lannister to afford her any comfort at all. 

They reached a single door at the very top of one of the many towers, Cersei pushed it open and violently grabbed Y/N by the arm, flinging her into the space inside. Y/N stumbled, but kept her footing, and stared at Cersei in astonishment. 

‘How dare you turn my daughter against me!’

‘I have done no such thing,’ Y/N defended herself. ‘She is a bright young woman who can make up her own mind. You should instead ask yourself why could you have done to push her away?’

Cersei’s nostrils flared in anger, but her lips pulled in a threatening smirk. ‘If I remember you had a child of your own?’

‘Two boys,’ Y/N replied with caution. She was so grateful that Salvador and Ellarion were many miles away, safe with their father. 

‘Two boys. How lucky!’ Cersei’s breathy laugh was amplifying the feeling of dread in Y/N’s belly. The older woman slowly stalked towards her, like a lion preparing to attack. ‘And the reports of Daenerys Targaryen coming to Dorne, I suppose they’re true.’ When Y/N did not reply, Cersei continued. ‘It was not a question, it’s why I sent Jaime to fetch Myrcella. You were… an unexpected bonus, but you will have your uses.’

‘I do not have any information you might find useful.’

‘You have two pretty useful hands. You will write to your husband,’ Cersei commanded. ‘You will urge him to turn the little Targaryen whore away and bend the knee to me.’

‘He will never do such a thing,’ Y/N huffed out a laughter of disbelief.

‘He will if he ever wants to see his wife again,’ Cersei threatened, her eyes moving about the room like she was giving it an appraisal. ‘It is quite funny actually… your husband’s sister was put in this room during Robert’s Rebellion. This is where she met that… tragic end of hers.’

Y/N noted the poorly vailed threat. It made her belly quiver with anger and fear. ‘Oberyn will come for me. If anything Dorne is already mustering up soldiers to come to King’s Landing with the entirety of Queen Daenerys’s army. They will put an end to your tyranny.’

Cersei smirked, ‘Oh, will they? I am betting on your husband showing up here, you little whore. Just so I could crush his forces and those of the Targaryen girl.’

‘If you don’t mind me saying, the number of your soldiers looks diminished,’ Y/N bit back. 

Smack! Cersei’s hand flew against her cheek, the slap making her head whip and injured cheek feel raw. Y/N understood she had hit a sore spot. Her hypothesis was correct: Cersei did not have enough soldiers. Even if she did before, most of them must’ve defected after she blew up a big chuck out of the city. 

‘Forgive my manners,’ Cersei gritted her teeth. She straightened her back and clasped her hands before herself. ‘You will be given parchment and ink. Food and water will be brought to you. You are a royal hostage, you will receive… some comforts if you’re obedient. A maid will be assigned to you when you’re deserving of one.’

‘And what will my obedience consist of?’

‘Writing to your husband first and foremost as I instructed. Your letter will be checked, of course. And if you follow my rules, you will not suffer greatly.’

‘Why do you want my husband to bend the knee to you? You do not care for Dorne.’

Cersei chuckled, ‘Your accent amuses me. No, no, I could not give a rat’s arse about that wasteland and its depraved people. Once your husband steps foot into this city, he will die. Your marriage will be annulled and your two boys will be made bastards.’

Y/N’s eyes widened in terror. She could take any threat on her life, but threatening her husband and children was another thing entirely. Her breathing quickened and eyes filled with angry tears. ‘You will not dare.’

‘You saw what I did to get rid of those who do not serve me. I do whatever I please,’ Cersei said. She turned on her heel to leave the room, halting at the door. ‘Oh, I will make sure Ser Gregor keeps an eye on you. He’s quite familiar with this room after all.’

Gregor Clegane let out a growling chuckle that rumbled deep in his broad chest. The hold of his hand on the pommel of his great sword tightened and the squeak of his leather gloves seemed to echo in the empty corridor.

‘Why are you doing this? What have I ever done wrong to you?’ 

Cersei turned around with nothing but burning hatred in her eyes. ‘Your family took my daughter from me. You will all pay for it dearly. Sleep well,’ she said in a low, saccharine voice and slammed the door shut, the sound of the latch on the outside being the last thing Y/N heard before she was abandoned in the sombre room.

Next chapter

A/N: Next chapter is called Winter Comes to Dorne so I will let you make your own conclusions about what that means. As always, all updates are on Sunday.

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[tendous-socks]

TOKYO REVENGERS HEADCANONS OF ME BEING NON BINARY / REACTING TO SOMEONE BEING NON BINARY

tw: ⚠️⚠️kisaki⚠️⚠️ and manga spoilers, mentions of death, transphobia,

would misgender and dead-name me

1.kisaki.

must i need an explanation?😐

2. shion

“ what’re you gonna do about it?? HUH?? WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT ???”

actively looks for a fight

… if y’all are in a relationship he’d still call you his “girl” but beats people up for doing so….

3. mucho

i get the vibes that he’s traditional

would silently stare in judgment

4. mochi

he just doesn’t care clslfkxkslk

thinks it’s weird

“ nor/mal”

7. rindou..

“you either have a pen or a vag. “

8.ran

“interesting”

*continues dead naming me*

9. KOKO

he would be nicer about it when he’s in toman due to inui… but once they’re separated- an ABSOLUTE MEANCE

… reluctantly apart of the protection squad with inui ( enjoys beating people up tho)

10. bontent mikey

… he’s just so tired and doesn’t really care ) that is if you’re not close with him… but then again how close can you really get?)

11. ) PAH CHIN

AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORANT AND HIS FATHER DIDN BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF AND HE DIDNT KNOW BUT THEN ( if y’all are close ) HE’D FEEL BAD AND AFTER YOU EXPLAINED IT TO HIM HE TOLD PEH CHIN TOO AND WERE SURPRISINGLY SUPPORTIVE

but if y’all ain’t close he would slowly get the hint… this is canon.

because i said so-

11. sanzu…

he’s quietly judging you

EDIT

SOMEONE SAID SANZU WOULD USE ANY PRONOUNS AND I REALLY LIKE THAT HC-

SO SANZU WOULD PROBABLY JUST ‘ SILENTLY JUDGE YOU’ SO OTHERS DONT CATCH ON MHMHM

12. akashi

traditional- plus it was a different era for him growing up so…

(would glare at someone if he really did see you getting emotionally distressed)

13. smiley

“ that’s one of the most stupidest shit ive ever fucking heard 😁”

.🙁

“ you either have tits or a dick “

.☹️

but would beat people up if you get SUPER upset ( call it his protect instincts with angry, but would send people to the hospital)

14. taiju

“ i wanna church girl who goes to church and reads her bible “

would spit at me

- WHO WOULD BEAT SOMEONE UP FOR DEAD-NAMING / MISGENDERING

1. PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

THEYRE ABSOLUTE MENACES TO SOCIETY IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU A GIRL / BOY

head canon : during tenjiku you were there and had to adjust your transtape cause it was coming lose 🙄

which is literally the most annoying thing in the world-

and shion saw you.

he came up and was like “ HUH WHAT’VE WE GOT HERE?? A GIRL PRETENDING TO BE A G-“

couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast peh chin clocked his ass 🤭

( peh yan supremacy)

2. my main man takemichy

no explanation needed ( maybe deadnamed you only once cause he didn’t know)

3. inui cause i said so

5. BAJI BAJI

BAJI WOULD ALMOST KILL A DUDE FOR CALLING YOU YOUR DEAD NAME

i KNOW mama baji raised him right ✋🙄

almost clocked chifuyu when you told him about your first encounter kcksldofospdoco

almost clocked your mom when she said “you got it girlfriend”

she was confused when she saw you desperately trying to prevent the next criminal minds episode

best listener for body dystrophia fight me 🙉❤️

6. senju

*comes out*

“..oh okay! anyways as i was saying [preferred name] “

would need some gentle reminders only once or twice cause i will say it does take a bit of time for people to get used to it and there are always a few slip ups

tells akashi about your pronouns ( ONLY WITH YOUR CONSENT OFC)

( promises to try and be more girly if he calls you by them and your preferred name)

she wants you to go into more details about what you’re feeling cause she’s genuinely very interested about everything and she wants to know more about you.

7. emma 😻 vv supportive 🙌🙌

*sicks mikey and draken out on anyone who hurts your feelings

“you know [blah blah blah] from history?”

“of course yeah “

“yeah he ended up calling me slur during class- what’re you doing?”

*emma pulling out her phone

“hm? oh nothing don’t worry about it”

gave more insight about it to draken and mikey

8. HINA

YALL SAW HOW SHE SLAPPED MIKEY-

THIS GIRL WOULD D R A G A BITCH BY THEIR HAIR IF SHE SAW THEM BULLYING YOU

the one of correct takemichy

9. yuzuha

hina but 10x worse

trips transphobes for shit and giggles 🤪🤞

i like to think that the girls (all 4) would just all stare down a girl who was shit talking you and just pick her apart mercilessly ( a little ooc but this is my head canons so they can be whatever i say they are)

ones idk about

1. mikey

he knows that you can handle yourself so he lets you correct people.

or

sometimes he’ll jump in and correct them instead for one of two reasons.

1. he felt like it

2. they kept calling you your dead name and misgendering you EVEN THOUGH you already corrected them

but if the person ACTIVELY does that and says some… not so fruity things. he’ll send em to the hospital and end up on life support 😌☝️

like dom tertto, he cares about his family. and toman is his family, and you’re in toman ( not THAT kind of y/n way 🙄 )

“ BE WHO YOU AREE🌈🌈🌈🌈🤪🤞🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

1. draken

… listen… idk why, but i just don’t SEE him beating people up for misgendering me… well okay i kinda see it,

but he’d be like, “ i don’t understand what you’re going through, but i support you and if you want to talk about it i’m here”

wants to try and understand so like i said before, he lets you rant about what you’re feeling

would let you handle your own battles cause your strong enough to

a true king 😎🙌

does in fact throw punches when it gets REALLY BAD

2. angry

… idk h o w empathic he is and how mad he’d have to be on your behalf when people actively kept misgendering you to become the blue ogre.

but he’d just start crying at the confrontation.. 😐

my hero ig 🤥

3. izana

“ that’s fucking stupid”

*beats up middle aged woman who said for you to “ have a good day ma’am”

but if y’all close he’ll only say it’s stupid once when he sees you genuinely upset and ignoring him

“ be who you are.. 🌈”

4. kaku

same boat as izana, A LOT less judgmental

5. mitsuya

won’t hesitate to send a bitch flying

actively corrects people

( teaches luna and mana about your pronouns for the next time you come over 🕺🏻)

TAKES YOU SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

6. haitani brothers

*actively bullies you

*bullies kid into the grave for looking at your chest area

7. …hakkai

he accidentally slipped up once🤒

WHEN I SAY THIS MANS FACE WENT PALE- HE DIDNT TALK TO YOU FOR A W E E K MINIUM CAUSE HE FELT SO BAD

YOU KEPT TELLING HIM THAT ITS FINE-

BUT HE FELT AWFUL

( has nightmares about it)

8. chifuyu would only do it in his mohawk era cause he wanted to seem metal and impress da boys 🥶🥶☝️☝️

pulled you aside at the end of the day to apologize

( like i said before, baji almost clocked him when you told him about your first encounter )

who am i kidding they’re all in gangs, they’d probably kill someone if they hurt you cospwpfoslief

——————

IF YALL GOT ANYMORE IDEAS LMK CAUSE IM INVESTED IN YHIS AND WANNA HEAR WHAT YALL THINK

[artinandwritin]

I did a little drabble to get into a writing headspace and smt very cute came of it <3 GusSiri ofc cuz they've been my brainrot for almost 3 years now lmao

Missing;

Gently bouncing little Sunniva on her hip, Siri watched as the ships, freshly docked in New Berk's haven, unloaded its gear and riders. A surge of happiness rose in her chest; a smile overtook her.

'Y-you see that big boat, my little blueberry?' she crooned at the toddler in her arms, giggling softly as she nuzzled their noses together. 'Daddy is on there, with your uncle Snotty and auntie Addie. H-he's home again!'

'Home,' Sunniva copied, looking at the large crowds surrounding the ship with eyes wider than plates. 'Daddy.'

Siri nodded, kissing her daughter's cheek. 'Y-yes, baby. Daddy home.'

Her darling husband had joined a small journey to Berserker Island for some trading negotiations. While Siri had protested against his leave at first - they did have a young daughter to look after, after all - but after being reassured he would be joined by his two half siblings, who would both get to carry the Haddocks' sigil for this special occasion, Siri had given in.

However, she couldn't help but feel relieved now the ship had returned safely. Scanning the crowds, she tried to spot her husband's dark hair and awkward movements; she couldn't wait to take him home and hear all about his adventures.

Suddenly, Sunniva let out a squeal, her little hands gripping towards something in the distance as she looked forward. And there Siri's beloved husband was, running towards his family, his bag and jacket flinging behind him as he waved.

'I missed you!' Gustav called out, grinning brightly as he wrapped his arm around his wife and daughter, squeezing them close. A laugh escaped him; Siri couldn't help but smile as she pulled him in for a quick kiss.

Oh, she had missed him too. Even all the stupid things. 'W-we did too, love. H-how was-'

'Daddy,' Sunniva interrupted her, gripping onto her father's sleeve. Demanding, she reached out. 'Carry.'

'Of course! A-dad at your service~' As he took over their daughter, Siri let out a soft laugh. 'W-where did you pick that up...?'

Gustav winked at her, gently bouncing Sunniva in his arms. 'Wouldn't you like to know, pretty lady.'

A snort left Siri, as she shook her head in amusement. She quickly hooked her arm though his, eager to finally take him back home and settle into their gentle lifestyle again. 'Hm-hmm... T-tell me all about it.'

She kissed him again - how nice it was to have him home again.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags!! It's them being cute and its them being adorable <333

[nightfall-kachiniko]

“A Broken Promise.” Mikasa x Reader Fan fiction.

||| Chapter 2. “To Conclude “ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ! :D

Tw: panic attack, swearing.

Your eyes woken as the noise of the flying boat continues. “I guess it wasn’t a dream” you thought to yourself. The missing aroma of your girlfriend had lingered in the air from the moment you woke up. Missing her sweet smell as she would cradle you in her arms. Now the bed you both had once shared only laid your body in it. The woman you saw yesterday was no more than Mikasa Ackerman, she was a stranger. Only if she knew.

You sat up as you began looking around the room you made various memories in. Even if the amount of time the both of you had spent together in that airship was small, it still counts as something you’d treasure forever.

You were alone. So alone. The feeling of emptiness running through your head to your toes as you sat up. The soft welcoming bed had turned to a gravestone. And although she’d been acting this way since the rumbling started, despite her caring attitude the woman became vicious towards the person she calls her lover. And for the first time last night, it truly hit you, right as the stung sprang across your face, You’ve Lost The Love Of Your Life, Mikasa Ackerman.

You always had that feeling of doubt ever since she started acting this way, but the thought of you losing her was pushed to the back of your mind by the blindness they call love.

Memories faded from one thought to another as you threw on your uniform, locking your bedroom door as you did so. Thinking of her was your comfort, thinking of Mikasa, not the monster that was replaced by her yesterday.

Your body carelessly dragged itself to the bathroom, your feet walking in a drowsy manner. Picking up the toothbrush and gliding it across your teeth as the mint feeling filled your dry mouth. The number of sobs that had come out of your mouth that night would always leave an impact on you. You looked up at the person in the mirror, trying to recognize the figure you saw. “FUCK!” you yelled, kicking over your trashcan.

Your heavy pants coming in and out of your body. You sighed as you leaned on your counter, turning on one sink to wash your tear-stained face. You didn't even want to eat, you didn't want to do anything. That's all she treated you as if you were some stranger! As if you were a no-one to her. “JUST LOOK WHAT WE BECAME!” you screamed at yourself. Tears falling down your cheeks as you started to sob to yourself.

Falling to the cold floor as the day before haunts you. The look in her eyes... of pure hate, pure anger. Curling up into a ball as a sound on your door softly hushed you. “Wait, ” you said, getting up. You came out of the bathroom and made your way towards your door. “Who? And what is it.” The voice of your own spoke ever so softly, so calmly, almost as if you were numb. “Hey y/n, I just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing,” Armin said, quietly trying to help.

You breathed in slightly and out before opening the door to be greeted by a warm, tight, hug from your childhood friend. The feeling started to come up again, throughout your throat and the prickles in your eyes. You softly cried into his shoulder, hurt coming out with every breath. “Honey I’m so sorry..” He said, petting your hair as he closed the door, guiding you over to the bed to sit down.

“I know how you feel..” he breathed into your hair. “I-I just don’t get it.. Why is she acting like this… what did I do..” you sobbed. The blonde boy softly shushed you as he pecked your cheek with a small kiss. Armins way of comfort is different than others.

Ever since you had met him, eren, and mikasa, in hard times like this such as after Carla Jeager died, he would always comfort them by pecking their cheek, showing them that he is here for them. His grandpa always told him, “if someone’s sad, always give them a kiss to make them happy,” and the boy had followed his orders ever since. It wasn’t like he meant it in a romantic way, it was more of a, “hey, don’t cry I’m here, it’s gonna be okay,” kind of thing. Everyone used to call him weird for it, but you and Eren and Mikasa truly didn’t mind and knew he meant no harm in it.

“It’s going to be ok,” he said, softly trying to help you control your hyper ventilating cries.  He guiding you to sit down as he hugged your sadden body. “Does she h-hate me?” You asked over your cries. “Of course not y/n.. don’t think that…” he comforted.

“W-what did I do wrong?!” Your voice strained and cracked as your crying became more and more heavy.“Nothing y/n… not a thing..” Armin padded your back and brushed your hair as you cried into his shoulder, ”You know.. Mikasa hasn’t been doing all to well.. ever since Eren abandoned us.. she felt so lost.. as if he gave up in us..”

“Does she give up on me?! Is that it?” Tearing eyes looked at him in his own. He paused for a moment in shock, before taking a reassuring smile on his face, “no of course not! Mikasa just, she doesn’t know how to let out her emotions properly.. that’s all.”

“So she had to hit me?!” You said. Armin sighed and looked away. “Mikasa, just.. she.. she’s hurt.. but that gives her no right to take it out on you y/n.. I’m sorry she did that to you.” He rubbed his head against yours almost like a dog trying to comfort their owner. “There’s no doubt in my mind she doesn’t love you, alright?” He said, shaking my shoulders. You just melted into his arms, absorbing the only person who was there for you.

The kindness that Armin showed you made you slip back deep into thought, deep into that moment….deep back to when..

“M-Mikasa..” You came out of the bathroom, your body shaking and your breath heavy. Your girlfriend sat on the bed, reading a book when you came out. Her gaze turning from the book to you. Mikasas eyes became filled with worry while seeing your body shake with every breath you took. “Sweetheart? Baby is everything okay?” She closed her book and sat up straight, looking at you.. Your breath quivered. It felt as though the world was spinning. Your eyes became filled with blurry ness every time you blinked and eventually you slid down the wall.

“Y/n!” You heard Mikasas voice scream. Everything around you was so distorted. Stress and fear overcame you as you began crying, scared of what was happening. You heavily sobbed as mikasa wrapped her strong arms around you, her soft sweet voice comforting you. “It’s okay sweetheart… everything’s gonna be okay,” she rocked you, while whispering little affirmations of hope, letting you know you’re going to be okay.

Your body shook with every ounce of a energy it had. You frantically cried, the overwhelmingness of the panic attack you were having flooded your mind with thoughts of your past. The days were it was like there was nothing left. It felt as though you were dying. “I’m right here my sweet angel.. Shh..it’s alright my baby..” your girlfriend said, trying to comfort you.

Your tears becoming more and more hysterical as you cried. The raven haired girl held you for what seemed like an eternity. The blurry vision eventually died down aswell as the ringing in your ears. For a moment, Mikasa’s arms let go of you. And once you felt her right up close to you again, a feeling of steady ness swept over you as a blanket of warmth slept over your neck. The red scarf. Just as you felt the wrath of calmness come over your body, the sweet girl said.. “You’ll never be alone.. I promise.. I’ll always protect you.. forever and always..”

“Let me get you some breakfast, alright y/n?” You snapped back into reality as Armins voice entered your ears. The vision of mikasa disappearing as he spoke. Your mind trailed as you gave him a small nod, wiping your tears.

Armin gave you one last big hug before getting up. “What would you like to eat y/n?” He questioned. “I can make you some eggs? Maybe some bacon aswell?” The blonde stood looking at your still trembling figure. You softly took a breath in and tried to smile.

“Y-yeah.. that sounds great A-armin..” tears still in your eyes as you tried to give him a reassuring smile, stuttering, holding back your tears. Armin returned the smile with one of his own.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes alrighty Y/n?” Armin spoke. You softly nodded as he made his way to the door.

“Oh, and Armin,” you said to him. The kind Blonde boy turned around in the doorway, his gaze at you as he looked at you from over his shoulder. “Yes y/n?” He asked.

You got up, searching your messy bed. You moved pillows and blankets out the way before you finally gripped onto the item. You held it out infront of you as Armin gasped.

There in your sweet, delicate hands, laid mikasa’s red scarf. The same heartwarming piece she would wrap you in. Despite if you were happy or sad. Her scarf gave you meaning. To her, it reminded her of how Eren showed her how to live, but to you It reminded yourself of how she showed you how to live.

She always was there.

She always was caring.

She always was showing you how much she loved you.

Even if she never exactly showed it much, you always knew Mikasa loved you. Even if she yelled at you. Even if she hit you. Even if she said she hated you.

You nodded, persuading Armin to take the red scarf. “Give this to her,” you said, calmly.

Armins eyes widened, “y/n.. you- you arent serious are you?” He said, concerned with worry in his tone. “Not at all.” You replied, your numb spirit talking. His eyes looked at you and then the Burgundy scarf.

“Are- are you guys.. d-done?” Armin asked, ever so anxious.

“Yes.. yes we are.”

A/n: “ I hope you guys cried LMAO”

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Chap. 1 “Come back to me”

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mutual || h. hyunjin

this is a fic that I have re-uploaded from my old blog, @ethereal-bang . I’ll be reuploading all of my old works here and deleting my old blog soon. hope you enjoy!

request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

characters: hyunjin x female reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: smut

warnings: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18

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Okay, this was probably the stupidest decision you had made in awhile. Or rather, the stupidest decision Hyunjin had made that you agreed to. You knew the moment your best friend invited himself over to your apartment for a “movie night”, that there was something going on.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his boldness. Regardless, you made sure your apartment was visitor friendly, even though you knew he wouldn’t care. Hyunjin has been your best friend since junior year of high school. Now into your second year of college, the two of you have been through pretty much everything.

True to his word, five minutes later Hyunjin walked into your apartment and dramatically flopped onto your couch. You watched him while you walked into the living room, the blonde haired boy making himself comfortable before turning to you.

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“Look. Just hear me out,” he starts, and alarms immediately go off in your head. “Hwang Hyunjin what did you do?” You ask him, eyes narrowing. Sticking his hands out defensively, he sits up right on the couch. “I didn’t do anything !! I just… so the boys and I were talking about movies today, yeah?” He started. Unsure of where this was going, and why you were involved, you nod your head slowly.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

Yeah, you had heard of it. It was the biggest trend going around right now. Some movie about a guy that meets a woman, kidnaps her and wants her to fall in love with him within a year, and if not she gets to leave. Everything you’ve heard about it has been a mix of cringe and intrigue. The movie is extremely dirty, you’ve heard.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to see where the conversation takes you. “Ah, well, uh.. Ha-have you seen it?” He looks too embarrassed to look you in the eye. “No, I haven’t, Hyunjin. What does any of this have to do with me?” You question. Hyunjin shifts around in his spot on the couch. “Well, the boys..the b-boys dared me to watch it and I don’t want to watch it alone! Will you please watch it with me? Please?” He says quickly. Your eyes widen, not able to believe that this was the reason he was in your living room.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

“No! Y/N we’ve been friends for so long and it’s not like we’re not comfortable with each other!!” He reasons. “Hyunjin, it’s basically porn!” You laugh, unsure how to correctly convey your emotions. “Look, let’s watch like half of it. You know I can’t back down on a dare, Y/N please,” he begs. You weighed the options. Would it be weird? Maybe a little, but he’s right. You’re comfortable with him. What could go wrong, right? It’s just a movie.

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

This movie was way more sexual than you had originally thought. Yeah, you had heard the rumors about the infamous Boat Scene, where the main character finally gives in to her male kidnapper and they spend what seems like the entire day absolutely railing each other, but you didn’t think it would be this…graphic.

You were basically sitting on your couch watching softcore porn with your best friend. If someone had told you that this was how you would be spending your night, you’d laugh in their face. But here you are, sitting five feet apart from Hyunjin on the couch, both of you too afraid to make eye contact with each other as the two main characters have yet another round, this time on the front deck of the boat.

You were definitely hot and bothered at this point, how could you not be? You tried to be subtle, shifting back and forth on the couch to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling between your thighs. You couldn’t wait for Hyunjin to get out of here so you could take care of it yourself, his presence not helping you in the slightest.

Hyunjin is hot, everyone knows it. His long hair dyed a platinum blonde and always kept in a ponytail, except for tonight he decided to let it hang down around him. You tried taking a glance at him, afraid he’d catch you staring and make the atmosphere even more awkward than it already was.

Hyunjin was having a hard time. Figuratively and literally. He had no clue this movie would be like this!! He heard the rumors just like you had, but he figured that everyone was over exaggerating, wanting to seem cool for watching a “raunchy movie”, but no, they were all spot on. And to make matters worse, he was watching it with you. He had no idea why he decided this would be a good idea. Maybe get some laughs at how terrible the movie is, and then turn it off and order takeout or something? He’s really not sure. But now all he’s thinking about is the fact that there is porn playing on your tv, and your shifting back and forth has not gone unnoticed by him.

Would it really be bad if he…initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

Hyunjin can feel his heart beating fast in his chest as he takes a side glance at you. Your eyes are still glued to the screen, most likely due to embarrassment, but partially out of lust. He can see your pupils get larger slightly as you watch the scenes unfolding on tv. You shift your weight once more, and Hyunjin takes a deep breath as he turns to actually face you.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is…something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah…sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look…now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we…help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

“Have you heard of mutual masturbation?” you ask him. Hyunjin almost chokes at hearing those words even leave your mouth. He thought you were going to yell at him, push him out of your apartment and never want to speak to him again. You surprised yourself by being so forward, but it’s Hyunjin. It wouldn’t hurt.

“I..yeah, I have. Do..do you want to?” He asks, finally looking you in the eyes. Your gaze meets his, and the lust is evident in his eyes as he tries to discreetly check you out. This would change your friendship in a way that you would’ve never expected it to, but you don’t feel worried at all.

“You’re not gonna be weird about it afterwards, right? I mean, it’s not a big deal right?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “No! Not a big deal at all, as long as you’re not going to be w- oh, okay” he says, cutting himself off because you’ve now angled yourself in the corner of the couch to face him, your hands already ghosting the edge of your sleep shorts. You giggle as Hyunjin moves to do the same, and the sound is music to his ears.

Hyunjin sweeps his eyes over your form, and feels something spark in him. You look so small all the way over there, the giant tshirt you had on was not doing anything to help the sight. Hyunjin was starting to have ideas, and he decides that he wants to test the waters.

Before he can even get to it though, you let out a little sigh as your fingers tease yourself over your underwear. “H-hyunjin.. Can you like, say something? Maybe?” You ask timidly. You can see the mood shift in his eyes as he smirks.

“Oh, you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?” He chuckles, and with the way your chest hitches, he knows he’s headed in the right direction. You blush and nod your head, embarrassed to say anything else.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

Sliding his hands into his boxers, he sighs in relief at finally feeling something. “Do you feel good baby? Talk to me,” he tells you, and for some reason the new pet name sets you on fire. Following his lead you finally move your fingers past your panties, dragging circles along your clit and letting a soft moan slip past your lips. “Yes, God, so good” you moan. You look up at him and the feeling is magnified.

His sweatpants have fallen a little low on his hips, and the sight of his hips and the muscles under his tshirt has you wanting to see more. Hyunjin notices you eyeing him, and decides to take his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to the couch. He’s absolutely gorgeous, muscles flexing as he works himself up.

“Now don’t let me be the only one getting naked baby, let me really see you,” he says, and the tone is just between demanding and almost condescending. This new side to Hyunjin instantly makes you want to give in, and you’d do whatever he asked you to as long as you got to look at him like this.

You watch his eyes go wide when you take your shirt off, and you had almost forgotten that you weren’t even in your bra. Chest completely bare in front of him, he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second as he slides his sweatpants down farther. You now have a perfect view of his cock, long and hard in his hand. This was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Jesus fuck-” Hyunjin groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. You match his movements, getting yourself worked up. At this point you take your shorts off as well, the two of you completely naked, on opposite sides of the couch.

“You can take a few fingers for me, right doll? Show me what you do when no one’s around,” He says, fucking up into his hand. You bring your hand up to your mouth and slide your fingers in, putting on a show for him. His eyes never leave your face, and you’re glad he’s as affected by this as you are.

You insert one finger into your core and your back arches, finally getting a taste of what you’ve been wanting so badly. Its nowhere near enough, you decide, and insert another finger. Hyunjin thinks that you look so, so pretty like this. He could sit for hours and just watch you, wouldn’t even need to touch you and he would be okay.

Getting lost in your own pleasure, you let your thoughts travel to the boy on the couch across from you. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. All of the times you’ve ever gotten off to the thought of your best friend flash behind your eyelids, and it only brings you closer to the edge.

Hyunjin is almost there, too, and wants to make sure you cum before him, or at least at the same time as him. “F-fuck Y/N I’m so close. You can go a little faster for me, right baby? Make yourself feel good for me,” he says, and the request has you keening. “H-Hyunjin,” you moan out, letting the feeling completely take over as your reach down to rub circles on your clit, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Just like that baby, maybe next time I’ll let you cum on my fingers instead,” he says, voice getting breathy as he approaches his high. “Oh God, Hyunjin please,” you beg, even though you’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point.

It doesn’t take too much longer until the coil that was wound suddenly bursts, your orgasm taking over your senses. You lift your back off of the couch, whimpers coming from your mouth as you ride out your own orgasm. Watching you cum sets Hyunjin off, and he quickens his pace. Ribbons of white paint his  stomach and his hands, and the sounds that leave his lips, deep and gravely are almost enough to set you off again.

The two of you sit there, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, the movie completely forgotten. The credits were rolling in the background now, and Hyunjin has completely forgotten about the dare he was supposed to be doing right now. You look over at Hyunjin, his skin glowing and just looking absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin is thinking the same, taking in the way your hair has gotten messed up from running your hands through it, and the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

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[obeiii-mee]

How will the bros react to MC self-doubting themselves? Like saying bad things about them or can't be serious someone give them compliment.

Supportive demon bois coming right up! Sorry I took so long to write this anon! Thank you so much for the ask! (Also, thank you all for the love on my previous posts!)

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The Brothers with an MC who self doubts themselves:

Lucifer:

-As the embodiment of pride itself, Lucifer has an overwhelming amount of confidence, almost all the damn time

-So, he was flabbergasted to learn that you weren’t the same

-He always insisted that you aren’t anything but perfect, yet you always seemed to brush the compliments off with a shrug and an awkward smile

-Well, shit, we can’t have that

-Lucifer just got 10x more serious about the matter

-He pulls a really stupid concerned face whenever you insult yourself and he looks more and more like a 48 year old man/dad each time it happens

-He, as of late, increased the number of pet names he has for you and the amount of compliments he gives you each day

-He refuses to let you talk badly about yourself anywhere, at any point in time and encourages every little step you take towards bettering yourself like crazy

- Lucifer wants to prove to you that you are an absolute ray of sunshine and he will go to any lengths to do just that (do not ask)

-He’s even more affectionate than usual which confuses just about everyone in the House of Lamentation, yourself included

-His brothers are feeling a disturbance in the force and they don’t know how to feel about it

-You are possibly the best thing that’s happened to him since he fell as angel and Lucifer is ready to do whatever he can to help you realise that

Mammon:

-“You’re an idiot!”

-“*Sigh*, I know.”

-“Wha-Wait! Y-you can’t say thAT!”

-The Great Mammon is seriously worried about his human

-Being the dense motherfucker he is (i still love him tho) it took him weeks to realise you’re not all that confident in yourself

-At some point in your relationship, he jokingly called you annoying and you just went “Yeah I’ve been told. Sorry.”

-His jaw literally dropped and he almost cried

-He would have choked if he was drinking something

-Tsundere Mammon has gone bye bye and here comes the cuddling teddy bear that is your boyfriend

-He also doesn’t have as much self love for himself as he sometimes pretends to have so he’s kinda in the same boat

-Which means your boat is leaking and you’re perfectly fine with it while he’s panicking and trying to throw water overboard with his hands

-His brothers call him an idiot a lot but he’s a very sociable guy with people skills that he uses all the time in order to coax you out of your self pitiying shell

-Will whine every time you call yourself ‘useless’ or disagree with his compliments because what the hell, you’re literally the most gorgeous being ever let me love youuuu

-When it comes to you and your happiness, he ain’t fucking around. He will snarl at anyone that even looks at you in the wrong way

-Did that to Lucifer once, guess a what happened

-You’ve definitely helped him come to terms with the fact that he is loveable and not a good for nothing scum

-So now it’s your turn!

-Let him kiss your insecurities away please

-Your presence makes him feel wanted so he wants the same for you!

Levi:

-Well then

-It takes two to tango ya know?

-He is the KING of self loathing and no confidence whatsoever in anything he does so every time you put yourself down, he counters it with a self deprecating insult as well

-“I suck.”

-“Nah, you’re pretty awesome normie. I’m the shut in, disgusting otaku who can barely set foot outside his bedroom without having an anxiety attack.”

-It’s like you’re trying to outdo the other on who is worse

-Truth is, he really admires you, especially knowing you chose to date him; an anime nerd with no social life and no communication skills whatsoever

-It hurts a bit, every time he builds up the courage to actually compliment you and you not taking it seriously

-That’s because he recognises that he’s the same and just as harsh on himself as you are

-Levi knows self hatred is something that takes time to demolish

-But you are his Henry after all (also his partner but whatevs)

-He’s not gonna leave you hanging when you need him the most

-He also gradually stops calling you a normie as your relationship progresses, though it still slips through every now and again

-Basically, the first time he realised that you think negatively of yourself, his immediate reaction was: Haha lmao relatable

-But now, every time it happens, he gets all serious

-Puts his controller down and everything, it’s like witnessing a very rare phenomenon and it’s creepy as shit

-He’s also made an effort to be more physically affection though he is kinda shy about it because damn it he just wants to hug you every time you speak badly of yourself

-Probably writes a list at some point stating all the reasons why you are better than him and Ruri chan combined, it’s rlly sweet

Satan:

-He’s a bit curious as to where that mentality has come from

-What triggered you to be so self doubtful?

-He’s basically your psychotherapist and asks you a lot of questions trying to find different causes and solutions for your issues

-Honestly, he puts so much effort into trying to understand, reading books about it from the human realm and whatever he can find in order to help you

-He scrunches up his nose every time you call yourself an idiot or anything of the sort

-Satan knows that insisting you’re wonderful won’t exactly help you overcome this problem of yours

-But that doesn’t stop him from doing it

-It’s not like you can ignore his comments because he will keep complimenting you until you accept them

-He also repeats a lot of pick up lines but that’s just part of being his partner

-What do you mean you’re worthless?!! He would literally give away all of his books and his hatred for Lucifer in exchange for your well being!

-Satan is possibly the smartest out of all of his brothers, so he uses a tactical approach on this one

-Direct affectionate gestures don’t work on you so he’s gonna be more subtle

-Would slightly hint that you are amazing every time you do something for him, like fetching him a book or something

-“Ah thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you love.”

-He’s a lot smoother than he gives himself credit for

-He just appreciates your existence and that there’s someone out there that he doesn’t need to be act hostile or fake toward

-Satan is ready to sit down and listen to you talk about your insecurities for hours on end

-You would quietly say something bad about yourself and he would run through the House of Lamentation before bursting into the room you are in, shouting ‘No! That’s wrong!’ (going Danganronpa on your asses)

-“Welp, I fucked up again. I can’t do anything right.”

-And then, in the distance you hear boss music starting

Asmo:

-*Shocked Gasp*

-How could you say such things about yourself???? Is that even leGAl?

-Of course, the literally prince of Lust, with all of his narcissism, has never experienced things like ‘self doubt’ of ‘bad self esteem’

-Pfft, the fuck is that?

-He only uses the most positive of words when he describes himself

-So obviously he almost falls off the bed when he hears you insulting yourself for the first time

-But ya know, that would leave bruises on his beautiful skin

-“Oh darling, you’re not annoying or a moron! You’re not anything like Mammon!”

-That was a below belt fatal hit, press f in the chat for the second eldest

-At some point, he just genuinely believes you’ve been spending too much time with Levi and that his negativity started rubbing off on you

-But then you tell him you’ve always been like this and he almost has a crisIS

-He’s like ‘Haha, no, we’re going to get a spa day out tomorrow and a few shopping sprees so I can prove to you that you are magnificent in every way imaginable.’

-Asmo loves pampering you in general but on the days he sees you feeling extra sorry for yourself, he goes above and beyond

-Gets very hurt when you brush off his compliments because he just wants you to accept the fact that you’re beautiful

-He’s like a supportive mom lmao, whenever you’re feeling self doubtful, he goes “You’re doing great sweetie, keep it up I’m really proud of you.”

-It’s up to you to decide whether that helps or not

-He’s such a sweetheart in reality, it’s hard to remember that he’s supposed to be horny all the time

-Well he is but that’s not the point, you’re way more important

-Asmo is so much fun to write cuz I can make him so dramatic it’s hilarious

Beel:

-Oh no :(

-He gets very sad everytime you self deprecate yourself

-You can’t do it with him in the room because he’s going to start crying and give you this kicked puppy stare, it will break your heart

-Beel kinda comes over and goes “If I give you some of my food will you please stop saying bad things about yourself? Because it’s not true.”

-Well you can’t say no to that face

-He feels like it’s his fault you’re this self doubtful even though you’ve tried to explain to him you’ve always been like this

-He goes crying to his twin half the time because he doesn’t know what to do

-“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to drop it! Fucking hell, I’m such a fucking klutz.”

-“Sniffle no you’re not.”

-He’s like, giving you large portions of his food now

-Because food makes him happy so he wants you to be happy too

-🙂

-His brothers go in shock every time because the only other person Beel has ever shared his food with before was Belphie

-Physical affection goes through the roof with this guy

-Bone crushing hugs btw

-Your self worth is so immeasurable with him, you can’t even measure it

-W h o a

-I’m being serious, don’t talk badly about yourself in front of him unless you want to be hugged into next week

-You are a literal angel in his eyes, of course he thinks highly of you

-He’s just hoping his presence isn’t making your self esteem worse, that’s the thing that keeps him up at night

-Idk why but he does think that he is a bad influence on your mental well being since he’s a demon

-Beel gives you compliments all the time and it confuses him when you laugh them off uncertainly because he wasn’t joking or lying??

-He’s always supportive of your choices and encourages you to be more confident

-The same way you show your support everytime you come to his games to cheer him on

-Overall, he just wants you to feel special and appreciated

-Because you deserve it

-IneedmyselfaBeel

Belphie:

-He feels like absolute shit

-Becuase he’s well aware he‘s called you a few...not so nice words in the past

-Back then, he only thought he meant everything he said but now that he’s hearing you accept his insults and actually repeating them yourself?

-It hurts his brain and he wants to smash his head against all four walls of the room for being such a cretin

-You do tell him it’s not exactly his fault you think so badly of yourself

-But he still believes he fueled it

-So now he needs to fix it

-He’s tried everything and I mean everything

-It’s kinda working, slow progress is made which he’s really happy about but you know, it’s gonna take a while

-He finally settles on physical affection as the best way to communicate his gratefulness for you being youself

-Oh, he wasn’t hugging you before? He is now, get your ass next to him and let him cuddle you

-Handholding has increased by 69% in the last month, sorry for the loss of your right hand with how much he squeezes it

-Sometimes, he can’t help but a throw an insult at you in a playful manner, because he’s an asshole

-But he always makes sure you understand that he was just joking

-He’s such a little shit, you would be having a chat with him and you would subtly drop a insult at yourself hoping he wouldn’t notice

-But then he stops dead in his tracks, kisses you, says “Shut up, you’re stunning” and then he goes right back to the previous conversation like nothing happened

-Accept his compliments damn it otherwise he will continue to bug you about it for the rest of the day

-He’s an eboy and he’s a dickhead a times, but he just goes soft for you tbh

-If you’re feeling really bad about yourself, he won’t even say anything

-He will just big spoon you for the next 24 hours, good luck going to the bathroom or any meals during that time

-Because once you’re in his grip, you’re not getting out that easily

-He gets so pissy if anyone says something even slightly negative about you to your face

-One time, a random demon called you stupid in one of the classes at RAD and he was like ‘bïtch excuse me what?’

-Snapped his head around at him and everything

-He would have done something worse but he was lazy and feeling really petty

-So Belphie kicked him in the privates from under his desk like a damn spoiled brat

-And then he turned his head back to you, all smiles and rainbows and puppies

-I’m simping so hard for a fictional character wtf

-I had to write more protective Belphie cuz I can’t find anything of the sort anymore and I need flUFF

(Haha, I don’t know what this post is, my writing has officially taken a shit lmao. Sorry this took so long to finish, I kept going back to edit all of them)

Al~

[mrs-gucci]

Can I plz request some fluffy fluff with the one and only, Charlie Barber? Here’s a prompt line (use if ya want to or not) “Are you flirting with me?” But if that doesn’t strike your fancy maybe just a lil blurb about his big calloused hand in mine... I really just wanna hold his hand 🥺🥺🥺

Lunch Line [blurb] {professor!Charlie Barber x Reader} 

author's notes: helloooo @cornmousequeen !! I’ve been wanting to play around with Professor Barber for a little while...so I hope you like what I did with your request! thanks for being a supporter of my page and my writing, I appreciate you very much <3 ~prompt: "Are you flirting with me?"

warnings: a generous helping of fluff and general cuteness. plus some awkwardnss lol. plenty of (semi-awkward) flirting.

(possible) tw's: implied age gap (no more than 10 years). 

"Professor Y/N?”

You turn around at the familiar voice of your new friend and fellow professor, Charlie Barber, and a smile grazes your face as you look up at him.

“Professor Barber, how are you?”

He joins you in the cafeteria line, blue plastic tray in-hand, stocked with his buffet selections. He sighs dramatically, making you laugh.

“That good, huh?”

Charlie laughs. “Midterms are kicking my ass.”

“You’re certainly not alone in that boat, Professor.” You reply with a smile. “Towards the beginning of the semester, I agreed to take over another section for a teacher in my department who’s out on maternity leave, and I’m certainly regretting that decision right about now.”

Both of you laugh in unison, taking the time to admire the other’s beauty. The sparks always seem to fly between you and Professor Barber whenever you get together, but since you’re both professors at the same university, nothing can ever come of it. So, instead, you just flirt back and forth endlessly during lunch, then you part ways afterwards and head back to your respective departments until the next day’s lunch break.

Today, though, feels a bit different. A bit more flirty than usual. 

“Wow, that sucks, I’m sorry.” He says, a truly genuine tone backing up the statement’s sincerity. “I would offer my help, but I genuinely know nothing about psychology to even be of help.”

You chuckle. “Just the thought is appreciated, honestly. I’ve got a few TA’s this semester for a couple of my classes, so I just dump most of the more tedious work on them, which is mean, I know, but I like to think that I’m giving them an authentic experience.”

Charlie smiles brightly, laughing softly. “You’re awfully cute, Professor.”

His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s said, but is sort of relieved when you look away, biting your lip and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.  That’s a good sign, right? It’s been a while since he’s been interested in anyone, much less flirted with them.

“Are you flirting with me, Professor Barber?” You ask, flashing him a quick wink.

He blushes madly, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Uh, well, h-how would you feel if I was flirting with you? Hypothetically, o-of course.”

“Well...” You begin, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lip as you reach up to whisper in his ear. “I’d feel like telling you that I like you, too, Professor. I’d also feel like telling you that if you asked me on a date, I’d say yes.”

Charlie shudders softly, biting his lip for a moment as you pull away. He tries to contain his excitement at this proclamation, but he really can’t, smiling and blushing like a damn teenager.

Before he can say anything, though, the middle-aged woman behind one of the cash registers interrupts.

“Sorry to interrupt this intimate moment y’all are having in the middle of the cafeteria, but I’m ready to check y’all out over here.”

A few people in line snicker as your cheeks warm rapidly, and Charlie’s turn even redder. You giggle softly, walking over to the register, biting back a smile as you scan your faculty ID and thank the woman, heading over to the utensil station.

“What I was getting ready to say, before being interrupted,” Charlie begins with a soft laugh, walking up behind you. You turn around to face him properly. “Is that I, uh...w-would you maybe like to, er, uh, go out to dinner, s-sometime? Or coffee, or breakfast, even lunch if you wanted, it really doesn’t--”

“Yes, I’ll go out with you.”

He laughs awkwardly, the tips of his ears almost as red as his cheeks as he reaches to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’d love to go out with you, any place, any time, Charlie.” You look up at him with a smile. “Really, I would.”

God, he could kiss you right now. Oh, how he wishes he could just pick you up and take you to his bedroom--

“That’s great. So, so great.”

He cuts his own thoughts off.

“Yeah, totally.”

A period of awkward silence passes before you clear your throat, giggling to yourself softly.

“So, uh, should we go eat our lunches, or...?”

Charlie nods, running his hand through his hair again.

“Lunch! Right, yes, o-of course.” 

Both of you grab utensils before heading over to your regular table, hand-in-hand. 

And for once, you both had something other than lunch to look forward to together.

[authenticcadence18]

“It’s fine we’ll always have season 4” well if THAT ain’t a mood omggg. What was up with the earlier seasons completely ruining things for Isabella lmao.

RIIIIGHT????????

like, Phineas being oblivious is one thing. He’s not obligated to return or even understand Isabella’s feelings for him. And “oblivious Phineas” moments are usually pretty funny😂

But. Stuff like the end of Canderemy?? w h y??? WHY spend an entire episode building up Isa actually getting to spend time with phineas only to RUIN IT AT THE LAST SECOND WITH A HORRIFYING VISUAL GAG. especially considering Isabella and Phineas would have gotten to go to the movie alone if it weren’t for CANDACE AND HER INSISTENCE ON BLAMING THE BOYS FOR SOMETHING THEY DIDN’T DO AND—it’s fine it’s fINE it’s fine, I’m fine.

and, ok. ONE MORE “haha poor Isabella” moment that really doesn’t sit well with me is her “trying to ask phineas to the dance” subplot in “Out to Launch.” The end to the subplot itself isn’t the issue—because, again, Phineas isn’t obligated to return/comprehend Isabella’s feelings. BUT, the way the episode built up to that moment, spending half an hour telling Isabella to “hold that thought” whenever she tried to talk to anyone about her plan and leaving her feeling like an afterthought....only to CRUSH HER SPIRIT EVEN MORE AT THE END??? like. w h y. what did she do to deserve that.

I mean. Look at this poor girl☹️.

It looks like she’s on the verge of tears. But she fakes a smile and pretends to be okay even though she’s clearly hurting....remind me again how this is supposed to be funny???

Because it’s not funny. It’s just awful and sad. And like, this scene isn’t even framed as a joke really...the music is soft and kinda sad, it doesn’t end on a “sting” like you’d expect of a moment like this. So was the point????

Like, the writers could’ve just cut out the subplot entirely, have Isa ask Phineas to the dance out of the blue at the end, and then have him invite Ferb. Make it a one-off joke, not a sad subplot that just ends in more sadness. OR, they could’ve changed Isabella’s reaction to Phineas’s response. Have her roll her eyes, or just groan and be like “of course....” or chuckle dryly and quip “well! I’ll take what I can get/it’s better than nothing!” But no. We’re left with a sad shot of a girl who’s been pushing down her own negative emotions all day for the sake of others forcing a smile and hiding her sadness yet again.

and the fact that Candace succeeds in asking Jeremy to the dance is salt in the wound😑. Because Isabella is a kinder person than Candace. I’m not saying she “deserves” a love interest more than Candace does (sure I would’ve said that when I was younger but not anymore🤣), but it IS strange that the writers chose to “reward” Candace with a date and “punish” Isabella for no reason at all. (See, this is one of the main reasons I couldn’t stand Candace when I first got into the show😅)

And again, Phineas’s obliviousness isn’t the problem here: it’s the writing and framing of the entire subplot.

I mean, I GUESS Isabella’s plot could be seen as a comfort to other kids who’ve been in the same boat as her. But if THAT is what the writers were going for, they should’ve included a scene of the Fireside Girls comforting her and letting her express her true feelings and perhaps find a silver lining in getting to go to the dance with phineas at all. That would’ve ended the subplot on a much sweeter note, like: “Life doesn’t always work out the way we want it to, even if we ‘deserve’ for it to work out. You can still turn to your friends for comfort and try to find a silver lining in sad times, though!”

Like. U G H. I hate this subplot, I hate it. Thank goodness the writers started treating Isa better as the show went on👌.

(“That Sinking Feeling” is the perfect example of a “pining Isabella/oblivious Phineas” subplot done RIGHT. We get Phineas being painfully, hilariously oblivious, we get Isabella being aggravated but in a humorous way, AND we get a sweet moment between them at the end that above all is founded in friendship. That is the Phinabella dynamic. I’m glad the crew figured it out as they went along!)

[junnibook]

•Dabi nsfw alphabet •

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after care? lucky if he even stays, what’s that trend when dabi only calls when he’s high. yeah its one of those moments, simply because he doesn’t need a FULL relationship right now, get it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s a ass and thigh guy, likes to leaving stinging hand prints and marks. if he sees them fade he’ll just make new ones, and if he sees some that aren’t from him, prepared to be covered in his marks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

likes to paint you white with cum, he also likes when you swallow his cum down. DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT SPIT HIS CUM OUT. he’ll start all the way over with so much force that it’ll hurt to talk for a week or more. his cum is a gift take.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he doesn’t have any, he’s did and told you everything you need to know. he’s not holding back. if he wants to do it he will and takes pride in telling you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A LOT, your most def not his first. he’s had several hookups. your just lucky that he keeps coming to you and not changing it to some other girl. but it can be a good thing or a bad thing that he’s attached. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any that puts him in complete control and any that gets him deepest into you. his go to is the mating press. he won’t leave cum in you unless your on the pill. condoms make him annoyed and he doesn’t want another dabi running around following in his foot steps.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think maybe a few teasing ones laced with a soft degrading. something like. “look who’s take my dick like a slut, ha you must really want it” not actually funny but it tickles his throat in a way.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn’t shave and don’t ask him too because he still won’t, why should he have to? is what he would ask. “worry about the dick and not the hair” 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

yea no, not at all. wait no he might kiss your forehead MIGHT that’s his way of saying “i don’t hate you “ 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when ever he feels like he needs to get off he’s on the way to you, he wants two things from you while on the way. one the door unlocked because he’ll be damned if he has to knock on a door, he’ll start fires if its not and two, you better prepared to take him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

dom/sub, degrading kink, worship kink {when you worship him} , public sex , public humiliation, thigh kink, quirk play, biting, marking. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere he pleases, he doesn’t care who sees him, he’s up for putting on a damn good show. you better put on your best face because he isn’t hiding it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you send him sexy photos and text him “slutty “ things, he’s also into the innocent looks, even more if your a virgin. he likes the idea or tainting the ‘angels’ so if your innocent and still do those things he’s already at your doo hard and ready. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

not into that daddy shit, he doesn’t wanna be a daddy. but he’ll gladly be a master. he’s not into being sub, doesn’t matter how dominant you THINK you are he’s always going to be the more dominant.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

won’t eat the cat on regular days, you gotta earn that tongue piercing, but loves when he gets to throat fuck you, stretching your little throat brings him so much pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s always rough and fast, he doesn’t care to be gentle and he also has a habit of fucking his frustration into you, great but rough always. your going to NEED a safe word. hopefully he hears it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

even his quickies are rough, he mostly has them when he has a job he needs to be done but randomly gets horny, he’ll fuck you while on duty depending on how big it is. if he’s driving places he won’t fuck you there but right after. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

fucking you out side is a risk and he absolutely loves it, the feeling of getting caught makes him want to fuck you even more. fucking you deeply into the walls where people can hear you moan out. yea he loves that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depending on his mood, he can last 2-6 rounds tops. some can be non stop some can give you a breather all because he doesn’t wanna have you passing out on him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

hand cuffs, that’s it you won’t need them literally. he’s got it all covered. TRUST YOU WON’T NEED IT.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE. he likes to tease you before giving you anything, have you begging for his dick, “my little whore wants my dick does she “ he rubs your dripping opening with his tip.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he grunts and groan, loves when you moan his name,  he hates when you whine. don’t whine for a long time it annoys him, or do, what ever floats your boat.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

absolutely loves anal. the tighter the better he says. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

above average and thick with ladder piercings going down his dick. he’s proud of his member 100 percent his favorite body part.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s in between. he would’ve been horny always if he wasn’t always doing jobs. but he’s right at your place an hour after he’s finished just because he can fuck his frustrations out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

maybe it depends on you, if he can trust you than he’ll sleep there but if he’s guessing your trust than he’ll leave when you sleep or awake doesn’t matter t him.

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thanks for reading and ask box is always open.