#when I first entered the fandom…. let’s just say I fell for it and I fell for it DEEP

[comradekarin]

daily reminder that you are NAWT immune to sex god kuroo propaganda btw (this goes for new fans and veterans alike)

[judysxnd]

pick up lines

Lando x streamer!reader

Summary: while you’re streaming, Lando loves watching you, but he also loves teasing you in every way possible. He’s a bit jealous, so he always tries to show the world that you’re his.

Warning: sexual jokes

This is my first ever writing about Lando!!

I have so many ideas for him that I don’t know where to start, but I finished the game outlast a few days ago, so we’ll go with this one.

Also, I’m so self conscious about writing about him? It’s a different fandom and all, I’m extremely nervous 😭

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You started your stream about an hour ago. Today, you were playing an horror game, outlast. You loved horror games, but always struggled a lot to play them, alone. You thought it would be funny for your tchat to see you, well, shit your pants.

You were surprisingly doing well tho. I mean, the beginning wasn’t that scary, you still hadn’t seen the monster yet. You did scream when you entered a room and a corpse fell in front of you, but that was for the show (is what you said yourself).

That little scream made your phone rang, as you received a text from your boyfriend, who apparently, was watching you. Lando was away for the holidays, but he tried not to miss your streams, at least a bit. He couldn’t stay and watch the integrity, but he was coming here and there, just to watch you do what you loved the most.

You don’t really like when he’s watching you, at least when you know about it, because you’re pressuring yourself to do good, to show off, and you know that he is observing you. It’s not like you don’t have thousands of viewers watching you, but it is different because you know what he can think, and also because he always teases you after. But you let him do it, I mean, you do watch him race, and if he streams you watch him too. It’s his love language, the third one behind physical touch and music. If there’s anything related to you, he definitely watched it or read it.

So there he was watching you, and teasing you because you screamed. You just saw the text and was about to respond when you receive a subscription with a message: “Are you caffeine? Because you make my heart race”. You gasped before smiling at the camera, winking.

���Thank you for the sub AND this beautiful pick up line” you joked

That’s something you always thought would be funny and you started to stream. Pick up lines. And you received a lot, some very good ones that you made you question dating fans (before dating Lando obviously) and some terrible ones. But you loved how it made you feel close to your fans, it was a good interactions, you were sure to hear it, not like the tchat, you can’t read everything.

Soon after that, you saw your tchat going crazy over something.

“What is going on?” You saw the comments flooding, talking about Lando. “Why are you talking about Lando?” You tried to read more. A modo pinned the message in question. It was from Lando saying “who’s trying to steal my girl?” It made you laugh.

“no one is stealing me from you Lando” you said to the camera, shaking your head, knowing Lando was staring at you too through the screen. “But with those lines, you have competition” you winked, knowing he would definitely fight back. But there was no other comment in the tchat from him. “Think you scared him away guys” joking before getting back to the game.

That’s what you thought. Because at the worst timing possible, while you were running away from a monster, you received another sub saying “girl, if you were a race car, you’d be lightning McQueen” which made you laugh. Once you were in a secure spot in the game, you looked at who sent that to thank them for the subscription, only to see that it was from Lando.

“Lando!” You almost yelled. “I knew it was too cheesy to be from one of my fans” you joked. “I wonder on which website you found this one” you said at the camera. The tchat was flooding with emojis laughing. They always loved when you two were interacting on socials, it was not very often, but very fun.

You didn’t even have time to start the game back that you received another one. “I know this isn’t a race but.. I’d still let you finish first” you gasped as you stood up, leaving your headphones on the desk and moving out of the field of vision.

“He did not just do that!” You said loudly, enough for your tchat to hear it. You knew he was laughing his ass off behind the screen, proud of his joke. You finally came back, sitting calmly on your chair, putting the headphones back on. You were smiling at the camera, like you would be smiling at Lando.

“You need to stop Lando, not that I didn’t like it, but there are kids watching me” you couldn’t stop smiling, you were feeling so hot, blushing at his pick up line. “You won, you won, okay? Happy?” You looked at the tchat. He commented “very happy :)”

“Oh my god” you said, leaning against your chair. “Now go away, and let me work peacefully” you joked “or stay silent” you pointed at the camera. “Will do ma’am” he commented again, making you roll your eyes.

“Good boy” you winked at the camera, making the tchat go crazy, yet once again. You knew Lando would feel some type of way, but he resisted the urge to comment again, letting you go back to your game. He was probably more eager to watch you get scared than anything else.

[koiiiji]

First of all miss u and ur windbreaker fics 🖤 Don't know if u ever done, a truth or dare fic with windbreaker characters wooin or any other character u like☺️ were it can get a little steamy 👀 like the reader was dared to kiss joker and they kiss. Wooin gets jealous or something lol

author’s note ; finally in that state when i can equally pay attention to both lookism and wb fandoms!! thank you for request, and sorry for delay😵‍💫

summary ; happening before vinny entered the team, like 3-4 seasons

tw ; alcohol, suggestive

boring evenings dragged on one after another, a break in the "league of streets" freed up a lot of time for you and your friends. and that's why you were hanging out at your apartment right now, suffering absolute idleness with Hyuk, waiting for Wooin and Joker to come from another deal or underground fight or whatever shit they are doing right now.

Hyuk bored poked at the screen, cozily sitting in an armchair, occasionally making sarcastic comments and saying, "yo, open the tiktok, i just threw off some real jokes." while you've already exhausted yourself waiting, and just hung your head down and threw legs on the cushions of the sofa, mumbling in response to another tiktok with a monkey, "fuck off, learn what humor is."

throwing the phone aside, you sigh and looked at the clock. it's almost 12 am and friday, so you weren't surprised that Wooin and Joker were messing with their business for so long, but still they must have at least some kind of conscience!!! these two donkeys promised to come back at 10pm and take a drink with them, and right now without any alcohol in your system it was quite difficult to tolerate Hyuk's jokes about monkeys and about a non-existent love triangle between you and two idiots who were already 2 hours late. and in your opinion, he's been pushing Joker's candidacy too hard since Wooin intentionally woke up him early in the morning three days ago, just because he woke up early himself.

Hyuk, bored and still poking at his screen, looked up when you let out a frustrated sigh. "relax, they'll be here soon," he said with a dismissive wave, eyes flickering back to his phone. you were about to retort when the sound of the apartment door unlocking made you both perk up. Wooin and Joker stumbled in, looking tired but triumphant, with a couple of bags in their hands. "you two still in same room and didn't commit any crime? im impressed," Wooin said, kicking the door shut behind him. Joker, ever the stoic, gave a brief nod in acknowledgment, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "we got the drinks," he said simply.

Hyuk sprang up from his chair, abandoning his phone. "about time, i was starting to think you'd gotten yourselves into another fight." he rummaged through the bags, pulling out bottles of soju and beer.

"close enough," Wooin said with a smirk, dropping onto the couch next to you. "but that's a story for another time."

You rolled your eyes, reaching for a bottle and cracking it open. "you guys owe us big time," you said, taking a swig. "Hyuk's been driving me nuts." Hyuk threw a middle finger at you playfully. "love you too, buddy."

as the drinks flowed and the evening wore on, the atmosphere in the apartment grew more relaxed and jovial. jokes and laughter filled the room, the earlier boredom forgotten. someone suggested playing a game, and before long, you all found yourselves gathered in a circle on the floor, playing a rowdy game of truth or dare.

"alright," Wooin said, eyes glinting mischievously. "it's your turn," he pointed at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "truth or dare?" you hesitated, knowing Wooin's penchant for wild dares. but with the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in your system, you felt a surge of boldness. "dare." and that's where Hyuk intervened and interrupted Wooin. "i dare you to kiss Joker." Hyuk's grin widened.

room fell silent, all eyes turning to Joker, who was lounging against the couch with his usual calm, almost detached expression. you glanced at him, feeling a flicker of nervousness. Joker met your gaze, his face unreadable. and you were about to back out when Wooin, who had been unusually loud one, suddenly shutted his mouth, turning his face away and taking a big sip. Hyuk laughed. "come on, it's just a game!"

feeling the pressure from everyone's stares, you took a deep breath and leaned toward Joker. to your surprise, he didn't pull away. instead, he remained perfectly still, legs spread widely, one if his knees been up and hand with beer in it was resting there, and his eyes locked on yours. the kiss was brief, just a soft press of lips, but it felt like it lasted an eternity.

when you pulled back, Joker's calm demeanor was unchanged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Wooin, on the other hand, looked distinctly unhappy. He avoided your gaze, taking a long drink from his bottle again.

the game continued, but Wooin's mood cast a shadow over the fun. his usually loud and mischievous attitude was replaced with a sullen silence, and he kept drinking more than talking. as the night wore on and the alcohol flowed, the atmosphere grew hazy. the room was filled with laughter and half-hearted jokes, but the underlying tension never dissipated. you found yourself glancing at Wooin, who was avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially you.

eventually, the need for another drink drove you to the kitchen. You rummaged through the fridge, feeling the cool air wash over your flushed face. as you grabbed a beer, the kitchen door swung open, and Wooin stepped in. the two of you stood in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. "hey," you said softly, breaking the silence. Wooin looked up, his eyes dark and slightly irritated. "hey."

"are you okay?" you asked, closing the fridge door and leaning against the counter. he scoffed, leaning against the doorway. "why wouldn't i be?"

"you seem upset," you replied, trying to gauge his mood. he took a step closer, his expression hardening. "why would i be upset? it's not like i care that two my friends just kissed."

you blinked, taken aback by his tone. "Wooin, it's just a game. you know that."

"yeah, sure," he said, rolling his eyes.

"what's your problem?" you snapped, feeling your frustration rise. "my problem?" he echoed, his voice rising. "maybe my problem is watching my friend make out with another friend and everyone pretending it's no big deal."

"and what's so special about it? you never saw people kissing?" you raise your voice as well, starting to feel irritated. he ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "forget it," he muttered, turning around and leaving the kitchen. "it's nothing."

"it's obviously not nothing," you insisted, stepping closer and grabbing his wrist. "why can't you just tell m-" he didn't let you finish when he turned around abruptly and grabbing both of your hands, putting them behind your back, pressing you into the kitchen unit and leaning in kissing you, his lips pressing against yours with a fervor that took your breath away. this kiss was different from the one with Joker - hungrier, more desperate. you melted into it, letting your hands out of his grip, finding their way to his hair as he pressed you with his hips against the counter. the kiss deepened, and the world outside the kitchen ceased to exist. it was just you, Wooin and the heat between you, growing more intense by the second. his hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, and you responded in kind, your body aching for more of his touch.

you moaned into his lips as you felt his teeth lightly nip at your bottom lip, pulling it back a bit, before running his forked tongue over the swollen area. his hands moved lower, squeezing your ass tighter and lifting you higher to sit you on the kitchen counter.

now you were looking down at him, running your hands down his neck, burying it in his jet black hair, pulling him back, for another kiss. Wooin stood between your legs, pressing your body closer to his, so you could feel his warmth, his hunger and greed for your touch and hands. you whined something inarticulate into his lips again when you felt one of his hands slide lower, unzipping your jeans and nimble fingers slipped under the thick fabric. barely touching, teasing and playing with your clit through the fabric of your panties, he shut up each of your moans with another kiss, pressing his tongue deeper in your mouth.

finally breaking away from each other, you both didn't look away, afraid to disturb the silence of the kitchen, and only quiet attempts to catch your breath sounded in the darkness of the room. smiling mischievously on you, Wooin was about to kiss you again, and his fingers was about to pull your panties aside, when the light suddenly turned on, and with the most sour and disgusted expression on his face, Hyuk appeared in the corridor "eeew guys, right in front of my beer? seriously?"

[chemococktailonthehouse]

Nightly Ritual (Lucifer x F!Reader)

Description: Lucifer tended to stay up far later than he should, and he certainly wasn't easy to convince to come to bed. You, however, had a few tricks up your sleeve.

Warnings: Fluff (that's it. that's the whole post), sleepy sleepy reader, no use of Y/N, no beta we die like men

Author's Note: This one has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute now. I've got another one I'm working on and may not finish that has similar vibes with a touch of angst (what can I say, I know what I like). I'm not sure how much Hazbin I'll write for, as I'm not super involved with the fandom at this point. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Word Count: 897

This has been cross-posted on my AO3 account which you can find here.

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Lucifer spent many a night in his workshop working and you spent many a night trying to pull him away from said work and into bed. Besides, what was the point of a king-sized bed if there wasn’t a king to share it with? At some point you realized that if you could get him to enter the bedroom the battle was practically won. But how could you consistently make that happen? The answer fell into your lap one night when you dozed off watching him work. He gazed at you fondly for a moment before finally scooping you up and carrying you off to bed. As soon as he deposited you beneath the sheets you pulled him along with you as he let out a surprised umph. And so this dance of yours began. You would fall asleep in his office and he would carry you to bed. It didn’t take him long for him to catch on to your little game, but he couldn’t help but play along.

Most nights you’d pull up a chair to his desk, your head moving from resting in your palm to laying across your arm as you began to drift off. Other time’s you’d sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he tinkered away. Once or twice you even sat in his lap with your head buried in the crook of his neck as he hummed softly in your ear. Tonight though, you unintentionally mixed things up.

Luci heard the door creak open not too long after supper as you padded into the room. He was a bit surprised. Usually you wouldn’t start this song and dance until much later in the evening. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder as you peered at his current project. Maybe you were just here to watch tonight.

“Whatcha working on?” Though, to be honest, you already knew the answer.

“Oh, just the usual.”

You fell into a comfortable silence. Every now and again you’d ask a question about what he was doing or what tool he was using, to which he would happily answer. After one particularly in depth question he turned to you, “so, you trying to pick up the tools of the trade?”

“How do you know I’m not already an expert?”

“Oh ho ho, I think we both remember what happened last time.”

You swatted at his shoulder playfully, “oh hush you.”

“I’m not the one who almost set the office ablaze,” he raised his eyebrows as he challenged you to retort.

”Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. You should be thankful I took such a tremendous responsibility off your hands.”

“Mhmm,” you could feel his quiet laughter reverberate in his chest. He continued working, humming contently whenever you’d pepper kisses on his cheek. Eventually the frequency of your musings began to slow as he noted your breathing deepening, “you sure you don’t want to come sit in my lap?” While he didn’t want you toppling over, he was reveling in the close contact and would be damned if it ended any time soon.

“Can see what you’re doing better from up here,” the way you mumbled made it evident that sleep was soon to follow.

“You sure you’re not gonna fall asleep back there?”

“Mhmm. ‘m not even that tired.”

He turned and placed a kiss on your cheek, “whatever you say, dear.”

You did, in fact, fall asleep back there. Just as the first soft snore left your lips he felt you begin to slide to the side. He unfurled his wings, keeping you upright until he could turn around and lift you into his arms, “alright missy, let’s get you to bed.” You stirred slightly, lazily reaching an arm over his shoulder to stroke the feathers at the base of his wings as he carried you down the hall. The only clue that he had finally made it to the room was the soft click of the door before he laid you down on the bed. Before you had the chance to pull him down with you he had stepped out of your grasp. You turned to face him, worried that your plan had been unsuccessful this evening, “stay, please.”

“I’ll be right there, just need to slip into something more comfortable.” A few minutes later he climbed under the covers and pulled you to him, the warmth of bare chest pulling you in like a duckling to its mother.

You looped an arm around him once more, tracing your fingers across his back in search of those oh-so-soft wings. You huffed, disappointed to find he had tucked them away, “Luci?”

“Yes dear?”

You rubbed small circles until he finally got the hint. “Ohhh, someone sure is needy tonight, hmm?” His tone was playful, though it could be argued that he found much more satisfaction from wrapping you up in his wings than you did. And you loved when he wrapped you up. You began combing your fingers through his feathers again as he practically purred, “you know if you keep that up I may just have to start coming to bed earlier.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” there was that mumbling again as you began to drift off.

He chuckled, a soft, deep tone, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[ellitx]

Helloooow!

Your blog is like nectar to a starving hummingbird in the deseeeeert there is not enough Venti content on the fanfiction side of this fandom istg so THANK YOU for taking care of us Venti fans!

I read through quite a lot of your works (and Venti centered works in general) and I noticed a trend in all of the darlings either being reserved and shy / standoffish or being gentle and incredibly soft-spoken / naive.

No doubt about Venti actually falling for someone like that since opposites attract, but I was wondering if you could imagine him with a more confident and extroverted darling as well?

A type of darling that has a "so what if people will look on? Maybe they want to secretly join in on being silly, too!"- attitude and is non-flirtatiously playful / witty? And perhaps isn't as easily foiled or can see through people's intentions a little more clearly since she has experience with dealing with different personalities.

Someone who would pull all the other shy people into the dancing circle and is pretty good masking embarrassment / faking it until she makes it!

Would it aggravate Venti even more to get her flustered? Or is that a type of darling he wouldn't even bat an eye towards? What do you think?

Extroverted darling is the type who venti will enjoy having a drink with at the tavern

They’d get along pretty quick if darling is able to give the same energy as venti’s, though when it comes to romance, it would take some time for him to fall for them. If in a scenario, darling was the one who fell first, he’ll immediately notice but won’t say a word. He doesn’t want to presume but he does give flirtatious remarks

But if we’re speaking that he’s a yandere, he would enjoy another bright presence. He’d let you run wild and surprisingly he’s not very restrictive. He still wanted you to enjoy life and be yourself. The thing that makes it frightening for yan venti with an extroverted darling is, well, manipulating your feelings.

And if darling fell for him, he’d definitely take advantage of it. He didn’t missed you were throwing hints at him, but he’s feigning ignorance. He wants to hear you say it to him directly. Even if you joked that you love him or you want spend your life together with him, he’ll take that as a confession seriously and claiming you’re “officially” together.

What’s worse is that if you like drinking and you have low alcohol tolerance, he’ll take advantage of it as well. He puts on the bestest-best friend facade with you. Obviously he doesn’t do anything to you when you were getting to know him. Nothing of that sort you’d imagine.

If you get drunk, he’d carry you home and joked about not reaching his level. When you passed out the first time you were with him, you were on your guard. You woke up with the evening sky greeting you and jolting up immediately, you almost knocked Venti out.

He stayed with you throughout the night, accompanying you back to your home as you thanked him for watching over you. It became a norm for you both that either would pass out and the other would care for them. That’s why you prefer drinking with him. You’re guaranteed he’ll handle you if you want to get yourself drunk and have fun dancing at the tavern when he plays his music.

Everything he does are so normal you don’t even see anything malicious.

He’d bring you to the tavern for a drink, chatting on your way there. But upon entering, all seats were occupied. There must be a celebration and a lot of the knights were inside. You all searched from top to bottom for any vacant seats, but none can be found. You can’t go to cat’s tail because of his allergies, and you aren’t letting Venti steal a bottle. Otherwise, you’d be counted as his accomplice.

When one client finally left, he took the seat and you’re just there… standing. He arched his brow and asked you to sit. You’re baffled by his question until he patted his lap with an almost casual confidence, clearly unfazed by the bustling crowd around you.

You hesitated, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. His suggestion was bold, to say the least, and though you were no stranger to his antics, this felt different. You quickly denied but he just sighed and propped his chin on his palm.

Why would you be so embarrassed? You’ve been friends for a long time and frequently flirting back and forth so how was this any different? Everyone in the town already knows how close you are with him. Even Diluc knows your frequent shenanigans with this bard.

His fingers drummed lightly on the wooden table, tapping in rhythm with the music playing nearby, waiting for you to move. The packed room left little space to move, making it clear that finding another seat was out of the question. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, you took a step closer, noticing the faintest glimmer of satisfaction across his face. He shifted, making room for you as his arms rested lightly at his sides, inviting yet unassuming.

You sat on his lap, trying to keep your composure as he adjusted to ensure you were comfortable. When he called the bartender and ordered your usual drinks, you looked away to hide your red face. Usually, you’d brush it off and come up with an excuse, but your mind was running in miles you couldn’t think clearly. You could feel his breath close to your shoulder, relaxing with you there, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

The music grew louder, voices around you rising in cheer, but you found yourself catching his hand drifting over your thighs. At first you ignored it, thinking his hand was just there to rest. But when you felt his palm rubbing up and down your skin, your cheeks warmed up with your mouth agape.

You wanted to scold him, question what was he doing. As you turned to him and opened your mouth, Charles arrived with your drinks, placing the mugs on the table. Venti thanked him, leaving you a bit awkward when he grabbed his drink. You though he finally stopped, and you weren’t going to bother bringing it up to him— assuming it was just his gesture of concern for his best friend— but his hand returned between your thighs.

His fingertips brushed up against your inner thigh, gliding slowly up. You pushed his wrist, the slightest signal to stop and to avoid unnecessary commotion, but he just drank as his fingers ran close between your legs. You tugged his hand but instead he slipped his finger in yours, twining them in place. His eyes were focused straight ahead, expression completely neutral, and unfazed.

Your were so confused, trying to grasp what had gotten to him. Venti was forward, but not this forward. Maybe it’s a sort of gesture to calm you. You were pretty flustered back there when he offered his lap, and you already knew how touchy he was. But this didn’t seem like…

You grabbed your tankard and took a heavy gulp, pushing down any conflicting emotions. Sure, you like him and even joked having feelings for him, but that’s because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

He loves wine and jokes. He sings for every event and playfully flirts. And you? You love him. That sounds stupid but it's the truth. If only you could muster courage and confess to him. If only you could get on his good side to the extent where you two would have romantic kind of moment without the need for alcohol.

You asked Charles for another glass and you didn’t notice his hands crept under your shirt. You were too drunk to differentiate the sensations swarming over your skin. His fingers stroked along the sensitive curve of your stomach, the other arm firm around you as you glanced at him, he didn't seem bothered. His lips moved as if he was talking to you, but you couldn’t hear anything when the music was too loud and the knights were clamouring. You simply hummed, nodding along to whatever he was saying.

He offered you another glass and you accepted. The drink was stronger this time, or maybe you were finally feeling the weight of each glass catching up to you. The room swayed slightly as you raised the glass, taking another heavy gulp, the world beginning to blur.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the emotions you’d been trying so hard to drown that made the warmth creep into your cheeks, a sensation almost too intense to ignore. Somewhere deep down, you knew you were pushing past your limit, but here, with Venti’s laughter echoing somewhere beside you, it didn’t feel so bad.

He watched you carefully, concern crossing his usually carefree face as you reached for the next drink. His smile lingered, as he subtly moved closer, reaching out a steadying hand as you swayed again. The tavern lights glimmering above in dizzying patterns. You tried to flash him a reassuring smile, but a small giggle left your lips as you felt something ticklish on your stomach.

You were vaguely aware of his fingers brushing against you, grounding you just enough to stop the world from spinning. The voices in the tavern grew more distant, their laughter fading off. Somewhere along the way, you lost count of how many times you’d tried to quiet your thoughts. You leaned your head against his shoulder, watching his lips move, his voice softer, almost soothing, though you couldn’t make out the words. His breath brushed against your ear and you nodded absentmindedly.

The last thing you felt was Venti’s arms wrapping around you, his voice a quiet murmur lost to the noise as he carried you out of the tavern.

[madlori]

I'm asking this to you because you're the only person I know who's been around fandoms for so long — do you find this shipping-situation weird? I've been in many fandoms but I've never really seen this insistence on there being only one acceptable ship for a character and encouraging the idea that anything other than the norm is almost sacrilegious. Almost every big fandom over the years have had multiple conflicting pairings, take for example, Marvel. Even works of media that have a canon romantic pairing have had fans who ship others with the leads (that was what shipping was tbh) and no one has ever shown up to their doorsteps with pitchforks in hand, at least not that I'm aware of. So I guess I'd really like your opinion on why you think this is happening now? Have things always been this way, just not in plain sight? Is this just the new fandom culture that is developing now with the influx of younger people? Or is this fandom an aberration where a group of people are so used to being the majority that they simply aren't taking well to things not going their way?

I've been thinking about this today, and I'm still not sure what I think.

I've been in fandoms with a hugely dominant ship before. I've been in fandoms that had ship wars. I've been in fandoms with a lot of peacefully co-existing ships. I'm not sure this fandom is really all that different. To answer your first question, no, I don't find it all that weird. In fact I sort of expected it.

Let me tell you a story about the Brokeback Mountain fandom, which managed to have a ship war despite having really only one ship, the canon ship. So BBM fic fell into several broad categories, the biggest of which were fix-the-ending/canon divergence fics and the straight-up AU fics (I wrote one of each, lol). Post-canon fics weren't as common, because you had to deal with one half of the canon pairing being...well, dead.

There was a post-canon fic that gained a lot of fans...and when I say "fic" that's really an understatement. It was a SAGA, and I don't use that term lightly. It was a series of like...6 or 7 epic 100K+ word fics and it was over a million words total. The author would put out more than one 5K chapters per DAY. I'm still in awe of this woman's output. But it was the content that created the issue.

(Brief recap for those who have not seen BBM - two ranch hands in the 1960s, Ennis (Heath Ledger) and Jack (Jake Gyllenhaal) spend a season herding sheep together, have sex, form a bond, then separate to go about their expected hetero lives but get together for fishing trips every year or so to have sex and spend time together. Jack wants more, Ennis is terrified. Both marry and have families. Eventually Jack dies in what is implied to be a gay-bashing but who knows, and Ennis makes his peace with the love he'd felt for him)

The saga picked up a couple of years after the film's events. Ennis decides to tentatively explore what being queer means, goes to Laramie, finds a gay bar, and very cautiously enters. Through a Series of Events he gets mixed up in an assault there and befriends a local sheriff's deputy, who is also gay. They begin a relationship.

Now, this series was COMPLEX. A huge cast of characters, a long and thorough evolution of this relationship, a lot of angst over Jack's memory, and it really worked for a LOT of readers. The new love interest she created was a really great character.

For others...it did not work and they hated it.

The animosity between fans who loved this saga and those that did not grew pretty heated. This was like '05 so there was no twitter or tumblr, this was all on LJ and dedicated fandom forums (some of which banned discussion of this fic for this reason), but there was doxxing and namecalling and real vitriol.

I guess my point in all this is that when there's strong feelings, some fans will find a way to be horrible to each other.

I was in the Sherlock fandom, another fandom 98% dominated by one ship. There were other ships, but somehow they seemed to co-exist mostly peacefully barring some snide remarks and rude comments (I could be wrong about this, if you asked someone who shipped a non-Johnlock ship they might have a different answer). No, the insanity in the Sherlock fandom was not ship-war-related.

I was also in the Criminal Minds fandom, which has a whole bunch of disparate ships and no ship wars that I can recall.

Then there are other fandoms, like Avatar, with TERRIBLE ship wars that are still going on.

I don't think the situation in 9-1-1 is as unique or different from other fandom wanks as has sometimes been asserted. I think terrible fandom wars are sort of inevitable, whether they're ship related or not. But for what it's worth, here are some of my thoughts on what's going on here.

A loooooong time (5.5 seasons) with one very dominant non-canonical queer ship. No other ship really ever approached the level of saturation or devotion of Buddie.

A pervasive belief that this ship might possibly become canon. That's a feature a lot of other ships do not have.

A lack of intense devotion to any of the other love interests. BuckTaylor was never a challenger to Buddie. Neither was Eddie and Shannon, or anybody else. It's hard to fight when there's no worthy challenger.

But now? BuckTommy is not only canon, but it has a lot of fans. It's a threat. And it's not only a threat in a feelings kind of way (as in, people like a thing that is not the thing I like and it makes me upset) but there's a perception that it's an ACTUAL threat, as in if people like this ship and promote it, it could cause it to become a permanent relationship (the degree to which fan response actually affects how the show unfolds is...debatable).

I do not personally think this is the case, but some fans strongly believe that Buddie could still happen if it weren't for BuckTommy. So if you're still wanting Buddie and believe it will or could happen, the existence of an alternate love interest represents a direct obstacle to that happening. That's a heck of an incentive to hate that competing ship. I get it.

That...might be a somewhat unique situation. There's a fight now because there's a challenger who might actually stand a chance.

This goes along with what we saw in the immediate aftermath of 7x04. I read someone else say (apologies, I don't know who it was, feel free to @ me if it was you and I'll credit you) that the early post-7x04 enthusiasm and acceptance of Tommy reflected the belief that he was temporary. A lot of folks thought it was just a way for Buck to get with Eddie, like, very soon after that. But the more time went by, the clearer it became that this was not the plan or the intention. So the mood soured for those who were still pulling for Buddie.

Other fandoms I've been in with a hugely dominant ship...Sherlock and X-Files are the two that spring immediately to mind...there was never a challenger with any legs. X-Files fandom wank was between the ship and the...lack of ship, shall we say. But a concrete, tangible "opponent" makes a fight so much more visceral, doesn't it?

I do think there's been a fandom shift towards needing ships to be canon that I don't really get, but it's there. There's been a lot written about fandom culture in the last ten years, the breakdown of boundaries between fans and creators, the access to those creators, a sense of ownership/entitlement, purity culture, obsession with shipping "correctly" (which leads into wanting things to be canon for the validation)...these are all newish features. So pile that on top of 9-1-1 having a longtime single ship that's legitimately threatened for the first time in its existence by a competing canon ship and it's kind of a powderkeg.

No wonder it's caught on fire.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 27/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Thomas and Martha

Harvey fell asleep on the floor, naked and shaking as fever dreams took hold of him. Bruce draped a blanket over him before sitting in the corner farthest from Harvey as tears streamed down his cheeks. He wiped his face and turned away. Bruce didn’t cry much anymore, but he could feel something eating at his insides. His skin was irritated from rug burn and there were all sorts of bruises that he couldn’t account for, but he wasn’t upset about that. 

He sat there for a moment before getting up and dressing to go out. He crept around Harvey and headed down the hall. His parents’ room was two doors down, and he knocked. There was no use in trying to clean up his face. The tears wouldn’t stop coming anyway. Martha answered the door, dressed to go out as well. She slipped out of the room and shut the door behind her. “Your dad got back late from the ballet. He’s exhausted. Do you want to come with—?” Martha finally glanced up at Bruce’s face, and he embraced her, exhaling shakily as he tried to stop crying. “Oh… Lovey? You kids aren’t getting back together… Are you?” 

“I don’t think we should… Last night was fun, but it wasn’t—. Something’s missing. I don’t have it in me anymore,” Bruce whispered. Martha rubbed his back. 

“That happens sometimes… Do you think you can’t be friends?” Martha questioned. 

She never asked much about Bruce and Harvey’s relationship. Bruce usually went to Thomas to talk about these sorts of things, but Thomas seemed perpetually upset about the shooting. Everything felt tense when he’d speak to Thomas as if they were on the verge of arguing about Bruce coming home. “We always take a hit… Like I can’t—. I just want things to be normal, Mom. I wish we never would’ve fallen—.”

“Hey. Don’t. Don’t ever say that. You and Harvey were the safest it could get for a first love. First loves are messy and tumultuous and so so painful when it’s over. Who better than your best friend? Your bond is much stronger than romance… And you’ll fall in love again once your heart heals… And who knows, maybe this is just a weird time that you need to work through right now,” Martha whispered. Bruce let go and took a breath. 

“Where are you going?” Bruce asked. Martha unzipped her purse and wiped Bruce’s face with a tissue. 

She stood up straight. “Well, lovey. If you must know, I’m going out for breakfast. Will you join me?” Martha questioned in reply. Bruce nodded. 

**

Thomas knocked on the door of Harvey’s room looking for Bruce. “Harvey? Are you in there?” Thomas asked. He heard a faint noise, and he moved to open the door, and his heart dropped when it opened. “Harvey, the door’s unlocked. I’m gonna need you to make a little noise, okay?” 

Harvey coughed, and Thomas entered the room to see Harvey lying on the floor with nothing but a blanket on. His face was pressed against the rug, and he struggled to sit up. “Hey, hey… Relax,” Thomas whispered, “Stay still. I’ll be right back with my medical bag.”

Harvey lay flat and breathed heavily as he tried to say something. Thomas left the room and came back less than a minute later. He pulled the blanket up over Harvey’s lower back. “Where’s Bruce?” Harvey mumbled. 

“I’m not sure. I thought he was here with you. What happened?” Thomas asked. 

“Woke up sick… He wasn’t here when I got up,” Harvey replied, “Thomas, maybe you should come back later because I’m—.”

“I know you are… But I’m here as a doctor, and you’re sick. Bruce is probably with Martha. They’ve been spending a lot of time together lately,” Thomas interrupted. Harvey turned over, holding the blanket in place as he fell into another coughing fit. Thomas placed a steadying hand on Harvey’s back. “I’m gonna take a closer listen… It’s gonna be a little cold.” Harvey nodded as he felt the cold metal of Thomas’ stethoscope touch his bare back. He flinched, but he couldn’t stop coughing. 

Thomas listened in different spots, and he made a soft noise as he set his stethoscope inside his bag and took Harvey’s temperature in his ear. “I remember the first time you got sick when you were with us. You probably don’t… Do you?” 

Harvey shook his head. “I’m sorry… I don’t remember much about when I first came to live with you guys,” Harvey confessed. 

“You were twelve. I remember because you had that little bowl cut,” Thomas stopped to laugh. “It was perfect, though. It was.” Harvey smiled and shook his head. “But that’s not—. You were downstairs when I found you. I just got in from a shift at the hospital, and you were carrying your blankets and crying and apologizing. I remember you kept saying you didn’t know what to do, and you and I were very separate at the time. We kept our distance from one another, but I remember—. I set up some blankets on the couch, and you told me that you missed your mom. I can’t explain how hard that hit me, Harvey.”

“I don’t—. I wouldn’t remember… I don’t talk about her,” Harvey answered. Thomas looked at the temperature on the thermometer before asking Harvey to open his mouth. 

“You were really out of it, but I couldn’t get you to go to bed until I followed you to your room. You took a New Jersey driver’s license out of your little superhero wallet. The look on your little face broke my heart. You pointed to the woman on the ID card and said, ‘This came in the mail after it happened.’ You never told me what happened, but you let me carry you downstairs, and you were asleep before I set you down on the couch.” 

“Well—. I—. I don’t want to talk about that,” Harvey whispered. Thomas nodded. Harvey turned to lay on his back on the floor, and Thomas grabbed Harvey’s clothes from his suitcase. “What’s going on?”

“Might be bacterial pneumonia. They’re gonna want a mucus sample and some blood taken. Your fever’s high and that cough is a little too wet for my liking,” Thomas whispered, “And don’t worry, I can step out while you get dressed.” 

** 

Martha held Bruce’s hand on the street. “Have you decided what you are going to do?” Martha asked. 

“I don’t think we should sleep together if we’re not together,” Bruce answered, “And I want to be his friend again. Just that.” 

“Bruce, I think something will work out if you talk to him about it... But, I want to ask a favor,” Martha replied. 

“What is it, Mom?” Bruce asked. 

“I want you to spend some time with your father. He’s afraid to ask you,” Martha explained, “Maybe you should go to the opera with him. You used to love going to the opera with Dad.” 

“I hate opera. I just liked seeing Dad happy… But I’ll go because I miss spending time with him,” Bruce replied, “Look. There’s Alfred.” 

Martha’s smile dropped. She knew Alfred well enough to know something was wrong. He was always with one of them. Either Thomas or herself. She dropped Bruce’s hand and ran toward Alfred. Bruce watched as Alfred explained something to Martha, and she nodded. She glanced at Bruce and said something else, but Bruce couldn’t see her face. He did, however, see Alfred’s face as he said Thomas’ name and hospital in the same sentence. Bruce turned and ran toward the nearest hospital without waiting to hear anything else.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 18: "My body is one big ache"

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Seungkwan (flu)

Caregiver(s): The8

Word Count: 1,416

Notes: Semi-based on my friend saying the "I shouldn't have dropped it low so many times" line, but about back issues rather than illness. It's just too good NOT to use!

When Minghao stumbled to the bathroom at two in the morning for a glass of water, he was genuinely shocked to find the light already on, door halfway open, and Seungkwan crumpled in a heap on the floor. Naturally, Minghao’s sleepiness disappeared in a flash, and he basically fell to the floor and slid on his knees over to the younger man, grasping him by the shoulders. Seungkwan startled awake, helpless, confused, glassy eyes blinking up at Minghao.

“Kwannie, what the fuck?!” the dancer whispered, looking the vocalist up and down. “What’s wrong?!”

Seungkwan’s lower lip jutted out and his eyes filled with tears. “Hao, I don’t feel good.” 

Minghao’s panic slowly eased out of his body as he ran his hands up and down Seungkwan’s arms. “I know, bud. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in bed?”

“When I woke up, I felt kinda nauseous, so I figured it was safer to be here than there.” 

Minghao frowned, taking a knee to slide a hand against Seungkwan’s burning forehead. “How are you feeling now?”

“My body is one big ache.” The vocalist groaned. “Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped it low so many times last night.” He hid his face in his hands, squeezing at the space between his eyebrows in disappointment. 

Minghao smirked. “Or maybe you shouldn’t have performed on stage with the flu.” Seungkwan whined, the noise somehow both raspy and congested, and the dancer’s heart melted for his friend. “You still feel nauseous?”

Seungkwan shook his head. “That stopped literally as soon as I walked in here. I think I just…” His hand circled around his head. “Dizzy from the medicine wearing off. Do I feel warm to you?” He leaned forward slightly, and Minghao obligingly felt his skin again. 

“You’re burning up, kid.” Seungkwan fell back against the wall, eyes closing. “How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know! There’s no clock in here!” Minghao had to stop himself from laughing at how pitiful Seungkwan’s voice was. “And now I’m too tired to walk back to my bed.”

“Well, I can help with that.” Minghao pushed himself to his feet, hands finding his hips.“You wanna shower first? You’re really sweaty.”

Seungkwan pouted. “Mean.”

“Not mean. Accurate.”

“Not kind.”

Minghao rolled his eyes. “Do you want to shower or just change clothes?”

“Change clothes, please.”

“Okay. Can you chill here for a sec?” Seungkwan nodded, and Minghao raced off into the hall. He made a stop in his own room, grabbing his electric blanket before heading to Seungkwan’s room. Minghao set about his work quickly: plug in the electric blanket and position it on the bed, pick out the coziest pair of pajamas he could find, pull the bag in the trash can closed and move the empty can closer to the bed just in case the nausea was real…

In no time, he was back in the bathroom. Seungkwan was still leaning heavily against the wall, heavy eyelids drooping closed. He looked up when Minghao entered. 

“You good?”

“Stupid question.” 

Minghao nodded. “Fair enough.” He held out his hands. “Let’s get you to bed.” Seungkwan simply stared back and forth from Minghao’s hands to his eyes. “Kwannie, I love you, but I’m too tired to carry you. It’s this or I drag your ass down the hall.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “Don’t want to get you sick…”

Minghao rolled his eyes skyward, then reached forward and physically pulled Seungkwan to his feet. The younger man whined, slumping against Minghao’s shoulder. “I’m here, aren’t I? If I cared about getting sick, I would’ve woken someone else to deal with you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t mean it like that, love.” Minghao’s voice softened immediately as he began to walk Seungkwan back to his room. He knew from experience how much Seungkwan hated being a burden, how he bottled up all of his feelings just so it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. How much he hated having to be ‘dealt with’ in anyway. Usually, such an expression would’ve been taken as the joke it was, but clearly this wasn’t a usual circumstance. “I was trying to be funny. This isn’t an inconvenience at all. I’m happy to be here, and I really don’t give a shit about your germs. I just care about you.”

Seungkwan’s head fell against his shoulder. “I love you, Hao.”

“Love you too.” 

When they arrived in Seungkwan’s room, the vocalist stepped away from Minghao’s embrace, stumbling to the bed as he was coughed harshly into his sleeve. Minghao winced, his eyes darting to the bedside table. He reached for the water bottle there, shaking it to assess the water left. It felt empty. “I’ll be right back.” 

He didn’t wait for a response, running back to the bathroom to refill Seungkwan’s water bottle. While there, he searched the cabinet for their cold and flu medicine. Medical terminology always took him an extra moment to make sense of, but he was used to the color of the bottle, and, upon reading the label, he quickly found the words he was looking for: ‘don’t take on an empty stomach.

Minghao returned to Seungkwan’s room just long enough to place both bottles (water and medicine) on the nightstand, pointing at his patient. “Hang on…” He darted away again, this time to the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets there for something quick and easy to eat. He found a box of crackers, and grabbed the open sleeve, presenting them to Seungkwan upon his return. 

“What?” the vocalist asked, clearly confused. 

“You can’t take medicine on an empty stomach, and you mentioned how your previous meds had worn off, so…” Minghao shook the crackers once. “Eat up.” Seungkwan nodded, accepting the crackers. Minghao nodded back, hands on his hips again, surveying the room. His back straightened with a new thought. “Okay, one more time, and then I’ll be back.” He raced back to the bathroom, pulling their thermometer gun from the drawer. 

“How many do I need to eat?” Seungkwan asked immediately when Minghao walked back through his door. 

The dancer shrugged. “I don’t know? Eight? Ten? Maybe nine?” 

“Okay.” Seungkwan frowned down at the cracker in his hand before taking a cautious bite out of it. 

It took every strand of will power Minghao had not to laugh. “How many have you had?”

Seungkwan shrugged. “Six?”

“That’ll be fine.” 

“Are you sure?”

Minghao nodded. “We just need something in your stomach.” Seungkwan sighed gratefully, carefully placing the remaining sleeve of crackers on the nightstand. Minghao moved to point the thermometer at his forehead. He nodded at the numbers. “Not terrible. But still not great.”

“That’s what the medicine is for.”

“Right.” Minghao measured out a dose of the liquid, passing it to Seungkwan and waiting avidly with his water bottle. As soon as the medicine was down, Seungkwan rolled over into his bed, inching like a worm to get into a comfy position. Minghao waited until he was satisfied before pulling the blankets over him.

Seungkwan sat up almost immediately, hands fumbling in the material on top of him Minghao tensed. “Is this your blanket?” Seungkwan looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“Yeah. You said you were really achy, and the electric blanket it my favorite remedy for sore muscles.” Minghao shrugged, some of the tension leaving his body. “I can also go grab my heating pad if there’s something else you want to…”

“Thank you.” The pure gratitude in Seungkwan’s voice, the genuine relief, melted Minghao’s heart on the spot.

The dancer carded his fingers through Seungkwan’s hair. “Of course, angel. Now lay back down.” Seungkwan did as told. “Rest. That’s what your body needs.” After one final reassuring smile, he turned to go.

“Hey Hao?”

Minghao turned back. “Yeah?”

“Can you… can you stay here? Until I fall asleep?”

Minghao smiled, returning to the bed, and sitting down on the edge. “Of course.” Seugnkwan returned his smile before he curled up on his side, body facing Minghao. One hand popped out of the blanket, and the dancer took it instantly. They sat like that, comfortably silent, for an indeterminate amount of time (Minghao hadn’t brought his phone and Seungkwan’s room, much like the bathroom, didn’t have a clock.) But that didn’t stop Minghao from disappearing into his own thoughts as he hummed a soft melody for his friend. 

He genuinely thought Seungkwan was asleep when he whispered, “Hey Hao?”

“Yes, hun?”

“I love you.”

The softest smile. “I love you more.”

[blackbrd]

hiya! Would you be willing to write something with jj x female reader with something cnc/dubcon related (preferably with dom jj) but with a happy ending

suck them

one shot | criminal minds m!list | m!list

Fandom: criminal minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: smut !

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, fingering, pussy eating

The BAU were walking back to the hotel they were staying at after a case and you offered to walk Jj back to her hotel room. She made some joke about you being her knight in shining armour as she passed Derek.

“Hey, babe. We should go out sometime.” You looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“We go out all the time.” Jj smiled a little too sweetly for your liking.

“Come on, you really don’t know what I mean?” Jj’s hand trailed your torso, down to your thigh. She squeezed you through your black pants, her nails slightly biting into your skin underneath.

You blushed at the attention, the light sting of Jj’s nails making you gasp.

You let out a light laugh, waving off the small comment.

“Oh, I’m not joking,” Jj took the five steps to put herself directly in your path.

“I’m horny with all this pent up energy. Don’t you feel it, too?” She nipped at the space between your lips. You did feel it, but it wasn’t as intense for you. It was a slow building warmth, but it also sent a shiver down your spine, the way Jj was looking at you.

Why did you feel like prey? Why was your heart hammering out a thrilled, but anxious rhythm for this Agent you weren’t even sure about three weeks ago? Jj slowly moved her hands to rid you of your jacket. As the garment hit the floor, Jj took the opportunity to openly check out your figure.

“Wow baby, you’re hot. Like, really hot.” You backed away as Jj attempted to invade your space. You found yourself backing into the doorway of Jj’s hotel bedroom. You couldn’t stop your track. Not with Jj giving you no time or space to think as she kept backing up until…

The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell on your back. Jj smiled wickedly down at you.

“I think you wanted me to catch you,” Jj sprung on you, caging you on top of the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you.” You swallowed. You didn’t know why you were reacting like this.

“I’m not into girls…” You spoke the thought aloud.

“Are you sure? You ever been with a girl, honey?” Your hair went flying as you shook your head vigorously no.

“Then how do you know you don’t like them?” Your breath caught in a silent gasp. Jj stuck her tongue out, starting at your wrist, licking a straight line all the way up your body, pausing to taste your collar bone, tracing the vein in your neck, until she finally zeroed in on a spot just under your right ear.

You mewled, confused by the actions of your body. Jj nibbled for just a minute before pulling back, her bright blue eyes capturing yours in a trance.

“What do you say, baby? Wanna get down and dirty with me?” The noise you made in response could only be described as mangled.

You stare at each other for no more than ten seconds when you collided in a desperate kiss. The pull between you couldn’t be ignored any longer. You didn’t know which of you leaned in first. All you knew is that yes, you did want Jj to fuck you. You weren’t sure exactly how it would work or if you’d like it, but your body and mind didn’t care in the moment.

Jj’s tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating yours. It felt good to give up control to the blonde.

Ever since you became an agent, all you had were responsibilities. You were expected to take charge in every situation, and here was Jj, willing to take it all from you.

You relaxed, sinking into the mattress as Jj kept up her assault with her tongue. Once you were pliant, Jj peeled your pants off and tore your panties until she could enter one finger inside you.

Your hips bucked causing Jj’s digit to sink in a few centimeters. It wasn’t enough. You didn’t want to be teased. The need to be touched was growing.

Jj dropped to her knees on the ground in front of the bed. She grabbed on to your thighs, sliding one hand to the curve of your ass.

Jj gave you the sluttiest, most mischievous look she could and then, not so gently, began to ram her tongue into your pussy. Once you were soaked and properly begging, Jj moved her mouth to your clit.

She licked short, fast strokes until your clit was stiff, standing out against your lips, before sucking it into her mouth and pounding your pussy with two fingers, hooking one of them to find that sweet spot. The second Jj put pressure on your g-spot, you came hard. You rocked your hips until you came down and Jj casually removed her fingers.

She offered the fingers to you, placing them to barely graze your bottom lip. You automatically opened your mouth in post orgasm shock.

Jj slid her fingers down to the last knuckle and commanded, “suck them.”

In a trance, you complied, mentally noting that your taste, while not exactly pleasant, wasn’t that bad either.

[srim01997]

The Red Princess & The Green Knight | Gwayne H. x OFC

Paring: Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Slight Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Eventual Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC)

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO) Warning: Slight Angst, Child Neclet, Viserys I Targaryen and Alicent Hightower are bad parents

Writer’s note: Apologies for my English, as it is my second language. As I translate work from Thai to English, updates may be gradual. I'm Team Black but this knight stole my heart. ;)

The Red Princess & The Green Knight Masterlist| Chapter 2

Chapter 1 The Young Knight & The Little Princess

Rumors say that a servant girl saw Sir Gwayne Hightower go in and out of the room of his eldest niece, Princess Alyssan Targaryen. Princess Alyssan is the eldest daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower. She has a twin brother, Prince Aegon, and is the older sister of Princess Helaena, Prince Aemond, and Prince Daeron.

Some people believe that Princess Alyssan would never betray her Targaryen husband, Prince Aemond. Others think she might be having an affair with her uncle to mock Alyssan’s husband, who often disappears from Madame Sylvie’s brothel. There are also claims that he is involved with Alys River, the witch of Harrenhal, who says she is pregnant with his child.

Additionally, some believe that Princess Alyssan is cursed by another Targaryen with a different hair color. They say this curse means she will have a worse fate than her siblings or other family members. However, only the three people involved truly know what is happening.

But what is really happened to Princess Alyssan Targaryen?

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Alyssan Targaryen was born on the same day as Prince Aegon Targaryen, but she was born first and had a different hair color than the other Targaryens—she had a Hightower’s hair color, so it was not surprising that her father, Viserys, was more interested in her twin brother, who had the characteristics of a true Targaryen, than hers. The red-haired little girl was still crying while his mother and wet nurse were busy taking care of Agon.

"Alyssan, right?" The reddish-haired young man who was carrying her and swaying back and forth with his thick fingertips poking her small nose back and forth. "This is your uncle, Uncle Gwayne."

The little purple-eyed babe looked at the person holding her with twinkling eyes, her little hand clenched his fingertips tightly before laughing. Gwayne smiled broadly when he saw the little boy in his arms. The Green Knight smiled before kissing the baby's small forehead in his arms.

"You're like my sister when she was a babe, Alyssan." The young Hightower said before seeing Otto enter the room. The father shook his head before he could speak.

"Why would you bother the princess?"

As the older Hightower picked up the child, she cried again, leaving the other person confused about why she was still upset. Gwayne shook his head at the indifference of those around him. He cared more about the little prince than the little princess, who was also the queen's child. Why not care for both equally?

“Let me hold her,” said the red-brown man as he took the baby in his arms. Alyssan quickly calmed down and fell asleep in her uncle's embrace. Otto noticed his eldest son looking at his granddaughter but did not say anything, thinking his son was just following the old ways.

Two years later

Viserys celebrated his twins' birthday by organizing a royal hunting party for the elusive white stag. However, to Gwayne, it seemed like all the nobles’ attention was focused solely on Aegon rather than the young Alyssan, who was being carried by one of the children’s wet nurse. Meanwhile, the Green Queen was visibly pregnant with her third child with Viserys, leading the green queen’s older brother to wonder just how many children the Dragon King would be content to have.

He watched as Princess Rhaenyra stormed out of the royal pavilion after a heated argument with the king over her marriage. A member of the Kings guard trailed her, riding close behind. Gwayne’s gaze then fell upon his father, deep in conversation with Viserys, attempting to arrange a marriage between the young princess and two-year-old Aegon.

Gwayne couldn't help but think his father had lost his mind…

Thankfully, the king didn't agree, sparing the kingdom the absurdity of a toddler wedding to Princess Rhaenyra. The knight's attention returned to his little niece. Alyssan’s hair, now revealing the characteristic Hightower hues, was yet tinged with Valyrian blood, evident in her lilac-colored eyes.

With a calm, measured step, Ser Gwayne approached the child, finding her seated alone, playing with a small wooden dragon, while the caretakers seemed occupied with the young prince.

He strode up to them, his voice cold and even. "I truly wonder," he began, "What will you say if Princess Alyssan goes missing because you are too busy caring for Prince Aegon and forget that there is another royal child?”

Handing the little princess back to the wet nurse, Ser Gwayne gave them a lingering, watchful glance. He then moved aside, yet stayed close enough to ensure his niece remained safely in their care, his green eyes keen and vigilant.

As exhaustion settled over the camp after an unfruitful day searching for the white stag in honor of Alyssan and Aegon’s second birthday, everyone retired for the night, planning to resume the hunt the next day. The young Hightower made a quick check on the little ones sleeping soundly in their cradles before returning to his family’s tent on the other side of the grounds, readying himself for tomorrow’s pursuit alongside the king — though he had a feeling they'd return with a brown deer instead of the fabled white.

Just then, the heir to the Iron Throne, Princess Rhaenyra, appeared, accompanied by Ser Criston Cole, dragging the carcass of a wild boar behind them. The princess herself was smeared in blood, a vivid, fierce sight that seemed to trouble no one much, especially with everyone already set to journey back to King’s Landing in the morning. Gwayne himself was relieved; he hardly wanted his niece to spend too many days outside the safety of the Red Keep. Just two days in the wilderness had been tiring enough.

One evening, Otto summoned Gwayne for a private discussion, bringing up his intention to place young Alyssan under the care of Hobert Hightower, Otto’s elder brother, in Oldtown. There, she would be taught the essentials of a princess’s education — all the manners, knowledge, and poise Otto had in mind for her future. Gwayne understood; his father had certain plans for the little princess. Early at dawn, they departed, with Ser Gwayne and a guard of Hightower soldiers flanking the carriage that held the young Alyssan and her nursemaid.

Like any young child, Alyssan was blissfully unaware of the true purpose of the journey until they reached Oldtown. It was only then, in the quiet of the night, that she began to grasp the distance between herself and her parents. The comforting voice that soothed her in the dark wasn’t that of her mother, Alicent, but rather her nursemaid. Still, a few familiar faces stopped by to see her on occasion, cousins she barely knew, offering her some solace. Yet it was the Hand’s eldest son who would come by when his duties allowed, becoming a steady presence in her new life away from the Red Keep.

Many Years Later

Alyssan adapted quickly to life within the walls of Oldtown. Lord Hobert ensured she was educated by the finest maesters, who taught her to read and write, imparted the history of Oldtown and Westeros, and instructed her in High Valyrian, philosophy, and the proper etiquette of a noble lady. Otto wanted to ensure his niece was prepared for whatever the future held.

Yet those close to her knew that the young Targaryen princess was no innocent as she might appear to outsiders. Beneath the surface, she was sharp, often unpredictable, and possessed an innate understanding of who was worth befriending and who was best kept at a distance — a trait unusual in a child but one that served her well. On more than one occasion, she’d even come to blows with boys larger than herself, always managing to escape trouble unscathed, thanks to her cunning and the leniency of Lord Hobert and Ser Gwayne. Even so, the steward, Lynesse, occasionally found herself exasperated by Alyssan’s antics.

“Grandfather Hobert,” thirteen-year-old Alyssan asked one day, “I’d like to visit King’s Landing. The septa mentioned I have a new sibling. Is it a little brother or sister?”

Hobert simply smiled, reaching out to tousle her dust-streaked hair. “A baby brother. Queen Alicent named him Daeron,” he replied gently. “But first, you should go wash up, young lady, before your wet nurse gives you a scolding.”

After washing up, Alyssan was dressed in a green gown embroidered with golden thread. She sat quietly at the dining table, only to spot a familiar tall figure leaning against her chair. Without a second thought, she leaped up, throwing her small arms around his waist.

“Uncle Gwayne!”

“You’re becoming a young lady now. It’s not proper to embrace a man, even if he’s your relative,” Gwayne teased with a smile. “But tell me, why the gloomy face, little princess?”

“I’m not a little girl anymore!” Alyssan scowled at the term. “I’m just… hurt that my mother hasn’t written to me or asked me back to King’s Landing. I’m their daughter too, after all. But it’s fine… I’ve always been on my own, Uncle.”

Gwayne understood her feelings. He, too, had felt overlooked when his sister Alicent was born, convinced that she was their father’s favored child. Not wanting his niece to feel the same pain, he gently patted her head.

“I’m sure your parents think of you,” He said, searching for the right words to soothe her. “It’s just… King’s Landing can be a chaotic place, and they might not have had the time to send a letter.”

“Even my siblings?” Alyssan’s lilac eyes looked up at him, wide with longing. “I’ve heard I have a little brother and sister now. I’d like to meet them too! My dragon’s big enough to carry both of us, you know.”

“That won’t be necessary, my dear niece,” Gwayne chuckled. “I doubt it would take a liking to me.”

“Then I’ll make sure it does one day!” she replied with a mischievous smile, returning to her seat as the other Hightower family members began to arrive for dinner. Hobert regarded his niece with a steady gaze and announced, “Princess, a message from King’s Landing has arrived. You’re invited to attend Lady Laena Velaryon’s funeral at Driftmark — and to meet your betrothed.”

The mention of a betrothed caught her ear, and her gaze sharpened.

“Betrothed? To whom?” she asked.

“One of Lord Tyrell’s sons,” Hobert replied calmly.

The clatter of a knife dropping onto a plate drew all eyes toward the red-haired knight, who looked visibly taken aback. Gwayne knew Targaryens often arranged marriages within their own family but hadn’t anticipated that Alyssan, at only thirteen, would be matched so soon. While Alyssan’s expression remained calm, her next words took him by surprise.

“If it’s my duty to the realm,” she said quietly, “then I’ll do it.”

TBC.

[companionjones]

Road Trips (Back and Forth)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Walking Dead (AMC)

Summary: After four long months, Daryl is finally back in your life.

Warnings: Smut with some plot at the end, Cursing

This is an AU story.

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    You woke to the sound of water running. Most people would assume they had an intruder, but you knew it could only be one person. Jumping out of bed, you rushed into your bathroom and shower fully clothed.

    “Daryl--!” you cut yourself off by crashing your lips upon his. It had been four months since you’d last seen him.

    Dixon was lucky enough to practically catch you in his arms before the both of you could go toppling over.

    You had a second to breathe in his scent before Daryl pulled you from him. “I was trying to wash myself of all this dirt and grime before I said ‘hello’ to you,” he stated.

    Shaking your head, you testified, “You should always say hello to me first.” You tugged him downward so you could connect your lips again.

    Daryl let the kiss go on. “God, I missed the taste of ya’.” He moved you so you were pressed against the shower wall. He was squeezing your breasts over your shirt before removing the piece of clothing from the equation entirely, and throwing it over the top of the shower.

    You cried out as Daryl roughly pinched your nipples, but Daryl just swallowed the sound. He roughly pulled down the shorts you’d been wearing, and you stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor. Daryl threw them in the same direction as your shirt.

    “Oh God, Daryl, please!” you begged breathlessly as you parted from his lips.

    Daryl Dixon was never one to waste time. “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby.”

    You gasped as Daryl picked you up and you circled your legs around him, and you shouted his name as Daryl swiftly entered you.

    “That’s it, babygirl. You always take-me-so-well!” Daryl stated as he started thrusting in and out of you.

    “D-a-r-y-l-!” you sounded out Dixon’s name in harmony with the sound of skin slapping throughout your bathroom. You were holding onto him for dear life.

    “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so good for me. That’s my good-little-girl!”

    “Fuck yes! D-daddy, please! Oh, oh God, you feel so good!”

    “Feel good too, princess. Hold on just a little longer. A little longer for Daddy.”

    Your fingers were making marks on his back. “Oh, please, please, please! D-Daryl!” You screamed when you felt his warm semen release inside of you. You felt your eyes almost pop out of your head as your mouth hung open and you came with him.

    As you calmed down, you felt Daryl petting the back of your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “That’s my girl...Did such a good job...Made me cum so hard I nearly fell over.”

    You giggled at that last one.

    “There’s my girl.” He kissed your cheek. “Think we can finish up in here?”

    You chuckled, “That’s if I can stand, Dixon.”

    He smiled at that.

    Yes, you were able to stand (barely), and in no time at all, you had helped Daryl finish his shower, and the two of you were wrapped up in each other’s arms in your bed.

    “How is everyone?” you wondered.

    Daryl went on to tell you that his motorcycle shop he owned a few states away with his best friend Rick Grimes was profiting well. Rick’s wife Michonne had just opened a self-defence dojo for women, and that was going great. Michonne and Rick’s kids: Carl, Judith and RJ were growing into very good people as well. Daryl’s other married friends, Maggie and Glenn, owned a private practice that, Daryl reported, had “just donated an ass-load” of money to charity; and their child, Hershel, had just developed his first crush.

    You had met all of those people the couple of times Daryl had brought you on a road trip to his home, and you all got along famously. You cared very much what was happening in their lives, as you knew they did your life as well.

    Speaking of your life, you were finishing up your college degree. That was cute because you were just starting college when you and Daryl had met while he had been on one of his many road trips. That was cute because since then, none of Daryl’s road trips didn’t involve you.

    “You know,” you began once Daryl was done relaying his friends’ current adventures, “I’m almost done school...I was thinking...once I’m done...I could come back with you?”

    Daryl nodded. “Another trip? Of course. Just tell me when.”

    You shook your head. “Not another trip like the other ones. I’m talking...more permanent...?”

    “You want to come live with me? He said it like he was still unsure if that was what you meant.

    “I do,” you whispered. “I figured it makes sense ‘cuz all your friends are there--” You were cut off when Daryl pulled you into a loving kiss.

    “I love you so much!” he exclaimed, “Of course you should move in with me! I mean, I keep the place pretty crummy, but that was before I knew you were coming. I’ll hire some lady to clean it...what’re you laughin’ at?” Daryl asked with a smile on his face.

    “You. I’m laughing at you,” you happily admitted before rolling on top of him and continuing the kiss.

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[crazycurly-77]

Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 5

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: It's getting very hot, but non-explicit

With every meter you got closer to the nightclub, you became more nervous. Sure, you had Gibbs' cell phone number saved in your phone, but he would need a moment to get to you in an emergency.

But you couldn't let that deter you, because now it was all about getting to know the girls, rehearsing and then tonight... the club would be open and you would dance in front of an audience.

With this thought you started to shake a little again, because performances always got on your nerves, which is why you had stopped doing them after a few years in a small hobby dance group. You groaned and did a facepalm... what have you gotten yourself into?

But there was no turning back. You had to go through it now - no matter what. Inwardly, you braced yourself for this. You'll survive the few times you'll be on stage.

You also got to dance for a special guest tonight: Jethro.

And this thought brought a smile to your face.

Did he like your dance and the costume? You would love to know what he thought of you, but he didn't let anything show.

When you arrived at the nightclub, you parked your car. You paused for a moment and took a deep breath. Then you got out and entered the club.

Meanwhile, Gibbs was sitting in the office with his team and looked through all the clues again.

His gut feeling told him clearly and distinctly that it could only have been one of the dancers, but he had to admit that it said something completely different too...

...namely that you were in danger and he had to do everything he could to protect you.

It was true that he couldn't stop thinking about you for another reason, but that didn't help him here and now. Quite the opposite.

Frustrated, he ran his hand over his face, stood up and got himself a fresh coffee to collect himself.

After entering the club, you went to the office to report to Mr. Albert, who immediately led you to the dancers' dressing room.

Those who were performing today were already there and were changing for training.

They looked up in surprise and looked you up and down.

"Girls, this is Y/N. She will be dancing here from now on," you were briefly introduced and then he disappeared.

A young, petite blonde woman in her mid-20s came towards you with a friendly, warm smile. She hugged you gently: "Hi. I'm Grace. Welcome to us."

She hugged you briefly. Then a red-haired, somewhat stocky woman in her early 30s stood in front of you and held out her hand: "Welcome. I'm Chantal," she greeted you in a friendly manner. The two of them seemed so nice and honest that they definitely weren't murderers. THEM?! You couldn't imagine that.

But your train of thought was interrupted by an unexpected biting comment: "Don't think you have a say here. You're no better than us."

That was clearly a declaration of war. You had found a suspect and had mentally made notes. But you still didn't know the other girls and wouldn't meet them until the next afternoon.

Grace and Chantal looked at you worried and apologetic: "That's Amber. Don't worry about her, she's always like that. Just ignore her."

"Okay, if you think so..." came your doubtful answer.

"Sure. We've been working with her for years. Just stay out of her way," was Chantal's advice.

Interesting...somehow you had to get access to Amber, but maybe your two new colleagues could help you.

But first you had to change so you could rehearse.

So you sat down at one of the dressing tables and unpacked your costume.

"Wow, that's beautiful!!! Is it an original?" Grace came running to you full of enthusiasm, closely followed by the amazed Chantal.

You had to laugh briefly, because you already knew these reactions from others who had seen the costume: "Yes, it's an original from Brazil. But I need help putting it on, because it's pretty heavy," you explained to them.

"Of course we'll help you!" they both shouted and all three of you fell into each other's arms, laughing, as if you had known each other forever. Grace and Chantal were so warm that your nervousness finally subsided.

But not everyone liked your togetherness, because Amber just looked at you three venomously and left the room towards the stage.

Shortly afterwards, you followed her and everyone diligently practiced their dances on the podium. As if you had known each other forever, Chantal, Grace and you moved in sync to the music at a certain point. Not only was that a lot of fun, but it also looked great!

When the music ended, there was loud clapping and Mr. Albert appeared: “That was perfect! We're putting that in the show!” He sounded very impressed with your performance. His words, however, made you sit up and take notice, because there was clearly a lustful and sleazy undertone in his voice... you had to be very careful.

The remaining rehearsals were uneventful and you all were sure that the guests would be more than thrilled when they saw you dance.

But at that thought, your good mood suddenly disappeared and the nervousness came back with a vengeance. You started to shake, sweat and your heart began to race at the thought that Gibbs and DiNozzo would be among the guests.

They had already seen you dance and you had no problem with that, but what will they say after this evening? The atmosphere in a club was completely different to a gym. In addition to the costume, you also had makeup to match...will they even recognize you? “Of course they will, because they know my costume.” You scolded yourself in your mind.

Tony will certainly be more than thrilled and will then try to persuade you to go on a date with him. And Gibbs…certainly doesn't miss out on anything either, after all he has already been married several times.

But with him it wasn’t quite as easy as with Tony, because you will also give him a lap dance.

The two of you. Alone in the private room. You with the man you found more interesting than everyone else. Who you found irresistibly sexy and who you had been watching from afar for a long time...

…and in a few hours you will dance sexily for him. Only for him. You will sit on his lap, bury your hands in his hair and kiss him and whisper in his ear.

And his hands will gently touch and explore your body…

…your excitement grew and grew and your cheeks were bright red. Part of you wanted to scream and run away and the other part…

…screamed “yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSS!!!”

(To be continued in Chapter 6.)

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[maretinelli]

THE GENERAL

Sirius Black X reader!!Potter

Summary: In which Sirius arrives at the Potter's house injured after the fight with his mother and Y/n wants to take revenge. But can his girlfriend really beat Walburga?

Words: 2.3K+

Warnings: swearing, revenge, mentions of burning, bruises, crying. If anyone remembers anything let me know!!! (character photos are fancarsts from the fandom!!!)

Author: I apologize for the mistakes I may make, English is not my first language. But I really became obsessed with this imagine I created and wanted to share it with the WORLD🌍🌎🌏!!!.

Part 2

MASTERLIST

The Potter twins were still awake in the big house. Since it was summer vacation before returning to Hogwarts, Y/n and James always stayed late when it was Friday or the weekend.

And even though it was summer, cold and heavy rain fell from the night sky.

James was sitting in front of the lit fireplace, just to provide a light. While Y/n was in the kitchen of the house looking for some goodies to share with his brother while they played boards.

Euphemia and Fleamont were already lying in bed, but they were probably each reading a book before they were really sleepy.

"At those who hunderstand that love deserves respect, and not your sordid meaning" Y/n hummed a song from his favorite Muggle band, while picking up the packets of snacks and sweets to take to his brother.

Y/n tried to walk quickly to the room, but ended up dropping some packages on the way.

"Hold here, I'll go get the rest that fell." She places the packets of candy in front of her brother and turns to go back to the hallway that led to the kitchen.

Y/n was still humming as she walked to the hallway, but was interrupted by the loud bang on the back door of the house. Specifically the one in the kitchen, which gave access to the backyard.

Y/n quickly gathers the packages on the floor and places them on the nearest table, before picking up her wand that was stuck in her hair and walking to the kitchen. With the wand always in front, to protect it.

Again, another big thump was heard by Y/n, making James ask what was there where he was.

"It wasn't me, stay there" she says, but James was already on his feet. A little afraid to follow her sister, but still going to the kitchen.

When the girl saw that the kitchen was free of any being, she saw a tall silhouette through the door. The person or whatever it was was huddled as the rain fell violently outside.

Without much thought, he grabs the door handle and opens it. So his eyes widen when he sees who it was.

"Love???" She says in a surprised tone, while Sirius tries to smile, but can't.

He was soaked from the falling rain, and if you looked closely, his eyes were wet too. He cried a lot until he got there.

"Come in, dear" Y/n gives Sirius space to enter. She puts her hand on his shoulder before closing the door, but he shudders.

Y/n frowns but doesn't question much.

"What is happening?" James asks from the hallway still.

Y/n helps Sirius sit on the bench near the table and his twin responds:

"It's Sirius"

James quickly enters the kitchen and looks at his sister, who just shrugs and looks at her boyfriend who had his head down and was sometimes sobbing.

The twins are worried and James sits in front of his best friend.

"Sirius, what happened?" James asks and Black just shrugs and cries.

Y/n approaches from behind and hugs her boyfriend's shoulders, while he cried.

"Honey, if you don't want to tell us that's okay. But we want you to get it out so we can help you" She places a soft kiss on his shoulder. Which was covered by his rain-soaked shirt. "And we know it was your family who did it!" She says a little more harshly and Sirius lifts his head and looks at his girlfriend.

With red eyes from crying.

"It was them, wasn't it?" Y/n asks and he nods in agreement.

Y/n closes his eyes and sighs deeply.

She knew what Sirius' family was like, she already consoled him a lot before they even dated. He even witnessed her a few times when she was at Grimmauld place, when she was going to visit Sirius.

There was even a time when she faced Walburga face to face. In fact, it was more than once. But Sirius only knew about that time when Y/n pointed his wand in his mother-in-law's face and spat horrible words at her.

But it doesn't seem to have helped much.

"Let's go to the room" Y/n informs.

When Sirius gets up from the bench, he lets out a groan of pain.

"Siri?"

"I-I'm fine" he says quietly, but Sn furrows his eyebrows. But it doesn't say anything.

James and Y/n exchange a look.

"Okay, I'll call mom and dad and get some clothes for you Sirius. I'll be right back!!" James says and holds his friend's shoulders, but Sirius again groans in pain.

As James walked up the stairs, Y/n stood behind an armchair while Sirius stood in front of the fireplace, wrapping his arms around himself in a hug. While he was a little shrunken.

Y/n knew that Walburga or Orion Black had bewitched his love. It wasn't normal for Sirius to groan in pain every time someone touched him.

"Sirius" she says and he turns around slowly. "You're hurt, come here" she comes out from behind the armchair and approaches Sirius, but he shrinks.

As if he was scared. Not afraid of Y/n, but afraid of everything that happened.

Y/n's heart broke when she saw him moving away from her, in fear.

"Siri, it's just me. Your Y/n" She says sweetly and his eyes fill with tears. "I won't do anything bad, you know me. I want to help you, you're hurt!!" She states.

When she looks away from her boyfriend's face, Y/n directs her gaze to his hands. They were very red, they looked like they had been burned.

The air catches in Potter's throat and a sob escapes her mouth as she sheds a tear from her eyes.

She didn't know she was holding on until she fell.

With that, the couple hears James, Euphemia and Fleamont quickly descending the stairs. When they arrive in the living room, they observe the taller boy near the fireplace and Y/n near the sofa, as he struggles not to cry loudly and make Sirius feel even more depressed.

"Sirius..." The Potter mother says, as she approaches Sirius, who now wasn't so scared. But still, he shrank.

"Father" Y/n says looking at his father and lets out tears of despair.

Fleamont looks worried at his daughter and then approaches her, wrapping her in a hug to muffle her cries of despair.

Sirius looks at her worriedly, as if he had done something that made Y/n's heart break. But it wasn't his fault, never was and never will be.

"James, help your mother with Sirius. I'll calm Y/n" He says quietly as he wraps his daughter in a side hug and takes her to the kitchen.

James just nods and approaches his best friend in the clothes he brought for him.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Fleamont places Y/n sitting exactly where Sirius was a few minutes before, while she cried in despair and the air barely reached the Potter girl's lungs.

"Father!!" She says it again, as if she wants it to stop and her Sirius will be okay. She wanted this to be a nightmare and that when she woke up Sirius was fine, without injuries or a heart that was broken by his own family.

"I know, my dear" he bends down in front of his daughter and runs his hands affectionately over Y/n's back. "It's difficult to see and witness this. I understand you"

Y/n releases the tears more violently now, as he struggles to say something that is burning his vocal cords. She was angry, she was angry at Walburga and whoever had done this to her precious Sirius.

She might as well leave the house now, in the middle of this rain and go to Grimmauld place and kill that cow that was said to be Sirius' mother.

"This makes me angry!!" She says with her jaw clenched. "I never understood their anger towards Sirius. I don't understand why they would do this to a person who only deserves love and affection. Sirius never did anything but be himself, and no--now he's here, all hurt and with "Afraid. Frail" Y/n sobs in the middle of the sentence, but the tone of anger still appears, as he looks down the hall and sees a glimpse of Sirius being helped by James and his mother.

Fleamont lets out a solitary tear.

Everyone there loved Sirius, he had spent several vacations and holidays at the Potter's house and when Y/n said she was dating him, it was back in the 4th year of Hogwarts. The joy seemed to be even greater when Sirius appeared at the house.

So yes, it was difficult to see him being mistreated in the most cruel way, since he was always a kind and sweet boy to everyone. Even with the family that hated him.

"I could..." Before Y/n can finish, they hear a scream coming from the room and Fleamont and Y/n's eyes widen and look into the hallway.

James comes running and appears in the kitchen.

"Sirius is really hurt, we need your help dad" James says in an almost desperate tone.

Fleamont looks at his daughter, who now had her hands on her face as she sobbed again with tears.

"Stay with your sister, I'll help your mother with Pads" Fleamont says by his nickname and runs into the living room, while James walked to his sister who was crying.

He sits next to the girl and runs his hands over the twin's back.

"I don't even know what to say," James says in a whisper.

"There's nothing to say, Jamie" Y/n says between sobs and removes his hand from his face. "This was beyond what we thought could happen" she gestures with her hands in anger. "I might as well go out in this damn rain and show up at Grimmauld place and hex that bitch." Y/n says angrily and stands up from the bench.

"Y/n, you--"

"I'm going, you don't do that to the love of my life." Y/n says as he picked up his shoes next to the door about to leave. If it weren't for James holding her from behind.

"No, no!!!" She scolds her. "I know how angry you are feeling, but you can't do this. As much as you want to" He holds on tighter as his sister struggles in his arms.

"JAMES RELEASE ME!!" She screams as her brother takes her away from the kitchen door. "I NEED TO KILL THAT BITCH!!" Y/n says angrier as he struggles against his brother and cries even harder.

Euphemia and Fleamont who were in the room helping Black stop what they were doing. While Sirius' body becomes a statue when he hears "I need to kill that bitch, you don't do that to the love of my life".

And in the kitchen, Y/n was still trying to get out of his brother's arms to go to Walburga and curse her until he lost his strength.

"Y/n, I need to see her..." Sirius says as he tries to get up, but Euphemia sits him down again, to heal his injuries.

"Honey, stay!! You need to take care of the burns" Euphemia says as Sirius cried, but now he was worried about Y/n. "Mont, go see what's going on with Sn and James. I'll take care of Sirius!!"

Fleamont gets up next to his wife and runs to the kitchen, to see James holding Y/n from behind while she cursed Walburga and struggled in her arms to leave the house.

"I swear to Melim that I will study the Avada spell just to kill that bitch!!" Y/n screams, now losing strength, but still wanting to get out of his brother's arms.

Y/n was a sweet and kind girl, but she had short patience. And when someone messed with the one she loved, the person was practically dead. She would follow centuries after centuries until she knew that person was in her state.

More deplorable and close to death. Euphemia and Fleamont always said that their daughter's second house was Slytherin, because it was a cold person when he wants to be and determined.

Which wasn't a defect for her.

"Y/n!!" James says, but nothing makes her calm down.

James sees his father arrive in the kitchen and start crying while trying to hold Y/n so she doesn't leave.

"Dad, now I swear to Melim that I'm about to let Y/n leave to go after that bitch!! Look what she's doing, Sirius is all hurt and now my sister is upset about all this" James cries and Fleamont approaches.

"I know, son," he says, before switching places with James and holding his daughter. "Y/n, listen to me!! Please stop!! You can't do anything right now, let's just stop this and take Sirius in. He needs you, now get yourself together and go see your boyfriend!!" He says quickly and Y/n stops squirming in his arm.

She wipes her tears and leaves her father's arms. Y/n looks at Fleamont and James before leaving the kitchen and going to where her boyfriend was.

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Hours passed and dawn had already fallen, Sirius' injuries were healed. Well, those more superficial ones, the deeper ones Euphemia would take care of throughout the week.

At the moment, Y/n was lying with Sirius in the room he was in. The brunette was sleeping with his back to Y/n, but still on her chest, as she caressed the taller man's scalp.

She was still awake. Y/n looked outside when the rain gradually subsided.

Potter looks at her Sirius and it looks like he has gone into a deep sleep. With that, she puts her boyfriend's head on the pillow and takes care to get out of bed and walk downstairs.

Arriving at the front door, Y/n grabs the black cloak she had, puts on her boots and grabs her wand before leaving the house.

Before going to the place where she decided to go, she takes one last look at the two-story house and puts the cape on her head as she walks to the destination that awaited her.

After walking for about 40 minutes, she arrives in front of a large multi-story house.

Stopping in front of the mansion, she could notice that the person she wanted to meet was already waiting for the girl.

Y/n removes the cap from his head and holds his wand pointing at the person, ready to bewitch them to death. Y/n's pupils were so dilated that anyone who knew her would be scared of the girl at that moment.

"I knew you would come, sweetheart!!" Walburga says with a menacing smile on her face as she slowly descends the stairs.

Author: Firstly, I apologize if there are mistakes. Second, I can be part two, do you want??

And for those who want to know the name of the song that Y/n was singing at the beginning, it is "The General" by Guns N' Roses. That's where the name of the imagine came from!!!

[jjpopeclub]

NOT SO STRAIGHT || JJPOPE BLURB

pairing : jj maybanks x pope heyward

fandom : outer banks

summary : when kook!jj meet the prettiest bartender!pope and they end up fucking in the toilet. not gays, but not so straight ?

warnings : smut. anal. slight dubcon. alcohol. boys kissing and fucking (yea, gay stories dumbass), mentions of smoking. cheating. and tell me if i forgot one...

enjoy ! likes and reblogged are appreciated ! <33

It was a summer night when kook!jj had the idea to go in a gay club. He went there alone because of shame. He wore baggy-style loose pants that fell on his hips, revealing the band of his white boxer shorts, with a white top. He wore a silver chain around the neck. He only hoped that there was no one he knew because he would never assume going to such a place, especially when he had a girlfriend. She was nice, it was not the problem but he was curious. The club was by the sea, the music was loud, the sound was heard all the way to the beach. He had entered without any trouble, and had already attracted the attention of several boys. Uneasy, he had approached the bar counter, sitting on the high stool.

He had looked up at the bartender. Maybe a little too long because he had caught his attention.

— “ You look lost, first time here ? Do you need help?”

— “Actually, i just want a Pina Colada.”

— “ This is your first time here.”

— “ Can you tell that much?”

— “This is not the place most frequented by kooks of your kind, let’s say.”

— “ Kooks like me? What do you mean?"

— “You don’t look like us. I mean , you don't look like the guy who loves boys. ”

— “I have a girlfriend.”

— “I have a boyfriend. Fine.”

JJ was not surprised by the information. The bartender was too handsome to be single. He had nodded, and the waiter had begun preparing his cocktail before sliding the glass over the counter.

— “ How much do I owe you?”

— “It’s on the house.”

— “Seriously? You have no reason to buy me a drink. I can pay. I have so much money that I could pay for everyone here.”

— “So kook of you, JJ.”

— “ You know my name?”

— “We were together in class. You obviously never spoke to me, you were too cool for that.”

— “You never spoke to me either."

— “We wouldn’t have been friends in every case. I was a serious person, studying all the time. While you were going out with your friends, skipping school, you had no reason to give attention to someone like me. Tell me what you’re doing here. You’re looking for someone, you want to have fun, you want sex?"

— “I don’t want anything.”

JJ had finished his drink and headed for the dance floor. Dancing was the only thing that kept him lucid. He was dancing, the neon lights moving on his body. The music was loud, screaming in his ears. He felt the perspiration on his body and on his muscles, the moistness of his hands, the drops of sweat on his forehead, but he also felt the looks on him, the attention towards him. The alcohol started to rise after a few minutes. It was hot, terribly hot. It felt out of control. He had closed his eyes, letting the heat rise. He had ordered the same cocktail several times at the bar as if it wasn’t enough. He needed more than that.

JJ had slipped a cigarette in his ear. He was going out to smoke for a short time, but first he had to go to the bathroom. He had gone to the door of the W.C., pushed some men to pass, and he had lowered his pants in front of the urinal. He began to feel the influence of alcohol, he began to feel drunk. He had pushed the door of a cabin before sitting on the toilet to catch his breath. He had a violent urge to throw up. His body made him understand that he could not store the amount of alcohol inside.

He had begun to vomit. Plenty of times. He must have been hard to see. He was miserable. He had lit a cigarette, started smoking when it was forbidden but he needed it. He was going to die if he didn’t let go a little more. He sat against the toilet wall, no matter how dirty the floor was.

— “You shouldn’t smoke here.”

—“ Aren’t you supposed to do your job and not babysit me ? I’m okay.”

— “I can see no.”

— "Damn it, man, I’m fine."

— "I’m just asking you not to smoke here."

— "Leave me alone."

JJ stood up. And pushed away the bartender named Pope. He remembered him. He was one of his classmates, a former nerd who had good fucking grades, who studied hard and would surely have a chance to succeed in life. JJ judged him before he pushed him.

— "I don’t want to hurt you, okay ? So bd nice.”

— "What? You’re gonna call the security dogs, can’t you handle this yourself?”

“Just put out your cigarette.”

The blond had pushed his cigarette against his lips before approaching Pope and blowing in his face. He was so close to him that the smoke seemed invisible, that he could almost touch his mouth. Pope had snatched the cigarette, throwing it in the toilet.

— “ What are you doing? What the hell is your fucking problem, man ? ”

— “ You know, I’m patient, but I can’t stand being disrespected.”

— “Fuck you.”

Pope had laid JJ against the wall, his hands behind his back.

"You may be a Kook on your field, but here you are nobody, JJ. And I think you’re going to have to remember that.”

— “What are you playing at?”

— “ Oh… seems like you have a strong kink for domination, JJ? Do you like it when a Pogue crushes you against the wall?”

— “Don’t say anything more, you might regret it."

— “Go ahead, Maybanks. Make me regret."

Pope slipped his fingers on JJ’s belly. There were bruises on his skin. He had stroked the smooth part of his abs, lifting his t-shirt. He knelt before turning the blond face towards him, sliding his own tongue on the stomach of JJ.

— “What are you doing?"

— "Do you want me to stop? Just say it. ”

Pope got up and put JJ’s chain in his mouth, before kissing him, mixing his tongue, silver chain and saliva, all in a kiss. JJ was ashamed, ashamed to be excited for so little but when Pope’s mouth had moved away from his, he had aggressively pushed his lips against his, violently pinning him against the opposite wall. The cabin door was still open but he didn’t care. He felt needy, he wanted more, he wanted this man. It was an emergency.

— “Are you asking for more? Use your words, boy. Tell me how much you want to be fucked, tell me how much the slut you are wants to be caught? Tell me and you will be pleased.”

— “Pope…”

— “No, I want words. Can’t my little blond give me some? Can he kiss me like crazy but can’t give me some words ? I’m sure you do.”

Pope had pulled JJ’s underpants, looking down at his bulge. He had teased the boy by catching his boner with his mouth, sniffing his smell. JJ had pushed his hands over the bartender’s hair, clutching them in his fist.

— "Do you sleep with boys every day?"

— “I don’t think it’s any of your business."

— “I don’t want to get a sexual disease.”

— “ But who said I was going to fuck you, JJ?”

— “What?”

— “You think because you’re a Kook you can have it all?”

— "I think you want me as much as you want. Don't lie to me. »

— “ Let’s see who comes first . You want some fun, I will give you. Deserve to ride that dick, cowboy. ”

Pope had taken out a condom from his back pocket. He had ripped the plastic out with his mouth and rolled the condom over his dick. He was clearly tough.

— "Lub?"

— "Oh no, it’s exclusively for nice boys."

— “Are you serious?”

— "It’s going to hurt a little at first. But you’re going to take it well. Lick my fingers.”

JJ had obeyed. He had opened his mouth before starting to suck, he had everything in one move, pushing the fingers quite far against his throat. Pope had been impressed and destabilized to see so much confidence and so little clumsiness from the blond. He had helped him put everything in his mouth, rubbing his fingers against his tongue until he felt drool invading JJ’s lips. He was so docile, licking his fingers with eyes so precious and innocent. The sounds of sucking became so loud, so intense.

Pope had added a finger, opening JJ’s mouth more widely, while watching the third disappear between his lips. He had praised him for going faster. When the blond almost threw up, he had pushed even deeper.

— “You can take that. You do that well, JJ. It Makes me feel good. You like it when I say your name while you do such dirty things? Your dick is so hard you could come in your underwear. Or, you may have already come.”

— “No….”

— “Yes.”

The bartender noticed the wet patches. He lowered JJ’s pants before turning it facing the wall, to put his fingers in the back hole. He came and went, slow enough for the boy to get used to it. He found the kook so attractive, especially when he moaned so weakly, standing against the wall, legs skaking.

JJ’s hole was tight, a little too tight. Pope had to stretch more than he expected. And that was what killed the boy trying not to fall. It hurt but he didn’t want to backtrack. He really wanted to be fucked. Maybe it was the heat, the alcohol, the whirlwind of his thoughts, the effect of this gay club, or the presence of Pope, he didn’t know. And in all that, he hadn’t seen his partner’s dick yet. Was it big ? When the bartender spit in his hole before adding another finger, he shook his hands.

— "Go easy on me. It hurts. I swear, I will kill you. "

— “If my boy wants something, he must ask for it nicely. Otherwise I risk treating him with as little respect as the way he talks to me. And he wouldn’t want me to hurt him any more, would he?"

— “ I will kill you. I'm not joking, pray for your life, pogue. "

— "Yes, Maybanks kill me while I fuck you. Be that bad boy you think you are. ”

Pope got up and pulled out his cock. He had still been kind, taking the time to come in slowly before coming out softly, letting the boy get used to his size. He could feel JJ’s body shaking.

How could it hurt so much? The pain was unbearable to him but he didn’t want it to stop. Pope had penetrated him again, pushing his cock further. While giving calculated and strong strokes, he had grabbed the jawbone of the kook, to kiss it. They Lost themselves in a French kiss.

— “ How does it feel? Do you like it? Is it your first time?”

—“You’re hiding your true side, Pogue. So studious, so smart, but not so innocent.”

— “You hide your true side too, Kook. You have a big mouth but you like to have your mouth so full. You like sex with a man. I bet you’ve never had so much fun, even with your girlfriend. How does it feel to be cheating on her, to be with a man while she thinks you’re home? Should we send her a picture, show her how well you take my dick? How quickly do you come when you’re touched by my hands? Do you think we can tell him how gay you are when it comes to wanting to do things with me?”

— "I don’t want anyone to know.”

— "You should not be ashamed. That is your true nature."

— “No…”

Pope bit his lip to shut him up. It had stopped, retreated slightly before entering again, pushing his length into JJ’s hole.

— “You like it, admit it. It’s not like you can deny it now.”

JJ’s phone had vibrated. It was his girlfriend. Pope had smiled.

— “ I think you must answer. ”

— “Don’t do that.”

— “Too late. I picked up.” He answered the phone. “Yes?”

— "Who is that? I want to talk to JJ."

— “I think JJ is too busy to answer. Right, JJ? You want to talk to your girlfriend?”

The blond had mumbled something, and Pope had accelerated his brutal strokes, letting his body slam against his partner’s. Damn, it was so good. He had caressed the boy’s pale, warm lower back.

— "What are you doing?"

— ”Do you want to tell her what we’re doing, JJ? Or is it a secret?”

— ” A secret? ”She said.

JJ had ripped the phone out of Pope’s hands. The object had fallen to the ground but he didn’t care. He had come, his cock was shaking, bouncing every time Pope came and went inside him, crushing him against the wall.

— “ Do you want to come a second time?"

— “I have to go see my girlfriend…”

— “Are you going to go home and pretend that nothing happened? Oh no, let me tell you that you’re going to go home and think about it. You’ll think about it so much that you’ll jerk off on your bed, you’ll try to do yourself some good, but it won’t work. And you know why?”

— “ Why?”

— “Because you will need me, you will need me to make you come. Not your girlfriend, not someone else. Just me, Pope Heyward. Remember my name, you’ll need it to find me. Now be a good boy, and tell me how many times you will touch yourself after this. I bet as more as i fucking you right now. ”

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[angelasscribbles]

My Lonely Valentine (The Agreement) A One-Shot

Series: The Agreement

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons, or should I say almost lemons? Lemon adjacent?

Word Count: 3,269

A/N: This is a prequel one-shot. Occurs before the events in the main series.

Submission for the @choicesholidays Valentine's Day prompts.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley walked into the informal dining room of Balymore, her estate in Valtoria, to find the table draped with a red silk cloth, flames flickering from wrought iron candelabras, and gleaming silver cloches gracing the tabletop.

Her mouth fell open and she turned to her husband in name only in astonishment. “What is all this?”

“Oh…ah…” Drake stuttered over his words as his brain spun frantically trying to find the right thing to say that would make his romantic gesture less romantic and not awkward. “I…um…I know you were disappointed that Liam had to cancel your plans for today, so I just wanted to do something to cheer you up.”

Disappointed was an understatement. It was Valentine’s Day and Liam had cancelled their plans. She shouldn’t be surprised. She should be used to it. But it hurt. A good cry and a hot bath had helped, but after a long nap, she’d found herself ravenous. Her quest for food had led her downstairs where she’d followed her nose to find the source of the delicious aroma wafting up to her.

Confusion pinged through her as she took in his demeanor. “What about your plans? Didn’t you have a date?”

“Yeah, well, that fell through.”

“Oh, Drake, I’m so sorry!” Her voice was full of so much sympathy that he felt like an ass for lying.

“It wasn’t anything serious anyway.” The truth was, he had canceled the date when he’d realized Riley would be left home alone. He had only asked the girl out so that he wouldn’t be home when Liam arrived. Not out of jealousy, but fear of discovery. He was sure his best friend could read his love for his supposedly in-name-only wife all over his face.

It was getting harder to fight his feelings for her. The more Liam fucked up and neglected her, the harder it became.

He wasn’t jealous of Liam per se. He loved the guy, and he was fully aware of the myriad web of circumstances that had led to him having to marry for political alliances and not love.

Still.

The effect it had on Riley was the same and it hurt him to watch her suffer. He had agreed to marry her to keep her at court and near Liam. A marriage of convenience. A favor for his friends. An act of service for the two people he loved most in the world.

The problem was that the longer they lived together, the closer they became and the harder he fell. He had tried to fix it, put distance between them, but his stupid, traitorous heart wouldn’t let him move on. And he had tried.

The first year they were together had been so full of turmoil that he had just focused on getting her through it. Once they had moved to Valtoria and she had settled into her new position as Duchess, she had encouraged him to find a relationship of his own.

“You shouldn’t have to suffer just because I am.”

The full truth of the situation was that he had only half-heartedly dated so that she would stop worrying about him and his happiness. Because he would do anything for her. Even date other women. But his heart had never been in it.

Every relationship he had entered had ended before it really began. Two or three dates at most. Several of the women had dumped him citing with confusion that he seemed to actually love his wife.

Everyone on the planet could see that, apparently. Everyone but her.

Because she was too busy letting Liam break her heart over and over.

“Still. I’m sorry your date canceled. I know what that feels like.”

“I’m fine.” He brushed her concern off with a twinge of guilt but telling her that he had been the one to cancel would just open up questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Or more to the point, questions he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the answers to.

He would confess his feelings right then and there if he thought she returned them. But she was in love with Liam. He knew that.

“Stop worrying about my love life and come eat before it gets cold.”

She inhaled deeply as she stepped toward the table, “It smells so good! What is it?”

“Deep fried chicken and cheese stuffed avocado.” He told her as he pulled her chair out for her.

Her face lit up as she sat. “Really?”

“Yes,” he affirmed as he took his own seat. “I know it’s your favorite.”

“But…how? I gave the kitchen staff the night off!” Neither of them had planned to be home.

“Oh, ah…” a flush spread across his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I made it.”

She pulled the cloche off the plate then turned her head to him in bewilderment, “You made this?”

He scoffed while shaking his head. “Don’t act so surprised. I can cook. You know this.”

“I mean yes but this is next level!” The avocados were browned to perfection and served with a beautifully roasted Mediterranean vegetable medley, garlic mashed potatoes, and piping hot Ciabatta bread.

He tried to lighten the mood. “I’m offended that you’re this impressed, Riley. I have mad kitchen skills.”

“I know. I just can’t believe that you did all this for me.” A single tear slid down her cheek.

He leaned forward in concern, wiping the tear away. “Hey, hey, hey! What’s that about?”

“Nothing,” she smiled at him through the wetness pooling in her eyes. “These are happy tears. I didn’t think this day could be salvaged, but you somehow managed it.”

“Yeah, well, what are husbands for?” He gave her a disarming smile as he sat back in his chair and turned his attention to his plate.

She laughed at their shared joke. He always said that when he did something nice for her. It was funny because he wasn’t really her husband.

But he kind of was, wasn’t he?

She dropped her eyes to her plate to cover her sudden flush. He was always doing sweet things like this. He was always there when she needed someone to talk to. Though she would never tell Max or Hana, Drake had become her best friend.

He had left his job as a member of the King’s Guard to move to Valtoria with her. He had been there for her when her grandmother passed away. The last time Liam had stood her up, Drake was ready with her favorite pizza and a movie she’d been wanting to see.

What are husbands for?

It was beginning to feel less and less like a joke because it had become the truth.

How true?

She suspected Drake’s feelings for her. How could she not? She had pushed him to date others. It wasn’t fair to let him waste his life taking care of her when she was in love with another man.

Yet here he was, on Valentine’s Day, taking care of her once again.

She stole a surreptitious glance at him as they ate. Maybe he had deeper feelings for her than she initially suspected.

No, she was imagining things. He was just being a good friend. Because that is what he was. Her friend. And Liam’s.

Liam.

Guilt swirled through her at the thought of her supposed boyfriend. Annoyance followed the guilt. He had stood her up. Again. Why should she feel guilty for anything? He married another woman for the love of God.

Not because he wanted to.

The guilt was back at the reminder of the impossible situation Liam had been placed in, but it was mingled with hurt, embarrassment, and a fair amount of anger.

She knew everyone thought she was an idiot for waiting around on scraps of the king’s time and affection. For uprooting her entire life to chase after him to Cordonia in the first place, for staying even after his rejection, and for continuing to believe that she was a priority to him.

Everyone but Drake.

He never judged her.

She lifted her eyes to his face as he regaled her with tales of Max’s misadventures from when he had tagged along on Drake’s latest fishing trip with Bastien.

“… And then he tripped over the side of the boat and fell in the water!” Drake shook with laughter at the memory.

Riley forced an obligatory smile, but she had missed most of the story, her mind occupied with an entirely new idea.

Her eyes focused on his mouth hoping he didn’t notice the flush on her face as her mind refused to stray away from imagining what his lips would feel like on her neck, on her mouth…other places….

She forced her eyes down to her plate and focused on eating her dinner. The dinner that her husband in allegedly name only had taken the time to prepare with his own two hands.

When the meal was over, she tried to clear the table, but he wouldn’t let her. “No, no, I’ve got this! I’m just going to clear the table and rinse the plates real quick. Why don’t you go pick something to watch? Whatever you want.”

“You sure? You did all this work. The least I can do is let you pick the movie.”

“Nah.” He waved her offer away. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

A multitude of emotions swirled through her as she watched him walk out of the room with the dishes. If you’re happy, I’m happy. He meant that. He was always saying things like that. He was always going out of his way to do little things to make her happy.

She made her way to the media room and flipped absently through the streaming selections as a million images of Drake fell through her mind. Drake, making her laugh when she was sad. Drake, holding her when she cried. Drake, always keeping himself between her and the reporters. Drake, scrambling eggs in their kitchen at two a.m. because they’d stayed up late watching stand-up comedy specials again.

When had he become such a huge part of her life? Yes, she had married him, but that had been on paper only, so she could stay near Liam.

And yet it was Drake who had attended her grandmother’s funeral with her. It was Drake who had taken care of her when she had the flu last year. And it was always Drake who picked up the pieces after Liam shattered her heart time and time again.

Why was she keeping him at arm’s length?

He showed up in the media room with her favorite blanket, a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and a small box tucked under his arms.

She accepted the cup and the blanket while trying to peer at the box. “What’s that?”

“Oh, this?” He teased, holding it out toward her but up out of her reach.

Her eyes widened as she glimpsed the label. “Are those dark chocolate truffles?”

“Maybe…”

“Drake!” She laughed as she deposited her cup on the end table and made a grab for the promised treat.

He lifted them easily out of her reach with a teasing smile. “What? Did you want these?”

“You know I do!” She tried to pout but the smile tugging her lips upward made that difficult to maintain.

“I don’t know….” He pretended to think deeply about it. “Maybe I should keep these for myself.”

With a joyful laugh, she launched herself off the couch, her fingers touching, but not completely grasping the elusive chocolates. The impact of her body colliding into his, combined with his misstep as he tried to dodge her, sent him toppling backward onto the couch where he landed in a slightly reclined position. Her momentum carried her forward so that she landed on top of him, laying on his chest, looking up into his face.

They were both laughing as their gazes met. A sudden silence descended on them as they stared into each other’s eyes. The smiles faded as lips parted and breath caught.

She moved first, bringing her lips to his. Her kiss was tentative. His response was not.

His arms went around her, the box of truffles dropped and forgotten on the floor. He pulled her tight against him as his tongue deftly took control of her mouth. One hand tangled in her hair as the other slipped under her shirt to caress the smooth skin of her back. A plaintive whimper escaped him as he pressed his rapidly growing hardness up into her.

Riley responded, melting into his embrace, no longer tentative. She pressed herself against him as their kisses became more passionate, almost frantic.

She broke the kiss to gasp for air. “Drake…should we—"

Drake froze for a moment, and then jolted upright, gently moving her off him. “Shit, Riley!” He raked a hand through his hair as he pushed himself back away from her. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for? I kissed you!”

“It was just the heat of the moment.”

“Is that all it was?” She asked him softly.

“Yeah…” He responded unconvincingly.

“Are you sure it wasn’t more than that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…” her fingers twisted the hem of her shirt nervously. “You made this whole romantic dinner…”

“I wanted to cheer you up. Because we’re friends and—"

“You went out of your way to get me my favorite candy.”

“No, I didn’t. I just….” He closed his eyes with a shuddering sigh before pushing through with the lie. “I was already in the store, and I saw it…”

“You’re a bad liar.”

His eyes flew open, and he fixed her a look that was almost pleading. “What do you want from me, Riley?”

“I think the question is, what do you want from me, Drake?” She scooted closer to him taking in the way he watched her warily. Like a rabbit watching a coyote approach, his face full of fear, longing, and a guarded passion.

He swallowed thickly and tried for a normal tone of voice. “The movie…”

Her hand slid up his thigh to the bulge in his pants. “A movie? Is that really what you want right now?”

“Fuck…” he breathed out in defeat as a shudder ran through his body. He grabbed her wrist to stop her but instead of pushing her away as he had intended, he found himself pulling her into him as he leaned forward, and then they were kissing again.

Lips and hands explored bodies and pulled at clothing. His heart thundered in his chest as a small part of his mind screamed at him to stop, to put the brakes on this.

That part was overruled as she pulled her top off and dropped it on the floor next to them. He stopped breathing for a moment as he drank in her naked form. He yanked his own shirt off and dove back in.

Riley arched her back as she gave herself over to the sensations cascading through her body. Drake’s hands on her bare skin were calloused, rough. The friction was a sharp contrast to the smoothness of her bare flesh. It felt good, forbidden, delicious. She shivered as goosebumps erupted along her spine.

His hot lips on her throat sent ribbons of white-hot desire shooting through her and coiling in her center.

She cried out in protest when he withdrew that touch. “Why are you stopping?”

“I…we shouldn’t…”

“Don’t you want me?”

A self-deprecating laugh slipped out of him. “I want you so fucking bad….you have no idea….. but not like this.”

“Like what?”

“You’re upset…vulnerable...”

“I was upset.” She drew his hand back to her body; he didn’t resist as she placed it so it was cupping a pert breast. “That’s not what I’m feeling right now.”

He was struggling mightily to keep his voice even as he gasped for breath. “…don’t want you to regret…”

“I won’t…”

“You’re in love with Liam…”

“I am…” She dropped her hand and pulled back a little. “We can stop if you want.”

“If I want?” His gaze searched hers, unsure exactly what he was looking for.

“Yes, you. I don’t want to stop.”

“But Liam—”

“I don’t want to think about Liam right now, Drake. I don’t want to think about tomorrow or what any of this means. But…” She moved away from him reluctantly. “I understand if you do.”

He instantly regretted the distance between them.

Before he could decide how to proceed, there was a knock at the door.

Drake’s eyes closed as frustration, relief and a smidge of anger pinged through him.

There was only one person it could be this late.

Talk about timing.

He quickly pulled his shirt back on and tossed her blouse to her. “I’ll go answer the door. You might want to fix your hair, it’s a little mussed.”

“Drake—”

“No, it’s okay,” he told her as he pulled her to him and dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head before pushing her gently away. “Go make yourself presentable. I’ll show Liam in.”

“Right.” She redressed and hurried over to the closest mirror to smooth her hair back into place.

Drake combed his fingers through his own hair on his way to the front door. Pulling it open, he greeted his best friend with, “Thought you couldn’t get away, Your Majesty?”

“Some last-minute things came up, but I finally managed to slip away.”

“It’s a little late. Valentine’s Day is pretty much over.”

Liam glanced at his watch as he stepped through the doorway. “Not really. Where is she? And why are you home? I thought you had a date.”

Drake shrugged. “She canceled on me. Sick pet or something.” He was only a little horrified at how easily the lie rolled off his tongue. “Riley’s in the media room. We were just about to watch a movie.”

Liam started down the hall. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, “Are you coming?”

“No. I’m going to turn in early. You two have fun.”

He needed a shower. A cold one.

He sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He slammed his bedroom door behind him and then leaned back against it, gently banging his head into it several times before muttering to himself, “The fuck did I just do? Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

He shed his clothes as he walked across to the room and into the ensuite. He needed relief.

The water pounded down on him as he wrapped his hand around himself. His head tipped back and his eyes fell closed as he remembered her half-naked form in front of him, the feel of her skin under his fingers, the taste of her lips…..

He groaned out loud as streams of milky whiteness pulsed out of him and splashed onto the tile. He placed both hands on the wall and leaned forward, letting the water run over the back of his head as he watched the detritus of his desire swirl down the drain.

It wasn’t the first time that his ardor for her had landed him in this position, but he knew it was different this time.

They had crossed a line tonight. A line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Even though they hadn’t done the deed, the genie was out of the bottle-- his feelings for her, their obvious sexual attraction to each other, all of it.

He just had no idea what to do about any of it.

[violetmuses]

Pride - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Pride - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Armando sees you for the first time in years while running with Mike and Marcus.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @probablyintensemuses @hyper-trash-panda 🏷

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2024

The world stops.

When Armando Aretas perched this overlooking seat found in that vibrant Miami nightclub, his expression froze. Nothing pulled intrigue more.

For whatever reason, you've mingled with Tabitha's wild crew. Neon lights painted every single corner of the large venue right now.

“Yo!” Detective Mike Lowrey, Armando's biological father, nudges Aretas while looking up. “What's wrong with you, man?”

“Hold up. Don't touch me.” Armando defended himself near Lowrey without thinking twice.

“Either fix your attitude or tell me what the hell’s going on.” Mike warned.

“Goddamn!” Other guests who joined the section cringed.

In that same moment, you finally emerge from your spot and walk straight toward Armando, picking up attention while everyone notices.

“Yeah, go girl!” Tabitha cheered even more and took over music playing.

“What the fuck?” Marcus Burnett yelled out loud this time around. “Armando's a pimp, Mike!”

For the first time in years, you stepped closer and motioned your fingers, watching the very moment when Armando glanced down and smiled against your lips. Spotlights beamed directly overhead.

“Hi.” Time pulled you away from him, but chemistry never fell out of place.

Unexpectedly wearing this Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker hat that veiled his brown eyes. Dirty jeans covered both legs and boots stepped along.

“Hey. You look good.” Offering that slightly accented English, Armando flirted with compliments.

Thank you, but what's going on? I've heard some things.” You stepped back.

In truth, back when you first joined the Aretas Cartel, your only reason to break up centered around Isabel, Armando's deceitful mother.

“I'm out. C'mere.” Armando gestured his own finger and you sat on his lap.

“Long story short, Tabitha doesn't run the show here. I do.” You assert power while facing Armando.

“Thought so.” Aretas nearly chuckled while holding your waist, but Mike reached his breaking point.

“Uh-uh. Let's go! We've got shit to do, motherfucker.” Lowrey barked.

Even Marcus lifted both hands to surrender this debate. Jokes would land more trouble.

Grabbing Armando's hand, you don't even say goodbye before running from this nightclub together.

“Hey!” Upon realization, Mike and Marcus scrambled to trail late-night footsteps, completely ignoring Tabitha.

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This large-scale bounty erupted around South Beach to catch the fugitives, but you stand near each line of darkness just to protect Armando.

“Ready?” Aretas glanced toward you while finally holding one stray firearm.

“Bring the rain, baby.” You offered this vow and emerged from the alley, sparking hell to anyone who waited in that shadowing crossfire now.

“Shit!” Once Mike and Marcus hustled back to Armando, carnage ruined the neon streets.

“C'mon!” You called both detectives after jumping another car. Armando told you that this stolen pickup truck gave out the chase not long ago.

Given no other option, Mike and Marcus followed your lead, trailing Aretas once more.

*****

Leaving downtown Miami, you brought everyone home with you. This beachfront property stands tall while moonlight casted around the space.

“Are you serious?” Marcus Burnett entered the foyer and revealed awe.

“I have guest rooms around the house. Let me know if you need anything else before we start working.” You address everyone.

“Thanks.” Grateful to survive, Mike stopped holding grudges with you and Armando.

Various federal agencies whisper that Conrad Howard muddled with the cartel for years, but Mike and Marcus would prove Cap’s innocence.

With Mike and Marcus gone, you finally stepped toward Armando and kissed his cheek.

“Don't touch me yet.” You run your fingers along his beard, genuinely speaking up.

“Fair enough.” Armando nodded and stepped away, but he lifted your weight and carried you to the shower regardless.

“Ah - wait, Arman!” Your joyous laughter almost echoed in this hallway. “Oh my goodness!”

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“Ooh!” Later that night, Marcus catches you leaving the shower with Armando. “I knew it.”

“Leave them alone, Marcus.” Mike rolled both eyes while standing near virtual screens in your office.

Armando could identify whoever framed Captain Howard years ago.

“Bingo! It's James McGrath: Former Army Ranger turned DEA agent. Tortured before joining the cartel himself.” You finally reveal the monster.

“That's it, ya'll. We'll lock down McGarth tomorrow.” Despite exhaustion, Mike needed to focus.

“Mike, are you kidding me?” Marcus started drama again and pointed to you. “We found our boogeyman, but you'll ignore how Armando probably fucked this woman in the shower?!”

“Shut up.” Mike grits his teeth near Marcus, annoyed once more.

You only set your face down and muffled into this desk.

When you leave through embarrassment, Armando follows your path, though gently closes the bedroom behind him.

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“Leave by morning. I won't deal with that bullshit anymore.” You put your foot down, fed up with Marcus and Mike.

“I'm not losing you again.” Armando wants so much more, genuinely trying.

“Might be too late if they don't leave my own house.” You turned away from Armando, hiding tears.

“Lo siento, cariño.” Holding your waist from behind now, Armando offered his native language of Spanish and apologized.

Forgiving the moment, you kissed him good night and dreamed of everyone's safety.

*****

By morning, all three men vanished from your home, but Armando left this note on the kitchen table:

No matter what happens next, I will love you for the rest of my life. - A. ❤️