#why did i memorize the parts of the business plan

[justchillaine]

I call upon a curse to those teachers who gave the material for the whole quarter three days before the exam.

And still, some topics didnt appear on the actual test.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Grad school Spencer in his little white coat and glasses getting his chem PhD and he just spills everything and goes 🫠 because he sees English lit major reader walking by from the lap window.

because I will die on the hill that this actually happened.

hiiiii 💕

like 23 year old phd candidate spencer in his white lab coat is everything to me and i took some liberties so bear with me :)

spencer reid x female reader

So he’s working in his lab doing something sciencey and smart

He’s already a phd in math and engineering which makes him something a myth in his departments

Part of his program makes him work as a TA for a chemistry course which is how he meets you

You’re a Literature major and Sociology minor and in his Chemistry class. It’s filled with many students, but Spencer wouldn’t need an eidetic memory to remember you

He never found the courage to talk to you, thinking that you’ve probably already have a boyfriend on a count for how pretty and smart you are.

Every Tuesday and Thursday he sees you walk by his lab. He forces himself to not recognize the pattern, but it’s impossible when you’re so magnetic to look at and think about and patterns are so recognizable to his brain. And out of risk of you thinking he’s a stalker, he decides it’s safer if he ignores you walk by

What Spencer doesn’t realize is that you’ve also noticed his pattern of being in the lab the same days you’re in the Sociology wing.

One day he’s busy his lab, and he can see you through the big picture window. He feels his hands grip the beaker and his grateful that the chemical liquids he’s working with today are something as simple as water

As he gazes through the big window he watches you walk with a big stack books in you arms

He walks to the sink, needing an extra 30mLs of water in his beaker, but as his does he accidentally trips over a stool and crashes to the floor

He jumps up, and sees you look at him in horror. Which wasn’t the way he planned on you looking at him (he forced the thoughts of the various ways you could look at him from his mind)

Suddenly you rush into the lab and just as Spencer tries to stammer about maintaining proper hygiene protocols in the lab, your hands are gripping his wrist

“You’re bleeding” you say, and Spencer watches as you maintain steady, tight pressure on his open wound to stop the bleeding

“I didn’t realize” Spencer says with a stained smile. He’s planned on how he’d approach you over and over again in his mind ever since he saw you in the Chemistry class he TA’ed last semester “I was preoccupied”

“It’s alright, Doctor Reid. You’re not going to need stitches or anything. But let me put some bandaging on it.”

Spencer gulps, as he tries to remember how to breathe. All he can focus on is how your hair frames your face perfectly and how your perfume smells like earl grey tea and honey and apples

“You can call me Spencer, Y/N” He whispers, listening to as you practically drag him by the wrist to the first aid kit

“You know my name?” You ask, a look or wonder and amusement washes over your face

Spencer jerks his head back not in pain nor in discomfort, but rather in confusion. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I know your name. You’re Y/N.”

You lick your bottom lip as a small smile plays on the corner of your mouth. “there were a lot of students in your class last semester. I’m not very good at chemistry. Nor do I have a particularly memorable face.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows in disbelief. You gently placed a bandage on his cut. “You did very well in the class. And as for your face, it’s very memorable. More than memorable, honestly. It’s gorgeous—oh, no I didn’t—I don’t intend to be forward…”

“I think you got a memorable face too, Doc” You say, smiling as you sit knee to knee on the lab stools

“It’s Spencer,” He says, blushing as he nudged his hand forward to just barely touch yours

You stand, smiling as you do so, “Doc suits you. You’re kinda a legend and you’re really cute when you flush like that when I call you Doc”

[samonroegf]

getting high with sam for the first time

f!reader. suggestive moments but no smut, fluff if you squint, angstish, childhood best friends to strangers to lovers? idk i just love him. veronica ( a character i made up) is used to replace alyssa bc she's a weirdo lol. lotta emotions, pals. 3.8k ᝰ masterlist

you'd known you wanted to try weed for a while now, it was just a bit intimidating. there's also the fact that you're 18 and you still haven't tried it, some might call you a pussy, but you just like to be precautionary.

there was the anti-drug commericals and your father breathing down your neck about being a functioning member of society. the pressure has become too much. you can't help but remember some of the stoner movies you've seen and they seemed so carefree.

so you started to concote the perfect plan, you'd never gotten in trouble, never even tardy for school. when your parents monthly business trip comes up, you knew exactly what you had to do.

invite sam monroe over for the first time in four years, and ask him to teach you how to get high.

so you think about your childhood best friend turned stranger, sam monroe. he wasn't the nicest, especially after his parents’ divorce. but there was also the fact that he had a soft spot just for you. and supposedly everyone knew, you hadn't witnessed this soft spot in a long time, so you hoped it made him a little nicer. you can't even recall why, maybe a kid crush or something. maybe you never knew at all.

you cleaned your room, made it all nice and hid some of your stuffed animals. if you were to invite sam over, you couldn't look like even more innocent than you already did.

on that fateful friday afternoon, you kissed your parents and bid them farewell. the pair completely oblivious to what their perfect little girl would be up to. a somewhat devious smile played on your lips.

you had harboured some kind of school girl crush on sam, since the two of you grew distant. he was mysterious and quiet now, you wish you knew him. wish you never would have let him slip out of your hands.

maybe that can change, maybe you can sew up the tattered thread of a connection. you wanted to laugh at yourself, you're so worked up about sam fucking monroe. the boy that you used to play in the mud with, but then again you're not just little kids anymore. things were definitely complicated. maybe more than you realized.

you couldn't help but start to pace around your room a bit, what if he said no? what if he just refused to come over? maybe you should cook something enticing, give him a extra reason? you had the weed and rolling papers already, courtesy of josh. you hated talking to him, but he had what you needed.

you walked over to the home phone hanging on the wall, and then to the clock on the stove. 6:30 p.m. the green digits stared back at you. this was a once in a lifetime chance so you swallowed your anxiety and picked up the receiver.

you dialed sam’s mom’s number, having it memorized like it was your own mother's. there was always some part of sam in your head, always stuck with you like a lover slain.

you waited patiently for someone to answer the phone, your heart beating louder than your ears could stand. you were sure this was the dumbest you'd ever felt.

“hello, kimball residence, who am i speaking with?” robin kimball, sam's mother, sounded tired. the kind of exhaustion you onlly get when you hate your life.

“hi robin! it's y/n! i was wondering if you could, uh, get sam for me?” your voice was shaky, but you hoped that she wouldn't pay it too much mind. or that she didn't notice it all.

“oh y/n! it's so nice to speak with you, how have you been?” her voice perked up once she realized who you were. always having been like a second mom to you, during your friendship with sam, guess the whole family has a soft spot for you.

“oh, I'm okay! i was just thinking of sam, and wanted him to come hang out, maybe have a sleepover like we used to!” you tried not to sound so childish, but perhaps it was working in your favor. excitement bleed into your tone, maybe hope too.

robin sighed a little, a mix of sadness and apprehension, “i can try to get him on the phone, but I can't make any promises.”

that confused you. but considering how sam acted at school, you couldn't imagine he was any easier at home.

“what do you want?” his voice felt like venom and ice, but you tried to ignore it.

“i, uh, i have some, uh, i have some w-” your stuttering didn't get you very far, sam was a very impatient boy.

“would you just spit it out,” he sounded less mad, and more just irritated. you imagined he probably dragged a hand down his face.

“sorry, I'm sorry. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to, I don't wanna bother you. bye, sam.” you rambled this out as fast as you possibly could and hung up just as quick.

your nerves and his mean tone became just a little too much, you'd never heard him talk to you like that. you didn't know him anymore. that hurt your heart, much more than you would like to admit. it was a fact, had been for quite some time but something about witnessing it with your own ears. it was real now.

sam stomped up the stairs to his room, closing and locking the door with a slam. he ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the black and blue strands.

“who the fuck does she think she is?” his voice was mingled with various emotions, he couldn't figure them out nor did he really want to.

“doesn't talk to me for four fucking years and then one day just calls me up and asks to hangout?” he's trying to keep his voice to a low mumble. as to not bother his younger siblings, even if he couldn't really stand them.

“tells my mom she wants a sleepover?” he almost wanted to go over there just to give her a piece of his mind. he kicked a box on the floor, and it shot across the room against a wall. he heard peter stomping down the hallway to yell at him, and slipped out of his window. a common practice these days.

he was dressed in cargo pants, his boots and a sweatshirt with the rolling stones logo printed in black and white. he was cursing under his breath, as he made the walk.

he couldn't believe her audacity, but then why would she call him unless he was the only one she could call. that had to be bullshit, she had plenty of friends. ten times more than what sam had.

he kicked a rock and lit a cigarette as he continued down the street, he hated that he could still remember the fastest way to her house. her perfect little house, with a perfect little family.

it was only just then that her words settled, like rain through a fog. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to. why would she have weed, unless her perfect little life wasn't so. course, could have been a lie to get him here. could be a prank, but she was never one to be nasty like that. or at least he hoped she wouldn't steep so low.

he had about a million questions that are going through his head, but the one that stuck out the most, why me? why would she call me out of everyone? it's not like sam was the only stoner in their school, but she still wanted him to come over. it made him puff on the cigarette a little faster.

sam stopped in the middle of the street for a moment, staring at the moon and sun that were now able to be seen at the same time. there was some poetry in this but he didn't want to fucking hear it.

he tried to shake his head of all these thoughts as he walked up the stairs to her front door. at the very bottom, you can still see paint marks of her and his handprints from when they moved in. sam was the first friend she made, he remembers her telling him, they'd be friends forever. feels like a cruel joke now.

you sat on your bed looking anxiously at the baggie that stood out on your bedside table. the nightstand a white wood with a pink lamp, and covered in literature. the weed looked weird and out of place next to them.

the slam of the front door and stomps crawling up the stairs brought you out of thoughts, sam standing in your doorway. he leaned against the wood, just looking at you. he looked pissed, but you were unsure if that was just his neutral expression at this point.

“you called.” he barely uttered two words to you, but you couldn't help the growing smile that stretched your lips.

“i wasn't sure if you'd actually show up!” you wished you didn't sound so happy, it was weakness he was bound to attack. you hoped your best friend, sammy was still in there, somewhere.

“what can i say? free weed, can't let that kind of offer go.” he chuckled as he spoke, and it was almost like you knew him again. but you didn't, he was a stranger in your bedroom, while your parents were hours away at this point.

he almost wanted to break something, he had so many questions, so much to say but now that he was in front of her, he wanted nothing more than to push it all aside. this wasn't like this normally, usually anger was so easy to hold onto. this time, it was like he never had any to begin with.

he slowly wandered into the room, looking over everything you had displayed. you prayed he didn't open the closet and get assualted by plushies. the thought almost made you want to giggle.

he was stuck, stuck holding a picture in his hand. he hadn't seen the polaroid in four years. a cheesing sam stared back at him, so free and fun. your arms were tight around him, couldn't be older than six and you were smiling just as big.

as you came to stand next to him, you looked at the picture in his hand. you were being torn between crying and laughing. it's such a cute picture, one that you thought you'd show your kids one day. but those thoughts were one of a silly little girl who believed that sam would always be by your side. you felt stupid, mad and sad all at once.

“i remember this day,” sam's voice sounds faraway, like he is scared to talk at all. like the picture and you would disappear, and he'd wake up from another dream.

“it was the day our dad's built your pool, and we played all day long.” he finished, looking from the photo to you. it was the first time he's really looked at you. his blue eyes peering into yours, you felt naked under his stare.

“yeah, and we had ice cream and it got everywhere,” you chuckled sadly, this felt like a reunion with a lover rather than a friend. you looked away back to the picture in his hand, taking it you put it back on your mirror. as he watched your hands, he noticed it wasn't the only picture of the two of you. you kept every single one, always one to cherish every memory, even if it hurts more than it helps.

“why do you still have them?” his voice is barely above a whisper like he's scared to hear the answer.

“i always hoped you'd come back, that we'd go back to old times. feels kinda stupid to say out loud” you laughed, bringing your arms around yourself trying to bring yourself some comfort.

you're looking at all the pictures, too scared to see what expression is resting on sam's face now.

“well, I'm here, aren't I?” you finally turned to look at him, your eyebrows creased in worry or concern. you weren't sure. his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, it's awkward and comforting all the same.

“would you have ever came if I didn't call? if i didn't have weed?” your voice might break if it shakes anymore, your tongue sucks over your teeth in anxiety.

“wait, don't answer that. i don't want the answer. i don't think you miss me the way i miss you.” you interrupted him. the second half of your words came out mumbled as you walk away from him and sit on the bed. a tear slid down your face, and it makes a bitter laugh come out of you. you've never wanted someone so close and so fucking faraway from you. you wioed it away and hoped he didn't see it. weakness was not an option.

“you don't get to do this,” his voice is quiet, but you were sure that it wouldn't stay that way.

“you don't get to cry and put words in my mouth, you have no fucking idea how i feel.” he raised his voice a bit and you just rolled your eyes at him. he came to sit opposite to you on the bed.

“yeah, you're right. but you also never fucking talked to me. you were my best friend one day and then avoiding me the next. how the fuck do you think that's gonna make me feel? hell, how the fuck can you just do that to someone.” you were yelling too now, staring at him with so much anger. you weren't even really that mad, you were just hurt.

“that is not what fucking happened. you became friends with josh, that's what happened,” his eyes narrowed at you and you wanted, well you don't know what you want but this is definitely something that needed to happen. josh had been a bully in middle school, i guess much hasn't changed.

“excuse the fuck out of me? i did no such thing, i was friends with veronica. i was friends with her, and then you left. and i know, yes, i know that you fucked vee. you left me, and that wasn't enough.” you were seething at this point, barely able to remember why you even missed him in the first place. you got off the bed, not even being able to look at him.

“i did not fuck veronica. who told you that? let me guess, veronica?” your head whipped in his direction, you stopped in your tracks.

your cheeks warmed as you realized you may have been fed incorrect information, “you didn't? but she and josh both told me on seperate instances.” you felt stupid, you came to sit on the bed again. a sheepish look on your face.

“no, i didn't fuck veronica. are you stupid?” the anger in the room begin to fizzle out, and you smacked his shoulder, “don't say that, I'm not stupid.” you gave him a fake angry look and looked at your feet.

you'd been lied to for four years, four years where sam didn't have be alienated. four years where your best friend could be beside you.

“why’d you stop coming around, then? if it wasn't cause of that? ” the fear of rejection injected to your veins. your lip was tightly pulled between your teeth, an anxious habit. your eyes looked from him to your hands as you waited for him to answer.

“somebody told me you hated me and didn't want me around anymore.” his voice was distant like he couldn't believe his own words. “told me you were just friends with me out of pity.”

“now you're the stupid one.” you laughed dryly, trying to make light of the situation. you bumped your shoulder into his.

“hell, i might be. i doubt if you hated me you'd keep all those cheesy momentos.” he chuckled and you could have savored the feeling that went through your chest. he might be better than any high that weed could give you. if you didn't have a bit of love for him before, you definitely do now.

you felt like a tornado of emotions, you didn't know what was to happen now.

some time passed in silence, you both unsure of what was to happen next. years of pushed down feelings that no longer have a sense of direction.

anxiety creeped up your back, looking at sam he's just looking at you. a slight smile on his lips, it's a sight you could get used to.

“what?” you laughed a bit out of embarrassment.

“you’re just pretty.” his voice was soft and you kinda wanted to throw up. how could all this happen and he can just have the audacity to compliment you. you dropped eye contact but a similar smile could now been seen on your face.

“so, we're good now?” you spoke, eyes glued to the floor. you didn't think you could keep from kissing him, if he kept looking at you like that.

“we’re so good. you ready to smoke?” sam smiled some, and layed back on the bed. his arms falling above his head, he stared at the ceiling. life is just some game, and he's pretty sure he just won big. he felt somewhere between being on cloud nine and being the dumbest motherfucker he's ever met. he can't believe he believed josh about some stupid rumor, instead of just coming to you.

“so, actually the thing about that, i don't know how. i called you so you could teach me because i trust you.” warmth gathered on your cheeks again.

he leans up on one arm to look at you, and he smiles real big, teeth and all. his tongue crossing his lips as he laughs a bit. it was clear though, he wasn't laughing at you, just laughing at the situation. but still you must tease him, make up for lost time.

“sammy, don't laugh at me.” before you could stop yourself, the nicknames spilled out of your lips. a nickname sam hadn't heard in some time and it made his heart skip a beat.

“babe, it's not my fault, you make it so easy.” there he was again, undressing you with his eyes. whether it be intentional or not, you weren't sure. his cheeks glowed a little pink and you couldn't help but giggle. it's fair game at this point. you never knew sam as someone to use alot of pet names, is he trying to pick you up?

“yeah, well, you're blushing, dork.” it was a dumb retort, and on top of it all you stuck out your tongue at him. crossing your arms like the brat that you are. it seemed your question answered itself. you were somewhere between friends and lovers, and that scared the shit out of you.

“no I'm not.” he said incredulously, like it was something that was physically impossible. he quick to get off the bed, pushing at his cheeks in the mirror.

you're happy to skip up beside him, “yeah, you are, it's like you have a crush on me or something." you giggled. another thing that should have been left unsaid, spoken by you again. it was necessary, you had to know the truth. it felt like life or death, at this moment.

he stands up beside you, and it's only then that you notice he's got at least half a foot on you. it feels intimidating when he smirks at you.

“what if i do? maybe i like to make cute girls squirm,” his hands come to rest on your hips, and you were sure you were gonna faint, have a heart attack, or maybe die.

“sam, what are you doing.” it wasn't a question, cause you didn't want the answer.

“i'm touching you, is that okay?” you can't help but dumbly nod. he leaning towards you and you let him. his lips are soft against yours, and he pulls you closer. his smell and taste was intoxicating. you were sure if you were dead, this would be what heaven felt like.

your hands come to rest on his chest, letting him kiss you a bit longer before pushing him away.

“i-i think we should smoke, yeah, i think we should do that.” you weren't even sure what you were saying at this point. but you didn't want to just get him back and immediately jump into bed. you're not ready for that yet.

“whatever you want, doll.” he presses one soft, chaste kiss to your forehead and walks towards the weed and the rolling papers. you were almoat confused as you followed him back to the bed, who is this man? you wanted to kick your feet and acream into your pillow.

you watch as his skilled, ring-clad fingers pushed the weed into the white papers. you thought you might have a health issue when his tongue dipped over his lips to wet the paper. your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him, so he just chuckles and finishes sealing the joint.

“now, what you're gonna do, and I'll demonstrate too. put the paper between your lips,” he explained everything in excruciating detail, and it made your legs clamp together a little. you needed more self control, maybe, but you weren't going to let all this get to you. not this fast, it wasn't fair.

setting the paper between his lips, he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, it was white all the plastic wrap has been picked off of it.

“when you hit it, take small puffs, breathe in and then exhale, like this okay?” he making eye contact with you as he does so.

he hands you the joint and you hope it helps you recollect yourself. you do exactly as he said and did, and somehow still end up coughing up a lung. irritated eyes making contact with his playful ocean ones.

“try again, it'll get easier, you're just a baby stoner.” he rubbed your back a little, and you tried again. this time it went down smoothly and you could feel something as soon as you exhaled. you hand him the joint and watch his expert smoking habits.

you never knew how hot someone smoking could be, but here he was. sam, your sam, looked like some bad boy in a teen cliche film. you never knew why girls would go for guys like this, but now you got it.

the two of you spent the rest of the night recalling stories, watching comfort films and laying in his arms. he held you tight, and smoked you out until you were nothing but a giggly, high mess. he got decently stoned himself and you feel asleep like that.

[magewritesstories]

obsessed w ur gilmore girls EVERYTHING, would love some more logan whenever ur feeling up to it 💖 (even tho im a jess girlie at heart)

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summary: logan is in your business economics class and he absolutly does not work in class—except when you're involved of course ;) TW: none note: i'm also a jess girlie at heart, but im definitly team logan when it comes to rory lol, also i dont know what this is but i hope you enjoy it anyway.

♣ you're pretty much the only reason he even attends this class ♣ he just sits in the back and watches with interest as you participate in class discussions. ♣ if Finn and Colin notice how his seat keeps getting closer to yours every lecture they dont comment on it ♣ speaking of Finn and Colin—they're both little shits (affectionate) ♣ the kind of guys to ask you the most stupid questions, and when you ask them why they even took this class they just shrug and reply, "it sounded fun." ♣ like what about business ec sounded fun to you?? ♣ (in reality they just followed logan)

♣ when the blessed day finally arrives and you ask him if he wants to work on the group assignment together he's over the moon ♣ (he has selective observation skill and ignores the fact that the only reason you asked him was because him, colin and finn basically had you surrounded in terms of seats) ♣ he obviously agrees and you exchange numbers to meet up and work on the project

♣ now, lets get one thing straight, logan does not work ♣ if there is anyway this man can slack off and get a passing grade without doing anything he will do it ♣ but now its you and there's no way he's making a bad impression by makign you do all the work (he will tell colin and finn to make up some stupid excuse to not be there (they have an entire book on them))

♣ you get a consecutive one hour of working in before he suggests that the two of you go get coffee (more than you expected honstly) ♣ he lets you order, pretends to point to something very interesting outside and pays for the food ♣ he also has the most satisfied smirk on his face as you tell him you're gonna pay him back ♣ "suureeee~" ♣ he also memorizes the drink you'd ordered and shows up to the lecture ten mintues before time just to give it to you and make small talk before the professor starts droning on about whatever's on the agenda that day

♣ once the assignement is finished (you and logan did most of the work) you expect to go back to sitting next to him in class for half the lecture and him leaving once he's bored ♣ like it was before ♣ and that does happen. sort of. ♣ except now everytime he leaves, logan sends you a message that afternoon asking for the notes on the lectures (he just wants an excuse to draw you out of your dorm to the nearby coffee stand)

♣ eventually, after he's spent an entire month making up the most ridiculous excuses for meeting up with you ♣ claimed he didn't understand a paragraph once—he was talking about a paragraph of his human recources class (this boy has no clue which book belongs to which subject) ♣ anyway, after a month of ridiculoussness that kinda makes you smile he's succesfully become a part of your everyday life. one day he's bringing you coffee, another he's asking you to meet up with him in the library to study ♣ so now that that part of his plan is successfull he finally asks you out.

♣ when you just smile and say yes, rolling you eyes as you tell him 'it was about damn time' he thinks he's fallen in love with you just a little more.

[icallhimjoey]

The Boy Is Mine (icallhimjoey's edition)

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Joe has work and cancels plans but, you know what, you can just come over and help him out, can’t you? It's nerve-racking and embarrassing but, ok fine, you can come over and help him. CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, anxiety, we make fun of joe because he’s a dork, full fluff

Author’s note: i had fomo for @carolmunson’s the boy is mine writing exercise, so i just went ahead and gave it my own rpf spin. pls go and read all the other wonderful editions here!

Wordcount: 1.8K

“Okay, so, to set the scene,” Joe was being exceptionally theatrical tonight. He’d sat you down on the sofa and used the floorspace on the other side of the coffee table as his stage. It was all big arm gestures, and exaggerated faces, and big steps, and this was meant to be serious business.

It wasn’t.

You could tell Joe was a little nervous, which in turn made you a little nervous too.

You’ve had to suppress a smile ever since you walked in and couldn’t seem to stop giggling at things that usually wouldn’t even remotely tickle you, big ball of nerves.

“We’re in a trailer. Think, a big holiday park. Sort of dreary, it all looks the same, just, caravan after caravan after cara–”

“You’re talking to me like I’ve never been on holiday before.”

“Well for all I know you haven’t, Miss Workaholic. I’ve never seen you put down your work–”

You shut him up with a hit of a throw pillow to his face. Joe didn’t even flinch, just let it hit him square in the face and drop to the floor before giving you a blank stare for a second, all unimpressed.

Made you laugh. Again.

“Okay. So. Trailer park.” Joe made big eyes at you like a teacher would, directing you back to the task at hand. To why you were even there in the first place.

“Trailer park.” you repeated, sitting up a little, being a good student.

Joe frowned as his eyes had to focus on the script he was holding, turning a page and then flicking it back.

“Yes. Trailer park.” Joe confirmed absentmindedly.

He took another moment to seemingly find what he was looking for, eyes scanning before he reached up to pull his glasses from his hair. You sat pretty and waited.

Everything about the situation was objectively hilarious.

Joe had had to cancel on plans he’d made with you because of some changes in his schedule and now he had to learn lines at the speed of light meaning he couldn’t take you out for a drink. You didn’t mind – yes you did – and you’d casually said you could come over anyway. Help him out. Read lines with him.

“You’d do that?” He’d asked, carefully hopeful.

“Yea course!”

“And you’d like that?”

“As much as hanging out with you in general is a massive chore,” you’d joked. “It totally beats sitting at home by myself all night.”

And so you’d been invited over.

And now, Joe was nervous. He had just the one script, and handing it over to you meant that you’d see the little notes he’d taken. The scribbles and the arrows that pointed to more little notes, and for some parts even little sad or happy smiley faces. It would reveal a bunch of uncool shit about himself, not to mention the fact that Joe was breaking rules. None of this was meant for your eyes.

“Traiiii...” Joe was having a hard time finding what he was looking for and you started to grow impatient.

“I think we’ve got the location down.” you laughed, then suddenly your face dropped and turned faux serious. “Or, sorry, is this part of it? Of how you learn? Is that why it takes you fucking ages to–” you had to duck to the side as Joe threw the pillow you’d launched at his face earlier right back at you.

“If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a problem.”

Joe handed you the script, pointed from where you were going to read lines together, and then picked up a small notebook from the table.

He cleared his throat, gestured with a hand that meant, calm down, and then started the scene.

You read from the page, and Joe tried to do the scene from memory as much as he could, only occasionally glancing at look at his notes.

It took a few lines for you to actually calm down. To feel the jitters inside of your body slip away.

Joe was blushing still, though.

He’d never done this with you before, and he definitely felt silly, playing pretend with a pretty girl in his living room. But when you kind of started getting into it, found focus and fed him little words when he got stuck, it turned into actual acting.

You stayed seated on his sofa, eyes on the page, and Joe was all over the place. Pacing, using wild arms, facial expressions all over, repeating lines in different ways when they didn’t feel quite right after saying them the first time and... this was actually kind of fun.

And then props were introduced, but all wrong.

Joe needed to make a call, the script said, and he just grabbed the remote control of the TV as his pretend phone.

You stiffled a laugh, just about.

Then up next, he grabbed a nice crystal wine glass, held it out to you and it became more and more difficult to keep your giggles inside as you read ahead at what he was about to say.

“I ran out of nice cups, is this okay?”

You pretended you were handed something atrocious. Or, well, you tried to, at least. It was becoming very apparent who was the real actor in the room. When the script called for a bite of cake, something that would leave vanilla frosting on his face, Joe just perfectly mimed the action, and you were shocked at how you could see it.

There was nothing there.

But there was, though.

Wild.

Joe barely had to look at his own little notebook the longer you went, yet your stumbling and stuttering through lines increased as you read them aloud. It slowly shifted the anxiety from Joe over to you, and you didn’t like it one bit.

It felt silly, because Joe’s growing confidence didn’t have to mean that yours slowly withered, but, that was exactly what happened.

Joe noticed and in a bid to make you relax, he moved around the coffee table before sitting down on top of it, right in front of you.

“Here, take it back a little,” Joe folded a page back in the script that you were still holding, and pointed, his voice soft and gentle. “From here again.”

Joe had pointed at one of his own lines, so you kind of waited for him to start. But then he stayed silent, and when you flicked your eyes up at him, he was smiling.

“You’re holding the script. You lead.”

Oh. Yea, okay.

You went through the same bit of a scene again, this time with your knees touching his. Joe spoke in a much calmer voice, much lower this time around. The vibe shifted and now, it had you blushing.

Fucking adorable, Joe thought.

It made him want to grab hold of your face as you read. Press kisses all over your cheeks. The bridge of your nose. Your eyes.

There was not a chance in hell that Joe was going to actually get all his work done tonight, but if he was being honest, you’d already managed to do more than he’d expected beforehand.

You fucked up a line and went, “Wait, no... jesus,” and took a second to start over. When it was Joe’s turn to speak, he stayed silent again, and it made you look up at him, only to see him stare at you with the most lovesick grin you’d ever seen.

Disgusting. How dared he.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You knocked one of his knees with yours.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Joe said, not changing a single thing about the way he was staring at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him and had to try really hard to hide a smile.

“Are you... are you getting off on me not being very good at this?”

Joe laughed, said, “No, you’re amazing actually.” before he leant in a little, clearly going in for a kiss.

It had you moving back.

“Um...” you held a hand up before you jokingly scanned the page in front of you. Turned it to check the next one too. “There’s no kissing in this scene.”

“Um...” Joe copied you, and was quick to take the script from your hands, turning it around so he could get a look himself. “Yea there is, actually. Look.” Joe pointed at a random line, and before you could even get a proper look, he’d already flung it to the side and lurched forward to get his lips on yours.

You shrieked into it, trying to kiss Joe back just as much as you were trying to push him away.

Joe laughed, and so did you, and you were just pressing smiles together for a second, giggling right into Joe’s cackles. He had to hold your face in both of his hands to keep you close.

“Maybe,” you murmured around kisses, “This wasn’t the best idea. I’m clearly not helping.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true.”

Joe kissed you harder.

“Liar.”

“I’m not a liar.” Joe sat back and made a face. Looked like a real douchebag as he scrunched his eyebrows together and smirked. “I’m an actor.”

You laughed as Joe reached to pick up the script he’d thrown to the other side of the sofa. Folded the pages back and handed it back over to you.

“Okay. So.” he got up, clapped his hands together and walked back over to his spot in front of the TV, notebook now discarded on the sofa. He was going to try without it. “We’re in a trailer.”

You smiled at him as you watched him try his best to get back into the zone.

“Trailerpark.” you confirmed, trying your best to match Joe’s vibe.

Serious business.

You frowned as you started again, but you were quickly stopped.

“Wait, sorry. Wait. Just, I’ve got to... hang on,” Joe planted a knee onto the coffee table and leant all the way forward. His hands found both your knees and he moved until he got to steal one last quick kiss.

Okay, two.

Three.

Quick, a fourth. Maybe a fifth.

“Joe,” you giggled.

“What?” a sixth.

“I’m here to help you work!”

“Well, then,” seven. “Stop being so fucking cute!”

Joe got a few more in. An eight, ninth and a tenth, before he scrambled back up onto his feet.

Joe took a second to smile at you before he cleared his throat. “Right. Trailerpark.”

You smiled right back.

“Trailerpark.” the end

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[keeganssluttywaist]

**I said I was going to do this so long ago. I am finally going to**

GhostxReader -LONG. FIC.

CW: Non-Con, drugging, sex pollen, literal violence, heavy regret and angst after. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Disclaimer: I write these fics to help cope with my own trauma. Others use this same method. If you do not do the same. If you do not like dark content feel free to scroll past as this coping mechanism is not for everyone.

You knew what the mission was meant to be. You knew that you guys were meant to breach a lab. Head to the safe house and then get picked up by Exvil the following day.

You had memorized the plan. Something Ghost admired about you. You two were close friends. Well friends is a hard word to describe it. He had feelings for you he refused to ever share. Too fucked up mentally to ever feel like he could be with someone has perfect as you. You had feelings you hid. Just to be professional. Not to make work awkward and not to ruin the friendship you had with the man who didn’t really seem too keen on any new friends.

You had gotten into the lab easy enough. It was meant to be mostly abandoned and you were on guard for any hostiles. However to your shock there was none.

Why would a top secret lab have no soldiers present? It didn’t make sense to you. Something was off. You get into the lab, looking through their files for the information, the intel you needed. Some kind of gas that was released to another group you guys were friendly with. It was strange. The details of it were kept from you. All you knew is everyone was either dead and seemed otherwise untouched by violence. Just dropped.

Or

They were ripped to shreds. Well clothes were. Bruises, cuts, beaten to death and the rest was unknown.

It didn’t make any sense.

All you were told is to find information on SP06.

Interesting name for a gas you had thought. Ghost didn’t seem worried. You were in the files while Ghost tried to get into a smaller more secure part of the lab. Muttering something about wishing they had left the door unlocked when they seemed to run off so quickly. He picked the lock, ignoring your suggestion to break it.

“Don’t want to trigger the alarm system, love” he said to you. You got it. So you busied yourself with the files. Finally you found one. Grabbing it and tucking it into your bag. You were told not to read it. Not to look at it. You would be filled in when it became your business and for now it wasn’t.

You could hear the door get opened with a hiss followed by Ghost’s heavy footsteps. Then the door quickly hisses shut. He turns around banging on the plexiglass door. You rush to the door as see as a white gas starts to fill the small room. You stand back shooting the lock and trying to pry the door open from there. It was heavy but Ghost was on the other side helping you. Coughing and sputtering trying not to inhale the gas as much. Not knowing what he was being dosed with. It swings open and you hold your breath.

His hand grabbing your wrist and as you both take off running. Fleeing the place.

“Did you-“ cough “get what we came here for?” Cough, he asks

“Yeah- I think we have more pressing matters at the moment though dude” you say as you guys swerve trees and jump over roofs that protrude out of the ground. You run for what feels like forever but you know it’s only been an hour and a half before you see the seemingly harmless cabin in the distance.

“That it?” You ask breathlessly your legs hurt your lungs hurt. But you knew Ghost was in worse shape.

“Yeah- fucking hell. It’s blazing out here. Shouldn’t it be cooler at night?” He asks that should have been your first warning. It was freezing outside. You could see your breath. You get into the cabin, slamming the door shut and you look at Ghost your heart hammering in your chest. You look around briefly. It was a small cabin. A living room with one beaten up old couch, a kitchen in the same room. And then one door open showing a bedroom that looked to be a little smaller.

“Do you feel anything do you know what it was?” You ask, your mouth dry. He groans shaking his head.

“No. I don’t know what it was. Something fucking nasty though. I’m burning up” he says, ripping off his vest. He slams it down and you flinch. Keeping an eye on him; concern etched into your features. You took off your own vest. Needing a break from its weight.

“Here my hands are freezing. Maybe they can cool you off” you offer reaching for him. He sighs standing still. Ignoring the throbbing feeling growing in his pants. Ignoring how his vision seems to haze over. Or maybe it was just so slow he almost doesn’t realize it’s happening. Feeling your cold hands reaching under his mask. Trying to cool him.

He didn’t see the switch happen. He didn’t feel it either. He just suddenly saw you as…an objective. His gloved hands reaching for your wrists. The way he yanks your hands off of him and twists you around. Using your own arms to cross in front of your body. You yelp and then struggle but feel the tightness in your shoulders.

“Ghost what the fuck?” You ask he presses against you grinding his almost burning cock against the small of your back.

“Shhh be good for me and it won’t hurt.” He says, your brows furrowed in confusion. As he had already started walking you towards the bedroom. You panicked. Stomping on his foot. He growls but releases your arms out of shock and you turn around to face him putting a hand out in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing? What has gotten into you?” You asked, you looked for the kindness you normally saw in his eyes but his pupils blown wide, seemed to only emit darkness. A hunger that made you tremble in a way you never wanted to with him. Not with him. He didn’t wait, reaching forward and swatting your hand away grabbing your hair roughly. Your fist pounding on his chest as he walks you back further into the bedroom. As soon as you pass the threshold you snapped out of your blind panic and tried using your brain. Punching him hard across the face.

Which doesn’t go over so well. As he throws you against the nearest wall your head hitting the walll. Stunning you for only a moment. Enough time for him to be kicking the door shut and locking it. He didn’t waste more time pinning you against the wall with his frame as he starts grabbing at your pants. Ripping the button open.

“Ghost stop- this isn’t like you” you try to remind him

“Shut up.” He says, ignoring those pleas and the fear in your voice that normally would break his heart to hear. You feel him unzip your pants and you whimper mostly in shock.

“Don’t do this” you say and he slams his hand over your mouth. Moving to his own pants and unbuttoning them. Taking them down enough to free his cock. Sure you had wondered how big he was. But you didn’t want to find out like this. And not knowing that it confirmed that the man was massive. It just scared you even more. You clawed at his wrist and tried to shove him off. He was much. Much bigger than you. And even stronger than you remember him being during sparring. Making you wonder if he had taken it easy on you this whole time. Until now.

He looks at your pants still on but unbuttoned. Realizing that he couldn’t keep you restrained against the wall and undress you at the same time. So he makes an educated decision. To throw you back onto the floor. You tried to catch your fall scraping your hand against the wooden flooring which was shitty to begin with. His hands meeting the hem of your pants as he yanks them down. Tears blur your vision as you try to kick away from him but he grabs both of your feet. Yanking off your shoes to pull your pants all of the way off. He grips your thighs roughly slamming your legs open with no care for how much it hurts you. He spits on your most intimate area dragging his cock along your folds and prodding at your entrance. Which made you mumble out another plea.

He just laughs. Laughs.

He was so hard being inside of you was all he could think of. He needed it. He needed to hurt you. To fuck you. To violate you. At the sight of his large tip against your cunt he couldn’t help himself from pushing in. He slammed down as soon as the tip breached the first inch. Groaning loudly. The tears filling your eyes finally falling as he begins his painful thrusts. Every single one rocking you against the wooden flooring.

You were sobbing and whining in pain and horror at what was happening to you. One of his hands reaching up and grabbing your face. Roughly. Holding your chin still.

“Just wanna see that pretty face when you cry, love” he groans out.

Every slam of his hips fucking hurt. His cock bullying your cervix to the point where you were sure if it was possible to break it but he might.

Your hands flew to his wrist again. Scratching him deeply. Drawing blood. It didn’t bother him. He would move his hand slightly just to slap your face. See more of those tears he wanted to lick off of your face.

Whoever this man was. He was no longer the Ghost you knew.

He was brutal. Seemingly enjoying every ounce of pain he inflicted. He came just as hard. Each thrust turning into a body slam as he reached an orgasm. Emptying into you. You had hoped you were done. That he was done.

The drug still coursing thick through his body though he wasn’t. Grabbing you up by your throat and shoving you onto the bed. You muttered another plea but he ignored that one too. Flipping you onto your stomach. Securing both hands in one wrist behind your back as he eased himself in again. It somehow was a tighter fit. Making you squeeze your eyes shut and cry out again as he continues. Grabbing your hair with his other hand and yanking it back.

His grip on your wrist was painful. When he leans forward and bites your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood you screamed. Which he returned with a loud moan.

“That’s right. Scream for me.” He says through a wave of pleasure. You don’t know when you went into shock. When you seemed to freeze. Not that it kept him any less brutal. Doing anything to get a reaction from you. Putting you in any and every position he could think of. Jackhammering into you like his life depended on it.

It did.

You lost count of how many hours this seemed to go on for. By the time he was spent- unable to go on any longer you were long exhausted. Your body hurt everywhere and you were barely able to breathe without pain.

Filled with his cum that leaked out of you. Bruises forming and a blood vessel in your eye had popped from the pressure of when he choked you almost to the brink of death. Making the white of your left eye red with the trapped blood.

Passing out on the floor of the bedroom when he let you go and you tried to get away from him only to drop a foot away. He didn’t go to you. He crashed just as hard on the bed.

He woke up first. A pounding headache. His chest hurt. He sits up confused. Disoriented. When the fuck did they get to the safe house? When the fuck did he go to sleep? Why does he not remember anything right now?

He gets up, dizzy and his first thought.

Where is she? Is she okay? What’s bloody happened?

He sees you on the floor bloodied. Bruised. Naked. His eyes widening in horror as he runs to your side. As soon as he touched your shoulder to stir you you woke up. Seeing him. You freak out. Obviously. Backing up from him only to hit the wall.

“No no love, it’s me. It’s okay okay” he tried to soothe

“Stay the fuck away from me” you screeched

“Love, it’s me. I’m not going to hurt you. Jesus baby what the fuck happened?” He asks, the question confused you but you just shook your head. “Who did this to you?”

You furrow your brows.

“You did” you hiss.

His heart sinks. Suddenly the memories start flooding back to him and it’s almost like he’s watching himself as a spectator. He shakes his head.

“No- no I wouldn’t- no” he says refusing to believe even his own memories. Because he would never hurt you. He could never hurt YOU.

He kept his distance from you. Trying to explain from at least 5 feet away that he didn’t understand what happened. That he would never do such a thing. That he feels like something else took over. You didn’t know what to believe. This man that you had never seen this emotion from was crying in front of you trying to understand why he didn’t it.

You got the radio call Exvil was on the way. You didn’t want to stay here. He tried to offer to help you up seeing you struggling to even stand but you denied him. Telling him once again to stay the fuck away from you. You got on your ruined pants, wincing when the fabric touches your skin as everything was bruised and sore.

He kept his distance the whole way to Exvil too. Still trying to peace everything together. Even on the way back to base. He never once looked at you. Just kept his head down at his own hands. Wondering how they could have given such violence to someone he loved without his permission. As soon as you get back to base and saw Price you ran to him. Hugging him tightly for the comfort you needed. He took your face in his hands and almost immediately he knew what had happened. The tears streaming down your face broke his heart but tears streaming down Ghost’s ripped it out.

He explained it to you both in medical. While you were being treated for a concussion and multiple scrapes and stitches somewhere you didn’t want stitches.

“SP06. Sex pollen. Nasty strand of it. Instead of the usual distracting soldiers with the need to fuck something or someone or else their heart gives out. To something that takes over completely. Makes the victims violent. Animals. Tear each other apart to get it out if their systems. Our intel told us they wouldn’t have it there. Just the research for it. Or I never would have sent you two together” he explains you were numb. Staring off in front of you while Ghost tries to battle with himself.

He had done it. Regardless of the drug he had done something he made a point to never do. After everything he had been victim to. He never wanted to make anyone else a victim. And he had. To the person he wanted to protect the most.

You couldn’t stay mad at him. Knowing it wasn’t his choice but you also couldn’t look at him ever again. Months going by and you couldn’t be in the same room as him for very long. Couldn’t look at him. When he spoke to you it made your skin crawl. You left the task force after 5 months. Unable to stand being around him. He was never the same after that night either. He was cold. He was almost silent completely except for when he needed to speak for the job or to price. Aside from that the man was mute. His dreams filled with memories of that night that woke him with a cold sweat and an ache in his chest.

He couldn’t get the sight of you in that corner out of his head. Bruised wrists, neck, face, thighs. Bleeding and tears streaking down your face. The split in your eyebrow. The way you spoke to him. It haunted him everytime he closed his eyes.

In his eyes. He ruined both of you. He hoped you got the help you needed. That you at some point could live a happy life. He felt he didn’t deserve much of that. For all he cared. He could drown in it.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 8

Look at you lucky ducks! Two WIP Wednesday excerpts today! I'm afraid you won't be able to get used to it. Going forward I may update each fic on alternating weeks. I have a busy few months coming up if everything goes to plan and could use the buffer in case I can't get much writing done. We'll see, though.

I'm going to start leaving a fic summary at the beginning of every excerpt in case people find this in the wild and want to know what they're getting into.

Summary: Danny is finally going to meet Jazz's boyfriend Jason. At Jason's family's mansion. He spent weeks making sure he could have an evening off of any Ghost King business. But when he meets Jason on the steps of the mansion, he can barely pay attention to the guy because his focus is on the ghost of the dead Robin hanging off his shoulders. Who is very happy to find someone who can actually see him.

Word Count: 1.4k

First, Previous

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“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Tim and Barbara’s typing seemed to get faster. And then a pair of pixie boots and legs settled on the table next to his plate. He looked up and met Robin’s eyes.

Robin reached out an poked Danny on the nose. He gave a little trill of safe, friends drawing a smile out of Danny.

At the same time, Duke exclaimed, “That’s why you have a crown!”

And Steph said, “Okay, I may be out of the loop, but what the hell are the Infinite Realms?”

Damian snorted. “Aren’t you too young to be a king of anything?”

Danny half stood. “Look, do you want to go spar or something? Is that why you keep picking fights? Because we can do that. Fighting is good for young liminals. But I really don’t think this is the time or place.”

Jazz groaned and dragged him back into his seat. “Stop it, Danny. You’re on Earth right now.” Speaking over Danny’s protests, she explained to Damian, “We wish. Managed to get them to delay until he turned eighteen at least, but his grandfather wouldn’t let us wait any longer than that.”

Danny let the fight drop, but he did notice how Damian’s grip on his spoon tightened. Looked like they would be having that spar tonight if Damian had anything to say about it. Still, Jazz was right and he had to follow human customs on Earth so he bumped his sister’s shoulder and spoke to her instead. “You know as well as I do that he would’ve if it was possible. But thanks to Pariah, there are things that haven’t been done in a thousand years and it’s been causing so many problems.”

“Steph,” said Barbara. “The Infinite Realms are the spaces between universes according to Constantine. His documentation states that the Realm’s inhabitants are all incredibly overpowered and should not be approached under any circumstances. Just one being can evade all methods of capture with standard supplies.”

Jazz nodded. “And our parents dedicated their lives to building a portal to the Infinite Realms, or the Ghost Zone as they call it, and destroying all ghosts.”

“By ‘ghosts,’” asked Bruce, “Do you mean beings from these Infinite Realms?”

Jazz nodded. “Yes. Most beings from the Infinite Realms come into being when a living creature dies in a traumatic way, with a lot of emotion, or near a large source of ectoplasm. Usually some combination of all three.”

Both Tim and Bruce tried to ask further questions, but Jason’s voice cut in over theirs. “Jazz, when you say your parents wanted to ‘destroy all ghosts,’ did they stop after Danny’s accident?” Jason’s question did, at least, cause silence to fall as everyone stared at the two siblings.

Jazz looked down and gripped the tablecloth tightly, jaw clenched. Now it was Danny’s turn to lay a comforting hand over hers.

“No,” Danny said. “They didn’t. They didn’t know what happened for several years and when they found out… Well, there’s a reason I can’t use their last name and Jazz won’t call them ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ anymore. But”—Danny clapped his hands—“this is a great segway into what is actually important. Does the Justice League know about the Guys in White? More formally known as the Ghost Investigation Ward? Or even just GIW?”

“That name is unfamiliar to me,” said Bruce.

Tim agreed. “Babs and I aren’t seeing anything in the JL databases.”

Even Robin just shrugged.

Danny didn’t expect the jolt of pain that sent through his chest and Jazz turned their hands around until they were gripping each other’s hands with more force than any baseline human would’ve been able to.

“I told you, Danny. They didn’t know. They didn’t know.” Her eyes were wet, but she forced a shaky smile. “You could’ve had help.”

Danny just shook his head. “Even if I had believed they didn’t know… Without meeting them, without knowing how many of their own were in danger, I would’ve never trusted them. Too many people rely on me for me to risk it.”

“Care to enlighten the rest of us?” asked Dick. His posture was relaxed, but his voice had an edge that hadn’t been there earlier.

Robin nodded from where he sat staring at Danny. He sent out a questioning Danger? pulse at Danny.

“Yeah, danger,” agreed Danny. “Barbara, Tim, if I give you a law code number, can you pull up the law I’m referring to?”

“Of course,” agreed Barbara. “Just a moment… And shoot.”

Danny gave them the code for the Anti-Ecto Acts. “The Guys in White are the government agency responsible for enforcing the Anti-Ecto Acts which classify all ‘ectoplasmic entities’”—he made the air quotes—“as non-sentient and non-sapient and excludes us from the metahuman protection acts.”

“What the fuck!” shouted Duke.

Next to Danny, Dick suddenly was sitting up tense. “That’s impossible.”

“The league would’ve noticed such an act being passed,” said Damian, though he didn’t look as sure as his words would seem.

Cass merely tilted her head and looked at him while Steph choked on her drink.

Bruce looked to Tim and Barbara. “Is this true?” he asked them.

Robin pointed to himself and mouthed the word ‘Me?’ at Danny.

“I’m afraid so. And Bruce, Cass, Steph, and Damian as well.”

Dick’s spluttering got louder. “How are they all in danger?” he demanded to know.

Before Danny could reply, Tim was speaking. “It’s all true. And far worse than Danny implied. Not only are ecto-entities not protected by the metahuman protection laws, but they are to be actively hunted and turned over to the GIW for experimentation and extermination and anyone who assists them is declared guilty of treason.”

“When did they pass?” asked Bruce.

“Four years ago,” said Barbara. “While Luthor was president. They were hidden in some laws about green energy.”

“Ghost are made of ectoplasm,” explained Jazz. “Ectoplasm is a fantastic energy source.”

“It happened a few months after I defeated the previous king but before my coronation,” added Danny.

“Why do you think myself, Damian, Cass, Stephanie, and Jason will be targeted by this Ghost Investigation Ward?”

“It’ll be easier to show you.” Danny reached down and pulled up his bag. The thing was made in Pandora’s realm and was bigger on the inside. Once open, it took him a moment to find what he was looking for. He could see Robin signing to the group next to him. “Here we are,” Danny said as he pulled out three devices. “These are all different ectoplasm detection devices. One is my own design, one is the Guys in White’s design, and one is my parent’s design. I’ll show you mine first because it’s the best.”

“Might be a dumb question,” started Dick, “but what the hell is ectoplasm?”

“So you know how all the elements in this universe came about from nuclear fusion of hydrogen in the cores of stars?” asked Danny. When most everyone nodded, he continued, “In the Infinite Realms, that base element is ectoplasm. But there’s no need for a star to transform it into anything else. It will mold to the shape any consciousness that interacts with it wants. When sentient creatures slip through, either by a portal or through death or any other means, they shape the part of the Realm they’re in to their will. The stronger the ghost, the larger the area they control.” Holding out his hands, Danny called forth a ball of ectoplasm, shaping it into a glowing-green ice duck. “Something like this,” he commented grinning around the table.

Only to be met with horrified looks as most of the table were staring at his hands with distrust. Damian had his knife out again. Jason, his gun with the other arm held protectively in front of Jazz. Bruce was standing and Cass tense.

“What’s wrong?” asked Danny. “It’s just an ice duck sculpture. Completely harmless.”

Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

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Next

Challenge: Stay on one topic for more than two sentences.

Outcome: Failed.

They keep getting side tracked with more questions. And Danny still hasn't had a bite of his pie. This evening will never be over.

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[asterr1sk]

i have a txt req as well hehe, could u do a idol soobin x med student reader??? it can be sfw headcanons or sfw oneshot, anything really i just wanna feed my delusions lolol

a/n: i'm sorry if this is inaccurate but i hope you find it cute <33 kinda went wild,, did headcanons and a drabble

idol! soobin x med student! reader

both of you might not have a lot of time for each other, but whenever you do, soobin does his best to plan for your dates (you feel guilty cuz you think it should be you making the plans, but he insists on it)

it's a cycle, really; he does something for you. in return, you also do the same, and vice versa

you guys both know that you do different things, and understand the difficulty it comes with

he lets you do med practices on him,,

yk a pretend patient, and if he needs to lie down, i'm pretty sure he sleeps (you just let him sleep with bandages on and take weird pictures, then send them to his members too)

he saw you holding a syringe once and almost ran out; you had to reassure him that you were not going to take anything from him

oh and if it's a roleplay, HE WILL ACT and gets flustered (of course his face needs to be covered in the video)

he will do anything for you

when he comes home from practicing, you might see some wounds and bruises. he says it's fine, but you ARE a med student; of course you will tend to it

he can't pretend if he starts feeling ill

you randomly start saying medical terms to him, like anatomy, and he gets confused, but it's just your way of memorizing

so he just stands there while you point to some parts

omggg when you go to the library, he WILL reach for the books you need and carry them even though they're very heavy why are the books so huge

he thought you couldn't attend the concert cuz you were busy

but when he saw you holding a banner with his name on it, he smiled so wide

a fan took a perfect picture of that moment and it became famous within the fandom

omfg imagine seeing that and knowing you were the reason he smiled so much i'll fucking melt

you studied until late at night, and he kept scolding you to sleep. it didn't work, so he sat next to you with a drink he made for you. in the end, he still slept, and you took it as a sign to actually take a rest. you woke him, and he got surprised, making you laugh at him. 

"we should actually sleep on the bed now," you told him, and he wrapped you in a hug and carried you to your shared bed. "soobin, i still haven't washed up. let go." 

"yeah, you stink." he lets go of you, and you slapped him then went to the bathroom. "be fast with it! i miss you already!" he screamed.

you were finally done, and you saw him with a blanket on, hugging your plush. you removed the plush from his arms and replaced it with yourself, your back on his chest. he snuggled into your neck and kissed it.

"goodnight, y/n."

[mncxbe]

Chuuya where he and reader have their two year anniversary, and Chuuya was hoping to get a bit freaky, but readers on their period so they end up feeling really bad, apologising profusely and telling him how she doesn't mind giving him a blowjob or a hand job (basically reader is incredibly concerned that Chuuya will think less of them to the point where they almost have a panic attack)

szhshdjs yes!! tbh I love this idea anon hope you enjoy♡

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10:38 P.M

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆��

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: girl problems/ fluff♡

26th August. A slow, hot breeze washed over the city; glowing buildings and billboards, car lights and lampposts keeping the dark of the night off of the busy streets. It was 11 p.m and you were walking home with your partner, arm snaked under his.

"Did you enjoy dinner, my darling?" he asked in a sweet voice as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple; a feathery kiss.

"Very much. The food was amazing and oh my that tart I had for dessert? Chef's kiss, it was delicious" you giggled as you tightened your grip on his arm. "Too bad you didn't want any, you dunno what you missed"

Chuya let out a low chuckle, his watercolour eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. "Aw darling don't worry. I'll have my dessert at home" he said with a wink.

Anticipation bubbled up inside your core upon hearing his words; oh you knew what your boyfriend had in store for you that night and you couldn't wait for it.

Once home, his lips were on yours. Tugging at the laced hem of your dress he whispered, hot breath fanning over your parted lips:

"How about you go get dolled up for me? Put on that red set I got you last week ok? I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

With that and a playful wink he stepped away, leaving you craving for his touch and affections. You didn't waste a moment to rush to the bathroom and take off your dress; but just as you were about to unhook your bra a wave of nausea washed over you.

"Oh shit. No, no, no don't tell me-" you mumbled under your breath as you slid off your underwear only to find a stain of red, gooey liquid on it. A loud groan rolled off your lips and you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back.

Tonight was ruined. The perfect night your loving boyfriend so carefully planned for your anniversary was going to shit because of your damn period. Why couldn't it wait just one more day? You opened your eyes, gazing at the stainless ceiling.

As you stood there motionless, feeling the warm blood slowly dripping down your thighs frustration built up inside you. Your mind went back to all the late nights when Chuya came back from work utterly exhausted; it wasn't like he was in no mood for sex, he was just too tired to satisfy your needs. Still, he promised that he'll make this night memorable for you, that he'll give you everything you wanted and more and was so excited for it. And now... that couldn't happen anymore. Not on the first day of your period when blood leaked out of you like you were Niagara Falls.

But maybe you could still make it work somehow, at least for him. You couldn't let him down like that.

You quickly washed yourself, took a clean pair of underwear from drawer under the sink and strapped a tampon to it before slipping into a tight pair of shorts which showed off your curves. It wasn't what Chuya wanted to see you in but it'll have to work.

Gathering all the confidence and courage you had left you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way to the bedroom. Your boyfriend was seated at the foot of the cushioned bed, legs slightly spread. His hat and vest had been discarded on the armchair on the other side of the room and he was answering some texts. When he saw you come closer a cocky smirk rose to his lips and he set the phone down, motioning you to come to him.

"Look at you darling. We haven't even started our fun and you're already disobeying me?" he chuckled, pointing at your outfit.

A rosy blush tinted your cheeks upon hearing his remark. "I think I look better in this, don't you agree?" you said, tone faking confidence, as you straddled him.

"Sure princess. You look fabulous in whatever you wear."

His calloused hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you lower against his erection and you tried not to cringe when you felt the cotton of your pad press against your core.

The next moment his mouth was on your neck, teeth lightly grazing your skin as he traced feathery kisses along it. Each little whimper of pleasure that rolled off your lips only fueled your boyfriend's desire and his hands soon found their way under the wristband of your shorts.

"Take these off for me, will you?" he whispered in a ragged voice; the lustful tone sending shivers down your spine.

Your heart started beating faster as anxiety took over you.

"How about I treat you tonight?" you said as you slowly slid off his lap and sunk to your knees between his legs. Pushing his thighs further apart you pulled down his zipper, but Chuya's hand gently seized your chin, making you look up to him.

"My, my princess you sure are eager. But I want to make tonight all about you so be a good girl and come back on my lap"

"No Chu. I want this, ok?"

A shadow of sadness passed your boyfriend's expression as he spoke again; his fingers gently stroking your cheek.

"I don't wanna rush things dear. Let's take it easy we have the whole night ahead of us and I wanna make you feel good first. It's all I want."

His words were like a punch to the gut; a reminder that you couldn't give him what he needed tonight, that you'd disappoint and ruin his evening.

He tried to get you back on your feet and onto the mattress but you broke down crying, tears spilling from your reddened eyes like raindrops.

"Hey are you okay? What happened love?" asked the redhead as he hurriedly took a seat next to you, cradling you in his arms.

"Look darling I'm sorry if you don't wanna do it tonight it's fine. I don't mind it. I just want you to be happy and-"

"I got my period Chu." you suddenly cut him off, your words slurred due to your desperate sobs "I'm sorry I didn't wanna ruin the mood tonight. I know you wanted this a lot but I... I'm sorry. I can still give you head tho? Or whatever else you wanna just not sex. I'm sorry darling. Are you mad at me?"

His lips curled in a soft smile as he gently pat your head, shushing you.

Chuya was silent for a moment, taking in your pained expression; mascara ran down your wet cheeks and your lips quivered with each word your spoke. But what hurt him the most was the sad look in your eyes.

"Why on earth would I be mad at you for that?" he chuckled lightly "But you should've told me sooner. You know sex is not the only thing I want from you, darling. We can just watch a movie tonight and I'll be happy. I just wanna spend time with you."

His reassuring words made you cry even harder but he held you until you felt better. After you managed to regain your breath, your tear-glazed eyes met his again and you burst out laughing.

"I'm really an idiot sometimes, aren't I?" you sniffled

"Sure you are babe. Now go and take off your makeup while I prepare a movie for us. One of those sappy romantic comedies you love so much. I'll get us some popcorn too"

You nodded eagerly and got off the floor, slowly making your way towards the bathroom. When you reached the bedroom door you turned around, gazing at your boyfriend.

"Hey Chu?"

"Yea princess?"

"Just so you know" you said with a playful smile on your face as your gaze lowered to his erection. "My offer still stands if you need help with that later"

[hopefulromances]

Hi!! I love your writing so much!!

When I saw number 5 on your Drabbles list all I could think of was the team trying to figure out what’s going on with reader and Jamie and coming to the most wild conclusions like they did with Zava and Trent LMAO

AHH! This means so so much to me! Thank you!

I love this prompt so I hope you enjoy!

5. “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

Colin and Isaac peaked around the corner to stare down the hall as (Y/N) walked up the stairs. Surely she was going back and forth between offices, delievering messages and what not for Rebecca.

Since she'd come on the team as Rebecca's personal assistant, everything at Richmond had run smoother. (Y/N) was some kind of assistant extrodinare, memorizing Rebecca's needs in an instant and helping her to focus on the really important things.

She'd also fit right in with the Greyhounds. While her extreme A-Typer personality was intimidating at first but soon they warmed up to her and she softened for them.

But what was really getting the boys in a tizzle recently was her somewhat odd behavior around one certain Greyhound. Jamie Tartt always seemed to be missing right around the time that (Y/N) took her breaks, and during lunch, the both of them would disappear all together.

But the team was not one to back away from a mystery and made it their job to figure out exactly what was going on between the two of them. Right now, Colin and Isaac were on (Y/N) duty.

"What chu lookin' at?"

Jamie's voice from behind them caused Colin to jump, hitting his head on Isaac's chin. The two men cursed and grabbed their respective body parts.

"Fuck! Why'd you sneak up on us like that, bruv?" Isaac groaned, rubbing his chin.

"I didn't do nuthin'!" Jamie defended, walking over to sit in front of his locker. "It was you twos who were being weird."

Colin frowned as he rubbed his forehead, a red mark appearing right in the middle. "We weren't doing anything, were we Isaac?"

"Nope, nothin.'"

Jamie shrugged and whipped out his phone. Isaac looked down at Colin and nudged his head in Jamie's direction.

"So, Jamie!" Colin opened, standing up.

"Colin, I've told ya a million times, you don't need to keep askin me to use my lynx, just take it," Jamie dismissed, messing around with a filter on instagram.

"No, that's not- wait really?"

"Obviously."

Colin nodded, happy with this information. Isaac grunted, reminding Colin of the ask at hand. "Oh! I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today. Roy told us about this new Kebab place down the road."

"If it's got anything to do with that old fart, I'm not interested," Jamie responded, standing up to grab his fanny pack.

"Oh, so you have plans then?" Isaac interjected, his gaze burning into an oblivious Jamie.

"Uh, yah? Eat lunch?" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Get away from you, twats for five minutes."

"Where are you goin then?" Colin boxed Jamie in. Isaac on one side of Jamie, Colin on the other. Jamie frowned at him, before nudging him out of the way.

"None of your fucking business, is it boyo?"

With that, Jamie was off down the hallway, walking past the same stairs the (Y/N) had climbed just a few minutes prior. Isaac and Colin looked at each other for a second before racing off down the hallway. They reached the boot room where seemingly the rest of the team was waiting.

When they entered the room, they were bombarded with questions flying at them.

"What did you learn?"

"Are they getting lunch together?"

"What lynx does Jamie have now?"

Isaac let out a bark to silence the crowd.

"Jamie didn't take the Kebab bait!" Isaac grunted, crossing his arms. "But he also wouldn't tell us where he was going."

"AH! So (Y/N)/Jamie lives," Dani exclaimed, looking around in exctiement.

He was met with shouts of disapproval and outrage.

"There is NO way that (Y/N) and Jamie are together," Bumbercatch argued. "(Y/N) is just too serious for him."

"Exactly, that's why it's clear they are starting a side hustle!" Jan Maas stated, raising his hand. "We should look to support them in their endeavors."

Again, there was cries of outrage as the boys all shouted their theories of what was going on with the two.

"Jamie is looking for a surrogate!"

"(Y/N) is his long lost sister!"

"She was actually hired to be Jamie's nanny to make sure he doesn't get into anymore trouble."

The theories went on, each more outrageous than the last. Unbeknownst to them, unoticed in the corner was Will. He'd been in there the whole time. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

...

(Y/N)'s phone lit up in the cupholder between her and Jamie. Jamie was driving down the road, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. He had a hand on the wheel and the other was rubbing up and down her thigh gently.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed her phone, letting out a giggle as she read his message.

"'the boys are properly distracted, have a good lunch' smiley face'" She read out, leaning over to show Jamie the photo of the boys arguing.

Jamie chuckled, glancing down at the phone. "Idiots, they're all idiots."

(Y/N) planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek before leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, but so are you."

Jamie smiled, content at the though of being (Y/N)'s idiot.

Hope you enjoyed!

[queers-gambit]

Can you please write something where the reader (the same reader in your series) is spending memorable time with her grand sire and he asks her “will I be remembered as a good king”. 🥺

oh, my heart! yes, my love, this was too good to pass on and i need a bit of a reprieve from my life. thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i do you justice!!

note: it got a way angstier than anticipated and i'm sorry, but i promise it works, and there's "plenty" of fluff.

3 Times He Didn't, 1 Time He Did

prompt: by day, she's the attentive granddaughter Viserys deserves in his failing years, and by night, she and her husband wipe away each other's tears.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader and grandfather!Viserys x Velaryon!granddaughter!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.9k

note: this can be considered part of the [ WPMP series ]

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. lmfao it has smut, too, 'cause why the fuck not? author projects really, really, really hard. broken family dynamics. mild violence. half edited. ❗️PLEASE NOTE ❗️- this story will contain certain details about the emotional turmoil pertaining to caring for ailing family members. please, value your self-comfort and do not engage if this topic triggers you. i love you, i empathize deeply your pain, and there is no shame in scrolling away. sometimes self-love is the realest love.

The room was quiet, soft in the early morning before the sun rose and anyone had time to wake-up and ruin the peace. Your head was left on your husband's bare chest, snuggled in the crook of his neck while one of his calloused fingertips traced over your skin in light patterns. One of your hands laid against his breast, gently raking your fingernails around his nipple as your eyes had trouble focusing due to the burn for sleep.

Aemond sighed deeply and tightened his arm so you were pulled closer to let his lips press against your forehead. Peaking up to gaze over porcelain skin, you smiled and reached to caress his jaw, asking, "What're your plans for today, my love?"

"I've lessons all bloody morning, training this afternoon," he mused, "and perhaps, dinner with my wife this evening?"

"Are you asking me?" You cooed gently.

"I am," he chuckled. "Whatcha say? Hmm?"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you, love," you promised with a whisper, "I shall find you later in the day, yes?"

He nodded, hand tight over your hip, "And your plans? For today?"

"Oh," you smiled gently, "um, well, I was to visit Alicent for tea and breakfast, then... Well... Okay, look, just promise you won't get upset."

"Depends," he spoke honestly, "how bad is it?"

"Well, it's not bad, per se," you worried gently, unable to meet his eyes so you just nuzzled closer into his neck, "but it might make you feel something."

"'S all right, pet, just tell me," he nodded, cheek grazing your forehead.

"I'm visiting with Viserys today," you spoke softly. "Your Mother told me he had requested to see me - "

"He doesn't name names anymore," Aemond pulled back to stare down at you incredulously. "My love, you thought I'd be upset that Father has asked to see you? By name? No, no, my sweet girl," he smirked gently, reaching to caress your jaw and cheek, "that's something akin to a miracle."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, love," he nodded but dropped the smile in confusion. "What did he call upon you for?" He guided your head back to his chest, making you sigh lightly as you both relaxed once more.

"Alicent did not list specifics, only that he wanted to see me."

"Hmm."

"I'll tell you what he speaks of, but in truth, I worry he'll forget about his request by the time I arrive."

"If he does, I'm sure seeing you will still brighten his day," Aemond cradled you closer in his arms. "Surely, you brighten my days, my sweet girl."

You chuckled, feigning annoyance as you stretched against him, "I forget how clingy you are in the mornings."

"We're both going to be busy today, pet. Let me savor these last moments before we are both exhausted from the day."

You hummed, reaching to hold his cheek and nuzzle your nose up his as your chests pressed together. "Well, who could say no to that?" You breathed, leaning in to kiss his lips slowly. His arm constricted around you as the other shot up to hold your own cheek, smoothing skin under his thumb. "We should rise," you whispered.

"We've time," he promised, moving to lay you on your back to hover over you. His unbound silver locks cascaded around his shoulders, hanging to gently tickle your skin as his hands grabbed at the meat of your hips and waist, slowly dragging up. You quickly reached for him, bringing him in closer as your thighs squeezed around his hips to keep him anchored. His lips moved with yours in a searing kiss and the moment a hand seized the meat of your breast, you both moaned as his bare cock twitched to life against your moistening cunt.

"Oh," you gasped when he started to dryly hump into you, just feeling your wet heat; your body; the way you felt under his hands. "Love, I-I... Shit."

"What do you want, my love?" He purred against your lips, still just teasing you justly; hips swirling to smear the gathering wetness. "C'mon, tell your husband, pretty girl, you know I love pleasing you."

Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth to hold in the slew of purely animalistic, wanton moans. "I just want you," you managed to whisper, trying to preserve some dignity. "All of you, Aemond," you smirked gently, reaching for him again, "and maybe if we're lucky, our efforts will not be in vain. Hmm? Maybe this time will stick."

"Surely," he mused, swooping in to press another kiss to your lips while grabbing a handful of your bottom to encourage you to move slowly with him. Sure, the pair of you had gone a few rounds the night before but in truth, you often craved sex when your cycle was soon to start - and your husband lived to please you.

He had no trouble then settling one of your legs out with a hand locked to the back of your knee, keeping the other leg close on his hip as he guided his stiff cock into your cunt. No foreplay needed, you were ashamed to admit you might've woken with a slick between your legs; and for some reason, his light touches that morning had made your spine tingle. Aemond seethed gently as he pushed further into your tightness, securing his hands over you - sure to leave bruises behind - and letting his forehead drop to yours.

His moans and groans were music to your ears, the only thing you wanted to hear the rest of your life.

You felt like you were slowly being spit in two but in a deceivingly pleasurable way. You clung to your husband with tight hands, encouraging him to drop into your neck as his hips rutted against yours. His balls were pressed against you with every painstakingly slow stroke, both of your mouths open to brush your lips together and breathe as one.

"Oh, oh, Gods, wow, okay, fuck-fuck-fuck," you whined when Aemond had to readjust to better thrust into you as his orgasm was quickly mounting, caring little for your own as you craved his seed in your womb. Though, you weren't opposed to the mounting pleasure that coiled in your stomach.

A faster tempo was met just as a knock at the door sounded - making you gasp lightly.

"Ignore them," Aemond panted above you. "I've got you, Princess, focus on me. Just on me - fucking look at me."

You nodded with another breathless whine, holding his neck as he let his lips meet yours; pushing his tongue into your mouth to sloppily slide together with yours as teeth gently knocked around from his frantic ministrations.

There was another fucking knock.

"FUCK OFF!" Aemond snapped, glaring at the door; silver locks swinging as he never faltered in his thrusting. The gushing squelching sounds filled the tense air around you, your giggle following after.

"C'mon, love," you whispered with a smirk, reaching to caress his stones and give a light (but increasingly tightening) squeeze. His head snapped back to look at you, picking up his pace mindlessly. "Please, put a baby in me, Aemond, please. I need it."

"Yes," he grunted, "it'll take this time, I know it," he panted, thrusting into you harder so your hand had to let go to let his balls slap into your moist center. "Keep makin' those pretty fucking noises, pet, c'mon, please," Aemond smirked, licking at your lips, "know they drive me fuckin' crazy, hmm? C'mon, my love, make me a Daddy." When your pupils dilated, he repeated in a hiss, "Make me a fucking Daddy."

Aemond, usually a man of little words, loved to hear your voice above all others and liked to surprise you with his surprisingly suave dirty talk. So, after a flash on insecurity, you were encouraging him harder, faster, your thumb hooked in his mouth as you reminded him only he could make you feel this way, and that if he wanted to be a Daddy, he had to fill you to the brim. He was so close and one more surprise squeeze of his stones had him cumming in your cunt with a shout.

"Oh, fuck," you panted, nodding at him as he tried to sit back but couldn't. So, with reluctance, he pulled out only to crash into your side, panting lightly against the crook of your neck. You happily snuggled closer before he was perking up to grab a set of pillows and insist you lift your hips. He had you lay down with it under you after hearing rumor it would help his seed take to your womb easier.

Gravity and shit.

It was a blissful few seconds before the knocking at the door sounded yet again, Amira shouting, "Are you both quite done, yet!? Fuck's sake! Some of us have responsibilities to attend to!"

"Oh, for the love of the Gods! We're seeing to our marital responsibilities, Mira, fuck off for a few more hours!"

"I know you're not talking to me like that, boy! I don't care you're a Prince, you can still - "

"Hey, okay, come in, Amira! Cut it out!" You called back with a chuckle, pulling the sheets closer to you both to save her from seeing more than she wanted (or needed) to. When she stepped in with a glare, you laughed, "Are you quite done, yet?"

"Tell him to behave," she slitted her eyes.

"Behave," you mused to Aemond, knocking your hand back to his chest - making him scoff in humor.

She sighed, "Well, do I come back or what? Are you ready to get your day started, or not, Princess?"

"Sun's not even up, Mira," you whined, head crashing to the arm Aemond had under you.

"Viserys wakes early and naps early," she shrugged. "You're also to take tea with the Queen, so, uh, get up."

"Surely you can give us an hour to rest," Aemond refuted.

"Or getting up now would mean riding your sleepless-high only to go to bed early tonight," she shot back.

You groaned, "She has a point."

Aemond sighed, leaning in to let you peck his lips before watching you climb from bed - bare as the day you entered this world. He watched you get ready from the safety of the bedsheets, bidding you a good day when you meant to leave his side. With a small pout, you whispered you loved him and would find him for dinner, hearing him hum in agreement before you kissed him in parting.

After you met with Alicent that morning to break your fast together, you let her escort you to her husband's chambers. She warned you, as she always did, that Viserys' mind and body was deteriorating; watching you nod in understanding before opening the doors.

When you slowly entered, Viserys was very much awake, but only offered a cautious, confused look. "Alicent?" He asked nervously.

"Good morning, Lord husband," she greeted softly, laying a hand to your back. "You know your granddaughter, Y/N, don't you?"

"I have a granddaughter?" He whispered through a haggard breath.

You frowned, "Yes, Grandfather, my name is Y/N... My mother is Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, my child," he smiled, eye only half-open. "My daughter."

"Yes, I am Rhaenyra's daughter," you softly explained. "I'm your granddaughter."

"Oh," he breathed, "that is good."

"Yes," you whispered, slowly stepping towards his bedside. When you sat beside him and took his withering hand in your own, you couldn't help but whisper, "Don't you know me?"

But he didn't answer.

"Why don't you read to him, sweet girl?" Alicent offered, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes.

You nodded and fought down your emotion. She handed you an old, leather-bound book; waiting until you started reading the passage to vacate the room. It was where you remained for a time, and when the Maester's came in, Viserys visibly tensed.

"No, no," he refused Milk of the Poppy, "I don't want to sleep, I want to listen. Th-This sweet girl is reading to me."

You frowned slightly before nodding to the Maesters, "Leave it, I will make sure he has a dose if the pain exceeds his comfort."

"Of course, Princess."

You continued reading, and to your surprise, Viserys even asked a question or two. When tea was brought in, he let you help him sit up in bed and ask, "Do you want to sit in your chair, Grandfather?"

"Oh," he panted, "n-no."

"Okay," you agreed. "Do you want your tea?"

"Please... An-And would you read to me again?"

"Of course," you nodded, holding the back of his head to help him take a sip of the tepid drink. "Do you want the same story? Or a new one?"

"Same one," he nodded, eye slowly drooping. You frowned, gulping down your emotion at the sight of his depleting energy.

You took your position again, and read from the same book. You would watch him on occasion, slowly realizing his energy was depleting. "Grandfather," you stood to your feet, "it's time for your medicine."

"Is it?"

"Yes," you nodded, glancing out the window, "it's almost sundown, do you want to eat something first?"

"Oh... Perhaps?"

"Okay," you smiled, knowing he didn't eat all day from lack of appetite. "Okay, good, do you want anything special, Grandfather?"

His head shook and you nodded, leaning in to kiss his wrinkled forehead, promising to be back in a minute. You easily located a handmaiden and told her to fetch the King his supper - watching her head off before returning to Viserys' side.

"Do I know you?" He asked, being the one to take your hand. "Your face is a familiar one."

"Yes," you nodded, thinking he knew you, "yes, yes, Granddad, it's me. It-It's me - it's Y/N."

"Y/N? No, I-I don't think so. Y/N is on Dragonstone. Where she belongs."

"No, Granddaddy, it is me," you whispered, squeezing his hand, "I've been here, in the Red Keep - and I'm here with you, now. It's your Y/N, it's me, Granddaddy, please..." Your voice broke with desperation.

He was quiet for a few beats, making you think he might've dozed off, but then he asked, "Y/N? You know my Y/N?"

"I am your Y/N. Granddaddy... Please."

"No, I don't think you are."

You sighed, "Okay, all right. Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," he considered, "yes, I think so. Are you the new nurse?"

"Sure," you agreed, knowing sometimes, it was easier to agree with what his mind told him instead of trying to change it. "I'm here to help you."

He nodded, "Thank you. Not everyone is so gentle."

You frowned, "They are rough with you?"

"Maybe not as nice as I'd like," he admitted. Your heart cracked down the middle.

When his dinner was brought in, you made sure to lay a cloth napkin across his chest before spooning bits of stewed vegetables into his mouth. A bit of ground of chicken with rice, too; side of smashed apples with it; all of which he accepted with little fight.

As the sun slowly sank, you handed off the plates and platters to the handmaiden before pouring Viserys' medicine in a small chalice. Again, you held the back of his neck to then tip the drink over his tongue, and when you laid him back, his eye was already closed.

"Would you come back...? Tomorrow?" Viserys wheezed, voice dialed to a meek whisper.

"Of course," you promised. "Goodnight, Grandfather. I love you."

He did not respond because he did not know you - but you didn't mind. You were used to this by now, his flighty memory. At least he could remember your mother, his daughter, Rhaenyra, and his wife, Alicent; though, his other children were lost to his mind.

When you moved through the castle, you felt your emotions bubbling like hot stew in your stomach. Forgetting your promise to seek your husband, you ventured to your rooms instead; slamming the door shut and letting the sobs overtake you as you only truly meant to only take 20 minutes to regroup and get your shit together. You just wanted to be alone, digest all that had happened; all you felt.

It's where Aemond found you about an hour later, your form already changed for bed; nestled under a blanket on the floor before the fire you had stoked to life by yourself. His brow furrowed, slowly approaching you as if a skittish deer; asking gently, "Love?"

You sniffled, glancing up at him, "Oh, uh," your eyes cast back to the fire, "did I miss our engagement?"

"Well, yes, but that's all right," he took a seat beside you. "Something happen today, my sweet? Why the tears?"

You nodded sadly, admitting in a whisper, "He does not know me... Not anymore. I don't think he'll know me for quite sometime... If ever again. My name is familiar to him, maybe my face in fleeting moments, but I saw today that... That he does not know me anymore."

Aemond sighed and let his hand drag up to hold the back of your neck, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as your emotion was overwhelming for a moment.

"I've got you," he promised.

"What if that becomes us?" You asked in a whisper. "What if we get to that point, Aemond? Where you don't even know me? What if I don't know you, anymore? I-I don not think I could bear if I ever forgot you!"

"That won't happen. Ever, not in this lifetime."

"How do you know?"

"Because I would always recognize my heart," he replied fiercely - no changing his mind. "You are not so easily forgettable, my love."

"We cannot stop time," you almost growled, pulling away. "He did not plan for this - to waste away into nothing as his brain melted into soup! T-To forget the family he built - the country he's protected and lead through peace. He did not ask for this, there was no stopping it, either. What if that happens to us?"

He sighed, leaning his head to your own, whispering, "Our children will never let us forget our love. We will teach them the meaning of family and we will never have to worry about when we are aged and forgetful."

"We've no children, Aemond."

"Well, yes, not yet, but I've faith," he smirked. "I do not mean to downplay what is happening, but I've watched him whither into this state for years. I understand it can be jarring, I do not mean to take away from your fears or worries or pain... But there is nothing we can do now, love, but ease his passing."

You sighed, nodding, "It's just..."

"It's sad," he agreed, cradling you to his chest. "Are you hungry?"

"Think I've lost my appetite," you admitted, "though, if it makes up for tonight, maybe we can have breakfast tomorrow before I go back?"

"You're going back?"

You nodded. "Maybe you'd like to stop for a visit?"

"Perhaps, we shall see," he sighed, pecking your forehead. "Bed, my love?"

"Please," you whispered, letting him help you stand and make for the bed. You settle in comfort as he changed under your heavy gaze, leaving his chest bare with only a thin pair of trousers on for sleep; literally hopping into bed beside you. "Oh, Aemond! Gods!" You groaned through your laughter when he jostled you both around the mattress.

"Hi, love," he sighed, conforming around you to press his body to yours.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry for today..."

"Don't be," you reached back to caress his cheek, "it is not your fault. I want to be there, he deserves kindness at his end."

"He does," he agreed, "and who better than my sweet girl?"

You chuckled, "Hush, it's been a long day. I want to sleep."

"Hmm," he considered, sighing, "all right, fine, I'll fuck you in the morning, then."

"You're insatiable."

"Good thing you love me like this," his grin was felt against the shell of your ear.

For months, you would dedicate three-to-four days a week to visit Viserys which slowly morphed into you fully-caring for him on those days. He was calmer with you, and though he didn't know you in full, he still felt at ease under your gentle hands.

"Good morning, Granddaddy," you greeted softly.

"Is it morning already?"

"It is," you nodded, "do you want to sit up?"

"Yes, please," he wheezed, wincing when you had to practically heave his body up - his strength not up to par anymore. "Is there tea?"

"Yes, of course," you rushed to get him a cup, returning and nursing it to his mouth. As the morning went, you felt Viserys' eyes on you from time to time and tried not to let it unnerve you as you had opted to read one of your textbooks to him - doubling your time to study.

"Do I know you?"

You looked up, sighing, "Yes, Grandfather. I'm Y/N, your granddaughter."

"No, Y/N's with her mother," he chuckled some, "but you do look like her. Do you know her?"

"I do, actually," you chose a new tactic. "She sends her love and regards, my King."

"Oh, she's always been a very sweet girl," he half-smiled. "I miss my family. Are you my new maid? My new nurse?"

"Yes, Your Grace," you whispered, reaching for his hand. "Is there anything I can get you?"

But like a timer-reset, Viserys' eyes turned confused. "Do I know you? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"Your Grace, it's Y/N," you tried once more, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Please, Grandfather, it's me. It's your sweet girl - it's Y/N."

"How can that be?"

"I married Aemond, I married your youngest son," you explained softly. "I live in the Red Keep with you, with your family."

"No," he wheezed, "no, no, my family is not here - Dragonstone. They're on Dragonstone!"

"No, Granddaddy, y-you have family here, too," you rushed. "You have a wife - "

"Aemma."

Bowing your head, your forehead rested on the back of his hand as you had to hold your breath to restrain your emotions. Sniffling, you looked up to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, Granddaddy, Aemma... Your wife."

"My love."

"You had a child, didn't you? Do you remember?"

"Oh," he sighed, "my daughter. M-My daughter..."

"Rhaenyra."

"Yes," he smiled. "Yes, Rhaenyra. Where is she?" His eye opened and turned to you, allowing you to, once more, stare straight into the decaying flesh of his face. His eye darkened in confusion, "Who are you? Where's my daughter? Where's Rhaenyra?" You could see he was getting upset, heart breaking as he yanked his hand away, "What have you done!? What have you DONE!? Where is my daughter!? Where is Aemma and Rhaenyra!? Where is my family!?"

"Grandfather, it's me, it's Y/N, please, please, it's Y/N, I'm family, I'm kin, I'm your blood," you tried to reach for him, but he thrashed in panic - and you backed off because the quickened movements would surely cause searing pain and torn skin.

"NO! I don't know you! I don't know you! HELP! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"No," you whimpered, backing off as the doors burst open.

"Oh, Princess," Ser Erryk sighed, reaching for you.

"Please, just help him - call the Maesters," you nodded, watching as a pair of guards rushed in to restrain the King.

"NO! THAT GIRL!" He pointed at you, "She's done something! Where is my family!? What did you do to them!?"

"She is family, Your Grace," one guard grunted as the Maesters arrived on the scene with the only thing that would help now: Milk of the Poppy. Viserys needed sedated as his mind lapsed into melted confusion, causing distressing panic that his body and mind was no longer equipped to handle.

"What have you done!?" He wailed, "Who is she!? I do not know her - why is she here!?"

Your hands pressed to your stomach as you were forced to supervise the Maesters sedate Viserys - and within ten minutes, you were ushering everyone out of the room to leave him in peace.

"Lady - "

"It's all right, Ser Erryk," you assured with a hand held up, not wanting pity in that moment. "These things happen. I will give him time to recover, and shall return next week..."

He nodded, "Of course."

"Goodnight," you bid, turning on your heel, and darting down a separate hall. Not knowing where you wanted to go first, your brain only registered you wanted your husband and tried to wrack in your mind where he might be.

Your feet picked up pace as the library was found empty, and the stable, and the bloody Dragon Pit. Luckily, as you jogged into one of the Keep's courtyards, the sounds of ringing metal greeted you and all but screamed the answer to your question: Where was Aemond?

"Good!" Cole barked, the two worked down to their tunics as the summer heat beat on them in the last, lingering hours of light. "Move your feet - quicker, my Prince! Quicker! You'll lose a leg like that! There you go - good!"

You came to a pause, realizing how deep into their lesson they were and suddenly felt incredibly selfish for feeling the need to interrupt. Instead, you located a spare weapons table and moved towards it, clearing daggers to the side to slide your body onto the top of it and watch. As if to keep your mind occupied, you idly twirled a dagger between your fingers - something Aemond had taught you once upon a time.

You winced as Cole was taking damaging, almost fatal strikes against Aemond, but your husband was much quicker to dodge around and parry the Knight's blows. You thought it a bit unfair their weapon choices, but figured in times of battle and war, not all weapons were equal and it was best to know how to defend yourself against any foe.

So, you watched. Drew your knees into your chest. Chin on top, and heart weeping without ever giving away anything on your face.

When their session came to a panting-end, you perked up some as Cole caught sight of you first and smirked. He nodded over Aemond's shoulder, who turned to look, and smiled in greeting when he caught sight of you - before frowning when he really looked at you.

Sheathing his sword, Aemond nodded at Cole before jogging over to you. "Hey, pretty girl," he greeted. "What're you doing here? Thought you were with Father all day?"

"I would've been..."

"Ah, shit. What happened?"

Glancing around, you lowered your voice, "Perhaps this is a conversation best made in private."

"Are you all right?"

"In truth, I do not know," you admitted. "But I understand why you do not want to visit him anymore..."

Aemond stiffened and nodded slowly, "Did he yell?"

"He did... Accused me of," you shrugged, "doing something to his family. T-To Aemma and Rhaenyra."

"Oh, love," he sighed, letting his hands smooth around your thighs to draw them down and open you to him. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"No," you sighed, straightening your spine, "I think I owe my husband a nice dinner together."

"You owe me nothing," he whispered with a frown. "You're upset, my sweet girl."

"It's all right, I think I honestly need time to simply digest what happened today," you reached for his waist, pulling him closer to rest your head against his stomach. "Can we go to dinner and pretend today was normal?"

"All right," he agreed, giving you a squeeze. "C'mon, my love: a normal, boring dinner between normal, boring spouses it is."

"I didn't say boring," you whined lightly with a small laugh, letting him step back and fluidly pull you from your perch.

Aemond chuckled and let his arm wrap around your waist, leading you to your rooms so he could clean up from the day; change from his training clothes, then lead you to a private dining room.

However, it didn't remain private for long. Helaena stumbled upon you and you couldn't resist inviting her to join you. And not 15 minutes later, Alicent and Otto, on their way to their own meal, found the three of you and agreed to join.

Sure, the table originally set for two became crowded with the five of you, but the close quarters provided ample room to joke around and exchange pleasantries.

You managed the whole meal without talking about your day, but Alicent was then asking, "How was Viserys today, sweet girl?"

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, um, he... He just... Yeah."

She frowned when you adverted your eyes, trying not to let reality sink in. "He had a bad day," Aemond covered, hand moving to your thigh to hold tightly in support. "Y/N did what she could but he needed to be left alone."

"I see," she nodded, offering a saddened look.

When back in your rooms, Aemond watched you change for bed silently with a frown before welcoming you into his arms. You all but dropped into his embrace, melting into his warmth. It was easy enough to word-vomit over him, telling him in detail what happened with his father; tears slowly choking you as you had to admit, there wasn't much time left with him.

Aemond held you tightly, lips to your forehead and a hand flat to your cheek to keep you caressed into his chest. You felt fucking useless, laying there in tears, but you needed the relief from the stress of your day. And what better way than in your loving husband's embrace?

He took the following day off to spend with you, doing what he could to offer distraction from the family turmoil. He took you riding on horseback, bathed with you in candlelight, even locked the library doors for privacy to read you old stories from old books.

You didn't return to Viserys' bedside out of nervousness, stomach churning with every thought of upsetting him again.

It took you about a full week before Aemond convinced you to return, promising to stop by for tea - but insisting you weren't to remain for dinner. He liked boundaries and seemingly ending your day earlier was his compromise.

Imagine your surprise when you arrived that morning to find Viserys sitting up already. "Good morning, sweet girl!" He chirped, watching as you froze mid-step; eyes wide and shock coloring your face. "What? What's wrong?"

"You know me?"

"Of course," he smiled, "my sweet granddaughter. I called for you yesterday."

You wanted to tell him that was nearly a full year ago but only smiled, shut the door, and moved for his side. "Yes, yes," you sniffled, taking his hand, "I am here now - how are you feeling?"

"I am well," he nodded with a small smile. "You look well. How are you? Are you with child, yet?"

You sighed gently, "Not yet."

"Oh, well, surely, the Gods will bless you soon," he spoke with such assurance, you nearly had whiplash. "How fairs married life? Your wedding was beautiful."

"You remember?"

"I do."

You nodded back, smiling through your tears, "Life is well with Aemond. He is a sweet and kind husband, Your Grace, you should be very proud of your youngest son."

"I am," he assured, "just as I am proud of you."

"You are?"

"I am," he smiled, taking you hand. "Why do you look so shocked?"

You gulped, offering softly, "I am just happy to see you in high spirits. Maybe you'd like to sit in your chair today?"

"I think, perhaps, the balcony?"

"Really?" You beamed, nodding swiftly, "Yes, yes, that's a great idea. I will help you, we can have tea on the balcony together."

"Maybe some eggs? I feel a bit famished."

"That's good, yes, I'll get you some eggs, too," you nodded, aiding him in standing. You didn't mind helping him into a dressing robe, one hand holding his cane as the other held your arm tightly in his weakening grip as he hobbled. When you both shuffled onto the balcony, you were quick to sit him in a large, plush chair before darting out to find a maid.

Placing an order for breakfast to be delivered with fresh tea, you returned with a new book in hand. Viserys smiled at you, looking more alive than he had in months, offering, "It's a beautiful morning."

"Yes," you agreed, sitting beside him. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I am, love," he chuckled, "you worry too much."

"Or perhaps, not enough?"

He considered for a moment before slowly turning to you, "You feel guilt... For all that's happened."

"In a way," you nodded. "Though, it's in the past."

"Then why do you still bear these burdens?" When you adverted your eyes in shame, he sighed, "I know you worry for me, but what has come to pass is not your doing - nor responsibility."

"You deserve a helping hand in this," you argued gently.

"Perhaps, but it is not your burden to bear," he reminded. "And what happened to Aemond was not your fault, either."

You shifted in discomfort, "I wasn't quick enough to prevent the damage inflicted."

"And that is not worth allowing to weigh on your soul," he nodded slowly. "You saved his life that night."

"I honestly find that hard to believe."

"The boy could've hemorrhaged, bled out," he reminded you, "and did not because you were quick to hold pressure."

You sighed, "Surely, I cannot be the only one who holds weight."

"Surely, you're not," he chuckled.

"What weighs on your soul, Granddaddy?" You asked softly, leaning in to gently wrap your arms around one of his and let your chin rest on his bony shoulder.

"Much," he mused, staring off the balcony. "Mostly, these days, I wonder how I will be remembered."

"Hmm?"

He paused, the silence echoing around you for a moment as two blue birds landed on the stone bannister. They tweeted and chirped to one another, hopping around, almost mimicking the way Viserys' mind whirled.

"I wonder... If I will be remembered as a good King to my people, the courts... My family," he admitted. "And here, looking over the city, I wonder if I did all I could for the people I was sworn to protect."

"Do you know what they call you?"

"What?"

"Viserys, the Peaceful," you told him softly. "No qualms in the realms, no wars, no conflict... You have guided this country from King Jaehareys' reign into your own, where your people have only known you to be peaceful and protective. There is reason they call your daughter the Realm's Delight."

He chuckled, nodding, "Yes, I suppose you make a point."

"If your people did not approve, they would not bestow such a title to your offspring." You paused, squeezing his arm, "But for what it is worth, I will oversee the histories that I can - and make sure, your name is never without title of Peaceful."

He sighed, leaning his head to the top of yours, "You were always too good for this world, Y/N."

You let a few tears fall - hearing him say your name so confidently enough to squeeze your heart. When tea and breakfast was served, you and Viserys dined together before he leaned back and smiled at you, requesting a story, and listening intently. He was much more attentive today and asked you about your studies, picking up on you reading from a textbook - one he had favored in his youthful education. So, it made for good conversation, and for a few hours, it was like you had your Granddaddy back. The real him.

The man you'd remember him as.

No matter how the end turned out; no matter how melted his brain seemed and how aggressive he might've turned, he was your soft, loving Granddaddy... And you were trying to savor and cherish these fleetingly lucid moments with him.

So, when the day passed on the balcony, Viserys asked to go back inside to rest for a bit before he felt dinner was a good idea. When you settled him back in bed, you asked, "Would it be all right if I come back? To dine with you?"

He smiled, "I'd like that. Would you bring Aemond, too?"

"Of course," you nodded with a bright grin. Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead, "I love you."

He sighed softly, smiling up at you and holding your hand in a tight, long-finger-nailed grip, "I love you, too. I don't know if I've ever done it before, but thank you for what you've done for me. Your presences is comforting."

You smiled, "I am glad you think so. I will return this evening."

"Good," he nodded with a smile - one you missed dearly.

You drew his curtains to block the sun and took your leave, unable to stop yourself from rushing to the courtyard first. You caught yourself on the stone bannister over the courtyard, surveying around it before locating the fan of silver locks. "Aemond!" You called, unable to fight off your grin when he turned swiftly in alarm.

You rushed down the stairs and he met you at the bottom, lilac orb blown wide in panic as he reached for you, "What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, no, it's good - it's good news," you promised, holding onto his shoulders as he kept you two steps up. "I-I am sorry for interrupting, I just - I got a bit excited and - "

"Breathe," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch in distaste before huffing a breath. "Good... Now, tell me what's happened."

"Um, well, now, I might be a bit embarrassed," you glanced over his head to the courtyard, who were mostly staring at you both in confusion. "I did not realize how many people were here."

"Ignore them, tell me your news, pretty girl," he caught your attention once more. "Your husband wants to know - do not deprive me of information now."

With a breath, you told him your news - grin bright and joyous as you filled him in on the day you had with your Granddaddy. The term of endearment always made him smile and chuckle in amusement but he was far too distracted with how overjoyed you were.

And when you told him Viserys requested he, Aemond, join you both for dinner that evening, he only stared at you in shock.

With nervousness, you asked, "Is that all right? I know you said tea, but he's resting and requested we dine with him."

Blinking a few times, he nodded, "Course... Yes, of course... He does not name names, so, I would be foolish to refuse."

"Aemond, if you're not comfortable, we do not have to," you tried, making him nod.

"No, it's okay," he assured, "we'll go."

You smiled, "Thank you."

"Mhm, but first, we'll clean up," he nodded, leaving you on the stairs to return his weaponry to the racks - bid Cole a good day - and collect your hand again to lead you up the stairs once more. Once in your rooms, he seemed distracted and a little confused by your information; wondering, too, if Viserys would even remember his request by this evening.

You bathed quietly together, relishing in the moments alone as he would continuously sigh in contemplation. Your fingers would rake through his hair in soothing motions, being the big spoon in the tub to let him rest back on your breasts. When the time came, you both dried off and dressed for the evening; sending Amira to the kitchens with supper orders before heading for Viserys' chambers.

You both paused before the door to take nervous breaths in, glancing at one another. "You ready?" You whispered.

"As I'll ever be," he answered, sparing you a softened look before knocking and opening the door.

When you arrived, Viserys was being assisted to a table by a set of nurses and only looked up when he was seated. "Ah!" He panted, nodding and waving you forward, "Good, yes. You're here."

"Good evening, Granddaddy," you smiled, pausing to kiss his cheek. "How was your rest?"

"Very nice, thank you," he smiled, letting you take the seat beside him as Aemond stoically approached. "Oh, Aemond," Viserys nodded, "it is good to see you, son."

"Father," he greeted, offering only a hand on his shoulder before swiftly moving to take the seat on your other side - being furtherest from his father.

You were pleasantly shocked when Viserys asked Aemond about his education and training. He listened as intently as he was able to, a tremor starting in his neck and hands that made you reach over to cut up his meal for him.

"Thank you," he whispered, obviously slowing down in energy.

"Of course," you answered, sitting back to reach for your goblet.

"I hear Y/N's been reading to you," Aemond mentioned, Viserys focused on forking a bit of potatoes into his mouth.

He considered for a moment before looking up to Aemond, and in that moment, you saw the distant look return to his eyes. "Who is Y/N?" He asked, and it was the final nail in the coffin for you.

Aemond glanced at you in worry, looking back at Viserys, "Father, it's us - it's Y/N and Aemond. We've been dining all evening together."

"Have we?" He asked. "I don't think I know a Y/N."

You sighed sadly, "I'm Rhaenyra's daughter."

"No, my daughter's not married," he refused, glaring at you. "You mean to say my daughter has been defiled? How dare you lie to me! Insult my family! How dare you!"

"Okay," Aemond whispered, dropping his cutlery and wiping his mouth.

"Granddaddy, please," you reached for his hand, but he flinched back.

"Who are you!?" He demanded, glaring between you and your husband. "How did you get in here!? These are private chambers! Private, royal chambers! You cannot be here! Guards!"

"Father - "

"I have no son!" Viserys roared, standing in panic that sent his chair toppling over; holding the edge of the table for balance. "I have my daughter! My only child! And this bitch insults her! Calls herself my daughter's seed! My daughter is unmarried!"

Aemond moved swiftly, yanking you from your chair just as you stood in shock when Viserys picked up his plate and hurled it at your body. Aemond used his body to protect yours as Viserys hollered in fright and panic - claiming neither of you as his family because, in his warped mind, Rhaenyra was still fifteen.

"Your Grace!" The Maesters finally arrived and had to work with the guards to fully restrain the King - who had discovered a channel of untapped strength.

"Please!" You whimpered when another dish shattered against the wall behind you, Aemond's hand around the back of your head to keep you pressed protectively into his chest.

"Help him!" Aemond raged, keeping you turned from the sight. When he was assured the guards and Maester's had a hold on Viserys, Aemond was turning at a break-neck pace to lead you from the room and did not release his hold until in the hall.

"Wait for me here, I just want to make sure they get him down," he breathed, hand on your wrist tight.

"I can - "

"No, you've done more than enough, my love, let me do this," he nodded. "Just stay here."

You agreed softly and waited, listening through the opened door as Viserys still cried and wailed and panicked - getting worse when Aemond arrived back on the scene.

"YOU'RE NOT MY SON!"

"My King!"

"WHO IS THAT!?"

"H-he is - He is Daemon's son," one of the Maester's rushed, and it slowly settled. The lie that Aemond, Viserys' own seed, was his brother's offspring cut deep and you waited impatiently for them to get His Grace back in bed.

The guards exited first, then the Maesters, and after a full minute, Aemond exited last and made sure to shut the doors with three guards on post. "C'mere," he whispered, reaching for you. You both made for your rooms, and the moment you were there, the door slammed and Aemond whispered, "We're not going back."

"Aemond - "

"No," he refused, "you've done more than you ever should and tonight proved... No matter if kin or not, he does not understand, and it's time to let the nurses and Maesters step in full-time."

"They already do - "

"You cannot possibly endure this for longer," he shook his head, reaching for your cheeks, "do you understand? You mean more to me than life and I saw tonight that it does not matter how soft and gentle and loving your helping hands are - he's already gone. You hear me? I'm so sorry, but he's gone. It's only going to hurt you more to endure this, so, please, do not go back. For me, do not return."

You were silent as tears sprung to his eye.

"Please," he repeated, readjusting and tightening his hands on your cheeks.

You nodded, "All right, love... I won't return."

"I know it is unfair and it is not right of me to ask - "

"You are only looking out for me, and I have tried to ignore what you can see so clearly. He's... He's not there anymore." Your words were the nail in Aemond's coffin, who leaned forward to trap you in a suffocating embrace as his emotion overwhelmed him. "Oh, oh, my love. My sweet love," you whispered, caressing the back of his head.

"Father's gone," he whispered. "Does not have a son... Let alone two."

"Don't," you pulled back, catching his eye, "that is not fair to you, nor him. His... His brain is a puddle of memory, love. He does not realize what's even happening, it's not his fault. Nor is it fair you had to hear that, and I am so sorry you did. If I would've left you alone, respected your wishes to keep your distance - "

"it matters not," he assured, "it happened and we endured together."

"We did," you agreed softly, smiling sadly.

That night, you laid in one another's arms; facing one another in the nude as fingertips traced muted patterns over each other's skin. It was quiet, and for a moment, you forgot the turmoil your family endured as your mind replayed the significant events over the past year; the three times Viserys didn't know you, and the one time he did. Your heart didn't want to accept it, but you would come to agree that keeping distance was best for everyone invovled.

The next and final time Viserys was lucid was when your mother, his beloved daughter, Rhaenyra, returned from Dragonstone with the intent of defending her youngest son's birthright to Driftmark. And in the end, you were grateful for these moments; whether he knew you or not, you would cherish any time spent with your grandfather because before you would know it, there'd no longer be opportunity for time together again.

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Adamsapple Week 

Day 2: After the Fall And Jealousy

(Pt. 2 of Taking What's Forbidden)

A/N: Hey! He's part two, again I didn't have time to edit but I don't plan to write anything tomorrow so maybe I can casually edit in my break time. Please do tell me what you think!

Tw: there is mention of Lucifers fall which contains suffering, burning, bleeding, and loosing teeth, there is also mention of Sex but I don't really show any of it! But it that bothers you please skip this part!

Falling From High

Lucifer truly did care for Adam. More then he physically understood. He would look at Adam and see Hope for a future. All that humanity could be and achieve if given the right tools and proper care. Adam was smart. He was good at learning and memorizing things he liked. 

He memorized every animal with ease and would copy their mannerisms and habits to help improve his own experience in Eden, such as swimming like the frog and climbing like a monkey, and even using rocks to break things like Otters. He was so clever! And Lucifer loved that about him. He loved when he could take breaks to watch Adam run around Eden at random with the glowing spheres that could show what is happening in other areas. It was his favorite pastime. 

Well, actually his second favorite. His first favorite were the moments he could sneak away to go to Eden and speak with Adam he's even layed next to him some tights to keep the human warm, held his hand, washed his hair, and showed him how to play the Lyre. Adam was so eager to learn anything Lucifer could teach and it filled the angel with more joy then he could muster to express without just exploding into stardust. 

But after Lilith, he had been busy. Very busy. Deep down he thinks Michael knows what he's been doing and that's why his twin has been bringing him more paperwork and tasks to complete. He had no proof of it being the case, but it was such a Michael thing to do to try and prevent Lucifer from doing anything ‘unnecessary’  or, god forbid, against the rules! Ugh! He adored his brother but his passive aggressive attempts to keep Lucifer in line were obnoxious. 

So the day he was free to visit, without Michael knowing, he teleported down to Eden faster then a blink, shooting out and looking for Adam in his usual places. The willow trees? No. The grove? Nope, the lake? No Adam. The valley of flowers? Nah. The forest? No- oh…

He was distracted from his search for Adam by the sound of crying. Lucifer frowned and flys his way through the trees until he sees not Adam, but Lilith, sitting curled up on a bed of wild flowers  in a clearing, looking up at the moon with sad beautiful eyes. And she was beautiful, Lucifer knew that. He had helped design her of course. Suggested the hair and eye color as well as how tall she was, assuming Adam would appreciate the difference in their looks. 

He soon lands by her and kneels down. “Be not afraid Lilith, I am an angel of the- AH?" Lilith yelped at the sudden voice and throws a tick at Lucifer, knocking the angels hat off and making the angel look at her in shock. 

After a moment of her green eyes watching his own she stuttered out. “An…an angel?” She asked " I'm…I'm sorry Angel, I did not mean to offend or…or harm you, you simply surprised me.” She smiled softly, rubbing her eyes of tears. Lucifer takes his hat and dusts it off. “It's alright, I should have made my presence known sooner…” he assured her. Then slowly gets closer and sits beside her. 

“Now please, what upsets you so sweet Lilith and why are you not with you husband?" 

She frowned and the tears returned as she looks away. “He doesn't like me. From the moment I was created I noticed his lack of interest in speaking to me…I thought perhaps he needed space to get used to me, but every time i try to come to him after giving him time, he avoids me…” she brings her knees to her chedt and lays her head on them, looking sadly at the flowers. 

Lucifer frowned and then gently reached to her, offering her comfort.  

“It's ok Lilith. I'm sure if you just try and bond with him, he will come to like you.” He pulls her in to a hug and sighs as the woman snuggled in closer. 

" You are his wife." He insisted.“I know Adam. He is kind and sweet and a bit silly, but underneith it all, he's GOOD. Just like you." And he takes a flower, and placed it in Lilith's hair.  The blue almost glowing in the moonlight as she looked up at him and smiles. 

“You are very nice Angel…do you really think he can come to like me…if I try harder.” 

" I do. You are beautiful and sweet. He will learn he's Mostlikly just not used to sharing Eden yet. He is young. He is learning. And you are too, so sometimes, it will lead to fights, but of you try and understand each other, to talk it out, you both will figure it out. Soon I know he will offer some kindness to you. Please take it. He is doing his best as you are…” 

She smiles and nodded "Yes Angel!" 

“Lucifer…uh, my name is Lucifer.”

She frowned thinking about it. " L-lucifer…the name is longer then mine and Adams…are all angels like that?” 

He chuckled " a few but not all…" 

The two sat quietly, enjoying the night sky together, watching as fireflies glow in the trees and grass. Magical and peaceful. For a second, Lucifer thought he heard something moving in the grass, but when he looked over he saw nothing. So he pretends to have heard nothing. 

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It was only a few weeks later that Lucifer was interrupted in his work by the sound of a scream. And every angel heard it. No angel has ever heard such a sound come from any of them before. Never heard anything like it, but they knew it was bad. And Lucifer knew it had to have come from Eden. So he teleported there, then flashes around quickly looking for the source until he comes to the river and sees Lilith going over the side. He instantly flew the fastest he ever has to reach her, grabbing her arm and then pulling her in to himself to help her hold on to him. 

“Lilith! Lilith are you harmed?! “ He asked looking her over. But she was far too upset, clinging to him and sobbing in to his kneck as she tried to calm herself. He heard sera speak up next. “How did this happen!?" Sera said “They were to stay away from the river!" 

Lucifer shushed the woman as he slowly flies down to the nearest land and settled Lilith down on the grass. . "She is upset. Let's help heal her and calm her down and we can ask. She has been through enough…” 

Sera and a few others follow. Michael, his twin with longer hair than himself, was the first to speak up after. “Where is Adam. He should have told her to be carful near the river. It was part of his knowledge. That it was dangerous…”

" H-he…" Lilith started pulling away and looking at Michael. “He p-pushed me!" She declared “A-and watched the river take me! He SMILED!" she said as she held herself, letting sera use her angelic power to heal her as she spoke. 

Lucifer looked horrified. No…no Adam would never. Adam was adorable and sweet. He's never hurt any animal in the garden, never even tried, so why would he hurt Lilith? She has done nothing!

He looked at the angels. “I'm sure there is a misunderstanding…I'll find him and inquire as to the events…perhaps it was an accident…” he said before flying high and looking around. Where did he go…where was his human?

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Lucifer spent hours flying around the garden. The place was big after all, and all the angels helping him try to find Adam had also had no luck. It was driving Lucifer in to a Field of worry. His human was missing, his sweet Adam was being accused of something so horrible! He couldn't even imagine it. He soon went twords the Apple orchard, where many many apple trees sat, he landed and looked around. “A-Adam!" He called, he could see the trees of Knowledge and Life not far from him.  Towering magesticly over the rest of the trees here. One with glowing red apples and the other with pure golden. Both beautiful and foreboding sites. 

Lucifer wandered the trees, calling out to Adam loudly with every step. “Adam please! You aren't in trouble! I'm just worried! Please come out! It's me! It's Lucif-”

" Lucifer…" 

Lucifer stops and turns to see Adam leaning against a tree, casually eating an apple, a regular red one, and looking at Lucifer with…a different kind of look in his eye. They almost seemed red in this light. But that didn't matter. Lucifer smiles and runs forward. “Adam! Oh Adam you are ok!" He runs and hugged the human, his head resting on Adams chest as he hugged him. Adam didn't hesitate to hug him back with the arm that didn't hold the apple. 

“" Never better honestly…" he said with a smile, his hand rubbing up Lucifers back and through his wings, making Lucifer shutter for a second…weird, Adams never messed with his wings without permission. Eh, it was probebly an accident. He looked up at Adam and spoke. “Adam! Lilith said you pushed her in the river! Now all the other angels are very upset, but I want to help you! Tell me what really happened and I'll explain it to them! I know you would never-" 

 “I did push her." He said simply with a shrug. “But she deserved it. Like, actually deserved it. She wasn't a good wife so I had no use for her…” his eyes looked to the ground as he spoke. Talking casually, as if what he said was the most basic knowledge in the universe. Like clouds are white and fire is hot. 

Lucifer froze and slowly lets go of him. “Oh…oh Adam you can't do that! She could have been badly hurt!” 

"I don't really care…" he said simply and suddenly dropped the apple and gripped Lucifers sides. “You know, you are so cute…” he said softly. " So utterly cute and sweet…" he leans down, distracting Lucifer as the angel blushed at the sudden complements. “I…that's not important right now! Adam I'm being serious-” 

Adams nose touched Lucifers and his Red eyes looked into Lucifers. "I don't need Lilith…" he pushed Lucifer into a tree, making the angel squeek in surprise, Lucifer looked up confused. “Adam…Adam your acting different…why…why are your eyes red…” 

"Who cares about that…" he kneels down In Front of Lucifer and tilts his head down. “I don't wanna talk about Lilith anymore. I want…well, why don't I just show you?” He leans up and warmth covers Lucifer's lips.

The angel squeeks and pulled back, but Adam followed him, holding him against the tree so he wouldn't run. Lucifer didn't understand what the Adam was doing. Yes he had seen some angels kiss, but him and Adam kissing? He wasn't supposed to kiss Lucifer. He was supposed to kiss Lilith! Be with Lilith! Why…why did he like it so much that Adam wanted him instead tho? 

His hands move to Adams kneck suddenly and wrap around his hair and shoulder, kissing back before he could even try to stop himself. This was wrong. This was against God's rules! This was bad!!! And yet, the second Adam deepened the kiss and pushed something warm inside his mouth, Lucifer was unable to resist even if he wanted to. He clung to Adam like a koala clung to a tree. Desperate to not lose Adam’s heat and touch. He even followed Adam as the human pulled away this time. Whining at the loss of contact only to blush when he realizes the noise he made. 

It only caused a chuckle from Adam who nuzzles his nose against the angels kneck. “Shhh it's ok, we aren't done…” he soon wrapped his arms around Lucifer and picked him up so it was easier to kiss him with the height difference. Lucifer Squeaks and looks at the other, blushing at being so easily manhandled by the human, his eyes lingered on Adams, still mesmerized by the Amber eyes turning a deep garnet. Almost seeming to turn more red the longer he looked at them. 

“Not done? What…what do you-” then he feels Adam kiss his neck, and the noise Licifer makes causes him to bring a hand to his mouth in horror. Oh by his father what is Adam doing?!

“Adam! W-wait! You can't do that! We are already in enough trouble!" He said struggling a bit despite how he longed for what Adam was giving him. A part of him wanting to save what they had before and bother desperately craving the new and foreign feelings. He feels the other touch him more and more and after a bit, he stopped fighting, and gave in to Adams touch. He never really could resist Adam…could he? 

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Lucifer layed against the grass, eyes dazed. What has he done…by his father what had he DONE? Well, he knew what it was, but he could not believe he gave in so easily to Adam. He felt like he had taken advantage in a way, Adam was naive! Young and didn't understand why it was bad! He should have resisted. Lucifer was the angel, and now they were both in deeper trouble than they knew. Beside him laying Adam, quiet and watching Lucifer with a smirk, one that Lucifer avoided looking at for fear of a repeat of the last hour of events. Yes. An hour. They had committed such a crime together for AN HOUR! And realizing that sent Lucifer in to a blushing mess. He soon reached for his robe and covered himself, wanting to hide the bites and scratches and bruises he had sustained from their activities. But Adam gripped his waist. “Stay…” he ordered, making Lucifer shiver. 

“We…we have to find the other angels Adam…we have to tell them what happened…” he said softly, but Adam just turned lucifer to look at him, the smirk gone and replaced with pleading eyes. "Lucifer…please don't go again…" he sits up and pulled LUCIFERS back into his chest. 

“I don't care if what we did was wrong. Or if god and all of heaven wants me to vanish for this…I need you. I wanted you from the moment I met you.” He nuzzles him. "And I know pushing Lilith in the river was…was bad. Or at least I know it was bad now, but…but I dont care!” He nuzzles his head in to Lucifers hair. " You hugged her! You called her beautiful! You treated her like you treated me! It wasn't fair! You are MY angel! Not hers! She can have any other angel in heaven but…but not you. I didn't like it! I wanted her GONE!!!!” he declared aggressively, holding Lucifer so much tighter than before.

If Lucifer wasn't an angel, the grip would have hurt. And it did leave the angel feeling a bit uncomfortable. He looked up at Adam as best he could from the backwards hug and sighed. “I'm not yours to have. I am god's angel…heavens angel. And I'm not an object either. I have my own thoughts and feelings-”

" I know…I know that while your an angel, I can't have you …” his hands move down to Lucifers stomach. "So…I had to make you do something that would make you no longer an angel. Angels are pure.. “ Adam leans down and whispers in his ear. "and now…now you are anything but…" 

Lucifer is quiet, looking more and more worried as he tries to understand what Adam just said, but was soon interrupted by the sound of wings. He gasped and tried to get free of Adams grip to get the robe but it was far too late. 

Standing Infront of him was Michael, looking absolutely infuriated. “Lucifer….” His voice was low and crisp, riddled with barely contained rage. 

" Lucifer, what did you do…." 

Lucifer stuttered and looked at Michael, tears coming to his beautiful blue eyes. “I…Michael I'm sorry I didn't ..I'm not….it was!” He struggled for words and soon pushed Adam away and got on to his knees. " Michael please! Please dont be mad at Adam! I- it was my my fault, he didn't understand what he'd done! I did! Please-” 

"YOU GAVE HIM THE APPLE?!” 

Lucifer goes quiet. " W-what? No..I..I didn't…ah!!" 

Michael slapped Lucifer, hard, sending the angel to the ground hard enough to cause golden blood to leak to the ground from the angels mouth. 

“YOU LYING PIECE OF WASTED SPACE! I trusted you! I gave you time and space! I let you be close with him thinking it would cause no damage! And then you do this?! You give him an apple and then you FORNICATED with him?! Do you understand the gravity of what you have done?! Do you even care?!” he raised his hand to slap Lucifer again till Adam pulled Lucifer to his chest. Growling at the Arch angel in warning. 

" DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!!!" 

Lucifer coward as Michael faltered in his strike. He clenched he hand in to a fist and punched a tree, knocking it a few miles away from the deer impact. “Lucifer! You are to be punished immediately! And then a trial will be given to decide your fate! You will answer for this transgression!” 

Lucifer shakes, confused and scared for the first time in his life truly scared. He knows he did wrong, he does, but this…this was too much. What did Michael mean about giving him an apple…then slowly he looked up at Adam, and then behind him to see the tree of knowledge. The red apples glowing bright. Oh no…no did Adam…he couldn't have. He wouldn't! And yet …Adams eyes changed ging color. The change in his misdemeanor. The things he did with him that he shouldn't know how to do…

He looked at Adam in horror for a few seconds till suddenly lifer feels a hand on his arm, yanking him roughly from Adams hold and on to his feet. Then a snap is heard and golden chains wrap around Lucifers arms and knock, keeping him attacked to Michael. The taller angel glairing at Adam. “And you will be having a trial as well, for eating the apple and for trying to harm your fellow human…” he growled, but adam looked at him woth no fear. Just pure determination. " And you will be punished along with Lucifer for your actions…” 

Adam slowly smiles. " Can't wait…" he said, challenging Michael in some way.  Lucifer is stuck there, confused and in shock. He had no idea what would happen next. 

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The trial took multiple days to complete, Lucifer explaining everything from the begining. Telling the truth. But the truth sadly did not gain him much favor, even if he was not the one to give Adam the apple. He still committed a great sin with Adam. He defiled himself and Adam, and the ways they described it made Lucifer feel gross. Like his body was a disgusting tool used to harm Adam. He hated every second of the angels judging and yelling at him. Demanding answers, to know if Lucifer planned it. He hadn't…but it was clear Adam had, somehow. The way he spoke about it with facts and no emotion. Not even giving any explanations as why, just that “he wanted to" and " Lilith deserved it.” 

The trial ended predictably. Both were found guilty. And this both would be punished. Sera sat on a pedestal looking down at the chained angel and human with contempt, Michael beside her. 

“As punishment for your Sins, you will both be banished from Heaven, Eden, and Earth, to wander the desolate lands of hell!" She declared. “God has shown me this is the only place you can be sent where the evil you have released will not spread farther than it already has. And Becuse of the actions you have taken, all humans who dare to commit to sin as you have will be dropped to there after their death instead of being graced with the holy light of heaven! 

Lucifer looked horrified and shook his head, but Adam only smiled as he looked at his prize before him. His sweet angel and him being stuck together in a land without anyone else? Sounded like heaven to him. 

Then suddenly, the chains where gone, but just as quickly, he felt himself falling. Through the floor and clouds, Adam beside him yelpingin insuprise at the loss of footing. They see the clouds of heaven fade from veiw and darkness surrounds them both. Adam reached out as Lucifer tried to use his wings only to scream on utter pain as they started to catch fire. His eyes widening and tears flowing. How felt his teeth loosen in his mouth and be pushed out, causing golden blood to leak, 

The angel was in pain as his hands and legs started to feel as on fire as his wings. Even as Adam gripped on to him, red blood dripping from his forehead as he felt so ethi g push past his skull, somthing he was too busy to care about as he held on to his angel. His poor screaming angel as his nails are pushed out by claws, as his feet morphed into hooves slowly, the bones in his knees breaking before reforming into the right shape. And the wings burned up, all the feathers seemed to practically melt under the heat, leaving bone in their place as Lucifer screams filled the air. Adam knew that he could hear what they were doing to them. And all Adam could do was cling to him, hold him close and whisper that it was ok, and they were going to be ok. He felt LUCIFER'S hands on his back and felt the sharp claws digging into his body, trying to grip onto anything, Adam bleeds out more, but doesn't care. All he cared about was his Lucifer. His sweet Lucifer. 

“I'm sorry…” he whispers " I'm so sorry Lucifer this is all my fault…” he whispered " i'm so sorry my sweet sweet angel…" he started to cry himself as he continued to hear how much pain Lucifer was in. 

And then, he looked down over Lucifers shoulder and saw red ground. They were going to crash it and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it. So he closed his eyes and whispers “I love you…” and then the pain crashed through both of them as they created an explosive mushroom cloud of red dust in the area. The impact took out anything nearby and blew it far away. 

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When Lucifer awoke, he felt like death, or the closest thing to it. Everything ached. His head, his back, his teeth and hands, he felt like something was poking out of his spine that was never there before and it felt damaged…

He looked around to see he was laying on a crater like the ones on the moon. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, or why he was here. He didn't know why it all hurt to just breath. Then he managed to move his head enough to see…a pair of large horns? Like a goat…brown hair was under the horns and under that…a face? Was…was that…red blood? Adam? Oh no, ADAM!

He reached up despite his bodies protests and gently gripped the others cheek “a-ad-ad-dam…” he choked out, his throat hurt from screaming so much, he'd never felt pain like this. But he pushed through it as he tried to wake Adam up and make sure he was ok. His sweet human needed to be ok…

After a few seconds, Adam groaned and curled in on himself, clearly in pain too. Lucifer sighed in relief but the good feeling was gone as he looked at the sky and saw…heaven…

The white and cloud covered orb in the sky. His home. His and Adams. They were never allowed to go back…tears fell down Lucifer's dust covered face, his hands shaking as he still struggled to breath. “...no…oh father why…why did this happen…” he called out in a scratchy voice. " Was…was this your plan? From the start? Why…why did this happen? What was the p-point!!!” He demanded only to start coughing up dust from his lungs that he breathed in while passed out. If he was a human he would have died from the amount of dust in the air. 

Adam groaned and slowly sat up, his eyes blinking and he coughed some as well, dust inside his lungs now too as he looked over at Lucifer, seeing his angel and gasped “l…Lucifer…your…head…” 

Lucifer didn't know what he meant, his hand moved up and he felt pain as he touched something hard…horns. He had horns like Adam that had pushed their way past his skin. He moved down to touch the sides of them, sensitive as they were. His helo was gone as well, Adam had noticed. And his teeth…sharp like lions. Or a shark even. When Lucifer licked his lips, he cut his tongue on his teeth and cursed as his sticks his tongue out and let Adam see it was longer than before and replaced it with a cut in the center of it, dividing it into two parts. Like a snake tongue. Oh no…what has happened to them. 

Lucifer touched his face more and noticed his hands were black and covered in claws instead of regular nails, and they looked black and sharp, dangerous. He looked at Adam and guled as his wings shifted. The feathers are still badly burnt and slowly regrowing new ones. But they were red…not the pure white they once were. 

Adam examined every part of him and sighed, touching the man's cheek. “My angel, you…you are hurt…we should find some water and clean up…then…then find a place to rest…” he whispered. "We can go from there…then decide what we should do.” 

After a bit, Lucifer agreed and slowly went to move, his legs hurt the worst as he looked down and saw…hooves. Red and black hooves like a sheep…fuck he hated this. Is this part of the punishment? Was this to Nick him by taking away his angelic beauty? Why?!

He is helped up by Adam who looked mostly human except the horns and now golden and red eyes. Red sclera and golden pupils. Lucifer's eyes were the opposite color. Not that Adam minded…it was still his angel. And they were still together. And they would figure out where to go from here…even if it took some time. 

He glanced up at heaven, and smiled. One day…one day they would pay for the pain they caused. But for now, he'd let them be, and focus on his beloved. 

“Come Lucifer…I will take care of you…” 

[plethora-of-imagines]

Hii I have a cute idea for you, could I please request a Masterx reader (I'll let you pick which one you prefer) the master travels back to the past to enact a plan of theirs but somehow they bump into you but this version of you hadn't met him yet. You start talking with them feeling you can tell them anything. The master then tells you that they know what you want, "you want adventure, passion and maybe even a little danger." You then ask them what they want to which they hypnotise you before saying "I want you to get everything you're looking for but right now I want you to forget that we've met and seen me, I can't have people knowing I'm back." They then kiss your forehead and then leave.

If you don't like this idea then absolutely feel free to ignore it. Have a lovely day :)

Stumbling in surprise, you almost lost your balance. The cause of said stumble being suddenly walking into a man that you hadn’t seen when turning the corner. A gloved hand quickly reaching forward to steady you before you could fall. 

“Careful, my dear.”

You were breathless. And not from the almost fall. No. He had the most alluring voice that you had ever heard in your life. His well fitting suit and well maintained pepper and salt hair were a strange but welcome sight. He must be a visiting politician or higher up military man that wasn’t a part of UNIT. 

He wasn’t a familiar face- though a part of you did feel like you should recognize him. You had made sure to memorize the faces that you would typically encounter in your job. It had been the only way to make your anxiety over the new position manageable. Being a top secret military lab technician was difficult enough without the fear of insulting someone important.

“Sorry,” you were slow to shake yourself out of your absent mindness and apologize. 

Hopefully the man wouldn't mind!

“No reason for you to apologize. It seems we were both in too much of a hurry to pay attention to our surroundings.”

Smiling softly up at him you were glad that he was being so kind.

“Where were you headed?” Gently asking as you took a step out of his grasp. 

You weren’t sure why you asked. It’s unlikely he would want to tell you, but you couldn’t help but want to prolong your meeting.

Soft, warm brown eyes looked deep into your own, “to the specialized lab,” he answered.

“Oh!” He was going to the same place as you were! “Umm, you’ve actually passed it, Sir.”

“Ah, I suppose that I must have missed a turn,” he didn’t seem embarrassed or even worried about admitting to his lost nature. He entered back into your space and guided your hand to rest in the crook of his arm. “Would you mind terribly guiding me there, my dear?”

“No! I mean of course not,sir,” you stumbled over your words almost worse than you did your own feet.

“Lead the way, my dear.”

A pleasant silence accompanied the two of you as you continued on your way to the lab. Broken only by gentle questions about your work, and how you joined UNIT. Not even hesitating to answer him honestly. Feeling that you could tell him anything.

The lab was messier than you would have liked when you entered. If you had known you would have a charming guest you would have cleaned it up some. There were projects scattered around the room.

“So what did you need to do here, Sir?”

“If you would permit me one more question before I get to business matters,” he started to ask his question before you could even nod in agreement. “What did you hope to get out of joining UNIT?”

“I wanted to be a part of a group helping with advancements and using technology that was beyond the scope of normal labs,” was your instinctual, practiced answer.

“I see.” His voice fondly expressed his disbelief of your response.; tutting at you “See, I think you want more than that. I think you want adventure, passion, and maybe some danger, my dear.”

Blinking in surprise you slowly start to realize where you recognize him from. UNIT only has one video of the man. Grainy and from a distance just close enough to hear but not to really see him. Saying something in a manner so frighteningly similar to the cadence of those sentences. 

The Master.

Someone you had been warned about when you started. And here you were having let him into the lab. Alone. With you.

“What do you want,” the ‘with me’ went unspoken.

“I want you to listen to me,” the hypnotic sound of his voice made your head spin.

For a moment you considered trying to resist, but the fear that your fate would be worse if you did stopped you. You let him take hold of your mind. It felt soft, floaty. Much kinder than the descriptions had made it seem it would be. Everything sounded eons away yet you could still hear him.

“What I want is for you to get everything you desire and deserve, my darling. For now, however, I will settle for you forgetting I was ever here.”

You only remembered the feeling of lips against the crown of your head for a moment before you were looking around in surprise at being back in the lab. When did you walk back over? Maybe you did need to start drinking coffee to stay alert like the others did.

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[jwonsoon]

enhypen - how they show affection at school 𖨆♡𖨆

☼ authors note - hi guys first post :) thinking about life w them at school god im going nuts - def not proofread im just rambling !

heeseung

his way of showing affection is through subtle touches </3. 

during those school breaks after exhausting classes he just wants to see you and listen to how ur day went.

his hand is always hanging around u, whether thats ur knee or shoulder giving u small squeezes of reassurance while ur with all ur friends to remind u nonverbally that he misses u. 

also if u guys are laughing about something he is always looking at you w so much admiration or leaning into you god i want him 

jay

HE IS SO OBVIOUSSSS. i love him so much 

jay would have such starry eyes he would completely light up around u. he is so smiley and giggly around you laughing at ur jokes that were not even that funny. 

he’s also such a good listener like he’s just so attentive and give u the exact energy u need when ur ranting like he gives me “yea i really hate when that happens too…” vibes. 

buys u food anytime. 

he would be so insistent calling you over and telling him to sit with him cus he wants u near to him he’s barely seen u all day :(( he’d whisper ur name like “come here i miss youuuuu” i cant i cannot

jake 

HANDS HANDS HANDS. 

he loves playing w ur hands bopping them around and intertwining w them when ur talking to him. (think him and jungwon in enhypen&hi i cant do this) u also love doing the same to him, he gets all giddy but he still wants to be attentive to the rest of the friend group and not seem too obvious so he’ll be nodding and listening but he’ll occasionally look at u and smile to himself. god. 

his form of affection is just simply being with u. being close in proximity. he just loves the idea of u being there

he misses u and doesn’t wanna see u stressed!!!!  when his hands are free he’ll have his arm around u rubbing ur arm asking what he can do to help :(

would also be so visibly excited to see u if u haven’t seen e/o all day he makes u feel so special. he is so comforting i love him so bad jake i love u

sunghoon 

SUBTLE TOUCHES PART 2.

but this is more subtle it HURTS. his hand is always lingering around yours. and he always nudges u or he’s always looking down at ur hands that are barely touching and sometimes u dont notice so he gets pouty OH MY GOD.

secretly memorized ur schedule so at the end of one random class he’s finished early and hes just standing outside like 🧍 ALL AWK waiting for you to walk to lunch together and ur like how did u know i was here…hes like 🤷‍♂️

sunghoon is really subtle with it. if he senses you’re having a bad day he’s gonna be extra goofy w lame dad jokes to try and distract u. he’ll buy food for u but make it seem like it was for him and give it to u “just because.” sigh . the little things

jungwon 

despite being busy af. he will always make time for YOU. like he has a meeting but he receives a text that you’re about to go home? he will be excusing himself for 5 mins to give u a proper bye. FUCKKKKK

always texting u. ur laptop BETTTTERRR have DND on or else it will be pinging every 2 seconds. just like how this boy is always on weverse, he is constantly updating u about funny shit that happens in class or just what hes thinking or ur future hang out plans “we should go here on saturday”

he would so walk u home from school if y’all lived near and he would get sad if he can’t bring u one day like “how come ur leaving early i cant walk u home and ive barely seen u all week :( “

somehow always carrying ur stuff - especially if u tend to leave things behind. especially hoodies and waterbottles. like by the end of the day ur like “ok so why do u have half of my belongings.” when u guys pack up after lunch he is always picking up ur stuff b4 u cus he just knows u sometimes forget 😞 

sunoo 

no matter how busy y’all are. sunoo wants to see u ☹️ u guys have barely talked the whole day. he will text to meet in the middle of class just quickly. “what floor are you in? can u leave class rq i wanna say hi :(“ 

compliments. COMPLIMENTS. always the small details too like if he’ll notice if u tried a new makeup look or if u did ur hair different. he’ll make u feel so pretty

walks with u around the campus during lunch after you guys are done to have one on ones. he likes spending time one on one with you cus sometimes its harder within ur bigger group of friends awh. 

would always have ur arms linked and laugh about stupid things with you FUCK SUNOO MY SUNSHINE 

ni-ki 

i luv him NI-KI so much im gonna get emotional. 

when he laughs or gets excited he’s practically jumping onto u or puts his whole body weight on u you’ve almost fallen so many times. 

always squeezing ur shoulders from behind to catch ur attention cus he’s so tall, similar to this sometimes he scares u from behind and u get so startled and he loves it cus he thinks ur cute and silly </3 but he sometimes does it when you’ve seen him coming from like 4 miles away… goofy ass 

when hes with u he’ll scrunch his nose and whisper “cute” to himself bc he doesn’t wanna be obviousssss😜u cant know that hes’s SIMPING!! (but he doesnt realize that u did see it and ur geeking)

likes to hug u when theres no one else around or fully lean into u like hes about to get a good nights sleep  😭

[roseeycreates-blog]

✨Proposal/Engagement Party (Farmer Lin) Part 1✨

"You didn’t have a proper proposal??" Kya exclaimed in disbelief.

“Haha, I kind of expected that!” Bumi added with a grin.

Tenzin’s siblings, determined to give their baby brother the most memorable proposal ever, took matters into their own hands.

D-Day (Girls' Day-Out)

Lin was busy—not with farming, but with wedding preparations. Today’s agenda: picking the perfect wedding souvenir, photographer, or maybe even a live wedding painter. When she heard a knock on the door, she assumed it was Tenzin. But to her surprise, it wasn’t him standing there.

"What are you two doing here?" Lin asked, seeing Tenzin’s sister, Kya and her own sister, Suyin.

“My baby brother sent us,” Kya explained with a smirk.

"We also have a surprise for you!" Su added, as Izumi popped up with a smile.

"Izumi!" Lin exclaimed, hugging her friend.

"Did you miss me?" Izumi teased.

"I did," Lin sighed. "These two are driving me nuts!"

"Heyyy! We’re right here, you know!" Su protested. They all laughed.

"Where’s Tenzin anyway?" Lin asked, looking around.

Kya grinned. “Well, our dad had to go to Ba Sing Se for an important trip, and Tenzin needed to go with him."

"And we're here to fill in for him," Izumi added with a playful smile. "I hope we’re enough for you, Lin."

Lin chuckled. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"That's right!" Su chimed in. "But first, let's have breakfast."

"I already made a reservation at the Jade Tea Palace!" Kya announced proudly.

"Wait, isn’t that place a little expensive?" Lin raised an eyebrow.

“That’s why we’ve got Izumi here!” Kya teased, as they linked arms and dragged Lin off the farm.

Lin couldn’t help but laugh, letting herself enjoy the day.

After having a hearty breakfast at the fancy Jade Tea Palace, they dove into the day's agenda. Lin explained, "I need to look for wedding souvenirs, a photographer, or maybe a live painter."

"Or?" Izumi raised an eyebrow. "Why not both?"

"Well, a painter is expensive, and it’s more practical to just have a photographer," Lin replied.

"What? You could ask Mom for it!" Su interjected.

Kya added, "Did you forget that your family is loaded? You’re an heiress of the Beifongs of Gaoling!"

"Right?" Su chimed in. "If Mom wouldn’t do it, Grandma and Grandpa would happily send you the finest painter in Gaoling!"

Lin sighed. "Nah, I can’t ask her. I already told them I’d cover my part of the expenses."

"What?" Su looked baffled.

Kya jumped in. "But it’s my family who’ll be paying for my brother’s half—"

"That’s different. Tenzin doesn’t have a job, and I’ve saved up from farming, so—"

Su and Kya exchanged frustrated looks.

Izumi spoke up. "Alright, here's my offer: let me get you the painter."

"But, Zumi—"

"Take it as my wedding gift to you. That way, you don’t have to pay for it, and I’ve already got a gift."

Lin smiled, realizing there was no arguing with Izumi. After settling the debate, they moved on to then next errand.

"Okay, we found a couple of souvenirs for you and Tenzin to choose from, plus we have a photographer lined up," Su said.

"Yes, and now it's time to go home," Lin replied, feeling satisfied.

"NO!" Kya exclaimed. "We're not done yet!"

Lin raised an eyebrow. "Not done yet?"

"We planned a girls' day out! You know, like a bachelorette party," Izumi added with a grin.

"Yeah, that's right," Suyin chimed in. "Since Izumi’s in town, it’s the perfect day to do it, right?" She nudged Kya.

"Exactly! A girls' day out!" Kya agreed excitedly.

Before Lin could protest, they dragged her off to their first stop—the Gha Hua Spa. They enjoyed a relaxing water spa treatment and got their nails done. The next stop was at the most famous salon in Republic City. Lin was about to decline the makeover, but with three against one, she knew there was no winning. After they all got their hair and makeup done, they went to a boutique where Izumi gifted Lin a gorgeous, elegant green dress. The fabric was high-class, just like the ones Izumi usually wore—after all, she was a princess.

"What’s this for, Zumi?" Lin asked.

"A present from your maid of honor," Izumi said proudly.

"What? I thought I was the maid of honor!" Su said, looking at Lin. "Right, Lin?"

Lin smirked. "You can both be the maid of honor..."

"Nooooo!" Su protested dramatically.

In the end, Izumi won the maid of honor title. Lin wore the stunning green dress, and her bridesmaids each picked out their own dresses. The girls' day out was a huge success.

Part II

[golden-forge]

Ao3 is acting up for me so take chp 2 of Wedding Planner au (Meljay Microfics)

Prompt: Happy Hour

There were aspects of wedding planning Mel liked, and parts not so much.

Right now, she was stuck in the part she didn’t like. She internally sighed and withheld the urge to rub her temples. “No, magenta is not an accepted color.” Elora showed her something to sign. She continued to talk into her wireless earbud while signing off on the reorder of the ghastly mummy yellow table cloths to actual white. “I’m looking at the order right now.” She looked at her tablet that was connected to her phone. “It clearly states - You have it as well? Then why are you asking me what the color was on the order?”

At the top of the screen was a text message from a new number.

‘Hey, it’s Jayce. I know you’re busy but we’re hitting the happy hour today at the bar in the hotel like 5-ish. I can’t take anymore groomsman training.’

“Perhaps I can simply take my business elsewhere if you -“

‘Though if I’m part of Cait’s party does that make me a bridesmaid?’

“-if you…” she trailed off as Jayce’s texts distracted her.

‘Wait what am I saying? They’re both women so it doesn’t matter which side. This wedding’s training is making me dumb. Forget I said something.’

Mel lightly chuckled. The rep on the line voiced their confusion. “I’m sorry, a….friend. Sent something.” She cleared her throat. “Well? What are our options to correct this?”

‘But don’t forget about happy hour.’

***

Mel wasn’t going to go.

She really wasn’t.

It was almost like she was under a spell as she calmly made her way to the hotel bar. It was convenient, she told herself. The wedding reception was in the ballroom of the hotel and she did actually need a drink with how much she got done today. It had nothing to do with who invited her.

He had his back to her. She stood half behind him, half next to him as he laughed at something the bartender said. He had a good, hearty laugh. Made the air around him feel lighter and brighter somehow. The bartender was looking at her, which made Jayce turn.

She rarely saw someone’s face “light up” at the sight of her. Except maybe Kino’s when they were younger. Usually it was more thankful tears because of how much of a disaster their wedding would have been….or the sight of her would bring sobbing and spite after a case. But that was not her life now. Right now, Jayce’s brows went up and a smile threatened to split his face.

”Hey you came!”

”So I did.”

”Oh, here let me.” He quickly leaned over and pulled the stool out for her. “That too far out?”

”No. Thank you.”

She put her purse on the hook under the bar and calmly laid her hands on the bar top. It was a memorable place with the amber glass bottles along the walls and the logo of The Last Drop.

”Sorry, I started without you.”

She looked at the empty glass and the nearing empty one he was currently working on. “It’s expected. I’m two hours late.”

”It’s an informal thing.” He finished his second glass and turned to her with an elbow on the counter. “So what’s your drink? Martini? Wine? Champagne?”

She looked at the bartender. “Noxia Prime, top shelf.”

”Whoa, top shelf on day one?”

“It’s a short time frame to complete this project.” The bartender poured the amber liquid in a glass for her. She took a sip, letting it burn on the way down. She could feel Jayce’s eyes on her. “Have you tried this before?”

“No. Heard it’s strong.”

She offered her glass. He turned it and drank from a clean side - only to cough it up as soon as it hit his throat. She took it back with a sharp laugh.

”It’s an acquired taste,” she demurred. “Don’t feel too bad.”

He gave her a sour look as he drank his water. “That supposed to be a metaphor?”

She flashed him a quick smile with teeth showing. “Take it how you want.” She looked at the fresh glass the bartender brought for Jayce. “May I?”

He was still clearing his throat from her drink so he gestured ok with his hand. It was an interesting reddish-magenta color with a slice of dried pineapple for a garnish. She took a considering sip of it.

”Sweet and tart. What is that flavor?”

”Hibiscus.”

”I see.”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Bit like you?”

“Aw geez,” he let out a chuckle, his hand going up along the back of his hair. “Am I?”

Cute.

”I mean, I don’t know. Maybe? I just like hibiscus drinks.”

She took a longer sip. “It’s growing on me.”