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chiharuhashibira · 1 year ago

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Hello again a thank you for doing the sanemi x abused reader it was soooo goooodddd !!! But can you like make a modern au of teacher sanemi x teacher reader plss???😳thank youuu🤗🤗

Hello again @skeleton-the-gangser! Of course! I would love too!

I want to insert here some plot inside my head and I think a Modern AU of Teacher Sanemi X Teacher Reader would do well on it. XD

But perhaps~ you'll see another character OwO And I hope it would be good for y'all~ UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Y/N-sensei, is it true that you're still not married by now?"

For the millionth time, you've sighed, releasing all of the pent-up irritation that these incessant questions have brought. The gathering was supposed to be a get-together with your old class, but instead, you found yourself in the hot seat.

It's clear that your students from two years ago were just curious about what happened to you. But it really irritated you that they quickly shifted the conversation from their newfound jobs or their college lives, to your nonexistent love life.

"For the tenth time today, yes. I'm not married. I'm still single at 25. For God's sake. Let's just stop talking about me. Let's just chat about how successful you guys have been."

Laughter echoed in the restaurant, but no sound came out of your lips. You just felt like you wanted to head home. You never thought it, but this reunion had become draining. It felt like all your strength had seeped out of your body as you dodged all their invading questions.

Looking around for help from your crazy group of students, your eyes landed on your co-teacher, who was watching how flustered you were all along. You widened your eyes at him, signalling him to come and get you from there.

It seems like Sanemi took that hint, and with a smirk on his lips, he stood up from his seat and went towards you. Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt in the process.

You gulped when you saw the muscles on his arm, wishing that the man would never notice how you looked at him. Sanemi has always been fit, and there are times that you can't take your eyes off him.

An arm suddenly snaked around your shoulder, pulling you closer. With a creased eyebrow, you turned to look up at Sanemi, who's definitely taller than you. "Ey, ey! I can see how you've been pestering your Y/N-sensei. So I'll be taking her away from you."

Students often flinch at the sound of Sanemi's voice since he has always been the sternest teacher of you all. Often times, you would feel like hitting his head because of his attitude, but now you're very thankful for it.

Sanemi really did take you away from your old seat, despite the grunts that came from your curious students. For some reason, heat seems to build up in your cheeks as you realise that his arms are still wrapped around you. Sanemi's body radiated more warmth than you could ever imagine, as he acted so cold around some people sometimes.

He finally let you go once you were at his table. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as his purple eyes watched you settle down. "Why are you laughing, Shinazugawa-san?" You asked, rolling your eyes in annoyance and fluster.

You looked aside before being drawn into his intimidating stare, and he didn't even answer. "You know, if you'll tease me too—"

"I'm just curious too, Y/N-chan. Why are you still single?"

The audacity to ask that! Incredulous by what he had just said, you stared at him with wide eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You never expected that a man as stern as him would be interested in gossip.

Even though you were trying to keep your cool, all you could think about was punching the smirk right off his face. Maybe it's just the booze talking.

"Why on earth would you care?"

"Perhaps because I can change that?"

You seemed momentarily stunned. Did you catch every word he said? Is he actually so tipsy? After hearing what Sanemi had to say, your mouth nearly hit the floor in shock.

Is that a fucking confession?

There was a brief period of silence. You did nothing except stare at him in bewilderment, like a young child with no idea what was going on in the world.

Perhaps Sanemi couldn't stand that; he pulled you outside, making sure that none of your former students or co-teachers were looking.

No protest came from your lips, even as Sanemi had already carried your bag on his left shoulder, holding you by your right hand. All that matters in your head right now is figuring out what he just said.

One...

Two...

Three...

"What in the actual fuck are you doing, Shinazugawa-san?"

These words suddenly came out of your mouth as you realised that you were being dragged away from the gathering by your co-teacher, who seemed to be too drunk.

Yes, you will admit that you enjoyed the sensation of his calloused hand against your small fingers, wondering how his palm became like this in the first place.

"Oh, mind your language, Y/N-chan!" Sanemi teased, making you pull away from his hold. For real, what's on with him tonight? Curiousness and fluster mixed up within you, making you feel a boiling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and tried to steal your bag from him, but as he was taller and quicker than you, he just moved an inch, and all your efforts were wasted.

You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.

"What's the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off."

No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

He looked back at you and sent you that smirk once again, which annoyed the hell out of you. "Shinazugawa-san, you're fucking drunk. Stop this." You're almost crying from too much frustration over his teasing.

And perhaps he had seen the tears that were welling in your eyes when Sanemi suddenly gulped and gave you back your bag. "Eh, I was just teasing. No need to cry, Y/N-chan." He said it as if both of you were children playing at the playground.

"Whatever!" You said, snatching the bag away from his hand.

You no longer felt like continuing on with the reunion and instead wanted to return home. You then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, completely befuddling Sanemi. He chased after you, mumbling your name.

His mint perfume came to your senses, bringing back some memories. Whenever both of you are at school, you can always tell he's around because of his distinctive minty, masculine aroma. Sanemi loves to ask how you have been. Often times, he would help you carry books or even walk you to the bus station.

He isn't like that with the other people; it's as if he has a facade when it comes to them.

Or perhaps it's the other way around. You're the one who's seeing his facade.

"Hey, I was just joking earlier." He said it now, with a hushed tone, making you stop walking. As if he had lost his senses, Sanemi bumped into you, accidentally hitting his lip on the top of your head. A yelp came out of your lips as you turned to look at him and saw that there was blood on his lower lip.

"Shinazugawa-san! You should be careful!" You said that all of the annoyance faded as you took your handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lower lip.

It would be an understatement to say that you don't feel anything. As you wiped the blood from his lip, you couldn't help but witness how long his eyelashes were and how the little hair from his bangs moved with the littlest of his movements.

Gulping at the sight, you finally looked away and were about to step a bit further, but Sanemi caught your arm and pulled you close.

"But I'm definitely serious about one thing that I've told you tonight. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N-chan."

What he had said surprised you. At first, you thought that he is drunk, but then eventually realised that there is no hint of alcohol in his breath. So, he's definitely sober, and he's clearly confessing to you.

You gulped and didn't answer him for a while. You stared at him once again and saw how serious he is by the look of his face and the glitter of his eyes. His lips, his plumpy lips... You suddenly had the urge to feel them and check how they would taste.

But then, you stopped yourself and these crazy thoughts... for a while...

"Shinazugawa-san, uh... Let's get your wound cleaned first. Then we'll talk about this again..."

A smile crept up his lips—not that signature smirk that he always wears. You didn't smile back, but you're sure that you're blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Where do we go then?" He asked while taking the opportunity to gently squeeze your hand. You took a deep breath and glanced at your hands, which were intertwined.

"Up to you..." You said it in a small tone, feeling a lump on your throat as Sanemi's fingers caressed your hands slowly. When you returned his gaze, his earnest grin changed into a childlike smile, and a flush appeared on his cheek.

"I know the perfect place. Come with me."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆!

𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉!!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘!

So, surprise! This story will be chaptered, and it'll be my first chaptered fic since 2014/2015 I think? HAHA!

Thank you once again @skeleton-the-gangser for the prompt >///< I will definitely tag you to the next chapters~ I hope you like the first one tho!

Feel free to comment or reblog~

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Feel free to request any content~ Would really love those UwU

Thank you for reading this fic! 🌸

Love yah all!

Ja ne~

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shesjustanothergeek · 2 years ago

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Seven

Master List of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Oh my goodness, an early update from me?? How crazy! I never update early the world must be ending. I know it's only like a day, but still, it's a day early! For someone reason, it was super easy to write. I don't know what that says about me. xD I want to thank y'all sooooo much for constantly supporting me. When I first started this fic, I honestly thought nobody would read it and that those who did would hate bomb me. Everyone who has commented has been super nice to me, and I honestly can't thank you enough for it. I do want to warn you, though, that there's going to be a chapter in the distant future where were discuss Aegon's not-so-consensual activities. That's all I'm going to say about that. I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's a steamy one toward the end. ;)

Chapter Warnings: Flash Back, Somnophilia

Prince Daemon opened the door to Madam's brothel like a dark cloud, slowly traveling with the threat of a storm, Dark Sister tapping the frame. Rage was his presence as he entered, though his outward appearance seemed as if he was unbothered. He was on a mission, and he had only one question.

"Where is she?" He asked the first woman he saw, a client on her arm. She smiled at him sweetly.

"Give me one moment Ser, so I can escort this handsome patron out, and I will be right with you." She buttered the man up, her words a purr in his ear as she stroked his cheek.

Daemon rolled his eyes, taking three long strides to the girl and grabbing her by the arm. "You will listen to me and listen well. Forget this fool." She whimpered, letting go of the man's arm as she went to shield her face.

"I am Prince Daemon Targaryen, the man who created the very Gold Cloaks that will burn this establishment to the ground should I snap my fingers." She nodded, eyes teary and lips quivering. The girl was confused and caught unaware by the Prince's presence. He had not been here in quite some time, ever the loyal husband to Princess Rhaenyra.

"Where is Madam?" He seethed through gritted teeth at her prolonged silence. The whore took a shaking breath, hesitating momentarily as she glanced at Dark Sister, deciding the truth would be better than Valyrian steel through her stomach.

She leads Daemon to a back room, hidden and out of the way so no simple-minded customers could mistakenly enter. A small fire was lit, and a cast iron cauldron hung over it as Madam stood hunched, her shoulders shaking.

"Madam," the girl spoke softly, and she straightened her posture, wiping at her face as she turned to scold the worker, but stopped short, seeing a former star patron.

"Prince Daemon," she curtsied, sniffling to clear her nose, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" Madam knew she was playing a dangerous game.

"You know exactly why I am here," he replied firmly. Madam tilted her head at her worker, silently telling her working girl to leave.

"I am not sure I do. You know better than anyone that there is no need to come directly to me in order to schedule a session," she said dismissively.

Of course, Madam knew precisely why he was here. It was the exact reason why she was crying.

"Do not play dumb, Babette. Where is Elaina?" He asked, losing patience.

"I already told you this many years ago when you first asked. My answer has not changed. She went back home to the North." Daemon scoffed, rolling his eyes again as he stepped closer.

"I may have believed that lie once, but not anymore. She has no ties to her family." Madam sighed, shaking her head and raising her arms as if talking to a belligerent child.

"I am not sure what you want me to say, Your Grace. That was all the explanation she gave me before disappearing."

Daemon growled, charging at the poor woman and pushing her against the fireplace by her neck. Madam could not react, nearly falling into the simmering stew pot as she grappled for purchase.

"Stop protecting her, Babette; I have no intention to harm. I need answers," he spat.

"I have none to give," she relented, ever the strong woman from years prior.

"Stop lying to me!" He yelled, shoving her into the hearth, her head smacking the stone. "Where is Elaina? Where is my child?"

Madam was a force to be reckoned with herself, but when put against the Rogue Prince, the man crowned King of the Step Stones, she had no choice but to yield. Her years of hardening were not meant to withstand the flames of a dragon.

"Elaina is dead, thanks to the babe you put in her belly, and that child-- my child," Daemon's grip loosened, a lump beginning to form in his throat, "that I have raised into a beautiful young woman has been taken by your eldest nephew for reasons unknown to me,"

Sadness replaced his rage, a dark, depressing feeling shadowing in the pit of his stomach.

Yet another woman in his life has died from childbirth—his mother, sister-in-law, wife, and now a former mistress. Did the cycle of maternal loss ever end? The water wheel that was the Targaryen's customs was spun by endless blood and loss. Daemon's face was stone, though his heart was not. A twitch of his lip indicated he was upset by the news of Elaina's death.

Finally, he stepped away from Madam. Was he destined to lose every woman he had cared for on the birthing bed? What would become of Rhaenyra? She had just given birth to Joffrey not nearly two years ago, and she was already filled with the starts of another. She had been lucky, but the Gods' favor only lasted so long. What would become of you once put in that same spot?

"She is with Aegon, yes?" He questioned Babette, sniffing once as he rested his hand on Dark Sister. She nodded, cradling her wounded head, blood painting her fingers. "The Gods only know what that drunkard has done to her," Daemon said as he swiftly left the brothel, a new mission on his mind.

Lyra ducked into an alcove. Her grey cloak covered most of her recognizable face, the shadows of the secret entrance aiding her efforts. The layout of the many secret passages into the Red Keep was slowly becoming etched in her memory. She needed to know them like the back of her hand.

Her little apple, she thought somberly, her heart aching in the palms of gluttonous high-borns. Left to be eaten until there is nothing.

Madam had sheltered you too much from the reality of the world. You were too kind to bare the Targaryen name, too innocent to become a part of their "holier than thou" culture. You were not stupid, Lyra knew that, but your ignorance was simply due to a purposeful lack of knowledge on Madam's part. Unlike most girls your age, you knew about sex, the pleasures a man could receive, but you still had the inexperience as them, and without some trustworthy to guide you... there was no telling what path you might follow.

Lyra stopped at an almost invisible door, the wood untreated and dark within the shadows. She used her knuckles to knock a rhythm into the door, short and legato sounding. She waited, her anxiety boiling inside her stomach as she bounced on her feet. The passing time seemed too long. By now, someone would've opened the door.

"Lyra, you must leave. The castle is in a tizzy with the arrival of-"

Lyra didn't wait for the servant dressed in red to finish, shoving her way into the bustling kitchen of the Red Keep.

"Lyra, I cannot help you right now," Sara chased, tugging her friend's arm. "They are preparing a feast for the royal family!"

Lyra ignored her, running to another hidden servant's passage, her leather shoes tapping on the worn stone floors.

"Where is she," Lyra asked, sprinting up multiple steps. "I must see her. I need to tell her to wait." Sara tripped up the stairs, catching her skirt as Lyra gained more distance.

"If you would take a moment, Lyra, I could tell you," she huffed, catching up to her old friend at the top of the passage. "They are at dinner," Sara finally answered, her breathing ragged. "She met Daemon. I observed through the walls. He was kind to her. I believe there is no ill-will between them."

"That is a relief to hear; truly, it is Sara, but the things I have listened to since she left..." Lyra trailed off, "a girl of her age should not be partaking in such activities. She is far too young to comprehend the consequences fully."

"That is hypocritical, Lyra," Sara scolded, crossing her arms. "I remember us during girlhood. We were not much better."

"That was different," Lyra said. She dismissed any more attempts of scolding from Sara, opening the door as the sounds of music seeped through the crack.

She could see you dancing, hopping back and forth like a rabbit with Princess Halaena. Lyra could not help but smile. Seeing the joy on your face was infectious. It had become a rare sight over the past moons. Partly, because you had just gotten your cycle, your body readying itself to fill its biological purpose. A part of her almost felt guilty for trying to ruin your night with the plans of your escape.

Your laughter carried into Lyra's hiding place as you lifted the Princess. Lyra slowly shut the door, a wan smile covering her face. It might do you good to extend your stay at the Red Keep. You could live as a girl, make friends and play as you never could. It would give Madam a sense of ease to know you were well and to gather the needed supplies for your trip across the Narrow Sea.

Sara gave Lyra a confused look as she retraced her steps. She still needed to memorize them. You would be safe for now, and that was all that mattered as Lyra slinked back to Flea Bottom.

Daemon had escorted you to your room after dinner, silent the entire way. You were thankful for that; if he had sparked conversation, you could not have held back your grin.

Of course, you were still upset with Aegon for stealing you away and keeping his real reason for wanting you at the castle, but how he looked at you... He made you feel like you were the only person worth looking at in a room full of royalty... It made your heart feel full.

Perhaps you were too harsh in judging him? He is still a person growing into an adult, the same as you. You acted immaturely with Ma, and he acted stupidly with you. You would forgive him, just as Ma forgave you.

You thought of Daemon, wondering what was running through his head during that silence. You understood that people believed you were his daughter, but your mother was not alive to claim it as such.

Sara calmly unbraided your hair as Caldia fluffed your pillows, and one of the other girls you had come to find out was named Izola laid a thin buttoned nightgown on the bed. It was nice to be dotted on, feeling more important than you were as your eyes became heavy.

It reminded you of the nights you and Aunt Lyra would pamper each other. She would use extra wages on the day off to gather pastries, flowers, and sweets. You would sit and listen to her odd stories of patrons for that week about how one man wanted her to call him "brother" and cried after he came. You would laugh and laugh as you both stuffed your mouths full.

Suddenly, your chest hurt, your heart skipping a beat, fluttering rapidly to regain its set pace. You clenched your fist, placing it over your heaving breasts as you tried to steady your breathing. It felt like you had fallen from a great distance and landed on your back. Tears swelled in your eyes as your body panicked, unsure of how to respond as it betrayed itself.

"My Lady," Sara spoke with concern in her voice. She had stopped unbraiding your hair, her hands on your shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you alright?" She asked, turning to see your frightened expression.

The other girls came rushing over, like swans landing on a pond, as they all gathered around you with concerned looks.

"My Lady, what has upset you?" Izola questioned as she put the back of her hand to your temple.

"My..." You stuttered, clutching your beating chest. "My... Heart," you gasped, confused and scared about what was happening. "I want Auntie Lyra. I want Ma. Where is she?"

You couldn't think straight. Your mind attempted to grasp what was happening, reverting to a terrified child after a nightmare.

"Ma is not here. You are in the Red Keep," Sara attempted to soothe you, unsure whether she should reveal what she knew.

"I-I want to go home," your voice was thick with shedding tears.

"You..." Sara glanced around, unsure, her voice becoming soft and pointed, trying to convey a message with her tone. "You are home."

"No," you cried, yanking at the collar of your dress. "I want to go home! I want to be with my family!"

The gown no longer held beauty when you gazed upon it. All you saw were hands.

You were screaming, your eyes blinded by tears as you stumbled into the vanity, falling to the stone floor. Dozens of pale jeweled fingers become your skin, trying to penetrate your flesh. They consumed you, curling inside as you attempted to pry them away. You pulled and swatted at them, but nothing worked. A never-ending cycle would appear as soon as you broke free of one another.

"Get off," you shrieked, "get away from me!"

You couldn't think. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't see. All you could do was feel their burrowing digits wiggling into you.

"Ma!" You screamed again, though you knew she wasn't coming. "Ma! Ma!" Your voice cracked, sounding thick with saliva.

You heard a loud crashing noise in the background, and you turned to look, but one of the hands gripped your face, forcing you to look back at them. You could see them gnawing like rats through your flesh and bone. Before you realized it, you were being lifted, the bejeweled fingers still all over your skin as someone shoved you into a chair.

Suddenly, they all vanished under a curtain of water, and you finally regained all your senses, looking at staring faces.

Caldia stood panting, a silver bucket in her grip. The other two maids were there, along with the Guard who was stationed outside your room. Sara and Izola were holding each other, their faces red and tears brimming their eyes. They must have seen them too... the hands.

"I came as swiftly as the Gods allowed," an older gentleman in pious brown robes said, bursting into your chambers with another man dressed similarly with a leather bag.

"Maester Mellos," Sara greeted in relief. She released Izola and thanked him with a squeeze. "I do not know what happened. One moment I was readying her for bed; the next..." She trailed off, looking at you with concern.

The Maester turned, seeing a girl who looked like she had run from one end of the Keep to the other, then averted his eyes swiftly.

"For God's sake. Give this girl some clothes."

You lowered your head. While in your fit, you had split the gown down to the waist; you only tore your small clothes a little higher. You covered yourself in shame, and embarrassment biting your ears. Caldia dropped the pale and grabbed your night dress from the beautifully patterned silk bed while Sara and Izola went to pull the tattered slit to keep your modesty.

Maester Mellows continued his examination, listening to your heart and touching your neck and underarms for anything abnormal. His companion took notes, a leather-bound book and feather quill in hand as the Maester whispered his findings. Your handmaids stood in the background, each with worried expressions.

One with a hand over their pursed lips, the middle looking between you and the stone floor, the other with arms crossed tightly around their chest, swaying slightly.

"She seems to be in good health," Maester Mellos declared. All three women sighed in relief, whispering thanks to the Seven. "Though her heart beats like a wild stallion, even when resting." As he continued, their faces dropped, fear rising to replace their short-lived relief. "I recommend deep breathing exercises to steady the pulse, but if something like this were to occur again..."

He motioned to his assistant, taking his bag and rummaging through it until he found what he was searching for. "Take a spoonful of this. Not a drop more."

He handed you an amber-colored glass bottle, a cork keeping it tightly sealed as you accepted it with trembling hands, letting him know you understood.

"Child, do you think you will be able to sleep tonight?" You lowered your gaze as your pride made your tongue feel like lead.

Maester Mellos sighed through his nose, kneeling to your height and placing a hand in your shaking ones.

"Tis alright, my girl. All women suffer hysteria from time to time. A punishment that all suffer in this time. Just do as I ask and all will be well." His tone was soft and kind, as a grandfather would speak to their grandchild, but the contents made you feel insulted.

He uncorked the bottle with a pop, getting a spoon from his bag as he poured the liquid into the bowl. You opened your mouth as he raised it, wrapping your dry lips around the cold silver. It was tan, almost the same color as molasses, and you began to feel skeptical of the powers this magic potion was implied to have.

You nearly spat it out from the taste. It was a bitter flavor worse than the absinthe Aegon gave you and burned your throat just the same. You didn't think to ask what it was, too focused on not spitting up as you forced yourself to swallow, taking a gulp of air with you and burping afterward.

"Rest now, child; the Seven smile down upon you. Thank the Maiden for this being your only ailment, and pray to the others for your continued health. You will be well in no time if you devote yourself to that." You nodded again, pushing yourself out of the chair wordlessly as you climbed into your bed, your handmaid hurrying to help you.

The Maester and his companion took their leave with a swift bow, the Guard escorting them out of your chambers and leaving the four of you alone. You had been nothing but a calm, albeit stubborn, guest in the Red Keep, and they were more concerned than anything. You could sense that they had questions, wanting to know where this sudden outburst came from.

The day had taken too much from you, and you had no more energy to speak as they pulled the silk sheets to your chest, tucking you in as Ma or Lyra would. You had begun to feel the effects of whatever Maester Mellos had given you as the girls left. Your limbs were heavy, and you felt your body and mind relax, sinking deeper and deeper onto a bed of clouds.

Aegon had drowned himself in his cups as always, but he did not desire to explore the Streets of Silk as he usually would at this hour. He sat on the stairwell leading down to your bed chamber hallway, waiting patiently until he saw everyone leave. Seeing the Maester as one of them did startle him a bit. What had happened in the time he was not with you?

He realized then that his little dragon could not be left unattended. He must be with you at all times lest something happen. It would be a difficult task for Aegon, yes, but he would do it. He would do it for you. You were his hatchling, after all. His and only his.

The eldest Prince waited a few more moments until he was sure your ladies would not return. He pulled himself up onto wobbly legs as he descended the stairs, dragging his fingers along the corridor until he felt a familiar little divot.

Aegon opened the wall into a hidden passageway connected to the many others that led out of the castle, but he didn't intend to leave tonight. Everything that he desired was right here in these very Redstone walls.

He traveled until he saw the familiar patch of stone that signified your room, making sure his drunk legs did not make a sound in case you had fallen asleep. Aegon pushed the wall slowly, careful not to have the stone scrape the ground as he peered through the crack.

Aside from lit candles on your bedside tables, there was no light in your chambers. He pushed the door partly open so that he could slink through, still as quiet as a mouse as he went to the lump on the side of the bed. He called out softly to not scare you, but as you did not move, he continued and sat on your mattress. Still, you did not stir. Your lips parted slightly as drool leaked onto your cheek. He leaned over, gently swiping away the spit, and finally, you roused, only moving from your side to your back, the covers below your chest.

Your nightgown had come unbuttoned, exposing the glistening valley between your breasts. It stopped short of fully revealing what he longed to see to Aegon, much to his disappointment. He traced his finger over your skin, sticky from the summer night's heat, and you, once again, did not move. He was mildly concerned you did not wake from his touch, but it did not stop him, his cock growing hard in his trousers.

He knew in his mind that if you had been awake, you would not let him touch you as he did, moving the fabric over to free one of your breasts. And the fact that you were not conscious right now, your body unable to reject or accept his advances, made him groan.

Aegon moved, swinging a leg over so you were in between his. Surely this would be when you would wake, kick, and scream at him until he left. But no, you laid beneath him like a log, and he grinned. Indeed this was a sign from the Gods you wanted him. In sleep, your body did not see him as a threat, which meant you truly desired him; your conscious mind did not know it yet.

His needy cock became too much, and he freed it from the confines of his pants. The head was a ruddy pink from his rushing blood, his thick shaft pulsing in time with the hammering of his heart.

He removed your other breast from your nightgown, the nipples taught and ready for him to pinch. One hand found the base of his member, the other groping and massaging the sensitive flesh. It only made him go faster, his hand pumping in shorter and quicker strokes. To his luck, you were still sound asleep, with no expression as to whether you felt him.

Aegon wanted to shove his needy cock down your throat and continue what you had started from a moment that now felt ages ago. When you asked him, drunk on the little death he had just given you, to teach you how to pleasure him. Perhaps your subconscious could learn instead.

"I like it sloppy," he said in a strained voice, spitting on his prick as he mimicked the squeeze of your womanhood with his fist, "but for you, little one, we will go slow. I'll have you dripping first, your little cunt begging to be stuffed by me. You will do better that way," Aegon grunted at the thought as he continued. "Then, I'll have you spit on me and use your tongue to spread it before I sink into your mouth. Do not worry. I shan't shove it in all at once. I'll ease it in. I'll guide your head to find the pace I like, and you'll use your hand to make up for the lost space."

He felt a jolt of pleasure, picturing the scenario in his mind, your big doe eyes staring up at him, looking for reassurance.

"Of course, you will be unsure if you are doing it right, but not to worry, I will tell you." The stroking of his cock went faster, making the pace that you would set for him. "Good girl, I would say. You're taking me so well. I know you would just clench at my praise and try to take more of me. I know what you are, even if you do not. A good little girl that would take whatever I gave her with a smile; you just don't realize it yet." Aegon could feel his high mounting quickly, grunts and moans spewing from his chest as he moved his free hand to squeeze your throat.

"You will do that for me, won't you, little one? You'll take my cock down your fucking throat and thank your Prince when you are done?"

Your eyelids fluttered open at the lack of air, sleep still clouding your vision and mind. You could only make out a face—shoulder-length hair of white, pouting pink lips wet with spit, and flushed cheeks.

"Aegon," you whispered groggily, suddenly pulled back under the sleep waves.

He came quickly and suddenly at the sound of his name from your lips. It was such a force that his seed shot to your chin.

"Yes, it is me, little one. I am here," he answered as more spurts of his manhood fell onto your bare chest. "I am here." You did not hear his words. Already back in a deep slumber as you squirmed slightly, wiping his labor off your chin.

Aegon cursed the Gods for such an insurmountable and sudden pleasure, stroking his cock slowly as he came down, almost collapsing on top of you. He wanted to watch you clean yourself, forcing you to wipe his spend off your body with your fingers, sucking it off before swiping for more, but alas, his little dragon was sleeping and knew better than to wake you. He needed now, more than ever, for you to be awake.

Aegon tucked himself back into his trousers and left the bed, searching for a rag to wipe you but could find none, only seeing your peasant clothes draped over a chair. The maids must've forgotten them, and he grabbed the dirty outfit stained with sweat and alcohol to clean his sin of your flesh. He looked out the window once he was done, throwing the clothes in a random spot for later.

At this point in the night, he realized where his highs would cease, and his thoughts would finally reign free. His chest felt empty, a horrid feeling of shame and guilt gnawing at his gut. No one would ever love him, he realized, not in the way he sought for. His mother was ashamed and disgusted at the mere thought of him. His brother filled all the criteria his Mother wanted him to, and his youngest sister, his... wife, stuck in a marriage she nor he wanted, forced to carry his heirs. His father often forgot he even existed in favor of Rhaenyra and her bastard children.

How would he ruin your life, Aegon wondered. It was inevitable. You, too, would surely follow the same pattern. You would hate him, be repulsed by his heinous actions, and become like everyone else. He heard you stir in bed behind him but did not care; you were still fast asleep. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, sniffing and willing himself not to let them shed as he crossed his arms for comfort.

"Aegon," he heard a soft voice behind him call. "What are you doing here?" He quickly wiped the tears from his face, rushing over to kneel on the opposite side of your bed.

You saw the wet streaks, his eyes bloodshot. "Are your alright?" You asked, sitting up as you grew more concerned.

"Yes, yes, little one. I am pretty alright. I was just stopping by to see how you faired after tonights events," he lied. You didn't believe him. Your mind slows as you think of what to say.

Though you were still angry at him for what he had done, you felt your heart soften at his broken face as you opened the covers on the other side of you. "Would you lay with me," you quietly spoke, doubling down as you saw his surprised expression. "Just for a little while until I fall back to sleep." Aegon did not hesitate to kick off his boots, shedding his wine-stained shirt as he climbed in. He, too, was desperate for companionship, as he always was.

You knew this was considered improper in royal customs, and you would most defiantly get into trouble if Daemon found out, but you didn't care. You could tell you, and Aegon needed some, if just for the night.

Aegon climbed into bed wordlessly. From the moment you met him, he was always the one to lead, and you were blank on how to proceed. He was afraid to say the wrong thing and have you refute your offer. You both lay there awkwardly, staring a the black ceiling in silence. You were still trying to figure out what to do.

You recalled childhood moments when you would crawl into Aunt Lyra's bed after Ma had scored you. It was almost second nature for her. She always knew how to help you and make you feel better.

You scooted closer to Aegon's stiff form, wrapping your arms around him as he turned. You did not speak. There was nothing to say as you squeezed him closer to you. Each other's presence was enough as you slowly drifted back to sleep. Eventually, his arms wrapped around yours as something akin to water slid down your skin.

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Aegon is a mentally ill and emotionally stunted individual who does terrible things. Instead of mommy issues, he has "everyone in his family issues." I just wanna stroke that baby prince's cock and tell him what a good boy he is as he makes a mess of himself with his cum.

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lazyollie · 5 months ago

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can you do like headcanons of lloyd with a male idol reader but reader is like a fan of the ninja?? i just think it would be cute and funny

Lloyd x Idol m!reader

Personal comment: Of course, I like this idea. This is my first request so I hope I can fullfill your request.

Umm it ended up kinda short. Sorry!

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°× At the first days of dating you guys kept everything secret. It's not because you would be ashamed of dating the Green Ninja. It was far from the truth.

°× You were obsesses with him. Such a kind soul, but still so powerful. You've asked hundred of question of his ninja career.

°× The problem was the people. Since you were a famous idol you have got a lot of attention.

°× If people would found out about the Famous Green Ninja and the Famous Idol of the Ninjago City might get both of you trouble.

°× Of course, you didnd't kept the secret away from the ninjas. They were teasing Lloyd how he had heart shaped eyes when you walked in the room.

°× A few months of dating you have beaten your incerusities and anxiety and and brought him with you to a party (im not really specific about it xd).

°× First Lloyd was unsure about it. He didn't really liked to be in the middle of attention. But later he and you found out people didn't make such a big deal about it than you thought.

°× + You praised him a lot in front of other idols what got him flustered few times.

°× There were days when both of got insecurties about dating with each other. You know that type of "Is he dating with me because of I'm famous?" insecurity.

°× In those days you ressaure him, cuddle him up and pemper his face with kisses. And he does the same with you.

°× Sometime later Lloyd started to show up (when he got time beside missions and ninja duties) as your bodyguard.

°× It's because he doesn't want you to get attacked or kidnapped by his enemies just because he got close to you. (That was his main reason from him why you should keep your relationship as a secret).

°× Since both of you are famous you get paparazzi and fans following both of you around the dates became kinda difficult.

°× But both of y'all could look for date ideas where you can be in peace, together. Such as movie nights, camping or stargazing.

°× Sometimes both of you just lay in bed and laugh on people on social media who are bragging about you.

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Well, that's for all now. I restarted all over again the whole writting, because I found it bad. So I did everything to night, even though I should sleep now. (It's 00:57 and I have to wake up early). So I hope you like it.

Love y'all!<3

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lego ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon x y/n #ninjago lloyd x reader #ninjago lloyd x y/n #ninjago x reader #ninjago x y/n #lloyd garmadon #fanfiction #headcanons #amateur writer

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benjineedssleep · 2 days ago

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👋 7 and 11 for the "get to know your fic writer" asks, please!

ohhh these are solid ones. can't believe i actually have answers though LOLOL

here's the og post if anyone else wants to join in on the sillies -> Get to know your fic writer! if you were tagged, question 11 was asking for fic recs and ily <3

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

it comes to me in a vision /hj

no but in all seriousness when i come up with ideas for any kind of story (drabble, one shot, short fic, long fic, doesn't matter) they kind of come with a built in pov. i don't think there's ever been a time when i've struggled to come up with a character who i want to tell the story. i think a part of this has to do with the fact some semblance of conflict comes prepackaged with my ideas and conflict is always tied to a person for me.

like with my current short fic, the premise was always that sam was to have a struggle with the reality of being alone in x amount of time because i see sam as a very family/community oriented person. so i guess in this instance you can say my pov choices not only stem from the story idea itself, but the idea stems from some core aspect of a character and their personality.

does that make any sense? i hope it does D:

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

the sambastian brainrot is actually insane however:

You've Really Got Me by softwisp

this fic is genuinely one of the most well written and captivating fics i've read in a long fucking time. it's also so fascinating because it's written in this super internal monologue-y stream of consciousness way that i've literally never seen before.

please note this fic is sexually explicit tho lmao

The Sunshine of Your Smile by Andrea_P_Quintell

this fucking fic ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY. i remember reading this and texting my friend at the speed of LIGHT when i finished. i think about it now and then and honestly it's due for a reread. also finding out @shortysus4 wrote this has me *slamming fist on table* /pos y'all are so mf-ing talented holy shit--

Frog Rock by wheneveryouwantto

this was the fic that converted me to the sambastian religion. i don't even know how i started shipping them i just know i read this and something in me went "wait a goddamn minute", saw the possibilities, and went insane. and it's not even like it was the first sdv/sambastian fic i ever read. there were others but this was the fic that flipped the switch. @superpyodan i'm looking at you and i'm bowing LMFAO

YOU ALSO GET BONUSES

i've been low key invested in the little snippets of @superpyodan's oc (kenny) x alex fic and @eemamminy-art's oc (mallory) x alex fic that they both post. i haven't committed to the fics themselves just yet HOWEVER i can say both of their ocs live rent free in my head. one day i will have the mentals to pick up the fics but for now they're bonuses for straight vibes alone XD

also if you're tagged here and had absolutely no idea i fucked with your writing that hard i am SO SORRY-- i've been a lurker for 4 months and only started showing my face like a month ago wahhhh D:

#benji writes fanfic #stardew valley

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lilac-den · 7 months ago

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This is probably terrible but since you posted that ask about Maverick and pet play I’ve been pretty set on his MC having the ability to turn into animals. Like I know everything’s early stages and I wanna try all routes and variables but it just makes me laugh.

For the actual ask part, can that or the material transformation abilities be used in more casual instances in normal life or would you say the downsides are too great?

Y'all really be thirsting for Maverick, I stg XD

To answer your question:

I'm planning to try to implement their usage - like how these powers can aid you in, say, espionage or snooping around? For the time being, however, you can't use these powers in public due to a political reason that you'll learn about once you meet the emperor (hoping it's next chapter but I also don't want it too long for you all, especially given what I'm gonna be writing 💀 ho boy)

#TSR #The Sole Reminiscence #MC #powers

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dipplinduo · 6 months ago

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So you would want to write more Sweet & Sour? Interesting. Anything you wish you could rewrite in hindsight?

(Context: this ask)

OOH this is a good question! xD 'Cause yeah, there's some things I'd handle differently. I could be knit-picky about a number of things, but these are the main ones tbh:

Make Kieran & Juliana have an even slower burn (like pre first-kiss). I pulled the trigger on making them more romantically involved with each other because I knew I was going in that direction and felt that I would've only written repetitively about their dynamic if I kept things where they were. BECAUSE OF COURSE MORE IDEAS CAME IMMEDIATELY AFTER I PULLED THAT TRIGGER- I am a bigggg enemies/rivals to lovers fan, and I don't like it when the pair gets together too quickly. I honestly wonder what I would think about their development if I was a reader lol. (I will say that keeping the fluidity & tension up after the fact was good, though. A lot of books I read suck at doing that xD) But like, stuff like early Kieran taking care of sick Juliana and having conflicting feelings over it? That felt like a great sweet spot. I'd love to give Juliana a little more reluctance about how she feels about Kieran too; I wanted to show that she's compassionate to a fault (and now y'all may see why xDD), but yeah. I really like the early stages of their feelings, and tbh it was part of why I wrote DIOH. I chuck things in there that I couldn't go back on with S&S D.

More flashbacks, especially for Juliana. Although...:) Chapter 22 and CHAPTER 23.... (that's all I'll say on that because I have a plan to address this LOL).

As much as I dislike it, draw out the E4 battles and whatnot. S&S D is by no means a battle-oriented fic but I 100% shoehorned the challenges in to progress a necessary part of the plot and I'll own that. It's honestly one of the smaller things given that the fic has more of a romance/chain lore/dorming au/some slices of life moments in it, butttttt yeah. xD Essentially I'd have Juliana challenge them in a more gradual way.

Some writing style things. As I've been growing as a casual writer, one thing I caught myself doing - unintentionally - is some bait-and-switch writing at times.

E.g. Applins are missing at the end of one chapter -> Applins are found in the next & the plot point is immediately resolved.

It didn't feel like that to me at the time because I wrote the chapters separately at different times & it does take a whole long ass chapter to get there, buuuuut! Yeah! I could see how this could get a little frustrating as a reader (imo); however, I acknowledge it can also give a (positive) episodic feel.

Since I self-identified this, I'm trying to be mindful about it with endgame stuff. There is something coming up that does dress itself up in a bit of a bait-and-switch manner, and I'm gonna work hard to hopefully demonstrate that this was the plan all along (thank you foreshadowing xD)

Another thing is the way I describe things at times. I can tend to get very descriptive because I want to immerse people, but this in itself can likely get repetitive. I will continue the writing style in S&S D for the most part to keep the cohesion in the story though. :)

#Ive rambled enough so I'll leave it here for now #lol #otherwise yeah there are plot points I'd remove or reword too #thats the fun of the “what if” chapter possibilities too though #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran

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the-bed-gremlins-reading-list · 2 months ago

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😭Hello! I have a question I see there not a lot of questions in this tumblr yet and saw you asking for some so is it ok if I sent a handful of questions about the ro’s? They will be separate and u don’t have to answer them all at once

I’m just excited about this and want to know more about the ro’s but don’t wanna go crazy in the send box

Sorry if the question insensitive! Ty for reading this!!

You're more than welcome to! XD I answer questions as I'm able to, mostly on days my brain is "blergh" about writing, so it might be a while til i answer but i think they're tons of fun.

I will warn y'all, I can be very ace, so NSFW questions will probably take longer or are more likely to go unanswered. Not that I won't answer any, but they'll be less common than other sort.

I've been sick the last week or so, so I haven't done much except watch Leverage and nap. Hoping to do a little more this week. ^^;

#aly answers asks

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celestiarambles · 7 months ago

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You'll be Safe Here

trigger warning: suicide, overdose, hospitalization, psychiatric hospitals, mental disorders

hi so i know y'all are tired of me trying to defend angela... but here's another fic defending her once again xD

this is kind of like a part 2 of you can't catch me now in lars' pov and this was kind of requested by @dinamo123xpq, i had planned to write this a long time ago but i got busy and now here it is!

also whenever i listen to the filipino song you'll be safe here (the lyrics are in english) it also kind of reminds me of lars and angela (i'll reblog it with the spotify link later haha)

so yeah i hope you'll endure my yapping about this for at least a little longer HAHA

Summary: Lars wasn’t supposed to care about Angela anymore. Once the Bureau was over, his plan was to settle their divorce papers and stay in Australia with his daughters for good…

Until he gets an important call.

Also cross-posted on Ao3: You'll be Safe Here - celestiamirasol - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

It has been a week ever since the Bureau had officially dismantled SOMBRA for good. They only had to process paperworks and forensic evidence for every law enforcement agency in the world, and everything would be over.

Their purpose would be over.

”What are you planning to do after this, bro?” Jack asked his best friend. “I honestly don’t know, the Bureau’s been my whole life…”

Lars knew exactly what he was going to do. Local forensic laboratories in Australia were offering positions to him after they had heard of his work in the Bureau, but he wasn’t interested. Once he settled his divorce papers, he was going to find a simpler job, start anew with his daughters.

His daughters deserved a peaceful life, one without chaos or violence. One without betrayal. He wanted to close this chapter of his life so bad.

”Daddy, you’re still not coming back to Australia with us?” April innocently asked as he brought the triplets to the airport. Their nanny followed suit.

”I’m really sorry girls, but I’ll just settle something in the Bureau, and then I’ll stay with you for good.”

“Can we see mommy?” June shyly asked.

”June, mommy had already left us!” May’s response had broken Lars’ heart. He didn’t want to hear his kids ever say that, but it was for the best. So that they could all move on.

”Girls, I know this is hard for all of us…” Lars knelt down to meet their gaze, trying to hold back tears. “…but you might never see your mom again. It’s for your own safety. I’m sorry.”

”But daddy, Elsa also hurt Anna and almost froze the entire kingdom, and yet they forgive each other because they love each other!” June pleaded, referencing Frozen. “Do you… do you not love mommy anymore?”

“Our flight number is being called, girls.” The nanny took them. “We should go.”

Lars stood up, processing June’s question. “Take care, girls.”

Did he not love Angela anymore? Maybe. He had already accepted that she would never be the woman she once was. Thinking about her hurt him too much. He almost committed suicide because of her betrayal one time. He didn’t want to even make their marriage work for the girls, for it’ll just hurt them in the long run.

Love wasn’t supposed to hurt, it was supposed to be steady. Safe.

However when he returned back to the Bureau’s New York headquarters, why did his heart beat fast when a random number called him?

”Hello, are you Lars Douglas?”

“Yes, who’s speaking?”

“Hi this is from the NYC Health and Hospitals, you are listed as the emergency contact of Angela Douglas. We are calling to inform you that she has suffered from an overdose on benzodiazepine…”

He wasn’t supposed to care about her anymore. They were over. SOMBRA was over.

But why did he immediately run to the hospital so fast once he got the call?

He wished that this was some kind of sick joke, that it was all some kind of nightmare, but it was not. The broken pieces that he had struggled to fix for the past few months had crumbled all over again once the doctors told him that Angela had fallen into a coma due to her attempt, and they didn’t know if she would ever wake up.

Oh god, the girls. How can he explain this to his daughters? He last told them that they might never see her again…

A sob bubbled up his throat as he entered the hospital room and found Angela unconscious and hooked to various monitors. He hated how he still held her hand, crying, mourning for her and the woman she once was. He wanted to be mad, yell at her for trying to leave him, to leave them like this…

But he looked around the dreary place. He was all alone. He was the one listed as her emergency contact. Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into the morning… nobody else came for her. Her parents were dead. Her SOMBRA comrades either were in jail, in therapy, or dead. The Bureau hates her for trying to kill them and for denouncing Dupont. He was the only one that came for her, and even he had plans to leave her too.

She had no one left.

Thinking about it, it would be a truly somber end to one’s existence. What she did was wrong and he hated her for it. But once upon a time, he believed that she had a good heart, and it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with her. However, fate had been cruel to her and took away her parents from her at such a young age, causing her to fall into SOMBRA’s clutches.

If Lars had to choose, he would rather have her live a life with her parents instead of her meeting him. Maybe then the world wouldn’t have tainted her perspective so bitterly.

Once he got back to the Bureau, he immediately threw away the divorce papers and canceled the meeting with his lawyer. The more he thought about it, the more that he felt his every step to Marina’s office become heavier.

He recalled the time she first got arrested and when he confronted her for answers. She told him her parents died when she was eight. Even if she had told him that she had chosen this, that she chose to be loyal to SOMBRA… He wanted to be naive. Deep inside, he felt that she secretly didn’t want this. She was a recruit, just like the other kids that suffered at the hands of SOMBRA. She was also a victim of the harsh cycle of violence they perpetuated.

He hated how this had to happen in order for him to realize all of this.

“You want me to petition the court to release all the SOMBRA recruits and instead subject them to a stay at a psychiatric hospital, including Angela?” Marina clarified to the scientist, baffled. “I can probably understand the others, but she almost killed Jonah, she almost killed us, Lars… do you really want that?”

“I don’t believe she wanted to do that either…” Lars sighed.

”Maybe you’re just feeling this way because she had attempted. It’s valid to feel this way, but it’s not your fault. That was her choice to make -“

“I know it’s not my fault! It’s SOMBRA’s fault!” He didn’t mean to snap at Marina. He didn’t know why he was still defending her, but she deserved to have someone in her corner for once. Like how she did for him all this time. “She told me SOMBRA took her in when she was eight… Did you know that?! We’ve seen how it affected children like Sanjay and Mei many times! Why would she be any different?!”

”But -“ Marina looked at Lars like he was crazy. “I-I’ll… think about it, okay?”

He left Marina’s office, dejected. He knew her betrayal was hard on everyone, but sometimes it felt like he was the only one that cared. It was like everyone accepted that Angela was a horrible person and they couldn’t change that.

Soon, weeks turned into a month, and finally they had finished all of the documents and forensic evidence to take down SOMBRA. The Bureau was over. However the more that time passed by, the less likely was the chance for Angela to wake up again.

All of them were celebrating, but Lars wasn’t in the mood to. While a part of him held onto the hope that maybe she was still alive, he couldn’t stop thinking about their last exchange. The harsh words he had last imparted to her, how he had told her that he never wanted to see her ever again…

They had a vow. ‘Til death do us part. But why did their parting words to each other stung more than death itself?

”Hey.” Carmen approached him along with Marina, holding a champagne glass. “I heard about what happened to Angela… I’m sorry.”

“Carmen and I were just talking about it, and… you’re right.” Marina met his gaze. “All of the recruits deserve a second shot at life. Including Angela.”

That night, he and the two women visited her once again. Even if forgiveness was still hard, they all vowed to give her a second chance at life. She deserved to live again.

Maybe he was just holding on to the idea of her. But deep down, he wanted to try to make that idea possible, even for a little.

Even though he promised to the triplets that he was going to go back home, he had to stay in New York for a little while longer, helping Marina with the petition. He didn’t want to leave Angela alone. He stayed with Jack for a while, even though the latter was opposed to his decision, thinking that she got what she deserved. But to him, it was not what she deserved.

He visited her everyday, constantly leaving white, yellow, and blue tulips in her hospital room. He knew how much she loved tulips. It represented hope, rebirth, and life. He wanted to give life to her dreary hospital room. He wanted to wish all the best for her.

Jack tried to get him to move on. He tried convincing Lars to try dating apps, that there was more to life outside Angela. There was a point where he almost gave in, that maybe after all this time there was a chance that she didn’t love him anymore. But Lars didn’t feel like falling in love again if it wasn’t with her.

However, he couldn’t stay forever. He had a promise to the triplets. But before he went back to Australia, he had to do something.

Ever since her attempt, Lars had hired a private investigator to investigate her life in SOMBRA. He wanted to do everything he could to make sure Angela could go back to her normal life eventually. But according to the investigator, nothing in her life was ever normal.

Being more used to hot climates, he wasn’t used to the chilly breeze that greeted him in South Korea. He held a piece of paper in his hand, traipsing along the steps of Busan Correctional Facility.’

After some time, he sat inside a booth. In front of him was a woman, who was supposedly his in-law. Angela’s ‘mother’ who was part of SOMBRA. He knew he had to confront them at some point in his life.

”Oh, so you’re that guy that Angela decided to marry…”. Her lips pursed into an annoyed frown. “See, I knew that she made the wrong choice. At least with us, her future was secure. She was supposed to join a multi-million pharmaceutical company under us once she graduated, but no, she chose you. Ever since you came into her life, she has become a failure.”

“But you’re also forgetting that while we were married, she had become a renowned scientist with a Nobel Prize. And she did it all with her own talent and effort. Without you.” He didn’t like how her own supposed ‘mother’ put her down like that.

”Oh, but she lost it anyway because she became sloppy with the Bureau, no? I’ve been telling her father that he should’ve just killed her the moment she said she was going to marry you. She was never going to survive.”

”No, fuck you!” Lars wasn’t one to curse, but he couldn’t take it anymore. “It was because of you she became like this! If you didn’t force her to do things she didn’t want to do, then maybe she wouldn’t be in a coma right now! You didn’t care about her, you just wanted her for your own selfish gain!”

He spat out a bunch of other expletives at the woman. The guards had to pull him out because of his outburst. He sat outside the steps and cried.

She told him that she disobeyed SOMBRA one time, and that one time was to marry him.

She fought for him. She fought to keep their family safe, away from the clutches of SOMBRA. From getting him out of that chimney when they first met, to saving him from his near death experience by finding the cure to the plague… All this time, she was fighting for him.

This time, he wanted to be the one to fight for her.

While he had to go back to Australia for the triplets, he was overcome with joy when Marina called to tell him that the petition had passed. Angela could finally heal.

Eventually, he told the triplets the whole story about their mother’s situation. He had only explained bits of it to them during video calls. Now that he was finally with them, he was able to sit them down and tell them everything.

“Is mommy going to die?” April asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

”I don’t know, girls… it’s been a year, and I’ll be honest….” He didn’t want to say it, but a part of him had to accept it so it won’t hurt much once it happened. “…her chances of waking up are slim.”

“I want to see her, daddy!” June cried. “I want to see mommy!”

“She already left us, June!” May was angry, but a part of her was hurt as well. “It’s… it’s been a long time…”

”Hey, girls, it’s alright to feel what you’re feeling right now. But no matter what happens to your mother, just know that she’s there, watching over all of us every step of the way, like a guardian angel.”

He hugged his daughters as they all cried together. They had various shades of anger, hurt, and confusion written on their faces, but they still mourned.

Thankfully, things got better.

3 years later, Lars had gotten the news that Angela had finally woke up. He immediately requested for her transfer to a psychiatric hospital nearby in Australia so that he could visit her.

He also sought help, both for him and the triplets. The past few years had all taken a heavy toll on their mental health, and he wanted to make sure that they were all going to be okay.

Once he had heard that Angela had finally been transferred, he wanted to see her, but the hospital didn’t allow him to. So as a coping mechanism, his therapist suggested for him to send letters for her to read. And so he did, even writing her various prose and random lyrics whenever he thought about her. He even put in random drawings and letters that the triplets made. Some were corny, some were profound, but he wanted to show her that she was loved.

A year later, he was finally allowed to visit her. Her therapist thought that this would be best for her healing. Their reunion was filled with a lot of tears, but deep in his heart he had forgiven her for everything. He accepted her for all that she was, the good and the bad.

“Hey.” He greeted her with a smile as she got discharged from the psychiatric hospital after 7 years, holding a bouquet of yellow tulips. “This is for you.”

“Y-you didn’t have to…” Angela blushed as she accepted the bouquet.

“No, I wanted to.” He pulled her closer as they walked over to their car. This time, he wasn’t going to let her go.

The first few minutes of the ride back home were silent, not until Angela spoke up. “Lars…”

”Hmm?”

”I truly am sorry for everything… and thank you for staying with me.” She looked away as she felt her eyes sting with tears.

Lars didn’t say anything until they had encountered a stoplight. His eyes may still be on the road, but his free hand crept to hers as he held it. “You don’t have to say sorry or thank you anymore. Just know that I’ll be here for you no matter what.”

Because as people change, love grows into a steady space, ready to withstand whatever the world throws at it.

No matter what happens, love will always be steady. It will always be safe.

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case save the world #brb going to cry

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sugoi-and-spice · 5 months ago

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1, 18, 22, and 23 <— for the writers asks :)

The Writer Ask Game! (Gahh, these are so fun! ^_^)

1. the last sentence you wrote

Ah, this is a little sneak peak of the next chapter actually. ^_^

Instead, Iguchi just shoved him back onto the bed, then stormed back over to his own, muttering about what a spoiled asshole he was all the way over.

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic.

I started to write a chapter where MC, Shigaraki, and Iguchi go to a climbing/bouldering gym, but ultimately scrapped it. I still like the concept though, so I'll probably bring it back in some form or another in the sequel, though without this particular version of banter, since this takes place when MC and Shigaraki are still trying to deny their feelings for each other. xD

Little more than a paragraph, but I have a feeling y'all won't complain.

“I thought we were already rock-climbing,” Shigaraki said as she knelt down in front of him to adjust the harness around his waist.

“Nah, that was bouldering.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Besides the harness?” she chuckled, then nodded towards one of the walls they were actually going to climb, which was at least three times the height of the tallest wall they’d covered in the other section of the gym.

“Huh,” he acknowledged with a twitch of his mouth.

That actually looked kind of fun.

She secured the last strap and then tapped Shigaraki on his outer thigh for his attention, “Alright, is that too tight?”

He just smirked down at her, “I don’t know. Maybe you should give it a feel and check.”

“You realize I’m in prime nut-tapping position right now, right?” she deadpanned, “Might not want to piss me off.”

Oh, he was painfully aware of her position right now. About fifty different scenarios of her sucking his dick right now had cycled through his head just in the time since she asked that question.

22. do you every worry about public reaction to what you're writing? how do you get past that?

Hmmm, not much. Not anymore at least. When I first started this blog I was a bit worried about potential harassment since I do write dark and problematic content. But I've really only received one or two mean comments/anon messages in the, what, 2 years I've been posting this content? And I just deleted them.

Haha that being said, I think I'm actually a little nervous about whether or not people will like this next chapter. It's pretty much entirely Shigaraki and Iguchi backstory and it also weaves in a lot of really personal viewpoints and experiences with mental illness, so I do hope I do that representation justice.

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing

Ooooh, I'd say angsty and problematic, but also, ultimately healing.

I really love exploring toxic relationships and complicated dynamics in my fics, and particularly I really like to examine how characters can grow from and out of those dynamics and become better people. I love to write growth and character arcs.

...now, would it probably be a bit more moral if I didn't also write these fics as love stories? If Play Nice was a cautionary tale and I wrote about how MC is able to get away from Shigaraki and move on with her life? Haha, yeah probably.

But where's the fun in that?

#spice chats #writers game #play nice fic

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mr-stottlemonk · 10 months ago

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Sorry it’s been a minute, but MC-Anon back again!

If you could write an episode, what would it be about? Or alternatively: if you could confirm Stottlemonk in canon, how would you do it?

(This is a hard question so u can think about it so so much to make up for me being away for a minute. Also not back immediately but just figured I should say I’m still here)

hi dear mc-anon!! welcome back /0/ <3.

yanno, xD. i'm giggling cause like, this ask gave me ANOTHER idea for a fic (someone save me) but also i have a couple ideas for fics that seem like "episodes" that could be canon too!!

now hmm, if i could confirm they were canon with the subtle way they like to hint at things in the show:

monk making leland lunch every single day after the episode very, very old man [s02e05]. leland going "why tf is he making me lunches all of a sudden?" + the precinct going "oh who's the girl cap'n?" -> the girl is monk, you fools. monk doesn't know he's pining either, he just wants leland to be well fed and know he's loved. monk's love language is acts of service <3. the way to a man's heart is through his stomach somethin' somethin'.

NEXT UP. *drumroll* we can also go for the classic (hilson) move: them moving in together!! living together!! domestic feels!! domestic love!! coming home to each other!! going home together after a case!! being there when the other has a bad day!! JUST BEING THERE AND HOLDING HANDS BY ACCIDENT WHILE WATCHING TV. pls imagine leland doing the dishes exactly the way adrian likes them... without asking. would our beloved mr. monk not cry a damn river right there? adrian buying leland his favorite packs of beer. recording the shows he knows leland likes... i feel this should have happened in s5/s6. we we're robbed y'all 😔✊️.

now the third one ;"). everyone starts mistaking them for a couple - like they dont outright mention it but after the couple of times recently that every damn witness/suspect etc goes "are you two like... *vague hand gestures" or "your man over there. don't know how you deal with him" or the officers in the precinct going "monk, the captain's having a real bad day, could you come over for a while?" pls. everyone is shipping them. even randy going "we're the children of divorce" @ natalie (ง ื▿ ื)ว

the fourth is just me being silly and wanting cottage husbands au... its kinda canon?? cause it DID happen sorta... but them retiring and moving to a small town... i feel like i'm going off topic xD.

stay safe dear!! remember to drink water! take care of yourself :3

but yes! that's what i feel could confirm stottlemonk canon.

also, i asked a friend ( @s-misaki ) and they said: adrian getting shot in front of leland (he doesn't die ofc, but dramatic af adrian + leland going through so many emotions. them helping each other out to recover... hehe)

p.s that first idea is actually a fic i'm writing.

p.p.s: so is the second idea ( ´ ꒳ ` ).

#forget gave me one idea anon you gave me two #someone save me and write some of these in my place #i dont got enough hands.#but i also wanna be fed yanno?#nomnomnom stottlemonk #anon asks #mc-anon #stottlemonk

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seigephoenix · 5 months ago

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happy dadwc! a song lyric prompt for characters/pairing of your choice: You’re not close enough so there’s space in between you and me

-inquisimer

Happy DADWC! A prompt for @dadrunkwriting This is the last prompt of the night because, well... Y'all will see. It got away with me and I think I'll lay off the Bacardi next time. XD Turns out I get wordy and want to put feelings into my smut.

Content Warning: A little Bianca slander but just a bit, fingering, smut with feelings, p in v Length: ~5k (I got really wordy with this one)

Niyra looked out over the Skyhold courtyard with a wry smile on her face as she spied her companions milling about. She searched for one face but he wasn’t there, but she knew deep down he wouldn’t be out there. Not since Hawke decided to stay at Skyhold and continue to help them in their fight against Corypheus. She would be jealous except she wasn’t sure where she really stood with Varric. One moment he was flirting with her and the next he jumped a few meters back away from her.

After dealing with Bianca, which still left a sour note in her mouth, he’d been distant from her. Niyra thought she’d handled that situation as best as she could, she didn’t punch the infuriating woman in her mouth like she wanted. She also didn’t let Sera put itching powder on her when she wasn’t looking. She turned back towards her room and looked at the mountain of paperwork on her desk and heaved an exhausted breath. She quietly sat at her desk and got to work.

Herald’s Rest

“So, the Inquisitor is rather cute.” Hawke grinned down at Varric who sent him a warning glare.

“Not the time Hawke.” Hawke raised his hands and merely grinned at his friend.

“I’m just saying, you could do a lot worse than the woman who holds most of the fate of Thedas in her hands.” He ordered another drink and sipped it as he watched the parade of emotions on Varric’s face. Bull had told him what went down with their confrontation with Bianca, and Hawke commended Cadash’s restraint. Their old companions wouldn’t have shown such resolve, of that he was sure and he wondered if Varric saw it. Hawke also thought back to the way Cadash looked over at Varric when the dwarf wasn’t looking at her. He’d caught her eye once and had chuckled at the way her face went up in flames.

“I have Bianca.” Varric began but Hawke scoffed. “What?”

“Be honest with me Varric.” Hawke turned to face him and crossed his arms. “I love you and I have for a lot of years, so I want you to be honest with me and yourself when I ask you this question.” Varric sipped his ale as he looked at Hawke with a steady gaze. “Do you still love Bianca or are you just scared of the unknown?” Varric drew up in outrage but he held up his hand. “Bianca is a steady facet of your life, one that has blown up in the past few years. You know her. You don’t know Cadash and that scares you. You’ve never done well with that type of thing my dear dwarven friend.” Hawke grinned as he saw his words hit home.

“There’s nothing wrong with sticking to the familiar.” Hawke shook his head and looked down at his tankard.

“Nah, pretty boring though. Me? I’d rather jump in with both feet. I may fail but at least I’m still going somewhere.” Varric glared at Hawke who merely shrugged with a grin. “What? It’s the truth. The unknown is scary, sure, but there’s so many possibilities there. You swore Bianca was your one true love, but love can be just as fickle as fate herself.” Hawke waved his hand as he spoke. “Could be she was just stop number one to teach you what you were truly looking for.”

“Hawke… You’re speaking nonsense. Bianca is the end all be all for me.” Hawke regarded his tankard and shook his head. “What?”

“Seems lonely. Also isn’t she married to someone else and the Guild has a hit out on you if you come close to her? Sheesh, you live for complications don’t you?” Hawke realized what he said and burst out laughing. “And that’s coming from me. The king of complicated relationships.”

“Well then big guy, what would you do? If my situation was like yours and Anders?” Varric asked impatiently. Hawke smiled and looked down at his ale.

“I’d be thankful for the ride we did have together. The lessons learned, the love we shared, and the adventure itself. But I’d move on. Dwelling on the past does nothing but stagnate you,” Hawke murmured as he lifted his eyes to Varric’s. “Life is too short to be stuck in one place. And if you ask him, Anders will tell you the same thing.”

“I see.” Varric took a long swig of his ale as he contemplated Hawke’s words. Was he just clinging to the past because he was too afraid of moving forward? Was it Bianca he loved or the memory of who she was? He certainly didn’t know the current woman, not the one they’d met down there in the entrance to the Deep Roads. When he closed his eyes, it wasn’t Bianca’s eyes that came to his mind. It was a pair of Lyrium blue eyes and a sultry voice calling his name with a laugh. “I’ll think about it.”

“All I can ask. You heading in for the night?” Varric nodded and Hawke wished him a good night.

Niyra’s Quarters

“Why do I have to care again?” She glared down at the piece of paper as an Orlesian noble wrote to her griping about another lady copying her dress. “Maybe Josie can explain it to me.” Niyra set the paper to the side as she reached for another when the sound of her door opening reached her ears. She figured it was one of her advisors and went back to the task at hand before more paperwork got thrown at her.

She ran a hand over her hair and clenched her jaw as another Orlesian noble brought a petty dispute to her attention. “You’d think we didn’t have a huge hole in the fucking sky to deal with based on this shite.” Niyra huffed as she grabbed her quill to write a reply.

“Inquisitor?” Niyra fumbled the quill as Varric’s voice startled her, landing with soft clatter and leaving a large ink stain on the reply on which she’d been working. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t you hear me come in?”

“I heard the door open, but I didn’t expect you… I expected Josephine or Cullen honestly.” Niyra rubbed at her temple as she looked down at the dark splotch on the page. She tilted her head as she tried to figure out the shape.

“Looks like…”

“Don’t finish that thought Tethras.” Niyra pointed her finger at him as they both knew what the shape looked like. She sighed and tossed the paper in the bin next to her desk. “Now, what brings you to my quarters at this time of the day?” Niyra hopped off her chair and skirted around the desk to lean against it. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she regarded him carefully. She didn’t know what tore him from Hawke’s side but it would not be anything good.

“Can’t a guy want to go talk to the lady in charge of most of Thedas about the weather?” Niyra’s eyebrows shot up as she heard something in his voice. Something that didn’t sit right with her and unsettled her. Derision.

“Whatever pissed you off Varric has nothing to do with me, so I’ll ask you kindly to not take it out on me.” Niyra crossed her arms as Varric looked startled. Genuinely startled. Now that was something to think about, did he not realize what he’d done? Niyra wondered about that. “Now, you never visit me in my quarters. I don’t think you’ve ever stepped foot here, so whatever brought you here must be serious. So what’s the problem?”

“Does it always have to be a problem you need to solve?” Varric asked quietly as she grabbed the small wooden sculpture on her desk. She had to have something to focus her hands on while she was speaking to anyone, an annoying habit that got her knuckles smacked too many times to count as a child.

“Well, it usually is a problem that brings you to my door. I’m the one who seeks you out for anything else.” Her quiet words stalled his on his tongue. Was that true? He thought back to their interactions and realized she would get that impression from him. Varric wanted to smack himself. “So if it’s not a problem, what does bring you to my room?”

“I.” Varric began but the words stuck in his chest. Was he afraid of stepping forward? Was it the fear of change? Bianca represented the comfort in things he knew, Niyra represented things he couldn’t know for sure.

Niyra waited for him to finish but he just couldn’t continue. She grew concerned that it was a truly serious matter that brought him up to her room. She stepped closer to Varric and he jerked back in a startled reflex. She paused and stared at him in wide-eyed confusion. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what Inquisitor?” She flinched as he used her title but her anger boiled up after a second.

“Flinch away from me like that. When did I ever give you any indication I’d hurt you?” Niyra demanded as she set the wooden sculpture down on her desk and turned to fully face Varric. Her blue eyes were dark with her anger and it did something to his pulse to see it. “Tell me Varric, why are you so skittish around me? Is it because of the whole Bianca thing? Ugh, it is isn’t it?” Niyra threw up her hands as she drew her own conclusions as he remained silent. The mention of Bianca snapped him out of it and the age-old instinct to defend Bianca jumped forth.

“Don’t say her name.” Niyra turned and regarded him with a steady gaze.

“I honestly don’t know what you wanted from me Varric. I treated her as I would treat any potential ally of the Inquisition. Respectful and cool. Because I don’t trust her and I seriously don’t know why you do!” Niyra shouted. The words bounced around her room as she struggled to control her breathing and temper, but nothing was working.

“She was my lover!”

“Was! Was your lover Varric! Would a lover really do what she did?” Niyra swung her hand out to the side as if to emphasize her point.

“You don’t know her reasons!”

“I certainly do! Selfish! They were selfish!” Niyra snapped at him in return. “That woman did not give a single thought to how this would come back on you.” She pointed at his chest, her nail pressing in against his shirt. His eyes were angry as they met hers.

“You don’t know her like I do.” Niyra rolled her eyes which annoyed him even more.

“And how exactly do you know her Varric? By your own account you haven’t spent time together in the same spot in years! People change! Bianca is no exception! The Bianca you knew in your youth is no longer the woman who was down there!” Niyra was seething that he dared insult her the way he did. Months of frustration at being given crumbs of affection only to snatch it all away boiled to the surface and she wasn’t holding anything back. “And if you truly loved Bianca then what the hell did that kiss mean between us!?” Varric stepped back as if she slapped him.

“That. That was.” Varric stumbled over his words as he remembered the night she was talking about. Halamshiral after all the attempted assassinations and coups were finished, he’d found her by the side patio. She’d looked so lost and he’d gotten lost in her eyes. He’d moved without meaning to and their lips had met. The thought of that kiss still made his heart flutter. She’d poured all of herself into that kiss and it had humbled him to feel it, but also terrified him. He’d pulled back away from her after that night.

“Oh don’t bother.” Niyra sounded so defeated that it snapped him out of his own thoughts. “I know what that meant. It meant nothing.” She motioned dismissively with her hands. “I mean nothing to you.” She grabbed the side of her head as she looked at the floor. “And I’ve accepted it. Look, think whatever you want about my interaction with Bianca but everything I did was for the good of Thedas. That woman put everyone at risk with what she did.” Niyra huffed and turned back to her desk. Varric heard the sound of a door closing in his mind and he panicked.

“Varric, let go of me.” Niyra looked down at his hand holding her wrist. “I’m not in the mood to fight with you anymore.” His fingers tightened around her wrist and she glared at him before snatching her arm back. “Good night, Varric.”

Varric felt the finality in her words but he just couldn’t accept it. Couldn’t accept how badly he’d bungled this and hurt the one woman in all of Thedas who truly didn’t deserve it. “Wait, In.” He paused before he said her title. “Niyra.”

Niyra looked at him in shock at hearing her first name. She honestly didn’t think he knew it. “Varric, I’m incredibly tired. I know you want to keep going and try to convince me Bianca didn’t mean what she did, but I don’t have the patience to listen. So if you don’t want to hear my real opinion on that woman, you’ll leave right now. Because I swear by the stone I will not hold back if you push me.” The warning in her voice should’ve stopped him but he realized he needed to hear it. Hawke wouldn’t tell him how he really felt about Bianca, neither would the rest of their circle in Kirkwall or Skyhold. Maybe Niyra would tell him.

“Tell me.” Niyra narrowed her eyes but she turned her head rather than respond.

“No. I don’t know what game you’re playing at Varric but I want no part of it. You’ve always reacted badly to any mention of Bianca that wasn’t in a positive light so why would I subject myself to your temper?” Niyra paused as she came to a realization on her own. “Unless you’re spoiling for a fight and I just happen to be convenient?”

“No. No, I promise. I just.” Varric paused as he struggled to get his feelings in order. The betrayal from Bianca still cut deep and it burned in his chest. “I need to hear it from someone. What I’m too stubborn to see.”

Concern for him flickered across her face before she put the mask back in place. The mask he hated. She put up a wall between them because of his own idiocy and Hawke was right. He had been stubborn and didn’t want to think about how things changed over the years, he reveled in the comfort of the known. No matter how hurtful that was, he knew that kind of hurt that came with it. Varric took a step towards Niyra and she looked surprised. “Tell me what you think.”

“I don’t honestly know what you gain from this Varric.” Niyra studied his face but she didn’t see any hint that this was a trap. She still didn’t trust Varric’s sudden attitude change. “But I’ll not participate. We have to get ready to deal with the Mythal temple in the Arbor Wilds. I don’t have time for games.” Niyra turned her back to him and faced her desk. “So kindly see yourself out of my room.”

“No.” The word hung between them as he crossed his own arms. Niyra turned and he saw the threat in her eyes. Instead of cowering his body reacted with heat. She turned to face him as a predator would and he was so fucking turned on that it wasn’t funny. He’d always thought she was beautiful but unapproachable. Now she looked like lyrium etched into the stone. Dangerous and unpredictable but absolutely stunning. Varric had the insane thought that he ought to piss her off more so he could see this side of her.

“Varric… Did you just say no?” She couldn’t believe her ears. Normally Varric didn’t even need her to tell him to get out, he was practically climbing the walls to keep distance between them. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

“I did. I’m not leaving.” Niyra approached until her boots touched his. He felt his heart racing in his chest as she stared at him. He stared into her face and studied her. Her eyes had always drawn him in first, they were such a bright blue, but he finally looked at her. She had a classically beautiful face with softly rounded jaw and plump lips. Lips he wanted under his like he wanted his next breath. His hand reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb dragged along her bottom lip.

Niyra’s breath froze in her lungs. Her heart thundered in her ears and she wanted to melt into his touch, but the confusion lingered. Why was he doing this? She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his wrist and gently pulled his hand away from her face and she noted the irritation there. “Varric, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I want no part in it. Don’t give me hope like this, don’t make me want. Not when you can’t return what I feel because your heart belongs to another.” She couldn’t resist and pressed a kiss to his palm before she let his hand drop. She turned her back to him and crossed her arms over her stomach. She heard him retreat and refused to cry. She’d done enough of that.

After the Arbor Wilds

“I don’t have the mental stores to process all that happened.” Niyra grumbled as she sat at her desk in her room. Ancient gods, Well of Sorrows, and all that magical shit she couldn’t wrap her head around. She wanted a damn bath to soak away the past week. She ran the water and sighed happily as she saw the steam rising from it and the soft scent of wildflowers that floated in the air. Niyra was so happy she personally bribed the construction crew to build her a private bath. She guarded it ferociously and had only allowed the ladies to take their turns in it. She didn’t need a throng of people going in and out of her room. Dorian was the only exception, he was allowed in. Though he learned to knock first after that disastrous time he saw her naked. Niyra had doubled over laughing at his shriek of maidenly outrage.

Niyra sank down into the water with a quiet sigh and leaned her head back against the headrest. She didn’t hear the door open downstairs or the footsteps on the stairs. She’d told Josephine she’d like an evening to herself and the ambassador passed along the message to everyone. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling as she contemplated what had happened between her and Varric. He’d been more attentive and that unnerved her. He sought her out when they were at camp while waiting to push through to the temple. The way he acted was like someone trying to court her and Niyra wanted to know what his game was. The man had an almost complete one-eighty from his opinion on her.

It did a number on her heart. She wanted to believe he meant it, that he’d finally realized she was the one by his side instead of her. Niyra didn’t want to risk her heart getting hurt, not when she knew it would shatter her if he rejected her. She hadn’t expected Hawke to be as involved as he was. He kept singing Varric’s praises whenever he could work it into a conversation until Niyra joked that he should just date the dwarf if he felt so strongly. The look on both their faces had been worth it.

Niyra closed her eyes and just let the water soak away all thoughts. She heard the door creak open and groaned. “Who is it? I thought I told everyone I didn’t want company tonight?” Niyra asked as she sat up. Whoever was at the door was going to get a show, but they were the ones who intruded on her bathing time. Serves them right. She heard the quiet inhale and recognized the voice. Her eyes shot open and she saw Varric standing there at the door, with his hand still on the doorknob. She felt the flush crawling up her neck to her face and she quickly ducked back under the water.

Varric didn’t know if he would ever string words together after that view. Softly rounded breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples. It made his mouth water wondering what they would taste like under his tongue. Which lead to him wondering what his name would sound like coming from her with his teeth and tongue on her body. His fingers tightened on the door as the thoughts raced through his mind.

“Varric, get out!” Niyra hissed at him. She pointed towards the open doorway but Varric merely studied her face. She felt so self-conscious. Her body was that of a warrior, not soft and pliable like a noble’s. Not like. Niyra cut off that thought, she wasn’t going to compare herself to anyone let alone her.

“Have you been hiding this?” Varric waved towards the bathtub and she grumbled at him in response. “So just the men are excluded?”

“Not all of them. Dorian is more than welcome to have a bath.” Niyra huffed as he tilted his head while staring at her. “What? I’m not apologizing for not saying anything. Now get out.” She lifted her arm to point towards the doorway again before submerging it again. Niyra let out a startled squeak when he pulled his shirt off. “What are you doing!?”

“Huh? What does it look like? I’m going to take a bath too.” Niyra stood in alarm and shook her head. He froze and she realized what she did. “Nice view.”

“Quit staring at my tits and get out!” Niyra jerked her hand towards the door and he nearly swallowed his tongue at how her breasts bounced. His eyes followed one droplet of water as it trailed down her chest until it slid off one taut nipple. His mouth went dry and he desperately wanted those nipples in his hands and mouth.

Instead of listening to her, his hands moved to his belt and Niyra let out a high-pitched sound and turned around so her back was to him. “What’s the matter Cadash? Scared to look.”

“Do not patronize me Tethras! Get out of my bathroom.” She froze when she heard him slip into the water. “Varric!” Niyra hissed his name but it ended on a hiccup when his chest brushed her back. Her heart pounded in her chest as his body heat warmed her back. Her fingers itched to touch but she didn’t know how to trust this change in him.

His fingers brushed over her shoulders earning a shudder from her. They traced a soft path down her spine, pausing at the curve of her ass before falling away. Her arms crossed lightly over her breasts as she sucked in a breath. “Varric. What.” Niyra swore quietly when she felt his cock against her ass. “I don’t know what game you are playing Tethras, but it’s a dangerous one.”

“Who says I care?” Varric leaned in to whisper in her ear as his hands closed over her shoulders. “What’s the matter? Are you scared?” Varric grinned when she turned around, not wanting to let that challenge lie. His hands drifted down until his fingers dug into her hips. His cock brushed against her stomach and he was finding it increasing difficult to concentrate.

“I’m not scared of you Varric Tethras.” Niyra hissed. “I want to know what you’re playing at. You were just jumping away from my touch before, and now? Now we’re here.” She waved her hand between them before dropping it to her side. “And it makes me scared because I don’t want to hope.”

Varric’s heart dropped at her words. He’d bungled this one badly, but he thought he made his intentions clear with the mission into the Arbor Wilds. He almost kicked himself. Niyra needed his words. He reached up for her face and cupped her cheek in his palm. “I did some self-reflecting over the past month.” Niyra looked into his eyes as he spoke and it humbled him to see the emotions swimming there. “I realized that I let the world pass me by. I almost let you pass me by.”

Niyra felt hope swelling in her chest and she tried her best to leash it back, but his words gave her that. “I clung to what was comfortable even if it hurt me. It was a pain I knew and could understand. I was scared to move past it and to see what could be out there because I liked the comfort of knowing.” Niyra sympathized with those feelings. She’d been thrown into a position that had a lot of unknowns and she wished so desperately to go back to her old life in the beginning. “Turns out, the unknown isn’t as bad as I thought it was. Especially when I saw you there by my side throughout it all.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip as he spoke and she flushed at his words. Varric chuckled. “I never knew that blush went that far down.” She glared at him as his eyes trailed down to her chest. He looked up into her eyes again. “I finally see who it was that’s been with me. The one who showed me a new way to live in my world.” Varric leaned in and brushed his lips over hers in a whisper soft caress leaving her aching for more.

“Varric.” He shook his head and she bit back the words she wanted to say.

“I was stupid and stubborn to put you aside like I did. Not when you’ve shown me how you feel.” He sighed and shook his head. “What I’m trying to say is, I love you Niyra Cadash.”

The world tilted underneath her feet as she heard his words. Words she’d heard in her dreams but never thought she’d hear them while awake. She reached up and trailed her fingers over his face to assure herself it was real. “I. I love you too Varric Tethras. I did even when you were running away from me like a scared little rabbit.” She grinned as he tugged her closer, letting his lips rest against her temple.

“I wouldn’t say it like that.” Niyra grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she still couldn’t quite believe she was able to do that freely now.

“Oh? Would you prefer another analogy?” Niyra grinned as he grumbled against her skin.

“Things will never be boring with you, will they?” She shook her head and shifted slightly. His sharp intake of breath was her reward. The head of his cock slipped between her thighs and she grinned against his shoulder when his fingers dug into her back. “You did that on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Niyra tried to adopt an air of innocence but that never worked well for her. It was her turn to gasp when his hands slid down and cupped the curves of her ass, pulling her tight against him. Her nipples hardened against his chest with the heat swirling in her body. “Varric.”

“I like the sound of my name like that.” Varric’s teeth grazed over her neck and her head dropped back. “But I’m not going to finish this in your bath.” Varric grumbled as the water had begun to cool around them. Niyra swallowed as he stepped away, she thought it was done now. Instead he grasped her fingers in his hand and tugged her to follow him. Niyra let out a laugh as he pushed her to the bed.

“I love hearing you laugh.” Niyra paused at his words and simply held open her arms for him. He was humbled at the easy affection on her face and he crawled onto the bed, pressing her into the mattress as he settled on top of her. The backs of his fingers brushed against her cheek and she simply smiled at him before reaching up to pull him down for a kiss.

He fell into the kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she put her everything into the kiss. His hand reached between them and brushed against her aching clit. He groaned against her lips as he found her swollen and soaked. He lifted his head and leaned his forehead against hers. He clenched his jaw as her body tightened around his fingers as they slipped inside her. Varric wanted to see her come apart on his fingers and watch her face as she fell.

Niyra gasped as her head fell back against the bed. The heat consumed her mind and all she could see was Varric. Her nails bit into his shoulders at the swell of pleasure in her body. His teeth raked across her pulse point sending her even higher than before. She couldn’t get close enough to him, to climb that pinnacle with him. Niyra swore as her body spasmed around his fingers. It had been so long that it was almost embarrassing how quickly she came undone.

Varric was stunned as his name sounded like a benediction on her lips when she fell off the edge. His cock twitched as the urge to claim her consumed him. He urged her thighs apart and settled between her legs. He’d set a day aside to spend between her legs and make her cry out his name until she was hoarse, but he needed to be inside her. His lips captured hers as he plunged in, tasting his name on her lips. Her legs squeezed his hips as he set a brutal pace. Her hips met him thrust for thrust as he spoke sinful things in her ear. Each time she squeezed his cock he swore his eyes would roll back in his head.

Niyra’s nails dug into his back as the heat coiled low and tight between her legs. Her back arched when his thumb gently massaged her aching clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. His teeth sank into her shoulder as his cock spasmed inside her. They laid there, entwined as they struggled to get their breathing back under control.

“Varric,” Niyra whispered as he rolled to the side, but was cut off when he pulled her close to him. Her head tucked up under his chin and she placed her hand over his chest, finding comfort in how hard his heart was beating as well.

“We can face the world tomorrow. Tonight? Tonight is just for us. Deal?” Varric whispered as he sensed she was going to speak again. Niyra chuckled at his words and tilted her face up to his.

“Deal.”

#dadwc #i cannot simply write smut #it must involve plot somehow #varric tethras x female cadash #oc: niyra cadash

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