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I swear bitches be causing drama just to try and look like the victim
we can see you sweetie and it's not cute
#oooh i am shaking so bad#ppl royally piss me tf off#its one thing to say shit about me#but my friends??#ya im not gonna sit back and let that slide#and just bc you can take the truth doesn't mean act like a child#youre older than me ffs#sorry for the rant#it was just pissing me tf off#so bad
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What about one where the small folk of winterfell and the people of the castle make friendly, suggestive gossip from giggly women and knowing men about cregan and targ!reader. Their lord and lady are close with one another and it is often talked about and seen that they frequent the bed chamber (if yk what I mean đ)
the folk of Winterfell feel at ease knowing their lord and lady seem to be in love, similar to the honeymoon period and young love.
You donât have to use this quote i came up with, but it inspired me to ask for this idea âIâm sure our new lady will provide both Winterfell and our Lord with many Stark children. They are certainly not opposed to practicing their dutyâ
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Winterfell's Warmth
- Summary: Cregan takes you to be his wife, a fire to his ice. And it's not long until smallfolk notice just how much Lord Stark is devoted to his Targaryen bride.Â
- Paring: targ!reader/Cregan Stark
- Note: This entire scene is from the perspective of the smallfolk.
- Rating: Mature 16+
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @daeryna @melsunshine @21-princess
- A/N: This is the last request that I'll be posting today.
Winterfell bustles with the hum of daily life, as it always doesâiron clanging in the forges, boots scuffing over the ancient stones, and the soft murmurs of the smallfolk as they go about their duties. But today, there's a special kind of lightness in the air, a sense of warmth despite the looming chill that clings to the North. The hearths burn brighter, and even the winds seem to whisper with a mischievous grin.
The reason for this subtle shift? You, Y/N, the new Lady of Winterfell, and your lord husband, Cregan Stark. Since your arrival, the inhabitants of the castle have grown accustomed to your frequent disappearances with their lordâdisappearances that always lead back to your shared bedchamber. The smallfolk know, of course, as do the courtiers. They know very well what goes on behind those thick stone walls, and the knowledge brings them no small amount of amusement.Â
In the courtyard, a group of washerwomen gossip while scrubbing linens in the cold, frothy water of a trough. Their fingers are red from the chill, but their spirits remain high.
âHave you heard?â one of them, a round-faced woman named Ellyn, leans in, lowering her voice despite the fact that no one important is nearby. âOur lady was seen entering the lordâs chambers again this morning, not long after the first bell rang.â
A younger girl, barely past sixteen, giggles and covers her mouth. âShe didnât leave until just before the midday meal yesterday, either!â
Another woman, older and seasoned from years of service, cocks an eyebrow but smiles knowingly. âWinterfell hasnât been this alive sinceâŠwell, since Lord Creganâs own parents. Iâd wager the bedchambers have seen more use in the past fortnight than in the last decade combined.â
The women burst into laughter, their voices carrying through the open courtyard. Ellyn smirks, leaning in even closer. âIâm sure our new lady will provide both Winterfell and our Lord with many Stark children. They are certainly not opposed to practicing their duty.â
The young girl flushes a little but canât help but join in the giggling. "It's true, isn't it? Theyâve only been married a moonâs turn, and yet Iâve never seen a man so... devoted to his wife."
âWell,â the older woman says with a playful shrug, âthe Starks may be wolves, but it seems our Lordâs heart is well and truly claimed by a dragon.â
Across the courtyard, a pair of stable boys are equally enthralled with the ongoing rumors. One of them, tall and lanky, leans against the stall door, shaking his head.
"I swear by the old gods, Iâve never seen Lord Stark smile so much," the boy says, eyes wide with the incredulity of it all. "He used to be all serious, always about duty, honor, the needs of Winterfell. But now? Every time I see him, heâs got that daft look on his face, like heâs already back in the Ladyâs arms."
The other stable boy, shorter and stockier, chuckles. "Aye, I noticed that too. You'd think a man so cold in demeanor wouldnât be so⊠warm in his private affairs." He glances around, as if Lord Cregan himself might be lurking behind a pillar. "But gods, can you blame him? Our lady is like a flame. Sheâs got the blood of dragons in her veins, and itâs like he canât resist her."
The tall boy laughs loudly. "Well, Winterfell is colder than the South, and a bit of fire in his bed canât hurt, can it?"
Their laughter echoes through the stables, joining the chorus of quiet gossip that fills the castle.
In the kitchens, the cooks are no less entertained. An older man, grizzled and stern-faced, chops onions with a practiced hand. "It's a good thing theyâre so taken with each other," he grumbles to a nearby scullery maid. "Winterfell needs strong heirs, and soon. Better they start early."
The maid, a cheerful woman with flushed cheeks from the heat of the ovens, snickers. "Aye, I doubt that'll be a problem. Theyâre always together, locked away for hours. If they keep at it, weâll have a new little Stark running about before winter comes."
"Iâve heard theyâre inseparable," another cook chimes in, stirring a pot of stew. "Lord Cregan hardly lets her out of his sight. Itâs almost sweet, really."
"Sweet?" the old man scoffs, though thereâs no real bite in his voice. "Itâs practical, is what it is. Theyâre doing their duty, ensuring the Stark line continues. But," he adds with a chuckle, "it doesnât hurt that they seem to enjoy it so much."
The scullery maid laughs. "Oh, they more than enjoy it! I was passing by their chamber the other night, and, wellâŠ" She lets the sentence hang, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Letâs just say, they were not quiet."
The group erupts into laughter, and even the old man canât suppress a grin.
And so it goes throughout Winterfell. From the servants who clean your chambers to the guards posted outside the great hall, everyone in the castle is aware of the affection that flows so freely between you and Cregan. Even in the great hall during the evening feasts, there are stolen glances and soft touches between you, enough for the smallfolk to notice.
At one such feast, a group of bannermen seated at a lower table murmur amongst themselves, casting knowing looks up at the high table where you sit beside your husband. Lord Creganâs hand rests casually on your thigh beneath the table, his thumb tracing circles through the fabric of your gown. You lean toward him, whispering something that makes him laugh softlyâa sound rare enough in these halls that it turns heads.
One of the bannermen, a grizzled old warrior with silver streaking his beard, nudges the man beside him. "See how he looks at her? Like sheâs the only thing in the world that matters."
The younger man nods. "Aye, Iâve noticed. Seems our Lord is well and truly smitten."
"Better that than cold and distant, I say," the older man replies. "Winterfellâs seen enough hardship. Itâs good for the people to know their Lord is happy. And with the lady heâs taken to bed, Iâd say weâll be seeing Stark children sooner rather than later."
The younger man grins. "Aye, and theyâre certainly not opposed to practicing their duty."
As laughter ripples through the hall, you catch Creganâs gaze, and in that moment, the world seems to fade away. His eyes, as grey as the Northern skies, are filled with a warmth reserved only for you. And though you are surrounded by the murmurs and laughter of your people, all you feel is the pull of his love, binding you to him as surely as the ancient stones of Winterfell bind the North.
The smallfolk can whisper all they like. Let them. Winterfell is at ease, and your love for Cregan is as fierce and unyielding as the North itself.
#house of the dragon#hotd x reader#hotd#hotd x y/n#hotd x you#cregan x y/n#hotd cregan#cregan x you#cregan x reader#cregan stark
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Me: huh maybe my reaction to stuff happening a week ago was an overexaggeration prompted by hormones and being in a bad headspace and I can go back with thicker skin and handle things properly
Someone: *makes a vague mention about one, if not both of the discord servers that is part of this problem, bringing up the problem, A-FUCKING-GAIN*
Me: nevermind
#personal#vent#rant#the problem about wanting to delete your discord is that you need to be logged in to even do that process#and i do not want to log in and see all the notifs and go ''huh!!! bad brain mode engaged!!!''#again this wouldn't be a problem if this problem was LEFT. ALONE. AND IGNORED#BC IT'S TURNED INTO PETTY FRIEND BULLSHIT AND I'M GETTING INADVERTANTLY DRAGGED IN#but nah lets keep bringing it up and keep reiterating the problem#and beating a dead fucking horse and constantly reminding people and inflaming it#that'll solve the issue and get people to stop talking about it!#ffs these people are older than me and do not fucking get it
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Time to shamelessly self-promote again and announce that covid could not stop me from indulging in the Jiaoqiussy. (His name is absolutely perfect for adding -ussy to, even when spoken it just flows so crisply off your tongue)
Btw, if you want a request for a warm-up, why not have shy afab Leon S Kennedy lose his virginity to older amab reader (who is perhaps his senior or something)?
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beautiful fic i love it đ» everybody go read it
cw: age gap, power imbalance, cunnilingus, shower sex, squirting, afab lang
fell in love w the idea so i'm gonna expand this into a fic later. it'll be a bit different as i wanna get this done now đ
Leon recently got assigned to your unit as a rookie and everything was fine until he actually met you. Your build, your voice, and your dominant but kind demeanor made him fall for you almost instantly. He felt ashamed for it, partly because you're his boss who's much older than him and mostly because he spends a lot of his free time jerking off to you. He wishes you would just bend him over and fuck him. He's too shy to make a move though. He's willing to risk his job over it but not willing to suck it up and confess. The only reason anything came out of it was when you entered the shower room late at night and heard him moaning your name.
"Leon?" You call out. He jumps and holds his breath. "I know it's you in there."
"I- I'm sorry.." He says quietly.
"Don't be. It was cute to hear you moaning my name." You walk over to him. "Can I help?" You look at his naked body and lick your lips.
His cheeks are redder than a stop sign. He nods.
~~~
Leon's eyes widen as you lift him into the air and bring yourself face to face with his pussy. You push him against the wall and dig in. "Ff- fuck~!" Leon gasps, wrapping his toned legs around your head. He throws his head back and lets out cute sounds of pleasure as you eat his pussy. He wasn't expecting you to want to eat him out. He thought most guys didn't, especially not ones that are full of hair. But it doesn't seem to bother you in the slightest. "Oh~ [Name]~!" He sucks in a breath.
"I'm already gonnaâ!" He squirts in your face.
~~~
Leon feels his body heat competing with the shower water's temperature as you roughly pound into his sensitive, previously virginal, pussy. "Ch- Chief~!" Leon moans, pressing his palms against the slippery wall. "I- I'm gonna come!"
You smirk and move your hand to jerk his t-dick. "Go on, sweetheart." You goad him on. He rolls his eyes back, his pussy squeezing your cock tightly, and squirts on the shower wall. You slow down to give him time to recover.
"I...I want you..." Leon breathes out. "To come inside..."
"It'd be bad if our best rookie suddenly got pregnant."
He whines. He wants to feel the warmth of your seed flowing inside his pussy so badly. He'll get you to do it eventually.
#wicksđŻïžshorts#top male reader#male reader#dom male reader#ftm character#sub leon kennedy#bottom leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x male reader#resident evil x male reader#resident evil smut#resident evil x reader
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The company Iâm working for is one Iâve been gone from for seven years. Itâs mostly new faces but thereâs still folks I recognize. One of them is still in my district, a sweet older lady. I helped bring her on board when she got started and she was thrilled I had come back. She sent me a welcome message on Teams.
I went to a training meeting yesterday only one masked and waved at her when she came in. She waved back politely but didnât come greet me as I expected. I shrugged it off as unusual but figured maybe she wanted to sit rather than socialize.
Later, while a presenter was speaking, I watched her lean toward one of the guys I carpooled to the meeting with and whisper. She pointed at me. She looked very confused. I started laughing internally; It was blatantly obvious she didnât recognize me. But even funnier, the guy I carpooled with did not satisfy her questions. It seemed like he didnât know my name, and she didnât know my face.
We broke out into groups to roleplay for a while. On our way back into the meeting room she caught my arm and said, âIâm so sorry- I just donât know you. Can you lower your mask?â
Obligingly I held my breath and dropped the mask to show her my face. She still frowned, looking distressed that she couldnât place me. âItâs me, [FFS],â I told her.
âWHAT?!â She looked baffled.
âI know- I gained some weight with my illness-â
âYou used to have glasses! And your hair was so short- are you coloring it now? Itâs so much darker! And your voice was so much higher before!â
I really only considered my weight gain but thinking back I was like. Oh. Yeah, it makes sense that she completely failed to recognize me. I canât explain the voice, but all my outward appearance things are completely different.
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THIS IS NOT OUT OF THE BLUE ; YT22
yuki tsunoda x gasly!reader . . . in big brother fashion, pierre wants you to go on a date with yuki to convince him to move closer to milan. however, yuki already lives in milan, and pierre is still not putting the pieces together
amgf see this is what yuki brainrot gets you, i love this omg one of my best works yet, i might come back to this type of format because i am not writing pt2s anymore!!!!!! (lovingly ofc) just like always, enjoy đ @viennakarma it's done đ«Ą
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yourusername i get why my brother likes him so much now. he's a fucking child! feels like another day spent with pierre.
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francisca.cgomes awww they're bonding look pierregasly
pierregasly you had me in the first half, wym a child he's older than you
yourusername doesn't seem like it, seeing how you act, understandable
charles_leclerc oh chérie, what is your brother up to?
yourusername he's up to no good as usual, but if he's constantly yapping to you then you must know what he's up to
charles_leclerc i'm more surprised that you agreed to this?
yourusername he threatened to throw me back to university for a master's degree this time FFS
charles_leclerc well, if it's a master's degree or a date... understandable
yourusername control him please, i can't be the victim of his antics no more
pierregasly he said he had fun!!!
pierregasly now go on another date with him đ«Ł
yourusername ???? what is actually wrong with you
pierregasly you're acting like you didn't have fun, you even posted it for the whole family to see
yourusername get off my back pierre, my account my rules
pierregasly yeah you constantly yapping to your 20 followers which half are our family members
yourusername i'm blocking you next
pierregasly try me bitch
yourusername oh i will, you are no longer welcome in my account, get out
yourusername uploaded a new story
[he's taking me somewhere... i hope i come out alive đ]
pierregasly replied to your story
oh my gosh, is this progress?
apparently he's in milan, and now we're on the coast so... i guess
wym he's in milan?
he's here?
he's with me atm but yeah
i saw him earlier and he asked if i was free
did he say ask about me?
sorry pierre đ
non no, it's fine
i'm a bit sad he didn't contact me but i'm glad you're together
francisca.cgomes replied to your story
a boat date đ„°
it's not a date...
we're just hanging out
uh huh... cool
that's it?
wym?
that's it? you're just letting me off the hook like that? no teasing about being yuki's future lover or smth?
you want me to tease you about it?
non, not really i was just thinking about it
you're thinking about being yuki's future lover?
shut up kika, you know i didn't mean it that way
yeah yeah, sure đ
you're absolutely telling this to pierre huh?
you know, i'm on your side for this one
your secret's safe with me đ
what secret?
oh yn, for someone older than me you're a bit out of it but it's okay you'll get it one day đ
get what?
kika?
what are you talking about?
yukitsunoda511 replied to your story
wow, you don't trust me one bit
i thought we had something going on
yeah right, shut up yuki
am i your boyfriend?
đ„șđ„čđ
yes
good girl đ
yourusername uploaded a new story
[it's him again... annoying asf]
yukitsunoda0511 replied to your story
why would you lie to your audience like that?
because it's way more fun this way
duh???
everyday i'm reminded that you are pierre's sister when you pull shit like this
excuse me?
are you calling my soft launching methods shit đ
i'm just kidding
you totally aren't
you're right, i am not
it's just i didn't think he'd be that dense about it
i'm sure i told him we were dating
he's forgetful like that
don't start talking, you didn't even tell him about us
i did!
uh huh....
well, it's funny to me because look, he's so desperately trying to get us together because we're so perfect for each other (ikr) and if he would've just listened like a year ago he would've known about us already
i mean, even alex knows what's up and she's seen us like twice already
alex has seen us a couple of times, even kika but pierre...
he'll figure it out, it's like he's been waiting so long for us to date, i don't know when he'll realize it
let's pray for him
praying for pierre đ
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yourusername road trip with đ + we met alex on her field trip, it's a win đ
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alexandrasaintmleux it's nice to see you two â€ïž have fun on your road trip
yourusername ahhhh thank you, we'll see you soonest đ
charles_leclerc come visit us next time ^^
pierregasly are you in monaco? hello? who is that person đ€š where are you going? you said to update me? where are my updates?
yourusername i told you where we're going dumbass, check your messages be for fucking real
pierregasly oh you did send me updates
yourusername đ
pierregasly OWAH? YUKI IN THE LIKES? liked by yukitsunoda0511!!!!! we're winning today
yourusername what is actually wrong with you?
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yourusername milan. my man.
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pierregasly can't believe i'm finding out through an instagram post and not IRL, fake sister đ
yourusername is it our fault if you didn't listen?
pierregasly i was already shipping you in my head with yuki, i thought of it first
yourusername okay and? doesn't change the fact that we've been mentioning it for a long time already
yukitsunoda0511 i mean yn is right, i did tell you as well
pierregasly okay everyone is ganging up on pierre for not knowing blah blah blah
francisca.cgomes i mean babe, you are the only one who didn't catch up
alexandrasaintmleux it was clear as daylight, they're not only dating but they're clearly fucking you're so dumb in your own delusions to see
pierregasly okay wow, i'm going to ignore the last few texts but first it was my sister, next my teammate, then my girlfriend, next my friend's girlfriend okay charles i know you're with me here buddy defend me please đ
charles_leclerc do you want me to add more salt to the wound? because i agree with all of them...
yourusername see? this didn't just happen out of nowhere, it was already happening and you were just too invested to see the truth
yukitsunoda0511 i look good there, next time i'm posting đ
yourusername noooo i want to gatekeep you đ no no non
yukitsunoda0511 okay, whatever you say goes đ«Ą
yukitsunoda0511 can i soft launch?
yourusername yes đ„°
#f1 smau#f1 fluff#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#yuki tsunoda smau#yuki tsunoda x reader#yuki tsunoda fluff#yuki tsunoda imagine
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Fic Finder
Oct 16th
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1. Hello! I would like to reread a story but forgot the title. Itâs a fix-it I think lan zhan was thrown back in time in CR study arc and wei ying saw it because thereâs a light and he hear a shout then Lan Zhan was unconscious. Thank you so much
FOUND? in a dream, i was home by thelastdboy (M, 25k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Different First Meeting, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Sentient Burial Mounds, CSSR and WCZ Live, Families of Choice, Protective LWJ, Everybody Lives, Temporary Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Golden Core Reveal, Fluff, Developing Relationship, Wen Remnants Live, WQ Lives, WN Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX)
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2. Hi I saw someone ask this here but never saw the fic. I'm looking for a fic, It's where lwj leave the sect gives money and valuables to the wen remnants and lxc ask for rabbit as some kind of compensation. Op said some girls were braiding lwj hair by the end being vain and lan sect saw this. Thank you so much I hope you help me
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3. hi there!!! this is for the next fic finder. i am looking for a twt threadfic which had wwx and lwj as academic rivals. i really don't remember much of it except there was a moment where lwj says smth really mean to wwx after he got lesser marks than him, and wwx starts crying a bit (???) and lwj is like Oh No What Have I Done. that was the last update that i read and idek if there's more or not. can anyone help?
thank you everyone!!
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4. I am trying to find a Fic where Lan Zhan goes to Lotus Pier to ruin them for being rejected. He learns that Wei Ying never rejected him but Madum Yu did. She is punished and Lan zhan asks Jiang Yanli permission to marry Wei ying.
FOUND? Warrior Prince by QteCuttlfish (M, 3k, WangXian, Threats of Rape/Non-Con Angst with a Happy Ending, Omega Verse, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Implied Mpreg, Not Canon Compliant)
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5. Hi! Iâm looking for this modern college E fic where WWX is like a tatted punk and he overhears that LWJ is basically a sex god who didnât do seconds. He hears that LWJ is into a guy in his department with last name Wei and confronts him. They bone and he sees that LWJ has a nip piercing and a tattoo that WWX designed a while ago tysmia
FOUND? So I love you because I know no other way than this by Trueredhearts (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, CSSR and WCZ Live, College/University, Tattoos, Nipple Piercings, Genital Piercing, Law Student!LWJ, Engineering Student!WWX, Childhood Friends, Explicit Sexual Content, Graduate School)
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6. Hi đ a ff where lan Zhan give wei Ying name wei Wuxian. Wei Ying lock BS in her mountain. Wei Ying Sect leader. BM all clear. JC lock his parents. Save XY . Wei Ying make JGY Sect leader of jin . Yiling best city. Control world . Slap Tham in there language. @richie-234
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7. Hello I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a god, a prince to be exact. He meets lwj while visiting. I think they get betrothed but lwj does not know his real identity. I think by the end wwx and his entire family came down an while they were in line he was waving at lwj.
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LQR owns a cat cafe and LWJ and LXC are like very pretty ragdoll cats and WWX is this gremlin sphinx cat that eventually wins over LWJ.
LQR isnât happy about this though and has JC keep WWX locked up so he canât come and bother LWJ but it all ends happy. Iâve tried searching cat LWJ and cat WWX and nothing comes up. Help! đđ
FOUND! allopatry by Anonymous (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Cats, not in a catboy sense they're actual cats, wwx's propensity for annoying lqr transcends species, codependent cats as a catalyst for, lqr + jiang sibs friendship) I searched cat Cafe đ đ»
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9. Hi! I'm looking for a fic similar to one I read called play fighting where Lan Qiren had adopted Wei Wuxian and they grew up together. Or like where Wei Ying ends up growing up in the Lan sect and he and Lan Zhan are like childhood friends or super close growing up.
FOUND? èèČçè±ïŒçŽ
èČçè {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)
FOUND? đ Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, wangxian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Canon, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, This fic gets a little raunchier as the kids become teens, But it wonât get too explicit, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Spanish Translation, Brief mentions/moments of WWX kissing others in chapter 22 but only on the cheek, also characters kiss WWX on the cheek in chapter 23, but his real first kiss is with LWJ, ĐĐ”ŃĐ”ĐČĐŸĐŽ ĐœĐ° ŃŃŃŃĐșĐžĐč | Translation in Russian)
FOUND? 𧥠All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, WangXIan, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, WWX Isnât Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY)
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10. Hello! I'm looking for this wangxian fic I don't remember the name, but it's based on a song by Olivia Rodrigo, there is no happy ending between wangxian đ
FOUND?đ drivers license by AG1234VL (T, 11k, WangXian, WangMian, WWX/Other, Breakup, Hurt No Comfort, slight comfort, Non-Chronological, Song fic, Crying WWX, Driving, breakup weight gain, Lots of Crying, Angst, Modern AU, Homophobia, from lqr, wangxian breakup)
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11. Hi, I'm looking for a fic i read some time ago but i can't seem to find. Basically the great sects had isolated themselves for sometime and WRH still tried to burn CR but the Lan won that war , alone i think, and like they demanded a war prize/hostage/concubine? and YMJ with the other twos support , i think, sent WWX for the Lan's leader LWJ who was surprised by WWX's very feminine and very much marriage robes. So the Jiang and the Jin and the Nie got it wrong but LWJ lets him stay, I think it's been a while and they fall in love for real and LWJ reveals that his brother has been in a coma for some time. Anyway WX went to the Crowd hunt the Jin are trowing and YZY got very angry at like WWX being at her level socially, the spouse of a sect leader and then WX went home and LXC woke up and that's all i know because the fic had like 26/28/20 something chapters in total and it was a WIP and only one or two chpaters left till it was done. I don't know if it is still a WIP. @secretartquotes
FOUND? golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)
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12. Hello, thank you for your page.English is not my first language, so I'm using a translator .Wei Ying is a web novel writer, from a fairly prestigious academy. The web novel he writes is quite popular. He was hired for a reality TV show/music competition as a translator. In the end, he also ends up as a contestant because there are not enough competitors. Every week he tells the public to eliminate him because he's just there as filler. Lan Zhan, I think he's a music coach in the reality TV show @lilassoleil
FOUND! 𧥠I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent's 2021 Idol Producer)
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13. Hello! First, I really love the work you do. I'm looking for a fic I read and can't find it anymore. So it's Modern AU, set in high school. Wei Ying is a cheerleader who likes wearing skirts and Lan Zhan is athletic. They didn't like eachother if I'm not wrong but had a contractual relationship like fake dating(I think). The fic had beautiful fan art and in one of them Wei Ying wore a crop top and a cheerleader skirt. Thank you in advance. @mamaladeskies
FOUND! drop the game by martyrsdaughter (E, 28k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, fake/pretend relationship, sports, cheerleaders, flirting, sexual tension, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, crossdressing, dub con, under-negotiated kink, consensual non-con)
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14. The fic has Jiang Cheng preserving Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli's body, a magical plant and coffin used. this was a oneshot on ao3. but Wei Wuxian definitely had and older sibling vibe when he got suspicious on what Jiang Cheng was doing. @eclipse-summer
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15. Hey, kinda a weird req, but Iâm trying to find this wangxian fic where WW pretty much manages to get a dildo stick in his butt, and then he an LW have to go to the hospital to get it removed. Think it was modern au. Tysm for the help!
FOUND? can you feel it by lanzhancore (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Awkward Sexual Situations, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Slice of Life, Fluff and Humor, Idiot Lovers, Crack Treated Seriously)
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16. Hiii, for the next fic finder, there was a wei ying/lan zhan fic where they had a relationship around shibari + bondage and nhs tricked wy into walking right up to lz at a party and asking him to tie him up - it turned out that lz had always been super exclusive he had just been pining for wy from afar and agreed to do it and the rest is beautifully written, emotionally literate history. I read it about 17 thousand times but didn't bookmark or download it like a fool!! If its been deleted, does anyone know if the author is fine with people privately sharing? @lockandkeay
FOUND! Ember burning low by wanderingflame (E, 62k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, BDSM, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Bottom LWJ, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Sensation Play, Kneeling, Rope Bondage, Aftercare, Non-Sexual D/s scenes, Non-Sexual Submission, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Public Scene (Non-Sexual), Minor Retrograde Amnesia, safe words, Use of Safe Words, JC is not the most understanding when it comes to BDSM, Orgasm Delay, Porn with Feelings)
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17. Hi!! Hoping that you can help me coz Iâm really desperate rn đ„čđ€§. Iâm looking for a Xichen x Jiang Cheng fanfic where they had a daughter but lxc didnât know cos he was in seclusion after the death of meng yao and when he got out of seclusion he help this little girl on the streets and the girl brought him to lotus pier to thank him and thatâs when he found out the girl was Jiang Chengs daughter. đ„č Iâve been looking for this everywhere but I canât find it, please help me đđ. Thank youuu @zosansss-blog
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18. Hiiiii! I hope you all are well! Boy itâs been a long time since I was here. I finally learned how to bookmark so I was not losing track *that* much, but today I was bored and tried to channel my inner MY/JGY and read at work. (Without logging to my account because i donât want to give my co-workers another reason to think I am crazy).
But back to reason, i need your help lovelies. I am looking for a fic. LQR can read music and he bumped into NMJ and he heard the Turmoil song. He thinks LXC is poisoning him so he goes and ask WWX for help and basically it was a major Canon Divergence. That is where i had to close the tab. I would really appreciate all the help. THANK YOU!!
FOUND? Polyphonic by nirejseki (Not Rated, 14k, NMJ/LXC, WangXian, LXC & LQR & LWJ, WIP, odd abilities, Family Drama, Investigations)
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19. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where the best way I can describe it is WWX has a magic sex toy that is keyed into his own body which LWJ then confiscates and later uses not knowing it's keyed to WWX. I believe it's during the CR arc but not sure how the fic was tagged so haven't been able to pull it up and I don't remember much beyond that. Thanks for all you do!
FOUND? đ The Golden Cutsleeve by syrus_jones (E, 77k, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Aged-Up Character(s), WWX POV, WWX is a gremlin, Internally Screaming LWJ, No Sunshot Campaign, First Times, Accidental Sex, Masturbation, PWP, Porn with Feelings, WWX experimenting with things he shouldnât like always, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot)
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20. Hi! Thank you for your hard work! I'm looking for 2 fics today, but I really want to find the first one. A) It's arranged marriage fic, LWJ is some sort of royalty. After the wedding (I think?) WWX is sent to live in a separate palace (?) He and the Wens (I can't remember why they're there) start a farm to make money (and have food?) to fix up the palace which I think was in some state of disrepair. Eventually he LWJ notices and starts to send gifts and such. I feel like there's something about a dragonfruit? But maybe that's a different fic?
B) The second one I'm looking for is a modern mob au, wwx asks lwj to watch a plant and then disappears for a year, or something like that. I'm sure I probably found it on here, but I must be overlooking it @iluvshikamaru
Hi! 20a is definitely sowing seeds in the cold palace! Thank you so much, it was driving me crazy!
20b is not lightning in a bottle, but it was a delight to read so ty for the suggestion! I seem to remember that jc shows up to kidnap lz at some point, and that lz was also part of the mob/mafia but has retired from it?
20A)
NOT FOUND! The Legend of Moonflower by JJSIN2020 (E, 135k, wangxian, 3zun, A/B/O, Emperor LWJ, LWJ FUCKS, he has a whole harem of male omegas so of course he does, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Beta LXC, Omega JC, Omega XY, Omega XXC, omega SS, Omega OYZZ, Beta NHS, Mpreg, Wolves, Angst with a Happy Ending, Imperial China, Character Death, Fighting, Blood)
FOUND! æççćæŻèŸČæ° | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)
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NOT FOUND! lightning in a bottle by bigbabyjeno (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Photographer LWJ, Wedding Crasher WWX, Erotic Palm Reading, Fluff and Smut) fun fact I remembered the fic and that it was a ficus plant and the fic came up when I searched ficus đ€Ł
FOUND! See What I've Become by Vamillepudding (T, 24k, WangXian, Mob, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sickfic, Protective WWX)
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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts
CH.31 (Dryad)
Marcille, your stick--I mean staff!
Sobbing, wheezing with laughter, crying. Boys........boys why are you like this.
IS THE PLOT GOING TO BE GETTING OUT OF THE DUNGEON NOW?
Did the orcs not point them in the right direction at least?!
Marcille, you look like shit. I guess you haven't recovered after that intense battle too well.... and this is bad news if you guys are now being herded into a labyrinth by that sorcerer.........
aww, come on. They're just a bunch of little guys! Look at em!
Lookit em.
MAKING THE WORGS WAVE THEIR PAWS GOODBYE NOOOO STOP IT THIS IS TOO MUCH
S-senshi..... Senshi.........do you think you're traveling with children? Senshi. Did you. Did you actually think you faced a red dragon with children at your side? Was that a logical thing you did? Was that really how you reasoned it out...?
Then again, I think Senshi MUST be older than all of them in comparison but still...........
Go, Chillchuck! I choose you!
My money is on the ghosts which are clearly numerous and common in this world.
đ
Oh?????
SENSHI, LET HIM LOOK!!!! DON'T BE A HOMOPHOBE!
Live slug Dryad reaction
Well now that seems extreme but I trust him.
So.... a cold...?
Oh for the love of--
You had me going there for a second.
I'll develop hayfever if it comes free with looking at ladies smooching all day, ffs. First world problems, guys,
Okay, on second thought, anthropomorphic allergens are kinda creepy.
Someone who's never read Dungeon meshi explain what's happening in this image.
Gotta say, improvised mastectomy was not on my bingo sheet.
I mean......NOW it is........
Their faces......they're so fucking tired of his shit.
........I........I'm with Marcille on this one............ ....please put those back.
Marcille and Essek would get along great.
That dryad was the one with the least amount of boobage, too. Trans rights, I guess.
Senshi draws the line at........fruit babies that don't yet look baby-like....? Curious.
And now we're back to smashing faces. What an excellent harvest of uncanny valley.
"I'll still eat it, though!" You know what that is? Growth.
C-can he... do that? Just learn magic without anything?
I mean, it's stupid to ask I guess. I know wizards exist. I guess I just thought this fantasy system required a knack for it?
What a big happy....... family.
Gods, the terror of having another adult try to babysplain sex to you. Every day Chillchuck wakes up.
#dungeon meshi quick reacts#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi liveblog#delicious in dungeon#chekhov reads dungeon meshi
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The Cold Embrace (1/2)
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- Summary: When your older brother, Jacaerys, promised you to the Warden of the North as an alliance offering, your world crashed. Because you knew one thing: dragons die in the North - and not even honorable Lord Stark could change that fact.
- Paring: velaryon!reader/Cregan Stark
- Note: The reader is an only daughter of Rhaenyra and has a striking resemblance to her. The reader is also bonded with Silverwing. This series will be on my second list, which has the link on my first one that is pinned to the top. @missisjoker I hope this is what you had in mind. Let me know if I'm on the right track. đ
- Rating: Mature 16+
- Word count: 7 500+
- Next part: 2/2
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @jellybeanstacey0519 @ohhdearmargot @vastseamind @strengthandstay @anne-mary-1d @lovelyteenagebeard
- A/N: Yeah, this came way earlier then expected. But you guys liked the idea so much more than I anticipated. So, I've decided to spend last night working on this for you guys. The second part should be out tomorrow. Let me know what you think. I love all of you. â€ïž
You stand in the brisk morning air, the cold wind biting at your cheeks as you prepare to mount Silverwing. Her massive form shifts beside you, her silver scales gleaming like molten moonlight against the grey clouds above. You can feel her anticipation under your skin, the bond between you and your dragon humming with unspoken energy. She longs for the sky, to fly north where the winds grow colder and the world harsher.
But you are not ready to take flightânot yet. Not with the anger burning inside you.
"You're being unreasonable," Jacaerys snaps, his voice sharp as he paces before you. Heâs dressed for the journey north, his cloak billowing in the wind, but thereâs something frantic in his movements, something desperate.
"Unreasonable?" You scoff, your hands tightening into fists at your sides. The sting of betrayal simmers beneath your skin. "You promised me to a man I've never met, Jace! A Northern brute! Without even asking meâ"
Jacaerys whirls around, his dark eyes flashing with frustration. "He's not a brute, Y/N. Cregan Stark is an honorable man, more honorable than most in the South. The North would follow him into the very mouth of the abyss if he asked. And heâs given his word to support our motherâs claim. We need his alliance. We need him."
Your lips curl into a sneer, the heat rising in your chest, fueling the fire of your indignation. "If you like him so much, perhaps you should marry him!"
He blinks at you, stunned for a heartbeat, before his jaw clenches, the muscle ticking as he struggles for control. "Donât be absurd. This isnât about me. Itâs about whatâs best for our family, for the realm. Youâre Rhaenyraâs daughterâyour marriage isnât a matter of love. Itâs a duty."
You feel the words like a slap, the weight of expectation heavy and suffocating, like the iron chains they would use to hold down a dragon. You look at him, your older brother, the one who has always been steadfast, always so sure of himself, and for a moment, you donât recognize him.
"Is that what you think?" Your voice is cold, but beneath it, thereâs a tremor of hurt you canât quite suppress. "That Iâm just a pawn? A piece to be traded for an alliance?"
Jacaerys steps closer, lowering his voice, softening, as though he believes that will calm the storm brewing inside you. "You are not a pawn, Y/N. But you are the blood of the dragon. We all have our roles to play in this war."
"You had no right," you hiss, stepping away from him, your boots crunching in the frost-laden grass. "You had no right to promise me to him. To anyone."
"And what would you have me do?" he counters, his patience fraying. "Our enemies surround us. The Lannisters, the Baratheons, the Hightowersâeveryone is closing in. The North is our only hope for a strong ally, someone who can challenge them. Cregan Stark is not some savage; heâs a lord with a sense of duty, of honor. He will treat you with respect."
Your laughter is sharp, bitter, and it echoes off the stones of Dragonstone. "Respect? Is that what you call it? Being shipped off like a prize mare to bear the North's sons?"
Jacaerys' face tightens. "I would never do this if I didnât believe it was necessary. Cregan is a man of his word. He is strong and kind, not like the men you fear. He lost his wife, Arra, and heâs raising their son alone. He needs a partner, someone who will stand beside himâ"
"Then send yourself!" you shout, your voice rising with your fury. "If heâs so wonderful, if heâs the great honorable man you say, then you marry him!"
Jacaerysâ face turns red, his frustration boiling over, but for a moment he says nothing. He looks at you as if heâs trying to find the right words, but you see itâthe tension in his shoulders, the anger tightening his mouth. "This isnât a game, Y/N."
"No, itâs not," you say quietly, your voice suddenly cool. "This is my life. My future. And youâve sold it without even asking me."
Silence hangs heavy between you, the sound of Silverwingâs wings shifting behind you the only break in the air. The dragonâs molten eyes flick toward Jacaerys, sensing the tension, the mounting storm between siblings.
Jacaerys runs a hand through his hair, exasperation written in every line of his face. "I didnât do this to hurt you. I did it to protect us. To protect our family. You may not see it now, but Cregan will be good to you. The North respects strength, and you are stronger than any woman I know."
Your throat tightens. You want to scream, to rail against him, but a part of you knows Jace is sincere. He isnât cruel, but he is blindâblind to what heâs asking of you.
"Do you even hear yourself, Jace?" Your voice trembles with the effort to hold back tears. "Youâre asking me to leave everything Iâve ever known, to live in a land of snow and ice with a man Iâve never met, all because you think it will save our family? Do you really believe thatâs what mother would want?"
He flinches at the mention of your mother, the memory of her fierce love for her children, for her legacy. But he doesnât back down. "Mother would want us to win."
You stare at him, your heart pounding, torn between the duty thatâs been drilled into you since birth and the yearning for freedom, for control over your own fate. You think of your mother, Rhaenyra, and how she fought for her own place, how she refused to let men dictate her life. And yet here you stand, your fate in the hands of another.
Silverwing lets out a low rumble, her massive form shifting impatiently. She is ready, but you are not.
You turn from Jace, your chest tight with too many emotions to name. "Iâm flying north because I have no choice. But know thisâI will not be a tool, not for you, not for anyone."
Jace says nothing, watching as you pull yourself onto Silverwingâs back, the cold wind whipping through your hair. You do not look back as you urge her into the sky, the powerful beats of her wings carrying you away from Dragonstone, toward the North and the unknown future that awaits you.
But as you soar higher, the air growing colder with every passing mile, one thought burns in your mind: you will forge your own path, no matter what it costs.
The chill of winterâs breath clung to the stones of Winterfell, seeping into the bones of man and beast alike. Cregan Stark stood before the gates, his dark cloak billowing in the biting wind. Beside him were his bannermen and retainers, a stoic, silent line of Northern strength, faces weathered by years of enduring harsh winters. They had gathered to greet the prince from the South and the bride he had promisedâa woman whose name had begun to spread in whispers as far as the Dreadfort and beyond the Last Hearth.
Creganâs jaw was set, his grey eyes scanning the sky. Heâd heard the talesâstories of Rhaenyra Targaryenâs daughter, a woman as wild as the lands beyond the Wall, as fierce as her dragon. He imagined what she might be like. Some said she was a reflection of her mother, Rhaenyraâbeautiful, with the blood of Old Valyria running hot in her veins. Others said she was untamable, a dragon in human form.
A woman of fire, sent to a land of ice.
"Sheâll be a challenge," Creganâs cousin, Lord Roderick, muttered beside him, his breath visible in the frigid air. "If the tales are true, she wonât be easy to tame."
Cregan didnât respond immediately. He wasnât one for gossip, nor did he concern himself with idle rumors. But something about this arrangement unsettled him. When Prince Jacaerys had promised him a wife in exchange for the Northâs support, Cregan had not expected the princess herself, a daughter of Rhaenyra. A dragon for a wolf.
A low rumble echoed across the valley then, drawing the attention of every man present. The horses whinnied in distress, stamping their hooves, eyes wide with fear. The air seemed to vibrate with power, an unseen force growing stronger, louder.
âTheyâre here,â Cregan said quietly, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
Two figures appeared in the sky, massive and dark against the pale, snow-laden clouds. The dragons soared over the towering pines of the Wolfswood, their leathery wings beating rhythmically as they approached Winterfell. Cregan felt a rush of awe despite himself. It was not often that dragons graced these cold lands.
The first dragonâVermaxâdescended gracefully, his wings cutting through the air like a blade. Prince Jacaerys sat tall upon his mount, his dark hair whipping in the wind. He was the picture of regal authority, his presence commanding respect even from a distance.
But it was the second dragon that drew Creganâs gaze. Silverwing, an ancient beast whose silver scales glinted in the weak northern sunlight, landed with a thunderous crash. The earth trembled under her weight, sending the horses into a frenzy. Men struggled to calm the beasts, their hands gripping reins tightly.
Upon her back sat the princess.
Even from afar, Cregan could feel her presence, as sharp as a blade drawn from its scabbard. Her silver hair, so much like her dragonâs, fluttered around her face, but it was her eyes that caught his attention. There was fire thereâburning, unyielding. And behind that fire, anger. Deep, simmering anger.
She didnât want to be here.
Creganâs chest tightened as he watched her dismount with the fluid grace of someone born to command dragons. There was nothing meek or timid in her stance. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw the ire that burned within her. She resented this, resented him, and the weight of the bargain struck between Jacaerys and himself.
Jacaerys approached first, a polite smile tugging at his lips as he offered a short bow. "Lord Stark," he greeted, his voice smooth but firm. "I bring greetings from my mother, Queen Rhaenyra. We are honored by your hospitality."
Cregan inclined his head in return, his gaze flicking to the princess before returning to Jacaerys. "Winterfell welcomes you both. The North stands ready, as promised."
Jacaerysâ smile widened, but it was the princess who drew closer, her expression cold and distant. She remained silent, her eyes locking onto Creganâs, challenging him with her defiance. There was no warmth in her, no courtesy of courtly manners. Her posture was rigid, tense, as though she would sooner mount her dragon and fly away than speak a word to him.
"So," Cregan said after a pause, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering, "you are the princess."
She lifted her chin slightly, her lips curling into the faintest hint of a sneer. "It seems I am." Her voice was sharp, each word laced with irritation. She glanced at Jacaerys briefly, her eyes narrowing before returning to Cregan. "Though I wasnât given much choice in the matter."
Creganâs brow lifted slightly, but he held his ground. He had expected resistance, had prepared himself for the fire she would bring. But seeing it now, face-to-face, was something else entirely.
"You will find that the North values honor," Cregan replied, his tone measured. "And in the North, we do not force our women into anything against their will. If you find yourself unwilling, you may leave at any time."
Her eyes flashed, the fire behind them flaring. "And yet here I stand, promised to a man Iâve never met, in a land I did not choose to come to. Youâll forgive me if I donât take kindly to your words of freedom."
Jacaerys stepped forward then, placing a calming hand on his sisterâs arm, his expression tight. "Y/N, weâve spoken of this. Lord Starkâ"
"Spare me the speeches, Jace," she snapped, pulling her arm free. "You may speak of duty and honor, but that doesnât change the fact that I was sold for an alliance."
The words hung heavy in the cold air, and for a moment, no one spoke. The bannermen exchanged uneasy glances, shifting on their feet. Cregan, however, stood firm, his eyes locked onto hers.
"You are not in chains, Princess," he said quietly. "And I do not need a wife who resents her place here. But I will not force your hand. If you stay, it will be your choice."
For the first time, her expression faltered, a flicker of surprise passing through her eyes. She hadnât expected that, hadnât expected to be given an option. For a long moment, she stared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line as though weighing his words.
"Choice," she muttered, her voice low and bitter. "Do we truly have any?"
Cregan said nothing, meeting her gaze evenly. He could see the war within her, the battle between duty and desire, between the freedom she craved and the chains of obligation. He had known from the start that this arrangement would be no simple matter, and now, standing before her, he understood the full extent of the challenge ahead.
Jacaerys cleared his throat, glancing between them. "Perhaps we should retire inside. The journey was long, and Winterfellâs hearths will offer warmth."
Cregan nodded. "Of course. You are both welcome here."
As they made their way toward the gates, Cregan cast one last glance at the princess. She was fire, fierce and wild. But there was more to her than the fury in her eyes. He could see it, even nowâbeneath the anger and resentment, there was a strength, a will unbroken. The North would test her, but in time, perhaps she would see that the North was not her enemy.
And neither was he.
The godswood was silent, save for the low rustle of wind through the ancient weirwood branches. The red leaves, stark against the snow-dusted ground, seemed to watch the ceremony unfolding below with a solemn, silent approval. The godswood, ancient and sacred, was a strange contrast to the fiery presence of the dragon lurking at its edge. Silverwing's silver scales shimmered faintly in the dappled light, her massive form curled among the trees like a sleeping predator, but her eyes never left you.
You stood at the heart of the godswood, dressed in a gown of deep silver, embroidered with fine, intricate patterns of the sea and skyâwaves crashing into clouds, dragons rising from the ocean. The fabric hugged your frame like a second skin, and the heavy velvet of your cloak, the deep blue of House Velaryon, hung from your shoulders, fastened at your neck by a clasp shaped like a dragon in flight. It was regal, commanding, but it felt like a cage. Every stitch, every seam, was a reminder of the duty that had brought you here, bound by your brotherâs word and the fragile alliance it promised.
The northern air was cold, biting against your skin, but you barely felt it. The fire in your chest, the resentment bubbling beneath your surface, kept you warm enough. Jacaerys stood to your right, his dark crimson and black cloak billowing softly in the breeze. He was every inch the prince, with his head held high, his Valyrian features stern, but you knew him better than anyone. His eyes flickered with the same determination that had led him to make this match in the first place, but also with a faint shadow of regretâregret for what heâd asked of you, for what heâd forced upon you.
Cregan Stark stood across from you, tall and unflinching, dressed in the black and grey of his house. His broad shoulders bore the weight of a heavy direwolf-fur cloak, and his expression was as cold and impenetrable as the North itself. Yet, as his steel-grey eyes met yours, there was something there, something you hadnât expectedâa quiet respect, an acknowledgment of the fire that burned in you. He wasnât the brute youâd imagined, but that didnât change the fact that you were here against your will.
The ceremony proceeded with the familiar words of the old gods, the vows spoken in quiet, reverent tones. You barely heard them, your mind drifting to Silverwing, to the open sky that called to you. This placeâWinterfellâwas as far from home as you could be. The walls closed in, the cold seeped deeper, and even the dragons were stilled by the weight of it.
âDo you, Y/N of House Velaryon, take Cregan of House Stark as your lord and husband, to honor and serve, in ice and in fire, in winter and in spring?â
The words felt heavy, the weight of them pressing against your chest. You hesitated, your jaw tightening. This wasnât what you wanted. The fire inside you rebelled against the thought of being tethered to a man you hardly knew, a man from a world of ice and stone.
But duty called. Your motherâs voice echoed in your mind, and Jacaerysâ quiet plea for understanding lingered.
âI do,â you finally said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.
Creganâs eyes remained on yours as he stepped forward, his hands strong but gentle as he draped the Stark cloak over your shoulders. It was heavy, lined with direwolf fur, the symbol of the North. The weight of it settled on you like a mantle of cold responsibility, pulling you further from the warmth of the sea, further from the freedom you longed for.
As the vows concluded, and the few gathered bannermen murmured their approval, the procession back to the castle began. You moved stiffly at Creganâs side, your thoughts miles away, swirling with memories of home and the life youâd left behind.
Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed beside you. Silverwing, her long neck lowering, her molten eyes narrowing as she regarded Cregan curiously. She moved with the grace of an ancient predator, her silver-scaled head nudging closer, as though she were studying him.
Cregan stiffened, his eyes flicking toward the dragon, but he didnât step back. His hand tightened at his side, his muscles coiled beneath his cloak. You could see the way his jaw clenched, his stoicism an iron mask. Though his expression remained impassive, you knew the truthâhe was wary, perhaps even afraid. A dragon, no matter how docile, was still a dragon.
Silverwingâs nose brushed against his shoulder, nudging him with surprising gentleness. Her hot breath steamed in the cold air as she let out a low rumble, something that almost sounded like approval, orâŠaffection?
You narrowed your eyes, your lips tightening in annoyance. Of all the times for Silverwing to show her favor, she chose now, and with him?
âShoo, beast,â Cregan muttered under his breath, his voice steady, though his hand remained close to the hilt of his sword, just in case. He raised his arm, pushing gently against Silverwingâs massive head, but the dragon didnât budge at first, her molten eyes fixated on him as though she were weighing his worth.
For a long, tense moment, you watched as Cregan squared off with your dragon. His face betrayed nothing, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. He knew as well as you did that if Silverwing felt the urge, she could reduce him to nothing more than a memory in a matter of moments. Yet, he stood his ground, as unyielding as the land he ruled.
Finally, with a reluctant huff, Silverwing backed off, her tail sweeping through the snow as she turned her gaze toward you. But not before letting out a soundâsomething disturbingly close to a soft whine.
You blinked, incredulous. Was Silverwing fond of him?
You turned toward your dragon, sharp words slipping from your lips in Valyrian, biting and full of frustration. "Traitor," you whispered fiercely, barely loud enough for anyone but Silverwing to hear.
The dragon's molten eyes flicked toward you, her expression almost indignant as she rumbled softly in response. It was as if she could sense your displeasure, but instead of reacting with the loyalty you expected, Silverwing let out another low, almost affectionate sound, her head turning once more toward Cregan.
Your blood boiled. She had always been loyal to you, reflecting the fire in your heart. Yet here she was, nuzzling up to the man who had become the symbol of everything you resented about this forced marriage. You clenched your fists inside the thick fur cloak Cregan had placed over your shoulders, the weight of it pressing down on you as heavily as the expectations that had led you here.
Cregan, still standing firm though you could tell the encounter unsettled him, raised an eyebrow in your direction. His voice was calm, with a hint of dry humor, as though addressing a curious wolf pup. "She seems to have taken a liking to me, though I doubt that sits well with you."
You glared at him, your lips tightening into a thin line. "Silverwing has poor taste," you snapped, brushing past him, the fabric of your gown sweeping the snow as you walked. "She's never been one for judging character."
Cregan said nothing for a moment, his heavy boots crunching in the snow as he fell into step beside you. His silence was maddening, his cool composure only heightening the frustration gnawing at your insides. You had expected him to show more than just wariness toward your dragon, perhaps even fear, but he hadnât given in to it. And now, with Silverwing showing him something bordering on favor, it made your already bitter resentment burn even hotter.
"I see the truth behind your eyes, Princess," Cregan finally said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "Youâre angry, and rightfully so. This isnât what you wanted. But the North respects strength, and whether you believe it or not, I am not your enemy."
You stopped in your tracks, your eyes narrowing as you turned to face him. The cold wind whipped through the godswood, sending the red leaves fluttering around you like bloodstained feathers. "Do you think that because youâve shown some kindness, or because youâve made no demands of me yet, that I should suddenly be grateful? This is a prison, Lord Stark. A cold, bleak prison where Iâve been sent because of my brotherâs decree."
Creganâs gaze remained steady, his grey eyes holding yours with quiet intensity. "Winterfell is no prison, Princess. You may see it as one now, but I think in time, youâll find it to be otherwise. You are free to leave if you wishâI've said it before, and I meant it. But should you stay, youâll be treated with the honor you deserve."
You scoffed, crossing your arms under the weight of the cloak. "Honor. You speak of honor, yet you are content to marry a woman who does not want you, because it benefits you politically."
Creganâs jaw tightened, but his expression remained calm, unwavering. "And you? Would you refuse to marry because you do not want to fulfill your familyâs duty? You and I are alike in that way. We both know what it means to be bound by responsibility."
The words struck a chord in you, though you hated to admit it. You had been raised to understand duty, to know that sacrifices were often necessary for the sake of family and the realm. But this was different. This was your life, your future. And yet, there was a part of you that recognized the truth in Creganâs words. He had not chosen this either, but he had accepted it with grace that you could not muster.
"Perhaps we are alike," you said slowly, your voice dropping. "But that doesnât mean I have to like it."
Creganâs lips quirked, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I would expect nothing less."
The exchange, though still tense, seemed to cool some of the burning rage in your chest. There was a steadiness to Cregan, a quiet strength that you found infuriatingly difficult to hate. But that did not mean you were ready to forgive your brother, or accept your new life with ease. The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface.
As you resumed walking toward the castle, Silverwing let out a soft, almost mournful sound from the godswood. You glanced back at her, your heart twisting with conflicting emotions. She had been your constant companion, your source of freedom, and yet here she was, nudging the man you were supposed to despise.
"Traitor," you muttered again, shaking your head as you continued forward, Cregan by your side.
The gates of Winterfell loomed ahead, dark and imposing, the firelight from within flickering against the cold stone walls. The North may not have been your choice, but now, standing on the threshold of your new life, you realized you would have to navigate this frozen world with all the cunning and strength that the blood of the dragon afforded you.
And perhaps, just perhaps, you would find your own way to bend it to your will.
The great hall of Winterfell was warm, its hearths roaring with fire to push back the northern chill. The scent of roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the bitter tang of strong ale and the rich aroma of spiced wine. The long tables were packed with northern lords and their ladies, all toasting and cheering in celebration of the union between the Princess of House Velaryon and Lord Cregan Stark. The sound of their voices blended with the clatter of plates and goblets, rising in a cacophony that should have felt joyous but grated on your nerves.
You sat beside Cregan at the high table, stiff in your seat, the fur-lined Stark cloak still draped around your shoulders. It felt heavy and wrong. Across from you, Creganâs son, Rickon, was seated, his bright grey eyes wide with awe as he watched the revelry around him. The boy couldnât have been older than six, with dark hair like his fatherâs and a mischievous smile that peeked out from behind his solemn expression.
Rickon had been quiet for most of the evening, but now he looked at you with curious eyes, clearly fascinated by the idea of a dragonrider in his home. "My lady," he said, his voice soft and hesitant, "do you really fly on a dragon?"
You turned to him, your irritation melting for a moment at the boyâs innocent curiosity. "I do," you replied, offering a small smile. "Her name is Silverwing. Sheâs resting in the godswood now."
Rickonâs eyes lit up with wonder, his small hand gripping the edge of the table. "Will I be able to see her? Father says dragons are fearsome, but Iâd like to meet one."
You leaned closer, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "If you ask nicely, perhaps Silverwing will let you get close. Sheâs not so fearsome when she likes someone."
The boy grinned, his earlier shyness dissolving, and for a moment, the tension in your chest eased. But the reprieve was short-lived, as Cregan spoke up beside you, his deep voice cutting through the air.
"Rickon will have plenty of time to meet your dragon," Cregan said, his tone even but his eyes flicking toward you, unreadable. "Though heâll need to understand that dragons are dangerous creatures, not pets."
You straightened in your chair, bristling at the implication. "Silverwing is no pet, Lord Stark. Sheâs my companion, and she is only dangerous when she has cause to be."
Cregan raised an eyebrow, his mouth quirking into a faint smirk, but there was something colder behind his gaze. "Iâll take your word for it, Princess. Though I suspect the people of Winterfell would appreciate not being roasted in their own hall."
You narrowed your eyes at him, your fingers tightening around the stem of your goblet. "I doubt your halls are warm enough for that to happen," you snapped back, your voice laced with sarcasm. "Perhaps thatâs why you need the fire of dragons to melt all this ice."
The tension between you and Cregan was palpable, even amid the noise and laughter of the feast. He met your challenge without flinching, his expression hardening. "Perhaps," he said evenly, "but here in the North, we donât rely on fire to keep us alive. We endure the cold as weâve always done."
You leaned closer, your voice dropping so only he could hear, though there was no warmth in your tone. "I didnât come here to endure. And I certainly didnât come here to freeze."
Creganâs gaze was steady, unyielding, but he said nothing in response. For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other, neither willing to back down. The flickering firelight cast shadows on his face, making him look more like a wolf in the dim glow. You felt your frustration bubbling up once more, the weight of everything pressing down on youâthe forced marriage, the cold, this unfamiliar life.
But then, a voice from the tables interrupted your silent standoff. "The bedding!" one of the bannermen shouted, his voice slurred with drink. Others quickly joined in, their cheers rising in volume as they pounded their fists on the tables. "To the bedding ceremony!"
The call spread through the hall like wildfire, and suddenly all eyes were on you and Cregan. You felt the color drain from your face as the implications of the chant washed over you. The idea of being paraded to bed with Cregan, in front of all these men, made your stomach turn.
Cregan, too, seemed to stiffen at the noise, his face tightening as he glanced around at his bannermen, their enthusiasm for tradition clear. But you saw something else in his expressionâsomething that surprised you. He wasnât pleased, nor did he seem to relish the idea of the bedding ceremony. If anything, he looked just as displeased as you felt.
"No," Cregan said firmly, standing from his seat, his voice cutting through the din like a blade. The hall fell quiet, the lords and ladies turning to him in confusion. "There will be no bedding ceremony tonight."
A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, but Creganâs gaze remained fixed, unyielding. "The princess and I will retire when we choose. I will not have her paraded through the halls like some prize for you to gawk at. This is a union of honor, not spectacle."
His words were met with a mixture of disappointment and begrudging respect. The lords who had been calling for the bedding ceremony fell silent, though a few still exchanged glances, their faces flushed with drink and unspoken protests. Cregan turned to you, his expression softer now, though still guarded.
You were surprised, though you tried to hide it. Of all the things you had expected from him, this was not one of them. He had spared you the humiliation, something you hadnât thought he would do.
"Thank you," you muttered under your breath, barely audible above the crackling fire and the low murmur of conversation. It wasnât a warm thanks, nor was it filled with any sense of reliefâjust a begrudging acknowledgment of what he had done.
Cregan nodded once, his eyes flicking briefly to Rickon, who had been watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. Then, turning back to you, he offered a hand. "Come. We should retire. The hall will quiet soon enough."
You hesitated, staring at his offered hand, before reluctantly taking it. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and you allowed him to lead you through the throng of lords and ladies. As you walked, you felt the eyes of the room on you, but there was no jeering, no laughter. Only silence and the crackling of the fire.
Rickon followed closely, his small feet shuffling against the stone floor, and though the evening had been tense, you felt a small warmth for the boy. As the three of you left the hall, the sound of the feast faded behind you, replaced by the quiet, muffled howling of the wind outside Winterfellâs walls.
The corridors of Winterfell were dimly lit, the torches casting flickering shadows along the stone walls as Cregan led you through the cold, winding passageways. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of the evening, but the noise of the great hall had finally faded, leaving only the echo of your footsteps. Creganâs hand was still at your elbow, his touch gentle but firm as he guided you deeper into the castle.
You were tense, your body rigid, every muscle taut with the emotions you had been holding back since the ceremony. The weight of the Stark cloak hung around your shoulders, but it was more than thatâthe weight of duty, of expectations, of a life you hadnât chosen, bore down on you with every step.
At last, he stopped in front of a heavy oak door. The thick wood was carved with simple designs, its iron handle cold to the touch. Cregan released your arm, stepping back slightly as if giving you space. His expression was unreadable, but you could sense the unspoken understanding between you.
"These are your chambers," he said quietly, his deep voice low in the silence. "I thought it best for you to have your own space. Youâll need time to adjust... to everything." He glanced at you briefly before turning his gaze back to the door. "I wonât impose myself upon you, not tonight, nor any night until you wish it."
The relief that swept over you was unexpected, but it was there nonetheless. The tension in your shoulders loosened, though only slightly. You didnât want to be here. You didnât want to be bound to this man, to this place. But at least, for now, you had this small mercy.
You looked at him, your lips pressed into a thin line, searching for the right words. It took a moment before you could speak. "Thank you," you muttered, the words awkward on your tongue. You didnât mean to be ungrateful, but the bitterness in your heart tainted even this gesture of kindness. "For this."
Creganâs eyes softened, though his expression remained stoic. "I know this isnât what you wanted. But I hope, in time, youâll find it less burdensome." He paused, his gaze meeting yours with a strange mixture of patience and understanding. "Goodnight, Princess."
With that, he stepped away with his son in tow, leaving you alone in the flickering torchlight. You watched him retreat down the hallway with Rickon, his tall figure and boy's smaller one, both disappearing into the shadows before turning toward the door.
You pushed it open, stepping into your new chambers. The room was dim, lit only by a few candles set on a wooden table near the hearth, and a small fire crackled quietly in the grate. The furnishings were simple but finely madeâa large bed with thick furs draped across it, a sturdy chair by the fire, and a small window that looked out over the courtyard below. The cold draft slipped in through the cracks in the stone, but the warmth of the fire did little to chase away the chill that had settled deep inside you.
With a heavy sigh, you closed the door behind you, the latch clicking softly into place. Alone at last, the tension you had been holding onto all evening began to unravel, bit by bit. The firelight danced across the stone walls, but it did nothing to lift the weight that had settled in your chest.
You moved slowly to the bed, shrugging off the Stark cloak and tossing it onto the chair. It felt too heavy, too suffocating. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared into the flames, the soft crackling of the fire the only sound in the room.
And then it cameâthe overwhelming, crushing wave of emotion you had been fighting back all night.
You had been strong. You had kept your composure, had held your head high even when everything inside you screamed for freedom. But now, in the quiet of your chambers, with no one watching, the dam broke.
Silent tears began to fall, hot and bitter as they streaked down your cheeks. You hadnât cried in front of your brother, nor in front of Cregan, but now, alone, you allowed yourself to grieve. For what you had lost. For what had been taken from you.
You thought of Dragonstone, of the sea crashing against its black shores, the salty wind that had always carried a sense of freedom with it. You thought of your mother, Rhaenyra, her fierce love and unyielding spirit. She had fought so hard for everything she hadâher throne, her childrenâand yet here you were, far from her, bound to a place you did not belong. Would she have wanted this for you?
And then you thought of your brothers. Jacaerys, with his sense of duty and stubbornness, always trying to do what was right, even when it hurt. You knew he thought he was helping you, securing your future, protecting the family. But it felt like a betrayal. You had followed him into the North, trusting him, only to find yourself trapped in a cage of ice and stone.
Your thoughts drifted to Lucerys and Joffrey, their youthful energy and the laughter that had once filled the halls of Dragonstone. Would you ever see them again? Or would they be mere memories, fading like the warmth of the fire as you sat in this cold, unfamiliar place?
A soft sob escaped your lips, and you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you silently mourned the life you had left behind.
In the quiet of the room, with only the crackling of the fire to keep you company, you allowed yourself to feel every ounce of sorrow, every pang of regret. The tears came faster, and for a long time, you sat there, letting the grief pour out of you.
Eventually, when the tears had slowed and your chest ached with the effort of crying, you wiped your eyes, drawing in a shaky breath. You were still here. Still trapped in this fate you didnât want.
But for tonight, at least, you were alone. And for now, that was the only solace you could cling to.
The cold wind bit at your face as you raced across the snowy courtyard, your heart pounding with desperation. The distant silhouette of Vermax, Jacaerysâ dragon, loomed against the grey sky, his wings shifting in anticipation as Jace made his final preparations to depart. You could see him there, standing tall and resolute, his back to you as he adjusted his saddle. Each step you took felt like a battle, your feet sinking into the snow, but you pushed forward, the icy air burning in your lungs.
"Jace!" you called out, your voice cracking as you approached. He didn't turn, and panic surged in your chest. "Jacaerys!"
This time he heard you, his head turning slightly, but he didnât stop what he was doing. He kept his focus on Vermax, brushing off your distress like it was a mild inconvenience.
You finally caught up to him, grabbing his arm, your fingers curling into the fabric of his cloak with a desperation that you couldn't hide. "You canât just leave me here," you pleaded, your voice breaking as the words tumbled out in a rush. "Jace, please. Iâll die here. The dragons⊠they die in the North. I canât stay."
Jacaerys finally looked at you, his brows furrowed in frustration. "Y/N, stop this." His voice was stern, but there was a weariness in his tone, as if he had expected this but hoped it wouldnât come. "Youâre being dramatic. You wonât die here. Youâll adapt, just like you always do. Youâre strong, stronger than you think."
You shook your head vehemently, tears already welling up in your eyes. The cold air stung your cheeks, mixing with the warmth of your tears, but you didnât care. "You donât understand," you whispered, your grip on his arm tightening as if holding onto him would somehow change everything. "I donât belong here. Iâm not built for this place, for this cold, for these people. And Silverwingâsheâll suffer here. Dragons donât thrive in the North. They wither. And so will I."
Jacaerysâ face softened, but only slightly. He let out a long sigh, shaking his head. "Youâre stronger than this. Youâve always done your duty, Y/N. Youâve faced worse than cold. Youâll survive this, too." His tone was matter-of-fact, as if it was that simple, as if this place hadnât already started to crush you.
His words cut through you, and you pulled back slightly, your hands falling to your sides. He didnât understandâhe couldnât. The North was foreign, hostile in ways that went beyond its cold. It was a land of ice, of silence, where the warmth and fire of home felt like a distant memory.
"Do you even care?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, and you regretted it as soon as you saw the flash of hurt cross his face.
Jace took a step closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder now, his expression softening as he realized just how much this was breaking you. "Of course I care," he said, his voice quieter now, almost gentle. "But this is whatâs best for us, for the family. Cregan will protect you, and in time, youâll find your place here. I know itâs hard, but youâre not alone."
The tears spilled over then, no longer restrained. You hated this, hated that you were crumbling in front of him, hated that you felt so weak. "Youâre leaving me here," you choked out, barely able to speak around the lump in your throat. "Youâre abandoning me."
Jacaerys frowned, pulling you into a hug despite your resistance. You felt his arms wrap around you, strong and warm, and for a moment, you wanted to push him away, to scream at him. But you didnât. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, your body shaking with silent sobs.
"Iâm not abandoning you," he murmured into your hair, his voice rough with emotion. "Iâm giving you a chance to do something great, something important. Youâre more than just our sister. Youâre part of the realmâs future. Iâm sorry you feel this way, but this is bigger than either of us."
You sniffled, pulling back just enough to look up at him. His eyes, those familiar brown eyes, were filled with both sadness and resolve. He wasnât going to change his mind, no matter how much you begged. "What about Mother?" you whispered. "What would she say if she knew you were leaving me like this?"
His expression faltered, the mention of your mother clearly cutting him deep, but he held firm. "She would want you to do your duty, just as sheâs always done hers. Youâre more like her than you realize."
You shook your head, wiping at your tears, but it was no use. They kept coming. "I donât feel like her. I feel... lost."
Jace sighed, his hand cupping the side of your face, brushing away a tear with his thumb. "Youâll find your way. You always do." He kissed your forehead, his touch tender but brief. "I have to go."
You watched in silence as he turned away, walking toward Vermax with a steady, determined stride. The dragonâs massive head lifted, its green eyes gleaming as it sensed its riderâs approach. Jacaerys mounted with practiced ease, settling into the saddle, his gaze fixed ahead as if the weight of leaving you behind was already something he had accepted.
"Jace!" you called out one last time, your voice breaking. But he didnât look back.
The great wings of Vermax unfurled, casting a long shadow over the snow-covered ground as the dragon prepared to take flight. You stood frozen, your tears falling faster now, watching helplessly as your brother, the last tie to home, prepared to leave you in this strange, unwelcoming place.
With a powerful beat of his wings, Vermax lifted into the sky, the gust of wind from his takeoff sending snow swirling around you. You watched, numb, as the dragon rose higher and higher, carrying Jacaerys back to the place you longed to return toâDragonstone.
The sound of his wings beating faded into the distance, and soon, they were nothing more than a dark speck against the pale sky. You stood there in the middle of the open field, the cold seeping deeper into your bones, your tears freezing on your cheeks as you watched him disappear.
Alone, you fell to your knees in the snow, the icy ground biting at your skin, but you didnât care. You were alone now, truly alone. And the weight of that realization crushed you in a way you hadnât expected.
Jacaerys was gone.
And you were left behind.
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bad guy (Joel Miller x Reader)
summary: since joel came to jackson, you only had eyes for him. but he didn't had eyes for you.... well, he did. but he hid behind a facade of a cold, mean asshole.
trigger warnings: 18+, minors dni, mature content included, some angst, fluff, explicit language, mention of guns, smut (f!nger!ng, p in v, mention of daddy k!mk, praising, degrading), age gap (reader in his 20s, joel in his 50s)
words: 2k
a/n: hey guys, so, this is my first post after a long break now. this was my first time writing smut, i'm still learning yk, but I hope you like it! Please keep in my mind that english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for spelling mistakes and stuff.
Also I wrote this while driving to Croatia and I'm still sitting in the car, so yeah. There'll be a part 2 of this ff:) now, I wish y'all a fun time reading<3
-------------------âĄâËâș. àŒ¶ âËâčââĄ--------------------
Why do girls always love the bad guy? Why canât I just find normal people attractive? And especially men in my age, you think.
Obviously I canât, because I love Joel fucking Miller.
Since he came with this girl Ellie to Jackson, you couldnât get him out of your mind. You tried, you really tried. But no, Joel stayed in your mind. Every fucking time he walked past you, butterflies flew in your stomach like crazy. When he looked at you, your heartbeat speeded up. And god, when he talked to you, even for just 10 seconds, you needed to squeeze your legs together, because you couldnât bear the ache between your legs.
But sadly, he didnât talked to you often, he didnât look at you, he just always walked past you. Sometimes you two had to go on patrol, but to be honest, he was an asshole. He didnât talk much, and when he did, he was mean. He was so cold towards you. The only person where he softened up, was Ellie. You and her got along well, she is a smart girl, with a big mouth, but still smart.
But, what did you expect? Heâs like doubled your age. But you always found men, who could be your dad, more attractive than boys in your age. Older men are more mature and⊠they have experience.
With every boy you slept in your age, has never made you cum, never.
Not to mention your daddy issues.
Actually, youâre on patrol with him right now. It was quiet, very quiet, while you walk through a abounded building with him. Youâve met some clickers on your way, but they were easy to kill. âSo, was it already so quiet when Tommy was out on patrol?â, you ask him while you reload your gun. ââhavenât talked to himâ, he answers cold. You look at him confused, because they usually always exchange about their patrols.
âWhy didnât you?â, you ask curiously.
âWhy would you care?â, he scoffs and doesnât even look at you. He stands up and continues to walk.
Asshole.
âWe have to move, come onâ, he adds. You just roll your eyes at him, get up and follow him. âWell I care, because we have to know what we have to expect.â, you mumble pissed.
He turns around to look at you with a stern look. âIf you would shut your fucking mouth, maybe we could hear what we have to expectâ
Yeah, thatâs it.
âYou know what, I donât fucking care. I understand that weâre definitely not friends, but that doesnât mean you have to act like the arrogant bastard you are.â, you speak upset. âGuess what, I donât like you either, but at least I try to be nice to you!â
âShut up.â, he whispers harshly.
âYou want me to shut up?! Did I hurt your ego because someone finally said how you really are, Joel Miller?! I swear Iâll soon kick you in your non-exciting balls-â He suddenly slams you against the wall and covers your mouth with his hand. âI said, be. quiet.â, he growls quietly. You try to move and push him away, but heâs too strong.
As you give up and stare into his eyes, you hear it too, stalkers.
You feel how the speed of your heartbeat increases and feel the big ache between your legs again, but even stronger as the last timeâs. His chest was pressed onto yours and you sense his hot breath on your neck. While Joelâs concentrated on the sound of the stalkers, you get a chance to admire his face closely. His hazel eyes, his lips⊠and his nose.
Fuck.
As the stalker noises get quiet and disappear, you gulp as he stares into your eyes. He releases your mouth from his hand and you take a deep breath. âs-so.. where was I-?â, he cuts you off.
âYou really canât shut up, can you?â, he raises an eyebrow at you as he asks.
âYou fucking basta-â, suddenly he smashes his lips on yours. Thatâs when you get quiet. Your heart was beating out of your chest while you were melting under his touch. You canât resist and wrap your arms around his neck while kissing him back.
Joelâs hands run up your curves while heâs pulling you even closer to his body. You feel how his dick begins to harden under the fabric of his jeans. He stops kissing your lips and continues to place kisses on your neck to leave you with his marks. You whimper softly as you feel how his hand glides down your stomach. As Joel slides his hand under your pants, he touches your already wet panties. âgod, were you so desperate to be touched? you dirty little girl.â, he whispers in your ear and nibbles on it. âFuck, Joel-â, you breathe. He pushes your panties aside and his thumb starts to rub your clit slightly.
âyou need to be quiet, darling.â, he whispers again as you feel his hot breath on your neck again. As you nod and give him your permission he slides two of his fingers into your core. âJoel- I-â, you begin to breath heavy. You really tried to keep quiet, but as he starts to pump his fingers into you⊠âJoel, I canât-â, you moan, thatâs when he puts his hand over your mouth again.
âkeep fucking quiet, youâre gonnaâ get us killed..â, he growls as he stares into your eyes.
While he continues shoving his fingers inside you, your hands make your way to his belt. As you start to unbuckle it, he slaps your hands away. ânot here.â, he whispers harshly.
âPlease Joel-, I need you.â, you whine.
âNo.â, he says with his deep voice, which even more aroused you. You start to feel your climax coming nearer, so does Joel as your inner walls squeeze his fingers gently. âJoel, Iâm gonna-â, you cry out and he immediately covers your mouth again. âthats it, baby.. cum all over my fingers, darlingâŠâ, he whispers right into your ear and thatâs when you reach your climax. He presses his hand onto your mouth to quiet down your moan and a slight smirk appears on his face. As your legs are still shaking, your hands try to unbuckle his belt again, but this time, he lets you do it.
âFuck, y/n⊠you really want to get us killed, donât youâ, Joel groans quietly.
âPlease Joel-, just-â, he cuts you off while slamming his lips onto yours again. He flicks his younger against yours and gasps as your hand touches his clothed dick. âGoddammit, y/n!â, he growls.
âPlease Joel, I need you inside of me-â, thatâs when he canât resist your begging and he turns you around the wall and pushes you against it. âârisking to get killed, just to be fucked by daddyâs cockâ, he whispers and you hear how he pushes his pants down, which leaves a smile on your face. He takes his dick into his hand and rubs the tip at your wet pussy. His other hand glides to your mouth again, because he knows you definitely canât keep quiet.
And heâs right.
You cry out loud as he pushes his shaft into your throbbing core.
God, heâs big.
âFuck.â, he exhales. He begins to thrust into you while your moans get louder, he presses his hand harder on your mouth. âSuch a good girl, taking my dick so fucking goodâ, Joel praises which makes you squirm under his grip. His other hand rests on your waist and his breath starts to get heavier. As he increases the speed, you feel how your legs begin to shake again. âhow long have you been waiting for this, hmâŠ?â, he breathes into your ear and wraps his arm around you to pull you closer. Joel begins to hit your g-spot and as your breath becomes heavier, your moans do too.
âUse your words, princessâ, he groans into your ear.
âS-since you came here-â, you try to answer while heâs trying to muffle your moans again. You hear him chuckle. âânever thought that youâre such a dirty girlâ, he whispers. ââsqueezing my dick real good- youâre gonnaâ cum?â. You nod.
âWords.â, he growls. âY-yes, Iâm gonna cum!â, you whine and you rech your climax. As your pussy tightens around his cock, you hear his groan and feel how he fills you up with his cum, leaving you two breathless.
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As we walked back to Jackson, he was quiet, too quiet. ââyouâre okay?â, you ask concerned and also confused while heâs walking in front of you. âThis was a mistakeâ, he growls and keeps walking. âWhat- I donât understand-â, you mumble confused and grab after his hand so he stops walking. âWhat donât you understand?â, he speaks louder and pulls his hand away. âThis, was a mistakeâ, he points with his finger at you and himself. âA fucking big one.â, he growls and turns around to walk. âSo, after you just fucked the shit out of me in a building full of zombies, you tell me that this was a mistake?!â, you almost shout and walk after him.
I canât believe him, you think.
âyes, thatâs exactly what I mean.â, he points out and it seems like he really doesnât care. âAre you kidding me right now?! Donât you notice how fucked up this is?! You fuck me and now tell me it was a mistake, and you donât even feel bad!â, you shout after him upset and try not to tear up. âExactlyâ, he just answers coldly.
âAnd now what huh?!â, you try to grab his hand again and finally get him stop walking. He turns around and just looks at you, his eyes were pitch black now. You donât see any emotions in his face.
âNow, weâre going our separate waysâ, he grumbles coldly.
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Why do girls always love the bad guy?, you think.
Itâs already been two months since it happens with Joel. And like he said, weâre going our separate ways. He didnât look at you, he didnât talked to you and he didnât even went on patrols with you anymore. And you really tried to hate him, and did because of what he did, but you couldnât get this night with him out of your mind anymore. Every time you close your eyes, you feel his lips on yours and his dick thrusting deep into you.
So, since he really didnât felt bad and ignored you like you donât exist, you tried to keep on with your life and tried dating again. Youâve met a really nice boy, Jack. He was two years older than you and he really was a gentleman. He was nice, kind and lovely. He made you laugh and feel safe. Since Joel didnât go on patrols with you again, he did. And it was fun. Today youâve had your third date already and as you walk into the bar, you see Joel sitting there.
Fuck.
And thatâs when it hits your memory again. His hand pressed on your mouth, his hot breath on your neck and his dick pounding into you. You got pulled out of your mind, as you feel Jackâs hand on your waist. âHey there, beautifulâ, he says with his sweet smile. âHeyâ, you smile back and go with him to your table. You thought Joel didnât notice you, but he did. He saw you with this guy before, and god it has made him jealous. But Joelâs good at hiding his feelings, always hiding how he looks at you in secret.
You and Jack had a good time. Sometimes you took a glance at Joel, but his back was turned towards you. As you two finished eating, you stood up and wanted to look after Joel, but he wasnât sitting there anymore. âIâll pay real quick, you can wait outsideâ, Jack says and places a kiss on your cheek.
You nod and go outside. Itâs already dark outside. A breeze of cold air flies against your body and you get goosebumps. Thatâs when you let your keys fall. âFuckâŠâ, you swear and try to see them in the dark. As you spot them, you bend down but suddenly someone else picks them up.
As you look up, you freeze:
âJoel.â
-> part 2
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watching a video of someone playing an older game (not even THAT old) and constantly having to hear them go 'omg can you imagine how much more pretty and good this would be if it ran at 60+ fps with highest end graphics of the current modern games and in 4k???' over and over while also commenting on some graphics looking slightly muddy and how ugly and shitty 30 fps is
and i just cant help but get incredibly annoyed at that, cant you just appreciate the game for what it is?? the constant focus on smoother everything and graphics so detailed it looks faker than the real world is such a limited view on games- more polygons and higher res textures doesnt equal better ffs
i, and i might out myself with an unpoluar opinion here, but remakes are in my opinion often rather unecessary, just rerelease the old game, just make it avaible for people, officially, you dont have to reprogramm the entire thing!! maybe upscale it a little so it doesnt get stretched into a blurry mess if possible but even that i will work with no problem!! there are cases where its pretty much an entirely different game (FF7?) and i get seeing one of your fav old games get some new paint can be really cool, not arguing against that- what i dont like is that those remakes replace the original as that isnt made avaible, only the new version- like i wish i could play windwaker on my switch, but i cant stand the "HD" remake of it and i know if it ever were to get ported it will only be that version like the original doesnt exist anymore and my earlier point that many people consider more fps, more polygons, more resolution as automatically better
i dont need games to be running at 60+ fps, 30 is enough, sure id like it to run smoothly on that without huge drops, but when its stable 30, why would i need more? more often than not i prefer simplified graphics bc they often focus on the most important parts of what they are trying to achieve or work with an interesting style to compensate and i LOVE THAT, also id like to not have to download 100+ GB even when i would turn it on its lowest settings anyway, save me the space- and that is if i even got hardware that can run it at all, my computer struggles with slime rancher and i dont have the funds to buy the newest consoles nor computers
im not against remakes per se, but the fact that the old will more often than not disappear entirely and remain unavaible forever and that higher end graphics are automatically seen as better drives me nuts
#ganondoodles talks#random#sorry i got annoyed#was listening to jacks bloodborne playthrough and he kept going on about making it higher res and it reopened my old wound of#more details dont automatically means better#and how unavaible the original versions are#and how they bascially stop existing once a remake exists#just give me the option pls#its ok to like remakes but pls ... i want the option#bc rn i really just have to hope my gamecube and ww disc keep on working#and my TV too bc its the last of its kind that still got a scart connection#and once any of that breaks i got only emulation as a way to play it#and given how nintendo has destroyed botw emulation i suspect that wont be an option for long either#and that is just ONE game
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38. "I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now"
53. "you're more than just a one night stand"
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It was a mistake.Â
A mistake the two of you decided was a one time deal and promised to never discuss again. A mistake that should have never happened in the first place. A mistake that would drag you both down if it ever got out.Â
When you were introduced into the world of Formula One, the public knew you as one of the closestâif not the closestâbest friend of Max Verstappen. Max was young and bright and ready to really start his career after signing with Red Bull Racing. You were his supportive best friend who dabbled in and out of races between your years at university and work.Â
However, things started to change once you graduated and suddenly you were in the paddock for more than a weekend here or there.Â
And suddenly, you were bumping into the likes of Charles Leclercâa boy you knew so much of and yet nothing about.Â
In the earlier years of Maxâs career, Charles was nothing but the nuisance that Max would constantly complain about. He was the boy who drove recklessly, who was unfair, who would constantly push him off the track.Â
As the boys got older and matured, Charles was just another face amongst the other Formula One drivers who youâd hear the odd thing about, here and there. Max was far more friendly with the boy, but their dinners out or time spent together never seemed to coincide with whenever you were in town.Â
You officially met the Ferrari driver after the Monaco Grand Prixâand that was when the first of many mistakes were made.Â
You kissed him.Â
You shouldnât have. You really shouldnât have. In fact, you should have never been out on that balcony in the first place. You should be out with the rest of the team, celebrating the fact your best friend just won one of the most prestigious races in motorsport history.Â
But instead you were on a balcony with someone who could be considered his enemy, listening to the way he sounded so defeated about letting down his home country once again, and you just couldnât help yourself from leaning over and placing your lips on his.Â
The second mistake was just a few weeks later when a double Red Bull DNF and a grump Max made you take solace in some other paddock friends (knowing Max just needed space to be grumpy before he talked about it), and instead of dancing all night with friends, you found yourself hidden in the corner of some club making out with a certain Monegasque man.Â
The biggest mistake was not even a week or so later, another country for another grand prix, only this time you had lost Max and the others and instead found yourself in Charles Leclercâs hotel room.Â
It all led you to nowâsummer break for the Formula One seasonâwhere you promised your best friend you would spend time with him in Monaco.
Except, instead of Maxâs apartment, you were in his rivalâs on the other side of Monte Carlo.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing this,â you murmured against his lips, the plush sofa beneath your knees making it comfortable as you straddled the driver in the dimly lit living room. âThis is a bad idea.âÂ
âItâs a great idea,â he argued as his head ducked down to press kisses down the column of your neck.Â
âItâs a mistake,â you said firmly, but maybe you were trying to convince yourself more so than the boy underneath you.Â
âAll five times?â Charles humoured.Â
âThose were one night stands,â you muttered, knowing full well you should be pulling away, creating some distance between you both as you spoke. âThey didnât mean anythingââÂ
âYouâre more than just a one night stand, cherie,â Charles groaned, hands around your waist tightening almost like he could read the thoughts in your head that wanted to move away from him. âYou know that.âÂ
And maybe deep down you did.Â
At least you knew he was different from every other one night stand you had before. You knew that the feelings you harboured for the Ferrari driver were stronger than you had felt for anyone before. You knew that you never enjoyed kissing someone the same way you did with him, or touching them too.Â
You knew that Charles Leclerc was like nothing and no one you had ever experienced before.Â
âWhat are we doing?â you whispered softly, your hands resting on his chest with his racing heart beating wildly beneath your palm.Â
âWe are enjoying each other and the pleasure we give each other,â he told you, his lips tracing over your pulse and you could have sworn you felt his lips twitch when your breath hitched. âAnd I can promise you I am enjoying every single moment of it.â
Your hands slid down his chest, pausing at the waistband of his sweatpants as you fiddled with the drawstrings. âYeah?âÂ
He gulped a little. âYeah.âÂ
âYou enjoy me touching you, Leclerc?âÂ
The teasing tone of your voice wasnât lost on Charles, not at all. But it was hard for him to even bite back when your fingers dipped beyond the waistband, your fingers wrapping around his cock and squeezing him in a way that made every thought in his head just stop.
âShit,â he hissed between clenched teeth as his head fell to rest on your shoulder.
âThat doesnât sound very encouraging,â you murmured as your thumb swiped along the head of his cock, a soft whine escaping his lips as you did so.
âBaby, please,â he moaned, his soft pants fanning against the skin of your neck as he spoke.Â
âWords, Charlie.âÂ
âIââ But the boy only let out a pathetic whine when you pulled your hand away, and it was quick reflexes that had his hands clamping down on your waist before you could jump off his lap completely.Â
âI said words, baby, canât do anything unless you say it,â you teased lightly, your palm pressing down the bulge in his sweatpants.
âAnything,â he rasped in a husky voice, his accent coating his words thicker. âIâll let you do anything if you just touch me now.â
You had to bite down on your bottom lip to hide your grin. âAnything?âÂ
âAnything,â he confirmed.Â
âGet those sweatpants off, Leclerc,â you ordered him as you shuffled off his lap, your knees hitting the soft carpet. âI want your cock in my mouth.âÂ
Charles groaned, muttered prayers whispered under his breath as he quickly shed his sweatpants to the side.
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Fake texts au- pt.16 bffs with the rookies+ revenge is a dish best served cold and glittery
When you woke up, you were tagged in many stories, almost all the drivers had put up stories in your support, chastising the paparazzi that had stormed you and asked inappropriate questions, even a lot of the Barcelona team (the ones you knew) were in your support.
Gavi is messaging you to complement your right hook, and Pedri to ask if you were okay.
The man you had punched was fired from his job and now wasn't allowed within 100 feet of you (courtesy of Max's lawyers), you had also gotten most of your things back, only left without your laptop.
And your 'friends'? Well, you knew just what to do to them. You still had some people you could trust back in the UK so you made them fill up all their dorm rooms with glitter and itching powder, and then blocked them everywhere, any and all communication would now be through Max's lawyers and man were you happy about that.
You were sure the next swing you took would be at them.
The university had allowed you to complete the rest of your course online, only giving the finals on ground, they were quite happy not to be spoken to by the lawyers knowing it was partially their security's fault to allow so many paparazzi to storm you in the first place.
You didn't feel comfortable going to the Las Vegas race and even Abu Dabi, just wanting a break but now? Oh now you were back for revenge, revenge on everyone who thought your life was theirs to judge.
You opened your group chat, youâd spent time FaceTiming and talking to the boys individually but it felt to awkward, to real to be in a group again but fuck that, these boys were your best friends! Lando, Charles and Max were like the older brothers you never had! Even Lorenzo checked up on you almost daily. You werenât going to give all this up just because of some idiots.
You smiled as normalcy set into the atmosphere again. You called up a few people asking them if they could make and they all could, making you happier.
Things were finally getting better and now you could support your friends without feeling guilty about it.
You had missed the season end but had called Max to congratulate him, but hadn't felt safe enough to go to the party however much he asked but now you were going to be there for them, the people who've always been there for you.
This ones a lil shorter than usual but I needed a filler to move aheadđ
and we're back to the og texts!!! Hope yall like this one! Also I still can't comment idk why.
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ââŠbut youâre so much more than thatâ
aonung x met!fem!reader
a/n; AHHHH! my second ff, i hope you all love it like my first one!!! iâm sorry if it doesnât make such sense literally on barely sleep and having health problems literally but i needed this to be posted! donât forget to tell me your guys thoughts!!! also sorry the late night posts
warnings; my bad spelling and writing, nothing else(that i know of)
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you grew up with aonung as you were neighbors when you were little. he was one year older than you and never let you forget it. he was always protective of you, treating like his sister.
but as time went on and you guys growing into young adults. you both changed. both of you barely hung out anymore. he never found the time to make for you, as he was preparing to become the next chief at her his father.
and for you? you had all the time on your hands. your parents werenât anyone special to the clan like his were. your father was a hunter and your mother was a herd picker for Ronal. mother wanted you to take over her place when she would get too old and frail. you would always complain to her that you didnât want to be the next her but over time, you started to love being out in the sea and forest picking herds, studying them, getting two rocks and smashing them into paste to heal peoples bruises and wounds.
whenever you would talk to aonung it mostly was when he came in the medic hit from a fight. his mother would scold him every time, âwhy donât you ever listen?,â she yelled at him âyouâre such a disappointmentâŠâ she said as she walked out of the hut calling for her daughter to follow. his face was emotionless looking down, lips pushed together. as soon as you would get close to him and try to touch him, he would look up with glossy eyes and walk out. you looked over your shoulder watching him walk into the forest.
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present day
today as you were walking to the hut, you heard ronal and her husband both yelling. as you were approaching the door you saw aonung and his friend, roxto, they just stood there nodding along and muttering sorrys. Tonowari dismissed them and walked out the hut, nodding towards you as he and his wife walked past you.
roxto looked at aonung, âhey man, i have to goâŠmy parents are gonna be pissed,â he said as he placed a hand on aonungs shoulder walking out, muttering a quick bye to you.
you walked in clearly your throat to let him know you were in there. he looked up at you. he was about to walked past you but you grabbed his arm. âaonung,â you said looking at him âyouâre hurt, let me help youâŠplease,â you begged him. he turned his head to look into your eyes, you were looking up at him face covered in worry. he felt bad, you being worried about him made him feel like shit.
he turned his body to face you head-on. he pulled his hand up to rub your bicep, âokay,â he said softy while quickly to rub your arm âjust donât make that face okay? you look like youâre going to cry,â he said staring into your eyes. you muttered a thank you and told to sit while you got the herds you needed.
he watched your body moved from corner to corner of the room. he smiled to himself watching you talk to yourself checking things off a list in your head. you turned around, you saw him smiling at you so you smiled back. walking over to him you grabbed some rocks to crush up the herds.
âwhat happened now aonung?,â you asked as you placed some leaves between two rocking grinding them.
he sighed looking down âi got into a fight with the sully boysâŠagain,â he confessed. you stopped grinding the leaves looking up at him with your eyebrows together. shaking your head as you grab some paste and rub it on his bruises and small cuts. âow ow ow, donât run it in so hard, youâre usuallly nicer,â he said as he faked frown causing you to giggle and let a small smile.
you looked into his eyes âit wouldnât hurt at all if you didnât do it in the first place,â you stated as you went to grab some other herds and grind them.
he chuckled at you, causing you to give him a confused look. ây/nnnnâ he dragged your name out in a playful matter. âi think you keep forgetting iâm older than you,â he chuckled. it was quiet for a few minutes as you keep putting paste on him. he just watch as you softly run the paste on his skin. smiling as you look up every once in at his face, and every time you would look away and blush.
ây/n?,â he asked waiting for you to respond, you hummed to waiting for his question, âiâm sorry,â he said to you. you looked at you leaning your head to the side pushing your eyebrows together. âfor the fighting, not talking to you, and keeping myself away from you,â he started softly.
you softly smiled to yourself. you grabbed his hand, rubbing his palm âaonungâ you said looking into his eyes, âi was hurt when you stopped hanging out with me alone, talking to me, and coming to my hut every night to sneak out and play on the beach.â he looked down ashamed, you grabbed the side of his face forcing him to look up, ïżœïżœbut i forgive you, i know how stress you are not being a disappointment, but youâre so much more than that, i see you for who you are aonung,â now cupping both sides of his face, rubbing his cheeks.
he smiled at you, removing your hands from his face, taking them into his own, interlocking them with his. looking down at your hands realizing how small they are, âthank you y/n,â he said looking up at you âreally thank you for believing in me for no matter what,â he took one of his hands, placing his hand on your chin, âi see you y/n âŠi am now going to kiss you now,â he stated. you giggled at him not believing him for a second till you saw him lean in, you closed your eyes letting him kiss you. he moved his lips against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck getting closer. after a few more second you pushed yourself back, putting ur forehead on chest giggling to yourself, putting your hand up to lips still not believing he kissed kissed you.
âstop gigglinggg,â he teased you, pushing you back a little so he could see your face. he rubbed your cheek, taking in the moment you both are having, alone finally.
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during the whole interaction, his father was outside watching. he smiled to himself knowing his son was in safe hands from now on. he also walked to his wife to gossip what just happened.
one more a/n; i have three in works rn but i also have a life so please give me some time so sorry!!
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It's a Fire - Chapter I
Chapter 1
Wordcount 3,5k
Title Retired Hashira
Fandom Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer
Symbols â â đ€
Warnings: arranged marriage; age gap; mentions of increasing in criminality and poverty; grieving; non diagnosed depression (the condition wasn't properly understood by the time this story is settled)
Tagging ? (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)
N.A.: So Kimetsu no Yaiba returned and I'm taking the opportunity to finally start posting this story that has been in my list of ideas for several months!
A while ago I made a poll where I included the option of writing a fic with the Rengoku family, and it was this one I was talking about. I know there are other stories I need to work on already, but let me tell you that this very fic just saved me from a creative block, which was caused by what I suspect to be the beginning of a burnout (I'm about to go on vacation and I just can't take it anymore, but I don't want to discuss this rn).
A few words about the ff itself: It's a slow burn, arranged marriage story between reader, who's 27/28 yo, which makes her closer to myself who's a bit older than this, and Shinjuro Rengoku, who's struggling with the same problems we see in canon, but somehow accepts her as his wife: she was the daughter of old acquaintances of his, so the marital contract is sealed to allegedly honor the friendship between the families. However, things are way more complicated in reality.
Of course, because of the things we see in the original media, such as violence, alcoholism and etc., I need to make it clear that my personal opinions on these subjects may diverge from what I'm putting in this story (due to personal family experiences), and each chapter will carry the necessary warnings. Also if you notice similarities with Beauty and the Beast, know that it isn't just a coincidence haha Finally, the title is a song by Portishead, which didn't influence my writing but its lyrics somehow fit this plot đč
I hope you have a good time reading this â€
âYou walk a lonely roadÂ
Oh, how far you are from homeâÂ
(Enya, May it Be)Â
That fate didnât care about your preferences and desires, you knew well.Â
You wished you had your mother with you for long years, and that your relationship grew stronger as you spent your time together, dedicating yourselves to the art of the sword, but most of her time and energy were directed to her work as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and it was like this until the day you received a messenger from Ubuyashiki-sama to inform you about her death: she didnât fall to the Oni, but couldnât resist the injuries from a battle against a group of them.Â
You also wished your father, after losing the woman he claimed to love, stood up to his remaining family, that is, himself and you, and took reasonable measures to protect his territory and the people who lived in it, but he preferred to lock himself in his office and ignore the demands outside it, firing half of the houseâs servants for the sake of saving money and willing to leave the property to the dust and the insects, not seeing this happening thanks to you, who took the task of maintaining everything by yourself, even doing some of the physical work.Â
There were, in fact, many other things you wished for, but didnât have the chance to see them coming true. One of those other things were continuing to live in the house you grew up in, and using your education to dedicate your life to a career of your choice, though your options seemed limited by your sex. But even this was taken from you when, on an ordinary day, you saw your father leaving his office in the company of a man youâve never seen in your life. You wanted to question him about this strange visit, but you didnât have to: your father came to your chambers later, and without measuring his tone or giving you time to process such news, explained the meetingâs main subject.Â
â Iâve recently contacted an old acquaintance of mine, someone who was also known by your mother â he started â And explained our situation here.Â
You knew what he was talking about: after your mother passed away, your landsâ protection has been neglected, and appearances of demons have been reported more often by your servants and the people who live in the villages near. No one dared leaving their houses at night, and the local economy were deeply affected by this, since part of the basic work used to be done in this period of the day; this led to an increase in poverty and criminality. You, on your part, werenât immune to these difficulties despite growing up in a privileged family.Â
Your father addressing this situation to you, however, was something new, and you exposed this impression to him.Â
â Things are getting harder for everyone here, thatâs true â you agreed â But why are you discussing this with me now?Â
â Because I asked this acquaintance for help, and he answered me â he took slow steps toward your window, half opened by that time; he closed it with firm hands, but without making much noise â The thing is that, at the same time our lands are now dangerous to people, specially to young women like you, itâs time for you to take the next big step in your personal life, daughter. After all, youâre almost twenty-eight.Â
You frowned.Â
Next big step? What is he talking about?âŠÂ
Your father might have noticed your confusion, because he soon clarified his words⊠and you wished he never did it.Â
â Iâm talking about marriage, y/n â he spat â You declined the last two proposals, and I respect your reasons for that, but this time the circumstances arenât in our favor. This man who visited me earlier is a messenger from the Rengoku House, and he brought me a positive answer from their head: I offered your hand and a good dowry in exchange for your protection, and in respect to your mother, who worked for the same cause as him, Shinjuro Rengoku accepted you as his wife. Youâre leaving the house this week.Â
You were speechless. You tried to stand up and show a sign of protest, but your legs didnât obey you; you opened your mouth to say something, but no word left it. You knew your father have been struggling, but you could never suppose he was becoming insane â arranging a marriage for you without your consent? Other men used to do this to their daughters, but the man who married your mother would never⊠But, apparently, he was no longer this man.Â
Maybe he was expecting some disagreement, but seeing your silence made him frown.Â
â Donât you have anything to say about this?Â
You finally seemed to wake up. You gave him a dead glare, murmuring your response.Â
â And what do you expect a woman to say after being sold and sent away from her own house out of nowhere? â you moved your head to the side, irony leaking from the gesture â Thank you?Â
Your father clenched his jaw.Â
â I certainly donât expect your gratitude â his voice was lower now â I know this isnât the future you wanted for yourself, and I didnât want things to be like this either, butâŠÂ
â Why marriage, father? â your tongue was released, interrupting his thread of thoughts like a storm â I could stay temporarily with them, work for them, anything! But marrying someone Iâve never met?! Donât you remember that Iâve declined the other proposals after at least seeing the faces of those men?Â
â Youâll meet him on the wedding day, and youâll have all the time of the world to know anything there is to know about him â his tone was louder again, as his patience was running low â Besides, Shinjuro is an old friend of mine. I give you my word that heâs a decent man, besides being a formidable warrior. He was married to a respectable woman once, and built a good family with her. I trust him, and so did your mother. No problems should be expected from his part, so the same must be expected from you.Â
Shinjuro. It was only the second time youâve heard that name from your fatherâs mouth, and you didnât know what to think. In fact, youâve learned from your mother that among the Demon Slayer Corps there was an elite group known as the Hashira, and one of them was Shinjuro, the Hashira of the Flames. He was the current head of the Rengoku family, but personal struggles â including the death of his wife â forced him to a retirement despite his capacity as a warrior, so that his eldest son, Kyojuro, took his place. However, you also heard that this young man was dead, so it was impossible to tell how things were going for his family members now. And that was the environment your father was willing to throw you into, even spending money in the process.Â
You sighed.Â
â Father, when was the last time youâve met this man? I donât remember you talking about him â you crossed your arms â Iâm only familiar with his name thanks to mother, but now youâre telling me that heâs an old friend of yours. How old is he, exactly?Â
â Not as old as me, of course â his reply came with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation â I canât believe that, of all the things involved in this arrangement, this is what concerns you more!Â
You scoffed.Â
â Iâm not that futile, but if heâs old enough to have a son capable of replacing him in the battlefield, I think I have the right to be concerned! â you took a step toward him â If I have no choice, I want to know exactly where Iâm getting into. Canât you even make such a small concession to me, father?Â
No, he couldnât, and you soon realized that.Â
Your father decided the conversation was over. He returned to the roomâs door and opened it.Â
â It is decided, already â and, with a sort of sadness in his eyes â Iâm doing what I think itâs best for my daughter. I only wanted her to trust me, at least for once.Â
You swallowed the lump in your throat.Â
â I wanted this too, father. But youâre making it too difficult for your daughter.Â
He stared at you for a moment, then left without any word.Â
***Â
Things really happened the way you feared, in the path your father stated they would follow. He said that, but until the end he kept acting like he had no control over the flow of events, in a frail attempt to soothe his own conscience that only served to unnerve you, and not even seeing the disappointment in his daughterâs eyes each time he looked at you was enough for him to leave this pretense aside. Had he no shame anymore?Â
During that fateful week, you avoided his company, leaving the burden of communication to the remaining servants and only speaking to him when utterly necessary. What was left for you to talk about when, as he said, everything was decided, and when you had nothing but sadness for him â for him, the adversities heâs been through and for the way he chose to behave in face of them? It was useless to argue on this, and whether you liked it or not, you had little time to put everything in order and couldnât have the luxury of wasting it: would it be worthy to cause a delay in the arrangements under the risk of leaving a bad impression in your future spouse, even when he was someone youâve never saw before?Â
You sighed at the thought.Â
And, as if I hadnât enough things to worry about, I still have to consider this.Â
In fact, you didnât want to take much stuff from that house with you at the same time you didnât want to cause any difficulties to the servants, who have already seen their load increase the last months, so you were quick to select essential items and packing them with the help of a maid, from your clothes to the gifts brought by your mother, and instruct her about what to do with the other things: some of them you gave to her, knowing that she had a daughter who was younger than you and whoâd appreciate your charity, and the others, such as the furniture, should be sent to the villagers, for you wanted your things to be with people who would make good use of them instead of letting them rot in a place to where youâd never come back.Â
Among all of this, the last object you packed was the only thing you made a point about carrying by yourself, and the only thing you didnât trust anyone to pack but yourself: the sword of your mother, which was sent to your house by Ubuyashiki-sama and now belonged to you. Your mother has been teaching you lessons since you were a teenager, but she hasnât lived long enough to see if you were going to develop your own Breath; well, until that day you havenât, but youâve never stopped practicing even under your fatherâs disapproval. You didnât know what you would find once you stepped into your husbandâs house, but you wouldnât want to depend on his protection on everything; besides, having a wife who knew how to wield a sword must be an advantage, right?Â
The train of thoughts, feelings and concerns was such that you were robbed from sleep the night before the ceremony. You knew women who had their marriages arranged as well, but you never got to talk to them about it; you had no idea of how you were supposed to feel, or how you were supposed to see the whole thing. How one should feel when they saw themselves trapped in a situation from which they couldnât get out? Without having answers, you just relied on the feeling that seemed reasonable to you, that is, utter fear.Â
The next morning came silent and inexorable, just as the ones before it, and you saw yourself leaving your bed and taking care of your duties without putting your thoughts on them. It was only your body working by itself, saving your soul from the burden of being conscious, or perhaps you were just accepting your fate after a night of tears and rage.Â
Having dismissed the maidâs help, you bathed and dressed alone, and left the house where the most important moments of your life took place without one last look. To be fair, your eyes were so sore and tired that they barely registered the appearance of the weather while you walked to the carriage, but you guessed it was a warm, sunny day, though not enough for you to get sweaty. Your father was already in the carriageâs interior; you took the seat beside him with no signs of acknowledging his presence.Â
The coachman shook the reins and yelled something to the horse, and the crack of the wooden wheels was heard as the vehicle moved along the road.Â
***Â
The ceremony took place in a building in the city of (âŠ), near your fatherâs property, which served as the head office of a group of law professionals, including the man responsible for your marital contract.Â
You wouldnât call it a ceremony, really: it was more of a sequence of bureaucratic procedures than a social event with the purpose of uniting two families; a mere formality to allow you to move to a manâs house without ruining your reputation. It was quick, direct and cold like a financial operation, and the people involved seemed to make sure it looked like this.Â
Your father led you to a sequence of stairs and then through a narrow corridor, until he stopped in front of a door and opened it, entering the room and inciting you to follow him. You did it, and found out you werenât the first to arrive: the officiant was already in his position, behind a table upon which you saw an open book; at its right, there was a small inkwell and a feather; around him, two officers which function you couldnât guess and couldnât care about. And, finally, in front of the table and observing your arrival with a stern glare, the man who was about to become your husband.Â
Whatever you were expecting to see, Shinjuro was nothing like you might have imagined, except for the fact that he was younger than you supposed â and, indeed, younger than your father â and stole the attentions among all those men despite the quiet, composed manners. Well, he would do it in any place heâd step in, for his appearance was extravagant, to say the least: on his severe face he carried a pair of orange eyes under two thick, black eyebrows, a wild trait that made you think of a lion; framing his expression and matching his eyes, he had thick, blond hair that decreased to red on its edges, spreading over his shoulders. And, as if his looks werenât enough to draw the whole roomâs attention, he was dressed in sober, dark clothing, more like someone attending a western funeral than a wedding.Â
As you walked to the center of the room, led by your father, and took the spot beside Shinjuro, you felt your skin burning in discomfort under his merciless eyes. You breathed deep and, when he nodded to acknowledge you two, you made an effort to greet him, as well as the other men.Â
I knew he wasnât the same person my father claimed to know. He stated that he was good and trustful, but everything in this man screams danger. What kind of hell Iâm getting intoâŠÂ
The officiant announced the beginning of the ceremony, and you turned to him in silence. After a few, composed words to the new couple, he gave you both clear instructions on where to sign your names, and you did as he said, Shinjuro first, then you; you glanced at his hand offering you the feather and took it in a second, taking care your hand didnât touch his. You tried not to think of your gestures as you wetted its tip on the ink, but a tremble reached your wrist the instant you approached the feather from the paper.Â
So⊠Thatâs it. I write my name in a book and enter a path from where I canât go back.Â
The realization was too much to bear and time was passing, so you bit your inner cheek to prevent your mind to entertain the thought and scribbled your name at once. When you moved the feather away and put it back on the inkwell, your hand acted by itself, and your arm gone numb once you recoiled it to your side.Â
Your mouth was dry, and a hole seemed to have taken the place of your heart. You barely noticed when the officiant and the other witnesses analyzed your signatures and approved them, bringing the ceremony to an end. You refused to believe all of that was real until the man announced you were free to go, and both Shinjuro and you turned away, preparing to leave. He didnât bat an eye at you while doing so.Â
The head of the Rengoku family stopped to exchange some words with your father. You were close enough to hear the conversation, but didnât want to pay attention; you just wanted to leave this place, even though you werenât going to a familiar one after it.Â
You only understood their conversation was over when you heard your fatherâs voice calling your name. You turned to him and your stomach curled in disgust when you saw the pleading smile on his face, the only thing that reminded you of home and now a sign of everything you lost. Youâve never felt so alone.Â
Later, youâd try to remember his exact words for you at that moment, but youâd find yourself unable to do it. Maybe it was a formal wish of good luck or something. The only thing you remembered was your reaction: you stared at him for a few seconds, then, without a word, you turned your face away, walking toward the door. You knew your husband was observing, but his approval was the least of your preoccupations now.Â
***Â
Little was recalled by you from the travel to the Rengoku house, except that it was silent, even calm period. The only abnormality was caused by you: unlike your other belongings, who were sent in another vehicle ahead under the supervision of a servant, you decided you were going to carried your sword with you in the carriage, to everyoneâs surprise and your fatherâs discontentment.Â
That occasion was also when Shinjuro spoke to you for the first time.Â
â Why are you doing this?Â
The question, made when you were already in the carriage, was direct but not devoid of politeness, so you granted him an honest answer.Â
â This sword once belonged to my mother, and now it is mine. If my father had his way, Iâd never carry it with me, but I refuse to leave it behind â and, glancing at him, â I couldnât risk him checking my things and subtracting it from them without my consent.Â
Shinjuro only murmured an âI seeâ in response, and the conversation died there.Â
You were beside the carriageâs window and might have slept to the warmth of the sun and the constant noise of the wheels in movement, but you werenât sure if you did. As your body was now avoiding visible reactions, your spirit was suppressing the emotional rush for your own good, since no advantage would come from a breakdown in the middle of the road, right in front of your new spouse who, just like you, didnât seem all pleased with the whole thing: sure, he didnât show visible discontentment whether with your appearance or your manners, but youâve been dealing with middle aged men for too long to sense when they were seeing something they didnât find appropriate; and, in the present case, it was clear to you that Shinjuro already formed his opinion: to him, you were a stubborn, spoiled brat who didnât have her way and was decided to make it everyone elseâs problem. Yes, the idea of acting like that wandered through your mind for a while, but you thought you were better than this, and opted for a balance between bitterness and decency, not wearing plain clothing and displaying rude manners, but also not being extravagant in anything; still, you couldnât convince the man of your good nature, and he let it clear with the inquiring about the sword, so now you completely gave up on seeking his favor.Â
You were just waiting for the travel to end.Â
Chapter 2
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woozi x fem!reader | seventeen ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: hogwarts!au, slytherin!woozi, prefect!woozi, sly gf testing jihoon's nerves lol, teasing, couch cuddles, you're different houses with jihoon, established relationship, fluff! note: this is an old piece I wrote! just wanted to share it here as well :3 ! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ⥠word count: 1.1k
do not repost © yutasbimil (2018)
The rain pouring hard outside can't seem to be heard well in the Slytherin common room.
The only thing that can be heard from the dimly lit room was the mild crackling embers by the fireplace, and the blond Slytherin humming along as he got himself comfortable on the couch.
Maybe it is actually the resounding, non-stop downpour outside or is it that Jihoon got too engrossed in a book he got from the Restricted Section that got him too preoccupied, that he didnât even notice someone creeping into him.
"What are you doing here?" He says, almost a hiss at the figure of the person he's so familiar with.Â
He almost flinched at the sudden presence, as if she apparated in front of him. His voice reverberates a bit too uncomfortably due to the lack of people occupying the room, it's as if both their breathing echoes along the droplets of rain.
Y/n just comes in and sneaks into the Slytherin common room as if it's her usual thingâ quite a common⊠room occurrence to put that pun lamely out of the box.
Well, it might as well be, but it isn't as settling for the older male as she's so casual about it.
His eyebrows remained knitted together, looking at the girl standing before him. He was so sure that everyone was out since there are still classes on-going...
"Y/n, seriously, this is not the time that..."
She shushes him quickly. Not even bothering about the daggers he's shooting at her as she quickly makes herself comfortable on the couch.
This is definitely not the time I am in a particular mood to see my girlfriend busting into another houseâs territory. Â Let alone her breaking the rules.
âRules are meant to be broken,â a smug tone rings in his ears. Jihoon could already hear her mischievous lips saying those exact words to retort to him.
He remains his glance over her, following her every move like a hawk hunting for its prey. He suppressed a sigh. Even seeing her in her pajama pants, feeling way too comfortable and home-y to be even in a different house common room.
Jihoon just grips on the book at hand and then settled to place it on the table nearby.
âCome on. Iâm asking you. Answer me,â he pressed with a tone full of authority.
But she gave no flying broomsticks about it.
âHow bossy,â she snickers, finally talking after being silent at Jihoon.
He just glares at her.
âCome on. Jun told me how to get in⊠And I know things around here already.â She says nonchalantly, as if itâs gonna convince him. He just puffs, way too distracted to even go back to the book heâs reading.
He stares right at her.
âHave you even forgotten about that âraincheckâ we talked about, Ji?â she slightly tilts her head sideways, then puts her lips into a thin line. âEarlier?  âŠthis week?â
More staring.
âYou told me? Because you were busy andâŠâ She bits her lip, necessarily pausing to give time for him to put the puzzle pieces together, but heâs just left with more pieces. Y/n suppresses a huff. âNothingâŠ?â
She crosses her arms when Jihoon looked more confused than he already is with handling plants in their Herbology classes. And FYI, he got an E on his O.W.L.S. result.
âI honestly donât know what youâre talking about.â He says in defeat. Y/n only nods absentmindedly, leaning in close to him to remind him of some things.
âYou told me that I can come by this week since your scheduleâs more free, and that if I can come by at my convenience⊠I can then spend time together with you in the dorms...â she says, as if laying out a parchment of proof for him to remember. Exams mightâve taken a huge toll on his brain power hence being so absentminded.
Jihoon goes back to his stern look at her, as if he really canât trace back on anything that he might possibly said.
Y/n slumps her shoulders yet again.
âAt least look like youâre happy to see me.â Y/n cooed, gesturing a bit of affection to trickle out of the maleâs sharp expression.
Finally, Jihoonâs features soften.
Okay, he does remember some of it coming off his lips, but I didnât mean it in a sense you barging in here like a mad woman⊠ He holds back a sigh.
âWell, I am, but stillâŠâ He looks away for a moment, worrying his lower lip. Being a prefect he is⊠heâs also bothered of course. She might get in trouble. Not on my watch that sheâll get away with it, that is.
âStop worrying too much, and let me beâŠâ She says in retort, automatic as if reading his mind. But thatâs full of guts for her to express. âBesides, the seniors know me too well. I assure you I am safe here.â She stretches a bit, and even gets comfortable by the toasty fire nearby. It contrasts with the cold stares the older male is giving her, along with the cold weather cooping them inside.
He rolls his eyes at her, letting out a chuckle.Â
âThis is why you get issued on how much of a Slytherin you are.â
âAnd do you think I care, Oppa?â Y/n sat right up at that, then pouts her lips, playing with the ends of her sleeves. âI donât think thatâs a bad thing though.â
âLike I said, so Slytherin-like of you.â
Y/n emits a soft laugh at that, standing up to even do a curtsy for him. âThank you, my good Sir.â
It remained quiet after a while.
Even as she gives him a smirk, she still gets silence from the older male. The coldness surrounding them reflects the feeling like the foggy glassed walls enrapturing the muddled stares between them. Itâs a distinct type of tension, no words are needed to be exchanged to reveal it. Â
Y/n shakes her head lightly, perking a brow at him followed by a cheeky smile. âSo that means to say I am welcome here anytime then, huh?â
That finally got a reaction from him.
âUnbelievable.â
âDude , youâve been seeing bizarre, floating things and disappearing objects on and off for almost two decades,â she throws her hands high, then gesturing at him and to herself, âand you do not believe in an enchanted lady like me?â
âI do agree with the âenchanted ladyâ part.â He responds and then clears his throat.
Jihoon avoids his gaze as he begins to feel heâs letting himself loose. He shrugs off the blush across his ears and cheeks with a question he had been throwing at the younger.
âWhat actually brings you here, Y/n?â
She laughs at that, putting both her hands behind her. âOh, come on, babe. No need to sound so casual.â Y/n smiles.Â
He just sounded stiff there at his probe.
She pats him on the head. âLighten up a bit.â
In these instances, he begins to question if they really switched houses. He gets quieter and curious-er whenever sheâs around, and her being the sneaky and more of the talker between them.
âI will, now that I got you here.â
Without a word, Y/n envelopes Jihoon in her arms, giving him a light peck on the side of his face. Jihoon wraps his arms around her as he kisses the top of her head.
He breathes in her scent, feeling her legs wrap around his. Jihoon stares at her. âYou missed me too much, huh?â
Y/n just warmly beams, nodding in response.
Jihoon then puts a stray hair of hers behind her ear, tucking more of her hair behind her jumper. He leans closer to her again, seeping in more of her warmth.
She scrunches her nose at that, with Jihoonâs eyes forming into light crescents as both of them are immersed into each otherâs world again.Â
They just let the sound of the loud pouring rain seep into them, letting the warmth of each other be enough to ease the coldness they feel.
âWhat are the odds to have both our classes cancelled, huh?â Jihoon asks after a while, content as the sound of the rain is still evident outside. Y/n finally has done her explaining to him.
âAnd what better way to spend it like this then.â She leans more on his chest, breathing in his fresh scent with ease as she felt vibrations from him as he lets out a chuckle.
âIt does feel niceâŠâ he says, more of a thought out loud.
âAnd come on, champ, letâs not use our spare time thinking about that and just spend it wisely instead.â she prompts with a pat on his shoulder, scootching closer till theyâre no longer hair strands apart. So clingy.
âIâm just saying.â Jihoon moves his arm above the shoulder, playing bits of her hair.
She feels his shoulders relaxing as he heaves in a deep breath.
It feels nice here, it gets more comfortable as time passes, she thought, closing her eyes.
Like home.
She lets the silence envelop them, a smile slowly forming a similar curve on both their lips.
Maybe she does belong here after all.
She accepts her Slytherin side more so in these instances.
And imagine if they were in the same house though⊠She can get all the time she needs and wants to have him at armâs length and look after him.
But for now, she can manage very well to slither in their dorm to her convenience.
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