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fujoshirat · 23 days ago

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Goodbyes ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Child Spotlight: Hana Todoroki! ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

Goodbyes are hard for Hana.

She’s a sweet, soft-hearted little girl, attached to the ones so kind and loving towards her. A little girl so full of warmth and love that parting with someone she cared about felt like a piece of her heart was being taken away. And when it came to her papa—her strong, kind, gentle papa—goodbyes felt impossible.

The moment Shouto knelt in front of her, jacket zipped up, luggage by the door, and bag slung over his shoulder, Hana’s lips wobbled. The five-year-old knew what was happening. Sometimes, her papa had to go do something important and wouldn’t come back for what seemed like a long time (weeks felt like years to the little girl).

She tried to be brave, just like Yueru told her to be ("Papa is super strong! He'll be back before you know it!"), but when he cupped her tiny face in his warm hands, she burst into tears. Dropping Sa-kun, the jellycat stuffed animal hitting the ground softly.

“I don’t want you to go, Papa!” she hiccupped, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her face against him.

Your husband held her close, stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. “I know, my princess. But I’ll be home soon, I promise.” This only made her cry even more, hot tears pouring down her mochi, cherub cheeks. Shouto’s heart clenched at his youngest’s tears, reminded of how you looked when you cried.

The red-and-white-haired sighed, kissing the top of her head. It was always too long for her, no matter how short the trip actually was. He pulled back just enough to look into her teary eyes. “I'll only be gone for two weeks, and it'll go by so fast.”

Hana sniffled, rubbing her eyes, too upset to respond. Shouto discreetly glances up at his wife, heterochromatic eyes studying your expression. It’s unreadable, a hint of sorrow—emotions mirroring your youngest.

Goodbyes were always hard for you too, even before having children. He already kissed you and the twins goodbye, Hana having stopped him from finally departing. Your eyes were glossy, and he knew tears would soon fall down your pretty face.

“Hana-chan,” Shouto whispers, stroking her (y/h/c) hair. “I need you to do something very important for me, can you do it?” The five-year-old’s doe eyes reflect curiosity as she nods, sniffling.

“While I’m gone, you need to take care of Mama for me. Can you do that, my sweet?” Wiping her snot with her sleeve, Hana shakes her head in response. “Okay… but only if Mama lets me sleep in the big bed.” A soft laugh escapes Shouto’s lips.

“I’m sure she will. Thank you, Hana.”

And just like that, for the next few days, Hana stayed glued to your side. She climbed into the master bed every night, holding her rabbit stuffy and tiny frame swallowed up by one of Shouto’s old shirts that still smelt like him. She refused to sleep without it, hiding it away in her bedroom whenever it was laundry day (you had to make her watch TV while eating dinner just so you could spend 30 minutes trying to find the shirt, and when you found it and put it in the washer, she wouldn’t stop crying until Aki and Haru dug out another of your husband’s old shirts). Even during the day, she stuck close, holding hands, following you around the house while her older siblings were at school, always seeking comfort in the absence of her papa.

Two long weeks without Shouto, and to the rest of the world, it seemed like you were managing everything perfectly.

In theory, you were. Groceries were properly restocked, no uniforms lost their buttons, no plates were dropped. The spitting image of a proper, well-rounded hero housewife. It helped a lot to have 9 years of experience. But emotionally? You felt unstable and drained.

Every night, when Hana clung to you in the master bed, her tiny fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt, you swore you could still smell Shoto’s scent lingering on the pillow beside you. It was comforting and agonizing all at once. You knew he would come back—he always did—but knowing didn’t make the waiting any easier.

Hana wasn’t the only one struggling. One could say that you struggled the most.

The night of Shouto’s flight, you woke up to the feeling of movement beside you. Groggily, your eyes flutter open as little kicks and wiggles nudge your side. The culprit? Your youngest, squirming and shifting around in bed with a small pout on her face. Even though she went to bed with her rabbit, it was no longer by her side. Instead, it was by your neck, tossed carelessly in her sleepy fit.

“Baby,” you croaked, voice heavy with sleep. “What’s wrong? Sa-kun’s right here” Hana sniffled, rubbing her tired eyes full of distress. “’Can’t sleep, mama…” You lift up the blanket, gesturing for her to cuddle up. Hana eagerly tucks herself into your arms, a wave of Shouto’s scent flooding your nose. God, you miss him.

“’Miss Papa,” she whispers, voice wobbily as she hugs her plushy. “When is he coming home?” You shift closer to her, kissing her forehead and stroking her (y/h/c) locks away from her eyes. “Soon, lovebug. His flight should be coming in.” The little girl lets out a tired, shaky breath before nodding against you. Gingerly, you cup her cheek and smile at her.

“You’re tired, Hana-chan. Can you go to sleep for me? You and Sa-kun have to sleep so you can see Papa.”

Hana blinked up at you, her tiny fingers clutching at your shirt and the rabbit. Then, with a slow nod, she nestled closer. Within moments, her breathing evened out, warm and steady against you.

You stayed awake just a little longer, watching over her, listening to the quiet of the house. Yueru and Yuuri in one bedroom and Aki and Haru in another, all four children sleeping peacefully upstairs. It was just you and Hana, in the big bed.

Just as sleep began to pull you under, the faintest sound of the front door unlocking reached your ears. Your brows furrowed, and for a second, your half-asleep brain struggled to process it. Then, the quiet creak of the door closing, the rustle of a coat being shrugged off.

Your heart lurched.

Soft, familiar footsteps padded through the house, moving with careful intent. You barely had time to sit up before the bedroom door eased open, revealing the broad-shouldered silhouette of your husband.

“Shouto?” you whispered, voice thick with exhaustion and relief.

The moment his name left your lips, he was at your side, kneeling by the bed without hesitation. He didn’t even bother putting his things away—his luggage sat forgotten by the door, his jacket abandoned somewhere in the hallway. His eyes, still drowsy from travel, softened instantly at the sight of you both.

“My loves,” he murmured, reaching out to brush his knuckles over your cheek.

Your tired eyes burned as you leaned into his touch, drinking in the familiar warmth of his palm, the faint chill of his travel-worn skin. Shouto recognized it, that tiredness that always seemed to come when he left you, a sense of guilt flooding him.

“You’re home,” you breathed.

His lips twitched into the smallest smile. “I am.”

A soft sigh left you as the tension melted from your body. Your arms fly around him, senses going overload by his presence. He was really here, your husband was home. Cool, soft lips press against yours, a feeling you missed dearly these last 14 days.

Then, as if sensing his presence even in sleep, Hana stirred, making a tiny noise before blinking up at you with bleary eyes.

“Papa?” she mumbled.

Shouto’s breath hitched, and before you could say a word, he shifted onto the bed, gathering your daughter into his arms. Hana let out a soft, sleepy sob, little fingers clutching at his shirt.

“Uwah….”

“I’m home,” he promised, pressing a kiss into her hair.

With Hana snug in his embrace, Shouto looked back at you, exhaustion and love written all over his face.

Making space, you let Shouto tuck in, and he wraps an arm around you while letting his youngest sleep tucked into his chest. It hadn’t even been five minutes, yet she was knocked out cold. Shouto gently takes his daughter’s plushy and tucks it in Hana’s arms, earning a subconscious sigh from her. You also sigh, letting your head rest against his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. His familiar warmth felt so nice, like a soft, weighted blanket. “I missed you,” you murmur softly. Shouto’s throat tightens at your words. "I missed you too, Y/N."

Nothing compares to actually being with you in person, and even though you both facetimed every day, talking and speaking to you on the screen wasn’t enough for the red-and-white-haired man.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered, pressing soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you, dove. I’m home.”

Goodbyes are hard for everyone, but with every return, love shared in the moment makes it all worthwhile.

This is a feeling that you, Shouto, and your sweet little (big) family know so well.

☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

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uhzuku · 2 years ago

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same…

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: genshin impact | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: neuvillette/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 0.86k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: previously established relationship, age gap, character death, angst, blood, dragon reader,

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: haven’t done the archon quest but god i’m in love w him so have this that i literally just fucking wrote start to finish

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

it’s almost cruel, how bright the sun was shining. it shone so strongly it hurt your eyes, made you squint as you gazed up at him — you, his longest lasting companion, and you, who he shields from the burning sun with his own body. the shadow his head and broad shoulders cast across your face is cool and welcome, and you ignore the way his hands shake.

“i’d do it all over, you know,” you whisper quietly, and he tenses at the sound of your trembling voice, his grip on you tightening. “if the gods were to grant me a second chance at life, i’d make the same decisions — i’d follow for our eternity, and i’d stay. with you.”

“stupid girl, you talk too much,” neuvillette whispers, clutching you as close and as tight as he can without hurting you. “you’re wasting energy.”

clouds, a mixture of white and grey, drift into the limited stretch of sky within your sight. you reply, “it’s never a waste. not when spent on you,” and he whimpers.

you’ve never heard him so fearful.

“you — you cannot-“ neuvillette’s words catch in his throat, unable to escape his mouth, and you smile up at him through battle-rouged lips. his breathing shakes, but he forces himself through it. “you aren’t allowed to do this. we swore it, many millennia ago — you and i, unparted until the end.”

you laugh softly, and it hurts. “don’t you see? lover, it is the end.” blood dribbles from your lips as a low, pained noise falls from his own, an animalistic keen that breaks your heart; you can hear his own racing — the fear is getting to him, the panic as well.

thunder booms.

“n-no, i said no-!” he says, his voice strong and weak at the same time, and you shakily put a hand over his own where it covers the gaping wound in your middle.

“even you cannot deny death his prize, neuvillette,” you whisper seriously. behind him, where he kneels on the pristine stone of the courtyard where you’d both been ambushed by enemies he’d finished off in a rage once he saw you fall in a splash of blood, guards approach with young furina in tow. she locks eyes with you, glancing briefly with horror in her gaze at your husband where he holds you while his trousers soak in the pool of blood you’ve created, and hers become wide and scared.

damn it. you’d not wanted her to see; it was already terrible enough that your husband had been with you when you’d been struck, and now the charge neuvillette and yourself had taken was to watch as well? the gods must be laughing at your misfortune.

“please,” he whispers above you, hunched small and rounded so as to shield you from a threat that had already fallen upon the both of you. he ignores furina’s arrival. “please, do not.”

lightning flashes, a warning of what was to come.

he was done refuting fate and denying the gods their entertainment. now he was begging you, publicly prostrating himself before the many witnesses at his back without a single care in the world as long as it meant keeping you. his hand shakes as you clutch it in yours.

“nothing will change atropos’ claim,” your murmurs, lifting one hand to cup his face. it takes almost all of the strength you have left as you lay there, bleeding out uncontrollably, but it’s all worth it as he nuzzles his face into your palm while his eyes remain squeezed shut.

“it’s not fair,” he whispers against your wrist, his voice trembling, and you run your thumb along the crest of his cheekbone fondly.

“life — life isn’t fair,” you force out around bloody teeth. behind your husband, the guards stand silent and furina quietly calls out a worried question you can’t really register as the wind starts to pick up aggressively. the vast picture of the sky behind neuvillette darkens to a deep grey the color of deep sea stone, a sky that begins to grow smaller and darker around the edges of your vision as your strength runs out. your heart pangs as you stare into his eyes. they’re panicked, afraid; you fear what today will do to him. you cannot let it be worse. “neuvillette — husband, look away.”

he shakes his head, and he does not. your brow furrows faintly as he begins trembling anew.

“n-neuvillette, please…”

no. he can’t.

“husband-…” with a choked whine, he squeezes his eyes shut.

a soft, fading sigh roars in his ears like the deafening crashing that comes with standing by waterfalls, and a hurt gasp from furina behind him prompts him to open his eyes again. he looks down at you, unmoving but still warm to the touch, and if he were a lesser learned man he’d have been fooled into thinking you were just sleeping — but you were not. you would not ever rest again, despite being drawn into the grasps of the eternal sleep. his breathing comes and goes, unstable and messy, and his heart aches. it burns with an agony as if it’s been torn from his chest—

and it begins to rain.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #— genshin.♡#genshin impact

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milliesfishes · 5 months ago

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⋆౨ৎcoriolanus watches a horror movie with you⋆౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow (modern au)

Settling down on the couch beside you, Coriolanus settled an arm around your shoulders, his eyebrows raised in skepticism. "Are you sure you'll make it through this?"

You frowned, even though his question was valid. Famously, you hadn't been able to watch a horror movie all the way. At least, not without ducking under blankets, or excusing yourself to the next room to calm your pounding heart. It was an arduous process you attempted every year when fall called around the corner and sent sparks shaped like pumpkins and black cats into your heart.

"I can do it!" you insisted, sitting up straight. "I made it through half of one last year."

"Your face was right here the whole time," he said dryly, gesturing to his chest. You gave him an indignant look, eyes wide with mock-sorrow. Just as you knew it would, Coriolanus' face softened, disarmed by you as he always was. "Fine. But if you get scared I'm not cuddling."

Raising your eyebrows in satisfaction, you leaned back, folding your arms and settling into your spot on the couch. Your boyfriend pressed play, casting another judgmental look at you before focusing on the screen.

The first half was more than fine. Once you hit the hour mark you lifted your chin triumphantly. That would show him. When you turned to tell him he was already looking at you, bluest of eyes piercing you and carving windows into your soul as they always did. "Well, well."

"See? I can do it!" you smiled, poking his arm. Coriolanus allowed a tiny smile to slip through much to your pleasure. He was famously a stoic man, not one to let too much emotion creep into his features. But you were his weakness, and he let traces of his love for you slip through the cracks.

Adjusting his arm around you, he simply said, "The movie's not over yet."

"Hmph." You turned back at the scene in front of you- a girl confessing falsely to the murders that had taken place in the opening part. He was looking at you- it was glaringly obvious. You were sure he'd watched more of your reaction than the show itself. But you didn't spare a glance, determinedly keeping your focus on the movie.

Any resolve you had crumbled when there was a jump scare in the climax. Letting out a little yelp, you dove into Coriolanus' chest, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to ignore your heart knocking against your ribcage. The chuckle he let out vibrated your body like a low hum. "Oh, sweetheart." A hand came up to your hair, petting it gently. "Want me to turn it off?"

"Uhuh." Your mumble was muffled against him, and one of his arms settled around you as the television clicked into black. He rested his cheek against your head, and you snuggled close, whimpering softly. "Thought you weren't gonna cuddle."

"Changed my mind," Coriolanus said smoothly, kissing your hair. The sentence was so casual that it made you laugh, and you swore his lips turned up against your scalp.

Your body slowly began to relax as he held you, bringing you down from any movie-caused anxieties that may have entered. When he began to rock your body back and forth you smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest where your head lay. His presence was like that for you- calming and steady.

Relaxed at last, you lifted your head, smiling up at him and tilting your chin up. A slight grin escaped the mask, and he recognized what you wanted, leaning down and pecking your lips.

Burrowing into his arms, you nuzzled your head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat- the sweetest music you could imagine. "Did that count?"

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing your back gently. "Well, we didn't finish the movie, so no." When you frowned, looking up at him, he let a breathy laugh escape, kissing your brow. "It's okay, sweetheart. There's always next year."

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

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bradleysass · 30 days ago

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Feb 2 - Hate - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 431

Evan swallowed down whatever words had almost escaped his mouth. He hated this, this distance, this helplessness. Normally, he’d have something biting to say, something to deflect Barty’s intensity and turn it into a game. But he was exhausted, and Barty was looking at him like that—like he was something precious, something Barty needed.

The connection flickered for a second, and Evan exhaled sharply, rubbing his eyes. “This semester is going to kill me,” he muttered, sinking further into his dorm bed. The cheap American mattress felt wrong, nothing like his bed back home where Barty had sprawled out beside him too many times to count.

Barty’s fingers, long and elegant, traced the screen as if he could will the distance away. “Then come home,” he said, quiet but firm.

Evan let out a soft laugh, but there was no amusement behind it. “Yeah, I’ll just drop my entire semester abroad, pack my bags, and be on the next flight to Heathrow.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Barty shot back without missing a beat. His eyes burned with something restless, something demanding. “You’re miserable there.”

“I’m—” Evan stopped himself again. He was miserable. He missed London’s familiar gray skies, the sound of Barty’s voice not distorted by Wi-Fi, the way Barty’s hands felt tangled in his hair, grounding him.

He missed the feeling of being known. Fully. Without effort.

Barty was still staring at him, still tracing the screen like Evan was something tangible, something real. “You’re not saying anything,” Barty murmured.

Evan let out a slow breath. “Because if I do, I’ll say something stupid.”

“Like what?”

“Like—” Evan hesitated, running a hand through his already-messy hair. His heart was beating too fast. “Like I miss you so much it physically hurts. Like I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I have to spend another night in this shitty dorm without you.”

Barty’s eyes darkened, his lips parting just slightly. “That’s not stupid,” he said, voice low and rough. “That’s just the truth.”

Evan let his head fall back against the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment. He could hear Barty breathing on the other end of the line, steady and present, but not here. Not close enough.

When he opened his eyes again, Barty was still watching him. Waiting.

“I hate not being able to touch your skin,” Barty whispered, and Evan swore he could feel it anyway—like a ghost of a touch, like something lingering in his bones.

“Me too,” Evan admitted.

And for once, he didn’t try to hide it.

#rosekillermicrofic #rosekiller microfic #marauders #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #microfic

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caramelcleopatraa · 1 year ago

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After Date Night

literally porn with no plot

word count: 1,200~

x: a drabble idea that technically became a one shot with how long it is 😭. Have my first final tomorrow, so I stayed up to get this done. Excuse any errors you see.

content: 18+, husband and wife, mirror sex, standing doggy, mating press, breeding, dirty talk, reader has heels on

Your ankles buckled in your heels as you begin to lose your balance. A strong pair of hands hold your arms straight behind you. Your vanity fell slave to the rhythm that Roman was setting. He used the mirror in front of you to his advantage and stared into your eyes while rutting into you from behind. Your mouth fell into an “o” while Roman bit his lip, his muffled groans adding to the tension in the air. The makeup you wore for date night had been smudged and manipulated. Your clothes were discarded and scattered across the floor, long forgotten. Roman’s grip around your wrists tighten as he pulls you closer to him. Of course, words always fail you in times like this. You didn’t really care though. With the position that you were in and the pair of eyes that were staring at you, putting together coherent sentences were the last damn thing on your mind.

Roman lets go of your wrists, planting them on the vanity and interrupting your train of thought. He turns you around to face him and bends down to kiss you. Well…. that's what you thought he was gonna do. He traces the outside of your arms and wraps them around his neck. His hands grabbed at the back of your plush thighs and picked you up. You let out a surprised yelp and he responds with a chuckle. He carries you from the vanity to your shared California king sized bed. He gently lays you on the bed and his frame cages you in, leaving you no way to escape. Not that you wanted to anyway. The small laughs that erupt from you both compliment the comfortable silence. Anyone watching could've swore that smiles never left either of your faces.

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and rises to his knees. Your nails drag over his chest with a playful pout on your face. “Where are you going?”, you say seductively. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart”, His large hands massage up and down your tummy as you melt from just his touch. You hum contently, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Your man knew how to treat you right. He reached for your legs and put them on his shoulders. He tenderly kisses your calf, keeping eye contact with you. Seeing Roman with your legs on his shoulders was always one of your favorite views. “You want me to keep them on?”, you point to the heels you were wearing. He starts to lower towards you “Mhm, you look sexy with them on.” He ends his sentence with a kiss, while quietly slipping his length past her folds, trapping your gasp in the kiss. His thrusts are slow, but deep. He loves seeing the faces and the sounds you make while he fucks you. Seeing your face contort while your juices soak his dick. Of course, it always gives him an ego boost, but he genuinely loved making you feel good. Getting you over the edge was always his mission, and he’s never failed.

“Please go faster daddy.”, you begged him, unknowingly giving him that siren stare he could never resist. Just as he was about to give you what you wanted, the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk. ‘Ah shit, what is he about to do?’. He climbed off the bed and stood at the edge. He grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Just when you were about to speak, your thighs met your stomach, and your feet were back in the air. He propped one leg on the bed while the other leg stayed on the ground. His dick plunged into your wetness, and wasted no time in fulfilling your request. Your hands held the back of your thighs as he began to fuck you again. His hand rests on your thigh and his other arm hangs behind him. Your head falls back onto the mattress as you try to silence yourself. His hand trails up your body and slowly wraps around your neck to get your attention. “Eyes on me while i fuck this pretty pussy.” You gave up on holding your thighs in place and grab onto his wrists, digging crescents into his skin. He always knew the right thing to say to make you cum.

Your moans were short, but loud, mixed with desperate whines and pants. You attempt to push him away by his chest, trying not to cum quickly, making him slap your hand away. “Where you going baby?” He says sternly, slapping the inside of your thigh. You moan in response to his slap. “Why you runnin’ hmm? Relax baby.” You couldn't resist him anymore. Your arms fell to either side of you as you let the pleasure take over. His grunts and moans made you even wetter, if that were even possible. You could have swore you were losing your mind. Your juices coated his dick so nicely. The sight of him jackhammering into you and his hands around your neck was already enough to make you cum. His demanding and stern tone made your pussy drip, fuckin up your sheets.

The heat creeping up on you was impossible to ignore, and he could see that you were about to cum. His pace slowed and gave you those delicious deep strokes that you loved. Your short moans turned into long cries, repeatedly calling his name. “ Ohh- fuuucck daddy pleasee.” You begged him, needy and breathless. You needed to cum. You were well aware that he likes to take his time, but goddamn, you were getting dangerously close. “Please what?” “Please let me cum daaddyy~ i need it.” He reaches down to kiss you, and breathes against your lips, “Give it to me, let daddy feel it.” Your core tightens and your legs begin to shake against his shoulders. A ring of your cum forms around the base of his cock. Roman lets go of your neck and rubs your clit with his thumb. Romans thrusts become out of sync. Your pussy was clenching around him, sucking him back in.

His chest is rising up and down from his heavy breathing, and your pleading moans edged him closer. “God damn mama, you gon’ make daddy cum if you keep that up.” He whispers, but you can hear him clearly. Your hands follow the outline of his arms and you hold his face close to yours. “Cum for me daddy- fuckk. Please cum for me.” Your body jerked from his harsh thrusts. His eyes close and his head fits perfectly into the crook of your neck. You took this as the perfect opportunity to push him over the edge “Cum in me, daddy.” His hips snapped into you as he filled you up. You could feel his body tense against you as his deep moans filled your ear. His hips followed a counterclockwise rotation, using slow grinds to milk out all his cum into you. He peppered kisses against his neck as he came down from his high. A trail of ticklish kisses on your jaw makes you giggle as he finally connects his lips with yours. He playfully bites at your bottom lip before standing up straight and putting your legs down on the mattress. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.” He smirks, trying his very best to irritate you. You grab a pillow near you and chuck it at his head “Fuck you,” you stick your tongue out while giving him the middle finger. “Ohh, you just did sweetheart.” You let out a frustrated groan and you sink into the comfort of the mattress. This guy.

It's currently 3:06 AM.... I'm tired, I'm going to bed 😭. Thank you guys so much for the support on my other pics!! once I get past finals, I'll be able to breathe y'all :(

3:09 - might come back to edit mistakes low-key.....

~ your hippie author

tags :) @harmshake

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x chubby reader #carmenreigns #roman reigns x oc

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n0ahsebastians · 5 months ago

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a million one, a million two, your house all the way to the moon; part one

someone requested a one shot of noah and reader’s wedding day/night and i’m FINALLY writing it !! this will be in 2 parts, so here’s part one!! the wedding day !! i hope you all enjoy, this was so much fun to write ☺️☺️

(title of one shot taken from ‘simple math’ by the wldlfe)

no triggers, just fluff and cuteness :3

He never thought he’d be here right now, dress pants and a black tux shirt adorning his frame. He’d never worn anything this uncomfortable in his entire life, he was sure of it. But he was doing it for her, for them. He could not believe this was happening. He didn’t think he was even deserving of this, of her. He remembered so vividly the day he had asked her. Just simply sitting on the couch eating ramen. He couldn’t stop looking at her the entire time.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she had asked, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. He smiled back, shaking his head.

“I can’t look at you?”

“Well I mean…yes. But why?”

“I have a question for you.” He could feel the way his heart started racing before he even got the question out. His hands were starting to sweat and his ears were ringing. This was the most nervous he had ever been in his entire life, he thought.

“Okay?” She set her bowl of soup down, pulling her feet up onto the couch and crossing her legs. She turned to face him. “What’s up?”

“Umm…well…”

She raised her eyebrows at him. Why was he acting like this? Nervous as hell?

“Noah, are you alright honey?” She reached out to touch his cheek. Her hands were chilly against the heat of his skin and she pulled away for a brief second.

“You’re warm.” Her brow furrowed as she examined his face some more.

“I’m fucking scared,” he finally blurted out, reaching into his pocket to pull out the small box he’d had in there since 10am. A small breath escaped her lips as the realization hit her. Noah wipes his sweaty hands onto his sweats, setting the box on top of his knee.

“But I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world, and I’m fucking lucky you’re mine. I know I’m away a lot, even when I’m home. I disappear for hours and I know you say you’re okay with it because it’s my career. And it makes me love you even more.”

Tears are beginning to well in her eyes and she laughs gently as he continues with his speech.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he reaches for her hands, lacing them together. “I want you everyday for the rest of my life,” he opens the box, revealing a small ring inside, “if you’ll have me.”

She laughs again, leaning forward to kiss him softly. He chuckles against her lips, cupping her cheeks in his hands, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down them.

“I love you,” she whispers, kissing him again. “You’re my everything.”

“You’ll marry me?”

“Of fucking course I’ll marry you,” like it’s the craziest question he’s ever asked her. He slides the ring onto her finger, watching the way she lights up even more at the small band that’s now a permanent promise between them.

“That’s been sitting in my pocket since you woke up this morning,” he admits, kissing her again. She giggles, threading her fingers through his hair.

“Can’t believe you didn’t blow it sooner.”

“Well asking you while you’re sitting on the toilet probably would’ve been the wrong time.”

She lets out a boisterous laugh, covering her face with her hands and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“While eating ramen though was perfect. An A plus for you, my love.”

Noah smiles cheekily at his now fianceé, thinking that she could not get more beautiful than she was right now.

Except for today. She was so beautiful, he thought. In her black pantsuit to match his own tux. She swore she would not wear a dress and he knew she meant it. He was glad she didn’t, she was perfect either way though. She was perfect to him no matter what she wore.

Davis, Matt, Folio, Jolly, Nicholas, and Bryan were all by his side that day. His brothers. She had her mom, her two sisters, and three of her closest friends, all gathered with them in the courthouse. They had talked about not doing anything too big. They wanted something small from the beginning and they thought just a courthouse wedding was both their style.

Noah kept messing with his collar the entire time they were waiting to walk out to the judge. He hated feeling restricted in any way with his clothing and he felt that at this very moment. Davis tried to help loosen the buttons on the collar but it was no use; he still felt incredibly restricted.

Until she walked in. He honestly felt that that was the problem. He needed to see her at least once before they became husband and wife.

“You need to stop messing with it hun,” she told him, giving a wink to Davis who she knew had been trying to help him this whole time.

“I’m trying but it’s fucking suffocating me, it feels like.”

He was getting frustrated, she could tell.

“Come here.”

She took him by the hand, walking down the hallway to one of the small rooms they had been allowed to use to get ready. She shut the door, locking it behind her.

“What do you need?” She tried her best to relax him, running her hands up and down his clothed arms, over his cheeks. He was so warm, he had to have been burning up in this suit.

“I need this…fucking suit off.”

“Okay, hey. Look at me.”

He did. He took a shuddering breath and tried his best to stay as calm as possible. He knew this would happen and now he feels horrible. This day was supposed to be about them, about them uniting their love.

Instead he was having a fucking panic attack over his damn suit collar.

“Just breathe okay? Just breathe.”

He closed his eyes, took deep breaths in and out as he tried to calm himself down. He eventually got himself to where his suit didn’t feel so tight on him anymore.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. She smiled softly at him.

“You never have to be sorry, love. I’m here for you now and always.”

He smiled at her, leaned forward to kiss her gently. Just letting their lips rest against one another’s for a moment. Letting them revel in their last moments as fiancés. He rests their foreheads together, running his fingers up and down the length of her arms, feeling the warmth of her skin for a moment.

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath fanning against her lips.

“I love you most.”

“Let’s get fucking married,” he pulls her in tight, kissing her again. She laughs against his mouth.

“Let’s do it, baby.”

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“Do you, (Reader’s name) take this man, Noah Sebastian Davis, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?”

She was already crying before the judge had even got the words out. Their families were standing with them, smiling from ear to ear, laughter and tears from both sides as everyone shared stories of hers and Noah’s lives. Years before they ever knew each other. It made her love him even more as he squeezed her hands in his at the judge’s words.

“I do,” she said, her mother’s small “Yay!” causing the room to erupt in laughter.

“Thank god,” Jolly jokingly replies, earning another laugh among everyone.

“And do you, Noah, take (Reader’s full name) to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

She smiles so brightly as the laughter continues between them, the judge closing his book and asking for the rings. Nicholas brings one, her older sister brings the other. She places the ring on Noah’s finger, watching the way the gold band reflects off the light in the courtroom and she begins to cry again. Noah places her ring against her engagement ring, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. They lace their fingers together, knowing it’s so close to them finally being man and wife.

“So we’ve placed the rings on each other. You’ve now been united as one,” the judge says, smiling at her and Noah.

“By the power invested in me by the great state of California, and the county of Los Angeles, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride, Noah!”

Applause from the twelve family members erupts as Noah pulls her in tight, kissing her with everything he has. He cups her cheeks, running his thumbs over her cheekbones, the gentleness of his tongue pushing against her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers so only his wife can hear him. His wife.

The cheers and hoots and hollers continue from the boys and her sister and friends.

“I love love love you,” she says, kissing him again. “You’re my husband.” She says it like she can’t believe it’s real; she’s so full of love and emotion for this man in front of her. So incredibly in love with him she thinks she might explode.

“You’re my wife,” he says, tears falling down his cheeks. She wipes them away as they stay in their little bubble for a bit longer while everyone around them starts dancing in the courthouse.

“Do you think we should give them some attention now?” he asks. She giggles, leaning in for another kiss, running her thumbs against the tears that have stained into his cheeks.

“Okay now we can.”

They walk hand in hand out the courthouse doors, standing out in the hot sun to celebrate. Noah continues to complain about his collar being too tight on his neck and he’s finally able to loosen it a bit. With help from her and Davis of course. Bryan takes pictures, ones they’ll hang in their home to commemorate the day. There’s candids, kisses, and tears. There’s also laughs, intimacy, and a love so strong between everyone that gathered with them today. Noah knows he’ll remember this day for the rest of his life.

“I love you, baby,” Noah whispers into her hair as they finish up their photoshoot and walk hand in hand back to the courthouse to get ready for the reception.

“I love you most.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah x reader #noah sebastian fluff #bad omens band #noah x original character

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ruewrote · 4 months ago

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𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

PAIRING: emily davis x fem!reader WARNINGS: yearning, no use of y/n GENRE: angsty fluff SONG INSPIRATION: war of hearts by ruelle WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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you sat on the worn leather couch, legs tucked beneath you, a mug of hot chocolate in your hands. across from you, emily leaned against the window, arms crossed, staring out into the snowy landscape with a frown on her face.

it had been her idea to come to the lodge. well, technically it was a ‘group’ trip, but somehow, the two of you had ended up alone together, it wasn't the first time.

maybe it was fate or maybe just bad luck, but it seemed like no matter what, you and emily always found yourselves in these near miss moments. so close to something more, yet never quite crossing that line.

you took a deep breath, determined not to let her moodiness affect your own. "hey," you called out, your voice soft but full of cheer, "is it just me who thinks this place is kind of magical? the snow, the fire… it's like something out of a movie."

emily glanced at you briefly, her expression unreadable, before returning her gaze to the window. "sure," she muttered, her tone flat. "if you're into that kind of thing."

you smiled despite her gruff response. it was part of her charm, after all. her grumpiness, her sarcasm. but there was something underneath the exterior that made you keep coming back.

you just wished she’d let you in, just a little more.

setting your mug down, you got up and walked over to her side, gently nudging her shoulder. "come on, emily. can't you at least try to enjoy this? it's not every day we get to escape everything and just… be."

she shot you a sideways glance, her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile, but she quickly masked it with a sigh. "i’m here, aren’t i? isn’t that enough?"

you laughed softly, shaking your head. "i guess. but i was hoping for a little more enthusiasm." you leaned against the window beside her, close enough that your shoulder almost brushed hers. "how often do you get to unwind like this?"

emily shrugged, her dark hair falling in her face. "not really my idea of unwinding."

you frowned slightly, genuinely curious. "then what is?"

there was a long pause before emily finally answered. "i don’t know. something quieter. less people, less… stuff."

"less me?" you teased lightly, trying to keep the mood light despite the sudden tightness in your chest.

her eyes flickered toward you, and for a second, you swore you saw something soften in her expression. but just as quickly as it came, it vanished. "that’s not what i said."

you tilted your head, watching her closely. "but it’s kind of what you meant, right?"

emily groaned, running a hand through her hair. "no, it’s… i just don’t get why you’re always so… you."

you blinked, taken aback. "what is that supposed to mean?"

"you’re always… happy. always looking on the bright side. it’s exhausting sometimes." her voice was sharp, but there was something vulnerable underneath it. "like nothing ever gets to you. don’t you ever just–" she stopped herself, pressing her lips together tightly.

"feel like i’m faking it?" you finished for her softly. "like i’m too much?"

her silence was answer enough.

you sighed, leaning your head back against the window and staring up at the wooden beams above. "it’s not that i don’t get sad or frustrated, you know. it’s just that… i try to focus on the good stuff. even when things aren’t perfect." you paused, glancing at her out of the corner of your eye. "like right now. we’re in this amazing place, and i’m here with my favorite person, so i’m choosing to enjoy it."

emily’s frown deepened, but she didn’t look away this time. her eyes lingered on you, something unreadable behind them. "you… you don’t have to be all sunshine and rainbows around me, you know."

you let out a soft laugh, not sure if that was a compliment or a critique. "i know. but that’s just how i am. and… maybe i like trying to get you to smile every now and then."

her lips twitched again, and this time, she didn’t try to hide it. "good luck with that."

for a second, the tension between you was thick. the fire crackled softly in the background, the snow outside adding to the quiet stillness of the lodge. you were standing so close now, the warmth of emily’s presence radiating through your skin. your heart thudded in your chest, a nervous flutter in your stomach as you weighed your next words.

say something. take another step.

but just as you opened your mouth, emily pulled away, breaking the moment. "i’m going to bed," she mumbled, avoiding your gaze. "it’s late."

disappointment curled in your chest, but you forced a smile. "yeah, sure. goodnight, emily."

she gave a curt nod and disappeared down the hall toward her room. you stood there for a long moment, staring at the space she’d just left, feeling like something important had just slipped through your fingers.

the next morning, the lodge was quiet, except for the soft patter of snow falling outside. you found emily in the kitchen, already dressed, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. she didn’t say anything as you approached, but there was something different about her, like the usual wall between you had a crack in it.

"morning," you said softly, grabbing a mug for yourself.

emily glanced up at you, her brow furrowed. "i was thinking about what you said last night."

you blinked, caught off guard. "you were?"

"yeah." she hesitated, her fingers tightening around her mug. "about how you see the good in things. and how you… put up with me."

you frowned, leaning against the counter. "i don’t ‘put up’ with you, em. i like being around you. even when you’re grumpy."

she huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "you’re a weird one."

"maybe," you replied, grinning. "but i think you like that about me."

emily’s eyes met yours, for the first time in a long while, she didn’t look away. "maybe i do."

your breath caught, the air between you charged with unspoken things. you took a small step toward her, and she didn’t pull away this time.

say something. anything.

but then, the door to the lodge burst open, and the sound of your friends’ voices filled the space. the moment was gone in an instant, emily straightening up, her face closing off again.

you sighed internally, smiling through the disappointment as you greeted the others. another almost, you thought, glancing at emily one last time.

and this time, she smiled. just barely, but it was there.

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mintyys-blog · 1 month ago

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Sam Wilson x reader: Better Late Than Never

WARNINGS: crying

The apartment door slammed shut behind you, shaking the frame. Sam, sprawled out on the couch, barely flinched. He didn’t even look up from his phone.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “What did that door ever do to you?”

You threw your purse onto the counter with a dramatic sigh, kicking off your heels. “I am in a bad mood, Wilson. Don’t test me.”

That got his attention. He smirked, sitting up and resting his forearms on his knees. “Oh, this is gonna be good. What happened? Did you finally look in the mirror and realize you have terrible taste?”

Your eyes narrowed. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You wish you did.”

You crossed your arms. “Can you just be quiet for once in your life?”

“Can you?”

You groaned, collapsing into the armchair across from him. “Why do you make everything difficult?”

Sam grinned. “Because it’s fun watching you lose your mind.”

Normally, you’d fire back with something sharp and cutting, something that would make him laugh in that cocky, infuriating way. But tonight, you didn’t have the energy. Tonight, the fight had drained out of you before you even stepped through the door.

And Sam noticed.

The teasing light in his eyes dimmed just a little. He leaned back, head tilting as he studied you. “Alright, spill. What happened?”

You hesitated. Why did you even come here?

Because Sam was your best friend. Because even though you swore you hated him, even though you bickered like it was a full-time job, he was the person you turned to when everything fell apart.

And tonight? Tonight sucked.

So you sighed and finally admitted, “My date didn’t show.”

Sam’s smirk dropped.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, staring at the floor. “I sat there for almost an hour, Sam. Dressed up, like an idiot, waiting. And then he sends a text—a text—saying, ‘something came up.’ No apology. No explanation. Just… that.”

Sam’s hands clenched into fists. “What’s his name?”

You blinked. “What?”

“His name. Give it to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I just wanna talk,” Sam said, his voice low and sharp. “Just a little conversation. Maybe with my fists.”

Despite yourself, you almost smiled. Almost. “Calm down, Cap. I don’t need you going all Falcon on some random dude.”

Sam exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Nah, see, that’s where you’re wrong. Because anyone who stands you up like that deserves an ass-kicking.”

You scoffed. “Since when do you care?”

His jaw tensed. “Since always.”

Silence settled between you. You swallowed hard, blinking against the sting in your eyes. “I just feel stupid, y’know? I wasted all that time getting ready, thinking maybe this one would be different. Maybe he’d actually—”

Your voice broke. You sucked in a sharp breath, pressing your lips together to keep them from trembling.

Sam was up in an instant. He crossed the room in two long strides, sinking onto the armrest of your chair. “Hey,” he murmured, reaching out. “C’mere.”

You shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t let yourself fall into his arms, shouldn’t let yourself find comfort in the man you spent so much energy pretending to hate.

But the second his arms wrapped around you, the dam broke.

A shaky sob escaped before you could stop it. Sam pulled you closer, pressing your face into his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Let it out.”

You gripped his shirt, your fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. You hated this. Hated feeling weak. Hated that some guy you barely knew had managed to hurt you like this.

Hated that Sam was the one making it better.

His hand moved in slow, soothing strokes along your back. “You deserve better,” he said softly. “You hear me? Way better.”

You sniffled, pulling back just enough to look up at him. His eyes searched yours, brows drawn together in a way that sent something sharp and unfamiliar through your chest.

“I don’t get it,” you muttered.

“Don’t get what?”

“Why do you even care?”

Sam stared at you like you were missing something obvious. “Because I like you, dumbass.”

Your breath hitched.

And suddenly, everything made sense. The bickering. The teasing. The way his smirk always softened when it was just the two of you. The way he looked at you before you left tonight, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

Like he wanted you to be going on a date with him.

“Sam,” you whispered.

His thumb brushed away a stray tear on your cheek. “You really didn’t know?”

You shook your head.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his own head. “Damn. And here I thought I was being obvious.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. “I—”

Before you could think, before you could talk yourself out of it, you kissed him.

Sam froze for half a second before melting into you, his grip tightening, his lips moving with yours like this was something he’d been waiting for.

Maybe he had.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. “So, does this mean I won?”

You huffed a laugh. “Won what?”

“Our little rivalry.” His grin was back, smug and teasing. “I mean, you kissed me first, so—”

You shoved his chest, rolling your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are. Kissing me.”

You fought back a smile. “Shut up, Wilson.”

“Make me.”

So you did.

And this time, you didn’t pretend to hate it.

#sam wilson x you #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon #Sam Wilson x female reader #avengers #reader insert #x reader #x female reader #the avengers #fluff #enimes to lovers

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foreststarflaime · 26 days ago

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Rebirth? Oh no I think you mean Piano Simulator 7

#posting this separately bc it deserves it #behold the current fruits of my descent into piano madness. more to come #ff7 #ff7 rebirth #I need professional help #here I am sick needing the rest and yet I cannot tear myself away from the piano minigame #tbis is what my life has become #this is what all the rigorous hellish marching percussion training was for #i never practiced this much when I was actually a practicing percussionist #you see [redacted] just let me choose the music and ill go crazy #none of your boring appalachian morning #i will kill a man if i hear that goddamn song again #the piano madness has gotten actually so bad guys #every time i enter a new region i beeline it to the piano #i am actually slightly dissapointed rn bc I have more story to play before I can get the next piano sheet music #send help #youre laughing #youre watching me fall back into what i swore i had escaped and youre laughing #star rambles #music #piano madness

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cokoladasljesnjakom · 3 days ago

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tag you're it

summary: shes a ruthless killer. she does not care if someone dies on her watch. her moves are like shadow. she is a shadow. once you see her, its too late. its not her problem. she cant complain, but what she can do is to complie. thats what is she made for. thats what they made her do. but once she escapes from their grasp, she searches for him. for her brother. but of course what goes around, comes around. and thats is when she meets him. the winter solider. and oh yeah the rest of the avengers.

bucky barnes x female! reader

word count: around 7.2k (sorry)

a/n: so sorry it took me long to update you guys. i was bussy and so tired during this week. plus work is killing me. so yeah there she is. hope u will enjoy it :) btw the translation is on the end.

prologue part i part ii

flashback

"mommy what is that?" said the little boy. his name started with a letter m. or was it?

"that is a moon sweetie." said the mom. "but why is it so shiny and round?" asked the brother.

"because we need it for uh- light and so we can see clearly in the night max." ah so his name was max. its familiar but she cant remember from where.

"that is right yn! even though there is more reasons why is moon so round and shiny." the mom said with a big smile on her face, making it impossible for the little girl and the boy not to laugh at her.

the boy turned to his sister, wrapping his hand around hers and asked her "can we go to the moon? i heard its made of cheese. and plus we can bring a piece for mummy too! so she can try it too!"

the girl laughed at him and whispered back at him with the same joy as he did " yes, of course. once we land on the moon we can put our little flag we made and stic it so people can see that we were on the moon!"

the mom and the brother laughed at her and they contined to walk on the beach.

end of the flashback

jolting out of a bed with a cold sweat running down her face and her thoughts running all over the place she took deep breaths.

all those memories, she hated them. she hated them because she couldnt remember them later when she wanted to. the feeling of emptiness and lonelyness. oh how much she hated that.

she wanted to remember that womans face once again. the feeling of her hand on her face bringed some comfort to it. she loved that feeling.

and the little boy. oh that little boy. his little cheeks that made them so squishy and adorable. she swore that she saw him from somewhere. they were something to her, but se couldnt figure out what.

too bussy to hear the footsteps, a voice called over to her making it to step out from her thoughts.

"тень?" fear. horror. dissmay. she felt like earth was swallowing her alive. god that voice - it made her weak in the knees and making her wanting to rip her own skin.

when the man noticed that she haven't moved, he grabbed her by pulling her hair and dragging her across the room to the chair.

the siencetists who were working on something stopped in their tracks as soon they saw her.

"подготовь ее и пристегни."

she could hear the clock ticking. water droplets falling down from the ceiling. her heartbeat was thumping aganist her chest do hard, that she thought its going to fall out.

the siencetists grabbed her by her hands and strapped her down on the black chair. suprisingly the chair was soft and not heavy to sit on, like the previous ones.

"where is she?" a german voice called out. she could recognize that voice anywhere. arnim zola. the man who ruined her piece by piece. he did anything to make her feel vulnerable. and he did that.

"shes here sir." a man in a white lab coat called out.

"good, for once in your life time you've done something right." zola had said. she could hear the discust in his voice every time he spoke. not towards them. no. but to her. and honestly? she did not care, she hated him anyway.

not fully woken up yet, she thought of the woman and the boy she had dreamed of.

"the woman in the house... who was she?" she knew that the woman was something to her, because the voice she had was too soft to be spoke with her.

the look on his face was priceless. 'no... there's no way... how can she remember her? we did everything in our power so she could not recognize her.' his hands started to shake incredibly fast, so he put his hands in his coat lab.

never in a life time did a person that he had experimented on, had remembered their past. their family, friends or anything that was a part of them before. every time when there was a mission, the soldier was supposed to complete the mission without any traces.

over the years, H.Y.D.R.A. was the only one who abused her power by practically speaking, experimenting on people who were kidnapped by force, abusing them day after day out just to get the important thing done. to kill their "enemies". that is, people who wanted their secret to be proven true. people who wanted justice for those who were prevented from being free and more importantly for people to see how H.Y.D.R.A. actually cruel.

"no one important to you." he took a deep breath and said "what I need from you is more important." looking at him carefully, expecting an answer to her question, he just came to her with papers in his hands and threw them on her lap.

"that boy is your mission." he said with hatred in his voice. the boy looked very familiar. as if she had seen him somewhere. she felt as if she could hear his voice.

the boy in the picture must have been 19-20 years old, if not younger. pointing her finger at the picture she said "and that boy? who is he? and why should I kill him?" she knew that she was asking too many questions and that it would cost her life, but she needed an answer to her question.

the next thing that happened was unespected, but it didnt shock her. a slap to her face with a punch in her nose and then gut. it hurted yes but not as much it hurt when she couldn't remember the people in her dream.

"i said no questions. and do your job how its supposted to be done you filthy visious little bitch!" another slap to her face. so she nod her head yes.

"пристегните ее и начните процедуру." the man had said.

zola moved to the side and let him pass. Vasily Karpov. with a black book in his hand that had the shadow of a girl on it.

stepping in the front of her, he starts opens the book and starts to say the words.

"сумерки." signals the loss of her free will, the beginning of her assassin state.

"тишина." a command to suppress all emotions, making her cold and calculating.

"бегать." a word connected to her past, reinforcing her role as a relentless hunter.

"черная вода." time when she saw the dark times, making her remember all the people she had killed, forcing her to become what she hates the most.

"пустота." an endless abyss where nothing exists—not her thoughts, not her emotions, not even time.

"Забвение." no matter how fierce her battle or her intentions, everything will eventually fade into nothingness. the last word.

after a minute passed Vasily shuts the book and steps closer to her.

"тень?"

taking a deep breath and looking at him with nothing but emptiness and a desire for the mission to be fulfilled.

"готов подчиниться"

"Назначение: Тень. Миссия: Прекратить. Неудача – это не вариант." when he finished the sentence, he turned around and said one more time with a russian accent.

"she is ready."

meanwhile -

just woken up he streched out and went to the kitchen and started making coffee and breakfast. at that time he put the bread to toast and took out the cheese spread along with the apple juice.

he picked up his phone to check for any messages or news.

while he was scrolling through his mobile phone, a new message caught his eye. clicking on it, he was left in shock.

and during that time his toast was burnt.

without waiting a second, he immediately changed his clothes, drank some juice and left the apartment.

but he returned to the apartment again and turned off the toaster and ate burnt toast on the way, and this time he went out of the apartment again and locked it.

oh and the message. yes my bad.

"i found out where is she. meet me at the caffee and uh dont forget to bring me crossaint please."

the translation:

тень - shadow

подготовь ее и пристегни - prepeare her and strap her

пристегните ее и начните процедуру - strap her in and start the procedure

сумерки - nightfall

тишина - silence

бегать - run

черная вода - black water

пустота - the void

Забвение - oblivion

готов подчиниться - ready to comlpy

Назначение: Тень. Миссия: Прекратить. Неудача – это не вариант - purpose: shadow. mission: execute. failure is not an option

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winnieiscalmeth · 10 months ago

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Hello, can I ask Balalaika x male or gn reader scenario?

Basically, Balalaika is with the reader whom she thought was just an ordinary kind and religious man who loves her for who she is, but one day the reader gets kidnapped by a gang, Balalaika is about to rescue the reader but the reader shows up in front of their doorstep covered in blood, Balalaika begins to question the reader on why are they covered in blood?, how did they escape? and are they injured? The reader just sits on the sofa and tells Balalaika "You have told me your secret it's about time I tell you mine" The reader tells Balalaika about their past about their childhood, how they created a syndicate, how they got the nickname the conquering devil, when they tired of the life their living back then how they found solace and peace in religion and turning a new leaf, how they escape the gang who kidnapped them up to now.

Balalaika x Reader

Мой маленький дьявол= My little devil

Notes: This is a little ooc and highkey cringe but here you go! Might mention a gender so if you see it just ignore.

TW: Substance selling, alcohol abuse, neglect, murder

Proof read: Nope.

"Brought back into hell"

Balalaika never expected to fall in love with someone like you. You were just a nun/monk roaming around the city and She is a mafia boss. But her perspective changed about you after a few hours of no call from you.

Shaking off the nagging feeling, she continued fliping through files on an upcoming assignment she was going to give the Lagoon company.

"Captain" Boris called out to her. "I've heard some news about Y/n," he said.

"Oh really? I mean, it's nothing new when it comes to them sticking their nose into stuff that's not their busines-"

"They've been kidnapped," Boris interrupted. "A few of our soldiers came back with this after finding it out on the street." He pulled out a bloody neckerchief.

Balalaika froze. Why were you even out at night? Where were the people she hired for you?

Balalaika inhaled before standing up. "Gather up the guards that were supposed to be protecting them and start a search party." Boris nodded and wrapped her coat around her. She turned to walk out the door.

"Should I call for more people?" Boris followed her. Balalaika shook her head.

"No. This shouldn't take long." She twisted the knob on the door and swung it open. When her eyes adjust to the darkness in front of her, a silhouette is shown walking up.

"I was going to call you, but I didn't want my fingerprints on the payphone." The figure spoke. Recognizing the voice, Balalaika looked back at Boris. Boris looked back at her with an equally confused expression. You waved your bloody hand at her. Both of them stood there, confused.

You awkwardly stared back at them. "I'm gonna..go clean up." You walked past them.

"I'll speak to you later, Sargeant. Right now, I need to figure out what the hell happened to Y/n" she said, turning to follow you. By the time she reached your room, you already had some of the bloody clothing off of you. Before you knew it, she was grabbing you and checking to see if you had gotten hurt.

"Are you okay? How did you get out?" She removed her hand from your face and stared at the blood on it. "Whose blood is this?!"

"Calm down!" You grabbed her hand. Balalaika sighed and sat down. Silence filled the room. "I didn't think I was going to be brought back into this life. I even tried to be religious." You laughed at the irony. Balalaika watched your figure slump down into the chair.

"What life?" Her eyebrows furrowed. You sighed.

"Y'know about the 'conquering devil?'" You asked her. She nodded. "That is- was my name."

Balalaika folded her arms. "I had a feeling. But I couldn't convince myself that you were a killer." You rolled your eyes.

"I took offense to that." You two shared a heartwarming laugh before falling back into silence. "My life has never been all sunshine and holiness, though. My dad was an alcoholic, and my mom was never really there. I swore to God that I would never become like him, but sometimes things don't go as planned."

"I started selling cocaine. Just enough for some food and a place to stay. We gathered a small crew, and when we got tired of selling drugs, we went into robbing, then got hired as assassins. We got more popular, and that's where I got my name. Our small crew got bigger with me as their leader. People started to fear us, but then one of our members had to go and fuck it all up by killing the wrong person. "You leaned forward more in your chair." The look in that woman's eyes still appears in my memory. Cleaning her blood off of my carpet was a wake-up call.

"After sleepless nights, I just left. I left everything behind to start a new life. I started going back to church and volunteering for small community get togethers. Then some basterds just had to bring me back into hell. " You put your head into your hand. Balalaika held your hand and listened patiently, just like you did when she opened up about her past. "The dumbasses didn't tighten the rope enough, and I managed not to get shot as I ran out." She looked you up and down.

"It doesn't explain the blood."

"Not mine." You said. Balalaika chuckled and stood up. "Well, Мой маленький дьявол. We should get you cleaned up before it sticks to you." She grabbed your hand and lead you to the bathroom.

"Ooh I see what your doing" You smirked at her. Balalaika had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What? You deserve it after what you went through" She squeezed your hand mirroring the same smirk on your face.

#balalaika x reader #balalaika black lagoon #black lagoon #x reader #anon answered #character x you #character x reader

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luxtout · 1 year ago

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 5- Red Eyes) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Hands gripped your waist, squeezing your flesh. Your breath hitched as the hand slid up your frame and stopping underneath your chin.

Your eyes remained close, no one spoke, only the feeling of hands roaming your body sent a wave of madness over you. Lips kissed the skin that was bit, causing little gasps and moans to escape your lips.

"Please," You moaned, your voice was needy, you reached for the figure's hair, but could not find anything. The voice was unrecognizable, only humming resuming its sucking on your neck.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, as you pressed your thighs together, pleasure rushed over you. A moan slipped from your lips, as your eyes cracked open to see a flash of silver hair...

The sensation of hot water pouring over your head brought you back from your daydream. You had awoken earlier from the dream, the aches from your core still lingered from the pleasure the dream gave you.

"Was it exciting?" Mara asked, her hands busy lathering soap on your scalp. She had pieced together your nighttime escapade when she noticed the rags beneath your bed, stained with wine and emanating a distinct odor.

"It was different," you sighed, glancing over at your handmaiden. Her fingers worked through your hair, but your mind wandered to the hands that had explored your body. You grappled with the confusing sensations in your stomach, a mixture of feeling both wrong and right. "Mara, I have a question. I didn't understand the sounds. The sounds the women in the pleasure house were making—were they in pain?"

Your handmaiden stifled a laugh, "Oh, let me think of how to explain this... The women were experiencing delight. It is normal, my Princess."

You fell silent, responding only with a thoughtful hum. As Mara rinsed your hair, she observed you clenching and unclenching your fists, lost in your thoughts.

"Are you alright, Princess?" Mara's voice was soft as she applied oils to your body.

"It's just," you began, "I felt off last night. It feels sinful to feel this way." You hesitated to reveal the details of your dream to her.

Mara continued to work, rinsing your body, and then spoke gently, "No, it is not sinful. Those are very normal feelings. They are what drive men and women..."

"Drive them to what?" You asked.

"Has your mother ever discussed... how to perform the marital act?" Mara whispered in your ear; her tone hushed.

You shook your head, a blush rising to your cheeks. "I'd rather not ask my mother about that. It would turn into a very long conversation."

Mara hummed and assisted you out of the tub, her gaze falling on a slight bruise on your waist. "Is that from riding Lyrax?"

You followed her gaze, feeling a slight pang of pain. You hadn't remembered what could have caused it – perhaps a bump or a fall, or maybe it had resulted from Aegon's firm grip when he pulled you away from the man in Flea Bottom. "Perhaps," you replied.

Your riding leathers were laid across the bed, and you instructed Mara to leave and instruct the guards for a carriage to take you to the dragon pit. As you dressed, you watched your reflection in the mirror, noting the light purple bruise on your waist, faintly resembling the impression of a couple of fingers.

The air was moist outside, and you knew that rain was expected later in the day. Lyrax enjoyed all kinds of weather, but he particularly loved storms, blending in with the grey clouds and rain. When you were ready, you made your way to the carriage waiting outside the Keep. Guards stood at the ready, nodding as you approached.

"Princess."

The carriage was comfortable, and you leaned against the cushions, ready for the short journey to the dragon pit. As you settled in, you heard someone enter through the door.

"May I join you?" Aemond was dressed in his riding leathers, and he didn't wait for a response before taking a seat. The carriage door closed, and it started moving along the stone path.

"Well, I don't see why not." You crossed your arms, attempting to avoid his watchful eye. His dagger, one you hadn't seen him carry before, was strapped to his hip, and he lightly tapped his fingers against it. "Have you seen Helaena?"

Aemond adjusted his position in the seat. "Yes, she's well. She wishes to apologize. As do I."

"Why must you apologize?" You responded almost too quickly, clutching at your leather, a noticeable anxious tick.

"For my brother," Aemond began, his hands falling to his knees.

"You don't need to apologize for him, and neither does he," you stated firmly, a slight smile curling at the corners of your lips.

Aemond's chuckle was low, "I knew you would say that. Aegon gets off too easily."

Your smile dropped, and your eyes took on a distant look as you remembered Aegon's growing problems. His once occasional drink at dinner had escalated into replacing every empty cup with more wine, his wandering eyes peering down the dresses of handmaidens. The change was nearly too much for you to bear. The two of you had been great friends, bonding as the eldest siblings in the family, but the mounting pressure seemed to have taken a toll on him.

"Why have you come to the dragon pit, uncle? I thought you had training to attend to," you asked as the carriage came to a halt.

Aemond nodded, "Yes, but Vhagar hasn't taken to the skies in weeks."

There was a lump in your throat as he mentioned Vhagar. "Well, I will leave you to it," you said before quickly walking from the carriage toward the dragon pit. The eager cries of Lyrax reached your ears, bringing a smile to your face.

"Māzigon kesīr, Lyrax," you called out to him, and like a child running to its mother, he squalled and rushed toward you, causing a few men to chase after him. "Easy."

The bond you shared with Lyrax was unique; even after years apart, you both acted as if no time had passed. Lyrax had missed you, and the loyalty he showed you was something you cherished.

"Ivestragī's sōvegon," you cooed in his ear as you mounted him. Let's fly. His grey wings spread, running slowly before pushing up into the air. Your fingers wrapped around the reins as you leaned to the side. You felt the light droplets of water as you rode into the clouds. Underneath Lyrax, you heard the roar of another dragon, and Vhagar nearly knocked Lyrax off balance.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Aemond eyed you from Vhagar. Vhagar's towering presence over Lyrax caused him to roar at the giant.

"That was a very dangerous move, Aemond," you scowled, trying to adjust yourself in the saddle.

"Why not ride together?" Aemond proposed, his smirk widening as he issued the challenge.

"Fine, if you can catch up with us," you responded, feeling Lyrax shift beneath you. He let out a triumphant roar as he dropped down, spinning through the wind. Such daring maneuvers were not uncommon when you rode with Lyrax, and you loved the exhilaration and the sense of freedom that came with them. Riding on the back of Lyrax was where you felt most alive. His speed and agility made it seem as though he could slice through the air like Valyrian steel.

Aemond made every effort to keep up, but his dragon struggled to match your speed. Vhagar's massive body dipped low, and his wings stretched wide above you. Lyrax shot forward, twisting and soaring upward before plunging down, sending you both freefalling toward the ocean below. You braced yourself for Lyrax to halt the descent and shoot back upward.

"Sȳrī gaomagon," you praised him, rubbing his head. Well done.

Aemond peered down at the scene from above, his heart sinking until he saw Lyrax gracefully ascend to meet him. He couldn't help but laugh at your boldness and audacity.

You both flew like that for hours until the rain started to coat your face. Landing the dragons in the rain proved to be the most challenging part, with the wind picking up as you closed in on the dragon pit.

Lyrax darted inside the pit, cooing in contentment before disappearing from your sight. The carriage was just a few paces away, but someone stood at the opening: the Queen.

Aemond remained behind, his gaze fixed on you until you nodded your goodbye. "Come here, dear. Before you get sick," the Queen's soft voice beckoned.

"I apologize, Your Grace. I hope you were not waiting long," you said as you took the seat opposite Alicent. She was attired in a dark green dress, with a black cloak draped over her, and her hair was elegantly coiled around her head.

"You do not need to apologize. I have heard that once you and your dragon are in the sky, you will stay up there for hours," she remarked, reaching out to take your hand. "You remind me of your mother when she was younger. Always with her dragon."

"I have heard stories. Is there a reason for this meeting?" You asked, your anxiety growing, waiting for her to mention your escapades with Helaena.

"We must make proper preparations for your name day celebrations," Alicent smiled, and the carriage started moving as you both discussed the upcoming event.

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"Se dāria emagon ivestretan issa hen aōha kȳvana syt issa brōzi tubis." The Queen has told me of your plans for my name day, your voice softened as your mother's fingers ran through your hair.

"Gaomagon ao daor raqagon skoros īlon planned?" Do you not like what we planned? She sounded eager to know, her fingers halted, causing you to quickly shake your head. They both planned a three-day event, on the first day would be a grand feast, the second day a tournament, and the final day a ball.

Switching back to the Common Tongue, you addressed Jace, who was sitting in the corner of the room, and Luke beside him. "No, I think it's brilliant. But is it too much? I am only turning eighteen."

Rhaenyra smiled, "You are the daughter of the heir to the throne, my future heir. The King has approved."

Jace, however, changed the subject, "What were you saying before in Valyrian? It was hard to keep up." He was grinning, and his comment prompted laughter from both you and your mother.

"Jace, you never truly liked to learn Valyrian unless on dragon back," you replied with a laugh. Your mother joined in, and the tension seemed to ease.

"Sister, what about your flying today? I believe I heard two dragons overhead," Jace pressed.

Squirming in your seat, you began to explain, "Uh, Aemond was going to Vhagar-"

But your brothers' groans and your mother's stiffness interrupted you. Jace spoke firmly, "Do not go near him, sister."

"He did not try to feed me to his dragon. It was a friendly race," you defended yourself, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I will always remember what he is, brothers."

How could you forget.

Rhaenyra decided to change the subject, "That's enough now. Boys, why don't you take the air with your sister?"

Groaning in unison, your brothers reluctantly stood from their seats. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror; your hair hung loose, and you wore a simple blue dress that was a bit too long.

The courtyard was teeming with people, gardeners meticulously tending to the flowers, and the ladies of the court huddled together, whispering as you walked by.

"Dear sister, do you not bathe?" Jace sneered, his voice carrying so that the ladies could hear, and Luke began to gag.

"I will feed you to Lyrax," you retorted through clenched teeth. Your face burned with embarrassment as the ladies around you laughed and quickly walked away. "Did you find pleasure in that?"

The boys were consumed by uncontrollable laughter, Jace wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he gathered his breath. "Y/N, do you realize this will be our last moon together as a family?"

Your head cocked to the side, puzzled. "Why would you say that?"

The smile faded from Luke's face as his brother explained, "After your name day, you are to be married. Some lord will take you away to a part of Westeros, and it won't be long until you become Queen."

You shook your head, whispering softly, "I will not become Queen in this lifetime. You've seen how they challenge our mothers, right? For the realm to follow a second woman, it would shatter. No one would pledge fealty to me."

"I will kill anyone that tries to-"

"You will do no such thing, do not be stupid, brother," you admonished Jace, pinching his side. "Be smart, if anyone overhears this talk..."

"Niece, nephews, what a pleasure to see you all here today!" Aegon's voice interrupted your conversation. He stumbled into the courtyard, not holding a drink, but his brother was at his side.

You took a step forward and addressed Aegon, "Aegon, I thought you would be piss drunk by supper."

Aegon drew nearer, laughing as he pointed his finger. "That time cannot come soon enough, right, brother?"

Aemond straightened his posture, glaring at your brothers behind you. Jace attempted to hold you back, but his grip loosened with a shrug.

"Then I should not deprive you of your drink, uncle," you said, waiting for him to leave. But he didn't. He clasped his hands in front of him, smirking and unable to contain his excitement, rolling back on his heels with a chuckle. "May I ask what's funny, uncle?"

Aemond turned to his brother, appearing just as bewildered as the three of you. Jace and Luke attempted to reach for your sleeve, but Aegon finally stepped forward and leaned in close. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered, "Nothing. I was just thinking you would be such a lovely bride." He paused, then added with a wicked tone, "Or whore."

Your vision was blurred with anger, and neither of you noticed your hands raising, delivering furious strikes to each other. Anger seethed through both of you, with his hand finding your head and chest as your retaliation came in the form of slaps. Jace, Luke, and Aemond stood still for a moment, watching in disbelief as you both exchanged heated words in Valyrian, and the fight escalated from punches to slapping.

"Cease this!" Guards began to rush into the yard. Jace and Luke restrained you, while Aemond did the same with Aegon. Both of you were now bruised and bloody, with Aegon flashing a pathetic smile, revealing teeth stained with blood. "What is the meaning of this?"

Your chest heaved as you listened to Aegon speak, "We were just having fun."

The guard looked between the two of you, "You both will have to report to the King."

"The King?" You both whined, as the guard already started to escort both of you up the stairs. Embarrassment was all you felt as you walked shoulder to shoulder with Aegon, who seemed to share the same feeling.

"This is your fault," you accused, keeping your gaze on your gown, your fingers curled over the fabric, noticing specks of blood on the material.

"My fault?" Aegon laughed, sounding astounded by the accusation. "You struck me first."

"You started it. You got mad that I got the best of you in a fight." That comment caused Aegon to stop moving, and he only glared at you with clenched fists before resuming his steps.

The guard left both of you in the King's bedchamber, even though it was empty. Your lip quivered as you looked around, and Aegon had already made himself comfortable, helping himself to a glass of wine and pouring a second. "Here."

You were hesitant to take the glass, but you needed a way to soothe your anxiety. The wine was a sweet Dornish blend. Aegon downed his glass, and you followed, placing the glass back on the table.

"What is the meaning of this?" The King hobbled in, his breath was rigid as he tried to balance himself on his cane. The Queen and your mother ran in behind him, and you prayed to the Gods that Daemon did not show up.

Both of you spoke in a jumbled rant, trying to explain what happened, but the King, your grandsire, did not want to hear it. "Enough."

"Y/N, tell me why you struck him," Rhaenyra demanded, her lips pressed in a firm line as she waited.

"I do not know." Your words shocked Aegon, his eyes widened slightly. "We were talking, and I-"

"It was a playful jest," Aegon interrupted, pouring himself another glass of wine. "My niece and I were at a crossroads on dueling. She wanted to try since she could not hold a sword, and she decided to use her hands. It was a fair fight."

The Queen's lip quivered in anger, glaring at her husband. Your mother looked down at you, as if she did not know what to do. The King moved closer, saying, "Say your peace with each other and be done with it."

Alicent's face reflected the same look she had when Aemond lost his eye. She did not think that was sufficient. "She struck the prince."

"He struck the princess," Rhaenyra interjected, watching her father for a response.

You and Aegon felt like spectators in the verbal war that was about to start. Alicent turned to look at your face, noticing a bruised forehead, cheek, and a split lip. Her eyes shifted to Aegon, who had blackened eyes, a split lip in two places, and a gash on his cheek. She quickly made her way to Aegon, striking him where he stood.

He held his head down after the blow, but you heard him sniff, adjusting his posture to avoid any eye contact.

"He did not mean it, Your Grace," your voice faltered, noticing the tears forming in his eyes. "I am equally to blame."

Everyone stood still, watching to see what was to happen. "The both of you leave as we discuss your proper punishments."

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, nodding as you turned to leave the room. Aegon stood frozen for a moment, but he quickly turned and followed you as his mother came near him again. You could hear the murmurs of the three adults inside before the door closed behind you, leaving you both out in the hall.

Aegon's eyes were glossed over, his jaw clenched in anger or sorrow. His fists clenched and unclenched, letting his guard down.

"Aegon," you started, your hand reached for his, but he hastily turned away, his face contorted with emotion.

"Don't you touch me," he spat, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Like you said, you're equally to blame, yet I get punished, always. You cloud their judgment because you were born a girl, and I, a disappointment. Now they are furious that I am taking you down the same path."

You stepped closer to him, licking your lips, tasting the blood. "If you weren't an asshole, you would not be treated like a disappointment."

Aegon licked his teeth, laughing bitterly. He did not respond, just stood in silence. The blood on your dress darkened, and you tried to rub it off with your nail. You fought the burning sensation in your eyes, but a tear rolled down your cheek. You were once friends with this man, shared jokes, played games, danced, and now you beat each other senseless.

A click of the doorknob made you both stand straight, and everyone walked out in a line, the King struggling to keep up with the women. "We have come to a decision. You both have confirmed it to be a game, but at your age, you should know better. Both of you, back to your bedchambers at once. You will stay there until prompted."

Your eyes found their way to Aegon one last time before he stomped away. Rhaenyra took your arm, guiding you with her free hand on your lower back. The Queen stood watching everyone disperse before following her son to further his punishment.

"How dare you make a fool of this family?" Your mother shouted as she closed your bedchamber doors.

"I made a fool? It is not I who started it!" You finally let the tears fall.

"Then tell me, why did you not speak the truth to your grandsire, the King?" Her hand rested on a chair, motioning for you to sit, but you refused.

"I do not know." You lost your voice again, causing your mother to laugh.

"If I bring your brothers here, will they tell me the same story? That they 'do not know?' Please, Y/N, the Queen wanted you to be as equally punished as Aegon. Be grateful she pardoned you."

You hated Aegon, and you were glad he was getting punished, but why did the thought bring tears to your eyes? "Leave me be."

Rhaenyra sighed, placing her hands in yours, "You are to be a woman grown. Your name day will change everything you know. If the gossip of this fight came to light... You are lucky."

You bit your lip, causing it to sting, "Leave."

Rhaenyra nodded, kissing your forehead as she made her way to the exit. You let out a sob; the air in the room was suffocating. Your dress was ruined; you grasped for the strings, ripping them from the corset. Torn fabric and string pooled around your feet, leaving you in your chemise.

You spent hours sitting on the floor, whether it be to read or to think. No one came to relieve you from your chambers, but you did not mind. A knock at the door startled you from your book, quickly finding your red and black robe, tying it around your waist. "Come in."

Aemond walked in, and Mara followed after, "I thought you could do with some dinner."

A smile formed on your lips as you watched him help Mara place the plates of food on the table. Mara eyed you with a wide smirk, but you lifted your hand to leave. "Thank you, uncle. You did not need to go to these lengths."

"No bother. The least I can do after my brothers... antics this evening." His voice was low, like Aegon could hear the conversation. He pulled out a chair at your table, pushing it in after you settled in.

"I apologize for my appearance..." You looked to the floor, the remains of your dress still coated the carpet and wood. "How is he?"

Aemond poured you a glass before speaking, "My brother knows his stunts will leave him in a compromising position with our mother. He does them anyway, but this time I truly do not understand why he did what he did."

You sipped at your glass, "I thought he would grow from these... He was never like this when we were children." You glanced at your plate, meat pie and roasted vegetables, making you suddenly aware of how hungry you were.

"It has been years since you had last seen us. Before, you were just a girl... now you are a woman grown." His eye lingered over every part of you, making you wish you had a gown on. "Your name day will come soon enough."

"I would rather wait. Your mother has come up with a very elaborate three-day celebration leading up to the day. It is something to entertain all in the realm, that is to be sure." You started cutting at your plate. Aemond moved his plate around, looking at the food in distaste.

Silence engulfed the both of you, turning your stomach sour. You watched his hand drop his fork, leaning forward as his fingers grazed yours. "Uncle, is the food not to your satisfaction?"

You did not know why you asked that, if it was genuine or if it was to cut the tension, but Aemond didn't respond. His hand rested on yours, his cold stare sent shivers down your spine, thinking of the dream you had.

"Uncle?" Your gut twisted as he scooted closer, his hand trailing up your arm to your face. Panic welled up inside you.

You sat looking at him for as long as it took for the food to grow cold. His eye never met yours, only glaring at how his thumb and forefinger rubbed your soft features. Your hand crept up to his, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. In a flash, he let go, lifting from his chair and leaving the room.

You sat unbelievably still; shock went through you as the door clicked shut. Your eyes shifted to your plates; the food now turned your stomach upside-down, raising from your seat with a tremble.

"I thought he would never leave." A voice spoke from behind, and Aegon entered the front room with a stumble.

You jumped, "Aegon, what... How did you get in here? Did the guards relieve you?"

Your uncle was dressed in the rags he wore the night before; his shirt was a tad oversized for his frame. He discarded his cloak on the floor as he eyed your table.

"The passageways, remember?" He brushed past you, his hand brushing against your back and arm before sitting at the table. He picked up the fork Aemond was holding, shoving the food into his mouth.

"Did they not feed you?" You noticed his pace, clearing his plate and moving to yours.

"What was my brother doing here?" He questioned, ignoring yours. His eyes were focused on you, raking over every detail.

"It is not out of the ordinary, he comes here with supper, and we talk." Your voice was quiet as you watched Aegon pour two glasses of wine. "Why did you lie to them?"

He halted, his glass barely touching his lips, "We are not friends."

You nodded, "Of course not. You are my uncle."

"Not even that." You did not understand, "Drink."

You slowly reached for the glass, sipping the sweet blend. Aegon followed, his violet eyes staring into yours.

"I did not tell them because my sister cares for you. Last night, she begged to show you mercy. Aemond made me swear not to tell anyone, and I don't know why. I honor my family. You, I do not."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, drinking more of the wine. "You hate me that much?"

Aegon laughed as he refilled both of your glasses. "I don't hate you... I loathe you. Ever since we were kids, if you got in trouble, you were never punished, it was me being punished. When you left, it was like a weight lifted from my shoulders, but then you returned. You can speak out whenever you like, strike whomever you like, sneak about, and yet face no retribution. When I cut your hair, I felt a piece of you crumble, finally showing some weakness. I wanted to leave you in Flea Bottom with those people, but I didn't-"

You interrupted, "Then why didn't you? You said it yourself; you loathe me so. Trust me, Uncle, I abhor you. You claim I can do as I please, yet you can disgrace your wife by visiting whores in a pleasure house. You drink every moment of every day, beat on my brothers, and whisper cruel comments in my ear. The blood of the dragon flows through me just as it does through you."

He smiled down at you, raising his glass to his lips. "Seems you have gotten me all figured out, haven't you?"

You gulped your wine. "You blame me for your beatings, but maybe it's because you shame your wife, your mother's daughter, and the King doesn't love you because you're not his daughter."

After those words left your lips, Aegon slammed his glass against the table, standing up. His lips formed a straight line as he licked them, watching you squirm. You attempted to straighten up in your seat, waiting for him to speak.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, "Why are you here?"

He let go of the table, stumbling around it. "Just wanted to stop by before I left."

Confused, you snapped out of your chair, "You're planning on leaving? Are you going to Flea Bottom?"

You were both face to face, not uttering a word to each other. You wanted to leave with him, to see what he does, who he sees. You wanted to leave the confines of your room. His eyes raked over your face, leaning in closer. "Go to bed, niece. You've gotten into far too much trouble for this day."

"I wish to go," you demanded, "Take me with you."

He pushed you aside, walking to his cloak. "No. Do you want a repeat of last night? I suggest you stay here, or else I tell the Queen of your times spent in a pleasure house."

You followed him, "If I am to be with you, nothing will happen."

"Did you forget about our conversation? I loathe you; you abhor me?" He cracked a smile, fastening the clasp before fixing his hood.

"I understand, and my hatred towards you will be pushed aside if you take me with you. Just for tonight, then we can ignore each other forever. Please, I want the freedom before I am to be sold off as some old lord's wife."

You saw the conflict in Aegon's eyes, anger and pity mixed together as he sighed. "Get dressed."

A small smile appeared on your face, and you rushed to the clothes underneath your bed. You turned around to Aegon. "Don't look." You would normally be shy about changing in front of someone other than a handmaiden, but your excitement clouded all anxiety. As you slipped on all your clothes and grabbed your hat, Aegon made his way to you.

"How did you know I was finished?" You cocked your head, annoyance lacing your words. Aegon grabbed your hat, shoving it on your head to cover the white streaks.

"At least hide these." He quickly took his hands from your hat, walking to the secret passageway and pushing back the door.

The familiar rush of adrenaline filled your body as you both rushed down the stairs. Aegon shushed you as you both hit the open air. Flea Bottom was just as lively as the night before, with music and laughter.

As you made it down the stairs into the streets, Aegon kept you within arm's reach. You tried to pinpoint where the music was coming from, wanting to listen to the drums all night, but Aegon gripped you by the arm, dragging you down an alley.

"Hey! I wanted to—" You protested, but Aegon placed his hand over your mouth. His face was close to yours, making it hard to see who he was hiding from. In the corner of your eye, you noticed the flash of a gold cape.

"If you don't want to get caught, I suggest you pay attention to your surroundings," Aegon whispered harshly, letting go of your mouth. His hand reached for your forearm, and he weaved in and out of the crowds of people before leading you into a tavern.

The tavern was different from the one you and Helaena had visited; this one had lively music playing as people danced and sang. You couldn't take your eyes off the musicians, watching their feet tap to the rhythm.

A bump to your shoulder pulled your attention away. "Here, drink." Aegon had two glasses of wine, handing one to you. You nodded, taking the glass and raising it to your lips. You gulped it all in one go, and Aegon followed suit, turning to the barkeep, "Another."

This time you were both served something stronger in spirits. As you lifted the glass to your lips, you both twitched from the strong taste. The beat of the drum vibrated in your bones, and the animosity you felt between each other seemed to disappear. The drinks piled on as you both clearly became intoxicated.

Hours passed as you both left the tavern, returning to the Keep became more of a challenge. You both hummed, running into walls and each other, stumbling up the stone steps. Your hat fell to the ground as Aegon's hood slipped while he tried to bend down to pick it up.

"Forget it," you hiccupped, "I have no... no need for it."

His hand still wrapped around the hat, "You forget, no one can notice you."

Your legs twisted in front of you, stumbling in the passageway hall. Aegon barely caught you, laughter echoed as he stumbled over you.

"We... We must find my chambers," your speech slurred as you finally found your footing. You reached your hand out to him, and he hesitantly accepted, his body shaking as you tried to guide him to your room. You found your chamber with the door cracked slightly.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you spoke, "I must take my leave, uncle. It's late, and I am... drunk."

Laughter spilled from his lips, and he walked closer, "Why should we stop now?" He pushed past you and walked back to the table where your wine was left. The passageway door was left open, and the cool air filled your room. You watched Aegon discard the glasses and bring the pitcher, drinking straight from it.

Laughter left your lips as you watched the wine spill down his chin. He slowly walked closer, and his fingers gently lifted your head, bringing the pitcher to your lips, feeling it drop down your chin. You both stood in silence, drinking your wine for hours.

"I still loathe you, Y/N," his voice croaked, his eyes were glazed over, almost as if tears were going to fall.

"I know," you felt a burning in your face as you swallowed a lump in your throat, "I still abhor you too."

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