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I love ur writing đ can I request something where reader is dense sortof/has low self esteem, so she likes hotch, admires him and would love to date him but can't imagine he would view her that way,, so he has to be really obvious with his advances? Not self indulgent at all đđ no worries if not. Love u!
Hotch has to break the news that heâs been pursuing you. fem, 2k
Hotch would like to call you unassuming in the kindest way possible. Unassuming, in that not everyone who looks at you would find themselves immediately aware of your beauty (an old-fashioned way to put it, and true), because your poor self esteem leaves you shy.Â
You don't believe anyone would want you. It doesnât matter to Hotch beyond a weary heartbreak for you, as he doesnât mind if it takes time to convince you. He only wishes youâd have more confidence. Youâre pretty and you deserve to know it.Â
âHello,â he says, with intent to try again.Â
You like him. Heâs a grown man and a good judge of character, better of action, and heâd like to think that your sudden grimace whenever he speaks is again this cloud of insecurity rather than a true dislike for him. You have to warm up to him every day, but you do warm.Â
âHi, Hotch.âÂ
And listen, heâs not one to flirt at work, but if he ever wants a real shot with you, he has to be heavy-handed. âHi,â he repeats, smiling, âhow are things today?âÂ
Youâre assistant office administrator for the BAU, and so Hotch isnât technically your boss, but you do work beneath him. âThings are the same as always.âÂ
âNot too hard for you, then.âÂ
You catch his teasing, which is a new development. âNot too hard for me,â you say.
He doesnât pretend he has reason to hang around. He thinks it mightâve contributed to you not believing heâs interested; heâd drop by with coffee because you seemed tired, or checked in on issues that didnât need his supervision, and youâd taken every extra minute spent at your door as his attentiveness to his job, rather than an affection for you.
He stands with his hand on the doorway and just looks at you.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âYou look beautiful today.âÂ
You touch the button at your neck. âItâs too much for work.âÂ
âNo.â Youâre wearing normal business casual clothing. Youâve pulled a necklace over your sweater, soft collar of a shirt kissing your throat. He imagines youâre wearing regular pants and flats or maybe a skirt and short heels beneath the desk, it doesnât matter. âItâs not just what youâre wearing. You look pretty.âÂ
You could catch flame if something sparked near you. Lost, your lips part, and eventually you squeeze out a timid, âThank you, Hotch.âÂ
 âAaron.âÂ
âI donât think so.âÂ
âCan we get coffee?â He dislikes the panic in your eyes and regrets how casual he sounded. âCan I get you a coffee?âÂ
âIâm okay.âÂ
âWell, maybe we can take lunch together?âÂ
âHave I done something?âÂ
âHave you?â he asks.Â
He feels⊠young. Haley was the only woman heâd been with at a time, and casually there have been others now, but youâre the first woman heâs attempted to woo like this. He sometimes forgets that youâre shy and that heâs been married, distracted by his fizzing, almost joyful feelings for you. Flirting with you is a pleasure.Â
You lick your lips quickly. âWhere did you want to go? For lunch?âÂ
He was thinking you could bring your sandwich to his desk, but what youâre asking is a thousand times better. âWhere do you want to go? Melanieâs?â he suggests.Â
You breathe out in a strange laugh. âFor lunch?âÂ
No, perhaps not. Itâs rather fancy. âSomewhere nice, at least,â he says.Â
âI donât know whereâs nice.âÂ
âWell, we can find somewhere. Iâll try to find somewhere before one, what do you think?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He smiles. âOkay.âÂ
Heâs pulling away from the doorway when you stand up from your rolling chair and say his name, a near yelp, âHotch! Wait, uh, wait a second.âÂ
He immediately turns back. âWhat?â he asks, giving you a quick once over.Â
âAre you sure Iâm not in trouble for something?â you ask. To your credit, you give a bashful little laugh. âI feel like Iâm walking into a trap.âÂ
âI have no intentions of trapping you anywhere.âÂ
âPlease donât fire me at Melanieâs.âÂ
He smiles at you again and leaves your alcove of the office to head back to his own. Around the desks and the bullpen where his team sit doing their paperwork, up the stairs to the landing. He pauses before he goes inside.
JJâs standing behind Derekâs desk. Theyâre chatting, JJ sipping at a mug, a small smile on her lips. Spencer watches her from his own desk. He doesnât like her anymore to Hotchâs knowledge, but it doesnât stop him from smiling at her with that slight thread of lovelorn shyness when she asks him what heâs so busy doing.Â
Hotch has a moment of clarity at his desk when he realises he needs to find somewhere perfect to take you come lunch time. You hadnât seemed convinced of your job security when heâd left you, and he spends some time pondering how best to accommodate you as he sorts thought Quanticoâs best cafes and restaurants.Â
He has emails to answer, phone calls to take, and to make. Time moves quickly, and by 1:02 heâs all sorts of late. Itâs almost 1:12PM when heâs again at your office door, a warm plastic bag against his side.Â
Youâre looking at your lap. Coat in your hands, lip nibbled raw, thereâs an internal conversation happening that heâs not privy to. He doubts heâd like it very much âthe agony of self-doubt is written plainly in your slouch.Â
He knocks your door, feeling very sorry for your startled jump. âHi. Sorry, Iâm late, I know. But I thought Iâd bring dinner to you.âÂ
He thought of it like this: if he were to take you to dinner, you could explain it away as a professional superior who was going to fire you and changed his mind, or a superior checking in on his employee, or a superior simply being kind. He has, on occasion, taken different members of his team or office out to discuss things in their lunch hours because he was busy and needed their time at a convenient hour. You might not think anything of it.Â
Right now, Hotch really wants you to think something of it.Â
âWhat?â you ask.Â
âIs that okay with you, if we stay here?âÂ
Itâs a little much for you, apparently. You finally tip into incredulity. âAaron, is everything alright? I really donât understand whatâs going on.âÂ
âIâd like to eat lunch together.â
âBut why?âÂ
âBecause youâre good company.â Heâs sat knee to knee with serial killers, and his next sentence is still scary, âBecause I like you, and Iâm not sure how else to show it.âÂ
You press your coat to your stomach, frowning. âYou like me.âÂ
âI was under the impression that you liked me too,â he says, smiling despite you and himself. Hotch might be a drill sergeant and a bully all those terrible moody stations as a boss, but heâs also just a man, and thereâs little room for stoicism in love.Â
âBut youâŠâÂ
He waits, but then feels too sorry for you to let you flounder. âHoney, I donât know how else to put it. Iâve tried compliments, I brought you that plant,â âhe points to the still blooming orchid on your windowâ âI ask you what your plans are every weekend.â He looks swiftly behind him. Alone, he edges into your office to close the door and allow some privacy. âAnd every weekend I ask you if you want to get a drink. Iâd think you didnât like me if it werenât for your tell.âÂ
âWhatâs my tell?âÂ
Your hand. Whenever heâs around, you take something into your hand and squeeze at it or feel it like youâre going to explode with nerves. He saves you the explanation, and instead lays his most gentle look on you. âIf Iâm wrong, please let me know. Iâd never want to put you in an uncomfortable position, but youâre lovely.â
âYouâre not making me uncomfortable,â you say, semi-disbelieving. âYou never do. I'm just confused.âÂ
âIâd really like to get to know you as more than a colleague.â
âYou know me,â you mumble.Â
He does. He knows what your favourite colour is, your favourite food, your soccer team. He sent you flowers on your birthday, asks after your sick neighbour, and checks your office light every night when he goes home, though he knows what time you leave each evening. And he knows that youâre scared to admit to liking him or anyone, because you worry youâre not allowed.Â
âI do,â he agrees, giving the plastic bag a jostle. He doesnât need big answers now. âCan I sit down?âÂ
You might not have a big answer to give, but your expression tells a story nonetheless. You wheel your seat backward and he pulls a spare chair toward your desk, your smile like an adornment as you push aside your things to make room. You smile so hard it changes your entire face.Â
âDo you have napkins?â you ask, not so subtly breathless as he places the bag down and pushes the plastic back.Â
He pulls out a wedge of them. You pinch them, and for a second the both of you hold them, your eyes meeting, your cheeks appled with matching smiles.Â
âI thought the orchid was for secretaryâs day,â you say quietly, taking the napkins.Â
âYou arenât a secretary,â he says, holding out a plastic fork.Â
When you go to grab it, he moves it up out of the way. Your startled laugh is beautiful. Totally stunning. He hadnât realised how badly heâd wanted the quiet intimacy of teasing you over lunch until he had it.Â
You grab the fork before he can move it again. âToo slow,â you say.Â
âOh, you think so?â he asks.Â
âI know so, Aaron. Who has the fork?âÂ
Aaron, he thinks. Finally, Aaron. âYou have the fork, but I have your lunch. Iâd tread carefully if I were you.âÂ
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner blurb#aaron hotchner drabble#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#hotch x reader#hotch#hotch x you#hotch blurb#hotch drabble#criminal minds
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In need fathers day with baby daddy rafe, pretty pretty please princess đ
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you always felt nervous going to tannyhill. not that you felt unwelcome, everyone in his life made it clear that rafeâs baby was of utmost importance to them â so with that came the kind and supportive treatment toward you. however, you couldnât help but feel like a burden. if rafe wanted to be around you and his kid 24/7, he would do so â hell, heâd get back with you. due to feeling like this, your palms were all sweaty by the time youâd reached the front door, card tucked under you and baby carrier weighing down your arm.
he looks surprised to see you when he opens the door. still in his shirt and slacks, itâs clear to you that rafe had buried himself in work today. it only then occurs to you that fatherâs day might be difficult for him, giving his circumstances at all. you inwardly wince.
âuh, hey.â he eyes you, itching his cheek and peering into the baby carrier.
you clear your throat, bashfully holding out the card. he takes it in silence and you place the carrier down, picking up your sleepy baby and holding her to your chest. âhappy fatherâs day, daddy.â you smile, voice soft as to not disturb your child too much. he softens a little, blinking.
âthat today?â he breathes and you stiffen a little. surely he knew?
âuh, yeah. we got you a card, wanted to let you spend some time with her today if youâre not too busy.â
âif iâm not tooâ listen iâm never too busy to see my kid okay? or you. iâmâ iâm never too busy to⊠see my family⊠and stuff.â itâs awkward, the sentiment too soft for his liking and he looks down, staring at the sweet, milk-plumped angel in your arms. âlet meâŠâ he reaches out and takes her, her fat little fists immediately stretching for him and curling into the material of his shirt making your heart swell. he was always oddly a natural at this, handling her so well. it always filled you with a strange kind of sadness, one that regressed you slightly to something more scolded and childlike because your own father hadnât offered you that same generosity. yet, you were thrilled your baby would receive that love even if you werenât together with her father.
âcome in, please.â he stands aside, holding the door for you before picking up the carrier in his other handâ effortlessly walking it with the baby to the living room. âyou walked here?â he converses, setting the carrier down and placing the baby back inside, crouching down to stroke her tummy with the side of his finger.
âtook the bus. no way im walking with that heavy thing.â you chuckle quietly and he swivels his head to glance at you.
âshouldâve told me you were coming i would have got you. yâknow i really donât like you getting on the bus with her, itâs not safe alright, thereâs all kinds of lunatics out there.â
âwe survived.â you shrug, and thereâs a short silence before he stands up, reaching for the card and opening it up. you fiddle with the hem of your dress awkwardly. you never quite knew what to do around rafe these days.
you watch as he reads the contents. âto daddy, thanks for being the best and always looking after me. canât wait to be able to tell you myself how much i love you.â you sign it off as your daughter, but his eyes linger over it, your sweet handwriting scrawled around the brightly coloured paper â almost for a moment like you were saying it yourself.
âand before you ask, yes she said all of that herself.â you joke to ease the tension and he snaps out of it, looking up at you with a chuckle.
âour little wordsmith, huh?â he smirks, wandering over to the mantelpiece and displaying the card. it filled you with some kind of pride, though it wasnât about you. âlook uhâŠâ he strokes his jaw, glancing over at the baby. âlet me take you both out for dinner, yeah? my treat.â
âyour treat? rafe its fatherâs day, weâre supposed to be treating youââ
âi know, alright but⊠iâm supposed to be looking after you, right? looking⊠looking after you both.â he corrects himself, walking closer to you until he was basically looming over you, eyes wide. âandâ and i know this is a hard day for you too, alrightâ shit, itâs a hard day for me. gotta bond as a family at some point, you know that right?â
you nod, feeling a weight off your shoulders a little at the way the tension fizzles out.
âyou sure? i donât wanna take up your timeââ
your incessant apologising makes his eyes flutter in irritation and he takes your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him as he ducks his neck down to be more at your level.
âyouâre not⊠yeah? youâre not. so quit.â
you blink all dumb, not realising how badly you missed his hands on you even if it was just as an innocent gesture and you nod, not trusting your voice. you try not to overthink the way he leaves his hands there for a moment as he glances over at your baby, thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheekbone for a second before pulling away and patting his pockets. âhas she slept?â
your brain malfunctions so it takes you a second, but soon you choke out a âyâyeah. had her afternoon nap sheâs just still waking up.â
âgood. i know somewhere quiet, got a host there who owes me a favour.â he strides to the carrier and lifts it before turning back towards you, blinking at you obviously. âwell are you coming orâ or what?â
âyeah. yes. iâm coming.â
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I really loved your Thor fanfic!!! Could we get more Thor fics? (maybe some smut, if youâre okay with that!!)
18+ mdni
â control
pairing: thor odinson x fem reader
word count: 2k
tags: dom/sub relationship â choking â anal sex â fingering â power play â slight build up before the smut â unprotected sex
summary: the weight of thorâs own home and the home he has on earth pull him down. right when he feels he's lost all control, you help him regain it.
authorâs note: I was so immersed while writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. this takes place in the avengerâs hqs and also the reader is a part of them but I will not focus on her precise job ( avenger/hero or a person who simply works in the building ) so I'll leave that up to u :) đ
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there was so much more to thor than what people would usually see. it had absolutely bothered you that you were able to read into peopleâs personalities so easily except his own. most of the time he was all smiles and loud laughs, chatting with the other avengers, but you'd catch him in much more private and strange situations. just when you thought he was something similar to a jester who'd assist with missing humour, you'd spot him alone. he looked distant during those moments â his eyes long emptied of that spark and his mouth as straight as a line. no smiles, no humour, no comprehension of his surroundings. thor would just stare at the sky, zone out and then completely disappear. his body was there but his mind was evidently elsewhere.
âI want to take control back. but I don't know how.â he had told you one day when you were watching him; you thought your presence had gone unnoticed but no. not to thor. âyou already command the sky. what more do you need?â you'd asked him dumbly and thor just laughed. he gave you no further answer and you left quietly.
the next time you spotted him sitting in one of the couches, the same zoned-out expression occupying his face. you were about to leave like you always did but for the first time he turned his head to look at you, his eyes grazing your own. âsit.â something in his gaze warned you â you had no choice, you could only obey. you sat by his side and crossed your legs on the couch as you looked at him. thor returned to his original position; face staring forward, eyes only looking at the sky. you sat silently for what was about an hour. then thor tilted his head to look at the clock on the wall; it was 10:55pm. âcount five minutes outloud and then you can leave.â his demeanor confused you but that gaze of his warned you again to not disobey. âone...two..â you began counting and when you were done, thor hummed. he looked satisfied, more satisfied than when he succeeded in missions. âcan I leave now?â your voice was quiet as you asked him and thor looked at you â the faint fear in your eyes was evident to him. he did not feel sorry but was rather pleased with it. âyou can.â and so you left.
that's how the following days rolled for you. thor would be ânormalâ during the day when discussing with the other avengers, but when nightfall came he would sink into the sea of his disturbing thoughts and worries. until you came. until you helped him regain control. âI thought we could try something different today.â his voice was raspy and when he looked at you, there was that warning in his gaze again. you nodded, swallowing anxiously, before thor nodded for you to look at him properly. you turned your entire body to face the front of his and your eyes remained locked. you were extremely intimidated by how he was in the late hours but you're also starting to get used to this. âgonna need you to pick a safe word, firefly.â it was thorâs pet name for you because you are the light within the darkness of his mind, or something along those lines, he had said. âthunder.â was your instinctive response and thor chuckled in approval. âthunder. a fine choice.â he murmured before that gaze of his darkened and the intent behind it was far from pure. âIâll begin now.â he warned you and you trusted him blindly, nodding your head. you didn't expect what followed.
thor stretched his arm towards you and those long fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing it gently at first. his eyes examined you to see if there was any distaste or disapproval within yours â but you didn't give it. his hold around your throat tightened and you were gradually losing oxygen as your eyes felt heavy. thor observed your expression; your half lidded eyes, your agape mouth and those shaky fingers of yours that came to grip his hand. you weren't pushing him away but you were simply holding him. âyou think you can fight me? you think you can take control back?â he asked and there was something twisted within his eyes, something that made your stomach churn with both excitement and fear.
your reply was instant as you shook your head with difficulty, feeling yourself grow lightheaded because of the lack of oxygen. thorâs cock strained in his pants as you admitted what he needed most â that you were weaker than him. that there was no way for you to rip his control out of his hands.
when he finally released your throat, you gasped and whimpered for air while thor wiped away the tears staining your cheeks. you hadn't even realized that the lack of oxygen had made you tear up. âthank me for this.â thor whispered against your temple and you obeyed him whilst shuddering. âthank you.â you said despite the ache around your throat and the burning within your eyes. whatever you were feeling between your thighs you tried to suppress it by squeezing them shut together. as always, thor made you count five minutes before allowing you to leave.
when things escalated, you didn't stop it. âone more.â thor ordered while looking into your eyes. you leaned your body forward obediently and pressed another kiss on his lips, short but sweet. âstay. again.â he growled under his breath and you remained in your current position, pecking his lips once more. it was even more embarrassing that you had to do this while staring into his eyes but you couldn't disobey â the control wasn't yours to take. you raised your hand. thor hummed, allowing you to speak. âI want to take a shower.â you said and it made sense considering you had just returned from a mission. but you still showed up, not wanting to miss whatever this was. âgo ahead.â thor approved but was surprised to see you stay there, still not moving.
âdidnât you hear me?â his tone was a little more cruel, his eyes slightly narrowing. you swallowed, anxiety bubbling in your throat, as you spoke without permission. âi donât want to go aloneââ, âyour fucking hand.â your hand immediately shot up, rising again for permission. thorâs gaze softened but his cruel tone remained. âI forgive you. because I'm kind.â he said and you knew exactly how to reply. âthank you,sir.â you immediately responded and thor hummed, clearly pleased with you. after you showered and changed into your nightdress, you returned to where thor was sitting and took a seat by his side. âon the ground. by my feet.â he whispered and you weren't surprised to hear him angrier than before. he would always be like this after you left him too long with his dark thoughts. thor slipped his leg between your thighs and forced them open. âyou know what to do.â his eyes were on you, watching your every move, as you wrapped your arms around his leg and carefully situated your clothed cunt over his shoe. a faint whimper escaped your lips as thor moved his foot upwards, the tip of his shoe brushing against your sensitive pussy. your arms tightened around his leg, hugging it, while one of thorâs large palms guided your head to rest on his knee. you stayed there, desperately grinding yourself all over his shoe, embarrassingly humping his leg, and tearing up everytime he'd deny your orgasm.
ânot yet.â heâd say in a voice that made you cower but that large palm petting your hair instantly made everything better. you were about to reach your high again and thor knew by watching the way your chest rose up and down. he pulled you off his leg, gripping you by your throat and you expected him to dismiss you, like he always did after denying you your last orgasm, but thor didn't. âcome here.â he said through gritted teeth as his large hand cradled your jaw, squishing your cheeks in an unflattering manner.
your body jolted in surprise once he sat you directly on top of his tented trousers, your aching cunt meeting his throbbing girth. the pleasure washed over you in a single moment, a white hotness taking over your body and when your poor clit felt that strained cock twitch against it beneath his trousers, you couldn't take it.
thor watched you come undone, shaking as you orgasmed on his clothed cock and the sight was too much for him too handle. âdid you just come?â he rasped and you stared at him with wide,fearful eyes. good. you should be scared. he spun you around and helped you lie your back on top of his chest before spreading your legs wide, each of your bare soles stepping on his knees. you tried to make it better with apologies and those sweet tears but even you knew it was inevitable. you had dared disobey, you had dared take away his control. all you could do for now was watch as your panties hit the ground and your nightdress was pushed over your navel.
two lubed fingers moved inside your hole, stretching your ass for thorâs cruel plans which you were probably aware of. you shook your head as he thrusted his digits inside you, spreading them apart and curling them. when the third one slipped past the tight ring of muscles, you let your head roll to the side as you drooled on his chest. thor didn't care about that. âI warned you. you're so good every time and nowââ you moved your head to stare between your legs in terror as the enormous head of his cock poked your anal hole, barely grazing it. thorâs hands spread your buttocks apart as he struggled to ease his tip past your tight entrance, groaning as soon as he managed it. âânow youâll make me be the bad guy, firefly.â
you didn't understand what he was saying, mainly focused on the sensation of his twitching tip stretching you out. but your entire expression transformed as thor kept pushing and pushing deeper. your back arched off his chest and the grip on your buttocks tightened. âhu..urts..â the previous stretch hadn't helped nor had the added lube; it was painful, it burned but that wasn't all. when your weeping eyes opened and met thorâs eyes, your lips twitched. he knew what you needed. his mouth met yours as his hips stilled and one of his hands moved to latch onto your clit.
you sighed between the passionate kisses while thor caressed and toyed with your pussy until you were needy for him again â your walls were squeezing him so tight. it was long, too long, before he started to actually fuck you. you felt some pressure as thorâs cock filled you up, stretching your ass out. his hand danced upon your cunt, flicking your clit and teasing it between warm fingers. âtell me where you want my load, firefly.â he whispered against your lips and you moaned as that thick cock slammed inside your anal hole again, his heavy balls slamming against you hard as he thrusted up. âwherâ wherever you want.â your reply was so satisfactory that after that, you were just a ball of pleasure on his lap.
thor sped up his thrusts while rolling his fingers atop your clit, watching as your wetness dripped down to where he was filling you. a few more thrusts later and he was pulling out, using his own hand to stroke himself and spill whatever he could on your pussy. his other hand didn't stop rubbing your cunt until you came for him, coating his fingers with your wetness.
it took a while to bring you back to your senses, or maybe you just enjoyed thorâs lips on your forehead so much that moving wasn't an option. he eventually helped you up and carried you to your room â your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist. the long walk towards your room helped him think. maybe he couldn't control what was going on in his own hometown, maybe he couldn't control what was going on in earth either. but there was always a place he could return to where he had absolute control â and that was straight to you.
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Naga; Unorthodox Gift
scales, wrapping around, poisonous
Day 6 of @yandere-sinsâ Monstober and @ozzginâs Yantober đ
CW: brief mention of murder, Darling who overthinks and has a lot of self-doubt, the Naga is very suggestive and flirtatious
âPsssssssssst~â
You flinch and brandish your dagger at the flick of a serpentine tongue against the shell of your ear. âHow many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?! One of these days Iâm gonna stab you on accident!â
The Naga laughs, languidly descending from the tree branch. âSssssssorry~!â
He began to talk about everything heâd been up to lately, voice quiet and smooth. The Naga had been sleepier, moving more slowly as the days shortened and cooled. It at least made you feel a little bit safer around your strange friend. You, a city guard, hanging around with a monster whose ancestors probably emerged from the bowels of hell⊠oh, what would your comrades sayâŠ?
Probably what they always did: that you were too soft for the job.
And they were right, werenât they? What kind of guard frees a monster from a trap and then helps nurse him back to health?
The Naga presses closer to you, wrapping his tail around your ankle. âHey, humannnnnn. Why arenât you lissssstening to me? You made me wait ssssssooooo loooooong to sssssee you again.â
âMaybe if youâd bother to remember my name Iâd bother to listen to you prattle on,â you snap.
âOooh, ssssomeoneâssss ssssscalessss are a bit tender today, hmmm?â The Naga raises a scaled ridge, tilting his head. âA nameâssss a powerful thing, you know. Youâd do well to keep it clossssssse to your chessssst.â
The Naga inspects his own claws with a pout, wondering just how many people heâd have to kill so the only two who know your name are you and him.
âUgh, I⊠Iâm just frustrated lately. Itâs not fair for me to take it out on you, though.â You grimace at yourself, ever the guilt-ridden goody-goody.
The Naga grins and leans closer. The flash of his fangs make your heart race like the scared little mouse he teases you for being sometimes. âPerhapsss I could⊠help you unwind?â
You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the implication. âO-oh, no, I-Iâm fineâŠâ
âHmmmm, what a sssssshame,â the Nagaâs smile turns teasing, head drooping at an unnatural angle as he fakes another pout. âOh wellâŠâ
The two of you sit in silence for a moment. You can feel his gaze slithering across your skin as your gaze turns to the rest of the forest, but somehow the cool breeze is still enough to calm your heart.
âHere,â he finally interrupts the silence, unusually solemn.
You look back to him questioningly. He gently takes your hand and lowers a necklace with a little glass jar, closing his fingers around yours.
âI want you to have thissss. Ssssome of my venom. Ussssse it on your blade. Not all⊠monssssterssss⊠will be asssss friendly assssss I am.â He scoffs wryly at describing himself as a monster. âHumansssss, either.â
He tilts his head again, lips curling into a mischievous grin, âandâŠ. If you ever change your mind about needing sssssome ssssstresssss relief, you might try a little tasssste of my venom. It isssss quite relaxing, when ingessssssted and not⊠introduced to a wound.â
#he would def kill the other guards if he heard them makin fun of u#Monstober#Yantober#Monstober 2024#Yantober 2024#yandere naga#yandere femboy#my thoughts#yandere#yandere oc#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere cw
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So, I can't pick one so you can choose which one you wanna use for Noahđ„č out of the woods or new romantics, honorable mention for my tears ricochet, but we're not doing sad girl hours today

the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color.
Youâve heard the rumors, the ones that say when you meet your soulmate, your chosen person, the world shifts. The dull greyscale youâve known since birth fades, and for the first time, you see the full spectrum of color.
You were skeptical, of course, but always a romantic at heart.
You grew up on fairy tales: stories of princes stumbling upon their princesses in the most unexpected places, of knights slaying dragons in the name of love. You believed in soulmates. In forever. And deep down, you held onto the hope that one day, youâd see the world not just as it isâbut as it could be.
A kaleidoscope of colors.Â
When it finally happens, itâs not dramatic. Thereâs no sudden explosion of light or color, just a subtle shift.
The dull greys youâve always known begin to soften. A faint flicker of something new appearsânot quite vibrant, but unmistakably different. As though the world is blooming, color by color.
You canât quite remember the exact moment it began, or whose presence ignited the change. Maybe you passed him on the street. Maybe it was a fleeting exchange at a coffee shop. A stranger at a bar. You could drive yourself crazy trying to piece it together. Especially when the colorâsoft and strange and beautifulâbegins to fade.
Time doesnât stop, but your view of the world does.Â
Youâre suspended in limbo, clinging to the belief that one day youâll find himâyour prince. Just like all the stories promise.
What you never expect is where you finally meet him.
Itâs a tale as old as time, a modern-day prince and the pauper story. Except this time, the pauper is a college girl juggling classes and a catering job. And the prince? A world-renowned vocalist and striking frontman of a metalcore band youâve never even heard of.
But the moment your paths cross, time stops.
And there he stands. Not in a soft grey, but screaming color. Everything about him is brighter, sharper, more alive than you ever thought possible. Itâs as if youâre seeing for the very first time, and what you see is breathtaking. Beauty incarnate. Your soulmate.
When Noahâs eyes find yours, his heart pounds. Heâs lived believing the world is cold, cruel, and unchanging, but now he sees you and suddenly, everything bursts into color. Vivid, impossible color.
And at the center of it all, is you.
Jumping in here with adding a little soulmate au twist to enchanted!noah, who knew that all he ever needed was you? I hope you like this bb đ
#v đ#noah sebastian fanfiction#bad omens fanfiction#noah sebastian blurb#bad omens blurb#noah sebastian x reader#prince charming!noah#enchanted fic#concretejunglefm fics#soulmate au
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Hii I wanted to ask you if you can make a yandere smiling critters x shy female smiling critter cat reader?
I love how you write, good job! If you can't place the order, I will understandđ
Sorry if I wrote something wrong, English is not my first language.đ
I'll do your request, just might take a while! Also, thank you ^_^! Your English is just fine :)
Yandere Smiling Critters x shy female Smiling Critters cat reader

Honk shoooo..
Honk shooooooâŠâŠ
Honkâ âKitty! It's time ta wake up!!â Kickin said, hey, you can't sleep for too long, you have to deal with the kids. You almost flinched from Kickin's loud approach. You were slowly waking up, fastly blinking and then looking like you'll go to sleep again. âC'mon!!â He put his wing on your face.
âKickin, I'm awake. Please.â You whisper. Gently putting your paw on his wing. He raised his eyebrows a bit from that. He smiled, and took your paw with both of his wings, softly yanking you so you can get up quicker.
You were a little sloppy, so you stood up (while sitting) and lazily leaned on Kickin. âOofâ ... At least you're upâŠâ
The other critters were all discussing today's activity while you were (kind of) cuddling with Kickin.Â
Bobby Bearhug came up to you and started cuddling with you. Now having two Smiling Critters on both of your sides!
âSo, whaddya think Kitty?!â Dogday said, catching your attention. You were still tired and not processing things, so you have no idea what he meant.
â... Huh?â The critters started laughing from your oblivious sound. Dogday was laughing too, âI meanâ heh, I mean what do you think about t-todayâs activity..?â You were much more awake for what he said, âOh um. Iâ I think itâs niceâŠâ You muttered.
âGreat!â
The children were all awake, happy(most of them) and bright(mostly). You were stepping out of the crittersâ room, while holding paws with Bobby as she was explaining the main activity.
âSo, do you have it now?â She asked you, thankfully you were actually paying attention this time.
âUm. Yea..â You whispered. You werenât much of a talkative one, but thatâs okay.
Some would say you were like Craftycorn, but more shy. You try to ignore those comparisons. The kids were eating their breakfast, and Bobby was still next to you.
You had to watch the kids, because just in case a kid was choking, you needed to get them to not choke. The other critters would handle the other kids and calm them down. The other critters mostly being Dogday and Bobby.
While Bobby was sitting right next to you, holding your paw, just talking about what it was like dealing with the children's emotions, while her head was on your shoulder.
A few feet away, there were some jealous critters looking at you two. âI wanna hold Kittyâs pawâŠâ Picky said. âMe too..â Kickin added.
Dogday saw their envious mood and went over to them. âItâs okay guys, thereâs no need to be jealous!â He looked over at you two.
Yea he sees no reason to be jealous. This is because he is an adult! Well it was a headcanon, and to be honest with you, it seems like a really good headcanon. Basically he was an employee at Playtime co.
And to be honest with you, AGAIN, a grown adult being jealous over two kids being kids, is VERY strange ^_^. Anywho, back to the story (ââżâ)
Dogday didnât get it! He doesnât understand. (NO SHAME FOR MY BABY!!!!!)
The kids were done eating, and now they all were doing the activity. If you were wondering what this mystery activity is, itâs about sleep and rest.
The kids thought it was going to be boring, who wants to talk about sleeping?? But the critters wanted to talk about how good it is to get some shut eye after a long day of being awake.
Maybe it could also help Catnap with the kids falling asleep.
All the Smiling Critters were grouped together, doing actions and spouting words on why sleep is good for you.
âSee?! Kickin here is all tired and sleepy (he was doing an action to represent it), not able to really do anything!â
âIt is also not good for your health!â
âBut Catnap is all nice and rested! Being able to walk, talk, and color while being fully awake.â
âNot getting enough sleep isnât good for anybody! Not adults, little kids like you guys, or even teens! If you get the sleep required, youâre able to get work done quicker, be able to color, and many activities can be done!â
âEven fun activities! Drawing, doing sports, playing games, all of those things can be done in a more fun way, just by getting a few hours of sleep!â
Bubba was able to communicate with the children in a more interesting way, not a lot of them were bored from his statements.Â
âAny questions?â Bubba asked, some kids raised their hands, showing their curiosity about sleep.
âWhat happens if I donât sleep?â
âWell⊠If you donât sleep, your body canât operate very well. Itâs like your bed is the charger, and you need that charger in order to get through the day! Some say.. If you donât get sleep for too long, your brain.. Can eat itself!!!â He said, getting the kids all hyped up.
âWell I guess I should get some sleep!!â One kid said.
âYea! I don't want my brain to eat itself!!â Another wailed.
âMhm! And so you can learn about it, if you want to, I have a word search!â
The children started grabbing the papers, wanting to know some words about sleep.
âI also have something you could decode! For the kids who want to challenge their brain!â
The kids were all doing something, word searches, talking to the critters to get more facts about rest, decoding, at least an activity that can distract them.
You and Catnap were walking around, helping any of the kids, and also calming them down if they got frustrated.
You two were just being cuddly kitties.
You were pretty sure the other critters(minus Dogday) were holding back from just cuddling up to you too.
Apparently they had to help with the kidsâŠ.
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Brighton Pier.

Joe Weller x Reader fluff
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Hey baby, fancy a date at Brighton pier today? đđ
I read, struggling to adjust to the bright screen. I looked at the time, 6 am? Why is this man texting me so early? This is really random because we usually plan our dates in advance. I wonder why he randomly wants to have a date, especially in Brighton, which is like a 2 hour drive! Either way, I have nothing to do so of course I'll happily spend the day with my man.
Of course! When are you coming for me?
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An hour đ
My eyes went wide. I shot out of bed. I have to get ready quick then! I sent him back a text saying okay and began getting dressed. I wanna look good but I also wanna be comfy if we're gonna be in the car and walking around all day.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, did my makeup, packed some snacks, and was ready with about 5 minutes to spare. I don't know how I did it that fast but I'm glad I did because there was already a knock on my door. I walked over and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, there was my boyfriend standing with a bouquet of roses and a goofy smile on his handsome face.
"Hey princess!" He greeted me cheerfully after I opened the door. "Hey Weller." I said as he wrapped his arms around me planting a soft kiss on my cheek. "These are for you." He said pulling away, handing me the flowers. I took a whiff as a smile fell upon my lips. "They're lovely Joe, but you didn't have to." I told him taking some flowers out of the vase by the door and putting in the new ones.
"Of course I did. My girl deserves the best!" He said with a goofy accent. I chuckled walking over and wrapping my hands around his waist bringing him closer. "You're such a nerd." I said as he pulled me even closer. "Yeah but I'm your nerd and you're stuck with me." He said near my ear. Then he licked my cheek causing me to jerk away quickly. "Joe!" I said laughing as I wiped my face. "Oh stop, you know you love it." He joked. I shook my head at him as I reached for his hand. "Ready to go then?" He asked as I nodded.
We made our towards his car and began our 2 hour trip to Brighton. "Why did you want to go to Brighton today?" I finally asked as I opened a breakfast bar from the bag of snacks I brought. "Well, to be honest..." He paused. I looked at him waiting for him to continue but he took a while. "Well then!?" I said laughing. "Okay well, don't be upset." He started, causing me to become slightly worried. "Young LA wants me to model some clothes and stuff." Oh I knew it was strange that he wanted to do this suddenly.
"Joe! Why didn't you tell me! This is like a work trip!" I said sitting up in my seat. He's always promoting their clothes so I understand but I don't want to be a bother if he's supposed to be working. "It's a 2 hour trip there and back, and they're paying for the day at the Pier so I thought it'd be nice if I brought my favorite girl along." He said looking at me briefly after that last part.
"As opposed to the other girls you have in your life?" I said pretending to be jealous. "What? Who? I mean I could've brought my mom but that wouldn't have been fun! I can't makeout with her on the rides." He said causing us to break out into a fit of laughter.
"Baby, I'm gonna be there all day and I thought it would be fun to spend it with you instead of being alone. You're not mad are you?" He asked, his tone softening. I took a deep breath and looked out the window at the scenery. "Of course I'm not mad, I just don't want to be in the way." I explained. "You won't be. I need something to bring a smile to my face while I pose for the camera anyways." He said with a cheeky smile putting his hand out for me to take. I grabbed it, squeezing it lightly.
"You're so annoying."
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After 2 hours and a numb butt later, we finally arrived in Brighton. The weather was nice and there weren't that many people. Joe parked the car and we walked towards the entrance meeting up with the team that was gonna film him. It was just two guys and a camera but still a team.
"Hey Brandon, Ricky, this is my girlfriend, Y/n!" Joe introduced us placing a hand on my lower back. I shook their hands and we talked for a bit. They explained the plan and we went onto the Pier.
I really love Brighton, the view was always so lovely and I love the fresh ocean breeze. Joe seemed to love it too as he constantly pointed out the amount of seagulls flying about. "Look at that one, that's a fucking behemoth of a bird." He said pointing to a fat one eating some chips off the ground. "Never change baby." I said laughing as I patted his shoulder.
Brandon was mainly in charge of directing, while Ricky filmed. They gave Joe a couple of different clothes to wear and I just wanna say, he looked so good. Like he is actually so fit. They were filming a scene where he was just wearing a black tank top showing off his tattoos and I was just in awe.
I love staring at his tattoos and tracing my fingers around them when we're just laying around in bed. He always make fun of me because he catches me admiring them and giving them special attention when we're intimate. I trail kisses up and down his arm sleeve because I just love them so much and I know he loves when I do it.
"Babe" I was pulled out of my thoughts by Joe calling me. "You alright?" He asked grabbing my hand. "Yeah, just thinking." I said feeling my cheeks get hot. "About me? You're basically drooling." He teased brushing at my cheek making me feel even hotter. "Maybe..." I said walking past him.
We went over to get some ice cream and they filmed him some more. "Oi, here, get it you rats!" Joe said trying to give ice cream to the seagulls. "Babe, they're gonna attack you." I said laughing. "Nah, they don't got the brains!" He said taunting them. I rolled my eyes as I watched them film him messing with the birds. I started laughing when a bird got close to him causing him to get scared and duck. "I told you!" I said laughing so hard I almost peed myself.
"Oh I'll show you!" He said coming over to me. "No!" I yelled as he picked me up placing sloppy kisses all over my face. "Ahh Joe, stop, we're in public." I shrieked as he put me down. "I don't care, I'll kiss you anywhere." He said placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "You're too sweet." I said feeling sappy as I kissed his lips lightly. As I pulled away, he pulled me back into him, placing a more passionate kiss on my lips. His soft lips moving against mine as his hand made it's way to my lower back.
I could tell he wanted to keep going, getting hungrier by the second but I pulled away. "Later." I whispered. He winked at me sending a cheeky smile, pinching my butt causing me to gasp. I slapped his arm lightly as he made a goofy face at me.
We all made our way down to the beach area and they took some shots of Joe in the water as I took a step in, my toes digging into the sand. I was looking out at the almost never ending ocean when I felt water on my face. I looked over to Joe as he splashed me again. "Ah! Oh it's like that then?" I said splashing water back at him.
We went on like that for a few more minutes both ending up completely soaked. At one point I went over and pushed him fully into the water but he pulled me down with him.
Eventually we got up and Brandon gave us some fresh clothes to change into. Although the clothes he gave me were for men so they were quite large on me. I felt very comfy but did not feel like I looked nice anymore. I think Joe noticed how awkward I was being because he rubbed circle into my back, making me feel more at ease.
They took a couple more shots of him in front of various murals and pieces of street art along the Pier and they wrapped up the shoot.
"Okay well, we're done here. Thanks for modeling, enjoy the rest of your day. We'll be in touch soon!" Brandon said as we exchanged our goodbyes.
"Finally we're alone now. What do you reckon we do?" Joe said wrapping his arms around my waist. "I don't know. Maybe we can... get a hotel room?" I suggested, partially because I was tired from the day we've had but also I really wanted him after seeing how hot he looked all day.
"You dirty girl." He teased bringing a blush to my face. "Anything for you my princess." He continued, kissing my cheek.
We made our way back to the car and went to a nearby hotel. We checked into our room and I immediately plopped onto the bed. "Tired?" He asked taking off his top. I couldn't help but stare.
"Yes.. but if you keep taking off your clothes I think I'll be energized." I said sitting up a bit. "Well, I think I can do that." He said, beginning to unbutton his pants.
This day is about to get a lot better.
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A/n
Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoyed it!!
I couldn't get Joe with that black tank top showing his tattoos out of my mind. đ
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I also have another one for Remus. Just the reader kinda feeling down(can you tell Iâm not doing that great rn but anyways) she doesnât want to let anyone in because she doesnât want anyone to try and fix it because thereâs nothing to fix itâs a down moment. But Remus surprises her with some snacks and blankets and is just there. No talking no nothing just simply being there. I know this one would be hella short I just need some comfort (or it could totally be Remus plus marauders) thank you and again no rush đ
hi sweetness! sorry this took so long! Remus x fem!reader
cw: tooth rotting fluff, hurt/comfort
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You would never admit it, but you were wallowing. You hoped that you were doing a good job at hiding it, but you also knew that in your tired state, your facade was likely sloppy. You were slumped on the couch, forearm held dramatically over your eyes like a damsel-in-distress painting. Sitting in the complete silence of your living room. You didn't even pretend to be watching anything.
In typical circumstances, you would seek out Remus for comfort. It didn't feel fair, though. Remus is a fixer. It's not that he doesn't understand the need for emotional support. He absolutely does. It just really affects him when he feels helpless. If Remus could take every bad emotion, every negative feeling, off of you and onto himself, he would do it in a heartbeat. That's just him. So, you knew you couldn't put him in that position. There was nothing to fix. It was just a bad mood, brought on for no apparent reason. So, no matter how tempting it was to slink into the kitchen and collapse into his shoulder, you wouldn't. You would wait it out until this feeling passes.
Even though you knew that Remus was likely sitting at the bar counter, nursing a warm cup of tea. His usual blend, the one that has begun to have a calming effect on you like some strange pavlovian response.
And even if you knew that the sweater Remus had shucked on today was very, very, soft. And that his hair was particularly fluffy today. You sighed, tucking your legs up onto the sofa with you. You were curled in on yourself when your boyfriend quietly stepped into the living room. His footfalls were so silent that you didn't notice his presence until a blanket was being draped over you. It was wonderfully toasty, straight from the tumble dryer. You dropped your arm from your face, looking up at him pitifully.
"Scoot over, baby dove." He near whispered as he set a steaming mug of cocoa onto the side table. You made room for him on the couch, letting him under the blanket. You made no moves to lean on him. But you didn't protest when he wordlessly pulled you close, urging your head to lay on his chest. He smelled like pure Remus. Stale smoke, coffee, and parchment. Slightly masked by woodsy cologne. You sighed again, but this time it was closer to a satisfied hum. He buried his face into your hair.
"Just rest m' sweet girl. I've got you."
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Hi! So. Iâm going to need a Pedri x reader love confession. Very cute, very silly. No angst. No. Angst.
Thanks!â€ïž



Coffee. pedri gonzĂĄlez x fem!reader
đ€ summary: You and Pedri are best friends. Except he wants to be more.
đ€ warnings: pure fluff đđ
đ€ wc: 400+
đ€: yap! no. angst?? âčïžđ ok i guess ⊠based on the song by miguel btw !! NOT chappell roans versionâŠđ @ar4ujos @planetpedri @hrts4havertz @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms
It was strange, how love worked. You loved a lot of people, like your parents and friends. But with your best friend Pedri, it felt different. Like it was a strange and different kind of love. You didnât know if he felt the same funny feeling or if you were the only one to know about this.
Today, Pedri was to take you out for coffee. This wasnât unusual, as he had taken you to many places before. However, something about today just felt⊠different. Weird.
He picked you up from your house and as you usually did, you both held conversation while in the car. Pulling up to the cafe, the two of you went inside and got in line to order your drinks.
It was important to note that today you put in extra effort with your makeup, hair, and outfitâ keeping it simple enough for coffee but cute enough for Pedri. He clearly noticed this as he said, âYou look prettyâ as you two stood in line.
âThank you,â you replied with an uncontrollable smile, trying to swallow the butterflies you were feeling.
Once it was time for the both of you to order, you got your usual. Instead of getting his usual, he opted for the same thing you got. Weird.
âWow, okay copycat,â you playfully rolled your eyes as the two of you stood to the side, waiting for your coffees to be ready.
He chuckled and said, âLast time we were here, yours was better than mine. I wanna try it for myself.â
The last time the both of you went to that cafe together was only last week. You recalled it very well, though, remembering him begging you for a sip of yours and then taking it when you were distracted. You almost smiled at the thought, but then stopped yourself.
You received your coffees, deciding to sit in again today. âYou were right, mine is really good,â you told him after taking a sip of your beverage.
Pedri looked at you with a beam, taking a sip as well. After a few moments in a comfortable silence, you scrolling through your phone and him trying to make himself seem busy, he finally spoke. âCan I tell you something? And if I tell you this, you have to promise it wonât change anything no matter the outcome.â
âOkay, Iâm scared,â you awkwardly chuckled. âDid you kill someone?â
âNo, Iâ What? Okay, anyway, I sort of kind of have feelings for you. And itâs totally fine if you donât feel the same way, but I just wanted to tell you.â
You almost didnât know how to respond, his confession leaving you at a loss for words. âYou what?â
âPlease donât make me repeat myself,â he groaned.
âNo, I⊠What the fuck, Pedri, I was planning on saying it first,â you teased, giving him a smile.
âYou feel the same way?â He asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.
You laughed and said, âIt wasnât obvious? Your whole team knew before I did.â
Pedri chuckled saying, âOkay, well Iâm glad you feel the same way.â
âSo?â
âSo what?â
You looked at Pedri, your teasing smirk coming back. âI think you have a question to ask me.â
âY/n, come onââ
You cut him off, saying, âAh, ah, ah. Come on, Iâm waiting.â You crossed your arms, enjoying the banter between you two.
He playfully rolled his eyes and said, âWill you be my girlfriend?â
Giving him a hard time you responded, âHm⊠I guess.â You added a shrug, making it seem to him like you didnât really care. He obviously knew this was a joke, as the two of you went back and forth like this all the time.
âOkay, girlfriend, Iâm already getting sick of you,â he joked.
âI fear you arenât ready for whatâs to come.â
#pedri fluff#pedri x you#pedri x reader#pedri gonzalez#pedri imagine#pedri x fem!reader#fc barcelona#football#barcelona#sakashq#laliga#la liga
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Chapter 6: Serendipidy
Bewitched Masterlist
Summary: They meet after 7 years. But they swear that everything is Serendipidy
Words: 2.1k
Warning: Constantly changes of POV's
N/A: I'm trying to find ways to get through the end of Arcane. Expect continuous updates.đ



Serendipidy: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.
Since Violet left Stillwater there has been a strange feeling in her chest. A feeling she can't put a name to.
She walks beside the enforcer, Caitlyn, for a while before she starts running and jumping across the rooftops of the place where she grew up. It's at that moment that she feels that tug in her chest again, and that's when it hits her. She's excited, but at the same time she feels terribly desolate and anxious. She feels sad and melancholy.
She passes by streets she used to frequent and realizes how much things have changed. Stalls that used to be there in her childhood are now closed or new stores take their place. She feels like she doesn't recognize anything even though she knows where she is.
She feels like a stranger in her own home.
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The day Vi returned to the Lanes you can sense that something is going on. But you don't know what.
It's like a tingling in the back of your neck, a dull sound throbbing in your ears. But you don't think much of it, you have better things to worry about than this.
So you keep busy, as usual. You stop by the kitchen as you do every morning to help make breakfast for everyone, you stand there for a while and chat with people as they arrive, and when you see Ekko arrive with Scar you join them to sit down for breakfast at one of the tables while they coordinate for the day's activities.
"I'm going to make rounds today to oversee how everything is going after the raid on the ship last week" Ekko commented as he ate, looking at the two of you one at a time. He paused for a moment at you, noticing that you seemed distracted, you hadn't touched your food much, that tingle still nagging at the back of your neck, making your stomach churn "You come with me?"
You shake your head sideways, not turning to look at him, you didn't dare "Nope, I have things to check and reorganize in the warehouse. My next monitoring season out of the tree is coming up, so I have to know how much I have to earn and bring when I get back" you decide to take a bite of your food after a moment, you're not very hungry, but you won't waste that food "Besides, I promised Elma I'd help her with the new portraits on the mural".
After a while the three of you say goodbye and part ways, each going to their respective places.
But as you make your way to the mural you realize something. You almost didn't see it, almost stepped on it, in fact. But that tingle made you look at just the right moment. A four-leaf clover.
You stared at it for a few seconds, remembering when you used to look for them with Powder, a healthy competition between sisters. You almost always found them, but you always gave them to Powder "So Mylo can't tell you that you're unlucky" you used to tell her. That's why Vi sometimes teased you by call you that you were her good luck charm. But you didn't get too carried away with that memory, so you shook your head and kept walking.
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After a few laps around undercity and stopping to eat and get information at Jericho's she headed with the grumpy enforcer to the brothel. There Babette filled her in on the current situation on the Lanes and offered her information on where she could find Sevika.
Vi thanked and hesitated for a moment, wrung her hands against each other nervously. She didn't need to ask, Babette was going to tell her anyway.
"She's fine," Babette tells her in a soft tone, fearing that if she spoke too loudly it might make Vi snap.
"What?" Babette responded with your name softly, watching as the girl in front of her took a shaky breath before daring to ask more. "Do you know anything about her, do you know where I can find her?" The woman could only shake her head.
"She stops here from time to time to drop off some things for me to defend the girls and the business. She told me she's coming next week. I don't know where she lives, but I know you're not going to find her on the streets of Zaun" And though Babette was tempted to tell her that there were a few years you worked for her, she knew that was not for her to tell her. That was your decision.
Violet, now more hopeful than before, thanks Babette and gets up from the couch to walk to the person who will lead her to the person who should provide her with the information she needs.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees some lucky dimes. And only then she decide to believe that it will bring her luck. Because remember that for you this kind of thing has always been important.
Maybe it will help her get to you.
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That tingling keeps going throughout the morning and early afternoon. You scratch a couple of times and start to think you might get sick.
You hope you're wrong.
Although you have to admit that painting helps. It makes your head go quiet for a while. It also helps with that incessant tingling and anxious feeling.
Ekko stops by to say goodbye before leaving the lair. You wish him luck and give him a hug, and before he can take two steps towards the exit you stop him, remembering the clover you saw that morning. You run over to the spot and grab it from the floor before returning to your brother, tucking it into his jacket pocket.
"I know you don't need it, but it never hurts" Ekko shakes his head, a smile on his lips as he says goodbye to you again, this time for real.
Something tells you it's going to be an interesting afternoon.
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At that moment, as she bleeds out, Violet sees you again in her hallucinations. She sees you playing with her sister and wandering around what was once her home.
She still remembers the time she brought you here. She remembers telling you about what her life was like then as she held your hand tightly, keeping from crying and how you held her and hugged her when she eventually broke down. She remembers your warmth and the gentleness and softness with which you held her.
God, she wishes you were there to hold her hand at that moment. She misses you so much
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Ekko expected almost anything after spending 7 years on this.
Nothing could have prepared him for meeting a friend he thought was dead. The same one who found herself with an executioner and Jinx.
Nothing good could be happening, but he decided to give her a chance. He owed it to her and to himself.
But most of all to his sister.
So he puts bags over Vi and the enforcer's heads and leads them to the firelights' lair. He is grateful that you are not in sight, imagine you're still checking things out in the hold.
His companions take them to a secluded room while he takes a moment to breathe. He wants to tell you so badly... But he doesn't want to get your hopes up if Vi has decided on a different side. So he keeps silent. Soon one of his companions lets him know that they've both woken up, so he gives the go-ahead. He takes a big breath of air and lets it out slowly, just as you have taught him since he was a child. He puts his mask back on as he hears footsteps approaching.
On your side things weren't much better. Since a few minutes ago that tingling had become more intense, it had been there for so long that it was almost starting to overstimulate you.
You tried to breathe as you normally did, but nothing seemed to want to calm that sensation. Something was happening, or so your body wanted you to believe. You hate anxiety with all your heart.
So you resort to what has served you best all these years. Busyness. You go through and count supply by supply, item by item and put them on lists. You give instructions and ask question after question. You rearrange and rearrange, you do everything you can so that eventually your anxiety will subside and leave you alone. But your frustration only gets bigger and bigger when you realize it's still there, haunting you.
Meanwhile Ekko was talking to Vi, who after having ironed out the kinks and doled out some affection had worked up enough courage to ask about you.
"I knew you'd ask that" he replies looking at her with a smirk. So he opens the door and waits for her to adjust to the light. He tells her a bit about how you both found this place. Though of course he leaves out a few things (only because he knows it's up to you whether you want her to know or not). He shows her a few things as they walk, keeping up a light conversation as they go along.
And Violet can't pretend she's not anxious. Her hands clasp against each other every so often. Her smile trembles a little and her eyes move to everything and nothing. A warm feeling stirring in her chest.
And the butterflies. The ones she thought were already dead because they hadn't fluttered for so long, start fluttering all over her system, making her feel like she's 15 again. Reminding her of all the times she went looking for you at Benzo's to confess how she's loved you from the start, only to take a step back. Every time.
But not this time.
Finally Ekko stops in front of a thick metal door. He lets out a sigh before looking at it. "It may be a bit difficult. I ask you to be patient."
Vi nods slowly, feeling even more nervous. Ekko reaches into his pocket and pulls out the clover you gave him that morning, handing it to Vi. "A little luck never hurts, don't you think?"
Vi doesn't need to ask. She knows you found it, you've always had a knack for that. Then, slowly but surely, Ekko opens the metal door, lets the girl in, then goes in himself and closes it.
He greets a couple of people and gestures for them to come out. Violet's eyes move from side to side, looking for you.
You, on the other hand, don't hear the door open, too busy organizing. You move from side to side, unable to stand still. What you do feel is that the tingling suddenly runs through your whole body before it stops. You crouch for a moment between the boxes, feeling relief for the first time that day.
Ekko pulls out a last couple of people while Vi stands paralyzed, only one person is left at the end of the room, among some boxes and stacked objects. She almost doesn't notice you there, crouching down, massaging your neck. She only catches a glimpse of your hair, as messy as she remembers it. But maybe a little longer.
"Everything okay over there Sunny?" Vi can feel the air attacking in her throat as she hears the sound of your tired laughter.
"Kinda tired, but I'm better" you reply in a tired voice as you stand up and stretch your body. Vi can feel her heart racing as her eyes begin to sting.
A sob threatens to come from her throat, but Violet forces herself to keep her mouth shut. Her hands clench into fists as she watches you turn toward them.
"Remember that discomfort I told you I had in the morning? A while ago it stopped and-" you quickly shut your mouth when you see a pink-haired girl crying in front of you. Your heart races as you see the strong resemblance, but you don't allow yourself to hope. "Ekko... What's-?"
Vi makes a crooked smile "Hey Sunshine" she manages to whisper with a broken voice.
Your eyes start to sting. No one here calls you like that. Everyone knows you by your first name or as Sunny (this last one is only with Ekko and some friends). You never let anyone else call you Sunshine. You couldn't stand it. So when you heard it...
"Violet?"
Your suspicions come true.
Vi lets out a small laugh combined with a sob, nodding as she walks towards you.
You bring your hands to your mouth as a loud sob escapes your lips, shaking your head. "No... You're not... You can't..."
Vi quickly finishes reaching up to you and holds you against her. A firm but delicate grip. You too wrap your arms around her clinging to her jacket. The crying from both of you getting louder.
"I missed you so much" Vi manages to utter between sobs. You, on the other hand, feel unable to speak, so you just nod into the hollow of her neck.
Time seems to stand still when you both finally hold each other in your arms.
Four-leaf clovers, lucky dimes and cosmic coincidences.
But they swear it's a coincidence.
The best coincidence of their lives. Finding each other again.
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a timeless encounter
a/n: this is my first Leopold Mountbatten fic you guys !! iâm rlly excited but disappointed bc i havenât seen a lot of fics under this tag :( im sad cause heâs my dream man and i NEED more of him (thatâs why i made this đ) anyways lovelies, as always i take requests but lemme know what you thinkđ
summary: as the owner of a small cafe in New York that you hate, you donât expect anybody to change your mind. But the strange-dressed man who wonders into the cafe one day may change your mindâŠ
warnings: Leopold Mountbatten x f! reader, southern! reader, not spellchecked
The line in the cafe is piled up. When you hear the bell ding tediously, announcing another customer, you almost groan. You keep your head positioned on the lady in front of you, half listening as she drones on about what she got last time.
You continue conversing, almost forgetting about the person who just walked in, when an accented voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
âGood day. I am Sir Leopold Mountbatten. How do you do?â
Your head turns to the side as you look to him. Surprised that he has walked to the front of the line, skipping about 10 waiting people, you almost scoff.
When you glance at him more closely and notice the strange clothes heâs wearing, your eyebrows crease. When he introduces himself and asks you, how do you do?, confusion rises to your face.
Keeping a calm, but confused face, you go to respond. âIâm sorry sir, there is a very long line of people waiting. Do you mind going to the back and waiting your turn?â
Leopold looks around, realizing the error he made. He turns back towards you with a sheepish expression on his face. "I apologize, I was not paying due attention."
He glances around, noticing the queue of people waiting. "It appears there are quite a few individuals waiting in line. I shall take my place at the end of the line. Do forgive my oversight."
You nod your head in confusion, agreeing to whatever heâs saying so he listens to you. You watch as he retreats to the back of the line. Shall? Do forgive? You think in your head as you question his strange choice of language. Itâs nothing like the people in New York. You were lucky if you even got a thank you, which is nothing like the south, where you were raised.
Meanwhile you continue helping the female customer whoâs still gabbing on about what drink she got from the menu last time. Still your mind wonders to the strange man who walked through the cafe doors.
Leopold patiently waits in line, studying the establishment with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, taking in the scents of hot drinks, the lone woman behind the counter.
As he waits, he canât help but wonder what you think of him, your confusion evident in your expression. He glances at you every now and then, waiting for his turn to approach the counter.
Nodding as the woman finally decides what she wants, you move to take the next customerâs order. You continue this until the line dwindles down, the next person in line being the strange man.
Putting a small smile on your face, youâre sure he can read that itâs not entirely genuine due to your stressed and frazzled appearance.
âHey sir, what can I get for you today?â
The strange manâLeopold was his name, right?âglances at you with a kind smile. âGood day. I shall have a cup of your finest black tea please, if you would be so kind.â
He glances across the counter to you, taking in your stressed appearance, his expression betraying a hint of concern.
You nod and jot down the order on your frayed notebook before telling him the total. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving a few coins to pay for the tea.
Looking up to him, your mind is baffled with curiosity and wonder. He notices your confusion and gives you a small questioning smile. Your mouth moves before your brain can tell it to stop.
âYouâre not from around here, are you?â
His eyebrows furrow in surprise before he clears his throat gently. âIndeed, I travel from afar. I hail from the city of Albany originally... Why do you ask?"
Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you turn around to prepare the tea on the counter behind you. Glancing over your shoulder absentmindedly but still curious, you respond.
âThe clothes. Oh and the accent. But you do know Albanyâs the capital of New York? So that wouldnât make you a traveler from âafarâ⊠Or British.â
Leopold chuckles at your abruptness, amused by your observation. You zone in on his face, the small crinkle of crows feet in the corners of his eyes as he smiles widely. "Ah yes, my attire. I am quite well aware of Albany's status as the capital of New York. I was referring to the era I originate from. I hail from the year...â
He pauses, a little uncomfortable as the next words come out of his mouth. You urge him on silently, turning from preparing the tea to instead lean against the counter.
He continues with a slight gulp, ââ1876. That is what I meant by saying I am not from around here."
Your body pauses as you lean against the counter. Hoping to not show a reaction, you go back to the forgotten tea, starting to pour it. Your mind is reeling, wondering if heâs being truthful or if heâs just a strange crackhead that managed to wander in.
Blinking a couple times, you place the pot down once you are finished pouring and turn to him incredulously. â1876. Youâre from 1876.â
Leopold stands straighter at this, wanting to see your reaction and more importantly wanting to see if youâll believe him. He tries to put on an easy smile, boarderline smirk to suppress his nerves. âIndeed, I am. I assume you do not believe me, my lady?â
Blinking rapidly, you turn back around to grab the ceramic teacup from the other counter. Grabbing it and placing it in front of him, your voice almost wobbles as you place your hands on your hips.
âYouâre not goinâ through some sort of psychosis or somethinâ, right? Or youâre not like a really good street performer in character?â
Leopold takes the mug daintily from the counter, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip as he nods. He hums as he takes his first sip of the tea, almost distracted by how good it is. âNo, my lady. I assure you I am neither a person dealing with mental illness nor a skillful street performer. I am very much real, and am not pretending in the slightest. I can provide you with further proof if you require it.â
A teasing scoff comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. A small smile appears on your face as you cross your arms. âI donât need your whole life story, hon. I just met you.â
Leopold nods a little, the tips of ears ears almost reddening as he almost doesnât catch your teasing tone. When it registers, he can almost scoff at your comment, but canât help himself from smiling at your wit.
You glance down at the glass counter, an idea popping in your head before you can stop it. Before your brain can tell your body to stop, you bend down and grab a blueberry muffin. Placing it on a small plate, you hand it to him with a soft smile. âWell Iâve always wanted a man from the 19th century to try my desserts. On the house.â
He accepts the blueberry muffin with a gracious nod. âI appreciate your generosity, my lady. However, I must insist you allow me to pay for it. It doesnât seem right, accepting something âon the house.ââ
You shake your head, biting your lip to hold back a giggle. Smiling widely at him, you lean back on the counter. âPlease just take the muffin and sit downâŠâ
Leopold takes his muffin, tea, and your instruction to sit down, and finds an empty table in a quiet corner of the cafe. He sits down, taking a moment to examine the surroundings, his eyes landing on you, busy at work at the counter.
Looking down at the muffin, Leopoldâs stomach grumbles in response to the delicious scent wafting up to him. He takes a small bite, the sweetness of the blueberry muffin filling his mouth. He lets out a satisfied hum, savoring the taste.
Now wiping down the counters, you watch the customers eat peacefully as the full cafe comes to a lull. You turn to restock inventory and leisurely take customer orders, almost forgetting the strange man supposedly from 1876.
Glancing down at the wall clock thatâs nudged in the cozy wall of the cafe, you sigh knowing that you need to clean this entire place before you can go home. While you know working at the cafe may be a dream for some people, you are too busy with the hope for something better.
Owning this cafe was just a enclosed way for your late father to trap you. After he passed, he left it to you instead of your mother. Since they had been divorced for a while it made sense, but it was his last wish to spite her. Now this place is just a constant reminder of the crippling debt, unpaid loans, and quitting employees he left.
Taking out your troubles on the counters as you go back to wiping, you barely notice a pair of eyes on you. Leopold watched you as you work, observing your routine in the cafe. The slight tick of his pocket watch indicates that it's getting late. He takes another sip of his tea, watching as the last few customers start to trickle out of the cafe. Once they're gone, he steps back up to the counter.
"Excuse me, my lady. You'll be closed soon, yes?"
Emerging from around the counter, you pass him and walk to the space filled with tables. You move gracefully, picking up empty dishes and cups that people have left. Leopold walks behind you, watching as you gather the dishes.
His mind urges him to take the dishes from your hands, anything to help make it easier for you. He stills, patiently waiting for his answer while holding his hands out to assist you. Absentmindedly you nod, not noticing his outstretched hands.
âYep, in about 20 minutes.â
He nods, clearing his throat gently. His eyebrow raises curiously before answering. âI see. And youâll be closing up and cleaning by yourself? Where is your waitstaff?â You sigh, your chest rising and falling with exhaustion before answering with a teasing lift.
âNo waitstaff, I own it. Currently taking applications though if your friends from the 19th century wanna help outâŠâ
A small smile played on Leopoldâs lips at your comment as he let out a small chuckle. Your eyes lift to his, listening to the deep rumble of his chuckle. Through his small laugh he responds, âI doubt any of my acquaintances from the 19th century would be able to assist even if they wanted to. Their knowledge certainly won't be up to standard here."
You nod with a small smile on your own lips, noticing as the plates start to get heavier in your arms. You adjust them, wanting to continue your easy conversation with Leopold, but he easily notices your discomfort. He steps closer, his arms outstretched.
"Might I offer my assistance, my lady?"
Your arms, filled to the brim with dishes, quake. Before you even nod your head, he moves to take the dishes from your hands. The huge pile of dishes seem almost small in his huge hands. You have to stop yourself from gawking down at them, instead moving to a small closed door that leads to the kitchen.
Turning slightly to the man with a smile, you try to open the small doorway wide so he can get in easily. The door sticks, giving you a hard time as you try to open it. You speak over your shoulder to him, half embarrassed and half frustrated.
âThank you so muchâIâm sorry, this ole thing gets stuck all the time and itâs annoying when you carrying a loadâa dishes.â
Leopold just nods, a patient smile on his face as he waits. You open the door with a harsh pull as you open it enough for him to pass. He looks to you with a question and you guide him to the sink where the dishes go. After he sets down the dishes, his eyes remain on you, an earnest and determined expression on his face.
"Is there anything else I can assist with? I am at your disposal, my lady."
You almost flush at his words, used to honey, maâam, and even sugar from your hometown, but my lady seeming completely different. Wiping your hands on your worn apron, you shake your head with a smile.
âMy lady, huh? You sure do know how to make a lady feel special⊠But no, I got it. You should be focusinâ on how to get back to the 19th century. Seems a more pressinâ situation to get back to where youâre from..â
Leopold grins at your response, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he listens to you. He question softly, his eyes fixed on you.
âPerhaps it is a pressing matter to get back to oneâs home, but what about yourself? Earlier this evening, you asked about my own accent, but now I am wondering about yours.â
Turning away from him, you go to the large sink. You turn on the water, starting to wash the dishes, not noticing Leopold coming beside you. You stare down at the dishes as you respond, âIâm from Georgia.â
He nods, humming with sincerity. He goes to open his mouth to ask another question, but you turn to him, holding up a soapy hand to stop him. âYâknow you donât have to stay here, I canât pay you. You should be goinâ on your way.â
He shakes his head with a neutral smile on his face. He stands with his hands clasped behind his back as he leans forward towards you. âPerhaps. However, I simply cannot leave you to close and clean the cafe by yourself. It wouldnât be very gentlemanly of me.â
You wipe your hands on your apron and they find their way to your hips. Your southern accent slips out heavily, frustration evident. âI assure you, Iâm fine. You should be goinâ on your way Mr...â You pause, hoping for him to repeat his name.
ââSir Leopold Mountbatten.â Leopold raises an eyebrow at your stubborn insistence, amused by your southern character. He continues, his voice lifting with a smile.
âAnd I have no doubt you can handle closing up on your own, my lady. But that does not mean you should have to.â He pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer to you.
"Please, allow me to help. I cannot leave knowing you'll be here for the next few hours, finishing up all by yourself."
You almost smile at his insistence, but push it down. You walk past him towards the heavy, brown door which leads to the main entrance. You open the door with a grunt and hold it open for him. With a small smile, you place your hands on your hips. The twang comes out of your voice when you speak softly to him.
âWell, yes you can and you will. Thanks for the offer, honâŠâ Leopold looks at you with a mixture of disappointment and acceptance in his eyes. He nods, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Very well, my lady. If you're certain you don't need any aid, I shall take my leave then."
He takes an unnecessary large step in your direction before pausing in front of you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment. Without a word, he lowers himself into a deep bow, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Farewell, my lady."
Your eyes narrow with confusion as he bows, but you nod and laugh softly in response. âBye-bye LeopoldâŠâ
You watch as he hesitantly walks through the door to the main entrance. He turns back to you with doe eyes, giving you another opportunity for you to accept his offer, then leaves when you shake your head with a smile.
Leopold gives a final wave before stepping outside, the heavy cafe door closing slowly behind him. He pauses for a moment outside, gazing at your silhouette through the glass, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
With a resigned sigh, he forces himself to turn away from the cafe, his footsteps heavy as he starts walking down the sidewalk. He mentally scolds himself for his impulsiveness and foolishness.
While you clean, you think of the strange man. You wish you accepted his offer. Or his telegram number.. you laugh to yourself at your stupid joke as you continue to scrub the counters.
Hours later, you finally finish. Grabbing your purse, you go to your house, and fall into a deep sleep. Filled with dreams of the 19th century and a man who is almost 150 + years older than you, you sleep more peacefully than you ever had before.
For Leopold, as the evening descends on the city, he finds himself unable to sleep. His mind is consumed with thoughts of the lady from the cafe. He tosses and turns in his bed, the events of the day replaying in his mind over and over again.
He wonders what she is doing at the moment. Is she asleep in her bed? Is she also lying awake, thinking about him? The questions plague his mind as he continues to lie in bed, struggling to find rest.
With a frustrated sigh, Leopold finally sits up in his bed. He throws the covers off and gets up, pacing restlessly in his room. The clock ticks loudly in the background, mocking his insomnia. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the thoughts of the lady that seem to be etched in his mind.
As the next day approaches, you continue your routine. You get out of bed, your feet cold against the unwelcoming tile of your small apartment. As you walk towards the kitchen, you continue your morning routine; making breakfast, showering, changing, and leaving.
When you finally make your way to the cafe, your anxious and somewhat excited. Secretly, you hope the mysterious man from the past comes back.
As the sun slowly rises, Leopold has still not gotten any sleep. He spent the rest of the night pacing in his room, his thoughts consumed by you. Eventually, he gave up on sleep, seeing as he wouldn't be able to get any.
While he goes about his day, his thoughts still drift back to you. He finds himself missing the warmth and homeliness of the cafe. He knows that he shouldn't, but he can't help it. He decides to pay the cafe another visit, hoping to see you again.
a/n: hey you guys, lemme know what you think pls !! i love Leopold so much so i am so excited to write more (he is my Mr. Darcy) also donât forget i take requests.. anyways lemme know if u want a pt. 2 đ
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250309; HAPPY BIRTHDAY - 32

Soulmates don't have to be linked through romance, they simply need to be fragments of the same spirit, of the same star, the same heart



. . I'm always here behind you, so don't worry too much
Himie đŸ (7:12am) ; Hi big brother, can you believe that you're 32 years old now ?! It's kind of emotional to be celebrating such an old age without you ă
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but we'll see each other very soon when I come back!
Throughout the past year since the documentary, my heart has been healing, so I can finally say what has been weighing on my mind ever since. It was hard during our childhood, you had to raise me by yourself after we were adopted while balancing delivery work along with idol life, and even though you never planned on playing a fatherly role at such a young age you never gave up, you came to pick me up from school, came to my shows, spent every piece of free time with me...you're the reason that this loneliness doesn't hurt to this day
Thank you, for everything. There's not enough gratitude in the world for me to express towards you that would properly convey everything I need to thank you for, but please know that I love you, more than I could ever express đ©· I hope we can stand on stage together again when you're discharged, this time as stronger people, but in truth I just want to hear your voice next to mine knowing that everything will be okay from now on. You're my safe place you know? You always have been, through everything. Happy birthday oppa! đ„°
. . If you're afraid to crash, I'll willingly receive you
Nyangust D đ (11:03am) ; My precious baby tiger calling me old first thing in the morning, why am I not surprised ă
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It feels strange for me to be celebrating it too, the youth of my twenties are gone now :(
Raising you was the happiest part of my teenage years, and seeing you grow into the young woman that you are today feels like a blessing đ You never have to thank me, I've loved you since the day you were born, from the first time I held you in my arms I knew you were my treasure, and maybe your boyfriend is right, maybe you are some kind of guardian angel. I'll do anything for you, you know that, so if you want to go back on stage then I'll arrange it. Call me before the YSL event, I love you đ

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Cranky
Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben) x ReaderÂ
Warnings: Ben being a dick (I mean he is Soldier Boy), Language, insecurities, Fluff, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
A/N: This idea came to me earlier today when I was fighting a bad headache and got a bit cranky. đ I wrote it in a matter of hours and didnât edit it well. Please overlook any mistakes. Afterall, I had a headache and was cranky. đ
All work is my own, donât take it!!
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âLeave me the fuck alone, Ben! Itâs over 100 degrees, the fucking air conditioner isnât working right, and I have a damn headache. I donât need your bullshit too! Go cook your own damn dinner.â You shouted as you slammed your shared bedroom door. âWoman, you have some nerve speaking to me like that, and donât slam my fucking doors.â He growled as he pushed open the door. âYOUR doors?!?! Fuck you, Ben! I thought this was our place? At least thatâs what you said when you begged me to move in here. I guess your true colors are showing arenât they?â âI didnât beg you to do shit. Iâm Soldier Boy, I donât need to beg for anything, food, drugs, pussy. I get what I want when I want it, doll.âÂ
Your eyes went wide when he said that. You can handle his puffed up ego, his occasional drug use, even though itâs not as bad as it used to be, hell you can even handle his occasional misogynist views, but you couldnât handle him talking about being with other women. The thought of him with another woman now just broke your fucking heart.Â
The two of you had been together for about a year and a half. You two decided to move in together about six months ago. Most of the time it was fine. There were however days like today when everything hit a boiling point. You loved Ben and you knew he loved you. Sometimes he forgot you were in his corner and he would lash out at you, and sometimes you would forget he couldnât help the way he is and you would push his buttons.Â
You sat down on your shared bed and a single tear rolled down your face. âI need you to leave me alone right now. My head is hurting and I think we both have said some things we will regret later.â You spoke softly. Ben started to protest but was still pissed. He grumbled something under his breath and stormed out of the room.Â
You heard the front door slam and you crumbled. You laid in your bed and cried until your head hurt worse and you fell asleep from exhaustion. You werenât sure what time it was when you woke up. It was dark in the room and the sound of the front door shutting woke you up. You sat up in bed when you heard Benâs voice and what sounded like another voice.Â
You looked over and saw it was after 2 in the morning. You made your way out of the bedroom and down the dark hallway. You froze halfway down the hall when you heard two female voices and Benâs. âOh Soldier Boy, I want to show you how much I appreciate your service to our country.â One of them said. âI want to see if I can handle a big supe like you.â The other one said. You rounded the corner and found two, very young, very hot women hanging on Ben, who was dressed in his Soldier Boy uniform.Â
You made eye contact with Ben as tears pricked your eyes. How could he betray you by doing this? Youâve given him everything, given up everything to be with him. The women saw you and were startled. âWhoâs she?â One of them asked. Ben looked at you with a strange look in his eye and said âSheâs nobody important.â Your mouth fell open and your heart shattered. The two women giggled and you turned to walk back to the bedroom. Ben knew what he was doing was wrong. He loved you but he was pissed, hurt even.Â
Once in your room you grabbed a bag and started putting things in it. You hoped Ben would come to the room and beg you not to go, but he stayed in the living room with them. You heard giggles and squeals. Each one was like a knife to your heart. Ben was tough, but he was playful, loving and kind too. You finished packing some stuff and walked out of the room. You stopped long enough to see the women kissing Ben and rubbing on his body. You felt sick.Â
Ben saw you with your bags. As you got to the door you turned around and said âGoodbye Ben, I love you.â Closing the door you sobbed all the way to your car.Â
You drove to one of the closet hotels and checked in. Once in your room you took a shower and crawled into the bed. You curled into a ball and sobbed. You love Ben, you thought he loved you too. Talks between you two involved talking about the future. Marriage, children, retirement, normal life. When the two of you got together the sex was hard and rough, hot. Now it was softer and more loving. You were afraid this was what drove him into their arms. Was your life with Ben too boring, normal now?Â
As you drifted off to sleep your phone rang. You looked at the screen and it was Ben. You ignored it. He hung up and called back several times. Finally after ten missed calls, and over a dozen texts you finally answered the phone. âWhat do you want, Soldier Boy?â You hissed. Benâs mouth dropped. âBaby, please come home. Iâm sorry. I made them leave. Nothing happened. I promise.â Ben said. âI donât care what you do anymore Soldier Boy, fuck all the bimbos you want. Maybe youâll find one who will suck your cock and cook your dinner all at the same time.â You seethed. âPlease stop calling me Soldier Boy. Itâs not my name, itâs not who I am.â Ben pleaded. âNot who you are anymore? Then why were you in the bar picking up women in it? Oh thatâs right. Women drop their panties for Soldier Boy. How many of them drop their panties for Ben?â You hissed. Venom dripping with each word. âIâm exhausted Ben, Iâm going to sleep. Iâll be by tomorrow for the rest of my things. If youâre still there Iâll be quick so I donât disturb your plans with whoever is there with you. Good night, Ben. I hope you know how much I loved you.â You said quietly. âBaby please donât leave me. Iâm sorry. I love you too.â You could hear his voice crack. You knew he was crying.Â
You hung up and turned your phoneâs ringer off. You cried harder. Your heart was broken. You loved him so much and wanted to marry him. You finally fell asleep. You would make a plan tomorrow morning, right now you just wanted to sleep. A few hours later the phone in your hotel room rang. âHelloâ you answered groggily. âHello, Miss. Y/L/N, this is Sarah at the front desk. There is a man here saying heâs your husband. Heâs very intoxicated and demanding to see you. If you need me to, I can call the police.â She offered. âNo, that wonât be necessary. Iâll be down in a minute.â You sighed and hung up. Grabbing your shoes and robe you made your way down to the lobby.Â
There Ben was. Drunk and just an absolute mess. His hair was all over the place, he was dressed in his t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked like your Ben. Your soft, kind, loving Ben. âWhere is my wife? I know sheâs here. Bring her to me. I need to tell her I fucked up and I love her more than anything. Please, bring her to me. Please.â He collapsed on the ground crying.Â
You walked over to him and touched his shoulder. âBen, honey. Come on, get up. Letâs get you upstairs.â You softly said.Â
Ben looked up at you. His beautiful green eyes were bloodshot and red. From booze and crying. As he stood his big arms went around you pulling you into a tight hug. He started sobbing. âBaby Iâm so sorry. Please donât leave me. I love you. Iâm a fuck up. I know I donât deserve you or a second chance, but please donât leave me. I swear nothing happened with them. I made them leave as soon as you left.â âBen, honey come on. Letâs go to the room. We both need sleep.â You took his arm and led him to the elevator. On the elevator he held you tight. You tried not to melt into his touch, but you couldnât help it.Â
Once in the room you helped remove his shoes and his clothes down to his boxers. You knew he got hot at night so you wanted to make sure he was comfortable. Thank goodness the air conditioner in the room was working, because Ben was a furnace. Sleeping next to him was always hot. You crawled in bed next to him but kept your distance. You wanted to hold him or be held by him but your heart was still broken. Both of you laid in the dark in silence. Then Ben broke the silence.Â
âY/N, I love you. I know I hurt you and I donât expect you to forgive me, but I just need you to know I have never nor would I ever cheat on you. Youâre everything to me and I want to marry you and have children with you. Iâve never wanted anyone like I want you. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. If tomorrow you still want to leave, Iâll help you pack.â He leaned over and kissed your forehead softly. You leaned into his kiss.Â
âBen, I love you too. You broke my heart. Seeing you with those women and you telling them I was nobody important shattered my heart. I saw a future with you. Marriage, children and a happy life. I know you didnât sleep with them. My Ben could never do that. You might be a hothead, but youâre not a cheater. I know that. I donât know what to do. How can I be sure when we get into an argument you won't repeat tonight?â You asked him
Ben sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. He turned and looked at you. âBaby, I will spend the rest of our lives proving to you how much I love you and how much you deserve.â You sat up and cupped his face. âI love you Benji.â You placed a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled you in tighter and kissed you deeper. His hands went to the back of your head and pulled you down to the bed.Â
You moaned and could feel your arousal starting to grow. Ben stopped and looked at you âso beautiful. My beautiful girl.â You blushed and he kissed you again. His lips set your soul on fire and his touch drove you wild. He pulled at the hem of your shirt and you leaned up helping him remove your shirt. Your bra was already off so your bare breasts were exposed to the cool air in the room. Your nipples grew hard with every touch of Benâs fingers. His lips trailed down your neck and to your collarbone. One of his calloused hands grabbed your breast and his lips sucked on the other. You tilted your head back and moaned his name. âMmm, Ben. Please take me now.â You moaned.Â
Ben hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants and pulled them down along with your panties. You lifted your hips to help him take them off. You could see his arousal in his boxers and you bit your lower lip. Ben was large and thick. He was bigger than any other man youâd been with. When you first started sleeping together his length and girth hurt, but now it curled your toes. Ben stood beside the bed and removed his boxers, letting his hard length spring free.Â
âYou ready sweetheart?â Ben asked seductively. You shook your head yes. Not trusting your own voice. âWords, baby girl. Use your words.â Ben said. âYes, Ben. Please. I need you.â You moaned. Ben climbed on the bed and parted your legs with his. He kissed up your thighs stopping at your dripping wet folds. He used his calloused fingers to separate them, feeling the wetness and heat. He swiped his fingers over your swollen clit and you moaned, bucking your hips. âDonât tease me, Ben.â you moaned. âSo needy, arenât you sweetheart.â He grinned.Â
Ben pumped himself a few times before lining his swollen cock to your dripping wet entrance. He slowly pushed in, you both gasped. You bucked your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist trying to push him in. He took the hint and bottomed out deep inside. âOh Ben!â You gasped and dug your nails in his biceps. He smirked and pulled almost out before thrusting in again. Each thrust, each moan pushed you closer to the release you were chasing. Ben leaned back, took his thumb and started to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly and pushed yourself into his thumb. âPlay with yourself baby. I want to feel you cum on my cock. Squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy.â Ben whispered in your ear.Â
You reached your hand between the two of you and started rubbing your swollen clit. Ben grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. He started to pick up the pace as he was helping you chase your release, he was chasing his too. âBen..Iâm..close..Iâm gonna..â âCum for me sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.â Ben urged. âOh fuck! BEN!!â You screamed his name as you came hard and your walls clenched around his cock. Ben stopped his thrusts and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You cumming like you did almost made him cum too.Â
He leaned back up, kissing your lips as he got back in position. He began thrusting in you again. You could tell he was close. His movements became more determined and deeper. Your nails dug into his large biceps and your fingers danced lightly over his toned chest. This man was a god among men and he was all yours. A single tear slipped out of your eye. You werenât sad, in that moment as you were looking up into his green eyes you knew he meant what he said. He loved you and he wanted only you. Looking deep in his eyes you whispered âI love you, my Benji. Always and forever.âÂ
Ben leaned down and captured your lips with his. The kiss was soft and full of love. âI love you too, my y/n/n, Always and forever.â His thrust began to get sloppy and you knew he was close. âCum Ben, please cum in me. Fill me up with your seed. Put a baby in me.â You said breathlessly. That turned Ben on more than you realized. He growled and started to thrust harder. Then with one final thrust he came hard with a loud grunt. You could feel him coat your womb with his seed. As he finished he pulled out. A little of his cum seeped out of your used pussy.Â
Ben went to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. Once you were both clean he tossed it to the side and pulled you close. He kissed your head and both of you let out a contented sigh. âI love you so much, Y/N.â âI love you too, Ben. Letâs enjoy this cool air and get some much needed sleep.â You said as you yawned. âI agree, but answer me one question before we go to sleep.â He sat up. âSure, Ben, what is it?â You asked, closing your eyes. âWill you marry me?â Ben asked. Your eyes opened wide and you sat up. âWhat?!?â âI want you to marry me. Will you marry me?â Ben questioned again. You sat shocked. âBen, I would love nothing more than to marry you.â You replied and smiled. He pulled you into a kiss and both of you laid down.Â
You placed your head on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. His arms were wrapped around you and he was letting his fingers draw delicate patterns on your skin. You felt safe in his arms. Regardless of everything that happened today, you knew he loved you and you loved him. You understood that sometimes we all can get just a bit cranky.Â
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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader
Summary: One of the most talked about gossips among the lower class servants in Kings Landing is the fact (or not) that Aemond Targaryen got involved with his cousin Y/n Targaryen when they were both teenagers. Mainly due to the fact that at the age of 17 she was sent to Old Town overnight. Some employees claim that Aemond was caught between her legs. Some say that, like her father, she had had a horrible fight with her uncle and uncle and was sent away. And other than that none of this happened, she just became interested in the course offered at the Old Town conservatory. But now five years later, Y/n Targaryen is back, and rumors haunt those who favor them.
This chapter is a part of a main story The gossip, you can find the previous chapter, summary and general tags by accessing the link.
Summary of the chapter: The birthday party brings much more than imagined, and after a completely crazy night comes the next morning. The breakfast? Gossips!
Warnings of the chapter: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, slight codependency, no description for reader.
A/N: I hope you like the new chapter, I'm very happy and grateful for all the dear people who commented on the previous chapter, thank you very much, your comments inspire me! Comments and suggestions are welcome đ
Word count: 7,500 k
"Good morning Kings landing, it seems that the birthday party of our dearest Cece Lanister was the event of the year. From what our columnists heard, Y/n Targaryen attended her former friend's party, but apparently she didn't stay for long Did our beloved Targaryen's time in Old Town change her that much?"
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The flavor of seven tea house was packed as always for breakfast. At a table further away, sitting with her cell phone in her hand and visibly impatient, was Floris Baratheon.
-I haven't been able to talk to Aemond since last night. - Floris commented in the group of friends in annoyance.
-He dropped you off at home? - Nia asked, curving her eyebrows.
-No, he disappeared in the middle of the party, I know he doesn't like this type of event, but he must have had a good reason to leave without warning. - She commented with a frown on her forehead, looking at the cell phone display while the group's friends looked at each other.
-What's it? - She asked when she saw the expressions on their faces.
-I don't know, Floris, don't you think it's strange that he disappeared in the middle of the party yesterday, right after she returned? - Pia said, slightly biting her lips in apprehension.
-She who? - Floris asked rolling her eyes.
-Y/n Targaryen.
-Time please. - She rolled her eyes even more deeply and spoke in a mocking voice. - Are you believing the gossip from the servants now?
-I don't know if it's just gossip.
-They are cousins ââJane. Cousins.
-Yes, just as her father is Laena Valaryon's cousin and the two are married in Pentos.
-Look, his mother assured me that this was all just malicious gossip spread by servants who have nothing better to do.
Everyone raised their eyebrows at the prospect that she had asked Aemond's mother about the matter.
-Flo I don't know, this whole story is very strange. Do you remember your school days? The two of them were always together and had those strange looks at each other. - Jane said a little unbelieving.
-Okay, that's enough. - Floris protested irritably with her friends. - Aemond doesn't have anything to do with his cousin!
-Okay, we won't say anything else. - Elyrio said, raising both hands in surrender. - But you have to admit that it is strange.
-Do you want to know? I have to go, my dad needs me at the company today. - Floris picked up her own coffee and phone from the table and left, slightly tense, and Jane thought she saw the name Alicent in the phone book on Floris' cell phone before her friend left.
-You know what people say about why she went to Old Town. - After Floris left, Elyrio continued with a mischievous smile while wagging his eyebrows. - It looks like she was sent away because his mother caught them playing doctor in his room.
-I donât know, but from what they say he was the gynecologist. - Lion blurted out in an even more malicious voice.
-How do you know about that? - Jane asked with wide eyes.
-We can't be sure, but the Targaryens' gardener is the brother of our family's cook. - Elyrio continued the conversation excitedly. - And from what we heard her talking to the other employeesâŠ
-It's not just rumors. - Lion concluded for his brother.
-That's so low, even for you guys - Nia rolled her eyes at the two brothers with a look of disbelief. - Aemond and Floris like each other.
-Oh please, has anyone ever seen Aemond kissing Floris? - Jane rolled her eyes as she said while drinking some of her own iced tea. - Whenever he's around he has that disgusted look on his face, it looks like someone put a rotten fish under his snobbish nose.
-I think it's just his way. - Nia defended, curving her eyebrows. - The family is all kind of weird after all, what with the royal descent thing and everything.
-Helaena Targaryen is not like that, I saw her picking up trash on the beach last week. -Lion smiled when he said that, but not in the malicious way he did when he talked about Aemond and Y/n.
-Helaena doesn't count. - Jane intervened at the same moment. - The girl is sweeter than any other human being that has ever walked the earth, I don't even know if she is even human.
-Have you spoken to Aegon yet? - Elyrio asked with an incredulous look as he moved his own coffee straw with his fingertips. - He makes you think that we have returned to the time of conquest and that everyone around must obey and serve him.
-But you guys forget that Aemond wasn't always like this. - Lion dragged the conversation back to Aemond. - Which brings us to the original subject of this conversation, when we studied KLH together he was all smiles and helpful.
-But only when he was with his dear little cousin. - Elyrio shook his eyebrows mischievously as he drank more coffee, and then looked around before whispering to the others. -Jason Lanister swears that one day he saw him put his hand up her skirt in high school.
-Jai is a liar. - Nia grumbled irritably.
-Well Lin Blackwood said that he once saw a very obscene note in her locker signed with an A at the end. -Jane said while she bit her lower lip.
-Which could mean millions more people. - Nia once again refuted her friends' gossip.
-Okay, but what about that trip to Harrenhall? - Lion said looking Nia in the eyes mockingly. - That the club had a technical problem with the lights and sent everyone out and they were both red and sweaty in that corner?
-We were on a dance floor, everyone was red and sweaty.
-Nia, don't you remember how strange he was after she went to Old Town? - Jane asked, staring at her friend fixedly. - He disappeared from college for over a month and when he came back he had lost weight and wasn't talking to anyone.
-And now he just disappears without answering the night she comes back? - Elyrio concluded hastily, as if gossiping was fuel to make his soul happy.
Pia's look at this point was even more apprehensive, as if she was holding air in her lungs and was going to explode at any moment. Elyrio, realizing this, raised his eyebrows curiously as he looked at his friend.
-Pia. - He hummed her name. - You know something!
-I do not know anything. - She immediately denied it.
-Hurry up! - Lion said, pulling the chair closer to hers. - We tell you what we know, now you have to tell it too!
-Itâs not exactly gossip. - She started, still biting her lip. - Or maybe it is, I don't know. But last night at Cece's party I heard two girls say that they saw Aemond leaving with Y/n and that the two seemed very close.
Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this.
-That doesn't prove absolutely anything. - Nia interrupted. - They are cousins, Aemond could just be giving her a ride.
-Or giving other things. - Lion said smiling while drinking his own coffee. - And from what we know he probably loves giving her rides.
-How mean you are! - Nia grumbled while biting into a pretzel.
-It's not about being mean, it's about being realistic! - Elyrio came to his brother's defense. - There is something very wrong with those two. Even you have to admit it Nia.
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In the Targaryen mansion Alicent paced back and forth as she poked her fingers irritably. First Aemond didn't answer her and now all the calls were going straight to voicemail. She didn't want to accept it, but this could only be the work of that poisonous viper that had entangled itself with her son without her realizing it.
The phone rang and Alicent looked at it expectantly, but the name that appeared on the screen was not what she expected.
Floris.
Alicent's heart froze even more, and with slightly shaking hands she answered the phone, trying to appear calmer than she really was.
-Good morning Mrs Targaryen. - Came the gentle voice on the other end of the line.
-Hello my dear, how can I be of service?
-Do you happen to know where Aemond is? I can't talk to him and I'm already getting worried.
Alicent could feel the irritation in Floris's voice and she knew that just like her, the younger girl might also have her own suspicions.
-Aemond isn't feeling very well. In fact, he hadn't been well since yesterday, he told me he only left home yesterday so he could accompany you. - Alicent lied with a smile on her face.
-Is he at your house?
-Yes. - She confirmed it at the same moment.
-Then I'll come by and see hiâŠ
-No my dear, I think it's better not to. - Alicent interrupted her mid-sentence. - Aemond is sleeping, I gave him some soup and medicine. You can rest assured.
-Are you sure Mrs. Targaryen?
-Absolute. - Alicent's voice left no room for disagreement, and after saying goodbye she hung up her cell phone, even more irritated if possible.
According to Oto told Alicent, Floris Baratheon's importance to Aemond was almost immeasurable if he even wanted to have a chance of succeeding Viserys as CEO of Targaryen Inc. one day. Using the possibility of uniting the two large companies would be a huge advantage over Rhaenyra since she had married and had children with Harwin Strong.
For Alicent, this wasn't as important as making her son forget about Y/n. Her main objective with this relationship was to make Aemond stop thinking about his cousin and not wanting to return to her. He was very reluctant when introduced to Floris, and only agreed to take the initiative when Oto told him it would be great for business.
But Alicent didn't see him talk about her, she didn't see him approach her, she hadn't even seen her son touch the girl for more than a minute. And she knew who was to blame for all this, even if she was miles away.
And now Y/n had been back for less than 24 hours and Aemond had disappeared from the map. Which made Alicent think the worst, her dear son could once again be involved in sinful acts with that little snake.
And after dozens of unanswered calls, an idea flashed through Alicent's head and she quickly dialed the number of the maid who cleaned Aemond and Aegon's apartment.
-Good morning Mrs. Dancil, is my son at his apartment? - She spoke in a sweet voice, but her tone quickly soured when she heard the woman saying that Aemond didn't let her pass the doorstep in the morning.
-He was alone? - She asked in an extremely irritated voice.
-I don't know ma'am, but from what I saw he had just gotten out of the shower.
Alicent hung up the phone without asking any more questions. For the seven, she would like to understand why all her children wanted to destroy their own lives before the gods and before society. Even her sweet and dear Aemond associating with that family destroyer.
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The sun was high outside and entering the room strongly, with everything that had happened Aemond even thought about closing the curtains. The phone's annoying vibration woke him from his deep sleep, and the sunlight made him wake up for good. He reached down and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and read the name on the display.
Mom.
-mmnn. - Aemond just muttered and turned off the cell phone, throwing it on the carpet, once again lost among the discarded clothes.
When he turned to the side he could see her, naked and tangled between the sheets, her hair falling wildly over her face and shoulders, the skin on her neck with bruises forming, her cheeks still red from the slap he had delivered. She still looked so beautiful sleeping, and Aemond knew he would never see a more beautiful sight in his life than that.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong and the two of them shouldn't be together. And the night before Aemond had tried to resist, he really had, but it was impossible. It was one thing for her to be miles away in Old Town, it was another for her in front of him to speak in that melodious voice while she rubbed her own body against his.
And he had missed her so much, missed the moments when he could open his eyes and find her naked body next to his. And with his eyes still full of longing, Aemond took his hand to her waist, leaving soft caresses with his fingertips, going up and down from her hips to the curve of her breasts, outlining her curves with softness and adoration.
Now away from the frenzy of pleasure he paid more attention to the necklace around Y/n's neck. She continued to wear it, even after years, Aemond ran his fingers gently over the pendant, sighing at the memories that came back. Y/n's 16th birthday, the day he gave her that necklace. The day she gave herself completely to him. Aemond could never forget that moment and what he felt that night.
-Aem? - Her sleepy voice came, making him shiver.
-Hey. - He replied with his voice still hoarse from sleep, making Y/n stretch.
She raised her arms, stretching her muscles sore after the previous night, not even bothering to cover herself from Aemond's eyes. He had seen everything there was to see in her so many times, he had no reason to hide anymore.
-Still using it. - He said looking at the pendant between her breasts.
-I never took it off. - Y/n shrugged her shoulders as she took the pendant between her fingers. -It always brought me good memories.
She looked him in the eyes and Aemond felt himself shudder as he grabbed the back of her head and placed a wet kiss on his cousin's lips. Little by little he pulled her more and more into his own lap until Y/n was straddling him while they both kissed each other deeper and deeper, to the point where they almost lost their breath.
Aemond caressed every part of her body he could get his hands on. He touched everything that belonged to him. Squeezing and caressing her soft thighs and ass, going up her waist and squeezing her full breasts, only to then move his hands up to her neck and hair. It was as if Y/n would disappear at any moment, as if she were a fever dream that he needed to enjoy as much as possible before it ended.
Y/n was the same way, it was as if Aemond was water and she had been dying of thirst for a long time. She kissed him and caressed him back with the same desire and the same hunger for affection, running her fingers around her thin waist, caressing his chest, sighing with contentment when she could finally feel him against her again. Running her nails lightly down his back just like she knew he liked, and then tangling her fingers between the long strands of silver hair.
Both were drowning in each other. There was nothing else in the world at that moment, there was no family, responsibilities, scandal, companies, rumors or names to protect. Just them and the overwhelming desire they had for each other.
Aemond gently got up from the bed as he held her tightly against himself and walked towards the bathroom.
-Shower or bathtub? - Aemond spoke against her hair.
-Bathtub. - She sighed against his neck, and Aemond placed her delicately on the bathroom counter to fill the bathtub with hot water. A
After it was almost full he helped Y/n get in and sat behind her hugging her and caressing her belly, waist and breasts.
He slowly wet her hair calmly and gently, as if her hair were strands of the most precious silk, and then slowly washed it. Y/n closed her eyes in contentment, his hands against her skin and scalp, the smell of his shampoo all over the air intoxicating her.
Aemond rinsed her hair, washing away all the foam and leaving a soft kiss on the top of her head as he sighed as he smelled his own scent now completely attached to her. Y/n turned to face him and with a mischievous and sweet smile at the same time, she gently wet Aemond's hair as he closed his eyes.
She then did the same to him, but looking him in the eyes while she did it. She washed and massaged Aemond's hair with affection and devotion, caressing the locks with all the love she could while she felt herself being consumed by his gaze. Aemond felt softened, and knew that if he hadn't been sitting down he would probably fall to the floor at that moment, her soft caresses that he had missed so much leaving him floored. Y/n smiled as she rinsed his hair, feeling the soft, damp strands against her own hand.
Aemond and Y/n bathed each other with care and gentleness. As if one and the other were made of the finest and most delicate porcelain and would break at the slightest hard touch. Their fingers soaped and rinsed each other's skin, hungry for touch, hungry for affection.
And when Aemond touched Y/n in her intimacy she sighed and fell onto his chest in anticipation. He caressed her even more gently in that area, he could feel her wetness against his own fingers, he could feel how much she wanted him. The sweet and soft noises she made made his mind spin, and with a gentle thrust he entered Y/n's interior with his own cock already hard and throbbing for her.
Y/n held onto his shoulders with her head buried in the hollow of Aemond's neck, her eyes firmly pressed as she felt him inside her once again. And taking a deep breath, she moved over him, making some of the water come out of the tub, but neither of them cared. Her movements were firm and slow while Aemond held her tightly around her waist and hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
The two exchanged sweet, soft kisses as they moved against each other full of longing, holding each other tightly as they lost themselves in the frenzy. As the waves of pleasure passed through the body, both movements became stronger. Y/n held him tighter, just as Aemond held her, and they both looked into each other's eyes as they panted and moaned in sweet pleasure and contentment.
Y/n came first, shuddering over Aemond as she felt a wave of pleasure cross her own body and leave all her nerve endings out of control as she collapsed onto Aemond, who came soon after, feeling her cum against his cock, pressing his eyes tightly and pulling her even closer to him in a hot, breathless hug.
The two stayed there, just hugging each other, with Aemond still inside her, both missing each other, wanting to be close to each other for as long as possible, without any barrier separating them.
The water was already cold when the two got up from the tub and walked towards the bedroom again. Aemond dried Y/n's body, admiring every little detail of her, memorizing again every spot, every mark, every line.
Y/n showed off to him without any shame, feeling comfortable under her cousin's watchful and hungry gaze like she didn't feel anywhere else in the world.
And Aemond pulled her towards him again, hugging her tightly to the point that they both felt each other's hearts beating against their chests. He caressed the sides of her body with adoration, as if he needed to make sure it was all real. And when the two let go of the hug, Aemond returned to staring at her body with that same look that was a mixture of love, passion and hunger.
-As much as I love being admired by you, I'm going to need some clothes. - She said, smiling and caressing Aemond's neck with her fingertips.
-I prefer you naked. - He smiled mischievously at her who just kissed his neck.
Aemond gave Y/n a white shirt and watched with a slight smile as she got dressed, then he put on just a pair of black sweatpants and went towards her again.
-Let's eat something? - He asked smiling at Y/n who agreed instantly with a smile.
-I haven't eaten anything since before the party. - She then extended her arms to Aemond with a pout. - My legs are weak, can you carry me?
Aemond just rolled his eyes before picking her up in his arms and lifting her off the ground with ease while Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist.
When he arrived in the kitchen, he placed her on the counter and after a quick kiss on the lips, he went towards the refrigerator, but was interrupted by the incessant ringing of his own cell phone in the room.
-Just give me a minute. - He sighed to Y/n heading towards the bedroom, returning shortly after with his cell phone in one hand and Y/n's silver heels in the other. Aemond smiled and raised his eyebrows as he placed her shoes and his, which had been thrown haphazardly around the room, together on a sideboard near the door.
-Still with an obsession for organization? - She asked, pouting, mocking him.
-Ever. - Aemond approached the counter and bit her lip as he responded, making her sigh.
He looked down at his cell phone and saw hundreds of messages and missed calls, and after that it didn't take long for the doorbell to ring and Aemond looked at the door in confusion, only to remember that the cleaning lady was coming that day.
-Shit. - He went towards the door still wearing only his sweatpants and with his damp hair falling over his shoulders.
-Good morning Mr. Targaryen. - The woman spoke as she was already entering, but Aemond stopped her from going through the door.
-Your services will not be needed today, Mrs. Dancil. - Aemond spoke in a serious voice and before the woman asked questions he continued speaking. - You can take the day off, or clean Aegon's house, whatever you think is best. The woman stared at him blankly as she tried to discreetly look into the apartment through Aemond, and then left without asking any more questions.
After telling the maid to leave, Aemond called the concierge.
-I'm not for anyone today. If anyone asks, tell them that I left for now and haven't come back yet.
Y/n watched him still sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs crossed, biting her lower lip slightly, while Aemond made another call.
-Good morning Mrs. Mayotte. - Aemond spoke in a polite voice. - Reschedule all my appointments today. Reschedule lunch with the supplier, I don't mind. Put the paperwork on Aegon's desk and say that I told him to stop being lazy and work like everyone else. You can say with these words, I guarantee your job. If anyone looks for me, tell them they don't know my whereabouts. - He hung up the phone and threw it onto the living room armchair.
-I enjoyed hearing your business voice. - She said, swinging her legs in the air, jumping off the counter and walking towards Aemond. - You'll have to talk to me like that later.
Aemond rolled his eyes and pulled her towards him by the waist, placing a tender kiss on her lips.
-I'm all yours for the rest of the day. - He murmured against her lips.
-You are always all my Aemond. -She whispered back with a smile as she slowly brushed her own lips against his.
âŠâŠâŠ
After exchanging soft kisses, Aemond and Y/n prepared potato rosti, their favorite food throughout their lives.
-You're doing it wrong Aem. You definitely don't add that amount of onion. - Y/n complained, pulling the knife from his hand.
-And since when did you become a culinary expert? - He raised his eyebrows as he looked at her, pouting.
-Since your parents left me five years ago in a conservatory in Old Town. - She rolled her eyes and left a kiss on his chin. - The septas force us to work. Did you know that?
-It must have been horrible. - Aemond mocked.
-ha, ha, ha, you're hilarious. -Y/n faked a laugh while pouring water into the potato pot. - You wouldn't survive two days in that conservatory, Aemond.
-And why not? - He arched his eyebrows in offense as he put the things he wouldn't need back in the fridge.
-Because you, my dear cousin, are the devil. You don't know how to exchange two words with anyone without ironizing the person in the exact way you are doing now. - She said, looking at him with her hand on her hip. - You would live trapped in some punishment.
-And what did you do? - He looked her up and down as he asked. - Since in my experience you are no angel.
-I pretended to obey. I did what they told me. The conservatory isn't that bad after all, I learned a lot of cool things and the teaching program is really good. - She spoke in a monotonous voice while stirring the pot looking away and Aemond realized that she wasn't comfortable talking about the conservatory at that moment.
-But? - Aemond asked, approaching and holding her by the waist, bringing her towards him.
-Don't be cocky. - Y/n rolled her eyes more comfortably while biting Aemond's lower lip and pulling it lightly with her teeth.
-I didn't say anything. - His ironic look said it all.
-I really missed you. - She confessed, looking at him in that way that made Aemond's heart hurt. - Not just having sex, of everything. Being able to talk and stay by your side. You're my best friend Aem, it was horrible being without you.
-I missed you too. - He said putting a lock of her hair back. - Every day.
Suddenly Y/n's gaze changed and when she looked at Aemond again the heat was gone, and now pure anger burned in its place. With the memory of why she went to Cercei Lanister's party.
-Well it wasn't what it seemed since according to all the gossip magazines in the city you should announce your engagement at any moment. - Y/n's voice was hateful when she said that, as if the words were bitter in her mouth.
-What? No! - Aemond opened his eyes wide in shock. - Me and Floris are definitely not getting engaged.
-So there is a you and Floris? - She arched her eyebrows ironically.
-Y/n I don't like Floris, my grandfather and her father think that uniting us could be good for business⊠- Aemond held her by the shoulders while he said this, as if he was afraid that she would evaporate into thin air, or run away .
-I know you don't like her because you love me. -Y/n's eyes burned with anger as she spoke as she pointed at herself. - But Aemond, if you let that bitch touch youâŠ
-Y/n.. - Aemond started to speak but was immediately interrupted.
-And don't you dare lie to me! - She practically growled. - If you let her put her hands on you I will never let you touch my body again and I will kill that bitch and I will feel pleasure from it. -She held Aemond by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes as she spoke, and he could see the jealousy burning through the surface.
-You know I would never let someone else touch me. - Aemond hissed offended, as if the mere idea of ââbeing touched by someone other than Y/n disgusted him. - We promised this to each other.
-I told you yesterday that I haven't slept with anyone else since you left! -Aemond placed his palms against the sides of her face as he spoke, looking into her eyes.
-No, you didn't say it! - Y/n moved a few centimeters away from him and the irritation in her voice was palpable.
-I think the fact that I came inside you in less than ten minutes in a coat closet in the middle of a party says a lot about it. - Aemond rolled his eyes and threw his head back in annoyance.
-Do you swear? - She questioned him, looking at him with that needy look that made Aemond want to move all the mountains in the world for her, and hypnotized, he approached her again before answering her. - You swear you didnât touch her the way you touch me?
-With all my heart. - He said, carefully stroking her hair. - I was only with you, just as we promised that night.
-I'm sorry for acting crazy. - She sighed looking at her own bare feet. - But just thinking that that bitch could have put her hands on you makes meâŠ
-I am yours. - Aemond interrupted her by placing her hand over his heart. - Only yours.
-That's just business and company stuff. My mother and grandfather think that if I marry Floris Baratheon I can be chosen as CEO in Rhaenyra's place in the future.
-Marry? - Y/n asked in disbelief and Aemond could see her eyes suddenly shine with tears. - This is what you want? - She asked, looking into his eyes, trying to get away from him again and Aemond could see the feeling of betrayal in her eyes. - Marry Floris Baratheon and become CEO?
-No! - He denied it immediately as he pulled her back towards him, surprising even himself for not caring about anything else other than making her believe him. - I want you, Y/n, only you.
â Do you swear? - She asked, but now with an irritated voice.
-I swear! - He growled against her face without excitement.
-Then end this lie, because I won't share you! - Y/n practically growled as she held Aemond's face tightly between her hands. - She's the other one and not me, she was the one who arrived later trying to steal you from me.
Aemond agreed and kissed her on the lips, he could feel the possessiveness in her kiss, the way she pulled his hair and bit his lips, pulling him more and more towards her, as if she was hungry, as if she needed to prove that he was of hers.
-Give me a week to resolve everything. - He said breathlessly with his forehead touching hers after breaking the kiss. - I promise you that within a week I will get rid of it.
-You're lucky that I love you. - She rolled her eyes and left a kiss on his chin.
After the discussion, the two decided not to talk about Floris Baratheon anymore that day, and after eating they went towards the living room and lay down together on the biggest sofa. The familiarity of it all made Aemond feel like Y/n had left for Old Town five days ago and not five years ago. At that moment nothing mattered to him, the only thing that existed was him and Y/n, how good it was to be by her side and how he wanted to stay that way forever.
-I haven't eaten this since you left. - He said, stroking Y/n's hair gently, and she just smiled and looked at him through her eyelashes, but now in a really innocent way, just love in her eyes. - It felt wrong without you here.
Y/n caressed Aemond's face and ran her hand down the long strands of hair that were now loose.
-You didn't finish telling me how things are here yesterday. - She said caressing his face. - How is Helaena? I wish I had seen her yesterday.
-She has a huge project to save the turtles in Black Water Bay. - He spoke affectionately. - Our father decided to finance it, and now no one can bring disposable objects to the beach anymore. Apart from all the supervision of the beach during breeding periods.
-That's totally like Hel. - Y/n smiled as she imagined her cousin making her dreams of caring for endangered animals come true.
-Speaking of reproduction. - Aemond said, turning to face her and Y/n smiled mischievously. - Were you serious or not last night?
-I was just teasing you. - She rolled her eyes playfully, making herself better comfortable in his lap. - I know you get all crazy and possessive about this pregnancy thing, and I like it when you get like that, I missed it. - Y/n murmured rubbing her lips against his neck.
Aemond felt a mix of relief and disappointment, he knew she was probably joking, but the idea of ââhaving a part of him and her mixed together forever made his insides vibrate with joy.
-I want to have a child with you. - He said looking into her eyes and giving her a soft kiss on the lips - You know that.
-Yes, you've been saying that since we were 16 years old. - She smiled melancholic with some memories while steadied herself on his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes. - I will give you a son, as soon as you marry me as we agreed.
-We're getting married. I promise you. - He said, squeezing her hips and smiling, that same look of pure adoration that he always had when he looked at her making Y/n's heart melt. - Nothing changed.
-I believe in you. - She kissed him softly. - And speaking of children, how is JaeJae?
-Aegon takes him to work almost every day. - Aemond rolled his eyes, laughing. - To be honest, his secretary has more work to do with Jaehaerys than with paperwork.
-He must have grown so much. - She said, leaning her head on Aemond's chest and smiling, remembering her younger cousin.
-Last week I went to get a report from Aegon's desk and he was sleeping on the couch while Jaehaerys made paper airplanes with the pages of the reports and threw them around the room. - Aemond grumbled, laughing lightly while stroking Y/n's hair.
It was a scandal when Aegon impregnated a model three years older when he was 17. Alicent almost died upon receiving the news, and then almost killed Aegon. Y/n got chills just remembering that day, Aegon running around the house with Alicent behind him throwing things and slapping wherever he could reach.
-How is your mother's mood about this? - Y/n's voice suddenly became slightly tense.
-Oddly enough, she's not so mad anymore. She only hits Aegon twice a week now, if he reduces the amount of alcohol he consumes it could be as much as one slap every Friday. - Aemond tried to lighten the mood by talking about Alicent as he felt Y/n's body become rigid with the subject.
Y/n couldn't help but laugh, her aunt always scared her a little by being very strict, but nothing too serious until that terrible night five years ago. Before that, she was too focused on Aegon to fight too much with her, Aemond, Helaena or Daeron.
-What about Daeron?
-She's still in denial, but she stopped threatening to send him to Old Town with you.
Y/n rolled her eyes, Daeron was gay and Alicent was a crazy, controlling mother who followed the faith of the seven diligently. A combination that would hardly go well.
-First of all, this is archaic, secondly, why was I the only one who ended up in old town? - She looked at him indignantly, making Aemond laugh. - You fucked me, Daeron is Gay, Aegon is Aegon. Why was I the only one who ended up in Old town? That's not fair!
-My mother got it into her head that you are a poisonous viper sent by your father to destroy her children. - Aemond said while looking at the ceiling.
-Why is everything that goes wrong in this family always blamed on my father? -Y/n questioned indignantly, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain knowing that was what her aunt thought of her.
-Because your father is your father. He's completely crazy, you can blame hundreds of things on him if you try hard enough. - Aemond stated, rubbing his nose against her neck as he smelled his own scent mixed with hers.
-And Rhaenyra? - Y/n changed her focus when remembering her cousin.
-If we are going to talk about my older sister I will need to call a family therapist. - He spoke in a monotonous voice against her neck and Y/n laughed in a nasal way.
-Rhaenyra isn't that bad. She would bring chocolate every time she came to visit. - Y/n smiled at the memory, the expensive chocolates that her old cousinbrought always caused fights between her and the other cousins, everyone always wanted to choose first, but she and Aemond always shared theirs. And like a frenzy, Y/n's eyes lit up with an idea.
-Let's have hot cocoa. - She said suddenly excited and Aemond arched his eyebrow looking at the radiant summer sun that came through the window.
-It must be about 30 degrees outside.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she got up and walked towards the thermostat, lowering the air conditioning temperature even further, making Aemond laugh slightly as he laid his head on the back of the sofa.
-Okay, now we will have a pleasant 15° degrees of autumn for a hot cocoa. - She smiled at him, already going towards the kitchen to prepare the hot chocolate while Aemond went towards the bedroom without warning.
When Y/n lifted her head again she saw in his hands a worn navy blue blanket with silver embroidery and couldn't help but give a bright smile as she felt his eyes handling it.
-I can't believe you kept that.
-It's the hot cocoa blanket. - Aemond shrugged smiling and Y/n kissed his cheek as she was flooded with memories. Shortly after Y/n moved in with her aunt and uncle, they went to Driftmark for a weekend to visit Rhaenys, the place was beautiful, but it was cold like Y/n had never felt before. Y/n always thought Rhaenys looked like a hawk, had a smart look and didn't miss anything, but after that weekend she discovered that the woman could be very sweet and affectionate too.
Especially when she covered Y/n and Aemond with that same blanket and made two large cups of hot chocolate for them. And when they left she said they could take the blanket since it was very cold and they both liked it so much.
From then on, the two always drank hot cocoa together when the weather got cold, and they always did it under that blanket that was now old and worn out.
After the chocolate was ready the two sat back down on the sofa covering themselves while they enjoyed the hot drink and smiled at each other, both exchanged soft and warm kisses while caressing each other affectionately.
-I missed you. - Aemond whispered while rubbing his nose against hers, warming Y/n's heart, after they both finished the chocolate.
-I'm never leaving again. - She promised rubbing his nose back. - I promise.
The two were snuggled under the blanket, with Y/n still on top of Aemond as he slowly stroked her scalp as he knew it made her soften.
-How it was? - Aemond finally gained enough courage to ask in a melancholy voice, but almost in a whisper. - Your time in Old town? Do you want to talk about it?
-I hope I never have to go back there again. - She sighed, placing her hand on Aemond's chest. - I learned a lot of things at the conservatory, the teaching schedule there is incredible. - She spoke as if she needed to justify this part so it wouldn't seem so bad.
-But the rest was terrible, we are not allowed to access the Internet in the conservatory, so no chance of any attempt to contact us. -Her voice sounded sad as she played with her fingers looking down. - No movies or series. And books only those pre-approved by the septas.
Aemond arched his eyebrow, sighing and pulling her closer to him. Y/n always loved watching TV more than anyone he knew, to the point where he knew the programming of his favorite channels by heart when they were younger.
-The diet was also very restricted, only healthy foods from a menu prepared by a nutritionist and pre-approved by the septas. No cookies, chocolates, soda and things like that. - She continued speaking and Aemond felt his heart ache when he saw y/n with her shoulders slumped and a sad look on her face.
-I really missed chocolate. - She gave a slight smile, but still with a sad look.
-We'll buy all the chocolate you want as soon as we leave the house. -He spoke seriously, looking at her, making Y/n smile softly as she laid her head again on his chest.
-There are so many rules that I think in five years I haven't memorized them all. - She rolled her eyes. - In the first few days I fought back, didn't obey and thought I was going to get out of there. But it got easier when I just started pretending to obey. - Y/n sighed against Aemond's chest, hugging him. -At least they didn't give me excessive work as punishment anymore.
-They wanted me to stay, take the oaths and become a septa. - Y/n lifted her head from Aemond's chest and looked into his eyes. - But I could never do such a thing. Not when I thought about you every day and the moment when I would be of age and could return.
He gently pulled her by the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair and kissed her with love and sweetness letting out a sigh when they separated.
Aemond's heart hurt hearing Y/n say all those things, knowing what she had to endure to be there again, his beautiful girl deserved much more than being trapped in a place like that. And Aemond promised himself that he would never let anyone take her away from him again.
-There wasn't a day that went by that my heart didn't burn and cry out for your presence. - He stroked her cheeks lovingly using his fingertips. - You are like a sparkle of love and joy in my life.
The smile that appeared on Y/n's lips when she heard him say those words almost took his breath away, and he knew that no one would ever make him feel that same feeling.
Y/n was like a vice for Aemond. And away from the exhibition he managed, at least for a while, to pretend to everyone around him that he wasn't completely and utterly addicted to it. And now entangled with his cousin again, he knew there would be no second chance. His body and mind had already been exposed again, and he was too high on her to make any decision other than being together forever.
He had made his choice when he took her home again and ran away from all obligations just to be there, with her body pressed against his, and Aemond knew that this time he would be strong enough, he wouldn't let anyone separate them.
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Hi! I hope you're doing okay!
I have a request if you don't mind.
I go so silent when im owerwhelmed. To the rate its so hard for me talk. I wont be able to join to the conversation even if i really want to. At those days, i just need some cuddles and affection.
What if reader just comes back to home and the character is just laying on the couch and reader lays on top of then without saying anything, just listening to their heartbeat? Can i request it with scara, albedo, kazuha, venti and whoever you want to add?
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characters; Scaramouche, Albedo, Venti, Kazuha, gn reader
cw/tw; talks of low mood and anxiety, hurt/comfort
word count; 500+ for each
notes; Hi, thank you so much for this request, sorry it took so long, it just takes forever to get my inspiration going nowadays. I hope youâre still here to enjoy this <3 itâs been stuck in wip hell but itâs finally here now, enjoy. (If some people want to, Iâll see if I can do a part 2 with some other characters. Iâm thinking Wriothesley and Neuvillette. Let me know what you think.)
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Scaramouche
âHey, are you even listening?â
Tired eyes move up towards the small crowd of people around you, focusing on the unimpressed pair of eyes burning their gaze into you. Your hand is idly tapping your pen against the empty piece of paper in front of you, but it quickly stops the second you feel the suffocating feeling in your chest from your entire table watching your every move.
âSorry.â You apologise quietly, only to turn your head away from your classmate, who just scoffs at your haphazard reply and continues on with whatever they were talking about, their jargon falling on deaf ears.
If you were being honest, you could care less about the topic of the conversation.
Today was just one of those days where you felt that heavy feeling in your head, that light fluttering in your stomach. It felt like something was wrong, but nothing had happened to make you like this. Nothing in the typical sense, anyway. No event to trigger such a reaction, not even a snide whisper about you that caught your attention - nothing. You just felt, to sum it up in one word, overwhelmed.
Silently, you slipped out of your seat and snuck away when the conversation had moved on from your strange behaviour, the feeling all consuming at this point. When you were alone, there was only one thought in your mind: find him.
There were a lot of people who didnât even bother to try to find out his name, only giving him a simple nickname due to his peculiar style. But not you. No, you were the odd one out, the only one in the entire Akademiya who sought out the company of the sharp-tongued vagrant. Perhaps you were the only one who could understand the true meaning of his biting remarks, the only one who knew just how understanding he could be.
He wasnât in the lecture today, or anywhere in the Akademiya. That wasnât too much of an issue. He had told you where you could find him if you really needed him (âor whateverâ, you recall him mumbling as his violet eyes shied away from yours, rose blooming so delicately on his porcelain cheeks).
So your feet moved on their own, stumbling along until you came to a quiet opening in the surrounding mountains of Sumeru. And there he was, perched on the edge of the hill that was overlooking the scenery of the entire city - a silent protector. He looked serene, calm in the gentle glow of the sunbeams shining down on the peak of the rocky formation. Maybe it would be best not to disturb him - you couldnât even remember the last time he looked so at peace with the world.
You took a step back. A branch snapped noisily under your foot, causing the wanderers head to whip around to face you. His brief look of surprise is quickly replaced with his usual look of indifference.
âOh, itâs you.â He sounded bored, but not aggravated by your presence. This was a good sign for him. But when you didnât respond, the blank look on his face shifted as he raised an eyebrow at your lack of response. âWell? Spit it out. What do you want?â He prompted again, albeit a little harshly.
But no matter how much you wanted to tell him why you were there, no words would leave your mouth. It was like your lips were just sealed shut.
Instead, you just sat down beside him, your fingers dancing with one another in your lap. Your lips moved, shaping the words that wanted to come out, but no sound accompanied them. A heavy sigh left your lips, already feeling defeated with not being able to do one simple thing right today.
Luckily, you didnât need to. With an exhale of breath that matched your own, you heard the rustling of fabric by your side as the puppet opened his arms for you.
âCome here.â He ordered in a soft voice, his eyes avoiding your own. When you didnât respond immediately, obviously in complete surprise with what you were witnessing, he grumbled something under his breath, too quiet for you to understand. Red began to bleed through his white skin, his teeth gritting together before he spoke again. âI donât have all day. Now come here before I change my mind.â
Soon, his arms were around you, wrapping you up in his comforting embrace when you finally shuffled towards him. And here, nothing could hurt you, not while all you had to focus on was his fingers rubbing deep, comforting circles in your back. His chin rested atop of your head, mainly to hide the gentleness present in his features as he held you close to his chest. If only he had a heart, just so you could listen to the gentle pounding of it against his chest whenever he touched you. Instead, you heard a soft breeze right next to your ear, flowing in time with the pulsing light of his vision with each time his chest raised to take a breath.
There were no words exchanged between the two of you, only the sweet sounds of birds chirping, and that same gentle breeze that surrounded the both of you while you stayed in one another's arms.
Venti
The door swung open with a loud crash against the wall, a cheerful laugh accompanying the startling sound. âOh, Windblume! Are you home?â The melodic voice of the bard sang out through his shared home of his partner.
Silence.
This did not deter him, however, as he hummed a quiet tune to himself as he set the freshly picked apples along large bottle of dandelion wine on the table, his hands going to his hips as he listened for the tell-tale sound of your soft footsteps or the sweet cadence of your voice. But once again, the young man was met with an eerie quietness.
âHuh. Guess theyâre not home.â Viridescent eyes scan their surroundings before landing on a small note hidden away in the corner of the room, neatly placed on the very desk you had been working at so tirelessly these past few days.
âAt Windrise.â
Oh. So it was one of those days. No matter, he knew exactly what to do when you werenât feeling your best. After quickly grabbing a couple of apples from the large bag he had carried home, he was already on his way to come find you.
And find you he did, sat alone underneath the towering tree with your head in your hands, looking devoid of any positive emotions. Even in the embrace of the winds of freedom, you still felt tied down from the thoughts swarming in your head. The gentle wind around you playfully tussled your hair, but it did very little to quell the storm raging inside of you, its thunder petrifying. There was a rustle above you in the leaves of the great tree, a few fluttering down to gently graze against your cheeks, like nature's soft kisses. And then a head emerged from them, a wide smile on the owner's face.
âHello there!â Venti greeted with his signature wink, his twin tails swaying in the wind, his forehead exposed from hanging upside down from the branch. You couldnât help but smile at the sight, your hand reaching out to carefully pull a few stray leaves out of his hair. He swung himself with his legs to press a kiss against your cheek, an airy laugh coming from him before he finally hopped down to take his place next to you. âI brought you something, but it might be a little bruised now.â
The bard giggled sheepishly before pulling out one of the apples he had grabbed earlier, throwing it up in the air for you to catch. Your hands cradled the ripe fruit, treating it as a precious treasure before you brought it up to your lips for a bite. A sigh left your lips from the sweet taste coating your tastebuds, the flavour almost sinful. But how could it be with the god who gave it to you right by your side? No, this was heavenly. Paradise was in your hand, and you couldnât help but take another bite, showing off a thankful smile towards your partner who was already tucking into his own.
You expected him to speak, to fill the air with jokes or light hearted chatter. However, the only thing that made any noise right now was the petals of the nearby asters and the tweeting of songbirds. The archon beside you was quiet, waiting for you to speak first. And if you didnât feel up to talking, that was okay too. He was going to be by your side, no matter how you felt. Much like the wind he commanded, he would always be with you, even on your bad days. No words were exchanged between the two of you. Instead, your head leaned closer to his until your cheek was pressed up against his shoulder, a deep sigh leaving your lips. But this time, it was filled with content instead of your previous anxiety. Ventiâs hand that wasnât holding his own apple gently cradled your head, his fingers lightly threading through your soft hair.
âMy dear Windblume, youâve worked so hard.â He finally spoke, his soft cheek resting lightly against the top of your head, like the softest of feathers.
âDonât be afraid⊠Iâm here.â
Kazuha
It had been a long day.
A fight with the endless stacks of paper at your desk had left you feeling drained, the walls of your bedroom feeling almost like a prison instead of a sanctuary for dreams and comfort. Your hands trembled as you re-read the few scarce sentences that you had managed to write down, only for them to curl into tight fists around the delicate piece of paper. What does it matter? It barely made sense anyway.
You needed out of this room. Shaky legs pulled your body out of your solitude, into the fresh air and tall grass that brushed against the back of your legs. You werenât quite sure what led you to this meadow. Perhaps it was just an inexplicable pull you felt that was dragging you towards something more enchanting than the dull surroundings of a desk and barely functioning pen - something more warm, more comforting.
There, sitting in the middle of this peaceful field of flowers, he sat.
Eyes closed, with a serene smile painted on his gentle face, his silvery wisps of hair blowing softly in the winds - much like the swaying stalks of emerald around him. And once those eyes fluttered open to reveal the rubies underneath, you could feel the very air in your throat catch. That smile you admired only widened when his gaze set on you.
âFancy seeing you here. Care to join me?â Kazuha spoke, his bandaged hand extended towards your own. You felt guilty intruding on such a peaceful moment like this, but when he was looking at you like that, inviting you to spend time with him⊠Well, how could you possibly refuse? Your hand connected with his own, a gentle tug leading to you seating yourself next to him. Instead of letting go of your hand, or letting his touch linger on your skin for a moment, he interlocked his fingers with your own. His side brushed against your own, your smile slowly but surely mirroring his own curled lips. Silence curled its invisible arms around the two of you, wrapping you up in comforting tranquillity, only found with the closest of companions.
A soft exhale left the man beside you, his body leaning backwards to lay against the ground, his gaze fixated on the clouds above.
âHere.â He whispers, patting the space underneath you to encourage you to join him. âLay with me. Let your troubles float away with the drifting clouds.â
Carefully, you also laid back, with your hand still intertwined with his own and your other one resting on top of your stomach.
It wasnât long before you found yourself under his arm, nestled up against his side with your cheek pressing up gently against his chest. His fingers gently began to run through your hair, his movements idle, his soul at peace - as well as yours.
âYou donât have to talk about what is troubling you, dove. But if you ever need to talk to me, or perhaps, if you just want me to be with you - then you need only ask.â The wandering prince spoke, his soothing movements unchanging. âOr just come find me if you feel like you canât. Your presence is never a bother.â He chuckles softly, holding you closer to his side, his head leaning against your own.
âI promise⊠Youâll never have to go through anything alone, as long as Iâm by your side.â
Albedo
The gentle clinking of glass echoes around the room as a solitary alchemist works in silence. Concentration is etched onto his porcelain face, his lips drawn in a straight line as his gaze fixates on the bubbling liquid inside the flask he was holding in a gentle grasp. He raises an eyebrow, however, when a figure starts to form in the reflection. In the distorted mirroring of the glass, he could make out a pair of saddened eyes staring longingly at him, yet silence persisted in the room. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasnât just hallucinating - hours alone with various fumes and chemicals did have those side effects, after all. When he concluded he was in fact not deluding himself, he lowered the container carefully and turned around to face the one who had been waiting patiently behind him to finish analysing the results of his experiments.
This was a sight he wasnât unfamiliar with. It wasnât the first time he had seen you look so downcast. But rarely did you ever seek him out during these moods of yours, especially while he was working. This was⊠Unusual. It mustâve been quite serious.
He waited for you to speak, to tell him whatever was on your mind, but no words came. Instead, your eyes refused to meet his own, almost as if you were guilty for disturbing him or bothering him with your presence. But to Albedo, you could never be a bother - your very existence filled him with elation, even if he seldom expressed that notion towards you with words. At least his actions told you otherwise.
âIs there something I can help you with?â He inquired carefully, making sure not to push you too much. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, a few stutters of some quiet words he couldnât quite make out. He glanced back to his makeshift workshop for a moment before his cerulean eyes locked with your own glassy ones. Deft fingers moved towards the bunsen burner, switching the contraption off before they moved to cup your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes locked once more. He hummed inquisitively, wondering why you looked so upset. But, no matter. If you were here, surely he could be of some use, even if you were unwilling to share what was troubling you.
âPerhaps itâs time for a break.â The blonde declared thoughtfully before intertwining his fingers with your own, guiding you out of the laboratory and into a more peaceful area of the Favonius headquarters. Once inside, he led you over to a large couch, gesturing for you to sit down before he joined you. He cleared his throat awkwardly while opening his arms to you. âIâve heard that physical contact and affection relieves stress.â He stated, his eyes flitting away from you for a few fleeting seconds. âWould you perhaps like a hug?â
Hesitantly, he shifted closer when he noticed you were doing the same before taking you into his arms and cradling you to his chest. A shuddering breath left your lips as the warmth you had craved all day seeped through your skin, deep into your bones.
âIs⊠This okay?â The alchemist asks quietly, unsure. You nod against his chest, your own arms circling around his middle. His hold around you tightens. A gentle hand rests on top of your head, his other on your lower back, fingers idly tracing patterns against your back. The motion is calculated, an automatic action, as if he knew exactly what to do to soothe your worries just with his touch alone.
âIâm glad you found me and Iâm glad I could help. Please, my darling, stay in my arms until you feel better.â Before you could even open your mouth to ask about his work, he continues, in a soft tone only reserved for you and his little sister. âNo experiment or variable compares to the feeling of holding you like this. So please, allow me to indulge myself.â
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Title: Edge Of Memory
Chapter Two: Something Familiar in the Flames
The wind off the cliffs was stronger today. Sharp. Cold. Almost like the sea was trying to pull you back with every gust.
But you weren't going anywhere.
You stood atop one of Dragon's Edge's eastern watch posts, arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon as the ocean stretched endlessly around you. Mist clung to the water like a secret. You still didn't know what it was hidingâor what it had taken from you.
It had been nearly a week since you washed up here. No name. No home. No memory of the world before the beach. The Riders, to their credit, hadn't pushed. Hiccup had gently offered to let Gothi from Berk come and try a healing technique, but you declined. You didn't need herbs or chanting. You needed space.
And maybe... time.
Not that everyone on the island respected the "space" part.
"Found you again, beach babe."
You didn't need to look to know who it was.
Snotlout Jorgenson, Dragon Rider, resident egomaniac, and your own personal headache. His voice carried even when he tried to be casualâwhich, to be fair, was rare.
"I wasn't hiding," you replied evenly.
"Oh, I know," he said, climbing up the ladder to stand beside you. "But if you were, I'd totally find you anyway. I've got instincts. Tracking skills. Warrior stuff."
You arched a brow at him. "Is that what you call stalking now?"
He blinked. "Uh, I prefer 'scouting with intent.' Totally different."
You snorted, turning your gaze back to the waves.
A moment passed, strangely quiet. You could feel Snotlout standing next to you, unusually still. No flexing, no jokes. Just the sound of Hookfang's heavy wingbeats circling above.
Then, in a softer voice, he asked, "Did anything come back today?"
You didn't answer right away. You hated this questionâbecause it reminded you how blank your head still was. There were no flashes, no dreams, no half-remembered names whispered on the edge of sleep. Just silence.
"No," you said finally. "Still nothing."
Snotlout didn't crack a joke. Didn't tease. Just nodded, and for once, it was... nice.
You didn't know what to make of him.
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A New Routine
By the second week, you were working again.
You'd insistedâstaying idle felt like drowning. So Hiccup assigned you light tasks: sorting fish for the dragons, reinforcing fencing near the cliffside, and occasionally helping Astrid sharpen weapons or organize supplies.
It wasn't glamorous, but it kept your hands moving and your mind distracted.
And the Riders had started treating you less like a patient and more like... one of them.
Well, almost.
"I say we let her join today's patrol," Astrid suggested one morning, adjusting the straps on Stormfly's saddle. "She's strong. Quiet. Good instincts."
Snotlout practically choked on his breakfast. "What? No way! Patrols are dangerous! Wild dragons, storms, piratesâ"
"Exactly why we need extra eyes," Hiccup said calmly.
Snotlout pointed at you with a dramatic flair. "She doesn't even remember her own name! What if she's secretly a villain? Or worseâwhat if she slows me down?"
You looked up from the map you were rolling. "Pretty sure I move faster than you, Drama King."
Fishlegs stifled a laugh. Astrid didn't.
Hiccup smiled. "It's settled. You ride with Snotlout."
You and Snotlout spoke at the same time:
"WHAT?!"
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The Flight
Hookfang wasn't nearly as bad as you expected.
He growled when you first approached, smoke curling from his nostrils, but he allowed you on without much protest. Either he respected your energy, or he was too tired to care. (You figured it was the second one.)
Snotlout climbed in behind you, muttering, "This is so unnecessary. I could fly solo. I'm great solo. I'm better soloâ"
"Hold on," you said flatly, and Hookfang launched into the sky.
The wind tore at your hair, the cold biting into your cheeks, but none of it mattered.
Because flying felt... right.
There was something about the height, the freedom, the sensation of air rushing past your skinâ
Something that sparked in your chest like a match held to dry kindling.
You'd done this before.
Maybe not on this dragon. Maybe not in this place. But you'd flown.
You were meant to fly.
"See? Not so bad riding with me, huh?" Snotlout called over the wind. "Feel that? That's chemistry, baby!"
You glanced back at him. "I feel nausea. That's not the same thing."
He scowled. "You wound me."
"I'd love to," you muttered.
But you didn't hate the ride. And he didn't seem to mind the insults.
If anything... he liked them.
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Trouble
The patrol was going smoothly until Hookfang suddenly went stiff beneath you. His wings jerked awkwardly in the air, and he let out a sharp hiss.
"Uh-oh," Snotlout muttered. "He smells something."
You scanned the treetops below as Hookfang began descending. Astrid and Hiccup circled above, spotting the same thing at the same time.
"Smoke," you said.
And then you saw itâa small island to the north, just past a jagged ridge. Smoke billowed from the trees, dark and oily. The smell of burned wood and iron filled the air.
Snotlout squinted. "That's a ship fire. Someone wrecked... or was wrecked."
Hiccup gave a signal. The group dropped altitude and hovered over the tree line, keeping out of view.
"Fishlegs?" Hiccup called.
Fishlegs, already holding a scroll, adjusted his glasses. "This island's not on any trade route. No reason a ship would be this far off-course."
Snotlout huffed. "Unless it was hiding. Pirates?"
You looked at the smoke. Something about it twisted your stomach. Not fearâmore like a warning bell ringing deep inside.
"We should check it out," you said before thinking.
Hiccup looked at you, surprised. "You okay with that?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I... I want to see."
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The Memory
The burned wreckage was still warm. A small ship, splintered in half against jagged rocks. The sails bore no flags. No name. Scorch marks covered the hullâdragon fire, maybe.
You walked the edge of the ruins, boots crunching over blackened wood, and thenâ
Your breath hitched.
The edge of a plankâcarved into it, almost buried by sootâ
A symbol. Curved. Sharp at the edges. Worn from time and flame.
You dropped to one knee and brushed your hand across it.
And the world shifted.
FLASHâ
You were standing on a deck, soaked in rain. Voices yelling. A woman shouting your nameâyour real name.
The symbol glowed gold on the bow. A dragon roared in the clouds.
You turned. Fire. Screams. A crash. The sea.
CRACKâ
You stumbled backward, breath ragged.
Snotlout caught your arm. "Heyâwhoa, whoa. You okay?"
You stared at the plank, the vision echoing through your skull. "I... I saw something. I think I was on this ship."
The others gathered quickly. Hiccup knelt beside you. "You remembered something?"
You nodded. "Just flashes. Storm. Fire. A woman... she was calling my name, but I couldn't hear it."
Astrid's brow furrowed. "This ship wasn't here last week. Someone brought it hereâor set it up."
"Why?" you asked.
No one had an answer.
But deep down, you felt itâthe past was circling.
And it was getting closer.
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That Evening
Back on Dragon's Edge, you sat by the fire again, legs wrapped in a blanket, hair still damp from a rinse in the bay. You stared into the flames, seeing that plank over and over.
"You were really brave today," Hiccup said, offering you tea.
"Brave or stupid," you murmured, accepting the cup. "I'm not sure which."
"Sometimes they're the same thing," he replied gently. "But either way... thank you. You helped us more than you know."
You nodded. The warmth of the fire and the tea couldn't chase the chill from your bones.
Snotlout plopped down next to you again, arms crossed. He didn't speak right away.
"You did good out there," he said finally. "I mean, not as good as me, obviously. But still. Not bad for a mystery girl."
You smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment. I think."
He paused. "You really don't remember anything else? From the flash?"
You shook your head. "No name. Just a voice. The ship. The storm."
"Could've been your family," he said. "That woman, I mean."
"Maybe."
Silence stretched.
Snotlout cleared his throat. "Well... if you were a pirate princess raised by wolves, that'd make you, like, ten times cooler. So whatever your deal is... I'm in."
You turned to look at him, amused. "You're in?"
He shrugged. "I mean, yeah. You've already insulted me more than anyone else on this island. That's practically courtship."
You laughed, for real this time. Just a little.
He grinned. "See? Told you you liked me."
"You're tolerable. Barely."
"Progress!" he shouted into the night, arms raised like he'd just won a dragon race.
And as the fire crackled and the stars wheeled overhead, you felt something shift.
You didn't have your memories.
But you were starting to have a place.
And that? That was a beginning.
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