#☀︎ — clouds thoughts

[sttoru]

‘the king of curses doesn’t like sharing. especially not when it comes to his partner.’

☀︎｜tags. heian era!sukuna x female reader. sfw/fluff ? ig. set in the heian era, duh. jealousy & possessive themes. size difference (reader gets referred to as small!). tried to be realistic w/ sukuna’s characterisation so. . . don’t be surprised to read about him killing somebody. therefore, mentions of blood. reader is implied to have a fear of blood (dw sukuna takes care of it teehee). reader gets called 'brat'. not beta read; this sucks ass.

you were taking a stroll outside of the estate, the hem of the floral kimono you’re wearing lightly dragging along behind you. the weather was perfect with not a single cloud in sight.

a pair of silent footsteps follow yours and you sigh. even though it was an usual occurrence, you still aren’t used to having one of sukuna’s servants at your side at all times. your over protective lover insisted that it was for your own ‘safety’. as if anything or anyone could harm you whilst you stay within the four walls of the estate far up in the mountains.

sukuna is continuously busy and thus decided to assign you a personal maid that accompanies you and takes care of your every need when he isn’t able to. well - looking at the bright side of things - at least she tries her best to hide her presence from you. she tags along silently and only speaks when spoken to.

you stop near a sakura tree and tilt your head back to admire its beauty. after a few minutes pass, you hear a different pair of footsteps walking up your way. you turn your head and see a familiar male servant approaching you with his head held low.

his hands were holding onto a platter with a cup of warm tea and a few of your favorite delicacies. the brown-haired man greets you politely. maybe a bit too politely as his voice carries a bright smile, “good afternoon, my lady.”

you return the greeting with a smile of your own. it was like you to treat the servants around the estate with kindness and care — a total opposite of the king of curses. you take a pastry from the platter and look back up at the man, “thank you for bringing me these. i appreciate it greatly.”

the way you treat the ones of lower status has always been an admirable trait of yours. it might have stirred some forbidden feelings for you in the heart of the male servant. he knows that it was impossible - he’d seen how easily sukuna gets rid of those who get too close to you.

but, he isn’t here. the king of curses isn’t present in the current moment. the brown-haired male shifts in his place a little, fingernails digging into the material of the plate he was holding. he was going to do it — no one could hold him back. not even the maid who stood a couple steps away.

“y-you look very beautiful, my lady.” the servant stutters and bows his head at you. you are surprised to hear such a flattering sentence leave the lips of the man in front of you. none of the men around you had dared to be this straightforward in ages. they all knew the possible consequences that such actions could bring after all.

perhaps it was due to the absent intimidating presence of your lover. still, you can’t help but feel grateful. you giggle softly, covering your mouth with your free hand, “thank you so much.”

the male servant gulps at the sound of your laughter. ‘oh, how lucky the king of curses is - to have such a beautiful woman at his side,’ the man thought to himself. he was sure that he could treat you better than the indifferent sukuna himself.

he hesitates to continue the conversation for a second. there was an urge deep within him; to ask if you’d like to have some tea with him in the dining area. it would be extremely bold and maybe way out of line considering that you’re taken.

but, the way you reacted to his earlier compliment gave him a huge confidence boost. one that would sooner or later send him to his grave.

“would you perhaps be interested in joining me for a drink, my lady?” the servant asks and anything that happens after that instant, is all but a blur.

you can’t process the next few moments as everything happens way too fast. the last thing you remember seeing, was the servant before you. a sudden gust of wind passes by and the sounds of quick slashes fill your ears. you couldn’t figure out anything else as your vision gets blocked by something. or rather - someone.

a familiar and large hand covers the back of your head. the scent of the person holding you is also oddly familiar—a certain scent that made a shiver run down your spine from both excitement and light fear.

“sukuna?” you guess and guess correctly. your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against his torso. you didn’t yet understand what happened, so you try to pull your body away from the king of curses, only for his grip on you to tighten.

sukuna’s face was as emotionless as ever. his eyes look down at the pile of blood near your feet — what was once a human being had now turned into nothing but a pure crimson liquid.

“foolish. absolutely foolish.” the king of curses grumbles, his tone filled with disgust. he doesn’t soften the grip on your body for even a moment. one of his four arms holds you captive against him, his hand firmly yet somehow tenderly cradling your head just above his midriff, “it seems that i cannot leave this place for a single second.”

sukuna glances at your personal maid who had been bowing to him the moment he appeared out of thin air. she could feel his piercing gaze on her and knew exactly what to do without being told: to clean up the mess that stained the garden’s pavement.

“sukuna,” you try to move your head again, but was still restricted. you let out a small whine in response. you just wanted to see your lover after spending an entire day without him. any thoughts about that servant from earlier had long vanished, “i want to see you. can i?”

the request is an innocent one. there isn’t a visible change in sukuna's expression, but the way you asked him that was quite. . . endearing, if he were to explain it. he would comply if it wasn’t for the literal bloodbath he created. which he doesn’t want you to witness.

“not yet.” he replies and effortlessly uses one of his arms to pick your small body up. your lover notices how you try to steal a glimpse at the scene behind you while he moves you around in his embrace. he grunts and gently smacks the back of your head, “no peeking, brat. do as told.”

sukuna knows how much you hate the sight of blood. he's being considerate towards you — even if you do not realise that just yet. however, he also does not have a single regret about murdering that servant. it was to be expected. anybody who dares to make a move on his woman should suffer his wrath.

plus, it's not like you don't know about sukuna's ruthless actions. you’ve come to get used to them; more and more male servants keep dissappearing without a trace after they’ve been ‘too friendly' with you. it's easy to guess who’s behind those disappearances.

it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. as long as you don't see it happening and as long as you get to stay under sukuna's care and protection - you don’t mind.

“can i look now?” you huff after sukuna has carried you away from the garden. the king of curses clicks his tongue at your impatience.

he sighs deeply before allowing you back on your own two feet, “i do not understand why you’re so adamant on looking at me, but fine.”

you waste no time and immediately open your eyes. your gaze doesn’t wander off towards your surroundings—it instantly settles on sukuna. he looked the same as usual; there was not a single change about his appearance and yet you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.

“i missed you.” you hug your lover and feel him returning the gesture a few seconds later. he looks the other way and may seem indifferent to your display of affection, though the man was secretly grateful for it. for you in general.

“mhm.” sukuna lets out a small noise of acknowledgment and that is all you get out of him. he doesn’t have to say much; his body automatically does the talking. he squeezes your body against his — your small frame disappearing behind his beefy arms.

the king of curses doesn’t understand why, but the way your eyes sparkle when looking at him, intrigues him. sukuna had never seen another human look at him like that before after all. they all cower in fear; except for you. you don’t show a single ounce of fear. thus why you are something - someone - he must keep for himself.

he has and will never have any intent on sharing you with anyone. you’re his, for as long as he exists.

[atyourmerci]

☀︎To the light is to the darkness✩

Abby X reader X Ellie

Prologue to vengeance (can be read alone)

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Summary: Abby is your childhood best friend, you did everything together, taught each other everything. You were utterly infatuated with each other until Ellie Williams enters your world.

Warning: smut, MDNI, porn w lots of plot, innocence arc, mutual pining, lots of sexual tension, mutual masturbation (in the same room, together), fingering if you squint, useless lesbians, lesbian love triangle, abby needs a hug, phoebe bridgers as her own warning, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: okay so holy fuck did I get carried away with this one. I didn’t want to leave yall on a cliffhanger but this dynamic deserves more and I don’t want to rush through it. I hope yall enjoy. This chapter is mostly just abby but there will be lots more Ellie in the next chapter promise :)

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“Someone you couldn’t lose. You said we’re not together, so now when we kiss I have anger issues.”

She asked when it had all started. The truth was you weren’t really sure. There was no definitive date or period of time that signified the beginning or end of it.

A relationship that felt more of interlacing two souls into one that resided in two structures. Shared autonomy of mind, breath, word, and body. Unspoken feelings, touches, and stares.

What started in green fields of pink flowers and brown roots ended in dark rooms and pining embraces. Hand shakes turning into interlaced fingers, laughter filled glances turning into tense stares, and experimental pecks turning into open mouthed pants.

The first time you meet abby was at school at 15. Bright eyed and bushy tailed still untainted from the reality of the world around you. You were quite shy in those years, keeping yourself away from the wild hairs of children ready to grow up and take charge. You were okay with the stability of childhood, the sticky sweet feeling of safety and uncharted terror.

Before Abby’s dad had died, before the muscles and long locks of golden blonde hair she was reserved too. Abby was wrapped in a bubble of comfort, a loving community that doted on her. She felt no need to join the crowd of chaos when she had everything she needed.

Well she thought she did…and then she met you.

In class you had your face shoved into a notebook doodling away of ferns and dandelions you had seen in the fields early that day. If it were up to you, you’d spend every last dying breath in the fields, soaking in sunlight and trailing your fingers through the rows of flowers.

Abby sat next to you in class, always too shy to speak up to you. You always seemed so busy, either reading, drawing, or with your head in the clouds, never truly listening to the lecture ahead. She admired your creativity, attention to detail, and the utter sense of unawareness to your surroundings. She wondered why you didn’t talk to the others, you were so inviting, so pretty. She once wished to look like you, how effortlessly magnificent you looked.

She grew too curious, over zealous at the thought of being close to you, understanding you. She knew she had to speak up.

“H-hey you draw pretty cool- I mean- it’s really good…what you draw.”

You had never taken more than a glance at the freckled girl until then. She always seemed just as busy as you, so you never bothered her.

You let out a bellied laugh at the now crimson red faced girl- completely embarrassed by her attempt at recognition.

And that was that. The two of you were inseparable, attached at the hip from then on out.

Abby seemed to understand your weird quirks and odd fascinations. Even when she didn’t, she was there open minded and wide eyed to hear your lengthy ramblings on about nothingness.

Sometimes it felt like you did most of the talking. Not that it was one sided or you wouldn’t let her butt in, but rather she was completely enamored by what you thought. Sometimes all she wanted to do was to hear you talk, you were her favorite person, the own mold of herself.

She wanted to think what you thought, feel what you felt, see the world through your eyes.

17

As the years went on you only seemed to grow closer to abby as she grew fonder of you.

Some could call it an obsession, the way you treated each other. Not a single thought went by that the other didn’t know. If you were there, so was abby. If you knew something, so did she.

Everyday she would follow you to the fields after school, your special escape you’d learn to share with the other half of your being.

You’d make her lay across the flower ridden fields so you could draw her glistening hair kissed by the whisk of wind. She let her hair grow longer since you’d ask to braid it for her every morning. She liked it short but she wanted to let you have room to make intricate designs and lace them with weeds you’d found.

Abby would playfully nudge you when you’d draw the hump on her nose in the drawings, but you loved it too much to not appreciate it. You loved all the things she couldn’t in herself.

You two spent hours out in the field daily, even when it rained you’d make her dance around like fairies as mud splattered across your shins. Anything you wanted, she’d do as long as it was with you.

That’s when you asked her to try kissing, she’d obliged.

“Have you ever…kissed anyone?” You ask staring off into the cloud painted sky, tall grass framing your bodies.

She lets out a breathy giggle, “no… you would know if I did.”

You shrug, shoulder crashing gently into hers, “I don’t know, maybe it was too embarrassing to say.”

She trails off, “h-have you?”

“No dumbass you would know…” you push your shoulder into her turning to give her a toothy smile, “what if I’m not good when a boy kisses me?”

Her eyes remained trained onto the pillowy cloud, “you can try on me- I-if you want to.”

It was a good idea, she wasn’t going to judge you, she was your best friend, she was only there to help.

“Okay.” And without a second thought your upper body shot up and lent over hers, pressing your lips into her plush pink ones. It was gentle, only a placement amongst the flesh, yet so charged. Butterflies fluttered through your stomach and up to your throat, something you had only felt once before when you and abby went swimming.

Closeness you thought. Being close to someone causes that. How nice it was to be so close to your favorite person, maybe one day you could feel close to someone again.

After that you continued to experiment kissing. At sleepovers you’d talk about the boys you wanted to kiss, then show each other how you would kiss them. It turned into an innocent routine, pecking her before she would leave, kissing her in the fields when you felt the butterflies.

You’d told her about them- the fluttering in your stomach. Whenever you felt them she told you that she wanted to feel them too. Transferring them through the soft pink flesh, she’d say she’d feel them after.

Soon she’d tell you when she got them, to which you’d return the gesture back. As time went on, the butterflies came more often.

People were starting to notice the relationship, started talking about how close the two of you were. You’d shoo off the irrational comments and over zealous accusations, but abby never did. She just didn’t respond.

“Who am I to ask for more? But you’re breathing in my open mouth. You’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”

18

Abby started spending the night daily, she practically lived in your room at that point. After her dad died your relationship grew stronger than ever. In such a treacherous time she clung to the only person who truly understood her. Many a nights she spent huddled into a ball in your lap weeping as you smoothed the hair behind her ear and rubbing circles into the grown muscles in her back.

Abby had taken to working her emotions out in physical labor. Now being a solider full time out of school she had grown muscular and more rough. Her heart was still the same for you, but had grown caged off to the people around you.

Her pleasantries for the rest of the community had grown stale, only allowing a few to get near her. But you… there was always an indefinite spot inside her for you.

Since abby was always around now, in the darkness of every night, privacy had flown right out the window. Not that you had minded- there wasn’t much of really anything abby didn’t know or hadn’t seen.

But when that eery sense of familiarity crept up, when the butterflies would come at night.

She had started out sleeping on the extra bed in your room. Before she had practically moved in she’d sleep with you, but since her stay turned to no vacancy she’d taken to given you the last sense of space, even when you hadn’t asked.

In the middle of darkness as the crickets chirped outside the window you’d tell her the feeling had come back, and she’d always agree, and the room would fall silent again.

“Abby?” You call out to a darkened room, illuminated by the shine of the moon.

“Yeah?” She’d call back from the other side.

“Do you ever…fix the feelings of the butterflies. Like make them go away?”

“Uh yeah- sometimes…when it gets bad.”

“I think mine are…bad right now,” it felt embarrassing almost, there was nothing she could do to help, fix your issue. Transferring the butterflies to abby only made them worse sometimes, and you were boiling.

“M-mine too,” she admits.

“You can fix it- if you need to.”

“A-re you going to stop yours?”

“Is that okay?” You say reluctantly into the tense air coating you. Every slight move felt with a million nerves.

“Mhmm,” she responds, a rustling heard coming from her direction.

Soft hums filled the air from the feeling of release you had allowed yourself in the presence of your best friend. Abby’s breathy moans would only follow quickly after your own, never before.

Dual release become a routine. Allowing the sticky sweet sensations of climaxing in the same bedroom of your other half. It became another thing you shared with her, another check on the list of the endeavors you’d participated in with her.

Talks of the butterflies and the unleashing of them never left those four chipping walls. Some things were meant for just Abby’s ears. All best friends must do the same. You’d never heard of others talk of sorts so you sealed your lips, a secret kept like a bird in a cage.

As you both had grown accustomed to the routine things gradually got more intense. Sometimes you couldn’t get the butterflies to fly away even when you tried for hours, panting out whimpers of frustration. Even when they would go away sometimes they would crept back in immediately, your body unable to be satiated.

Abby begun sleeping in the bed with you, to calm the frustrating unnerve you felt after no avail. She’d tell you she wish she could help you, make them go away. She’d do anything to make you happy.

That’s when you started touching yourselves next to each other. The routine was upheld for so long that it felt natural to do it even when she was right next to you. First fully covered, then in undergarments, to finally completely bare.

Seeing Abby’s bare flesh only made it worse. You weren’t stupid, the pieces were falling into place before your eyes. But you hadn’t seen anyone else naked before, maybe it would be the same. Her flesh so pale, her nipples shades of pale pink roses, and the hair that trailed down to her folds as golden as wheat. You had never seen something so magnificent, so beautifully crafted.

That was something you didn’t share with her. The drawings of her bare flesh. You made sure to memorize each chisel, line, and freckle to be as accurate as possible once you got to your notebook. With every piece of her revealed opening thousands of opportunities to draw her art. She was so fucking beautiful.

“When was the first time?” The auburn girl had asked you.

It all had meshed into a blur, what had happened and when it did. When you and abby had started sleeping together it started on opposite ends. Heat not close enough to sting your flesh but the air still tense enough to be cut clean with a blade. As time grew on and the routine becoming daily, the space between you started to close in. Knees brushing as your legs wavered, arms transferring sticky sweat in the blistering heat of arousal.

The inevitable placement of foreheads touching as you watched each other fall apart, watching the butterflies flutter out of her throat with every pant.

From what you could call the ‘beginning’ of sorts, rather an act of mercy, came from her.

You found yourself in the familiar position of unnerve. Rubbing aimless quick circles on your abused clit. It became a matter of principle at the point, needing to fulfill the urge even knowing the outcome would leave you more helpless than before. Abby’s butterflies were far gone, now rubbing lazy stripes down her slit in attempt to not let you feel alone. She never wanted you to feel like she wasn’t completely enthralled by your every move.

Your leg sprawled across her own, wide open, bucking your hips into the air as you let out frustrated grunts, eyes sealed shut in concentration. She just watched. She loved watching you touch yourself. Abby felt like the luckiest girl in the world getting to watch you, kiss you, feel you. She wanted to feel more of you, every atom in your body she’d kiss if you’d allow it.

“Let me help” she said, eyes trained on your open mouth.

Your brain was too fuzzy to even comprehend the depth of the act, so pent up and eager.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster up. As her calloused fingers transferred from her skin to your abdomen, your body jolted up. You had never been touched by another. Not like this. She took her time running the tips of her fingers from your side to the mound, taking your hand and moving it your thigh so she could replace it with her own.

Something deep in your belly erupted when you felt her fingers meet your clit. A flock of doves released from their cage, a gasping goldfish meeting water. An exaggerated sigh of relief came out as a depraved moan. Every nerve in your body heightened by her gentle touch.

She drew cautious and attentive swipes across the newly swollen bud, watching for when your breath would hitch.

“You’re so warm,” she said studying your face as it contorted in pleasure. Your chin raised high, burying your scalp into the frilly pillows below. She had then studied the flesh around your neck, oh why had she never noticed that. How thin the skin was there, how close she could get to you in that space.

“I-it feels b-better when you do it,” you admit to her, water in her hands, hips grinding into the soft touch of her. “Y-yeah really?” She says, perking up, so pleased with knowing she could make you feel better. She’d do anything to make you feel better.

You let your stagnant hand run down her chiseled chest to meet her mound, her sticky slit pooling at her core. You meant to return the favor, an eye for an eye. “It’s okay- just let me help you.”

You shook your head in agreement, but let your hand rest on the pulsing flesh, you wanted to feel her like she felt you.

With every gentle circle she took you closer to release. It was so much faster when she did it. When you did it together before you would lie there for hours flicking at the raw skin to no avail, but in minutes she had you tipping at your edge.

Her strokes felt akin to the ones on your notebook, gentle and cautious direction, seeking a desirable outcome. You’d thought to picture this, able to recreate this on paper shielded from her eyes. What would she think if she saw them? Maybe you’d grown too fond of the other half of your heart.

“Abby!” You scream out, nearing your pending release.

“Y-yeah? D-does it feel okay- are you okay?” She perks up in concern, helplessly worried she had hurt you.

“Yes- Yes! It- it’s coming,” you pant out, body slick with sweat as your arousal pools below you. A sloppy mess of bodies interlaced with remorseless pleasure.

“Let me feel them, I want to feel them,” abby says inches from your face, intently watching the contortions of your face below her. The butterflies, oh how she wished she could flutter in your tummy as they do so effortlessly.

You cave shamelessly, pressing into the soft pink flesh. You try to keep them stable, but as you reach the cliffs edge you can’t help but moan pathetically into her throat. Your hips thrust into the calloused fingers, chasing the lasting feelings of her, escaping your doom and passing the burden through your lips onto hers.

You did draw of this, and every time after that. It became an obsession, mental images snapshotted to accuracy for replication later.

The routine increased in frequency and intensity. Exploring each other’s most sacred places. She would let you touch her sometimes, but only when she was touching you. Abby seemed more interested in your pleasure than her own. But she cared about you, she never wanted you unsettled. She wanted to be your salvation.

“I ask you how you’re doing and I let you lie. But we don’t have to talk about it, I can walk you home and practice method acting. I’ll pretend being with you doesn’t feel like drowning.”

19

“Does she make you feel them?”

She asked when it had all started. The truth was you weren’t really sure. There was no definitive date or period of time that signified the beginning or end of it.

Ellie Williams was so…vulgar, erratic, a ticking time bomb. The pieces of the puzzle connected at last when you lied eyes on the auburn haired girl.

She had entered the WLF as gentle as a bomb to a building. Fiery hot attitude, a chip on her shoulder, and drowning green eyes. At first glance she utterly captivated your ever fleeting thoughts.

When she first walked through the corridors of the stadium your eyes fixed on her, staring rudely at her every move. “Who is that, the girl?” You ask the unfazed blonde next to you, too busy working at sharpening a blade, “names Ellie, they say she’s trouble. By the looks of her, checks out.”

“What did she do? Why is she here?” You continue your glare, taking note of the pink scare rippled along the crest of her eye.

You had never drawn anyone other than abby, but the girls features were so strong, the strokes would come naturally in your grasp. A secret muse possibly, even from a far.

“I don’t know- stay away from her. She reeks of trouble,” she’d remark, finishing off the blade and leading you off to a pending mission.

You tried, you really did. She was so compelling, and you? You were a bee to honey. Was she soft unlike her features? Did she speak of the world beyond her? Did she like to watch the clouds mesh into unlikely objects? Did she know of the butterflies and their ever present existence in your lungs?

Your notebook grew of only her, the short frayed hair, the pink scare, the freckles that littered her face. So effortlessly magnificent she was, unknowingly your own secret work of art.

Until abby found them.

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His Princess - Pt7

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: The battle continues at Kings Landing as the dance begins in Harrenhal. When everything seems overwhelming there is a break on the horizon. Rhaenyra sends Y/n and Ben back to Harrenhal after they take Kings Landing to see the outcome. 

Warnings: 18+ battle/war, blades, blood, death, swearing, my version of the battle above gods eye(spoiler for the show bc it’s fr and it’s not cute) - mc but cannon death, beheading, alys spreading info like the gossip she is, after war and gossip oral(f receiving), fingering

Authors Note: hopefully the switching of the povs offers what I wanted it to!!!!, hate cole but i can’t deny he’s a good swordsman and would need at least two ppl to take him in a fight, i tried to keep gods eye minimal bc i can’t stand dragons fighting!!!, also daeron is not apart of this story bc i didn’t want another dragon to be hurt!

Word Count: 5.5k almost half of this is war

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Y/n Pov:

“Find him,” I sob to Vermithor and his growls shake the walls around the city as Silverwing and I give out an earth shattering cry as we circle the host raining fire upon the Greens. 

Vermithor gives out a bone chilling roar and sprays fire along the Gods gate. I’m turning my head searching for any sign of Ben as Silverwing follows close to Vermithor. I take notice of Vermithors wound but it’s more of just a scratch and the bleeding has already ceased much to my relief. My adrenaline rises to match my fear as my heart pounds wildly in my chest as we continue our search for Ben. 

Vermithor circles around where I last saw Ben and begins to fly down to the ground. He sprays the ground in dragon flame before he lands on the burning men as Silverwing lands us in the center of the fire next to him. The warmth licks at my armor as I watch the flames die around me. As the haze clears I see Ben cutting down men around him in a frenzy. 

I sob in relief as I see him still in one piece and quickly slide off of Silverwing. I slip the sword from my back and go to Ben’s side. My blade becomes an extension of myself as my body goes into a killing calm. Everything around me fades away as I face man after man. As I turn to my next victim I can see the burnt scorpion behind the host. 

Cole emerges from the ruins and bodies offering me a bloody smile. Our dragons step closer to me and bare their teeth. Their low growls and chuffs vibrate the ground beneath us. Ben turns to me and sees Cole walking over to me and quickly makes it to my side. 

“You need two dragons and a whores daughter to stand against me?” Cole laughs to Ben bitterly spitting.

“You will still die in the end.” I hum raising my sword.

“We shall see.” he charges forward with his blade in front of him and I quickly fold backwards to avoid his swing. 

Ben comes from behind and strikes with his sword and Cole barely avoids the metal. I rise once again and try to catch Cole from behind but he is quick on his feet. The three of us dance with our blades as the war continues to wage around us. My nerves start to rise as I see our host getting overwhelmed as both of our dragons are grounded with us for the moment. 

This moment of thought has costed me dearly. Pain washes through the side of my face as blood trickles down my neck as Coles sword slices my flesh. I give out a loud cry and Silverwing screams with me. 

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Harrenhal Pov:

The clouds hang low in the sky as the smell of rain on the horizon washes over the ruined castle. The sky is preparing to weep for the dance that will soon take place. Fog begins to roll in from the forest line casting everything in a gray light.  

“You will die here today.” Alys appears through the foggy gates walking to Daemon and Caraxes.

“As long as I take Aemond with me, I care not.” Daemon pulls his helm on and makes sure everything is secure.

“So eager to die before you meet your grandchild?” Alys tilts her head with a small smile.

“They’ll be better off without me.” he mounts Caraxes and shoots into the sky. 

Daemon has had enough of Alys’ mind games and doesn’t even bat an eye at the insinuation of having grandchildren. He never saw himself living long enough to see his children or wife contented. He knows this is the last thing he will be able to give them and he hopes it’s enough to change the tides of the war. 

Daemon circles around Harrenhal keeping his eyes peeled for Vhagar and her one eyed rider. He’s growing impatient but he can feel the promise of death in the air. Caraxes perches on one of the towers as they await their fate. A low grumble comes from the distance and Vhagar comes into view from the clouds. 

Daemon shoots into the sky and lures them away from the castle. He doesn’t much care for this castle but he knows many Lords will ask Rhaenyra for it so it must remain standing. He leads Aemond over the body of water called Gods Eye.

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Y/n Pov:

As I rise to my feet Ben is relentlessly bashing his sword into Coles. The metal song promises death. I try to find an opening to help Ben once more but he has a glazed look over his eyes as he slams repeatedly into Cole. I watch on in shock as I’ve never seen Ben fight like this. Some of his men stop and watch on as this one on one continues. 

Our dragons grumble as some of Coles men stand and watch. It seems as if this part of the wall is on a pause as they wait to see what happens. I rip a piece of my shirt off from under my armor and wipe off the side of my face. The cut seems to start just under my eye and travels down to my jaw. The dirtied cloth stings but it helps staunch the blood. Ben lets out a mighty roar and swings his long sword and I gasp with widened eyes.

“Your Kingmaker.” Ben yells as he raises Coles head into the air. 

He dips down and grabs Coles foot and drags it to Vermithor who grabs his leg in his claws. He returns to me still gripping Coles head in his hands and I look to him as he’s breathing heavily. He turns my face and looks at my cut as his nostrils flare.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers as the men begin to look around unsure if we’re to keep fighting. “To Silverwing.” he nods his head and begins to usher me over before he goes to mount Vermithor. 

Vermithor and Silverwing shoot to the skies and give out victorious growls. I look down at Vermithors claws as Coles headless body is being paraded through the air. He slides low to the Green host and they falter as they take on the body hanging above them. 

“Your Kingmaker is dead and your King dies at Harrenhal.” Ben proclaims as we fly along the walls. 

A loud grumble comes from the clouds and my heart stops as I see a large shadow approaching. As the dragon comes into view I squint my eyes trying to figure out who it is. It’s not Vhagar or any other I’ve ever seen. Silverwing chirps and flies to meet the new dragon. I shake my head thinking I must be delusional from blood loss as I spot Rhaena atop this dragon. 

“I figured I would help in the war!” Rhaena calls out as her dragon gives out a fierce cry and I look below as a sob rips through me as I see a grand host from the Vale and the North seeping through the tree lines running to meet the Greens host.

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Harrenhal Pov:

Caraxes and Vhagar circle each other around the body of water and give out low grumbles. The sky begins to cry as the dragons close in on one another. The Blood Wyrm quickly twists around the old fossil as she barely turns in time for the first snap of teeth. Vhagar gives out a loud cry as Caraxes sinks his teeth into her neck. 

Vhagar pulls away from Caraxes and breathes fire upon him and Daemon. Daemon flies through the flame and straight for Vhagars rider. Aemond dips, narrowly avoiding Caraxes maw. They pull back from one another and the dragons circle above the water once more.

“You have lived long enough,” Aemond calls across the skies to Daemon. 

“Something we agree upon,” Daemon chuckles as he begins to unclip from Caraxes. 

The world seems to hold its breath as Daemon unsheathes Dark Sister and points to Aemond and Vhagar. Caraxes flies quick and hard latching onto Vhagar. Daemon jumps from his dragon to Aemond landing on Vhagars head. He sprints down on uneven feet as Aemond struggles to get his weapon or unclip from his saddle. 

“For my Queen,” Daemon roars as he pierces Dark Sisters through Aemonds one eye before everything goes black.

The dragon’s give out a cry and spiral down to the water. The impact could be felt well over a hundred miles. Blood rain falls from the sky as the false King and the Rogue Prince implode to their watery grave. 

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3rd person Rhaenyra Pov: 

Addam has been sent to recruit the small folk and hand out armor and weapons for those willing and able. Rhaenyra has slipped into the castle through the tunnels and has made quick work of finding her loyalists. She makes it to the throne room and lets out a breathy laugh. Alicent and Helaena are brought in and kneel before her. 

“Rhaenyra please,” Alicent pleads from her knees as Rhaenyra holds a blade to her throat. 

“You brought this upon yourself.” she looks down to Alicent with contempt. 

“The Kings are dead.” Helaena speaks softly from her place next to Alicent. 

“Which ones?” Rhaenyra turns her head to Helaena lowering the blade from Alicents throat. 

“All of them.” Helaena shakes her head and Rhaenyras blade falls out of her hand. 

“Ring the bells to let-“ 

“Your Grace, another dragon and a host.” Addam bursts through the throne room doors breathing heavily.

“Who?” Rhaenyra looks at him confused. 

“They say Rhaena with a host from the Vale and North.” Addam takes in the scene before him. 

“She’s done it.” Rhaenyra smiles breathing out a sigh of triumph and relief.

“They also say that Ben and Vermithor are flying around Coles headless body above the host. He carries his head on his back.” Alicent lets out a soft sob at his words. 

“Your son’s are dead. Your Kingmaker has been beheaded. You are surrounded. Ring the bells and save your remaining men.” Rhaenyra looks down to Alicent. 

“The common folk will remember this destruction.” Alicent narrows her eyes at Rhaenyra. 

“They fight your host from within the walls. You have lost.” Rhaenyra tugs Alicent up harshly and begins to bring her to the bell tower. 

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Y/n Pov: 

My head cranes to the city as the bells begin to toll. All of the dragons surround the city and  give out one last cry before they start to the Keep. As we look down the fighting is slowing and swords are being lowered. I’m in awe as we fly through the city at the amount of small folk that are pushing the Greens out of the gates. 

Baela and Jace come into view and tears start sliding down my face as I see them unscathed and safe. Rhaena comes from behind the Keep with Addam trailing close behind her. Our dragons follow Syraxs call and we land perched on the main gates. 

We all dismount and make it down to the main courtyard. We all look to each other and my siblings take in mine and Ben’s appearance. Their eyebrows furrow as they see my cut and look to our blood and dirt covered bodies. I turn to Ben and see Cole’s head bouncing against his back as he approaches me. Vermithor lets out a low growl and flings Cole’s body to the center of the yard. 

“I see burning people wasn’t enough for you both.” Jaces voice drowns out as me and Ben look to each other. 

“Let’s find a witch to bring him back. I want to kill him slower.” his voice rough as he tilts my chin to look at my cut. 

“I’m okay.” I look up to him taking in the death that remains in his eyes. 

“We will find you a maester at once.” he pulls me with him into the castle. 

“Where are you two going?” Baela yells after us. 

I tug him to the throne room thankful he doesn’t know where the maesters chambers are. I must see my mother. I need to know who rang those bells and what it means. As the doors groan under my hands I behold my mother atop the throne with her crown on her brow. 

“Daughter,” Rhaenyra rises taking in my state. “My children,” her voice wavers as the rest of my siblings trail in behind me and Ben. 

“My Queen,” I bow. 

“Call for a maester,” Rhaenyra flicks her head to Jace and he’s out in the hall shouting in seconds. 

I huff as he brings in a maester who sits me on a chair and begins to clean my wound. Ben holds my hand as the maester beings to stitch up my cheek. Rhaenyra is lowly talking to my siblings about how their plans went and she finally turns to me and Ben. 

“I wish to see the head.” Rhaenyras voice travels through the hall. 

“The rest of him is in the courtyard.” Ben rises from my side and pulls the head from his back. He offers her the head holding it by his hair. 

“You’ve done me a great service, Benjicot.” she shakes her head at a loss for words. “What happened to your cheek?” Rhaenyra turns her attention to me. 

“Cole.” I say trying to steady my breathing as the maester pulls the thread in and out of my flesh for his last stitch.

“You fool,” she shakes her head before she leans down and engulfs me in a hug before she turns back to the group of us.

“We’ve done it, gather the remaining Lords so we may start about clearing out the traitors and moving forward.” she turns and nods her head to us. “Ben, Y/n,” she stops us before we exit.

“Yes?” we turn back to her. 

“I have one more immeasurable favor to ask of you both.” she whispers down to us. 

“Say it and it will be done.” I look to her with tired eyes but ready to do what she needs. 

“Go to Harrenhal and see what remains.” her voice barely a murmur as her eyes begin to tear. 

“We will go at once,” I nod my head. 

She walks out of the Keep with us as we take in the dragons and the wall crumbling under their claws. Her head snaps to the rest of Coles body that remains in the center of the courtyard. From beyond the gates we hear shouts and cries of agony from the people who were not as lucky. 

“Fly safe and stay together.” she pulls me and Ben into a tight hug. “Please return to me.” her voice a whisper as she looks to both of us. 

Ben turns to me and we finally have a moment alone to ourselves. I look into his eyes and he seems to be coming down from his adrenaline still. I wrap my arms around him and he holds me tightly against him. I care not of our blood and dirt and pull his lips to mine feverishly.

“I want you to fly with me and Vermithor,” he looks down to me separating our lips. 

“Ben, I’m fine,” I sigh looking up to him.

“I know, but I just want you by me.” his hold on me tightens.

“Then ask Silverwing,” I relent and he pulls away to turn to my dragon as I walk to his.

“You flew valiantly today, my beautiful Silverwing. Will you allow Y/n to fly with me and Vermithor on our next journey?” I turn from Verithors neck and see Silverwing nudge into Ben before he starts towards me.

“Up you go.” he softly tugs me towards his wings and I begin my climb. We quickly settle and take flight. Silverwing flies next to us and they both give out a victorious song to the men below before we coast out on the horizon.

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As we enter the Riverlands we can feel the great loss in the air. The clouds weep, cleaning off some of our blood and dirt as we make our way to the ruined castle. Our dragons give out low grumbles as we approach Harrenhal and begin to make our descent outside the main gates. 

Ben helps me off refusing to let me do anything on my own. He has a hand pressed against me at all times and grabs my hand for his own once we make it the ground. The heaviness in the air is unsettling while the wind sings an eerie song. 

The castle grounds are silent. We saw no dragons on approach and hear nothing as we look around for any sign of a threat. As we turn my heart goes to my throat as Alys appears. 

“Where are they?” I ask pulling the bone knife from its sheath and pointing it at her. 

“I would think you wouldn’t be so quick to show your child more death and violence. Though, you are your father’s child..” she trails off with a smile. 

“My child?” my eyebrows furrow as I raise the knife even higher. 

“The one you’ve been carrying for a moon now.” she nods to me and looks to Ben. I bring my free hand to my abdomen and try to think of any signs that her words are true. “I may have played mind games with your father but I can’t slip through your bond with the child’s father. He’s very protective.” she chuckles to Ben who is now trying to push me behind him. 

“Where is my father?” my voice wavers as my mind already knows the answer. 

“You’ll find him under the Gods Eye.” her skirts swish as she disappears behind the walls once more. 

“Stay with the dragons and I will go.” he looks down to me intensely. 

“You will not start with this overprotective male dominance now.” I huff as I try to walk past him but he grabs my arm to stop me. 

“Y/n,” he looks to me with pleading eyes as his hand travels to my lower abdomen. 

“After I find my father,” I shake my head and pull him along with me. 

We walk silently to the body of water just beyond the crumbling fortress. Our dragons follow behind us the ground shaking at their heavy steps. As we approach my breath catches taking in the blood splattered around the shores. 

Pieces of the once great dragons are jutting through the surface of the water. I can tell it’s both dragons by their coloring and a sob bubbles out of my mouth. My hand slips from Ben’s as I fall to my knees on the shore looking on at the still water. He kneels next to me and hugs me tightly. 

“I have to go find him.” I shake my head as tears begin to slip down my cheeks. 

I rise and start to walk into the once clear water that seems to now be stained a blush pink. Water licks at my thighs until I begin to start my swim. I swim around the masses in the water until I spot Caraxes. As I dip my head under the water to look for him my stitched cut screams in agony. 

I pull up for breath and begin to move around to see if I can find him anywhere else. I’ve been searching around Caraxes and have found nothing so I relent and begin my search around Vhagar. Ben shouts at me from the shore but I can’t abandon this search. 

As I dip down under the surface again my eyes blurry I spot Aemond in Vhagars saddle. I slip above the water to take in a deep breath before I dive down. My eyes bulge as I take in Dark Sister pierced through his remaining eye. I quickly scan the area and my remaining air bubbles out of my mouth as I see Daemon resting on the rocky bottom. I swim to the top and let out a loud sob. 

“Ben, I need you,” I cry and he’s running into the water and at my side in seconds. 

We swim below the surface and I rip Dark Sister from Aemonds head as Ben begins to lift and pull Daemons body to the surface. I grab on and help him carry him to shore. As we finally make it to the sands I sit silently looking down at his blade. 

“I-“ I shake my head as tears begin falling down my face. 

I let out a grief stricken scream and Silverwing quickly approaches the shores and curls near me. Ben holds me to him as my sobs continue to wreck me. My breathing finally settles and he looks up to me with sad eyes while wiping them away with his thumbs. 

“We need to prepare his body to bring back home.” I sniffle before getting to my feet.

“I’ll go see if there’s a maester or someone,” Ben rises wiping the sand off of him. 

“I told him he would die here.” Alys comes from the other side of the shore. 

“Are you just here to mock me and speak in riddles?” I yell exasperated. 

“I’ve brought this for your cheek. It’ll heal it better than those stitches.” she offers me a cup and I look at the foul smelling paste. “I’m also the only maester, if that’s what you want to call me, and I can prepare his body for your travels.” she offers and I cant tell if she’s sincere or not so I turn to Ben hoping he will deal with this situation for me. 

“What is this paste?” he grabs the cup from my hands. 

“Your dragons wouldn’t allow me to poison the mother of your child. Use it or don’t.” she chuckles turning her head to look at our dragons. 

“I want his body treated with respect. Bound and wrapped tastefully befitting a King. All of his armor is to be cleaned and properly packed so we may travel with ease. We will take our old chambers while you finish your work.” Ben pulls me to his side as we begin to walk to the castle once more. 

Our feet drag up the stairs as we stop in front of familiar doors. Ben pushes them open and escorts me to a chair to sit down. I place Dark Sister next to me and let out a shaky sigh. He kneels in front of me and locks his eyes with mine. 

“I’m sorry,” his words soft as he places the cup with the paste next to me and grabs my hands. 

“I had hoped he would make it.” tears still slide down my cheeks as he pulls me down into a hug.

“It seems as if Alys made you a bath. Let me clean you and help you relax.” he hums standing with me. 

He walks me to the bath and begins to remove my stained armor. I peel off my clothes as he starts to take off his armor. When he removes his shirt I can see small cuts littering his skin and I look at him with sad but thankful eyes that he’s still with me. He helps me slide into the bath and takes a seat next to me. 

The warm water lulls my muscles and I lean back resting my head on the lip of the small pool. I feel the water shift and he starts to undo my braids releasing their tension. I sigh in relief and allow my eyes to drift shut. He brings a cloth and soap to begin wiping my skin as I relax further into the water. 

“Do you want to try her paste?” his voice soft as I crack an eye open. 

“Sure, if anything bad happens Silverwing will eat her.” I shrug as he rises out of the bath. 

“I will kill her myself if she causes harm to you.” his voice trails to me from the couch before he returns. 

He applies a generous amount of paste to his fingers and brings his free hand to my jaw to tilt my head. I look up to him expectantly as he lowers his fingers to my cheek. I wince as the cold paste slides down my face and a shiver travels my spine as I feel the wound dispelling the stitches and doing its own work. 

“It’s healed.” his words almost a question as he tilts my head. He brings his hand up and shows me the black thread that was once holding my cheek. “That means she wasn’t lying.” his hand slides from my chin and he places it on my stomach. 

“Ben,” his name falls from my mouth as I allow myself to finally think about Alys’ words and the life growing inside me. 

“The mother of my children, my Princess, my wife.” his words filled with devotion as his lips softly press against mine. 

I let his lips wash away the day and all that’s come with it. His hand resting on my lower abdomen slides a little lower and I moan into his mouth as he circles my clit. His lips kiss down my now healed cheek and licks around my pulse. 

“I can’t wait to see you growing with our child.” he whispers in my ear as he dips his fingers into my core. “You’re gunna be even more beautiful.” I rest my head on his shoulder as my hips grind into his hand as my pleasure is already washing through me from my heightened emotions.

“Come let’s get you into bed while I find you some clothes. I’m sure we’ve left some behind.” he helps me out of the tub and walks me over to the bed always keeping a hand placed on me. 

“Ben I’m not going to break, I just fought alongside you in a war.” I huff but still allowing him to pull the covers over my body. 

“Do not remind me.” his rage seeps off of him. 

“Don’t work yourself up again.” I roll my eyes chuckling. “Come to bed, let’s forget today for a little while.” I pout my lips trying to pull him in with me. 

“I must find you clothes and food and a drink. Is there anything else?” he rambles as he begins walking to the doors. 

“Maybe some clothes for yourself? I know Harrenhal is empty but I don’t think the ghosts want you walking around nude.” I shake my head smiling. 

He pulls open the wardrobe and quickly slides on some pants and continues to rifle through what we’ve left. He pulls out wrinkled shirt next and shrugs before putting it on. He finds the shortest slip that’s been made in all of the seven kingdoms apparently and tosses it to me on the bed. 

“Now you have clothes.” he nods to himself before slipping out the door. I sigh and slip the piece of fabric on nonetheless. I pull the blankets closer and allow my eyes to rest while he’s off on his hunt. 

“I found some meat and cake and that’s about it.” Ben pushes the doors open jolting me awake. “And water. I’ve also spoken with Alys.” I stretch out wiping my eyes. 

“Pray tell what more Alys had to say.” I sigh as I hold my hands out expectantly for my water. 

“Just that she’ll have everything prepared for us by the morning. I’ve sent a raven to  Rhaenrya telling her that we will return tomorrow.” he hands me my glass of water and sits on the bed next to me with the tray of food. 

“You didn’t deliver the news of Daemon in that letter, did you?” I pull the cup from my lips. 

“No, she needs to see for herself.” he shakes his head. He starts to cut up the meat on the tray and goes to feed it to me. 

“Benjicot Blackwood,” I scold. “What happened to the man who made me and Silverwing hunt for him and his dragon?” I raise my eyebrows as a smile plays on my lips. 

“Shh, I’ll be the man now.” he tries to hide his smile as I accept the meat from the fork. 

“Then that means no more jumping off of Vermithor into the middle of a war.” I narrow my eyes at him as I accept another mouthful. 

“I was wondering when you would yell at me about that.” he says sheepishly. 

“I was so fucking scared. I thought my heart was going to stop. Never do that again.” I furrow my brows. “You did look incredibly fierce doing it though.” I whisper and his eyes snap to mine. 

“Fierce, hm?” he smiles down to me. 

“And fucking stupid.” I push him back as he chuckles. 

“Well let’s hope our child takes after you.” his smile is soft as he sits up. 

“Do you wish for a boy or a girl?” I hum as he starts to feed me cake. 

“I care not.” his smile widens. 

“I hope for a girl, so I think we’ll have a boy.” I chuckle accepting more of the sweet dessert. 

“Then we’ll have as many until we get a girl.” he discards the tray on the ground to bring his full attention to me. 

“We shall see what the Gods grant us.” I hum pulling him into a kiss. “Did you not bring any food for yourself?” I pull back looking to him. 

“I ate as your food was being prepared. I wanted to have a different kind of dessert.” his eyes darken and he crawls over me kissing me once more. 

My thighs spread as he settles between them. He licks and kisses down my neck before circling his tongue over my covered nipples. I whine as he scrapes his teeth around them before snaking his way lower. He places featherlight kisses down my slit as I sigh, bucking my hips to his face. 

His tongue juts out and offers small licks to my sensitive bud as I softly pant above him. His lips encase me while his tongue lashes against me quickly. My hand goes to his hair as I grind against his mouth and chase my pleasure. His other hand interlocks with my free hand as he continues with his tongue. 

“Ben, fuck,” I cry as I arch off the bed. 

He licks down my center and pushes his tongue into me as I gasp trying to catch my breath. He brings his other hand to circle along my bud as his tongue laps at my wetness. I explode across his face and he continues licking to clean me off. I sigh as my body melts into the bed as he comes to lay at my side. 

“What of you?” I say my eyes barely open as I go to reach for his length. 

“I’m okay, my love. Rest.” he grabs my hand and kisses my forehead as I curl into him allowing my mind to forget all of the bad today and only think of the good. 

We’ve taken Kings Landing. My mother sits the throne. My cheek is healed. I have a life growing inside me. I have a man who is absolutely devoted to me at my side awaiting the day we can marry and I can’t wait to marry him. I drift off contented listening to his heartbeat. 

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Part 8

ik i said 3 more parts 2 parts ago which means only one more after this but that’s just not enough?? and now i want to write abt them being happy and married and with kids wtfff are ppl down for that or do i do a spin off series??? like lmk bc i want more than just an epilogue and a glimpse like no i want to see this man waiting on you hand and foot and being absolutely OBSESSED with you pregnant with his child 

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A/n: Wanted to write a one-shot about one of Celine and Dogday's bonding moments.

Story occurs after he was saved and she put his body all back together.

Idk if Dogday is a little bit ooc here but I tried my best.

Probably missed some grammar mistakes.

Their relationship is completely platonic.

Slight mentions of trauma.

Hurt/comfort

Sun and cloud duo 🌤️

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While the girl placed several fluffy pillows and thick blankets on the floor, her most loyal and newest friend Dogday watched closely from behind in a kneeled position. In the meantime, Kissy Missy and Poppy scurried around the factory, searching for any additional soft materials to enhance their sleeping spot. As the human kept on making a giant comfortable bed, Dogday spoke out of the blue, “You know… I never really got your actual name, Angel.”

She smirked, “I thought the nickname you gave me was going to be my official one from now on.” Dogday glanced away in embarrassment and the female slightly patted his arm to reassure him, “Hey, it’s alright, I like it. It’s sweet.” she replied with a soft smile which caused the tall canine to turn his face towards her again, ears perking up by her gentle tone, “But to answer your question-“ she continued and kept on arranging the pillows, “It’s Ci, short for Celine.” he tilted his head at her in wonder as he listened, “I prefer the nickname more because it’s easier and sounds less formal but… It doesn’t matter to me what you decide to call me.”

The mascot dog stared at the ground for a minute, as if he was in deep thought, his tail wagged back and forth when he repeated her name in a whisper, “Celine…”

All of a sudden, he let out a low chuckle. The human rolled her eyes at him, “Oh, c’mon. It’s not that bad.”

“No, no…” the smiling critter replied, waving his paws, “It’s just- it makes so much sense now.”

Celine raised her eyebrow in confusion, “I don’t follow, big guy.”

“Heavenly.” he spoke, “That’s what it means…” the girl was looking at him in surprise due to the information she just received. She never realized the significance of her name until now. Dogday responded with a warmer voice, ”Guess you really are an Angel that has come from above to save us.”

She shook her head and her lips faintly curved up, “Nah, just a regular human. But thanks for the compliment.” when she made the final touches, she lifted herself and wiped her hands, “Alright, think it’s finally done. Care to try it out first?” she directed to the puddle of softness on the floor and the giant orange dog gladly accepted the offer. He made a big stretch and moved to it on all fours. As he observed it and walked in a circle, he finally settled down, “So? What do you think?” she asked out of curiosity.

“I must admit… it is very comfortable.” he replied softly and sighed, he definitely looked more relaxed, “Thank you, Angel. You didn’t have to.”

Celine shook her finger, “Ah, ah, ah. None of that.” she took one of the blankets, “You really thought I’m going to let you sleep on the cold ground? Not a chance.” afterwards, she put it on top of him and reached out a tentative hand to scratch him behind the ear, feeling the softness of his fur under her fingertips, “Take a rest, D.D. You need it.”

After being treated so cruelly by the feline he once called his best friend, he never expected someone to show him such kindness and compassion. He melted into her touch, feeling comforted and safe for the first time in a long while.

To Dogday’s surprise, his savior got up and headed towards the doorway, the canine immediately lifted his head and ears, “Wh-Where are you going?” he questioned apprehensively, near to the point of letting out his pleading whine for her to stay.

“I will keep on watch for Catnap.” she said and put her hand on the handle, but before she could open it-

“The whole time…?” he asked with a mix of confusion and desperation, grabbing her attention again. A wave of panic and loneliness washed over him. He wanted to run after her, to beg her not to leave him alone, a huge sense of abandonment weighed heavily on his heart, mind racing with doubts and fears. What if she didn't come back? What if something happened to her out there?

She shifted her gaze towards him, “Well, one of us has to stay alerted.” the poor dog stared at her with a pair of sorrowful pitch-black eyes, tail thumping against the tile floor, eagerly yearning for her attention with its mournful expression.

The smiling critter thought for a moment until an idea popped into his mind, “I-I can listen for him while we are both asleep.” he suggested timidly, hoping his offer would be considered.

Celine crossed her hands with a hint of skepticism evident on her face, “You can do that?”

“It’s a small ability we dogs have.” Dogday admitted sheepishly, “Don’t worry, I will wake you up the second I hear someone approaching. Besides, you need rest as much as I do.” his human companion hummed back and wondered about his proposal.

Muttering under her breath, she rubbed the back of her neck and glanced away, “It has been some time since I took a proper break…” a desire for relaxation and peace seemed to envelop her, the weight of exhaustion settling on her shoulders. After a few seconds, she sighed in defeat, “Okay then, I’m counting on you.” the canine’s tail began to sway in joyful anticipation, scooting away to give some space as she made her way over. Dogday laid his head on his big paws while watching with a tender gaze how she was getting comfortable closely beside him. Celine rested her head on one of the plush cushions and let out a weary exhale, “Can’t believe I fell for the puppy eyes again…” she playfully remarked and rubbed her temple, the large pooch chuckled slightly at her comment, “You wanted a cuddle buddy, didn’t you?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Maybe…” he murmured in embarrassment.

She laughed and gently caressed his paw, “Just don’t let me sleep for too long, okay?”

“Of course.” he responded with a gentle nod, his action a silent vow, “You have my word.” once affirming with sincerity, she nestled her face into the pillow and closed her eyes, embracing the familiar warmth and sweet vanilla scent emanating from the mascot's body.

As Dogday stared at her for a minute, protective instincts stirred deep within him. Very slowly and cautiously, he lifted one of his paws and wrapped it around her in a shielding gesture, “Sweet dreams, little Angel.” whether it was his imagination or not, he was the only one who could see the shimmering halo hovering above her head and the feathery white wings resting on her back.

A profound bond existed between them – he, her devoted guard dog, and she, his cherished angel, forever intertwined in a unique and heartfelt connection.

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[samodivaa]

“Scraps and shreds of thoughts were simply swarming in his brain, but he could not catch at one, he could not rest on one, in spite of all his efforts…” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

smut - ⁂ ︳angst - ☢ ︳fluff - ☀

dividers by - @saradika The fics that I read May-December.

White Wolf by mrsbuckybarnes1917 | ⁂

Summary: You meet Bucky while you're in Wakanda and you just can't resist his wolfish charms!

Tied Up by duckybarnes1917 | ⁂

Summary: Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Stallion for the show by rookthorne | ⁂

Summary: It was your first classic car meet and you were excited for what lay ahead. Meeting others within the scene and maybe the possibility of making friends was your goal, but what awaited you was much, much more intense – for better, or for worse.

night visits by httpwintersoldier | ⁂

Summary: usually people find their own interests, but when you are "forcefully recruited" to work under HYDRA, your interest found you first.

for your own good by witchywithwhiskey | ⁂

Summary: bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Dream Maker by thenhewaswrongaboutme | ⁂

Summary: Bucky comes home late one night after a mission. You're already asleep, but he can't wait any longer— he needs you now.

Haunted by targaryenvampireslayer | ⁂ , ☢

Summary: Bucky was taken from you by Hydra a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of him…until he starts coming back to you

Holding on by joey-marvel14 | ☢, ☀

Summary: you notice Bucky is been more quiet then usual. He’s not talking to anyone, not even you. Bucky becomes withdrawn, his eyes are more puffy and sleep deprived, you notice he’s not eating as much either.

My everything by mrsbarnesblog | ☢, ☀

Summary: The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

Praise Kink by bucknastysbabe | ⁂ , ☢

I want to know who I'm looking at by world-of-aus | ⁂ metal arm kink fr by buckyalpine | ⁂ This Can't Go On Forever by vonalyn | ☢

Bucky's sweet treats by nicoline1998enilocin | ☀

Summary: Bucky has always enjoyed your baked goods and other sweet treats, so when you start leaving them for him to find when he comes back from missions, he can't help but smile like an idiot every times he sees you, or one of your treats.

Rebound by adrinktostopyourthirst | ☢, ⁂, ☀

Summary: You lose your last tether to the normal world and Bucky has to make a decision. You’re officially part of the Underground. Does he help you, or not?

in losing grip, on sinking ships by mellowsaturns | ☢

Summary: when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

Your Mission by mrsbuckybarnes1917 | ⁂

You're a HYDRA asset tasked with tracking down and recovering a lost soldier: Bucky Barnes. Story takes place between CA: WS and CA: CW.

Reset - Masterlist by lunarbuck | ☢, ⁂

Summary: The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Slaughter - Masterlist by lunarbuck | ☢, ⁂

Summary: The Winter Soldier takes what he wants

The Bride of Soldat: Masterlist by vampy-doll | ☢, ⁂

Summary: In the summer of 1986, a young woman goes missing whenever HYDRA kidnaps her to be their next experiment for the reward of their Soldat. Now, post blip, Bucky starts to remember defining details of his love, his match made in hell, and is determined to find her. But after years of isolation and torture after his escape, she isn’t who he remembers. Now they’re trying to piece together who she was pre-HYDRA to teach her how to live, without his undying love and obsession of her getting in the way. But when one head is cut off, two more shall grow in its place, leaving them to discover those behind her abduction.

Soldiers by thefallennightmare | ☢, ☀, ⁂

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Please don’t take him (even though you can) by hansensgirl | ☢

Summary: She can have anyone she wants, but you can never love again. Not without him.

Miss Velvet Masterlist by missvelvetsstuff | ☢, ⁂, ☀

Summary: Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Going Under by beefromanoff | ☢, ☀

Summary: As a wildly famous singer's safety is called into question, Bucky Barnes is assigned to act as her personal security. over the course of the tour, their relationship evolves from professional into something more. when disaster strikes, Bucky is the one waiting to avenge her.

Kiss Me If You Can by deliciousangelfestival

Summary: Bucky, a stern lieutenant, discovers that his first love has become a famous phantom thief, sparking a thrilling cat-and-mouse chase with a romantic twist as he can't bear to see her imprisoned but prefers to keep her close.

deadly nightshade masterlist by kinanabinks | ☢, ⁂

Summary: as an upcoming agent, it is your job to remain professional and appropriate with your colleagues, and especially your seniors. but there's something about bucky barnes you can't seem to shake - as long as his girlfriend doesn't find out, it'll be fine. right?

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Growing Pains CH2 (MWC Day 8!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male(Intended) Reader Summary: College AU/Meet-cute(?) The cute guy that Claire hangs out with finally works up the courage to talk to you. Words: 1,662/200 Warnings: a few curse words but that's to be expected. Notes: Leon is super shy and awkward, I haven't read through it but when I was writing the dialogue and the text between it felt pretty chunky so if anyone has notes about that please let me know, I'm experimenting a little with the paragraphs, let me know if you liked the smaller ones better.

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Friday felt like it would never end, like you’d never be able to catch a break. You had to feel grateful, though, it hadn’t rained yet and your weather app told you it would be sunny all day. The extreme difference in the weather kept you reeling, back home the temperature and weather were usually consistent with the month, but after moving closer to school you'd noticed that the weather was a lot more sporadic here; yesterday it had been freezing and pouring for the majority of the day, getting as low as 10 °C with a warning for hail. Today was the complete opposite, the temperature had been between 26 and 32 °C with absolutely no clouds in sight. The extreme (and unwarranted) differences in the weather had left you staggering to catch up, you’d woken up that morning absolutely drenched in sweat and blinded by the sun. Having set your thermostat to keep up with the freezing temperatures outside and the poor insulation of your cheap apartment, since it had been cloudy all week you never bothered with your curtains or blinds but clearly that was a mistake. 

You probably shouldn't say you hated Chicago, it was nice sometimes and the students here were pretty respectful. You could count on one hand all of the times you’ve actually had a bad customer experience and all of them centered around finals or exams. You look up as the bell dings and a customer enters, he’s huge, completely dwarfing you in size. As soon as he steps up to the counter you recognize him, his pale skin, and the weird markings on his face. You’ve heard Claire complaining about him time and time again, he was apparently so strict that no one in his classes has ever passed. 

You highly doubted that no one’s ever passed but since she never gave you his name, and only referred to him as the Evil Tyrant of the West Wing, you could never fact-check her. Evil tyrant or not, you still had a job to do and money to make so, you put on your best smile and greeted him politely. He orders a black coffee and a triple shot of expresso, you’re a little intimidated by his voice, and maybe his order but you know plenty of guys with his stature and intimidating aura who are actually sweethearts. The order is simple, youve made it so many times for the poor professors who used to come by in the dead of night, it's pure muscle memory at this point. Getting his order made and totaled up on the register takes little to no thought, he waits like he's got better things to do, and before you can tell him he tosses the exact total onto the counter, paying without thanking (or tipping) you. 

He scoops up his two drinks before marching out of the shop. His footsteps are loud and heavy, clunky boots dropping down hard onto the linoleum like you used to do as a pubescent 16-year-old throwing a tantrum, you think about how every time you did that your mom would call you disrespectful and she’d take away your phone. At that thought small smile forms on your face, you can't help but feel a little amused at the image of your tiny, 5’4 mother disciplining a man about as tall and wide as a skyscraper. “What an ass.” You huff and glance back down at the tip jar, it was a measly four bucks and some change, mostly quarters. You’ve had worse tips, at least this could buy you a water and maybe some peanuts or sunflower seeds if you chose right. 

You lean against the counter and cast a glance out of the big windows at the front, the guy Claire eats with is out there looking like a terrified puppy, he’s gripping the handles of his bike tightly as the tyrant guy chews into him for something you can only imagine. You watch as the tyrant storms off, pretty dramatically, Claire's friend puts up his bike and locks it to the pole before coming inside, he flinches when he sees you watching and shakily pulls off his (stupid-looking) helmet. “You- uh… Did you see all that?” His voice shakes slightly and he fidgets with the helmet nervously “Maybe.” You shrug wanting to cut the guy some slack. “Was it something you wanted me to see?” He shakes his head and you go back to the register, “Then I guess I didn't see anything.” He visibly relaxes but his steps toward the counter are a little shaky, you’re already tapping his order into the register by the time he gets up to the counter. “I didn't even order yet…” He sounds a little flustered and you look up to see that his cheeks have gone pink. “You get the same thing every time.” You counter, tapping the green total button on the register, “What if I wanted something different.” His voice evens out like he's getting more comfortable. “Did you?” - “No.” You chuckle at the absurdity and shake your head. 

“2.95 big guy.” There's a pause and you look up expectantly, he's looking at you star-struck but as soon as you make eye contact he fumbles for his wallet, dropping his helmet in the process. “Um- im so sorry…” He apologizes quickly, handing you a five and bending to pick up his helmet. “S’fine.” you pause to put his cash into the register and pull out his change. “Two-oh-five is your change.” You hand it back only for him to drop it into your tip jar, he smiles and takes his cookie when you hand it to him. “Is- uh. I mean- is Claire not here today?” He fumbles a little, tearing off pieces of his cookie. 

You shake your head “Nah, not yet. Summer’s always slow.” He nods along with you, it's obvious he knows Claire isn't here. You look over at the windows again and check your watch, it's just about closing time. “Why is that?” He breaks the silence as you log out of the register, you look up at him a little caught off guard, “Hm? Why what?” His cheeks go pink and he fumbles for words- “Um… I mean- uh. Why is summer always slow?” You nod, understanding what he meant, and go back to the register with a shrug, “Luis says it’s ‘cause of the heat, no one wants hot drinks.” He nods slightly and finishes off his cookie, crumpling up the napkin as he lingers. It's not hard to see that he wants to keep talking to you and you almost feel bad for him, you finish logging off and nod in the direction of the trash can. “Bet you a free drink you can't get that into the trash from here.” You know you shouldn't be handing out drinks but he's too cute and it's the first thing that pops into your head. 

He visibly lights up, his eyes get wider and his back straightens “Alright.” He looks back at the trash can by the door, taking his attention off of you. You can't help but admire him while he lines up his shot, he's got a cute side profile, he's pretty tall, and his hair looks nice and soft. He raises the napkin over his head and tosses it in, you tear your eyes away from the muscle in his arms to see the balled-up napkin bounce off the window and into the trash. He looks back at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, you shrug and smile back while turning to grab a cup. “I was on the basketball team in high school.” He says sounding more confident than he had earlier, you snort as he reveals this crucial information after he wins your little game. 

“Guess I set myself up then, huh?” You get a cup and turn back to him, “Whatchu want?” He looks proud of himself, his shoulders relaxed and held back confidently. You can't help but think he looks handsome when he’s confident like this, the worry lines on his face disappear, his brows unfurrow, and he actually looks his age. “What if…” He trails off, his demeanor turning anxious again. He swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with the effort, “uh- w- what if… I got your number, instead of a drink?” A smile forces its way onto your face, he looks so nervous he might give himself an aneurysm. You huff playfully, unable to resist, this has to be the highlight of your week. 

You turn away from him to brew an iced coffee, It might be a little mean for you to draw this out, to make him worry more. “You want milk and sugar?” But you’ve always struggled with self-control. There's a long pause, before- “Ye… um yes please.” His voice is small and there's a slight shake if you listen close enough. You feel a little bad for doing this but you continue, you never pussy out. You finish brewing his coffee and in a smooth, well-practiced motion, you slap a sticker on the side and mark it with your name and number, putting a little x underneath. 

You hand it to him and without giving him time to think or breathe you herd him out of the shop. “Gotta close, call me later.” You shut and lock the door as he stands in front of it bewildered, his brain takes a while to catch up and you see him look down at the coffee in his hand and start to turn around but you’re faster; turning off the open sign and closing the blinds with a speed that you should be using for more important things, like getting dressed when you’re late to class, or finishing an essay that's about to be overdue, not being mysterious to the cute guy who still hasn't given you his name.

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A/N: it's getting easier and easier to write already, it didn't take half as long as yesterday's did to get 1,000 words. It feels so much good to actually feel happy writing. I can't help but feel worried it's not going to last forever with my fluctuating mental health but I've been looking up a few books to help improve my writing, grammar, flow, and punctuation and I've been seeing a lot of these writers saying that it's okay for you to be worried about that and to just push through.

[takami-rising]

in aeternum ☀︎

in aeternum

➳ eternally

character: rengoku kyojuro x reader genre: not full on smut but very suggestive, fluff, drabble warnings: 18+ MDNI, virgin/inexperienced reader, lots of intimate touching, implied intercourse/fade to black

Kyojuro who is just so gentle on your wedding night. Oh, so sweet when he feeds you the bowl of strawberries he's discreetly stolen from the kitchen stash in the dead of night. Thumb swiping across your plump lower lip to gather the saccharine juices, and what a shame it would be to waste its flavor. Your eyes unable, unwilling, to stray from his as he licks the taste off his finger.

You're a bundle of nerves the moment he gets a bit too close, hands trembling in his, strong and firm as they envelope yours in their tender touch. On the verge of tears, you tell him that everything is just happening so fast. From the day you accepted his proposal to when they transferred your furniture into his estate and now you are to be the spouse of the new head of the Rengoku family - what pressure. How eagerly you wish to make him proud, to fulfill your duty at his side.

He cradles you in his embrace, fingertips painting languid strokes up and down your arm until your breathing slows. Touch so delicate, so innocent until disappears underneath the sleeve of your yukata, quivers rushing through your body in waves. He asks if you bear any regrets in regard to your union, but you shake your head into his chest. Kyojuro would do anything and everything to ease any worry you may have. How disappointed with himself he is that you would ever think otherwise when you ask to simply spend the night asleep, tangled in each other's arms.

"My darling, we have a lifetime together. We may take all the time we need."

Kyojuro, whose cheeks are flushed the loveliest shade of pink when you awake in the early hours of the next morning to feel his member prodding against your hip, thick and hard, twitching in response to the soft friction as he stirs. Apologies leave his lips in graces, tells you not to worry and he squirms to get away.

You crawl through the plush of your shared kakebuton to close your distance once again, chasing the tingling sensation his bashful expression brings forth in the pit of your stomach. Hands trace the collar of his tousled yukata, dips into the hollow beneath bones in the sweetest of caresses, a careful curiosity that sparkles your eyes.

"May I see?"

He stutters, flustered and caught off guard. He does not mind, of course. Would let you tear his clothes apart if you wished to, but the way you look up at him, through eyelashes wet with sleep, fingertips dangling at his hips, waiting for permission. It makes his cock twitch. "Yes."

You unwrap his robe, slide the fabrics off his shoulders with such endearing determination, he cannot conceal the chuckle on his lips when you stop to brace yourself before the removing the fundoshi on his hips. Your eyes search his body, orbs flickering and he wonders if you're looking for something specific, any confidence he yet possesses slowly dwindling. Perhaps he did not live up to your expectations. Perhaps it was too much and the scars embedded in his skin repulsed you more than anticipated.

Your hand falls flat against his chest, fingers curling to drag the pad of their tips in your featherlight touch. His heart forgets a beat. He dares not take his eyes off of you as the golden hour laves you in its colors, your chest rising to chase its next breath quicker than the last as you carefully trace the scars that litter his body, rests over the one centered in his sternum. The skin goes taught with the hitch in his breath, twists and contorts around veins and muscle. You hesitate, then caress the hardened flesh tenderly. "Does it hurt?"

"I cannot think of pain when the one I love is touching me so intimately."

"Would you like me to stop?"

Kyojuro feels lightheaded, euphoria clouding any last comprehensible thought left in his mind, his voice reduced to nothing more than a breathy whisper. "No."

Your lips press a kiss under his left eye where the gold in his iris has turned to a setting sun while your hands continue their explorative dance. It doesn't open fully anymore, barely has any perceivable vision left, but you're heavenly even in the haze of its shadows. He melts into your touch, lets you mold him into any shape or form you desire.

"I think you are very beautiful," you say.

Dearest, loveliest Kyojuro who gets impatient, grabbing your hands and nearly begs against your lips. "My love, I wish to consummate our marriage now."

[la-grosse-patate]

Summary: After one successful expedition, Roger and Isabel land in a safe spot to asses the damage, refuel and admire... the... sunset ☀ Wordcount: 875

If Isabel had any more coherent thoughts left in her brain, they died on that damned aircraft carrier. Either squashed under dozens of pairs of motocross boots and beefed up cars, or pulverized by highwaymen bullets and rockets. And despite the tranquility of their hidden safe spot, the constant sizzling of her abused eardrums only seemed to get worse

With one shaky hand placed atop her still racing heart, she was glad to see that Timber was in much better shape than her.

“A few bullet holes here and there,” Roger’s voice echoed from behind her, where he knelt next to his beloved helicopter, “but nothing La Grosse Patate can’t handle.”

It was good news, right? Sure, she could walk away with permanent hearing loss, but they all made it through. Timber was alright, Roger was alright, La Grosse Patate... Had new ventilation holes, but by the grace of God, they were all fine.

Right?

A light chuckle escaped her throat, though it carried no amusement.

Rush would scold her, give her the ‘I told you so’ speech. Tell her that the risk wasn’t worth the reward. And even though the last few minutes of her mission were a blur, fragments of what had transpired at the lighthouse during her and Timber’s frantic escape were slowly starting to come back to her.

The captain didn’t expect shit to go south so quickly. One minute she was sneaking around, playing deadly ninja, the next she was running for her life with that stupid fucking package. And waiting for Roger to come pick her up felt like the longest two minutes of her life.

Maybe Rush was right, after all.

Still in flight mode, still high on adrenaline, she felt as wild as the sky looked.

Hues of pink and orange graced her tired eyes, and she felt the corners of her lips turn upwards. Happy to see that mother nature still did her thing. It was like she knew just what Isabel needed in that moment.

But as she stood there, admiring the show of colors, stars and clouds, she failed to notice Roger slowly making his way towards her.

“Enjoying the view, captain?”

Her dumb smile dropped from her face faster than Nana’s victims.

Come on, girl.

Scrambling to find two brain cells to rub together, “Yeah, it’s... nice,” was all she could muster before bowing her head in shame and defeat.

As the pilot came to stand in front of her, she felt her neck getting warmer. How he managed to turn her brain to mush in a matter of seconds was beyond her. She was pathetic.

“You did great back there, chérie.”

Suddenly, the sand beneath her feet became absolutely enthralling.

“You should have seen Timber,” she deflected, trying her damned hardest not to let the blush creep higher than the scarf around her neck. “He tore their asses to shreds. Shreds, I’m telling you.”

Proud of herself for finally forming a somewhat proper sentence, she lifted her gaze to look for her canine companion. For a distraction.

But instead of keeping her mouth shut, she opened it again to ramble some more.

“It was a total massacre. Timber went for their faces everytime,” she beamed like a proud mother. “Couple guys even threw themselves into the water to run from him, but I’m pretty sure they met an even worse fate,” she nodded to herself, staring at the ground. “Sharks, y’know?” she elaborated, meeting the man’s eyes to make sure he understood what she meant. “There- there are sharks in the water there and...”

When the puzzled look on his face turned to mirth, and his boisterous laugh filled her still buzzing ears, she felt as if the weight of a thousand aircraft carriers lifted from her chest.

“Besides,” she ventured with renewed confidence, “you did all the hard work. Flying us all the way here, I mean... that’s a lot of unslept hours, and stress, and...”

Roger shook his head, and she shut right up.

“Seeing you kick ass gives me all the strength I need, Isabelle,” he assured her. A gentle smile still tugged at his lips. “And when that truck exploded, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Fuzzy memories replayed in her mind, rewinding to the exact moment she discovered those crates of fireworks and rigged the highwaymen truck that carried them. That was, in fact, a genius move on her part. Funny how she totally forgot she did that.

“En fait, the second most beautiful thing,” he corrected.

Isabel made a face. How dare he downplay her work, her craft and her tactics, when she’d just infiltrated the enemy stronghold, outsmarted the most dominant faction in the region and stole their most precious resources gosh dang it he was smiling, he was smiling at her, why was he smiling at her?

Once her face started flushing, there was no stopping it. And when she felt her ears burn, she prayed with every fiber of her being that the deeper orange shades in the sky did a great job at concealing the color in her cheeks.

Come on girl.

“You know what, I agree. This... sunset,” she scoffed, gesturing towards the view in front of them. “You don’t see this everyday. God really said ‘bless this day in particular’.”

Decided to draw the most simple thing ever to try and get myself back into shape. I haven't touched my graphic tablet in a very long time and my skills have gotten a bit rusty. As for my writing, well... English is not my first language.

Taglist [opt in/out here]: @theelderhazelnut @ravenmind2001 @where-she-went @skoll-sun-eater @thepachy

@whatwouldvalerydo @pnathaniellgsilver @yokobai @silvertonguedelf @josephseedismyfather

@noodlecupcakes @raresvtm @titiagls @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn

[n-s4kayaky]

𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛/𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 (𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢! 𝚂𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Romance, Angst, a little bit of Smut, Religious Themes, Mentions of pregnacy, Mentions of Rape , Blood and Violence, Croccy just wants his wife 😔

Notes: Well, After a while of writing the One Shot I thought it would be a good idea to do the backstory and why does what happens in the first place. So I hope you like it (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)

𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 (𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢! 𝚂𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

I still couldn't believe what had just happened, after so many years without seeing you; But there you were, lying on her bed, sheltered between the fine silk sheets while your body lay quietly naked beside hers. His fingers brushed your skin delicately and subtly, afraid that your body would vanish between his hands, slowly moving his touch up to your chin, grasping it affectionately as he watched your sleepy face. You were just as beautiful as the last time his eyes fell on your body, his arm wrapped around your waist, carefully gluing your body to his larger one. Crocodile let out a wistful sigh as he smiled, the memories of the first time they met began to cloud his mind with some affection

ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

That night was splendid, the moon illuminating the dark mantle of the neck, speckled with small, dazzling stars. While he was a deity and enjoyed staying in his hidden temple filled with his riches while mortals worshipped him, he also enjoyed small pleasures such as wandering around the city that offered him devotion. That night there was a little night fair, more like a nice flea market, and I was a little curious to take a little walk around the place. Although he adopted a smaller form than the one he maintained as a deity, he still attracted attention for his great height compared to other humans; But they couldn't blame him. His clothes were still expensive, made of the finest fabrics and complemented by beautiful jewels that covered his head and neck, accompanied by gold thread covered with shining ornaments that covered his scar and made a fine cloth cover from nose down; While his scar didn't create insecurities, he didn't want humans to stand around staring at his scarred face.

When he arrived at the flea market he watched with delight as people moved quickly from one place to another, the deafening noise of voices and shouts filled his ears, the smell of spices being sold along with the fire and other smells swirled in his nostrils, and his eyes were fixed on the colored lanterns that adorned the neck and made a contrast of colors in that hectic place. Crocodile knew what humans were capable of, he liked the sight of the activities they created; But it didn't surprise him to a great degree, either. He began to walk along the corridor that was created by the crowd of people; But it quickly began to expand in the presence of man, Crocodile watched with delight as people stood aside before him, how men looked at him dumbfounded and women longingly as they began to murmur among themselves, it was clearly something normal, seeing such a man covered in riches and with such a splendid appearance was not so common in that place. Eventually, in his presence, the merchants began to attract his attention, showing him their products in the hope that this empowered man would buy from them. However, Crocodile was not very interested in such, yes, it was true that he had abundant riches; But just like riches, he had an abundance of materials offered to him by his followers, so he passed by the merchants, simply placing his golden gaze on some stalls.

After a while of walking, people had stopped showing him so much attention except for the occasional woman who had approached him with clear intentions, which he had observed with disinterest and had continued his walk through the market stalls. In one of the shops a glow had caught his eye, and out of the corner of his eye he saw what it was. To his right was a beautiful stall well decorated with different blankets and white silk-like fabrics, only being a copy of this, small pendants were around the shop, all of these with small semi-transparent crystals that shone different colors when the light reflected on them, on the display table were various animals which were camels, snakes with detailed scales despite their small size, dogs, cats, butterflies, etc. What certainly caught his attention were the small crocodiles that were meticulously placed; What really stood out is that all the animals were created from glass, they all had their charm, the details were elaborated with patience and love. He took a step further, certainly fascinated by the small creatures made of glass, wondering if it was possible for a mere human to be able to create such a wonderful work of art – "Did any particular animal catch your eye, sir?" - Their vision parted from the crystal figures and they fell on the young woman on the other side of the stall with a radiant smile - "Just… I was watching them… Are… Pretty," he said while still watching the young woman, who broadened her smile at the comment and nodded happily, "I'm so glad my art caught your attention, sir."- Crocodile gently raised one of his eyebrows, "Your art? Are you the creator of this?" - The young woman laughed softly as she nodded slightly looking at the much larger man - "That's right, I make these crystal figures myself, this is my dedication and I am as such proud of it" - An aura of calm and warmth ran through Crocodile's body. That woman had a presence that created peace, calm; something that no other mortal had ever managed to do in the "I see… And, I hope I don't seem too unfit; But how do you do them?" - The girl in response shook her head with that friendly smile while bending down to get something from under the display table, curious Crocodile peeked out until he observed how she took out a large sack full of sand, which the girl put her hand in and let it fall into the sack - "Sand, she's my co-worker. It is heated to a very high temperature and when it is transformed into glass it is molded while it is still at a high temperature. Who knew you could do such things with a little sand, right?" - Crocodile watched carefully as the sand escaped from your hands and fell into the sack fluidly, at the comment he couldn't help but let out a laugh that resounded in his chest -"Right, who knew?" -

The girl watched him as she put the bag back in its place under the table while shaking off the little sand that had stuck to her palms. - He commented in a soft tone as he tilted his head gently. Crocodile looked at the girl with his eyebrow raised and a slight smile on the corner of his lips. How did you know?" - The girl laughed as she moved a little closer to him, standing on the edge of the table and leaning on it carefully - "Not everyone here dresses in good fabrics and wears such precious jewels. It's easy to see him and quickly think that he's not from here and that he has good power." Certainly in the last he was not wrong making Crocodile laugh again "I understand, now I know why all the merchants were trying to make him have something" The young woman left the table laughing while she shook her head in amusement-"Well, they are always calling the attention of anyone to buy from them, they are desperate and between you and them their products are not of very good quality"- he said in an amused whisper looking at the man in whom a smile was drawn on his face -"I see, and your stall is of good quality"- "Well, I think so, it is my art and I create it myself with my hands and the quality that the desert itself and the gods themselves give me with the sand I use"- Crocodile's heart beat as he listened to it as he listened to how you spoke with confidence and enthusiasm in your voice -"In that I must agree with you… I'd like to buy you something; but I must admit that unfortunately I didn't bring anything with me"- Some embarrassment consumed his body at the statement; He had a lot of gold, that much was clear, but he never thought he'd want to buy something at a flea market like he does right now. The girl's gaze softened, and kindness seemed to drain from her eyes—"What animal did you like?" - He said as he began to poke around again under the table, pulling out several emerled green papers - "Well… And to say that crocodiles are an animal that I certainly like"- "You can tell, if I'm honest with his look… It is beautiful and looks like that of a reptile like crocodiles. Besides, it seems that you yourself have such animals as pets," he let out with a nervous laugh and a small blush staining his pretty cheeks, Crocodile laughed, if he knew. The young woman watched with a certain tenderness and how she took one of the figures of the aquatic reptile, wrapping it carefully between the green papers. He extended his hand with the wrapper as he looked at the man, Crocodile with his good hand extended it equally watching as he delicately placed the crystal figurine in his large palm, his eyes focused on it again"I… Right now I don't have anything, it's not necessary." - "Don't worry, I liked you… Consider it a gift from me; but if you like you you can do something in return to return the gift" - he said with that beautiful smile as he looked at the taller man. Crocodile looked at you for a few seconds while he felt his heart beat at the mere presence of the mortal in front of him, without a doubt it was unique, curiosity and a spark of affection appeared in him before that talented young woman and he certainly wanted to be with her again -"In that case I would like to do it, miss"-

After several weeks Crocodile began to go more to that town to spend time with this wonderful woman. She showed her the place where she worked, her workshop, how she made such works of art with a material which was glass. Crocodile was amazed by her, a spiral of infatuation appeared in him, that girl was so talented, so kind, so affectionate, tender, pretty, attractive; To him there weren't enough adjectives to represent how wonderful she was. Eventually the girl also fell in love with the great mysterious and attractive man who spent time with her. He learned about her, he knew the origin of how she began to mold with glass, which was the lineage of his family as an artist in that profession, he learned how to make the figures and taught her more than once to make such, which did not go completely as planned and that day was recorded with laughter and some other mockery, He learned from his other hobbies, tastes. She, on the other hand, also learned from him, knew of some of his tastes and ambitions; But it was never said that the one with whom he was entering into a loving relationship was one of the very deities whom he worshipped with devotion.

Weeks turned into months and that relationship and love was increasing. Oh, she still remembers that first time, she was so shy showing off her wonderful body that Crocodile seeing her would think she could be another deity with such a beautiful figure. She still remembers the first brush of your quality skins against each other, the softness of her shy hands running over Crocodile's larger, more muscular body, the softness of her sweet lips, the love with which she looked at him as she explored his body with tender kisses, the way her beautiful breasts bounced at his thrusts, The tender moans he let out with open lips, the sweetness of his skin and his delicious excitement, how his beautiful little pussy opened for him and how his tenders settled before the great intuition of his cock, the body full of marks that he had proudly created, how he loved to see your pussy dripping from his divine seed for the first time. That first time was beautiful, after the sensuality of that night came the beautiful tranquility that Crocodile adored so much when it came to being alone with her, the conversations they had that still haunt her mind – "If mortality existed… You would spend eternity with me dear"- -"Without a doubt, I would love to spend such time by your side"- -"…"- -"To you… You'd like it someday… That question was undoubtedly the one that made his heart beat harder that night, he smiled as he imagined his wife's body with a round belly with a child of hers inside, a future where the two of them were together with two small children playing around the house. What's more, we can start right now." The girl's laughter was the last thing heard until the night was once again painted with lust.

Crocodile loved her madly, there was no doubt about that, she was his greatest treasure, the new brightness that appeared in his life, a beautiful flower in the middle of the sandy desert that stood out for its beauty. Crocodile didn't tell the secret of what it really was, he thought it was something he wanted to keep because he was more than willing that he would find mortality for his beautiful wife and once she was a deity he would keep her by his side for an eternity in which they would live together and full of love with each other. During the time he was with her he would always give her wonderful gifts, nice dresses, beautiful jewelry and so on, she would always ask him where he got it all; But he always managed to avoid her questions skillfully. For a few years Crocodile was looking for an option with which to give his wife mortality; But there was never an answer or anything with which to ordeal with such power

Everything was perfect, the years passed and they were still together with the same love and even more of it, until the day I always hate came…

Although thanks to him his wife had put aside her work and the duties of her life a little, she had not completely pushed him away. That day there would be a night market, just like the one you met. He helped you set up your stall, set up the figures and so on, asked him if he wanted him to keep it; But she refused, saying she would fix it, she had always done it, hadn't she? Crocodile hesitated but the girl was more stubborn and convinced him to go home and return to the market at midnight so that they could both return home, he accepted the proposal and gave a tender kiss of love to his beautiful wife and then left for the house. Hours passed until midnight came and Crocodile set off in search of his wife. I walk down the narrow corridor of people as I did the time you first met until I reach the stall; but she was not on the other side of the table with that wonderful smile that he loved so much, a feeling of anguish appeared in Crocodile's body and without wasting a second he began to look for her. That night he went all over the flea market looking for her, asking about her, if they had seen her, people always denied him or some even did not respond to his questions, causing Crocodile's anger to begin to bubble up in his body. From the flea market he went to the village, he walked all over it in the hope of finding her somewhere safe.

It was the first time that this deida had such a hard time, desperately searching in every corner for the presence of her beloved, turning herself into sand and going all around; But I couldn't find anything. On the verge of collapse a place came to Crocodile's mind, the great lake where whenever you could, maybe it was there waiting for him. He hastened to the place, looking along the shore for the figure of his wife, walking from the beginning of it to the end; And it wasn't that he noticed the water, which is where he was. A cold breeze flooded his body as he saw a body similar to his wife's floating in the middle of the waters, he wanted to think that unfortunately it was someone else, that this girl was not his beautiful wife. A crocodile gently took the body between its large mouth and brought it closer to the shore where the deity stood, leaving the lifeless body on the sand. With a trembling hand, Crocodile turned his body and felt something in his body completely break at the sight of his face. It was she, his beautiful wife, the light of his life, the mother of what would become his children, his desert flower lying dead, her skin purple and wet, the corner of her mouth with a small trickle of blood still flowing, the eyes that had that color he loved so much transformed into white. The man's tears began to flow from his eyes as his trembling hand gently grasped her cheek, which had once turned that tender color, and he moved his head to get a better look at his face, now lifeless and without that wonderful glow.Crocodile shook his head, refusing to acknowledge that his beloved wife was dead in his arms, he closed his eyes tightly as streams of tears poured down onto the woman's already wet body, bringing his face close to hers and brushing his nose against her coldest – "My flower… Please… Tell me… Tell me this ain't true, this is all a dream… Please… Please, you can't do this to me…" He opened his eyes as he slowly separated his face from the woman's, observing her body and widening his eyes at the sight of it. The beautiful clothes he had given her were torn, revealing her beautiful body full of scratches, bruises, and stabs in her stomach.The man's breath caught at the sight of his stomach and his eyes lowered even lower and he felt everything in him break. Her skirt was gone, let alone her underwear, the inner part of her thighs still had a small layer of blood and what undoubtedly caused the man to break were the remains of what appeared to be semen

Crocodile felt his body burn with anger as he grabbed his beloved's body and hugged her, burying his face in her chest as tears continued to fall from his eyes. Not only had his wife been drowned, but she had been cruelly raped and murdered. The man sobbed as he hid his nose in his beloved's wet hair, closing his eyes as he hugged her tightly—"My love… This is all my fault, I should have stayed with you… I'm so sorry… I'm really sorry my flower… I will be your vengeance my dear, all these humans will no doubt regret their creation."- He placed a soft kiss on her cold head as he carefully picked up the body in his arms, sticking it to his body as he watched the water of the water that once brought him fond memories of his wife, he growled as a roar rang throughout the town. The water in the lake gradually began to drop, seeming to fade away until there was not a drop of water left.

Crocodile began to walk towards his temple calmly as he grabbed his wife's body with the same love he did the first time, all the way his eyes did not leave her, letting his tears fall on his wife. When he arrived at the temple, he entered it, walking through the long corridors until he reached a room that only he knew how to access, the chamber where he kept all his most precious treasures and riches, as she was. The sand began to fly toward the center of the room, piling up on top of each other and creating what was a sand tomb. He carefully laid down his wife's lifeless body, looked at her face and closed his eyes as his hand went down to her cheek, caressing it while tears continued to fall from her eyes. His wife, the one he loved so much, the first mortal he had ever made believe in humans; dead before him. He brought his face close to hers and planted a kiss full of love and sadness on her forehead as he slowly pulled away, staring at his riches until a glow caught his attention and made his gaze fall on it, causing Crocodile's soul to break even more. There was the crocodile crystal figure you'd given her the first time his eyes fell on her. Tears poured down as he gently took the figure, looking at it with some affection and then looking at his wife's body, placing the figure on her chest "My flower… This was not to end like this… I'm so sorry… I should have hurried more to find a way to make you immortal; but… I'm sorry, I swear I won't love anyone like I did with you…" - Little by little he slowly separated himself from the altar, completely refusing to leave; But she knew she couldn't do anything else just by standing inches away from her body as she wept and mourned the loss of her one true love.

ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

Although Crocodile refused for many years to think that you were really gone, he knew that she was dead and that he would never see her again; Until you showed up. Crocodile was no doubt out of breath when he saw how you entered the temple, you were the spitting image of his wife, her hair, her face, her body, her aura, her soul… You had it all. You couldn't be her, but you were the same… You may have been the reincarnation of his wife. Crocodile didn't want to think about it anymore, he was just happy to see his wife, even if she was her reincarnation. He looked back at your sleeping body and was surprised to see tears streaming down his cheeks, he laughed softly as he wiped away the tears and watched your placid face. He approached him and kissed your forehead with love and affection, it seems that life had given him again the option to love and he was not going to miss this one.

This time she wouldn't let you go and lovingly care for her beloved desert flower.

[luneariaa]

☀︎ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

❥︎ - ; ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ 🧡

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ,, ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ 🧡

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

"Joshua, you mustn't push yourself too hard. You should take a rest, as you are still sick as ever." You scolded the Dominant of Phoenix, shaking your head slightly in disapproval.

It's your task as his personal attendant, or a caregiver of some sort after all; ever since his childhood years.

Though this is like a normal occurrence for the both of you, you still couldn't help it-- always worried over his natural born sickly condition.

A soft sigh escapes from your lips as you put the leftover food and medicines away after you've made sure he has taken them.

Joshua merely smiles reassuringly at you. "You worry too much. If I were to rest almost all the time, I would never get anything done."

His tone clearly shows that he's gotten used to it, and is perfectly fine by this point.

"Besides, I got you here with me, don't I?" He lightly refers to you with no hint of anger or even annoyance whatsoever. "Even if I do push myself too hard, you'd be there to scold me back to reality."

His last sentence genuinely earned an amused look from you, at least a bit; smirking slightly with your head turned away.

"Josh, come on now," you merely chuckled, finally giving him your full attention.

"While your point is completely valid, that doesn't stop me from worrying about you."

A gentle smile adorns upon his handsome face, now holding onto the eye contact as well with a certain fondness being apparent.

And it's completely reasonable, since the both of you have basically stuck up with each other for uncountable years; ever since his childhood years alone.

While you are like, a year or two years younger than he is, you always do your tasks dutifully without a single complaint. Well, unless you needed to. But aside from that, you never did.

"You always tend to my needs even when I didn't really need them. You even brought me books to read with, or even when my Father was away."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

His ocean-blue eyes wandered out and onto the bright afternoon sky as he spoke those words; reminiscing the old times that have surely passed.

Several birds have even landed on the windowsill of the currently open window-- their' heads tilted adorably for a few seconds, before flying away once again to join their group of friends someplace.

You turned your head to spare him a glance, now noticing that his previous smile was gone, yet still somehow distracted in his own cloud of thoughts.

You even took the opportunity to simply stare at his handsome side profile, though it only lasted for a few minutes or less as you didn't want to be seen as improper. Even more regarding to the clear difference in rankings between you both.

He did notice the stare that you've given him but decided not to say anything, or even choose to not mention anything. After all, it did not once make him feel uncomfortable in some way.

His beautiful, ocean-blue eyes found their way to your figure once more, seeing that you've now seated on one of the vacant chairs nearby while averting your gaze toward outside the window as well.

"You know," he grins a bit as he starts on. "I remember back then; when you stood inside the library, perhaps checking and dusting off some of the old books for Father, and you were so focused that you didn't notice my presence."

"It's quite funny that you screamed a little, even jumping in surprise when you finally noticed me."

An annoyed look became visible from the moment those words left his mouth. Baffled, even.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I didn't notice you that time-! Besides, I didn't even jump that high.." You muttered under your breath as your cheeks became pinkish in pure embarrassment at the old memory.

"It's adorable actually." He chuckles again, this time most likely directed at the current expression you're making.

With your cheeks being puffed out in response to his teasing, you grabbed the cushion that was settled on the sofa and threw one at him; still out of embarrassment.

The cushion did end up hitting him straight on the face, yet he only laughs it off at your actions alone.

"Just know that I could tease you all day if I could."

But you knew better-- you couldn't even stay annoyed at him no matter how hard you tried to be. And he's completely aware of it.

In the end, you've simply given up and decided to laugh along as well. All the while that it happened, Joshua just fell in love more deeply with you than he ever did in the process.

It's just a matter of time whether he admits his feelings for you or decides to go against it.

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

@ 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[ca-8]

𐋐𖼜𖼜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊: 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 (𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚎) 𖼜𖼜𐋐

Disclaimer! 

This is based on information within Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity (mostly Age of Calamity). While this will be based on events in Age of Calamity/BOTW, these events will only be scenario-based and loosely related to the actual plots in the games.

◈━◈ 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬'𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 ◈━◈

The hotheaded caption of the Hylian army, who’s always ready for battle! ...but never for casual conversation. Though romance doesn’t exactly fit within their skillset, their passion is as powerful as the final blow to a raging Lynel. It’s guaranteed that no harm will ever come to whoever they have their sights set on, and rest assured every day will be nothing short of an adventure; heart-pounding tests for the soul. Every day shall be lived like it’s the last! 

☀𖼜 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𖼜☀

The patient, empathetic, and hard-working personal servant of Hyrule’s beloved Princess. Their sole purpose is to serve Zelda’s every domestic need down to the letter, and they’re certainly more than happy to do so. Their admiration for her true self goes even beyond the average citizen’s, so nothing will ever keep them away from being by her side. It’s the least they can do after what happened all those years ago...

✿◉●•𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫◦•●◉✿

No one special, just a shy, humble salesperson...who wants nothing more than to help with the fight against Calamity Ganon. Ever since disaster struck their village, they’ve held a raging urge to push back against those forces of evil and avenge those once close to them. Although, they have almost no skill and the courage of a frail twig... and no one’s a better trainer than one of Princess Zelda’s beautiful bodyguards. 

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

A traveling Zoran healer who follows in their princess’ footsteps. Though they were not born with any healing abilities like dear Mipha, the grace she blessed upon them while they were kids was enough to inspire their fate. And after her tragic outcome within Vah Ruta, they wish to carry out a similar grace and kindness she had possessed across Hyrule. And who would have thought a certain upbeat prince would catch a heavy sight of such a simple deed...

★⋆✰𝓡𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾'𝓈 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇 ✰⋆★

Out of every tribe within Hyrule, there is always a special group of those who have the courage to go out and explore every inch of its wonders. This, of course, includes the Rito, having one traveler who is always happy to take in Hyrule’s beauty from amongst the clouds. Staying in one place and mingling with the other townsfolk was never their specialty, so, bow in wing, they set out on an adventure that changed their life...for better, or for worse. 

꧁༺ Mipha's Partner ༻꧂

Level-headed, hushed, and still - their entire existence has already been defined before they were put into this world. Purpose, however, has not been granted so generously, for it is earned, and if something so invisible is to be given purpose, they must put their life on the line for the sake of their tribe - especially if it’s for Princess Mipha. When her sake is in question, the honor of protecting her life is done unquestionably. King Dorephan has much faith in her skills, but a father’s worry for his child’s safety is a stubborn force. This spy is distant; their life unknown to most, especially to their dear Princess...but then again, everyone knows she is smart as she is kind. 

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 13

Summary: The tour is finally coming to a close with the final stops being Eyrie and Runestone. They make it back to Dragonstone ready to be wed and to begin having their plans come to fruition.

Warnings: 18+, fingering, swearing, anxiety, sadness, death!

Authors Note: is it a got/hotd wedding without a death?, i’m trying to finish this fic like fr

Word Count: 4.7k

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I never thought I’d be flying back to The Vale so soon after I left it. Yes, it’s been almost three years but I feel like I was only just here. I’ve decided that we will only spend a week here and the last week of this tour in Runestone. It took me awhile to finally decide that we were going back to visit but with Aemond at my side I can do anything. I think it will be healing and cathartic to show someone where I grew up.

Once we enter the Vale the temperature starts to rise a bit allowing us to remove most of our furs. I breathe in the familiar air and a sense of my past washes over me. I take my braids out and allow my hair to flow behind of me freely. Vaelys lets out a soft cry and dips between the clouds.

The castle rises into the clouds and takes my breath away. Its sharp towers pierce the clouds jutting above them. Vaelys lands on a patch of unclaimed land outside the gates as Vhagar follows. We’re welcomed in warmly and greeted by the locals.

Were whisked away to our chambers and I notice the balcony right away. It walks out into the clouds looking as if it has no end. I’m absolutely mesmerized by the room and thank Lord Arryn for the beautiful chambers. Aemond twirls me around and pulls me out to the balcony to dance in clouds.

We attend a couple of meetings here but mostly just stroll around the castle taking its beauty and its heights. I quite like the idea of having my own moon door and the absolution it offers. The architecture here is very unique and different but very appealing.

At the end of our week we say our goodbyes and offer an invite to the wedding in two weeks time. They smile and accept and wish us well on my journey back home.

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We land in Runestone on the beach that I left on. My chest tightens at being back on these shores. I just have a terrible feeling like I’m going to be left and stuck here. Forever to be alone. My breathing intensifies as I reach the ground and kneel on the beach.

���I’m here with you.” Aemond whispers kneeling next to me rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“Thank you.” I breathe out slowly trying to calm myself.

“Why don’t you show me your chambers?” he asks helping me rise with him.

He grabs our bags as I lead him back to the castle claiming his hand. He rubs circles on my hand soothing me. It’s weird walking through the halls with him completely in the open. A lot of eyes are looking our way but I have no care. We finally make it to my chambers and I lock the doors behind of us. Aemond looks around my old room taking in who I was and now it’s all just covered in dust.

“At least they didn’t throw everything away I suppose.” I say shrugging as I lay back on my bed. “This is it by the way. This is where I spent a majority of my life. This room.” I say closing my eyes.

“Never again will you be locked away.” he says slowly laying next to me.

“He stole my life from me.” I whisper as tears prick at the edges of my eyes.

“And you will take his.” Aemond promises.

I turn to look at him and his eye locks with mine. He softly kisses my lips and turns his body so he’s above me. Our breaths start coming out in pants and he rises above me. My chest rises and falls quickly as I anticipate his next move. He kisses the side of my mouth and rolls over to lay next to me again.

“Aemond,” I whine.

“Hm?” He hums not stirring from next to me.

“Ugh,” I groan and get up. I grab a slip from my bag and enter my bathroom.

I start to take off my clothes and try to think of anything else besides where I am. I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble staying here and it’s honestly annoying. I just need my mind to be elsewhere for a while. I know the slip I brought with is going to drive him crazy. It’s black silk with lace trim and thin straps. It barely goes to my mid thigh and if I want a distraction, I have to be the distraction.

“My love?” Aemond asks from the other side of the door.

“Yes my betrothed?” I open the door looking up at him through my lashes.

“A goddess before me.” Aemond whispers, pupil blown. “What can I do for you?” he pulls me closer by my waist.

“Lay with me, hold me, touch me.” my voice comes out as more of a whine.

Aemond brings us back to my bed and leans back onto the headboard so I can rest on his chest. His hand slips over the silk offering small touches to my covered skin. I whimper when he grazes one of my nipples and gives a quick kiss to my neck. I squirm and squeeze my legs making my slip ride up. He brings a hand to trail the length of my thigh only to find me bare underneath.

“Do you ever wear panties?” He growls in my ear.

“Only when I really want you to take them off.” I tease spreading my legs a bit. His fingers meet my wet core and he slowly slips two fingers into me. He pumps slowly as I grind down onto his palm.

“How was I blessed with such a needy wife like you.” he whispers in my ear as he brings his other hand to meet my clit.

“Aemond-“ I sob out clenching around his fingers.

“So deliciously tight.” he purrs circling a third finger near my entrance making me squirm. “I cannot wait to fuck you senseless.” he says nipping my ear.

He speeds up his fingers on my clit making it hard for me to keep my legs open. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as he curls his fingers. I release my lip and let go a cry of euphoria as I explode around his fingers. I arch off of his chest and sigh out content as I relax against him.

“Rest now my love.” he whispers pulling the covers around us.

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When I wake I feel a rush of panic as I’m in my childhood room. Aemond pulls me to him closely as he whispers about how much he loves me as he peppers me with kisses. We slowly rise and I offer to take him on a tour of my home. He listens intently and never lets go of my hand. We walk the halls and avoid most people and conversations. We take the rest of the day to spend with our dragons on the beach.

“I think this tour went well. The realm adored us.” Aemond hums as he lays back in the sand.

“We get to see if it paid off by who all shows up to our wedding.” I reply trying to hide my nerves.

“What’s wrong my love?” he coos turning towards me.

“I don’t want to be in Runestone anymore.” I whisper back fighting off tears.

“Mount Vaelys and let’s go to Dragonstone. I’ll have word sent for them to ship our bags back to Kings Landing.” Aemond says brushing sand off of himself as he gets up.

“I’ll be fine.” I reply annoyed with myself at how I can’t handle being here.

“No matter, let’s go.” he smiles offering me his hand. “I’m sure everyone will be happy to see us anyway.” he pulls me up and gives me a soft kiss.

We quickly mount our dragons and shoot into the sky. Vaelys shares my sentiment and zips away from Runestone with haste. Vhagar and Aemond approach from behind of us as we slow. We leisurely make the short flight to Dragonstone and land outside of the pits.

We slowly walk up the castle hand in hand. I appreciate that we have no bags or greeting this time. It’s been lovely to be celebrated by the realm and to explore but I really just want to relax and go somewhat unnoticed for a day or two. Once we enter the castle we see that the main hall is absolutely filled. We try to shuffle through the people trying not to call too much attention towards us as we slip to the stairs.

“What are you two doing here?” Alicent asks as she descends the stairs.

“I didn’t want to be in Runestone a moment longer.” I say truthfully.

“That’s okay my child.” she offers me a sad smile. “You two go up to Viktoryas chambers and I’ll have food and clothes brought up to you. I know it’s been a long journey and you both need rest.” Alicent smiles warmly at us.

“Thank you mother.” Aemond hums as he starts ushering me up the stairs ensnaring my hand in his.

We slowly make our way up to my chambers. It feels so nice to not have to keep up appearances and truly just breathe. My dream is finally coming to fruition in just a week. Since we’ve arrived at Dragonstone earlier than expected I’m hoping me and Aemond will be able to set plans and make decisions regarding pathing our ascension.

“What are you thinking about?” Aemond hums opening the doors for us.

“Our future.” I reply vaguely going to lounge on my couch.

“And what of it?” Aemond hums as he comes to take a chair next to me.

“We just have a lot of work and planning. This wedding is just the beginning.” I bite the inside of my cheek in thought.

“Indeed,” he hums. “We have time and allies. I’ll kill whoever you tell me to.” he looks to me full of devotion.

“I honestly think Aegon shouldn’t just disappear, I think we should ki-“ my chambers begin to open.

“Mother,” Aemond jumps up to collect the clothes out of her hands. “Please knock next time.” he says softly as she ushers the servants in with food.

“Yes, my apologies.” Alicent hums absentmindedly setting out plates. “It’s been quite a busy week. I’ve missed you both.” she turns to us and smiles.

“I’ve missed you as well.” Aemond responds with tinted cheeks.

“I know you two would like to rest but tomorrow I’d like to hear how the tour went.” she says walking to the doors once more.

“Of course, thank you.” I smile to her. “We’re thankful to be around family and familiar faces again.”

We spend the rest of the night in bed in each others arms. It feels so nice to finally be done with the tour. I’m thankful I was finally to see most of the seven kingdoms but this relaxation was needed. I know after me and Aemond wed we won’t have the opportunity to truly relax for some time.

It’s strange to think that I will be orchestrating deaths and disappearances. We have a lot of planning and recruiting to do. I wish that I could just focus on the wedding but there’s more at stake here. I know Aemond will be at my side in any decision, we just need to make more close connections and create our own council of sorts.

“Rest my love.” Aemond kisses the side of my head. “We’ll start plotting tomorrow.” he pulls me into him and puts the covers over us.

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I slowly stretch and feel Aemond pull me closer to him. We stay silently in bed, happy in each others arms. He slowly brushes my hair away from my face and places small kisses all over. We slowly get out of bed and start to pull on some clothes. I slip on a simple black dress as Aemond matches me in all black. We exit my chambers and make our way down to the dining hall.

Everyone is already at Dragonstone for the wedding it seems. Viserys is sitting at the center of the table with Alicent, Aegon, and Helaena to his right. Rhaenrya and my father are to his left along with all of the children. We take a seat and servants are upon us immediately filling our plates and cups.

“Welcome home!” Viserys raises his glass to us. “I hope the tour went well.” he smiles setting his glass down.

“It was thrilling to see all of the houses and meet with them. Thank you for the opportunity, Your Grace.” I reply to him with a smile.

The rest of breakfast is filled with talk of all of the guests arriving soon. Servants are hustling around the castle in preparation for our ceremony. Aemond and I bask in the lightness and happiness surrounding us. I get lost in thought of how this will be one of our last full and calm family meals. It doesn’t make me change my mind in the slightest pertaining our path to the throne.

“A toast!” Alicent says raising her glass. “To my son and our beautiful Viktorya. You’ve brought us all together for such a happy occasion.” she says tenderly looking at us.

Everyone raises their glasses to us as we smile at each other. The servants begin to clear the table and people start filtering out. Aemond and I comfortably make our way back to my chambers to lounge on the balcony and wait for Alicent. We’re cuddling on the couch enjoying the breeze when Alicent calls for us through the doors. We invite her in and she joins us on the balcony claiming a chair opposite of us.

“Tell me all about the tour.” Alicent beams barely able to contain her happiness for us.

We share with her all of the details. She listens intently and nods along with the story. She rarely interrupts and offers us words of praise when we tell her of our allies from around the realm. She said she’s received ravens from all of the houses we’ve visited stating they will come to Dragonstone to bear witness to our union.

“Even Lord Borros?” Aemond raises an eyebrow.

“His message was short and curt, but yes he says he will attend the celebrations.” Alicent nods in confirmation.

“Interesting, maybe us befriending the locals helped with that.” Aemond ponders. “What of Jason Lannister?” his hold on me tightens ever so slightly.

“He will be in attendance.” Alicent says taking in Aemonds more tensed state.

“It’ll be fine my love.” I say rubbing his arm and turning to smile at him.

We begin to discuss some of our plans for taking the throne. She assures us she’s with us and will do anything she can to assist us. She tells us there are people in Kings Landing that are overtly loyal to her and her alone and they in turn will support us. She places a kiss on each of our heads and slips out of the chambers to let us enjoy our peace.

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Our guests and allies slowly show up and greet us with warm smiles. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dragonstone this busy and full. Our guests have also brought servants from their houses so the whole castle is overflowing with life. It gets overwhelming quickly making me and Aemond sneak off frequently until Alicent comes and finds us to bring us back down.

We spend most of our days prior to the wedding talking with our new friends and discussing the future. While making these connections Aemond and I both make mental notes of who we would like on our council and the discussion of a potential hand.

We rarely see my father and his family which is surprising. I would expect them to be trying to make stronger connections with the house heads since they’re here at their disposal. That’s what happens when you get too comfortable, you expect everything to just be handed to you.

I will also admit that it does hurt my feelings that they haven’t been celebrating with us. I know it’s selfish of me to want to have that family connection when I’m plotting to tear it all down, but it’s my wedding. I’m his first daughter and he still doesn’t care. I try to shove that thought away so it doesn’t ruin my mood. I have plenty of people here to support me and Aemond.

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The rest of the week goes by quickly. Kaenna arrives with my after ceremony gown that absolutely blows me away. When she first sees me she bursts into tears and pulls me into a hug. She pulls back and places the gown near my vanity. I’m blown away at the details cascading all over the dress.

“I hope this is to your liking, my sweet girl.” She hums as she turns to me with a smile.

“It’s absolutely perfect, Kaenna. Thank you for everything.” I try to avoid my eyes tearing up.

“I can’t believe you’re to be wed tomorrow already.” Kaenna breathes out heavily. “We have so much to do and get done.” She says opening a trunk full of accessories and hair items for the ceremony.

She shows me my ceremonial robes and head piece that were made specifically for me. Seeing all of this brings such warmth to my heart. I’ve been dreaming of this day for my entire life and everything is finally falling into place.

We talk for a couple of hours of what’s to come and what’s to happen. I finally tell her of my dream that I’ve kept secret and she looks full of worry as I explain the plans. She nods and listens but I can see the nervousness in her mannerisms.

“My child, I have to admit I’m scared.” she says hushed looking to me.

“There’s no need. We have allies and plans. Won’t it be so exciting to say you’ve raised the Queen?” I say trying to lift her spirits.

“I care not of the station you hold, Viktorya. I care about your safety and happiness.” she grabs my hands in hers and squeezes them.

“Aemond makes me unbelievably happy and I know he would never allow any harm to come to me.” I reassure her smiling.

“I can see that.” she says tenderly as she gets up from the couch. “Let’s get you into bed. We have an early start in the morning.” she hums ushering me to my bed.

She tucks me in like she used to and kisses my brow. She quietly slips out of my chambers as I lay awake in bed giddy for the morning. This is the first night I’ve spent without Aemond in many moons and my bed feels so cold and massive. My eyes finally begin to droop as I let sleep consume me.

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I jolt awake gasping for breath as my sheets cling to my body. It can’t be, I just spoke with her only hours ago. I rip the covers off of me and sprint out of my chambers barefoot. My guard shouts after me but I’ve already turned the corner. I’m racing down the stairs to the servants quarters when I run into someone.

“Slow down,” Aemond grabs my shoulders. “What’s wrong my love? My guards told me you’re running about the halls.” Aemond searches my eyes intensely.

“Kaenna,” I pant out. “Find Kaenna!” I push past him continuing to the servants quarters.

“What’s going on?” he calls after me concerned following behind me.

I burst into the dark servants quarters shouting Kaennas name. The servants look at me like I’m crazed. They all say they haven’t seen her since she went up to my chambers. My mind is racing with what could have possibly happened. I run to the main hall to ask the guards if they’ve seen her. No one says a word and looks at me like I’ve gone mad.

“Viktorya!” Aemond shouts causing me to stop. “What is going on?” he finally catches up to me and pulls me to him.

“I’m scared if I say it that it will be true.” I whisper tears forming in my eyes and my breathing increases rapidly.

“Let’s go outside and get some fresh air.” Aemond rubs soothing circles on my back as he escorts me out the main doors.

As we walk outside my eyes scan the courtyard for any sign of Kaenna. This dream had been different. I didn’t clearly see everything but I felt it. I felt her heart break, her sorrow, how scared she was. As my eyes scan the walls I go limp. My hands fall from Aemonds and I slump to the stone ground to my knees. A scream rips through my body as I stare at Kaennas head mounted to the gate.

“Come, my love.” Aemond helps me up from the ground and pulls me to him turning me away from the gates.

“Who did this?” I scream pulling away from him. “Show yourself to me!” I scream out looking around the yard again.

“What is the meaning of all this yelling?” Daemon saunters out of the main doors.

“You.” I point to him. “This was your doing. I know it.” I lunge toward him and Aemond holds me back.

“Hmm, look at that.” Daemon looks up to Kaennas head on the gate like he’s bored. “I’ll fetch someone to get her down.” he replies over his shoulder as he enters the castle once more.

I slump back down the ground and Aemond joins me. He holds me as my thoughts race. Why didn’t I see this sooner? Why did it have to happen hours before my wedding? I will take my father’s life for this.

“Princess you may wish to go inside for this.” a guard says as he approaches.

I refrain from going inside as they bring her down. They find the other half of her body and bring that down to the silent sisters as well. I trail after the gaurds and Aemond is close behind me. Tears continue to fall down my face once we enter the cold and dark chamber. I sit in a chair in the corner and watch has the silent sisters prepare her body.

Why would Daemon do this? I must have been to reckless with my words. I just got the only woman who I knew as a mother killed. A sob tears through my body as I bury my head in my hands. Aemond kneels in front of me and slowly pulls my hands away.

“My love, what can I do?” he starts to brush the tears off of my cheeks.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head at a loss.

Once the silent sisters finish their work they walk softly over to us. One of them informs us there is space for her in the cemetery and they’ve sent someone out to begin preparing for her burial. Aemond helps me up from my chair and my arms lock around his to help steady myself. We begin exiting the castle following them to the outer grounds.

“Let me get you some slippers.” Aemond scrunches his eyebrows not knowing what to do to help me.

“No.” I shake my head as the rocks digs into the bottom of my feet.

The cold stone helps ground me and reminds me that this is real and I have no hopes of stopping this. Tears continue to fall down my face as my breathing tries to settle. We stop at a deep grave and I fall to my knees once more. This isn’t right. This isn’t fair.

“Do you want me to get anyone? What can I do?” Aemond kneels next to me.

“Who? You’re all I have now.” I turn to him with red eyes.

“I can bring you a head.” he says hushed.

“No more death today. This is supposed to be a happy day.” I pull him the rest of the way down and cling to him.

He holds me tightly and nods to the men to begin lowering Kaennas body into the ground. I hear a loud screech and see Vaelys shoot into the sky and circle around us. She lands far enough away not to outright disturb anyone. I finally rise and begin walking to her. Aemond stays behind and talks with the guards and silent sisters.

“My beautiful girl.” I say with sadness still laced through my voice.

She bumps her nose to my chest and circles around me protectively. She settles into the ground and I lay back and hug her neck. Aemond begins approaching and she raises her head curiously. Vaelys lifts her tail and allows Aemond to come and console me as well.

The sun begins climb over the horizon and I start to untangle from the both of them. Aemond rubs soothing circles on my back as we start to make our way back to the castle. Vaelys shoots herself into the sky and gives out a sad cry. As we make our way to the main courtyard I see that it’s filled with bodies preparing for our ceremony and I begin to close in on myself again not wanting attention in this state.

“Where have you two been?” Alicent hisses to us but her eyes are full of concern.

I brush past her and allow Aemond to deal with that conversation. I don’t care for the eyes that follow me taking in my dirty night dress and feet. As I’m making my way up to my chambers to prepare for my ceremony a soft hand wraps around my arm. I turn and see Helaena smile and nod her head forward. We make our way to my chambers and she clicks the door shut me behind of me.

“I thought I could help you get prepared for your ceremony.” she offers softly.

“Thank you.” I smile weakly. I’m thankful for her presence. She understands the feeling of knowing helplessness that comes along with our burden.

She glides over to my wardrobe and delicately grabs my robes. She helps me dress and then guides me over to my vanity. She places my headpiece and starts to braid my hair around it. She finds my slippers and laces them around my feet. She steps back and admires me. I’m thankful for her comforting silence as she softly wipes away my rogue tears that continue to fall.

“You will have your vengeance.” Helaena says looking into my eyes.

“Thank you for helping me.” I offer her a gentle smile.

“Of course. As women we’re always told to smile, be silent, and put on a brave face. I’m not asking you to do that today. Cry. Scream. Do what you need to do. But I am asking you not to allow this to ruin your day. This is your destiny. You’ve waited your whole life for this.” she offers me her words of comfort and I’m in awe of how soft spoken she is.

“You’re the sister I always wanted but never had.” I smile to her.

“Come,” she smiles pulling me into a hug. “Let’s get down there so you’re not late to your own ceremony.” she pulls back and leads me to the door.

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masterlist 🔌

idk why i keep getting sidetracked at editing and posting this 😅

[aois-amaterasu-painting]

2024 June 28 - August 20 Aoi (& others) Twitter:

Jun 28 "Working while listening to the sound of rain and jazz makes me feel a bit grown-up and cool… but I don't really think that///" "It's the weekendーーー🥁"

Jun 30 "Oh no, it’s here. The strong urge to cut my hair short."

Jul 1 "✋😄🤚" "👏✌️🫶🥴"

Jul 2 "Just before I woke up, I was thinking, 'Ah, it's a day off, I'll sleep a bit more,' but it turned out to be Tuesday. Good morning!"

Jul 4 "It's boiling hot." "But I got ice cream. I'm satisfied."

Jul 5 "It's the weeeekeeeennd =D" "As for this week's events, I read old newsletters at work. Among them, 'Majidao' was particularly interesting. That was my week. Thanks for everything┏○))ﾍﾟｺ" "Actually, right after the Heresy General Meeting, we talked about needing to revamp the newsletter, and a relay novel seemed interesting. We even discussed the possibility of having a serialized story in each issue. But based on reading 'Majidao,' my conclusion is that a one-shot was the right choice." "With that, thank you for your hard work this week. See you next week!"

Kai QT: "The reading of 'Majidao' from that punishment game is something I plan to take with me to the grave."

Jul 8 "Good morning ☀︎ Looking forward to this week too 🙌"

Uruha: "Man, this heat is getting out of hand."

Jul 10 "I forgot to say 'Good morning' 😢"

Jul 11 "The weather is pretty ambiguous… Good morning✋" "Speaking of which, it seems like the T-shirts and bears from recently are on their way. I really put a lot of work into the T-shirt, just as the bear. I’m happy many of you are receiving them." "※Thank you for wearing them ///"

Uruha: "I was worried that the screen of my Watch might be broken because it went dark, but I tried the method I found online, which involved pressing and holding the side button, and it worked perfectly. Thanks to the person who informed me."

Jul 12 "Heeeeey whazzup?🤜"

Jul 15 "I thought it was going to rain all month and felt down, but now the sun is shining.."

Jul 16 "Good morning ☁️ Once these rain clouds go away, will it finally be summer??"

Jul 17 "Good morning. I'm hearing something that sounds like a cicada buzzing."

Jul 18 "Looks like the classical guitar I ordered from Yairi Guitars is ready ❤︎" "yairi_kun Cool… 😭"

Jul 24 "I'm watching a music video of the band the GazettE. My eyesight suddenly got worse, and everything looks blurry."

Jul 25 "Morning! 🖐️" "Oh man… the friendship between the young lady and the prince was so beautiful that I ended up crying…" "I was feeling a bit emotionally unstable, but I'm fine now, so please don't worry. As long as the GazettE is a valued entity and everyone continues to show their love, I'll keep being myself." "It's a typo, but whatever…I'm just the way I am…"

Jul 30 Kai: "Good morning, cicadas are scary, good morning."

Aug 8 "Hi. I'm feeling a little tired." "Maybe I'm not getting enough sugar, so I'll have a chocolate banana mustard crepe for lunch. Japanese crepes are delicious. : Q" "Even though it was supposed to be custard, it turned into mustard…"

Aug 10 Uruha: "I want to keep driving my beloved car for as long as possible, but no matter how many times I fix it, it seems like it never listens to me."

Aug 12 "It's Obon, how are you spending it?"

Aug 13 Kai: "Hello, the typhoon is coming, huh? I don't like it. I really hate sudden heavy rain."

Aug 16 "Good morning. The typhoon looks fierce…"

Aug 20 Kai: "Thanks for your hard work today. Lately, I've been missing that space where we can all headbang and rock out together... and share the GazettE experience with everyone. Let's keep doing our best together."

[tinkerbell720]

LMK OCs Basic Headcanons

Dawn Celeste/Lü Límíng

☀ Despite being the oldest twin out of Eve and herself, she has a tendency to be the protective sibling

☀ Since she is very close with Eve, she helps her with her struggles as Eve did the same for her

☀ She is an outgoing young woman in the extroverted side

☀ She loves to make beats of her own with her DJ skills for the Anti-Gravity Arcade in Megapolis, otherwise for Eve

☀ She knows MK and Mei despite being her regulars in the arcade

☀ For Pigsy and Tang, she knows the majority of them when she goes to Pigsy's Noodles to get noodles, otherwise she heard stories from MK at the Arcade

☀ After finding out she is a reincarnation of Xi Linjin, the Embodiment of Day and Hope, it took her a bit of progressing through the visions of her past life during her daily meditation.

☀ Once she sees or hears that either her sister or her friends are in danger, she would do anything to protect them

☀ Once Macaque meets her for the first time, he immediately sees Xi Linjin in her, but after some time, he sees his younger self in her, who is a bit cautious when he was in the Brotherhood.

Eve Celeste/Lü Yuēwèi

☾ Even if she is close to Dawn, she is more likely to be a damsel in distress

☾ Unlike her older twin, she is a peaceful young woman in the ambient, yet slightly introverted side

☾ Despite the love of music in different tastes, she still recieves some songs from Dawn

☾ She owns a meditation haven called "Tranquil Moon" and plays the recieved music there for her meditation teachings

☾ When Wukong met both Dawn and Eve, the first thing that came to see is part of Eve's shyness, despite being a bit of a fan of the Journey to the West stories from Tang and her slight introverted personality, making him think it's cute

☾ She was introduced to MK and Mei when Eve noticed them in Pigsy's Noodles

☾ After finding out she is the reincarnation of Meng Hua, the Embodiment of Night and Dreams, she thought to herself that she is not ready for this big responsibility

☾ While Wukong gave her lessons with her Fangtian Ji, there are awkward moments for the both of them, making Eve blush in shock and embarassment

☾ Even if she is introverted, it didn't mean that she isn't good at being a role model for MK while making sure Wukong isn't really lazy all the time on his cloud

[aphee-sheiz]

1 6 30 for non-american asks

1. favourite place in your country?

Moscow

Don't get me wrong tho. I barely travelled around my INSANELY HUGE and INSANELY BEAUTIFUL WHEREVER YOU LOOK country, but wherever I went, I was in awe. Traditional Russian houses with the complex carving of the wood on their roofs and windows. The sun rays breaking through the clouds, reflected by the golden church domes. Green fields limited by the horizon alone. Places where ancient history follows you with every step. Russia, hell yeah.

What's so special about Moscow then? Easy. Moscow is home. I used to walk all the same places I've known since forever and think, "beautiful". Every time. Try getting tired of those wide streets and quiet parks where countless memories you've made follow you. Try to stare mindlessly at all those squares and buildings that remind you of something that's forever if your heart. You can't. I sat in this police bus detained for no particular reason but probably to prevent anti war picketing and saw the Historical museum through the bars on the window and thought my Moscow you're so pretty and red omg

6. most hated song in your native language?

Answered here!

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family?

Out of those who are now alive, I don't know anyone who'd call themselves anything rather than Russian. So I guess the answer is no. Shit's monoethnical for me 😭

Thank you for sending the questions ☀

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💖 what's your favorite part of being a vtuber?

Lore building. I love writing more than anything- original stories, fanfics, snippets, anything really- so sitting down and creating myself from the ground up is a rewarding challenge

🤎 who do you most want to collab with?

I haven't really put a lot of thought into collabs, but I'd be happy collabing with anyone! Especially other indies, so we can support each other. But if I may be a fangirl for a moment, collabing with Inugami Korone would make me so happy I would just combust into a cloud of glitter.

☀️ what platform do you stream on and why?

Haven't actually started streaming there yet (still waiting for my tripod to arrive) but I will be streaming on the Reality app. Why? Because I haven't finished putting a decent streaming computer together yet u_u also Reality seems to be a close-knit community with not too many people on it. So while I get comfortable on the mic and being live, having a small amount of people seeing me be awkward will be a comfort lol.