#(he’s just afraid of being hurt again. and afraid of how his family would react)

[nothingweirdhere]

“i don’t want you to catch feelings, i don’t want you to get hurt” says guy (deeply afraid of commitment) that i’ve been crushing on for over a month

i told him that was a risk i was willing to take... i did not tell him it was already too late 🙃

[phas3d]

helllooooo lovelyyy i really really love your works and i just want to request if it's okay with a reaction possible angst if you do it.

scenario alongside the war, where slytherin boys fighting alongside the death eaters and reader is on the order of the phoenix but another person that is reader's team is having a battle with the boys and reader's team where about to cast one of the unforgivable curse (worse could be the killing curse of course) to one of the boys and readers just jumped out and shielded of the boys which cause them taking the curse, and how would they react to that angst stuff, would they be furious, devastated, angry, pull out the curse as well to reader's team?? idk it's up to youu <3

i'm really a terrible person and i'm really enjoying being hurt as well.

Dying for Them || Slytherin Boys

type :: angst

tw/cw :: death, torture, dead bodies, abuse (mattheo + lorenzo), panic attack (mattheo + theodore), blood (mattheo + theodore), suicide (lorenzon + all technically?)

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: you take a hit for the boys, dying in the process, despite not being on the same side for the war. i love this prompt OMGGG but I'm gonna add that you two are recently broken up due to the different sides for the war

DRACO MALFOY

He was very hesitant throughout the whole war to do something due to fear, he's not a born killer, he's just a boy

Once again, he was getting yelled at by one of the crazy death-eaters about how much of a pussy Draco is and how he's a shit wizard like his father

Draco wanted to defend himself, but the death-eater started ranting about how much better and stronger the Dark Lord would be without Draco

The death-eater shot the killed curse at Draco, but instead you jumped in, taking the hit

You dropped dead in-front of Draco, going completely limp as your soul left your body

Instantly, Draco is sobbing and upset, guarding your body with his own

He looks up at the death-eater and isn't afraid anymore, he shouts out "Crucio!!!"

Makes the man suffer for ages, kicking him, punching him, all whilst he's under the crucio curse

He's sobbing the entire time this happens, and before he knows it, he's been kicking a dead corpse for the past 10 minutes

The man died from the curse bring on for too long, making this one of Draco's first few kills

But Draco doesn't care, the man deserved it

It's better that he died then or else Draco would have tortured him for life

Instantly, Draco doesn't care about his father or mother anymore, running to go fight alongside the Order of the Phoenix in your honor

TOM RIDDLE

You always knew he would fulfill his father's place as the next Dark Lord, but you couldn't stop loving him

But when the war broke out, you two broke up to be able to focus on your side fully

Obviously, everyone was going to be attacking Tom since he was one of the strongest and most supportive of his father's ideas

But even though you two were broken up and even though he's been killing people on the Order of the Phoenix, you couldn't stand to see him die since you knew he was much more than just an "evil" person

You ran in front of Tom as the killing curse struck you instead of him, he watched your body turn limp

Without missing a beat, Tom instead killed the other person

Tom has never been a soft person, even while you two were dating

But he silently reaped over your body, holding your hand against his chest as he placed his fingers on your wrist, desperately trying to find your pulse

From then on, he swore to find the person who killed you's family, friends, even pets and make their lives hell

He also swears to bring you back to life, no matter what it costs

He always thought he would be the type to not care about his lovers and to just move on, but he realized very quickly that he would never ever love someone like how he loved you

MATTHEO RIDDLE

His father was obviously going to force him to fight in the war alongside him or else ungodly things would happen to Mattheo

He wanted to rebel, but Tom found out his plans and snitched to their dad

As punishment, Mattheo was tortured, beaten, and more. He was also forced to break up with you and lose contact with all of his friends who weren't death-eaters

When he saw you during the war, he did his best to avoid you at all costs so he wouldn't be forced to kill you

But when he heard you scream for help, his body was moving towards you before his brain could say no

When he saw you bleeding out, he saw one of his fellow death-eaters about to finish you off

He quickly shouted "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" as he watched their body fall limp

Instantly, he's hit with so many emotions at once

The feeling of killing someone for the first time, missing you and finally seeing you, the fear of his father finding out, the pressure of the entire war being on his back due to his batshit insane father, and so so so much more

He was so lost in thoughts, borderline about to have a panic attack, making him not see his own brother about to shoot the killing curse at him

As he looks up, he sees you quickly standing infront of him on your weak bloody legs

BOOM

You were shot and fall backwards, into Mattheo's body

He fucking loses it

Every emotion he's been feeling for the past months explodes like a dam with too much water

He doesn't even use his wand, him and his brother get into a fist fight

Obviously, Mattheo was winning until Tom shouted out, "Crucio!"

Mattheo fell to the cold floor, sobbing as he was forced to make eye contact with your dead corpse

(ik he's different from his deadly class character, but honestly he's still a teenager ya know, and i think that he's just a fuck boy who physically beats people up but never actually killing or cursing people because he doesn't want to be like his father or brother)

THEDORE NOTT

He knew he would be forced to fight alongside his father, but he never wanted to

Before the war started, his father forced him to get the Dark Mark which fucked him up mentally

When you two were forced to split up, he was broken and it reassured him that he wanted NOTHING to do with death-eaters

When the war broke out, he was fucking terrified of everything

All of the shots of magic, the screams, the crying, the sounds of bodies dropping to the floor, it was all too much to him

He never wanted to be part of this, if he could, he would make a time machine and force you and him to run away to the muggle world in Italy

As he stood there, shaking anxiously, he suddenly made eye contact with you

Instantly, he wanted to hug you, kiss you, cry and tell you about all of the awful thing he's witnessed within the past month

But he can't even speak, his throat is shut close from how scared he is

"Kill her." He heard a deep voice, without turning his head he knew it was his father

Theo shook his head and closed his eyes, "No, no dad p-please, don't m-make me." His voice was hoarse and weak, his entire jaw shivered

His dad scoffed as he started berate Theodore right in front of you, calling him awful things and threatening him

His dad aggressively grabbed Theo's shirt, pushing him against the wall

The impact of it was so strong that the back of Theo's head began to bleed, making his vision become hazy

All he could see was his father's blurry figure raise his dark wand to Theo's direction, about to shoot a deadly spell at him

Theo closed his eyes, giving up. He knew deep down that his father would never kill him, torture yes but murder? Never

"AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" His father shouted, leaving Theo shocked to his core...

He opened his eyes, only to see your body hit the cold floor right below his feet

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Was forced to fight alongside Draco's family since they're the ones who gave him a home

To help prove his loyalty, they forced him to cut off all ties with you which ended up with you two breaking up and going no contact

The whole month was pure torture for Lorenzo

Everyday he watched people die as an example to other death-eaters of what would happen if you were unloyal to Lord Voldemort

He was the only one in the group to try and keep the energy light by making small jokes or telling stories when the slytherin boys were locked inside the manor

But deep down, he was exhausted of acting okay and he missed you dearly

Only you could replenish the energy he lost, and he knew fully well he would see you again

When the big fight broke out, he was terrified but knew how to act and play along with the group

As he pretended to fight, he was secretly searching for you

When he spotted you, he instantly got teary eyed as he ran straight towards you

But for some reason, you didn't reciprocate his smile back, instead only showing fear as you shouted something at him

Suddenly you tackled him, shoving him to the ground

"(Y/N)?" He asked, thinking that you were just hugging him "I missed you so much!"

He sobbed as he hugged you, only to realize your body felt heavier than before

But he didn't say anything, thinking you just gained some extra weight

He moves his hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to be met with cold eyes

It strikes him like a truck, you took a hit for him... You were screaming for him to duck but he was so blinded by you that he didn't listen in time...

As Lorenzo looks up, he sees Tom... Of course Tom knew his plan all along, his plan to see you and to join the Order of Phoenix

And of course, Tom had to ruin it all

Lorenzo is shocked, about to scream out in pain but he knows he has to avenge you first in some way

Tom and Lorenzo both raise their wands, about to shoot their strongest spells

This fight may be Lorenzo last, he knows that he's a weak wizard, but he couldn't care less

Besides, if he dies, he'll see you again

And as he realizes that, he drops his wand and allows Tom to shoot him with the deadly curse

[carmesi-butterfly]

kiss me and bite me

vampire nishimura riki + female human reader. word count 1,8k. vampire au/fantasy au. warnings mention of illness and death. not proofread.

"Riki..." you murmured, the hard breathing leaving your mouth was accompanied by the soft wind, both sounds making a pleasing melody for the youthful boy, who was enchanted by you.

"Hm? What?" responded, leaving the panorama of the clear sky to look at you with curiosity, only to stumble upon your eyes shedding a few tears. "Are you okay? Why are you crying?" his body moved fast, leaving his spot where his figure lay down on the grass to reach near your body, now your faces were just a few centimeters distant from each and the closeness between your forms created a more comforting aura, appropriate for the two young lovers.

A few more tears left your eyes before you could reply, "I'm afraid of what's going to happen in the future…" your words unleashed an unstoppable sobbing by your side, leaving your lover confused for a second. After a few sobs, you took a deep breath, in an attempt to clear your throat and mind, the words stood clear in your heart searching for being released. "I'm not recovering, Riki, I'm just getting worse" you cried, "the doctor visited me yesterday… he did not tell me anything but I spied on him talking with my parents, my health is just declining and it would be a miracle for me to last long from now on" you broke the news for the boy who seemed impacted by your words.

"What are you saying…" The boy broke the silence, filled with confusion and anguish.

"I'm losing my strength, I'm tired. Soon I won't be able to get out of bed, I will lose my senses, and probably it won't take much for me to be completely worthless" Your clarifications developed more than an ache in his heart, it felt like being stabbed on the chest over and over again.

If being a vampire implied that things as such strong emotions could not be felt, why did his soul hurt this much? He felt like dying, perhaps the sin of love could kill an immortal spirit.

His body distanced from yours, not simply cutting all physical contact but also creating more distance between the two of you, getting up on his feet and looking at you from above with an indecipherable gaze.

"No… Are you going to give up this easily?!" his words hurt, from the bottom to the top of you being you were also hurting, and even though you cried incessantly, Riki didn't notice.

"I'm dying! What do you want me to do?!" your voice reciprocated his, increasing itself trying to show all the feelings it holds. "You would never understand it, because you can't die!" your body followed him, standing up from the grass to confront the situation, "you don't conceive the idea of death, because it's not something meant for you to experiment. You will never pass through the illness, your friends or family will never die, and you will never understand what is to perish in this agony" The discussion escalated quickly, reaching its end at the same peace. The things you said defined the end of this senseless conversation and for Nishimura Riki, your words didn't feel like stabs anymore, the heartache remained and his feelings got hurt, but this was the reality hit he needed.

"I know I'm being selfish…" As an abrupt act, he got on his knees desperately hugging your legs and clinging to the end of your dress, holding as if his endless life depended on it. "But I don't want you to die, please, let me help you… I c-can turn you into a vampire" Big tears ran away from his eyes, and the sobs impeded the words from coming out properly, "I know you don't want this, but please, please… I can't live without you…" you could notice a ramble was coming, about all the reasons you had to accept the proposal and how it would benefit all of you.

"How would you do that?..." your weak whisper could be hardly heard by your lover, whose ears were plagued by his cry.

The question made his body react, his head raised leaving its spot on your legs. "I can turn you into a vampire, I just need to bite you, we can do it right now if you want!" Riki rapidly got up, his hands holding your shoulders excited.

"But… What am I going to tell my parents?" The idea of becoming a vampire crossed your mind more than twice, all these thoughts generated by the presence of the youthful Nishimura who appeared in your life unexpectedly and changed the perspective of your life as a normal person in a small town.

"U-uhm… They don't have to know" he said, without giving it a second thought.

"Yes, it's a good idea because they are not going to notice that I'm not dying anymore, furthermore that I'm not getting old" Your sarcastic reply got him out of the fantasy cloud he had the opportunity to stay in for a few seconds.

"You're right, then… I will tell them! No parent wants to lose their daughter, and even if they are against the idea, we can run away together" Both pairs of hands connected, intertwining their fingers looking for more contact. "I have my family and my friends to help us! Jungwon was converted by Jay, it's secure to ask them about it"

The course of the actions being so sudden didn't help your already blurred mind, your disease has been part of you and your current life for most of it, always having hope about successfully evading the so-frightening called death, and the show up of your couple finished wrecking what lasted of your sanity. How could life be so cruel? Assembling two opposite individuals to fall into something so deep as love, the first one; was a vampire, a fortunate specimen blessed by nature, who didn't have to worry about the expected loss of life. And the second one; a poor human, the dangers of the surroundings being enough for such a weak personage.

Between your relationship was a line, an invisible border that could only be crossed by the weakest one and possibly now was about to fade.

"I don't want to die" Your lips dropped, maintaining that low tone you used before, full of fear and worry, "Let's do it, Riki"

And then, under the shadow of a big weeping willow, the connection between both bodies becomes stronger, your lips fused in an act of pure love after a few minutes of discussion that felt like an eternity.

When the sun went down and the secretive night welcomed everything that reached its perimeter, the figure of your loved one could be seen from your window, stealthily letting himself into your room.

"Psst, hey y/n, wake up" With light footsteps, he moved closer to your bed, where you lay comfortably while sleeping.

"Hm?" Your eyes opened slowly, trying to adapt to the nonexistent light in the space, "Riki? What are you doing here?" asked while changing your position, taking a seat on the mattress and patting softly on your side inviting him to do the same.

"Sorry, I couldn't wait anymore" Imitating your action he got comfortable on your side, talking with the lowest tone he could manage to, "I spoke with my mom about this, she was a little… concerned? But in the end, she permitted me to do it" said with his characteristic big smile. "I also talked with Jay and Jungwon, the conversion should be something easy, just a bite"

"Okay, we should do it now then?", you offered, "Mom and Dad, they… we can tell them later" Searching for contact in this moment of nerves, your hands reached his. His head nodded in response, "But wait!" your voice raised, luckily not enough to be noticeable by the other people in the house, "First, kiss me"

"Why? Do you need me that much?" The boy asked playfully, teasing you up a little bit.

"I want comfort, I'm about to be bitten you know? What if this turns out wrong and we can't kiss anymore? Of course, kissing is not the only problem, what if I die? Or end up defective? I may be immune-" a verbal vomit built by anxiety came out of your mouth, only being stopped by your boyfriend, who placed a peck on your lips.

"You don't have to worry, I'm not an idiot to do it wrong," said, with a jolly smirk and a bit of an "arrogant" manner, nothing new to see on the young Nishimura.

"Okay, let's do it…" With that the conversation ended and the so-called conversion ritual began.

Riki didn't want to bite your neck, not simply for being a pretty visible zone but also because he did not want to inflict you more pain than the one you're already passing through, evidently, something like sinking his teeth into her lover's skin wouldn't be painless, but if he can avoid generating her additional pain than the needed, that's okay. Your arm was grabbed so softly and delicately, the tact being so gentle that you could feel like he was holding a porcelain doll, both hands pressed smoothly in your extremity, finding the perfect spot.

"Should I count to three? Maybe it will help" suggested by pure courtesy, his body positioned and mouth near your upper limb waiting for you to give the green light.

"Please," you responded, accompanied by a few scared nods.

"One, tw-" and then, completely omitting the countdown he suggested, sank his fangs into your left arm, drilling your skin and releasing the poison.

You barely had any time to react to the puncturing pain of two deep needles piercing your skin, it hurt so much that you felt like you were burning, groans departing your mouth, such was the case that utilizing your free hand you had to seal your lips, and then, a huge wave slam your senses, sharpening every one of them; your ears? Possessed by an incessant whistle; your tact? It was overwhelming, even the slightest fold in your clothing could be felt; and probably the most shocking one, your vision; nothing could escape your new falcon view, small details on your walls that you hadn't noticed after years of living there were now extraordinarily detailed, the presence of tiny bugs hosting on the corners of your room is now detected, everything felt clearer.

By the time he was done, you had fallen into a trance, the venom running through your veins made your body temperature increase, and an unpleasant sensation spread to your teeth focusing on the fangs, implicating that the transformation already started and soon your hunger would awaken, and as an act of love between two vampires, he could ask you to kiss and bite him.

[bomber-grl]

Nico Di Angelo fluff alphabet

₊˚⊹ Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x Reader (no pronouns/no specific godly parent)

₊˚⊹ Warning(s): cuss words, could be ooc, T*ktok/gen z humor/language

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He adores everything about you

No,it isn’t some cringe ass thing I’m saying to say

I honestly do believe he likes everything about you

Sure he’s bias on what things

But he loves the way you laugh, smile and even those cringe ass jokes you make.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Honestly I definitely see nicos favorite part of your body being your hands.

He loves his hair being played with and he’s always moving your hand to his head or his head to your lap.

Your lap being his second favorite place because he can rest there whenever.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Nico definitely hates physical touch of any kind

I think we all know that, however you’re the exception.

So going on, he sleeps all over the place

But, he likes when you hold him. Poor boy had been traumatized enough so having his trust and comfort and enough for you to cuddle him is 💯

So it’s pretty comforting to be able to hold him and cuddle whenever.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Honestly broski is glad ur even dating him

He’s an obvious introvert and prefers you and him alone somewhere like in your room or outside having a picnic.

Definitely prefers just the two of you but if you decide to go out he doesn’t say anything in the moment but suggests u don’t ever do that again later on.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Def emotionally stiff and outwardly constipated

Inwardly his emotions are out of control

Ofc that changed eventually but still

He learns to be more expressive and it gets to the point where you’re the only one who understands what he’s feeling/thinking

F= Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

He doesn’t rlly have plans of a family or kids or anything

He’d only ever thought of surviving and recently, you

He doesn’t really need anything besides his friends and you, especially you

So don’t expect him to ever bring up kids or anything because u and Hazel are his family so 🤷‍♀️

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He likes giving you stuff but not rlly

He likes pampering you and stuff but rlly he just shoved it in your hands and if u mention it, well just don’t.

Same vice versa except he down rlly know how to react so he’ll look like he’s trying to shit but can’t

Be gentle cuz broski might like ur gifts but can’t express it

It’s ok tho 👍

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Def not into pda

However, he will still hold your hand and partially because he wants to be close and protect you and cuz you’ve been arguing that he’s too cold and needs to warm up

Most likely to hold your hand while you two walk alone or if he holds your hand while he has it in his hoodie pocket

The second one happens mostly during winter

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Horribly

Yea he knows you’re strong and capable but he’s horribly protective

Anyone who hurts you will know his wrath and he’s not afraid to make sure it’s known

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Def becomes a bit of a jokester after you get past his cold demeanor

His humor is so broken and mostly consists of online bs

Definitely includes some dark humor too

I can def see him joking around w u or even playing pranks on each other.

It seems like he’s a completely different person when he’s joking around

Def scares the campers

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Mostly in short but sweet pecks on the lips or cheek

Mostly on the cheek

Doesn’t rlly kiss that often but he likes being kissed

Mostly around his face and stuff but it don’t matter

Kisses change depending on the mood too so sometimes it’s desperate and even a bit heated

Nothing ever rlly comes of it tho

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He’s always showing you his love and care

Even the most obvious ways, in which he’s hugging you and wanting to be close

And even if it’s most dreadfully annoying, his love language is to scold or even tell u off for scaring the shit out of him when it comes to monsters and stuff.

So yes Nico Di Angelo loves you even tho at times it seems like he doesn’t,if you ever doubt he doesn’t love you he’ll be seriously hurt

M = Melt (What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?)

All the stupid shit you do

Especially for him

Like going out of your way to buy him a bouquet and accompany it with a cringe love letter.

Or even singing him a romance song to “proclaim” your love despite the fact you’ve been together for a good while now

He honestly finds it endearing so don’t ever stop

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst nightmare is losing you

He lost basically everyone in his life and you’re one of the good things left of it

So when he wakes up from a bad nightmare he appreciates you being there and rubbing his back or just hugging him

O = Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

Not obvious whatsoever

To you (if you’re really oblivious or the average person)

Let me elaborate

Nico is very obvious if you know the difference between his normal and unnormal behavior/ if you can read him.

Otherwise you don’t got a clue

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Cringe ass ugly ass nicknames

Based off your godly parent and powers and stuff

Def goes along when u call him pookie wookie or anything of the sort

Would be disgusted if u actually meant it

As if he wasn’t calling you his sugar booger just a sec ago

Hypocrite.

Q= Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

Incredible

It’s nice to just lay back and admire the stars or even each other in silence

No matter how cringe he insists it is, it’s still obvious how much he loves it especially when you get to see him smile.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

R= Romance (How romantic are they? What are their go to ways of being romantic?

Kinda see him as a romantic

But like doesn’t know how to be romantic

Yknow?

He definitely reads romance books, listens to romance songs but never saw himself being in a romantic relationship

So he’s rough around the edges but once y’all become comfortable he goes out of his way to show u affection

Kissing your cheek, laying on you, buying you food, etc.

S = safe (What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?)

Cuz you’re u

You’re his boyfriend/partner and you’d have to be super close to even have this level of relationship

You guys can joke around without it being awkward or forced and that’s what he loves

He feels especially safe when he’s tucked warmly in your arms

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took awhile

He was pretty closed off and traumatized so it makes sense

But once y’all got closer you were inseparable so it was worth it

T= Tend ( How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?)

He’s not exactly a healer but he uses his scariness to give u the best treatment

He’s very cold to others during this time and on edge with anything involving you.

Very protective as well

If he’s ever sick or injured the he’d appreciate if you didn’t speak too much or loudly

Don’t coddle him, he hates it

Acting as if he doesn’t smile when u do)

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s pretty much like

“Cowabummer” if it’s sum not that major

Like he’ll sympathize but move on

If it’s major he def gives u space and doesn’t say sum bs like “I understand u” or whatever

He listens and asks if u want some feedback, if not then he ain’t saying anything

Eventually gives unsolicited feed cuz he always gotta give offhand comments)

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s proud of you and your guy’s relationship

He won’t exactly show it off per say but he won’t hesitate to be proud of you

He doesn’t rlly show u off but mostly just says stuff like “yea (your name) can do that but like 100x better”

But what he really thought was “(your name) would beat that guy in a sec”

Rlly admires you

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Fighting is kinda sorta and essential to survive as a demigod soooo…

But when it comes to fights he’s obviously protective

Just not too much where it’s annoying

Only if u got hurt or weren’t able to protect yourself

He def fights for you and besides you

If anyone insults him, ok he’s mad

But if anyone insults you, he’s fucking pissed

U better do the same broski)

W = Wash ( What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?)

Nicos pretty quiet and doesn’t talk after a fight

He’s exhausted and he’s too tired to, he might try to reject your help but with much perseverance you pushed through and finally was able to clean and wash him up

You bandaged him up and fed him some nectar

He was pretty obedient, not putting up a fight for the most part.

Quiet too

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He can read you pretty well

Atleast what you’re thinking overall

Sometimes he overthinks and begins wondering what if…?

Can understand you a decent amount

X = XO ( How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?)

Pretty affectionate when he wants to be

Mostly when he’s sleepy and off guard

He’s warmed up to you so that includes occasional physical touch

Mostly with your hands, now he hardly fidgets with his skull ring, mostly fidgeting with your hands or something on you

These little displays of affection go unnoticed by others but not you

In terms of PDA, he hates it

Please don’t ever kiss him in front of anyone, especially Hazel

He doesn’t mind hand holding, and if you were in a life or death situation PDA is off his mind and he’d rather cry and hug and sob w u then not have you near him just cuz he’s unaffectionate in public.

Y = Yearn (What do they do when they miss you?)

Yes.

When he misses you he becomes grumpy and cranky to everyone

He’d probably lay in your bed for comfort or get one of your hoodies and put it on.

Falls asleep and hopes when he wakes up you’ll be there

Even if you’re not ,he hopes he’ll dream of you

Regrets it cuz then he misses you more even in his dreams)

Z=Zzz ( How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?)

He’s dizzy and a bit delirious

And you both end up cuddling after laughing and talking about random shit at 2 am

He’s kind of a crazy sleeper and has notoriously bad bed head

Cute, but rlly bad

Same when he’s sleepy

He’s so cute and most times he says what’s on his mind instead of filtering it out.

Makes you pay for it when he’s in a clearer state of mind 😔

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A/N: added two prompts for a couple of letters just cuz I felt like it and don’t hesitate to let me know if there are any spelling mistakes! :)

[thepaperpanda]

Fondle Me || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: Your friendship with Neteyam came with a little benefit of fondling and sharing steamy kisses from time to time. Now, you are ready to take your relationship to another level

Warnings: smut & sweetness ❤🔥

Word count: 3390

Author: Rouge

A/N: prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ despite being seriously injured during Skirmish at the Three Brothers, Neteyam survives ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

Divider by wonderful firefly-graphics

My first kiss is still fresh in my mind. The spring afternoon was steamy, and a deserted hut was muggy, despite the lack of doors that allowed the air to circulate. Sitting on the cot, I pondered who I would like to become in the future. In some cases, I needed time for myself, time I could spend thinking and losing myself in distant thoughts. After peeking inside, Neteyam sat next to me to ensure that I would not be alone. His prowess at finding me everywhere made it impossible for me to stay alone for too long.

As we sat and talked, we discussed everything, including our hunting classes and our teachers. Our friendship began at an early age, since his family was well known in the neighborhood. Neteyam was the first boy who truly became a friend to me. The tease he gave me was not aimed at hurting me, but rather at making me laugh or blush. His jokes suddenly came to a halt, and he looked at me in a completely different way he had never done before. Suddenly he leaned over and kissed me, just like that. It was a gentle, sweet, hesitant kiss at first, but once he was sure there was no resistance within me, his lips brushed more firmly against mine. In a soft, brushing motion, he kissed me again; Neteyam's tongue flickered over his lips and onto mine. After I sighed, he embraced me and we kissed again. Although we were both so young, only fifteen at the time, we were extremely curious about everything, especially corporeality. My mouth parted soon after, and his tongue snaked in and ran along mine. It was the first time I'd kissed anyone, and I felt my body reacting, even though I was slightly afraid. As I ran my hand through his dark hair, I felt a sense of comfort. The kiss deepened as we shifted. His hand reached down and rubbed along my breast, teasing the nipple through my clothing as I felt myself becoming wet. It was no secret to me that Neteyam's hands and mouth were turning me on. When Neteyam drew back and gazed at me intently, he traced my face with his hands before touching my lips with his slender fingers. When he stuck one in, I suckled it, and I realized I had made the right choice when I saw the look on his face: so blissful and primal. In no time at all, the finger was gone from my mouth and Neteyam kissed me once more, this time more hungrily, and I moaned into his mouth. A raised voice from his parents searching for him tore us apart faster than if someone had walked into the hut. As I jumped off my previous position, I cupped my cheeks as if I were cooling them down and wiping them off blush. As our eyes locked, we began a new chapter in our lives. We grabbed each other's hands and walked out of the abandoned hut. As we got outside, he squeezed my hand before releasing it; it was obvious that he wanted to keep a poker face so as not to draw unnecessary attention and questions, and I fully agreed with him. While waving at his mother, he walked away, somehow managing to hide his flushed expression from her. The first kiss I ever had was that one.

My memory of that moment is still vivid years later. The few moments we shared over the next few years - never extending beyond kissing and cuddling - proved that we were better as friends, regardless of how hot we felt together. Yet the more time passed, the less hesitant Neteyam became in showing his affection towards me; he wanted more, I was certain.

Neteyam pays me an unannounced visit one day and stands near my cot, watching me, completely silent. 

My focus is on making arrows and I do not notice anything around me, humming a soft song my mother used to sing for me when I was a toddler.

“Y/N,” Neteyam whispers and only his tone breaks my state of thoughtfulness.

Looking up at him over my shoulder, I whimper, "Dear Eywa, you scared the hell out of me. Please don't do that again. What do you want, Net? You were on patrol with your parents, I thought.” As he places both of his hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing me with his long fingers, I stiffen. "I missed you, Y/N," he replies simply, but his voice has a dark quality to it.

I put the arrow down; my eyes are closed and I am enjoying his warmth and firmness of his touch - it is a feeling I have yearned for. I can hear a small shift behind me, and then, suddenly, I feel a hot sensation spill over the crook of my neck - his lips brush gently against my skin, leaving me breathless. “Neteyam,” I whisper, barely moving my lips.

As he bites my ear shell, he asks simply, "Don't you want to try?"

Turning my face toward him, I place one of my hands on his already flushed cheek - all I see in his eyes is an unfulfilled, primal longing. My voice is no more than a whisper as I ask, "Are you certain nobody will bust in here on us?"

"Yeah," he replies, nibbling on my earlobe once again, and I sigh profusely.

While I want to tell him this is not a good idea, the other side is far stronger - I crave him, and this craving cannot be silenced anymore. Oh shit, I think to myself after the contractions in my lower abdomen that are the pure sign of arousal building in. 

It's clear that Neteyam knows exactly what he is doing to me, and his expressions make me confident he will not stop; that cocky grin of his dancing in the corners of his lips.

After resting my forehead against his for a few moments, I nod in approval. My waiting has been long, but I wanted to make sure Neteyam felt the same way about me as I did about him. On the cot, I let him lay me down; my eyes never left his.

A much-longed kiss is a real beatitude when he leans forward and starts making out with me. His hands move to the piece of clothing covering my breasts, and within the blink of an eye, he removes the piece of clothing covering them, leaving my chest bare, exposed to his hungry eyes. After undoing the strings of my loincloth, he throws it aside - now I'm completely naked in front of him and blush covers my cheeks even more. Neteyam watches my hips flexing in tiny circles as pleasure builds. As his palm brushes against my engorged clit, he cups my pussy with his hand, and I moan as my hips jerk. My soaking entrance is rimmed by his finger for a brief moment as he chuckles. I spread my legs for him as he dips his finger inside me, teasing me while my hands knead my breasts slowly. Neteyam's finger slips out soon, and he removes his hand, bringing it to his face so he can lick my juice from it before bringing it down to my mouth. Taking in a mouthful greedily, I enjoy the taste while pleasing him with my tongue and mouth.

As I cup him boldly between his legs, Neteyam's cock throbs under my hands. It feels larger than I remember, but I caress it lovingly and his eyes close as he enjoys the sensations I am bringing. His finger is finally removed from my mouth and he steps back.

I lay down, as Neteyam slowly undoes his loincloth and slips out of it, and I run my fingers along my inner thighs, caressing the outer lips of my pussy, watching him carefully. When I see his semi-hard cock, I lick my lips, and he smiles, knowing what I want.

Neteyam strokes my hair as I sit up and reach out and caress the hot velvet skin as I improve my position on the cot. It twitches and I watch it lengthens. I lick the head of his dick and he gasps. Just as I'd heard other women speak about those matters before, I swipe my tongue along his shaft while cupping one of his balls lightly in my hand. Neteyam gasps heavily.

I can't completely wrap my fingers around Neteyam's thick base as I finally suck the head fully into my mouth. Saliva runs down my chin as I fondle his balls with one hand and rub his dick with the other. I feel his hands on my head as I move my mouth back and forth, my tongue rubbing against the sensitive skin on his shaft. Before dipping down to lick his balls, I pull back and run my mouth and tongue down one side, then back up the other side of his shaft, earning a deep, animalistic grunt from him.

Grasping at my hair, Neteyam pulls me away from his balls and back to his cock.

My hands and tongue ran along his shaft, making him moan again as I sucked him in greedily. I take him in deep and suck him as I slowly pull my mouth back. I slip one of my hands down to play with my pussy, I am able to relieve the burning sensation built there already.

"Not yet," he orders firmly, taking my hand away. As I moan sadly around him in my mouth, he gasps, "Do it again, Y/N."

Neteyam's hips start to fuck at my mouth as I moan and hum for him. As my hand rubs faster and faster along the shaft, his balls begin to tighten up. I pull my mouth back to concentrate on the blood-engorged head of his cock.

He clenches his fingers around my head as he tenses up, grunting.

After the first stream of cum hits my back of the mouth, I choke for a moment, yet I swallow and continue to jack him into my mouth. My tongue pools with warm cum as he releases a few more streams. My cum-coated tongue runs along the highly sensitive head of Neteyam's dick while he moans and shakes, just for me. A few more spurts and he finishes cumming. Before I pull away, I lick his cum from my mouth and scoop up a few drops of it with one of my fingers as I doe-eye him, smiling innocently.

Using his finger, he wipes off the last drop of cum from the corner of my mouth and smears it across my lips. In the same way he kissed me the first time, Neteyam bends down and pulls me to my feet, licking my lips with his tongue.

Suddenly, my pussy twitches as his tongue licks up his own cum and dives into my mouth, slowly dancing with mine.

He gently pushes me back to the cot, murmuring, "Sit down." When I follow his command, he kneels down in front of me.

As his hands sweep down my legs, they are lifted up and thrown over his shoulders. My labia were lightly skimmed by his fingertips as they traced along the inside of my thighs. His breath runs through the sticky wetness of my arousal as he leans forward and breathes in deeply. I feel my hips buck slightly as his breath triggers my senses.

As Neteyam holds my hips still, he says lowly, "Easy. Mmmm, I love your scent, oeyä 'eve."

My senses are set ablaze by his words, so I whimper. I feel and hear him inhale the scent of my arousal, as if savoring it. Neteyam's tongue snakes out to scoop up the moisture gathered on the outer lips of my pussy before I can catch my breath. As he continues to lap, he hits all of my sensitive spots except the one I want him to lick; I moan loudly, closing my eyes. The pulse in my head, heart and clit is pounding as his tongue works its way between my folds and rim along the outer edge of my hot pussy, pushing in. Neteyam's nose barely brushes my clit, and I whimper as his tongue licks up inside me. I writhe on the cot as he giggles and pulls back. "Rutxe," I beg.

I can feel a tremor running through me as Neteyam asks, "Please what?" His voice is rough from arousal. "I want your tongue to fondle my cunt," I moan helplessly, grasping my nipples and pinching them hard.

Again, he chuckles as he presses his face back to my hot pussy, attacking my clit and making me shriek and moan as his teeth gently nibble it before he begins to suck on it, then I feel him inserting two fingers into me, stroking my velvety inner walls. He moves his mouth lower and his thumb strokes the highly sensitive nubbin as his tongue enters me again and again.

My orgasm peaks as Neteyam takes my hot clit into his mouth and sucks on it again, then begins to hum, sending shivers throughout my body - then I start to shudder. While my hips lift off the cot and I cry, I can feel my eyes roll back from the unbearable pleasure. It takes a few minutes for me to recover from that, as he lightly licks and nibbles at my pussy still, his eyes never leave my flushed face. As I finally stop shaking, he kisses his way up my slender body, nestling himself at the apex of my legs. I reach down and take Neteyam's cock in my hand - he's hot and hard again.

It's Neteyam's turn to moan as I rub the head of his cock along my slick clit; my body shivers in response, my lips parted as I watch his blissful expression. He takes my hand away and replaces it with his own when my juices coat the head of his cock. My legs wrap around Neteyam’s waist and help him slide deeper in as he guides his dick deep into me. Upon reaching the end, he lets out a husky grunt.

There has never been anyone who has filled me with as much as he does. The pulse of his body throbs in tangent to mine. My hips flex and Neteyam smiles before pulling out slowly. When his penis slips out, he bites his lower lip a little, then pushes in all the way back in with one powerful move.

As he continues pushing in followed by slowly, agonizingly pulling out, the feeling and sensation within me grow more intense.

My voice is breathy, "Nì'ul, Neteyam!"

A look of concern crosses his face as he looks down at me, stopping.

I doe-eye him while running the tip of my tongue along the bottom of my parted lips as my hair is spilled on the cot, my nipples are dark and hard, and my body is flushed with desire.

Even though he's already aware of the answer, Neteyam asks, "What do you want me to do, little one?"

"Fuck me," I plead, "I want you to fuck me, to possess me, to claim me yours."

With a dark chuckle, Neteyam picks up the pace, soon pounding into me hard; the cot is rocking back and forth with the rhythm of Neteyam's powerful thrusts. Upon hearing my moan, he dips his head down to bite and lick my nipples. Neteyam gasps and takes one of them into his mouth, sucking hard; I cry out and rake my nails along his back, leaving red marks on his sweaty skin. He shudders and moans. In order to grind his hipbone against my clit, Neteyam pushes into me as hard as he can, grunting sharply. As my hips twitch towards his, I pull him down for a hot, tongue-filled kiss. Once again, Neteyam picks up his pace; he rubs my calf with the free hand as he leans into the other one, frowning at the painful throbbing on his cock. “Y/N… Fuck, I-I can’t any longer…” With one arm around his neck, I pull him closer, and the other I wrap around his waist. I whisper, "Cum for me," directly into his ear. "Your seed in me is what I want, yawntutsyìp."

I watch Neteyam's facial expression changes as he begins to come. "Ma Eywa! Sran!" “Neteyam! ” I yell as my fingers work on my clit, rubbing it viciously and bringing the most intense orgasm to me. The first spurt of his cum lands inside my hot, clenching pussy and milks my inner walls. Neteyam pulls out of me quickly and he lands another one on my abdomen. More cum spurts and oozes out as he straightens up and strokes himself rapidly.

Watching me lean over for a soft kiss, he lies on his side. "It was fucking amazing," Neteyam murmurs. As his breath still needs to be calmed, he allows me to rest my head against his chest that rises and falls rapidly.

I lightly trace the edges of the old bullet wound left on his chest with one finger. "I'm glad you're with me, and that you're safe. I thought I had lost you then..."

Neteyam grabs the blanket situated nearby and covers us both. Taking my palm in his hands, he places a kiss on its surface. "Don't think about it anymore, Y/N. Nga yawne lu oer.” In the end, he turns me onto my side and spoons up behind me, and we fall asleep together; his warm breath bathing the back of my neck, sending some shivers down my spine.

I woke up some time later, alone. Taking a slow look around my hut, I find no sign of Neteyam; the only thing that reminds me of him is the sex scent filling the air. Whenever I think of Neteyam, I either smile or just sigh, feeling the warmth spreading throughout my body.

All of a sudden, my attention is drawn to something neatly wrapped in a piece of cloth lying beside my bed. A slight frown crosses my forehead as I slowly stand, tightening the blanket around my figure and picking the thing up to examine it closely. It is a handmade necklace decorated with lortsyal's wings - it's a fine piece of craftsmanship. My lips part slowly, and I exhale deeply, covering them with my curled hand. Gifting clothing or jewelry to someone means keeping them close to one's heart; it is a widely practiced act. Therefore, Neteyam has the same feelings for me as I do for him, I think to myself as I cradle the necklace close to my chest. I have never received a gift as beautiful as this one. With a smile I look in the darkest corner of my hut. A waytelem I made for myself gleams in the dim light of the eclipse while hanging on the wall. As I think about adding a bead to it, the bead telling the story of my relationship with Neteyam, a smile spreads across my lips. Although we aren't officially mated, I know Neteyam treats me genuinely and seriously. “Ma Eywa, please hear me out,” I whisper to myself, offering my sincerest prayers to our Great Mother. “The depths of my heart are filled with love for him. Please, please allow me to become his other half, Great Mother.” While I pray quietly, at the gleaming stars above, I don't realize curious eyes are watching me the entire time. I come quiet when I hear my cot cracking, and I smile to myself as I recognize the smell as my nose twitches - it's Neteyam's strong scent feeling my nostrils.

Curling my lips in a tiny smile, I turn to him slowly.

A warm smile spreads across his face as he silently invites me to join him, and I am delighted to do so. After wrapping me in his strong arms, he rubs my back and shoulders in long-lasting strokes. “Oeyä narlor ‘eve,” Neteyam whispers, kissing all over my face.

There is only one thing I know at that moment: I never want to part with him. For that, I'm willing to sell my soul.

Glossary:

oeyä narlor ‘eve - my beautiful girl

oeyä ‘eve - my girl

yawntutsyìp - darling

Ma Eywa - o Eywa

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

nì'ul - more

sran - yes (colloquial)

rutxe - please

lortsyal - shimmyfly

waytelem - songcord

[kaldurahms-lover]

Hello, can I request Sal fisher x gn!reader, maybe a one shot about Sal showing y/n his face for the first time

AGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WJSHSJHS

Pairing: Sal Fisher x Reader

Warnings: use of y/n, fluff, sal's face oops, i kinda fucked up the different tenses but i cannot be bothered to fix it, very minor swearing, not proofread.

Word Count: 773

A/N: takes place when Sal and the reader would be around 17 and have known each other for like two years

Sal knew he had to let y/n see his face at some point. They were the closest friend he had. (Larry doesn't count, Larry's family.) He knew in the back of his mind that it made no sense for the person he's closest to to be the last one in their friend group to see him without the prosthetic, hell, even Neil had seen him (i know in canon only his dad, larry, ash, and dr. enon have seen him. ssssshhh). He had no clue why he hadn't shown them besides his romantic feelings for them, they would never judge him. So when he heard them telling Todd how they felt like he didn't trust them...

"I just don't understand. It's his decision and I don't want him to show me if he isn't comfortable with it. But thats what hurts, is that he isn't comfortable with it. I love Sal, he's my best friend and I would do anything for him, I just can't help but feel like he doesn't trust me. And I know I sound terrible, being upset that someone I care about isn't ready to unpack their trauma with me, but I can't help it."

He knew something had to change.

Y/n was over within minutes, making the quick trip up from apartment 304. Sal ushered them into his room quickly, wanting to do this before his dad got home. They were obviously very confused, sitting down on his bed and asking if everything was okay.

"Do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

Y/n was taken aback by his blunt question. "Sal, what?"

"I heard you talking to Todd, y/n."

"Oh. Sal, I'm not upset with you, I didn't mean anything by it–"

He cut them off. "I know. I'm gonna ask again, do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

y/n gulped. "Sometimes I feel like maybe you don't. But who you take your prosthetic off around his completely your choice, I don't want you to do it just because you heard me say something to Todd, I want you to do it because you trust me and want me to see you."

"Thats the thing! I don't know why I don't want you to see me. You're my best friend, and I fucking love you, and you should've seen me years ago."

Y/n sighed. "It's okay. I promise it's okay."

Sal doesn't say anything, he just unclips his mask. Before Y/n can even realize what's happening, Sal's hand is the only thing holding his prosthetic against his face. He lowers it slowly, freely presenting his face, every scar, every bit of missing skin, the way it's now much more obvious that one of his eyes is also a prosthetic. His eyes are down, not wanting to see their reaction despite willingly removing his armor.

"Sal..."

"I know. It's not pretty."

y/n put their hands up and moved their head back as if offended. "Not at all what i was going to say. You're so pretty. In a very unconventional way... but theres nothing wrong with how you look. Can i..." Their hands reach out to cup his face, but they keep their distance until they have permission.

He nods and suddenly they're holding him so gently, as if they're afraid he might break under their touch. And as they softly caress his scarred skin, Sal melts. In fact, he gets so lost in the moment that it takes him a moment to realize they're talking to him.

"Sal? You still with me here?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah I'm just... processing. No one's ever really had anything nice to say about me taking this off. I mean they've never had a huge problem but they haven't... they haven't reacted like this."

"Can I kiss you?" The question is sudden, purely formed from y/n thinking out loud. It takes everything in them react at how shocked Sal looks.

"What?"

"i'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or mess up us being friends–"

"No no no, y/n. Yes. Please. For the love of all things good, please."

"Really?"

"Really."

That was all the confirmation y/n needed before their lips were connected. It was awkward, considering the scar tissue and the fact that it was very obviously Sal's first kiss, but it was sweet. When they pulled back, y/n rested their forehead against Sal's.

They smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

"This what you expected when you asked me to come over?"

"Hoped? Maybe. Expected? Never."

"Learn to expect this every time I come over now."

[ngayawneluoer]

if i keep my eyes closed (he feels just like you)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader (past), lo’ak x reader (platonic... ish?)

You and Lo’ak find comfort in each other while mourning his brothers death, and he confides in you about the guilt he feels.

word count: 1046

a/n: just a little angsty thing that came to mind and i had to write it out. neteyam is dead in this one too because I love making people suffer :) oh yeah, spoilers. sorry.

You twitched in your sleep. Once again, your mind was plagued with haunting visions of the day your heart was ripped from your chest – the day you lost Neteyam.

All you could see was his blood on your hands as you pulled him up onto the rock, the wound that went straight through him. And his eyes - those beautiful eyes that you used to get lost in. All you saw now was how the life drained from them as his spirit withered away. Every time you had this nightmare, you felt your dream self cry and wail up at the sky, only to look down and watch him die over and over and over again.

This particular night, Lo'ak was being kept awake by thoughts of regret. He sat on the edge of the net outside the Marui pod you all shared, his feet dangling in the water and his eyes fixed on the endless ocean. Nights like this, he could almost pretend that everything was okay – that Neteyam was sleeping soundly wrapped up in your arms in the family’s new Metkayinan home, that you hadn't lost your lover, that he didn't lose his brother. But he couldn't. His remorse always got in the way, the rotten thoughts of how he did nothing right and how it should have been him instead embedding themselves deep in his mind.

Lo'ak would never say it to his parents, but he truly wished that he had died instead of Neteyam. But firstly, he didn't want to make it about himself, and most importantly, he was afraid they wouldn't disagree. He knew his parents preferred Neteyam; he had known it his whole life. He even saw it with you. You had been friends with Lo'ak for longer than he could remember - he was the one that introduced you to Neteyam - but it was Neteyam you chose and were closest with. And now, he could tell that every time you looked at him, all you could think of was his dead brother. You could barely look him in the eye. And to know that he could never live up to what Neteyam was and what he could have been hurt him more than he could ever verbalise.

He was ripped from his thoughts when he heard the cries coming from your side of the Marui pod, the small corner you and Neteyam once shared. He didn't have to look to know you were having a nightmare with how frequently you had them lately. It seemed that every member of the Sully family had been awoken with visions of Neteyam's death, especially Neytiri and Lo'ak himself, and you were no exception. 

Lo'ak brought himself to his feet and quietly made his way over to your sleeping body. You were facing the woven wall, your body slightly shaking with cries as your memories continued to haunt you in your sleep. He slowly approached you and kneeled before finally placing his hand on your arm, gently stroking your skin with his thumb, and whispering your name to try and pull you from your nightmare. Finally, your breathing started to even out, your crying stopped, and Lo'ak felt you slowly wake up.

"Neteyam?"

Your gentle whisper of his brother's name made Lo'ak freeze. It was an honest mistake; you were barely awake and very vulnerable. But Eywa, he never wished for Neteyam to be there as much as he did at that moment.

A part of him wanted to say nothing, to just hug you and allow you a moment of bliss with the idea of his brother comforting you.

He didn't get to make that choice, though. Before he could react, you placed your hand on his, turning to him with teary eyes. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole when that look of disappointment flashed on your face. He wished he could be who you wanted him to be.

"Lo'ak," Your voice cracked as you said his name, and his heart cracked with it, "I'm sorry… I- I didn't mean to…."

Lo'ak shushed you softly, resuming his gentle strokes on your arm, "Don't worry."

Hesitantly, he stretched out his legs, shifting his body closer to yours. When he saw no sign of rejection from you, he lay beside you. To his surprise, you turned to him and worked yourself into his embrace, and he wrapped an arm around you. Before long, he could feel your body shaking again with hushed sobs, your tears damping his skin.

"I miss him, Lo'ak," you spoke softly, your voice muffled by his chest.

"Me too."

He was quiet for a long time after that, so quiet that you thought he had fallen asleep. Then, as you drifted in and out of sleep, he spoke softly, "I'm sorry."

Your eyes opened, and you looked up at his face to be met with tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes, "What for?"

"It should have been me."

The agony in his tone stunned you for a second, your eyes fixed on his own, "Lo'ak..."

"Don't try to lie to me", he sighed, "We all know it's true. He died because he pushed me out of the way. It was supposed to be me. It would have been better that way."

"Lo'ak... I know you blame yourself, but it was not your fault," You whispered softly, bringing a comforting hand to his cheek, "Neteyam saved you because he was your brother and he loved you, and he wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

"I see it in your eyes..." he whispered, afraid his voice would fail him if he spoke any louder, "You blame me for it."

"I do not blame you, Lo'ak." You frowned, heart aching from hearing of the guilt he carried, "I am just hurting. And I know you are too, and I would never blame you for what happened."

"But-"

"But nothing, Lo'ak. You did not kill him; the sky people did. We did all we could. He is with Eywa now."

Your words seemed to only bring tears to his eyes, but you could tell they got through to him. As stubborn as he was. You pulled him close to you once again, and the sunrise's slivers peeked through your Marui pod's weaves, signalling another difficult day ahead. But as Lo’ak slept soundly in your arms, you figured that maybe, just maybe, if you braved it together, it would get a little easier.

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a/n: send in requests lads, i'm bored over christmas break and need stuff to do<3

[sugar-omi]

How do you think everyone would react if cove and mc got pregnant at 18? Like the reason for them being engaged so young is because they are expecting

tags : Angst, headcanons, fem/afab reader, pregnancy

[part 2: cove finding out you're pregnant]

CLIFF

cliff would be.. he'd have the same feelings he had when kyra got pregnant with cove

he'd be scared, but happy because it is an exciting thing that a lot of people wish to hear one day!

but as cove's dad, he'd first be disappointed just because he never would've wished such a struggle on anyone at such a young age, especially his own son.

doesn't bother getting angry, because what would that do? it won't make you un-pregnant and it'd just make cove (and you) mad at him or upset, since of course you already know it's not an ideal situation.

when he realizes that you got engaged because of the pregnancy though, he tries to have a talk with cove.

he knows how much you two love each other, but he also knows from experience that this just doesn't work.

i think that'd end up in an argument, because even though cove and cliff have a better relationship than before, 5-10 years doesn't erase all the hurt from back then

cliff might end up saying something like "you don't want to end up like me and your mom" or even worse, "you shouldn't mess up your future."

all that would upset cove so much... because does he think that cove was a mistake? is that what he's saying? is he saying that you and cove would fail miserably? either way. they aren't thinking clearly, and cove already has a lotta feelings about how he was born, let alone conceived.

cove would probably end up saying something (a bit) hurtful like "i would never end up like you and mom." , "i would never marry MC if i didn't know it'd work. unlike some people, i'm not gonna make my kid listen to us argue and then try to play happy family." , or "trust me, my kid won't end up with a childhood like mine." / "trust me, my marriage won't end up like yours."

is it very ooc? probably. but everyone has the ability to say something hurtful, and when you experience something traumatic like your parents fighting, or knowing the circumstances of your birth, you have a lot of thoughts and feelings...

he does end up apologizing, but cliff probably ends up apologizing too since, again, they both probably said things they didn't mean

after that, things get a bit better. there's probably a lot of emotional conversations after that, just to get everything off their chests. hell we might even need family therapy, just to smooth things over before your baby gets here...

KYRA

now kyra... mmm i think this is where her awkwardness comes in. remember how she says she felt more like a cool aunt than his mom?

i think this is where kyra gets close to you, tries to offer you support and helps you through all the changes of pregnancy

she's mostly afraid for both of you. doesn't want you to try and slap a bandaid on this with marriage, kinda like how her and cliff did...

although i do think she was first angry when the news dropped. she really thought that you and cove, cove especially, would be more careful considering everything...

but the distance between her and you guys makes her sit on it for awhile, she does calm down and realize that you're just in the same position she was in, and are likely scared but doing your best...

calls both of you separately, just some a little one-on-one time and a heart-to-heart.

asks if you're really sure if you wanna get married, of course she expects you two to be sure about it, you two haven't gotten tired of each other yet and you're about to be intertwined in every way possible

reminds you that marriage is all about communication. and when you're raising a kid especially, and patience! also knows how much you love each other, and tells you to make time for yourselves and your relationship.

PAM & NOELANI

i instantly knew they'd be mad.

remember how pam worries in step 2 that cove is bad news? i think in her anger, ends up saying something like, "i knew something like this would happen." "i told you he was a bad influence."

yknow i've always wondered how cove would feel if he knew pam thought that about him, and i think in this situation, it'd hurt him a lot, and it'd open up a new can of insecurities and doubts.

starts worrying that he's holding you back, bringing you down... but we can get to that later

noelani tries to keep pam calm, does chastise her for saying that in front of you, especially if cove is there.

noelani is so disappointed, and you can see it so heavily... she'd sigh, mumble something- probably about how she "cant believe it...", covers her face with her hands..

she definitely asks, "how could you let this happen?" she really trusted you to make smart decisions, and even if this was a really big accident (like the rubber broke), she still didn't expect it n can't stop being disappointed

it takes them a few days for them to relax. this news had them totally spun and their emotions jumble up whenever its brought up or they think about it

they know being upset is gonna make it better, and if you're still living at home, they can see how sad you are, which helps them cave in. even if you don't whenever you call, they can hear how sad you are, or maybe you're texting less, whenever you visit your energy is lower than usual...

to start with, just to get out the way, they reassure you that you don't have to get married, that you shouldn't do something you guys don't want to, that you can be parents just fine without marriage

feels better when you insist you're not doing it just for the baby, i mean, not much. but you're insistent, and if you found out you're pregnant after getting engaged, they just have to trust you.

they also have to trust cove when he says he's gonna take care of you and the baby.

they knew cove is always very sincere and determined, even if he hesitates at times, but when he's set on something, he does it, so even though they're not happy about the situation, you're flying the nest now, and hitting milestones at a young age so all they can do is support you

and if noel does have a bit too much fun helping you set up the nursery, don't say a THING!!!

all the parents do make you sit down and explain your plan, who's going to work, who's watching the babe, if you're still going to school... all that. it's not that they aren't going to help you, but are you ready to take on the responsibility for your baby?

LIZ

liz is super worried for you, and cove too actually. you're her little sister/sibling, she still sees you and cove as kids in some way, and she still preens when you come to her for help...

the news just makes her head spin, but her first question is if you're okay, n if she's at home, she gives you a hug, lets you cry if you need it.

and this is also where her (protective) big sister energy comes in.. she hates seeing you sad when your moms are still heavily upset about the news

she tries to be there for you as much as possible, and especially if the first trimester is really rough on you, if cove isn't by your side then she is.

doesn't bother lecturing either of you. whats the point? all of your parents have already chewed your ears off, and it's not like you need any more stress or worry, or need to know that there's someone else disappointed in you/cove

i was going to say she'd give cove a stern talking too about being their for you, but she realizes she doesn't really need to do that.

tells him "i'm sure you'll be a good dad" maybe even, "well, i guess this was gonna happen one day anyway.." and that you're lucky to have him.

although after all those comforting n reassuring words, she does slap him on the back and remind him not to hurt or fail both of you, least he wants to feel her wrath. :) (she's a protective auntie already &lt;33)

tries to keep the energy up by being excited for the baby, or by distracting you with some bonding time w your amazing older sister<3 makes jokes about being the cool aunt, when the times right ofc. she's really just trying to distract you, which works sometimes more than others

LEE

the phone is SILENT. which is really scary coming from lee...

she does speak eventually, asks if you're gonna keep it, what're you going to do, and depending on how you word the news, if cove is there to tell her, or if she's already heard some of the news from the rest of the family, she'll ask if cove knows

she tries not to ask too many questions, because she doesn't wanna upset you or seem insensitive

i think she's really lost on what to do. your and cove's parents have already done all the lecturing, and worrying over each detail...

so she just offers you comfort. or a distraction.

really, her reaction is based off yours, because if you're excited, then so is she! but if you're really sad and/or stressed, then she's subdued, tries to figure out how to help you even though she's not close by...

in fact, her and liz would plan a "girls trip" for you. just to distract you, help you feel better. it's nothing big, just 2 days in the city and you spend most your time going from shop to shop and different restaurants and cafes.

their energy keeps your spirits up, but if you're not up for all that, or even if you're tired of all the running around after the first day, they set up a nice "sleepover" in the hotel room and you only get one noise complaint!

both of them definitely reassure you that if you ever need a break, you can trust them, amazing and cool aunties lee and liz, with the babe (spoiler: you can, but just know you're interrupting many 'a tea parties when you come to pick up the babe)

DEREK, MIRANDA , TERRY, & BAXTER

their eyes fell out their head.

in fact, terry spat out his drink, like projectile spray... and derek is having an outta body experience probably, definitely dropped whatever he was holding.

baxter too, he's taking a sip of his coffee and when you tell him, he chokes a bit, squeezes the cup n now he has coffee on his pants... he's shocked as hell

i hope you didn't tell them in a public place btw, because terry definitely yelled out "you're pregnant?!" and now everyone in sunset bird/wherever you are who didn't know.. knows.

terry isn't sure whether to tell you congrats or not, is very very confused, says congrats but then starts rambling out loud about what if you're not excited, what if it's a bad thing... all that

and miranda too, offers a careful congrats and then says "um.. that is a good thing, right? i mean, it's okay if not!" and yeah you've broken them..

if you reassure them it is a good thing. well, as good as it can be really. then they relax

derek rambles off all his concerns, asks if you're really gonna do it (raise the baby)

and then starts rambling about how hard it was taking care of his brothers... is quick to remind you that it was fun! and he loves his brothers! and that you'll be great parents! and maybe your baby won't be as rambunctious as niko was as a toddler!

just offers you good wishes, and if you ever need help, call him! he's a expert at handling his brothers, so he might know a thing or two. unless it's genuine parenting advice then.. call his mom or dad, or yours, haha

now baxter... well assuming you told him you were engaged before he left, or even if you imagine all this happening while he's here, he doesn't have much to say

he's just a stranger after all, even if you befriend him quickly, he doesn't have much to say to you

he tries to contain his surprise, and he first asks if you're excited, then he offers his congratulations and says you two will be great parents and that the kid will be very loved by everyone.

after seeing you two around the neighborhood, and your getting to know your family and friends a bit, he doesn't worry about you guys too much.

even though he knows teen pregnancy isn't ideal, he does know your kid has a happy life ahead of them, and that you have a lot of support n love around you, and that you and cove will work hard to be good parents, so he doesn't worry for you too much

i'm tempted to say you or cove would find a unnamed flower or gift basket on your parents doorsteps, or maybe he even brings a very early wedding/baby gift since he knows he won't be around, but i'm not sure... although i think that's kinda a baxter thing to do

but now if he found out later in step 4, he'd be surprised by the news (and seeing that you have a kid already) but he'd just tell you he's happy it's all working out for you, and that your kid is very adorable and you have a lovely family

[flowerandblood]

The Pearl and the Sapphire (6)

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, fingering, smut, angst, sexual tension, obsession ]

[description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request + my sweet @valeskafics)]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in modern times. The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Series moodboard: Aemond & Miss Baratheon

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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She didn't know how it was possible that the presence of the person who was once your closest in the world could become so frightening and stressful after a few months. She wondered about this as she walked with Cregan through the hotel corridor to her room so they could talk in solitude.

She knew Cregan was a good man and would never hurt her, but still her whole body trembled as she put the card to her door and opened it.

She was afraid of how he would react to her not having the strength to give him a second chance.

She was afraid of how he would react to the fact that she had slept with someone else.

Even though they were no longer together, that surely he had slept with other women, the realisation of what she had done the day before overwhelmed her in his presence. She couldn't get the expression on Aemond Targaryen's face out of her head when he saw Cregan and realised who he was, the helpless, tense look he gave her.

Cregan closed the door behind him and smiled broadly at her, placing his hands at his sides. He looked at her apologetically, as if he knew he had messed up and deserved to be reprimanded.

"Are you angry with me?" He asked her softly, looking at her from under his raised eyebrows. She swallowed quietly, wrapping her arms around herself involuntarily, trying not to show her nervousness.

"What do you mean? What would I be angry about?" She asked, not fully understanding what he was actually trying to say. Cregan sighed quietly.

"For my messages yesterday. For being the indecisive bastard who broke your heart." He said finally. She lowered her gaze and swallowed quietly, feeling the wound in her heart reopen.

She felt like she was sitting in the room with him on the couch again when he told her it would be better if they broke up with each other.

What was she supposed to say?

"I haven't been angry with you for many months, but I can't be friends with you. You demand too much of me, it's been too little time for me to be able to put it all back together again." She said helplessly, wanting to explain to him as best as she could how she felt, her heart pounding like mad.

"I still love you." He whispered, pressing his lips together, and she drew in the air loudly, her whole body trembling. "I know I screwed it up. I know, but it's the truth."

She shook her head, not knowing what to say, the realisation in his eyes that they most likely they didn't want the same thing.

"I slept with someone." She said quietly, feeling as if she had just revealed her disgusting, shameful secret, as if that made her dirty, even though she had always been his bright ray of joy and innocence.

Why did she feel this way if she had done nothing wrong?

Why did she feel this way if she was so comfortable with him, when it was so safe in his embrace.

She realised that if his assistant hadn't started banging on his door then, and if he had offered her to stay with him, she wouldn't have left his room until morning.

She saw that something like pain flashed across his face. He lowered his head and swallowed quietly, as if trying to come to terms with what he had heard.

"I too have slept with other women in the meantime and I have no right to make excuses for you. Though I'll admit I'm surprised, I didn't know you from that side." He said thoughtfully, more to himself than to her, stroking his chin.

She felt her eyebrows arch in pain at his words, at his gentle suggestion that perhaps she had once again proved a disappointment to him. That she did not wait for him politely with a broken heart, but spread her thighs before another men.

She lowered her gaze, trying to contain the heat she felt under her eyelids.

"You don't know much about me." She said involuntarily, and he threw her a surprised look.

"That's not true. You know it's not true." He muttered, wanting to come closer to her, but she stepped back and shook her head.

"It won't work. I won't be able to trust you again." She whispered, shrugging her shoulders helplessly, feeling a tightness in her throat, wanting to run away, to leave the room and hole up somewhere where she could be alone. Cregan blinked at her words.

"I love you. I've always loved you." He said, but her mind told her it wasn't true.

"You abandoned me because I was inadequate and I accepted that as best I could." She whispered with difficulty and he pressed his lips together.

"You simply let me go. You didn't fight for me." He said in a breaking voice, and she involuntarily laughed through her tears, raising her hands in a gesture of despair.

"What was I supposed to fight for? Was I supposed to beg you on my knees? Please don't leave me, I love you? To humiliate myself so that you would feel better. I cried because of you for MONTHS, every day! And now you come back and say you've changed your mind?" She asked on the verge of laughing and sobbing, feeling that it was too much for her, that she couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you love me?" He asked dryly. She blinked and swallowed quietly.

Silence.

"So you never really loved me." He said, and she pressed her lips together and sobbed, shutting herself in, looking at him as if he had hit her, not believing how he could say such a thing.

"I loved you, but you killed that love. You cut her throat and she bled." She mumbled, but he shook his head. He grunted and ran his hand through his hair, tears in his eyes.

"Have a pleasant stay. Give my regards to your new colleague." He said as he walked away, opening the door and closing it behind him. She burst out crying loudly as soon as he left, sliding to her knees, burying her face in her hands.

How could he say something like that?

To try to blame it on her, to spin it in such a way that she was the one who didn't fight for him, she was the one who never loved him.

She lay down on the floor and stayed like that for a while, trying to calm herself down. She thought, looking ahead with a blank stare, that he would probably leave her alone now. She shuddered when Royce knocked on her door saying they had to go to their stand now and she grunted quietly saying she would be right there.

As soon as she had a moment to spare she told her brother everything, not being able to hold in what Cregan had told her. Royce was so furious that he disappeared into the back room for a while saying he had to smoke a cigarette. He returned a moment later, looking at her, biting his lower lip, thinking strenuously.

"I'd be happy to whack his face off." He said, standing with his hands placed at his sides, and she sighed heavily.

"Come on. At least we've explained everything to each other. I think he said all that because it hurt him that I didn't wait for him with open arms." She said dryly, after two days of constant crying she felt like there were simply no more tears left in her body that she could get out.

Royce sighed heavily at her words, put his arms around her waist and hugged her close, a soft kiss landing on her hair, his pleasant masculine perfume reaching her nose.

"Let him fuck off. At least you know you're not losing anything. This boy doesn't need a relationship, he just needs attention." He muttered. She nodded and went back to work. They said nothing to their father because they knew his fury wouldn't result in anything good.

After working all day, she returned to her room tired and discouraged. She lay down on her bed and displayed again the last message she had received from Targaryen the day before. She went back to it several times unable to believe he had written it.

I adore you.

He was touched by how he chose his words. He didn't write 'you're pretty' he didn't write 'you're hot', 'you're sexy', he didn't write 'you're cute'.

He wrote "I adore you".

There was something warm and tender in that expression, just like in his touch, in his kisses, in his hands when he was deep inside her.

His expression that for some reason he had a weakness for her. She had to admit to herself with surprise that he evoked similar feelings in her. Even though his everyday demeanour was aloof, cold and sometimes downright creepy, when it came to intimacy she felt safe with him, as if she had known him for years.

She wondered how his day was going.

She knew he must have said something to Alys, she also saw that he had argued with his grandfather and was all tense when she spoke to him outside the hotel. She felt remorse for leaving him like that just when he opened up. She pressed her lips together and with a pounding heart started to write a message.

She smiled involuntarily when she saw that he displayed it almost instantly, and after a moment his answer appeared. She pressed her lips together seeing his question, she thought he wanted to continue their conversation.

Seeing his last answer she felt a tightening in her stomach and regret. She got an idea from which she felt embarrassed, but then thought she didn't care anymore.

She needed someone to confide in, to tell someone about how she felt and at the same time was ready to offer him the same so that he could let go of what was weighing on him.

Sometimes it was better to confide in a stranger than someone close.

She pressed her lips together, wondering if he would refuse, if he would say they shouldn't and make her unable to look him in the face out of shame for the rest of their stay.

She couldn't believe the simple squeal of delight that came out of her mouth, some strange joy spilling over her heart, as if her best friend was about to come over to her place to gossip and watch silly comedy shows.

Knowing he was due to come she decided to tidy up her room a bit, throwing away the empty food wrappers and disposable cups strewn everywhere. She buried the scattered clothes in her suitcase and began to wonder if she should change.

She decided that she wouldn't.

She jumped up when she heard the sound of a notification and ran to her phone seeing that she had received a new message from him.

She giggled under her breath as she read his message and wrote him back quickly after looking at all the products in the picture.

He displayed her message and did not write back again. She waited for him impatiently excited and happy, although she didn't know for what reason. She felt it was their secret, a secret relationship between two complete strangers. She shuddered when, five minutes before time, she heard a quiet knock on the door.

She liked the fact that he was never late.

She got up lightly from her bed and opened the door, greeting him with a wide, happy smile. He lifted up a plastic bag full of cans. She laughed and said he was meeting the conditions and could come in. She closed the door behind him and took the bag from him, placing it on a desk standing against the wall.

Her room, unlike his, was a regular hotel room with a bathroom and a space with a bed, wardrobe, desk and a few chairs. He hung his leather jacket on a hanger and pulled off his shoes, staying in just a black tight T-shirt, black trousers and socks.

Meanwhile, while she put some of the beers in the small fridge he began to look around, seeing the gowns she had sewn hanging on the hangers covered with a special foil. He lifted it slightly to see the fabric up close and looked at the hand sewn details. She approached him, opening one beer for him, handing him a can.

"Just don't spill it, these gowns are worth more than you might think." She said amused, and he threw her a puzzled look.

"Why do you say that? They're works of art. They should be in a museum." He said it so seriously that she blinked and fell silent, embarrassed, lowering her gaze. She thought those were very kind words.

"Thank you." She said softly, and he hummed under his breath, lowering the foil back down.

"How long does it take you to sew and decorate one such dress?" He asked taking a sip of beer, looking at her intently. She scratched her head at his question.

"It depends. The one I wore during the show I sewed for two months working on it every day." She said calmly and swallowed quietly at the memory of what he had told her the day before.

Already during the show I was wondering how to get you into my bed.

She glanced at him and saw that he was looking at her intensely as if he knew what she was thinking about. A lecherous grin appeared on his face and she blushed as she lowered her head, feeling that she was burning under his gaze. She felt embarrassed as the space between her thighs pulsed, his scent filling her lungs again.

"How did your conversation go?" He asked finally, clearly wanting to take pity on her.

She opened her can with a loud pssst and sighed heavily, moving towards her bed, sitting down with her legs crossed. Encouraged by the gesture of her hand, he walked over to her bed and sat on the other side of it, facing her, leaning his head against the backrest.

She sighed quietly.

"I told him that… that I slept with someone." She said with difficulty, unable to look at him, fiddling with the can in her hands. "Of course I didn't tell him it was you. He said that obviously he had no right to be angry because we weren't together, but that he didn't know me from that side, as if I had disappointed him again. I don't know why even though he had never harboured any demands on me I often felt that I didn't live up to his expectations."

She said uncertainly, taking a sip from her can. She glanced at him and saw that he was looking at her intently, involuntarily turning his beer in his hands. He lowered his gaze as if considering whether he could say what was pressing against his lips.

"Did he force you to do something?" He asked finally, and she felt a tightening in her heart as she began to think about it.

He never forced her to do anything, he always understood her barriers, however, she suddenly realised the way he phrased sentences. She remembered one situation after which she had felt bad for a very long time, and Cregan had to reassure her for days that he was definitely not angry with her and that he understood.

She wasn't sure if she should talk about such things and felt embarrassed, so she didn't answer anything for a long time. She saw that his hand movements had stopped and his body tensed.

"You can tell me if he hurt you." He said quietly and she glanced at him frightened and shook her head quickly.

"No. No, it's not about that, I… uh…" She pressed her lips together and stroked the back of her neck in a gesture of discomfort, feeling her hands tremble. "…I'm not sure you want to hear about it."

"I want to."

She looked at him surprised at how coolly and confidently he said it. He was looking at her so intensely that she felt uncomfortable, something unsettling in his gaze. She swallowed loudly.

"He has always been understanding and affectionate to me in every aspect of my life. Also when it comes to intimacy, but… once when… um, he said that we could try something different… that I could try to please him, it-it scared me, because…" She swallowed hard, clenching her fingers tightly on the can, that memory suddenly painfully clear to her.

"…because I don't know, I felt there was something humiliating about when a men makes you suddenly kneel down in front of him, I didn't want to do it, I didn't feel ready… I… and he said that he also satisfies me like that to make me feel good, only I never asked him to do it. I wouldn't make him do it if he told me he was uncomfortable with it." She choked out shaking her head, feeling a tightening in her stomach and throat, feeling ashamed.

"I-I felt so ungrateful, like…like I was just taking and he was always giving, like as if I was denying him something he had earned…" She mumbled, and his ice-cold tone interrupted her in mid-sentence.

"Did you do it?"

She looked at him, horrified, his face pale, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body tense, his fingers clenched on the tin he held so tightly that it bent.

"…no." She said quietly, in shame. She saw him swallow loudly, his gaze softening.

"Good." He said, taking a deep gulp of beer, letting out the air loudly as if he'd been holding it for a few seconds, staring blankly ahead. "Fucking piece of shit."

She lowered her gaze, embarrassed by her confession and how he reacted to it. The fact that he was angry, the fact that he somehow cared. For some reason she felt relieved. She swallowed quietly, looking at him uncertainly.

"What about Alys?" She asked, twisting in her seat, and he froze in mid-motion, just lifting the can to his lips again. He smiled, but it was a disturbing smile to say the least, one that didn't reach his eyes, cold, cruel, empty.

"Fucking whore has been informing on me to the press for years." He muttered, taking a deep sip of beer, licking his lips with his tongue. "She tried to record my confession on her phone that I slept with you. To give your name."

He said coolly and calmly, and she felt her lower lip part in disbelief, her heart starting to pound like crazy, pain spilling over her chest.

She was unable to get the words out.

She remembered that article she had read and wondered if it was from his assistant that this journalist got all the information she had written about.

She thought it was inhuman, cruel, horrible.

"Of course I haven't said anything to her, my lawyers are already dealing with her. I won't let any tabloid write about you." He said, shaking some fuzz off her duvet, looking at his hand thoughtfully. "She's been recording me for years. How we talk about business and my family. How we fuck. She's hedged her bets in case we break up."

She looked at him feeling her body simply freeze, what he was saying was beyond her understanding. She shook her head not knowing how to put her thoughts into words, what to say.

"God. This is horrible. How can you live with the idea of doing something like that to another human being, waking up next to them and falling asleep knowing you're hurting them?" She asked in a trembling voice looking at him with her eyes wide open, not understanding completely how she had been able to pretend for so many years. "How can you not feel remorse after something like that?"

She felt a cold shiver run down the back of her neck when she heard him chuckle low, taking a deep sip of beer again. He wasn't looking at her.

"You know what's most amusing? My grandfather knew about it from the very beginning."

She shook her head, feeling as if her heart had stopped beating for a moment. She smiled as if her body was trying to take it as a joke.

"…what?"

"He said he warned me, and I drove her everywhere on company money. He thought I might need a cold shower like that. My grandfather always had interesting reasons for educating us, you know?" He said, raising his eyebrows in amusement, looking at her in a way that made her press her lips together.

She felt that he had fallen into something, some void of hopelessness, nothingness, that he was not the same person she had met yesterday. He was defending himself from what had happened by closing himself in even deeper.

Her trembling hands traveled involuntarily up and down her can, her body shivering. She didn't know what was happening to her, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"You didn't deserve this."

His smile disappeared from his face at her words. He glanced at her, his gaze blank, almost frustrated.

"You're quick to pass judgement for someone who's known me one day."

She felt pain at his words, felt that he had pushed her away, that he had let her know that she was approaching a boundary he didn't want her to cross. She set her beer down on the nightstand and moved closer to him. He flinched and tensed all over, not knowing what she was going to do. She sat close to him but didn't touch him, looking straight at his face.

"I've never felt most beautiful in his eyes. Craved for. I had the feeling that the reason he was with me was because he was comfortable that way. He used to say that everything seemed so easy with me, but now I'm not sure if that was a compliment. I'm not sure if I loved him or the thought that I could be important to someone, that someone had chosen me and not one of my older sisters, more mature and feminine than me. I felt wonderful at the thought that seeing them all he had chosen me, as if I were the prettiest apple in the market. Sometimes, in the months after we parted, I thought that for all that, God was punishing me for my vanity." She whispered, smiling with difficulty, holding back tears that were again rising at the corners of her eyes.

She had never said this to anyone.

Not even to Royce.

He looked her straight in the eye, his brow furrowed as if in worry, and they did not speak to each other for a long moment. She saw him swallow with difficulty, as if he was gathering himself to get out of himself what was cramming down his throat.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I craved you from the first moment I saw you."

She felt her whole body convulse at his words, her lips parted, a tear falling from her eye, her gaze all misty.

His beautiful words spoken so softly and calmly caused her pain.

She didn't know when her mouth found his, when his hand set his beer down on the floor while his free hand grabbed her neck and pulled her closer, their lips almost devouring each other, forming a mixture of teeth, tongues and soft, moist fleshy texture.

There was something kinky and perverse about these kisses, a shameless desire and thirst for physical closeness, fulfilment.

She didn't shy away when his hands undid the braces from her dungarees, pulling them off her with difficulty, leaving her in a white turtleneck and panties.

He grabbed her hip and forced her to sit on top of him with her arms around him, and she did so embarrassingly willingly, looking down at him with dreamy eyes, her soft lips returned to his, a quiet sigh escaping from his throat.

She stroked his face and hair with her hands, her fingers tender and gentle, wanting to give him the feeling that she really desired him, that he really aroused her affection, that she would not hurt him.

She let his hands squeeze her buttocks, pushing her closer, letting her feel what was happening inside his trousers, their lips sucking and licking with a lingering, wet click.

He looked at her with a hazy gaze, breathing unevenly as her small hands slid down to the button of his trousers, undoing it, his trembling hands stroking her thighs.

"Do you want this?" She asked quietly before grabbing his boxers, wanting to let him wonder if he really wished for it. He licked his lips at her question.

"I've wanted it from the moment I crossed the threshold of your room."

She kissed him again, a loud, satisfied murmur escaping his lips. His hands gripped her white turtleneck, throwing her only one questioning glance before he lifted it up, pulling it over her shoulders. He swallowed loudly when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, looking at her breasts for a moment.

She sighed loudly as he hugged his face to the space between her breasts placing wet, sticky kisses on her skin, she kissed his hair, sliding his boxers down a little, wanting to get to what was underneath them.

He helped her by twisting around, grabbing the material with her, reaching quickly into his pocket for a condom. She stopped his hand, looking at him uncertainly, breathing quietly.

"Can I feel you? Just for a moment. I'm clean." She said and saw that he threw her a shocked look.

He swallowed with difficulty and after a moment he nodded, unable to get a word out. She lifted herself quickly, his hands helping her slide the material of her panties off her legs.

She grasped his face in her hands and kissed him, lowering herself onto him, his hand holding his member so that she could reach it. They both moaned embarrassingly loudly as his tip slid into her sticky, hot, fleshy structure.

"− fuck − fuck −" He gasped, watching in disbelief as his cock sank slowly into her, her walls clamping down on him greedily.

"Shh…" She whispered tenderly, kissing his forehead, sinking against him fully, his hands roaming all over her body unable to decide where he wanted to touch her most. She sighed feeling how wonderfully he filled her, how he pulsed inside her in desire.

She rested one hand on his shoulder, rising slowly and falling back against him with a loud, sticky click of her moisture, her lips parted in an accelerated breath, both of them beginning to pant.

"− oh God −" She sighed, horrified at how pleasurable this was, how wonderful it was to feel him so much, so intimately.

He pressed his lips to her soft breast and began to suck it, licking her nipple, embarrassed by how loudly he was breathing, how much pleasure it gave him, her insides hot and wet just for him. She mewled feeling it, pressing his face closer to her flesh.

"− just a moment longer −" She mumbled involuntarily speeding up, rubbing herself with his member where she felt the most pleasure, feeling waves of heat each time she sank back against him, his fingers tightening on her hips forcing her to let him deeper inside her, his tip hitting her back wall again and again making her let out helpless, quiet moans.

He surprised her when he suddenly took her cheeks in his hand and kissed her greedily, his tongue invading between her lips just as brutally as his cock began to move inside her. She knew they shouldn't be doing this, that it was foolish, but they both knew, their foreheads touching, looking at each other, that they wouldn't be able to stop.

"− I'll take it out before I come, okay? − feels so fucking good −" He breathed out between the entwining of their tongues and lips, and she mewled at his words, feeling that her fulfilment was approaching, that she would come from the mere movement of his member at the angle he was moving inside her now.

"− yes − please − you will fuck me all night, won't you? − please, say that you will −" She sobbed, surprised and ashamed at her own shameless words.

He groaned low, speeding up, their hands roaming over their bodies and faces, his hand clenched tightly in her hair as his hips impaled her on his manhood with a sticky splat of flesh against flesh.

"− I will − you know I fuckin will −" He growled low and she came at his words, surprising him and herself, she pressed her forehead against his panting and sobbing loudly, her body quivering in fulfillment, his lips brushing hers wanting to reassure her, to soothe her.

"− so good − oh, fuck −" He exhaled and slid out of her quickly, squeezing himself a few times with his hand, his translucent, slightly whitish semen spilling straight onto her naked stomach. He rested his forehead between her breasts panting and groaning helplessly, she hugged him back kissing his hair.

"− I'm sorry −" He whispered quietly and she kissed his head again at his words, stroking his neck with her hand.

"− it's okay now − it's all right −"

He sighed at her words as if in relief, she felt his body relax, his arms hugging her waist loosely, his hands trailing down her spine. He swallowed loudly and kissed her sternum before asking her question.

"− do you want me to leave? −"

She smiled under her breath, embracing him tenderly, stroking his hair with a slow motion, her cheek nestled against the top of his head.

"No."

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hiii!!! It's me again lol

I was wondering if you can do a ror (Hades, adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus basically the Greek side) x child! Sister ! Reader

Basically the reader is the youngest sister of Zeus and his brothers

She was hidden away in the stars bc their mother did not want her to die bc of their father fearing that she may kill him

The reader is also the goddess of stars and wish granting making her a powerful goddess

She has this huge archives library basically marking down every important event in the human world, Valhalla, helhaim ect

Also the reader is scared of being attached to her brothers fearing that one they'll leave her so basically she just ignores them until they got into a big battle causing her to be extremely injured

How will they react to their little sister? Will they spend time with her? Are they willing to beat the shit out of the person who hurts her?

(P.s can you also maybe base the reader like the pic?)

Thank you! and have a good morning/afternoon/night!

-You were so scared of losing them again, after seeing your father eating all of them, except for Zeus who defeated Kronos. Your mother was able to hide you away since you were so small, hiding you amongst the stars until she knew you would be safe.

-Your brothers were fiercely protective of you, as you were so small, so delicate, dancing amongst the glittering stars above, but it made sense, as you were the goddess of stars.

-Your hair was both dark and bright, like the night sky, long flowing dark hair with bright glittering lights like stars, interwoven in your hair, and the stars never remained in the same place, waning and brightening like your stars.

-However, as you grew, your power was found to be immense, being able to grant wishes of those who wish upon your falling stars, making you a highly sought after goddess.

-Many tried to come to you, asking for wishes, not caring if you didn’t want to grant them because the wishes were selfish or dangerous, many threatening you when you tried to refuse which made you run and hide.

-Thanks to not only your brothers, but the other gods in the Greek Pantheon, you were safely hidden away in your massive library. You marked every instance of importance in history, both in Valhalla and on earth, leading to a massive archive, one where you knew exactly where everything was, down to what book and what page the information you or someone else was looking for.

-You were rather shy with others, even with your family, shying away from touches and hugs, shying away from public gatherings, which confused your family, many of them wondering why you were so hesitant to be around them.

-Their answer came from an unexpected place, Ganesha, whom became friends from you after seeing you reading and asked if he could read with you. The day you showed him your library was a day that your library was very loud with delighted squeals and laughter as Ganesha ran around, wanting to read stuff.

-After hanging around you for a while, Ganesha was stopped by Hercules, asking him if he knew what you were so shy. Ganesha smiled sadly, “She’s afraid of losing you all. Y/N said she watched her family be eaten when she was little and she’s afraid of getting close to you all because she doesn’t want to lose you against those gods who try to demand wishes of her.”

-The Greek pantheon was outraged to learn this, not at you, but learning of your fears, as you were only a child, and you tried staying away from them so they didn’t get hurt again.

-You were very noble, but Adamas, when he came to get you, “You’re pretty stupid!” his bluntness stunned you before you were quickly in tears, crying comically, which made him panic, kneeling before you, trying to console you.

-He picked you up, surprising you as he was so gentle, “I meant to say you’re stupid for worrying about us, we’re all stronger now. You don’t have to hide away to protect us- we’ll protect you this time, Y/N.”

-When Adamas arrived, late, to the tea party with you with the other gods, Zeus went to scold him before he saw you both holding ice cream cones, as he stopped to get you one as a way to apologize which caused laughter all around.

-Your whole family spent the afternoon doting on you, making you feel welcome and Hercules tossed you high into the air, making everyone panic, until you giggled, floating high above them.

-You were having fun, playing, but when Hermes accidentally kick the ball you were playing with a bit harder, sending it flying, you smiled, “I’ll get it!”

-You disappeared behind the large rose bush, looking for the ball, your head going back and forth before you saw it and ran over to pick it up.

-There was also a man, a mean god who had tried to make demands of you in the past and when he saw you, after you basically disappeared, he shouted, “There you are!” before grabbing your wrist, “You’re going to grant my wish! That’s all you’re good for!!”

-You struggled, tears in your eyes, “Let go!!” SMACK!!!

-When Poseidon and Hades, hearing the shouting, came to investigate, followed by Adamas and Zeus, they all arrived just as you were smacked hard across the face, going to the ground hard.

-The pressure in the air was immense as Zeus spoke, “You bastard!!” the god turned, seeing the strongest in the Greek pantheon now glaring down at him as he was still gripping onto your arm.

-Hades’ voice was icy cold, “What do you think you’re doing to our little sister?” the man was quick to drop you, trying to plead that it was just a misunderstanding while Poseidon picked you up, holding you close, your arms wrapping around his neck as you were trying not to cry.

-Ares approached quickly, seeing that you were fighting off tears and Poseidon spoke, “Take Y/N and tend to her cheek.”

-Ares held you as if you were made of glass as your four big brothers grabbed the offending god and dragged him off. The two of you stared after them as the god was pleading for his life before you spoke, “Big brothers are kind of scary.” Ares nodded in agreement but gave you a warm smile and took you back to the party where your cheek was healed up.

-Just like they had promised you- they kept you safe, returning about ten minutes later and you ran over to Hades who kneeled, hugging you as you made it to him, “Big Brother~” he chuckled, standing with you in his arms as he checked out his cheek, making sure you were okay.

-Zeus beamed up at you, making you smile, “Y/N is one of the Greek gods after all, the strongest in Valhalla!!” the other gods all cheered and you looked around in awe, seeing all these strong people, willing to keep you safe, because you are important to them.

[harkonnin]

* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Chapter 1 - Introduction Chapter 2 - Beginnings are such delicate times Chapter 3 - Eclipse Chapter 4 - A Time of Quiet Between the Storms Chapter 5 - Harkonnen Arena Chapter 6 - Water of life Chapter 7 - Each man is a little war

***

“Just admit it darling, you need me.” He gets dangerously close to you when he utters the last part of that sentence. His breath lingering on your lips. At this point everything he says only makes you more upset, and your body reacts automatically. You push him off you, and your hand is faster than the speed of light for a split second as it lands on his cheek, hard. You’re breathing irregular and emotional. He seems to be shocked at the impact; his face slightly turned away from you, smiling, however. This could be incredibly dangerous territory for you.

His eyes glance back at you, an indescribable emotion behind them. Before he can speak you interrupt his thoughts.

“I’ll never be your darling Feyd,” you challenge his words directly. Not meaning half of them but you felt like he needed to be put in his place for once. You decide not to wait for any retaliation, and stomp off towards your quarters, leaving him standing there like an idiot.

You almost run, afraid he might follow you or worse, attack you. You have no weapon at hand, so you’d be safest in your room. You manage to get in and lock the door immediately. Your breathing is rapid and irregular. You’re having a small freakout, you just offended the most dangerous person in your known universe and gave him more reason to hurt you in the future. You go into your small bathroom and splash ice cold water in your face, as you look in the mirror you just call yourself “idiot” a few times over.

*

Feyd watches you leave, the slap resonating and leaving a warm feeling on his cheek. He must admit he enjoyed seeing you like this, emotional and upset over him, it made him feel like you weren’t indifferent to him, which was a start. You weren’t in love with him, not yet, but he convinced himself he could make that happen. He didn’t think you would slap him however, which added an extra level of power he gained over you now. The fact that you slapped a guest, that was something he could use to his advantage, he thought.  

He decides not to follow you, and let you collect yourself for the time being. The first brick in your stone wall collapsed and he loved seeing it happen before his eyes. Maybe married life with you wouldn’t be the worst thing, you enticed him, made him more curious, he wanted to explore what you would be like in different situations, how you would react to him. What you would look like at night, in the pale moonlight of this planet, wearing nothing but sheer fabrics. Panting his name. Clawing his back. He touches his cheek and smirks to himself. Soon, he thinks.

*

He eventually wanders around the castle all day, not wanting to confront you. He wanted to let his words to the talking in your head. He must admit, seeing the fire in your eyes as you slapped him, which he let happen, stirred something inside of him. A want and need, to comfort you, to reverse the things he said, just to make you smile so beautifully again as you did when he first saw you yesterday.

He was jealous of you, your upbringing, your friends, your planet. He finds himself wondering what it would be like had your lives have been switched. He would’ve grown up in a loving family, a brother who didn’t despise him, and a Duke that would rather see him thrive than whatever the Baron wanted for him. Whilst you were a pawn in this story, he envied the position you had to play.

He ends up wandering for a very long time, away in thought, before he realises, he had missed lunch and was missing dinner right now. His stomach growled a bit at the realisation, wondering why no one had come looking for him yet. Truly a laid-back people here on Caladan, he thought. On Giedi Prime he could’ve been assassinated twice already. He sets off towards the garden, smelling a beautiful perfume that reminded me of the one you wore. His mind drifts again, completely infatuated by the girl that slapped more sense into him than the Baron ever did.

*

You didn’t see him for lunch, so you had time for your nerves to settle. By the time dinner is served your family inquires you about Feyd’s whereabouts. Your father had heard from Gurney that you were walking around the castle grounds. You choke on your food a little bit.

“Wait, no one has seen him all day?”

Paul and your mother look at each other, understanding an unspoken something. “Maybe he’s in his quarters.” He speaks. You finish up dinner and promise to go and find him, much to Leto’s chagrin. His daughter shouldn’t be running around looking for a Harkonnen all alone. But your mother puts her hand on top of your father’s, reassuring him it will be fine.

As you take your leave, you head straight to his quarters. Tula is awaiting you, as if planned.

“Tula, my dear, is the Na-Baron in his quarters? Can I speak to him?”

You braced yourself for what was to come, going to his quarters at night, how scandalous.

“Oh, my Lady, he has not come back since this morning I am afraid.”

What? He has just been out all day. Without a clue of what dangers might lie on Caladan, no one to keep him secure and safe. There were some predators out there that even Feyd-Rautha himself couldn’t battle against. You sigh heavily, stressed out at the idea of losing Feyd to a stupid bear or something. You tell Tula all will be fine and that you’ll go search for him. You knew the dangers that were ahead, but it being night-time wouldn’t make it easier.

You decide to go out in what you’re wearing, he couldn’t have gotten far. You check the stables, the wrestling grounds, you even go check out the barracks, but no one has seen him. Did he just leave? He wouldn’t do that right. You decide the last place you could find him were the gardens, which were lush and almost like a maze. In the dead of night, you wouldn’t visit them however, too many creepy crawlies that come out and you had limited visibility.

You decide to start walking in the maze-like construction, the pale moonlight the only thing that is giving you any form of light whatsoever. You decide against shouting his name, it’s a little bit awkward, and he’s not some cat you’re calling back to the house. After getting your clothes stuck on some rose thorns, you rip a few holes in your clothes. If you didn’t find him here, you’d be mad about that later.

You hear a soft gasp and the sound of a blade being unsheathed coming from your left. As soon as you follow where the noise came from you see him, almost glowing in the moonlight. Your vision turns incredibly sour after you see the rest of him, however. He looks over at you, blade in hand, dark blood coating it. Your mouth falls open. He’s holding a white cobra head. Extremely venomous, deadly for people who had no immunity. He looks at the way your face looks in horror at the beast. He feels a bit faint if he had to be honest.

“Feyd,” you walk over to him slowly, “did that cobra bite you?”

He looks down at this ankle, the teeth marks still visibly bleeding. You had to act fast. This was no mere silly snake.

“You didn’t warn me Caladan had poisonous snakes as well Lady Atreides.” He says as he lets go of the snake’s head.

You really don’t think it’s time for joking right now, he might possibly die.

“I need you to take off your clothes Feyd, we need to get this out of your system.”

He laughs, and it angers you a little bit, but it’s also the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. He doesn’t seem the grasp the severity of the situation he’s in.

“If you want to- want to get me to- my clothes off, you should- just- “ he stumbles on his sentence, the venom working fast. He falls to his feet in front of you, and you do the same. “Shit, Feyd, please, hang on”, you get up and yell for help but there’s no one close by.

He eventually falls completely and is slightly unable to move, the first stage of the venom having fully kicked in. Full body paralysis. He’s still aware of the things you’re doing, however. You decide to take matters into your own hands, and start to drag him back to the castle, you must act fast however, and he’s a solid block of muscle at this point, which makes him extremely heavy. Tula had been trailing you however, and upon seeing her face, you shout at her to bring a doctor over quickly. Tula runs back inside shouting for help.

At this point your arms are on fire, having carried his body back so far, you just hope there’s enough time before the next stage sets in, which causes him to sweat profusely and lose most of his body’s moisture intake. You already start to see a few beads of sweat on his face and yell out harder for help.

Eventually the medical team arrives. You order them to get the antidote and a blood transfusion because of stage 2 already setting in.

“My Lady, all we have is the antidote, we have no more immunity blood.” The doctor tells you, “All we can hope is that his body is strong enough to fight it off.” “No”, you simple state, “you will do a transfusion from my blood then, I’m immune, he will not survive this without it.” “But my Lady- by law it is forbidden to perform a transfusion on two unmarried peo- ““-I can’t remember me asking, this is a demand. If he dies, we all die.”

You didn’t like using your status like this, but this was the matter of life or death. Your house promised the Baron that Feyd would be well taken care of, should harm befall him right now they will invade and murder you all, as an example that the Harkonnen were not to be messed with, and they did not forgive.

“Quickly assess if my blood is suited, and then do the transfusion, I will not hear another word, nor will you inform my parents,” you tried to keep your calm, but you were quite emotional. This was taking too much time and all they needed to do was save a man from dying. They had your permission, so you didn’t see the problem.

They quickly shoot into action, and you go and sit down in the bed next to his. His body unmoving, sweating hard already. You fear for his life, a white king cobra was the bringer of death in your house’s folklore. They were a rare sight on Caladan but did enjoy thick foliage more than anything. As the medical staff prepped your arm, your other hand went over to Feyd’s face, and you touch his cheek softly, wiping off the sweat over his scar and chin. He looks completely at peace for the first time, which scared you even more. His face was lifeless.

You finally get hooked up for the transfusion, and you see your blood go over into his body. The laws state that people are not allowed to transfuse blood that isn’t to their own kin, unless married or stated otherwise. You were breaking a genetic law, but you’d rather be on trial in the future than have your entire family murdered by the other Harkonnens. The Bene Gesserit won’t be happy about it, but they would be a problem to deal with later.

As you feel a lot of your blood drain from you, you sit down on his bed instead. The medical team assures you it can take a long while for an individual to awaken from the coma that the venom places them in. After about an hour or so, the transfusion is done and all you can do is wait now. You stay with him for the night, falling asleep in the bed next to his.

*

You have a vision again that night, or a dream you’d rather say. It’s the same one you had a few nights ago, the wet, dewy grass underneath your hands, but now you see something more. A blade in your right hand, stuck in the ground beneath you. You also feel yourself trembling, sweat on your brow, heaving like a mad dog.

You wake up in a cold sweat, a side effect from the transfusion, or the dream. It’s too early in the morning, the sun still not showing her full self. Dawn peaking over the horizon softly. As you turn to look at Feyd, you see his body breathing. You sigh to yourself, and hope this is a good sign. He seems to be dreaming himself, tossing and turning in his sleep. You reach over and take his hand in yours, to not only calm him down slightly, but also yourself. It was terrifying to see what the poison was doing to his body. It was currently fighting off the venom and toxins released in his blood stream. Having been through this yourself as a young child, you faintly remember what it felt like. It’s pure pain rushing through your body, all your muscles are on fire and you feel as if you’re not breathing anymore. Yet your body is completely still.

You decide to let him rest for the time being, and head over to your quarters. You go and fetch your gifted blade and put on an outfit fit for exploring and riding a horse. You had to get out of the castle for a minute or two, allow your head to clear itself. You also set out to find a specific kind of herb in a nearby forest, one that will soothe the pain from the toxin, since it works better if it’s freshly cut. As you leave the castle, the sun is rising and the fields of Caladan greet you, and you breathe in deeply, feeling your worries leave your body as your horse gallops towards the thick forest ahead of you. As if by sheer coincidence, the moment you leave, Feyd wakes up from the hellhole he's been sleeping through. His first words being 'Lady Atreides?' when your medical staff assess him.

[earthry]

Hc request: how the Papa's would react if they find out that they have impregnated a sister of sin that they don't care about at all? (bonus points if the papa's are already in a relationship with someone else) thanks in advance in case. <3

Thank you for the request! I hope you don’t mind that for most of the Papas I’ve altered it to the sister in sin lying about being pregnant. Please take care because there is a lot of angst in this one.

tw: papas x afab!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fertility issues, pregnancy mention, happy endings for all, please take care and be safe &lt;3

Primo

Primo has softened up a lot since his retirement— partially because the Ministry was no longer breathing down his neck and partially because of you. He's gained a considerable amount of patience over the years, but as he stares stoically at the sister of sin claiming to be carrying his child he finds none of it.

His questions for her are clinical and curt, asking how far along she is, if she’s 100% sure if it’s his. She must have thought she’d gain favor or his love but she receives none of those. He would never do that to you.

He dreads telling you— most especially since the two of you have been trying for a child of your own for almost two years now. You took each negative test the hardest, the tension and depression growing taunter and taunter until it finally snapped.

The two of you separated for a terrible two months. It was a break but to you there was no guarantee that he would ever take you back and to him there was no guarantee that you would ever come back. He should have known— should have always known that you would come back each time no matter what.

He considers it his own fault that in frustration he had tried to drown himself in another. A sister that looked like you, the same hair and eye color. You were no longer together at that time but it felt like cheating nonetheless— even if he had pretended she was you in amidst their coupling.

Thinking of you and only ever you.

The sister in sin seems to think otherwise however, claiming that they can start a family, that he’ll finally have an heir, a child. He tells her straight up that that will not be happening and she tells him he will come around.

When he tells you, he sits you on the foot of the bed and holds your hands tightly in his. He tells you that it doesn’t change how he feels about you, that he has no intention of having a family with this woman— but you don’t hear any of it.

You are devastated, static rushing in your ears as your eyes begin to feel wet. Your heart drops, numbness starting in the back of your throat and spreading across your body like a poison.

Because this was proof the problem this whole time was you. After trying and trying for two years with no success, but a one night stand had been fruitful with what you so desperately wanted. You try to hold it together, but the tears come hot and fast. He holds you, comforts you, but you’re almost inconsolable.

“It was me this whole time, wasn’t it?” Your voice is tight with grief.

“No, no of course not, tesoro. It’s not you, shhh— shhh you’ve done nothing wrong, nothing at all.”

You are reluctant to try again for a child after that, afraid of failure and drained from being let down again and again after each negative test. Primo is always patient with you no matter what. He understands you’re having a rough time and he does all he can to be there for you. He almost forgets about the sister in sin and his unborn child until it’s brought to light that she had been lying the entire time and it was not his child she was bearing. You nearly collapse in relief and he catches you in his arms, holding you against his chest as you cry in the relief that maybe it wasn’t you, maybe it was just bad luck. Primo will reaffirm you of this and slowly, you begin to warm up to the idea of trying for a baby again.

It takes another three to four months but one night the test turns positive and you nearly shriek for Primo to get another test. You have trouble staying still as you wait, taking three more tests to be sure— and when they all come back positive you can’t stop yourself from crying.

Primo panics at first until you reassure him that they are happy tears. He’ll splay his hand over your belly and kiss you sweetly, telling you he loves you and he knew you could do it. That he never doubted, that he was so so proud of you for pulling through and holding on.

You fall asleep that night in his arms, resting your hand over his against your flat belly and knowing with excitement and love that it would soon swell and grow with new life.

Secondo

His gut response is anger. How dare this sister in sin claim to carry his child? And even if it was his child, how dare she announce it in front of you, his beloved?

His arms are wrapped around your waist with you pulled close to him. He can feel you trembling, feel your heartbeat pounding. He presses comforting kisses to your temple, his hand rubbing your shoulder and back reassuringly. He coldly tells the sister in sin to leave-- and that he will speak with her later. Right now, he has more important things to worry about. Like you. He's worried about you.

As soon as she leaves, he sinks onto his knees in front of you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Murmuring reassurances and apologies, pleading for you to forgive him. He can't lose you, especially not now when the two of you had finally been honest with each other about your feelings.

The sister had been a mistake during the one of the nights he was pining for you, choosing to seek comfort in the arms of another because at that time, he thought he couldn't have you.

You forgive him because he wasn't really at fault here-- it had happened before the two of you started dating so it wasn't as if he betrayed you. To him however, that's exactly what it feels like.

You tell him that it's okay, that you'd always wanted kids anyways and your feelings for him wouldn't change just because he suddenly has a kid now. You joke a little that maybe you can be a step mom or something, if his baby mama let you.

That thought sticks with him for quite some time and he starts planning.

When the baby is born, he offers a very handsome sum of money to the mother of his child to sign all legal rights to him as the father, with a no contact policy between the mother, her family and the child. He isn't at all surprise when she takes the offer, always knowing that she was really only after power and money. He sets her up with a nice house in some far country and tells her to never come back.

They leave a newborn cradled in his arms and he asks if you would like to legally adopt his child. He tells you that you have no obligations to and he won't be upset if you refused.

But you say yes because how could you not love something that was part Secondo? Regardless, blood didn't matter to you-- what mattered was that this was your child now; yours and Secondo’s.

In a few years when you are ready for another little one, Secondo will smugly (and happily) put one in you without even having to be asked. Just tell him you want another one, and oh boy you’d better be ready because he’s very enthusiastic about it.

Terzo

Laughter. Incredulous laughter. He doesn’t believe her and he tells her just as much until she takes a test in front of him and suddenly it’s not funny anymore. Suddenly it’s terrifying.

He’s so, so afraid to break it to you. Your relationship is still a new and fragile thing to him— and he treasures you most dearly. The thought that you might leave after you find out is so debilitating that he doesn’t leave his room for a few days.

You have to beg him to tell you what’s wrong and when he does, he falls apart in your arms.

He had slept around so much before you but it never meant anything— he swears it and pleads for you to believe him. They never loved him or wanted him for anything more than a good fuck or a trophy achievement. They never cared like you do— he would do anything for you to stay and he tells you that while he’s buried in your arms in a tight embrace.

And of course you stay, how could you not? The way he tremors in your arms makes you want to hug him for as long as it takes for him to mend, to heal. You take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks and using your thumb to wipe away wet tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, amore mio. Never. We will get through this together, okay? You’re not alone anymore.”

He follows you around like a lost puppy for the next few weeks, almost as if he doesn’t quite believe you’ll actually stay and that if you leave his sight for even a moment you’ll disappear forever. After the third week he finally begins to believe you, and he thanks you for being patient with him as if being close to him is a chore.

When Terzo discovers that the sister of sin was lying about him being the father— he’s relieved, so relieved that he cries. He's a little soppy puddle in your arms now and still leaking tears as you wrap your arms around him and let him bury his face into your shoulder.

Not long after that, you eventually bring up the topic of children and starting a family, telling him that you're ready for the next step of your life together. He lets out a whoop and sweeps you off your feet and the two of you end up in a giggling heap on the ground. Dizzy and with scrapped knees but utterly and endlessly happy.

Copia

The two of you already have babies and he tells that to the sister in sin trying to insist that she’s pregnant with his child. He tells her that if he really is the father, he refuses to take responsibility because he already has a family that he’s very happy with.

You and him have been in a committed relationship for several years now and he would never ever do that to you— the sister obviously overestimates how drunk he had been at last week’s orgy. Not that he’s ever attend in the first place, he was too busy smooching you in the confessional stand.

After she storms off in a huff, Copia returns home to you. He’s taking his shoes off when he hears your voice, “Look, is that papa? Is papa home?”

He grins and looks over as you hold up one of your many rat children, this one is named Rigatoni and he squeaks happily at the sight of his papa. You put him down so he can scramble over to climb up Copia’s leg, almost toppling over his chubby little body as he does so. The two of you laugh and Copia picks Rigatoni up to give him smoochies.

The other kids are starting to gather at the sound of their papa's voice, their little heads peeking out from all over the room.

"Welcome home," You tell him warmly, standing up to drift over and give him a kiss (minding your feet of the kids that are darting around and trying to climb up his leg like Rigatoni did).

Copia sighs happily against your lips, and tells you that it's good to be home. Now this is the life— a beautiful spouse and his little mischief of squirmy and squeaking children.

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Hi! May I have a headcanons or scenario for LMK Sun Wukong, Nezha and Red Son? where their fem s/o (reader) been told that they should find someone better than them. For example for Nezha, The person told reader Ao Bing (I know he's not here from LMK but let's pretend he's here) is better than Nezha because he's , Hearing what they told reader makes the LMK boys insecure or afraid that reader would leave them for someone else who's better than them (the boys).

Reader been like "Dont you dare comparing my s/o! You dont know much about him! he's actually , and I would never leave him for someone else!" Hearing what reader said what would they react?

their s/o is actually so loyal and loving towards they LMK boys, they just wouldnt leave them even they maybe have negative traits about them.

(If fem reader wasnt allowed, then GN reader pls and I apologise if this is long 😅)

Ah pardon if i can't do fem reader, as one myself i can't really well it's unless some part or some things that's only fem reader stuff than I assure you I'll write a fem reader:)

And I'm sorry if it's short, i didn't really got much ideas:(

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Sun wukong

Dating a legend that somehow some believe and some not is something alright. It's more you that got turn down and rumored about than him, and all of that he doesn't care about your comments and focus on to love you and only you!

It's probably one of his old foe or any demon really who would try to convince you to leave Wukong. But you can't so you fought back with your own words and defend Wukong before ignoring them further and walking away.

If Wukong was there, he's really glad you believed he's change and not the old him anymore.(let's face it. He's a grandpa)

He would praises you and smothered you with kisses when you guys are back home.

He loves you for your loyalties and for standing up for him.

Nezha

Comparing him between Ao bing and himself is offensive to him. He doesn't like it. At all. Considering about their past.

He usually would just ignore their remark and go about their day, but when you defend him. He really thinks he made a good decisions.

You being his lover isn't great at all. Both of you didn't spend time that much and yet you still stay with him. All he wanted was a loyal s/o and it's you:)

He would drag you away before a fight could happened between you and the person. He kept silence about it but appreciate it.

Being a touch starved himself he'll show you with a physical effection. A privilege that no one else could get.

All and all he just doesn't care if someone compared him to another, but he really appreciate those who defended him at times.

Red son

It.. was a surprise and but expected. That person just said it at the wrong time. Right off the bat he would definitely full on insult the person about this.

You being there would have to break them apart or just watch this unfold, depends on you. But it's much more likely to breaking them apart since Red son almost burn the person.

But in another scenario on you defending him would be unexpected. Since Red mostly defend himself and which that much ego he would definitely put the person on its own place by his own.

He wouldn't expect for you to defend him, with how sometimes insecure he is abot himself and that he's always paranoid about you both relationship.

He would fall deeper for you on the spot because of that. He just wants a lover that's caring and know how to help him and one that a family person;)

You defending him definitely a yes to him. As it proves your loyalties and your willing to fight off anyone who's trying to hurt the relationship.

He appreciates what you did but would tell you next time don't do it again. But you did it again.. he got no problem he just stayed in the background smirking and grinning.

[pathetichimbos]

can you write about how thomas would react when reader is on their period? like how would he take care of them and everything

pampering them with gifts or pushing the family away especially hoyt because he doesnt want them near in fears youll break yk?? anyways, ty! i love ur writing

(male or female reader im not picky!)

Honestly... I don't think it would happen that way.

See, the thing is, the Hewitt family is extremely self sufficient, which means that everyone has to pull their own weight to keep the farm running smoothly. That includes when you're on your period. They've got that "if you can walk you can work" mentality. And they really mean it. Unless your cramps or pms are literally debilitating (i.e. you are literally bed ridden and cannot walk due to the pain), you're going to be expected to work. Cramping and bleeding or not, the hogs still need to be fed and the eggs need to be collected. None of that's going to change, and Luda Mae, Hoyt, and even Monty aren't going to excuse you lacking off just because you're on your period. (Again, unless it's literally debilitating).

And as for Thomas, I've said it before, I'll say it again, Thomas will not stand up to his family for anyone. He's not going to pick fights with them, or argue with them, or anything really. He's not a confrontational person. And, again, this is a small southern town in the 1970s, Thomas doesn't even know what the hell a period is. Luda Mae is very obviously a proud woman, and even to this day, a lot of older women won't talk about their periods because they see it as a private and shameful matter, so I doubt Thomas has any idea of what a period is, except for maybe having heard of it in passing.

So, when you tell him you're on your period, he's not going to understand what that really means. And after you explain it to him, he'll be sympathetic, sure, but... If most women have a period and continue to function in their normal everyday lives, why can't you? (Again: unless it's LITERALLY debilitating)

He'll be happy to help in whatever way he can, whether that be through getting you medicine in the mornings, or being your personal heating pad at night, but I don't think he'd really pamper you. After all, he still has his chores and work to do, which take up a large part of his day (depending how recently the last batch of victims came through, but even then, he has regular chores as well), and if you are bed ridden due to your period, he'll have to pick up your chores as well.

He's not mean, or mad about it, he loves and cares about you, and he's happy to do things for you when you need them, but he can't throw his responsibilities away just because you're on your period. I mean, think about it, periods last for one week out of every month, that is a HUGE amount of work lost now not only on your end, but his as well. That wouldn't fly over with any of the Hewitts. Especially Hoyt.

And on the topic of Hoyt, I mentioned this in my post about what it would actually be like to start dating Thomas, but Hoyt is like a father figure to Thomas. Thomas looks up to him, and respects him, and actively seeks his approval, he isn't going to force Hoyt to avoid you in his own house. If you're really that afraid of Hoyt hurting your feelings while you're on your period, you're going to have to avoid him on your own terms. But Hoyt isn't going to become more of an asshole just because you're on your period. Maybe a few misogynistic jokes or comments, sure, but Hoyt is always like that. That's just something you're going to have to live with to be with Thomas, because I don't think Thomas would ever move out his family home. Not unless something dramatic happened like I wrote about in one post a long, long time ago, where in the drabble Hoyt had left the stove on while watching Thomas' baby, which led to them being severely burned and scarred to the point that Thomas' s/o told him they were leaving and taking the children and he went with them because, again, Hoyt literally almost killed his baby and gave them severe and traumatic scarring. But even then, I don't think he'd move much farther than down the road. And that's only because of his child's safety and well being.

(And just a quick side note while I think about it: Thomas is also like a son to Hoyt, and I don't genuinely believe he'd ever attempt to put his hands on Thomas' s/o for the pure fact that he respects Thomas and wants to see him happy just like Luda Mae does. Do I think he'd make the occasional flirtatious or sexual remark? Yes. But it's a different culture and time, those things are considered a lot more normal than they are now, but Hoyt wouldn't attempt to touch Thomas' s/o.)

So, yea, I think that just about sums up what it would be like. Life would continue on as normal unless you were bed ridden, in which Thomas would pick up the chores you could no longer do.

Thanks for sending in the ask! <3

[kogratorm]

Okay, listen.

We are all deeply saddened by the situation lurking over our cubitos, but let me explain why Q!Roier's reaction is understandable and genuine. Despite his hurt caused by Q!Cellbit, I don't believe he truly meant what he said.

From a realistic standpoint, it's completely natural and not at all unreasonable to feel angry if someone from your family (especially someone you're close to) is murdered. EVEN WORSE, BY YOUR GROOM. The situation itself is incredibly absurd and it's completely valid for Q!Roier to feel the way he does as a real person.

We all joked that Q!Roier would be his fiancé’s apologist, but it's valid and real that he didn't. However, when he said "Te odio" (I hate you) in that moment, he did mean it, but not in the way everyone is interpreting it.

He hates that Q!Cellbit initially lied, whether out of fear or not.

He hates the feeling of being betrayed by Q!Cellbit, someone he placed trust in, much like he did with his friends (Q!Spreen, Q!Missa, and even Q!Quackity), as well as Cucurucho.

He hates that the story is being retold.

He hates being the one who's traumatized every time; he has experienced it multiple times, so it's only natural for him to react defensively, saying things without thinking, to protect himself.

I would even dare to say that the presence of Q!Quackity might have triggered memories of the past situation with Q!Spreen, regardless of whether Q!Quackity was actually trying to help them this time.

Does he hate Q!Cellbit?

Perhaps. Right now, he definitely hates him. He told Richarlyson that if he were to send an elegant (vent) mail, he would only say hurtful things. Because he IS in fact hurt, and that IS valid.

However, the real "hate" here is directed towards the pain he is once again enduring.

Q!Roier is so traumatized that he's already accepting Q!Cellbit as just like the others, not wanting to hear anything he has to say. To be fair, it's difficult to listen to someone who has taken the life of someone you cared about.

Unlike the others, Q!Cellbit told the truth and sincerely apologized right away when he found the courage to do so, despite being advised otherwise.

He was afraid, but he still spoke the truth.

He did it because he didn't want their marriage to be built on a lie, not when it was already heading in that direction.

If only Q!Roier knew how abnormal it is for Q!Cellbit to tell the truth and how much he would have preferred to lie his way out of it.

But he didn’t.

Q!Cellbit choose to not hold on that lie. He is fully aware that his actions were unforgivable. He doesn't expect forgiveness from Q!Roier.

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They love each other deeply, they are hurt by the mistakes they made and the damage it brought, but the love is still there. Just because Q!Roier isn't as much of a hopeless romantic as Q!Cellbit doesn't mean his feelings are any less valid. It doesn't mean that he didn't love him and doesn't continue to love him.

It is exactly because of this enduring love that the hurt runs so deep.

The depth of their love intensifies the impact of the current circumstances, making it all the more heart-wrenching. The realization that someone Q!Roier cared for, someone he entrusted with his heart after everything he went through, could commit such a grievous act... It cuts deeply into Q!Roier's soul.

But, the same love that hurts so much, might guide them through the turmoil, offering a chance for forgiveness, understanding, and ultimately, redemption.

In the midst of this tragedy, the strength of their love remains an anchor, a glimmer of hope that refuses to be extinguished. It is a testament to their resilience and the depth of their bond.

And that gives me hope. I can, indeed, see hope in that.

But only after everything that needs to be hurt is hurt.

And everything that needs to be healed, is healed.

[...] Love can be good, it can be bad, it can be hurtful, it can be joyful. Love is a compilation of every feeling a human is going to feel in their life.

[silly-inky]

I just had this thought about Luigi and the Boo’s

So you know how both Luigi and Mario are scared of ghosts, so this isn’t just Luigi being anxious, it’s something I assume most of his family feel the same about.

I have a feeling if Luigi wasn’t so sacred of them he would react in an entirely different way if he got spooked

For example if it was Mario sneaking up behind him while he was cooking, he would scream, the smack Mario repeatedly with the wooden spoon he’s holding while cussing him out in angry itallian

I feel like he got this from his mother, an he probably does it with people he knows or isn’t afraid of.

So imagine with me, he’s had enough one day, he’s tired and having to help E.Gadd out again. Then King Boo gives him a fright, now instead of running away, he snaps and just hits him over and over which the nozzle of the Polter Gust, again cussing him out in Italian. King Boo has no idea what to do, Luigi is screaming at him in a language he doesn’t understand, and hitting him with enough force it actually hurts, he’s actually a bit scared and taken aback by it.

So he just sort of flees the scene panicking in the moment, the other Boo’s and ghosts leave Luigi alone for the rest of the night afraid of also facing Luigi’s wrath

I have a feeling Luigi would apologise later when King Boo is re-captured for his outburst

So long story short, you scare Luigi, you get the spoon ( I may also be using this idea in the fic I’m writing)