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janeyseymour · 20 days

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A Lifetime Full of Firsts

based loosely on two asks from anons... stages of falling in love and being domestic and shit.

WC: ~4.8k

In every relationship, there are numerous firsts. Some firsts, you expect: the first date, the first kiss, the first time you say I love you, the first time you have sex- and those are always memorable. And then are the unexpected firsts- and those are almost more memorable than the expected.

The first unexpected first was one that you never saw coming to become a monumental moment in your relationship with Melissa Schemmenti. All that had happened was you got a new job as a second grade teacher at Abbott Elementary. You walked into the staff lounge to simply put your lunch away when you saw her for the first time. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the fiery red hair that cascaded down here shoulders in gentle waves.

“Why you starin’?” Her voice came out deep. “Do I got somethin’ in my teeth?”

“N-no,” you stammered out. “Sorry. I uh, just really like your hair.”

“Thanks,” she practically blew you off. “Now who the hell are you?”

“I’m Y/N,” you answered softly. “I’m the new second grade teacher they hired.”

“Shit, I gotta work with you all year?” she groaned. She almost immediately took a disinterest in you. She didn’t like the vibe she got- a pep in your step, voice soft and demure. She suspected that you would be out of here before the kids even came in for their own first day of school, and if you weren’t out by then, the kids would eat you alive and you would be gone by the second week.

“I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“Melissa Schemmenti,” the redheaded woman told you. “One of the other second grade teachers.”

“Oh,” your mouth formed into a bit of a frown. You headed over for the refrigerator and put your lunch in there. “Well, I hope you have a nice day.” And you head out.

That was your first conversation with Melissa Schemmenti, and it wasn’t a great one. It wouldn’t matter though. Life had a funny way of playing out.

During development week, you paid close attention. This school was no joke- you knew that. Growing up in the area, you knew the kids were tough. You knew that this school in particular had a decent amount of turnover every year. But you were determined to stay- make the difference for even just one student like your own second grade teacher had made for you. Janine Teagues, the other second grade teacher in your triad, was just as invested in the seminars as you were despite the fact that this was her third year at Abbott. Melissa, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. She made it very clear she couldn’t care less- busying herself in any other way possible.

Development week was over before you knew it, the weekend flew by, and the kids were beginning to file in. You glanced nervously at Janine, who just gave you an encouraging smile. Then you turned to look at Melissa, whose eyes immediately fell from your own. Was she watching you? You went to say something, but now the kids were actually coming to meet their new teachers, and you weren’t able to say anything more. Instead, you gave her a tight lipped smile.

You survived the first week. And then you survived the second. Soon enough, October came, and you were still at Abbott.

Melissa was clearly intrigued by you and your work ethic. Any other teachers who had tried to keep up with her Janine failed epically and been gone in the first few days. But you? You exceeded every expectation with such grace.

Until you had to ask for her help. It really wasn’t even that big of a deal- the teacher who had the book your manual was referencing before you misplaced it. So, you found yourself hyping yourself up to go to her classroom and ask for help finding it. Finally, you mustered up the courage and were finding yourself knocking on her door.

“Newbie?” she asked. You still hadn’t quite earned the right to be called by your name by the redhead yet.

“Hey,” you sighed out softly. “Listen, I really hate to bother you, but Janine isn’t here, and I need this book for a few days from now. I’d rather not be running around like a chicken without her head on Wednesday.

“What do you want?”

“The teacher that was here before me lost the book the textbook is referencing. Do you know where I could find it?”

“When do you need it?”

“Thursday,” you mumbled softly.

“Newbie, it’s Monday.”

“Yeah?” you cocked your head to the side just slightly. “I hate running around the day before though and feeling unprepared.”

The redhead maneuvered her way over to her desk before rifling through a few things. She produced the book you needed. “Here, just borrow mine. The last teacher in your room set hers on fire when she quit.”

“What?” you raised a brow as you took the offered book.

Melissa just smirked. “She was batshit crazy. Promise you won’t light my book on fire, newbie.”

“Promise,” you chuckled. “I’ll have it back to you on Thursday afternoon.” You raised the book in the air. “Thank you.” You turn to head out of her room and back to your own classroom.

“Hey,” her voice stopped you in your tracks. You turned to face her again, and this time she wasn’t wearing the usual smirk. She actually had an earnest smile on her face- like one she has when she’s chatting with her friends in the staff room. “You’re doin’ alright, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back at her.

As you left, you felt your cheeks burning just slightly, and you couldn’t wipe that dumb grin off your face. You didn’t know why she had you feeling so giddy- maybe it was because she actually called you by your real name for the first time, or maybe it was because her smile was one that could light up even the darkest of cities.

That was the first time you ever asked her for help, the first time she ever addressed you by name, the first time you fell in love with that smile of hers.

It took a few more weeks before she finally came into your classroom to ask for your help for the first time. It was silly really- all she needed you to do is stand in between both rooms to keep an eye on her class while she goes to the bathroom. But still, you were surprised she didn’t just ask Janine instead.

The first time you sat with her at lunch, it was not your day. You were running late, forgot your lunch on the counter in your apartment, spilled your coffee all down your front, and then you still didn’t have time to make a pitstop at Wawa to get a new coffee or lunch. So when you came dragging into the staff lounge with a whopping five dollars in your hand, a gigantic brown stain on your yellow shirt, and a frown, Melissa raised a brow.

“Not your day, Y/N?” your colleague asked.

You just let out a heavy sigh as you inserted a dollar into one of the machines. You picked what your vending machine lunch would be for the day before turning back around and going to head for the door. Once again, Melissa’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Y/N,” the redhead called again. You turned to face her, clearly unhappy and not in the mood. “Is that your lunch today?”

You just nodded.

“Come sit,” Melissa waved you over to hers and Barbara’s table.

“I uh, wouldn’t want to impo-”

“Come sit,” the hardheaded woman told you again as she kicked out the chair next to her before standing up. She headed over for the cabinets and pulled out a paper plate. With a sigh, you took the seat next to her. Before you knew what was happening, your coworker was spooning out some of the pasta that she packed for herself onto the plate and was handing it to you.

“Melissa, what are you doing?” you asked her incredulously, eyes nearly bulging out of your head.

“I already ate like half of it, and there’s still more that I won’t finish, so eat it,” she told you sternly. When her friends all raised their brows too, Melissa shrugged. “I ain’t going to cover her class if she passes out because all she had to eat today was a bag of Doritos.”

“Melissa, I couldn’t-”

“If you don’t eat it, it’s going in the trash,” she rolled her eyes. “So just take it, and enjoy it.” Then she made her way over to the coffee machine and was brewing a new pot. You took a glance in her mug, and it was entirely full aside from the few sips you had watched her take while she was standing next to you. A few minutes later, there was a steaming hot mug of coffee placed in front of you. Then, and only then, did the redhead sit down. When she noticed that you still hadn’t taken a bite of her food, she practically shoved the fork into your hand.

After the first bite, you groaned. This was the best pasta you had ever tasted. Melissa just gave you a smile as she reached over and stole the chips you bought. She opened them, popped one into her mouth, and then pushed the bag back in your direction.

“Thank you,” you had blushed through a mouthful.

Since that day, Melissa always made sure that you ate, and she was the first to offer up some of her lunch if you forgot yours that day.

The first time you realized you had feelings for her, you absolutely freaked out. You weren’t supposed to like her- your coworker. And yet there you were- falling for Melissa Schemmenti. You had no idea that she was falling just as hard.

The first time she kissed you, she had pretty much ambushed you- after a relatively hard day with the kids, on top of watching the idiot fifth grade teacher flirt with you mercilessly. You were just sitting at your desk trying to grade your second graders’ spelling tests when you heard her enter your room with the slamming of the door.

“Melissa?” you asked, clearly shocked that she was coming in here, and pissed. “What- what’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer, instead crossing the room on straight legs and kissing you rather aggressively. You were so shocked in the moment that you didn’t kiss her back. As she pulled away though, you only pulled her back in for another. You tugged her into your lap as her arms wrapped around your neck. Eventually, air became a necessity, and she pulled away.

“I’m so fuckin’ sick of watching Matthews flirt with you,” she stated as her green eyes turned dark.

“Matthews is an idiot,” you rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t ever pick up on the fact that they only person I ever flirt back with is you.”

“Dinner at my house tonight,” she told you lowly. She wiped off the excess lipgloss from your face before fixing her own. With a toss of her hair, she stood from your lap and made her way out of your room. You couldn’t help but watch the way her hips swayed.

The first time you said I love you, it wasn’t the way you thought that you would’ve told her. Honestly, the first time you said those three special words, you weren’t aware that you had said them. Or remembered.

You were absolutely hammered during one of the happy hours after school. You don’t even really remember how you ended up getting as drunk as you did- you never got that bad. But with Melissa and Mr. Johnson practically feeding you shots after a particularly hard day with your students, you were on the verge of blacking out. So, as a dutiful girlfriend, Melissa took you out of the dive bar before you could make an even bigger fool out of yourself than you already had.

“You’re so pretty,” you had murmured the whole way home, a hand never far from her body. It wasn’t in any sexual way, you just liked being close to her.

She chuckled, that easy laugh that you knew meant she wasn’t uncomfortable with your actions. “Thanks, hun.”

Once she pulled up to your apartment complex, she ushered you inside. You had expected her to leave you, even in your drunk state. But instead, she simply guided you to the couch, wrapped you up in a blanket, and went on her way to your kitchen. Before you knew it, you were eating one of your favorite dishes of hers while she lounged next to you.

“You’re the best,” you smiled at her drunkenly.

She pat your leg with a soft smile on her face. “Don’t I know it? Now, why don’t we get you up to bed so you can sleep this off, and hopefully don’t wake up hungover tomorrow for work?”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” you slurred out.

Green eyes were rolled as she hoisted you into her arms. She carried you up to your room, got you changed, and pulled the blankets over you. She kissed your forehead before going to leave.

“Stay?” you had asked meekly.

You heard her sigh, but your eyes were closed. “Give me a few minutes.”

On the verge of sleep, you felt the bed dip under you and warm, strong arms wrap around you. In an instant, you turned in her arms and tucked your chin into her body.

“I love you,” you whispered before giving into drunken exhaustion.

Melissa stiffened just slightly beneath you, but then with a sigh of relief, she reciprocated that emotion, a kiss being pressed to your temple. She held you like that through the rest of the night.

The first time you said ‘I love you’ and were coherent for it, it wasn’t a grand gesture at all. The two of you were sitting outside of her townhouse after a nice meal when you knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. So, you grabbed her hand with a smile and breathed out those three special words.

“I love you,” you told her with the softest of smiles, the softest of eyes. Then you take a deep sigh of relief. “Oh God. There, I said it first. Now it won’t be awkward, because I know we’ve both been dancing around it for a while now.”

Your girlfriend responded with a full-out belly laugh, and it shook you. It startled you. Was it too early to say those words?

“What?”

She just continued to laugh. “Hun, you said it first a while ago.”

“I what?” you gasped.

“Do you remember the last happy hour we went to?” she asked you with a smirk.

You grumbled. She loved to hold that day over your head. “Barely.”

“After I got you to bed, before you fell asleep, you told me. You’ve also been mumbling it in your sleep. So, I know you love me. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me coherently,” your girlfriend laughed. Then she sobered slightly to look at you with eyes she only had reserved for you. “I love you too, mi amore.”

That night also led to the first time… that first time. And it was everything you had dreamed of and more. Melissa Schemmenti was a body worth worshipping.

The first time you spoke of what your future might look like together was rocky- but it was nothing if not informative. She expressed that she wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of marriage, but kids were something that she was wary of. You expressed that you could see yourself marrying her if it all fell into place, and kids were a dream of yours. If they came along they came along. Melissa reminded you that the two of you wouldn’t just be able to create a life the way any straight couple would be able to; forcing you to blush furiously. Of course though, she said that if the timing was right and everything fell into place, it wasn’t off the table.

The first time you had tried to propose to Melissa Schemmenti was one that you’ll never, ever forget. Everything seemed like it was going perfectly- the kids were extremely well-behaved that day for both of you (something that quite literally never happens), the drive home and making dinner was pleasant, and dessert was almost ready. You thumbed the ring in your pocket, just about ready to drop down to one knee and ask her to marry you. But of course, the most important aspect of your day was ruined when you dropped the ring as you went to pull it out of your pocket. You thanked your lucky stars that you were able to locate it and recover from your fumble before she was aware that anything was happening behind her back. But now that you were in such a panic, you couldn’t ask her. So, you enjoyed dessert with the ring carefully placed in your pocket. And it was wonderful.

You figured you had recovered enough from your first fumble to be able to ask her as you were getting ready for bed that night. So, while she was in the bathroom taking off her makeup, you carefully pulled the ring from your pocket again and laid it on her pillow. That was almost a surefire way for her to see it.

You were wrong of course. While she usually rolled into bed, this particular time she decided to flop down and sent the ring flying behind the headboard. It landed with a particularly loud thud- one that made her furrow her brows.

Thinking quickly, you took off one of your own rings and stuffed it under your pillow.

“Oh, dammit,” you groaned, ever the actress. “I knew I forgot to put that ring back on.”

“Sorry, hun.” Melissa looked regretful. “Let me grab it for you.” She goes to roll out of bed and move the frame away from the wall to retrieve your ring.

You were too slow to stop her, frozen in your tracks. She found the engagement ring that was meant to be hers and stood straight up with it, eyes wide and jaw just slightly agape.

“Y/N,” your girlfriend said lowly. “What is this?”

“A ring?” you desperately were trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament.

“No shit,” she was quick to retort. “Who’s is it?”

“Mine,” you say quietly.

“Are you secretly married or something?” Green eyes turn somewhat dark.

“No!” you were quick to reply. Well, you had to come clean now. “Mel, it’s mine… for you. I was going to ask you tonight, but both times I went to, I fumbled.”

Your girlfriend’s eyes grew wide. “What do you mean?”

You explained the earlier events to her with a sigh. “Now, can I please have the ring back so I can at least go to bed with some of my dignity tonight?”

Melissa handed you the ring with an expectant look. But instead of dropping down to one knee like she thought you would, you instead just put the ring back safely in its box.

“What are you doing?” she asked you. “Aren’t you going to propose?”

“Well, I can’t now,” you replied. “It has to be perfect, and that proposal would not be.” You slide back into bed and open your arms for her to fall into. She does with a frown on her face.

“Damn,” she huffed. “I could’ve been engaged tonight.”

“Well,” you chuckled as you pressed a kiss to her head. “You will be soon enough- when the time is right.”

“It’s a beautiful ring,” she complimented softly as she held up her left hand. “Damn! Now I wish I would’ve just put it on!”

The next morning, Barbara came flying into the staffroom to look at Melissa’s hand- she knew of your plan to ask her work wife to marry you. She all but grabbed her best friend’s hand, and the smile that she wore immediately melted away into a frown.

“Where’s the-”

“It didn’t go as planned,” you sighed softly from next to your still-girlfriend.

“What does that mean?” Barbara gasped. “Melissa Ann, did you refuse her proposal?”

“What?”

“Did you refuse her proposal?”

“She didn’t,” you chuckled nervously. “I flubbed it.”

“H-how on Earth would you have flubbed it?” Barbara asked you.

You turned sheepish. “I dropped the ring twice… and then she found it.”

“I tried to get her to propose,” Melissa huffed. “She wouldn’t.”

“And why would that be?”

“Because it has to be perfect,” you sighed as you kissed her hand. “You deserve perfect.”

“What I deserve is for that ring to be on my finger,” your girlfriend still huffed.

She got it eventually. The third time that you tried to propose was perfect, and the rock sat on her finger beautifully. The first time the Abbott crew saw it, they nearly swooned. Barbara nudged her best friend lightly.

“Was it worth the wait?” the kindergarten teacher asked teasingly.

“Yeah,” Melissa whispered as she held her hand out to admire the new ring. “I’d say so.”

The first time that you decided to sit down to wedding plan did not go to plan. It was disagreement after disagreement. And of course, that led to you sleeping on the couch after you said something not particularly called for. But after that, wedding planning was civil and respectful, and the “Abbott event of the century”, as Janine was putting it, was nearly set.

The first time you saw Melissa in her wedding dress was probably the most untraditional way to see her in it. But then again, most of the things about your relationship were untraditional.

You had come home after your own fitting, and there she was- standing on the coffee table as her mother was attempting to do alterations her own dress. Barbara Howard, obviously assuming her duty as maid of honor, was holding pins for Mrs. Schemmenti. In an instant though, she was shooing you back out the door.

“Y/N,” Barbara scolded you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

You chuckled. “Barb, this is my house too, you know.”

“Well, yes, but I thought you knew she would be doing alterations to the dress!”

“I didn’t think she would be standing on our living room coffee table!” you argued. “I thought she would be doing it in the basement or our bedroom, so I was just going to avoid those areas!”

The kindergarten teacher huffed. “Well, please tell me you didn’t see her in it.”

You avert your eyes- you had seen her in it. And she looked stunning.

“You two are the worst, you know that?” Barb rolled her eyes.

You smiled though. “Yeah, we are. But at least we can be terrible together.”

The first time you said your vows out loud was to your future wife, on your wedding day. By some grace of God, you had managed to keep them under wraps, and she had managed to keep hers a secret from you too.

So, there the two of you stood, holding hands up at the altar and looking into each other’s eyes as you made lifelong promises to each other.

Melissa’s vows were short and sweet like she was (despite the fact that she always appears to be an average height… heels be damned). She glossed over the fact that she never in a million years would’ve expected to be standing here today before promising you that she would always be there to make lasagna for your birthday, that she’d never love Jalen Hurts more than you, and that she’d do whatever it takes to keep you happy… even if that meant having to be the one to change the lightbulbs in the house because you were afraid of getting burnt. Her vows to you made you laugh, they made you cry, they made you fall even further in love with her than you already were.

And then it was your turn to speak your vows- ones that you had only practiced in your head because you knew she was always looming around the corner trying to hear you.

“So,” you chuckled softly as you turned to the audience. “As Melissa stated, it was not love at first sight. Not even love at second glance- at least on her part. But… we’ve made our way here.”

Your friends and family had laughed at your light joke, and then you turned back to Melissa. “It may not have been love at first sight, but we’ve had a lot of other firsts happen in life… One’s that we may not have ever expected: the first time you called me by name, the first time we had to ask each other for help, the first time you ambushed me in the classroom to tell me about the feelings that you had for me, our first I love you’s… the ones that I remember at least-” you blushed. “The first time I tried to propose, and the second time, and finally the third time. I guess what they say is true, that the third time’s a charm.” Again, those that you had invited to the ceremony chuckled along with you. “I’ve cherished all of our firsts, and I always will. And now, here I am, ready to read my vows aloud for the very first time.”

You shook your hands out nervously before glancing at the woman before you. You spoke of promising to love her through the good and bad, the beautiful and the downright ugly, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. And then you diverted from the traditional vows. “Melissa, today is the first day of the rest of our lives, and it’s one that we’ll truly never forget. But just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean that life is going to be boring. I vow to you that we will live a lifetime full of firsts- together. I’m not quite sure what those firsts may be, but I know that they’ll be just as meaningful and as memorable as the rest of our firsts. I love you.”

The rest of your wedding is perfect, and then the reception after is an absolute ball. It was the first night of the rest of your lives, as you had said. And while you maybe wouldn’t remember it all the next morning, you knew that the most important parts would always be held to your heart.

The first time that you really spoke about your future together as a married couple- adding kids to the mix, or maybe a pet, was… it wasn’t pretty. But after a bit of wearing her down, your wife (God, you loved that you could call her your wife) agreed that if she was going to be a parent with anyone, it would be you.

That led you to your first treatments. That led you to the first time you peed on a stick, for once praying that it was positive. It wasn’t. That led you to another round of treatments, another negative test. And after the third round, for the first time, the word “positive” was staring up at you.

Melissa had just smiled at you softly and said, “I guess third time really is a charm for us.”

Your first pregnancy. With that, there were a lot of firsts. The first ultrasound and time you heard your baby’s heartbeat.The first time you experienced morning sickness. The first time you noticed your bump. The first time you had to buy maternity clothes. The first time that you felt the baby kick- the first time she felt the baby kick. There were so many firsts throughout all of that experience.

And now, here you are, holding your daughter, your first born, for the first time. Melissa is perched on the side of your hospital bed, looking at the two of you with such love in her eyes. For the first time, the two of you are mothers. It’s a feeling of love that you never knew before- you understand motherly love for the first time as you hold this beautiful little baby in your arms.

“This is the first day of the rest of our lives,” you whisper as you stroke your little girl’s cheek.

“We’ve already had a lifetime full of firsts,” she tells you softly as she brushes her lips against your temple. “I think we can handle another lifetime of firsts.”

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In the Arms of Fate || Aragorn

Summary: Request - During the war with Sauron, she gets kidnapped and tortured badly by Saruman. Aragorn and the others immediately get on a mission to rescue her and eventually find her barely alive... Read Rest Here

A/N: This was tough to write but I really like how it turned out. Thank you for the amazing requests anon, hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,600 +

TW: talks of torture, pain, reader gets taken, general LOTR triggers

In the middle of the raging war against Sauron you found yourself drawn to the Fellowship not only by fate but by your own unique blend of skills and qualities that made you an indispensable member of the group. Aragorn quickly recognized your unwavering loyalty and the depth of your courage. He insisted on your inclusion in the Fellowship. He saw in you a kindred spirit as someone who shared his determination to see the quest through to the end.

Your skills were varied and essential to the success of the Fellowship. As a seasoned fighter you were proficient in various forms of combat. You sported weapons with precision and grace. But it wasn't just your prowess on the battlefield that set you apart. It was also your keen intellect and quick thinking that made you invaluable to the group. You possessed a sharp mind and a strategic approach to problem-solving, often providing crucial insights and solutions during moments of peril. Even Legolas looked to you for guidance from time to time.

Gimli was initially skeptical of your presence in the Fellowship. But even he soon came to appreciate the depth of your skills and the strength of your character. Your friendship with him grew as you shared stories of battles fought and victories won. You formed a bond that transcended the differences between your races. Together you and Gimli formed a formidable duo. Your strengths complementing each other in ways that made the Fellowship stronger as a whole.

With Legolas, your relationship was characterized by playful banter and teasing exchanges. From the moment you met there was a natural rapport between you. It was like a shared understanding that lent itself to lighthearted jests and witty banter. Legolas never missed an opportunity to tease you. His playful remarks eliciting laughter and smiles even in the darkest of times. Despite the teasing there was a deep form of friendship between you. Formed through shared experiences and mutual respect. He loved to tease you, especially about a certain ranger that had captured your heart with ease. It was on one particular eve that Legolas had let you know that he knew too. He wasn’t blind. He caught your longing looks. But he too caught Aragorn staring right back at you.

The evening was alive with the crackling of the campfire and the soft rustle of the forest around you. As you sat beside the fire completely lost in thought, Legolas approached with his characteristic grace, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Y/N, lost in thought again?" he remarked. A teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. And he likely did.

You chuckled softly turning to face him. "Just contemplating our next move," you replied, though your thoughts were anything but focused on strategy. Instead, they drifted to a certain ranger sitting across the way who occupied far too much space in your mind.

Legolas arched an eyebrow, his keen gaze fixing on you with knowing amusement. "Or perhaps," he suggested with a knowing smirk, "you're pondering a particular king’s pining for you?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his words, and you sputtered in protest. "Wha—no, Legolas, you're imagining things," you stammered. It was a terrible attempt to brush off his teasing with a nervous laugh.

But Legolas only chuckled. His soft laughter mingling with the gentle crackle of the fire. "Oh, come now, Y/N,” he teased, his tone light and playful. "Even the trees can see the way he looks at you. And you him. It's as clear as the stars in the night sky."

You rolled your eyes. Though a part of you couldn't help but wonder if there was a kernel of truth to Legolas's jests. Aragorn's lingering glances and subtle gestures had not gone unnoticed by you. Though you had dismissed them as mere figments of your imagination. "He's just... concerned for my well-being, that's all," you insisted, though doubt lingered in the back of your mind. "We're friends, nothing more."

Legolas's smile widened as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Of course, Y/N," he replied. His tone dripping with elvish sarcasm. "Just friends."

As he walked away quiet as ever leaving you to figure out you conflicting emotions, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more truth to Legolas's teasing than you dared to admit. But for now, you pushed aside your doubts instead focusing on the task at hand and the challenges that lay ahead. You couldn’t let that distract you of all things. You had Hobbits to find after all.

As for Aragorn, the dynamics of your relationship were markedly different. From the moment he laid eyes on you Aragorn was captivated by your strength, courage, and insane determination. He found himself drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully explain. His heart skipping a beat whenever you were near. Despite his stoic demeanor Aragorn found himself unable to hide his feelings for you. His affection and admiration shining through in subtle gestures and meaningful glances. Whether it was a reassuring touch on the shoulder or a lingering gaze across the campfire Aragorn's love for you was evident to all who knew him. Maybe except for you.

And though you tried to hide it, the effect he had on you was undeniable. Your cheeks would flush with color whenever he spoke. Your heart deciding to skip a beat at the mere sound of his voice. Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of composure Aragorn had a way of unraveling your defenses. His presence stirring emotions within you that you struggled to contain.

The Battle of Helm's Deep raged on with unrelenting ferocity. The clash of steel and the roar of orcs echoing through the valley. As darkness descended upon the fortress you stood shoulder to shoulder with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Your heart was pounding with adrenaline, determination, and a touch of fear.

Together, you fought valiantly against the relentless tide of enemies. Your blades flashing in the dim light as you defended the walls of Helm's Deep with all your strength. But as the battle wore on fatigue began to set in and the odds seemed increasingly insurmountable. In the chaos of the fray the enemy's forces surged forward with renewed fury. You were overwhelmed. The defenders of Helm's Deep were overwhelmed with their sheer numbers. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli fought with unmatched skill and valor. Their resolve unbroken even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

In the middle the chaos and confusion tragedy struck for you. As the defenders of Helm's Deep rallied for one final stand you found yourself separated from your companions. Unfortunately surrounded by a horde of wargs and orcs. With grim determination you fought with all your might. Every strike of your blade a desperate attempt to fend off the encroaching darkness.

But it was not enough.

As the enemy closed in around you completely overwhelming you with their sheer numbers, you felt a surge of despair wash over you. Your strength faltered and your movements began growing sluggish as exhaustion threatened to consume you whole. And then in a moment of cruel fate you were seized by the snarling jaws of a warg. You were dragged away from the safety of the fortress just as the offenders began to retreat. You were a prize.

Aragorn's heart constricted with dread as he watched helplessly from afar. His voice lost amidst the din of battle as he called out your name in desperation. His pleas were a cruel reminder of how quickly things could change. With every fiber of his being he longed to rush to your aid. To fight tooth and nail to rescue you from the clutches of the enemy. But the tide of battle had turned, and he had no time to rush after you for he would likely die in the cause.

And so, as Helm's Deep fell silent in the wake of the enemy's retreat. Aragorn's heart weighed heavy with grief and guilt. For though the battle had been won. The cost had been immeasurable. And the fate of his beloved remained uncertain, lost amidst the darkness that lurked beyond the walls of Helm's Deep.

In the grim depths of Saruman's fortress, you endured unspeakable torment at the hands of your captors. From the moment they laid hands on you their cruelty knew no bounds. Their twisted minds delighting in the suffering they inflicted upon you. They reveled in your screams of agony. Their laughter echoing off the cold stone walls as they subjected you to unimaginable pain and suffering. Every blow, every cut, every moment of pain was a sickening game to them. A twisted form of entertainment that they relished with sadistic glee.

But despite their best efforts to break your spirit you refused to fold. With every fiber of your being you clung to life with a tenacity that defied comprehension. You endured their tortures with a steely resolve. Your will to survive burning bright even in the darkest of moments. They tried their best to break you. To strip away your humanity and reduce you to nothing more than a shell of your former self. But still you fought on. Your spirit unbroken even as your body bore the scars of their cruelty.

In the depths of despair, you found a flicker of hope—a tiny ember of defiance that refused to be extinguished. And though they tried to snuff it out. To drown it in a sea of pain and despair, still it burned bright within you. It was Aragorn. He was your salvation. Your thoughts that brought light within your darkness. You couldn’t break. Not when you knew was alive and fighting to see you again.

And so, as the minutes turned into days and the days turned into weeks, you clung to life with a determination that seemed to defy reason. For though they sought to destroy you. To crush your spirit beneath their heel. Still, you refused to surrender, your will to survive burning bright even in the face of unspeakable evil. You began to worry they may tire of you. That they may get bored and kill you despite your efforts to survive.

In the grim confines of Saruman's fortress sustenance was a meager and scarce commodity, doled out sparingly by your captors. Each day you received barely enough to sustain your frail body. The meager rations serving as a cruel reminder of your dire circumstances. The food was tasteless. The water stagnant and foul. Yet you choked it down with grim determination. You did it in hopes of seeing Aragorn again. Maybe just maybe you could confess your love to him for this journey made you finally realize your feelings for him.

You couldn't bear the thought of leaving this world laying bare the depths of your heart and soul to him. And so, even as your body grew weak and your spirit faltered, you held fast to the hope that one day, somehow, you would find your way back to him.

As the news of Saruman's demise spread throughout Middle earth a small bit of hope rose within the hearts of those who had suffered under his tyranny. For you, however, trapped within the depths of Orthanc's dungeons, the passing of the once-great wizard brought no relief from your torment.

Barely clinging to life as your body was ravaged by weeks of unspeakable suffering. You lay in darkness your breaths shallow and labored. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as you teetered on the brink of oblivion. Your spirit beginning to falter by the weight of despair.

But in the cruelty of the shadows that engulfed you a faint whisper of hope stirred within your soul—a feeling, a sensation that you couldn't quite explain. It was as if a part of you knew deep down that your salvation was at hand. That somehow, someway, your beloved Aragorn was close and would come for you.

And come for you he did.

Driven by a gnawing sense of unease. A feeling that he couldn't shake, Aragorn ventured into the depths of Orthanc. His heart weighed heavy with dread and determination. Guided by instinct and a love that knew no bounds he searched tirelessly for any sign of your presence. His footsteps echoing through the cold stone corridors as it laid eerily quiet at Saruman’s demise.

And then, at long last, he found you.

Tucked away in the darkest recesses of the dungeons, barely visible amidst the shadows, lay your frail form. Your breaths barely there, faint. Aragorn's heart constricted with anguish at the sight of you, his beloved, so close to the brink of death.

With trembling hands and a voice choked with emotion. Aragorn gathered you into his arms. He cradled you against his chest as if he could shield you from the darkness that threatened to take you from him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he whispered words of love and reassurance. His voice was a soothing balm to your battered soul.

As he held you in his arms as gently as he could he broke down. "Gandalf! Legolas! Gimli! Anyone, help!" His cries reverberated through the silent halls of Orthanc. Each plea in desperation for your salvation. He cried for someone to come to your aid.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cradled you against his chest, his heart breaking at the sight of you—so frail, so vulnerable, so close to slipping away from him forever. He whispered for you to hold on. His voice raw with emotion as he begged you to stay with him just a little while longer. But you remained unconscious. Your breaths shallow and labored, your life hanging by the slimmest of threads.

As Aragorn's desperate calls for help echoed through the halls of Orthanc. His heart broke with fear and anguish. Though finally his cries were answered. Gandalf, Legolas, and Gimli came running, drawn by the urgency and desperation in Aragorn's voice. Their faces paled at the sight that greeted them. Your frail form cradled in Aragorn's arms, barely clinging to life.

Gimli, his usually stoic demeanor crumbling in the face of such tragedy, sank to his knees beside you. His heart heavy with sorrow. "By the beard of Durin," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "What have they done to you, lass?"

Legolas with eyes wide of shock and horror, approached tentatively. His usual grace replaced by a raw vulnerability as tears welled in his eyes. "Nay, this cannot be," he whispered. His voice trembling with grief. "Not Y/N... not like this."

Gandalf had a grave expression on his face as he stepped forward. His gaze piercing as he took in the extent of your injuries. "We must act swiftly," he declared. His voice commanding. "There is still hope, but time is of the essence."

With a sense of urgency, they rallied together. Their hearts heavy with grief but their resolve unyielding. With shaking hands Aragorn carried you from the depths of Orthanc, his footsteps echoing heavy through the silent halls as they emerged into the light of day.

As time grew short and the urgency of the situation became increasingly apparent, Gandalf knew that swift action was needed to save you. With a wave of his staff and a word of command he called forth one of the Great Eagles. Ancient creatures who served as allies to the free peoples of middle earth.

As Gandalf summons the Great Eagle to take you to Lothlórien Aragorn's determination to stay by your side remained unyielding. With a glance at the rest of the Fellowship he knew that their journey will be swift on horseback as the Great Eagle could not carry them all.

"Aragorn," Gandalf begins, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, "time is of the essence. We must act swiftly to save Y/N."

Aragorn nods solemnly, his gaze unwavering as he turns to Gandalf. "I will take her on the eagle to ensure she receives the care she needs. The rest of you must ride with haste to Lothlórien. I will meet you there." Gandalf and the others exchange a knowing look. Understanding the weight of Aragorn's decision. With a nod of agreement Gandalf turned to the rest of the Fellowship.

"We ride for Lothlórien," Gandalf declares, his voice echoing with authority. "May the Valar watch over us all."

As Aragorn carries you in his arms and mounts the Great Eagle the rest of the Fellowship saddles their horses and sets off towards Lothlórien knowing it would delay their plans to get to Mordor. But for you they knew they had to. With a sense of urgency driving them forward they rode with haste. Their hearts heavy with worry yet filled with hope that you will receive the care and healing you so desperately need.

After what felt like a lifetime to Aragon Great Eagle descended upon the lush treetops of Lothlórien. Aragorn's urgent pleas for help echo through the elven realm. Celeborn alerted by the urgency in Aragorn's voice, rushed forward from the heart of Lothlórien.

With swift steps, Celeborn reaches Aragorn's side just as the eagle touched down. He sees the urgency in Aragorn's eyes and the battered state of your body and without a moment's hesitation he takes you from Aragorn's arms. His expression a mix of concern and determination.

"Bring her to me," Celeborn commands. His voice carrying an air of authority.

Aragorn watches with a mixture of relief and apprehension as Celeborn rushes towards the healing chambers of Lothlórien. His skilled hands cradling you gently. With each step Aragorn's heart pounds with worry, but he knows that you are in good hands.

As Celeborn disappears into the depths of Lothlórien Aragorn's thoughts turn to the rest of the Fellowship who are still traveling on horseback. He knows that they will arrive soon with their hearts heavy with concern for you. He worried for you. For Frodo and Sam who were continuing their journey ahead. For the delay all of this brought. But he couldn’t seem to care about that all knowing the woman he loved was on the brink of death. The woman who was always so full of life may be taken from him far too soon. Before he could confess his true feelings.

With a silent prayer on his lips, he followed Celeborn into the healing chambers. His determination to see you healed burning brighter than ever. And as he stands vigil by your side surrounded by the gentle beauty of Lothlórien, he knows that though the road ahead may be long and fraught with peril. But together you will face whatever challenges come your way

As hours pass in Lothlórien, Celeborn's efforts to heal you are met with frustratingly little progress. Despite his skill and knowledge your condition remains unchanged. Leaving both him and Aragorn filled with growing despair. Realizing that more drastic measures are needed, Celeborn calls upon his wife, Galadriel, for assistance. Together they work tirelessly through the and night. Their combined powers focused on bringing you back from the darkness of unconsciousness.

Aragorn watched with a heavy heart as Galadriel joins Celeborn in the healing chambers. Her presence a glimmer of hope amidst the peril that threatened to consume him. He knows that if anyone can help you it is the Lady of the Wood, with all her wisdom and grace.

Days turn into nights and still you remain unresponsive. You were lost in a realm of unconsciousness from which you seem unable to awaken. Aragorn's faith began to waver. His heart heavy with doubt and fear as he watches Galadriel and Celeborn work tirelessly to save you. But just when all seems lost, a miracle occurred. After a few days of ceaseless effort, Galadriel kneels beside your bedside and offers a rare prayer to the Valar. Her voice is soft but filled with conviction as she calls upon their aid. Her plea echoing through the halls of Lothlórien.

And then as if in response to her prayer, you stir from your slumber. Your eyes fluttering open for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Aragorn's heart leapt with joy as he watches you awaken. His faith restored in the power of love.

With tears of relief streaming down his cheeks, Aragorn gathers you into his arms. Holding you close as he whispers words of gratitude and love. As you lay there finally awake but still weak and fragile, Aragorn's emotions overwhelm him. Tears stream down his face as he gathers you into his arms holding you close with a fierce, desperate grip but gentle so not to hurt you further.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you more than words can express, my love. You cannot leave me again. Please, never leave me again. Please."

His words are a plea. A prayer whispered into the stillness of the healing chambers. His heart ached with the fear of losing you. The fear of facing a world without the light of your presence beside him. And as he holds you close, his tears mingling with yours. He knew that he would give anything to keep you safe. To protect you from harm. As he pours out his heart to you, he realizes just how much you mean to him—how much he needs you by his side, now and always.

"You love me?" you whisper. Your voice barely above a breath as you look up at him, your eyes searching his for confirmation.

Aragorn's laughter fills the air. A warm and comforting sound that washes over you like sunlight breaking through the clouds. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Did I not make it so obvious my wayward love?" he replies, his voice teasing yet tender as he meets your gaze with a smile.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his words. You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Galadriel and Celeborn who have been observing the exchange with amusement, share a knowing look, their eyes twinkling with mirth of the love unfolding before them.

But in that moment as you gaze into Aragorn's eyes and share a laugh together all your worries and fears seem to melt away. For in his arms surrounded by the love and support of your companion, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead you will face them with him. Your beloved.

And as the laughter fades into a comfortable silence, you rest your head against Aragorn's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. With his arms wrapped around you, you know that you are home.

As Celeborn and Galadriel summon the rest of the Fellowship, the healing chambers soon fill with the familiar faces of your companions. Their expressions a mix of relief and joy at the sight of you awake, alive and with that smile adorning your soft features.

Gimli with his gruff exterior softened by the depth of his concern, rushes forward to your side. His eyes were brimming with tears. "By Durin's beard, lass! I thought I'd never see you awake again," he exclaims, his voice trembling with emotion as he clasps your hand tightly in his own.

Gandalf had his wise eyes shining with warmth, approaches with a gentle smile. "It is good to see you awake, my dear friend," he spoke. His voice filled with genuine relief. "You have faced darkness and emerged victorious. You are stronger than you will ever know."

Legolas, his fair face radiant with joy, stepped forward with a soft smile. "I am glad to see you awake, mellon nin," he smiled to you. His voice gentle and sincere. "The world is a brighter place with you in it."

Merry and Pippin, their youthful exuberance infectious as always rush to your side with wide smiles on their faces. "You had us worried there for a moment," Merry says, his voice filled with relief. "But you're back with us now and that's all that matters."

Pippin nods eagerly as his eyes shining with unshed tears. "We thought we'd lost you," he admits, his voice wavering with emotion. "But you're a fighter, just like Aragorn said. You'll always come back to us."

As the Fellowship gathers around you with their voices filled with laughter and tears. You felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over you. As you were surrounded by the love and support of your friends you know that no matter what trials may come your way you will always have each other.

As the night descended upon Lothlórien after you woke, Aragorn remained by your side as the rest of the Fellowship retired. His love and devotion unwavering as he tends to your every need.

With gentle hands he washes away the grime and dirt of your ordeal away. His touch tender and reassuring against your skin. He cleanses away the scars of battle as his fingers trace each line and mark with care, as if trying to erase the memories of pain that linger there.

As he helps you change into fresh clothes his gaze never strays from yours. His eyes were filled with an intensity of emotion that took your breath away. He spoke softly. His voice a soothing melody that fills the silence of the healing chambers.

"You are my light in the dark," he whispered softly to you. His words a declaration of love that echoes in the stillness of the night. "You are the reason I fight, the reason I endure. Without you I am lost my love."

Tears fill your eyes at his words. The depth of his love overwhelming in its intensity. "And you are mine," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you reach out to touch his face. "You are the reason I am alive, the reason I kept going. Even in the worst of times."

As the soft glow of moonlight filters through the canopy of leaves above Aragorn's adoration for you seems to shine even brighter. With every touch, every whispered word, he worships you as if you were a goddess descended from the heavens themselves.

He kneels before you, his eyes alight with reverence. He places gentle kisses upon your hands, your cheeks, your forehead, as if each kiss is a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for blessing him with your presence. Thanking them for letting you live.

"I am unworthy of your love," he murmurs. His voice filled with sincerity as he gazes up at you with awe. "But I swear to you, I will spend every moment of my life trying to prove myself worthy of you."

His words melt your heart. Filling you with a warmth that spreads from the tips of your fingers to the depths of your soul. You reach out to cup his face in your hands, tracing the lines of his jaw with your fingers. Feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your touch.

"You are more than worthy," you whisper, your voice barely a breath as you gaze into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love reflected back at you. "You are my everything, Aragorn. Without you I am nothing."

As you hold each other close surrounded by the quiet beauty of the elven realm. You know that nothing in this world could ever tear you apart. For in each other's arms, you have found a love that transcends time and space. A love that is as boundless as the stars themselves and as enduring as the ages to come.

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🌓Sweet Girl Venus ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

This world contains in it a great number of elements that push most everyone to toughen up and abandon all senses of calm, grace and loveliness on the path towards growing up. In this world, so many people believe that the only way towards great achievements is by becoming tough. Whilst it is true that strength of character is crucial for survival, I don’t think toughness has to translate into being actually hard on oneself or everyone else.

Psychology says, ‘When someone is exceedingly critical of the smallest, most trivial things, that means they crave Love most of all.’

Here is a love letter from the Venusian Goddess harmonic of your Higher Self to yourself💌More than you may realise at this moment, you really are still a sweet and kind baby of gentle melodies and fragrant bouquet💐If you’d eventually realise this of yourself wholeheartedly, oh, that would be…

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Pile 1 – Bubblegum Blue Baby

VIBE: Hatsukoi Shoujo (Singer’s First Love) by Sheena Ringo & Noir by SUNMI

what’s really sweet about you – King of Wands Rx

You’re the type of person who, in spite of your passion and determination, aren’t cruel. You possess a strong character and try to uphold justice everywhere you go. You’re really a courageous fellow with a heart of gold. Baby-blue gold. I see that you’re often the type of friend who cheers other people up; you always have an idea in your mind to make someone else feels better about their darker days. When somebody is lacking courage or confidence in themselves, you’re the one who says, ‘I believe in you, tho! It’s clear to ME you can do it!’

And because you always seem so energetic, confident and capable, people easily believe your words. I think people haven’t told you enough how grateful they are that you’re always cheering them on like that. It’s not that they’re not grateful; it’s that they don’t know how to convey their gratitude properly. You know, sometimes words fail us. Especially when you’re the type of magickal butterfly that attracts naturally a lot of people who are not so confident in themselves. Such people, sometimes they simply don’t know how to utter words of gratitude because not many people in their lives have shown them enough appreciation. You could be, probably, like the ONLY person in their world who shows them appreciation like that!

You’re really so kind and charitable, more than you’ll ever hear from the mouths of other people♥︎

honouring your softness – King of Cups

And I guess, for the most part, such people really see that you’re an authoritative figure in your own respect. Because you appear to them so large and magnanimous, people don’t even suspect that you also have your down days. Certain days, you’re also in the mood for getting praises just like everybody else! But because you don’t get that as much as you’d like, sometimes you get sad. I think you struggle with a little self-loathing (or a sense of being a phoney) every now and then, feeling like you’re not good enough whilst everybody else seems to move ever forward, supported by your encouraging words.

Sometimes you feel envious of others for what they have. They seem to have everything going on a lot easier than you. But baby, stop! This is all your wild assumption. The truth is, people really be trying their best to put up a strong face, to put their best foot forward and come and tell you good news about them, because they want to get praises from you😅Yeah, some things in Life really be tricky like that. As convoluted it gets, this is actually their way of thanking you. You encouraged them before, you gave them so much courage, inspiration and motivation; now they’re doing better and they want to let you know it’s thanks to you! They want you to feel proud of both themselves and the magnanimous ways you’ve cared for them🥲

Well, now that you know… Pretty baby, stop being so sad!🐬

a happily ever after – 7 of Cups

You’re the type of person who, most of the time, has your head in the clouds. This makes you feel ungrounded often. I think you sometimes feel overwhelmed by reality itself. There’s a lot of things you don’t understand and you often feel lost about the meaning of existence and your place in the world. Fret not—you’re hardly a failure. You’re magick, baby💙Magickal beings often find living in the Human world incredibly taxing, so you can be patient with yourself—it’s a group thing LMAO

If anything, it is exactly because you’re a magical being like this that you can be sure you’re going to get everything you want out of Life. As long as you don’t allow yourself to stop dreaming in exchange for being practical! You see, the world really isn’t as linear as you think. So, be confident in who you are and your own personal favourite methods of manifesting. There’s quite nothing in this world you can’t have. You just need to learn to focus on one or two things at a time so you get each thing you want faster⚡️Isn’t so wonderful to be so magickal?

Know that you could be so much happier. You could be so much more spiritually content because your heart really is good. In spite of some things you may believe about your flaws, your Higher Self really doesn’t view you that way. In this world that is a world of chaos where 98% of people are hurting and hurting each other, it’s expected, so it’s not such a big deal. You really are such a kind Soul and your sweetness, your charitable bubbliness, just needs your acknowledgement so you can give yourself more tender care🌸

SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻💙

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Pile 2 – Soft Enterprising Boss

VIBE: Cookie by NewJeans & YEPPI YEPPI by aespa

what’s really sweet about you – Ace of Pentacles

You are a powerhouse of creativity. You’re incredibly smart and resourceful. You’re like an idea bank but you couple that with real, tangible efforts that always produce real results. You have an amazing capability for laser focus and your work ethic is almost inimitable. With that, you’re truly a dependable friend who has a lot to offer those around you. People turn to you for advice, and you always have something valuable to offer. But yeah… that doesn’t mean your input is always appreciated. But that’s not your fault, right?

You need to admit that a lot of people are hopelessly confused. Sometimes, people simply want a friend to confide in and hear their whining. I know you’re almost always there to lend an ear even though it kinda irritates you that people seem so lost, so incapable of helping themselves. You genuinely want to help, but like already mentioned, sometimes all someone needs is a company that listens compassionately. I think you’re good as long as you’re there to be a pillar for someone in need.

So really, you needn’t concern yourself with how that someone will resolve their issues if they, indeed, do not seem that interested in resolving their own issues🤪It’s not like you’re getting paid for caring so much about other people’s personal drama!

honouring your softness – 2 of Pentacles

More than you give yourself credit for, you’re actually a really reasonable person. You’re grounded in reality and able to weigh options more realistically than most people you know. You’re always thinking of pros and cons in your head. That’s wonderfully responsible, of course, but sometimes you could get stuck in a rut when you simply can’t decide. Still, I think you’re such a wonderfully capable person who’s willing to go the distance when your mind’s finally set for a prize.

You’re ambitious and tenacious; no matter the challenge, you’re up for whatever. If it requires lessons, training, complex practices, extensive readings, you can do it all. But hey, stop to breathe a little, will you? The world doesn’t end tomorrow so you needn’t hurry so much, alright? It benefits no one to be so hard on yourself whatever the rewards may be at the end. What’s really exciting about this whole thing is how much you’re enjoying yourself as you gain knowledge and skills. So, I hope you remember this at all times.

As long as you’re having fun, Life’s good, you know. You can’t possibly think that Life’s only gonna get good when you’re at the end of your journey, right?

a happily ever after – 8 of Wands

You are a visionary—admit it. You have amazing ideas and your visions could possibly even change the world. You could become someone profoundly inspirational because there’s a teacher-like quality in you. If you feel that you’re not that good at communicating your ideas, it’s definitely a skill you can polish. You really have got it in you to become an effective speaker, even on a public platform, because your mind is usually quite methodical. Practice is all you need.

Even if you identify as someone shy, or timid, actually you will be so much happier in Life if you could be in the public eye for when you do so, you get to be charitable with your skills and knowledge. When you’re older in Life, you will have gained so much expertise in various disciplines, and if you’re not gonna share with others, how else are you gonna ever feel blessed?

You are a shooting star sent from Mars—or Venus—to teach Humanity a transcendent way of living. I hope you never forget how precious you are just for the fact you’ve reincarnated on Earth in this passage of time😜

SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻🧡

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Pile 3 – New-World Inventor

VIBE: Super Shy by NewJeans & Spicy by aespa

what’s really sweet about you – 4 of Cups

Gosh, you are such a loyal one that sometimes it comes to your detriment. You’re the type of person who could go the extra mile to accompany someone who doesn’t even deserve your compassion. You’re willing to sacrifice a lot to make another person feels less alone even when you’re not getting the same in return. I think you have a noble heart and that’s something clearly valuable. But… I hope you know when to stop giving your support to those who are clearly losers, hopeless cases. There’s only so much you could give to another when your own Cups aren’t getting filled in return.

‘People treat you the way they view you. Be blind if you want.’

I know you don’t want to disappoint because you know how depressing it is to get disappointed. You know first hand all the painful sensations that come with having your trust broken. But the way I see it, you shouldn’t turn your past disappointments into a goody two shoes tendency to please everybody. Are you certain this isn’t just a weird overcompensation that could destroy you in the end? You may wanna check out this concept of a Good Girl Syndrome. Understanding the symptoms could just help you unravel the patterns🧵🪡✂️

honouring your softness – Queen of Pentacles

You are an Old Soul, and it doesn’t matter how young or old you are right now, you have this innate desire to be of service to others. On a profound Soul level, you have this magnanimous energy that makes you want to care and nourish those you come into contact with. You are really a kind person, incredibly generous, to a fault LMAO After all, this Human world is littered with shameless takers who do not set a limit for themselves. You don’t wanna be stupid enough to get drained all the time by ingrates, right?

So, it’s time to stop giving too much of yourself and start affirming that you, too, deserve the company of people who will nourish you as much as you them. If you don’t start reaffirming this daily, it may never manifest, which would be such a shame because you’re so deserving to be blessed with warmth and sweet emotions🥧

a happily ever after – Page of Swords Rx

At the present moment, you may be thinking you’re simply afraid of conflicts and arguments. Heck, you don’t even like feeling other people’s negative emotions. If you were to stand up for yourself, you’re sure everybody would give you a nasty look, or even spew very unkind words to make you feel bad. So you know this and you try to avoid that as much as possible. But that’s got to stop now because when you really think about it, all the chaos and conflicts are WITHIN you. Is that even worth it? Do you think you deserve to live like this?

‘You’re keeping the peace around you, but what about the peace in you?’

I’d like to remind you, you’re really such a smart person. You’re so knowledgeable and actually, if you’re honest, have great desires to be of service to the world. You’re a high-value somebody, so you’re allowed to muster the courage to affirm that you CAN take up space and still maintain your boundaries. Alright? One day you’re going to really change the world. But right now, you need to change your world first.

Don’t be afraid of being seen as a bitch, especially when you know you’re not a bad person🍒Sweet girls can still be SPICY🌶

SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻💗

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𒆙 the god of commerce

part 3/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 tags ┈ gn!reader, crack, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, this time you’re both a humanboss and a humanfailure (tf is a gn term for girlboss and girlfailure help)

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𝑜mbré dark brown fading to gold was rex lapis’ most favored hair color, and most shop owners would use this fact on top of their god’s bright amber eyes to describe him on his ‘past visitations’, in an effort to try and pull customers into their establishments. having the god of commerce’s approval was a most effective marketing strategy, after all; who would doubt their beloved deity’s judgment when he was the one who had the idea to build a city by the harbor which was steadily getting more and more prosperous with each lunar moon that passed?

and for such a small restaurant owner such as yourself, the decision to put a little slogan next to your shop’s humble sign - claiming how rex lapis couldn’t get enough of your signature dish - was a no-brainer move. it brought in curious customers, and your little shop was located in a not-so-strategic location anyway, so what were the chances of an incognito rex lapis stumbling upon your slightly skewed business ethics, right?

riiiight.

you felt a lump of nervousness in your throat as this particular customer stared down at you with his amber eyes with gold and the slightest red lining his pupils — you sure hoped that was a natural color and not indicative of his anger.

“so you’re the shop’s owner?”

“yessir. i mean god. i mean. um.”

how do you politely address a god to their face? you had no idea. you weren’t educated enough to know and you never thought you had any reason to need to know.

thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind your lack of reverence. instead, his lips seemed to curl upwards.

huh. maybe he didn’t notice my little lie and was just here for a good meal?

“and you started this business, yes? your shop’s name does not ring any bells.”

“well… yeah, uh… my dad was a peddler and mum was a greengrocer, so. yep.”

“ah, i see, i see,” his voice was deep and calming, and you were about to gesture towards the wooden menu to allow him to choose a dish when his next words made you feel like you’d been hit with a petrifying spell — just like the ones the storytellers on the streets would narrate, “then pray tell, do remind me at which point after your establishment’s founding, have i ever said that i was… in your own words - ‘infatuated’, by your so-called signature dish? you see, if my memory serves, it has yet graced my tastebuds.”

fuck.

“ahaha… w-well…… you see…… about that…….,” you coughed and averted your eyes guiltily, trying to rack your brain on how to escape the divine punishment you were sure about to receive, and the effort came out in a jumble of words, “…. look, mister- uh- god. i gotta be able to feed myself somehow and i didn’t think it would hurt anyone but okay fine sorry i was so so wrong but if i let you dine for free will you consider not flattening me and my poor shop with your stone pillars? please? oh great archon?”

rex lapis’s fingers snapped open his folding fan, and for a moment you swore you saw a flash of a smile before the intricately drawn paper covered the lower half of his face. you also swore you saw mirth dancing beneath the elegant lines of his raised eyebrows and the way the corners of his eyes formed a gentle crinkle. this observation, though it might have been the works of your distressed imagination, made you dust your deflated courage off the ground.

“h-how about this,” you proposed, gesturing towards the kitchen, “give me a chance to make the slogan a reality. i promise you i’ll serve one of the best dishes you’ve ever eaten!”

“…. very well,” the immortal chuckled, “your determination and resilience is admirable. a chance is something i am willing to give.”

oh, blessed be rex lapis.

a few minutes of mental breakdown in the kitchen and a series of anxiety-filled food preparations later, you returned to his table with a tray full of side dishes and the main course, steaming hot and still bubbling inside the heated clay pot. you had no money to serve him his favored osmanthus wine, but you do have freshly dried osmanthus flowers, so as he observed the feast, you poured him a fresh brew and placed it right beside the little ornamental vase housing a single yellow hibiscus. you would have silently prayed to your god in the hope that the food was to your guest’s taste, but seeing as how the very same holy being was also the source of your anxiety, it seemed akin to washing coal.

the god of wealth gently picked up the wooden spoon and dipped it into the hot broth, before his lips closed around the utensil.

…..

a thoughtful hum rose from the back of his throat.

you half expected him to turn up his nose in disgust, but you were surprised to see how he repeated the action, as if trying to savor the taste with utmost diligence. it was only when he had properly sampled each of the ingredients inside the soup, he finally lifted his gaze to meet your gaze across the table.

“what a complex, rich flavor,” was his comment, “what is your secret?”

flabbergasted, you nearly spilled your entire cooking process and the detailed recipe like a sinner confessing their transgressions in order to beg for forgiveness - but you managed to refrain yourself at the last second. you did, however, let the rush of dopamine take over the forefront of your mind.

a proud smile not unlike a freshly bloomed glaze lily lit up your expression, “sorry, but i’m not selling my trade secrets! not even to rex lapis himself, hehe! uh- well, maybe if i die with no children or if i don’t have anyone who wants to continue the business, i might tell you- but! for now, it’s a secret!”

“ah, the farseeing mind of a businessman,” he nodded, “fair enough. i suppose it means i have to frequent your shop if i ever crave such delicacy.”

“ha! told you you’d get addicted!” you grinned cheekily, watching him elegantly continue to enjoy the cuisine, “… should i pack one up for you to take back home- palace- uh, wherever your godly abode is? as a birthday present?”

morax felt his temporary mortal vessel heat up, warmer than the indulgent food within his stomach, warmer than the sunny radiance of your smile.

“you need not try so hard, i never had the intention of ‘flattening’ you and your shop for a fairly harmless attempt at dishonest advertising. however, i must implore you to not take such risks moving forward.”

“…. alright, alright, sorry……,” you scratched your cheek sheepishly, “but i’m glad the great rex lapis actually liked my cooking! if you ever decide to stop by again, i’ll feed you other things,” you flashed him a cheerful grin, and unbeknownst to you, the geo archon felt his chest quake.

quickly shaking himself out of his stupor, your patron nodded in approval.

he did eventually learn the secret recipe of your infamous slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup. the handwritten recipe card was tucked neatly within the letter your apprentice-turned-next-owner had given him after your passing. inside it, you had penned down both an abstract yet also tangible step-by-step instructions; quality and care, time and patience, meticulousness and attentiveness.…

yet none of your successors, not even the ones who turned it into a pavillion and the leading beacon of one of the distinct cooking styles that represented liyue, could recreate the same taste of the very dish you cooked for him that day.

…. ah. but of course.

it was only natural, seeing as how he could not see your smile across the table as he ate anymore.

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a choice to be made | c.s, c.jh

summary: between the one who came first and the one who came later, there's only one choice to be made

pairing: choi san x f!reader, choi jongho x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, love triangle-ish?, smut, etc

word count: 11k

(ao3) if you don't like lapslock

jongho's known you for a long time.

he's known you since the fourth grade when he found you huddled in the corner with doe and scared eyes after the teacher sent all you nine years old to go find a partner for a small assignment.

watching as your much smaller hands curled together at the front, all kinds of nervous and uneasiness on you playing for him as a witness that he couldn't help but to feel extremely bad.

so quiet and reserved you were; he hadn't even realized you were in his class until the very moment.

he had politely excused himself from his friends, telling the two they were fine to partner up without him and made way toward your smaller frame, the pout on you as if you were about to give up on anyone asking until you caught him in a short staring contest.

"would you like to be my partner?" he asked, even from that age conscious of the fact he had to be gentle as to not scare you away--contented when you nodded with the lightest smile gracing your lips.

"what's your name?" he tried breaking the ice, sitting at the desk beside you that the teacher had told the kids to put together.

"y/n..." you answered, short of a whisper and so shy, you refused to look him in the eyes which made a giggle bubble out of him as you could only stare at the kind boy who saved you.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm jongho."

and you had surely thought that it would a one time thing; that after the task of having to name a bunch of a things based on categories with him doing 70% of the work was finished, he would never want to speak to you again.

but jongho with his determination to get to know you and become friends, never left you alone a single day in your life after the first meeting, his persistence to start small conversations or include you in everything never failing because you started coming out of your shell bit by bit.

by the time you two entered fifth grade, you were practically friends even if you wouldn't admit it at the time, jongho could see the new changes and eagerness that wasn't there before.

he saw smiles you would try to fight and laughters with attempts to hide them, sometimes even courageous enough to return snarky replies that took him by surprise in the greatest way possible.

he knew he wanted to be friends with you for a long time.

you weren't only full of surprises, but you were genuinely a good person. someone he wanted to be around despite some obvious differences as humans, nonetheless, able to be held together by similar morals and ethics that carried the relationship to high school; the starting realization that you understood and got him even more than his friends.

you became a safe space for him; a place of comfort where he never felt judged or like he had to be perfect.

he would cycle his lunch and free times between you and his friends, often than not favoring the time spent with you because you were still too shy around people who wasn't him, but mainly because he was tired of hearing his friends' teases and remarks.

comments about him having a crush on you that he would passionately deny every time, trying to persuade his friends and himself to an extent that he only saw you as a friend and no more.

even going as far as to disagree with them you looked good the day you started to put more efforts into your appearance just so he could prove a point and show you didn't have an effect on him.

unfortunately much to his dismay and failed act, he wasn't even offended his friends called him a pussy, his mind unable to rid of the statement that was only said in a lighthearted manner that if he doesn't step up his game, he's gonna be sorry for it one day if someone else comes along.

so maybe the thought scared him a little to the point he could admit he liked you; such thing never crossing his mind because he never really felt threatened, especially with how you were.

your nose always rather in a book and boys never on your mind, jongho hadn't ever heard you talk about them a day in your life that by the time college entrance exams rolled around, it was as if he was worked up and worried for nothing when four whole years went by and nothing practically changed, except his feelings for you that only solidified and grew stronger.

it wasn't that he wasn't ever gonna ask you out. he was just scared of what could go wrong and what it could mean for the friendship if you didn't return the same sentiment, the bond built with you too precious to possibly ruin at the moment.

you two talked and shared college goals and which university you both wanted to get accepted to, studying every waking moment together because it would be great if you could attend the same one.

then came the acceptance letters, your mom running with yours one morning with a teary but proud look in her eyes and screaming at the top of her lung that you had gotten into the university of your dreams.

you couldn't wait to tell jongho, mostly because you knew if you got in then he must had as well considering his marks were better than yours by a smidge, and you both spent that afternoon celebrating and excited for the new chapter of your lives.

when it was time to pack and head for the new city, you both reminiscent and talked about the small but dearly hometown you grew up in and all the people you were gonna miss, especially your guys families and jongho's friends who had different things lined up for them.

the sight of the new city and big campus mesmerized both you and jongho, the life and people so different compared to the smaller town.

unable to help but to be excited and scared as the two of you walked past groups of college students and every welcoming signs and banners on the way to the dorms, the reality finally starting to set in and making you on edge.

feeling nervous about your roommate because of the endless possibilities of who you were gonna have to spend the next few years with, having to share a living space and see each other every day, so you hoped it was someone you could at least tolerate.

but your worries were put to rest when a girl with a friendly smile greeted you, telling you she goes by chaewon and was also equally concerned her roommate was gonna be a creep, but relieved after to find you are very much normal.

jongho on the other hand, didn't have any problems befriending his older but much quieter roommate, kang yeosang, who he had to admit was one of the most striking people he had ever seen.

it wasn't just the boy's looks though that made jongho want to admire and respect him; his kindness and friendliness something that made him incredibly easy to like.

after barely settling in, the semester was approaching fast, leaving hardly any remaining time for you and jongho to talk and share class schedules before the first week started.

and in that first week, a chemistry class that is a core requirement, is where he meets san.

bumbling into the classroom out of breath almost 30 minutes in after lecture already started, jongho can't hide the amusement he gets from the male succeeding with a deep bow and charming smile toward the professor that he swear made her slightly blush before the unnamed boy starts heading jongho's way. the seat next to him one of the only two available.

"hey bro, mind if i sit here?" he asks, the chair already pulled halfway.

"you're good," he replies, the boy quick to nod and take a seat, quietly thanking jongho with a smile.

within the next few days and dragging onto the second week, jongho learns punctuality isn't san's strong suit. he's never on time or even just 5 minutes late. jongho's known to not expect him until the 15 minutes mark where he'd show up casually and the professor wouldn't even bat an eye.

"he like--talks a lot and i'm sure, probably has no idea what's going on in class more than half the time," jongho tells you of his remarkable seatmate after you passed a simple question of how things are going.

the both of you seated at a table in the corner of the library, far enough from the public's eye to gossip and chat.

"maybe he wants to become close? i think it's good to get to know a couple new people around campus," you say, looking up from the notes you were writing, because no one has even talked to you if not for class obligations other than your roommate.

"i doubt it," jongho disagrees, "if you met him, i think he'd tired you out."

because while jongho is more outgoing and willing to step out compared to you, he's still selective, choosing only from a small pool to hang and have long, winded conversations with.

but san--he seems to talk to just about anyone and everyone. the man able to start and continue a conversation like he's known the person for years, capable of just spurring words after another without it being awkward, jongho can't help but to almost admire him for it.

how, there's really just people like him walking around and having it so easy due to their charms and charisma. because though it definitely annoys him to an extent; the professor having to shush san and him twice mid-chatter, it was also the undeniable welcomeness that made him already comfortable by the fourth week.

"91 out of 100. not bad for the first exam," jongho mumbles, holding up the test he just got back; all the studying and sleeping at 3 a.m. paying off.

"fuck."

he hears the boy next to him curse the same time a look of frustration befalls his seatmate now somewhat friend.

"a 48, are you shitting me?"

and it's then that jongho finds out this is san's second time taking chemistry, already having dropped the class last semester when there was no way he was gonna pass even if he did well on the last exam.

"but you have to promise."

"okay okay, i promise i won't be annoying," san eagerly assures the younger boy after he agreed to tutor him with the exception that he's to be on his best behavior because you're gonna be there too, usually writing notes or working on assignments and they can't be distracting.

you already know what to expect that monday, jongho warning you ahead of time but you're surprised you can already hear them within earshot before even reaching the table. the first voice an unfamiliar one followed by jongho's response.

"no cause why would you accurately assume i got in due to a sport scholarship."

"because there's no way someone who doesn't even know what fucking h2o is would even get in."

"uh... hi," you awkwardly interrupt, not intending to but having no other choice but to introduce yourself.

the both of them snaps to you and immediately drop the topic--the conversation starting in the first place because jongho was appalled his friend could throw a ball but apparently not get some of the most simple questions right.

and maybe it was this exact moment where jongho's senses and alerts started going off, because seeing san freeze up at the sight of you and you getting taken aback because you didn't think san would be so handsome; it brings a queasy and sickening feeling to jongho that he can't shake off.

watching san greet you with a simple 'hi' and gaze unable to leave you, too entirely fascinated, and your own that makes him even more nervous because he can see the twinge of shyness in them caused by the older boy.

"don't mind me. you won't even notice i'm here," you say, breaking the quick silence and taking a seat.

but it isn't just the first meeting that makes jongho think san might take the slightest interest in you, because if he isn't struggling with the materials, he's either stealing glances or trying to make you laugh so he can see your pretty smile.

"this is the last time i am tutoring you stupid jocks," jongho sighs in annoyance, but his tone rather teasing and lighthearted.

san scoffs and lifts his head up and toward your direction.

"if you quit, i'll just ask the pretty girl then."

the compliment making your cheeks burn a shade of red, startled by san's bold and daring personality, but jongho has to laugh off the sight to jump in.

"don't be silly. i helped y/n pass most of her science classes in high school."

"y-yeah," you manage to say. "i'm not that good at science."

but the boy currently sending a strangely tight feeling to your chest goes on to smile that dimply one you've seen a couple times by now, seeing the deep indentations on his cheeks that you think are so cute on a grown man.

"first thing we have in common," he coos softly, your heart almost taking a leap at that, jongho only able to stare in apprehension because you don't look disgusted or creeped out by his friend's shameless behavior at all.

judging by your reaction, he's sure you like it. your fluttering eyelashes and nervous twitch because san's starting to crack you open the same way jongho did so long ago.

each passing day at the library together, jongho can see your walls slowly coming down every time the older boy will ask a question or say something just so he can talk to you.

so when san quietly passed a mention of you during class and start coming into the library even on days jongho isn't tutoring, he knows san has more in mind than just trying to pass chemistry.

and when he finally drops the bomb one day in the confidence of the hushed and peaceful corner because you haven't shown up, jongho wishes he didn't see it coming.

"i like her," san tells him, jongho sitting across and far enough to be grateful that the older boy doesn't hear how fast his heart is beating.

but san's sure of it. maybe he still doesn't know much about you yet, but he wants to. you're way too endearing, cute, and shy and he wants you to be his. he just has to make sure of one thing first because he doesn't want to be that guy.

"but if you like her too, i understand, you know? it's all good. just thought i'd ask you first."

because san thinks, with a girl and boy hanging out and becoming friends, there's just the smallest chance one of them will eventually develop feelings and he respects that if it's the case.

"me? nah. it's cool, bro. you go ahead," jongho brushes the assumption off with a blow, but he regrets it as soon as he finishes, but unable to take it back because he went into panic when it seemed like san was able to see through him.

see that he has the fattest crush on you and has liked you for a long time, but so afraid of ruining everything if it's to come out because you've never shown even the slightest possibility of feeling the same way.

he's uneasy for the rest of the day, the conversation at the library always at the back of his head and bringing upon a sense of doom and anxiety because though san makes him want to pull the boy's hair out, jongho admits that he can be really sweet and just exactly what you need.

always grateful and thanking jongho with either his kind words or money for tutoring him and improving his grade in the course. the man's not exactly book smart but he does have a heart of gold that jongho can't help but to think if you're to ever date anyone, he's glad it's gonna be san.

you were just on your way to your next class when someone pops from behind to beside you, his shoulder knocking into yours lightly and taking you by surprise, but more so when you realize who it is.

"hey," san says, a smile on his face as he looks down at you.

"hey!" you return, never having seen him outside of the library before, or next and walking with you. "you heading this way, too?"

he shakes his head.

"i came looking for you."

you can't control the way your eyes swell at the statement, feeling both flustered and weirdly flattered but honestly impressed at san's confidence and how he's able to just say things for what it is without feeling embarrassed, ever.

"oh?" you raise a brow, your steps slowing and san giggling at the confusion. "how did you know where to find me?"

"i asked jongho about your schedule," he answers, catching just how creepy and invasive it sounds a second after and attempts to save what he can. "hope that didn't came out too weird."

you chuckle, looking to the floor and shaking your head.

"not too much. i don't think so."

"okay, good."

the air's met by silent giggles from the both of you after, and a smile on your lips that san can tell you're trying to fight even with your head down and focus on the books clutched to your chest.

"so, have you checked out every place on campus, yet?" he asks, snatching the perfect chance to be with you and bring you somewhere.

you hum a low denial before replying, "not yet. the size's a bit overwhelming."

"oh i understand," he says, tone shortly switching to mischievious and cunning. "you want to?"

you shrug in response.

"well, it would be nice. get familiar with the campus and whatnot."

"if you want, i can show you. whenever you're free," he offers casually, yours and his shoulder bumping into each other along the walk and in a manner san can almost call shameless flirting from his side.

"i mean, i wouldn't want to bother you," you say lowly, voice soft, sweet and empathetic, and why san is so drawn to you. there's almost a hint of eagerness in your eyes that is held back by the shyness and proper courtesy.

"are you kidding? it would be a pleasure," he beams, volume upping and loud enough for even the passerbys to hear. "just let me know when you're free and we can arrange something."

you watch him pull his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you, both your steps halting that second.

"you may put your number down and i'll text you?"

you hesitate, not because you don't want to but because san makes you feel a certain way and now that he's inviting you to actually do something, it's as if you've been put on the spot.

but eventually, you nod and take up the offer, typing out your number and giving yourself a contact name before returning his phone.

"i'll text you." he smiles.

when friday finally arrives; you telling him that's the day you'll be available, of course you're nervous.

not only did jongho refused to come along, but this is gonna be your first time out with someone else without him; let alone another boy. and a cute and kind one at that who gave you the first real experience of butterflies in your stomach a few weeks ago.

you both meet up in the library because it's the only place you're somewhat familiar with, the boy showing up so handsome and welcoming, your palms already sweating and you feel like you're gonna make a run for it.

"hey," he greets, and you try your best to return it without all the turmoil showing itself that you have been very obviously deprived of any interactions with the opposite sex (besides jongho) for who knows how long.

but san does such a good job of settling your nerves, his willingness to answer every and any questions you have throughout the tour calming most of your doubts until you realize you were overreacting.

he stands tall next to you and you still can't believe he's taking the time out of his day to spend with you, but you feel a lot more at ease because san is incredibly easy to talk to, you can see how jongho and him came to form a bond so quickly.

before you know it, three whole hours already went by and the tour's come to an end, san having shown you everything from every department buildings down to where students usually try to pass time.

"big school, huh?" he starts, the two of you stopping right in front of the girls dorms and you nodding in response.

"pretty insane."

he snickers and you try not to stare at the dimple provoking you because if that isn't your favorite feature of him. your thought soon interrupted by his mellow voice spurring a rather questionable remark that makes you think twice.

"but that was a good first date," he says, hands in his pockets and not a single shame on his face, instead biting back a smirk.

"first date?" you repeat, your feelings a mix of nervous and surprise... not in any bad ways. you can't say you don't enjoy the flirty and coyish tone that's starting to set in, even if you have no idea how any of it works.

he smoothly recovers, "i mean, if you want it to be?" as if he wasn't the one who started it in the first place. "but you know, if you don't, i respect that."

you're silent for a quick second before confessing, "well, i-i've never been on a date before." to which you immediately want to face palm after because you're not sure why he needed to know.

once he giggles and really look you in the eyes, you feel like you're gonna have a breakdown because the entire day has really been an overload of san that's gonna make your heart explode. and now he's staring at you like he wants you.

"then it should be done properly. how about a real first date?" he tilts his head slightly, hands now out of his pockets and delivering such bold words with all the confidence and cheekiness in the world.

you can only swallow and gulp, breaking the tension with a serious, "are you asking me out?" that's the last thing in pushing san to a laughter because he might enjoy messing with you a little too much.

"i am," he says once he can look you straight in the face and not have the urge to start laughing at how cute and clueless you really are.

but in spite of his endless teasings and your uncertainty (not your feelings for him), you do eventually say yes. now that you're out of high school and is an adult, you want to push out of your comfort zone a little and actually go out and do things.

see if it's gonna work out because ever since meeting san, you've been experiencing emotions and symptoms you've never had before.

the date takes place in a small and cozy cafe down the street from the university, san having said because it's the first, it's important to get to know one another before deciding on anything grand.

you show up in simple jeans and a blouse with your hair and makeup done, and san's in a black sweater looking effortlessly just as good as he did the last time you saw him.

the conversations and atmosphere not as awkward or bumbling as one would expect a first date to be since you've already become a lot more comfortable due to previous encounters.

you two talk over breads and two cups of cappuccino, san laughing and poking fun at you again when he sees the line of microfoam on top your lip, reaching out with his hand to clean it and bringing a light blush to your cheeks in the process.

unsure how a date's supposed to go and play out exactly, but following san's leads because it just feels so right with him.

and on the way back to the dorms, he catches you by the waist when you miss a footing, time suddenly stopping when he keeps his grip there with you two staring into each other as if in a melodrama; san sealing the relationship with a kiss before the end of the night when you said yes to being his girlfriend.

still scared and inexperienced but so sure that you want it because you have a good feeling about san and how you can't wait to tell jongho the next day because you know he will be happy for you.

jongho still can't wrap his head around the fact even almost two weeks later. that you and san are dating now, and it's not that he isn't happy for you--because he respects and knows very well that it was your choice.

he just hasn't gotten used to it; the sight of san snuggling so closely by your side in the library or playing with your hair affectionately, because the truth is--he isn't used to you being with anybody else ever. especially not this intimate.

"guess what, babe," san squeals, seeing your arrival and pulling you to the seat beside him that instant, jongho can only stare as you go on to mutter a "hmm" at your boyfriend.

"i passed the second exam," he tells you so happy and excited, shoving the laptop screen in your face displaying the score of an 83 on exam 2; his antics met by an endeared giggle from you.

"congrats," you say.

he smiles in response, pushing the device away and supporting his elbow on the table to lean in and mumble, "i think that deserves a kiss." before flying in to steal a quick peck on your cheek that barely misses your lips, making you swat at him in return.

"san!"

you wouldn't be so flustered if it wasn't a public setting, with jongho blatantly sitting right across, blinking and watching the entire time.

it's almost a daily occurrence at this point, jongho toughening his heart up because he knows you're gonna get kissed or teased and it's gonna make him feel a little restless.

he thinks san is a good man, the way he treats you full of love and regard puts jongho at ease because you deserve nothing less than that. the past week and a half with him already doing you some good, small changes on the surface from being with someone as upbeat and positive as san.

you laugh and smile more, and you've gotten more confident now that there's someone to tell you how beautiful you really are every day.

jongho is happy for you. he just needs more time to process everything, especially the changes.

after all, it's not like he became friends with you in hopes of only taking the relationship further. you are still his friend first and foremost.

"he wants me to meet his friends, and i think it'd be better if you come, too? so we can all go, you know," you tell him over the phone, on the topic of a party san's gonna take you to.

"it's fine. you guys go ahead. i'm gonna work on catching up with assignments," he replies, not lying exactly but it's the first thing to come to mind that he could use.

you pause before returning a disappointed, "oh, okay. maybe next time?"

"yeah. next time."

because you do think it would be funner with your best friend next to you, you and him usually experiencing lots of first together and you wanted him to be there when you walk through the house of your first ever college party. but it's fine since san's gonna take you and he promised to be by your side the whole night.

when the party's arrival comes, just the outside already loud and overwhelming enough, san takes you by the hand intertwining his fingers with yours and guiding the way into the house. your other one slightly wrapping it around his arm because you don't want any chances of separating from your boyfriend.

the inside is stuffy and definitely reeks of alcohol, feeling yourself picking up the pace and huddling even closer to san, prompting him to suddenly stop and turn to you, his head over his shoulder.

"how you feeling?"

"alright," you answer. "just a little overwhelmed."

he reassures you with a smile, mumbling out "almost there" and pulling you just a few more steps until you can hear piercing laughters even through the booming music, followed by an array of voices.

"ha! you fucking wish it was you!"

"shut the fuck up wooyoung. i don't see you having song credits to your name at the mere age of 20."

"wow, hey guys," san breaks the banter between his friends, all three of them snapping their neck to him that second. "such classy introduction."

you can only gulp and stare at the three men in front of you, all of them just as good looking as san and a bit intimidating the way they're staring you down.

"guys, this is y/n, and y/n, these are the three musketeers," san quips, the remark swooping a tiny smile from you.

"pfft," the boy who spoke second earlier blows, his striking red hair is the first thing to catch your eye. he's the shortest among the group as if missing a centimeter the one across from him has. "cut the shit, choi."

"ah! y/n!" says the one who spoke first--wooyoung, you think, the one currently sounding the most playful and loud. "so you're the girl who gave san a hard-on in the library. we've heard a ton about you!"

it's from how tight san's grip has gotten that you know he's tense, and you're grateful for the dark lighting because you can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from the comment.

"wooyoung! you can't just say that!" the red-haired boy reprimands, while the one in the middle as tall as a mountain and hard to miss just chuckles it all off, not a single word fallen from his lips once.

"sorry about my friend," he continues, reaching out to offer his hand for a shake. "i'm hongjoong."

"y/n," you say, amid the exchange though san's already put your name out there.

"mingi," the tall one in the middle finally speaks, his voice an unexpected deep. and then wooyoung jumping onto the train because he can't break the pattern.

"well, you are definitely a lot cuter in person though san already couldn't shut up about it," another remark leaving wooyoung once again, the only one to be spilling everything and saying it without an ounce of shame or embarrassment. and you thought san was the most shameless person you know.

"thanks," you reply, your current dilemma between the urge to laugh or keep a straight face. "he didn't mention you guys were a little loud and chaotic."

"ooh okay, i like her already," says wooyoung, a playful smirk settling on his face.

"--and embarrassing," san adding once he's finally able to pull you away from the nosy boys and to a part of the house more discreet.

they wouldn't stop asking questions or retelling you san's past relationships and how pathetic or yearning he gets once he's fallen for someone.

"sorry, babe. maybe bringing you to meet them the first party was a mistake."

you shake your head, a small giggle bubbling out.

"no, you're fine. they were interesting."

chaotic and just as extroverted as san can be, but also like him, you were quick to warm up to them. their loud personalities made it easy to join conversations and feel invited.

"want a drink?" he asks, nodding his head off the direction behind you. your back pushed against the table with the party drinks, you just noticed.

you shake your head. "maybe later."

but he goes in to grab one anyway, keeping it in his hand while staring down at you.

"try it. it'll loosen you up." he smirks, and you don't want to but san has a way of tempting you into doing things you usually wouldn't.

"is it alcohol?" you softly ask.

"yeah. beer."

"oh."

and when you still keep quiet, he starts again, "i'll go first and you after."

"well that's unfair. you've been here before," you whine, a pout crossing your lips without notice and san has to resist the urge to kiss you right there.

"no. i don't even like alcohol," he defends himself, tall and true because yes, he's been to lots of parties but he still cannot take it, his body and face turning a red flush like none others so really, he's not sure why he's so adamant in making you drink as well.

"hmm," you hum a suspicious tone, but san's already pouring the cup down his throat before you can finish, watching his eyes go round before passing it to you.

"try it."

and you do, the liquid barely touching your tongue when you can already taste the foreign citrusy and earthy flavor to the drink, your face twisting in response that makes san laugh.

"oh you love it," his teasing and sarcastic comment earning a scoff from you.

"why do people drink this stuff?" you say, the taste still lingering and passing the cup back to him.

"well, according to wooyoung: to have fun."

he's quick to pour the remains into the sink before tossing it to a nearby trashcan, his head prancing around looking for something to do.

"wanna dance?"

you follow his gaze to the dance floor, the confident and bold partygoers with their moves intimidating you a bit.

"i don't know." you look him in the eyes and his blank expression melting into a tender smile.

"come on. you're gonna have fun," he squeaks, pulling you by the wrist and to the dance floor, the strobing light hitting your eyes and making you squint.

"i don't know how to dance," you yell over the music to a slouching san attempting to hear you out, and when he does, a snicker escapes his lips before whispering into your ear.

"i'll teach you."

you don't get the chance to protest or hurl another complaint about your dancing skills (or lack thereof), san already spinning you around until your back's flushed against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist as his breath ghosts the tip of your skin.

"just move along to the beat," he whispers, the goosebumps on your neck raising because of the position. the two of you never this close and sensual before.

but you do as he say, rocking slowly together in a romantic manner to the upbeat pop song but it is nice and brings upon a certain arousal between your legs.

everything with san has been like a dream, from the way he's so perfect you can't help but to question if it's real he's really your boyfriend, to how he treats you as if you saved a planet in the last life.

he really is everything you could ask for in a partner. funny, respectful, and just so fun, there's never a dull moment.

the two of you have been spending lots of time together, whether in between passing periods or just laying around in the dorm when chaewon's out--each day riskier than the one before with san's comments and remarks more daring and uncensored.

"how can i not have a boner when you're so pretty and hot, baby."

you were just laying on his chest in his bedroom and house that he's finally brought you around to, the place big and with a richness you've never seen before, when one of your knees accidentally brushed over his crotch area and you immediately questioned the bulge growing in his pants.

you've come to embrace his rather pervertedness than to shy away, now that there isn't much to hide between you guys; sometimes getting the itch yourself but much better at keeping it together in comparison.

"well, keep it in your pants," you tell him with a playful and dismissive tone, a smirk at the corner of your lips and going back to your phone.

"can i keep it inside you instead?"

the innuendo makes you lower your phone to shove his chest lightly as you yell out his name, his heaving chest from the laughter felt on the palm of your hand.

"just kidding. whenever you're ready, baby," he assures, pulling you closer by snaking one arm around your body and snuggling into the top of your now blonde hair that he helped you with.

it's really all jokes and passing comments at first, san not in the rush for it if you're not ready, and you not thinking much because you just like being with him and there's no pressure to get to that stage yet even though you know it's coming.

but you trust and believe in san enough at this point that if he wants to, you figure you'd give yourself up for him.

"we were just too different, i think. but it's okay. we ended it on good terms and there wasn't any bad feelings," he recalls the story of his ex after you had asked, your ears and eyes intrigued while sipping the cup of pepsi in your lap.

san had gotten a new car, gave you an entire tour on it although you lacked any knowledge besides the fact it's a sports car and said he wanted to go driving around.

after almost a whole day of sightseeing and places he wanted you to see, almost every restaurants closing except fast foods, you two stocked up on burgers and sodas, driving to a cliff overlooking the city and now just chit-chatting.

the current topic crossing your mind because of what his friends said just piquing your interest, and you're honestly just a little nosy.

"but we're different too, no?" you blurt, lashes fluttering at the fact, because you two are different. he's so much more extroverted and carefree, and you're well... you. but your next comment more lively and lighthearted. "does that mean we're also doomed?"

san chuckles and shakes his head.

"but we're a good different," he says with a soft smile. "me and her, we were a kind of different that was never gonna work out. but you, you try for me even if it's out of your comfort zone."

the compliment makes you detach from the straw to return a heartwarming smile, but all of that gone the second you ask the next question.

"is she the one you lost your virginity to?"

and san can't control the snicker that rolls out; the view of you so serious bringing him a form of amusement.

"well, yes. my only other girlfriend was freshman year of high school."

"ooh..." you mumble, nodding and shifting in your seat and san thinks it's the last of it until you're hurling out another one. "how was it?"

he scoffs, but you're dead serious, he don't know whether to laugh again or be amazed at how actually willing you are to talk about it.

"i'm not gonna talk about sex with someone else right in front of my girlfriend," he counters, head shaking but tone amused. "y/n, you cuck."

you roll your eyes at the name, sitting up and shrugging to mutter a response that gets a quiet chuckle out of him.

"just wanted to know how it's like."

"then go watch porn."

"they're too unrealistic and exaggerated," you reason. "the fake moans, crazy positions, and the fact everything always go perfectly."

san smirks, jumping the gun to tease you, "well how would you know, you never had sex before."

"pfft," you huff, the next sequence of words leaving without much thought. just that you want to win the banter. "that's 'cause you won't fuck me."

san stiffens in his seat immediately, both taken aback and aroused by what had just fallen from your lips, throwing a "woah!" that settles the reality for you as well.

"i'll fuck you, alright. if you let me, i'll fuck you good."

and he's only kidding, though a bit turned on, not actually expecting for you to go silent as if having to make the toughest decision ever, only for you to blurt out the green light that takes his breath away.

"t-then do it," you say, nervous and shaking a little, but also confident that you're ready and want to give yourself to the man in front of you, the food and drink between your thighs forgotten at this point.

"y-you're serious?" it's his turn to stutter, the turnout of the entire situation a bit unbelievable. "because if you're just playing with me, i think i might cry. you've already given me blue balls one too many times."

you giggle at the desperation and almost denial crossing his face, assuring him you're being truthful, but the man still won't stop talking as if he's a caveman finally securing the chance to get laid.

"no because you're so mean if--"

you cut him off with a kiss, the silence thickening and finally pulling away to his blinking and innocent lashes before something else entirely comes over him. the thin line on his lips turning to a smirk.

"you don't know what you just did," he mutters, deep and sinister and so sexy that your knees can't help but to go a little weak before he pulls you right back for an even messier kiss--tongue and all.

when you feel the food faltering, the drink now even colder and wetter against one of your thighs, you push him back lightly by the chest, mumbling a "wait" as he watches impatiently for you to remove the obstacles so he can resume the kiss.

it's immediate and happens fast, his lips connecting yours again with your fingers dipping around his shirt to find a place to rest, your breath taken away at this point by how eager he's moving that by the time he finally lets you catch your breath, it must've been a whole minute.

"just gonna come over to that side," he tells you ahead of time, your equally desperate body and head nodding before he climbs over and pushes your seat back, adjusting it just enough for you to be in an almost sleeping position.

and one thing leading to another, the night long gone and something else in yours and san's heads; for you, the fact you're about to lose your virginity in his new car and so sure but also shy of it when he's moved on from kissing to wanting to eat you out, but stopping when a sudden realization hits.

"are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, voice soft and eyes full of warmth unlike the person he was just five seconds ago.

you nod, muttering, "i'm sure."

"alright. then we're gonna have to go get condoms," he informs. "to be safe."

it's always a little embarrassing and flustering even for san although it shouldn't be, but a mere glance and reminder of you makes the awkward encounter at checkout worth it.

"should we go somewhere else more... private?" you voice concernedly, the car no longer secluded and with a view of the city but now in the parking lot of the 24 hours convenience store.

san swipes a few glances out the window and shakes his head.

"should be okay. there isn't anyone," he says, tone calm and not at all fazed unlike the current expression you have on that brings out the tiniest smirk from him. "why? scared someone's gonna see?"

he's cocky and annoying and kind of hot at the same time, you just roll your eyes.

"don't worry about it, babe," he assures once more, the softer and slight playfulness gone the next second. "now can i eat you out?"

and you've gotten accustomed to his blunt personality; how he just blurts and say things without a filter, but your face still gets a little hot and your cheeks still turns a blush pink.

you don't say anything except nodding your head slowly but surely, a minuscule smile on san's lips before crossing to your side again to settle on his knees as he stares up at you through the faint car lighting, his hands holding no hesitation to grip the end of your skirt while you widen your legs for easier access.

a whimper's followed by the biting of your lower lip when he's managed to bunch your skirt all the way up to your hips, the skin on your legs now more exposed than ever and feeling all kinds of naked under the eye of san's hungry gaze.

"no safety shorts?" he teases, that cocky tone making a comeback. "you want it quick and fast, don't you?"

you'd probably hit him if not for the fact he's right, the itch you have dying to be fulfilled by only him that all you can do is whine a pathetic, "h-hurry" never have a single word satisfied san so much to this extent.

with a smirk and eager pull, your panty's on the floor of the car and your bare flesh on display for san and he's sure he already came a little.

when you start growing insecure, never in your life have you reveal and give this much of yourself to someone before, san is quick to jump in and comfort you, mumbling the word 'beautiful' as he kisses up one of your thighs with his hand on the other until he's close to your entrance.

with one suck of his breath and grips spreading your legs apart, the loudest moan yet falls from you when he dives in, his lips dancing on your vagina already sending you into a frenzy.

your legs can't help but to jolt in the air instinctly from the pleasure, more hot moans befalling when he sucks on your clit.

"oh fuck," you curse, lower lip now caught in between your teeth again because your boyfriend can eat pussy, his tongue and skill continuing to prove the point as it generates more moans and prompts your grip to rest on his hair, groaning and looking up into the ceiling of the car.

he finally pulls away after a few more seconds, your already fucked out face and harsh breathing feeding into his ego, going to cockily say, "like that?"

you nod, still trying to recover from the high and seeing a smirk overtake his lips.

"i think you'll like my cock even more," he says, sly and teasing, reaching for the condom and ripping the packaging under your watchful eye.

his arms are shortly wrapped around your body after, flipping and switching position till he's the one being seated and you're sprawled all over his lap, knees guarding his legs and poking the cushion underneath, just up and gawking at him as if waiting for the next instruction.

"can you be a good cowgirl?" he whispers, looking you in the eyes so smugly and boldly.

"guess we'll find out," you mumble, trying the utmost best to sound like you're not just the tiniest bit intimidated by having to stuff his entire cock inside of you; and especially scared when he unzips his pants and it springs out immediately as if screaming to get out the entire time.

it's veiny and thick and san can see through the doubts in your head, a giggle rushing past to hopefully lighten the situation.

"take your time, baby," he comforts, soft and heartwarming unlike the monster in his pants. "i'll help you."

his hands travel down to your ass and lifts you up, both your grips now on his shoulders and attempting to line your entrace to his tip, a moan flying from san when his tip just touches one of your folds, the silent curse from him so sexy and stimulating.

it's your turn to giggle at the slip-up, the man doing his best on self control tonight when he really was ready to start ramming the instant you gave him the go, but because you're new to all of this and inexperienced, he has to take it slow; let you know that there isn't a single thing to be rushed.

you can feel the warmth of his flesh when you finally lined up, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your head into his chest as the attempt start; something inside you both nervous but also excited.

the first half is met by moans from the both of you and a burning sensation at the stretch, but still so persistent to take all of him. make you and him feel good and ride him; his passing comments only fueling more of that determination.

"shit, baby. y-you're so tight," he puffs, his clutch on you getting tighter the lower you go, until he's fully in you and you're both breathing out signs of relief met by a quick silence shortly after.

you remove your head from his chest to look him in the eyes, his features always the perfect mix of sharp, handsome, and cute; when he swipes at your forehead to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear, your stomach still flutters with butterflies despite the current position.

"you can move when you're ready," he says, breath against the tip of your skin when he presses his forehead to yours and take you in for another kiss. this time more messy and desperate, tongues clashing like it's the last time you're ever gonna kiss.

and once the makeout settles you in, the confidence and passion heating up, you start moving slowly with san's help, the pace picking up each time the kiss gets even deeper; moans and whimpers filling the air of the car until the fear's all gone and only replaced by the need for pleasure.

it feels good, and even better when he lands a slap to your ass while his other one squeezes at your breast, the seat creaking underneath but both too busy to care about anything else.

when your high's finally on the edge after a few more bounces, you tell him ahead of time, detaching from his lips and to his neck in preparation, your walls clenching and hitting its max just shortly after that also sends san into his climax from the sensation.

you pull back after catching your breath, staring into san's softer eyes before smiles and laughters take over the scene, san going on to ask, "how was it?"

"good," you answer. you can't believe you both just had sex in his new car.

mostly everything is still good; passing all your classes and still absolutely in love with san, every day learning something new about the other person as well as taking the time to explore what each other likes in bed.

mostly everything because you can't even remember the last time you had a proper conversation with jongho.

just a few weeks before the end of the semester, he already started coming to the library less and less until he just stopped showing completely.

his texts now always short and infrequent, nothing like the boy he was in high school when he'd send memes or daily complaints just to rack up your notifications.

every invitations to hang out or go somewhere with you and san always met with rejection. he's either busy with school works, has a club meeting, or already made plans with the members he met from the club.

you're happy for him and glad he's meeting new people, but you still can't help but to feel on the occasion that maybe he doesn't want to hang with you anymore now that he's met much cooler people; a bowling invitation yesterday that he also said no to although it's summer and you're sure he could spare just an hour or two.

because you love being with san and you're glad for chaewon's girl presence providing you an understanding and relatability neither san or jongho could, but you miss your best friend.

you miss having long discussions about the chosen movie of the night, sharing inside jokes and just talking about things only the two of you would get because he's been there for you since the fourth grade.

on the tuesday you have nothing to do in particular, you thought it's the perfect time to catch up and do something, even if just talking over slices of pizza.

you had texted him to make sure he's in the dorms and when he replied saying he is, you thought it'd be better to just walk the distance between the girls and boys dorms and ask him personally.

after all, he couldn't have too much on his schedule if it's summer.

but when the knock on his room isn't answered by him or his roommate who's hard to not remember, the disappointment that floods your system from seeing he has company is defeating.

"y/n?" you hear his voice from behind the much taller unnamed boy before his head peeks out.

"hey," you say, attempting your best to sound as normal as you can, and not like you're disappointed because you thought you were gonna get to spend some time with him.

"what's up?" he asks, face and body calm as if he hasn't been trying to avoid you. "you texted me. did you need anything?"

and you just panic then. all four boys staring you down and you can't possibly ruin their guy time by pulling your friend away just because you miss him.

"uhh--yeah. was just wondering if i can borrow your laptop. i'm gonna have to take mine to a repair shop tomorrow," you lie through your teeth, jumping onto the first thing that comes to mind.

"yeah, sure," he replies, turning his back on you to grab the laptop in his bag and handing it over once at the door again. "anything else?"

"ah--no," you stumble, retrieving the device and stumbling out a 'thank you' almost too awkwardly as a permanent smile stays on his face, but as if he's also waiting for you to be done with.

"well, i'll see you then," you mumble, hiding just the tiniest bit of sad behind your voice.

"i'll see you, y/n."

san said he will text you once he's on his way, so your head's currently against a pillow and scrolling through endless social feeds to pass time when the knock at the door gets you on your feet.

you half expect it to be chaewon because she forgot something, but the sight of your best friend takes your breath away a little, because maybe he's finally realized just how long you two have been apart.

"hi. i came to get my laptop."

your growing smile's wiped off that instant, only watching as jongho walks past you into the room with wandering eyes as you close the door.

"it's true girls are cleaner than guys," he comments, yours and chaewon's things neatly placed and arranged to the belonging side, nothing like his and yeosang's.

but you don't reply nor react to the comment, instead pulling his laptop out of the drawer that's been there since yesterday and still untouched because yours is completely fine, figuring you'll just try one last time.

"you know, you should really come bowling with me and san," you say, the same time you return his laptop.

you can see the exact moment he tenses up at your words and all composure from him before now gone.

you can also see the wheel spinning in his head and scrambling for an excuse because it's almost like despite asking, you knew he's gonna say no.

"eh, it's fine. i gotta catch up with some of the guys anyway. seonghwa's making us come up with a list of possible club activities for next semester."

it's a plausible and reasonable excuse, but still not good enough because you don't want to think about how much a semester of college's already drove the two of you apart.

"but you guys have fun. maybe another time," he tells you, completely unsuspecting to the apprehension on you or the conflict running round in your head.

"and when is that gonna be exactly?" your surprisingly abrasive tone stopping him before reaching the door, jongho turning around and meeting your unamused eyes.

"you always say the same thing whenever i ask," you add, the atmosphere scarily shifting when it all dawns on jongho how serious you are.

"it's true, though? i really can't today."

"i asked you two days in advance. you couldn't at the very least try and make some room?"

you're fast and filled with hurt, jongho's struggling to process the sudden hostility. he thought he was doing you a favor, to be fair.

"i didn't think it was gonna be this big of a deal?" he says, pitch high and confused almost like a question, because it isn't his intention to make you feel like he doesn't want to hang with you anymore.

"when was even the last time we did something together?" your voice a kind of disbelief because you feel you have the right to complain considering how long it really has been.

but jongho still looks rather unconvinced, like he doesn't understand why you're bringing it up and turning it into something to argue about.

"i didn't think it mattered all that much whether i was with you or not since san was there."

since you looked so happy with him and he could do two times more for you than jongho could, he didn't see it a problem if he let you guys be while he took some time for himself. to process the changes and come to terms with everything.

and it's obvious you weren't expecting the response by how you kind of just freeze up momentarily and swallows down before eventually finding something to say.

"of course it matters. you're my best friend, and it'd be even better if you could be there, too."

"but i can't always be with you," he counters, appreciative that you never forget him, always asking him to tag along with you and san but you also don't seem to be processing the changes as well.

all the perks that comes with being in a relationship and how jongho just can't stick and follow you like a lost puppy because you have someone else to be directing all the love and attention to.

he adds, "i only said no because i thought it'd be better for you to spend time with san alone. the dude's cool and all but i think even he'd have a problem if i was to tag along with him and his girlfriend all the time."

san already saw through him once and jongho doesn't want any chances of reviving his suspicions.

"you could've just told me that, you know... instead of avoiding us," you say, after a few seconds of silence because it felt like the entire thing could've been made much less dramatic if he did.

"yeah..." he mutters under his breath, "i'm sorry."

"it's fine," you dismiss, swallowing the knot in your throat. "but i hope you know... just because i'm with san now, it doesn't change anything between me and you. you're still someone special to me. someone nobody else can be. i do love san, but he also isn't you..."

san can't seem to get your words out of his head.

"but i hope you know… just because i'm with san now, it doesn't change anything between me and you. you're still someone special to me. someone nobody else can be. i do love san, but he also isn't you…"

it wasn't in his intention to snoop or listen in, his arrival coincidentally just in time to hear the voices coming from the room and even more surprised when he heard jongho's.

"i only said no because i thought it'd be better for you to spend time with san alone. the dude's cool and all but i think even he'd have a problem if i was to tag along with him and his girlfriend all the time."

it was jongho's initial response that took his attention, not wanting to listen any further on a conversation that he wasn't meant to hear, but now intrigued and curious because he didn't think it'd be him who was the topic.

each second feeling the thickening tension even though he was just a witness, but it was clear you guys just had an argument. and when he decided he'd just go wait for you in his car until you text or call back, he didn't expect your mumbling voice and words to hit so hard.

"i do love san, but he also isn't you…"

words that makes him sit in his car and just contemplate because it was exactly what he was afraid of: possibly taking you from jongho when he likes you as well.

you and jongho have a chemistry and bond even he's a little jealous of. the boy with the upper hand because he's known you since forever so it's natural you would be the most comfortable around him.

san understands and acknowledges that, but if it doesn't make him insecure at times, he'd by lying. and now for you to say that, it only heightens his worst insecurities.

hey, i'm sorry. something came up. but i should be ready now. are you in your car? ❤️ - y/n

yeah 🙂 - san

he greets and kisses you upon arrival like any other day, your pretty presence getting in his car and him driving to the bowling alley a couple blocks from campus.

but how you know something's bothering him is how easy he is to read. always so loud and chaotic but now all of a sudden so quiet to the point you're doing most of the talking.

and by how much of his balls are landing in the gutters, it only confirms the thought; carefully thinking of how to bring it up once you two finally gets back to the car, you asking a soft, "you okay, baby?" that snaps his head towards you.

even his response a bit dazed as he tells you he's good.

"if something's bothering you, you can tell me," you assure him, sympathetic and loving eyes his direction.

san isn't very good at holding back even if he tries, his heart always on his sleeves and his emotions big and reactive. he's never been one to be afraid at expressing himself so he doesn't see the need to be now.

he lets a low sigh escapes first, not exactly scared of telling you what it is, but of your response.

"i heard what you said to jongho," he breaks it, voice sharp and a bit grumpy.

"oh," is the response that slips because you had a feeling, his text from 20 minutes ago showing on your lockscreen when jongho finally left, but the conversation wasn't exactly of any importance to yours and san's relationship... at least you don't think.

"did i say something wrong?" you ask, nerves beginning to tense because you would never do it intentionally.

"i don't know if wrong's the word, but it definitely hurts to hear i'm not the one despite being your boyfriend," he says, a mix of sad but also cute with a pout, you can't help but to find it a little endearing because you love him so much and don't know why he would ever think that.

"i would never say that," you barely defend, causing the pout on him to be paired with angry brows because he don't know why you look like you want to smile. he's in a literal crisis.

"but you did. you said you love me but i'm not jongho, so i don't know how anyone's supposed to interpret that?''

he's puzzled when you just giggle instead, shaking your head.

"san," you say his name with a certain fondness and love, "yes, you're not him. but he's also not you. you both are so different but special to me in your own ways, i meant to say that... if only you had stayed longer."

you watch the apprehension on his face turn a calm one at the realization; his droopy lips settling to its normal shape again as he lets out an, "oh."

"yeah. but i do love you. as my boyfriend and partner." you smile as you see him try to fight an even bigger one at your consolation.

"i love you too," he returns, his heart now fully rested and relieved.

jongho thinks about what you said to him. how much love you have for him and how much he means to you... as a friend.

and as he watches you get out of san's car, a sight he wasn't really meant to see but more so an overlap he just so happened to come from the library the same time--he's happy you're in the hands of someone like san.

he knows he will treat you right and make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

and one day, jongho will find someone who he can give the love san's given you, and it won't hurt anymore.

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~Sagittarius Full Moon~ Place the arrow on the bow and aim for your target with courage, for only the bold hit their mark.

Today, on May 23rd, the Sagittarius Full Moon graces us with its presence, welcoming in a delightful wave of adventure, fun, and playfulness!

It is quite uncommon to stumble upon a Full Moon that prompts us to embrace joy, not be overly serious, and to appreciate the diverse range of emotions that life has to offer.

During the Sagittarius Full Moon, there is a greater likelihood of embracing an abundant mindset and feeling optimistic about the future. When faced with past obstacles or challenges, the Full Moon now illuminates a path that reveals new possibilities and opportunities.

In order to fully tap into the power of this Full Moon, it is essential to cultivate a deep sense of gratitude. By focusing our attention on the blessings and prosperity that surround us, we can fully embrace our present circumstances and find inner tranquility. This will allow us to reap the rewards of the Full Moon’s influence.

The Full Moon in Sagittarius & Embracing Joy as Our Intention

Take advantage of the Full Moon as a gentle nudge to prioritize joy, celebrate what brings you happiness, and infuse your life with a sense of adventure and playfulness! Discover ways to add more joy and excitement to your daily routine.

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Releasing any feelings of shame and embracing the intention of finding joy can be incredibly beneficial. At times, it may seem that putting in effort is essential for a sense of productivity and impact. However, at times, the most impactful change we can bring to our own lives and the lives of those around us is by embracing our happiness and actively pursuing joy.

Discover how harnessing the powerful energies of the full moon can help you prioritize joy and witness the transformative impact it has on your life.

Exploring the Sagittarius Full Moon’s Sabian Symbol

The Sabian Symbol for this Full Moon is symbolized by a scene of a young child taking their first steps, a powerful metaphor for growth and development. While some may perceive a child learning to walk as slow or clumsy, it is actually a courageous endeavor. Children must possess a strong sense of determination, unwavering self-belief, and the understanding that they are capable of achieving their goals, even if they haven’t quite mastered them yet.

A child learning to walk displays remarkable determination, courage, and bravery as they venture into uncharted territory, persistently striving until they master the skill.

Perhaps you’re experiencing a phase in your life where you feel like a beginner, beginning anew. Maybe there’s a situation where you feel a bit lost and uncertain about the path you’re on.

The Full Moon inspires us to move forward. It inspires individuals to discover their inner strength and embrace new opportunities, pushing the boundaries of self-perception. It’s time to embrace the next phase of our destiny after all the time we’ve spent crawling.

The Full Moon in May presents a remarkable opportunity for growth and advancement, provided we are willing to seize it. It is possible that an opportunity will present itself or that something from our past will finally reach a culmination point. It appears that there is a fortunate alignment in the cosmos, which amplifies the power of our intentions.

The Sagittarius Full Moon and Neptune, the Planet of Dreams

During this Full Moon, Neptune, the planet associated with dreams, is highly influential, providing us with a surge of assistance in manifesting our personal aspirations. Embrace your aspirations and strive for greatness, allowing the radiant Full Moon to illuminate your path.

Creative projects will receive strong support from Neptune, enhancing their potential for success. We might experience a powerful wave of creative energy, enabling us to perceive and experience the world in a fresh and unique way.

When Neptune’s energy is powerful, it serves as a gentle nudge from the Universe to have faith in our intuition. When Neptune’s influence is strong, our intuition tends to become more heightened. It is a good time to pay attention to your inner voice, especially if there is something you need to let go of or move on from in your life.

Neptune will serve as our guiding force, leading us towards the completion of something significant. The powerful energies of the Full Moon will provide us with the reassurance that a new opportunity will soon present itself.

Exploring the Power of the May 2024 Full Moon

I am grateful.

Thank you.

To fully embrace the powerful energy of this Full Moon, it is essential to cultivate an abundant mindset. One effective method for achieving this is to practice gratitude. By cultivating gratitude for all that you possess, you can elevate your energy and perceive the world through a lens of positivity.

If you are currently facing challenges, consider the possibility of overcoming them by allowing yourself some time off and prioritizing activities that bring you joy. Focus on cultivating pleasure and joy as your intention, and observe how this mindset can positively influence your circumstances.

There is an abundance of bold and fearless energy present during the Sagittarius Full Moon, urging us to elevate ourselves and take that next leap forward. Just like a beginner taking their first steps, it’s natural to feel a bit apprehensive and unsure. However, with self-belief, we can navigate our path and find our way forward.

Full Moons are the perfect time in the month to wrap up or reach the peak of something. Neptune’s influence encourages us to rely on our intuition, even if we lack all the facts. Trusting in Neptune’s guidance can be powerful. It is important to have faith in our intuition. --by Conscious Reminder

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Hey

Can i please hsc TMNT 2012 (Mikey,Raph,Donnie,Leo,)

in which boys think that their feelings are reciprocated and they confess their feelings to the reader, how they react and deal with rejection

Thanks you

TMNT Reaction to confessing their feelings to s/o and getting rejected by them.

~Leo~

After mustering up the courage, Leo finally decides to confess his feelings to his crush, s/o. He pours his heart out, telling them how much they mean to him and how he's developed feelings for them over time. However, to his surprise and disappointment, s/o gently rejects him, explaining that they see him more as a brother and a leader than a romantic partner.

Leo is taken aback at first, feeling a mix of hurt and embarrassment. He tries to maintain his composure, not wanting to show his vulnerability in front of s/o. Deep down, he knew there was a chance of rejection, but it still stings nonetheless. Leo takes a moment to gather his thoughts and accepts s/o's response with grace, thanking them for their honesty.

Despite feeling a bit dejected, Leo handles the situation maturely. He understands that not everyone will reciprocate his feelings, and he respects s/o's decision. Leo decides to focus on their friendship and his duties as a leader, not letting his romantic feelings get in the way of their relationship. He continues to support s/o and be there for them, showing that he values their friendship above all else.

Leo takes the rejection as a learning experience, realizing that it's okay to put himself out there and take risks, even if it doesn't always turn out the way he hopes. He remains true to himself and continues to lead his brothers with strength and determination, knowing that his worth isn't defined by one person's response to his feelings.

~Raph~

Raphael is not one to easily open up about his feelings, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. However, when he starts to develop strong feelings for someone, he can't help but feel the need to confess. He finally musters up the courage to tell his significant other how he feels, expecting them to feel the same way.

When his s/o rejects his confession, Raphael is initially taken aback. He doesn't know how to process the rejection, feeling a mix of anger, hurt, and embarrassment. His first instinct is to put up a tough front and act like it doesn't affect him, but deep down, he is hurting.

Raphael struggles to come to terms with the rejection, feeling a sense of rejection and disappointment. He tries to bury his feelings and focus on other things, throwing himself into training and missions to distract himself. His brothers notice his change in behavior, and Donnie and Leo try to talk to him about what happened.

Eventually, Raphael opens up to his brothers about how he's feeling. He admits that he's hurt and confused, but he also realizes that he needs to respect his s/o's feelings and move on. With the support of his brothers, Raphael slowly begins to heal from the rejection, understanding that not everyone will feel the same way about him.

In the end, Raphael learns to accept the rejection and move forward, knowing that he is still loved and valued by his family and friends. He becomes stronger and more resilient, knowing that he can handle rejection and come out stronger on the other side.

~Donnie~

Donnie had been harboring feelings for his significant other for quite some time. He had always been a bit hesitant to confess his feelings, afraid of rejection or ruining their friendship. However, one day he mustered up the courage to finally tell them how he felt. With a nervous heart and shaky hands, Donnie poured his heart out to his s/o, hoping for the best.

Unfortunately, his confession was met with a gentle rejection. His s/o explained that while they cared deeply for Donnie, they did not see him in a romantic light. Donnie felt his heart sink as he processed the words, trying to hide the disappointment that washed over him.

In the aftermath of the rejection, Donnie took some time to himself to process his emotions. He felt a mix of sadness, embarrassment, and a tinge of anger at himself for misreading the situation. However, Donnie knew that he valued his friendship with s/o too much to let this rejection ruin it.

He eventually mustered up the courage to have a conversation with his s/o, expressing his gratitude for their honesty and reassuring them that he valued their friendship above all else. Donnie understood that rejection was a part of life and that it didn't diminish the bond they shared.

In the end, Donnie took the rejection as a learning experience, understanding that not every confession of love would be reciprocated. He continued to be a loyal friend to his s/o, cherishing the connection they shared despite the romantic feelings that went unrequited.

~Mikey~

Mikey had been crushing on his s/o for quite some time, constantly finding himself daydreaming about them and feeling his heart race whenever they were around. He finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, his excitement bubbling over as he prepared to tell them how he felt.

However, when he finally confessed, he was met with a gentle rejection. His s/o explained that they valued their friendship with Mikey and didn't want to risk ruining it by entering into a romantic relationship. Mikey's heart sank as he processed the rejection, feeling a mix of disappointment and sadness wash over him.

But true to his nature, Mikey didn't let the rejection bring him down for long. He respected his s/o's feelings and understood their perspective, even if it stung a little. He took some time to process his emotions, leaning on his brothers for support and finding solace in their comforting words.

Eventually, Mikey realized that their friendship was too important to him to let a rejection come between them. He accepted the situation with grace and maturity, choosing to focus on the positive aspects of their relationship rather than dwelling on what could have been. He continued to be a supportive friend to his s/o, showing them that his feelings wouldn't change just because they weren't reciprocated romantically.

In the end, Mikey's kind and understanding nature shone through, proving that he was not only the fun-loving party dude, but also a compassionate and resilient individual.

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The Lost Dragon 2 - Unity.

Summary: Four years into the reign of Vaelys and Aemond, the war for the stepstones is re-ignited.

Warnings - Mild Angst, Mild Drama, Memories, Discussion of War, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut - Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, P in V Sex.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

Word Count: 4407

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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"Bravo, Vhalarr!" Aemond exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You're a natural with the sword. Your form is perfect."

Vhalarr beamed under his grandfather's praise, as Aemond knelt down beside him. With a gentle touch, he adjusted Vhalarr's grip on the wooden sword, offering his guidance with a smile.

"Let me show you a few moves, Vhalarr," Aemond said, his tone gentle yet authoritative. With practiced ease, he demonstrated a series of basic techniques, each executed with precision and grace.

Vhalarr watched intently, absorbing every detail with wide-eyed fascination. His grandfather's words were like pearls of wisdom, precious and invaluable.

"Now, try it yourself, Vhalarr," Aemond encouraged, stepping back to give the young prince space to practice. And practice he did, with unwavering determination, his movements mirroring those of his grandfather.

After a few attempts, Vhalarr managed to replicate the moves, a happy grin spreading across his little face. Aemond's heart swelled with pride at the sight of his grandson's progress, a testament to the boy's natural talent.

With a sense of warmth and affection, Aemond scooped Vhalarr into his arms, lifting him high above the ground. The young prince giggled with delight, his arms wrapping tightly around his grandfather's neck as he nestled into the comforting embrace.

Soon Vhalarr smiled when spotted his grandmother, babbling eagerly as he called out to her.

"Gandma! Gandma!" Vhalarr babbled excitedly, his words tumbling forth in an enthusiastic rush. "I been training with gandpa! I a sword fighter!"

Vaelys couldn't help but chuckle at her grandson's exuberance, his enthusiasm infectious and heartwarming. She took him from Aemond and cradled him close.

"Training with your grandfather already, my sweet Vhalarr?" Vaelys replied, her laughter bubbling forth like a gentle melody.

Vhalarr pouted slightly at the gentle teasing, his expression one of earnest determination. "I big, gandma! I do it!"

"He's not wrong, my love," Aemond said, his voice warm with pride as he ruffled Vhalarr's silver hair affectionately.

"I'll be just like Gandpa!"

Aemond's heart swelled with pride at his grandson's proclamation, a smile of affection gracing his lips. "That's my boy," he murmured, his voice brimming with pride. "With dedication and courage, you can achieve anything you set your mind to."

Aemond then turned to his wife, a question dancing in his eyes. "Where is our granddaughter?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

Vaelys' expression softened as she replied, "Saeryna is in the gardens with Sovia, Jaehaera and Aegon, enjoying the sunshine and the company of her cousins".

Aemond smiled as he remembered the unexpected romance that had blossomed between his niece, Jaehaera, and Vaelys' brother, Aegon. At first, the notion had seemed improbable, even fantastical, yet as time passed, their love had flourished, proving that sometimes the most unlikely matches could yield the deepest bonds.

Reflecting on their union, Aemond couldn't help but marvel at the happiness they had found together. Jaehaera, with her whimsical spirit and fierce determination, had found solace and companionship in Aegon's steadfast presence. And Aegon, with his gentle demeanour and unwavering loyalty, had found in Jaehaera a love that surpassed all expectations.

Their union had been blessed with the arrival of two daughters, Rhaelys and Elaena, who brought light and laughter into their lives.

Helaena loved being a grandmother, her two granddaughters bringing much joy into her life.

As Vaelys began tickling Vhalarr, his laughter suddenly halted by the voice of another young boy, who sneered, "Look, that man has one eye".

For a moment, silence descended upon the courtyard. Aemond, felt a pang of discomfort, accustomed though he was to the stares and whispers that followed him wherever he went.

But before anyone could react, Vhalarr shimmed from his grandmother’s grasp and stepped forward, his small frame brimming with determination. "You shush up!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with righteous indignation. "My gandpa's brave he rides Vhagar and he’s the King-I'll chop you with my sword-"

A hush fell over the courtyard as Vhalarr's words hung in the air, his boldness drawing the attention of all who stood witness. Aemond looked on, stunned by his grandson's outburst yet unable to hide the swell of pride that welled within him.

Vaelys, too, watched with a mixture of surprise and admiration as her grandson stood up for his grandfather, his courage shining bright despite his tender age.

The other boy's mother, mortified by her son's behaviour, rushed forward to apologize. "I'm so sorry, Your Graces" she said, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "He doesn't know what he's saying. Please forgive him."

Aemond offered a gracious nod in response, his heart touched by Vhalarr's display of loyalty and courage. Though taken aback by his grandson's burst of violence, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride that the spirit of the dragon ran strong in young Vhalarr's veins.

"No mean-" muttered Vhalarr as he stuck his tongue out at the boy.

"Vhalarr is certainly his father's son," Vaelys remarked with a soft chuckle. "Daevyn always did have a fierce sense of loyalty towards you, seems as though Vhalarr has inherited it”.

Aemond nodded in agreement, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Indeed," he replied, his voice tinged with admiration. "To see such bravery in one so young-it's remarkable.”

Vaelys nodded thoughtfully, her gaze drifting toward the courtyard where Vhalarr was now twirling his wooden sword in his hand the sound of his delighted laughter ringing out like music in the air. "He's growing up so quickly," she mused, a hint of sadness touching her features. "It seems like only yesterday he was just a babe in Sovia's arms."

Aemond placed a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort and solidarity. "He may be young, my love, but he possesses the spirit of a dragon," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And with that fiery heart, there's no telling what he might accomplish."

Vaelys smiled, her heart warmed by her husband's words. "You're right," she agreed, her tone filled with pride. "Our grandson is destined for great things; of that I have no doubt."

After taking her usual walk around the Red Keep, nodding her head, and smiling politely at the many lords and ladies who greeted her, Vaelys came to a stop in the gardens watching silently as the sculptors worked diligently on a marble statue, their chisels carving intricate details into the stone.

Vaelys approached with quiet reverence, her heart swelling with emotion at the sight before her. There, in the centre of the garden, stood the figures of her parents, immortalized for all time.

Queen Rhaenyra, with her fierce beauty and indomitable spirit, stood tall and regal, her crown resting atop her head. Beside her stood her consort King Daemon, his features carved with a quiet strength and a hint of mischief in his eyes.

But it was the gesture that touched Vaelys' heart the most. The sculptors had captured her parents standing side by side, their hands clasped together in a gesture of eternal love and devotion.

Vaelys stood before the statue of her parents, her mind drifted back to the day her father, had departed from this world.

She remembered the heaviness in the air, the sombre atmosphere that hung over the Red Keep like a shroud. Her father's health had been failing for months, his heart and spirit broken by the loss of his beloved wife.

Vaelys had stood vigil by her father’s bedside, her heart heavy with sorrow yet filled with a profound sense of duty and love.

The memories of her father's final moments flooded her mind with bittersweet clarity. She recalled the solemnity of his voice, the strength in his gaze even as his body weakened with age and grief.

In those last moments, as Daemon's breath grew shallow and his eyes dimmed with the weight of his sorrow, he had called forth his son-in-law, with a voice that echoed with authority.

"Aemond-Take care of the family. Protect them as a dragon should."

Aemond had knelt by Daemon’s side, his gaze unwavering "I swear it," he had vowed, his voice steady with resolve. "I will defend them with my life”.

Her father’s funeral was a sombre procession through the streets of King's Landing, the air heavy with the weight of grief and loss.

The people of Kings Landing coming out in their droves to bid farewell to the Rogue Prince.

At the heart of the procession had been her father's wrapped body, laid upon a wooden pyre, with one of Rhaenyra’s shawls placed over him.

But it was the moment when Caraxes, her father's loyal dragon, had approached the pyre that had seared itself into Vaelys' memory like a brand upon her soul.

Caraxes had landed beside the pyre, his mournful whimpers lingering on the wind, originally Vermithor was going to have the honour of burning Daemn’s body, but Caraxes had ignited the pyre with a burst of flame.

His ashes were later placed with her mother's in the crypts.

In the wake of her father’s passing, Caraxes had withdrawn to the shadows of the Dragon pit, his once majestic form shrouded in sorrow, his mournful cries echoing through the ancient halls.

For weeks, Caraxes had lingered in solitude, his grief a palpable presence that hung heavy in the air. But then, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness had occurred.

It was the day that Vhalarr, her grandson, had come into the world. As if sensing the newborn's arrival, Caraxes had descended from the sky with a whistle and a shriek, his blood-red scales gleaming in the sunlight.

Helaena, ever wise and mysterious in her ways, had suggested that Daevyn, bring the newborn prince to Caraxes who had refused point blank to leave the courtyard.

Everyone watched with bated breath as Daevyn approached Caraxes with Vhalarr swaddled in his arms.

Sovia who was still recovering from giving birth had insisted on watched from the balcony of her chambers.

Daevyn unfurled his son from his blanket and held him towards Caraxes who lowered his head with a gentleness that belied his fearsome nature, his low rumbles and purrs igniting a spark between them.

Even more so when Vhalarr reached out and placed his little hand on Caraxes snout, with the dragon accepting him as his new rider, and from that day onwards Caraxes no longer lived in his sorrow and solitude.

The skies often alive with the sounds of his unique song as he flew overhead.

Perhaps it was actually Vhalarr's claim of Caraxes that had contributed to her grandson’s fiery nature, a reflection of the dragon's own fierce spirit.

One she hoped her father would be proud of.

As the members of the Small Council settled into their seats, the atmosphere in the council chambers grew sombre, the weight of the realm's concerns pressing upon them.

“There are troubling reports coming in from the Stepstones. It seems that the Triarchy is growing restless, and rumours of unrest are spreading like wildfire” said Jace.

Lord Thaddeus Rowan furrowed his brow in concern. "Unrest in the Stepstones could spell trouble for the entire realm," he remarked, his voice tinged with apprehension. "If the Triarchy were to rise up in rebellion, it could destabilize trade routes and threaten the security of our coastal regions."

Isembard Arryn, nodded in agreement. "Indeed," he concurred, his expression grave. "The Stepstones are a vital strategic location for trade and commerce. If they were to fall into chaos, it could have dire consequences for our economy."

"We cannot allow the Triarchy to threaten the peace and stability of the realm. We must take action to quell this uprising before it escalates further,” said Daevyn.

Alysanne Blackwood nodded her head. "I agree" she said, her voice calm yet authoritative. "We must send a strong message to the Triarchy that any attempts to disrupt the peace will be met with swift and decisive action."

Vaelys and Aemond exchanged a meaningful glance, silently communicating their shared resolve to address this threat to the realm's stability.

“While the threat of the Triarchy launching a direct attack on Driftmark may be unlikely, we cannot ignore the potential impact on our trade routes."

Jace leaned forward, his expression grave as he continued, "Driftmark serves as a key hub for maritime trade in the Narrow Sea. Should the Triarchy become bold enough to disrupt trade routes in the region, it could have far-reaching consequences for the economies of the entire realm."

Jace paused, allowing his words to sink in before pressing on, "Other settlements along the coast, such as Storm's End, are also vulnerable to attacks from the Triarchy should they grow bold enough."

His gaze swept across the table, meeting the eyes of each councillor in turn. "We must take pre-emptive measures to safeguard our trade routes and coastal settlements," he urged, his voice firm with determination. "We cannot afford to underestimate the threat posed by the Triarchy"

Vaelys turned to her husband, seeking his counsel on the matter at hand. "What do you recommend, Aemond?" she asked, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

Aemond's gaze met hers, his expression grave yet resolute. "My love," he began, his voice carrying the weight of his conviction, "I believe the best defence is a good offense. We have dragons at our disposal-“

He leaned forward, his eye blazing with determination. "-The Triarchy has been a recurring problem for years, disrupting trade and sowing chaos wherever they go," he continued. "It's time they faced the consequences of their actions. We should use our dragons to destroy them once and for all, to ensure that they can never threaten our realm again."

Vaelys considered his words carefully, knowing that the decision they made would have far-reaching implications for the realm. Yet she couldn't deny the logic of Aemond's argument. The Triarchy had proven themselves to be a persistent threat one her father had previously dealt with alongside Lord Corlys, and it was time to put an end to their reign of terror once and for all.

"Very well," she said, her voice firm with resolve. "Let us gather our forces and prepare to strike. The Triarchy will learn that House Targaryen is not to be trifled with."

“I will lead the attack with Vhagar at my side." Said Aemond firmly.

A murmuring of agreement rippled through the room as the councillors nodded in approval. Vhagar, the largest and most formidable of their dragons, was indeed the ideal choice for such a mission.

"I will also accompany you" declared Vaelys, her gaze unwavering.

Aemond's brow furrowed in concern as he turned to face his wife. "No, Vaelys," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You must remain in King's Landing. Your presence is needed here"

Vaelys' eyes flashed with indignation, her fists clenching at her sides. "And what of my duty to our people?" she demanded; her voice tinged with anger. "What kind of Queen am I, if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight for them?"

Her words hung in the air, a challenge to her husband's decision, a testament to her unwavering resolve.

Aemond sighed heavily, his expression softening with understanding. "You are a brave and noble Queen, my love," he conceded, his voice tinged with regret. "But your place is here, ensuring the safety and well-being of our people. I cannot bear the thought of you risking your life”

Vaelys met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I am not some weak coward to be sheltered away," she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I am a Targaryen, and I will fight alongside my husband to defend our realm."

"Vaelys, please," implored Aemond, "You know the dangers of battle. I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you."

But Vaelys remained steadfast, her resolve unyielding. "I will not be coddled like some fragile flower," she declared, her voice ringing with defiance. "I am a dragon rider, just like you. The blood of Daemon Targaryen flows through my veins”.

"Your Grace-Aemond, if you insist on leading the attack, then allow me to accompany you with Vermax," offered Jace, his voice filled with sincerity.

But Vaelys shook her head adamantly, her eyes flashing with determination. "No," she said firmly, her voice brooking no argument. "I will not be left behind while my husband faces danger. I will fight alongside Aemond-“

Aemond's heart swelled with pride at his wife's unwavering courage, yet his concern for her safety remained unabated. "Vaelys, please," he pleaded once more, his voice tinged with desperation. "I cannot bear the thought of losing you-“

But Vaelys remained resolute, her eyes blazing with determination. "Aemond, we are stronger together," she insisted, her voice soft yet unwavering. "Let us face this threat side by side, as equals, as partners, as Targaryen’s-I trust Sovia and Daevyn to remain steadfast in Kings Landing during our absence, with Alysanne to guide them”.

With a heavy sigh, Aemond nodded in resignation, knowing that he could not dissuade his determined wife.

“We will keep things in order mother-this I swear” said Sovia firmly as Daevyn nodded.

"At the end of the week, then," Aemond declared, his voice firm with conviction. "We will launch our attack on the Triarchy and put an end to their reign of terror once and for all."

Vaelys nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We will strike swiftly and decisively," she affirmed, her voice tinged with urgency.

"I will coordinate our naval forces to support the attack from the sea," Jace pledged, his voice steady with resolve. "Together, we will ensure the success of our mission”.

“We will meet tomorrow to discuss the plans more in depth-and send word to the dragon keepers I want the dragons well fed and rested” said Aemond.

“Good, now all of you clear the room-I wish to have a private word with my consort” ordered Vaelys.

The sounds of chairs scraping against the stone, echoed around the room, the council members eyeing each other curiously.

Daeron lingered for a moment before he too shuffled out of the room.

Vaelys waited until the door clicked shut behind him and when she was finally alone with Aemond, her demeanour shifted, her eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.

In one swift motion, she rounded on him, her hand reaching out to grasp his cock and balls in a vice-like grip. Aemond grimaced in pain, caught off guard by her sudden aggression.

"Never again-" Vaelys hissed through clenched teeth, her voice low and dangerous. "-Will you seek to undermine my authority"

Aemond winced, the pain radiating through his body as he struggled to find his voice. "Vaelys, please," he gasped, his words coming out in a strained whisper. "I meant no disrespect."

But Vaelys' grip only tightened, her gaze cold and unyielding. "You will learn to respect my authority," she declared, her voice filled with steel. "You will learn that I am not to be trifled with."

With a final squeeze, she released him, letting him stumble back in pain. Aemond sank back onto his chair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to compose himself.

"Remember my love-" Vaelys warned, her voice echoing in the empty room. "-I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone, least of all my own husband."

As Aemond nodded in silent acquiescence, Vaelys turned and strode from the room, leaving him to nurse his aching yet half hard cock.

Later that night, Aemond hesitantly entered their shared chambers. His footsteps echoed softly against the cool stone floors as he approached the doors leading to their bedchamber.

With a hesitant hand, he pushed open the doors, revealing the warm glow of candlelight flickering within. The sound of water softly lapping against the sides of the tub filled the room, and there, in the centre of it all, was Vaelys, lounging in the bath.

Her eyes met his as he entered, and for a moment, the weight of their earlier altercation hung heavy between them. But then, with a soft sigh, Vaelys motioned for him to approach.

Aemond stepped closer, his movements cautious as he approached the edge of the tub. The hot steam enveloped him, soothing his frayed nerves.

His gaze lingering on her bare breasts, his cock stirring in his breeches.

"Join me," Vaelys said softly, her voice a gentle invitation. "Let us put this day behind us and enjoy the peace of the night together."

Aemond nodded and began to disrobe, the weight of the day's events slowly slipping away with each piece of clothing he shed.

Without a word, Vaelys slid forward in the bath, making room for him behind her. Aemond hesitated for a moment, the water rippling softly around him as he lowered himself into the hot embrace of the bath.

As he settled in behind her, Vaelys leaned back against his chest, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes. Aemond wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his touch gentle yet reassuring.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Queen Vaelys shifted slightly in Aemond's embrace, her voice soft with sincerity. "Aemond," she began, her tone gentle yet remorseful, "I owe you an apology."

Aemond's arms tightened around her, a silent gesture of understanding and forgiveness. "Vaelys, there's no need," he started, but she gently interrupted him.

"No, please, let me speak," she insisted, turning slightly to meet his gaze. "I shouldn't have handled the situation earlier the way I did. I was-rash and aggressive"

“Vaelys-“

"I know you meant no disrespect, and I shouldn't have reacted so harshly," she continued, her voice tinged with regret. "You are my husband, my partner, and you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect, even in moments of disagreement."

Aemond's expression softened as he listened to her apology, his heart swelling with love and understanding. "Vaelys, my love," he said gently, pressed a kiss to her neck "There's nothing to forgive. We both said and did things in the heat of the moment that we regret, but what matters is that we move forward, together”.

“A-Aemond-” muttered Vaelys as he began to lather soap on her body.

"Vaelys-“he began, his voice gentle yet earnest, "I owe you an apology as well. I realize now that I was wrong to insist that you stay behind in King's Landing."

“I-I-“ gasped Vaelys her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her husband’s hard cock pressed against her.

"You are not some weakling woman to be sheltered away. You are the Queen, and you are more than capable of facing whatever challenges come your way."

“Aemond-“

“-My wife. My Vaelys-” muttered Aemond as he began peppering kisses on the back of her neck whilst he continued to run his soapy hands all over her body.

“Oooh you-“ moaned Vaelys when she felt her husband’s hand reach further down, his fingers beginning to tease her folds.

“But I need you to understand, Vaelys, that being Queen comes with a level of responsibility that cannot be taken lightly," he explained. "I only wanted to protect you, to ensure that you remain safe and secure while I face the dangers ahead."

His finger’s continuing to tease her, slowly.

"I-I know, Aemond," she replied softly, her voice filled with forgiveness. "And I appreciate your concern for my well-being”

Aemond smiled, his teeth nipping at her neck, as he slipped a finger inside her.

“A-Aemond-Oh-please-“ whimpered Vaelys.

“Hmmm-how I love to hear my Queen beg-“ growled Aemond, his thumb now encircling her pearl.

Vaelys reached back and coiled her hands in her husbands long silver hair, her hips rocking against his hand.

“Issa valzȳrys-issa dārys” (My husband-my King).

“That’s it-“ encouraged Aemond, as he added another finger.

“Please-Aemond” begged Vaelys.

“Come for me issa dāria” whispered Aemond (My Queen).

“Aemond-“ shrieked Vaelys her body going rigid as she peaked.

"I love you more than words can express. You are the light of my life, the beating of my heart” muttered Aemond as he withdrew his hand and pressed his face into his wife’s shoulder.

“A-Aemond” stuttered Vaelys.

“What is it my love-what do you need?” asked Aemond smirking.

Vaelys lifted her hips and reached behind her to take hold of Aemond’s hard cock.

After teasing her husband with a few slow strokes, Vaelys lowered herself onto him.

“You-I need you inside me” whispered Vaelys.

Aemond groaned loudly when Vaelys was fully seated in his lap, his hands grasping his wife’s hips tightly as he began to move.

"I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you," he admitted, his voice catching with emotion. "The very idea of a world without you in it is unbearable to me."

Vaelys gripped the sides of the bathtub for support as Aemond began thrusting into her. The water splashing over the edge as the force of Aemond’s thrusts increased.

Vaelys' eyes glistened with tears as she listened to his heartfelt words. Aemond continued, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "My heart, my soul, they belong to you," he declared, his love pouring forth like a river overflowing its banks. "Without you, I am nothing. You are my everything, Vaelys”.

Aemond loved fucking Vaelys from behind. She was so perfect. He loved her soft body and would never tire of feeling her wet heat wrapped around him.

“I love you, Aemond-I love you" she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

Vaelys rocked her hips backwards in time with Aemond’s thrusts. Her loud moans echoed around their bed chambers.

“ñuhon” growled Aemond (Mine).

“A-Aemond. Yes. Yes. H-Husband” whined Vaelys as Aemond shifted slightly and began thrusting deeper inside her.

“I want to stuff my cock deep inside you and never leave” moaned Aemond.

“Aemond. P-Please” cried Vaelys as she felt Aemond sucking on her neck.

“Take it. Take all of me” groaned Aemond.

Vaelys began convulsing around him, making the sweetest noises as Aemond began fucking her harder.

His fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, he was close so close, just a little more-

Aemond held Vaelys tight to him as his cock throbbed, spilling his seed.

“My love. My sweet” exclaimed Aemond as Vaelys sagged against him.

"Looks like we've flooded our chambers-" muttered Vaelys.

"Tomorrows problem I can assure you-right now I just want to take my Queen to bed-" replied Aemond.

"Is once not enough for my insaitable husband?" asked Vaelys gasping as she felt his cock twitching inside her.

"Once is never enough when it comes to you my sweet"

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thefutureisus2020 · 10 months

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Love Unveiled Amongst the Shelves

Using this prompt from my other Melissa Schemmenti post "She won’t admit this but she fell in love with you the moment she saw you. It was your very first day as the new Librarian at Abbotts."

It was a crisp autumn morning as you stepped into the quaint town of Abbotts. Leaves of gold and crimson danced in the breeze, welcoming you to a new chapter in your life. With a determined smile, you gazed at the charming library building that stood before you. This was your first day as the new librarian, and you were eager to dive into your new role.

As you entered the library, you couldn't help but be in awe of its beauty. The shelves were filled with a myriad of books, their spines a tapestry of knowledge waiting to be explored. You took a deep breath, the scent of aged pages and adventure filling your senses. Your excitement was palpable, and you could hardly contain it.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of curious eyes watched from behind a bookshelf. Melissa Schemmenti, the reserved yet enigmatic assistant librarian, had been observing your every move. She had seen many librarians come and go, but something about you struck a chord within her.

Melissa's heart raced as you moved about the library, arranging books and greeting patrons with a warm smile. She was captivated by your grace, the way you effortlessly navigated the stacks and engaged with readers. She admired the passion that radiated from you, a passion she had buried deep within herself.

Days turned into weeks, and Melissa found herself stealing glances whenever you were around. She marveled at the way you brought life to the library, turning it into a place of not just learning, but also of connection and community. Your laughter echoed through the hallways, creating a harmonious melody that filled the hearts of those who entered.

One evening, as the sun cast a golden glow over the library, you found yourself alone at a table, engrossed in a book. Melissa mustered the courage to approach you, her heart fluttering like a delicate butterfly. "May I join you?" she asked, her voice a soft, melodic whisper.

You looked up, a surprised yet welcoming smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Melissa. Please, have a seat."

As the two of you chatted about books, life, and dreams, an unspoken connection blossomed. Melissa was drawn to your kindness, your intellect, and the way you seemed to understand the hidden corners of her heart. And you, in turn, were captivated by her quiet strength, her vast knowledge, and the way her eyes lit up whenever she spoke about the stories she held within.

With each passing day, your bond deepened. You shared secrets, hopes, and fears, weaving a tapestry of intimacy that was uniquely yours. And all the while, the library became a haven where your love story unfolded amidst the whispers of old tales.

One evening, as a gentle rain tapped against the windows, Melissa finally mustered the courage to reveal her feelings. "There's something I need to tell you," she confessed, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I won't admit this, but I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. It was your very first day as the new librarian at Abbotts."

You were taken aback, your heart skipping a beat. Gazing into Melissa's eyes, you realized that the feelings you had been harboring were reciprocated. With a soft smile, you reached out and took her hand in yours. "Melissa, I feel the same way. From the moment I walked into this library, you've held a special place in my heart."

Tears glistened in Melissa's eyes as she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the love that had blossomed within the walls of the library.

And so, amidst the pages of timeless stories and the hushed whispers of books, your love story continued to flourish, a testament to the magic that can be found in the most unexpected of places. The library, once a repository of knowledge, had now become a sanctuary for two hearts that had found their forever home in each other.

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accioharrington · 16 days

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drunk prince, park sunghoon

pairing: prince!sunghoon x princess!reader

synopsis: sunghoon is drunk, but that doesn't stop him from confessing his love for Y/n.

warning: alcohol, fluff

word count: 1k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ONCE UPON A TIME in the whimsical kingdom of Eldoria, there lived a charming and carefree prince named Sunghoon. Known for his mischievous adventures and love for a good time, Prince Sunghoon was the heartthrob of the kingdom. However, there was one maiden who had captured his heart like no other – Princess Y/n.

Princess Y/n was not only known for her beauty but also her kindness and grace. She had a smile that could light up the darkest room, and her presence was enough to calm the wildest storms. It was no secret in the kingdom that Prince Sunghoon harboured a deep affection for Princess Y/n, but he had yet to find the courage to confess his feelings.

One festive evening, the kingdom was celebrating the annual Midsummer Festival. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the scent of delicious treats. Prince Sunghoon, known for his love of revelry, found himself at the centre of the festivities, enjoying the merriment alongside his loyal subjects.

As the night progressed, Prince Sunghoon, fueled by the festive spirits, found himself indulging in one too many cups of the kingdom's famous elderberry wine. His laughter echoed through the castle halls, and his steps became a tad unsteady. In his inebriated state, the mischievous prince decided it was finally time to reveal his feelings to Princess Y/n.

With a wobbly determination, Prince Sunghoon stumbled towards the grand ballroom where the princess was gracefully waltzing with the other nobles. The room was adorned with twinkling lights, casting a magical glow over the dancing couples. Spotting Princess Y/n in a stunning gown of midnight blue, Prince Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat.

As he approached the princess, his loyal companion, a mischievous court jester named Ni-ki, tried to intervene. "Perhaps, my prince, it's not the best time," Ni-ki whispered, attempting to guide Sunghoon away. But the determined prince shook his head and continued on his path.

"Princess Y/n!" Prince Sunghoon slurred, drawing the attention of the entire ballroom. The music came to a screeching halt, and all eyes turned to the intoxicated prince.

Princess Y/n, a mixture of surprise and amusement on her face, approached the swaying prince. "Prince Sunghoon, what brings you here in such high spirits?" she inquired with a giggle.

"I... I have something important to tell you!" Prince Sunghoon declared, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

The courtiers exchanged amused glances, and even the stoic guards struggled to hide their smirks.

"Tonight, under the stars and amidst the twinkling lights, I must confess – I love you, Princess Y/n! You are the most enchanting, bewitching, and utterly... amazing person I've ever met!" Prince Sunghoon proclaimed, his words punctuated by a hiccup.

Princess Y/n's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Well, Prince Sunghoon, I must say that's quite the declaration."

The onlookers burst into laughter, and even Ni-ki couldn't contain his amusement. Prince Sunghoon, unaware of the comedic turn of events, beamed at the princess.

"Perhaps, my prince," Princess Y/n teased, "we should continue this conversation when you're a bit more... sober?"

And so, amidst laughter and joy, the Midsummer Festival continued, leaving the kingdom with a tale of a drunk prince and his charmingly awkward confession of love. Little did Prince Sunghoon know that his courageous, albeit tipsy, declaration would become a cherished memory, spoken of with fondness for generations to come in the kingdom of Eldoria.

After the uproarious confession at the Midsummer Festival, Princess Y/n couldn't help but find Prince Sunghoon's intoxicated state endearing. With a gentle smile, she took his arm and led him away from the amused crowd, deciding it was best to guide him to his chamber before he caused any more mischief.

As they walked through the castle halls, Prince Sunghoon leaned on the princess for support, his steps still a bit unsteady. "You're like a beautiful star, Y/n," he mumbled, causing her to chuckle softly.

"Thank you, Prince Sunghoon. But let's get you to bed before you start comparing me to the moon or something," she teased.

Reaching the prince's bedroom, Princess Y/n helped him onto his plush canopy bed. However, Prince Sunghoon seemed unwilling to let go of her arm. "You're comfy," he declared with a wide grin, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

Princess Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his adorable antics. "Well, thank you, Your Highness. Now, it's time for you to rest," she said, gently trying to extricate herself from his grasp.

"No, stay," Prince Sunghoon pleaded, his eyes pleading like a child who didn't want to be left alone.

Unable to resist his charm, Princess Y/n sighed playfully. "Alright, just for a moment."

She settled beside him on the bed, and Prince Sunghoon immediately snuggled closer, resting his head on her shoulder. "You smell nice," he mumbled, causing the princess to giggle.

"Thank you, Prince Sunghoon. Now, close your eyes and rest," she suggested, gently stroking his hair.

The prince obediently closed his eyes but couldn't resist holding onto Princess Y/n's hand. "You won't leave, will you?" he asked, his voice a mix of sleepiness and vulnerability.

Princess Y/n's heart melted at his innocence. "No, I won't leave. I'll stay until you're sound asleep," she reassured him.

As Prince Sunghoon drifted into a peaceful slumber, Princess Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected sweetness that emerged from his inebriated state. The once mischievous and carefree prince now lay before her, vulnerable and clingy in the most endearing way.

As the night unfolded, Princess Y/n found herself cherishing this unique and heartwarming moment. Little did she know that the tale of the drunk prince's adorable clinginess would become a cherished story in the kingdom, passed down through the generations as a testament to the whimsical nature of love in Eldoria.

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kittyadore · 11 months

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finding light in the shadows

—𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦!1610 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴' 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 —𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 —𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 0,8𝘬 —𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, this ones quite short, but i promise more stuff coming soon. i missed you all so much and thank you for all the love and support !!

The wind howled outside, and rain pounded against the windows with relentless fury. Thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the very foundation of your courage. You sat huddled in your darkened apartment, your heart racing, your palms sweaty. Fear gripped you tightly, as it always did when the sun set and the shadows grew long.

As the storm intensified, a sudden crack of lightning illuminated the night sky, followed by a deafening crash of thunder.In a singular moment, the electricity ceased its flow, plunging your surroundings into an abyss of total darkness. Tremors of panic coursed through you as you grappled with the unsettling realization that you could not endure another solitary minute in the darkness. With your parents absent, away from the city, the weight of self-reliance was pressed upon your shoulders.

Gathering the pieces of bravery you had left, you ventured into the empty corridor, your faltering steps a testament to your determination to escape the suffocating grip of the blackness. Each footfall echoed through the stillness as you sought solace and respite from the overwhelming void that threatened to consume you. Your heart pounded as you stumbled blindly, feeling your way along the cold, familiar walls. You hesitated, trembling, outside your neighbor's door, the faint glow of a candle flickering through the gap beneath it.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to knock gently. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit apartment and a concerned face peering at you through the crack. The sight of Miles, your neighbor, made you feel safer as his presence always brought a sense of calm.

"Miles," You stuttered, your voice quivering, "I... I'm terrified of the dark, and the relentless storm has robbed us of electricity. Can I stay with you until it comes back on?"

Miles' sight studied you for a moment, understanding dawning in his eyes. Without a word, he swung the door open wide, inviting you inside. You stepped hesitantly into his apartment, your heart still racing, but the reassurance of the soft candlelight began to ease your fear.

As you entered, Miles guided you to his cozy living room, where the gentle flicker of candlelight illuminated the space. The familiar scent filled the air, a comforting aroma that wrapped around you like a warm embrace.

"My parents aren't home now, so we are kinda on our own."he began, extending a welcoming gesture toward the couch "They should be back soon though." Surrendering to the plushness of the cushions, you felt a comforting wave of security envelop you. The storm continued to rage outside, but within the safety of Miles' apartment, you began to feel a glimmer of peace.

"I'm sorry for intruding," You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Miles shook his head, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "Nonsense. You're always welcome here. We all have our fears, and it's okay to seek comfort when we need it."

The boy moved toward a small bookshelf and returned with a thick blanket, draping it over your shivering shoulders. The warmth of the blanket, combined with his kind words, helped to calm your racing heart.

As you sat in the soft glow of the candles, Miles shared stories of his own fears and how he had overcome them. He spoke of the power of resilience and the strength that lay dormant within you, waiting to be awakened. His words became a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume you.

Hours passed, the storm gradually subsiding outside. The distant rumble of thunder was replaced by a gentle patter of rain, as if nature itself had heeded Miles' reassuring tales. The power remained out, but within the safety of his apartment, you found solace in the boy's company.

With renewed courage, you stood up, the blanket slipping from your shoulders. "Thank you, Miles," You said, your voice steady. "Your kindness and wisdom helped a lot. I think it's time for me to come back to my own apartment."

Miles nodded, his eyes filled with pride. "Remember, you are never alone. Whenever you need someone, or the darkness threatens to overwhelm you, I'll be here, ready to lend a helping hand."

Embracing the newfound strength within you, you stepped toward the door. As you turned the knob and faced the dark corridor once more, you knew that even in the absence of light, you carried a flickering flame of resilience within your heart.

As you ventured back into the shadows, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Miles and the courage he had inspired in you. Together, you had conquered the darkness, and from that day forward, you would never again let fear hold you captive.

The storm had passed, and the power would soon return, but the true source of light in your life had been illuminated that night — the unwavering kindness and support of a neighbor who had become a true friend.

And so, armed with newfound strength and resilience, you walked back into the embrace of your own place, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that you was never truly alone in the darkness.

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dc-and-arfrona · 1 year

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Fears

Nightwing x GN!Reader

Based of this prompt: "Biggest fear?" "Not loving you well enough for you to find someone else."

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 700+

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Nightwing stood before you, his gaze filled with concern and vulnerability. "Biggest fear?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to reveal the truth. "Not loving you well enough for you to find someone else," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. Nightwing's eyes widened, his expression a mix of surprise and sadness.

He reached out, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "No, don't think that," he pleaded, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You've loved me with all your heart, and I've never doubted that for a second."

A bittersweet smile graced your lips as you leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand against your skin. "But love alone isn't always enough," you murmured, your voice tinged with melancholy. "We both deserve to find happiness, even if it means going our separate ways."

Nightwing's brows furrowed, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. "I understand," he said, his voice tinged with resignation. "But it doesn't mean it hurts any less."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out, your hand intertwining with his. "I know," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "Leaving you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it's what's best for both of us."

Nightwing pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if he could somehow prevent the impending heartbreak. "I'll always cherish the love we shared," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. "And if there ever comes a time when you need me, I'll be there for you, no matter what."

You clung to him, finding solace in his comforting presence. "I'll never forget what we had," you replied, your voice trembling. "You showed me a love so pure and beautiful, and I'll forever be grateful for that."

As the weight of your decision settled upon you both, you shared one last tender moment, savoring the closeness and the warmth that would soon become a distant memory. Nightwing pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch filled with an unspoken farewell.

"Take care of yourself," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and acceptance. "And may you find the happiness you deserve."

With tears streaming down your face, you nodded, your heart heavy with the ache of goodbye. Sometimes, love meant having the courage to let go, even when it felt unbearable.

And so, in the midst of a heartbreaking farewell, Nightwing and you parted ways, their souls forever imprinted upon each other's hearts. Each embarking on a journey of self-discovery, hoping to find solace in the arms of new love while carrying the cherished memories of what once was.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Nightwing and you found yourselves navigating the world without the familiar presence of each other. The void left by the absence was palpable, a constant ache that reminded them of what they had lost.

Nightwing immersed himself in his duties, throwing himself into his crime-fighting persona. But no matter how many criminals he apprehended or lives he saved, his heart still longed for the connection he once shared with you.

As for you, every day was a battle to fill the void within. You threw yourself into work, surrounding yourself with friends and distractions, yet there was always a lingering emptiness that couldn't be erased.

One fateful night, as Nightwing patrolled the city streets, his thoughts drifted back to you. The memories of your love flooded his mind, the laughter and the shared moments echoing in his heart. He couldn't bear the thought of letting go completely.

With newfound determination, Nightwing set out to find you. The search led him to a small cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. As he entered, his gaze scanned the room, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted you sitting alone at a table, a hint of sadness in your eyes.

Nightwing's steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. He approached your table, the anticipation and nervousness building within him. When you glanced up and saw him, a mix of surprise and longing washed over your face.

"You came," you breathed, your voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Nightwing nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I had to," he admitted, his voice laced with determination. "Because even after everything, I still love you. I can't let go."

A tear escaped your eye as you reached out, your hand trembling as it cupped his cheek. "I've missed you so much," you confessed, your voice filled with longing. "But we need to take things slow, rebuild what we lost."

Nightwing's lips curled into a tender smile as he leaned in, closing the distance between you. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes," he whispered, his breath mingling with yours. "Because a love like ours is worth fighting for."

And as their lips met in a passionate and heartfelt kiss, Nightwing and you embarked on a journey of reconciliation, determined to heal the wounds of the past and create a future where their love could flourish once more.

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A Question of Loyalty X

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader

Word count: 2k

Note: Sorry if it’s very short ;(

Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.

“I’ll apologize to him, aunt Y/N. I never meant for him to lose his eye.”

“Oh, my handsome Lucerys. He might not have your hair but he sure has your gentle heart.” Rhaenyra would breathe.

Your heart swelled, for though you knew he was not your brother's, you saw them as your rightful nephews, as your own flesh and blood.

“You’ve grown.”

“I wish we were more alike. People wouldn't look down on me if we were."

“Hey, hey. You're perfect just the way you are, Luke. Don't ever let anyone make you feel less."

“I'm afraid."

“You don't have to be, sweet prince."

“No one wants me to precede Grandfather. I— I don't want to disappoint you. I really don't."

“You are not and never will be on your own. We'll teach you and you'll learn. Everything will be fine, I promise."

“I've missed your presence, aunt. Why didn't you visit us even once after my father’s death? You just— forgot about us."

"I would never forget about any of you, Luke. Never."

"Then why did you neglect us for so long?"

"I— it's hard to explain. But I should never have. How I wish I could go back in time and be there for you."

"It's all right. There's nothing to forgive. I… we, Jace and I understand that mother and you had your own personal issues. What matters now is that you showed you still care."

"You are what matters. So does your brother. Joffrey is still very young but he is very dear to me too. You three, my beloved princes."

Luke found a den inside you, he clung to you so tightly that you could feel your brother in that snug embrace.

He was well protected, no harm would come his way.

—

What happened next was tragedy.

Aemond’s return was amidst pure shock. And your heart stopped when he confessed his crime.

“I didn’t— I—“ He mumbled with redden eyes. He knew what this meant.

So did Alicent.

So did you.

The thread of peril was at hand. But your soul felt even heftier, as you commenced to fathom Rhaenrya's pain. Nothing weighed heavier, for there is no greater pain than outliving your children.

Aemond was reluctant to talk about it. He was heartbroken, too ashamed to face you. Yet he gathered courage and tried to do the right thing. Even when he couldn't reverse his wrong.

"Vhagar disobeyed me. It wasn't my—“ He paused for a second. "I only meant to scare him. To taunt him. And Vhagar—“

“That’s enough.” You spoke up.

“Do you hate me?” He tremulously asked, never meeting your glance. Tons of guilt already harbored within.

“He was only fourteen.”

"He gouged out my eye when we were much younger. There was no justice."

"This was justice for you?"

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, Aemond?”

You left him alone with his mind to torment him. A part of you wished you could offer him comfort. However, you couldn't.

You just couldn’t.

—

In the small council chamber, you were officially granted a seat. The Greens discussed what would happen next, and how stupid Aemond was. Aegon wore a proud grin, even congratulating his brother for "getting rid of one of those bastards," though he knew better than to mutter those words in your presence.

“The bitch will strike anytime. We have to be prepared.”

You wanted to be anywhere but there. Your heart sank and collapsed.

“She might. She might not.” Truth be told, you wanted to believe that she would still refrain from attacking, but now that her son had been taken from her so brutally, there was no way around it.

“She will! She’ll seek revenge. We’ll brawl dragon against dragon. Her children's are still small, too weak to fight. Vhagar, Silverwing and Dreamfyre will crash them."

“Your Grace, you do realize of all the lives that are at stake if the dragons quarrel over the city? Thousands will suffer the repercussions."

"Is that it or are you determined not to fight them?"

"They have strong dragons too. Caraxes and Syrax, Meleys. Queen Helaena doesn't even ride Dreamfyre, how are we supposed to match them?"

"You're forgetting Sunfyre. We'll summon Daeron to join as well. We'll use every damn dragon at our disposal. You'd rather stay out of it, wouldn't you, Y/N?"

"I would not advise your wife & little brother to take part in actual dragon-on-dragon combat. It is far too dangerous. Daeron is only thirteen."

"He must learn the ways of war.”

"No." You firmly said. The young King scoffed.

"You have always overprotected my brother, my lady. No wonder he’s still a soppy wean."

"That's enough, Aegon." Alicent interjected.

You stormed outside the chamber fuming. Honestly, what the hell? You couldn't begin to understand where all this hatred against his nephews came from. They used to be little kids scampering around and laughing together. It made you very sad to see that they had long since forgotten that and that it had come to this.

Larys subtly stepped out to trail after you.

“My lady, you ought not to defy our young King in front of his councilors. Poor choice of words if you ask me though. Still, I agree with him, Prince Daeron must indeed come join his brothers, now more than ever before we are outnumbered.”

“Why did you follow me, my lord?”

“Near Queen Helaena you must remain. Filthy rats come crawling both for fresh bread and leftovers. They prowl in the dark cellars, they leave a trail of red, a trail of ugly yellow."

“What the hell are you babbling about?”

“Be aware, my lady. You don’t want to fail them, do you? But you wouldn’t want to steal their chance either. A nonviable dilemma.”

“I’m not to solve any puzzles. Whatever it is, spit it out, Lord Larys - and what's it got to do with Helaena?"

“Life’s a puzzle. Haven’t you heard? You put one piece together, and if one is missing, you’ll never get to complete it. Meaning you go phut. And you’re the bravest there is, are you not?”

That echoed in your mind. You wanted to be a hero, wanted to save your whole family, and that included both parties.

—

King's Landing continued to hold its breath as the years flew by and no male heir to its rulers was born.

People whispered that they might be cursed. For all the miscarriages had proved it so.

However, the Capital was filled with a pampered face full of beauty, courage & stubbornness.

The Realm’s Delight.

Whose heart you just broke not long ago.

You were certain she held a grudge against her other former companion, not that it was in Rhaenyra's nature to be bitter towards anyone, but after the talk you shared you literally fled from her. Too embarrassed to even look at her, for when you stole a glance at her without her noticing, your still vulnerable heart would creep back to her.

It’ll go away, you would repeat night after night.

Alicent wore the appropriate attire for your trip to the Reach, and a grin as large as the Narrow Sea appeared on her features as soon as she spotted yours.

You were taking her home.

Alicent was still a teenager in love. She was not only infatuated, she was genuinely in love with you.

She was terrified as hell, but once you settled in your saddles and took flight a rush of adrenaline blootered her heart, thwacking hastily, threatening to break free.

She had to conceal her feelings, she had to..

“You’ve been quiet.” You uttered smoothly. The wind was inviting and so was your voice.

“Should have brought a book with me.” She quipped.

“Books are dull.” You replied nonchalantly. You could feel Alicent rolling her eyes at your dismissal. “But you are not.” You snickered.

“What am I then?”

“A gorgeous lass.”

She flustered at your praise, which you sensed from the heat irradiating off her body.

Not gorgeous enough to make you see me, she would thought.

“Issi ao ēdrugī yet, hāedar? (Are you weary yet, girl?)” Meekly you asked Silverwing, she yowled in a way Alicent couldn’t make sense out, but you seemed to understand her noises perfectly.

“How do you know what that means?” She curiously inquired.

“It’s our bond. It’s like.. I can nigh feel her emotions, as she does mine. A connection that runs through our veins.”

Alicent was mesmerized, she clasped tighter onto your waist, you didn’t mind at all the contact.

“Would you teach me some Valyrian?” You smiled sweetly as you turned to look at her.

“Let’s try this: “Silverwing, jiōragon īlva ilagon va se parmon”

“Whoah couldn’t you start with something easier?” She countered and you tittered.

“You are one intelligent lady, my lady. You can manage.” You encouraged her.

“Uhm, come again please?”

“Silverwing, jiōragon īlva ilagon va se parmon.” You spelled it slower so that she would catch the words, she dallied a few seconds before repeating after you.

“Silverwing, jiuragon ilva ilagon va se parmon.”

“Alicent you just told Silverwing to joggle us!” You yelled, simulating trepidation.

“What? No no no! I said the sentence you told—“

You dissolved into laughter too loud you were sure every flying creature could hear you, Alicent frowned before comprehending she had been gullied.

“Why are you laughing at me? I’m sorry I’m not fluent in your tongue.”

“You’re a natural, you nailed it.” You cheered.

“You’re mean and a terrible teacher.” Her tone gave her away cause soon after she was chuckling along you.

Silverwing started to descend the sky steadily.

“You asked her to get us down.”

“Ah, did I? You are a liar Y/N!”

“I am not. Well, partly. And yes you did, my lady. But she obeyed you. She really must have taken a liking in you.”

“Did you coax her to?”

“No. You simply seem to get along well.”

Alicent smiled happily at that. You landed on a meadow full of lots & lots of colorful plants. The grass was a soft green, a river was near sight, complete with sparkling stream.

“Come.” You offered your hand and climbed off your precious dragon to stretch your legs and stroll the peaceful place. You tangled your arm around Alicent subtly, and she leaned on you.

“Never imagine it could be this much variety of flora in one single spot. It’s.. beautiful.”

It was undeniably a pretty view; but not as pretty as the one Alicent had before her eyes.

“These ones are called Meadow Daisies.” She pointed to the white ones with yellow in the middle. You collected up a few as you passed by. Alicent was too focused on them and her explanations to notice you doing so.

“These ones Rapeseeds.” Now signaled to those yellow flowers with four petals.

“Woolly blue violets.” The air blowing tepidly on them.

“They also do have a charming scent.” You both giggled.

“And last but not least, wild poppies!” They were deep scarlet, flared shape.

“I’m so impressed right now. You know your way around, it’s so.. wow. Fascinating.”

“Do you still think my books are dull?”

“Syt se prettiest rūklon konīr iksos.” (For the prettiest flower there is) You improvisedly embossed them together and handed them over to her as the sun was still at its hilt.

Alicent stole the spotlight, for all the wild flowers scattered around were unequivocally jealous of her.

She complemented the landscape so perfectly.

“Only got “prettiest”. Alicent skittishly giggled again.

“It’s up to you if you start learning Valyrian.” You jested and Alicent didn’t push it. Instead, her healt melted at your pick-up flowers, & flushed at your must-be compliment.

A kiss.. what Alicent wouldn’t surrender for a kiss.

—

The lingering ache for your nephew pounded over & over, and so did Lary’s riddles.

You almost scuttled to your dragon but the image of your redhead flashed immediately, you wouldn’t abandon her now, would you? Nor your dear Helaena. Despite Otto’s threat you still stayed because you wanted to stay.

Rhaenyra had done nothing but mess with your heart, with your feelings. Rhaenyra was off limits.

Alicent has always loved you and you alone. That much was clear to everyone.

You were needed here, not there.

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