#but whatever she chooses is her choice and i won’t let something like that get in the way of my love for her

[rushtoprove]

to deceive a prince

pairing: aemond targaryen x f!reader rating: general audiences word count: 6k+ summary: when aemond targaryen shows interest in courting your little sister, she employs your help to capture his attention through sharing letters and notes, all the while acting as if you are her. it was never meant to become so complicated. warnings: medieval catfishing? rom-com vibes. a little bit of fluff because my masterlist was getting to angsty so i needed something to lighten it up. catfishing bad in real life obviously. This has been flagged as mature by the tumblr gods but i promise it’s not.

“Please!” You wanted to curse your sister. Could she not see you were enjoying the peace of the gardens? That you were content simply reading beneath the oak tree that kept you hidden from the surrounding courtiers? Why did she need to pester you with such idiotic conversation? 

“Repeat it again?” You were in disbelief at what your younger sister had just requested of you, but her excitement rendered her oblivious to the discomfort. 

“Prince Aemond requested me as a dance partner at the ball last night and now I am in love! But I woke up to this letter beneath my door and I do not know how to reply! Or what some of the words mean. He was so sullen with me last night that I thought he must have hated me so. But he likes me!” She spun around in childish glee, ignoring your widened eyes and cruel laughter. 

“So, you want me to write back to him? As you? This morning did you not call him a tedious bore? You said you regretted wasting a dance on him, if I recall correctly?” 

“Yes, yes, I know! I was too devastated that he did not like me, so I had no choice but to mask my despair. I know you understand what I’m asking for, I do not know why this is the fourth time you want me to repeat it you obviously know what I’m talking about!” 

“Tell me one more time for good luck.” You could help but play with Mariyanna now, enjoying her desperation. You both had only just been sent to attend court three days ago, but it was no surprise to you that she would catch a suitor’s eye so quick. Even if it was the sullen prince with an ill temperament that many had warned you to take care around. 

“Stop! Please sister, please!?” 

“Many say he is a cruel man little Anna. Heartless even. Hell bent on revenge from years ago. And that he does not smile or laugh. I’m surprised he danced.” You sighed as you lowered your book and finally gave your attention to her. She was three years your junior, but you often treated her as a baby. She let her knees sink to the cold earth so that you both sat facing each other and Mariyanna clasped your hands together tightly. 

“His mother requested he dance so he could begin trying to find a suitable wife. Apparently, he won’t accept anything his family suggest so he is being given the freedom to choose. As long as she is suitable enough to join their family.” 

“He told you all this?” 

“No, his brother Aegon told me after he saw us dance for the second time.” 

“The drunk?” 

“Hush sister. But yes... that one. You would know all this if you attended!” She tried to glare at you in disappointment, but her smile was uncontainable. She was truly getting swept up in a fantasy that was created less than a day ago. You rolled your eyes at her comment before lifting your book back up. 

“You are a fool little sister.” 

“Imagine it though! Me! Marrying a prince and becoming a princess! I think I would fit well into that duty.” Her eyes glazed over as she imagined her possible future, but once she returned to reality, and quickly returned to begging. You groaned as your book was covered by the letter Prince Aemond had slid beneath her door, turning your nose up at the courting language. It was infected with imagery of nature and copious amounts of sentences comparing sweet Mariyanna to different flowers. You moaned in discomfort. 

“PLEASE!?” She cried. You did not want to. You loathed the idea. But you were always ready to do whatever your sister required, so with a sigh you wrote a letter in return. She complained it was not filled with enough declarations and promises of love and duty, but you simply waved her away. 

“You do not want to seem desperate for him. He will think you are only after his title.” And like always, your sister followed whatever you said. After that she sat wide-eyed as you quickly wrote down little sentences that quietly asked to be answered. You made small jokes about their previous night as you listened to your sister retell every moment in detail. The moment it was finished she bounced up quickly and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.  

“I love you!” You had no time to reply before she spun on heel and raced up the grass hill, desperate to find a maid to deliver the letter. 

“That’s the only time Mariyanna!” You called out after her, but she was already gone. 

+++ 

It was only a day later that your little sister had come running back with a letter grasped tightly in her grip. This time she was interrupting your alone time in the library. 

“He replied!” She squealed before shoving you along the stone bench to sit beside you. You thanked the gods no one ever seemed to come to this part of the castle, as they much preferred the newly renovated library across the other side of the red keep. She gave no time for you to reply before it was shoved into your face. 

Mariyanna, 

I must apologize as there has been a mistake. I did not send any letter to you after our dances. I believe my mother has taken it upon myself to incite conversation between us. However, I quite enjoyed your reply, and I would like to talk more this evening. Please do me the pleasure of accompany me on a walk along the grounds. 

Prince Aemond 

“My letter has captured him! Can you believe it!? A prince!” You almost laughed at her. Almost.  

“Why are you here and not racing down to find him?” 

“I do not know what to talk about I need some tips. I know he studies philosophy and he read many books according to Lady Ariyanna. I need you to give me some talking points!” She begged. 

“You want talking points on books you’ve never read? Little Anna I am sure you must simply be yourself and he will fall in love with you. Do not mould yourself into something you are not. He would be a fool not to be enticed instantly for your charm and beauty.” You brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled at the delight that had consumed her entire being. 

“I know! And I won’t! I just need some extra wit. I need your brains. You are the most intelligent person I know. Just this once. Afterwards I shall use my own letters and interests.” You sat staring at one another for a second before you simply sighed. 

“Fine.” 

You had one hour to drill small jests and facts about your favourite books. You discussed quickly about Ten Thousand Ships and the journey Nymeria faced in her battle to be Queen. You kept it short and simply, but hoped it was enough for her to act out her silly little infatuation with the young prince. For your sister’s sake.   She could not sit still from the nerves of what was to come, and you swore there was no way she would recall everything. It felt she was hardly listening, but your sister was treating the whole thing quite seriously.  

When she left you, you moved to gaze out from the window and looked down to the gardens below. You had the perfect view of your nervous sister. She was cautious as she moved towards the looming figure of the prince, his arms crossed behind his back and his posture standing tall. He was looking upon the oak tree you had sat yesterday but turned as he realised your sister had crept forth. They bowed, and you imagined they greeted each other, before beginning the boring small talk that comes with meeting someone new. But when you saw your sister begin laughing, and his arm move to offer itself to her, you knew your tips had paid off.  

Moving away with a sigh, you returned to your book. 

That was all you would do for their courtship now. 

+++ 

You don’t know how your sister did it, but letter upon letter you had exchanged with Prince Aemond over the last few months. It quickly became easier than breathing. His interests were the same as yours, and his humour yours too. The books he suggested kept you enticed to the very last page, and he wrote that your recommendations happened to do the very same. You found him charming, however not overbearing, and you quickly realised you had dug yourself the deepest grave. You had never loved anyone.  

Until now. 

“Mention how I enjoyed his thoughts on Lies of the Ancients! Oh, and that I have come to agree the Starks made up all their stories to look really powerful!” You looked at your sister, disturbed by her ridiculous take.  

“I will not write that.” You muttered. You don’t remember how she coerced you in to writing this letter, yet here you were, scribbling stupid quips and more enticing conversation starter. 

“It was what Aemond told me. It will show I was listening!” 

“Mary, he is playing with you. No one regards Archmaester Fomas’s writing as anything more than an old man raving his madness to the masses. If he brought it up, I believe... well, I believe he was making a joke.” You grimaced at your sister, trying hard not to imagine her nodding along to Aemond Targaryen’s dry humour. 

“Oh.” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, well write that I thought it was a funny jest.” She leaned her weight on to your back to get a full view of the stupid letter. You groaned beneath her with a huff but decided that you would mention that you knew he was jesting with his thoughts. You did not want your sister to come off as a halfwit. Or perhaps it was that you did not want him to think you a halfwit. 

“There. Mariyanna, I truly mean it when I say this is the last time, I shall do this. It does not feel right to mislead Prince Aemond.” You pushed the letter away in defeat for her to sign, which she happily scribbled on. You heart ached from the entire ordeal. At night you found yourself craving the idea of Aemond finding out the truth, but you also resented the idea of your sister being left broken. She brought the letter to her lips and placed a small kiss to the corner of it, leaving her lip paint to stain the very edge.  

“I know. I just don’t want to lose his attention. He is so tall and strong and princely. If it is not me who mothers his children, I do not know how I shall survive.” Her giggling was infectious, and you thought you hoped her happiness would never fade. So much so, you knew you were willing to give up your own for your sweet little sister.  

“Just... be careful little Anna. I worry you have fallen too deep into something that could implode in any moment.” You hoped she would heed your warning, but the youthfulness glee did not fade from her eyes, leaving you in doubt that she had even heard.   Her snickering suddenly came to a stop when the sound of the libraries grand door clicked open. You cursed inwardly, how many people were to invade the only peaceful part of the whole keep? She eyed you uncertainly and you quickly shrugged back in panicked confusion. She shrugged back at you even harder making you roll your eyes and point for her to see who had entered.  

“Why me?” She mouthed. You rolled your eyes and shoved her off her chair, leaving her no choice to silently toe towards the edge of the bookcase. Leaned forward in anticipation, you almost cried out in fright as she swung around in panic.  

“What!?” You hissed, bouncing to your feet in fear of whatever danger had entered. She quickly began shooing you away with her hands and began tidying the desk you had left sprawled with your readings. 

“Go!” She mouthed silently at you again. You angrily threw your hands up in frustration at her choice not to answer, but the sound of man clearing his throat halted your every movement. 

“My ears may deceive me, but I thought I heard your laughter, Lady Mariyanna.” Your jaw opened and closed in shock before you desperately began waving to your sister. 

“Not here!” You quietly begged her. You did not want to see. You did not need the image of him staring upon your sister and whispering in her ear. You wanted to preserve what you had with him in your stupid letters.  

“What do I do!? Why do I say I was in here for?” She grasped your shoulder and pulled you into her, shaking you for an answer. Stumbling in disbelief, you shook your head. You were both rattled by this turn of events, but you still could think unlike your sister. 

“Fucking reading you idiot!” You hissed, making her almost slap her forehead. 

“Right? Fuck what book?” She haphazardly began spinning on her spot, and you both desperately tried to find a book. 

“Let me come and find you, my prince!” She cried out in fake delight before staring at you franticly. You both shrugged violently at each other and began glaring in alarm.  

“You must leave. I will not be able to hide here long.” The sound of footsteps grew closer, leaving your sister no choice but to shove you away. 

“No need. Who I am to draw you away from your readings?” The voice called out. You stilled for a second over the calmness of his voice. 

“I’ll just read what you were reading.” She was alarmed by how close he was and quickly gave up the effort of finding a book. 

“No!” You cried out quietly as you stumbled behind the bookcase. She ignored your cry and left you to crouch down out of sight, biting your knuckle in shame for what was about to happen. You were secluded enough behind the shelves that you were hidden from the great Aemond Targaryen, but you found you had a perfect view of the meeting. You watched in trepidation as he slowly stepped to the table that your sister had managed to gracefully sit at, after she had calmed herself from the madness that had taken over you both. 

“My lady.” He bowed before her, leaving her nothing more than a blushing mess. If you had not have been in the clutches of utter panic at your precarious position, you would have rolled your eyes at her folly. 

“Prince Aemond. I did not expect you!” She was flustered by his towering figure leaning over her, and quickly moved to stand, but he gently lay a hand on her shoulder to keep her sitting comfortably before him. Breathing in deeply, he let his eye rake over the shelves making you quickly duck away from his gaze. It was a surprise your beating heart did not give you away for you swore every person in the kingdom could hear it. 

“No need for such formalities. It is I who has intruded upon your time; therefore, it is I who should be paying you the respect you deserve.” His tone did not match the sentiment as you had never heard such an unwavering, and proper speech come from any man in the court. No one could deny the authority that seeped from his very being, nor the power he held in his mere stance. Something quivered inside you at the sight of him, but it was in the most delicious way possible.  

“I do not consider it an intrusion my prince. I am always grateful for your company.” Mariyanna squeaked out, her face the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen. You wondered how she had managed to converse with him this far? 

“Please, you know I wish for you to call me Aemond.” The corner of his lip seemed to move upwards, and you wondered if that was his idea of a smile. Gazing upon his face, you found yourself struck by just how handsome the prince was. You had heard him to be described as frightening and dangerous, but no one had mentioned how sharp his jaw was. Your sister had informed you that his face simple, but pretty enough, and you felt the need to wring out her neck right then and there. How could she be so blind? 

“Yes, my prince.” Anna sighed out dreamily and this time not even the panic of the situation could stop you from rolling your eyes. 

“Are you enjoying your book?” Aemond enquired, reaching down and bringing the cover to his face. Your sister was too busy in her own realm of glee to notice the way his remaining eye widened in shock. You inwardly groaned. 

“Oh yes! I am learning so much! I really think it one of the greatest books ever written.” Your sister tried to feign interest, placing her chin upon her hand and smiling up at Aemond. You had groaned even louder in your head. It was a shock when Aemond let out a breathless chuckle. 

“Well... you continue to surprise me. Perhaps you shall have to tell me what you learn by the end." You could not blame Aemond for thinking your sister was being flirtatious because the book you had been reading was A Caution for Young Girls, a book banned from most libraries in the seven kingdoms for its erotica and sinfulness. It was infamous, so when it was passed back to your sister to look upon, even she knew what the novel was about. 

“Oh god no! Not me!” She cried out in shock before throwing it across the library franticly. She quickly began spewing out apologies for presenting such an ungodly object before Aemond, while he simply looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You do not need to worry. I shall not disclose it to anyone.” He tried to jest but it simply made her more frantic. 

“I’m sorry you see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father. see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father.” You did not miss the way she hissed, knowing fully well that she intended you to hear her anger. You flinched into yourself, mortified that the prince would now think you a sexual deviant before you were to even become acquainted. You had only wanted to know what all the fuss was about.  

“You have never mentioned a sister?” Perhaps Aemond was trying to defuse your sister’s panic, but the statement tugged at your heart hard. How had your sister not thought to mention you after all these meetings over these past few months. 

“Yes... well... she doesn’t leave her room much, you see? She, well everyone thinks she is quite simple.” The tug was so harsh you felt your entire heart shatter inside your ribcage. As if she heard, Mariyanna looked apologetically towards where you were hidden. Aemond was gazing solemnly out the window so you simply took the opportunity to make sure she could see the way your lifter your middle finger in her direction. 

“Cunt.” You mumbled, before quickly ducking once more as Aemond turned.  

“I understand. My brother is the simplest person in the entire seven kingdoms. It seems we have much in common.” This time he finally did smile down at your sister, who in return, linked her arms tightly in his. 

“Well at least we have each other to keep company.” She gazed up at Aemond from beneath her eyelashes, and you didn’t miss the way his eye softened.  

“I came here for a reason, actually.” He muttered; his gaze unbroken from hers. He frowned as she quickly moved her gaze to anywhere but his scarred skin that was hidden beneath his eye patch but continued anyways. “I wished to invite you to dinner with my siblings tonight. I would like to introduce you to my sister Heleana and younger brother Daeron. Unfortunately, Aegon will also be attending but perhaps you can invite your brainless sister to entertain him.” His description left you heart squeezed, drained of every drop of happiness and leaving it to bleed through his tight grasp. 

“She will be there. I’ll make sure of it. Now come, let us wonder the gardens! It is a beautiful day outside! Much too beautiful to be cooped up in here. It’s so dusty.” Your sister danced away merrily, happy to have succeeded in diverting away from a disastrous interaction. You swore you heard Aemond follow, so with a huff you stood straight and began stretching out your cramped limbs. When you gazed at the door, however, you saw him lingering, playing with the note you had written for him only moments ago. You watched the soft chuckle as he read it, and the way his demeanour seemed to lighten.  

“Continuing to surprise me.” He huffed, before slowly bringing the edge of it to his lips. The act was intimate, much to intimate for you to be gazing on. Stumbling back, you tried to remove yourself, but your skirt knocked down a book from a top its stack, and Aemond swung around in haste. You saw him begin stalking forward to find the source of the noise, making you cover your mouth and bite down hard on your palm.  

“Who goes there?” He whispered, prying his head around the bookcase. If Mariyanna was to renter, she would see Aemond standing above you, the only thing keeping you hidden was the books and cloths hanging over the shelf. You heard him inhale deeply, and for a moment you felt like prey being hunted by an animal. But she never came, and instead she called. 

“My Prince!” Her laughter floated about the room, making Aemond instantly straighten with a huff.  

“Hmmm.” He whispered, before turning and stalking off in her direction. You did not realised your skirt had been in plain view. 

+ 

Shamefully, you agreed to attend the meal with no argument. You would like to sit before Aemond once, even if it was to watch his courtship of your sister. Absolutely shameful. 

“I am happy you joined us, Mariyanna! My brother has talked a lot about you. A lot. Like all the time! Yesterday, I was showing him some art and he said it reminded him of this poem you had suggested he read. Even though he doesn’t like poetry. And, when you said you read that stupid book about ancient people lying, he was so amazed he didn’t shut up about it for a whole week! AND...”  

“Daeron, please, for the love of the gods shut up.” Helaena quipped up, placing a protective hand on Aemond’s sleeve. Daeron giggled mischievously, his childish humour leaving only him amused. The glare Aemond sent his way left him clutching hard at the table trying not to let himself howl out in delight. You were seated beside him, with Aegon boredly picking his teeth in the reflection of his soup spoon on you other side. Helaena was perched across from him but was seated beside her obviously favourite brother Aemond. Mariyanna was seated on his other side. This meant Aemond and yourself were seated directly across from one another, and due to Helaena forcing the dinner to be an intimate event, your legs were almost touching his under the small table. The heat that radiated off him, and the accidently touches of his long legs had you pressing your thighs together as tightly as possible.  

You do not know what possessed you to read that stupid book. 

“Thank you for being kind enough to invite me.” Your sister ducked her head in appreciation, and you quietly sighed as no one paid any mind to you. It was a shock, however, when you raised your gaze and saw Aemond staring upon you, as if analysing your very soul. Without a second thought, you stared at him in the exact same way.  

“Yes, my brother says you love all those stupid books. I’ve been trying to convince my mother to renovate that ancient library in the south corner of the keep and turn it into a theatre for us to watch plays. The commonfolk have some fucking hilarious skits.” Aegon laughed ignorantly, and you watched your sister laugh too. 

“Oh no!” Your words came before your thoughts, and everyone quickly turned to you. You quickly looked at your sister for some support only to see her looking at you in frustration. “My sister loves that library.” You coughed out, and Mariyanna quickly nodded in agreement.  

“It’s filthy. The new one is much nicer.” Aegon pointed out. Mariyanna kept nodding, getting confused with who she should comply with, but you shook your head. 

“It’s too busy. And it censors the books too much.” You muttered falling into your seat to try and hide yourself from the attention. Aemond chuckled at your words, before beginning to tap his fingers a top the table. 

“Yes. I hear you enjoy the restricted section of the library.” He smirked at you, thinking he knew a secret that you didn’t. Led to believe that he was alone in the library with your sister. But you were there, and you understood his words perfectly, leaving you reddened in shame. 

“Oh really? How obscene do you enjoy your novels?” Aegon was suddenly interested as he snaked his arm around your chair and leaned in with a grin. 

“Ugh.” You grunted out in disgust without thinking, leaving Mariyanna gasping in shock. 

“Forgive my sister she...” She was drowned out by the laughter the three siblings shared at the treatment of their brother. 

“Move away from her Aegon.” Aemond sighed. Aegon sighed in mock defeat, before turning his attention to swirling his wine. Looking away, you tried to turn your attention to your sister, but was caught by Aemond’s gaze once more. 

“You do not come to any of my mother’s dances, am I right?” Shifting nervously, you quickly shook your head. 

“I find my sister is much better at those types of things. I like to live through her little stories.” He hummed at your reply, before drawing his goblet to his lips. 

“And what do you do in your spare time? Write?” Your sister and you stared panicked at one another, before you quickly shook your head. Helaena stared confused at the three of your, but Aemond simply looked at you. Nowhere else. His eye was on you. 

“Not me.” The squeak of your voice mimicked that of your sister’s fluster under his gaze. Mariyanna was biting down hard on her lip, willing herself not to cry. She thought it obvious you had been caught. 

“I just noticed the ink stains on your fingers. It was a simple assumption.” You quickly hid your fingers in the sleeve of your gown and tried to think up an excuse. But everything thought seemed to evade you.  

“Not me.” You repeated quietly. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone staring between yourself and Aemond, but then you found yourself saved by the servants. The doors swung open as they swarmed in, carrying different trays of food and began arranging your feast on the small table. You quickly looked at your sister who widened her eyes in question. You simply widened your eyes back. You also did not understand what was happening.  

“I have been so hungry this whole time.” Daeron moaned as he began piling his plate with potato's. Everyone moved to reach for a dish, so you quickly reached for the spoon that was within the soup dish. It also happened to be the dish Aemond reached for leaving you both grasping onto the tips of each other's fingers instead of the spoon. You quickly pulled back and cradled your hand with widened eyes. The touch had sent a sensation down your entire being, even all the way to your toes, leaving you with no choice but to curl them up inside your slippers.  

“Apologies.” You choked out, looking down shamefully. You cursed yourself in embarrassment, declaring to yourself that he really will think you simple and brainless at the end of this dinner. He simply hummed at your regret, before lifting your bowl towards him. Without a word, he poured you a serving before returning it to you. No words were spoken as you nodded in appreciation.  

+++  

The dinner had gone smoothly after that. Perhaps smoothly wasn’t the right word. You had to cradle Mariyanna in your arms as she had spent the whole time after sobbing. Aemond had not paid her much attention to her, and she thought it obvious he had figured out that it was you who had captured him all those months ago. 

“Shhh you do not know that to be true.” 

“I do! I saw the way he was looking at you.” You had patted down her hair in comfort as she shook in your arms. You could not celebrate at the idea that Aemond might have figured it out because you heart ached for your sister. 

“Even if he has figured out that it was I that was writing the letters, it does not mean he did not fall for you after all those hours he spent courting you.” You tried to reassure her, but her broken cries only got louder. 

“I could tell he did not like our talks. I am not dumb. I knew when I laughed at the wrong times and disagreed and agreed on his thoughts mistakenly. I knew he only liked me because of your letters. I just thought with more time he might grow fond of me.” You shushed her crushed sobs and pressed a kiss atop her head. 

“If he did not grow fond of your little Anna, then he is a fool.” You whispered. She lay in your arms a little longer, before letting out a long exhale. She quickly sniffed, before sitting herself up and wiping her eyes. 

“It is okay.” She whispered, pinching her cheeks and quickly blinking away her tears. You were shocked by her sudden change of demeanour, but she ignored you and moved to her window. With a frown you slowly stood, scared any sudden movement would break her once more. 

“Mary...” 

“Veron Greyjoy has asked me to wed him. I think I shall accept it.” She gazed out, as if she had not mentioned something so immense.  

“What?” You rushed to her side, but she simply sighed at you like you were an idiot. Clasping your hands with hers, she finally looked at you. 

“My courtship with Aemond was flawed. I had to make sure I had other options. Of course, marrying a prince of Westeros was the ideal option but I was not dumb enough to think there was a certain likeliness of me wedding him. Unlike you, I do not mind if I marry for security. So, I entertained some men on the side. I have had a few other proposals of course, but I enjoy Veron’s company the most.” You could not speak from the shock of her news, but Mary simply kissed your fingers. 

“What of Aemond?” 

“He was kind, of course. And I would have been happy to wed him because I believe he shall make a wonderful husband. But I do not love him.” Disbelief. It is all that you felt. But you should not have been surprised. Your baby sister was born to thrive amongst the court, and you were a fool for thinking her dim-witted. Perhaps she was a greater schemer than Otto Hightower? 

“You’re fucking insane.” You let out a breathless laugh, as you stumbled to leave her room. 

“At first I was committed to him.” She called. You turned back to look at her smirking face. “But I started looking elsewhere when I saw you sign one of those letters with your own name.” Staring at her with a gaping mouth, you could not believe what was happening. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” You muttered defensively. It only made her chuckle. 

“You have my permission.” 

“For what!?”  

“You may let him court you. I know you love him. And who am I to get in the way of that? I do not remember a time you showed interest in any man.” She smiled lovingly at your blushing form while you stood spluttering out sentences of denial. 

“He is a prince.” You finally whispered in defeat. You could never hide anything from her. 

“And you shall be a fine princess.” 

+++ 

You could not sleep after your talk with your sister. You had spent your night twisting and turning under the moonlight that streamed in from your window. So, with a huff, you found yourself marching to the library in a robe. Carrying a candle and allowing your hair to flow freely as your bare feet slapped upon the stone hallways, you were sure to have looked like a madwoman, but you were to frazzled to care. It was only when you made it into your hideaway within the library, that you finally allowed yourself to relax. You began lighting the candles upon the walls so that you had enough light to read and allowed yourself to reach for the book Ten Thousand Ships. During your exchanges with Aemond, you had spent many letters discussing Nymeria and her reign over Dorne. It was your favourite piece of literature, and it was his too. 

You couldn’t read. You tried. Gods you tired. But the longer you stared at a page, the more distorted the words became. Instead, your mind was only on Aemond.  

“You deceived me.” The sudden voice that came from between the shelves made you scream in shock. The book dropped as you quickly pushed yourself back in fear. But it only took a moment to be reminded whose voice that was. You watched as Aemond stepped forth from the shadows, still in his leather pants from dinner, but now just a sheer white undershirt covering his torso. The candlelight illuminated his face as he moved forward, and you breath hitched at the sight. He no longer had his eyepatch strapped up, but instead he left his missing eye bare for you to see. You expected a sunken hole where his missing eye once was, but the light caught on the sapphire, and you watched it glisten. You were awed, and when he noticed you did not look away from his scarring, he could not help but look upon you fondly. Swallowing your anxiousness, you simply bowed your head. 

“I am sorry Aemond. Truly.” You cursed yourself for being so informal and allowing yourself to call him by his name, and when you watched him clench then unclench his fists, you thought you had already ruined everything. 

“I could have you arrested for such fraudulence.” He muttered beneath his breath, making your neck bow even further. You felt tears spring to the corners of your eyes while you tried to gain composer. 

“It is true. And perhaps I deserve it. I did not intend for it to go this far.” Your breath was shaky as you exhaled your words and allowed yourself to slowly lift your gaze. You expected to see Aemond glaring, full of hatred at the revelation that he had been played a fool, but he was simply looking down at you with an amused smile. 

“I jest. I shall not have you arrested.” He apologised with a smirk, and this time your heart began to race for different reasons. No longer were you in fear of imprisonment, for now all you care for was the way Aemond Targaryen was standing above you in hardly any clothes, while you were sitting on the ground like a peasant with no shoes and untidy hair. You could not look away from the way his hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, and it was at that moment that you realise how unkept it was. It looked as if he had run his fingers through it a million times and in different directions. 

“I could find no sleep.” You whispered. He exhaled a breath and let out a soft hum. 

“Neither could I. My mind is... preoccupied.” You nodded in understanding and felt your heart soar from your chest. You were no fool. You know what was happening. 

“Will you sit with me?” You suggested as you began clearing away the books you had scattered across the floor. Aemond did not need to think as he gracefully dropped to his knees and allowed himself to fall to your side. Trying to make yourselves comfortable, he let his hand stretch you behind you, and you were quick to fall into his side. 

“Are you still reading A Caution for Young Girls?” You felt yourself choke at his jest, before allowing yourself to laugh.  

“No. I finished it.” You smirked while pulling your book back into your lap. “Hmmm. A shame.” He whispered, leaving a tingling sensation running down your spine. 

“I found it... enlightening.” You smirked as you ran your thumb across your lower lip. You felt him push his nose in your hair and you both couldn’t help but smile. You let out something between a moan and a laugh, before holding up Ten Thousand Ships. 

“I believe you are familiar?” You teased. He let his teeth draw in his bottom lip quickly before chuckling at your question. 

“I know something of it.” You went to turn the next page but stopped as you felt him move your wild hair to the side. 

“Let us start again.” He whispered. Reaching down to your hand, he pulled up your fingers and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“I am Aemond Targaryen, my lady. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” 

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Mikaelson’s Party Pt.2

(Finally finished part 2. Sorry it took so long, I’m crossing my fingers that the third and last part will be done much quicker. I hope you enjoy the continuation of Human!Klaus and his Omega)

Part 1

By the time the couple woke up again it was nearly noon and he was shocked, never sleeping that long but it seemed that having his Omega was comforting in every way, even enough to get some extra sleep. As Y/n rolled over and looked at her phone she suddenly sat up, startled by something and Klaus could feel it in his chest.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘It’s the afternoon! I didn’t think we would sleep that long! I need to go home, if I don’t take my suppressants every day at the same time the cycle gets fucked up. My scent will come back immediately! I have to go, I’m sorry-‘

‘Wait!’ He took her arm, stopping her from standing up.

‘Klaus! I’m late, I-‘

‘Don’t take it!’ He exclaimed and instantly felt bad about how it sounded a bit too much like an order. ‘I mean, I’m here now and…if I mark you, your scent will be mixed with mine. You won’t have to worry anymore-‘

‘But I’ll go into heat quickly, probably no more than 2 days.’ He considered this for a moment before smiling.

‘We can move into that house I told you about…we don’t have to take everything but it’s in perfect condition and I make sure someone keeps it clean, we can go now. We’ll have everything we need and complete privacy. I won’t let anyone harm you, I promise, you have nothing to worry about, your Alpha is gonna take care of you.’ He was nervous for a moment before he was suddenly overwhelmed with her excitement before she leapt into his arms and wrapped around him tightly.

‘I can make us a nest, a real one and a home, I’ll make it perfect! I promise, you’ll love it, it’ll be-‘

‘I believe you. I’ll buy you all the nesting materials you want. We can pack our things today and I’ll take you to go see it, we’ll make sure we have everything we need before your heat starts.’ Y/n kissed him softly and he could feel how much this all meant to her before he felt her hesitation again. ‘What is it?’

‘I…what are we gonna do, we’re both in school. I don’t know about you but I’m flat broke, my parents made me spend my money on getting a degree I never wanted because “Omegas don’t stay home anymore Y/F/n”.’ She imitated her parents in a sassy, teasing voice and he smiled.

‘The house is paid off, so is the car, and my father left me everything. Honestly I could probably live on it forever, but we’re definitely fine until I graduate…you can stay home if you want?’ He offered, hoping he wasn’t offending her. ‘I just mean if you don’t want to continue college, I want to take care of you, my love. If you want to get a job that’s fine, if you want to stay home and cook and clean, it’s all your choice. If you want to be a stay at home mom and have 2 or 5 or 17 little pups running around, your choice.’ She looked stunned as tears rose to her eyes.

‘You’re letting me choose? All that money for school and you don’t care if I just quit?’

‘Do you like it? Do you want to have a job that you go to everyday? Omegas can do whatever they want now a days but you don’t have to, I’ll take care of you if-‘ She cut him off as she jumped to press her lips to his roughly. ‘Well, I suppose we’ll have to withdrawal you from school then.’ He joked and she grinned, his hands holding her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, tempted to dig his fangs into her scent gland but resisting until she was ready, no matter how much strength it took. ‘You just relax love, I’ll get you some clothes while I pack.’

Klaus allowed her to rest in his bed, kissing her neck once more before jumping up and moving to grab his suit case and duffel bag from the closet, packing everything he owned that he would need.

He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He knew his father had left him everything for this exact purpose but when he read the will, he never in a million years believed it would happen. His family laughed at him for wanting his own Omega, not just Mikael but his siblings too, and now here he is taking care of his Omega. He would be the best Alpha that ever existed, he would make sure of it, but first he needed to get her somewhere safe before her heat starts and that means protecting her until they get there.

He packed his bags as quickly as he could, knowing much of his stuff was already there since that’s where he goes on weekends to be alone after school, only coming home when he needs to. ‘Come on Princess, let’s get to your dorm and get your things.’ She had put on one of his shirts and tied a pair of pajama pants around her waist to make her smell like him, and it comforted her to know that no one in that school would touch her with an Alphas scent this strong unless they were suicidal.

He refused to let her help him carry his things other than a few of the canvas’ he still had here and he ignored his hung over siblings as they questioned him on the way out. Klaus piled up his bags and lifted his Omega into the truck he had inherited from his father (one that came in very handy for whenever he took place in an art show and needed to carefully transport his pieces) before driving towards the school. He found himself rushing there, giddy on the inside at the idea of taking his Omega home and making her happy. He knew she would love the bed, it was a soft, giant California King with a memory foam mattress and he had to admit, the Alpha in him had been shopping for his future Omega when he picked it, and though it had felt a bit stupid then, he was glad for it now.

Klaus lifted her back out of the truck and didn’t want to take his hands off of her, so he didn’t as he kept his arm around her shoulders and held her close. ‘You’ll have to stand outside the doorway, I bunk with another Omega and since we’re not fully mated I can’t let you into her room.’

‘I understand, I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As long as I can see you, it’s alright.’ Klaus wouldn’t want to make another Omega scared for no reason and having a strange Alpha in your room, near your nest, he’s sure it would be very jarring to her. She quickly unlocked her door and he leaned on the doorframe as she walked in. It was a large dorm room and he could see her room mate in her nest with her headphones on and he looked away quickly, not knowing how she would feel about her nest while he’s here.

‘I should just take everything, shouldn’t I?’ Y/n asked him and he nodded. ‘Okay. That’s easy…should I bring my nest or do you want to get new stuff?’ She was packing all of her clothes into a suitcase as she asked, along with her electronics to keep them from breaking.

‘If there’s some of it you don’t want to lose then yes, bring it. However I will get you whatever you want for our nest Princess, we can do that on the way home if you want so you won’t need to go out again?’ He offered and she grinned, clearly excited about that.

‘Are you going somewhere with him?’ Another voice suddenly spoke and Klaus realized it was her room mate.

‘I’m moving in with my Alpha, yes. Go back to your studying.’ Y/n rolled her eyes and he wondered why she didn’t seem to like her room mate as she moved both suitcases out to him before packing the rest of her things in a backpack.

‘You’re just leaving? What will your parents say?’ She questioned, condescendingly and he didn’t like it. He wanted to smack this girl for speaking to his Omega that way.

‘Nothing, because they don’t know and they won’t until I’m already mated and dropped out. Keep your nose out of my business.’ Y/n warned, clearly angered by this girl.

‘Your mother won’t be happy. Another Omega just giving herself over to an Alpha to control and use as he wants, and you’re just allowing it with no fight?’ Her roommate seemed to be one of those pretentious Omegas that believed if you weren’t actively trying to become a CEO with just as much power as an Alpha and keeping your womb empty that you were a waste of space as an Omega.

‘I don’t want to fight. I never wanted this, I’m perfectly happy where I am, thank you-‘

‘And you? You’re okay with just ruining her future? Using her as a house slave and a baby maker, something to fuck whenever you please with no regard for her-‘ Suddenly Y/n had her hand around her roommates throat and she was baring her fangs in her face.

‘Don’t you ever address my Alpha like that again, do you understand me?! He’s Mine! And if I want to be his Omega and make my Alpha happy then that’s my choice, if you don’t want that, it’s your choice! It shouldn’t matter what I want as long as it’s my choice to make, I never wanted to be like you. So you go ahead, call my parents and tattle on me, maybe you can be their new daughter, Lord knows they would have been proud to have you.’ She released the girl and Klaus sighed in relief. ‘If you so much as look at him again, I will claw your eyes out.’

Her roommate was terrified. She was a pompous asshole, but also an Omega that banked on no one being willing to physically assault an Omega. ‘Let’s go Princess, do you have everything?’

‘Yeah, we can go.’ She grabbed a comforter before exiting the room and allowing Klaus to grab all of her bags and escort her back to the truck where he packed everything. They made a quick stop at the admin office so that she could willingly drop out before Klaus was helping her back into the truck and beginning the 30 minute drive to his house…their house. ‘Damn!’ She cursed as her phone started to ring and Klaus held her hand as he continued driving.

‘What is it?’

‘My mother. Danielle would have called her, they get along great. My mom doesn’t think Omegas should give into their instincts to submit to an Alpha, she believes they should all go to school and get jobs and strive to show people that Omegas are more than human fuck dolls. She was always disgusted with the fact that I wanted to have a family with my Alpha and take care of our pups.’ Klaus listened carefully, hating how miserable his girl sounded.

‘I guess that’s a negative on her liking me then?’ Y/n snorted and he felt happy that he could make her laugh right now. ‘Are you going to answer?’ He asked but she shook her head as the phone stopped. ‘Okay, it’s your choice Princess. The house is a 10 minute drive up the mountains, so we should stop here and get the nesting supplies you want. It’s a great store for that, I got all the bedding from here and I know you’re going to love the bed.’

‘I can fix it, right?’

‘Of course. It’s all yours, take everything off and start fresh, we’ll get new sheets if you’d like. Anything you want, it’s yours. Well stop at that grocery store quickly after so that I can get some stuff to make dinner. We can do an online order after that and have it delivered so we can be quick.’ He parked outside the store and Y/n waited until he came around to help her out, seemingly knowing that’s what he wanted and it made Klaus smile as he set her on her feet.

‘What?’

‘Nothing. I just love you so much already…you’re perfect.’ Her cheeks tinted a dark pink and he pulled her close, nuzzling into her hair.

‘You are too, perfect Alpha. You’re everything I ever wanted and I love you. Gonna make you so happy Alpha, I promise.’ Her fingers tucked under his shirt and touched his warm skin, trailing up his back which he quickly pulled away from.

‘You already have baby, but you need to stop that or this parking lot is going to get a show.’ She giggled, taking his hand and pulling him to the store, starting in the pillow section. She ended up getting 8 of the softest pillows he’s ever felt, along with 2 body pillows and dark grey bamboo pillow cases. ‘Why not silk?’ He wondered, knowing most women would pick that.

‘Silk is great for your hair, helps it not get knotted when you’re asleep but it’s an awful feeling in heat, it doesn’t mix well with sweat when your overwhelmed and overstimulated. My mom always insisted on silk and it made my heats worse since she refused to let me choose my own bedding when I suffered through my first few heats. My mother is a control freak if you can’t tell, which is why I try very hard not to be…except about this. I need to control this.’ He could tell she was nervous about that explanation and he moved to hold her to him once again.

‘I will never argue over the nesting materials. I may ask questions, but the choice is yours. I know many Omegas have tactile issues with materials, I don’t, there is nothing for you to worry about. Alright?’ She nodded, kissing him quickly.

‘Thank you Nik. I really appreciate it.’ He went back to pushing the cart as she grabbed a set of matching sheets.

‘We should grab a few of those. I may be changing the sheets multiple times while you’re in heat, it’s better to have back ups.’ He grabbed 2 more and was quickly amused as he watched his Omega feeling all the blankets and choosing ones that were correct, making grossed out faces as she felt materials she hated. She had chosen 2 black oversized throw blankets that was a faux fur texture. He had to admit it felt like real fur with how soft it was and he knew those would be her favorites to snuggle up in, grabbing a third just to keep in the hall closet in case. He watched her pick 2 comforters and about 10 more blankets before declaring that she was finished, Klaus quickly adding a weighted blanket to the mix, hoping that it would make his Omega comfortable while he was in school if she ever needed it.

He didn’t allow her to see the total at checkout since he knew she would become anxious and he quickly packed everything into the trunk before escorting her into the grocery store. They grabbed a few things they could cook for meals as well as a bunch of drinks (Klaus insisting she get several kinds of juice she liked as well as water to stay hydrated during her heat) and more snacks than he thinks they could eat in a week. He is very wrong as he’s never seen an Omega during her heat…or after.

His Omega enjoyed the drive up into the mountains towards their house, happily watching the trees go by and clearly loving the tranquility. They had just finished bringing everything inside, Y/n becoming obsessed with the bed, when her phone rang again. She looked up at him as he was opening the sheets and blankets, getting them ready to get washed before they could build the nest.

‘It’s your choice Princess, but you’ll need to do it eventually just like I will. It’ll take longer for my family to notice though.’ He joked but she didn’t smile before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

‘Hey mom.’ She greeted and she was instantly met with a shrill voice.

‘Don’t you “hey mom” me! Danielle called! She says you’ve found your Alpha, is that true?!’ The older women demanded.

‘Yes mom, it’s true. I’ve found him and he’s wonderful, I really like him-‘

‘You think I care about that?! Y/F/n, you will reject that man right now and get your ass back to school! You have a test to study for!’ Klaus’ eyes widened as he heard how her mother was talking to her, forcing her to reject her mate? That’s cruel, not to mention illegal, you can’t force anyone to reject a mate, let alone an Omega!

‘Mom, I’m not rejecting him. I’m moving in with him, we want to start a life together-‘

‘I will Not have it! I didn’t put all the effort and energy into raising you for you to become a weak, subservient Omega! Get your ass back to school or I will come and make you myself.’ Klaus could see the tears in her eyes and he moved to hold her to his chest as she was unable to hold it in anymore. ‘Oh, stop your crying! Those fake tears didn’t work when you were a child and they won’t work now-‘

‘Enough!’ Klaus shouted, not willing to listen anymore. ‘They’re not fake tears, they’re very real! An Omegas hormones are different than yours so don’t you dare pretend you understand how she feels, especially when her mother is belittling her as if she and her opinions mean nothing! You will Never speak to her like that again!’

Her mother didn’t respond right away, seemingly shocked that someone spoke up. ‘Y/n, how dare you allow him to speak to me that way, you will get away from that man right now-‘

‘No she won’t. She wants to be here, and I know that because I asked her! I made sure that being with me and moving in with me was what she wanted before I forced her into something that made her miserable, unlike you. If she didn’t want me I would have accepted that rejection but thank God I don’t need to.’ He muted the phone quickly and looked at Y/n who was sobbing into his shirt. ‘Do you want me to take care of this, if you don’t, tell me now.’ She nodded quickly into his chest.

‘Please? I can’t, Please Alpha?’ He nodded his head, kissing her hairline and allowing her to continue clinging to him.

‘I will call the police! Put out a missing persons report and-‘

‘You’re welcome to if you must, however I will just take her to the station and explain that her insane, controlling, batshit crazy mother is trying to force her to reject her Alpha because she wants to live vicariously through her Omega child. Y/n is an adult and you cannot control her anymore and as soon as the police find out she’s not missing and you know it, you’ll be charged for filing a false police report, and if you keep it up after that, then we will get a restraining order. You will never speak to my Omega like that again, I will not allow anyone to treat her like that. She is a Princess and she doesn’t deserve it! She has dropped out of school, school that she paid for herself and I will be paying off the loans so don’t you worry about that, you won’t be inconvenienced again. Y/n has moved in with me, stopped her suppressants and we are planning to start a family, if you and your husband want to be a part of that then I will await your apology to my girl, an apology she will receive if you want to ever meet your grand kids. Until then, don’t you ever call this number again.’ With that, Klaus quickly hung up and turned the phone off, holding his Omega to him tighter.

‘Thank you! I’m so sorry, I didn’t-‘

‘No apologies from anyone but her my love. You’ve done nothing wrong. She should never speak to you like that and I promise she never will again. You’re safe Baby.’ Her sniffles came to a stop as he kissed her before having her help him do the laundry to take her mind off of it. They washed all of the bedding they had gotten, unpacking their things in the bedroom and closet and making a list together of all of the things they would need to get, making them both feel like a real married couple already which they couldn’t help but laugh at.

His Omega settled into their nest as soon as everything was washed, fixing it so delicately that he couldn’t look away, it was fascinating to watch. Like an artist sculpting something unique out of clay and while Klaus had never seen another couples nest before, it’s considered rude, he knew that his Omegas was truly unique. He waited until she pulled him into it before snuggling up and napping with his girl, waking up just in time to make dinner and spend the evening on a movie marathon.

Klaus realized as they settled down for the evening in their nest that he wouldn’t be going anywhere for the next few days, able to smell the change in his Omegas scent already. It’s not often that an Omegas heat starts this quickly after meeting their Alpha but if nothing else, they had proved that their bond was quite strong. He sent a message to their school and informed them that he wouldn’t be there this week and he also sent one to Elijah to ensure none of his siblings came to the house to see him upon realizing he was gone as they had many times before. He knew Y/n would be needy and too desperate to care much about who was around and he couldn’t even imagine how possessive he would be while his Omega is in heat.

God forbid anyone visit while he’s tending to her, he can’t begin to imagine how badly that would end…

[banananutsmuthie]

The Beginner's Guide to Great-Looking Abs in Just 10 Minutes

Idol(s): Wendy [Red Velvet]

Word Count: 2.8k+ words

A/N: A quick writing experiment for an idea I had. This will be different from what you're used to but I hope you'll give it a chance. Wanted to use Wendy abs pic from the GOT the Beat "Stamp on It" performance but there were no great stills.

“Close the door.”

This is how it starts. Notice Wendy’s choice of words here. She’s left the door open to interpretation. Now, you have two choices: you can either lock the door—which is probably what Wendy meant when she said to “close” it—or, you can take her words at face value and merely close the door like she asked.

Leave the door unlocked.

Give any passersby the opportunity to walk in on whatever lewd things Wendy wants to do in the 10 minutes she has before she has to perform. Perhaps this way, she’ll learn to choose her words carefully next time.

After you close the door, Wendy will smile. “Well? I haven’t got all day.”

She’ll be sitting on the couch. Walk toward her, but not too fast! You don’t want to seem too eager. This version of Wendy only works when she’s the needy one. Give her any reason to think you’re the one that needs her and you’ll never hear from her again.

There are rules, you see, prerequisites established by Wendy for this thing between you and her to work out. First, she lets you call her whatever you want. Call her Wendy, call her your cumbucket, call her a slut (she particularly likes that one), but under no circumstance shall you claim her as yours. She is not your baby, your lover, your jagi. You are not her boyfriend. This is just sex. Because when you get caught (and you will), the first newspaper to break the story will claim Wendy is “dating”. Wendy will only speak the truth—she will say she is not dating to free herself from the backlash she will inevitably receive and place the blame on the newspaper for reporting fake news. For her, it’s all the fun without the consequences.

The second rule—the fun rule—is “never the same place twice”. This is just sex for her, and because it’s just sex, she will want to do it everywhere and anywhere. Seulgi’s room, the recording studio, in some dark alley, it doesn’t matter: when she texts you the time and place, she expects you to drop everything for her, no questions asked. Wendy enjoys the thrill. She wants to get caught. This is why you leave the door unlocked in the first place.

Now that you’re refreshed on the rules, you’re ready to begin.

Get right up to her where she’s sitting on the couch. Gently part her legs if you have to. Slap her hand away when she greedily tries to unzip your pants. She will play along when you tell her, “You had all day to text me, and you only decide right before you have to perform to call me here? Not a lot of time to do anything, Wendy. This is going to cost you.”

“Name your price,” Wendy will say.

There are rules to negotiation, just like there are rules for sex with Wendy. Ask for something absurd, something she’ll never agree to. Set the bar high so that what you get is closer to what you wanted to begin with. “Threesome later this week. You and one of your members. I don’t care which one.”

Wendy will scoff and present a counter offer: “Eat me out now and I’ll let you cum in me before our next performance and let that load soak through my safety shorts on stage.”

As tempting as that sounds, there will be no immediate satisfaction for you should you accept. Make one last offer.

“Blowjob with a blast to your face. Right now. Maybe I’ll play with your tits if you’re good. Final offer. I’m a very busy man, y’know. I’ve got better things to do.” Make it sting. There probably won’t be many things above “sex with Wendy” on your list, but you need to make Wendy believe she’s not that important—this is key.

She will complain about her makeup, how there won’t be time to redo it after you’ve ruined it, or her hair, how she spent the last couple hours getting it done. Tell her how it’s not your problem and walk toward the door. Wendy will curse, but she will finally agree because this is why she came running to you in the first place: no other man can sexually satisfy her the way that you do, so she’ll take whatever sex she can get, even if she’s not the one being pleasured.

“Fine. Handjob with a little tongue and you can cum on my abs,” she’ll say.

Turn back around, as you should always do. “Well, you better hurry then, princess. You’ve only got eight minutes left before you have to perform.”

She’ll be reaching for that zipper, but she’s a clumsy little thing, is used to handling bigger meaningful objects in her hand like a microphone, or your cock. Help her with the button, but watch as she finally figures out your skinny fit jeans and slides it down your legs.

Wendy will start to stroke, trying to get you hard for her. Let her. Undoubtedly, she will be in a hurry since she’ll have 7 minutes before she is called to the stage. It’ll feel great between her two skillful hands, but she’ll use one to start, claiming it’ll tire her arm, and she needs that arm to hold her mic up to her face in 6 minutes and 45 seconds.

“Maybe if you use your mouth, honey,” you’ll say.

Take your hand. Pinch Wendy’s chin between your thumb and index finger. Tilt her head upward so you can see the look in her eyes, determined, lustful, capable.

“You promised me a little tongue action, where’s that tongue?”

She’ll grimace. “One hand should be enough,” she’ll try to reason, but you know what it takes to get you off.

“Now. Or I walk,” you’ll say, firm and threatening, so that she understands the gravity of what’s at stake. It shouldn’t take more than that. Hold in your excitement when Wendy leans forward, parting her lips enough to stick that tongue on your tip.

Encourage her. “That’s it, right there.”

Guide her, show her where you want that tongue to be used. Bring her forward. She will try to sidestep your cock from entering her mouth, will run that tongue down the side of your shaft and make your member nice and wet. That’s okay! Make her lick your balls while she’s there, watch your cock twitch in Wendy’s grasp.

Notice how her lips have yet to touch any part of your cock. This is intentional. Look at those luscious lips glazed in gloss. She can’t afford to have them ruined by slurping up some dick just before a performance. Everyone will know then. This is why she settled on a handjob with a cum shot on the only part of her body that’s exposed in an outfit that would look better on the floor. Let her be. You’re a gentleman in that regard. If she drools from that open mouth tongue action she’s still doing on you, put your hand out underneath her chin to catch her saliva so it doesn’t drip onto her pants.

There will be a knock at the door sooner or later. “Five minutes, miss Wendy!”

This is why leaving the door unlocked is important, for times like these. Wendy will tense up, her hand on your cock tightening its grip out of surprise. What she won’t know is that the stagehand could walk in on her stroking and licking your cock right now. Imagine the look on her face when he does.

But he won’t. People in this town are too nice.

“Coming!” she’ll say, and you’ll reply with something stupid like, “Hey, that’s my line!” Wendy will roll her eyes and tell you to quiet down, but ultimately will do three things.

First, she’ll stroke faster out of necessity. This is no longer a “want” but a “need”. She needs you to cum so she can get on stage. Second, she’ll finally add that free hand to your shaft, gripping you the same way a baseball player would grip a bat. Lastly, she’ll lick your tip, just a little, starting with the underside of your cockhead, swirling around that sensitive area, and finishing with a little flourish at the tip, all without breaking eye contact.

Compliment her again, then remind her of what she promised. “So fucking hot, Wendy. But you know what happens next, right?”

She won’t need much more of a reminder than that. Apply some pressure with a pushing motion to her shoulder, just enough for her to take the hint. She will fall backfirst onto the couch.

Straddle her.

Watch as her eyes flicker as she lets out a moan when you slip your fingers between her legs, in that thigh gap, rubbing, feeling the heat radiating from Wendy's pussy even with her pants still on.

Remind her for next time: “This tight little kitty could’ve been enjoying some action right now if her owner didn’t call the lion tamer so late.” She’ll be too lost in ecstasy from your touch, and too determined with your cock to notice, but that’s okay, too.

That’ll be enough pleasure for Wendy’s pussy this time. Any more than that and she’ll be too lost in her own little world to give a fuck about her performance, the one on stage later and the one on your cock currently.

By now, Wendy will have done a good enough job to get your cock rock hard. Reward her for it. Reach underneath her top with both hands, carefully lift it up off her arms, and let it rest as a useless necklace around her neck. This way, you don’t mess up her hair by pulling it up over her head, and she won’t need to put it back on when you’re done. More importantly, it now gives you a buffer when you overshoot Wendy’s abs and cum on her tits. Not only will it be a great view, but it will also keep her outfit clean.

You should now be staring at a raw, desperate, topless Wendy. Enjoy the view. Not many people get to watch an idol giving them a handjob with such fervor underneath them. Grasp at those lovely little breasts with both hands while she strokes you. She deserves that much, at least. Watch as the muscles in her biceps flex and extend with each jerk of your cock in her tiny hands. Feel it in her soft breasts, how they jiggle lightly in your grasp.

You should feel a tingling sensation, cock throbbing, almost there, almost ready to dump your load all over Wendy. Tell her. “I’m almost there Wendy, just a little more.” She might look at the clock on the wall for a quick check, but she’ll definitely stroke faster, grip tighter, maybe even throw out some encouragement of her own to move you along.

Reward her again for being so skilled with her hands: play with Wendy’s perfect burnt-almond colored nipples. Titillate her tits. Hear her moans when you pinch those little nubs that will be getting hard with arousal. Feel her abs clench underneath you, every curve and crevice throbbing against the underside of your balls. This will encourage her to stroke faster until you hit your breaking point.

Give her a sign that you’re about to cum so she can prepare for it. You’re a gentleman, after all. It can be as subtle as tightening your straddle against her hips, or as blatant as moaning out, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” If you’re feeling extra frisky, you may even do both.

“Right here,” she will remind you, taking one hand off your shaft to caress her hard-earned abs, showing you exactly where she wants it. You must be careful to cum only where she instructs you to cum, or there may be no next time.

Quicken your breathing. Make sure Wendy doesn’t let go of your cock. Watch as her continued stroking results in blasting her stomach with globs of your cum. Groan if you'd like, she'll consider it as positive feedback. If she’s done a great job, you may notice cum shooting as far as her tits, which isn’t exactly her abs like she directed, but this is why you pull her top off her chest.

Unmount her when she’s drained you completely and admire the work. You are the paint, she is the artist and the canvas. There will be aqueducts of white filling in the crevices of her abs, gutters of cum flowing down her sides and letting the excess drip onto the couch.

She will not be able to get up without the risk of your cum sliding down her stomach and onto her pants. So because you're a gentleman, you’ll hand her a towel so that she can wipe herself off. She’ll get most of it, enough to finally sit up and slip back into her top. If you’ve timed it right, she should have no more than a minute to spare.

“You’re welcome,” you’ll say.

Wendy will be the first to leave her dressing room. “I’ll text you,” she’ll say. Wendy will be too much in a hurry to care that there are still shiny remnants of your cum shimmering on her abdomen. This is fine. If she’s lucky, she can play it off as oil, an “artistic choice”, should anyone ask. “Sex sells in this industry,” she’ll say.

Stay behind, count to thirty. You want to make sure there is enough of an interval after Wendy leaves to avoid any suspicion from anyone backstage that you were just with her. Once you reach thirty, leave the room, close the door, and find your way back to your car.

You may run into someone in the hallway. It could be BoA’s boyfriend who came to support her for the comeback. You shouldn’t say hi, but be courteous if he initiates contact. Worst case scenario, he will ask, “Was Wendy good?”

“What’s it to you,” you’ll reply, and he’ll go on about a dream he had one drunken night where he fucked every member of Red Velvet in a Cinderella-like fairytale. He’ll tell you all about this vivid experience with Wendy, how she was a moaner and liked it in the ass.

Ignore him, it’s best not to dawdle. “It was nice to meet you,” you’ll say. Politely bow and continue to the parking garage.

Once there, you’ll notice Somi just a couple cars over from where you’re parked, leaning against the hood of her car. She’ll be in this amazing outfit that highlights her best features: stockings on her legs that go on for days, a top that shows off that shredded tummy, and the horizontal stripe design that really emphasizes those mouthwatering melons. It’s not a coincidence she is here.

“Hey,” she’ll say. Be polite and greet her back. You’ll try to introduce yourself, but she’ll interrupt you.

“You’re cuter than I thought you’d be,” she’ll say.

Reply back with a compliment. Go ahead and shoot your shot. She’ll appreciate the fresh forwardness that most people would be too scared to treat her with. “And you look more fuckable than I thought you’d be.”

She’ll look appalled, but watch as her indignance turns into a smirk for the appreciation of the wit and brashness, the kind of behavior that gets her pussy wet. This is exactly what she’ll be expecting, after all.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” she’ll say, “Wendy unnie told me about you. I asked her to get you here today so I could see for myself.”

Deny anything she’s accusing you of until it comes straight from her. “What have you heard?”

“I hear you’re somewhat of an idol whisperer. Knows how to pleasure women with no strings attached. Was maybe wondering if I could get a consultation in the backseat of my car.”

You are not yet ready for Somi; she is way too advanced to be covered here. Instead, she will be covered in The Advanced Guide to Great-Looking Abs in Just 10 Minutes. Politely decline but give her your number. Tell her to text another day when you’re not so busy. If she’s really interested, she’ll call.

For now, there are other things on the agenda: places to go, people to see, things to do. Get in your car, check your messages. There will undoubtedly be a text from one Lee Saerom, another client who loves riding that dick harder than Wendy.

Her text will read: Are you coming or not?

Tell her you’re on your way. She will give you her location, tell you how she wants it. She is a much different beast from Wendy: wilder, but more tamable than Somi.

Now, the rules Wendy imposed on your arrangement are a good foundation, but these are basic principles that don’t necessarily apply to women like Saerom and Somi, women more complicated in their wants and needs. This isn’t the end of the journey—there are more rules to follow, more concepts to learn. Once you feel comfortable with the concepts in this module, take a deep breath and pat yourself on the back.

Congratulations, you are now ready for The Intermediate Guide to Great-Looking Abs in Just 10 Minutes.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Just a little quickie I churned out in a couple days which is a much faster turnaround time that most of my fics. Thanks for reading!

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // nineteen

| @sani-sims

next / previous / beginning

EDELWYN: Already? What a pity. KYRIE: Suppose I could introduce to some of the others at a later date? EDELWYN: Oh, really? Well, that would be grand! Why don’t you come over to my manor tomorrow night. I’ll prepare something! LUCIEN: Is there going to be another party? EDELWYN: Yes, yes, why don’t you come as well, Your Highness. This will be quite the spectacle. Of course, if it’s all alright, Your Grace? KYRIE: Certainly. Tomorrow evening, then? EDELWYN: Tomorrow EVE: Well, that was easy enough. He seems to do most the talking on his own. Not the most interesting specimen, but perhaps the perfect candidate for your plans. KYRIE: Mm. Let’s hope. EVE: Have you someone in mind already to go? KYRIE: I do. I’ll spare you anymore time with the Duke. As you said, he’s not the most interesting. EVE: That is a great mercy. KYRIE: Speaking of mercies… our night is coming to a close. Things are winding down already, I’m sure we could get away without too many noticing. EVE: And leave Åse? KYRIE: She seems perfectly happy to babysit. Come on, Eve, let me enjoy a night without my shadow. EVE: Oh, very well. EVE: You never told me why he’s really here. KYRIE: I thought it’d be obvious. If it was my choice at all, he wouldn’t be. But the High Priestess cares little about what I want. And maybe she’s right to override my wishes. After all, things aren’t safe. EVE: And he is going to ensure your safety? You’re better off with any of us. KYRIE: A point I’d previously made myself. But, well, I exhausted my goodwill with her. That’s my fault. EVE: That woman wouldn’t know the right thing to do if it smacked her in the face. And you shouldn’t take on any guilt because of it. I won’t believe she’s trying to protect you out of love. KYRIE: No, I know that… EVE: sighs I’m sorry, Kyrie. KYRIE: Don’t be. EVE: You said your sister is alive. Then, you still have family. KYRIE: Yes, maybe… EVE: Maybe? KYRIE: I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that, now. EVE: Alright, then, we won’t. EVE: It’s beautiful out here. KYRIE: Mm. The city has its bright spots. I’ve gotten to see a good few of them this passed month. EVE: You didn’t get out much before? KYRIE: No. Though, maybe that’s my fault, too. Maybe I’ve been too complacent with my cage. I guess nearly dying changes your perspective. Even if I did choose that path. No, especially because of it. EVE: You want something different? KYRIE: I’m starting to. EVE: I’m glad. You shouldn’t lay down and let them dictate your life for you. KYRIE: I never wanted that. I never wanted to be so… indifferent to everything. I suppose I just thought there wasn’t anything I could do. I didn’t see a way out. Maybe I still don’t. But I’ve been asking myself if I might ever find my way to something better, then, what would “something better” really look like? EVE: And have you come up with any answers, yet? KYRIE: A few. Perhaps, most importantly, I realized I don’t want to spend my life alone. EVE: No? KYRIE: I don’t know. Being around the ten of you… those of you who have, for whatever strange reason, chosen to engage with me willingly. It’s different. And it’s nice. I wish I’d had more of it, before. But I know I don’t want to lose it going forward. I suppose, if we all survive this, many of you will move on, return home… Admittedly, it does make me… sad. Maybe more frightening is the idea I might have to learn to do this all over again, but on my own. Without the Moon EVE: I can’t speak for the others, but it’s not strange at all that someone would enjoy your company. I imagine it will be very difficult to go back home after everything. But then… what’s the rush? If you wanted to spend more time with someone, whoever it might be, then maybe you need only ask? KYRIE: Would you stay, Eve? EVE: If you’d like me to. KYRIE: Hm. Then suppose I shouldn’t ask just yet. There’s still chips left to fall. Maybe in the end, you’ll find I’m not the person you thought I was after all. EVE: Kyrie? KYRIE: Not tonight. Maybe some other day I’ll have the courage to tarnish that good image you have of me.

[imminent-danger-came]

What the Legos Want

MK: "I just- I don't want to let my friends down, you know? It's like, I want to help out in the store, do arts and crafts with Sandy, and party with M-m-m-Mei! Mei! But it's to hard, I'm just one guy!"

(1x02 Duplicatnation)

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MK: "Okay! I did bad, I just- I really wanted that peach, and I guess I got carried away."

(1x06 The Great Wall Race)

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Sun Wukong: "Take in everything! Choose what you want to do, and then do it! That is focus."

(1x07 Impossible Delivery)

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MK: "I just wanted to be good enough—like you."

(1x09 Macaque)

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MK: "It's like- I want to be strong, and I'm trying to be! But it- it's like Monkey King isn't giving me a chance! *sigh* What if- what if he knows he made a mistake—chose wrong, chose the wrong successor?"

(2x07 Shadow Play)

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Sandy: "Hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength—took me a really long time to realize that. As long as I'm doing something to help out a friend, I don't mind what it is! I just want to be there for 'em when they need me."

(2x08 To Catch a Leaf)

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Sun Wukong: "You want me to leave it, and I want me to take it! Eh, it's toughy." Ne Zha: "What!? Don't do this! Sun Wukong: "I'm sorry—it's the only way!"

(3x01 On The Run)

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MK: “Why are you helping her—Lady Bone Demon—like, look, I get that you’re a bad guy, but you know that she wants to destroy everything, right?”

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Sandy: "I don't want to fight, but I can't let you hurt my friends!"

(3x04 The Winning Side)

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Sun Wukong: "What? You got what you wanted didn't you? Not gonna gloat? Monologue a little before scurrying off to your master? Go on! The Lady Bone Demon is waiting." Macaque: "I couldn't care less about what the Lady Bone Demon wants!"

(3x09 The King, the Prince, and the Shadow)

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Mei: "I can't! I don't want to hurt you—any of you! I'm sorry."

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Mei: "No! Stay back! I- I don't want to hurt you!"

(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)

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The Mayor: "All my lady ever desired was a world no longer plagued by pain—until the Monkey King and his companions got in the way. Fate however has gifted her a second chance!"

(3x13 Time to be Warriors) (Desired, wanted, same thing.)

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Lady Bone Demon: "Save your hero speech child—I've existed long enough to know when it's over. MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?" Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Macaque: "Still the same Wukong, doing whatever he wants with no regard for others!"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Sun Wukong: "It's actually amazing how quickly you're mastering your powers—when I was your age-"

MK: "-You were fighting the celestial armies and generally swinging your big ol' tail around to get what you wanted?" Sun Wukong: "Well I was going to say making regrettable life choices but yeah, thanks for laying out. I'm embarrassed to admit it but—you might have actually already done more for this world that I ever have!"

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

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Mei: “What’s the point of having power if you won’t use it? Don’t you have people you want to protect?”

(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robed Demon)

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Sandy: “But you were too WEAK to be who you truly are! I am a monster! That’s what the world wants me to be, so that’s what I’m gonna give ‘em!”

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

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Curse MK: "Hey no no no- I get it man. You want to get back to our monster of the week adventures, get back to our simple missions with Mei, mastering all of Monkey King's powers and delivering noodles for pigsy. Right?" MK: "Yeah...yeah actually that's exactly what I wanna-" Curse MK: "But we can't! Not after all we've seen! All we know and all we don't? *sigh* Right friend?"

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Azure Lion: "No no—this isn't what I wanted! All you had to do was wait, after this was all over I was going to release Sun Wukong, help him see reason! That is now impossible—not after what you've done!"

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MK: “No matter what I do, it’s going to lead to pain. It’s like the Lady Bone Demon said—it doesn’t matter if I want to help people or not! Everything I do just- it just makes things worse!”

(4x08 The Brotherhood)

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Macaque: "Point is, it’s time to start making your own choices—something I wish I would have learned a lot sooner than I did. You don’t want to fight Azure because people might get hurt, you don’t want to not fight him because people might get hurt–so do something else! Only you get to decide who you are kiddo.”

(4x10 The Jade Emperor)

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Sun Wukong: "Ah, don't be like that! Eat some fruit, soak up the sun—that's why I've been training so hard!" Macaque: "What, so you can be the strongest?" Sun Wukong: "Nooo! Well, maybe a little bit—but that's not the point! It's so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again! Just living a lazy life, sitting in the sun, eatin' fruit, and doing whatever we want!"

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Sun Wukong: "I just wanted to protect the people I cared about—to be strong enough. I lost sight of why I was doing any of it."

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Macaque: "You did it for yourself! You've become this like, obsessive demon! I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no, Wukong doesn't listen to anyone, he just does whatever he wants!"

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

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MK: "That's what you were pretending to be right? To be my friend? To care about me? When really you were just using me to get what you wanted! To turn me against my own mentor! Put your hand in the monkey cage, and expect to get bit son!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

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Sun Wukong: "Azure just stop, okay? You've won—you're going to destroy us just like you wanted! Us an the entire universe." Azure Lion: "Huh? No. This is not what I wanted! I can still fix this, it's- it's the whole reason I'm here at all!" Sun Wukong: "Wait, how are you here!?" Azure Lion: "What? What kind of a question is that you know exactly how I'm-" Sun Wukong: "-No! Here and now! I put you in the underworld myself. How'd you get out, how'd you get the scroll? I know for sure you didn't steal it—you couldn't have! Azure, who gave you that scroll? Because whoever it was they must have known this would happen, wanted this to happen! And they used you to do it."

Azure Lion: "I just wanted to make the world a better place!" MK: "You still can—you're the only one who can."

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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Welcome viewers, to a shadow play the likes of which have never been seen! It follows the tragic tale of a legendary warrior, and how those who bring light into this world inevitably bring darkness to those they hold dear whether they want to or not.

[notinmyvocab]

Laundry Day ii

There are some clothes to sort through. But feelings need sorting first.

Sorry not sorry.

tagging @weemssapphic and @lilfartbox1 by request! If anyone else wants to be tagged in stuff, lemme know!

read part one here

Alice’s stomach twisted as she stared up at the house. Was this really the right address? Of course it was; she had checked the text message a million times just to be sure.

She adjusted her bra strap, wondering if she made the right choice. She had changed three different times, unable to settle on a color. Red, black, heather grey? Actually, she couldn’t remember what she ended up choosing. Alice pulled her collar away from her neck and looked down her shirt. Black. Classic. Nice.

Fucking hell, what was she doing? She was going to a stranger’s house! A stranger who had the rest of her underwear. God, this was like the start of a really bad porno.

Was it? Was this going to go in the direction of a bad porno? Would she mind if it did?

Alice knocked.

Larissa opened the door almost immediately. “I’m so sorry to have kept you in suspense,” she said, stepping aside to let Alice in. “I had a meeting with the mayor; that man certainly knows how to talk.”

“Worth the wait,” Alice said, the words tumbling out before she could even think about them.

The door shut, and Alice couldn’t help the thudding in her chest. Was it anticipation? Nerves?

“Actually, I wanted to… I wanted to apologize.” Alice turned to see Larissa lingering by the door, wringing her hands nervously. Before she could ask what Larissa was apologizing for, the older woman went on, “I sent that message without really thinking and it was entirely inappropriate of me to do that to someone who is a stranger—“

“I liked it,” Alice interrupted. She could her cheeks grow warm and she didn’t doubt that they were glowing pink. “The photo. I… I really liked it and at first I was kind of… I don’t know the right word; not scared? Surprised, I guess. Just really surprised because I didn’t think… I mean, I’ve never… no one’s really ever taken an interest in me like that before so I didn’t believe it at first but—“

She was suddenly unable to talk; soft lips pressed against her own. Larissa cut her off with a kiss, and thank god too because Alice was certain that if she hadn’t been stopped, she would have kept talking and talking and talking.

“You ramble,” Larissa murmured against her lips.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s endearing. But I do think that mouth can be put to better uses, hm?”

Alice’s heart began thudding wildly again. Her stomach twisted, every nerve electrified. “I…” She wanted to say yes. She wanted to agree to whatever Larissa was proposing. But a paralyzing fear crept into her bones, freezing her blood in place.

Larissa pulled away. “I’m too bold. I’m sorry.”

“I’m a virgin,” Alice blurted out.

The silence that hung between them was unbearable. Alice wanted to throw up. Stupid girl; why did she admit that?

But then Larissa smiled and came close again, resting a hand on Alice’s cheek. She was gentle, and Alice leaned into her touch.

“Bit pathetic, I know,” Alice murmured as Larissa’s thumb stroked her cheek. “Twenty-something year old. Independent woman. Job. Place of my own. Never touched by anyone.”

“And you’re nervous.”

Alice nodded, partly mortified and partly relieved that Larissa understood. She melted a little further into her touch, calmed by the warmth of Larissa’s palm.

Before long, Larissa pulled her hand away from Alice’s cheek, but only to pull her into a tight embrace. “Then we won’t do anything,” Larissa murmured into her hair. “We can just sort through laundry.”

Alice had never known comfort like this. She remembered always being propositioned, people who would buy her drinks and think that was enough to get her into bed. Some had even been charming. But never once had they showed this level of understanding.

“I think my hands have better use than sorting through laundry,” Alice said before pulling Larissa back into a kiss.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Sakyo Furuichi SR: Secret Return Gift Talk - Part 2

Sakyo: (Now I see why the Director was in such a good mood. Today’s curry really was delicious.)

Kazunari: Hey, hey, everyone! Can I have a bit of your time before you return to your rooms?

Tsuzuru: What’s gotten into you all of a sudden, Miyoshi-san?

Kazunari: Our gifts for Director-chan shouldn’t overlap, so I thought it’d be nice if we exchanged information!

Sakyo: (Exchange information…? Sounds useful, maybe I should listen.)

Masumi: I don’t really care to know.

Kazunari: But you’re definitely thinking of something awesome for your return gift, aren’t cha? I really wanna know!

Masumi: I’m thinking of something, but I won’t tell you what.

Kazunari: You’re so cold, Massu!

Kazunari: I can’t really force it out of you, though.

Kazunari: BTW, can I ask about your plans, Furuuche-san?

Sakyo: I haven’t decided on anything.

Tsuzuru: There’s lots to pick from, it really gets you thinking.

Tsuzuru: Although not for the Director, I bought some cheese cookies for my coworker at my part-time job. 

Sakyo: (I see… So that’s why Minagi was looking at them on today’s fair.)

Kazunari: Cheese cookies are swell! Nice choice, Tsuzurun!

Tsuzuru: But I still gotta find something for the Director. You started all of this, but how about you, Miyoshi-san?

Kazunari: I’m going down the chocolate route! I found some limited edition chocos that look real delicious~!

Omi: I’m also thinking of giving some sweets, but I haven’t decided what to make. Maybe macarons or financier…

Kazunari: Whatever you decide on, since you’re making it yourself, it’ll be delish and it’ll make her happy! Woah, homemade sweets are actually a double-kill!

Kumon: I was thinking about giving the Director something soothing, ‘cause she’s always working so hard!

Izumi: You all look like you’re having fun.

Masumi: Director…

Kumon: Eh, Director!? When did you get here!?

Izumi: Hm? Just now.

Masumi: Did you come to see me?

Izumi: Well, not really. I could hear everyone’s excited voices from the hallway, so I got curious…

Omi: Is that so… Did you hear what we were talking about, then?

Izumi: No, I couldn’t make out what you were saying. What were you talking about?

Sakyo: We were talking about how delicious today’s curry was. …Right?

Kumon: R-Right!

Kazunari: Thanks for making such delicious curry, Director-chan!

Izumi: You’re welcome! I’ll make it again any time, so feel free to let me know whenever you’re craving it.

Omi: Whew… We somehow got out of that.

Tsuzuru: I didn’t expect the Director to suddenly show up. I thought my heart was gonna burst.

Sakyo: If you’re going to continue this conversation, consider lowering your voices.

Kazunari: You heard him! Everyone, let's lower the volume a bit!

Kumon: Got it!

Masumi: Still noisy.

Sakyo: (For now, I’ll listen to what they’ve got to say…)

Sakyo: (The more I listen to them, the harder it gets to pick something…)

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Sakoda: Good work today too, Aniki!

Sakyo: Yeah…

Sakoda: Aniki… You sound real tired, y’know? I can rub your shoulders! 

Sakyo: No, I’m not that tired.

Sakoda: Eh? But you kinda seem more tired than usual. Actually, it’s more like the wrinkles between your eyebrows are deeper than usual…

Sakoda: Ah! Are ya still trying to find what to get Big Sis for White Day?

Sakyo: … You got that right. No matter what I choose, I feel like it’ll end up being something similar to the others’...

Sakoda: So that’s how it is… Then, how about making your gift something only you can give?

Sakoda: Like, your time!

Sakyo: What’s that supposed to mean?

Sakoda: Exactly what it says on the tin! I’m super happy to get to spend time with you, Aniki!

Sakoda: Just goin' somewhere with you, havin' dinner with you, feels like some kinda special present!

Sakyo: (... Give the Director my time?)

Sakyo: (Go somewhere with her, eat whatever she wants with her… Something like that?)

Sakyo: …

Sakoda: A-Aniki?

Sakyo: … That sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Sakoda.

Sakoda: Aniki…! No problem, this is nothing!

Sakoda: I hope Big Sis likes it! I’ll be rootin' for you!

Sakyo: Yeah, thanks.

part 1 | part 2

NOTES:

(1) i wasn't sure if i should use the eng version's nicknames for sakyo and tsuzuru, so i just went with what i'm most familiar with, out of personal preference, sorry!

(2) i'm not sure if masumi is telling kumon to be quiet or is just complaining about the noise, lol

[nestaismommy]

https://at.tumblr.com/feyreselain/youre-not-happy-with-the-way-the-ic-handled/dlytzgax3tch

Have you seen ^ that load of bs lol?

It’s definitely bullshit.

Not because Nesta lived, doesn’t mean the inner circle cared.

Let’s see….

Feyre said carefully, “For what it’s worth, I was hoping you’d turn yourself around. I wanted to give you space to do it, since you seem to lash out at everyone who comes close enough, but you didn’t even try.”

I had someone close to me, tell me that I’m not trying to get over my trauma, and let me tell you something. It is so fucking insensitive. You can’t just get over it. It can take years to move past traumatic events and heal from them. It is a long journey. And it’s a process. Nesta was coping. It is so hard to even get out of bed when you’re suffering. You’re just trying to survive. And then someone tells you that you aren’t even trying. If Nesta told Feyre she wasn’t even “trying” when Feyre was still traumatized from under the mountain, Feyre would’ve cried or some shit.

“You spent five hundred gold marks last night!” Feyre exploded, shooting to her feet to pace in front of the hearth. “Do you know how much money that is? Do you know how embarrassed I was when we got the bill this morning and my friends—my family—had to hear all about it?”

That’s what you care about Feyre? The money that isn’t even yours? Don’t you live off his money too? You’re embarrassed?

Oh please, get over it. Go cry over your scrambled eggs or something. Last I checked, he didn’t even earn the money. He’s just rich and he could’ve easily cut her off.

“It is about how it reflects upon me, upon Rhys, and upon my court when my damned sister spends our money on wine and gambling and does nothing to contribute to this city! If my sister cannot be controlled, then why should we have the right to rule over anyone else?”

Does nothing to contribute to this city? Bitch she literally fought in the war ☠️

Clearly she’s more worried about her title, than Nesta’s trauma.

“I am not a thing to be controlled by you,” Nesta said icily. Everything in her life, from the moment she was born, had been controlled by other people. Things happened to her; anytime she tried to exert control, she’d been thwarted at every turn—and she hated that even more than the King of Hybern.

Do you know how fucking sad this is? She’s always been controlled. Imagine how triggering this is considering her mother and grandmother did the same thing. They controlled her too. Now it’s her sister.

“That’s why you’re going to train at Windhaven. You will learn to control yourself.”

“I won’t go.”

“You’re going, even if you have to be tied up and hauled there.”

Is this what you call helping? Making Nesta train in Windhaven with Illyrians who literally hate women and SA them.

Not as her sister said, “I’m having that entire building condemned.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s done. Rhys already visited the landlord. It will be torn down and rebuilt as a shelter for families still displaced by the war.”

Nesta tried to master her uneven breathing. One of the few choices she’d made for herself, stripped away. Feyre didn’t seem to care. Feyre had always been her own master. Always got whatever she wished. And now, it seemed, Feyre would be granted this wish, too.

Destroying Nesta’s home. One of the few chooses she’d made for herself, stripped away.

Feyre didn’t seem to care. Always got whatever she wished.

“You go back to the human lands.”

Amren had suggested a few days in a dungeon in the Hewn City, but Feyre had simply said that the human world would be more than enough of a prison for someone like Nesta.

This?? What the fuck? Dungeon? There’s no way you’re gonna sit there and tell me these people care for her. Care my ass.

The fact that Feyre said the human world because it would be a prison to Nesta.

Yeah as I said, they weren’t trying to help her and they never cared. Think what you want to think but I’m just stating the obvious.

[domripley]

Tara's Girl

pairing: amber freeman x reader; tara carpenter x reader

warnings: noncon, forced oral sex, finger sucking. Spit Kink

summary: amber makes her move, noticing that tara and you aren’t talking.

request: Hey! Can I request Amber x fem reader non con smut please

You sat next to Wes, not bothering to watch whatever movie was on the TV. All you wanted to do was go home - Tara and you had a fight on the way to Wes’ place. Tara sat next to Amber, refusing to acknowledge you with her eyes glued to the screen.

You sighed, getting up out of your seat. You walked into the kitchen, needing some space from everyone. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe. The fight was over something fun and Tara had every right to be angry. You poured yourself some more Sprite, trying to take your mind off your girlfriend.

You jumped as you looked up to see Amber in the doorway. You pulled your phone out and began to scroll through Twitter. As soon as you did, Amber grabbed your phone from you.

“Everything okay, (Your Name)?” she asked, setting your phone on the counter.

You reached for it, but withdrew your hand when she smacked it. You glared at her, unsure as to why she did it.

“What the-“ you began.

“I asked you what was wrong.” Amber said sternly.

“Tara and I had a fight, okay?” you snapped, finishing your drink.

You walked past her, only to be stopped by her pulling you back by your shirt. You weren’t sure as to what exactly she wanted. Amber was a lot closer to Tara, so why was she interested in you all of a sudden?

“Let go of my shirt, Am.” You said, but Amber didn’t budge. Her grip got tighter as she pulled you in closer.

“Why are you in such a rush, (Your Name)? It’s not like you’re going back out there to cuddle up with Tara.” Amber smirked.

You glared at her, slapping her hand away to get her to let go of your shirt. You were angry now, unsure as to why Amber would say something like that towards you. Of course you couldn’t just go cuddle with Tara, but she didn’t need to say anything along those lines.

“You should dump her,” Amber stated. “I’ll be honest with you… I’ve always had a thing for you since you started dating Tara. But what really made me want you was on that camping trip last month. I was up late at night, and I could hear all the sounds you were making. How you were begging Tara to let you come and god… I knew then and there that I wanted you.”

Amber took a step forward, pushing you up against the counter. She leaned in, kissing you on the lips. It was rough and unpleasant, causing you to slap Amber across the face.

“What the actual fuck?!” You snapped.

Amber smile, grabbing you by the neck and squeezing roughly. “Now that wasn’t very nice, was it?”

”Fuck you,” you spat.

“Such a mouth, I’m going to have to teach you some manners,” she sighed, licking her lips. “I think you need to apologize to me now.”

“What? No, you kissed me.” you snapped. “I’m telling Tara what you did.”

Amber laughed at your threat. “Go ahead. She won’t believe you.”

“She would-“ you began, but Amber cut you off by pushing you down to your knees by your neck. She removed her hand - unbuckling her belt with both hands as she kept her eyes glued on you.

Amber looked up, jumping slightly as she noticed Wes walk past the kitchen. She unzipped her jeans, pulling them down hurriedly. Her underwear soon followed.

“You’re going to apologize for slapping me, (Your Name),” she said, grabbing you by your hair. Pulling you closer to her pussy. “Go on, kiss it.”

You shook your head, keeping your mouth shut tight. You weren’t going to do this - you loved Tara. Amber huffed, growing frustrated with your act of defiance. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, you choose.”

She gave you a few seconds to decide, but you still refused to. She sighed, “Very well then.”

Pushing your face into her pussy, you had no choice but to do what she wanted. Sliding your tongue into her right away, you silently hoped someone would come in and stop what she was forcing you to do. Amber fucked your tongue, holding your head in place as she did all the work. She wanted to be quick, not wanting anyone to walk in on the two of you.

She continued, fucking your face as she got closer to her orgasm. Amber pulled your face away from her pussy, allowing you sometime to breathe. After a minute, Amber pushed your face back into her pussy. “That’s it, good girl.” she praised, which caused you to feel sick to your stomach.

“I don’t think you’re Tara’s girl anymore, baby,” she teased, causing tears to well up in your eyes. “You’re mine, but don’t you worry… with a mouth like yours I’ll take real good care of you.”

You tried to pull away, but Amber kept you in place. “Don’t- fuck, don’t pull away. I’m close.” Amber moaned, fucking your face once more. She came with a grunt, pulling away from you once she was satisfied.

“Open your mouth,” she instructed, and you shook your head. Amber rolled her eyes, pinching your nose and holding it until you opened your mouth. Leaning down, Amber spat in your mouth. “Hold it. I want you to hold it until I say swallow. Understood?”

You nodded, patiently waiting for her to let you swallow. You felt sick to your stomach, wanting nothing more than for her to leave you alone. You wanted to make up with Tara and tell her what Amber had done to you.

“Good girl for waiting, you can swallow now.” she smiled. You did as you were told, hoping she was done with you now.

You jumped as she shoved three fingers into your mouth unexpectedly. “Hey Tara,” she said, smiling at your girlfriend. “Do you want something to drink?”

Your eyes widened, trying to pull Amber’s fingers out of your mouth. You knew you could make noise, but you knew Amber would make an excuse for it.

“Hey, and no. I’m actually looking for (Your Name), have you seen her?” Tara asked.

Amber shook her head, “I have not. Maybe she left?”

Tara sighed, “Let me know if you see her.”

Amber gave her a small smile, “Of course.”

As soon as Tara was out of sight, Amber pulled her fingers out of your mouth. She stayed quiet as she pulled her pants back up and you watched as she buckled her belt. You stayed on the ground, tears running down your face.

“If you tell Tara about this, I promise you that she won’t ever believe you,” she laughed. “I’m her best friend and I’ve known her for years.”

You stayed silent, biting your lip as hard as you could. The taste of Amber’s pussy still lingered, causing you to gag.

“I’d clean yourself up before you join us again, wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious.” Was all she said before making her way out of the kitchen. You hurried to the bathroom, making sure no one had seen you. Gasping, you turned on the water. Washing your face off to make yourself presentable, hoping Tara wanted to make up.

You were Tara’s girl after all.

[yaralulu]

sorry i didn’t get how our point differs (because in my head we agree but maybe i didn’t phrase properly lol)

but yes lucien is honestly the only friend feyre has/had that i would call hers because regardless of how great a repertoire she has with the ic and how much trauma sharing they do they’re just .. not very good friends. j appreciate that lucien calls feyre out when she’s in the wrong (as he does tamlin) and while i don’t think the “you were a better friend to me” bullshit was warranted at all, his acknowledging how he may have fallen short of expectations sometimes and going above and beyond to make up for it is a lot more than whatever rhysand has done. i bring him up because the double standard is honestly what annoys me. if you hate lucien and you hate everyone else equally because you think they’ve all done irredeemable shit, honestly fine. but if you’re going to tell me that lucien and nesta and even tamlin who repeatedly choose feyre over themselves multiple times are in the wrong while building a shrine to saint rhysand and the wrongs we’ve committed against him? no dice.

also just because feyre is the protagonist doesn’t mean choosing her is the best thing to do at all times.

also nesta. i was honestly so surprised to see that they they were such big characters in the following books. sjm can lie all day long but as long as acotar exists i won’t believe a word she says about how planned out the inclusion of the sisters + feysand was. i thought acotar would be a tamfeycien love triangle and i stand by that. however disagreeable you find her actions, she has tried to make up for it, and i honestly think people would be able to see it and forgive her if feyre wasn’t pushing for their relationship to be mended pronto for some inexplicable reason while surrounded by centurions who will famously never let her forget what a terrible baby she was

I was talking about how bringing up the stuff rhys did in TAR is not the same as bringing up irreverent stuff that lucien and nesta so we do agree dw !!

I mourn Lucien and feyre’s friendship all the time cause they really did have something special and feyre deserves friends who are her own and who would choose her in every situation.I don’t know why SJM went that weird route with them in acofas were feyre was so blatantly rude to lucien,so much so that he had to call her out because it was certainly an … interesting choice 💀.

I will also die on the hill that Acotar was supposed to be a standalone!!! You don’t have your main character die for someone when you know they’re not endgame like?? and I’ve heard people say there were mate signs between feyre and tamlin so I really don’t believe sjm when she says that everything was planned out.But the sisters characterization in that book is the main reason I believe that.Its honestly clear to me that SJM whipped up something out of thin air to try and explain nesta’s actions and she’ll probably do the same for elain.Shes not known to be a planner lol.

[quietwingsinthesky]

one last thing, and i say this with a note that i still haven’t finished s6, but maybe the greatest injustice this arc has done to river’s character is the ‘brainwashed to murder the doctor’ thing.

perhaps this will be different by the end, but right now, what it feels like is that we went from the implication that river killed the doctor without giving us a reason but giving us the pieces to guess why river would choose to do such a thing. already in the time of angels/flesh and stone, we know that river does love the doctor, but that doesn’t mean she won’t lie to and manipulate him when she thinks it’s necessary. it wasn’t hard to speculate that, if a situation came up at the beginning of their relationship that pit the doctor against something river thought was more important, then she would make the choice to kill him. whatever reason that might be, that was beyond speculation, but it made sense that she would.

but that. is no longer something river is choosing. it’s brainwashing. that’s all. river wants to kill the doctor because brainwashing (and even more infuriating, she falls in love with him because. and i quote. she’s a woman.)

the removal of her agency in this, even implied agency, makes everything around it weaker. river being brainwashed to kill the doctor doesn’t actually say anything about river herself. (i will give credit to it opening the door to river’s first choice(?) of her own free will being to give up her regenerations and save the doctor. that’s a nice touch, even if it was also obviously a way to nerf a character they realized they’d given too much power to. but even then, what do we learn from this, right? that being told she has a future where the doctor trusts her is enough to make her stop being brainwashed into doing murder?)

and so everything around river killing the doctor is tainted by association, her imprisonment that she implies she’s taking as penance (girl you were brainwashed), the way she talks around the crime and regrets it (girl you were brainwashed), because beyond the tragedy of her being cultnapped, which the show doesn’t seem to care to linger on for more than a minute and so lost the impact of quickly!!, there isn’t much to this whole thing.

and it ends up screwing the doctor’s part in her story up, too.

(okay. quick side tangent. did i or did i not hear river tell the doctor that he taught her to fly the tardis. as in, an extension of trust that mirrors when he’s surprised she has a sonic screwdriver in her very first episode. but then in let’s kill hitler, she just. had the tardis beam tardis-flying instructions into her brain, no doctor necessary. god, this is infuriating. who unwrites their own character beats.)

but now, where’s the tension? yes, river will definitely totally kill him, guys (<- show that is still making new episodes.) but like. who gives a shit. it’s brainwashing. the doctor falling in love with her is no longer choosing this knowing that, like river says will happen to her, what i assume we were supposed to apply to the doctor as well, that the worst day for both of them will be when they don’t even know each other. when the doctor loves her most, river would choose to kill him. that’s the whole basis of the tragedy here, isn’t it?

but hey! the doctor doesn’t have to actually wrestle with the woman he loves being at one point so ideologically opposed to him that she’d shoot him dead! it’s brainwashing, guys. she’s brainwashed. and she’ll get better and stop wanting him dead when there’s no more brainwashing. and he knows this. the only angst left is in him actually dying, a very real very serious threat on the BBC’s doctor who, a show that famously will definitely kill off the doctor. for realsies.

i don’t know. it’s just frustrating to me. you’ve got all the pins of a tragedy set up so perfectly, and instead, you got a gutter ball. by god, i’m hoping this all gets miraculously resolved by the s6 finale and these complaints turn out to be meaningless. but that’s a thin, thin hope.

[xthescarletbitch]

For the fic title game

"You know I'm gonna find a way" with Kara

And

"Take my hand" with Luther

thank you for sending this in!! <3 both very good choices.

for kara, i think of her path where she makes it to canada with alice and luther without sacrificing anyone because markus got the public opinion up high enough for the border guard to let her through without any trouble.

now, i’d set this fic somewhere before that. where, exactly? not sure. i could place it anywhere from her and alice’s first night on the streets to before jericho (could even do it during jericho).

for the sake of answering this ask, and keeping it reader-insert friendly, i’ll choose the moment where she has just escaped todd’s with alice, and she’s looking for a place to stay. i’ve always had a little fic idea where the reader is similar to rose and just takes in androids to help. however, there is more to the character—they were alice’s old babysitter, more specifically the one who’d watch alice every time kara wasn’t there, whether that was due to her fetting repairs or even before she was in the picture.

alice would bring you up to kara, who would be hesitant at first because she really does not want todd to find her. after exhausting her options by trying other spots, though, she chooses to follow through with finding you because she just wants alice to sleep in a nice, warm bed.

upon finding your place, kara is relieved when she sees androids through the window. she is happy seeing that it’s a safe space. you let them in, of course, and you’ll talk a bit about everything. you try your best to accommodate them both and have them feel welcome in your home, providing them with dry clothes and whatever else they need.

later that night, when kara is tucking alice in bed, she’d assure alice, “you know i’m gonna find a way,” referring to getting them to safety because she knows that they can’t stay at your place forever. alice nods, trusting kara, and then wishes you both good night.

kara exits the room, and you both get to talking. because i’m all about friends-to-lovers, this would be the start of pining between the two of you. this certainly won’t be the last night that you’ll see kara. you’ll be with her on every step of the journey, physically and spiritually. i’d find a way to place you at the scene throughout her story. a speedy romance, david cage style (like carla/lucas and madison/ethan). 🫶

next, luther!! i typically wouldn’t write for him, but, if anything, i’d do so in a platonic way. for his, i’d probably do the post-revolution trope where the three of them (him, kara, and alice) are in canada together. after crossing the border, kara is frozen, unable to believe she’s actually made it. so many thoughts circulate in her head as she looks around.

luther snaps her out of it, offering his hand to her. he promises her and alice that he won’t stop protecting them; he is there until the very end. for the sake of the fic, luther would know just where to go and lead the girls. he may have some prior connections in canada from androids he’s met with in the past, so he opts to take kara and alice with him.

they’d find temporary shelter for the night before consulting with luther’s friends. eventually, they’d get set up with more permanent housing and jobs to provide for themselves. they’d live a regular life together, platonically or romantically, and just enjoy their days in canada. alice would (maybe) attend school like a normal kid, kara would probably have a job at some bakery (i can’t explain this), and luther would probably work in something to do with business/accounting/technology (i also cannot explain this).

oh! and if i combined the two to be in the same timeline, maybe the reader has crossed the border before them, and kara is reunited with them after she does so, too. i’d just let kara and reader explore their romantic relationship as they live their lives without worry. i’d give my babies a happily ever after because that’s what they deserve. 😤

[hoffstrap-yuri]

A Brownie A Day, Keeps the Doctor Glued

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Eve had a penchant for eating when she was bored. Most of the times she didn't have her vice of choice at the ready, but that was different now that she was with Laura Gordon. The doctor didn't seem to mind the side effects of Eve's eating habits catching up to her waistline.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Tags: Lesbian Characters, Feeding Kink, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Slight Medical Kink, Female Chainshipping, WLW Chainshipping, Lesbian Chainshipping, PWP

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

Author's Note: This isn't a tie-in with my other fem chainshipping, but it's also not not related so choose how to read this as you will. As always hope you enjoy my fic!

“Honey.” The woman whined from the couch, reaching out for the snack across the kitchen. “Honey!”

“Yes?” The blonde haired woman looked up from over the book she was reading

“Can you get me a snack?”

“Love, you’re only three feet away from the kitchen.”

“I know, but I don’t want to get up.”

“You’re going to get fat if you keep this up.” The blonde tisked before getting up and walking across the room. She looked at the dessert her girlfriend wanted so badly before taking it and dangling it just out of her girlfriend, Eve’s reach.

“Laura!” She reached up. Laura couldn’t help but feel something pulling in her chest as she saw how… pathetic she was like this. She lowered the treat into Eve’s hand, who gobbled it up like she’d been starved. “That was so mean.”

“It wasn’t with any ill intent.” Laura paced the room

“Say that again. Maybe I’ll believe your bullshit next time.” Eve rolled her eyes, looking over the sofa for another snack.

“Do you want me to make you something?” Laura offered

“No, can’t. I’m waiting for dinner.”

“You can have dinner now.”

“No I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s only three in the afternoon. It’s too early for dinner.” Eve whined, lifting herself up from the furniture and going to rummage through the fridge. Before she could find a snack, Laura’s hands were on Eve. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Laura smiled and cuddled into the crook of Eve’s bony neck. Her hands moved from the slight indentation that was Eve’s stomach and onto her waist.

“Feeling frisky?” Eve laughed

“No, not particularly.” Laura hummed, “Could go for a couple of kisses though.”

“Fine.” Eve shut the door and turned around to face Laura. She cupped one of Laura’s cheeks before giving her a kiss and carefully shoving her head under Laura’s chin. Laura gave Eve a little scratch under her chin, which in turn made Eve fawn over the older woman. “Love me?”

“I love you” Laura’s lips met with the tip of Eve’s nose

“Love you too” she shut her eyes and let her eyelashes brush up against Laura’s skin.

“I’ve changed my mind” Laura’s grasp tightened around the edge of Eve’s stupidly baggy jeans

“From what to what?”

“I want sex.”

“Okay.” Eve smirked and pulled Laura to their makeshift bed.

--- Laura was a smart woman. She hadn’t graduated the top of her medical class through sheer ignorance. She knew how easy it was to condition someone but had no idea how satisfying it would be to mold Eve in her image. It started off easily enough. Eve would beg for some kind of snack at any hour of the day and Laura would give it to her, but not without first dropping some kind of snide remark to the tune of ‘you’re going to get fat’

“I won’t” Eve would argue, shoving whatever it was into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up while she ate her tooth-rotting sweet

“Fine. Don’t believe the doctor.” Laura shrugged

“Don’t believe the doctor” Eve mocked Laura’s words before continuing to eat. Laura hid her smirk behind her hand. She knew it made Eve’s blood boil to be so… correct all the time. That it would get under her skin and in turn make her need to eat more. She peered her head up over the couch and asked, “What are you making for lunch?”

“Just some alfredo noodles.” Laura replied

“Can I have some?” Eve bit the side of her lip

“You just had two brownies.” Laura laughed

“Yeah and? It’s not a meal.” Eve fought back

“Fine.” Laura “relented” and pulled out two plates from the cabinet. When she was done, she plated a little more than half onto Eve’s plate before bringing it over to the woman.

“You’re the best.” She voraciously twirled the noodles around the fork and shoveled them into her mouth. She moaned softly as Laura sat down next to her.

“Good?”

“So fucking good. You’re the best cook.”

“Don’t forget to chew, love.” Laura used the back of her thumb to clear some sauce that stuck to the edge of Eve’s lips. Eve shuddered slightly as the appendage grazed her and Laura used that low sultry tone.

“Yes.” She replied, utterly mesmerized by Laura’s touch. She tried to take hold of her knife to cut the chicken she had moved to the side of the plate but her hands were shaking too much to get a decent cut in

“Do you want me to help?” Laura asked, cutting into her chicken with a precision that only a doctor could hope for. Eve handed her the plate before Laura cut off a piece and fed Eve a piece to tide the woman over. She handed the plate back once it was cut up and pressed her lips onto Eve’s cheek. “Eat up.”’

“Thanks.” Eve looked down at her lap and shoved the pasta into her mouth without another word. Laura took the plates and threw them into the dishwasher after they were done before curling up to Eve. Her head rested on Eve’s shoulder, an arm wrapped around her back and her other gently settling over Eve’s slightly distended stomach. Eve tried to suck it in while they watched TV but it was causing her more pain so with a heavy sigh let her stomach spill ever so slightly into her lap.

“Eat too much?” Laura’s hand slowly started working over the taut skin, “Didn’t I tell you it was going to be a lot?”

“Y-Yeah.” Eve whimpered as Laura’s fingers dug in while she continued to massage her, easing the tension.

“God you’re really going to plump up at this pace if you keep eating like…” Laura bit down on her lip, not subtle in the slightest before choosing her next words carefully, “Eating like a bitch with a rapid metabolism. But we know that’s not the case.”

“We do?” Eve’s moans reached into Laura’s ears and filled her mind with all the filthy things she could dream of.

“At least, I do. You might still be in denial, thinking I don’t see the way your shirts cling more tightly to your frame. How winded you get when realistically you should be running laps around me in stores… but if you keep this up, I might have to seriously intervene as a medical professional.”

“But I’m not fat.” Eve protested, despite her legs crossing to hide her arousal.

“Not yet.” Laura straddled her lap, hooking an arm around Eve’s neck. She kissed her girlfriend and took her growing cheeks into the palm of her hands, “You’re starting to fill out anyway. It makes you look even younger.”

“Cradle robber.” Eve snorted and placed her hands on Laura’s hip. She’d always liked the way that there was something on Laura to hold onto. Laura’s hand remained on Eve’s stomach. Eve pecked the tip of Laura’s nose before saying, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.” Laura smiled at her as she worked the hem of her shirt up just enough so her hands could slide up Eve’s back and rest on her shoulder blades. “You’re so beautiful, my angel without wings.”

“Stop.” Eve grumbled, “My… Queen?”

“The light of which I exist in.” Laura continued

“Fuck I’m not good at this,” Eve laughed, “You’re just fucking pretty and I’m happy that you’re mine, Laura.”

“I’m happy that I’m yours too.” Laura’s lips curled up and returned the kiss she’d been given earlier.

---

“C’mon, C’mon…” Eve was in the bathroom fighting with the button of her pants, “C’mon, I fucking got you to work just last… week?” She hesitated as she honestly thought about the last time she’d worn the pants. It’d been more than a week, maybe even a couple of months since she’d even attempted to slide the fabric over the dips on her hips. Now her stomach sat heavy at her center. If only half of the fat distribution could have gone to her boobs, she thought.

“Eve, love?” Laura’s voice called out across the house, “Are you almost ready?”

“Yes!” Eve shouted back, desperately trying to jam the button into the hole. It was bad enough her stomach spilled out of her t-shirts while she was lounging at home, but now this? Maybe Laura was right about losing weight. No. No she could still fit into this. She just wasn’t sucking her stomach in enough. After one more heavy breath she managed to get the button done and slapped on her belt to keep it in place. She smoothed down her shirt and pulled it so that it would cover her newly formed love handles before walking out of the bathroom. Every part of her outfit was so painfully tight, but she was ready now. She carefully went down the stairs, watching as her chest swayed with every step down. “Here I am.”

“Here you are.” Laura laughed and kissed her, “Aren’t you going to be uncomfortable?”

“No I’ll be fine.” She stepped away from Laura to grab her dress coat, “You said this place had good food?”

“Yes. I took…” She started before looking away. Alison. She had taken Alison there while they were still an item. She didn’t need to say it, Eve knew what she meant. She quietly nodded in response. “Anyway, let’s go.”

“Okay.” Eve smiled at her, grabbing her purse on their way out. Laura slipped effortlessly into the driver’s seat of her car, while Eve had a much more difficult time. Laura looked over at her as the woman cradled her stomach like a baby bump, knowing her belt was digging into her fat and making the skin an angry red.

“Are you alright?” Laura asked

“Yeah fine. Couldn’t have asked me that a minute ago while I was trying to get in?” Eve fought with the seat belt next to her. Laura rolled her eyes at her partner before driving the couple to the restaurant. She turned the car off and ran around to the other side, offering her arm to Eve. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura replied. Eve got out of the car and started to take a deep breath, only before cutting herself off in fear of her pants flying open. She held onto Laura’s hand tightly and hid behind her as they walked up to the host stand. The host guided them to their table and Laura pulled out Eve’s chair for her. She sat and looked at the table setting.

“Really fucking fancy place, got two forks.” Eve laughed to herself as Laura sat across from her. Laura stared into her eyes and took her hand before bringing it up to her lips. She set Eve’s limb back down on the table before starting to massage it. Laura wasn’t normally so touchy feely in public, which should probably concern Eve. Was she breaking up with her? No. No. Laura was in love with her, and this was just her showing it.

“Hi there.” The waitress walked up to their table, “Any drinks I can get for you?”

“Yes, I’ll take the bottle of the house pinot grigio.” Laura crossed her legs under the table, not lifting her eyes off the menu. “Two glasses please.”

“I’ll just stick with water actually.” Eve tugged at the collar of her shirt

“It’s okay honey, you can drink if you want to.” Laura looked up at Eve

“Okay. Two glasses then.” Eve looked at the waitress who scurried off to get their drinks

“Order whatever you want love, this dinner’s for you.”

“Yeah you’ve said that, but you haven’t told me why you said this is ‘for me’.” Eve laughed nervously

“Is it so wrong of me to want to spoil you, my love?”

“Well no. I like being spoiled actually. Usually these kinds of places have… I don’t know… strings attached to them?”

“No strings attached.” Laura assured her. The waitress dropped the bottle off at the table and poured a glass for Laura. Eve refused but when Laura offered to pour her a glass she took it. Of course, Laura’s pour was heavy handed, filling the glass well past the proper size of wine.

“Thanks, hon.” Eve smiled at her and took a sip. It was a little drier than her preferred wine, but it wasn’t bad. She took another sip before putting the glass down. She played with the stem of the glass between her fingers while she kept flipping through the menu. It was so hard to choose… but then again Laura said she could have whatever she wanted.

“Find anything?”

“You said I could get anything I want?” Eve bit her lip

“Yes.”

“What about two things?”

“Like an appetizer and something else?” Laura recrossed her legs, shifting in her chair. Was she… trying to bait Eve?

“No…” Her voice trailed, “Like two meals?”

“If you think you can eat it. No leftovers.” Laura bit her lip as she set the conditions for Eve.

“Okay.” Her eyes darted back down to the menu and tried to decide on just two things.

“Are you two still doing alright?” The waitress asked

“Yes, I think we’re ready to order.” Laura started, “I’ll just have the sun roasted tomato penne.”

“Alright, and for you ma’am?”

“Um… can I do the ribeye, medium rare…”

“And your sides?”

“Um… fries and mashed potatoes.”

“Excellent, I’ll go put your order…”

“Actually. Can I also get the… margherita pizza?”

“Like a whole pizza?”

“Yes...” Eve looked at Laura, who hide her mouth behind her hand

“Um. Okay.” The waitress wrote that down as well, “Anything else for you two?”

“No, we’ll be fine with that.” Laura replied, handing the menus over to her. She left and put the orders into the kitchen while the couple continued eyeing each other up

“So, how’s work?” Eve asked, placing her hand back on the table. Laura snatched it up and kissed it before answering,

“It’s been alright. It’s hard to think about what happens there every day when I have a woman like you waiting at home for me.”

“Am I your life or something?” Eve’s face turned red. She knew how Laura was going to answer, but maybe she wanted to hear it anyway.

“You are. My heart, my reason for being even.” The other woman stared longingly at Eve

“You make me all emotional and shit…” Eve pulled her hand away to tuck her bangs back behind her ears. “And if it was anyone else but you, I’d hate it.”

“I love you too, dear.” Laura gleamed. A food runner brought their food to the table, confused when he only saw two people sitting there instead of three. He put eve’s numerous plates in front of her as Laura sat in a silent satisfaction watching Eve panic internally. He put the measly plate in front of Laura who thanked him and stabbed at a couple pieces of pasta. “Eat up.”

“Okay.” Eve mulled over what her first bite would be for a second before lifting a fry up to her mouth

“Want me to cut your steak for you?” Laura offered

“Yeah. Yeah that’d be nice.” She slid the plate across the table. Laura stole two insignificant bites of the meat in front of her before pushing the plate back to Eve once it was cut. Immediately Eve ignored the carbs and focused on eating the steak while she was mostly empty. She took a swig of the wine in between bites, trying to fight against her head’s signals to tell her when she’s full. She finished the steak first without much protest and went back to the potatoes. She made good progress through that before turning to her other entree. She grabbed a slice and brought it to her lips. She felt so full but she wanted to finish for herself. For Laura. Some sauce spilled onto her shirt and she darted her eyes down. Laura’s eyes seemed to be following hers. Laura reached across the table and dabbed at the stain with an edge of her napkin. “You’re so messy.” Laura sat back down and finished her meal, playing with her fork in between her fingers as Eve took another slice of her pizza and ate it. She pushed the plate away from herself when she was finished.

“Good girl.” Laura purred, her chin perched on her knuckles. “You must be so full.”

“I am.” Eve let out a sigh and slowly sucked her gut back in to keep the shirt from bursting at the table.

“Dessert?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Fine. I’ll take care of the bill then.” Laura hid her smirk behind a hand as she flagged down their waitress. Her foot toyed with Eve’s under the table as they waited for the bill. “Think you can make it to the car without making a mess out of yourself?”

“Yeah I should be able to.” Eve pushed her chair back, watching the way her fat rippled as she got up. She tentatively stood next to the table as she let her body settle. Laura had gotten them a table all the way across the restaurant. Eve’s face turned flushed as she started waddling across the dining room, hoping to make it to the host stand without the taut buttons coming off her shirt. Laura trailed behind her, devouring her with her eyes before holding the door for Eve. Eve tucked her face behind her bangs, hoping no one had seen her but Laura.

“That wasn’t so hard.” Laura unlocked the car doors and Eve ducked in. She sat down and let out a sigh of relief. As expected, the telltale sound the thread on the buttons stretching beyond their capability lead to a button flying onto the passenger side floor. When her stomach relaxed slightly from the release in pressure it sent three more buttons cascading off the dress shirt. Eve let out a groan as the bright red marked skin finally was able to breath. Laura threw the gear into reverse and drove them home without another word. When they pulled into the driveway Eve was the first to break the silence,

“Sorry for eating so muc…” She started

“Honey, don’t apologize.” Laura’s hand slid across the console and slipped under the hem of her ruined shirt. Her fingers sunk into her belly and massaged. “You’re so beautiful like this. Why don’t you waddle back into the house and show me how fat you really are now.”

“Fat?” Eve swallowed the lump in her throat back

“You didn’t think you were still a slim thing, did you?” Laura pursed her lips

“Yeah but I’m not that big…” Eve protested. As if to prove her wrong, the zipper of her pants busted open. “Okay. I’m fat.”

“Yes you are. You’ve gotten so big, and it’s all your fault… I told you you’d get fat.”

“Yeah, you did.” Eve’s eyes looked like they were ready to devour Laura’s lips as she talked about them

“I should really give you a physical.” Laura leaned in to kiss her, ripping the zipper off its track and throwing it haphazardly somewhere in the car. “Now get out of the car and I’ll examine you.”

“Okay.” Eve ever so delicately got out of the car, cradling the orb at her center. She sat down on the sofa in the living room before stretching out across the furniture. Laura dropped her purse by the door and grabbed a spare stethoscope she had lying around, getting into her role instantly.

“The doctor will see you now, Miss Stanheight.” Laura motioned for Eve to follow her to their bedroom. Eve sat down on their bed and curled her hands around the sheets.

“Let me get your vitals.” Laura straddled her lap as she pressed the cold metal to the center of Eve’s chest. She listened to her heartbeat and the moved it south to listen to her breathing. Then she slid the piece across to her back. Eve’s back jolted as the cold thing pressed under her shoulder blades. Laura brought Eve’s hand up to her face before ‘checking’ Eve’s pulse. “I hear you’ve been having some issues you’d like to talk about?”

“Yeah… um.” Eve feigned ignorance to her condition, “I think I’ve gained some weight.”

“Some weight.” Laura scoffed, “According to your charts you were nearly one hundred thirty pounds last time you came in, and now… I think it’s just better if you show me how much your condition has deteriorated.”

“I can do that.” Eve let out a heavy sigh and stood up. Laura pretended to take notes about Eve as she lumbered onto her feet. She handed a jump rope to Eve before telling the woman,

“If you would just show me how many times you can jump rope before becoming winded, it would help me with my assessment of your condition.” Laura explained. Eve took the two handles, one in each hand and jumped over it once before having to readjust everything. Another jump and it felt like her boobs were spilling from the top of her bra. Laura watched with bated breath as Eve’s body acted as if it were the waves in water, struggling to get back to a smooth surface. One more jump and Eve tossed the jump rope to side, firmly placing her hands on her hips as she panted like a dog. “That’s all, Miss Stanheight?”

“Yeah, that’s all I can do.” Eve huffed, “Can we cut the bullshit doctor, and you fuck me already?”

“Happily.” Laura tossed her notes away from her and dove into Eve’s personal space. She closed the distance between the two of and furiously pressed her lips against Eve’s. Her hands glided under the fabric of Eve’s bra and she lifted the garment over Eve’s head. She licked at the base of Eve’s neck, sucking to mark the not so thin woman in a part only the two of them would see. “God you’re so beautiful…”

“Tell me.” Eve’s fingers weaved in between strands of Laura’s head

“You’ve been beautiful to me since the day I met you, now there’s just more of you for me to love. I love holding your breasts in my hand knowing how my hand shaped them, how thick your legs have gotten, and most of all your stomach. I’m sure everyone looks at you while we’re out and wonders when you’re due date is…” Laura’s hand slipped between Eve’s legs and massaged her inner thigh.

“Laura… I need you.” Eve whimpered

“How do you want me, my love?” Laura looked up at Eve. Despite having talked dirty, her eyes were filled with nothing but longing for her partner. Her arms wrapped around Eve’s center while she waited for an answer.

“Can you eat me out?”

“Absolutely.” Laura used her fingertips to guide Eve back into their bed. Laura lifted Eve’s leg up and kissed her again. Laura carefully lifted Eve’s head up and let her chocolate brown hair flow across the sheets. Eve bit down on her lip as Laura rested her head cautiously against the bed.

“I love you.” Eve said, looking up at Laura

“I love you too.” Laura’s lips lingered over Eve’s collarbone before kissing across the length of her shoulders back to her center and down. Something of a cross pattern as if to worship her lover. Her hands rested on Eve’s love handles as her mouth moved south. Like the good girl that she was, Eve opened her legs for Laura’s head to rest in between her thighs. Laura returned the gesture, rubbing her cheek against the inside of Eve’s thigh before peppering a kiss onto the plush skin. She dug her nose into Eve before whispering another, lower “I love you.” Eve arched her back with anticipation as she felt Laura’s lips finally press onto her clit. She moved her hands underneath Eve’s ass and licked at her clit slowly.

“Honey…” The words poured out from Eve’s lips like water. Her hands moved from the bed sheets and onto Laura’s shoulders. Her nails dug softly into the slightly less heavy woman as Laura’s tongue dipped into Eve. “God I fucking love you…” Laura continued to press her tongue up against the inside of Eve. She worked one hand up over Eve’s thigh and pressed her down as the other woman bucked up against Laura’s touch. Eve moaned and held onto Laura tighter until she came. Laura continued servicing her partner until Eve’s legs were as weak as jello. Laura pulled herself up onto Eve’s chest and rested her head against Eve’s chest, syncing their breath to one another. “Laura?”

“Yes?” She picked her head up and looked up into her partner’s eyes.

“I-I love you.”

“I love you too dear.” Laura smiled at her and held her tightly

“No I mean… I love you.” Eve looked at her

“You love me?” Laura repeated, not sure where the differentiation lied in Eve’s words.

“Yeah… like I’ve never felt like I’ve wanted to be with someone forever, but then you…” Eve started before getting interrupted by a kiss. “I want to spend forever with you is what I was going to say… but a kiss is better. Kisses are good.”

“I love you too, my saint.”

“Saint?” Eve laughed

“The altar at which I worship, your being.” Laura ladled the praise onto Eve heavily. Eve’s face turned flush as she tried to think of words equal in measure to what Laura had given her. Laura’s lips hid in the crook of Eve’s neck, but Eve could still feel them curl up against her skin in a smile as she realized Eve was stunned into silence.

“You know anything about Greek mythology?” Eve asked

“I do.”

“Yeah. You’re like… Aphrodite. Pretty, lovely… all that crap.” Eve’s fingers

“Then you’re my Persephone. Without your presence my world is dim and lifeless. With you by my side I feel alive once more...”

“Oh my god can you shut up and stop being so sweet? You might actually kill me.” The younger woman laughed

“Whatever you say, Persephone.” Laura pressed her lips onto Eve’s skin once more for good measure. She pulled a blanket over the two of them and massaged Eve’s stomach slowly until her partner was in the ideal state of overfed bliss.

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From the Snuggles and Hugs prompt list, how about "sharing a blanket" for any CR characters? Hope you feel better soon!

Taking it to my High Seas Hells AU

Imogen stirs as knitted warmth is draped over her shoulders.

“Deanna?” she murmurs, eyes fluttering open.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just, it’s getting a bit chilly, and I figured you could use the extra blanket,” Deanna apologetically explains.

“It’s fine,” Imogen waves her off, pulling the blanket securely around her shoulders as she observes the Green Cabin. “Where’s Ashton?”

“On shift at the helm,” Deanna easily replies. “You need them for something?”

“No, no,” Imogen says with a yawn. “Just… wanted to know he wasn’t gettin’ into trouble.”

“With your mom?” Deanna knowingly asks.

Imogen huffs a sigh. “Yeah, with my mom.”

“...I really– I just don’t know what to do with her,” Imogen continues after a few breaths, lamenting. “She’s my momma, but I don’t know her. And honestly, it doesn’t feel like she wants to know me.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t know what you’re apologizing for. At least you’re not insisting that your kids be the same as when you left them,” Imogen grumbles sourly. It takes a moment for the words to actually process in her mind, causing her to flinch even as the look of hurt flashes over Deanna’s face.

“‘M sorry. Didn’t mean that. You didn’t choose to leave ‘em. It’s totally different,” Imogen mumbles, eyes averted.

“...You wanna have a real conversation about that?” Deanna tentatively offers. “‘Cause I gotta be honest, seeing you with your estranged, disappeared-before-you-could-really-remember-her mom has really had me thinking about my relationship –or, well, complete lack of one, really– with my kids lately. And I think it would help to sort of hear the other end of it, ya know? For both of us.”

Imogen looks at the nervous gnome before her, one of the most motherly figures she’s ever had in her life, and nods, opening up an arm to invite the smaller woman to join her under the blanket.

Nestled together under the blanket, Deanna begins, “So I know that twenty-five-ish years is way, way less than the two hundred years I was gone, dead. But, it’s still the kind of time in which a kid is going to become an adult, and maybe start a family. Like, I know my kids have their own families now. I’m glad they do. Which I guess is why I feel so weird about walking back into their lives. They’ve made it this far without me, so why should I walk back in and maybe mess things up?”

“...I get that. I think,” Imogen contemplatively says. “I mean, you’re tryin’ to avoid what my momma is doin’: comin’ in here and actin’ like she knows what’s best for me and what kinda changes I should make to get my life ‘on track.’ 

“…But Deanna, I would love to just have my momma be someone I can get to know, to let her find a spot in my life that I’m not gonna hate. I spent so long as a kid dreamin’ of my momma showin’ up one day. Dreamin’ about how she’d love me, the kind of person she would be. 

“Even if she sure as shit ain’t livin’ up to any of it now, considerin’ she just keeps pushin’ me away, sayin’ ‘later. Once my oh-so-important-and-mysterious mission is done,’” Imogen derisively snorts.

“I think that’s what I hate most about her,” Imogen realizes. “That she could talk to me about whatever she’s up to, but she won’t, because it’s supposedly better that way. That I ain’t worth gettin’ to know unless whatever problem she’s facin’ is solved first.”

The young sorceress turns to face the resurrected cleric. 

“I think, if you’re waitin’ to find yourself in these new times before talkin’ to your kids, Deanna, you’re goin’ about it wrong. Make them a part of findin’ yourself,” she fervently pleads, taking the older woman’s hands. “At least Send to them to let them know that knowin’ you is a choice they’ve got. Don’t– don’t leave ‘em waitin’ for forever.”

“Okay,” Deanna shakily breathes out, nearly as swamped with emotion as Imogen. “I won’t leave them waiting. Tha-Thanks for helping me find the courage, the reason, to not keep them waiting.”

And they hug, a mother who hasn’t known her children for most of their lives and a daughter who hasn’t known her mother for most of her life.

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The moment after Elena rubbed some of the guard's blood on her tongue, she felt different. More. She remembered how she felt only seconds ago but now those emotions were extremes; the mourning for her human life, her anger - rage - toward Rebekah, and her ... love. It was the strongest feeling of all, it was almost like it had depth and dimensions, like it was too intense, too big for any one person to contain. The truth of her decision to be with Stefan being the singular best choice she'd ever made in her life made her want to go to him immediately and love him with a dedication that would never make him doubt the magnitude of her feelings for him for even a second.  But she could hear ... was that Matt? And Damon?

"It should've been you!"

The sound of bones crushing. Gurgling. No! Elena rushed out of the barn and pounced on Damon, pushing him off Matt, her rage bringing out her fangs and the veins on her face.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE."

Damon stared up at her for a second before he pushed her off him and got up in one, smooth motion then stormed off. She followed him, knowing Stefan would find Matt and take care of him. She could trust him to do that. She could trust him with anything.

 Elena kept pace with Damon as he walked to his car.  "You were going to kill him!"

"Yep," he said. "Guy just won't die."

They stopped walking and Elena stared at him incredulously. Looking at his irritated, unapologetic expression,  it was as if something snapped into place, as if Elena was really seeing him clearly for the first time.

"It's my choice, Damon, why can't you see that?" 

"It's a little hard to keep track of all your choices lately, Elena."

He was childish. Always so childish. "You asked me to choose so I did," she said firmly. "And I made the right choice."

Damon turned his head away, as if stricken but Elena continued. "Stefan wanted to save me first and I know what's happening is eating him alive. I can see it. But right now," she pointed toward the barn, "he's feeding Matt his blood, I can hear it. I can hear him tell him to live his life. Even though he’s frustrated, he’s telling Matt not to give up, to get up everyday and live, because he respects me, he respects life."

"No, I respect life," he spat. "I would've saved you in a heartbeat and you would've gotten to grow up and have the life that you wanted; the life that you deserved. And I know that I didn't use to get that but I do now and I wanted that for you, Elena, and I would have gladly have given it to you and let Matt die because I am that selfish. But you knew that already."

Elena shook her head at him, almost relieved in how pointless this all was. "I do know that. And I also know that you never got it and if you don’t get it now, you never will," she said. "I could never have had those things if Matt died. It would have never been the life I wanted without him alive. And you can’t think that far ahead to see that. Stefan can."

Damon narrowed his eyes at her.  "Was it ever really a choice?" he asked. "Between him and me?"

Elena bit her lip. "No."

"Right."

She sighed then said softly, "You don't love me, Damon."

He glared at her. "Don't try to make yourself feel better."

"That's not what I'm doing." She made a soft exasperated noise. "Look at what you were about to do to one of my oldest friends. I chose to save his life and you were about to take it, you were about to spit in the face of my choice. You..." she shrugged. "You don't consider anything I want, you don't take my feelings into account, you just do whatever you want because you need me to be alive for you."  Elena spoke calmly and simply, as if she were explaining something to a child, which only seemed to inflame Damon. "And I - I get it but ... that ..." She shook her head. "That isn't love, Damon, that's obsession. Like with Katherine."

"Screw you."

"Maybe you can't see it but I can now. Everything is so clear."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Spare me the newfound enlightenment, Elena.”

"You loved her for over a century, Damon, you carried her for over a hundred years, and then you came to town and ripped it apart for her, and she didn't care." Elena watched as the pain of the memory flitted across his face. “What did you do with all of that? Where did it all go?"

He ground his teeth together but didn’t answer, and walked away instead, leaving Elena to stand confidently in her choice.

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Part 6 of Father Dearest

By the time Cas returned, Crowley had vanished. “Where did Crowley go?” He asked, looking between the brothers.

Dean shrugged, obviously still not happy with the angel. “Dunno. He didn’t say. Just left.” Dean told him.

Cas sighed, shaking his head. “Well, I told Y/N that I’d only bring her back when everyone was gone. She’s extremely upset.” He said.

“Whatever.” Dean snapped. “Let’s just get this case over with and head back to the bunker.” Anything to distract him from everything. His mind was going insane. 

“Are you going to be angry at me forever for this, Dean?” Cas asked, his eyes sad. “I made her a promise. You have to know I didn’t do this to upset you.”

Dean stood up and walked over to Cas. “Well, ya did. Get us back to the motel.” Cas glanced at Sam, who simply gave him an apologetic look. He was likely staying quiet so he didn’t anger Dean any further.

While Cas was dealing the Winchesters, Crowley was at the store. Being sentimental wasn’t something he did, but he did have a soft spot for you. Especially now that you were carrying his son. He had to convince you to join him in hell, and after he’d snapped, he doubted that you’d accept. So, he was on a mission to find something to apologize with. He ended up choosing flowers, a little blue teddy bear that was holding a tiny balloon that said ‘it’s a boy’, and of course, a box of chocolates. Knowing that you were in your pajamas, he doubted that you had your hex bag with you, which was perfect.

You jumped slightly when you realized that he was standing next to you. Looking up at him with your puffy red eyes, you sighed. “Come on. Yell at me some more.” You said quietly as your gaze moved towards the waves once more.

“I’m not here to yell, love.” Crowley said, sitting with you. You were surprised at how soft his voice was. “I’m here to give you a peace offering.” You looked at him, shocked. ��Here.” He handed you the flowers, which were white roses, the teddy, and the chocolates.

Smiling, you let out a half chuckle. “Thank you, Crowley.” Holding the bear close, you let the silence take over you. You didn’t know what to say. You’d spent the last five months hiding, watching over your shoulder, and here he was. Giving you gifts. “Although, I guess I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Crowley looked out over the waves. “Can you tell me why?” He asked. “Why you ran?”

You looked at him. “I’m scared.” You whispered, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever seen you. Even that first night when you asked for the perfect body. Chuckling, you looked down at your stomach. “It’s funny, though.”

“What’s that?”

Giving him a sad smile, you shrugged. “I asked you for the perfect body, wanted to make a deal. And I end up rounder then before.” You let out a half chuckle. “I have been eating better, and I walk to work, too. I’ve lost some weight. Doctor said that’s okay, though.” You explained.

“You’re still a goddess.” He said, his voice smooth. “Come to hell with me. Just for a little while.” Was he pleading with you? “If you’re unhappy, I won’t force you to stay.”

Swallowing, you didn’t know what to think. “I don’t know, Crowley. I have a life here. I have a job, a home, the nursery is nearly done….”

Crowley stood up, offering you his hand. “Let me try to be there for you and our child.” Looking up at him, you saw nothing but truth in his eyes. “You’ll be safe, cared for, and I’ll be there for the remainder of the pregnancy.” Biting your lip, you took his hand. He helped you up far easier than a mortal man would have been able to. “Good choice, love.” He gathered your things and held you close. A moment later, you were in hell. You looked around, scared. “There’s no need to be afraid.” He whispered, noticing that you were shaking. You saw all the eyes on you, which made it far worse.

Crowley glared at the demons. “What do you think you’re staring at?” He snapped. “If I catch any of you bothering the mother of my child, you will wish the Winchesters found you first.” His voice even sent fear through you, even if it wasn’t aimed at you. That seemed to get them in gear. “Shall we get you comfortable?” He smiled.