#chapter one of multi

[takaraphoenix]

Single Mom Stiles (*cough* Stiles and Liam) leaving the pack because of Theo and, now packless, find their way to the Hale Pack.

Who are. Still alive and around and thriving.

Alpha Derek, Peter, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Jackson, Cora, maybe the twins, I haven't decided on that one yet.

(Maybe Malia/Kira will go with them. Because I love Kira and I think Malia needs to get to own the Hale heritage.)

Can you imagine Derek seeing Stiles be pack mom even without a pack and desperately wanting to court Stiles, like, his inner wolf is going nuts over this. But. To get to Stiles, Derek will have to get past Stiles' very protective pup first.

[dailyzolu]

[utopiastri]

you're always on my team

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, archive-locked, chapters 3/3

Lando DID U GIVE HIM MY NUMBER Max i gave him your number Lando MAX Max I THINK YOU’LL LIKE HIM Lando I DONT WANT TO LIKE HIM I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS

aka the landoscar texting fic where max does. the Strangest matchmaking known to man (not least because he's not even intentionally matchmaking lmao)

[paintsplash1712]

Out of all the shows to be rebooted or get a sequel series, the fact we haven't gotten that treatment for Merlin yet is baffling!

You have the perfect plot: Arthur wakes up in modern day and him and Merlin have to stop an ultimate evil from destroying the world.

Only the two of them are still alive and Arthur will have to come to terms with loosing everyone he loves and trying to process the changes in modern day England. It's so tragic it's perfect!

[urinarythreatinfection]

Is This Love?

Luffy x Male Reader. Fluff. 2119 words. Part one, Part two, Part three

Desc: Luffy doesn't know what's going on but he does know that he enjoys eating fish.

Thump thump thump thump

Luffy bursts into the men’s quarters and flops onto his bed, putting his hand on his still thumping heart, “Hah… Hah…”

Thump thump thump thump

What’s going on? Is he having a poisonous reaction? But neither Chopper nor Sanji said anything. “Nnn…” No, it can’t be that, because it happened when you hugged him. That’s it! He’s just excited from being hugged by you after a whole week! He scratches at his heart… this doesn’t feel like excitement though. A scary thought pops into his mind as he starts to vibrate. ‘Am I dying!?’ If he’s dying why did he run away? He could’ve gone to Chopper but it was like everything in him told him to run, to get away. Like he just got caught trying to snag food while Sanji’s cooking or ate a week’s rations. “Uuuu..” He rolls onto his back and takes a big breath, letting it out to calm himself down. It’s okay, he isn’t dying and there’s no enemies, he isn’t in trouble either. It was just a hug from you. You used to do that all the time. You hugged him because you loved what he did. You loved it, you love him. Love.

THUMP

Dizziness starts to take over his mind again, as he shakes harder. Nonono. He wraps himself in his blanket hoping he’s cold but he feels too hot, kicking it off. Too excited, too dizzy, too much! He takes a giant breath and rolls back onto his stomach, letting it out and floating slightly before falling back onto the mattress. This is a mess, this is the worst. Then, a knock at the door.

“Hey, Luf, you in there?” Luffy flinches, it’s you. The door is unlocked, he was too panicked to lock it, but you knocked anyway to be nice. You aren’t sure why the captain ran off, after all. “Did you change your mind about giving me the fish? You didn’t have to run away, you can just tell me.” You’ve misunderstood, thinking Luffy ran because he wanted the fish but left to control the urges. But so has he, even if your voice is making him feel weirder. “You can still eat it, we can’t finish it all anyway.” On cue his stomach grumbles, fish does sound good right now. The captain looks down at his chest, he’s calmed down. That’s it, he’s just hungry, but what a weird type of hunger. Flip flops hit the floor as Luffy walks over, opening the door. “Oh, there you are. What happened?”

“I’m hungry.” He states, though his cheeks are still a bit flushed.

“...You sure? You look a little red, I mean you can eat anyway if you’re sick. You end up healing faster when you eat.” That’s true, but feels a little bad, not wanting to go back on his word. Especially when it’s for you.

“I caught it for you, though.” Luffy mumbles while he shifts in place. You think for a moment before replying.

“Okay. We’ll do this. I’ll eat as much as I can with the others, then you can have all the rest. Sounds good?” This brightens him up. That means he’s technically not breaking his word. He puts a hand over his chest, no quick thumping.

“Better.” He whispers, then he looks up at you and gives you a big hug, catching you off guard. It’s a little embarrassing but you did tell yourself you’d try to act normal again, so you hug back. He buries his face in your chest and everything’s normal.. until you hear him take a big sniff.

“???” You look down at him. “Did you just sniff me?” He looks up, resting his chest on your chest.

“You smell strong.” Weird, but if this put you off then you’d not have fallen in love with Luffy.

“..Thanks?” Could be a compliment.

“Mhm!” ..It was. Sanji was right. “Okay! Now let’s go!” Luffy hops up on your shoulders then points towards the deck. Cute. You run in the direction and he laughs before hitting his head on the top of the doorway. “Ack!” Oops.

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Drool pools in Luffy’s mouth as he watches you eat. Intense, and it’s making you feel guilty for keeping food from him. “You don’t have to wait in here, you know. I can just call you when I'm full.”

“What if someone eats my food?” He’s nervous, staring intently at the fish on your plate.

“I’ll defend it.” Your tone is determined and his eyes meet yours.

“Promise?”

“Yeah.” You hold in your urge to hug him, your heart can’t take it right now, so you settle with petting his head. His eyes widen for a second before he smiles at you.

“Shi shi shi.” So cute!

‘Resist resist resist.’ You clench your jaw to hold it in, but it doesn’t matter since Luffy ends up giving you a quick hug before leaving the kitchen anyway. “Dammit..” You clench your fist on the table. When you look back at the others you notice everyone staring at you. It’s so obvious what they’re thinking, it pisses you off a bit so you take it out on Usopp. He gasps at your fork stabs into his food and shoves it in your mouth.

“Wha- Why only me!?” Too bad.

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You pat your stomach with a content sigh. You’ve eaten a little less fish than being full to then save as much as you can for Luffy, but you’re still content. You want to spoil him, especially when he seemed excited about it. Enough to be upset and run away. “Hrm..” You hope he’s okay being kept from eating. Hopefully the variety of food will make it better. Grilled fish, fish soup, fish cake, sushi, lots of dishes that you can enjoy amazingly if you don't inhale it. You go outside and call for Luffy but there’s no answer. “Luffy!” You call again, now you hear the sound of hurried flip flops before he jumps on you.

“The smell was making me hungrier.” He had to go far so he couldn’t smell it. You chuckle a little then lead him back into the kitchen, setting him down once inside. His eyes widen with sparkles at all the food left. Here he’d thought there would only be a little, but you left so much for him. You smile when he looks at you gratefully.

“Hey, Sanji’s the one who made it, I just left what I couldn't eat for you.” To be honest there’s still some stored away, but you won’t say that for the chef’s sake.

“I’ll thank him later!” The captain yells and quickly stretches his arms to grab the pot of fish soup, immediately dropping it when it hurts. “HOT!” It’s falling! You run over and manage to catch it, wincing when the metal burns your hand. Still, you hold it and set it back onto the table.

“Here, be more careful.” You tell Luffy and give him cloths to use in order to hold the pot safely. He nods and uses them, tilting the soup into his open gullet happily. While he’s demolishing the soup you put your burnt hand under the sink, running cold water onto it. A minute passes and you hear Luffy put the empty pot down, grabbing sushi and putting it in his mouth before he finally notices what you’re doing. ‘Whar happefed” His speech is muffled by the food as he walks over to you.

“Burned my hand catching the pot, but it would’ve dropped otherwise.” You explain with a sigh. Fast reflexes but you wish you’d grabbed a cloth. Now your hand is burnt and you’ll have to go to Chopper later. The captain swallows the sushi in his mouth and stares at your burnt hand, then his safe ones. He’s fine because he let go immediately, but now you’re hurt because of it. He should’ve been the one to put it back on the table, but he wasn’t, and now you’re injured. He stretches his hand to grab a piece of sushi and puts it to your mouth. “Luffy I’m fu-mmphh”

“Get better.” He states and you chew it. It’s good, made by an excellent chef, but you really don’t want to eat more. Still, you can’t disobey your love so you swallow it. “.. ‘m sorry for dropping it.” Wow, he apologized. Maybe because you actually got hurt because of it. He sounds guilty too.

“It’s okay, the soup is good and I didn’t want you to miss it.” You tell him and go back to your hand. “I knew you’d love it.”

Thump thump

Luffy flinches and puts a hand on his heart, it feels weird again. He scratches at it as you sigh. You’ll have to go to Chopper but it’ll burn worse once you take your hand out of the water. Still, you take a deep breath and bite the bullet. “I’m gonna go to Chopper, enjoy the food!” You say quickly and hurry to leave the kitchen before the pain gets worse, not noticing the rubber man watching you every step of the way. Once you’re gone he shifts around uncomfortably. He did love the soup, you’re right. He loved it a lot, but now his chest feels weird. ..Maybe it’s just heartburn. Luffy gulps down a glass of water and gets back to eating, trying to ignore what’s happening. The food tastes duller.

Meanwhile

“Owww…” You’ve made it to Chopper and he’s started patching you up. The ointment being put on is good for you but it burns so bad. You have to grit your teeth when the reindeer gauzes up your hand after.

“You should’ve just let it fall!” He’s upset you hurt yourself over some soup. The doctor would get it if Luffy, maybe even Sanji, burned themselves to catch a pot of food; but not you! The door suddenly opens, it’s rubber boy. He’s holding fish cakes in his arms.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask him but he just takes a bite of the fishcake, chewing and swallowing before a content smile forms on his face.

“Tastes better!” He states happily, casually squeezing himself on your other side.

‘aaaaaaaaaa�� He leans against you. So close, basically on your lap. To be honest you're not complaining but why is he so close?

“Luffy be more careful! And don’t eat in here. You’ll get crumbs on the bed.” Chopper scolds him but the captain just rests his head on your arm, tilting it up to look at you with a small frown. Dammit, he’s too adorable. What’s worse is ever since you confessed you’ve become even more sensitive to his presence instead of less. There’s crumbs on his lips and he licks them to get it off.

“I don’t wanna, my food doesn’t taste as good without (Y/n).” He likes you!? Wait, that could just mean he doesn’t like eating alone, makes more sense. He continues to stare at you and puts a fishcake in his mouth. “Wanna shtay.” His face is so close, the other side of the fish cake is pressing against your lips and he’s only getting closer. It's not long before you have to open your mouth to avoid making a mess, biting into it as he looks into your eyes. Before anything else happens a small voice speaks.

“Um..” Chopper is still sitting there, now rather awkwardly. Even if he doesn't understand what you two are doing he does understand that you’re both getting crumbs on the bed.. and while ignoring him. Once you become aware of his presence you inhale and start to choke on the fishcake, pulling back to cough. It makes the reindeer panic as he turns into his human form to squeeze your stomach til you hack out a piece of fishcake onto the ground. Gross.

‘What a waste…’ Luffy stares at the discarded fishcake.

“Luffy don’t even think about eating that! And get out!” The doctor has had enough, picking the captain up and kicking him out of the office to tend to you properly. Once outside Luffy pops the rest of the fishcake in his mouth.

“Weird.” He doesn’t understand why he was getting so close to you. He just felt like it was right for some reason. In fact, he felt like the fishcake was in the way. That it was stopping him from looking at you properly. He wants to look at you more, see all of the expressions on your face. His mind wanders to the one where you look a little embarrassed. That one is his favorite. Yes, he needs to see that one more often.

Thump thump

This is taking more chapters than I thought.. hope you don't mind. At this point I don't actually know if this is going to be slow burn or average burn. I was planning on putting more romance into this chapter but it just felt.. wrong. So I scrapped and rewrote it. This isn't really my best work either. I feel like i could write this better, make the flow better, but I keep writing these when I'm tired and I'm too impatient to just wait to post it and proofread it again when I'm well rested. Sorry about that.

Next

[thequeenofcurses]

listening to music (as always) and got ANOTHER sukuna idea

reader is a brand new therapist and sukuna is a criminal/patient at a criminal asylum. she gets assigned to him and everyone warns her/thinks she's super brave for taking him on, as he's known to be very violent and unpredictable. reader believes everyone deserves a fair chance at mental health and she's more than willing to work with sukuna. he gives her a tough time at first, but she doesn't budge, and eventually they sort of get a bond. at some point she'll have a family emergency (maybe 2 months into their sessions?) and someone else will cover her shift which makes sukuna go CRAZY (no pun intended). she handles her situation then rushes over to the asylum to calm him down and he reveals that he can't handle not seeing her or being assigned to someone else and if he is, he'll probably kill/attack them again.

reader understands and promises not to miss a session again

maybe 6 months into their sessions, reader can ask/talk to him without security watching her so they can have some steamy alone time (🌶️🌶️🌶️)

over time they get closer and closer and sukuna makes a request of her for a little item (his favorite snack/dessert since it's banned from him). She slowly starts bringing/sneaking in items to him and eventually he'll ask her for a WEAPON so he can break out of the asylum. reader struggles with the decision, but caves in and helps him break out.

I didn't mean for this to be a Harley/Joker thing l, but idk how else the plot would advance?. Also he would never dare lay a hand to harm her. So it's definitely not gonna be an abusive thing like Joker/Harley.

I want reader to slowly fall in love with him but I also wanna be realistic 😭

Just my idea so far

[lintukoto2]

My dream as a fanfic writer is to some day finish a fic.

…one can always dream.

[dartlekey]

Eddie Munson vs the mortifying ordeal of being into jocks

[critter-covenant]

Two more entries to the critters with bows:

Here's Bobby and Crafty! They were both fun, their bows are probably the most complex and my favorites. Enjoy! :D

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

Sneaky Snippets

thanks for the tag @yallthemwitches! here's a snippet from my cruel summer chaos fic (which is jussssst about done!).

James turns toward her on the bench. “I really want to be your friend, Evans.”

Her scepticism flares before she can stop it. “And this has nothing to do with the almost-shagging thing.”

“I mean—” He shrugs, grinning now. “It might have a little to do with the almost-shagging thing. I’m not likely to forget it anytime soon.”

“You must forget it,” she demands, pointing at him. “Immediately.”

He leans closer, grinning wider. “It was the hottest thing of my life, Evans.”

She scoffs. “We didn’t even—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says quickly. Earnestly. “It was you.”

tagging @apalapucian @tainwho @juniperpyre & uhhh idk anyone who has a snippet to share!

[lottielovelace]

princess — chapter one

(ghost x könig's-sister!reader)

summary: Finally you get a chance to visit Simon. You just hope he hasn't forgotten about you. (aka two people trying their best to hide how incredibly into each other they are)

originally posted on ao3 (chapter length: 505 words)

Rating: M

Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, background platonic relationships

Ao3 Tags FOR THE FIC AS A WHOLE, NOT THIS SPECIFIC CHAPTER:Past Rape/Non-con / Rape Recovery / Male Victim of Sexual Assault / Canonical Rape/Non-con (Simon's) / First Time / Getting Together / Manchester as a setting / disclaimer: author has not been to manchester / Simon does bare-knuckle boxing as a hobby / Sparring as Flirting / wrestling as flirting / Identity Porn / Non-Explicit Sex / reader is konig's half sister / Unmasked Simon "Ghost" Riley (while on leave) / reader knows that simon is in the military but doesn't know he’s ghost / medium speed burn

this is a part of a series and a multichapter fic (Ch1, Ch2)

Author’s Note: heads up this chapter is very short, mostly plot, and has little ghost. subsequent chapters will have a lot more :)

When König and Horangi booked a bodyguard job in London, you knew you were going to be superfluous for the next couple of months. It was a pretty low-stakes gig (a rich heir had gotten a few online hate comments and been spooked into extreme paranoia, deciding to hire the best of the best for the job), so any major injuries were unlikely. Plus with it being primarily in London, if things did go terribly wrong, there were medical resources available.

So when you offhandedly mentioned that you might pass on this mission to visit an old friend in the north of the country, they welcomed it. You might be more sociable than your brother, but they knew that close friends were still  few and far between for you. Of course, you don’t know if they would’ve approved had they known your “friend” was in the British military, but hey. What they wouldn’t know wouldn’t hurt them (for now at least).

The pit in your stomach only grew as you took the train up to Manchester. It refused to ease as you checked into your hostel. The kernel clung to you, twisting as you stared at your room’s dingy walls (it was the cheapest you could get. Horangi and your brother thought you were staying with a friend, your financials needed to reflect that.) What if Simon had forgotten you? It had been months. Were his words white lies to placate a pathetic prisoner? Was he even still alive? You didn't know exactly what he did for work, but you knew it was high stakes.

Staring at the moldy ceiling (damn, this really was a shitty hostel), you reminded yourself of the mantra you memorized at the camp.

Manchester. Stuart's. Simon.

Go to Manchester, find Stuart’s, ask for Simon.

Well you’ve already done one of the three.

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“Excuse me?”

The tattooed woman at the front desk glanced up at your soft words.

"Yes dear?"

"I was told I could find a Simon Riley here."

"Who’s asking?"

You told her your name and that “I met him while traveling abroad. He said if I ever wanted to get in touch to reach out here.”

"You’re in luck."

You tried not to get your hopes up.

“Really? Is he there?”

“No, but he will be. Just got on leave. Scheduled to monitor open gym tomorrow. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you."

"Oh, I'm not sure…"

"Please, Riley never gets visitors. I'm sure he'll love to see you."

You weren't quite so confident. But you hated to let the nice woman down, especially when she'd been so helpful. You forced yourself to nod, giving her a polite—if muttered—"Sure."

He could always turn you away himself.

A google maps search and Top Ten Manchester Attractions article later, you wound up spending the day killing time at the Manchester Museum. You finished the day with a cuppa and getting a takeaway from Nando's.

You somehow missed the eyes that followed you as you left the shop.

[dailyzolu]

[sayonoriagrambell]

Design updates ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Also mini comic

[urinarythreatinfection]

Is This Love?

Luffy x Male Reader. Angst. 1551 words. Part 6

Desc: You meet Luffy in the kitchen, stress piles up.

You walk into the kitchen with a sigh and look around, trying to find something to eat. Your stomach has already started to rumble now that you’re more aware. Thankfully when you open the fridge you see a plate with foil covering it, saved for you. There’s a note that says “Felt you’d probably be hungry.” and then another that says “LUFFY DO NOT EAT. THIS IS FOR (Y/N).” Hell yeah. You grab the food and take off the foil, putting the plate in the microwave. While it’s heating up you hear the door open, quickly facing it to see Luffy. He pauses, staring at you.

…

…

beep beep beep

The unusual silence is interrupted by microwave beeps, your food is done. The captain’s eyes trail to the machine. Uh oh. “Luffy, please, I'm really hungry.” You plead with him, slowly stepping in front of the microwave as Luffy visibly starts to drool.

“...I won’t eat it.” He states with a shake of his head, as if shaking the gluttony way. It makes you stop.

“You won’t?” Maybe he just ate?

“You can eat it, I’m not hungry.” Wow, so kind. You’re still cautious though, taking the food out of the microwave while continuing to keep your eyes on the rubber man. He says he’s not hungry but his eyes are still instinctively following the plate. The scent travels to his nose and he pinches it shut.

“Did it go bad?” He looks away, then shuts his eyes. Out of sight out of mind. “Oh, you’re trying to resist. You can get Sanji and he can just make something for you, we can eat together.” He perks up at that and turns to go get the cook before remembering that he came in here in the first place to talk to you, turning back around. “Did you forget something?”

“The kiss.” You flinch, so focused on the food that you’d forgotten about it too. He tilts his head at you, confused by your reaction. “I thought you liked it?”

“No-” He frowns and you backtrack. “I mean no, I did. But not too much. Since we’re friends obviously.” You clear your throat, nice going. He’s silent again before walking over to you, grabbing your plate while you’re distracted but putting it to the side before you could think that he’ll eat it. “Uh?”

“(Y/n).”

“Yeah..?” Why’s he so serious all of a sudden?

“You liked the kiss because we’re friends?” He’s pressing, none of his usual playfulness sighted.

“Y-Yeah.” You repeat, nervous.

“I thought you loved me. Like a lover loves their lover.” He’s looking at you so intently.

“Oh.. uh.” This is sudden, you haven’t prepared an answer.

“Did you change your mind so fast?” Luffy asks and you panic a bit. Wording it like that makes you seem like the bad guy if you say yes, but saying no would admit that you haven’t been able to move on at all. While you’re thinking Luffy slowly gets closer until your noses are touching.

“Luffy..?” You’re getting nervous, blood already rushing to your head again. ‘Is he gonna kiss my nose again?’ Luffy hums in response, his eyes trailing down to your lips. He’s getting that urge again, like he wants to kiss you on the lips, but off. It’s like his heart is telling him it’ll be amazing but another part, the deep remnants of his brain that’s also connected to his heart, makes it feel wrong. That something isn’t right. His cheeks and the tips of his ears flush slightly as he looks back up at you.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” His voice is breathy. The feeling of throwing up at the thought of kissing you but nausea not kissing you; but now he’s getting sick just being close to you and these feelings that are a mix of too positive it's nauseating and too negative it's sickening are swirling around in his body. A clash of what he’s been wanting his whole life and this sudden, strong, unfamiliar new want that he doesn’t know what to do with; especially when he isn’t even sure how you feel now. He slowly starts to heat up, face hot while his stomach grows cold. It’s too much. “I think I’m sick.” You don’t know what’s going on either, Luffy suddenly going limp. You manage to catch him in your arms before he falls to the ground, but he’s panting and letting out struggling murmurs. This is bad, He rarely gets sick, but is this even a regular sickness? You lift him up to eye level.

“Did you eat something bad?” You ask him but he shakes his head, eyes unfocused with one thing still in his mind. Something that he has to do to finally find some sort of answer.

“Axe… axe in.. shoe ate..” You aren’t sure what he’s talking about but he hasn’t passed out though, which is a good sign. Just in case you rush to bring him to the medical bay.

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“Again!?” Chopper yells in shock when you burst inside. This is the 3rd time in 2 days that you’ve ended up here, though he notices it’s not for you this time. “Luffy!?”

“I feel sick…” The usually energetic man mumbles, letting you carry him. You lay him on the bed and he groans.

“Did you eat something bad again?” The reindeer asks while checking Luffy’s temperature with his hoof, quickly pulling it away when it burns him. “You’re burning up!” The doctor quickly puts a cold towel on the captain’s forehead to cool him down. “What happened?” He asks you this time, the victim unable to answer from dizziness.

“I don’t know, we were talking in the kitchen about what happened and he suddenly got feverish and limp.” You explain, going more into detail in hopes it’ll help even if it’s embarrassing. “He was asking if I was still in love with him.” There’s a sudden sizzling noise and the two of you look to see Luffy’s gotten so hot he’s literally steaming. The heat from his forehead is evaporating the water in the towel. Chopper runs and grabs an ice pack to replace the towel, putting more all over him as a temporary solution. You stare in horror, is how things are going to end? After all that he’s survived before?

(Luffy’s POV)

Everything is muffled. He can hear faint voices but can't make anything out. All he feels is heat, discomfort, and the cold sensation on his body that is working less and less. Still… he can’t die like this. He isn’t King of the Pirates yet. Those feelings stir in his soul, trying to reach his body and strengthen him like they have so many times before; but before they can… they’re restricted. Emotions and thoughts, these new sensations, they’re restricting them, corrupting him so strongly it causes havoc in his very flesh. Uncertainty if you really moved on so easily, worry over what’s going to happen now, confusion of why it feels so much worse thinking of you moving on. All forcing its way in his heart, amalgamating into a debilitating fear. Fear of these sudden emotions. Why… why are they hurting him?

“....y ..ffy..” A voice again, unintelligible but it’s enough to remind him of himself; of his determination to live. He manages to focus his eyes just enough to see you leaning over him. You, with tears in your eyes. Why? His eyes start to close again… “Luffy, please! I’m still in love with you!” ..but something drums in his chest and his eyes snap open, feeling a tear plipping onto his face. You’re still in love with him, you haven’t moved on. Heat starts to dissipate from his body and the fogginess in his head clears. He has an answer. Finally. His vision starts to blur again, but from something different. He’s tearing up. Ahh.. he’s so relieved. The chains that were paining him break and travel from his heart out through his eyes in the form of tears. A wobbly smile forms on his face.

“I’m h..appy “ His voice is shaky as he speaks. There are still worries, unanswered questions in his chest; but right now all of them are overwritten by the joy of knowing you still love him. Before you can respond though he says something else, “I’m sleepy..” and with that he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

(Your POV)

You stand there, not quite knowing what to do after crying thinking your captain was going to die. Kind of embarrassing. You turn to see Chopper awkwardly holding fever medicine, also not knowing what to do. “S-Sorry.” You step back to let Chopper walk over to Luffy and check his temperature. It’s still a little warm, but no longer feverish.

“Okay.. um..” He takes the ice off of Luffy and you decide to leave to let the doctor handle the rest. However, as soon as you get close to the door you hear a struggled groan as Luffy’s face reddens again. You step back from the door and he goes back to a peaceful sleep. You decide to not leave. “...Can you stay here?”

“Yeah—yeah I’ll stay.” You say while sitting down, Luffy snoozing. Good for him.

Would be crazy if he actually just fucking died huh. He dies and thats the end of the story, thanks for reading guys make sure to read my other stuff. How mad would you guys be? Personally it'd be just a little funny, but only a little. He didn't die though, so you're welcome. Almost forgot @yuurivalr

[ziv-helpless]

When war divides part I

pairing: uncle!Aemond x niece!Reader

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, second born. In another adventures night in the brothel she gets pulled aside by Aemond ending in a questionable conversation.

warnings: incest, mentions of past trauma, hate for bastards (duh, it's Aemond), questionable morals?

words: 2564

a/n: First fan fiction that will be multi chapter. If you want to get tagged for the next chapter just comment. I hope that everything is understandable since Englisch isn't my first language. I let a few friends read over some parts, but over all it is not prove read.If I forgot to put any warnings or if you can find some mistakes feel free to tell me.

anyway, enjoy! ✨🖤

It is an evening like the others. Aemond has been seeking the comfort of the brothel more often than usually, the war has been getting to his nerves, the death of Luce gnawing at his guilt. Moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the air as he made his way across the room to where Sylvi was waiting for him, punctual as always.

He tried to ignore the people who were fucking around him by keeping the gaze of his good eye focused on the floor until he reached the curtains of his whore’s room. Aemond never understood how the smallfolk could have sex like animals all in the same house with barely any privacy.

Or maybe he was just weird for seeking a mothers touch in a whore. It was not his fault his brother Aegon brought him here when Aemond was only thirteen, what else could a young boy have done? Apparently that never changed and so for the sixth time in not even a moon was he here again, naked, vulnerable and in the arms of Sylvi. Only when the hours of the wolf was reached did he get ready to leave again, this time with more confidence, the strong walls around his heart built up again, laying over his face like a mask.

Aemond held his head high as he strode out of the brothel, a heavy hood concealing his identity when something in the corner of his vision caught his attention.

Some knight of the kings guard slamming into a silver haired woman with a face of beauty. A beauty he knew. It was you. His niece getting fucked right next to him by a knight of the kings guard. To say that guy was going easy on you was an understatement.

Sweat glistened on your skin, illuminated by the candles spread across the room, surrounded by other men and women enjoying the show. Not only was Aemond’s eye wide opened once he recognized you, but you seemed to push the guard away, stumbling around to grab your clothes and disappearing into a different hallway to get away from your uncle as quick as possible.

Aemond how he is followed after you and once you were in reach he grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you into a secluded corner.

“What do you think you are doing here?”

He practically spat at you, anger and confusion seething through his veins.

“You are supposed to be in Dragonstone.”

Shame rose in you as you stood bare before Aemond, his grip harsh.

“What even are you doing in a brothel getting fucked by a knight of the kings guard?”

He continued, almost berating you as you awkwardly try to move with your back against the wall.

“The same reason you are here for, Uncle.”

It was a hidden threat as if you knew he was not here for pleasure. Your words did not face him as he kept his guard up.

“Do not worry your head around it. I will be out of your sight before you realize that the hour of the nightingale has struck. No need to end me like you ended Lucerys.”

Your words plunged a dagger into his heart, Aemond’s jaw clenching tightly. The sight of you so vulnerable not only in front of him, but in front of the smallfolk did little to quench his anger, on the contrary.

“I know where to go for moon tea if that is your issue.”

The seething tone on your voice was an indicator that this conversation should be done soon and it was.

Without another word Aemond let go of you, exiting the brothel in haste. By the looks of it he will not tell you, not with how his eyes lingered on your exposed form a little too long.

You returned to the knight to say farewell and to apologize for being interrupted before leaving yourself. Aemond’s words plagued your mind as you absent mindedly wandered through the streets, unsure whether to go back to Dragonstone or to stay here.

Should someone recognize you and report you the king would imprison you in an instant without a second doubt. Aegon was never one to be on the side of the blacks due to Rhaenyra’s bastard sons. Even despite your hair he still hated you to his guts just because you were the daughter of the usurper queen.

With guilt gnawing at your inner soul your feet carry you through the cobbled alleys, the noise of wet puddles echoing off the walls as you trudged closer to the red keep a flood of thoughts overwhelming your every being.

Your shoulder suddenly bumped into something, finally pulling you out of your racing brain. You were met with the eye of Aemond, staring at you with furrowed brows. In the rush of your thoughts you must have been fast enough to catch up with him and ended up ramming your shoulder into his.

Both of your faces were mostly concealed by hoods as you just stood there speechless, your eyes scanning his every feature.

“Why are you following me? Did you not risk yourself enough by being in Kings Landing?” Despite the obvious annoyance in his tone there was some hint of worry. Was he worried you might get killed? It was probably just the regret that spoke from him.

“I…” Rather confused you looked around, only now noticing where your feet had dragged you to. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You cleared your throat, trying to appear in control of yourself.

“Mh.” A hum was all you got, it was what most got. Aemond was never talkative, keeping things to himself most of the time. He always appeared to be lost in thought.

“I apologize, my prince.” With a few blinks you try to ease your raging mind, yet the confusion on your features did not go unnoticed to your uncle.

“I offer to hide you in the keep until it is safe for you to fly back to Dragonstone. I am sure your mother is worried for your absence.” Not a single emotion could be traced through his words. They were dull, calculated and cold. “In exchange for information.”

Of course he would only help if there was something in return for him. Without knowing any better you agree, nodding your head ever so slightly, following him back to the Keep.

“What you saw is a secret between us now, right?” Insecurity laced your voice as your cloak absorbed the soft raindrops from the night sky, the sound of wet footsteps in puddles filling the else silent alley.

“I suppose so.” His eye met yours for a second before focusing on the dimly lit path.

Aemond led you through a hidden entrance into the castle as the two of you snuck passed guards and private chambers until you reached his and he let the door fall shut behind him. Heavy breaths left your lungs after practically sprinting to his room. Never in your life have you been in your uncle’s chamber, but it was not as bad as someone might think. Books and candles littered his desk and at every place were it was possible candle wax dripped down. The room seemed cozy and warm, a stark contrast to the front Aemond put on in front of others.

Maybe he was not too bad after all. Maybe all it took was getting close to him, something you two definitely were not.

“I do not know much. Only that Daemon is currently in Harrenhal, trying to expand my mother’s army.” Your voice pulled Aemond out of his thoughts as he leaned over his desk, his hands gripping the edges tightly as he seemed to be studying maps of Westeros.

“What about your brother?” It seemed as if he did not believe your words, he did not trust you. You could not blame him. The last time you saw each other was at the family supper, before your grandsire, his father, passed.

“He is in Dragonstone. Mother does not allow him to leave. She is… distant, I suppose.” Your hurt and sadness were reflected in your soft voice as you swallowed down the lump forming in your throat.

“Stop staring at me.” Aemond caught you red handed as your eyes trailed over his hands the whole time he fiercely gripped the wood. Immediately you averted your gaze to the candles next to his bed. You could feel the heat pool at your cheeks as a red hint rose over them.

“Do you hate my family?” After what seemed like an eternity your words broke the heavy silence, only for one twice as heavy to return. You did not understand the war, not the reason the family is split in half, not the reason why it even was the way it was.

“I apologize. I should not have asked.”

“No.”

“Then wh-”

“I do not hate.” Aemond made it clear he didn’t like being questioned, not by anyone and especially not by you.

With a quick nod you apologized, staying silent. Despite everything your eyes stayed on him. You knew he could feel your gaze, but you did not know how else to keep your mind busy.

Aemond turned his head a little, gazing behind his shoulder to were you were still standing by the door. He nods towards a chair in front of the fire place for you to sit down in and you do as told. Carefully you take of your wet cloak and hang it in front of the fire for it to dry.

“I forgive, but I do not forget.” He was obviously referring to the loss of his eye. You had been there to witness it all, the fight between Aemond and your brothers, Alicent attacking Rheanyra, all of it.

It pained you to see the anger inside of Aemond still burning after all those years. Who could blame him though? No one apologized to him, everyone stamped it off as a little fight between boys yet they fought like men with daggers.

“I am sorry, Aemond. For what happened. My brothers have a fragile ego, but that’s easy for me to say considering my hair.”

A short silence filled the room, the only sound being the fire crackling as the flames ate at the wood.

“Do you think I’m a bastard, Aemond? The timing fits, doesn’t it? But maybe I just got lucky or they had the misfortune of nature taking it’s course despite the blood of the dragons.” Aemond’s fist hit the table, all different kind of metal objects clattering at the impact. The sudden sound made you flinch as you had been staring absently into the warm light.

“Do not play with me and shut your mouth.” He hissed at you like you struck a nerve. Never had he shown his anger or frustration in such a way. Of course he was violent, but not violent against you.

“Please. I just want to understand.” You were almost begging as you tried to keep your voice from quivering. Shouting scared you, shouting at you to be specific. It released that primal urge in you to hide from the world, but you could not run so your fingers clawed at the chair, trying to supress the fear.

“Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros naejot pendagon!” Your uncle’s voice went from anger to something that resembled frustration. The guilt in his tone and body language was evident.

No matter your fear you quietly get up from the chair, walking over to where he stood, placing a gentle hand on the back of his tunic. Aemond seemed to flinch away a little form your touch, not used to one of gentle form. (I do not know what to think)

“Nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon bisa vīlībāzma. Nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon īlva lentor naejot sagon ezīmagon kesrio syt hen pirtra.” You tried to comfort Aemond with the ways your mother comforted you as a child. It always appeared to you as if Alicent never held her children. You pitied them, but to what use? In your youth you tried your best to give Aemond the comfort of a mother although you were just a child yourself. (I do not want this war. I do not want our family to be split because of falsehoods.)

“I want to leave the past behind. At least for the two of us, hold a grudge against my brother if you want to.” Your breath tickled his neck, a shiver running down his spine as goosebumps formed on his skin. Slowly your hands fall away from his shoulders, fingertips gracing his back before your arms fell next to you.

“Do it again.” Aemond demands.

“What?” You were utterly baffled as he grabs you hand and presses it back on his shoulder. He was deliberately seeking physical connection, you. A huff of air leaves your nose in contentment as you press yourself against his back again. Everything stayed silent after this, actions speaking louder than words.

Aemond turned his head to the side his lips impossibly near as you looked up to him from his shoulder. Unexpectedly he cupped your right cheek and his lips meeting yours in a soring kiss. After a mere seconds you broke apart and you hid your face in the crook of his neck in shame.

He clears his throat, looking back down at the map on his desk, standing there like earlier. “I apologize.” Soft words for such a harsh man. It was the first time you have ever heard him apologizing.

“It’s… it’s alright.” You words were muted by the lack of distance between your bodies. The air was heavy with unspoken feelings neither of you addressed at the moment, too caught up with the war about to break out any day.

A soft sigh left you lips, making it’s way across Aemond’s skin. Your lips gently press against his neck, a sweet-tempered gesture to calm both of your racing hearts. His head fell back a little, giving you more access as your nose pressed against his artery while nuzzling into the crook of your uncle’s neck.

“Careful, your treading on thin ice, princess.” His words were nothing more than a hum as he enjoyed every single second of the moment, wishing it would never stop.

The both of you knew the inappropriate gestures like the palm of your hands, having spend countless hours in the street of silk and in various brothels.

“I did for my whole life. What is the difference now?” The exhaustion did not go unnoticed to Aemond and neither did the hint of sarcasm. But your words were the truth, something your uncle probably has not heard in a while.

“You should rest.” If you would not know any better, you might have said he sounded like he cared, when in reality it was probably more of him wanting to get rid of you. It was moments like these when you wished for the power to look into others minds or have the powers of Helaena to see the future through dreams.

“And where do you suggest?” You yawn softly into his shoulder, a way to intimate gesture to be between you and Aemond, when you were on opposite sides of the war.

“My bed. I have enough space in the library.”

Divider from @targaryen-dynasty

[sleepyskeleton-0]

A scream ripped through camp. Warriors was up in an instant, heart pounding out of his chest. Everyone was awake now.

Hyrule sat up, sweat beading along his brow and body trembling to no end. He shook so violently that he couldn’t even hold the flask of water Wild had tried to give him (he took it back and thought it best to make tea instead).

Once Wars got to the traveler, the tears started to fall.

“I’m fine” he said softly, and goddess, how heartbreaking it felt for the captain, listening to a voice so calm come from such a frightened teenager.

Legend sat next to the two with a soft blanket and a bucket in his arms. He set the bucket in Hyrule’s lap.

“It’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay” vet mumbled, then turned his head, feeling ill listening to the sounds of throwing up.

Instead, he looked around. Time was walking around making sure everyone else was okay. Twilight had gone to Wind, who looked rattled by the sudden scream, and was now trying to comfort him.

Sky had fallen back asleep not long ago. Figures, Legend thought, he’d had a rough week.

Wild was sat by the fire brewing herbal tea for Hyrule; and Four, who likely wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again without it.

When the sounds of heaving ceased, he turned back. Wars picked up the bucket, “I’m gonna do a quick lap, I’ll be back in half an hour or so,” he collected his sword on his way out of camp.

Four took his place and leaned up against Hyrule. The weight was welcome, it seemed, so Legend did the same.

“ ‘m sorry-”

“Don’t even start. We’ve had this conversation before, ‘Rule. People react and deal with nightmares in different ways. I hyperventilate, Four dissociates for a bit,” (smithy nodded) “and you get ill. It’s not a big deal. I mean, fucking hell, we’re heroes. Don’t you think we’re allowed to feel pain?”

Hyrule sniffled, tears dried up. He has a point, I suppose.

Legend’s words were, in fact, true. Still, he found it hard to internalise those thoughts. As a hero, he felt he constantly had to instill a brave, almost unbreakable facade for everyone else. It seemed surreal, being surrounded by people who knew exactly how he felt, and being encouraged to be himself for once. It felt good, but he often had to remind himself that it was okay to do so.

“Here, made it just the way you like”

Wild passed all three of them mugs of warm tea.

“Made one for you too Lege. Thought you’d also want one.”

“Thanks.”

It was how they liked it. Hyrule with a drop of honey, Four’s had mint leaves, and Legend liked his tea with 6 sugars (ironically).

One by one, over the course of the next hour, all the boys fell back to sleep (except for Wild, who resumed second watch).

-

Wars had taken longer than expected, he realised, but the perimeter was all clear… and so was the bucket.

When he got back to the others, a wolf lay with a tiny sailor, three empty mugs were set to the side, and any pre-existing tear tracks had long since been wiped away.