#i read red dragon and i still didn't get it sorry

[this-is-a-podcast-fanblog]

I don't really care about the plot of Hanibal that much I kind of just want to watch it so I can understand all the fucked up problematic tw cannibalism fanfiction about it

[overtail]

Late Night Brew - Zuko x Reader 🔞

🔥🛀🏻

Jesus, yall are FREAKS for zuko

Summary: After Iroh opens the Jasmine Dragon, he hires a new worker -- a pretty girl, one around Zuko's age. While Iroh is taking a trip to the market for more supplies after work, desperation unfolds.

Trigger Warning: NSFW, Soft Sex, Cussing, Semi-public Sex, Body Worship, and Zuko acting like an awkward turtle duck.

Micheal, I know ur reading this

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Zuko didn't like the new waitress.

She didn't do anything in particular to get on his bad side, he just couldn't stand her.

He hated how she looked in her apron, how the skirt she wore rode up a little too high on her thighs.

He hated how her hip popped when she was standing still while taking orders.

He hated all her curves, her moles, and her messy hair; how it all made her so beautiful.

And he especially hated that at night, when he laid in bed in that cold apartment, how he couldn't get her face out of his mind. How the image of her body echoed in his head while he reached his hands into his pants.

He wanted her gone.

"Lee, could you help me with the tables?"

Zuko wiped the counters of the bar, groaning at the sound of her voice. He turned around, only to see her back to him.

He watched as her arm worked on a stained table, trying to get a mark from condensation out.

"Can't you just do it yourself?"

He grumbled, shaking his head and turning back around. It's not like he had much to do -- he just didn't want to work so close to her.

"I've got one table left and my shift ends in two minutes. I'd rather not work unpaid overtime."

He heard her say. Even with Zuko's rude attitude, she still had a soft tone with him; she spoke to him like he was a fussy toddler.

Which he sort of was.

Zuko grumbled a few curses under his breath, grabbing the hand towel he was just using to walk over to one of the tables.

He looked at (Y/N), looking at her thighs and her hips. His face flushing red, turning and brushing back his short black hair.

The table he had to clean wasn't the dirtiest. It had a single cup on it, and a few spills here and there. He wanted to get away as soon as possible, so he could just go home and relax.

Well, his version of relaxing.

He palmed his growing erection through his pants, trying to subside it for at least the remaining two minutes.

"Thank you, Lee."

Zuko heard the smile from her voice, face growing red at her kindness. Even if it wasn't his real name, he felt giddy at the way she said Lee.

All he did was nod, grabbing the cup and wiping off the tea from the table. He marched to the sink in the back room. Zuko grabbed the sponge that sat on the wooden counter, already full with soap. He began to scrub, getting the smell of Jasmine tea out from the cup -- even if it was his favorite.

As he did so, (Y/N)'s soft footsteps were sounded from behind him. He let out an exasperated groan, not wanting to stand next to her.

(Y/N) walked up quiet, placing three cups in the sink. One stayed in her hand, grabbing the other. sponge and pouring some soap in the glass.

There was an awkward silence between the two -- at least on his end.

As she was cleaning, her elbow bumped into his side. He didn't say anything, just kept cleaning the cup. The second time though, it started to bother him. And when the third time hit, he was set off.

"Can you stop doing that?"

He yelled, looking at her with angry eyes. She looked up with her mouth still agape, her eyes meeting with him amber ones.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There's just not much space back here.."

Her face flushed red with embarrassment. Zuko rolled his eyes.

"I already don't want to be back here with you, let alone have to be touched by you."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened, eyebrows lifting quickly. She pursed her lips.

"What is your problem Lee? All i've done is try to be friends with you -- and you just treat me like garbage!"

Her voice was raised, and she poked his chest with her thin fingers. She was kind of cute when she was mad; the way her nose scrunched made his stomach flutter.

"Have you considered the fact that i don't want to be friends with the likes of you?"

He bickered, peering his eyes down to her. She gasped slightly, shoulders raising in surprise.

"With the likes of me? What do you mean the likes of me?"

She stepped even closer to him, their chests almost touching.

Zuko scoffed at her words, rolling his eyes.

"I don't associate with peasants."

And his heart stopped.

(Y/N) was from the lower ring of Ba Sing Se. His uncle Iroh had hired her while he watched her get fired from her other job, feeling bad for her.

Zuko didn't mean peasant in that way. He was just thinking like the old Zuko -- the one that hunted the avatar and did anything to regain his honor back. But he was supposed to be Lee now, a traveler, a teenage boy that works in a tea shop, who just happened to be lucky enough to live in a nice apartment.

"Peasant?"

Her words sounded broken. Her voice cracked as she muttered the words, lower than the loud voice she was using before.

"I get you're from the upper ring -- but peasant? Really?"

She shook her head, stepping back. Zuko felt like he was floating away from the lack of closeness from her.

"That's not what i meant."

Zuko said, closing his eyes and sighing.

"It's just -- i have issues."

He never liked admitting he had problems. He was supposed to be Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, prissy and perfect.

"Yeah, you do."

(Y/N) said, looking Zuko up and down. Her eyes winded slightly, cheeks growing even redder than before.

Zuko raised a brow, confused at what she was looking at. He looked down and then realized.

"Wait, it's not what it looks like-"

"Is this.."

She began, looking back up at him.

"..turning you on?"

She said curiously, turning her head.

(Y/N) stepped forward, her hands lying on her hips. She was about the same height as Zuko -- since he was significantly short.

"Is that why you're so mean to me?"

She placed her hand on his chest, causing Zuko to take a deep breath in.

Oh Spirits.

"Because you like me?"

They were too close. Way too close. He was getting harder by the second, not knowing what to do.

So he did the only thing that came to mind.

He reached his hands forward, grabbing her face in his hands. He pulled her forward, placing his chapped lips tenderly on hers. He stayed still for a moment, never having kissed a girl before.

He leaned back awkwardly, still holding her face in his hands.

His index finger brushed a hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.

(Y/N) had never been this close to him before. She was able to admire his face entirely as he focused on the strand of hair, looking at his scar and the light freckles that dotted his pale skin. He had bags under his eyes, and she wondered what caused it.

"You're pretty."

She said, grabbing his face with one hand. He flinched lightly, eyes flickering back to her. He wasn't used to such a touch -- not feeling it since he last saw his mother.

Zuko leaned into it, letting her fingers form around the shape of his jaw. His eye lashed flickered as he blinked, and she admired the entirety of him.

"Thanks.. you too."

He said, not knowing how to respond. He didn't ever get compliments.

"You know, you could have just told me that you liked me."

(Y/N) laughed, causing Zuko to look away.

"I don't like you."

He grumbled, looking at the wall above the sink.

She laughed, turning his head with her palm to look at her. She used her other hand to place it on his crotch, grinning wildly,

"What's this then?"

Zuko looked down, feeling a rush of ecstasy flow through his body. He whimpered softly, his eyes closing from it.

"That's enough to tell me you like me."

...

In the next minute, Zuko's lips were on her neck. She was on the counter next to the sink, legs wrapped around Zuko's torso, Her hand was tangled in his short hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter,

Zuko was holding her waist, his right hand gripping the fat of her thigh. He loved being this close, the agility to breath her in making him feel incredibly hot.

"Lee, I love this as much as you do, but we need to start quickly before Mushi gets back."

Zuko groaned against her neck, removing his lips from her soft skin. He was reluctant, but she was right. Regrettably.

"Yeah, right."

He stepped back, beginning to unbuckle the belt that held up his pants. He look up suddenly, face growing hot,

"Could you uhm, close your eyes,,"

He muttered shyly, getting a smile out of (Y/N). She nodded, closing her eyes. Zuko fully took his pants off, now sliding his boxers from his waist. He was practically in pain from all this, and he needed relief soon. He walked closer, close enough that his member hid under the lip of her skirt. She took this as an okay, opening her eyes only to be met with Zuko's amber ones,

She reached down, pulling her underwear to the side, The cold night air hit her exposed parts, making her shiver.

"Okay. I'm ready, Lee."

Zuko placed one hand on the base of him, lining himself up with (Y/N). She scrunched her eyes at the feeling of his tip entering her, toes curling in her sandals, Zuko then grabbed her hips, looking up at her.

Then he bucked his hips forward.

"Shit!"

(Y/N) squealed, squeazing Zuko's tense shoulders. He groaned, one of his eyes closing shut. She felt so good -- better than he could ever have imagined. The nights he spent awake, whimpering her name as his hand rubbed his length up and down, imaging her bent over the tables of the tes shop, in his bed, and even in the back room.

He fully slid in, letting out a mix of illegible words. All that (Y/N) could make out was her name.

He pulled out before pushing back in again. She moaned, throwing her head back. zzuko got a good look at her neck, the hockey's that he had placed only minutes before.

Soon, they were at a regular place. Out, in. Out, in. The room was filled with soft groans, and Zuko could already feel his arrival coming. It was all too much. His eyes were currently chained to her crotch, watching himself slide in and out. He then looked up, making eye contact with (Y/N).

"Lee.."

She said in an airy voice, palm grazing his clenched jaw. That's what did it for him, the sight of her unraveling beneath him. Ropes of white shot out of him, painting the inside of her white. He kept pounding into her, riding out his orgasm.

...

lwk lost my motivation at the end......

[frankensteinmutual]

Sorry to bother you, but dude. You're so fucking cool. Would you consider sharing your top three favorite books (and why, if you feel like it)? Your aesthetic and taste in media is so fucking *it*

Thank you :)

you're not bothering me at all! in fact you just made me smile like an idiot, so thank you 🫀

I think picking a top three is almost impossible for me, but I can do a top 5:

1. we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson

this is my favourite book of all time. nothing else has ever made me feel like reading this book did. the prose is so beautiful in its raw simplicity, a childish fantasy stated so matter-of-factly you have no choice but to let go of any sense of reason that might prevent you form feeling the words as having sprung from your own mind the instant you are reading them, and the narrator's intimate inner monologue draws you in so magnetically into her enchantingly morbid world of twisted logic and sympathetic magic – it's the sweetest nightmare you never want to wake up from.

2. house of leaves by mark z. danielewski

what is there still to say about house of leaves? it's as good as everyone says it is. I fought for my relationship with this book – we did not get along at all for quite a while – and it was worth it. I think it might have actually made it even better in the end. i feel like this book knows me somehow, like we have a reciprocal relationship with each other in which we are both active parties. I don't think any other work of art has ever given me that. it's the proverbial abyss staring back into you, luring you into its depths and never letting you go again.

3. autobiography of red by anne carson

autobiography of red is a verse novel, so you could think of it as one big poem, and it's beautifully written. the blurring and blending of myth and reality and continuous shifting of fiction and recollection, impression and perception sweeps you up into a tale both ancient and timeless, tragic and hopeful, about a boy who is a monster, or maybe a giant, with three bodies or maybe six hands, a shepherd or a dragon, a son with a red red heart. also, it's gay.

4. piranesi by susanna clarke

piranesi is a bit as if the house from house of leaves cared for you and was also built by plato. it kind of sneaks up on you gently, dangerously but never with malicious intent. it wants to lead you to a place inside yourself that you've never been to or maybe have just forgotten, and uncover what lies in wait there. most of it is love.

5. frankenstein by mary shelley

and for the last one, a classic. I kind of put off reading this for a long time, because I wanted to like it so badly and was very scared I wouldn't, or at least not to a degree that would satisfy, as is unfortunately often the case for me with these kinds of "important" things. but I was so pleasantly surprised. it wasn't hard to get into or inaccessible at all, it didn't bore or alienate me, on the contrary. it touched me so deeply and unexpectedly I didn't stop thinking about it for quite a while. it truly deserves its status in my eyes.

also because I couldn't resist, a visual representation of nine of my favourite books:

I hope you will find something worth your while in at least one of them!

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 4)

Hello! I am so sorry for leaving you all hanging yesterday. Between errands and bingo, I just didn't have the time to get around to it, but I've got you covered today.

As always, thank you all so much for the likes and reblogs on the previous posts. I continue to be blown away and humbled by the response this little project of mine has gotten, so smooches and squeezy-hugs to you all!

And now, to the fics! Enjoy!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

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grandma's house by billtheradish (G | 1/1 | 1,232)

Let me tell you a secret about grandma's house.

There is no grandmother, and there is no house. There's no single or set road to get there, and the path doesn't always exist.

Grandma's house isn't a place. It isn't a thing. Grandma's house is a concept.

It's risk. It's reward.

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tell me we're dead and i'll love you even more series by hoars (2 works | E | 4,050)

The link between wolves and red is the link between madness and human mates.

1. Red is a Madness (E | 1/1 | 2,065) “Kill her, kill her!” Allison shrieks over and over. Her mother’s face only has time to show betrayal before the pack descends on her. All the werewolves ripping chunks of Victoria Argent from her bones. The other hunters shouting in confusion and horror because now the ground is level. Before the pack ran and didn’t engage. Now the hunters run, the ‘wolves tearing them all apart and she’s viciously glad, wants them all to die for daring to take what’s hers. (companion to Red is Vicious) 2. Red is Vicious (E | 1/1 | 1,985) Or that’s how the story supposedly goes. Derek doesn’t know for sure. It’s the lesson that the story teaches that’s important: human mates are /dangerous/. (companion to Red is a Madness)

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ticket for littering by kellifer_fic (M | 1/1 | 7,607)

Stiles is totally ready for his life to stop being a horror movie and start being a romcom. This... isn't exactly what he had in mind.

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as if he were the sun by impossiblespark (T | 1/1 | 9,202)

“Scott, I told you, I’m- oh.” Stiles cuts himself off when he opens his eyes and turns to find Derek standing by his open window, brows furrowed dangerously, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

His breath catches painfully somewhere in his throat.

He winces almost imperceptibly as he struggles to sit up. Derek still catches it, and his eyes flash red.

His fucking life.

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Sheriff Noah Stilinski by DearDaisy (Scribblesnpaws) (G | 1/1 | 9,411)

Sheriff Noah Stilinki knows about werewolves and his son lying to him.

He may not be the best father, but he would do everything in his power to keep his son safe.

It’s time he found out more.

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love always wakes the dragon by hoars (E | 1/1 | 11,225)

“If you could only protect one person, who would it be?”

“Derek.”

“What would you do to keep him alive? What would you give up?”

“Anything. Everything.”

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First Impressions Are Overrated by Leslie_Knope (T | 1/1 | 14,634)

In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.

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Hold the Door by Hatteress (goddammitstacey), maichan808 (maichan) (T | 1/1 | 16,700)

When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

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Spark, Smolder, Catch by qthelights (E | 1/1 | 18,347)

When Stiles starts pulling down Derek's burnt-out house, Derek finds himself letting him. He doesn't know why.

Wherein Stiles and Derek are both broken and doing more damage might just be what they both need to move on.

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here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain (T | 1/1 | 22,322)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

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Shadows in the Room by peacensafety (M | 2/2 | 23,279)

Laura and Derek are twins. They get along together wonderfully until puberty and Laura's new best friend, a boy with the improbable name of Stiles Stilinski, gets in the way.

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Hide Of A Life War by Etharei (E | 1/1 | 26,105)

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

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Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain (T | 1/1 35,197)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

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When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope (M | 4/4 | 39,671)

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year.

“We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

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Valhalla series by peacensafety (3 works | M | 60,986)

1. Weak and Powerless (M | 18/18 | 55,585) Stiles has to remember part of his past that he would really like to ignore until it went away, thank you very much. If people would just let him keep ignoring it, it would be great. Now that there's an Alpha pack, and secret agents, and his dad is keeping secrets from him, and why exactly is Derek hanging around so much now? Ignoring it is going to be just impossible to do. Thank God his shrink lets him have as much anti-anxiety medication as he wants. 2. Viewpoint (M | 1/1 | 2,882) This series started because of the Teen Wolf fanfic contest. Since I didn't win, I figured I'd post what I wrote for it. 3. When the Levee Breaks (M | 1/1 | 2,519) or How Thor Got His Groove Back

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I've Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope (E | 10/10 | 61,551)

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?"

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

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The Boy who Fought with Wolves series by Onlymystory (10 works | T-E | 64,547)

Tin here. For some reason, Tumblr is giving me absolute hell about including any of the individual story summaries here, so I'm just to going to give you a little info about the series and hopefully you'll check them all out:

The series contains 10 (mostly) unrelated stories that are all about different verariations of a BAMF!Stiles. You get a little dash of "Stiles is secretly a former hunter" action in there, a little bit of Stiles as the Second to Derek's Alpha, and a heaping dollop of other!Stiles as well. It's a fun series with some interesting concepts and world building, and I often revisit this series when I'm craving some badass Stiles Stilinski vibes.

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This Is My Kingdom Come by Salomonderiel (M | 4/4 | 64,875)

By the time he’d hit his 17th birthday, he’d sorted his life out. It came down to this: His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was the son of the Sheriff and his wife, deceased, and his best friend was Scott McCall, an ex-asthmatic werewolf with a nurse mother and an absent father. He was the cleverest in his class, after the strawberry blonde he had a crush on, and he had been diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven. On full moons, he ran around and cooked for the local pack of werewolves. And he was a demon changeling.

Stiles has managed to avoid Hell and its natives for near 16 years. He's almost managed to fool himself he's human. And best friend who smells of wet dog or not, he thinks he'd got a pretty good deal with this second chance at a life, and is planning to stick with it. But, unknown to Stiles, the new king of Hell has other ideas...

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Family Seasons by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior (T | 7/7 | 68,904)

Derek doesn't really want a family, but when he's left with three kids he doesn't have a lot of options otherwise.

Of course, there's always Stiles...

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The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope (E | 12/12 | 83,974)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

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[snowywolf1005]

Dude I was sleeping and I thought…can you make a scenario or HC about Timekeeper cookie!reader being best friends with Uta…and Koby *whispers* ‘make them yandere..’ and you can put a bonus about your favorite character in one piece:D (and also make them Yandere..)

Just letting you know I’m going to draw some WednesdayAdams! Reader X Yandere Vinsmoke family in the weekend because school is on my 🍑 rn😭 (a little gift for you🤍❤️)

I could try! Let hope it works!

YANDERE UTA, KOBY X TIMEKEEPER COOCKIE READER

Uta was best friend when you were kids, even luffy. You draw a logo for her if she becomes a best singer, people say you and uta were like sisters together.

But you two are more like sisters. But it wasn't until you heard about her staying elegia when the red pirate came and you didn't see uta. You thought they were lying to you and luffy, but no, something really happened to her.

You were so sad, even luffy, but you two have to move on. Oh! You ate a devil fruit it called the time-time fruit. It allows you to bend the time-space continuum and blink forward 2 times.

You have the ability to be called reverse technique.It primarily aims at manipulating cursed energy into a positive force, which can, in turn, help the wielder heal human bodies.

So you can heal yourself or your friends. You get along with koby, you guys talk, and koby has deeply, really in love with you. You and the strawhat goes to uta concert.

Then you and luffy meet uta, you guys on cloud nine. "Uta!" You hug uta "(Y/N)! I missed you so much!" She said, hugging you back.

Everything was fun, you, luffy and uta talk. Uta and luffy have a challenge. You decide to record, who won? Well, it was uta, you thought everything was fun until uta went nut after she attacked you and luffy.

You have no idea what was up to her, luffy was tied up, and your friends were all trapped from uta spells, and you also tied up as well. "Uta! What is the meaning of this!? I thought we're friends!" You yelled.

She looks at you and smiles, "Oh, (Y/N). You will always be the scary cat, " she said. "In fact, how about you stop joining luffy and join me! Then I'll let your friends go!" Said uta.

You were so surprised hearing about this. "No!" You yelled, luffy and Strawhat were light blulb moment, even uta. "I won't join you! Not until we talk about this!" Uta, look at you. She can't believe you didn't expect her to join her world.

Then uta turn you into a small plush cookie!:

Koby saw this and wanted to save you, but he can't "(Y/N)!" Luffy screamed, then uta grab tiny you. "Uta! Let her go!" Luffy commend.

Fast forward!!!! (Sorry... I don't want to write more. It'll hurt my fingers)

Uta attacked the celestial dragon. Koby arrived, "uta stop! Helping people, this is still wrong!" He said you're surprised to see koby.

"Another marine, huh? Here to save the celestial dragon?" Uta ask, holding on to tiny you. "I'm here to save lives. And it doesn't matter who's! You don't have the right to take those people's souls. You have to bring them back to reality." Said koby.

Everyone started to get confused. Koby explained that everyone it a trap, but uta says she did this because she wanted everyone to be happy and free.

And now everyone started hating uta now. Then you manage to escape. "(Y/N)! Come back here right now!" She said, you look her, koby try to take your hand.

"Why? After all you lie to us, I can't even know if you're my friend!" You yelled, now uta really pissed off. But all of a sudden, the whole water is filling up, turning everyone into some items.

Koby, grab your waist and pull you with him and blueno. "Give (Y/N) back to me!!" Uta scream, but blueno already closed the door.

THANKS FOR READING!!

IF YOU WANT MORE REQUEST OF...

YANDERE ONE PIECE CHARACTER X READER

ASK ME!!!!

[wyked-ao3]

Wyked's intro

Hey, I'm wyked (wicked) been on Tumblr a while now and finally got around to my intro

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↪Alpha/Beta reader, idea bouncer. (Send a pm if your looking for an extra set of eyes, just tell me what your looking for. I can be brutally honest if that's what you're looking for but I'm still listing my favorite parts regardless.)

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↪infj or intj the multiple test tends to balance it so I'm not sure but I usually relate more to the infj.

↪Taurus born

↪I'm most likely dyslexic (teachers agreed, but didn't get a official diagnosis) so sorry in advance for the typos and lack of proper punctuation (punctuation is my nemesis but I do try in my writing to get it correct)

↪I write mostly fanfiction multi fandom

↪ I'm currently writing my first original work. TPKODR of TPCG series

The pirate king of deaths redemption

The pirate's cursed god series

you can find my work here

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Additional information that will update frequently probably

↪My current game fandom's

Zelda (it's more link than Zelda but whatever lol) I have played (wind waker , orca of time, twilight princess, and a little of skyward sword)

Elder scrolls (Skyrim is my favorite)

Devil may cry 2-3

Red steel

Assassin's creed (can't wait for the new one…although I'm still not sure about upgrading from the PS3 lol)

↪My movie/series fandoms

Merlin, Twilight, Supernatural, Lucifer, Grimm,Once upon a time, Stargate (all), Primeval, Criminal minds, NCIS, Star trek, Harry Potter, Hannibal, Marvel, Harley Quinn, Shadow hunters, Arrow, How to train your dragons (all), Troll hunters (they ripped my heart out) Avatar the last Airbender, Avatar (blue), Jurassic world, Jurassic park, Dragon prince, The last of us?(Not the biggest fan of it but I do read the fic's and wrote for ot occasionally, Lost, Charmed (original), Originals (didn't finish it….I'm a softie okay), and to be honest I'm forgetting some… may edit as I remember or hit a phase where they are my favorite show again….

↪Anime fandom's…..some I'm only in due to my sister but it still counts…..

Black Butler

Heavens official blessing

Skum villain D

emon king academy

Welcome to demon school iruma (I love this)

Fairytail

↪My Never seen but I could probably convince you otherwise do to my sister's rambling list that will update as I remember names

Inuyasha

↪My interest

Herbs,plants,trees, mushrooms, nature (I can keep going) animals,fish,corals and aquatic plants, invertebrates, mythology, pirates, knights, druids,shamans, hanfu, feudal era, history involving any of the above.. writing, gardening, wood carving and burning, sketching although I think you get more detail with wood burning……I can keep listing but most of that will not be covered here so I will stop now but feel free to drop in my inbox to chat

I will add more eventually here

↪My mutuals original story recommendation list

My favorite western, time loop horror romance by @tragedycoded I can not recommend this enough it got me hooked on a western.

If you like gay pirates, kidnapping, drama and found family that will keep you on your toes then check out @the-golden-comet 's story (read the warning)

↪My mutuals fanfiction recommendation list (it will change as I think of some I added the recommendations last minute so oops)

If you are into sarcastic lovable OC's and mandalorians from star wars check out @lillybaaaka 's work

she also has a fem Harry Potter/startrek crossover that I'm in love with lol highly recommend it, it's more startrek then Harry Potter

if you are into the bat family you should check out @gods-graveyard 's work

if you like bananafish fanfiction then check out @gioiaalbanoart she has several amazing ones but my favorite so far is this one

if you are a Zelda fan who ships Ganon and Link then I highly recommend you check out @the-golden-comet just make sure to read the warnings

[starlingflight]

Ginniversary drabble 15

Prompt: #I19 -- The girl shouldn't have been sacked but if he said anything he'd make it worse.

Read on AO3 or below:

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was packed almost to bursting. Harry's plan to sneak under the invisibility cloak was swiftly abandoned; there was no room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter, he slid through the door and was immediately swallowed by the crowd.

The year-long closure had done nothing to dull the shine of the shop. Harry still didn't know where to look, he was captivated by a cacophony of colourful flashes, smoke-plumed bangs, and the sparkling whizz of a hundred different products all fighting for his attention.

His eyes wandered from one bright distraction to another as he navigated the crowd, only stopping when they fell on her.

She was, in his opinion, brighter than any firework could wish to be. The magenta staff robes that he had always thought clashed horribly with the signature Weasley hair, dulled in comparison to Ginny's smile until they were hardly noticeable.

Harry paused by a display of edible Dark Marks (clearance: buy one get one free), watching as Ginny directed a stack of skiving snackboxes onto a free topshelf with her wand.

An elderly woman was talking to her, holding up a fanged frisbee which looked to have been roughly torn from its packaging and now had several fangs missing.

“I'm sorry,” Ginny said, still smiling despite the scowl the woman was throwing at her. “I can't take it back without a receipt.”

“I don't have a receipt!” The old lady practically yelled.

Ginny's knuckles turned white where she gripped her wand. “I know, that's why I can't–”

“Oi, miss!” A middle-aged wizard with a grey beard and two children in tow barged up to Ginny.

The corners of her smile twitched. “I'll be with you in a–”

The bearded wizard shook his head. “I've been looking everywhere for an assistant.”

“Yes, if you could just give me a–”

He interrupted her again, apparently oblivious to the dangerous undercurrent in Ginny's voice that Harry found unmissable. “Does anybody actually work in this shop?”

Even Harry couldn't deny that the red flush slowly creeping over Ginny's face clashed jarringly with the magenta robes now. Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Yes, people do work here,” she hissed. “It might have escaped your attention, because clearly you think the world revolves around you, but we're actually quite busy today.”

The elderly witch gasped dramatically. Harry resisted the urge to grin.

The bearded wizard didn't have the good sense to appear affected by Ginny's tone at all. He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. “I want three bottles of Otter's fizzy orange juice.”

“I want a refund!” The elderly witch chimed in.

A tiny huff of indignation escaped Ginny. Harry was strongly reminded of the puffs of air he'd seen escape an angry dragon's nostrils on more than one occasion. “Well, I want a lifetime supply of fizzing whizzbees, a pet unicorn, and five minutes free of entitled demands, but it looks like none of us are getting what we want, are we?”

The elderly witch clutched at her chest in a great show of shock. The bearded wizard's hands curled into fists. Harry took a step forward, pushing through the crowd in a bid to reach Ginny before the situation escalated.

George got there a moment before Harry did, appearing smoothly from the crowd and clapping a jovial hand on the wizard's shoulder. “Free of charge,” he said, offering three bottles of luminous orange liquid to the man before turning to the elderly witch with a smile that Harry had previously thought was reserved for Mrs Weasley. “If you go and see Verity at the counter, she'll be happy to refund you.”

“What?” Ginny burst out as both the wizard and the witch, apparently pleased with George's offers, melted into the crowd. “A refund? It's missing half its fangs because her grandchild is more feral than the product!”

George laughed loudly; his fingers dug into Ginny's shoulder pulling her back towards the wall. Harry followed, receiving only a short nod from both of them in acknowdgement of his arrival.

They turned to glare at one another in a way that suggested this wasn't their first argument in the four hours since Ginny had taken up employment in the shop. Harry hovered a few steps away.

“Ginny, you're fired,” George said, immediately confirming Harry's suspicions.

Ginny's eyes flicked to him, but Harry remained silent. He didn't think she should be sacked, but if he said anything he'd make it worse. He knew better than to come into in the middle of a Weasley sibling argument.

“You can't be serious!” Ginny fumed. “Because of a few egregiously rude customers?”

George laughed again, a sound that only served to increase Ginny's ire, judging by her expression. “That wasn't egregiously rude… once I had a woman ask me if I wanted to explain to her child why I'd decided to ruin Christmas, because we'd sold out of aviatomobiles.”

Her arms folded and she glared at the polished wooden floor. “Well, that kid's christmas was probably already ruined by having awful human beings for parents.”

‘Thats not the point,'' George persisted. "You made Wally Dixon cry."

"Wally Dixon cries at everything." Ginny shrugged, looking up at George defiantly. "I can't be held responsible for that."

"And I can't have crying patrons fleeing my shop – its bad for business."

“Fine!” Ginny declared. “I didn't want to work here anyway!”

She didn't wait for George to respond, already taking off into the crowd, her hand brushing against Harry's as she sidled past him, presumably to rid herself of the magenta robes.

George watched her go, shaking his head as he turned his eyes upon Harry. “Is it her charming personality that you're attracted to? Or is there something else I'm not seeing?”

[randomimaginesideas]

Let me rage part 2

Summary; Finally reunited Valtor and (Y/n) can get back to conquer the magic dimension. (Y/N) gets to meet the Trix and shows why she is Valtor’s right hand. Deciding to infiltrate Alfea she meets the Winx, and becomes an important player in this battle. 

This work is also published on AO3 under my username Acourtoffanficsandfeelings, if you prefer to read it there.

Continuation of Together again, and second part of let me rage.

A/N; First, I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I was having an intense writer's block for a certain part in this chapter and didn’t really know how to continue.

It seems that to this day Valtor is still a beloved character, and this fic still gets kudos, and comments. And that motivates me to write. So even if it has taken a while I hope I’ve managed to write a chapter you’re all very happy to read, as I did my best to make it as long as possible to make it up to you guys. While writing this chapter I concluded that this part of the series will be 3 chapters instead of the original two, as I felt it would have the story flow more. 

Also because I hope this way to fetch out the character of the reader more, to give her some emotions, and struggles, while still remaining an badass amazing villain lover. And to show you some more moments between Valtor and (Y/N).

So I want to thank everybody again for sticking around,and reading this after my long absence, and if you just found the fic and this was already out when you found my fic, I hope you also enjoy everything that I’ve written so far.

Monday morning. Idle chatter could be heard filling the classroom as some of the Alfea students were waiting for their new teacher to make an appearance. A teacher who was ten minutes late. When the wooden doors started to creak, and announced the arrival of somebody the chatter slowly faded out, and silence filled the room.  “Sorry class, I know I’m late, but as I’m sure some of you would agree with me, this school can be quite a maze.” The students, including the famous Winx, watched as the new teacher made her way towards the desk, and placed her bag on it before turning around to face her students. “Hello class, I’m Professor Whiteshade, and I am your new teacher specialized in Enchantix.”

While she was introducing herself (Y/N) could feel the eyes of the students observing her. They took in the white floor length dress that she wore, with the black belt across her waist. She could feel their eyes looking at her blond hair that was so pale it almost looked white when the lights hit it in a certain spot. It had been pulled into an intricate bun to keep the hair out of her face. (Y/N) didn't like the look she had currently on, but there have been worse faces she had turned into.

One of the students raised her hand, gaining (Y/N)’s attention who smiled at her. “Yes,-” She glanced down at one of the papers on her desk, pretending not to have seen Bloom before. Valtor had shown her some of the winx in his scrying orb and explained the most important facts she needed to know: like the fact that Bloom was the fairy of the dragon flame. “Bloom, is it?” The red head nodded, before asking her question. “Not to be rude professor, but why are we now suddenly getting this extra class in our curriculum?” 

“Not rude at all, and an understandable question at that. I understand you’re not looking forward to more homework, so I will try to keep it at a minimum. As you all are well aware there is a new threat trying to conquer the magic dimension.” (Y/N) voice got serious as she looked across the room, seeing multiple defeated faces of the fairies who’s home had been affected by Valtor. A good person would have felt bad when she looked at those faces, but (Y/N) knew that sometimes things had to be destroyed for a new world to rise again. A world in which she and Valtor ruled the magic dimension.

“Headmistress Feragonda has asked me to come to Alfea, and teach and guide you students as you learn more about Enchantix in these troubling times. From the information I’ve gotten, two of you have already received your Enchantix.” (Y/N)’s eyes found those of Aisha and Stella, whom she gave a reassuring smile. “You should be proud of yourselves for earning your Enchantix, despite how grave the situation was in which you’ve gotten them.” (Y/N) focused on the class again. Aisha’s and Stella’s expression grew dark as (Y/N) could see the memories of those moments come back to the girls.

“Enchantix isn’t easily gained, it requires great sacrifice. I know of fairies who’ve nearly died in their efforts to earn their Enchantix. And sometimes you need to sacrifice your own happiness and choose to do what’s right because not everything that makes you happy is right.”

~~~

“Are you sure this is the only way?” (Y/n) asked as she looked at the beaten and locked up form of professor Whiteshade, who was currently lying unconscious on the floor. “You know that there is nobody I trust more with this than you.” (Y/N) felt Valtor place his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her. The two of them were standing in front of Whiteshade’s cell, which was located one floor above Griffins, where Valtor had told her his plan regarding Alfea. “We need to have an inside source, and find the hall of enchantment. They will notice if I or the Trix slip by but they won’t notice you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, knowing he was right, but not really agreeing with the plan.

“I’ve only just returned to you, and you wish to have me leave again.” She muttered, feeling rejected. Valtor quickly turned her around, guiding her by her shoulders. One of his hands grabbed her chin gently between two fingers, and tilted her head up. “That is a cruel thing to say, for you know that is not my intention. I’ve missed you with all my heart, and I dislike this plan as much as you do, but there is nobody I trust more with this than you. And the sooner this is over with, the sooner you can return to me.” Valtor said as he looked into her eyes, and pressed a brief kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. 

A sigh left her lips afterwards as she enjoyed the closeness between them for a moment, knowing that she would have to part from it again so soon, and then she relented. “Alright, I’ll do it.” Valtor smiled at her as he slowly released her from his hold. (Y/N) turned to look at the real professor Whiteshade again, as she whispered a spell, closing her eyes. As soon as the spell had crossed her lips the shadows around them in the room seemed to twist and turn as they started to glide across her body. Through the glimpses of shadow Valtor could see her clothing change from the black dress she wore to a red sundress. Her (Y/H/C) turned into the lightest of blondes. And when the shadows moved away, and (Y/N) opened her eyes, even her eye color had changed. 

She looked almost identical to the professor Whiteshade in the cell, only the trained eye would spot the differences. A mole that wasn’t there where it usually was, a scar that wasn’t there, perhaps a bit more weight on the arms or legs.  (Y/N) had always been able to manipulate the shadows, to make things seem different from what actually, but only small things like books, trinkets or furniture. But during her years with Valtor he had taught her to think bigger, to practice her spells, and now she was almost able to place the spell on almost anything. For everything in the shadows is not what it seems.

~~~

It had been two weeks since (Y/N) had arrived at Alfea and she was annoyed. She knew she was doing important work for Valtor, passing along information from the room of enhancement to Valtor, but those types of things took time. It turned out that Alfea had finally invested in a librarian who took her work seriously. Although it wasn’t difficult for (Y/N) to charm Barbatea, and learn all about the library. But it also meant that Barbatea  knew every nook and cranny, and would know it if things disappeared. So (Y/N) was forced to make copies of some of the lesser important spells, and tried to find substitutes for the more important books and scrolls. (Y/N) was particularly proud of the erotic romance novel she had managed to look like an ancient spell book. Now she just hoped that nobody would open the book. 

After spending seventeen years as a statue, her powers were still on the weaker side. Each week she felt her power grow, and Valtor had helped her by sharing his power. But from the moment she had woken up she had used her magic continuously. Pretending to be Griffin when anybody would try to contact her to keep up the appearance that Cloud Tower was still standing. Or that one time they had intercepted a call from Feragonda to King Radius to ask how things were regarding the fountain, and King Radius had replied that; everything was quiet but they would keep an eye out for anything strange and notify her when they did. And now, (Y/N) had to continue to keep up the appearance as professor Whiteshade, and keep the illusions of the books going even if she wasn’t anywhere near them.

And on top of all that she had to actually teach the students something about Enchantix. The first couple of days (Y/N) had mostly placed the focus on introductions in the class, and to Enchanctix, telling what she knew of Enchantix, but she was running out of information. So one day she had made a parkour course for her Enchantix students, before letting them race the others. To make the students see how much stronger they would become if they earned Enchantix, and why it came with such a heavy price.

But the thing that kept (Y/N) going was the fact that she knew Valtor was growing stronger every time she sent him something through the shadows. And Valtor also seemed to know when to say something to her, even when he couldn’t speak with her.

~~~

It was dark in the library, most of the Alfea students were in bed, as were most of its teachers. Barbatea had just wished (Y/N) goodnight, after (Y/N) had promised the librarian she would lock up behind her, but just wanted to research one more thing before her class tomorrow. (Y/N) had turned off the lights, preferring the light from the moon shining through the windows. (Y/N) always waited half an hour after everybody had left to make sure that Barbatea wouldn’t just reappear. 

When the half hour had passed (Y/N) slowly rose from the chair she had been vacating, and she closed the book she had been reading. From her bag, which was filled with her students' homework to keep up appearances, she grabbed a gardening book that she had taken from the greenhouse earlier today. After placing it on the table right next to the one she had been reading previously, she placed her hands on top of the books, one on each. (Y/N) closed her eyes, and tried to focus. “Mirror image.” She whispered as she felt her magic move beneath her hands. The headache that had been slowly growing bigger these past week, grew stronger with the new spell she casted. 

When (Y/N) opened her eyes she let out a sigh of frustration. It almost looked like the spell had only taken half effect. The title of the spellbook had been transferred to the gardening book, but the flowery cover could still be seen underneath.

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at the ceiling as she took another deep breath, trying to soothe the headache, and focus on the shadows she was already controlling. Her image of professor Whiteshade, and covers of around fifteen books she was trying to keep up, while focusing on creating a new one. If she focused, she could feel the shadow connecting the books together, although weak as it was, it was there. (Y/N) tried to imagine Valtor standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, placing a kiss on her lips as she had her head tilted backwards. And his words he had whispered to her long ago that fateful day; that she was strong, that she was capable of anything, as long as she remained by his side. 

“I miss you.” (Y/N) confessed to the quiet library, with only the moonlight and the shadows as her company. It had been two weeks of no contact with either Valtor or the Trix. And after only a week with Valtor,before she had gone to Alfea, after being stuck in stone for seventeen years felt like a short time to be together again. But (Y/N) also knew that they would have all the time in the world together once Valtor and her conquer the magic dimension. 

Thinking with their end goal in mind (Y/N) returned her attention back to her task at hand. “Mirror image.” She said again, and this time when she opened her eyes, she had two identical books. Or at least when you didn’t look too closely. Perhaps a tear wasn’t in the place it always was, and maybe the letter R was a different font but didn’t look out of place at first glance. 

(Y/N) stood up and placed the duplicate copy back in the place it belonged, before grabbing the original and walking to a shadowed corner of the library, a place where the moonlight didn’t reach. (Y/N) squatted down and waved her hand, the shadows twisting underneath into a calm whirlpool of shadows. She imagined Cloud Tower, more specially Valtor’s desk, next to the scrying orb as she pushed the book into the shadows, and dropped it. 

(Y/N) stood back up again, and went to turn around when she heard a small thunk, and something hitting her ankle. The shadows had gone quiet again, no longer moving as their mistress had no longer any use of them. But that wasn’t what caught (Y/N)’s attention, for she had expected them to be quiet. No, on the ground near her ankle she saw a small circle with something sticking out of it. 

After picking it up, (Y/N) made her way towards the window. In the moonlight she saw she was holding onto a ring with a small note attached to it. Before (Y/N) studied the ring she opened up the note. It was a small letter, one that would sometimes have been tied to the foot of a bird. The only message on it was; As promised. Two days.

(Y/N) turned her attention towards the ring. It was a ring that was on the wider side. The first thing that caught her attention was how blue it was. When she looked closer she recognized the blue to be some type of coral, from andros more specifically. The whole inside of the ring was made of polished blue coral, the sides inlaid with gold to give it a more delicate effect. A smile came on (Y/N)’s face as she brought the ring to her chest and held it there for a moment. 

Seventeen years ago Valtor had promised her all the jewelry her heart desired when they were rulers of the magic dimension. (Y/N) had mentioned how her sister had gotten a ring from Andros, which had used coral instead of diamonds, and how she had always wanted a ring like that. And how some corals from Andros were worth more than some of the most expensive diamonds. So that was why her sister only had one small part of her ring infused with the coral. In response Valtor had promised she would have the most beautiful ring of Andros one day, even prettier than her sisters. 

(Y/N) remembered how Aisha hadn’t been in class today as there was another attack on Andros. Seemed like Valtor had remembered his promise. With a smile (Y/N) placed the ring around her, or rather professor Whiteshade’s, finger. She tore up the paper and threw it in the trash, making sure nobody would be able to read it, and even then it couldn’t be traced back to her. With renewed strength (Y/N) made her way out of the library, and towards her bedroom.

~~~

That had been two days ago. It was now Saturday, and everybody, teachers and students, were free to do as they pleased today. But (Y/N) had been on edge the whole day, just waiting for something to happen. She kept herself busy by making sure all her shadows were still where she needed them to be, and keeping her head ache to a minimum. But she did all that from the solitude of her bedroom. (Y/N) was in the habit of keeping her curtains almost closed, not a fan of the burning daylight. 

Her attention was pulled when the small streak of light that came from the crack in between the curtains turned dark. Opening her curtains she could see storm clouds gathering above Alfea as it started to rain. If (Y/N) hadn’t suspected something was amiss, the fact that the magic barrier was going up was a definite sign.

Relief and excitement coursed through (Y/N)’s body. Relief that her stay in Alfea would finally be over, and excitement to know the future that will be waiting for them. (Y/N) stepped out of her room and ran into professor Palladium and professor Wizgiz who had also been residing in their chambers. The tree of them ran up towards one of the rooftops, knowing that Faragonda had gone there to activate the barrier. “Miss Faragonda!” Professor Palladium called out to her, gaining her attention.

“Brace yourself. The lighting is bewitched, and clearly the work of Valtor.” Faragonda warned them as she turned to look back in the sky. Up in the storm clouds the mark of Valtor had appeared, whenever the lighting struck it grew brighter. Faragonda turned her attention back to the professors at her side. “Keep your eyes open, be prepared,-” “Look, he’s using the witches from Cloud Tower.” Professor Wizgiz said, pointing towards the storm cloud. Professor Wizgiz was right. From the storm clouds, they’re hands outstretched came the lighting that had previously been in the clouds. The lighting struck the magical barrier, and with Valtor controlling them the magic of the witches was a lot stronger than they’d normally had, making the barrier fall apart.

Faragonda turned back around to face her colleagues. “Alright, get the girls. They’ll need our help, and we’ll need theirs.” Faragonda said with confidence before she was hit with lighting from behind. Luckily with everything going on it just seemed like professor Whiteshade stepped away from the blast to protect herself, and certainly not because she didn’t feel the need to catch the headmistress. (Y/N) had to give credit where credit was due, and Faragonda quickly got back up again. “Alright, you two,-” Faragonda looked in the direction of the professor's Palladium and Wizgiz. “Gather all the fairies and prepare for battle.” The two professors ran off as the barrier fully broke, and tiny glittering pieces fell down the sky. 

Then Faragonda looked professor Whiteshade in the eyes. “Go to the library and don’t let any of the information get into the wrong hands.” (Y/N) turned to walk towards the library when she heard Faragonda call out her lover’s name, which made her stop in her tracks. Faragonda was way too focused on Valtor who came down from the sky to notice that she had stopped.

Valtor landed with two feet on the ground, arms folded together in front of his chest. “We meet again, Faragonda, it has been a while.” Valtor smiled as he tilted his head slightly sideways, almost as if he pitied the woman standing in front of him. “You’ve grown old.” He added chuckling. For the briefest of moments (Y/N) saw his eyes go over Faragonda’s shoulder in her direction, before returning towards the furious headmistress.

“You’ve bewitched the girls from Cloud Tower.” She accused before throwing a spell at him in her anger. Valtor managed to easily catch the spell with his hand, before throwing it back in Faragonda’s direction, which managed to hit her in the chest. Faragonda flew backwards towards the edge of the roof, hitting the brick wall. She landed close to (Y/N), who was now calmly inspecting the spectacle. Now that Faragonda could see that professor Whiteshade had remained standing, (Y/N) could see the clogs in her head turning. “I’ve always been known to be rather persuasive.” Valtor said, walking closer towards them as (Y/N) slowly started to make his way towards him. “No, no!” Faragonda muttered, almost shocked, as realization slowly started to dawn on her.  “Or should I say, we are very persuasive.” 

“I suppose we are.” (Y/N) chuckled, as she let herself drop the image of professor Whiteshade for a moment. With each blink of Faragonda’s eyes a different person was standing next to Valtor. One moment in her place stood the professor, then Griffin, and then King Radius , and with the next blink shadows circled around the woman standing next to Valtor, revealing the woman lying behind the shadows, beneath all the false faces she created. A smile on her lips that Faragonda knew all too well from many years ago, then the professor was back in place but the smile still remained. “Well, as fun as this little reunion is, I was under strict orders to make sure the information in the library would not fall under the wrong hands.” (Y/N) told Valtor, who matched the smile on her face. 

“Well then, you better get going. Faragonda and I have a lot of catching up to do anyway.” 

[robin374]

hello! I wanted to request some headcanons for the mercs (if yo don't wanna write for the nine of them it could be only heavy, medic, pyro & sniper)

So, I don't know if you've seen Gnomeo & Juliet? If you haven't, in the first movie there's a beautiful scene when they both met without knowing they're from the different colour and the iconic song with it is "hello hello" with lady gaga and Elton John.

SO, I made this introduction to request the (RED mercs) meeting the reader (fem, if possible) without knowing she's from the BLU team, and basically with the trope "love at first sight" and how it continues is really up to you!!

Sorry for bothering and thank you in advance, ♡♡

Love at first sight

Characters: Heavy, Pyro & Sniper

Notes: Romantic and lots of fluff. Edit: I FORGOT MEDIC SORRY

It's funny because the first time you saw eachother was at a forest fire. Suprisingly they didn't start it. They were having a walk around and saw a blinding light, it had a lot of different colours and there were bubbles everywhere.

Seeing that it was a entertaining scenery to see, they decided to get a closer look to the 'party'. For him, people around were laughing and dancing, they joined happily to the dances.

However, in reality, people were running away from the fire and coughing and crying. Strange, right?

You got caught between two logs of burnt trees. You were already accpeting your destiny when they appeared laughing while looking at you. You frowned, were they laughing at you? Or were they just happy to see that you were alive?

None of that, they were just laughing because in his pyrovision, you were caught against your will by an evil dragon. They were the knight that could save, this was their moment to prove you that they were worthy of your hand.

They easily took the logs out and took you bridal style out of the fire. You were so confused and felt so much pain that you didn't have any choice that to let them do whatever they were thinking about. They saved you live after all.

The next time you saw each other was in the battlefield, and instead of burning you to bits, they hugged you and 'saved' you from your own teammates. Now, everytime you see them in battlefield they keep scolding you for hanging out with such dangerous people. You should be more careful!

This happened on the only day that he decided to go out to town. He never leaves the base, only for important missions that Miss Pauling gives him. However, he decided to take a look at the town's library. He had been wanting to read something these days, but he didn't find time for it. Now that it was ceasefire day, he decided to go and see if there was something interesting.

You, on the other hand, went to the library to see if they had finally brought the book you have been wanting for weeks. You always asked the librarian but he was an old grumpy and mean man. You still think that he should adopt a cat or something, that would definitely make him happier.

You walked straight to the aisle where the book should be. Then, you saw it. Finally! You could read one of Dostoyevsky's books. However, the moment you reached out for the book, another hand went to take it too. It much bigger than yours, almost biger than the book. You looked at the man that was next to you. You two didn't say anything, until he talked. He asked you if you enjoyed Russian literature, you answered him a smile, and tld him that you had been wanting to read some of the recommended books.

"Shh!" The old man interrumpted the conversation that you two were having, Heavy guided you out of the library and told you that he would let you some of his books. He never let anyone his books, mostly Medic, but it was because they shared their books. He felt something warm in his cold little heart, the same feeling he felt whenever he was with his gun Sasha.

The next time you saw each other in battlefield. You had been launched up to the sky by Pyro and now you were falling in high speed towards him. He wasn't aware of that though, he was too occupied eating a sandwich to recover from a fight with the enemy Demoman. You screamed you were going to take advantage of the force you were having thanks to gravity and strike his head with your melee weapon. He finally noticed this and took a step to the side making you fall face first to the floor. After the dust cloud dissapeared, he took you from the ankle and lifted you. "Hi..." You innocently smiled while shaking you hand. "You read Heavy's book?" He asked you, still not processing that you were an enemy. You nodded, and made a comment about the book. Then, he took out his shotgun and threatened you with it. "There's one of you teammates near us, just play along."

Now the two of you have a sandwich break every battlefield.

He doesn't usually talk to strangers that are suspiciously in the road. But the moment he saw you with your mountain bike broken he didn't think much about it.

"You okay?" He asked you while he lowered the window. You looked at him, a man in a van. He surely wasn't dangerous, right? "Yes... My bike broke when I was returning home... Shit-ass bike..." You murmured. He laughed and got out of his van. "Let me help you." He said while taking the bike, it sure was broken. The wheel was punctured and the breaks were torn out. He put the bike inside the van and drove you to your home, which casually was near Teufort.

He nervously offered to accompany you to the bike workshop. The thing is that he didn't know that you had your own little workshop in your home. So, as a thank you you invited him to a cafe.

The next time you saw him was when you were returning from a mission that Miss Pauling gave you. You were still in your BLU uniform and was entering you base, until someone shoot you next to you foot, you looked up to see where it came from. Someone whistled and you saw Sniper in the RED base's roof. He left his rifle to the side and greeted you with his hand. You greeted him back and made a mental note to give him a visit next battle.

[sweetspidergirl]

A Tangled Web (Spider HRT Story)

Chapter 2:

My car pulled up to an empty parking space in front of the local recreation center. The grey, nondescript building was something I really only glimpsed at when passing by during my commute to work, back before I started working from home and started living like a recluse. Maybe if I had gotten myself a membership there I wouldn't have spent most of my adult life wallowing in my own regret and self-hatred, and wouldn't have needed to change my species.

Therian Support Group, Every other Monday at 6 PM! Snacks and drinks provided! Temp. is 72°F/22°C! Those questioning are also welcome!

The flyer sitting beside me in the passenger seat read the same information it had when I first received it last year, complete with the same image of a black dragon therian giving a thumbs up in approval. I had been putting off going to the support group for a good two weeks since my appointment with Dr. Erian. Part of it was because of the holiday season and assuming no one would be there during that time, but the bigger reason behind my reluctance was the fear of what everyone there would think of me. I had no knowledge on therian culture apart from the occasional news article and gossip Elisa told me from her clients. At best, I would come off as a clueless moron. At worst, a bigot.

With the turn of the new year, I decided to swallow my fears and actually work on improving myself. I could've easily just taken the pills and continued my antisocial life. However, I would still be in the same position I was prior to my change, just in a new body. I was going to prove to the doctor that I truly deserve to be a spider, and that started by becoming part of the therian community.

I had only just gotten my first dosage three days earlier. For how much spider HRT was supposed to change my body, it was a bit surprising that all I got was a month's supply of circular white pills in a standard translucent orange bottle, with the only instructions given to take one pill a day. Not helping matters was the lack of any substantial changes to my body. Sure, I was on HRT for less than a week, but I figured there would be something. Enough to at least start feeling like I was becoming a spider.

After enough procrastinating, I stepped out of the car and entered the lobby of the rec center. Almost immediately upon entering, I noticed sheets of paper taped to what felt like any surface they could be taped to, with giant red arrows pointing to what I assumed was the gymnasium. Already, I debated turning around and heading home. Maybe I should just come back when I've done more research on therians, or at least when I look more like a spider and less like a human. My car's right there, after all. I just have to go back the way I came and-

“You here for the meeting too?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin at those words. I turned around frantically, getting a good look at the person behind me. She looked to be around my age, maybe a bit younger. She too had brown hair and blue eyes, though the former was done up in one long ponytail instead of carelessly cascading past the shoulders. The red, long-sleeved shirt and black pants looked a lot like the casual garb I would throw on for social situations, like what I was wearing right now. If it weren't for the more laid-back, confident aura she exuded, I would've assumed I was looking in the mirror.

“Hey, you okay? I'm not that scary, honest.” The woman spoke again, confused and possibly a little concerned at my behavior. I tried my best to reset my mind, focusing on her words.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that. This is my first time here and I didn't wanna get lost.” I answered finally.

“Yeah… I imagine it's really easy to get lost with all those arrow signs. Name's Echo, by the way.” Echo responded. She may dress similarly to me, but our personalities couldn't have been farther apart. “Anyway, the meeting's about to start soon. We should go inside.”

With that, Echo ushered me through the double doors into the gymnasium. Any chance of turning back was gone now. Swallowing the newly-formed lump of anxiety in my throat, I made my way towards the ring of plastic folding chairs set up in the middle of the empty basketball court, sitting next to the only person there that I was vaguely familiar with. Nearby was a cooler filled with ice and various beverages and a small folding table with small bags of chips and other snacks set up on it. As I sat down, I noticed that there were a few different therians already seated and talking with each other. They looked much further along in their transition than I was, more clearly resembling a rabbit, cat, and mouse respectively. I should have introduced myself to them, but my stupid anxiety got the better of me once again. I just quietly accepted the bottle of water Echo offered me and waited to be done so I could return to the safe familiarity of my apartment.

“Alright. It looks like everyone's here.” A different therian spoke up as approached us. She was a dog therian with brown eyes and primarily brown and white fur. Fluffy brown hair topped her head, almost blending in with the fur. I assumed she was a Border Collie. She had on a nice blue dress that added an air of professionalism that wasn't too overwhelming.

“Welcome to the therian support group. My name’s Domino. I've been on dog HRT for three years at this point. I hope you all had a good holiday season.” The dog therian, Domino, said as she took a seat at one of the empty chairs. “I see we've got a few new faces here, so I think it'll be a good idea for everyone to introduce themselves to the group so we can get to know each other. Oh, Echo, would you mind starting us off to maybe make things less tense for the newcomers?”

“You make it sound like we're in rehab, but alright.” Echo replied before standing up. “You all probably already know this, but I'm Echo. I helped Domino set up this group, and I've been on dragon HRT for… probably a week at this point?”

“Oh, congratulations Echo! I was wondering when you were going to get started.” Domino exclaimed happily. She and the rest of us clapped as Echo took her seat once again. In hindsight, I should've expected Echo to be on humanity removal therapy too, but I assumed she was just an ally. She didn't show any signs of being on HRT that I could notice. No scales or horns or sharp claws or anything. Maybe she was hiding them under her clothes, but I wasn't going to investigate.

The rest of the group introduced themselves one after the other, talking about how long they were on their respective HRTs and answering some questions that were brought up. I stayed quiet and listened on as I drank from my bottle of water. Given how small of a group we were, it didn't take long until I was the only one who hadn't introduced themself to the group. All eyes were officially on me.

“Do I, um… do I have to?” I asked quietly.

“I mean, I suppose no one's forcing you.” Domino answered. “If you don't feel comfortable then I suppose you don't have-”

“Come on… you can't have seriously gone all this way to just sit here and listen.” Echo interrupted. “If you were strong enough to come here, surely you could manage a couple words. We're all therians here, after all.”

I looked at all the expectant faces around me, waiting in anticipation for my response. I could hear the pounding of my heart through the quiet stillness of the gymnasium. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't leave, nor could I curl up in fear and hope everyone would leave me alone. With a few deep breaths, I began to speak.

“My name is Taylor Thompson. I have been on Spider HRT for a few days, and… I'm not sure what else I can say here. I'm not really too familiar with therians, and, yeah…”

It took what felt like forever before anyone spoke up. In my mind, I felt like I had somehow screwed up, that I had made a fool of myself. I was about ready to grab my belongings and head home before Domino spoke up.

“Well, we're happy to have you in our little community.” Domino said with a supportive smile. “And we'll be happy to answer any questions you might have about therians.”

Echo nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and if anyone gives you a hard time, just let me know and I'll give them at least one black eye.”

“Let's maybe not go that far, Echo.” Domino responded.

I started to tear up at the positive affirmation given by Domino, Echo, and the other therians in attendance. Their kind words of approval were what I needed after weeks of uncertainty regarding transitioning. I didn't really speak much more over the course of the meeting, but I was feeling more comfortable there. I even managed to ask for Domino and Echo's phone numbers at the end of the meeting so I could keep in touch with them, something I never imagined doing prior to coming out of my shell. Maybe Dr. Erian had a point about going out and making friends.

Once I got home to my apartment, I flopped backwards onto my messy bed and pulled out my phone. I saw several messages from Elisa, asking me how the meeting went. With a smile, I started texting back, telling her all about my wonderful experience.

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[mlmxreader]

A Red Dragon Made of Blue Ice | Kuai Liang x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ "It's not much but... I need you to know I love you to the point of creation with Kuai Liang please re read ice snake and really these prompt make me think of it

But whatever you feel like if you want to do it :) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Kuai Liang does his best to do right by you as much as he can

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Kuai Liang grumbled as he looked at the small and broken sculpture in his hands; he had made it himself, trying for hours on end to no avail, trying to get every single scale and every single knock and notch just right.

It wasn't going right in the slightest, and he hated the thought of giving you something that didn't perfectly explain just how he felt; how his heart fluttered and swelled when he saw you smile.

How his lips tugged into a grin every time you waved at him as you passed him by on the grounds. He wanted it to show just how much he loved you; how he thought of you constantly whenever you weren't around, how he missed the feeling of warm sheets next to him when you got up in the mornings.

He needed to show you just how much he adored you; he knew he was far from the best of partners, but he was trying. Kuai Liang had an entire clan to lead, people to train - although you had taken up the maintenance side of the buildings and gardens after moving in, as it kept you busy.

He never thought he had time for love. Romance was never something afforded to the Grandmaster.

Yet Kuai Liang still stumbled on you, he had found the one person who was able to crush the icy walls he hid himself behind; romance and love were hard to come by, but you had changed everything. Kuai Liang knew that he could never be a perfect significant other, but he did genuinely love you, and he wanted to show you.

He knew that he could not write, and he could not draw, but his talent with ice was far beyond compare; with deft and sure fingers, he could conjour the ice easily and attempt to shape it as best as he could.

A great red dragon carved from thick blue ice. Four thick legs adorned with sharp claws; two large and expansive wings made of dense scales. Sharp spines along its neck and back, and a triangular tipped tail and tongue.

A powerful, extraordinary beast that Kuai Liang could not help but compare you to; a powerful, intelligent, brave beast. Yet stunning and brilliant to gaze upon.

He hummed as he worked on it yet again, slowly starting to lose his temper with what he was doing despite his overwhelming patience; when he felt a hand upon his shoulder, he almost flinched, very nearly dropping the sculpture in his hands as he let out a hitched breath.

"Oh," he breathed out, looking up with a smile. "It's only you."

You nodded as you sat down beside him, your hand gently coming to sit on his shoulder as you tilted your head to the side, looking at what was in his hands. You hummed under your breath, nodding curtly. "What's this?"

Kuai Liang shrugged, feeling completely hopeless as his shoulders slumped and he frowned. "I wanted to make you something, but I can't get it right."

"May I?" You asked softly, and when he handed it to you, you couldn’t help but to grin. Tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as your lip quivered, breath caught in your throat for a second. "It's beautiful..."

"I know..." he shook his head. "Look, my love, it's not much but... I need you to know I love you to the point of creation and I... I am truly sorry for not being there for you as often as I should."

You shook your head, gently raking your fingers over the great spines along the back and neck as you laughed softly, sniffling. "Oh, Kuai Liang, for a smart guy you're really stupid, aren't you?"

He furrowed his brows tightly, scratching at his scruffy jaw. "Beg pardon?"

"It's gorgeous," you started, "look at the detailing on the wings, and and the scale pattern is a perfect ratio, I mean, you even got the stomach scales down perfectly! You say it's not much, but it's more than anyone has ever done for me before. It's gorgeous."

All tension and hopelessness and anxiety dropped from Kuai Liang as he let out a long and drawn out breath, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you so fondly, nearly laughing. "You really like it?"

"I adore it," you told him. "Thank you. You didn't have to, but-"

"I wanted to," he corrected with a shake of his head. "And I... I will happily make more, if you like it."

"Would you?"

He nodded. "I would make a thousand for you... a thousand little dragons, all for you."

"I wouldn't ask you to," you whispered. "I wouldn't want you to feel used."

Kuai Liang shook his head, gently pressing his forehead against your temple for a moment before giving it a soft kiss. "I would want to, though. Romance is... it's new to me, you know that. I want to do everything I can to show you just how much I love you, at all times. I know you do it for me, I've seen the red camellia flowers you plant in the gardens."

"You really noticed?" You asked, almost flustered that he ever would.

With a nod, he laughed softly. "They're my favourite, of course I noticed them... planted right next to the yellow daffodils."

You shrugged, gently nudging him. "I couldn't resist, but... I'm glad you noticed."

"I love you," he told you seriously, waiting for you to gently put down the little dragon before he tugged you close, holding your face in his gentle but calloused hands. "I really do love you."

"I know," you murmured, taking his face in your hands and trying not to laugh at how his scruff tickled your palms. "I love you, too... if you have some time free... do you wanna go listen to Cherry Pie by Warrant?"

"I love that album."

"I know," you grinned. "That's why I'm suggesting it."

He nodded, licking his lips as he hummed. "Lead the way, my darling."

[genork-the-fandork]

Not-So-Standard Procedure

Word Count: 620 Prompt: Cuddling/Nightmare A/N: I haven't written a lot for Fairy Tail, or really anything that anybody can find, but I just had to participate in NaLu week. NaLu was my first major romantic ship that I supported (that wasn't Digimon-related), and they hold a special place in my heart. I can always smile when I see or read NaLu content, and so I wanted to show them my appreciation, even if, at times, I accidentally get OOC. ;w; In any case, for most of the days, I plan to incorporate both prompts as much as I can, though at least one day I'm only capable of (1). Hence the red circle! This prompt I had a cute idea of having Happy prompt the cuddling, and so I ran with it! Thank you for reading, if you do! @thenaluarchive @allaboutnalu

By now, Lucy should have been used to the sounds of someone breaking into her apartment in the middle of the night. It was such a regular occurrence, her sleeping pattern surely had changed over the years to accommodate the frequent intrusions. Still, she was tired, and her eyelids were heavy as she tried to open them. Her limbs felt like they were moving through molasses as she pulled them into a sitting position, her hand fumbling for her keys, holding fast to Virgo's.

Her footsteps were light as she crept along the wall to find the light switch. She closed her eyes as the light turned on, holding her key in front of her at the ready. When she opened her eyes, the expected sight was waiting for her on the armchair.

Well. Sort of.

Yes, it was Natsu and Happy, as expected. But Happy was crying and curled around Natsu's shoulder. The Dragon Slayer had one of those rare soft looks about him as he comforted his Exceed companion. Lucy lost all will to yell at them seeing them like that. Partially because she knew Happy would say something obscene, and partially because she wanted to preserve this moment, at least for a little bit, in her memory. Her heart was having a hard time staying in her chest looking at Natsu like this.

"What's wrong?" she said gently, perching on the armrest.

Almost like there was something magnetic between them, Natsu angled toward her, leaning subtly into her arm. She tried to will away the flush rising up her neck, knowing he probably wouldn't notice even if he looked at her. Which he didn't as he explained, "Happy had a nightmare."

"Oh, Happy, I'm so sorry." Lucy reached behind Natsu's head and lightly stroked the fur between Happy's ears, the best she could do in their current position.

A sniffle. "C-Can we stay here with you, Lucy?" Happy warbled, lifting his head to implore her.

As if she was going to say no. Just as she opened her mouth to say yes, Natsu finally looked up at her, his own eyes pleading, if a little apologetic. The corner of his mouth was quirked up, an exasperated expression of "what can you do?" that she hadn't seen before. Seeing that look on his face made her chest constrict, and she swallowed before smiling. "Of course, Happy."

Lucy went to shut the light off as Natsu carried Happy to her bed. It was standard procedure of course that they would end up stealing her bed, but it was becoming standard procedure, too, to let them steal it. At some point she'd stopped fighting it, though she couldn't pinpoint when precisely this change had started.

She set her keys down on the table and sat down on the bed. In the dark, she could sense Natsu against the wall, by the window. Happy was in the center, his tail tucked around him. When Lucy slipped under the covers to join them, the warmth from them both hit her like a brick. But a nice brick. A nice, fluffy brick. Wow, she was tired.

Rolling onto her side, she blinked through the dark at Natsu, whose attention was riveted to Happy. If she was someone else, she would have pointed out how this almost looked like they were comforting their child, but just the thought of saying something like that to him filled her with embarrassment.

"Thank you, Lucy," Natsu whispered in the darkness.

After all this time, Lucy didn't need the lights on to find his hand and hold it. "Always."

They three fell asleep, with Lucy and Natsu angling toward each other until their foreheads met perfectly above Happy.

[nevertheless-moving]

been catching snatches of your stormlight posting. never enough to actually understand anything. should i read it

I really liked it! However it was on my reading list for many years before I finally was in the right headspace to dive in. It's a lot.

The Stormlight Archive consists of four fairly long high fantasy novels and two tie in novellas. It takes place on an alternate fantasy world called Roshar, which is part of a larger fantasy universe called the Cosmere. If you like high fantasy epics, or if you're interested in giving them a shot, then yes, definitely try out the Cosmere!

High fantasy, as I define it — sorry if you know this already anon also sorry if my definition differs from other's reading this — is...bigger than life. High fantasy is two main things. First, the setting— magic creatures and fantastical architecture and folks with super cool magic powers. Second, High Fantasy is the way people behave, which verges into Mythology and Fairy Tale. I'll explain.

Don't get me wrong, when well written, and Cosmere is very well written, the people still feel real. I mean the glowing guys wearing vaguely renaissance faire clothing who are fighting the giant rock monsters still have complex relationships with their fathers. But it's also an idealization — people saying the right words at the right time, people being their noblest version of themselves. Read and/or Watch the Lord of The Rings and take notes on Aragorn's speech at the Black Gate. It's the fantasy of people at their best, noble in all the ways we want the word to mean.

Low fantasy, by contrast, is a bit more grounded, both in the setting and the people. The places in low fantasy look more like your day to day on earth — dive bars with bouncers and crude jokes on bathroom doors. The dive bar bouncer in low fantasy is just a massive rock troll and the graffiti has penises of many different fantasy races. The people are a bit more like some guy you know. It can still be a good some guy you know. Just if they have to fight a nightmare monster they're probably ugly crying and maybe peeing themselves a little. People can still be good and bad, they just maybe have a bit less polish.

There's obviously lots of grey area — Game of Thrones has a lot of high fantasy setting elements, being a vaugely mideval europe pastiche with dragons, but the way it focuses on brothels and people trudging through mud is a bit more low, the reality of a world without indoor plumbing, as opposed to the dream of a world without cellphones. It has epic speeches and larger than life figures, but they get bogged down by stuff like taxes and dehydration, which high fantasy doesn't generally linger on. I'd argue some of the worst behavior fits right in with high fantasy — the red wedding is just a much graphic version than we're used to of the ol' scheming advisor trope, but still fits into the archetypes. Anyway.

Discworld by Terry Pratchett is an excellent low fantasy series, and if you're looking for a fantasy book recommendation and haven't read/watched/ didn't really enjoy lord of the rings, or if you did and want to read my favorite series, then read these 100%. If you've read them already — nice.

(I think having some more familiar touchstones makes fantasy novels more enjoyable for folks who aren't into their recreational reading being Very Unlike real life . Discworld is incredibly funny, while also being full of heart. The turns of phrase are adult without being crazy dense. I'm not a personally big grimdark person; I prefer my stories with a core belief that people who are good deep down, which is at the heart of Pratchett's writing. I laughed, I cried. I recommend Guards, Guards as a first book but you can start lots of places.)

To get back a little closer to your initial question — I started reading the Cosmere with Mistborn, which consists of three novels, a several hundred year time gap, and then four more, slightly shorter but still pretty long novels. It takes place on a completely different world from Stormlight. The planets are only tentatively connected, but there the very solid promise that they will interact a lot more soon.

By soon I mean in the next decade as far as book publishing goes, because the author, Brandon Sanderson, is a madman. And by madman I mean he fucking writes like a machine. I checked his website and he posts things like "23% percent through my next book." "45% through" "82% through" who writes like that??? He's also a massive prude, which is hilarious. I love him in a non parasocial way. He's got the next 20 years of book releases mapped out. Whom the fuck??

Anyway if you like high fantasy epics, or want to try one, then yes, definitely try out the Cosmere! It's funny, I've always had a hard time listening to audiobooks, but either things clicked in my head or the narrators, Michael Kremer and Kate Reading, are just that good.

I...actually liked Mistborn more than Stormlight. The first Stormlight book I found a little hard to get through at the start, because the main characters seriously go through it, but I had trust in the author at that point and things DID get better. Mistborn hooked me start to finish and every plot twist felt perfectly executed in a way that Stormlight didn't completely nail for me. I mean, Stormlight Archive is still a great series, with compelling characters and well structured romances and interesting world building and super, super rad fight scenes.

I'm posting obsessively about Stormlight partially because I'm scrambling for more cosmere content (I didn't actually expect to reach the end) and partially because there are things in the books that weren't 100% satisfying, and those spaces are where fandom lives. Again, it's still really, really good. Just long, and sometimes fairly heavy in how much the main characters struggle with mental illness while fighting crab monsters.

In the stormlight archive, your personal fight with depression and PTSD and drug addiction is actually inextricably linked to your super rad glowing magic power fight with rock monsters and crab people. The crab people who also have a lot of trauma and mental illness.

Honestly, I'm not sure how Sanderson is going to resolve that.

But fuck it, TLDR, Stormlight is good but long, and the next book is supposed to resolve a bunch of stuff and it comes out this December, and the way he wrapped up things in his other books was really satisfying! So this is a pretty good time to get into the series!

[merovingianprincess]

A Targaryen Marriage - Aegon Targaryen x Reader

sorry this took me so long, I had the worst strep throat and fever of my life and I also just kept putting writing this off. This is my first time writing smut, so oops.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon, nor do I claim to. This story is my own and I ask no one to copy my work.

part one | part two

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The 3 days of the voyage on the boat across the waters were uneventful. You mostly slept and read your books rolling your eyes when you had to read about the queen dowager, Alicent Hightower. You were certainly not looking forward to seeing her, let alone having to live with her. But it was part of the deal of you and your brothers being alive; marrying Aegon meant Alicent being your mother-in-law. You made a mental note to be just as pleasant to her as she was to your brothers and you growing up in the Red Keep. You would never forget the 'bastards' she'd whisper under her breath, though you had the Targaryen features that your three deceased brothers did not.

You hadn't seen Aegon much, which didn't bother you, you knew he was most likely busy or resting. You had overheard that the burns he suffered during the war still bothered him, he seemed to keep them well hidden under his clothes as you only recalled seeing slight burn scars on his neck when he came with the maester to visit. It gave you time to grieve a bit more in silence; you had heard your brothers were behaving in their quarters on the boat, so little to worry you.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in," you called from your chair with your embroidery of a simple dragon.

The door creaked open revealing a guard, one you recognized from boarding the boat. He partially stepped in, putting his hands behind his back, chest out, "Princess, we are expected to reach the docks of Kings Landing within an hour."

You smiled and nodded, "Ah thank you, sir. Tell me, are you the guard who notified the king that I get a bit seasick?" you asked, putting aside your needle work in the basket next to the chair.

He gave a small nod of his head, "Yes princess, I wanted to ease any suffering and make the journey easier. I know being ill only makes travel feel as if it is dragging by."

You stood up giving a small stretch of your limbs, "Thank you, it has helped tremendously. As you said, us Targaryens are much more accustomed to traveling by our dragons."

He chuckled, "Of course. Is there anything you may need in the meantime? I am sending two guards to retrieve your things so when we depart the boat it will be quick and efficient." He questioned.

"Nothing in the meantime, but I will put everything in my trunks, thank you, sir." you answered, hands smoothing out your dress.

The guard gave a small bow before leaving, closing the door behind him.

The ride in the wheelhouse up to the Red Keep was bumpy at best, you caught a few glimpses outside the window, seeing the different parts of Kings Landing being rebuilt and cleaned up. Aegon was quiet, just the two of you in the wheelhouse. He was offered a horse to ride but he declined explaining his burn scars were bothering him a little and thought horse riding would make him more uncomfortable.

"Are you looking forward to seeing your mother?" you inquired, trying to make conversation.

He pursed his lips, "A bit, but I'm not looking forward to her wanting to control everything and everyone." he answered looking at you, playing with the black, jeweled dagger in his hands.

"Well, hopefully, all will go well," you replied feeling a bit awkward now.

The wheelhouse came to a halt, peeking out the window you saw the outside stairs leading inside to the Red Keep, a small gaggle of people standing waiting to receive their king.

"King Aegon II has returned triumphantly from his victory in Dragonstone." a guard announced as he opened the door and lowered the steps. The applause and cheers from the crowd seemed a bit forced and uncomfortable, making you bite back the laugh you were holding.

Aegon stood from where he was sitting, tucking his dagger into the holster on his hip, and descended the stairs of the wheelhouse. You sat there uncomfortably not knowing what to do. Do you give him his moment? Do you wait to be announced? Do you just go ahead and climb out?

"Thank you all, your support for my cause and right to my throne means much to me and my family. I have brought along with me my bride, Princess Visenya." Aegon announced a cue to you to present yourself.

You stood up and descended the stairs as well, squinting your eyes at the bright sun of midday. You opened your eyes a bit more giving a soft smile at everyone before being coaxed over to Aegon by his outstretched arm. You stood by his side, his hand resting on the small of your back, trying to make you feel a bit more welcome and comfortable. It had been a long time since you were last in Kings Landing. You saw a few nervous and questionable bows and curtsies from the crowd. The only one who did not was Alicent herself.

She stood there stoically in all green, of course, she smiled at the both of you, "Welcome home my son and Visenya, we are eager to have you both walk among the walls of the Keep again." she said, motioning everyone inside.

The crowd headed inside as Aegon, Alicent, and you slowly followed. You didn't know what to say, truthfully, you felt a mix of anger, betrayal, and hurt when you first set eyes upon the dowager queen. The three of you climbed the steps and entered the cool hallway when Alicent stopped Aegon and you, coming to stand in front of you two.

"Visenya, I'm happy for you to join our family," Alicent affirmed, placing her hands on your forearms.

We are already family. You wanted to say, deciding not to say anything but give a reassuring smile, "Yes, I look forward to being back home in the Red Keep," you responded.

"Aegon sent word you two are to be married quickly. I wasn't even aware he had an interest in remarrying until I received his letter." she vacillated, looking between the two of you. She let you go, stepping to Aegon, "Are you sure you want to marry her?" she questioned him, holding his hands in hers.

You felt a surge of humiliation that she questioned that. As if you weren't standing right there. You felt angry to be spoken of and questioned like that. You were every bit of a Targaryen as Aegon was, possibly even more if the rumors of Daemon being your true father were not just rumors.

"Of course, Targareyens are meant to rule alongside one another, mother," he reassured her, you almost snorted at his small slight at her, "I want peace in the realm and prosperity for our house, Visenya and I have both agreed on peace and understanding." he finished.

She gazed up at him, her eyes searching his as if that wasn't a good enough answer. She took in a deep breath and released it letting go of his hands and rubbing hers together with uncertainty. You still stood there awkwardly before you pipped up, "I don't think the realm can continue to take any more battles and scheming from whatever side they are on when they could all be on one side once more, under a single Targaryen banner."

Aegon stood there staring at his mother who looked at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion, "Mother I am king, what I say goes and I will marry Visenya, regardless of your uncertainty," he asserted, brushing a hair out of her face, "We will marry in the Sept here in the Keep before dinner, will you fetch a Septon or shall I send for one?" Aegon queried.

She looked down at her hands and then between the two of you, "I'll find Septon Brenyn for the ceremony as well as the cloaks." she huffed, then gave a curtsey and turned on her heel. She walked down the corridors of the hall before disappearing around a corner.

You turned your head and gazed over at Aegon, he stared down the halls before turning his attention towards you, "I'm sorry about my mother's behavior, she is used to being in control of how things work and I believe it's hard for her to accept that isn't how it is anymore. I thought she learned that when unpredictable things started happening during the war."

You pursed your lips and gave a small nod, "Maybe she thought things would go back to how they once were," you wondered to him.

He gave a small shrug of his shoulders and then turned toward you, "I believe so, I know the people here are so used to me being a good-for-nothing drunk whore but I learned a good king isn't that, and I want to be a good king. I didn't lose all my siblings and two children to be a bad king."

You reached out a hand to his and rubbed the back of it with your thumb, "Well I think admitting your faults and wanting to be better is the first step to being a good king," you reassured.

He enveloped your hand in his and motioned for the two of you to start walking down the halls, no words passed between the two of you. You enjoyed the walk around the keep but irritation crept up in you as you saw symbols of the faith and green tapestries in place of where old Targaryen heraldry used to be. You made a mental note that the Keep would once again be decked out in Targaryen glory. If someone wanted to see symbols of the faith or their own house colors, they would either go to the Sept or decorate their own chambers in that way. You were here to remind them all that the house of the dragon needed to remain strong and remember their history. This was your home now and you wanted to be reminded of it every day.

Eventually, Aegon has to leave you to go see to a few crucial things before your marriage ceremony, leaving you to head to the kitchens in search of a snack; you didn't think getting married on an empty stomach was a good idea, something light would do.

You decided on some grapes, cheese, and honeyed wine. The food on the boat wasn't exactly great. While eating, your thoughts drifted to Vermithor and Silverwing, you had hoped they listened to you and landed in the Kingswood for their new temporary home. You also flagged down a servant and asked them if your younger brothers had settled in well in their rooms. The servant assured you all was well.

You wandered around the keep a bit more before seeing a servant you recognized that helped carry your trunks, "Excuse me, I don't mean to be a bother," you started, catching his attention. He looked at you and gave a small bow.

"Anything you need, princess?" he wondered.

"Yes, I was just wondering where my trunks have been taken? Can you lead me to them?" you asked, not wanting to get married in the dress you wore on the boat.

He nodded and motioned for you to follow him. You trailed after him around the corridors until you realized you were outside the king's chambers. A sudden realization dawned on you, this was really happening, you were really going to marry Aegon.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I am not aware of your name." you thanked.

"Gregory and of course my princess," he answered, leaving you to it.

You turned around nervously and looked at the large wooden doors. Were you supposed to knock? Could you just walk in? You decided to do the latter and carefully pushed open one of the large doors, stepping inside. It was cleaner than you expected any room Aegon occupied to be. Though you suppose that is thanks to servants. You walked through the beautiful solar that was furnished in intricately carved dark wood. The room had a surprisingly dark red accent to it, you silently thanked any gods who were listening that it wasn't green. The curtains by the windows were red and gold, the cushions on the chairs and couches were deep red, and you even saw a few books. Aegon could read? You chuckled at the thought. You made your way through the solar and into the bedroom where you were happy to find your trunks near the wardrobe. You opened the trunk you knew had the dress you were looking for. You pulled out the black dress with red embroidered dragons, and you smiled. You didn't think you'd wear this dress to get married in but you never expected to get married so soon either. You noticed no sign of Aegon physically being in here.

You placed the dress on the large bed and walked over to the washing room and cleaned your face. You decided to take a cloth and quickly wash your groin and underarms. You were nervous. You could start to feel it. If you were going to have sex you wanted to smell nice right? Though would it really matter to Aegon? The veteran whore of the street of silk? You decided to rub on some oils in those areas as well, just to be fresh and ease your peace of mind.

You walked out of the washing room and slightly jumped when you saw Aegon standing near the bed, putting on a belt.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be in here at this time," you said, as he looked at you while he fastened his belt.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just got done dealing with some things and decided to come change," he revealed, "I noticed your dress on the bed but didn't know where you went," he said, motioning to the dress.

You let out a breath, "I went to wash my face before I changed I didn't want to get married in my boat dress." you explained.

"You looked pretty in your boat dress," Aegon commented.

You felt yourself blush and a quickening beat of your heart. "Well thank you but I didn't really want to get married in it," you replied, walking over to the dress on the bed.

Aegon sat on the foot of the bed, "There is a changing screen and table behind that corner for you." he pointed around the corner.

You thanked him, grabbing the black dress and walking over to where he pointed, quickly changing.

You came back out after changing to see Aegon standing waiting for you. "Are you ready to get married Visenya?" he questioned with a small grin.

Your heart began to beat quickly again, "I believe so."

He held out his arm for you to take. You approached him, gently wrapping your arm in his. He led you out of the chambers and down the corridors towards the keep's small sept. Your heart beat heavily and loudly, making you nervous Aegon could hear or even feel it. However, he seemed unphased as the doors to the Sept opened for the two of you.

You started feeling hot and clammy as you two reached the septon, Alicent draping the cloaks around both of your shoulders. You turned your head and gazed out to see a few dozen courtiers here to witness your wedding ceremony. You looked back at Aegon whose violet eyes were trained on you, giving you a reassuring smile. You heard the Septon clear his throat, oh, oh this is real.

The septon started saying something that you didn't quite hear as you were so nervous all you could do was stare are either Aegons eyes or his ear. You felt someone lift off the cloak on your shoulders and saw Aegon place the one he was wearing over yours.

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words." the Septon proclaimed.

Aegon and you repeated the words together, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his/hers, he/she is mine, from this day until the end of my days." With that Aegon wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. You melted in a way, delicately wrapping your arms around his. You pulled apart to hear applause, you gazed around you with a soft smile, seeing your small brothers sitting amongst the courtiers.

You looked back at Aegon, now your husband, and saw him smiling widely at you. You felt the nervous butterfly feeling again. He pulled you in for another quick kiss before leading you out of the Sept and to the great hall to feast.

You could barely eat during the feast, truthfully you only had one hand to use as Aegon held your left hand the entire feast, a few times giving a kiss to the back of your hand. You noticed he drank his favorite Arbor Red, "I didn't know you still drank." you mentioned to him when he was caught gazing at you.

He looked from you to his cup, "Yes, just not the way I used to. Wine will always be one of my great loves." he chuckled. "Well as long as you don't ever throw up on me I guess that is fine." you joked.

Aegon threw back his head with a laugh, "Don't tell my mother I'm telling you this," he said in a whisper, looking to his opposite side where his mother was engaged in conversation with some lord, "One time when I was first getting bad with wine, mother came to scold me over something ridiculous and I tried to warn her I wasn't feeling well and she just wouldn't listen. So even though I gave her fair warning, I threw up all over the bottom of her brand-new dress. She stood there for a moment in shock before she continued to yell at me." Aegon reminisced.

You laughed along with him, wanting more than anything to see a shocked Alicent with vomit on her green dress. The feast continued a bit more, your anxiety about being bedded kept creeping up. You heard a chair scoot back and looked up to see Aegon standing up catching everyone's attention.

"I would like to make a toast," he bellowed to the crowd, picking up his cup, "To my beautiful wife Visenya, she has so selflessly married me, thus ending the war between our house. She is truly wonderful and kind. I look forward to spending the rest of my days with you as my queen." he said looking down at you and raising his cup in unison with everyone else in the hall. You smiled raising your cup as well before you all took a drink.

He motioned for you to stand up, "My bride and I shall retire for the night, I bid you all to enjoy the rest of your evening." he said, garnering some cheers and whistles from the courtiers. You stood and took his hand as he led you down the dais and out of the hall towards your shared bed chamber. You felt your heartbeat quicken again, and your hands start to shake a little.

Aegon placed a hand on the small of your back, "I have kept my promise and there will be no ceremony, just the two of us." he said in your ear, easing some of the anxiety.

Aegon opened the chamber doors, you walked ahead inside, noticing the hearths had been lit and a few candles scattered throughout the solar and bedroom. Aegon followed you in, closing and locking the door behind him. You heard him kick off his boots as you stood in front of the bed, gazing down at the dark red brocade blanket. You kicked off your own shoes nervously, reaching up and taking off your necklace, placing it on a nearby table.

You felt a presence behind you and turned to face Aegon, who smiled down at you. You noticed his violet eyes and then the faded burn scar on the side of his neck.

"I am not going to force you," he said quietly, reaching up and pushing a tendril of hair behind your ear, "but I would like for you to want to." he continued. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and then trailed down to your neck, making you suck in a breath, a new feeling erupting in you. Feeling a want in your cunt. He continued to press soft kisses on your neck, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you close, and the other hand on the opposite side of your neck. You felt your heartbeat, your skin start to get the tiniest gooseflesh, and the strong pull of desire. You wrapped one arm around his shoulder and brought the other to the back of his head as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder. "Aegon," you trailed off with a small moan.

"Hmm?" he questioned, placing a few more wet kisses on your neck.

"I want to," you said lowly, trying to ignore that you were still nervous.

You felt him smile as he left a trail of kisses coming back up to your lips, where you found yourself responding to the movements of his mouth, the room started to feel a little bit warmer to you. He began to deepen the kiss, prodding your bottom lip with his tongue, you could taste the recent wine he had. He pulled you closer, the hand around your neck coming down to your waist. You kissed back, letting his mouth take the lead, he started walking you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed. The two of you broke the kiss as you sat on the bed scooching back until your head was on the pillows. Aegon crawled up the bed to where he was hovering over you.

He leaned down once again to kiss you, his hair coming down and tickling your cheek, you reached both arms up and around his waist pulling him down so his body touched yours. He obliged slowly lowering himself, though not allowing his full body weight onto you, using his forearms for support. You felt his hard member, making you curious and yearning. He broke the kiss trailing a few pecks down to your chest where he looked up at you for approval and you gave him a nervous nod, he delicately pulled down the top of your dress to reveal your breasts. His eyes widened and he licked his full pink lips, kissing each breast, giving a few small lips and tiny bites to your nipples. Your breath hitched, the pull of desire at your cunt wanting more. Aegon trailed kisses back up to your neck, taking one hand and slowly massaging a breast, which you quite enjoyed.

Aegon found a spot on your neck that aroused you most and began to suck and bite at it, occasionally using his tongue. A small whimper escaped you and you played with Aegons hair, pushing his head more into your neck. He chuckled, "Do you like that?" he huskily asked, giving it another kiss.

"Yes," you whispered, slightly embarrassed.

"Good, I was hoping you would," he said across your mouth, diving in for another kiss. Your hands reached down and grabbed at his shirt, wanting to lift it up and feel his chest. He sat up and looked down at you, "Visenya, I have burn scars still." he said insecurely.

You nodded your head, "I don't mind." you responded, rubbing his thigh in reassurance. He looked from your eyes to the bed and took in a breath closing his eyes.

"Aegon you don't ha-" you started before you saw him start to take off his shirt. He did in fact have many pink burn scars, some looked textured others did not. The scars didn't disgust you, if anything you felt sad he endured such pain and still does. He flung his shirt off the bed and looked back at you, making his way back to your mouth. You reached a hand and delicately touched his broad shoulders, something you found very attractive about him. You noticed his arms also had some muscular definition as well. You put your hands on both sides of his face kissing him deeply, bending one knee, and rubbing the side of his leg with it, hinting you wanted more.

He broke the kiss, pulling at your dress. You started to feel insecure as well, but lifted your hips and then your upper body to help aid him take it off. You laid back down as Aegon threw the dress to the side as well, before turning his eyes back at you, taking a hand and moving some of your silver hair off your chest.

"Visenya, you are a goddess." he complimented, his violet eyes taking in your body. You blushed, brushing one of his hairs out of his face.

He shuffled off his pants, kicking them off the bed, revealing his large, hard cock. That's supposed to go inside of me? He trailed his fingers delicately across your legs, making you feel that want and a desire in your cunt. You slowly spread your legs and allowed Aegon to settle himself in between.

"This will make it easier, alright?" he said, looking up at you. You nodded not knowing what he was about to do.

He took his index finger and slowly trailed it up the slit of your cunt, you saw his finger glisten slightly from your wetness. He did it a few more times before spreading your cunts lips and doing it again making you arch your back and breath heavy. He flicked his eyes from your cunt to meet your eyes and grinned, "You have a pretty cunt, darling."

You smiled and felt yourself become more aroused by that comment. He slowly brought his finger down and gently eased it inside your cunt, it didn't hurt, just a foreign feeling. He pumped it in and out a few more times, gathering more of your wetness until he added a second finger, only a slight pressure this time. He pumped them in and out of your cunt as you watched his face take his own pleasure in it. You noticed the burn marks on his thighs as well, though not as bad as the ones on his chest and arms.

Then Aegon took his fingers out of your cunt and brought them to his mouth, while making eye contact with you, he inserted his fingers and sucked them giving another grin. "You taste wonderful as well," he said, making you breathe hard. You looked from his face to his cock and back again.

He lined himself up with the entrance of your cunt, "This will hurt for a few seconds, but then it will feel good." he assured you. He slowly pushed his way into it, his face scrunching up in pleasure and letting out a groan.

You silently gasped, hands reaching up and wrapping around Aegon's muscular forearms. You felt a stinging stretching feeling, squeezing your eyes shut and whimpering. "Ow, Aegon," you whispered to him.

But he was right, he stayed still for a few seconds until the pain went away. "You can move now," you let him know, opening up your eyes, and seeing him above you.

He slowly started to move forwards and backward in you, groaning in pleasure, allowing you to adjust. He reached an arm down and pulled one of your legs to wrap around his waist, you did the same with the other leg. It felt better this way too.

He began to pick up the pace, going deeper into you, as you felt how full you felt with him inside of you, each thrust hitting a spot deep in your cunt that felt incredible. Thrust. Pleasure. Thrust. Pleasure. He continued with his quick thrusts, groaning and praising you, "Visenya, fuck you're so good."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him down on top of you, as he continued to thrust and hit your spot in pleasure. It was euphoric, you wanted to feel this good every second of every day. "Aegon, Aegon yes, oh yes." you moaned out.

He continued to thrust fast and deep into you, you felt tears begin to form in your eyes as he was making you feel so good. You felt a tear fall down your cheek, Aegon slowed his thrusts, "Are you okay?" he asked.

You nodded your head, "You make me feel so good." you whimpered out, causing him to go back to his pace groaning.

"Aegon please don't stop, please don't stop, oh my gods please," you begged as he continued hitting your spot, shocks and jolts of pleasure with each thrust.

You began to feel warm and your muscles clenching, holding onto to something, well in this case Aegons cock, your thighs tightening around Aegons hips, heels digging into his ass. He moaned your name and breathed heavily into your ear, thrusting and getting sloppy. "Please Aegon, don't st-" and you felt the most euphoric wave of pleasure, causing you to arch your back and clench your walls around Aegons cock, who was still thrusting in and out. You closed your eyes as you rolled your head back, hands squeezing around Aegon's shoulders. It took you a second to feel Aegon do the same, his loud moaning as he too experienced the euphoria, spilling his cum inside of you, slowing down his thrusts. Eventually, he came to a stop as you both tried to catch your breaths, before looking at each other and sharing a kiss.

He pulled out of you gently, and you felt his cum slowly start to dribble out of you. He rolled off of you and the bed, walked to the washing room, and came back with two damp towels. He cleaned himself off with one before moving to you and cleaning you up as well with the other. He threw both towels toward the heap of clothes on the floor, crawling up beside you in bed and laying down.

You turned on your side and rested your head on Aegon's slightly sweaty chest, though you didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You both drifted off to sleep in your bed satisfied and exhausted.

[katyspersonal]

So yeah, have been playing some SOTE this evening... and it is 4 AM... and I need to wake up to work at 7 AM... 🤡 me 🤝 @jarognieva

I don't believe I went far, some highlights so far:

1) "But never again" 💀

2) I spent 40 minutes alone on trying to kill annoying knight in the first Mausoleum, until I gave up and got @fantomette22 to help me. And then offered to help HER. We both now have the bitch dead thanks to our incredible strategy: she runs around and distracts the jerk while I spam him with the spells. Team work XDDDD

3) "Fantomette get off my DICK, you are way too good at killing bosses fast I don't want spoilers, sorry I am not as good at this game as you!!! 😭" *kills a Ghostflame Dragon* *kills the Lion Dancer* *kills the uhhhh that one Demihuman swordsman*

4) Lion Dancer battle was so fun and beautiful, holy shit...? Very impressive

5) I was forced to return to shield and spear strategy. :/

6) Celebrants lore?

7) Really interesting items

8) "Shut UP Val, you are TOO good at maps and finding places, stop rubbing it into my face I know I am absolutely useless and can't find shit on my own ;-;" *finds a bunch of curious places and secrets he didn't*

9) He straight up just.. ignored me...

I hoped if I moved very slowly maybe it could have stayed that way.. but nope, one millimeter and I was obliterated xd

10) I might be completely sleep deprived but that Demihuman swordsman used Waterfowl Dance?? Or not? I hope he fucking did because meeting Malenia's teacher is all I really want anymore

11) I absolutely love the feature to see the new items and items discovered in chronological order, helps me to not forget to read the lore as I proceed. Genuinely the most helpful feature after adding the jump button!

12) Interesting NPCs, curious about the guy whose mask weirdly resembles the Wormfaces, and the lore that only Miquella didn't give up on Frejia and healed her wound is sweet..

13) Every second fucking item I pick in this joke place mentions the crusade and how cringe Messmer is and whatever gfhyhgh I like how they can't let me forget for one second that he's a war criminal xD

14) I guess Smouldering Butterflies ARE still Melina's, since Messmer has his own now xD

15) I really want to access that like.. really red place I see from the cliff but don't know how to step into.. I hopefully will figure it out

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Okay in general it is really fun to play, though so stupidly hard that I have to try different strategies. Again. But seeking everything in blind is cool, after all the only spoilers I've gotten is That One plot twist and the fact that final boss (?) is not my blorbo but some random idiot so gfgfhfhyj Still so much stuff to pick

[bunnygirl678]

Back at it again with another Reguri AU that I don't have time to write. So steal it please! Seriously feel free to write, draw, or use it to distract your mind enough to fall asleep (is that a thing other people do or am I just freaking weird)

-Red and Green are on their honeymoon in alola (duh) and they are doing a fun little couples battle with some of the alolan pokemon they've caught

-one of the tapu's sees them and wants to fuck with them cause they're unhinged (my 5 year old has rewatched the sun/moon anime like 15 times and i still can't remember which one does what)

-sends green back into time (note this is gonna be like dragon ball z time travel where it just created a new timeline or whatever)

-he gets transported midbattle with little red, but like not the championship and most of his pokemon haven't evolved yet

-Big!green is just like awwww you guys were so cute, little!red immediately realizes that somehow Green aged like 12 years in a flash and is obv confused, green explains that he was on vacay with his Red and got sent here somehow, let's go to the lab and see if gramps can help

-they travel to the lab or whatever, and the prof is immediately like "My dead son!" cause my hc is that green looks identical to his dad, and big!green is like nah sorry gramps it's just me from the future

-and they all talk and little!red is like, you aren't an asshole, anymore? and big!green like apologizes for little!green, and is like it may not seem like it but i know he cares about you, because big!green knows that during their journey he realized he had feelings for red, but like didn't want them so he just started being an asshole

-at some point daisy sees the ring and is like "oh you got married?! Whos the lucky lady anyone we know yet?" and big!green kinda like does an awkward quick glance at little!red, and is trying to figure out how to not out his past self because this isn't his secret to tell

-the prof is like 'oh holy shit you and red figured things out' cause he observes and figured it out when green was like 7 or something, and little!red is like wtf and big!green is like yeah but not for a while and then he gives little!red some training just cause what else are they going to do, plus little!red is having a crisis, cause he thinks his version of green hates him

-then it like flips to big!red's perspective and little!green shows up freaking out shouting for his red cause they were just together, and he see's big!red who is swole af and doesn't look that much like his red so he thinks his red has been kidnapped or something, and little!green goes absolutely feral, cause remember he has feelings for his red

-he's like i'll kill you, did you hurt him, where's red, and big!red is like this is the most adorable thing I've ever seen, and like big!green at one point had told him that he had feelings for Red when they were small but Red didn't really believe it until that moment, and also he's like hmmm green and i should adopt cause he's like high on honeymoon and little!green is such a cutie

-Big!Red is like i'm red, it's fine, little!green doesn't believe it until big!red brings up something that like only he would remember like they caught a caterpie together or something idk

-big!red goes and buys little!green some food and they kinda talk and little!green can't stop staring cause wow big!red looks so different, then he sees the wedding ring and is like devastated, and is trying not to cry or whatever and big!red is like able to read him like a book cause it's green even though it's little!green it's still green, and he like pulls out his phone and it's a photo from their wedding and little!green like short circuts cause he didn't even realize that was an option

-somehow they get to switch back and the other timeline red/green work out their issues quickly both with knowledge of the future and they start dating at like 14, cause 11 year olds don't date, and red never goes up the mountain except for the occasional week of training and green always goes with him and it's never angsty like the other timeline

-the alolan honeymooners are just glad to be together again and they finish their time in alola and red's like let's adopt and green's like whatever makes you happy