#it may be awhile but know that thoughts are dancing in my mind

[dispotatorulzz]

Ok I have such a fun idea for Shiloh s dancing with light scene and also Emizels scary house scene listen .

[crushmeeren]

Fem Reader/Simon Petrikov — Fionna & Cake Version

Warnings; slight cursing, sometimes Simon struggles getting hard, blowjobs, vaginal sex, squirting, mention of masturbating

Note; I wrote this for my Simon girlies 😭—also I’m just unhinged, I needed to write this so badly okay. just please enjoy this brain food about sweet Simon and his struggles being older and getting hard. I really do hope this reaches the people searching for it. 🫶🏻

••••

When you started sleeping with Simon, you already knew that he was older than you, quite a bit older in fact. Not that it’s an issue—especially since you find older men unbearably attractive anyways. You think it may have to do with the fact that the age difference can be such a taboo subject, but you digress.

Let’s be honest, Simon is so, well—pretty, for lack of a better word. It never fails to drive you up the wall. So when you did start fucking—it was a pure fantasy come true moment for you.

It’s just—you’ve started to notice something intriguing. At first, it was just a fleeting thought. Now, you’ve realized that when you do get to be naked and tangled in Simon’s sheets—those times are often sporadic, spaced out, inconsistent.

Which is of course okay, you wouldn’t ever pressure him to do more than he wanted. You just —you can’t help but wish he wanted to have sex more often. Selfish, you know. But surprisingly enough—the old man has a damn filthy deep stroke! Hell, Simon’s the only one who’s ever made you cum enough to squirt.

All that being said, you do feel a little guilty, because you know your sexual appetite is sky high. You’ve been told so on more than one occasion and you’ve generally come to terms with it. You’re more than happy to take care of yourself when needed.

But after awhile of this mouth watering, mind numbing sex, you become aware that Simon seems to only want to roll around in the sheets with you once per meet up. Again, nothing wrong with that, but the seed of mild curiosity as to why he doesn’t want to do more has been planted in your mind.

The first time this new concept rattles around in your brain, it’s more of an absent thought. Really just a casual observation. It’s during one evening in which Simon’s able to direct you away from the train of thought that leads to a second round so easily it’s creepy.

You only remember later when you’ve gone back home, close to passing out for the night. Charming bastard.

Truthfully it only starts to consume and rot your brain after you start spending the night in his bed more often than not. Instead of going home like you were before. The heavy palm of realization smacks you across the cheek when you’re staying the night with Simon one night over the weekend.

You’re both lying comfortably in Simon’s bed. Soft blankets covering you up to your shoulders as you lay on your side, watching your pretty companion. He’s propped up by a couple pillows against the headboard, reading part of his book in the gentle glow of his bedside lamp.

The man looks relaxed. Salt & pepper hair starting to curl slightly at the ends due to previous activities causing him to sweat. His cheeks are still a barely there rosy pink. He’s also only in briefs at this point, chest bare. The sight causes desire to spark heavily in your belly once again & you can’t help your next moves.

Failing in an attempt to be sneaky, you stretch languidly, reaching over to gently rest a hand on his bare belly. The pads of your fingers moving to tickle the soft expanse of skin over his ribs, causing him to shiver.

You see Simon chew his bottom lip as he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. He’s white knuckling the edges of his book as you continue to teasingly trail your fingers over his sensitive flesh.

“Are you alright lovely?” Simon’s soft voice dances in your ears. He’s looking down at you directly now, absently adjusting his glasses. You answer with an affirmative hum, dragging your fingers up the middle of his sternum.

You swallow a breathy sigh as you notice his nipples get hard from your feathery touch. Simon looks like he can’t help the way his eyes flutter shut momentarily.

“M’alright Si, how about you?” You murmur, brushing a thumb over his perky nipple. Simon gasps softly at the touch, squirming and the lusty action causes your pussy to clench. The familiar delicious, low burn of arousal licking at your lower belly. Fuck, this wasn’t your intention, but now you want to ride Simon until he’s whimpering and drooling.

“I’m well sweetheart, but don’t you think it’s time to sleep?” He coos, letting his open book rest in his lap. He runs the backs of his knuckles over your cheek lovingly. It does not stop you from pouting.

“Siiiiii,” you whine, slightly confused, but pulling your hand back to your chest. He’s not wrong, it is late & you are tired. But now you’ve worked yourself up, the thought of sex very tantalizing.

“I know what you want silly girl, it’s late though. How about we try in the morning?” Simon soothes, setting his book and glasses on his bedside table. Effectively shutting down the possibility of a second round.

“Fine,” you huff, pushing out your lower lip at him. “But I definitely am jumping your bones in the morning.” Simon laughs, the sound overwhelmingly sweet, and turns off the bedside lamp.

“Deal sweetheart,” he breathes, lying on his side to face you. Pushing at your shoulder to turn you around so he can spoon you. You oblige, letting him pull you back into his chest, snuggling under the covers.

You feel Simon’s plush lips brush over your the nape of your neck in a kiss, bidding you goodnight. You let your entire back side press up against his front, getting comfortable, soaking up his body heat. As you drift off, you realize that Simon wasn’t even the least bit hard from your teasing.

••••

It’s early when you start to stir. You crack an eye open, able to make out vague shapes in Simon’s room. Rays from the rising sun starting to peak through the blinds, casting small shadows all around.

Simon’s arm flexes around your waist and you can feel the warmth of his slow, rhythmic breathing ghosting over the back of your neck. It makes a shiver rumble down your spine.

Your thoughts are jumbled at best, arm tingling under the pillow you’ve been resting your head on. Too warm, too cozy, you think. You’re covered completely with a fuzzy blanket, Simon’s toasty, naked chest radiates warmth through your shirt to your skin. It feels like you’re cocooned in a blanket just taken out of the dryer.

You’re falling prey to the cozy atmosphere, letting it lull you back to sleep when Simon’s hand slowly slips under your large T-shirt, smoothing over your hip before resting on your stomach.

It’s innocent at first, but then his nails start to scratch soothingly back & forth over your lower belly. Each pass he teases downwards. Getting closer & closer to the patch of curly hair that sits above your clit.

You’re unsure if he’s being intentional or not, but your brain has shaken off some of the groggy feeling at this point. The sensual sensation of Simon’s fingers give your pussy its own heartbeat. You rub your thighs together in frustration.

“Si,” you whisper, voice saturated with sleep. Simon only makes a soft, sleepy noise in return. His breathing hasn’t changed, you assume he’s still asleep. You wiggle in place, entire body flushing hotly underneath the blanket as his fingers continue to torture you.

Your stomach clenches involuntarily when he barely brushes the skin connected to the top of your curly patch of hair. Heat smolders low & sweet in your lower belly, you’re getting extremely turned on. Clit throbbing painfully.

Yet Simon doesn’t move his hand any lower. Almost as if it’s meant to be a comforting gesture instead of a sexual one. Briefly, the thought of pushing his hand lower occurs to you.

You desperately want the older man to play with your clit. For Simon to rub slow, sweet circles into your perky bud until your blood feels like it’s been replaced with a warm, syrupy heat. Except he’s not budging & you’re going to cry if you don’t get some relief.

“Simon,” you whine quietly, flipping around in his hold until your face to face. He doesn’t open his eyes yet, answering with a questioning hum, settling his warm palm on the flushed skin near your hip bone.

“You’re teasing me,” you breathe, rolling the man onto his back with a firm push to his shoulder. He goes easily with your touch. Instantly, you’re straddling his hips, blanket now pooling around his thighs. You’re wide awake as you take in Simon’s adorable, sleepy appearance. Dark hair splayed around his head.

“No, m’not,” Simon rasps, voice thick with sleep. His eyebrows are scrunched cutely, half lidded eyes staring up at you. The older man was clearly dead asleep.

“Yes you are,” you hiss playfully, leaning down to trail kisses up his neck and over his jaw. He sinks his nails into the tops of your thighs. A heady pulse of arousal shoots to your pussy as he grips you tightly.

“Nnngh! Sugar,” Simon whimpers, tilting his head. He sounds too sweet and you’re worried your pussy may be leaving sticky kisses on his pelvis from how wet you’re getting.

“You’re acting clueless, but I know it was on purpose, Si,” you murmur softly, pressing the words into his skin, lowering your mouth and sucking on the skin over his adams apple.

“I-oh gods, it wasn’t on purpose,” Simon chokes on a moan, arching his back slightly, base of his skull digging into the pillow.

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper in his ear, smoothing your hands up his chest & pinching at his perky nipples. Simon jerks violently underneath you, crying out. Your blood sings in response. You need his thick cock inside you now—or you might die.

You shift your hips backwards, fully intending on grinding your ass over his cock, but then Simon’s hands are gripping your waist frantically.

“Sugar—wait!” He gasps, trying to hold you still. You’re already grinding yourself down onto him as he speaks. Shocked, you feel that he’s, at best, only half hard. Stilling in his grip you glance back at his face. From what you can see, his cheeks are turning pink and he looks away from you shyly.

“You okay Si? Do you need me to stop?” You prod, feeling concerned you’ve done something he didn’t want. His gaze snaps back to your face, eyes wide. He shakes his head desperately.

“No! No, don’t stop lovely, I really am enjoying myself,” he pauses to worry his bottom lip, urging you closer to him with a soft squeeze to your hips. “You know that I’m quite older than you, right my dear?” Once both your hands are planted on the mattress by his head, Simon gingerly places his palm on your cheek to cradle it.

“I know Si,” you sigh happily, leaning into his touch.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, but…sometimes it’s a bit harder for me to get it up, even if I’m extremely turned on,” Simon admits, voice low & sultry. He rubs a thumb over your cheekbone. Your arousal burns with a vengeance.

“That’s not embarrassing baby, I..kind of think it’s hot I’ll have to do a bit more to get your cock hard,” you mumble, cheeks sweltering as you tilt your head to kiss his palm. Your belly warms, twisting harshly with arousal and shame.

Simon gasps softly in your mouth when you take it upon yourself to lean down, firmly kissing his velvety lips. He feels fucking amazing. You move together so smoothly, letting Simon swallow your sinful moans as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

Simon lets both his hands frame your neck, thumb pressing into the hollow of your throat. You whine as your tongues play together, Simon licking behind your teeth and suddenly you can’t take it anymore. You break apart slightly to breathe, chest heaving.

“M’gonna suck your cock Si,” you whisper breathily against his lips. Simon chokes on a breath. Determined, you start kissing down his chest. Pillowy soft lips brushing over his nipples before continuing downwards.

Simon squeaks from the attention to his nipples, fisting the sheets under him. You easily snake your way between his thighs, fingers hooked in the waistband of his briefs.

“Oh! A-are you sure my love?” Simon moans, feeling you kiss the sensitive skin directly above his waistband. You just hum, sliding his briefs down, purposely letting his half hard cock catch on the stretchy band. He sucks in air through his teeth as soon as his cock is free.

You almost drool over the way his cute dick slaps softly against his pelvis. Your pussy aches as you pull his underwear off all the way. Taking the chance, you also peel off the shirt you were wearing, tossing it to the floor. Simon flushes to his chest, staring at your tits.

“Your cock looks so cute like this Simon,” you croon, getting back onto your belly. The older man whines, titling his head down to watch you place chaste kisses on his shaft. The silky, warm skin feeling so good on your lips. You’re so turned on right now it almost pisses you off.

Making sure Simon’s cock stays straight the way you want, you nudge your thumb right up under the crown of his head—keeping his cock stretched slightly, pinned to his pelvis. Lazily, you place several kisses, letting his cock guide you down to his balls— where you lick the puckered skin of each one.

Simon yelps as you suck one in to your mouth, laving your tongue over it. The older man’s nails dig into the back of your skull, making your scalp tingle down to your neck.

“Please lovely, please, don’t tease,” Simon mewls, feeling you release his ball with a wet pop. His dick twitches a little under your thumb when you stare up at him with a wolfish grin. He’s a little harder now.

“So needy Si,” you tease, moving your hands to his thighs, swallowing down his entire semi hard cock in one go. Simon wails, hips jerking up as you teasingly pull your mouth back up his cock, sucking harshly.

You moan around him, starting a brain melting pace for him as you suck on his cock. Flicking your tongue over the head with each pass. Your eyes flutter shut, taking a second to appreciate the way he tastes.

Simon is panting harshly above you, whimpering and moaning. The delicious noises he’s letting out are making you want to squeeze your legs together for any type of relief.

Ignoring your own arousal for now, you keep up your pace for a couple minutes, feeling Simon writhing in your grip. He’s only a tad bit harder now but you don’t let that stop you. Your jaw aches, but you eagerly move a hand to his balls, kneading them between your fingers.

That..seems to do the trick. If only because the noise Simon produces sounds as if it was wrenched from his chest. You bob your head a few more times & suddenly he’s rock hard in your mouth. Cock hitting the back of your throat consistently as he rolls his hips to meet your movements.

Simon’s going insane—wiggling, whining like you’re torturing him. Back arching, trying to fuck your mouth. You would giggle if your mouth wasn’t full.

“Princess,” he gasps, pushing at your forehead. “Enough, please. I want to be inside you,” Simon moans, voice breaking at the end of his sentence. It’s like music to your ears and internally you pat yourself on the back for being able to get him hard.

Your lips pop off his cock with an obscene sound, watching it slap wetly against his lower belly. You could drool seeing how full and heavy his cock is. It glistens from your saliva. Pretty dick twitching under your gaze.

Urgently, you crawl out from between Simon’s legs flopping down on your stomach next to him. You turn your head to see his expression. His face is flushed, he turns his head to stare back at you, mouth open as he pants.

“Fuck me from behind Si, please??” You purr, desperately getting onto your knees and pushing your ass into the air. Letting your cheek squish on the mattress, the soft sheets warming underneath your skin. Simon groans as if he’s in pain. He vanishes in a flash, crawling around to get behind you.

You wait, knowing your pussy is drooling for him, clit swollen and throbbing—just wanting Simon to fuck the shit out of you.

“There’s no way I could say no sugar,” Simon croons. You almost could cry in relief, gripping the blanket below, fabric bunching in your fingers when Simon trails the pad of his thumb through your slick folds, thumb slippery where it circles your clit.

“Si don’t, please, I don’t need anything else—just fuck me,” you beg, wiggling your hips on his pelvis.

“Hush princess, you know I’ll give you what you want,” Simon teases. As he speaks, the tip of his cock parts your folds, slowly pushing his tip inside, stretching your pussy just the way you like—the anticipation of being filled is killing you.

A high pitched moan is ripped from your throat as he bottoms out in one smooth thrust. The pure pleasure of it rushes up your spine to your brain, pussy clenching around Simon as he carves out a space for his cock.

“Si, baby, you feel s’good,” you slur, nuzzling your face against the mattress. Nails dig into your fleshy hips as Simon moans lowly in his throat at your praise.

You’re absolutely not prepared for the immediate rough, fast pace that Simon sets. You howl his name as he starts yanking you back into his thrusts, pussy stretching to fit his cock repeatedly.

You’re in heaven, Simon’s actually fucking you. Usually he starts slower, building up to it—not this time. You’re absolutely loving it, having to muffle your near screams into the mattress as Simon perfectly hits your g-spot over and over. Each thrust sending waves of warm tingles shooting to the tips of your toes.

“Is—ah fuck, is this what you wanted sugar?” Simon grunts, unable to hold in his sweet moans.

“Yes! Fuck Simon!” You cry out, voice edging into a sob. He almost growls under his breath, the lewd sound of his pelvis smacking wetly against your ass, echoing through the room. Simon rests a dainty hand on your tailbone, guiding your ass back into his movements.

The sensual action forcing the familiar knot of an impending orgasm start to tighten up in your lower belly. Simon’s fucking you perfectly. You’re clawing at the sheets, pushing your ass back into his movements and it’s over.

Your heart is in your throat, pussy fluttering, and you don’t even have time to warn Simon before you’re cumming so hard your vision gets blurry. Entire body tensing up, warm waves of pleasure rushing through your limbs. No sounds escaping you as you’re worked through your orgasm relentlessly.

“Oh! Sugar, you’re cumming already? That’s such a good girl, give me another one, pretty please princess?” Simon breathes, asking sweetly. Completely opposite to the way he’s railing you. The man’s trying to rearrange your guts.

You nod against the mattress, chest sticky with sweat. Melting just a tad, your limbs become even more bendable as the overwhelming high of your orgasm fades to low buzzing pleasure. Simon sees the opportunity and takes it, pressing both hands into your lower back, forcing your spine into a deeper arch.

You inhale sharply. The new angle allowing Simon to press his cock even harsher against your sweet spot. He’s merciless and you know you’re re gonna squirt this time when you cum.

“Si, oh fuck, oh my god, m’gonna squirt!” Your lower belly tenses up, pleasure swirly hotly in your gut. There’s a pressure on your bladder intensifying to a sharp peak.

“Really? Oh sugar, I love it when you squirt, please do it for me,” Simon encourages eagerly, pressing harder on your sweat slick back.

“Simonnn,” you sob, dragging out the last syllable of his name. The older man gets his wish, because it only takes a handful of thrusts until you’re cumming again, toes curling so tight you think you may get a cramp. Hot liquid gushes from your pussy, showering the sheets below and decorating parts of Simon’s thighs.

“Princess, oh, oh my—,” Simon cuts off with a throaty groan, pushing his cock in all the way to the root, draping over your back as he starts to cum. You’re just starting to return to earth as you feel his cock twitch, filling you with sticky, warm cum.

You feel gooey, exhausted & overheated as Simon leans his weight on you. You push your knees out from under you so you both collapse to the mattress, letting out an oof as you land. Wincing, you feel the mess you made chilly against your thighs.

“Si, get off—you’re heavy,” you huff. Simon laughs, letting his soft cock slip out of you as he rolls off and onto his back. You stretch, sighing happily as the two of you lay in silence, soaking in the after sex glow for a few minutes. Simon’s voice cuts through the air.

“So, you really don’t mind about my, uh, issue,” he asks shyly, shifting to see your face. You gaze up at him adoringly, turning onto your side.

“I definitely don’t mind, I told you, I think it’s kind of hot. Makes me feel like I earned a reward,” you giggle, searching for his hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Mm, you’ll definitely have to spend the night more often. Maybe we could even consider becoming something…more than causal lovers,” Simon murmurs, squeezing your hand in return.

“I’d love that,” you whisper, chest blossoming with warmth. Simon grins sheepishly at you in return. Eventually, you two do get up, changing the sheets, before falling back asleep for the rest of the morning—looking forward to the sweet promise of the future.

[l3xdrigo]

I had silly thoughts run into my mind, Regulus igniting Vertin's passion to do art again by showing her an abandoned wall and bringing spray paint.

Vertin is more traditionally on painting but she has known about spray paint and has been wanting to try them for a long time and Regulus gives her the opportunity to test them out.

When first picking up one of the spray cans, she's not sure what she wants to create, what type of mural or artwork. Vertin is pretty unfamiliar on how to work with such a big canvas, and with a tool she hasn't quite got the grasp of yet. Regulus comes back with a bunch of paint buckets and big and small paintbrushes "What are these for? " "To help us with the painting of course, I may not be the best at any painting stuff but this pirate is passionate in anything art based and the freedom of expression! " Regulus happily chimed.

Vertin was grateful but she's not sure what to make yet, so she asked Regulus who gave her one of the buckets of paint, puzzled, she looks at Regulus "what am I supposed to do with this? "

"Throw it of course! Throw it against the wall and watch it splatter, let it be messy, let your artwork be free. It has been awhile since you last painted yes? So why not let all your creative ideas out now? "

Vertin looks at Regulus and then to the paint bucket in her hands, the swirling color inside it, she knows what she needs to do. Taking a slight step back, she throws the paint out of the bucket towards the wall, making a huge splatter to it and some to themselves as well. Regulus let's out a cheer "There ya go! Now, Let's get painting!"

Splashes of colors added to the wall, the more added, the more Vertin felt free. The paint flowing down like raindrops, the lines of contrasting colors overlapping each other, using the spray paints to add more texture and little designs and details. It was messy yes, but it was free, Regulus smiling wildly as she continues to paint the already very colorful wall, this felt nice, it felt great. Vertin was smiling, laughing even at times where they get hit with splashes of paint, Regulus's joy has been contagious and seeing Vertin happy made Regulus even more joyful.

After finally finishing their artwork, both sat down on the ground, facing what they've created. It was a messy mural, with designs of their interest, a music disk, some doves, a golden thread, butterflies and much more. Both were covered in paint and colors, it'll take a while to get them off but that's the least of their worries for now. "I think this pirate can say that, that is one beautiful mural" "It is, thank you Regulus, for bringing me out here and doing this" "No problem, you've been cooped up in that office for days now, I think you deserved a break.. And you did tell me you liked painting so, this was the best idea I could come up with" "One of the ideas you had that didn't end in disaster *pfft*" "Oi-"

Both bickered for a bit, laughing and giggling like children. It's moments like these that make all the work and sacrifices worth it, even with the weight of responsibility of being the timekeeper, others are lending a hand to carry the weight, just like Regulus. Both sat there, as the sun sets and hope rebuilds.

(Or platonic soulmate Reguvert my beloveds<333)

Bonus:

As both sat quietly, a song from the radio that Regulus brought suddenly plays "Oh hell yeah! I love this song.. Say Vertin, do you dance? "

The timekeeper pondered for a bit and gave her an answer "I do, why? "

"Well, would you like to dance with this pirate? I think that'll be fun"Regulus stood up and stretched out her hand, Vertin, slightly surprised by the sudden request, but accepted it, taking Regulus's hand into hers.

" Though be aware that this pirate may not be the best at dancing, but will certainly try her best" It's been awhile since both had danced, and more so with someone but none of that mattered right now, they're just here to have fun. Dancing to the beat of the music, as both moved to the rhythm, a few slip up's here and there but is still going strong. Going with the flow of the music, both have actually made a good dancing pair, being able to move to the rhythm easily and adjusting their movements to near perfection. Despite not even having steps in mind, both have their own, synchronized and adapting as the music goes on. It felt like walking on air as they continued to dance, they kept this on till the music ended and both were exhausted.

"I must say, you're a great dancer Regulus"

"Thanks, you're not half bad yourself, we should do this more often" "I'll check if my schedule can free up a bit"

They realized that it was near dark soon, both headed back into the suitcase, walking and talking about their interest, plans and anything really. They've grown into each other's company, and they wouldn't have it any other way, a captain and her second best mate, a bellwether and her first follower.

[witchmoon]

by our red string of fate.

Part 1

Pairing: Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem! Reader 

Summary: Aemond returns to King’s Landing for Aegon’s name day celebration during the midst of war. Immediately he regrets his decision to join the festivities, threatening an existential crisis, but then a mysterious beauty catches his attention - intriguing his jaded heart. It’s an unlikely place and the most inconvenient of times, but somehow he's renewed by the prospect that he could finally have a love he’s never known. 

Word Count: 4.6k 

Author’s Note: Third person perspective, reader/she (Y/N) is from an unspecified house with limited knowledge of the Targaryens. Some deviation of timelines and of HOTD canon/ details. Multi-part wip / slow burn, angst, eventual NSFW (lots!), language, soft feels.

I just want to write about Aemond falling in love, so the story is hyper-focused on the two mains-only without a lot of scene setting and background regarding the dance. Hope you stick around and enjoy! Comments/asks welcomed. LMK if you want to be tagged.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

don’t stop trying to find me here amidst the chaos. though i know it’s blinding, there’s a way out. say out loud, we will not give up on love now.

Sometimes Aemond wonders why he still shows up for shit like this, especially when the attendance is so insufferable. Not that he doesn’t occasionally enjoy hearing his name mentioned in mixed tones of reverence and fear when he returns home.

Admittedly, he does find the soft whispers amongst the crowd of highborn families that his mother insists on periodically inviting to court dryly amusing, but only just.  

The attention can also prove a nice stroke to his ego every once in awhile, but it isn’t important to him the way it might have been before the war started. The pointed compliments and overt side-glances his way seem particularly insincere, holding no significance, as every person in the room fails to override his growing boredom.

Heavens save me.

Aemond begins to seethe at the fuckery of it all, and the night continues to progress with no clear end in sight. Time passes and with every moment that it does, his interest in remaining present depletes.

It’s unsurprising in consideration of how the conversations stay surface-level, lacking quality as the topics float weightless and repeating, forever removed from reality. Even with so many moon turns passed, everything still seems to remain relatively ordinary. No- dull as shit, he internally counters. Its personally stifling within the confines of the Red Keep.

He hates it here. The lack of evolution disappoints Aemond, even despite his expectation already residing at an all-time low. But what could be expected? Certainly nothing more from the self-indulgent snobs so far up their own asses as they regale in false self-importance, and definitely not when they maintain this guise for their foolish king’s name day celebration. What a farce.

His train of thought compels him to consider the raised dais where his idiot brother currently sits, already several cups deep into his spirits. Aemond can’t help but roll his eye, a habit he’s no longer keen to conceal. He’s grown tired of putting on fronts, especially for his family, wearing his emotions more easily on his sleeve so to speak.

Disdain and bitterness reignite at the sight of Aegon, selfish prick that he is, weaving back into Aemond’s marrow as he reflects on the many sacrifices he continues to make in the name of honor, loyalty and duty. And for fucking what?

i don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though i may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful…

The wine is weak, the food is tasteless and the music - abhorrent. He swears he’s going to gut the damn jester that keeps circling the main floor if he sees him again, envisioning the crimson pool that would undoubtedly ruin his newly polished boots in his mind’s eye, were he to act on the impulse.

It wouldn’t be worth it and Mother would be none too pleased…

Convincing himself of this, it’s actually not lost on him that he’s spent his entire life actually living within and throughout this ever-growing debacle. So many nights just like this, and the irony of such staggering a truth becomes too fucking rich. He blames his father most of all for this, but there are other factors too, ideas less congruent, but convincing all the same- he’s been cursed since birth.

His aversion to remain in this hall, in the entirety of this damnable Keep, only builds. The mood of Aemond is a transformative black and he’s past annoyance when more people fill the space, to the point it feels like everything probably should implode on itself. And he can’t say he wouldn’t welcome this, even if it meant his own demise, because at this point who fucking cares?

but when i move into the world, it feels like a moral fall- like seeking love in a whorehouse.

Alas, it does not. But the cynicism within him just keeps expanding. He can only blame himself. Just lay in it then, and try to be civilized.

Truth be told, the appeal for him to do anything these days that didn’t include partaking in the plotting for destruction and so many endless deaths during war meetings, or patrolling for visible threats from the sky on Vhagar had been strong. He’s convinced it must have been in a moment of weakness, during one of his deep bouts of loneliness, that the invitation bearing raven had conveniently arrived to him.

Aemond can’t justify any other reason than this, for he’d made haste to King’s Landing without any true forethought upon receipt of his mother’s handwritten request. Why had he been so easily swayed? Was it because life of late felt reduced to boring days, an unknown future, an irregular sleep, repeat? Yes, likely. But these were weaknesses better kept under wraps.

He smirks at such an unmerciful fate, but mostly to himself when he turns again to the main table, witnessing in real time as his only living parent bestows Aegon with a small surreptitious slap at something mouthy he’s just said towards her. In all these years, nothing ever changes.

Their grandsire holds Aegon in a death glare full of contempt by her side, utterly disapproving as well, which is something Aemond finds satiric. After all, wasn’t this what The Hand had always wanted for The Greens? Irreverent power and glory, Aegon upon the throne…such folly.

i can hardly breathe, and now you're right above me and your shadow suffocates.

The Keep had momentarily seemed a welcoming concept, but the present is too sobering a contradiction, impossible to ignore now. Sadly, the notion that he’d feel differently for this homecoming was once more proving false.

He can’t deflect responsibility, knowing his decision in actuality has been swayed by the growing weariness of violence - how tired he is of constantly being on the defense; forever at odds with his heart, his soul. It all feels heavy, a burdensome weight that will not hold much longer. What is my purpose? Although he will never admit this to anyone, he’s begun to lose sight of what he’s even fighting for anymore.

He needs something else to focus on for a while. A spark of interest would be nice, anything might do, as long as it could keep him from lashing out in anger - mostly at himself. Or worse, he could go spiraling downwards, back into the deep abyss of his emotions for a long-term residence. Just wither away into nothingness, and he has half a mind to let it happen. Fuck it all.

The actuality of all this flits across his mind, leaving the room suddenly muted to his ears. He shuts out the conversation he’s been involved in for an undisputed amount of time. Interestingly, the group surrounding him is littered with several lords and ladies that used to scoff and shirk at him a mere handful of solar cycles previously.

Hypocrites, cowards, utter cunts - the lot of them.

It doesn’t really matter to him though, these fools from a bitter and harrowing past, nor their opinions. Instead he inwardly returns to a more pressing matter up for his contemplation - the emptiness he’s been feeling for awhile, how internalized and damaging it still is.

He thinks of the way it all stacks up against him, how it’s reduced him to a man underwhelmed, unfulfilled… and the greatest issue of all, unloved. This is something Aemond is forever conscious of, and it’s like he’s suddenly experiencing the same oppressive state he’d lived in for so much of his youth, a time in which he was not in control whatsoever.

Once upon a time, he had been soft - a dreamer with a lot of heart to give. Unfortunately, by no fault of his own, his sensitive nature had proven detrimental, swiftly making him the target of many immature, albeit cruel intentions. Even despite being a Targaryen son, he’d constantly found himself the brunt of jests amongst his eldest brother and younger kin alike.

It had been a callous awakening, one that both fed his deep-seated feelings of inadequacy and expanded his burgeoning anger, turning him more spiteful with age.

What the fuck?

He wonders why these memories are suddenly seeking their re-emergence, particularly when it feels like he’s already spent a lifetime making painstaking efforts to finally move beyond such devastating haunts.

But it never really leaves him.

In defiance of persistence, self preservation and all he’s mastered, everything he’s proven of himself through accomplishment and challenge, some things still refuse to detach themselves from him. They are core memories that shall remain forever tied to the very matter of which he’s made, and because of this, he’s tried to make peace with their aggravation.

Even still, it’s a nuisance for him when he considers his own personal defects, how ingrained they seem, like a sustained poison in his blood. Inescapable fallacies that others have convinced him of, no matter his renowned skills as a swordsman, his impressive mount on the biggest dragon in the world, all his knowledge - the rarity of an education that is vast, uncommon… the notoriety of his crimes.

Am I not more than this?

He’s flawed - yes, as painfully aware of this truth as he is of his demons, so many well-acquainted old foes that have been around his entire life, lurking endlessly. They’re more repressed than before, but Aemond doesn’t think they’ll ever truly leave him, and he’s inclined to accept this damnation too.

But try as he might to tamper it, he feels primarily defined by his navigation and survival through neglect and bullying, at being physically maimed and sexually taken advantage of at a young age, none the wiser at the time. It’s all very tragic, even still, and yet he’s tired of being married to the victimization of it all.

He often wonders what’s so terribly wrong with him that every day, it feels like Westeros is trying to strangle him. As if she’s been trying to do this for his entire life - kill him slowly. And this plausibility doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility as he sardonically considers his existence, how shit it’s been, that the bitch might actually be succeeding in the endeavor.

It's an ever-present thorn in his side, and it feels deeper tonight, the stab somehow greater. He feels like disappearing or giving up, and the decision to give in only persists in the absence of an anchor - one he’s been in dire need of for some time.

If only there was a new strength from which he could draw, something powerful that he might feel inclined to cling to. His mind reels at what could possibly keep him grounded, give his life meaning, keep him sane enough to remain in this living hell.

But hope is a foreign concept, a dangerous entertainment that Aemond doesn’t make a practice of, and happiness is even more evasive. For him, there’s no miracle waiting in the wings for the perfect moment to unveil itself and show him kindness. There’s no fortress from which to seek refuge within, no bastion or brave defender to come to his aid, no salve to erase all the hurt in his torn heart. It’s a lost cause.

He knows that coming here tonight has been a grave mistake.

no dawn, no day, i’m always in this twilight.

He wants to move, but the will to do so momentarily abandons him, leaving him to remain trapped within himself. His singular vision loses focus as his stare shifts to the intricate flooring before him, a distracting pattern of which he really isn’t seeing. It’s not promising, but he’s somehow hoping the ground might miraculously deign mercy upon him by opening up and just swallowing him fucking whole.

He holds his breath, willing this occurrence, but of course it's all for naught. Then, as if from the end of a dark tunnel, he hears the familiarity of his name, spoken and echoing, drawing him back to the present. He begins to anticipate the confused stares from the group he’s been standing with, though no genuine conversing has taken place thus far.

When his mobility reinstates of its own accord, he shifts his weight to buy some time before looking up to consider the lord who’s asked him... something. He knows not what, nor does he care, but upon Aemond’s vision refocusing, he’s not seeing them or anyone - only her.

in this light, i swear you’re mine.

It's a mysterious occurrence, the way time works - how the stars seem to have finally conspired to align with opportunity and chance. And for the first time tonight, perhaps ever, he finds himself captivated.

The crowd has split, forming a clear path from where he’s standing to the opposite end of the room. He swears his traveling gaze has been moved by some greater force, something he cannot name, beckoning him. It must be true, he’s convinced as the connection he’s feeling with the nameless woman increases.

The air becomes charged with renewed energy, a unique heat that seems untainted by pretense. And it’s heat that flourishes within him now - inexplicable, drugging when he realizes all at once that she’s staring back at him. Only him.

There’s a curiosity to their exchange, the way it goes on in silence, in secret. It’s everything but fleeting, what they’re sharing from afar. And although it's from a great distance, he knows this could be something of substance, worth pursuing. Something unnamed within him spurs this idea, urging him into action to seize this unexpected opportunity, but then she looks away and he’s completely startled.

Suddenly, Aemond cannot breathe. She is fucking beautiful. From his remote observation, this is clear, but he’s also sensing something else about her. Aside from the obvious, that she’s literally the most stunning person in the room, that he has probably ever seen, her energy is not supporting this fact.

It perplexes him.

Amid the many exquisite objects within this opulent hall, she outshines them all, easily taking center stage. But what’s drawing Aemond the most, putting him on the highest of alerts, is the unease he senses emulating from her. She looks about ready to dart from the stale festivities, as if she’s simply gathering her nerve while mapping out her next move in order to see this realized.

Take me with you.

Actually, she looks exactly the way he feels, and intuitively he knows that she is someone he needs to have in his life. He’s still staring when she unexpectedly looks at him again, and with this second glance - a feeling of pure elation begins to take root within him. The air rushes to enter his lungs once more.

Suddenly he feels alive again, awakened from the dead at long last.

i looked at him with unexplainable recognition, i stared at him with a burning throat and teary eyes.

It’s time to panic.

Truth be told, she hadn’t meant to stare for as long as she had, and then again. It's definitely not something she’s prone to do - fixate on strangers, especially considering how uncomfortable it’s always made her when on the receiving end of such attentions.

But in her defense, dear cousin had recently disappeared, leaving her to her own devices without any formal introductions. Thus, voiding any and all potential attempts at social interactions on her own, should she have chosen to pursue them.

She had not, and it wasn’t a great loss for her either, as the night so far had proven rather stale - falling flat despite its nauseating frivolity. And yet, as a first-time visitor to the capital with limited knowledge of court customs, being put out like this felt like a blow, like abandonment.

It did not bode well with her to feel less than, misplaced, unwelcome. And these were all issues she’d been struggling with since arriving, trying desperately to maintain a sense of calm confidence that she did not actually feel an iota of.

In honesty, she could have anticipated this if only she’d removed the figurative rose colored lenses from which she’d been trying to experience tonight through.

It wasn’t fated to be ideal though, as she had immediately sensed something malignant from the moment she’d walked through the entry door earlier. Bittersweet, but unsurprisingly, it left her longing for the solitude of home with its rolling lands, the beauty evergreen.

She maintains vexation over recent decisions, once more finding herself in a situation that’s left her ill at ease - hellbent on forfeiting any and all of the night’s eventualities. If I could just get out of here. Yet, something holds her back.

Perhaps it’s the perceived lack of decorum in disappearing that stays her. Hardly - but the watchful eyes throughout the room do give her pause. Aware of the scornful judgement being passed about, in constant motion from one fiend to the next, she can’t say she’s trying to draw more attention.

She’s not senseless either, having been told numerous times of the weight this invite held - one of generosity and privilege and opportunity. In theory, it had seemed plausible, so she hadn’t dismissed the importance of impression that kept being pressed upon her every day leading up to now.

And now, there’s contradiction at every turn - the night proving to be little more than a pitiful show of extravagance. A colossal inconvenience to celebrate and placate an unworthy man-child.

As if I really give a shit about this Aegon twat.

He apparently IS the king, but she really fails to comprehend this as fact. From her personal observation, he appears more juvenile than ruler, all tired eyes and messy hair. He’s wearing a permanent scowl of disinterest too, as he begins making his rounds amongst his guests. It’s plain to see he’s intoxicated, struggling at times to stay upright on his two feet.

Even the heavy crown atop his head fails to stay centered, impossible to maintain its position with the continuous sway of its wearer. Such a mess.

Though she finds herself wondering why she left home for this, she can’t deny the inherent need within her to be pushed - really move out of established comforts for the sake of growth. Admittedly, life had become dull enough for her to consider travel, even despite perceived dark times in the more well-known parts of the world.

The risk had been taken, and tonight was accomplishing her misguided notion to experience something new, something she’d never had before. It was definitely not a place of comfort either, but neither was it engaging as she had hoped it might be.

Perhaps a little intrigue would do some good in this social wasteland, but there is nothing, nobody.

While she wasn’t a stranger to taking inherent leaps of faith, having a rather optimistic outlook most days, nothing was presently inspiring the spark within her. Likewise, nothing was pulling her to put some faith into this night, relinquish any benefits of doubt. There was nothing compelling, nobody convincing her that this particular setting was anything other than cold and callous.

More than that though, it felt undeniably toxic, laced with the unmistaken undercurrent of condescension. And for the first time in her life she yearns to be invisible.

These are not my people and I don’t belong here.

The realization of this hits hard, at a very inopportune moment, and it's causing her cool facade to deplete significantly. It feels like she’s breaking down, on the brink of a total collapse. She could crumble and it would be so easy, but still, she hangs on.

She sips her wine and it’s disgusting, aware that any further indulgence in it won’t be worth tomorrow’s ache in the head. However, the heavy cup remains a functional prop to keep her semi-occupied with intended movement. She thinks at the very least, it's helping her blend in more with the rest of this cunty crowd, appearing like less of an outsider, less...delicate.

The thought of taking another walk around the hall seems a viable option - an attempt to kill more of this rotten evening. She finds more appeal in the notion, rather than standing still and pretending she’s agreeable with her surroundings.

Everything continues to fall away, and it’s getting harder to crawl out of her melancholic mood. Though, on a very specific level of self-awareness, she knows she’s being too critical of the situation and too hard on herself. It’s a deep flaw for her, to be constantly plagued by one’s own high expectations, equipped with the unfortunate knack of also being dramatic.

It’s a curse in many ways - limiting, exhausting, upsetting. She hates that she feels so much, so deeply. She hates the way she always ends up let down in the end. She hates the way she wants more from life, yet always comes up short.

What did you actually expect… to fall in love with a prince?

The thought is enough to get her angsty, exasperated that she could still have the capacity to be this naive, to think that such wonders might exist. Fairytales, her personal kingdom of dreams recognized, come to life. She could romanticize the idea for the rest of her days, but they’re simply that, dreams. And only dreams they will remain. Intangible.

When she considers this, and she’s done so often throughout her life, it always leaves her reeling with the harshest of realities in the end. She wonders why she puts herself through it, time and again - dreaming up a life and a love that will never belong to her.

The outcome will never change, you’re destined to be alone.

She’s too much in her head at this point and it weights her, but she’s done pretending, over the tolerance. She realizes she has to get out of here, that it doesn’t even matter where to. Just away. And suddenly there’s no more argument left within her of what she should do by staying. There’s no room left for lingering guilt either.

It’s simply time to go.

Scanning the space, she finds her exit route in record time. But beyond these four walls, she has no idea where she’s going. It doesn’t matter, I don’t care.

Although it momentarily deters her from taking action, she decides to chance one more look across the room in an attempt to locate her kin. At the very least, it would be wise to give notice of her leave for the evening, but the effort is fruitless and she’s quick to abandon the search.

That's when her eyes land on him.

are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?

Who is he?

She has no idea, though she could draw some conclusions and seven hells, he is stunning! There’s an enigma about him, a danger and acuteness to his character that exudes a well-steeped confidence. She can tell all this just by the way he holds himself, at least that’s the impression she’s receiving by his body language, the semi-defensive stance.

He intrigues her, radiant yet darkly masculine as well, and he physically stands out with his impressive height and athletic build - everything she’s attracted to. He looks important, but displaced. It’s also clear he’s disinterested with those around him, perhaps jaded by the same shortcomings in his life as she is with hers. She wonders, thinking it could be true.

The energy from him draws her the same way his appearance does, all black leather and belts, a dagger, a donned eye-patch, gorgeous long hair that is pale, glorious. Even in the dim light, it shines as if illuminated - a most mysterious beacon, working to draw out her withering heart with a renewed vibrant curiosity.

Fuck, that is lovely. She thought she was leaving, but now her feet feel heavy and she can’t look away.

A Targaryen, obviously. But who the fuck is he, which dragonlord is this? She MUST know.

He’s striking, it's undeniable, even despite looking forlorn in this current setting. Or maybe it’s just a blasé air that he keeps. It could be a front. Again, she wonders. Either way, she picks this up right away, deliberating how it isn’t obvious to the imbeciles he’s standing amongst, of how very little he cares.

Its a strange concept, like tragic art, as she spectates the scene. It's like he’s invisible, such as she, or he wants to be, such as she. He’s completely withdrawn from the conversation… and he is beautiful.

Unbeknownst to him, he’s also outwardly manifesting everything she’s been internalizing - its just something she feels, senses. The silent energy emanating from him becomes a fucking madness, moving unseen across the space, weaving through faceless bodies. And suddenly it’s crashing into her with subtle violence, summoning her in a manner that’s arcane, unintentional.

It transmits nonetheless, in a demand to feel something, anything.

She thinks she might, knowing he would be the reason, and she casts a silent wish then: look at me, escape with me. She expects nothing. And yet, it seems he has somehow received her unspoken plea with perfect aim, because almost immediately he looks up, finding her without pause, effortlessly.

It takes her breath, taken aback by the depth of his stare, even from afar. But it’s not merely the meeting of their eyes that's causing her panic to grow now.

It's the way the most beautiful man she’s ever seen maintains his stare, subtly tilting his head in acknowledgement of her existence. It’s the way he’s just excused himself from the small group he’s been standing with as she watches him finally break loose from them.

It’s the way he's walking directly towards her now with unmistaken interest.

the sadness you carry, it hangs like a ghost.

Aemond’s need to go to her is instantaneous, his mind quickly made up, surrendering to her unspoken beckoning. What he’s feeling can’t be described, but it puts him in motion with assured steps towards her, intent to maintain their connection.

The last thing he wants now is a deterrent, some dumb bastard interrupting his advancement with meaningless words and insincere praise. He can’t be fucked, especially since the exuberance of others often exhausts and bores him.

Besides, he’s not that infamous and he thinks his appearance should emit a genuine aloofness, at least enough to mark him as unapproachable.

In this moment, he hopes for it to be true.

As he continues, his boots on the stone floor leave an echoing sound - the faintest of cadences to his ears. Even the soft music that’s been playing, sounds he’d previously drowned out, return to fill his senses. He’s aware of how the room comes alive once more and how his attention hones into the finer details - the beautiful things that matter enough to hold some of his appreciation. But nothing is shining as bright, as gorgeous as her.

i’ll just tear it down, and i’ll wear it like a ribbon - give it.

His perspective is altered, biased. He’s ever grateful for the reprieve in detaching from the aimless buzz of verbal interaction. He carries on as the swooning strings from instruments and all the paintings and flickering candles in the room act as a backdrop for the dream he’s finally found himself in.

There’s a grandeur to the moment, and it doesn’t even seem like he’s in the same place as before. It's a subtle shift with great impact and to Aemond, it’s like a slow awakening of his spirit. His heart feels lighter, his chest less constricted somehow. Breathing comes more easily as he realizes he’s no longer holding everything in.

For him, tonight finally makes sense - he sees with so much clarity and with it, an aspiration to unearth something extraordinary. I am here because she is here. And she’s his focus, it can’t be misinterpreted.

This is intense, he knows it is, because he can be intense - in looks, in demeanor, in speech. For example, the effect of his set jaw and determined eye are apparent just based on the way she looks away again, like she needs a moment for herself. Like maybe she’s alarmed by him and his imminent approach…

Regardless, he can tell she’s ready to go simply by her nervous shifting of weight from one foot to the next and the way her hand grips her wine cup. It’s so obvious, but he silently demands for her to stay put, at least until he can reach her, join her.

Don’t you dare move!

As he draws closer, he realizes he hasn’t actually formulated an introduction, though. He’s been fixated on priority one - getting to her, but now that he’s almost within her sphere, it's possible he’s going to come on too strong.

It really isn’t in his nature to be aggressive, at least not towards women. But there's a fine line between that and being resolute, and he can only hope she won’t confuse the two. It gets him stressed either way, just the anticipation. And its abrupt, how the air circulating now feels to have stopped altogether.

The urge for something clean in his lungs grows more intense. In fact, it's been too many lapsed hours since he last stepped outside, so he thinks maybe this is the angle he will use with her.  

He sees her look down at the drink in her hand, then back at him with a ghost of a smile, and then away again. All these nervous habits miraculously enchanting him, though he’s aware it’s all stemmed from a discomfort and he could sympathize. He does - this brave girl.

Aemond needs to get to her, knowing this setting has become too intolerable for them both. It leads him to mull through all the potential areas he could take her to - more private areas within the Keep. He’s trying hard not to envision her on his bed though, laid out before him, but it’s a challenge not to go there…

His thoughts come up short, interrupted and replaced by disbelief in an instant. And he can see the shock on her face too, witnessing the scene in horror the moment Aegon, of all people, drunkenly clashes into her with unabashed force.

It happens quickly, the unexpected contact of his body propelling the cup she’s been holding towards herself, effectively spilling its dark contents onto her bodice and sleeve. His fiend of a brother remains unsteady, loud and obnoxious as he begins to inappropriately grope her figure with slurred and insincere apologies.

But it gets worse when he sobers just enough to focus his vision, and fully consider the beauty of the woman he’s currently offending - the one that he still holds fast within his clutches. He voices his immediate thoughts, loud enough to be heard by many.

“Heavens, what a pretty present you are! I think I shall wait to unwrap you in my chambers.”

Aemond sees fire, he walks faster.

i can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; i am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger.

The familiar sting of tears begin to surface in a rush, threatening to fall although she wills them not to. It would be so easy to cry now, and it’s something she tends to do when she’s at her limit. The frustration becomes unbearable, but she simply cannot allow this weakness to display.

Aside from the fact that everyone appears to be looking at her, the music has also stopped and the only sound filling her ears now is the seething laughter from the king. His prodding fingers are still at her waist, her lower back and his breath is hot on her ear, repulsing her just as much as his verbal filth has.

This little blond bitch, I could kill him.

She wants to scream, fueled by so much repressed anger, thinking she might act out soon if she doesn’t escape the predicament. Above all things, slapping the fool touching her is of the highest priority, but she also wants to cut out the eyes of every person currently gawking at her as if she were the problem.

She wants to combust into flames, she wants to cease to exist altogether.

Even her free hand has formed into a fist so tight that her knuckles ache, and although it's of little consequence to her, she can vaguely feel the shallow cuts her nails have begun to make into the delicate skin of her palm. Time halts and she’s burning from within, her vision clouding with rage as her arm begins to raise as if by its own accord.

She intends to lay one into Aegon’s jaw. At the very least, he deserves a slap, although the consequences will be dire. Even with this knowledge, she can’t seem to tamper the physical urge to do some harm to him. It’s the least he deserves.

How dare this fucker be so blatantly disrespectful.

Her mind is made up, he’s getting slapped and she’s determined to see this through. But suddenly her movement is blocked, stilled by a gentle pressure of long fingers wrapping securely around her forearm. A deep breath is drawn and she’s still trembling in her animosity, her embarrassment, when she turns to consider the disrupter.

To her relief and amazement, she’s met with a welcomed face, a beautiful one. It’s him, the only one she wants to see, to know.

The good Targaryen - finally, he is here.

And he is so close to her when he leans in, offering a verbal warning with a solemn tone for only her to hear.

“Don’t.”  

His touch is reassuring, sending bursts of warmth throughout her at the tenderness being exhibited. His expression however, betrays a significant degree of anger and it hardens his features further, in an impossible way. Oh gods!

She’s seeing a lot of sharp lines and hard angles, an immaculate bone structure and the most impressive scar that runs a great length down one side of his face. It hadn’t been noticeable from a distance, not really, but now it draws her. Truthfully, it’s devastating how devilishly handsome he is and how weak she’s begun to feel just being near him.

He almost doesn’t seem real, but the obvious irritation emulating from him is substantial. Even still, there's a compassion in his touch and it’s his touch alone that she feels upon her body now. It compels her to be soft again and then she is, loosening and moved by his thoughtfulness to come to her aid, offer her stability in both body and mind.

His actions ground her, and he’s respectful as he takes the emptied cup from her with his free hand, discreetly handing it to a passing servant without a word.

She’s aware of how she turns into him then, drawn to his body heat, the most natural attraction. And with Aegon now gone, a relief in itself, she feels safe - protected. The urge to throw her arms around him in gratitude is strong, but she abstains.

He continues looking at her, his face otherworldly, and he’s saying something that she cannot comprehend as her world goes quiet. She can’t capture a thought or formulate a word, feeling her mind draw a blank, abandon her while he looks on.

Her mouth turns dry and her clothes become too warm as she gets lost in the intensity of his eye, the riveting color of it. From afar she couldn’t decipher, but up close she can clearly see that it’s a glorious azure blue, rimmed by a darker hue - indicating something of further mystery, an enigma. It isn’t typical, and therefore stunning, moving her in an inexplicable way.

A soft moan escapes her lips, ever so telling of the effect he’s having, as his brow lifts with some amusement. He’s clearly heard the sound, providing some inclination to him of her desire and he can’t help but pull a small half-smirk, satisfied by this revelation. But he’s still waiting for a response, impatient once more, and he demonstrates this by reinstating his firm grip on her arm to give a slight squeeze.

She wonders if he’s always like this, communicative with gestures and touches of varying pressures. It takes her mind somewhere it shouldn’t - to a place that involves just them, their bodies and very little clothing.

Does she want to know? She isn’t certain, but he seems physically overbearing suddenly, as if he’d moved further into her unnoticed. And he might have accomplished this while she lost herself to a budding desire, envisioning what he might look like fully unclothed…what he might feel like against her, from within her.

Fuck!

His close proximity isn’t helping reel in her thoughts, as the sensual scent encapsulating him climbs to meet her senses. It's fresh, something divine, and she finds herself wanting to chase and consume. It brings a new type of fire to their shared space as she imagines her lips pressed to the exposed skin on his neck, breathing him in.

The visual finally releases her from her mind trap, and she refocuses to stare at his face, placing her hand blindly on his own without thought. She shakes her head apologetically, helplessly, needing him to repeat the question - it’s really all she can do.

He obliges her, knowing she can hear him, that she’s listening now.

“Come away with me.”

come home to my heart.

It really isn’t a question and she finds herself silently nodding in acquiesce to his demand, feeling the adrenaline begin to flourish. The only audible response from him is a deep “hmm” as they take their leave. It intrigues her, but not nearly as much as the way he walks in equal measures of grace and arrogance or how his silken hair begins to move illustrious over his back with each step taken.

To her, he is an exquisite creation, surely made from the gods and he walks as one amongst ineffectual men as he leads them through the mass of people. It’s a quickened pace that she matches, noticing the way he calls off a small group of approaching knights, the Kingsguard, with a flick of his wrist to still their advances.

Although they’re amid many watchful eyes, the music has begun again, reinstating many dancers back to the middle of the floor following the scene with the king. It offers some relief, but what she’s finding to be the greatest comfort is the contact he maintains on her elbow, at the small of her back while he guides her out of the hall.

The heat infiltrates from his hands, runs along her spine and she doesn’t mind the mild possession of his touch. It thrills, and her spirits continue lifting as something akin to hope seeks to re-enter her heart.

i promise you, i was here. i felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air, and i went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.

It’s a well kept secret that Aemond considers himself a lover, not a fighter (at least in theory), though he doubts anyone would believe this if he were ever to admit it aloud. In fact, he feels that he’s improved in reining in his more violent impulses when they arise, attempting to adopt a more critical stance on whether to act on said impulses or not.

He reflects on this now as he navigates through the Red Keep with familiarity, thinking perhaps this banal approach is prominently wrought from Lucerys’ death. He knows it is… but this is different.

Despite the beautiful woman with him, casting a curious glance his way, he’s silently fuming with a sudden need for vengeance. And the center just won’t hold, he can’t call this off now that he’s in action - moving, intentional.

As such, his steps are calculated, the direction mapped as they ascend a set of stairs together in record time. She follows willingly, half-dragged by his hand at a certain point, though she doesn’t complain. He’s grateful for it, and without a word, they turn down a dark corridor that takes them further through the never-ending maze of apartments and bedchambers.

His heart is pounding, the most violent of slams from within his rib cage, as his long legs carry him closer to his oldest nemesis.

you go on by finding a channel for your love…

Aegon’s behavior is always unacceptable, but tonight it’s inexcusable as well.

Tonight, it feels more personal.

In fairness, Aemond’s tolerance had already waned substantially throughout the course of the day. Though not uncommon, his brother had been acting an absolute wretch from the moment he’d risen and begun interacting - effectively wearing most everyone thin.

Still, recent events simply won’t release from his brain. His brother’s actions, specifically the ever-occurring heinous mistreatment of women, continues to spread like a plague. It’s bothersome, but whats worse is the fact that such behavior remains unchecked, tolerated, as everyone turns a blind eye time and again.

Aegon, the perpetrator that knows nothing of consequence, who could care less who he offends and hurts. Aegon, who never learns.

The loathing for his sibling is prominent more now than ever, the rage significant in power as it burns at the very core of Aemond. It threatens to spread like wildfire as he recalls the image of Aegon colliding into her, touching her, taunting her - the one whose hand he’s now holding. This exquisite darling that’s with me.

It leaves him seeing red once more, and he’s resolute to make right this gross wrongdoing, finding the catharsis absolute when at last, he does.

…and another for your rage.

There’s justification in the way Aemond storms Aegon’s bedchambers, startling the room’s occupants as he dismisses a handful of ladies already in various stages of undress.

There’s satisfaction when he knocks the wine from his brother’s hand, spilling it across the regal bedding before advancing to lay waste to every last spirit within sight, all crashing bottles and broken glass.

There's an absolution when his fist meets Aegon’s mocking face, disrupting his cavalier smile with brute force. The delivered blow drops his brother to the littered floor as so many shards seek to break the skin of his hands, his knees.

It’s an absolute agony for the king, but he continues in a deranged manner with uncontrolled manic laughter filling the luxurious space. In High Valyrian, Aemond speaks departing words of revulsion and fury and threats.

Then he’s back outside the room, the splintered door now unable to properly close as guards rush to Aegon’s aid with trepidation and no small degree of bewilderment at what’s just transpired between the siblings.

He grabs his awaiting companion’s hand then, his own showing the faint beginnings of a bruise as it takes form, darkening just beneath the surface. It’s inconsequential for Aemond, for he’s more surprised that she’s remained to wait for him despite whats just been witnessed firsthand.

He sincerely wonders how he hasn’t managed to scare her away with such a wrathful display. Yet, he’s finding a great relief in knowing he hasn’t managed to achieve this after all. In fact, he’s in a bit of awe that she’s remained. It means more to him than he could have imagined, and certainly more than she will ever know…

At present, his knuckles sting, but he doesn’t care. His heart is thunderous, but he doesn’t care.

An incredible amount of relief is washing over him at what’s just transpired through words and actions, honest emotion pent up for so long, finally released. It’s palpable, this foreign elation being felt as they retreat, backtracking so many of their steps. Even servants rush to either side of the halls so as not to remain in their wake, potentially interrupting their progress.

And he’s so certain of his menacing appearance now, just by their reactions, though he half-wishes his brother had put up a fight and tried to roughen him up. But it matters naught. At this point, his immediate intention is strictly to get himself and her to a place of privacy - as far as possible from Aegon’s blasted existence too.

Aemond huffs in spite of himself on reflection, feeling a bit bitchy over the circumstances, for this wasn’t the first impression he had wanted to make.

Too late now.

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TOMBSTONE ( 1993 ), DIR. GEORGE P. COSMATOS change pronouns as needed. author's note: this meme is reposted, as i deleted my original meme blog it was on.

looks like we win.

tell him to get on his knees.

good shot, ______.

you go to hell! 

hurts, don’t it?

i did my duty, and now i’d like to get on with my life.

i already got a guilty conscience, might as well have the money too.

you’re so lovely, darlin’.

i’m at your feet, just at your feet.

what an ugly thing to say.

does this mean we’re not friends anymore?

touch that gun, i’ll burn you down.

don’t even carry a gun anymore.

i swear i’m gonna slap someone now.

is somethin’ on your mind?

just want to let you know you’re sitting in my chair.

well, i’m real scared.

you gonna do somethin’, or just stand there and bleed?

have you seen how everybody dresses?

happy hunting.

they’re shooting at us! they’re actually shooting at us.

prettiest man i ever saw.

i could stay awhile.

maybe you should see a doctor.

you look beautiful tonight.

drinks are on me! 

you’d die for fun?

oh, i’m always happy, unless i’m bored.

what’s your idea of heaven?

i wanna move and go places and never look back.

i’m rotten.

i’ve tried to be good, it’s just so boring.

i don’t have time to be proper. i wanna live.

do you see what’s going on in the street?

somebody’s gotta do something.

can’t have a murder without a witness.

aw, hell, who cares?

don’t do this to me! 

just did like i figured you would.

i’ve not yet begun to defile myself.

i will not be pawed at, thank you very much.

that’s my loving man.

how ‘bout if i just wring your scrawny neck?

your condition’s quite advanced.

get out of my sight.

how are you feeling, ____?

what’re you doing out of bed, _____?

that is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.

it’s nothin’ like i thought.

do you see what’s happening here?

you had to be so damned smart.

they got me good.

smells like someone died.

please don’t kill me, please.

you tell ‘em i’m coming, and hell’s coming with me!

they tried to take my watch.

you’re all ugly.

we gotta find a place to hole up.

i forgave you the moment you said it.

burn ‘em all.

i ain’t got the words.

i didn’t think you had it in you.

you look like somebody just walked over your grave.

my hypocrisy only goes so far.

i’m dying, how are you?

i was in love once.

there’s no normal life. there’s just life.

i’ll be damned.

i have nothing left.

what shall we do first?

may i have this dance?

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Can I request some frat! kyle spencer fluff 🫶🏻 thank u ily

Absolutely! Not bad for an hour I hope, Writing this picturing it was happening to me 🥹, hope you like it, I love getting requests! ily more x

String lights..

*no warnings, just pure fluff*

You look in the mirror at the dress you just put on, short but not too short, just enough leg, it hugged all your curves in the right way, you felt like ripping it off and putting on your pyjamas, but Madison would force you back into it anyway, you could make it through one night right?

"Is that what you're wearing?" said Madison as she strutted her way into your room, wearing literally nothing. She absorbed the attention she attracted everywhere she went, especially parties, but you didn't mind. You preferred not to have it for yourself. " Yes, Madison, you wouldn't want me to steal the spotlight, would you?" You said sarcastically smiling, You both were so different you often wondered why you were so close. Madison shot you a smirk, " No one could steal it. We both know that," she replied while admiring herself in the mirror. " Now let's go!!" She shouted, filled with excitement for the night ahead.

You walk through the doors, Madison leading the way, straight away she darts off in the direction of a group of frat boys, what a suprise! You scan the room, you feel out of place, people everywhere dancing, drinking, flirting, playing beer pong, you definitely needed a drink if you were going to survive this. You needed to find Madison first. You walked around the downstairs searching, but she was nowhere to be seen. You notice a blonde frat boy in the distance looking at you. You admire him for a moment, but your vision was iterupped by a group of passing drunk girls. You walk your way back through the living room and to the stairs, maybe Madison was up there, you where about to take a step when you felt a tap on your shoulder, "I thought you could use this" he said handing you a drink, it was the blonde frat boy you had seen earlier, " Ahh classic frat boy move right?" you replied, you knew exactly what most frat boys were like, so you approached this conversation with caution. He let out a laugh to your reply. " I may be a frat boy, but it takes someone special to get my attention... Nice to meet you. I'm Kyle, what's your name?" He asked, " Nice to meet you, Kyle, my name is Y/N, " you said while looking him up and down, "Nice to meet you too, I've never seen you around here before but, I've seen Madison, where have you been hiding? " Kyle asked. You felt like he was undressing you with his eyes as he asked that. "I'm a pretty private person, I like to keep myself to myself, I'm not really a party person. I guess Madison is trying to change that, " you said. You replayed the many times Madison had tried to drag you out in your mind. You knew there would be many times to come too, " Well, I don't think you should change yourself. You seem pretty cool," Kyle replied with a smile. These words made your heart beat faster. You took a big gulp of your drink to level your head out, Kyle laughed at you downing your drink and said, " So you seem pretty different to Madison, how do you know each other? Are you in a fraternity?. "We've known each other awhile now, I guess she's kinda my family, but that's enough about me, I'm sure you've got other people you want to drink with" you replied, you thought you sounded boring, but you didn't want to give too much of yourself away so soon. "Wow, the first pretty girl I've met that doesn't want to talk about herself," he said while laughing. "You felt your cheeks heat up at him calling you pretty, "I won't leave you standing here alone. Let me make you a drink, and we can go and sit down. He said as he pointed in the direction of the sofa across the room, you where surprised he suggested that you spend more time together, but the thought of it made your body heat up. You watched as Kyle began making you a drink, " Don't make it too strong," you say while laughing, "I won't," he replied, " Well that looks like it going to be strong" you said, " Come on its not, I promise, I would never lie to you" he said laughing, his laugh and smile were contagious you couldnt help but laugh in return.

You follow Kyle as he leads to the way to the sofa, and you both sit down. You notice the string lights up above lighting up your corner of the room. You see the way it makes Kyle's blonde hair shine, and his dark eyes sparkle. He looked better than anything you had ever seen, his beauty shot right through you like a bullet. You could see him watching you. You felt embarrassed he had seen you admiring him, you watched his eyes as they scanned you, you saw him look up your bare legs, over your body until they met your eyes again, " Y/N I think you look beautiful tonight" he, you couldnt help but smile, these words massaged your ears as they entered, your knees were touching as you were sitting so close together, " thank-you Kyle" you managed to say, red cheeked, you both took a gulp of your drinks and laughed, you felt happy right now, you hadn't felt this happy in awhile. Your thoughts were interrupted by the shouting of Kyles frat clan, cheering at a beer pong game," You don't seem like a frat boy, you seem different to your friends" you said while watching them at the beer pong table, " I have fun with them, they are like my brothers, but I've got real plans for my life you know, I want to make something of myself, I want to be taken seriously, I want to be an engineer" he replied, his eyes filled with passion and hopefulness, this only made youbmore attractive to him, he wanted more for himself, he had more depth than anyone in this party, you loved that. You said, "I think that's really great, Kyle, I think you will be an amazing engineer when you get there, I'm sure you can do anything if you put your mind to it" you really did think he would be successful, his passion and determination seemed so strong. You watched as he smiled. He looked so happy to hear you say that. You felt like he didn't get that kind of support from his frat members. "Thank you Y/N that means a lot." he said as he placed his hand on your knee. The feeling of his bare skin on yours sent pulses through your body, it seemed like it sent pulses through his, too.

"I'm glad you came tonight Y/N" he said, still keeping his hand on your knee. "I'm surprisingly glad I came too," you said. You had never been glad Madison had taken you to a party before, but this time you really were. " Not bad for a frat boy, am I?" He said laughing, this made you smile, " you are much more than a frat boy, Kyle, " you said. Kyle placed his hand on your chin to turn you closer towards him. You felt your heart start beating nearly double. You starred into his eyes and watched as his eyes moved to your lips, you couldnt help but separate your lips and let out a deep breath, you both moved your heads closer together at the same time so your lips met, you felt Kyle smile through the kiss, which made you smile in return. You both got a hunger for each other and didn't want the kiss to end. You continued to collide and felt his tongue demand entrance which you accepted, your tounges massaged each other, and you felt as though everyone in the party had disappeared and all there was were you both. Kyle broke the kiss and said, "I think you should come to parties more often," and then you continued to kiss under the string lights.

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Higher Intervention:Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 3

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Pic by aemonds-war-crime

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

Author's note: I'll see if I can get Part 4 up this week also, but if not please wait till after December 17 (the last day of my final exams) for me to update it. Thank you and enjoy :) 💖

If you want to read part 1 here it is:

And part 2 is here:

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

"Again Luce." You say as you and your younger brother go back to first position in one of the formal dances that was surely going to be danced in the ball. He sighs in frustration before straightening his back.

"I'm already engaged to Rhaena, why do I have to learn this dance?"

"Because balls are not just to find partners but to build connections. And you need to form connections to avoid people wanting to kill you or harm you." He doesn't answer as he resumes his first position. On your order the musicians begin playing again as the dance master observes the two of you. Or rather he was observing Lucerys since both you and Jace had satisfied his stringent standards of being able to dance all the probable dances that would be performed in any upcoming balls. Apparently the one coming up in a few weeks is just one of many as more and more Ambassadors and House lords arrive. It's no secret that the King may die anyday now and it would be wise for Houses and cities to have a representative here to inform them of what happens, and more importantly who was to be the new ruler.

Whomever arranged this was not being subtle about it. You have high suspicions that the Hand, Otto Hightower was the mastermind behind this. A little distateful in your opinion but then again you also have no taste for politics.

"A little faster master Lucerys."

You adjust your speed to match Luce's as you to head to the turn.

"You're doing better Luce." You say giving him some positive encouragement. He smiles at you relieved. And his performance subtly but significantly improves.

"Not bad master Lucerys, but I know you can do better. But since it has been awhile we will meet again tomorrow at the same time."

"Thank you ser Philip." Just as ser Philip exits Rhaena, Baela, and Jace enters the room just as you and Luce settle down to rest from the day's dance practice.

"Here's the unhatched egg you requested." Rhaena says as she hands you the box containing the unhatched Dragon Egg that has travelled with her all the way from Essos. This was one of Vhagar's eggs that is now in your possession.

"I thought you said you didn't mind not having a dragon?" Jace teased as he sat by your side across his betrothed.

"Hey you never know maybe she changed her mind." Rhaena says as she hands you the box and lifting the cover to show you the egg.

"Everyone please, it's for practicing my sketching not for hatching. It's why I'm requesting to borrow any unhatched dragon eggs that probably won't be hatching anytime soon in the future."

"Okay who else did you ask ... oh God you asked him didn't you?"

"Rhaena -"

"You asked Aemond?!" Lucerys asked in shock, his voice raising a bit. Being a bit husky from the exhaustion.

"Well he offered it to me. I just mentioned about going to the Dragonpit and asking the Dragonkeepers to borrow any unhatched eggs for sketching and painting."

"Wait, he offered?" Baela asks you skeptically raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry I was skeptical too. Then this morning before he escorted me to the King's chambers he brought a large box containing four Dragon eggs that were reasonably considered duds and have no hope for hatching." You chuckle a bit before continuing.

"I teased him that in any other context this might have been considered an engagement gift were I not just borrowing them. He of course smirked and told me that I could keep them if I really wanted to...that was all before he tried to persuade me to stop my pursuit of Clement Celtigar."

"On that one I agree with." Jace says as he holds the box containing Rhaena's dud egg as you stand up.

"You can't be serious! What's wrong with Clement that only I seem to like him? I've spoken with him a handful of times now and he seems decent." You take the box from Jace as your group goes to the hall and on your way to your parents' room for supper.

"Number one, he's a Celtigar, there's no new alliance there and their alliance is already with whomever occupies Dragonstone. Number two he is a decade older than you - "

"Jace, compared to other possible suitors, it's not that huge of an age gap."

"And Number three, if you want to maintain your neutrality, a marriage to him would ruin that and bring you back into alligning with our faction." Baela brought up a point that surprised you.

"Oh - I didn't consider that." You pass by your room to leave the box containing Rhaena's dragon egg. Beside the box Aemond gave you. You have plans to arrange it later for your sketches. Both boxes were on your table with some distance away from the fire.

You and your other siblings make your way to your parent's chambers which doubled as the family dining room for the blacks. This was your first time dining with them since openly declaring neutrality. The King has told you to dine with your family on both sides since he didn't want you dining alone and to further isolate yourself from them.

"Alys."

"Stepfather." You greet as your mother has just settled down. You go nervously to her as you haven't disclosed your intention to remain out of the conflict between her and the Queen.

Fortunately for you your mother calms down your anxieties as she opens her arms to you and you go into her embrace.

"Mother."

"Oh my dear sweet girl."

"I hope you're not too mad at me mother." You say into her shoulder as she hugs you hard.

"On the contrary I'm quite proud of you for sticking what you believe in. You've always sought more pacifist ways to end our conflict."

"That's because I don't want anyone to die because of this."

"I hate to break it to you Alys but there will be bloodshed no matter what you do." You hear Daemon say as your mother releases you from her embrace and you sit beside her as the servants bring in your dinner.

"With all due respect stepfather, that's no excuse for me not to try."

"No offense taken, I just fear that your idealism may mean the death of you stepdaughter."

"Mmm fair enough stepfather, but if we don't strive to do better and we stop aiming for dreams, then how can we hope for things to become better?"

Your siblings collectively react with ooohs and aaahs around the table and Daemon simply smiles at you. His expression saying that he still doesn't agree with you, but he also knows now is not the time to rebut. Now was a time to relax as a family away from the whispers of the courtiers.

This is what you miss from when all of you were simply in Dragonstone. Things were more casual since only family members would dine in the inner most dining room with the exception of guards doing their perimeter walks and the servants who would bring in more food.

"Oh by the way I have got something that may interest you Alys." Baela says as as she slices off a chicken leg before placing it on her plate.

"There's going to be a party in town at King's Landing."

"Baela."

"Don't worry father we'll wear something to cover our hair."

"I already know what you're going to say but go ahead."

"I was just wondering if Alys would be interested in joining us that's all."

"How come I didn't know of this?" Luce asks as he nearly swallows his food whole - nearly choking in his eagerness.

"You were busy practicing the formal dances with Alys and Jace was practicing his High Valyrian with the maester."

"Oh this was when you two were going shopping around town earlier?" Your mother asks as she eats a slice of fruit that she sucks the juice from before disposing the remnants on her plate. She's been making sure to eat lots of produce to make sure your incoming sibling is as healthy as he or she may be.

"Don't worry stepmother we made sure to have guards with us."

"And I could always just punch someone who gets to close."

"Baela." Rhaena tries to discourage her twin but Baela simply smirks at her as Daemon laughs.

"Don't worry you boys are also invited. That way if no one wants to dance with us then at least we'll just dance with each other."

"Oh so you're inviting me in as a hook?" You tease as you take a bite of a pear.

"Well you are the best dancer among us and you have no problems adjusting to dancing with strangers."

"I had to - otherwise my feet would be injured and I might have to be carried back."

"When is this happening girls?"

"At around twilight the day after tomorrow." Rhaena says after she gets a fruit from the bowl.

"I'm fine with it. What do you think Daemon?"

"As long as there are guards to accompany them. The greens could have spies all over town and may cause unfortunate things to happen to any one of you."

"Oh Alys, why don't you invite your new friend whom you've been discussing our Valyrian culture with. Ser Ion was it?"

"Oh yes how is he by the way?"

"Implying something Luce?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he laughs. Your relationship with Ser Ion has been going well. He was probably one of your closest confidants now that you've informed him and showed him your powers. Your meetings with him now have also extended to a private courtyard that wasn't being used by anyone and was in the black faction's control. In this courtyard you were able to begin seeing what you are currently able to do with your mysterious powers. Which currently means that you could make flames bigger or smaller, you could make sparks come forth from you. Of course you were still working on making sure the sparks only come from your hands and not from your nose or mouth whenever you sneeze. You will admit that when it comes to your powers he was more on the impatient side, but that only encouraged you to do your best more.

"Maybe he could be your partner so that you will at least have someone you know to dance with." Your mother says as you pour her goblet with warmed water.

"Does he even know how to dance?"

"Jace you don't need to know formal dances for this kind of party."

"Oh don't worry about it Rhaena, Jace just doesn't want me to have a familiar partner that's all."

"I'm just looking out for you Alys" he says with a smile before he takes a bite of pheasant.

"I've only spoken with Ser Ion a handful of times and he seems to be infatuated with you somehow."

"I'm sure you're just imagining things. He's just a friend and teacher."

"Have you seen the way he looks admirably at you?"

"I admire his knowledge too and training too!"

"If that's the case why haven't you considered him as a potential husband?"

"Jace that's enough. If your sister doesn't see him as a partner then don't force it. Some things cannot be forced." Your mother says with authority causing him to back down.

You hear Daemon begin chuckling.

"If you want to make things interesting..." Everyone waits for him to finish his comment.

"She could always invite the One-eyed prince."

"Daemon."

"Surely you aren't blind to the way he looks at her or how he almost takes all of her other free time, Rhaenyra."

"On second thought stepfather, I'll just ask if Ser Ion is free." You know better than to invite Aemond to any sibling outings. You may be the exception to his grudge against your mother and your siblings but you also don't want any blood to spill or any blows exchanged on what should be a party to relax.

The day of the party came and one more week was reduced for the formal ball wherein you would be meeting various diplomats and ambassadors arriving in King's Landing. This is probably the best time to simply enjoy the music and revel in the lack of formality that will in no doubt be in full force for the upcoming ball.

Baela and Rhaena were wearing veils that wrapped around their distinctive white hair, and on top of that they wore hats that allowed them to blend in more with the general crowd of King's Landing. You, Jace and Luce didn't have to worry about that problem since you didn't stand out from the general crowd. Your hair was on a simple ponytail since you don't want any hair on your face as you dance around. The gown you wore was shorter, stopping just above your ankles so that the chance of it getting dirtied or mudied would be reduced if not eliminated entirely.

"How are you feeling?" Ser Ion asks you as you hold his arm walking by the streets as you watch both your siblings and step siblings run ahead of you, leading the way to where the party spot is located. In your periphery you see some familiar faces of the guards that are dressed like the common man as they look after you and your siblings.

"More relaxed actually. Unlike back in the Red Keep nobody notices how unusual we are. Or if they do, they don't care. We are simply people on our way to an open party to hopefully enjoy ourselves. It's times like these when sometimes I wish I was born as a common woman. But then I remind myself that they too have problems that are not my concerns right now. And yet I can't help but feel they are just more in touch of what life really is or at least how it's supposed to be."

"We all want what we can't have my lady Alys."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"What is it that you envy about others?" You and he take a seat beside your siblings and he takes a seat beside you, occupying the place at the edge of the table that was perpendicular from where you were. The hosts of the party began serving food to all the guests present. The food was more hearty and less extravagant than what was served in the Red Keep and in Dragonstone. Nevertheless it was still satisfying and hearty. You particularly love the rye bread and the apple pie that was served.

"I often envy the true companionship some have. I only have my parents and my siblings but it seems even then I still find myself lonely and longing for an equal who understands my perspective."

"Surely that isn't true. You must have had friends."

"Friends don't always share the same perspective my Lady Alys. Friends share companionship but not always the same mindset or values."

"Oh I know what you mean, but then again most of my friends are also my family. The few that are outside I have made...once they find out that I am the first born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and elder twin sister of Jace Velaryon...they either shrivel up in fear, admiration, or they struggle to overcome everything else that have made me who I am rather than the friendship we have shared up until that point. But I don't blame them, even though now I am officially the only person in my family who isn't a dragonrider."

"Not to mention your other...talents that we are now studying together. While I am flattered that you have chosen me to confide in, why not also tell your mother at the very least."

"I love my mother, but she has also other matters that are stressing her now. My grandfather could be dead any day now, and it is only my hidden talents that seem to be delaying his death. If there is no solution to the incoming Civil War she would either be dead or would order death. And I don't want either to happen to her."

"And you think she wouldn't suddenly be worried or angry at you that you concealed your talents from her for how long?"

"Given the environment we are in now, it's more dangerous to confide in a place where the walls have ears."

"You've confided in me in those same walls."

"I don't know why but when I'm around you I feel safe to share anything and everything. It's as if you have given me the privacy I long for in this place."

You look up as the musicians begin playing and a few dancers begin go towards the center and begin dancing. You weren't finished with your dinner yet so you and Ser Ion were still seated as you watched both sets of siblings join the dancers with their respective betrotheds. Rhaena for all her grace shown in formal dances, didn't have the looseness to really partake in informal street style dances. She was too stiff even with Lucerys as a partner who was much better dancing in these types of dances. Baela and Jace easily blended in with the dancers and seamlessly was able to switch partners and back.

"Perhaps we should join the next dance?"

"It's still early, I'll wait for the dance after that."

"I recall promising your parents that I would return you in an appropriate time."

"And it would be really suspicious if I were to exit early before either of my siblings."

"Fair point."

"ALYS! Join us!"

"After my meal Baela." You raise your cup to her before finishing it's contents and taking your time to eat your food.

Once the four of them returned to your spot exhausted, you knew it was your turn to enjoy yourself as soon as the musicians began playing again.

"I'm sorry Luke but I think I'll be sitting down for the rest of the party."

"It's okay Rhaena, hey maybe you could recommend some things to eat!"

"You're still hungry Luke? Even after the four of us have just danced?"

"Hey I haven't developed your stamina Jace."

You slide out from your seat as you began making your way to the dance area.

"Um Alys, I think they're just playing some accompaniment since a lot of people are back in their tables and eating again."

"Then that means there's more room for me." You tell Rhaena as you allow yourself to be moved by the music.

You found that you didn't care if people were looking at you funny or if they were gossiping at your audacity at being the only one willing to dance at the moment. Every random step, every movement you made, was yours and no one - even if they joined you - could take that away from you. The more you danced, the more livelier the music became.

Soon you found yourself joined by strangers. Mostly of the male variety, and soon you found yourself dancing with almost every male. Ser Ion intervened and joined in when one of the strangers began to touch inappropriate places that you could only brush off as you were dancing. And soon he twirls you off and you find yourself dancing for awhile with your brothers before leading yourself back into Ser Ion's arms. All of it was a blur but from what you can recall, two men held your hand as the lead you to momentarily dance on a platform and lead you back down to the center of the dance area.

The music finally stopped and you ended with a twirl and a form of a curtsey to everyone as people clapped for your performance.

"Oh my - I knew you were a very good dancer, but Alys you were phenomenal!" Baela says still clapping her hands as you, your brothers and Ser Ion return to your spot.

"It's almost as if your feet were barely touching the ground - and the way that you moved! Oh that's how I want to dance."

"Thank you so much girls."

The rest of the night was you being a more requested dance partner to multiple males and sometimes to a group of women around your age.

You spent the days leading up to the minor ball getting to know the different courtiers both from major houses and minor houses, those who were more likely to side with your mother and those who were more likely to support Aegon and Queen Alicent's side - mainly through Aemond introducing you to them. And as much as you tried to ignore it, Aemond was right once again that marriage proposals from both sides have begun being sent your way. There was a funny incident wherein both a Lannister representative and a Baratheon representative sought you out at the same time, began arguing among themselves about who was the better match for you. Meanwhile you sneaked away into the private courtyard where you meet Ser Ion to practice your powers.

Speaking of your powers, you have managed to more effectively control the fire. It turns out you were letting it control you to the point wherein you came to fear it - or rather you couldn't distinguish between fearing it and fearing the responsibility of control over it.

"Fear is not the same as respect. Respect has an adequate amount of fear but it does not allow it to become irrationally uncontrollable." Ser Ion says as he observes you controlling the flames. This time the exercise was controlling multiple fire sources without affecting the other. On front of you was a set of five candles. The left most candle was supposed to have the largest flame while the right most candle should have the smallest. Fortunately those two were easy to do, it was the flames in between them that was tricky for you.

"Have faith in yourself, you've done it before with just three candles."

"Five candles are a very different experience."

"Don't be afraid to approach it one by one. I could feel your impatience to control all of them at once. If you do that your mind will be too overwhelmed. It's better to focus on one candle at a time."

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Honing in on the energy you feel connected to from the candle flames. You take his advice and focus on the second to the left candle. The flame should be large but not as large as the left most candle. You allow yourself to reach out and connect with the energy of the flame, be one with it in your mind.

"That's it, now make it slightly smaller than the one to the left."

Fire as Ser Ion has explained, is a process of energy at work. Combustion he calls it, and it engages all the senses at work which gives it an almost divine status among people. It takes a lot of work to even make a fire, and it takes work to maintain it, though it eventually burns out.

"In plenty of ways it is similar to how the body processes food. According to several much more advanced medical scholars, it is through the burning of the food in our bodies that we receive the nutrients it offers."

He explains one time as he thoroughly discusses the mechanics of fire in itself.

"Does that also translate to the fire in our souls?"

"Of course, those who diminish or do not feed the fire in themselves will only merely survive not thrive. The Divine fire within us urges us to move, to make things matter, to breathe and live the life that was given to us. Of course if you feed it too much it would add to impulsiveness and delusions of pride that such people are entitled to anything and everything."

"My I'm impressed. You really have such a deep insight Ser Ion."

"Please, I'm merely saying the words of my actual teacher long ago. It is she who deserves the credit for everything and anything I know relating to fire."

Thankfully these discussions and exercises were enough so far to keep any unusual events from happening. You weren't sure how but somehow Ser Ion managed to keep your practices and discussions a secret from the rest of court. The very place wherein anyone who had even a slice of power and influence had their own spy network. This is one among some topics that Ser Ion would not discuss with you. Perhaps its to protect his own hidden spy network and that was how your powers were kept hidden from the rest of court as long as you practiced with Ser Ion.

A week before the minor ball, a rather interesting delegation arrived at court from Essos. Curious about it, your grandfather chose to sit on the Iron Throne after you secretly gave him energy and strength that he could afford not to be drugged on milk of the poppy.

Both factions took their respective sides. From where you were at your grandfather's side, the greens were settled at the right and your mother's faction was to the left. The crowd of courtiers making way for the new delegation from all over Essos. Lead by one of the diplomats who has been called back to formally end his service and to retire after he had sent word that his replacement was ready to take his place as the official ambassador for the Seven Kingdoms.

"Your majesty, in honor of your religious tolerance along with their respective holy priests and priestesses, I present you three women who have been verified by their respective religions to have direct access to their respective Gods. They have volunteered to be in court to provide their spiritual services in addition to enlightenment about their respective faiths."

You hear the courtiers begin to murmur among themselves. From what you could hear, some were doubting the legitimacy of the three Holy women. While others were more curious about why exactly they volunteered their services here of all places.

"First is Reyna, the mystic of Pentos. She prefers to not know your questions or problems before the consultation, that way her messages will have a better chance of being pure." A lady about middle aged wearing a veil which hid her light brown hair.

"And may I ask what Faith the mystic Reyna represents?"

"I represent the spiritual faith your majesty. I am merely a messenger of any deity or spirit that chooses to communicate with whomever seeks my services. Anyone who has doubts need only to find me." She courtsies again and walks to the side allowing for the next Holy woman to present herself. Based from her looks she appears to be the eldest among the three. Her once black hair now graying from age, and yet she was still in your opinion, beautiful to look at.

"Second your majesty, is Agnes from the Andalos hills. The Prophetess for the Faith of the Seven. As approved by the High Septon your grace." Lady Agnes bowed instead of courtsey. Understandable since it seems her knees were not as it once was. When she straightened herself she looked at you straight in the eye.

"It is fortunate that you have your granddaughter by your side your majesty. It is because of her presence that you once again have strength to move and a clear mind to think. As long as she is by your side, and as long as she is alive, the pain from your leprosy is reduced. This is one among many Divine gifts she has and you greatly benefit from it."

While you hear your stepfather scoff, you couldn't help but feel a shock that you hoped no one saw in your face. How-How did she know? The only person who knows about your hidden talents is Ser Ion. Maybe some of the Maesters whom you worked with for some medical education but as far as you know, no one else knows. But then again, you are in a place that is thriving with spies for different factions and houses.

"I see, my dear Alys seems to be the few people who could see beyond the squabbling. I thank her for that everyday." Agnes bows and goes to Reyna's side. Now looking at the two of them beside each other, they might be mother and daughter. It would explain why the three of them decided to be together despite having different faiths and beliefs.

"Last but not the least your grace, I present to you the Red Priestess Kara from Asshai. Representing the faith of R'hllor or the Red God." A beautiful woman, whom by her appearance seems to be around your age clad in red clothing make her way to courtsey before the King. Her features confirm your supicions since she has dark black tied up slightly to not have any hair bother her vision.

"A pleasure to be in the services in your court your majesty."

"Thank you Priestess Kara, I hope despite how much decor from the Faith of the Seven, you will be comfortable here."

"Speaking of hope your grace." Just like Agnes she turns towards you, but this time her eyes turn white and her voice changes - it is difficult to describe but it's as if two people are speaking at the same time. And it sent chills down your spine.

"When you are in doubt of what to do or where your journey is headed Princess Alys, just remember the words of your father. The words that allowed him to defeat the morningstar."

Her eyes return to normal, she shakes her head a bit before saying farewell - this time only in her regular voice - as the three along with their respective companions from their faiths. Except for Reyna but you couldn't tell what exactly is their relationship.

What was that message? You wondered what she could mean. You hear the courtiers gossiping. You've read enough with the Maesters to know that not all prophecies are accurate or even true. You weren't sure how true the cryptic message the Red Priestess Kara was, but there was no doubt that by addressing this so publicly, more rumors would probably fuel the already obvious illegitimacy of you, Jace, Luce, and Joffrey. It has placed a larger target on you, and you would have to now start extending your readings beyond the comforts of Old Valyria.

You soon find yourself in the library, this time in the section that contained laws and the history of government.

"Fancy seeing you here."

"Aemond! You're finished with your training already?"

You take a moment to stretch and roll your shoulders being stiff for staying in one position for too long. Aemond takes a seat across you as he picks up one of the books you've gathered around you.

"According to the librarian you haven't left here since I escorted you here this morning. Has your scholar found someone else to interest him?"

"I told him that I had something else to study for awhile and we agreed to just meet again tomorrow or after the ball in a few days. He said something about introducing himself to the three Holy women who now reside here. The laws and government of Westeros is not in his area of interest."

"Oh? And I thought he was supposed to be a travelling scholar."

"Of Valyrian culture and what remains of it till this day. Did you know that out of all the Gods in Old Valyria, for some reason the only active and flourishing cult that still remains today is Balerion's cult? Which I find strange since one of his sacred animals is the dragon, but the main area for his cult is in Volantis who after the doom killed the dragons and their dragon riders living there."

"From what is available here, I believe the aspect of Balerion that is flourishing the most in Volantis is his aspect as the God of fire, blacksmiths, and warriors. They were probably thinking that Balerion gave them the blessing of no longer being subservient to Old Valyria and killed the dragons and the dragonriders as some sort of sacrifice. But from what you have gathered around you-" He opens the book he held and turned it to a particular page.

"This is probably what you're looking for. Not of other tales of Old Valyria and what remains of our culture among the free cities." He gives you the book with the page opened to the succession laws and jurisprudence during the time of King Jaehaerys I.

"Oh thank you Aemond." You couldn't help but smile at him as you settle the book on a book stand as you begin reading and taking notes.

"I'm sorry if I'm not going to be as conversational as I usually am. This task has rendered me mainly silent it seems."

"I don't mind that. What I do mind is you hiding your worries from me." This made you pause and you meet his gaze as you straighten up from your studies.

"Alys," he says softly as he adjusts his chair to move himself closer to you. Never once breaking your joined gazes.

"The words of the Red Priestess has worried you, haven't they?" You find yourself breathing heavily with anxiety. Before closing your eyes briefly to calm your invasive thoughts down before responding. Ser Ion was not here right now and apart from him, the only true player in court willing to listen or even truly give you the time of day is Aemond.

"It's not her words that worries me - it's that she said it in open court that worries me. Though I suppose the Red God has chosen the timing of when she says it. You saw what I saw. Her pupils disappeared and when she spoke, it's as if two voices were coming out of her." He nods and through his expression he encourages you to continue.

"I don't know what she meant by the words of my father when he defeated the morning star. But her words has emphasized how dangerous it is for me and my siblings to be here. That night I realized how I have enclosed myself in my fascination with Valyria that I have not done enough effort into arming myself for the actual battles in court. And so here I am. Starting the work I should've done long before I even stepped foot here." You take a glance at the nearby window. The sun is almost setting. The sky is not yet orange, but it is getting close. You'll have to take note of the books that you have opened and have still yet to finish.

"Though do tell me something Aemond - how did you know I would do this? I know you're observant - that's one of your strengths. But how did you connect it to my anxiety over the Priestess Kara's words?" You begin returning the books back into their proper shelves as you hear him respond.

"Simple, among all the members of your family you're the one actually paying attention to court politics and the way things actually work. Your twin is more interested in combat, your second brother is reluctant to do anything beyond being your mother's pet, and your stepsisters hide behind their grandmother."

"Alright! I see your point." While he oversimplifies what you know of your family, you also can't blame him since their history is more tumultuous than your own history with you.

"I won't bother commenting on your mother. You of all people must know how I feel about her-"

"- that still doesn't answer my question. How did you know I would venture into studies of law? For all everyone knows I could've just buried myself deeper in Valyrian studies."

You feel his fingers under your chin. Surprising, but not unwelcomed. He gently uses them to turn you away from the book case and towards his gaze.

"You want peace. You out of everyone in our family hate this tension between our families. You don't want any bloodshed to happen. That's why you declared yourself to be neutral. And that's why I'm not surprised when at the reminder of your questionable parentage you have chosen to overwhelm yourself searching for a viable solution to the ongoing conflict." As you continue gazing into his eye, you feel his fingers gently brush some stray strands of hair and tucks it back against your ear.

"No wonder the King likes you so much. You are the more decisive version of himself that he never could be."

You couldn't help but huff a little bit in annoyance. It's only looking back that you realize how his fingers never left your face.

"I already know that I am easy prey to be manipulated because I am new in court. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make. I just hope it won't be for nothing."

"Hmm" He tucks another stray hair and places it behind your other ear before his fingers leave your face and he offers his arm to you.

"By any chance do you have an escort for the ball?"

"I've decided not to have a partner. That way those who wants to pursuit me will not be intimidated by any escort I choose."

"Good choice, your scholar would have been a poor choice for courtly affairs."

"Aemond he's just a friend." You notice he has relaxed a little bit but was still tense. You wonder why he's always had a problem with you spending time with Ser Ion specifically. Sure the lady in your dreams told you that he's jealous but surely Aemond doesn't see you that way. Even when you were children he has always been more duty bound than you were. And from your own recent observations and interactions with him, while it is possible that he has a romantic companion, you also knew that he would strive to be faithful to his future wife no matter how he personally feels for her.

"I only asked him to escort me during that street party because my mother encouraged me to do so. She was worried that I would be left out because I did not have a constant partner by my side. Ser Ion was free and promised to escort me home along with my siblings."

He remains silent as he takes your hand and holds it as you two go up the stairs.

"Aemond why do you oppose my relationship with Ser Ion so much? He's one of the few outside of our family that I feel safe around."

"My instincts tell me that he is not all that he seems. It almost seems whenever you are around him, it seems you are covered in a cloak that hides you from mine or anyone's sight. I don't know how he does it, but I don't like it. You are lucky that so far there are no rumors that you two are doing anything illicit."

"How could anyone think that? I've only been with him in public spaces where anyone could see us."

"And yet whenever you are not with your family, you tend to spend it more with him than anyone else."

"Are you jealous? Is this what this is about?"

"I'm merely concerned for you." You are almost at your room, but the two of you slow down to spend more time with this conversation.

"Helaena misses you too. You've only visited her three times so far, maybe it's about time to make another visit?"

"Isn't she also going to be in the ball?"

"No, she prefers the comforts of solitude."

"I could imagine - oh wait I don't need to imagine I have memories of you also enjoying such comforts." He chuckles at this.

"Helaena and I could make arrangements. I know you feel uncomfortable around my elders, would you be more willing to visit if it was just Helaena and I?"

"Me being with Ser Ion bothers you that much?"

"I would feel better if I knew your free time wasn't monopolized by him."

"Hmmm I'll consider it - it depends on the date and whether or not I'm truly free. I wouldn't want to bore her with any of my research."

"Hm? What makes you think she was bored?"

"I know she has prophetic gifts or as some people call 'God touched' but she kept saying something along the lines of 'The desire of the Gods reveal the root of pain.' I'm not even sure if those were her exact words."

"Well if anything, it seems we can now consult our new residents over her gift."

You both pause at the balcony like arch just onfront of your door and leaning over allowed you the view of the courtyard below.

"I thought you were skeptical of anything that wasn't connected to the Faith of the Seven? I know how devout you are."

"I am not so blindly devout that I don't know the flaws of the faith. I just choose to believe in the seven in spite of the flaws of the people who serve it."

"Mmmhmmm"

"Besides, one of the Holy women now in court is a prophetess of the faith who has the High Septon's approval. If I have my doubts about the other two I could always verify it with her. She's also the one who gave you a good prophecy."

"Which we don't know is true."

"Then why are you acting so defensively?" He smirks at you as he crosses his arms.

"There's some truth in what she has said isn't there?"

Damn it. The smirk and now relaxed yet confident nature of his stance as he leans on the pillar. If you try to continue denying it now, you would look only more guilty. And with Aemond you cannot afford that.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell me what's really going on?"

"You're the better observer between the two of us - why don't you guess what's going on."

"Alys." He gives you a look of reluctance.

"I'd rather hear it from you."

"And I want to hear what you think before I do so." You hear footsteps coming quickly from one direction. You're probably going to regret this later but there is no way you're going to risk anyone else learning more about your hidden talents. Better that everyone else thinks that you and Aemond have begun sleeping together than everyone finding out and potentially exploiting the powers that you have that you are still learning to control.

After looking quickly on multiple sides you grab Aemond's hand and drag him inside your room quickly closing the door once both of you were inside.

"Alys surely it cannot be that bad-" You quickly lean over him and place a finger over his lips.

"Aemond, please. I'm counting on you to keep this between the two of us. Not even my family knows this." He attempts to speak but you quickly grab his other hand attempting to remove your finger.

"Am I making myself clear?"

You hold his gaze until he nods.

"Good, let's sit on the couch so this will be easier."

"What is so horrible that you would risk rumors of being deflowered by me?"

"Well I don't know about horrible, but it's definitely unusual."

You both settle on the couch.

"Tell me which part hurts the most right now." He studies your face for awhile. He must have noticed how serious you were.

"You're not going to like it."

"Aemond my studies included the medical knowledge taught to me by the maesters. I've seen the King unbandanged and I still held his hands. I can handle it."

After a moment of silence more, he removes his eye patch and shows you the Sapphire that now occupies his now missing eye.

"Does it scare you?"

"I'm more surprised than scared."

"Hmm."

"Can you point to me where the pain tends to be?" He looks at you with brief surprise before he allows himself to relax. Not totally at ease but enough to show that he too is trusting you with his own secrets.

"The pain is in the entire area. Or rather this half of my face."

"Is it always there?"

"Some days it is. Some days I'm lucky."

"Have you tried drinking the milk of the poppy?"

"No, the moment I truly understood how addictive it could be I forced myself to learn to live with the pain rather than be constantly drugged on it. You've seen how drugged the King was on it before you arrived." You give him a nod as you guide him to lean on the back of the couch and to allow himself to relax.

"That was a price I wasn't willing to pay. My brother was already a lazy drunkard, I didn't want to be one. So I told no one so that my mother will have other matters to worry about instead of prompting me to take the drugs."

"Mmmhmm, may I touch it?"

"Gently, whenever someone roughly touches it or grabs it, it triggers more severe pain." You nod and move to his left as you prepare yourself.

"Tell me what you feel. According to the King he feels strangely reinvigorated but its bound to feel different with everyone."

"Very well. Go on."

You take a deep breath before hovering your dominant hand over the painful half of his face. Since the pain could be unpredictable you decide to hover over it first before directly touching it to be safe. You reach out to the energy found in his blood and using it you gently speed up the blood circulation around his left face.

"Is this fine?"

"I barely feel anything."

"I'm being very gentle right now. I would rather you feel nothing but your pain is relieved rather than me recklessly speeding up your blood circulation only to cause more. It's a delicate balance."

"You're not even touching my face yet."

"Patience. I'll touch it soon. This is the first time I'm doing it for you to relieve pain and I want to do this right." He's silent afterwards but he adjusts to give you more room to do relieve him of his pain.

After being able to grasp the energy of his blood you slowly but conservatively increase the speed of the circulation. You gently touch his face - erring on the side of hovering your fingers.

"How is it so far?"

"It's...actually quite nice."

"Any painful areas that I'm missing?"

"You may want to focus a bit more on my jaw area. Especially towards the ear." You nod as you gently trace the rough outline of the painful area for him. You transmitted the warmth that you felt from the fireplace to gently add just a little bit more energy in his blood circulation. From the edge of his eyebrow you gently trace your fingers towards his cheek, just under his Sapphire eye. Slowly, gently, you guide the blood towards the area of his jaw. From just under his eye your fingers travel downwards towards his lips but outlining away from them and towards his jaw muscles.

"How are you feeling?"

"Relief...a relief I haven't felt for awhile."

"Mmmhmm"

You trace your fingers underneath his jaw, never losing focus on guiding his blood and the speed of its circulation. Slowly you trace towards his ear.

"Shall I include behind the ear?"

"Issa kostilus"

Your fingers then trace to the area behind the ear. There was some slower circulation in this area. Probably because he always wears his eye-patch. You gently speed up the circulation and gently trace the area.

"Mmm"

"Oh have I hurt you?"

"Daor, sȳz issa."

"Kirimvose, I was worried I might have lost control over your blood."

"This is all you're doing? Controlling my blood?"

"Issa, but I prefer the term guiding the blood since the heart is more than efficient in controlling it. In a way I'm massaging you through your blood."

"This is what you've been doing?"

"Dārys? Issa. His blood has slowed down to an alarming rate. This is why I hold his hand everytime you join me whenever I'm there in the morning."

"Does he know?"

"I don't think so. Or at least not until the Prophetess Agnes has said her words. He might make a guess now."

"Hmm knowing him he would most likely think it's his sudden abstinence from milk of the poppy."

"I can't blame him or you for that matter. To be unable to use your own mind even at the cost of losing the pain...it almost seems it's a torture in itself."

After the speed began to stabilize and be steady at the new modifications you've temporarily introduced you finish of with a few more areas you might have missed.

"If this is what you've been giving the King, I now have an excuse to visit you after my combat training."

"I'm not sure how long this treatment lasts for but I'm confident that it's at least one whole day of relief."

"How did you know?"

"I did this secretly whenever my siblings got injured during their combat exercises. I always focused on the most painful areas of the body. That way I can at least give them some relief as their injuries heal. They would always go to the maesters after at least one day from my hidden treatment for a mild dose of milk of the poppy. You'll have to let me know when the pain comes back. That way I could record it and study my notes on how to improve and what are the possible limitations."

You finally remove your fingers from his face. And you see him touch his left side. He turns to look at you, a smile emerging slowly from his lips.

"Alys...that was wonderful. Why do you want to keep this a secret?"

"It's not jus that. Please don't panic or explode." He nods as you pick up a couple of unlit candelabras and place it on front of him.

You non-chalantly light them from your own energy and he leans back startled.

"You control fire?"

"Issa, I don't know why I have these powers or why sometimes when I sneeze sparks tend to fly out sometimes."

"Sparks?"

You nod, closing your fist and once you feel your energy redirecting towards that fist you open your hand and a series of sparks emerge in the area just above your hands. Aemond looks at you intrigued.

"I'm guessing it might have something to do with lightning. They are stronger during a storm and even stronger when there is lightning present."

"How long have you had these powers?" You let out a sigh.

"They emerged a few weeks after I went to Dragonstone for the first time." You close your eyes, not knowing what his expression currently is and perhaps you don't want to know.

"It's why I wanted to meet you alone when we were in Driftmark. So I could tell you about the powers I just suddenly seem to acquire."

"Alys." You turn your back against him, trying to steady yourself as you hear him make his way towards you.

"When I held your face after you told me that we couldn't be friends anymore, it was me trying to heal your wound. But for some reason I couldn't heal your missing eye. I could only control your blood to reduce the swelling and to reduce the pain. I've been tortured by these powers. Ever since I left Dragonstone I was scared of them, fearing that they would suddenly emerge and then-"

"Alys, look at me." You open your eyes as you find yourself facing him. His expression not as obvious as the ones before but definitely more relaxed.

"Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about it." He takes one of your hands and he just holds it in his.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Ser Ion. It's why I have been spending my time with him as much as possible. He's the reason why I have better control of it now than when I first arrived here." His expression becomes hard but you don't know how to interpret his stare.

"What makes him an expert in magic?"

"He has extensively studied Valyrian magic. It's still being practiced among the religious authorities in Balerion's cult among the free cities. While he hasn't extensively helped with my powers over blood and sparks, we've made extensive progress when it came to my power over fire."

"I see. That explains a lot of things."

"I hope that eases your concerns over what I'm doing with him."

His face was unreadable but his stance was more relaxed than before.

"It's late, I must return to my room."

"Issa you should." This time he lightly traces the outline of your face as you gaze into his eye.

"I'll see you at the ball."

"Issa, see you too." He puts his eye-patch back on before he opens the secret tunnel that you two used extensively when you were children.

"Geros Ilas Aemond, se kirimvose."

"Geros Ilas Alys, se biarvose."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I felt that this was the right spot to cut it for the meantime. The next Part starts with the ball. Let's just say Alys and Aemond will have a Lizzie and Mr. Darcy moment (this is not a spoiler, if I could make a trailer this would be in the next episode promo).

A few more notes on this chapter:

1.) To those who caught the tip on who Alys is - don't spoil it for the other people here 😂 if you know, you know. If you want to discuss or guess in her potential identity, just pm me so other readers won't be spoiled;

2.) One of the things I wanted to establish before the ball is that Alys often feels a little more at home among the common people, despite knowing that she is more privileged than they are even if she is an illegitimate child;

3.) Another thing I wanted to establish is that Alys is a notably good dancer;

4.) The first truly intimate scene between Aemond and Alys is her giving him relief from the pain he has felt ever since the incident at Driftmark is inspired by this post by Adderess. I've always love stories would have couples be intimate without being sexual first. To me it establishes how they can truly work as a relationship (I'm not asexual, but since this is a love story and I hate how sex and love are treated as one and the same, I love the approach John Green took in looking for Alaska in showing how something else could be more intimate than just any act of sex itself). In this instance, by allowing Aemond to know her secret, it also allows room for Aemond to be vulnerable with her and also allow her to heal the pain he know he has, but has forgotten what it was like to be free from that pain. Aemond has unpredictable pain from his wound, while Alys still has unpredictable control over her powers and lives in fear of it.

I hope you enjoyed :D

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How many days has it been? How many nights have passed? Shes lost count at this point. The only thing she got up to do was make sure Kimchi's automatic feeder and water was still going and full. She didnt move from the couch at all. Her phone kept going off, probably her sister or brother or Onyx. She didnt want to be bothered. She just wanted the world to disappear.

She watched the trees as the wind danced through them, the big window in her living room felt alive despite how bleak she felt. The grass kept growing, the flowers were blooming, it was beautiful to see nature continue florishing and the world continued to spin even without her doing anything. When was the last time she even said anything? Did anything productive?

She turned her back to the window, not wanting to have her mind continue to race about how the world kept moving without her. Roxie was out of the house, her sound system ran out of music, it was just silence but her thoughts were so loud. So loud in fact, she couldnt hear a car coming into the driveway.

A few soft knocks. "Rocky." A voice called from the window which she didnt react to. 'This is Roxie bothering you. Dont engage. It will go away.' She thought to herself, remaining still until a door opened. "Rocky. You okay? Ren and I have been worried sick." The voice continued, slowly inching closer and again, Rockelle didnt move. He remembered a thing she told him years ago about Roxie and how she would cause horrific hallucinations for her. 'If I ever go non-verbal or dont respond when you call, say neko neko nya. Its Nekoian for I love you.'

Kimchi greets Chris, tail wagging and yipping. He pets the doggo with a smile. "Hey boy. Neko neko nya." He said, Rockelle slowly sitting up to face Chris. She looked horrible. Bags under her eyes the size of handbags, her hair was down to her feet, and her clothes were dirty. It was clear she hasnt showered or moved in quite awhile, the room didnt smell the best.

Rockelle didnt say anything to Chris, just looked at him blankly. "Hey....I know you are nonverbal for now. Put up your left hand if you want to be left alone or right hand if you want a hug." He asks, sitting on his knees in front of her and she lifts her right hand. Chris then nods and hugs her tightly, rubbing her back. She broke down crying in his arms, clutching onto his shirt.

"Its okay. Its okay, I got you." He holds her close and rubs her back with a soft sigh. "Renelle is coming in a bit. I just wanted to come by to make sure you were okay." He said, rocking her in his arms. "This will feel a bit familiar for you, bare with me okay." He continues, Rocky tilting her head at him, sniffling. "Focus on me and hold my hands." Chris directs and Rockelle follows them with a confused expression.

"Take a deep breath. Squeeze my hand when you do." Then it clicked. Chris was a good kid when she babysat him, polite and a sweetheart but when he was angry, it was catastrophic. He was a witch as well and controlling your emotions are important, especially in your earlier years. This was a technique she used during his tantrums.

"But I want that comic book! Rockelle!!" Chris whines, tugging on her pant leg. He was 5 at the time, that stage where kids want everything they see. Rockelle did spoil him, as much as she could in fact, that his parents told her to quit it. Why you may ask?

He has most if not all of the toys he asks for! He doesnt need doubles! Rockelle tried to play it off as 'well he needs toys for both houses!' but the Luna's werent having it. So now she has to restrict him from new toys and damn did she hate it. Her father spoiled her and Renelle rotten, so why would she not spoil Chris?

"You cant have the toy darling, you already have it. We have to go now, come on." She calmly responds, gently holding his hands that were balled up. "No!! I want that toy!!!" He screams, falling over and crying, throwing a tantrum. Storegoers looked at them since he was causing a scene which Rockelle kept a level head.

Despite his thrashing, she sat down next to him, tapping beats on the floor to keep herself grounded and calm. A child throwing a tantrum is one thing. An adult losing their cool and yelling and being irrational doesnt help at all. So one of them had to stay calm. After a minute or so of Chris showing out, she gently grabs his hands. "Hey hey hey. You have to calm down. You cant have that toy." She stayed firm and Chris went to fall out again but Rockelle held him up.

"Aht. You already fell out. We wont do that again. Look at me Chris." She firmly continued which Chris looked up at her sniffling and pouting. She held up her hands in front of him, then pinches his cheek. "Now you see my hands? You feel them pinching your cheek?" She asks, Chris nodding and sniffling. She puts her hands in a thumbs up position. "Now hold onto my thumb." She directs and he takes his hand and holds both of her thumbs.

"Now I want you to direct that anger you feel and blow on my thumb, as hard as you can! Blow until all that anger leaves your body!" She directs, which he follows the direction, blowing as hard as he can. After the second deep breath, he began to giggle and laugh. "You see how silly it feels to do this?" She smiles at him and he laughs and nods. "Just to make sure all that anger is out of your body, squeeze my thumb as hard you can!"

And sure enough, he was laughing loudly, squeezing at her thumb and Rockelle laughs with him. "Now do you feel better?" She asks and Chris nods. "I do. Im...Im sorry." He said, giving Rockelle a hug, feeling bad for what he did. "Its okay baby. Now we have to go, your parents are making your favorite today, we cant be late." She directs and Chris nods, wiping his eyes. "Can...Can you wipe my face please?" He asks and Rockelle nods, taking out a baby wipe for him. "Of course I can. Stand still okay?"

Rockelle was laughing at Chris making her blow on his thumb. "Now you see how I felt all those years ago." He said with a smile and hands her a baby wipe. "But I got you to calm down didnt I?" She giggles, wiping her face. Renelle sat on the couch beside them, shaking her head. "You used that on me after I would throw a tantrum. How did you even come up with that?" She asks and Rockelle lets out a sigh.

"When I was isolated all those years ago, I picked up an anxiety help book. It told me to take radium and take a nap, I didnt do that for obvious reasons. The one tip I took away from the book is that if you blow on your thumb, it calms your heart rate and takes you out of flight or fight mode. I tried it during a spiral and it worked until Roxie threw another hallucination at me." She lets out a sigh as she explained, pressing her head back onto the couch.

"Speaking of her, where is she anyway?" Chris asks and Rockelle shrugs, the couple nodding in response. "Do you want me to make some food for you?" Renelle asks and Rockelle shakes her head. "No I-" Renelle gives Chris a look and hes already heading to the kitchen. "Trick question, I know you havent ate in a few days. You and me are going to go and fix you up, come on sis." Renelle stands up from the couch and Rockelle slowly gets up with her.

"We can play moms records as I fix you up." Renelle chirps, holding Rockelles hand as she goes upstairs with her. Chris watches the two and smiles, taking out the ingredients to make Jjigae, a comfort food for the pair. He thought it would be a good idea to make it for them given how sad Rockelle was. Even if Chris wasnt related to the pair, he felt like he was a part of a family that he didnt have before and he didnt want to make it any other way.

@bewitchingbaker

[the-curious-butterfly]

Saw people sharing their rarepairs from G1 and I thought I’d write a small prompt for mine after watching Boo York for the first time in years.

Even though she’s performed many times in many different places, one place Catty never expected to perform was at a museum gala hosted by a rather stuffy royal who had no interest in modern day music let alone Catty’s brand of it. Yet despite not being a fan the same stuffy royal did care for her son and wanted to show support for his choice. Which is how both Catty and Pharoh found themselves performing tonight.

Due to the unexpectedness of it all and the fact that she hadn’t planned for it, after all she had only expected to go to a gala, any monster could tell the addition was last minute. But while that may be true it could also be said that the quality Catty gave did not falter. In fact she sounded and looked better than ever, because she felt better than ever.

She had found so much since coming to Boo York, she found her music, she found a good friend and someone who understood her in Pharoh…but there was one last thing she hoped she could say she had found since the moment she laid eyes on them.

As Catty sang the last song of the night, her eyes did not leave the ghoul in the front of the crowd. She was dancing her heart out doing sick twirls and just completely letting loose in the way Catty always wanted to but never could until she learned how. The ghoul looked to be having so much fun and the popstar couldn’t help the desire to want to be part of the crowd for a change, dancing right beside her.

And so when the last song ended Catty wasted no time making her way over to the ghoul. Funny enough she’s actually been around them plenty of times, this would just be the first time they’d officially interact one-on-one so Catty was a bit nervous. In truth she actually got nervous quite often but never like this which made it all the more exciting.

Especially when the ghoul turned to face her, noticing who was coming her way she smiled and spoke before Catty had a chance to say a word.

“Catty, that performance was a-maze-ing! Hex it almost makes me feel like a stereotypical rat that I didn’t have to pay to enjoy it.”

“Thanks Mouscedes, that’s actually a rather nice and unique compliment.”

Mouscedes squeaked in amusement as she giggled into her hand before adding. “I think this is the first time we talked like this, hard to believe considering how often we been around each other the last few days.”

“I was just thinking the same thing!”

“Know what they say, great minds think alike, but I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you for awhile now.”

“Is that so?” For a moment Catty hoped it was for the same reason as her but then again she was a popstar so what reason did she have to hope that.

“Yeah, but it’s not because you’re a popstar.”

‘…Oh…’ Was all her mind managed to think as Mouscedes continued on.

“I won’t lie, I love meeting spellebrities as much as the next beast but that’s not the reason I wanted to talk with you…well not since that die-saster of a brunch anyway.”

“So, why did you want to talk to me?”

Mouscedes squeaked again before saying the next words without even a hint of hesitation. “To ask you on a date.”

To say Catty was at a loss for words was an understatement. Not to toot her own horn but she was Catty Noir, and most of the monsters who talk to her do so in a way that doesn’t let her fidget. Yet here was this rat ghoul doing exactly that.

Not only that but she just asked her out and wow okay. This is definitely a new feeling…but it wasn’t a bad one.

“A date, with me?”

“Of course, with you. I know it might seem out of nowhere but I promise it’s not because of your fame. Like I said it was ever since then, that first time I saw you, that I felt like I had to ask. There’s something about you that just wouldn’t leave my mind. I’m sorry if I’m being a pest right now I just-“

“No! I mean no you aren’t being a pest. Actually that’s kinda almost exactly what I wanted to say to you.”

“Really?” The accompanying squeak was almost a full octave higher than the others.

“Yeah, I think I’ve been having the same thoughts even.”

“Wow, and I thought when I said ‘great minds’ it was just as a cheesy saying. Who knew it would have been literal.”

This time it was Catty’s turn to laugh, though there was something about the way Mouscedes spoke that always left her smiling.

“Anyway, I know this great vegan restaurant that’s to die for, pick you up at your hotel tomorrow? Normally I prefer to get around by walking or by taxi but maybe I’ll think about bringing out the limo for this occasion.”

Was Mouscedes teasing her? If that smile and that glint in her eye was anything to go by then yes, she most definitely was.

“I think walking sounds like a grand idea.”

Mouscedes squeaked joyfully and the soft closed eyed smile she hit Catty with almost knocked her on her feet but somehow she stayed standing. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Catty smiled back and for a moment she even forgot she was still a popstar in the middle of a fancy gala. For a moment she felt like a normal ghoul giddy with excitement over the prospect of something new.

~~~

So how many of you saw this coming? Yeah, I don’t know how I managed to either. Maybe it was because one was a cat and the other a rat? It sounded cute in my 12 (or so) year old head. But man was that a long time ago.

[simplyswiftie]

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

I met you at such a vulnerable point in my life. Naïve and freshly scarred from my first real heartbreak. I met you and I was immediately intrigued by the chaos. The fact that you didn’t care how much you hurt... I coveted that demeanor. I thought maybe it would save me from more heartbreak if I could be that way too.

If you would’ve blinked then I would’ve looked away at the first glance.

We were almost the same age in years, but oceans apart in experience. You had already spent years in the fast life. I hadn’t even seen it yet.

If I was a child, did it matter if you got to wash your hands?

I stayed by your side through it all while still somehow being hidden away and unacknowledged. How dare I let you treat me that way.

But, lord, you made me feel important, then you tried to erase us.

I thought the drugs would numb my pain for awhile, but I never knew I would meet the devil through deceit. Like I said, naïve. Gullible enough to believe you when you told me the name of the drugs you gave me. I never knew until it was too late that I was using the stealer of souls. When I found out, I didn’t even make a big deal out of you deceiving me. I secretly enjoyed it every time I took it.

If you’d never looked my way, I would’ve stayed on my knees. I damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at eighteen. The god’s honest truth is that the pain was heaven.

I look back in mourning for the person I would’ve, could’ve, should’ve been if I’d never met you. It was my fault all along. I wanted to know what this life was like after the sheltered one I had lived before. I got my wish.

and now that I’m grown, I’m scared of ghosts. Memories feel like weapons. Now that I know, I wish you’d left me wondering.

It’s been five years since we last spoke, and I still resent you all the time, forever yearning to go back and make the decisions I should have back then.

I miss who I used to be. The tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. I regret you all the time.

I fear this may haunt me my whole life.

I can’t let this go, I fight with you in my sleep.

Why do I still think you’d care enough to apologize if I sent you this letter?

The wound won’t close, I keep on waiting for a sign. I regret you all the time.

I just want the mourning to end. How could I have ever let your memory last this long?

If clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? I regret you all the time.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Good Advice

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Not all of his towers stand up... only about half do the first time but we get the front wall done and he starts working on the decorations while I take a minute to look for Quincy and Rhys again.

I spot them and wave and they head over and Rhys runs right up and sits down next to Finnegan.

"You have lots of toys."

Quincy is carrying a ton of stuff, including a big umbrella.

"You're smart bringing an umbrella," I tell him.

Maybe we should get one.

"Irish boys," he says.

"I swear to God that Rhys burns just watching the weather report for a sunny day. Umbrella works great but it's a bitch to lug around."

I thought Finnegan was bad but he is a bit darker complected.

I help Quincy get the umbrella set up so the shade falls right on the castle that they're busy working on.

Apparently they've decided to go fill the buckets together, one each.

Works for me.

Rhys comes over while Finnegan is turning over the buckets.

"I wanna get some toys, please?"

"I think you two have plenty for today but we can get you some as long as you leave all of Finnegan's here. Understand, Reese's Pieces?"

"Yes. I won't steal his toys and you get me some."

"Exactly. Now go play."

He scurries back under the shade of the umbrella and Quincy sighs.

"So much work but so worth it. It's hot... I'm gonna dip real quick if you don't mind keeping an eye on them."

"Go for it."

I watch Finnegan and Rhys while he's gone and they seem to be getting along.

The conversation right now, from what I can tell, is about the best moat excavation tool and whether or not they should try to dig it all the way to the water so that it will fill by itself.

A wet, much happier Quincy pops back into the chair next to mine.

"Much better, thanks. How long have you two been together?"

It's a fair question but not an easy one to answer.

"It took us forever. We danced around each other for awhile but we've been... lets call it... four months, total. And you guys?"

"About two years. This is our anniversary trip. We live just north of Baltimore, little town called Havre de Grace."

That's not too far, actually.

"I know it, grew up in Baltimore and still live there. West side just down past Security."

"It's a small world. Right?" Quincy says because that's what everyone says, when you find out you live within an hour of someone.

"It's nice to meet you and Finnegan... the odds of meeting another little... they're rare as hen's teeth. Are you Finnegan's caregiver or are you a daddy dom?"

I know just enough to answer that question... at least I think.

We have sex so it's...

"A daddy dom. You are too, right?"

"Yeah. I did caregiver with my first little and then I realized it was a lot more fun, if I got to fuck them. Releases some of the stress, you know?"

I've been called blunt and pretty straightforward before but Quincy may even have me beat.

"Hard to say no to that. Although it's taking us a while to work it all out. We're both new to this."

"Sex or littles?" he asks, laughing and he smacks his thigh.

"I'm kidding. Finnegan seems pretty easy-going. The older ones are little bit easier to handle than the young ones. They still have their own issues, though."

This is my chance to ask a question that's been bothering me for a while now.

"Finnegan falls out of little head-space so easily. I don't know if it's because me. I'm probably saying things I shouldn't be but he loves little-space when he gets there."

"The older ones struggle more with it in my experience. I'm not saying you're not messing up because you're new to this so of course you are. Hell, I still mess up sometimes. But I think the less difference there is between their adult persona and their kiddie persona, the easier it is to switch between them. Once you get a toddler into headspace, you can keep them there easily. Finnegan is a little more independent so he's doing some things for himself.... I'm guessing and it's much easier for him to do more than he should and ends up switching. It's also really easy for you to say things to him that you wouldn't really say, to an eight-year old because he's not doing baby-talk."

That all makes perfect sense.

"Thanks. I'll think about all that. It makes sense."

"He's not full-time, right? Is he full-time with you?"

Full time but not full time? 

Huh?

"What do you mean?"

"Does he work?"

Too much and too hard. 

"Yeah, he has a high-stress, corporate job."

"Are you home full time or...?"

I am not a kept man. 

"No. I'm a mechanic."

"Thank God for normal people. Seems like everybody says they're a lawyer or doctor.  You had me worried, with the corporate thing." 

I know exactly what he's talking about. 

"I have a Sliding-Company and Rhys is an Elementary-School Teacher. But when he's with me he is always in little-space. Do you guys switch? I'm guessing so, from what you said."

"Yeah. We just go with the flow."

We get interrupted by Rhys and Finnegan wanting us to look at the sand-castle.

"That looks great, boys," Quincy says and I tell them the same.

They're going to test the moat with water now and I wish them luck.

When Quincy and I get back to our deck-chairs, he apologises for the interruption and his.

"I'm sorry," Quincy says. "You and Finnegan might want to re-consider flipping around like that. But hey, you have to do whatever works for you guys. I'm not the damn 'King of Daddy-Doms' like all those kids on the internet."

He's funny.

"I've seen some crazy threads. I've been looking for information but it's really pretty hard to find and half of it sounds like it's been written by... I don't know."

"By high-schoolers, who think they're a little... when all they are, is pretentious assholes, who haven't grown the fuck up yet," he finishes.

"And they think they know everything. I got into an argument with a biological twelve year old once because he said he was a little and I said he was too damn young to be one. That's when I got off Reddit. I'm dry again. I'm gonna try to get Rhys into the water with me also. He needs a break but he's not gonna want to take one. Still, he's gotta be hot and sweaty."

"I'll toss Finnegan in too... maybe it'll be easier if they both go."

We walk over and spend a few minutes congratulating them on the castle and then convince them to take a break.

I ask Finnegan if he wants me to throw him in but he says he's going to be brave and do it all by himself this time.

We'll see if he finds the courage.

[luvstrangers]

REVIEW - Good & Great by KEY

CONFLICT OF INTEREST DISCLOSURE: i am a locket

Good And Great (title) 8/10

Sonically pretty one-note with the kick, hi-hat, bass guitar and occasional piano. I think it’s the fleeting synths that keep this from being boring, along with key’s performance. There’s not much going on instrumentally which means that the vocalist needs to have good energy to carry it. Fortunately, Key can do that. If anyone else released this it would be a snooze, but Good and Great works for key’s style. I can see this having a place on a commute-to-work playlist next to Fighting by BSS (which is what I wanted this song to be), but I think it’s kind of a step back for Key musically. This could be a B-side on I Wanna Be. Nonetheless I’m nodding along.

2. Can’t Say Goodbye 8/10

Some good ole’ disco funk. This song is driven nicely by the four-on-the-floor percussion which is well put in the mix to be present but not drown out the rest of the instruments. Like Good and Great, it’s basic but does the basics well. I’m sensing that this release may have a problem with lacking a distinct musical identity, but I suppose Key doesn’t need a distinct instrumental style when he IS the musical identity. The break at around 2:30 is nice and brings the final chorus in a pleasant way. Would it be better with a more thought out melody? 

3. Intoxicating 8.5/10

The start caught me off guard because it sounds exactly like ‘Let Them Know’ by Megan. But jeez this is good. Again a great execution of a common idea. And the moment I think it’s shown everything it comes in with an amazing bridge and VOCALS. Adding this to my playlist for when I DJ at parties lmao. Seriously reminds me of Imagine from I Wanna Be.

4. Live Without You 8/10

Nice auto-filter moment in the pre chorus. There’s a lot going on in the mix that isn’t apparent on a casual listen like the vox and panning synths in the back, but they add a lot to the listening experience. For some reason Taeyeon’s ‘Can’t Control Myself’ comes to mind. I guess they have a similar kind of desperation. Again kind of suffers from a lack of compelling melody

5. CoolAs 8.5/10

I think the chorus would have benefitted if the talk-singing was faster. The flow that they went with makes it seriously veer into N.O.M. territory (if anyone even gets that reference). Good though, and feels very Key. I wouldn’t mind if he put out more songs like this. There’s a lot of stuff going on in the mix like glass breaking and whirls that contribute nicely to the ‘im drunk at a gay club’ atmosphere!

6. Mirror, Mirror 8.5/10

Aiyo. Could have had a full EP of disco music but I guess every kpop release needs an obligatory mid-slow tempo song. Has a much clearer vision of what it wants to be than other obligatory slow songs though, and without knowing Korean I get the feeling that this has some very good lyrics about expectations and self image. Some good show-case of his vocals in the adlibs. I like the sparkly stuff going on and the lo-fi sectioning in the mix, they knew what to do to keep it from being a snooze.

OVERALL: I think this is the first release in awhile where all the songs are an 8 or above! Congratulations CEO of cunty walking KEY. One good commute song, 4 great dance songs, followed by one good depressing song.  Good and Great is my least favourite here, but it’s not bad by any means. I just get the sense that the concept and marketing kind of precede it. The b-sides are just better. Feels like a reasonable culmination of his journey of music releases as a soloist thus far. 

RANKING:

Intoxicating (good and great if it slayed) - great

CoolAs (his gayest song yet) - very good

Can’t Say Goodbye (DISCO TIME) - very good

Mirror, Mirror (vocal showcase) - quite good 

Live Without You (it’s good!) - quite good

Good And Great (disappointing) - good

[theoreticslut]

♕ - smut  ღ - fluff  ✧ - angst  √ - complete  » - on going

prompts // requests // taglist

notes: i do take requests (check bio to see if they're open), but it may take awhile for me to get to them. i try to get them done asap, but i do have a personal life going on outside of here meaning i can't always write when i want to. hopefully you all understand & respect that.

if you send me a request, feel free to check up with me to see if i've got it. i just ask you be kind and respectful when doing so.

+ series;

-none yet

+ oneshots;

• drunken confessions ღ ✧ √

after years of friendship, eddie finally goes to a party to be with you, but your fuzzy mind can’t filter any of your thoughts. // 4.7k

• how will i know? ღ √

eddie finds you working as the solo member of the prom committee and takes it upon himself to help you, solely because he’s wanted more time with you ever since he comforted you that one time a few years before. // 5.7k

• your kiss is on my list ღ √

a little game of truth or dare leads to lots of shock, a not jealous eddie, and your first kiss. // 2.7k

• jealousy, jealousy ღ ✧ √

you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. // 6.4K

• right to be hellish ღ ✧ √

-> pt 2 of jealousy, jealousy

hellfire learns that you and eddie are dating, but not everyone is happy about the development. // 6.9k

• crossing the line ♕ ღ √

you didn’t plan on your best friend walking in on you, but you’re certainly not going to complain. // 3k

• small talks ღ √

while hanging out at skull rock, you and eddie share a soft moment with him pulling a dead leaf from your hair. // 0.7k

• secret-ish admirer ღ ✧ √

the kids have some words for eddie when they find him watching you…again. // 0.75k

• not so bad ღ ✧ √

your best friend is your safe space after a day gone wrong in every possible way. // 0.7k

• first time ink ღ √

after robin had to cancel on being your moral support, your cute artist tries to pick up the slack. // 0.8k

• do you wanna? ♕ ღ √

neither of you expected to meet the other tonight, but fate - or more like a sneaky bartender - makes it happen. // 1.5k

• best friend & more ღ √

it’s not always easy to tell when eddie is joking or being serious; like when he tells you he’s going to marry you for example. // 0.5k

• you complete me ღ ✧ √

sometimes all you need is to lie in silence as your person holds you together. // 1.1k

• no one like you ღ √

you find yourself dancing around the trailer with eddie after one of your favourite songs comes on the radio. // 0.7k

• all so you can have a kid ღ √

eddie knows a thing or two to help comfort you when your period is getting the better of you. // 1.5k

[eloisegrant]

Chances (I)

Jake lockley x F!Reader

Summary: Jake has a crush and the moon boys are distracting.

A/N: I have been having this freaking thought in my mind for awhile and I may make it a mini-siries. So here it is. My thoughts.

Warning: Nothing, lil fluff, not-proofread so, I am sorry.

Also, I am accepting requests! Details will be in a separate post✨

Let me know if you want to be in the Taglist for part 2! ❤️

Jake stumbled into your life like the wildfire his personality presented itself to be. He was your neighbor in this new town you now call home. But he sure would disappear from time to time. Or ignore you completely.

He did remind you from time to time that he had issues remembering sometimes and that it be best to leave him alone when situations like that arise.

But today you couldn’t handle it, you wanted to go see that new Tom Cruise movie and you did not wanna go alone. Your colleagues at work were hardly a treat. And no one else truly treats you like a friend here. So Jake was your best bet. Granted, you may have thought of admitting your true feelings for the man. But, its only been 6 months and you doubt he feels the same.

As you exit your apartment door with the intent of inviting Jake along with you to the theatre, you couldn’t help but palpitate at the thought. What if he says no? Why am I acting like this is a date? Is it a date? Oh god, he isn’t going to be my friend anymore is he?

With all the courage you could muster, you knock on his door and patiently waited for a response.

Now of course, it was lucky enough that Jake was still fronting. You didn’t know about his alters and he thought he would keep it that way. Best not invite you to his head until he knows you won’t leave him. It’s not the best thing either that the Moon boys had no idea who he was. Hiding from both you and himself.

So when a knock on the door erupted at 4:46 in the afternoon, he worries and imagined it was Marc or Steven’s situations. Maybe it was Layla.

But to his surprise it was you. Hair adorably tied low, letting two strands frame you face. You wore that coat he always teased you for wearing too often. While your perfume danced around in the air that met him.

“Hi uh…” You manage to embarrass yourself in front of someone you already know. Your hands awkwardly push into the coat pockets while your eyes linger anywhere but Jake.

“Hey, hey…” Jake coos as he opens the door wider, his accent making your heart flutter for no goddamn reason. If you could physically hush your heart, you would.

“Sorry to barge in but uh, There’s this new Tom Cruise film and I wasn’t looking forward to seeing it alone.” The fingers in your pockets twisted amongst themselves as your eyes finally fall onto Jake’s face. Those eyelashes would blink and form hurricanes if they desired. And that face could launch ships if they wanted.

Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing and was absolutely flattered. He never asked you to go on a date-esque scenario like a movie because well… he was afraid his emotions would get the best of him.

Jake wanted more than anything to just grab you by the hand and pull you in. Striding to the Cinema, hand in hand. But instead he decided to keep his cool. “Tom Cruise? Nice. So you want me to go with you?” He leans against the doorframe.

You nod softly and yank your phone out to show him the showing starts in forty minutes. “And if you say yes, we should get going since it’s starting soon.” Jake squints as he pulls your phone closer with your hand. The mere actions making both of you shiver.

“I uh… sure!” Jake grabs his coat which was conveniently by the door entrance. He swiftly grabs his keys and moves to lock the door. All while you couldn’t believe how easy that was. Maybe because you’re adding feelings into this when it should just be an innocent hang out between friends. Right?

-

The movie was peak. All the things you would expect from a Tom Cruise movie jam packed into one film.

“Did you see that insane airplane loop?!” You could barely contain you excitement as the two of you exit the cinema doors onto the airy streets of London.

“Yeah, the dude can really fly that thing.” He adjusts his coat as he guides you by the waist through the busy streets. You shouldn’t read into this action but since you have a crush, you do anyway.

Jake didn’t like the tight streets and wanted to be away from there as soon as possible, so when you invited him to grab some dinner on the way back, he cheered. At least it wasn’t in the middle of the street.

You guys manage to enter a mom and pop’s restaurant that seemed homey and relaxing enough. Only a few customers inside. The two of you make your way to an available seat as an elderly woman places their cute menu on your table.

“What a cute place.” You removed your coat, hanging it onto the chair’s back.

“Wonder if the food is as cute.” Jake teases as he does the same with his coat, removing his cap to reveal his soft curls gently fall onto his face. It wasn’t fair for him to look like this. It truly wasn’t. It wasn’t fair for God to make you guys friends knowing it could never escalate. It was just not fair.

You finally settled on a meal and waited for it to arrive. If you thought Jake didn’t feel the same way about you, you were mistaken. He couldn’t get enough of your infectious laugh. The way your nose scrunched when you found something weird or confusing. The way you get annoyed when your hair doesn’t fit into your hair tie. The way you cupped your face while your elbow plopped onto the table. Like right now.

He was absolutely enamored with the way it pushed your cheeks and lips, making the already red hue, deeper. You probably noticed because you smiled at him with that visionary smile of yours.

“Something wrong, Jake?” You sit back upright and began to take caution on how you acted.

“No no.” It was his turn to smile, he couldn’t help it. You gave him that nervous energy and it was very cute to him. He was about to let you know why— why he was looking at you the way he was. Explain the reason why he always likes hanging around with you and why he would like to do it more often than usual. Hell, he will even tell you that he started watching that shitty medical series just so he could keep up with your theories and who’s dating who.

But before he could speak, he felt his mind get pushed back. He couldn’t even argue or fight back. This is what happens when he takes his chances with the body longer than usual. This wasn’t the best situation, he wanted to emerge back up but it was too late.

As you waited for a response, and as the waitress plopped down your drinks. You see Jake’s eyes roll back and turn back to you.

“Jesuuusss.” Jake’s voice blurts out… in a British accent?

His eyes land back to you and widen quickly, you try your best to understand why Jake suddenly looked at you like you were a ghost but he starts again.

“Miss? Sorry I- I don’t know where I am…” He looks down his torso and grabs it as if he was losing himself.

“Jake? What are you talking about? Why are you talking like-“

“Sorry… what did you just call me?” There he was again with that accent, this time he stood up. A crooked look fell upon his face.

“Jake?” You say almost sarcastically because you quite literally, had no idea what was happening.

He closes his eyes and looks onto the mirror to the left, as if communicating with someone. Without any other thought he turns around and grabs his coat, “Right, I am off. Sorry about this.” He softly speaks. Leaving you alone and confused while everyone in the restaurant gave you a pitiful look.

You lean into your seat, eyebrows puzzled at what just happened. Your eyes find Jake’s cap and instictually grab it, you had to give it back.

Now he’ll have to explain.

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[aceopmari]

The Akatsuki React to You Secretly Throwing a Party at the Hideout

Akatsuki Masterlist

A/N: I had this concept planned out months ago with more ideas and stuff. Wish I wrote this sooner but I had so many other ideas I want to do first. Wanted to get this finally out the way so sorry if it comes off boring.

TW: Substance abuse, explicit. Minors DNI 18+

Akatsuki Baddie Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai @mechmoucha

You sat down on the couch with Hidan and Deidara one night at the base. The three of you were tired of the excessive missions with little to know downtime.

Fortunately this weekend, the three of you would be getting time off from missions while everyone else in the Akatsuki would be out.

You each thought it it would be the perfect opportunity to plan out a secret small gathering at the base with a few old friends.

“Okay so we got food, music, and guest settled,” you began.

“Deidara you’ll be bringing 3 of your friends from the Explosion Corps, I’ll be inviting 3 old buddies from the black market, and Hidan will be bringing in 3 fellow Jashinists. That should be a total of 9 guests,” you say.

“Actually…” Hidan said with a sly grin. You turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “‘Actually?’” Hidan snickered as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well…I may have mentioned our little secret party to a few honeys…”

You look at him incredulously. “Hidan! You didn’t!” Hidan chuckled. “I did, babe! Called all 7 of them,” Your cheeks flushed a bit at the nickname. Deidara’s eyes lit up. “Sounds good to me, hm.”

You groaned as you rolled your eyes, seeing that you were outnumbered. “Fine we’ll have 16 guests max! But that’s it!” You warned.

Hidan grinned. “Alright! This party is gonna be wild!” You glared at him. “Shh! It’s not a party it’s an intimate get-together!”

“Never mind that,” Deidara said as he snaked an arm around your waist. You shuddered at the contact as Deidara brought his lips to your ear. “What will we do for entertainment? I was thinking we could do some explosive fireworks~” he says huskily.

You wiggled out of his grasp as your cheeks flushed a deeper red. He chuckled at that as you turned to glare at him. “No fireworks, Dei! We can’t risk blowing up the base and getting caught!” Deidara groaned. “Fine…”

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The weekend finally came. Your 14 guests had all arrived for the small gathering. It started off normal with a few drinks. Things got a little wild after Hidan brought out his famous ‘Jashinist Jungle Juice’ that you were stupid enough to drink. You passed out for awhile.

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The next thing you knew, you were running around the base, clad in an Akatsuki themed playboy bunny outfit.

You stared in horror at the crowd of thousands of people partying under the flashing lights at the hideout to loud music that was shaking up the base.

“I DIDN’T INVITE THESE PEOPLE! WHO ARE THEY?!” You cried.

You saw in the far distance that many more people started pouring in. “Shit!” You rushed over to the door to try and stop them.

“Babe! Looking good!” You heard. You stopped in your tracks and saw a shirtless Hidan on the dance floor, splashing cash on strippers that were performing in front of him.

You growled as you stormed over to him. “Hidan! What the hell?! I thought we agreed only 14 people!”

“I know babe, I know. But word got around and shit,” he said sheepishly. “No shit, Hidan! There’s like 10,000 people in here!” You hissed.

Your eyes darted to the dancing strippers on the small little stage. You stared at them incredulously. “How the fuck did strippers get here?!”

“Isn’t it great? Why don’t you get up on stage and shake that ass for me? You’re already dressed up!” Hidan chuckled as he tossed some cash at your feet.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s not even your money is it?” Hidan grinned. “Nope! This shits, Kakuzu’s!” You glared at him. “Hidan, get rid of all these people! We’ll get in so much trouble if we get caught!”

“Fuck that! I’m having the time of my life with these bitches!” Hidan laughed. You groaned. “You little shit! Where’s Deidara anyway?”

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

“HEY! DID YOU GUYS SEE MY ART?!” Deidara said loudly.

You heard the sounds of cheering and turned to see Deidara standing on one of the large statued palms above the audience. He was using his clay to detonate them and make small fireworks in the air, causing the base the shake a bit.

“Shit!” You cry. You high jump towards the platform and land next to him. “Deidara what the hell are you-?”

You stopped mid sentence when Deidara turned to you. His eyes were red and he had a overly happy smile on his face.

You sweatdropped. “Are you high?!” Deidara chuckled. “Don’t just stand there, hm.” He turns you around and pulls you towards his chest causing you to yelp. Deidara then grabs your hips. “Let’s dance~!”

Deidara then started grinding his hips against yours. “Deidara! What the hell are you-MMM!” You mewled when you felt something hard and thick press against your ass.

‘Is he…hard?’ You thought. You blushed as Deidara snickered into your ear while he continued to grind against you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the sensation before you started moaning. You found yourself slowly rolling your hips against his crotch, almost forgetting why you were confronting Deidara in the first place.

That was when you heard the sound of crows flying around you. You immediately opened your eyes seeing Itachi appear before you and Deidara. He didn’t look too pleased if his sharingan eyes boring into you was anything to go by.

“Itachi!” You cry as you pull away from Deidara’s grasped. You started shaking a bit nervously as you widened your eyes in horror. “Wh-what are you doing here?! I-I thought you were on a missio-?”

You stopped mid sentence when Itachi slowly and menacing approached you. “Because of your selfishness, you exposed our hideout, Y/N…” You shuddered as you slowly backed away nervously. Of course Itachi had to sound too sexy even when he’s threatening.

Deidara immediately jumped between you two, chuckling loudly. “Don’t be such a party pooper, hm!” Deidara then pulled out some rainbow colored treats from his pocket and shoved it in Itachi’s mouth. “Have some candy!”

Itachi gagged a bit as he swallowed the candy whole. His sharingan eyes kept spinning out of control. Deidara chuckled at the sight while you go into a state of panic.

“Deidara! Did you just feed him edibles?!”

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You and now sober Deidara watched from below as Itachi sang ‘DREAMIN ON’ on top of giant hands, microphone and all. He was so good at singing that he even got many fangirls from the crowd to sing along too.

Itachi: Fumidase yūki no i i ho!

Itachi and Fangirls: DREAMIN’ ON!

Itachi: Mugendai no chizu hiroge chikai atsumeta hata tatakaitsuzuketeiuku “jibun jishin” tsuranuke...

Itachi: Tsukami toru DREAMINNN ON!

Itachi: Makerarenaiiii!

Fangirls: WHOA!

Itachi: Nige ya shinaiii…

Fangirls: WHOA!

Itachi: Deai wakare koe ikou! Zenbu takaramonoooo!

You and Deidara sweatdropped at his perfect performance. You were both very envious of his singing talents. “Damn Uchiha’s…” you say bitterly. “You can say that again…” Deidara sighed.

You turned to him. “Deidara, it will only be a matter of time before until the drug wears off Itachi! We need to get rid of all these people now!”

Deidara looks at you incredulously. “No way! These people all appreciate my art! It’s been so long since others have given me this must recognition, hm!”

You growled. “Deidara! Put your damn pride aside and help me! I don’t want to get in trouble! If Leader finds out, we’re screwed!”

Deidara pulled out some clay from his pouch and started forming a mold. “Well then you better figure something out, Y/N.” He makes a hand seal causing a giant clay bird to appear in front of him.

“Later, beautiful!” Deidara says as he hops on the bird. It then flies over the crowd. “DEIDARA GET BACK HERE!” You cry out.

CRASH!

You whip your head behind you and push through the crowd as you search for the source of the noise. As you do so, you scold the guests for any wrongdoings.

“Put that kunai away!”

“‘Scuse me!”

“Eat with chopsticks!”

You finally made it out of the crowd and stop dead in your tracks, seeing Suigetsu relaxing in a large hot tub. When he catches your glance, he smirks showing off his sharp teeth as he wiggles his eyebrows playfully at you.

You stare at him in disbelief. “What is my ex doing here?!” Suigetsu chuckles. “Oh c’mon babe, I’d never miss a party like this!”

“How did you even find this place?! You’re not even an Akatsuki!” You exclaim. “Yeah I am! See?” Suigetsu points to an Akatsuki hoodie that’s hanging on a coatrack near the tub. You sweatdrop. “Since WHEN?!”

Suigetsu grins as his eyes scans your curves. “By the way, I’m loving the bunny getup. You gonna do a little dance for me, Sweetheart!” You narrowed your eyes at him. “No…”

Suigetsu laughs. “Oh c’mon! At least come in the tub and skinny dip with me. Y’know like the old days?” He purrs with a suggestive smirk.

Your cheeks flushed as naughty memories fill your mind. You shake it off and glare at Suigetsu. “See? This is why we broke up!”

“There you are Suigetsu!” You heard.

A woman with red hair and glasses stormed up to Suigetsu who stared at her wide eyed in shock.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” The red haired woman barked at him. Suigetsu blinked. “Who invited you, Karin?!”

You raised up your hands in disbelief. “Who invited EITHER of you?!” Karin turns to glare at you. “Are you the tramp who threw this Akatsuki party!”

You glare back. “It’s not their party it’s MY party! And it’s not a party it’s an intimate get together!”

“And who are you calling a tramp?! At least I didn’t dye my hair with used tampons!” Karin gasped in shock before growing angrily at you as she adjusts her glasses. “E-excuse me?!”

Suigetsu howled in laughter at the sight. “Man this party is wild!” Karin directed her glare back to him. “Suigetsu I look away for one minute and you’re out here partying with hussys?! Wait til I tell Sasuke!”

“Sasuke’s already here!” Suigetsu says with a smirk. You are Karin widen both of your eyes. “WHAT?!”

“THERE YOU ARE ITACHI!” You heard a voice say over the loud speaker. You widen your eyes. “No…”

You, Karin, and Suigetsu then to see Sasuke clashing swords with a clearly intoxicated Itachi who was drunkenly fighting back (although still being a formidable opponent).

The spotlight shone on both fighters as the crowd cheered them on. The impact of their blades shook up the base more and more. You grabbed your hair as you stared at them in horror. “No NO NOOOO!”

Karin rushed through the crowd as she raced for Sasuke. You glared at Suigetsu. “This is all your fault!”

Suigetsu gave you another smirk before pumping up a fist in the air.

“HIDAN AND DEIDARA’S PARTIES RULE!”

“YEAHHHHHHHHHH!” The crowd cheers.

You were getting fed up as the music started to change.

Y/N: First of all its not a party! But If it were a party, it would not be THERE party! It would be MY party!

Party guests: Y/N PARTY! Y/N PARTY!

Y/N: It’s not a party it’s an intimate get together!

Party guests and Akatsuki: Y/N PARTY! Y/N PARTY!

Y/N: DON’T CALL IT THAT! IT’S JUST A GET TOGETHER!

Party guests and Suigetsu: Y/N PARTY! Y/N PARTY!

You hadn’t even noticed that you started dancing to the music. Suigetsu nodded in approval as he chuckled. “Damn lady, you sure can dance!”

You stopped dancing and growled at Suigetsu as he laughs at your face. “I hate you…” you hissed. Suigetsu gave you a dreamy smile. “I loveeee you~” he sang playfully.

“Fuck you!”

“Well alright! Get in the tub with me, Sweetheart!”

“You’re sick, Suigetsu…”

“Oh c’mon! No one will notice!”

You shook your head in disbelief. You then take notice of the music change. You turn to the stage to see Sasori DJing.

You widened your eyes. “SASORI?! How did he-? When did-?!” You stopped and listen to the music. ‘He’s really good…you think you know someone…’

Sasori’s eyes met yours from afar. He gives you a dreamy smile before he shoots you a wink. You blushed. ‘Did he just wink at me?’

You saw from below the stage that multiple colored smoke shot out from below. Deep purple smoke also shot out from a wooden like canister that knocked out the party guests that were the closets to the stage.

You sweatdrop. ‘Okay so he’s clearly poisoning the party guests to turn them into puppets, right?’

“WHO’S BEEN SPENDING ALL MY MONEY?!” You heard. You turned to the source and shrieked seeing Kakuzu storm in. “Oh shit!”

Kakuzu heard this and instantly rushed over to you. Before you could do anything, Kakuzu grabbed you by the collar and held you up in the air.

“WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEND ALL MY MONEY ON A PARTY?!” He roared. You shook your head rapidly as panic fills you. “I-I-I didn’t!”

Kakuzu brought out his tendrils towards you. “You’ll pay with your life!” You widened your eyes in horror. “NOOOO!”

“LINE UP BITCHES! THE GAMBLING TOURNAMENT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN! PLACE YOUR BETS ON WHO WILL WIN THE FIGHT! ITACHI OR SASUKE?!” You heard.

You and Kakuzu turned seeing Hidan standing on top of a large table with a bunch of strippers holding a wad of ryo. Multiple party guests that surrounded them started placing their bets on the ongoing fight between the two brothers.

Kakuzu widened his eyes. “A gambling tournament?!” With a loud thud, Kakuzu drops you onto the ground, before making his way over to Hidan’s table.

“Kakuzu! I figured you’d show up!” Hidan laughs. “Shut up. I’m here to place my bet,” Kakuzu said.

You groan and rub your head as you slowly hit up. “Owww…”

‘Okay so at least I know that Kakuzu won’t snitch if moneys involved…’ you thought. You turn your attention towards the door seeing more guests pouring in. ‘I got to close it before anymore people show up!’

You race towards the door on the other side. That was when a large sword wrapped in bandages stabbed the ground in front of you, causing you to jump back as you yelped.

You turned around and widened your eyes seeing Kisame glaring down at you as he held his sword. “You’ve got a lot of nerve throwing a party at our base, newbie,” he snarled.

“K-K-Kisame…” you shrunk back as Kisame towered over you. Of all the members of the Akatsuki besides Kakuzu, Kisame intimidated you the most. At the same time however, he was kind of cute.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t tell our leader about this,” he hissed. You smiled sheepishly. “B-because you ain’t no snitch?” Kisame narrowed his eyes at you. Wrong answer. Now you were screwed.

“Yo Kisame! I’ve been looking all over for ya!” You heard a familiar voice say. You and Kisame turned to see Suigetsu walking towards you both in just his swim shorts and his sword.

Kisame broke into a grin. “Well if it isn’t Suigetsu. I wasn’t expecting to see you here…” Suigetsu chuckled. “Didn’t think you were the party type either. But since your here, why don’t we have a quick match to see who’s worthy of Shark Skin!”

And that was all it took for Kisame and Suigetsu to go at it and engage in battle. More things shattered as the hideout shook.

“PLACE YOUR BETS BITCHES! KISAME OR SUIGETSU! WHO WILL WIN?!” Hidan announced.

Karin slapped her money on the table. “Suigetsu! You better not lose!”

“Double on, Kisame. He always wins,” Kakuzu says cooly as he sets his money down.

The crowd cheered as they watched the two swordsmen duke it out. Your face went blue as you sweatdropped. “I think I just lost braincells…”

“You should relax and enjoy yourself, Y/N,” a mature womanly voice said. You turned around and saw that it was none other than Konan.

Her purple hair was down and she was clad in a tight black minidress. Men surrounded her as she danced to the beat. Your jaw dropped.

“KONAN?!”

She giggled in a way that caught you off guard. “Nagato would never let me have a party. This was a very great idea, Y/N. Thank you,” she winked.

You blushed a bit. “Y…you’re welcome…” Konan brought a hand towards you. “Care to dance?” You smiled nervously as you wave your hands. “N-no thanks…”

Konan smiles before continuing to dance for the men as they through money at her. Your eyes can’t help but fall to her curves. ‘She has a really nice body…why does she hide it?’

You shake off before heading back towards the door to lock it. “There! Now no one should be able to come in now!”

‘Now I just need to figure out how to get rid of these people…’ You thought.

“This is for calling me a tampon, you tramp!” You turned around seeing Karin behind you with a syringe. Before you could do or say anything, she injected you with the syringe causing you to scream.

Your mind became fizzy as your brain starts to fog up. You close your eyes and shake your head. “What the fuck?!”

You opened your eyes seeing how the room appeared more colorful than before. You saw music notes flying in the air while some the party guests appeared to be floating on top of it

You widened your eyes. “What the fuuuuuck?” You slurred. You took a few steps, swaying as you moved.

Your body became light and you appeared to be floating mid air for a few seconds. With each step you took, the floors became as soft as marshmallows.

The dopamine affect filled your brain as your lips broke into a grin. “This feels kinda good…” You chuckled as you took in the sight of the party guests.

Suigetsu and Kisame were using their swords to surf on the waves that were in the air while Itachi and Sasuke happily frolicked through the crowd while holding hands.

You saw Kakuzu tossing his money in the air like confetti to the many strippers around him. You immediately frowned feeling a migraine. “I don’t feel so gooood…” you slurred as you sway walked towards Hidan’s table.

You saw how Hidan was spraying rainbow colored liquid at guests from a champagne bottle. You fell right in front of Hidan when you tripped.

Hidan looks down at you in confusion. “Y/N?” You raise your hand towards him helplessly. “Hi….dannn helppp meeee,” you slurred. Hidan smirked at you. “Ya want some too babe? Here!”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Hidan already shot alcohol into your mouth from the bottle. You gagged in your mouth a bit before swallowing the hot and spicy liquid.

You stood up and coughed as your vision became even hazier. You looked up and saw a naked Deidara hanging onto the legs on a giant clay bird that was flying over the crowd.

He then let go and immediately plummeted into the hot tub. You widened your eyes in horror.

“DEIDARA! I’LL SAVE YOU!”

As a result of the drugs, you mustered the strength and pushed through the crowd of people. You finally made it over to the rainbow colored tub full of pink water and jumped right in.

“I’M COMING DEI DEI!”

SPLASH!

You dove deep into the hot water. From underneath you saw a blonde haired creature with tentacles. You screamed as you flail your arms. You looked above you and saw the surface move higher and higher as you appeared to be sinking downward.

‘What the hell?! Is this an ocean?! Fuck fuck fuck! I can’t swim! I’M DROWNING!’ You mentally screamed as you slowly started losing oxygen.

You then felt a pair of hands grab both your arms and hoist you up and out of the tub. You gasped for air as you coughed out the water.

“Y/N…” a smooth male voice said.

You glanced up and saw that it was none other than Pein, staring down at you coldly with his renagan eyes as he held you.

Your lips formed a sloppy smirk as your eyes hooded. “Hi Daddy~” you squealed. Pein’s eyes narrowed. “Who told you that you could throw a party…?”

“I didddd~” you sang teasingly. Pein squeezed his grip on you causing you to yelp. “And how do you plan on making this up to me and fixing the mess you made?” He asked. You giggled as you batted your eyelashes. “I have an idea or two I think you might like…”

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You woke up in your room covered in blankets that night. You gasped as you shot up from your bed. “What the…? It was just a dream?”

“‘Fraid not, Sweetie Cakes~” a familiar voice said playfully. You froze as you widened your eyes. ‘No…’

You slowly turned to your right and saw a naked Suigetsu lying down next to you. He waved at you playfully as he sipped his water bottle.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed?!” You cried. Suigetsu chuckled. “Hey, relax. You were the one who came on to me last night, remember? And man you were wild!”

“I…” you were completely stunned as your cheeks redden. ‘So I really got high last night?’ You thought. You gasped as you remembered the other Akatsuki members. “Oh my god! What about my leader and-?”

Suigetsu snickered. “What do ya mean? You went ahead and came onto everyone! See?” You followed his gazed and gasped seeing all the naked Akatsuki members in your bed sleeping. “I slept with my entire team?!” You shrieked.

Alongside them included Sasuke and Karin who were also naked and in bed sleep. Suigetsu’s eyes lit up as he stared at the latter two. “Surprised you went ahead and fucked my own teammates too! You definitely showed Karin a good time! Maybe she’ll start to loosen up more!”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at Karin who had a silly, dazed smile on her sleeping face like she just had the best sex of her life. Your face was on fire as you stared at both her and Konan. “B-but…but I’m not…”

Suigetsu laughed out loud, making you turn to glare at him. He stopped and smiled as he place his hand on your hip to rub it sensually. “Hey now, don’t sweat it Sweetheart. It doesn’t matter to me which way you swing. I accept ya,” he winks.

You stared at him incredulously as you blinked. Seeing how you didn’t say anything else, Suigetsu leaned up towards you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. His sharp teeth just barely grazing it. It was comforting to say the least.

He brought his bottle towards you. “Wanna sip?” You instantly snatch his bottle and take a long sip in an attempt to cool down before handing Suigetsu back his bottle. He frowned when he shook it. “Hey, you finished it…”

“Get out,” you say. Suigetsu widened his eyes. “What? No breakfast? Can I at least take a yogurt with me?” You glared at him. “I said get out!”

Suigetsu sighed before he got up and got dressed before taking his bottle. “Later~” he waved as he walked out of the room.

You groaned as you facepalmed. “I can’t believe I slept with my own team!” You then sweatdropped. “And I don’t even remember it…”

You then heard the sound of a loud yawn. You turned seeing that it was Hidan. He gave you a lazy smile. “Morning gorgeous!” Deidara groaned. “Keep it down. I’m trying to sleep, hm!”

Hidan chuckled at that before putting an arm around you. “Best party ever, right?” You narrowed your eyes at him before kicking both him and Deidara out of the bed roughly, causing them to hit the floor.

“Owwwwww….” They both groaned in unison.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! The Suigetsu stuff is a bit of a set up because I’m gonna start writing some x reader scenarios with him since no one else seems to give him enough love. Anyways, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[chronic-boogara]

ok I'm spamming you back because you are now my best friend ok so I like to dance alone in my room and I keep having a fear of someone walking in on me and I look like a fucking idiot and my mind always goes to the slashers. How would like the Sinclair brothers, Billy Loomis and Thomas Hewitt react to walking in on their s/o dancing alone.

Also here's some songs I dance to

Beautiful end- Strawberry Switchblade

Trees and flowers extended version- Strawberry Switchblade

Jolene- Strawberry Switchblade

Moonage daydream- David Bowie

Man who sold the world- David Bowie

Doll parts- Hole

Softer, Softest - Hole

i’m going to link all these songs at the bottom so everyone else can enjoy these songs but like dancing in your room alone is kind of a superior imo. i’m going to have so much fun writing this one thank you bestie <3

ps. hole is literally my fave like jennifer’s body goes so incredibly hard

thomas hewitt

•thomas usually isn’t the kind of person to go sneaking in on people , he finds it inconvenient but he can’t help himself sometimes. he knows he’s not supposed to be in your room right now but he’s just so curious

•he hears music coming from your room as well. he’s officially so intrigued. wont really knock he’ll just open the door and observe

•the way your body moves- so free and without a care in the world. he can’t help but smile.

•don’t be embarrassed y/n he enjoys the sight. hell if he’s in the mood he might join in. he likes to have with you

•secrete dance parties away from hoyt （´v｀）just the two of you letting go completely instead of helping out around the farm >>

•it’s a good way to get your energy out before bed. you and thomas now share a little slice of something special and he couldn’t be more happy about it

billy loomis

•let’s be honest here y/n , billy loomis is going to be watching you without you knowing a LOT. it’s just how he is

•he’s seen you dance like a fool in your room many times even before you started dating. he finds it endearing. you’re just so cute

•it’ll be awhile before you catch on. one night you’ll see him in the tree next to your window kind of chilling. just watching you with that dorky grin of his

•he may tease you a little but don’t be embarrassed billy is more than happy to stop if you ask.

•if you want to sneak into a club and go out dancing he’s all for it. of course stu is coming with

vincent sinclair

•vince feels so bad for spending so much time on his art and none with you. he just wants you to know he cares. so of course he’s going to sneak into your room at night to snuggle

•he opens the door and kind of gasps. he thought you’d be asleep. he will feel so bad so please reassure him that you aren’t upset or he will spiral

•acts like it’s some huge secrete and doesn’t even mention it unless you say something first

•if you were to ask to him to join he’d be reluctant. he isn’t much of a dancer. help the baby let loose

bo sinclair

•cannot mind his business for the life of him. does NOT know how to knock.

•will bust in on you mid dance party without a care in the world.

•and will proceed to ask a million questions about what you’re doing why you’re doing that and the rest

•he’s hurt you didn’t ask him to join in bo loves to dance , he used to go out clubbing when he was younger.

lester sinclair

•lester hears music and he is ready to dance !

•just like his older brothers he has no clue how to knock no matter how many times you tell him to do so. he always forgets

•and just like bo he loves to dance. actually bo taught him how. lester is such a vibe when the two of you are alone